Time for Kite Flying

-
Blake with his kite


                                   

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Happy Mothers Day

-
Image
Somewhere there is a baby picture of me with my Mama and Daddy. They had me lying on a pillow in a straight backed kitchen chair outside Aunt Maggie's little house. They are both looking down on me and the photo does not show their faces. Of all these old pictures I have, I cannot find that one. It makes me sad. I can't find the picture of Greg and Cassie I have titled, "The Fish Story" either. So, instead I am showing a picture of my Mama with her Mama. Except Mama always had to call her Mother. She said she would not answer her unless she did. I always thought that strange as we never called her Grandmother. I don't know why Mama (and therefore me too) was so short. Grandma was fairly tall and Grandpa was a very large man. It is a funny thing about genetics, isn't it? I have uncles over six feet tall and my Daddy was only 5'7". And sometimes those blue eyes pop up in a family of brown eyed children.
Read more

Happy Birthday Baby Sister

-
Image
Today is my sister's birthday. I was not quite nine and Mama was twenty five when she was born. Mama was much older at twenty five when she had Freda than I was when I had my daughter at that age. Mama was sick before, during, and for quite a while after this last baby was born. I remember she mostly ate only toast and jelly. Our OKC Grandma came to stay with us while Mama was in the hospital and stayed long enough to help Daddy move into a different house before they brought Freda home. We always rented. Speaking of rent houses...we looked at a really pretty house on Sevier Street while I was still in grade school. It had a big picture window and enough bedrooms that we would not have to share. Daddy said we could not get it because the rent was $100.00 a month. I do not remember what should have been the memorable event of bringing a baby sister home from the hospital. I do remember Grandma staying a little while and asking me to take a dish back to a neighbor at the end o...
Read more

It's Just the Wind

-
It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon. It is very quiet now as the grandchildren have all left and Hubby is working back at the farm. I like being alone as long as I know it is not permanent. I have not done much other than a little laundry and the always unpleasant task of mopping the floors. Again, I apologize for the picture quality. I am reluctant to invest in a good camera or even to invest in the time needed to upgrade my iPhone. And yes, Elizabeth, I will get around to it eventually. I wanted you to see and hear the wind blowing in the pine trees. It seems so pleasant to me - just a soft, gentle breeze making a quiet whisper through the trees. There is a pretty cardinal up there but it did not photograph well. Then.....do you notice the picture has a slight jerking motion to it? That is my hand tremor. It is a family thing that is not much more than a nuisance. But now, my eyelid has started twitching. So, like I know you all do as well, I punch in hand tremor and eye twit...
Read more