When the leaves are gone.

I was laying in bed looking at the trees.They are beautiful with their colors.I was thinking how dreadful and gloomy things will look when all the leaves are gone.

Ada

Momma's name was Ada .This is the story how she got that name.Grandpa Smith was at the store that was owned by the Noles.The Lady's name was Ada.They asked Grandpa what the new baby's name was and in jest he said they named it Ada.In fact no name had been picked out for Momma.Well the Lady named Ada started picking out stuff for Momma.This and that.After she had done all that Grandpa and Grandma Smith could not change Momma's name.She would be called Ada after Ada Noles.

No spanking this time

I will tell a little story.I grew up for awhile on the same street as 2 of my 2nd cousins.One was a year or so older one was a year younger.Both boys.Here is the deal.We all would do something.I would get a spanking from my Dad about it.The other 2 would just stand and watch and laugh.They would not be spanked by their parents.I f they ever got one I never seen it.Their Dad would pick up a rock and throw it at them.This stopped one day when we 3 where doing something and sure enough I was going to be spanked by Daddy for it.Of course the other 2 where ready to laugh knowing they would go unscathed.This was at a family thing or just all of them at our house I forget.Well my Momma steped in and said I would not be spanked cause I was the only one who ever got one when we 3 did the same thing.And I did not get spanked that day.Ain't Mommas wonderful !

Pass the nachos please

Nachos.Mexican pizza.Tacos.Oh this food is good.The other night for supper we had homemade tacos with nachos and refried beans and Mexican rice on the side.Talk about good.I tend to eat way more than I should with this type of food.But shoot why not?It's so good.I will leave it to others who are punishing them self by dieting.They are so miserable dieters are.Sure if you are dieting for a health reason I fully understand.But if it's for a vain reason like wanting to look pretty well all I can say is go right ahead and diet.That just leaves more for me to enjoy.Pass the nachos please.

Slow like syrup

Some say I talk funny.I don't think so.I talk like all my kin folk and friends I grew up with talk.It is Southern talk I guess for lack of a better word.I am not as bad with the slang now days.It is only with the older generation that I hear talking like I was raised with.Words like doe for door,flo for floor,winder and cheer,zinc for sink,deef for deaf.I have to be real careful or I will fall back into that natural way of speaking for me.Down here in Georgia we are being told our old way is incorrect and not proper,the way we talk.I can put on a show if I want.Let those words drip out like slow syrup.

Golden rule

Standed.Marooned.I get that way at times.My chair always goes dead when least expected.It is a hassle .But I have been lucky so far.It has only happened in the house or yard so far.I am so thankful for this power chair.If I did not have it where would I be now.It is a blessing.I was falling and the older I got the harder the floor was.I started falling when I was a teen.Back then I could always get back up by myself.That started getting harder to do till the point help was needed.I feel like I am getting weaker.Not complaining or looking for sympathy it is just a fact.I use to go to lenghts hiding the fact something is wrong with me.Like I have said before I did not want this.But I have it so make the best of my life that I can is what I will do.Dang having to ask for help I dread that at times.I feel good.Only pain I have is my left arm,my weak arm it sure gives me fits at times.Getting older is not helping either.I just ask this of able bodied people.When you meet someone who is disabled treat them like you would want to be treated.We have feelings and they can be hurt.Remember the golden rule.Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

OCD with an attitude

It is a lazy sleepy day.I could just lean back in my chair and doze off.The house is warm.Lately I have not got anything done.Is this what old age is about?Doing nothing and not really caring if it gets done?I was such a perfectionist at one time.Every thing had to be so so.I have been called an OCD with an attitude a few times in my life.It is ok I don't mind anymore.Call me what you want and chances are I will just brush it off.Is this just a phase I'm going through or what I have no idea.

I am so thirsty

I am so thirsty.I had a couple of diet drinks and coffee but my mouth feels like cotton.I want some OJ in crushed ice,that sounds so good.I can't have it.It does funny things to my blood sugar.It makes it go up or down one of the other.Last few times I had OJ boy oh boy.I was dizzy and a little wobbly and needed help walking so I don't drink it.Cold chocolate milk that would be good.Nope cant have it either.Ok how about a cold bottle of buttermilk.Cold buttermilk and chocolate chip cookies,the hard type.I really like buttermilk but there is so much salt in it that I'm sure it is bad for one.Gee you know just thinking about being thirsty is not helping.Well for supper it will be spaghetti and a salad but what to drink.I guess a diet drink in ice will do.Cranberry juice on ice is good and I like it plus good for you .I drink the diet version and I can kill a bottle in a day.Oh well this is not helping my thirst at all.

Leaves falling

Leaves falling.Crunching under my feet.Colors of red,gold and brown.Sitting under an old tree.Looking toward the sky.Colbalt blue with puffy white clouds.Only sound heard is the wind whistling and the cry of crows far away.Late afternoon.At dusk.Deer come out to feed and play.Peaceful and restful.No stress.No worries.Reflecting on the past.Memories bring smiles.Like a camera images are burned into my brain.

I was butt dialed

Have you ever been butt dialed by someone?You know.A cell phone in your pocket and it auto dials someone.I just had that happen to me.I answered the phone,car radio is on,hear them changing stations,no words are spoke,car cranks,sounds like they are eating potato chips,find out later it was vinegar and salt meat skins.My first thought was that something was wrong.Did they have a stroke or heart attack and could not speak.For 15 minutes I rode with them.I was shouting their name,whistling trying to get their attention but no use they did not hear me.Then silence and the phone went dead.So i dialed them back.They where dialing me.Then I explain my little trip with them. I was so glad they where ok.It was another of those modern things no one had to worry about 20 years ago.It was just a butt dialed call.

I lived before

Sometimes I get the feeling I have done this,seen this said this before.Yeah I know there is a word for it,the French word but I can't spell it and spell check is no help.But you know what I am talking about.Sometimes the feeling is like being gently slapped up side the head and the feeling comes over you.Other times it's subtle.This happens to me quite often.Someone will say something and I am took back to another time.I don't know if reincarnation is real or not.The bible says there is once to live and once to die so maybe that clears that up.But at times I get a feeling or vision of something that I have been through or lived it before.I just don't know .I'm not smart enough to say one way or the other.It is like glimspes of something ,things that happened before.Almost like watching sniplets on a TV screen of someone's life.Oh well I don't know where to go with this or how to get out of it but it is something to ponder when nothing else is going on.

Peaceful sleep takes over

I was sitting on the front porch yesterday.It was warm and sunny.The air smelled so good.Someone was cutting down a tree close by and the smell of the fresh cut wood was wonderful. I got a whiff of burning leaves.Oh my talk of delightful it was.I can close my eyes and see a big roaring camp fire.The wood crackling as it burns.Warmth from the fire.Can of chili cooking.Soda crackers waiting to be crumbled into a bowl.Wind blowing thru the pines.Swaying back and forth.Cool breeze blowing.Pulling my coat up around my neck.Belly now full.Warmth all over my body.Night sky dark.Stars shimmering.Peaceful sleep takes over.No dreams.

Killing the bear

What in the world can I write about today?Ok I will tell you about my dream last night.It was about me and a huge bear.Maybe a brown bear.Any way it was on the back porch.Not bothering anything or anyone.But why I did this I have no explanation for.I tried to kill the bear.I shot it over and over.It was not working.I felt guilty and remorseful just for trying to hurt the bear.Why did I start this I asked myself.I didn't want to hurt the bear.Then a baby bear a cub shows up on the porch.I let it out the door.I just remember have this dread and guilt of trying to kill the Momma bear.I was glad when I woke up and the dream was over.Do you think it means any thing?Or maybe it was the 3 grilled cheese and peperoni sandwhiches I had for supper with fries?Either way it was a bad feeling.

I am spoiled

A great new invention.They have been around a while but for me I never tried them.What am I talking about you might ask.It is those little coffee bags,you know like tea bags but it's coffee.They are so convenient.Take them any where and have a fresh hot cup of coffee.Add hot water,a bag and there you go.Fresh,hot,delicious coffee.All these things that help make life easy for us where would we be with out them?I always have thought that living back in the cowboy days would be fun.Maybe a couple of days then I am sure I would be bored to death.It is sad to say but I am spoiled.Guess if I had no choice living without them could be done but I'm sure it would really be difficult.

No middle man needed

I never have been what you would call overly religious.I haven't been to church in years.When I was a kid I was made to go,no choice.I do believe Jesus died for my sins.I am a sinner.What got me as a youngster was all the church politics.I seen some things that normal mature people should not have done.In fighting,who is this who is that.Name calling.If they only knew how they affected me and most likely others with impressionable minds.The preacher was behind the pulpit,preaching.This is what he said,if a so and so walked through his yard he would do this and do that.At 14 years old I even knew that was wrong.All the bickering.All the gossip.Least I know I can deal directly with Jesus and don't need a middle man.Like the old song says Jesus loves me this I know because the Bible tells me so.

My last bike

My last bike looked sorta like this one.It was a gold Schwinn,2 speeds,you had to back petal to change gears.Bikes where so much fun.You could travel from sun up to sun set.It meant freedom.We kids had bike races on a little dirt track we made.Everything was done with our bikes being the center of attention.Balloons tied to the spokes made them sound loud like a race car.Smoke bombs and those loud balloons.I remember when the training wheels where took off my first bike and Daddy gave me a shove down that steep hill on Juniper Street.I did ok except hitting a China Berry tree.Least it stopped me.I hit a car on a bike once.It was stopped in the road,my chain had came off,I had 2 choices,hit the car or barb wire fence on my left.Thinking fast I choose the car.I hit it at full speed.Landing on the rear window of the car the people cried out he is dead.No I'm not I said.I did break my front tooth and smashed the bike up.It wasn't even my bike.So that gets me back to the bike pictured here.My last one was like that.When I got my learners permit to drive a car I gave it away.But those days of bikes and summers sure where fun.

Best friend

Lassie.Lassie is on my mind.He was my first dog.Yes he was male but I named him Lassie.Uncle Lavert got me Lassie.Each time I seen my uncle I would ask for a dog.We where living at Standing Rock,Al at the time.Standing Rock had a store and that was all at the time.They have a post office now and that means their on zip code.There was an old deserted building when I lived there that maybe was a store or bank at one time.It has not changed much.It was and is just a spot in the road,on the road to bigger places.I remember some of the people there,not their names just memories of them.Anyway back to Lassie.He was white with a black face.When Lavert brought him to me he ran off and was gone for several days.I just knew never would I see him again.But Lassie did come back.Good thing there where not many houses for him to choose from.We where the best of friends.I had his love and companionship for 6 years.I still see him in my minds eye and I miss him.Lassie my dog,my best friend.

Little heathens

I am not inspired today.Nothing to write about.The kittens are becoming little heathens.They run and sound like elephants.How can something so small be so loud.They have my legs scratched up pretty good.But they are precious.Wish we could keep them all but we can't.

Things of a summer night

It would be so nice I think.Sitting out on a rear deck on a summers eve.The smell of the charcoal burning in the grill.Humming of lawn mowers in the distance.Dogs barking.Kids playing.Just about dusk.Fire flies flying.Smell of honey suckle filling the air.Chimney sweeps diving like acrobats in the sky.Dark now and the sky comes alive with stars,shimmering brightly.These are things of summer.We sure love them.

Things even out

I know food is wrote about a lot here.Like Momma said food is one of life's pleasures.Better eat while you can.I heard some news guy on TV talking about how high prices have gone up and will keep rising on food.Everything is going up except our pay checks.My folks use to buy 4 paper bags of groceries each week for $15 but people where only making $1.25 for minimum wage.Daddy I remember would bring home $5o smackeroos each week.Gas was what 35 cent a gallon.Pack of smokes about that.Daddy walked into a store for a carton of smokes and came back empty handed.He said that for $6 a carton for cigarettes he would just quit smoking.Yep those where the good ole days.Everything was cheap but no one was making any money.So with today's prices and higher wages things just sorta even out I think.

Sometimes I get confused

Sometimes I get confused.I misunderstand or take what people say wrong.I walk on egg shells alot trying to keep peace.Bite my tongue as they say.I need thicker skin or head.At times what is said will hurt my feelings.Other times it will make me mad.I am making a honest try at not upsetting anyone.I do not want to die or have someone die with bad feelings between us.So if I have upset you,made you mad,hurt your feelings please forgive that was never my intention.

Happiness

I have no earth shattering news to share with you today.No fixes for world hunger or homelessness.It's just one of those day where everything so far is going good.I know that could change at any moment but so far so good.It is easy to sit and say I wish this and that.But just being satisfied with what you have is a blessing.Not many people are.What ever they have they see something that is newer,shiner does more than their old what ever.Being materialistic is bad.I want this.I need that.No way to live one's life I think.Never will you be truly happy and free till you can accept who you are and not try fooling yourself thinking if I just had this happiness would be all over me.Sorry to bust your bubble but life don't work that way.

Soup on a cold day

On a day like today a big pot of homemade vegetable soup would be so good.Soup with some cornbread.Soup with a peanut butter sandwich.Soup with a grilled cheese sandwich.Soup with soda crackers.Soup just by it's self.You can't just make a little pot of soup.You add a can of this can of that and before you know it you have enough soup to last a few days or feed one big hungry family.Does anything get as good like soup on a cold day.

Cold

I am cold.My teeth where chattering last night.Socks,sweats,t shirt and a sweater are on .Fixing to put my hoodie on.Where is my toboggan it is needed.I just can't take cold.My muscles get stiff and moving around is difficult.Hot coffee and the sun coming through the window are a blessing.Hard typing with my fingers cold.I hope this is just a little cold snap and not an indication of things to come.Ok update,the heat has been turned on,first time this year.I am getting warm.

It was ok

I have never been a football fan.It just did not interest me.I played it when I was a kid.Nothing organized the kind the neighborhood kids played in someone's yard.I enjoyed that but as far as watching a game in person or on TV it just didn't do anything for me.I like baseball,played little league and some in middle school and that was it.I have been in the past to Braves games at the old Fulton County stadium.Wow That was fun.It was back in the days when Hank Arron was playing.Think I was at a game when he was trying for his 714th homerun so that was way back then.I was watching TV today.The remote wasn't working.A college football game was on.I was to lazy to move over to the TV and change channels.So I watched it.You know what?It was interesting to me.I am old enough to remember the first Super Bowl.I watched it.I remember the first Peach Bowl in Atlanta.I watched it and it was snowing there.Well I guess I could sit and watch a football game now.It seems interesting.I was always a race fan.Going each week to local dirt tracks.Every once in awhile we made it to the big races.I don't enjoy them as much now because going to the races was something me and my Daddy always did to gather.Anyway with all that said that is whats on my mind today.

I am hungry !

I am hungry folks.I think scrambled eggs,grits with butter and salt,bacon,lots of bacon,homemade biscuits some hash browns and fresh coffee would do it for me.Is there anyone who can just stop at one slice of bacon?I always pay for extra when eating out breakfast.6 slices will do it.At one time in my life I was eating out every meal.I gained weight.Then It came to me ,I am slow,that it was cheaper to cook than eat out.I lost weight and saved money.Once place in town just seen my old Ford truck pull through the drive thru and knew what I wanted.I loved their BLT'S and their steak sandwiches combos.They came with the sandwich and fries and sweet tea,iced of course.I like their breakfast,their biscuits,just about everything they had on the menu.Like anything in life they didn't last,they closed but their food was great.I was eating oatmeal everyday and it was good.But there is no substitute for a good hot greasy filling breakfast like I spoke of.

Little 6 ouncers

Hoggie.Poor Boy.Submarine.They might have other names but that is what we are having for supper.With some type of chips and a soda pop.That word soda pop.Soda.Heck down here in Georgia we always called them CoCola.That covered every kind of soft drink that there was.I said to myself as a kid that one day I would buy me a case of CoColas.The little 6 ouncers.I heard a man from Coke on TV say that there was no difference between a 6 ouncer Coke than a 16 ouncer.Maybe it was just me but the little cokes always seemed stronger and better.You can still buy the 6 ouncers in bottles but I hear they sure are pricey.I can remember me and Grandma Haynes trying to figure out how to operate a Coke machine when I was a kid.The price was 6 cent for a bottle.Times and prices sure have changed.

Starting my bucket list

Days are getting shorter.Nights are colder.Thanksgiving is around the corner.This is a good time of the year to be alive.Leaves are changing.Some people burn their leaves.It's against the law but burning leaves sure smell good.I always love a camp fire.Burning wood ahhh a great smell.Best baked potatoes I ever had where some a neighbor man gave us kids for helping him dig them up from his garden.We took them camping and just threw them in the fire letting them cook all night in the hot ashes.I think that will be the first thing I put on my bucket list.Camping out.I would love to do that one more time.

Nap time

I had my siesta.I was just resting my eyes.Taking a nap.What ever you want to call it I did it.Helps a lot.Refreshes the body.Energizes the brain.Cup of coffee is helping also.I go to bed early these days.Late for me now is 10ish.At one time that was about what time I got up.Working the afternoon or midnight shift was right up my alley.It never bothered me.Sleeping in the day time was easy.I wake up without a clock about time the sun rises.I do just lay there for awhile.These cold mornings it is great just to pull the covers over your head and snooze a bit longer.I think I need a hobby.Something to keep me busy.What is that saying idle hands are the Devils workshop or something like that.As a youngster I put model cars togather.I got pretty good at it.Spray painting them some would swear it came out of the box that color.Then I was on the radio every day.Ham radio my callsign is wa4pfg.Then came computers.Time is passing by so fast now maybe I need something to slow time down a bit instead of passing time off faster.

1965 Pontiac GTO

Oh my gosh.Look at the picture.It is a 1965 Pontiac GTO.I had one just like that.Even had redline tires.389 cubic inches,4 barrel,4 speed with a Hurst shifter.I was 16 years old.Working in the cotton mill and going to school.This was the late 60's.These things would pin you against the seat.Talk about fast and fun this was it.I know now that God was watching over me because more than once I should have been killed in that car.Maybe I still have a purpose to fulfill.

Hide your snacks

Well I guess that was breakfast.I had BBQ potato chips and a cup of coffee.I had the chips because they where left here at the computer desk and was easy picking so to speak.Everyone here knows by now don't leave your snacks within my reach.I will steal them in a New York minute.Every time I see the kids with candy I have to have some of it also.Chewing gum is the same way.Alaina had a pizza last night and asked me to hold it while she did something.Sure I will hold it I told her.Take your time I said.I got that look from her saying old man if you...I wasn't even tempted by her pizza.But this is a warning.Come over to the house you better hide your snacks.

They don't have grits

Dog gone did I say something about it being hot not to long ago?Well I have changed my tune folks.It is cold.Cold to me anyway.46 degrees.I am sitting here with my hoodie on,the hood over my head and I feel chilled.The family is planning to go to the big LaGrange/Troup high football game Friday night.I checked the weather forecast,no rain but high for Friday should be 58 with a low of 30.We have talked of holding off long as we can before turning on the heat but shoot I'm ready now.I am a Georgia born and raised man.Rest of them here are from Ohio and think it's funny when I get cold when the temperature drops below 60.But I think they are getting Southernized now.Every one was talking about how cold it was this morning.I have never been north of the Mason/Dixon line but would like to try it just once.Just to see a big snow.They have told me tales of it snowing so much that it covers houses and they have to worry about the roofs caving in.They tell me the temperature drops way below zero up there.And I hear that grits are hard to find up there.Ok that did it.I staying here where it's warmer and we have grits.

She likes pork n beans

I know a Lady who is on a diet.Her name shall remain unknown.Last night and a few other times lately she has skipped supper saying she wasn't hungry,no appetite.I like to eat,all you have to do is look at me and figure that out.Sometimes I wish she would eat a big meal so I won't feel so guilty.Sheesh we quit smoking to gather but please don't put me on a diet.I knew she was hungry when she went to bed last night cause all she had eaten was 2 baloney sandwiches.Well guess what,this is truth,I swear.Seems we are missing a large super duper size can of pork n beans.I have heard of sleep walking.I have heard of sleep driving.But this Lady who again I won't reveal her name to the world was seen sitting up in bed,caring on a normal conversation with people and here it goes...eating a can of pork n beans in her sleep.Yep she was sleep eating.I would pay gladly if I had a photo of that to show you.So that takes care of a problem.Her Christmas present will be easy to pick out.Just wrap a giant super duper can of pork n beans and put it under the tree.

I am human

Lets be honest ok.Sit down with me have a cup of coffee and let's talk.Ok.Here is the deal.Honesty is the subject.Are you always 100% honest?I'm not talking about honesty with family,friends or who ever.Honest with yourself is what I am talking about.It is easy being honest with others but with yourself that is a job sometimes.I think we all have a perception of what we want to appear as to others.We want to think others think of us as brave,truthful,fearless,smart,honorable and what ever good quality you can think of.But we have one fault that we all share .We are humans.We aint that Robbie the Robot danger Will Robinson devil take all types.Humans have limits of what we can do.Humans have hearts.Humans have feelings.Humans have egos.Humans have fears.I am human.

I got cake

Last month maybe I think it was I almost most decided to move.The place that came up was Florida.Pensacola.

I always have had a secret wish of living in Florida.It always brings back great fond memories.Living here in Georgia,Florida is where people went on vacation.

The old joke was on the 4th of July when the mills shut down for vacation you would go to Panama City Beach and dang first people you see would be your neighbors.

I always like the Atlantic side of Florida.My first memory of Florida was when I was just a small boy.Me my folks,Uncle Leon,Aunt Gladys,my cousins Mike and Gloria loaded up the car way before sunrise and left Macon,Georgia for Jacksonville Beach.

I remember Daddy had a flat top haircut at the time and he talked of growing a beard.Momma talked him out of it I think.

The ocean,Atlantic ocean I fell in love at first sight.Daddy picked me up and walked me to the beach .Sitting me down on my feet in the water.I am a strange person and was a stranger child.I was screaming for dear life.I could not figure out what was going on.Was the water moving or was it me.The waves coming in and out had me confused.It was like when you are parked at a train crossing with the train floating down the tracks you get that feeling the train is still and you are moving.

The water I found out quick was salty.I learned a lesson.Don't drink the water.

This was in the 1950's and I remember seeing a plane pulling an banner telling us all that Elvis was in town for a concert.My cousin Gloria liked that.

I am going to get off the subject cause something just popped into my head.

Gloria was getting married.Me and Daddy went to the wedding.First thing we seen when we got to Macon was Mike.He had hit a fire hydrant in his Daddy's Ford Falcon.Water was shooting out like a geyser.

It was going to be a fun night.

I was outside at the Church.I was just there for the cake.They came out.Gloria and her husband Glenn.Wow you should have seen it.Glenn who I know now didn't drive.

I watch in amazement as they took off in Gloria's little Corvair.He hit 3 cars going down the street not stopping for any one they kept going.The first car they hit was uncle Leon's Ford Falcon.Yep the one Mike had wrecked earlier in the day.

For a 14 year old kid it was a good day I was having plus I got cake.

Horse and buggy days

It is the year 2010 and I have several connections to the horse and buggy days.Mom told me her family would ride to church on a horse and wagon pulled by their ole plow mules.Grandpa Smith was the preacher at Bethel East Baptist Church.So was my uncle Bill years later.Grandpa was at the old church Bill was at the new one.Anyway Grandpa died when Momma was 5 and when he was preaching at the church she would be sitting on the floor behind the pulpit.Story is they gave her a sack full of biscuits just to keep her quiet.Oh by the way Bethel is in Randolph County Alabama.My other connection with horse and wagons is my other Grandpa.Grandpa Haynes was a bootlegger.Using a horse drawn wagon is how he transported the goods.I find no fault in Grandpa Haynes being a bootlegger/moonshiner.He fed his family during the depression doing this.This also took place in Alabama.My other connection to horse and wagons is a bit more tragic.Great Grandpa Jacob Haynes lost a leg In the Civil War at the battle of Vicksburg,Mississippi and was taken prisoner.After the war he had a businnes transporting things by wagon.What these things where I don't know.Anyway it was a rainy day and Great Grandpa Haynes was getting on his wagon and slipped on muddy ground.The horses got spooked I am guessing and the horses and wagon ran over him killing him.So in the year 2010 I still have a connection to the old horse and buggy days.

Smith grunt

I am just sitting here.Nothing comes into my brain to write about today.Let's see.My mood is good.I have not much pain of any kind.I do have a tooth that is bothering me.While back I was eating a grilled cheese with peperoni sandwich and I bit down on something hard.I don't think that is normal.Anyway it felt like something was stuck in my tooth.After several tooth brushing something came out.I think it was a filling.Ever since then it gives me problems.I have only had one toothache in my life.I was a kid and I remember the pain vividly.It stopped hurting just as I walked into the dentist's office but it was pulled any way.I still have my lower wisdom teeth and they have caused me problems in the past.But all said I have been lucky in this respect.Momma was a Smith.There is something called the Smith grunt.They let every little pain be know so hince the word Smith grunt.I use to never complain about pain now in my old age it is a favorite past time.Oh no I have it.It has struck me.I have the Smith grunt.

P Paul Vollienwider was the boss

I went out to sea once.My first and only time.Sit back my friend and I will tell you of my trip on the boat.We had charted a small fishing boat in Panama City,Florida for a half day fishing trip the next day.Little did we know that a hurricane would blow in and change our plans.The next morning after a breakfast of greasy eggs,bacon and grits we headed out to the boat.The Captain was the only wise man I met that day and refused to go out in such rough weather and gladly refunded our money.So off we go and get on a larger charter boat for the day.There where about 50 souls on board I would guess.From my seat at the table we had commandeered I could see the Captain and his radar screens where lit up like Christmas trees.It was a rough day on the Atlantic Ocean and that was putting it mildly.That boat would rise up and down and each time the back end of the boat would come down it sounded like it was hitting hard pavement.Not much fishing was done.A few hardy souls would hang on and try to fish without much luck.I was lucky,had a place at the table to lay down.Man talk of sick I was.Dry heaves.For 8 long hours I suffered.To make it worse a galley was on the boat and the smell of greasy fried food was just adding to my misery.The guy on the boat said he knew that when he died he would go to hell but least he didn't get sea sick.Lucky man I thought at the time.Soon as I seen land again the sea sickness left me.I told my boss at work about this.His name was P Paul Vollienwider.This is what he said.the cure for sea sickness is to sit under a Palm tree and eat soda crackers.You see folks that is why P Paul Vollienwider was the boss.

I can drive !

This is a 1960 Dodge.My Daddy had one when I got my learners driver permit at 15.It was the first car I ever drove.It was baby blue,4 door,it didn't have carpet but rubber mats instead.It was push button automatic with power steering and brakes.The steering wheel was oblong or egg shaped.It was hard being cool when passing my friends on their bikes cause really I was terrified.Those power brakes where a bit touchy for someone who never drove before.Ok we made it almost home with no incidents.Everything was good.Then.My first mistake.Pulling into the yard I almost sent Daddy through the windshield.Back then some cars didn't have seatbelts and if the car did no one wore them.Those touchy brakes.I slammed on them hard.Almost taking the mail box with me.But no one was hurt.Just my pride.I made it home.

Blessed ones

Gee.Do you ever feel like a burden?I do at times.Being in this wheelchair is ego busting for me.I never asked for help before.If I could not do it on my own it just didn't get done.People don't say it but you can hear it in there voice.In the expression they make.I did not want this.I will not complain but I wonder how it would be if things where different.Maybe I was given this so I could feel for other people.People who have challenges or their road is not easy to travel.It is a hard row to plow for some of us.But maybe,I doubt it but maybe we are the blessed ones.

Ain't looking for no one and no one is looking for me

I never sit down at the computer with an idea on what to write about.It just starts flowing from my fingers.Sometimes it all makes sense and other times well.Like I said before there always seems like a thousand ideas in my head all mixed up with the daily things of life.Maybe a filter is needed.Filter out the junk and nonsense.Filter out the stuff that's really not important.I just got through making the statement to someone that I could honestly say that I hate no one.I really can say there is noone I'm upset with.There is a song that has a line in it by Lynyrd Skynyrd that said this(AIN'T LOOKING FOR NO ONE AND NO ONE IS LOOKING FOR ME).That is a good way to live.

Innocence

I am sitting here watching the kittens.They are precious.They are full of spit and vinegar.Baby anythings are so wonderful.Then they grow up and lose that innocence.They become like us then.I have been thinking lately .I wish I had my innocence back.My trust in man wish it could be restored.

Trick or treat

Happy Halloween everyone.Be safe and eat lots of candy for me.I like snickers,paydays,tootsie rolls.You get the picture I like candy.My first Halloween did not work to good.I was 3 living in Alabama.I had a little problem with my blood at the time.Every time I would get a scratch it would get infected.Several times I remember having to have my foot scrape for lack of a better word because of infection.I had to take sulphur pills,they where orange and the size of a quarter.Anyway it was Halloween and I had a trick or treat costume and was all set for my first time trick or treating.But a problem.I had that infection again.So Daddy made me a deal.If I would go quietly to the ER with out making to much of a fuss I could go trick or treating.I went.Well at the hospital the plan was to give me a shot.I didn't like shots still don't.It took my Daddy,a nurse and the Doctor to hold me down while getting the shot.I remember screaming and pitching a big hissy fit.They won.I got the shot.My side of the deal was done.But wouldn't you know it.Me a wide eyed trusting little 3 year boy with his trick or treat costume on was not allowed to go on my first trick or treat.Oh well but it does bring up a fairly good memory.Trick or treat everyone!

Daddy and WW2

Daddy left Macon,Ga because he knew he was going to be drafted.This was WW2.He was going to stay with his sister in Roanoke,Al.Hear Daddy tell it his draft notice was waiting on him there.So he was drafted.I heard him speak of tent city at Ft Mac.He was sent to Germany as an ambulance driver.He seen the ovens where our Jewish Brethen where burnt.There are other things he told me but it's not for here.Daddy was gone for 5 years.He came home on furlough for 2 weeks before he was to be shipped to the Pacific.The war ended while he was home.

Great American food

Oh my goodness.Just look at that burger and fries.Crinkle cut fries I love them.I crave them.That burger looks just right.To me this is the Great American Food.Sure it's loaded with sodium,fat and cholesterol but it's so good.Maybe not good for your heart but it sure makes the soul happy.

Zillion and thirty

I have a zillion and thirty ideas in my head today.I feel creative.But my brain won't slow down enough for me to pull one out.I am spinning my tires so to speak.Going fast but getting no where.

Lesson learned

I found out at a young age that trying to help out a friend by telling little white lies is not a good idea.A kid got hurt and he said not to tell his Mom how it happened.I did as he wanted.But I told my Mom the truth.Anyway we where at some church thing that night and his Mom started telling how her son was injured.My name came up so Momma spoke up and told what I had told her.Sure enough my friend's Mom said I had lied.My friend just let me hang with out helping.So I was called a liar,a bad egg all this from the Preachers wife.I learned a very important lesson that day.

Zombies in NYC

Zombies in NYC.I read that headline in the paper other day.Something about zombies on the subway.I did not read the whole article but I'm guessing it was some sort of Halloween thingy.When I was a kid maybe 12 years old me and the kid next door,same age as me would put on little spook shows in his basement.I haven't thought of that in years but at the time it was fun.Spaghetti for guts,grapes for eyeballs and ketchup for blood.Fix up a dummy with your old clothes and you got the start of real spooky play acting.We had younger kids screaming and crying with our little shows.Yep it was mean but oh so much fun.

Group hug

I know what everyone needs.What we all need.A big ole group hug.Feeling down?Sad?Discouraged?Let's just take a minute out of our hectic life and give everyone a big group hug.

Guilt

There are so many things I want to put into words.But like they say I better take the fifth.To protect the innocent.Don't want my behind wupped.Won't rile you up.So to keep the peace I will bite my tongue.Being brought up Baptist I always heard if you think it you might as well do it cause you are just as guilty.Guilt has always been a part of my life.I could never enjoy somethings I did because of it.But it kept me out of a lot of trouble guilt did.

Heart on my sleeve

I don't know what it is.Every since I was a little boy people say things to me and I guess it is taken wrong.I know there can't be that many cold,heartless people I know.It's ok I can live with it I always have.What is it I wonder.Maybe it's just me but it makes me sad sometimes.Do I wear my heart on my sleeve?

Butter has slipped off my biscuit

Oh boy.What's going on in your world today?Here it's windy,cloudy but muggy.Leaves sure blowing off the trees with the wind.Monday it rained at 4pm with the sun shinning.Always heard that called the devil beating his wife.Some say it means it will rain again at same time the next day.It did .Tornado warnings are in the area.But think they are north of here.I have had a small microwave taco pizza and a banana so far today.I feel like a fish out of water,a knot on a log today.Like the butter has slipped off my biscuit type of deal.It will be a long day I bet.

It would be Heaven

My memory starts at 3 years old.Anything before that is just blank.The old house at Roanoke,Al sure wasn't like I remembered the last time I seen it.Maybe everything just looked bigger as a kid.The old front porch was wooden and splinters in my feet happened alot.My folks rode the bus to LaGrange to work in the mills.I stayed with my Grandpa and Grandma Haynes.They had 2 beds and in the middle there was a pot belly stove that burned coal.I know I aggravated them poor souls.They would be sleeping and me not sleepy would jump from bed to bed keeping them awake.My folks worked the 2nd shift and got home late.This I can still see in my head.Each night they would wake me up when they got home.They always had a piece of candy for me.I remember the tri color coconut candy.It was the best.There where no kids my age for me to play with.The high point of my day was when the Lady who helped Grandma her kids which seemed like 12 or more would come to walk her home.Oh my kids my age and we got to play for awhile.Sitting on the back porch Grandma would churn butter.That is something you don't see everyday now.There was a large Willow tree in the back.I can still see Uncle Leon's old Nash parked under it.The breakfast at the table with Grandpa telling jokes eating peaches and cream.Grandpa,Daddy and me where downtown Roanoke.What store it was I don't remember.There was a large toy airplane on the shelf for sale.I pitched a bratty fit for it but Daddy was broke and could not buy it.But Grandpa got it for me.I remember playing for hours with it on the old wood floors.Gray John the old plow mule I rode with someone guiding him.Me and Momma would slop the hogs each evening.My job was to gather the eggs each morning.We had no TV.Grandma and me would go to the neighbors house each day and watch Queen for a day,Dragnet.Grandpa got us a TV.It had a record player on top.TV,Grandma loved her shows till the day she died.The night Grandpa died Momma I remembered put a paper sack around the hanging light bulb I guess to dim the light in the room.Grandpa died.They had sent me to stay with the Ramseys that night.I see the preacher at the house preaching.People crying.Daddy and me walked outside while this was going on.I remember asking Daddy in my childish knowledge if they would bring Grandpa back to life.So it goes.These where my earliest memories.I told someone that when I die,If I make it to Heaven,just to be able to sit on the steps of the back porch and just to have my folk,Grandmas,Grandpas,Parents,Uncles,Aunts ,Cousins and just listen to them talk and laugh that would be Heaven for me.

Stars and chickens

Daddy was a poor kid.He said laying in bed at night he could look up and see the stars.He could look down and see the chickens running under the house.

Swamp gas?

I remember the story Momma told about something that happened when they lived in the country.It was the old home place at Bethel.That was where she was born and I am sure the others where also.Anyway one night they all where sitting on the front porch.Uncle Arnold was playing or trying to play his old guitar.From across the road where it was swamp land they seen a bright light.It was coming towards them and was orange.It was getting larger.It came up on the porch with them.Arnold swung his guitar at the light and it disappeared.What ever the light was they never knew.Momma just called it swamp gas.I often wondered if it was an orb.

What goes around

I'm so thankful for this blog.This morning I commented on a woman's looks.I said you look 20 years younger and she did.Well the mail runs and I am being told by her that I am a senior citizen because of the mail I got.There is an old saying...what goes around comes around.

Judge ye least be judged

Born in the south.Raised in the south.Most likely will die in the south.It is all I know.Peaves me off when folks put her down.Why I wonder sometimes.Heard folks call us backwards,ignorant,rednecks on and on.They call us racists without even knowing us.If you live there you are this and that.Take Lester Maddox for example.He came to fame when he refused to serve someone at his Pickrick cafe.Was it wrong? You bet it was.But did he have right to refuse customers?Some black lady spoke of Lester when he was Governor and said quiet honestly that he had done more good and had more blacks in his administration than any one before him.I am getting off the track a bit I know.But it makes me mad when people judge.Those that would never judge anyone will readily judge a whole region without knowing them.Stereotyping is the word.What if I said all New Yorkers are rude fast talkers who have no feelings but for their own self?I would be wrong wouldn't I.So no double standards please.Don't judge me and I will give you the privilege of not being judged without first getting to know you.

Only child

I am an only child.I always wanted a brother or sister.Still do to this very day.Some call us spoiled.But believe me being an only child is never easy.People tell me you are lucky.I don't feel that way.Maybe it was just me but extra hardships are placed on an only child.It was lonesome.Till I started to school all I had for friends and playmates where farm animals I adopted and my dog.So if you are reading this and you have a kid or want a kid please do them a favor and make sure they have a sibling.

Frosted hair

I was sitting on the porch.I seen some woman walking toward the house.The closer she got the more she looked familiar.She walked into the yard up on the porch.It was Momma.She was white headed.Momma take off that wig I said.She laughed she couldn't.She had had her hair frosted.

Brunswick stew

Me,Daddy and my Uncle Arthur had gone to a church homecoming some where.I can still see the church outside and inside.It was for what some people don't know about homecoming.That is where members and past members bring food and have what I always hear it called dinner on the ground.Anyway that day I found a new favorite food.It was good.I had about 3 bowls of it.Then my Uncle told me what it was and what it was made of.It was my first time eating Brunswick Stew.Gosh it was so good.Then Arthur waited till I was finished and told me it was made with hog head,eyes brains everything.He was right there is hogshead Brunswick stew.I still love it but now I make sure it's the kind made with chicken or beef.Not hogshead.

People who think they are smart

Some people think they are smart.They are know-it-alls.I heard some one being put down once.He was being ridiculed.The guy spoke up and what he said made so much sense.He said just because your field of knowledge is not my expertise does not mean I am dumb,not smart, unintelligent or what ever you want to call it.That speaks miles of wisdom.So be careful when you call someone names or ridicule them.It will come back and bite you when you show how unintelligent you are.

Hog killing time

I was 3 years old living in Roanoke,Al.Daddy,Momma,Grandma Haynes and my Uncle Lavert.It was hog killing time.My first and only.I followed Uncle Lavert into the barn.He had his gun I had my cap pistol.The large hogs where in stables.He would reach over into the stable and bam.I thought it was me and my cap pistol shooting the hogs but it was him.I don't remember how the large hogs where drug from the barn.Maybe they where hooked up to Gray John the old plow mule.Anyway they where strung up into trees by their feet.I want get graphic here but you can imagine what was done.I remembered Momma screaming.There was a big ole black cast iron pot of boiling water.Anyway to make a long story short That was my first and I hope only hog killing I ever attended.Till this very day when the weather cools I can hear my Daddy say it's hog killing time.

The light in the tree

It had to be in the early 60's.On highway 27,north of LaGrange.The place was called Blue Berry Hill.On the left side of the road going north.Out in the woods.Something was happening.My folks loaded up a car load.Mom,Dad,me,my cousins.At night we walked into the woods.There was a large crowd gathered.I didn't see it.No one I knew of seen it but it was there.Some guy I remembered said he was the keeper of it.It had asked him for a drink of water.What I am talking about is this.It was a local attraction for awhile.A light in a tree is what it was.What it was I never heard anyone say.But It was a reason to load up the car with your family and join several hundred people who parked on the side of the road on a weekend night.Maybe the companionship was what was the best.Till this very day every time I pass that spot in the road at Blue Berry Hill on highway 27 it brings back a fond memory.

Blustery days

Gosh it was a great thunderstorm that woke me up this morning before sunrise.Thunder,lighting and heavy rain.I like gloomy overcast blustery days for some reason.They don't make me blue or moody.Storms are just a free show that Mother Nature provides for us.Entertainment at it's best and it is free.

Quitting smoking

I quit smoking about 3 years ago.Don't remember if I have wrote about this.Quit cold turkey.At times I want a smoke.One of those little cigars would be wonderful.Drinking my coffee I have caught my self reaching for a smoke.Why I started is like everyone else did.Wanted to fit in or belong to a group and smoking is what they did.I won't say I will never smoke again but I sure hope not.

Male PMS

I am in a good mood.Last night was a different story.I went to bed right after supper last night and just got out of bed a few minutes ago.Don't ask me why I am like that cause I have no idea.I want to blame it on the diabetes.I read it can make men moody.And I do get moody.There is an idea going around that men my age have what is called male PMS.Maybe that is an answer.Really I just have no answer.Just look over me when I get this way.

Communicate

Oh boy.Some people sure have thin skin.Is there a way I can communicate without the spoken word?Hands signals?What other way could I use?The hand signal thing would most likely get me into deeper trouble.So maybe I will just sit here and think.Opps thinking is bad sometimes also.

Worry

Do you ever worry about things?I heard someone say once it was a sin to worry but dang sometimes it is hard not to.Guess worrying about anything will not change it.Just makes your self miserable.Time could be put to better use rather than that.Often I have said to myself that never again would the misery of worry creep into my life again.But in the end it always wins.

The subject is food

Big white butterbeans.Cornbread.Fried cut up potatoes.Maybe a cherry or peach cobbler.Wow doesn't that sound good for supper.I was raised on that kind of food.If Momma ever made a casserole I never knew anything about it.Fried chicken or cube steak we had.Bacon and sausage for breakfast.That is about all the meat I remember we had.Mostly peas,cornbread and other vegetables was the main stay of our food.Grits and eggs for breakfast.I am making my self hungry.

Lucky

Ok the 5 of us could not decide what we wanted for supper.Gee some people would love having that problem I bet.Here at the age of 58 I can honestly say I never went hungry.At times maybe I wanted something else but never did I go without.Daddy would tell me (if you are hungry you will eat it).I am and have been so lucky in my life.

Dog Gone

Dog climbs fence.Dog runs off.Dog is crazy.Dog bites neighbor.Cops come see me.Dog catcher comes see me.Dog catcher takes dog .Dog in dog poky for 10 days.Dog catcher writes me a $100 citation.I go to court November 2nd.I pay fine.I not like poky.Dog gone

Heros

I have been blessed.I never have had much pain.Some people I know have it constantly.How they survive is beyond me.My Daddy had cancer.It had spread through out his body.The bone cancer I read is one of the most painful things you can have.I realize now Daddy could not live without the pills.I have had people I loved die before.But watching my Daddy waste away from a big strong man was hard to take.After he died I thought maybe it was a blessing for him to go so quick.I would not be so selfish just to want him here with all that pain.No matter how much I needed him or loved him I would rather see him go than suffer.I have friends now in pain.They don't know how I think of them as heroes of mine by just living with it when it would be easier just to give up.Yes even at my age I still have heroes.

Dieting

Microwave taco pizza and a diet Big K.You know it's good.Quick and filling.I don't know if it's because of quitting smoking over two years ago or the diabetes or if this is what happens when you get old but my appetite sure is good.Never in my life could I stomach breakfast but now I wake up hungry.Years ago I went on a diet.Lost a lot of weight to much some said.I was hungry all the time but I did it.When I got home from work my supper was a diet coke and pack of soda crackers.Normally it would have been fries,hush puppies or something like that.Back then I cooked with lard.So now I realize why my cholesterol is sky high.The day I started my diet Momma had cubed steak with gravy,homemade biscuits ,mashed potatoes,all the things I like.I would go to Wendys and get a large salad.It would last me for awhile but my hunger would come back.I tried some of those awful shakes in can for dieters.Ughh talk about bad plus reading on the can it had more calories than a filling sand which.So I have come to the conclusion that life is short and long as I can I'm eating good cause you never know when that could end.So enjoy your food.I am.

I won't joke no more

Am I the only one.Only person in the world who just plain out gets lonely?Seems I have been that way all my life.I joke to hide my true feelings sometimes.The other day I was told I joke to much.So since then I haven't .I will be serious John till I slip up and make a joke about something.Have you ever just thought about the world without you in it?It will keep on spinning and the Sun will rise and set without you me We really are that insignificant.In 100 years chances are if we are lucky we will be just foggy memories to someone.I am sure there are others out who are like me.

Pumpkins,trick or treating,hayrides

This time of the year is my favorite.As a kid I would lay on the cool ground smelling the burning leaves.About dusk on a fall evening what a great time.Cool but not cold.Just a light jacket or sweater is all you need to be comfy.Thinking about Thanksgiving and Christmas as a kid .It seemed they would never get here.The fall festivals,hay rides,pumpkins and hay stacks,trick or treating.What a wonderful time of the year to be a kid.

The number 3

It always comes in 3's.Have you ever noticed that when people die there will be 3 in a row.Take Hollywood for example. This week alone Beaver Cleaver's TV Mom died.Riche Cunningham's TV Dad died and there was Tarzan and Jane's son Boy who died.I have seen it happen over and over.What is it about the number 3.I always heard that if you hear 3 knocks at the door don't answer.Don't light 3 people's smoke from the same match.2 is company 3 is a crowd.Then there is Dale Earnhardt,his car was number 3.So the number 3 could it be it's an unlucky number?Food for thought I guess.

Nothing is on my mind

Well just sitting here and nothing has come into my mind what to write about.So I guess this could lead to a lot of things.Oh by the way everything I write about is true.Nothing is fictional.Trying to think of something interesting that has happened lately.About the only thing interesting for me was a few weeks ago the dog climbed it's pen and bit the neighbor.Cops came out then the next day dog catcher was here and took the dog for 10 days and wrote me a $100 ticket.Well got it payed so I won't have to go to court next month.I was a bit concerned about that.What else.Well this is not exciting but we added road side assistance to the car insurance.Man oh man has that payed off.It has been used twice already.Once a dead battery.I called a service station and they wanted $45 dollars just to jump a car off.The insurance took care of it.Then there was a flat tire.Wow it was a life saver.So I am not recommending it but that sure saved us a couple of times.Well what else going on around here?We have cats and kittens.One has been gave a way but there are kittens left.Just waiting till after Halloween before the rest are adopted out.Some people tend to be cruel to cats around this time of the year.Ok just having another cup of coffee and thinking.Talk to you later.

One last talk

Momma and me would stay up for hours late at night just talking.The stories she told I had already heard before but I enjoyed hearing them again.We had that chance one last time before she went to the hospital and never came home again.She had Alzheimer's and she didn't know me.I would say Momma this Momma that and she would just smile and say I don't have any children I never was married.If I let everything she said bother me it would drive you crazy.I always managed to not let it bother me.It was Saturday night and I think she remembered me a little.We talked and I made her laugh.She had her favorite treat,Popsicles.It was a good night,I guess I was lucky cause I had her for one more talk.The following Monday I had to call 911,she could not swallow her food.It was the beginning of the end.

Heaven

I just had my breakfast and it was good.I had this thought as I was sitting here.There are hungry,cold people out in the world who aren't so lucky.I have always thought everyone should have enough to eat and a dry comfortable safe place to live.I think there is a place where everyone will have what they need.It is called Heaven.

Rumors

Ain't we quick to judge.I was 16 0r 17 working in the mill.Some man I never knew him working at the mill came up missing.There where all sorts of speculation of what happened.I remember this comment from some one who said they had seen this man and another woman to gather on such and such a night.I am sure there where many more comments made like that.I was in my car riding into town,we lived in Newnan.Georgia at the time.I seen a wrecker,a rollback and it had an old muddy 53 ford on it.It was followed by several police cars and they all pulled into the county work camp.You can guess what this was I bet.It was the man's car.It was discovered in a lake when the level dropped some.The man's skeleton was inside.The rumor was his watch was still running.So rumor makers guess the truth does come out in the end,so be careful with all your knowledge you pretend to have.

The Goat Man

This is a picture of Charles McCartney.He was know as the Goat Man.Traveling the country in his wagon pulled by goats loaded with pots and pans,etc.I remember seeing him a couple of times when he made his trips through Georgia.When I was a teenager driving past him where he was parked I wanted to stop and just talk with him.For the life of me I cant remember if I did or not.Seems like there is a memory of him,me talking with him but for some strange reason I'm just not 100% sure if I did.This was in the late 1960's.Gosh things where so different back then.

Joe

When I was a kid living on Juniper street here in Lagrange there was a guy who's name was Joe Lipp.Everyone knew him and so did all the dogs.Joe would drive down the street slowly in his pickup truck and no kidding all the dogs would come out of their hiding places just to stand on the side of the road and bark at Joe.Even the most mild manner Canine would turn into a ferocious barking snarling creature.How these dogs knew it was Joe I have no idea.You see Joe was the local dog catcher.So maybe dogs are smarter than we think.

We all have problems

I know this blog may never be read by anyway but that is not the reason it's done.Really it is like therapy for me to write about what going on in my life.There are not many people I tell my problems,wishes or what ever to.I tend to keep my feelings locked in.So this is a great place for me to release some pent upped emotions at times.Everyone has problems or if they don't they sure are blessed ain't they.My problems are no bigger or greater than yours.We all have them and suffer through them.Here is to you hoping answers to your problems come soon.

Can you guess?

Gosh ain't the world full of them.Is everyone this way?I hope I'm not but a few time just out of meanness I was.I know when people where like that with me it sure did hurt my feelings.What about people who are like this all the time?I wonder down deep in their heart do they realize what they are doing,how it hurts others?I hope some people aren't permanently stuck in this mode.That would make them really hard to get along with.I kinda think it might be an act,no one can be that heartless towards their fellow human brethren.Ok have you figured out what I am talking about?It's rude people,yes rude people is the subject today.

Kitty on my shoulder

A kitty on my shoulder.Could anything be more precious.Ok kitty I will not get attached.You will be adopted.I let Big Boy Black steal my heart but I will avoid you little kitty.Does not matter how sweet and loving you are.I always heard let the animals chose you not vice versa.Ok good kitty jumped down nope well in my lap now,nope down my leg,ouch those claws.

Aunt Lema

I just got off the phone with my Aunt Lema.She is 85 years old or maybe older.I only have her and 2 Uncles left.They are Momma's brothers and sister.There where 13 kids in that family.Twin boys died at birth so 11 kids made it.Grandpa Smith,John who I am named after died when he was only 4o so Grandma Smith rasied those kids by herself.Grandma always had on a long dress,apron those black shoes and her hair was always in a bun.She always hard dark glasses on because light hurt her eyes.Oh yeah and she always had a sweater on winter or summer.She never wupped me but once she tried making me leave an old ditch in the backyard that had trash and no telling what else in it.She took a curtain rod and was waving it like she was gonna spank me but I knew she wouldn't do that so I just kept playing in the ditch.Then I got a surprise,My Uncle Thomas,Lema's husband had snuck up behind me and then I knew it was time to go.So till this day everyonce in a while I remind my Aunt Lema of that little story.I will tell one story on her.This is true.Back in the country when she and rest of the kids where little Tuberculous was going around and everyone was tested for it.Lema tested positive and the Doctor drove her and Grandma to Carrolton,Ga for more test.Lema was a kid and had never been any where only place she knew of was Bethel,Alabama.Anyway laying in the back seat of the car napping she made the remark(whew those sure are tall wash lines)Grandma said the Doctor never said a word but cracked a small smile.Lema was looking at telephone poles and lines.This reminds me of a story Momma told me,an elderly lady went to the big town for shopping,the lady said(that old woman sure looks familiar)she was looking at a mirror.So much for growing up in old days in the country.I bet it was the most wonderful time .

UFO

I was just reading in the New York Post that a UFO was seen over Manhattan yesterday.I'm not saying they are real or just a figment of our imagination.I have never had a close encounter with a spaceship or alien beings before so I really can't say much on the subject.I have seen things in the sky that I had no explanation for.Sitting at the grocery store once waiting for Momma to do her shopping I noticed plastic bags flying in to the air.It was a windy day.Up high they where flying.Then this got my attention.I seen a silver round ball just floating or hovering in one spot over downtown LaGrange.It was high in the air and I could not tell it's size.So that might be my personal sighting of an UFO.It was indeed I think an Unidentified Flying Object

Red tape

Red tape.That Government red tape.I have a friend who is having a little trouble with an agency of the Government well not trouble just a snafu I guess is a better word.Anyway,me being like I am sent a few emails and made a phone call.The problem is not solved but I did get a phone call.The caller was nice but a hint of wish you had not did this was in her voice.I was reminded that it's always better to keep things(local).Uh oh,well I did contact the Governors office and even sent an email to the Congressman in our area and sent an email to the White House asking if they might be of some help with this matter.Was I wrong in doing this?It's my right as an American to voice my view on things.No one should feel intimidated by our Government.This is what our fore Fathers went to war and gave their lives for.

Fair weather

Oh how I love this time of the year.October.Days are mild.Nights are cool.This is what we called fair weather.October was when the county fair always came around.Fall just sounds different.Crickets at night will put you to restful sleep.The smell of burning leaves fills the nostrils.Who can disagree with fall.

High brow life

I wont ever be fancy.Never had the desire to be fancy.Never thought I was better than anyone.Putting on airs was never my style.Momma told the story of when she was working as a cashier at a local dry cleaner about one of the town's socialites would come in and the owner would bend over backwards helping her.When the lady walked out of the store he would cuss and call her every name in the book.I was always comfortable with my own kind,mill workers and people who worked hard for a living.Funny how some think others are impressed with their life or achievements.Should I be the one to tell them that most of us are concerned with our own life and really don't care about high brow adventures?

If the shoe fits wear it

Have you ever went out of your way to be nice to someone?The nicer you are seems they take it as a sign of weakness and treat you worse than you know what.You know what?I am glad I was raised with common courtesy and rudeness was not allowed.To you I might not be nothing in your eyes.But you know what maybe I feel just like you.The feeling is mutual as they say.So just because I don't raise my voice,cuss up a storm,stomp around like a bratty 2 year old don't think you scare me.Really it's fun watching you make a horse's ass out of your self.

Strange but true

Strange things.True stories.My Cousin,was trying to throw out her cig from the car.She throw,it bounced backed,she was getting frustrated,yep the window was up.I knew a guy who was a TV repairman.He went on a service call and the owner of the set told him he had the TV worked on recently.The trouble was the on off light on the dial would not turn off now.Unplugged from the wall sure enough the light stayed on.Off came the back of the TV.Can you guess what the problem was?Yep who ever had worked on the TV last had left their flash light inside,on in the TV.

Earthquakes,floods and buritos

Just got through reading about an earthquake in Oklahoma.There have been earthquakes here in LaGrange.Never felt them cause most likley I was a sleep.Last earthquake here knocked pictures off the wall at the Hospital and that is a few blocks away so why I didn't feel it I can't say.I did read once where this part of the country is on a fault line and one day chances are pretty good of a big earthquake.I dream of earthquakes and floods for some reason.I always said it was the bean buritos I ate before bed.I dreamed the earth open up and I could see people being swallowed up by the earth.Once I dreamed of a wall of water coming at me,it devoured me and strange thing was I was not scared.A few days later that tidal wave that killed hundred of thousands happened.I have told people of this but once I had a dream of a little girl and her Mom,they had ran off the road in their car. M om died but the little girl lived.Watching TV on one of the news channels they where showing a story about a little girl who had for days been trapped in a wrecked car which had run off the road,her Mom was dead.I kept wondering why they where showing that it was old news because I knew about it.But here is the kicker,it was just happening,it was not old news.So I guessed I seen the future in my dreams.

Instant coffee

Instant coffee.Never could get the hang of it.Either it was to strong or to weak.Sometimes I would get lucky and make a pretty good cup.We have a tea kettle on the stove and that's where I get my water.Besides awful tasting coffee I have burned myself a few times pouring the water.My left leg has scars from burns after spilling hot boiling water.Trick is not to use a dark colored cup.You can't tell when the cup is full in a dark kitchen.My dislike of instant coffee goes back to my childhood.One of my favorite aunts who lived in Roanoke ,Alabama,Aunt Mytrle always had hot water on the stove and a jar of instant coffee on the table.We always had a coffee peculator,for younger folks they probably have no idea what that was.I seen on TV the other day a program about coffee and making coffee in a peculator is the worst way to make it.You just keep heating up old coffee.It was in the 1970's that I fell in love with Mr.Coffee.Those drip coffee makers where wonderful and made the best tasting cup of coffee I ever had plus they made it fast.So right now the drip coffee maker is shot no good been thrown away so I'm stuck with this instant stuff for awhile.It will do because I don't know if this is true or not but if my head is hurting a cup of coffee will ease it off.I heard caffeine opens up the blood vessels in the brain and blood flows better.I have been called a caffeine addict but that is ok.It's my only vice I guess.So come on ,plug in the Mr.Coffee and have a cup with me.

Rock

This is the way it is.If I could find a big rock with a TV,puter,microwave and coffee pot I would climb under it.

Let's be honest

Hi everyone hope your Sunday is going good.Just sitting here pondering the sad situation the world is in or better yet thinking about my problems.Oh dang I will be honesty I haven't thought once of the world and it's problems today been wrapped up in my own.Don't get me wrong ain't no pity party going on with me.I hope I never slide that low to do anything like that.I know there is a problem and I know where some of it is.But have you ever been in a situation where you try to be nice to someone even though you think they are horse butts and the nicer you be the meaner they get.Seems through out my life I have met plenty of people like that.I have come to the conclusion that maybe I am an awful person or am I just running up on some real dilly of personalities?Let me know what you think if you read this.

Momma had sayings

Momma had sayings.
Some people cut you down to make themself look bigger.
We killed a bear but Poppa shot it.
Maybe it aint them but you.
Those three are all I can remember but am sure there where many more.

What would be good for supper?

Hi everyone whats going on with you today?Not much happening around my humble abode today.Thinking what would be good for supper and so far no answer.I like to cook,simple things,beans,peas cornbread simple filling stuff.Seen a chili cornbread casserole recipe that looks great and want to try it soon.Also I have been wanting some cornbread dressing,a peach cobbler oh my mouth is watering now.Ok that is about all for now.Just me and the little kittens in here,they are full of spit and vinegar today running around chasing each other.

Milestone

Well it's Tuesday afternoon and all is well or is it cause I have no clue.Don't matter really,I have always accepted what ever came down.This I know,it is cool here.This morning almost stayed in bed with covers pulled over my head.It was so warm and cozy.Today does mark a milestone in my life and for some unknown reason it doesn't seem that important.Oh well that's what is going on here with me.

Have you ever?

Have you ever been laying in bed not a sleep just thinking?Have you ever been afraid to let your arm hang over the side of the bed?Have you ever had the feeling something just might grab your arm ?Something that is hiding under your bed just waiting for you?