Another test?

Up the creek as they say.In a pickle.Dire distress.My wagon is loaded and it's heavy.Going down for the third time.What ever you want to call it go ahead.Ok here is the deal.My @#$@^$$^& wheelchair.I hate this thing.But I need it and it's not working.Fish outta water I am.Try sitting all day in this thing.It is painful.I will not complain.Always someone worse off they say.Maybe it's just a test.I say that alot.What is the test and why ?I don't see the humor in all this myself.So if it is another test will I pass or what?Oh well enough of this for now.

A big stick will solve some problems

Ok while on the subject of being picked on or bullied I will tell this all so true story.Again it was an older kid.Every time he seen me he would cuss me or something just as wonderful.I was 7 or 8 years old.This is what Daddy told me what to do.How to fix the situation.He told me to get a big stick.I did.Sit on the hood of the car which was parked on the street.I did.Wait for this guy to come by the house.He did.When he starts cussing me and whatever and when he reaches the car where I am sitting.He was.And did.Knock him off his bike with the big stick.I did.Guess what?Problem solved and that kid never said another word to me or cause any problems.

Out of meaness

Six years old and it hurt.Standing in the back alley behind the house I was picking persimmons from a tree.BAM ! I seen stars.I felt this awful pain in my eye.Some kid who was older,maybe a teen had threw a rock on purpose and smacked me in the eye.I cried and I remember he was saying sorry,sorry.I ran home.To the eye Doctor my folks took me.I had a patch that was worned for awhile and what ever else was done I can't remember.I don't even know now which eye it was.I do remember this guy did not like me for what ever reason is unknown by me.It was close to loosing my eye the Doctor said.Plus my eye which ever one it was would always be weaker.So as I sit here at the computer thinking of that incident I can't help to think and ask why he did that to me.His name I don't remember it makes no difference.I wonder if he ever thought about that time out of meanes he almost blinded me.

I love you

All things considered I am a lucky person.I never had to struggle through this life.Plenty of food a place to sleep and clothes on my back.Blessed I am.I have family.Some living some gone.I never have been a huggy kissy type of person.I am changing in my old age.I was talking to one of my Macon cousins well emailing does anyone talk these days.I told her never had I said it but I love all my cousins.We are blood.Family.Even though we lose contact over the years that will never change.We are family.So to all my cousins out there even if I never told you,I love you all.

We would sleep better

Coffee is wonderful this morning.I am out of ideas about what to write about.I was watching the History channel while in bed.They had a program on about Jesse James.Theories on if he was really shot dead by Bob Ford or was it a conspiracy.Seems the rumor was that someone not Jesse was killed and buried.Maybe Bob Ford was just a fall guy,a patsy or maybe even a Judas.Conspiracies are interesting.Take JFK and Oswald.Was he the lone shooter.Another one that intrigues people is the subject of UFO's.Are they real?Is the government hiding the truth.I just had a thought.Maybe we would be better off not knowing these truths.We would sleep a whole lot better I bet.

47 years ago today

47 years ago where was you?On this date back in 63 it was a Friday,cold and rainy.I remember where I was.It was about 2pm and the school principal Mr Hempfhill came on the speaker system and said this.President Kennedy had been shot and was dead.I was 11 years old at the time.I watched TV all that weekend.I was watching when Lee Harvey Oswald was gunned down by Jack Ruby.I watched the funeral for President Kennedy on TV.I seem to remember that it was declared an national day of mourning.Schools where closed and my folks didn't have to work.Maybe it was for Thanksgiving but we where home.Things where starting to Change for America.

Jim

My best friend Jim.Jim was my best friend.Jim was a Squirrel monkey.I traded a guy I worked with a set of weights for Jim.Seems his wife was terrified of Jim.He had a cage but when me and him where alone I just let him run free.I walked into the kitchen and there he was,his little hands in the flour patting it all over his face.His little hands where like human hands.He would sit on my lap and pat my face.Gosh he was like a little kid and I loved him so.My folks said that Jim would start whistling before I got home each day like he knew I was coming.Often I wonder if he had ESP.Jim died in my arms at the vets.I was 18 but I cried like a baby for Jim.For several days after he died I could hear Jim at night whistling for me.

Living in the past

Living in the past.Guess I do.People keep telling me that.I don't see anything wrong with it.Least I know how it will all end because it is the past and I lived it before.Not like the future where noting is certain and full of doubt.

Cornbread dressing

This is one of my favorite foods and it's easy to make.It is cornbread dressing.First time I made one I was so proud and happy I showed my neighbor what I had done.My recipe is from the package of cornbread mix I use.Martha White.It is simple and serves up a few meals with it.Cold cornbread crumbled up.Tear loaf bread into strips and add to cornbread.A can of chicken broth.Cup of melted butter.Egg.Lots of sauteed onions.Spoon full of black pepper.Mix well.Bake at 350 for 30 minutes or until golden brown.Eat and enjoy.Simple and good for people like me who are just cooks who get by.

Thanksgiving,basket ball and the chicken pox

It's almost thanksgiving.My favorite holiday.Why I don't know.The food maybe.Going back in my history,someone said that is where I live,the past but that is ok with me.A few days before thanksgiving,what year I am to lazy to figure up now.It was a night game for East Newnan Elementary girls basketball team.It was at Moreland,Ga down the road from Newnan.Moreland is a famous place.The home of one of my favorite writers.Lewis Grizzard.He was a writer of such books with titles like Granny don't bend over in the garden cause them taters have eyes.He died a few years ago at a real young age.He was having heart surgery and did not make it.Ok back to my story.We school kids rode the bus down for the basketball game.Me I wasn't interested in the game,just a reason to get out of the house was what I liked.I remember they announced that Lester Maddox had been elected governor of the Great State of Georgia at the game,so you can back track with that info and figure out the year.Any way in was near thanksgiving.It was on a Sunday before thanksgiving,laying in my bed at East Newnan,covered up with my electric blanket cause I wasn't feeling that great I awoke with the chicken pox.Man I had a good case of it.So I can remember having chicken pox during the holiday and being teased in school because another student in my class had them also at the same time.I can see her face but for the life of me can't remember her name.So with all this said I hope your thanksgiving is a great time for you and full of memories.

Krystals

Krystals.That is the subject today.Krystals.Unless you are a Southerner chances are you have no idea what they are.No not a girl's name.Not a type of fancy glass.Krystals are one of my favorite things.Ok for you people up north a Krystal is like a Whitecastle burger.I really like those little square,small,hot burgers with mustard and sauteed onions.I remember the first Krystal I ever had.Back in 1962 I was 10 years old.I was spending a week with my Aunt Gladys who lived in Macon,Ga.Downtown we went for something and we stoped at a fast food place.We sat down at a table and she asked how many hamburgers did I want.1 I said.She said she never knew a boy who could just eat 1.Well it was a Krystal.It only takes 4 to fill me up these days with those yummy fries they have.So begins my love affair with Krystals,hate to say love cause that is a misused word,a story for another time but I sure do like them.Maybe Krystals are a comfort food for me.Stuck in my brain is a memory of my first one.Good times,happy times.Back in the 1990's a Krystal opened up here in LaGrange.I was there that day.So was everyone else in town it seemed like.So that is what is on my mind today.Krystals and all the memories they bring back for me.

Lot of Smiths

Momma was a Smith.She told me this joke.A salesman traveling through the countryside noted that every one he met was a Smith.Later that day he found out why.He seen a sign.It read Smith Manufacturing.

I will ponder

I shall ponder this today.Women.Lately I am having a hard time understanding them.Has my beard grown gray,long and shaggy and is reflecting what they say from my brain?I swear they talk in a language that is native to me but in general what is said is a mystery.Oh well ponder I will.

Gun goes bang

Well this computer is getting worse.If I go for awhile you will know the reason.If it was a horse I would shoot it.Yeah that is a good idea.Get my trusty 20 gauge that I got at 12 years old and blow this thing to smitherns.That would be fun plus the old gun goes bang real loud.It does kick.Ok that is the deal from here.So Happy Holidays to all if I don't get back to you.

Wrestle the bear

When I was a small boy I didn't have much sense.Living on Juniper Street I had several mishaps that should have killed a normal kid.The bike wreck,hole in the head from a brick,cave ins from holes dug in the alley,etc.But sitting here I just remember my most outlandish idea I had at age 8.The fair was coming to town and they had a bear.A bear you could wrestle.Me in my childish way had the bright idea that I could wrestle the bear.I'm strong and can wrestle real good I thought to my self.You know that is why kids have parents.Without them no kid would live long enough to do any real damage.

Sorry

Why am I the one that always has to say I am sorry.Heck it ain't fair.I am not the guilty one always.Oppps I am sorry!

It's just a machine.

This is sad.I thought the computer had messed up good.It hung up and would not do anything.So I used the big power button and turned it off.Well to put it mildly it was a pain getting it started again.Fear spread quickly through me.Dang no puter.How will I entertain myself?That is the sad part.I am to dependent on this machine.Bet you are also right?

What I am searching for

People have dreams.Dreams of things they want in this life.Some want fame and fortune,money,big houses and fancy cars.Some dream of love and happiness.World peace and the end of hunger for the righteous ones of us.Me my dream is simple.See that log cabin picture?That is what I want.High up on a mountain surrounded with trees.Overlooking a valley down below.A little one room cabin with a fireplace.A place of peace and satisfaction yes a satisfied mind.That is my dream and what I am searching for.

Chicory coffee

Coffee is bad this morning.It is some off brand instant and it has no taste.Could be worse I guess.Least it's not Chicory.I had a cup of that once.Once and no more.I would just give up coffee if that was all there was.

Hope no one gets hurt

Another good day here in the great state of Georgia.Sun is out for the moment but sure is windy.The leaves are falling good.Those colorful leaves.Seems to be a bad year for acorns.Not many this year.That is a blessing cause they can cause havoc.There is an old Oak tree right at the driveway.Well half of a tree.It was a forked tree but last year in the night it split and half fell.It smashed a car,tore down a section of fence and bent a fence gate.Lucky no one was in the driveway when it fell.Tree is hollow in center of what is left.Still scary on windy days cause I am sure the other half will fall soon.I just hope no one gets hurt.

True words of wisdom

I just heard this on a old movie playing on TV.Man said he did not like a girlfriend who had a husband.He said if she fools him she might fool me.

Alone

People come and go.So do friends.If you get one true friend out of this life I would call you blessed.Your family will die and leave you. You carry their memory in your heart.We come into this world all alone.We go out same way.Alone.I always worked alone.Not by choice.I am not anti social or that weird.It was the job.One man per shift.At times working alone was great.Then something would happen on the job and at those times extra help would have been so nice.Some people can't work alone.That I can understand.Working alone is sorta like solitary confinement.I worked a shift at the water plant alone.Hours where 8pm to 4am.No one was there when I got there.No one was there when I left.It could be months before I seen anyone.I had been there 10 years and had to go to the big office for something and no one there knew me.Oh well like I said alone.Sometimes good.Sometimes bad.

Weird

I am having some weird dreams.Other night I was on a concrete bridge.Narrow walk way.Others kept on walking but I was scared.Turned around and left the bridge.Last night my dream was about someone who I don't really like but there they where in my dream.Oh by the way my dreams are in color.What all these dreams mean I don't want to know.

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.