I can think of nothing more beautiful than one of God's creations.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
It's just me at home all alone today. Well, just me and "The Duke". Turner Classic Movies has a John Wayne triple feature to commemorate his birthday. Angel and the Badman is on now, Operation Pacific is next, then Red River. I'm good. Happy Birthday John Wayne. My page on John Wayne is here
Friday, May 25, 2012
My niece, Elizabeth graduated from high school with honors last Friday night. I cried when she was awarded a scholarship to Arkansas Tech.
Today she showed me the neatest website for explaining all you need to know about HTML and a bunch of other things I didn't even know I wanted to know. This is what it is called and what it is. Lissa Explains It All
What is so great about it? It was written by a kid for kids. I can understand it....well parts of it. What is so funny about it? Our children and grandchildren already know this stuff.
I studied a fourth grade teacher's edition math book to prepare for my asset test when I started back to school after our kids left home. Let me tell you people something...fourth grade math today is what I did in high school.
It may even be a little more advanced than what I learned in high school. I failed the one algebra class I took. What is sad though is that I didn't care that I had failed.
You don't have to know algebra to get a marriage license or to have babies.
Maybe Lissa can explain which key I am hitting that wipes out the whole page I have just written.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Okay my people, I must apologize again. This past week has been so busy but as the weekend winds down I am trying to catch up. I know I have surely missed some interesting posts.
We had an afternoon visitor yesterday. This little fawn just came ambling through the back yard. No sign of Mama. (excuse the brown grass - we are at a loss for ideas to save it)
There he goes back into the woods. I hope his Mama is in there somewhere.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
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.
This is how I remember Mama looking when I was a kid. It is really Rita Hayworth. Mama did have long auburn hair that she pin curled and brushed out into loose waves like this though. If she was here, I would drive her around town to see all the pretty flowers. She loved that.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
So, we married and moved into our little cement block house in town. Hubby made $60.00 a week and we somehow managed to stretch it just about as well as we do now. Gas was $0.39 a gallon and we bought groceries every week for $10.00 to $20.00.
We had naugahyde vinyl furniture and fiberglass curtains. FYI - do not wash fiberglass curtains with anything you wear. We climbed up in the loft of Dewey Childers' salebarn to find a used coppertone cookstove to buy. I think we bought our second-hand coppertone refrigerator from the furniture store Glen Yarbrough had on West Main Street. It was not frost free and was a chore to defrost. We cleaned them up and they worked fine. We heated with an open flame gas heater and used a water cooler in the summer. We survived.
Two days after our first wedding anniversary, our son was born. Grandma said she was afraid I would have a difficult delivery because I was such a little girl. That was a Grandma talking. I was little when I was little but not after I was grown. Anyway, Greg weighed less than six pounds when he was born.
|Don't you just love these pictures where your 6 weeks|
old baby is about to topple over.
We washed Birdseye baby diapers in the Whirlpool washing machine we had bought on credit from Mr. Hammonds and hung them out on a clothesline in the back yard. Do you notice I said we? One of my husband's work friends lived in the neighborhood and teased that he was giving the guys a bad name by hanging diapers out. In the winter they freeze dried on the clothesline.
Baby food was 10 cents a jar in the early seventies. Blueberry Buckle dessert tasted pretty good. We fed Greg baby cereal at bedtime every night and I think he still has a bedtime bowl of cereal from time to time. I rocked him to sleep until he was two years old. His sister would not go to sleep unless she was alone in her own bed. This is one of my favorite pictures of him eating his daily breakfast of oats and raisins. I loved those cute little flannel pajamas.
|Not sure why we ate oatmeal from a plate.|
|Right before hubby left for basic training. Pretty solemn, huh? Note the|
fiberglass curtains and vinyl furniture.
|This was taken at Granny's when he got back from basic. I bought the|
red dress from Florence and Pauline's dress shop downtown. Notice
Greg's cloth diapers.
|At Granny June's playing with his eight months older cousin, Billy.|
|My daddy loved to make him scowl.|
|Helping his daddy dig the septic lateral lines - by hand.|
We moved to our little house in Knoxville right before Greg's second birthday. We had built it ourselves with a lot of help from Mr. Hammonds at the hardware store downtown. He seemed to know how to do just about everything, as well as what and how much supplies we would need. No extra charge for the advise. We paid a lot of it out too.
|At Aunt Lizzy's egg house. I made the little corduroy coat and my|
Aunt Dorcas knitted his cap. He is wearing leather work boots his
Daddy bought at the commissary at Fort Leonard Wood.
|Greg with my "three words the whole bus trip to OKC" uncle.|
We love each other's kids.
|Taking his little dog for a ride in his Radio Flyer wagon.|
Someone help me here. This was taken at Easter time in Clarksville but I am not sure where. That has to be the Presbyterian Church but what is the brick building in front of it?
This is in the front yard at Knoxville when we first planted a mimosa tree. It got really big and beautiful but played havoc with Greg's allergies. A nest of seed ticks fell out of it onto Laura when she was little. It looked like dust all over her white shirt...crawling dust.
This is the kindergarten picture where I sent a little comb with him to use before the picture was taken. He did.
I have another school picture of him wearing a little blue shirt with a picture of a dog and some cute little saying on it. I promised I would never post it though.
Now you all get the picture. He was a sweet little kid who never gave us one bit of trouble. Well, there was that one little off-campus fifth grade Knoxville School incident that we are saving for when we need to get one of his girls out of trouble.
Happy Birthday son. Your dad and I love you.