I am reading again, while Janet was so sick I didn't have mind enough to read.
I am reading Black Boy ...Black Boy is Richard Wright's memoir of his life from early childhood to the launching of his career as a writer. His father abandoned the family soon after they moved to Memphis, leaving Wright, his mother and brother in dire straits. Schooling throughout his childhood was erratic and often interrupted; he eventually completed the ninth grade. Domestic violence, neglect and hunger plagued him throughout his youth.
Wright's first prolonged contact with white people came when he began working odd jobs to earn enough money for food. The discrimination and violence he experienced in the Jim Crow South came as a terrible shock to him. Time and again, Richard was the target of white hatred because he failed to hide his true thoughts and feelings behind a mask of servility and humility. Finally, resolved to leave the South forever, Richard scraped together enough money to move north to Chicago.
Wright vividly describes the intellectual awakening he experienced in Chicago as he immersed himself in the works of Dreiser, Mencken, Faulkner and Sherwood Anderson and began his first serious efforts at writing. Black Boy ends with an image of Wright sitting poised with pencil in hand, determined to "hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo." He had arrived at the threshold of his professional literary career.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
silkie
Unless I have a silkie rooster who is confused about sex I have at least one pullet. I heard a squawking in the silkie pen and saw a rooster trying to do the deed.Sammy is cooking me breakfast, home raised bacon and biscuit from the can is on the menu.
Dylan Ratigan
The Truth war and oil:
It's somewhat rare to hear a Senator tell the truth about American foreign policy, but we did get
a glimpse of reality last week when Senator Lindsey Graham lustily talked about the death of Gadaffi. He said, "There's a lot of money to be made in the future in Libya. There's a lot of oil to be produced. Let's get on the ground and help the Libya people establish a democracy and a functioning economy based on free market principles."
The Chinese are improving their skill at making solar panels, whereas American policymakers are explicitly avoiding building a post-oil energy infrastructure. Chinese elites want to secure oil and coal, of course, but they are also rapidly preparing for the day when these resources cannot be profitably extracted and used. American elites are engaged in a more short-sighted strategy of destroying any possible bridge to a post-oil energy future to protect their status quo profits. Leeb believes that this is a choice that could mark the end, not just of American dominance, but of American civilization. It isn't that this possible doomsday scenario is hard to grasp; promises of alternative energy and threats of higher oil prices have been around for decades. So why is it still going on? My suspicion is a mixture of greed and inertia
.
While we have the illusion of choice in our politics, the only real consistency in policy-making is Washington's commitment to war and oil, and increasingly often, war for oil. Libya was the oil dealer to Western Europe, but the market for oil is global. And oil is the prize, not democracy. This is why John McCain praised Gaddafi in 2009 for his peacemaking efforts, and applauded his death last week. It's also why our military is increasingly extended across the world in oil-rich regions.
Without a reformation for new politics, and a different way of relating to one another, we will continue with the status quo. And we will have to keep finding countries and asking the question of how our oil got under their sand.
It's somewhat rare to hear a Senator tell the truth about American foreign policy, but we did get
a glimpse of reality last week when Senator Lindsey Graham lustily talked about the death of Gadaffi. He said, "There's a lot of money to be made in the future in Libya. There's a lot of oil to be produced. Let's get on the ground and help the Libya people establish a democracy and a functioning economy based on free market principles."
The Chinese are improving their skill at making solar panels, whereas American policymakers are explicitly avoiding building a post-oil energy infrastructure. Chinese elites want to secure oil and coal, of course, but they are also rapidly preparing for the day when these resources cannot be profitably extracted and used. American elites are engaged in a more short-sighted strategy of destroying any possible bridge to a post-oil energy future to protect their status quo profits. Leeb believes that this is a choice that could mark the end, not just of American dominance, but of American civilization. It isn't that this possible doomsday scenario is hard to grasp; promises of alternative energy and threats of higher oil prices have been around for decades. So why is it still going on? My suspicion is a mixture of greed and inertia
.
While we have the illusion of choice in our politics, the only real consistency in policy-making is Washington's commitment to war and oil, and increasingly often, war for oil. Libya was the oil dealer to Western Europe, but the market for oil is global. And oil is the prize, not democracy. This is why John McCain praised Gaddafi in 2009 for his peacemaking efforts, and applauded his death last week. It's also why our military is increasingly extended across the world in oil-rich regions.
Without a reformation for new politics, and a different way of relating to one another, we will continue with the status quo. And we will have to keep finding countries and asking the question of how our oil got under their sand.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Thank you
The Tyson co worker of Janet sent me a love offering today of $125.oo
they were as follows...MICHCEL GILLS , VADA MASH, MARIE RAMIREY,SACE HELN, BEVERLY COLEMAN, VENANCIO GORRIDO, VBALDO SDA, JAMES DREO ,SILVIA CAGA POPS,MICHAEL, ESTELITA SHIRLEY KESSELRING ,JAMES MATHAS ,JAR B STEPHENS , LAUREL HOLEMS , JULIE BUSCHBOM MANIA MORALES VIRNA EOZA, JUDY TAMPAS, TED S. ENNQUES VI, MURALYN ENNQUEZ, LORHA EGBOS , DIZO FAMILY, CARREON FAMILY NELSON MENGARY, SUYCPA ESCOBG, NELDA MORELOCK, JOSEPHINE A. RUFF , JONATHAN E WEBB JAMES WEBB , VIRGIL RG
Thank you to each of you and I want you to know that Janet enjoyed the time she spent in your midst. I will remember you with joy in my heart because you are a great group of people. I should mention these people Mr. and MRS Terry High. , Beverly Colman and Betty Renfroe and Yolanda and Tony Gonzalez, Nancy Ratzalff and my brothers and sisters
I would also like to give a tribute to my sons, Kelly, Tony and Sammy who with out their help I could never have made it thro' the week.
they were as follows...MICHCEL GILLS , VADA MASH, MARIE RAMIREY,SACE HELN, BEVERLY COLEMAN, VENANCIO GORRIDO, VBALDO SDA, JAMES DREO ,SILVIA CAGA POPS,MICHAEL, ESTELITA SHIRLEY KESSELRING ,JAMES MATHAS ,JAR B STEPHENS , LAUREL HOLEMS , JULIE BUSCHBOM MANIA MORALES VIRNA EOZA, JUDY TAMPAS, TED S. ENNQUES VI, MURALYN ENNQUEZ, LORHA EGBOS , DIZO FAMILY, CARREON FAMILY NELSON MENGARY, SUYCPA ESCOBG, NELDA MORELOCK, JOSEPHINE A. RUFF , JONATHAN E WEBB JAMES WEBB , VIRGIL RG
Thank you to each of you and I want you to know that Janet enjoyed the time she spent in your midst. I will remember you with joy in my heart because you are a great group of people. I should mention these people Mr. and MRS Terry High. , Beverly Colman and Betty Renfroe and Yolanda and Tony Gonzalez, Nancy Ratzalff and my brothers and sisters
I would also like to give a tribute to my sons, Kelly, Tony and Sammy who with out their help I could never have made it thro' the week.
the wild ride
When my brother Richard and I were young our greatest joy was traveling to Uncle Truman's farm to run and play with our cousins Jimmy and Donnie. They were like us in that they were apt to act like wild Indians most of the time.
One golden day is tucked away in my memory and it shines and glitters like a piece of gold.
The cast being Jimmy who as he informant me every chance HE got was the oldest grandchild being 2 whole months older than me. As I remember we were about 8 years young that summer . myself being the only girl and this was the last year I was allowed to join the boys in their play. After that summer they decided I was "a ole Gurl" and boys didn't play with girls.
As I said there was Jimmy with his dark hair and Donnie the younger child with freckles spread across his snub nose being even young than my tow haired brother, RICHARD who was one year younger than me being born in October 1939 and I rounding out the gang of four was the skinny blond headed girl child that who after that year was locked out of the boys play time cause boys don't play with girls. EECCeE!
So that year is precious to me because I was still allowed to play with the boys.
One summer day we were standing around on uncles yard trying to think of some adventure fit for 4 young adventurous bare foot children .
Parked in the yard was uncle's Truman's hay rake . the day before he had brought it in from the hay field having finished with the summer hay season.
Hey, Donnie said I know where we can have a lot of fun just like they do in the circus. We can ride the hay rake, will we soon discovered that riding the rake was a lot of work and only two could ride while the other two had to play being a team of horses. The horses part we soon discovered was not much fun.
Jimmy said he knew how we all could ride at the same time with out the aid of play horses which was fine with me because I had noticed that I was being drafter more often as the horse.
This was Jimmy's plan, we all would be horses and we would pull the rake down the road about a quarter of a mile and turn in uncle's hayfield where he had failed to shut the gate when he finished the day's work the day before.
Down road we pull and pushed the rake hoping that aunt Francis would not notice our departure because she was the one who usually stop our plans.
We arrived at the field turning our machine in the gate we discussed how this would work. Jimmy decided the best course of action was that he and Donnie would hold the tongue of the rake which is the part the horses are hooked too make the rake go.
You and Richard, jimmy said to me will push from behind one at each wheel until we get it going fast then we all will jump on and ride.
Ok that is what we did. we were moving down the hill at a pretty good clip when jimmy yelled NOW, get on which we did. hanging for dear life because we had not realized just how fast a rake could move on a steep incline.
The hot wind was drying the sweat from our brows and about that time the tongue of the rake rammed into the ground raising the part of the rake we were on a good 3 feet in the air and then down we came with a crash that Jared out teeth. and away we went again the tongue having broke free with the crash as we came down., after the second time the tongue ramming in the ground it crossed my mind that maybe jimmy's bright idea might not be so good after all and we could get hurt on this wild ride.
never the less all we could do was hang on and scream. Finally we reached the foot of the hill and we jumped off shouting with laughter. as we looked back up the hill which we had just rode down it dawned on us that our fun was over and we would have a lot of work ahead to get the rake back in the place where uncle had left it.
We discussed the matter and the boys said we will just leave it here and go back to the house since it was nearing dinner time and no one wanted to miss aunt Frances fine cooking least of all me. It crossed my mind that Truman might be upset when he discovered his rake missing but I reasoned that with any luck he wouldn't notice the fact until we were gone home and if he did express his displeasure by handing out corporal punishment I wouldn't be party to his displeasure and Donnie and jimmy's fate was not my concern. we went on our way Laughing and telling each other how great the ride had been and what were we going to do next. I know Donnie said lets go and walk the rafter in the barn. The rafters are real high in the air and it is just like being in the circus walking the rafters Donnie declared but I will leave that story for another day and bid you good night..
One golden day is tucked away in my memory and it shines and glitters like a piece of gold.
The cast being Jimmy who as he informant me every chance HE got was the oldest grandchild being 2 whole months older than me. As I remember we were about 8 years young that summer . myself being the only girl and this was the last year I was allowed to join the boys in their play. After that summer they decided I was "a ole Gurl" and boys didn't play with girls.
As I said there was Jimmy with his dark hair and Donnie the younger child with freckles spread across his snub nose being even young than my tow haired brother, RICHARD who was one year younger than me being born in October 1939 and I rounding out the gang of four was the skinny blond headed girl child that who after that year was locked out of the boys play time cause boys don't play with girls. EECCeE!
So that year is precious to me because I was still allowed to play with the boys.
One summer day we were standing around on uncles yard trying to think of some adventure fit for 4 young adventurous bare foot children .
Parked in the yard was uncle's Truman's hay rake . the day before he had brought it in from the hay field having finished with the summer hay season.
Hey, Donnie said I know where we can have a lot of fun just like they do in the circus. We can ride the hay rake, will we soon discovered that riding the rake was a lot of work and only two could ride while the other two had to play being a team of horses. The horses part we soon discovered was not much fun.
Jimmy said he knew how we all could ride at the same time with out the aid of play horses which was fine with me because I had noticed that I was being drafter more often as the horse.
This was Jimmy's plan, we all would be horses and we would pull the rake down the road about a quarter of a mile and turn in uncle's hayfield where he had failed to shut the gate when he finished the day's work the day before.
Down road we pull and pushed the rake hoping that aunt Francis would not notice our departure because she was the one who usually stop our plans.
We arrived at the field turning our machine in the gate we discussed how this would work. Jimmy decided the best course of action was that he and Donnie would hold the tongue of the rake which is the part the horses are hooked too make the rake go.
You and Richard, jimmy said to me will push from behind one at each wheel until we get it going fast then we all will jump on and ride.
Ok that is what we did. we were moving down the hill at a pretty good clip when jimmy yelled NOW, get on which we did. hanging for dear life because we had not realized just how fast a rake could move on a steep incline.
The hot wind was drying the sweat from our brows and about that time the tongue of the rake rammed into the ground raising the part of the rake we were on a good 3 feet in the air and then down we came with a crash that Jared out teeth. and away we went again the tongue having broke free with the crash as we came down., after the second time the tongue ramming in the ground it crossed my mind that maybe jimmy's bright idea might not be so good after all and we could get hurt on this wild ride.
never the less all we could do was hang on and scream. Finally we reached the foot of the hill and we jumped off shouting with laughter. as we looked back up the hill which we had just rode down it dawned on us that our fun was over and we would have a lot of work ahead to get the rake back in the place where uncle had left it.
We discussed the matter and the boys said we will just leave it here and go back to the house since it was nearing dinner time and no one wanted to miss aunt Frances fine cooking least of all me. It crossed my mind that Truman might be upset when he discovered his rake missing but I reasoned that with any luck he wouldn't notice the fact until we were gone home and if he did express his displeasure by handing out corporal punishment I wouldn't be party to his displeasure and Donnie and jimmy's fate was not my concern. we went on our way Laughing and telling each other how great the ride had been and what were we going to do next. I know Donnie said lets go and walk the rafter in the barn. The rafters are real high in the air and it is just like being in the circus walking the rafters Donnie declared but I will leave that story for another day and bid you good night..
Friday, October 28, 2011
boom
Fleta said George was driving up and down our road running the deer hunter off of our deer. He better be aware there things out there that go bump in the night.EVERGLADES NATIONAL PARK, Fla. — Officials in the Florida Everglades have captured and killed a 16-foot-long Burmese python that had just eaten an adult deer.
Scott Hardin, exotic species coordinator for the Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission, said workers found the snake on Thursday. The reptile was one of the largest ever found in South Florida.
Hardin said the python had recently consumed a 76-pound female deer that had died. He said it was an important capture to help stop the spread of pythons further north.
The python was killed with a shotgun blast.
to old
There is something wrong with these photos some of us have live to long as proved by this last photo and this photo also proves the saying the good die young.Thursday, October 27, 2011
go west young man
WASHINGTON — Atlanta has widest income gap between rich and poor of all the major U.S. cities, the U.S. Census reported on Wednesday. New Orleans ranked second, followed by the U.S. capital, Washington, D.C.
Rounding out the list of 10 big cities with the largest gaps between high and low income are Miami, Fort Lauderdale and Gainesville, all in Florida; Athens, Ga.; New York; Dallas; and Baton Rouge, La.
The major cities with the lowest income inequality were almost all in the West, and all had much smaller populations. In Oakland California the mayor is crying, please, please don't make me kill you in front of the TV reporter.
Go away and starve quietly, I have my piece of pie and I am not going to give it up says the Oakland mayor.
Mean while will the protest/riots move into the eastern cities and south?
When people are hungry they will eat if there is food in sight to grab. The rich people, leaders, bankers will find they can't eat their gold.
New York city protesters......Food donations started to trickling in during the first week of Occupy Wall Street at Zuccotti Park in New York City. First came the pies anonymously ordered from Steve’s Pizza, which delivered them from across the street to the hungry protesters. Next, helpful citizens brought their own edible creations to supply the masses, and, as the crowd grew, so did those contributions. Now, they have a high-functioning system called The People’s Kitchen.
“We feed probably 1,000 people a day,” said Chris O’Donnell, a 24-year-old professional cook who helped organize the sprawling kitchen that rests in the heart of the protest space. “And tonight, we will probably serve about 2,000.”
On Friday afternoon, they were on round three of lunch service, which included sandwiches made with fresh bread and stuffed with cold cuts or peanut butter, rice and beans and a hearty green salad. The food line stretched about 15 people deep and consisted of all sorts, including a man in a pressed business suit, another wearing feathers in his hair and plaid flannel pants, and a woman all in black with heavy eye makeup.
mean while in California... Marines around the world are outraged by the injuries inflicted by police on Scott Olsen at Tuesday's Occupy Oakland protests.Olsen is in a medically-induced coma after getting hit in the head by a police projectile.
Rounding out the list of 10 big cities with the largest gaps between high and low income are Miami, Fort Lauderdale and Gainesville, all in Florida; Athens, Ga.; New York; Dallas; and Baton Rouge, La.
The major cities with the lowest income inequality were almost all in the West, and all had much smaller populations. In Oakland California the mayor is crying, please, please don't make me kill you in front of the TV reporter.
Go away and starve quietly, I have my piece of pie and I am not going to give it up says the Oakland mayor.
Mean while will the protest/riots move into the eastern cities and south?
When people are hungry they will eat if there is food in sight to grab. The rich people, leaders, bankers will find they can't eat their gold.
New York city protesters......Food donations started to trickling in during the first week of Occupy Wall Street at Zuccotti Park in New York City. First came the pies anonymously ordered from Steve’s Pizza, which delivered them from across the street to the hungry protesters. Next, helpful citizens brought their own edible creations to supply the masses, and, as the crowd grew, so did those contributions. Now, they have a high-functioning system called The People’s Kitchen.
“We feed probably 1,000 people a day,” said Chris O’Donnell, a 24-year-old professional cook who helped organize the sprawling kitchen that rests in the heart of the protest space. “And tonight, we will probably serve about 2,000.”
On Friday afternoon, they were on round three of lunch service, which included sandwiches made with fresh bread and stuffed with cold cuts or peanut butter, rice and beans and a hearty green salad. The food line stretched about 15 people deep and consisted of all sorts, including a man in a pressed business suit, another wearing feathers in his hair and plaid flannel pants, and a woman all in black with heavy eye makeup.
mean while in California... Marines around the world are outraged by the injuries inflicted by police on Scott Olsen at Tuesday's Occupy Oakland protests.Olsen is in a medically-induced coma after getting hit in the head by a police projectile.
old and ugly
Of course I could be younger and look like this
I don't know how I got so old and ugly so fast but I did, It is 2 in the morning and I am up so I will try to get back to bed and rest until day light.
Tyson evis brought me a meat try and I love cheese of which there was a goodly amount. Cheese constipates me in my later years. Probably it has something to do with not moving around much as well as cheese non the less if you people want to know what to do about constipation just ask me I am an authority on the subject.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
just great
He went to war to fight our enemy and now he finds we are the enemy,One of the most vivid images from Tuesday night's Occupy Oakland protest shows a man lying in the street bleeding from the head after a tear gas attack by police.
Occupy SF identified the man as 24-year-old Scott Olsen, an Iraq war veteran. Olsen has a fractured skull and is in critical condition at Highland Hospital in Oakland, according to a hospital spokesperson.
Wednesday afternoon, members of Occupy Oakland said Olsen was surrounded by his friends and fellow Iraq war veterans in the
Occupy SF identified the man as 24-year-old Scott Olsen, an Iraq war veteran. Olsen has a fractured skull and is in critical condition at Highland Hospital in Oakland, according to a hospital spokesperson.
Wednesday afternoon, members of Occupy Oakland said Olsen was surrounded by his friends and fellow Iraq war veterans in the
error
As we Silver Surfers know, sometimes we have trouble with our computers.I had a problem yesterday, so I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control, and asked him to come over.Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem.As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong?’He replied, 'It was an ID ten T error.'I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, ‘An, ID ten T error ? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.’Eric grinned…'Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before?'No,' I replied.'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.'So I wrote down: ID10T I used to like Eric, the little %#@*.If you're not a Senior yet, then send this to someone who is.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Toby Keith- How Do You Like Me Now.
I went down to Janet's wake and there was at least 200 people there to honor my daughter.
Terry high and his wife gave me 20 dollars as a gift and our Friend Beverly Colman gave me a gift of 1 hundred dollars. Good Friends are the greatest gift to have.
We didn't have music but they were a happy crowd visiting and have a good time and I was so glad to see them smile.
Kelly had said the funeral director had ask who Janet's favorite singer was and it was Toby Keith. I could just imagine them playing " how do you like me now?"
Holly smoke
my day,
The day is starting, it is 5:22 in the AM and I am up with a cuppa coffee and some good sweet bread.
Tricia Hunt , my husbands niece brought me a loaf of her apple sauce spice bread two days ago and every thing has been so crazy I had forgot about the BREAD.
I was laying in bed thinking about something to eat that was sweet and I thought Oh, Yeah Tricia's bread is in there if Helen didn't throw it away.
Helen has been up here CLEANING and she threw every thing I own away except the kitchen sink, now I Did see some prey marks on the sink so she had been trying to get it in the trash also.
anyway Helen didn't find THE BREAD and I am eating the bread and drinking coffee as I write.
Janet's funeral is tomorrow and we are having a open viewing tonight at Nelson funeral home for her Friends to come by and see her.
Kelly and Tony made the arrangement yesterday and they did a good job. The bill was about 8 thousand and her Tyson insurance was enough to put her in the grave.
Funerals are a terrible thing and then on top of that people who don't have money have to worry about how to get the money to pay the bill.
Fleta has been researching about funerals and she has all the facts if any of you might be interested in a do it your self style funeral. If cremation is your choice she can tell you how to do that as a do it on your own. She read that if you are a vet you and your wife can be put away at the government expense, of course if those repubs get wind of this they will straighten that out right fast. I saw the other day where some stuff shirt repub in DC said they were spending to much money on those old vet's medical cost and something needed to be done about that. I though by golly if I was you I woulds keep my mouth shut about those old vets after all the government trained them to shot to kill long ago!
I'll tell you true a person has lived too long when they are burring their children.
Fleta's son Jr. ask his mother if she had made arrangements for her and George. She said why, No that is your job. jR. is wanting anyone that has brush piles to bring them to Fleta's house. I think Jr. is looking into "that do it your self cremation." You have heard of HOLLY smoke, I guess Fleta is destined for Holly smoke.
all Of Janet's Friends have a invitation to the Alpena grave yard wenesday at 10 O'clock. She had a lot of friends. Helen said now Patsy, we are not going to have a lot of Friends coming to your wake. Janet was a nice person and people liked her but you on the other hand you are not liked so much!
Imagine that!
The day is starting, it is 5:22 in the AM and I am up with a cuppa coffee and some good sweet bread.
Tricia Hunt , my husbands niece brought me a loaf of her apple sauce spice bread two days ago and every thing has been so crazy I had forgot about the BREAD.
I was laying in bed thinking about something to eat that was sweet and I thought Oh, Yeah Tricia's bread is in there if Helen didn't throw it away.
Helen has been up here CLEANING and she threw every thing I own away except the kitchen sink, now I Did see some prey marks on the sink so she had been trying to get it in the trash also.
anyway Helen didn't find THE BREAD and I am eating the bread and drinking coffee as I write.
Janet's funeral is tomorrow and we are having a open viewing tonight at Nelson funeral home for her Friends to come by and see her.
Kelly and Tony made the arrangement yesterday and they did a good job. The bill was about 8 thousand and her Tyson insurance was enough to put her in the grave.
Funerals are a terrible thing and then on top of that people who don't have money have to worry about how to get the money to pay the bill.
Fleta has been researching about funerals and she has all the facts if any of you might be interested in a do it your self style funeral. If cremation is your choice she can tell you how to do that as a do it on your own. She read that if you are a vet you and your wife can be put away at the government expense, of course if those repubs get wind of this they will straighten that out right fast. I saw the other day where some stuff shirt repub in DC said they were spending to much money on those old vet's medical cost and something needed to be done about that. I though by golly if I was you I woulds keep my mouth shut about those old vets after all the government trained them to shot to kill long ago!
I'll tell you true a person has lived too long when they are burring their children.
Fleta's son Jr. ask his mother if she had made arrangements for her and George. She said why, No that is your job. jR. is wanting anyone that has brush piles to bring them to Fleta's house. I think Jr. is looking into "that do it your self cremation." You have heard of HOLLY smoke, I guess Fleta is destined for Holly smoke.
all Of Janet's Friends have a invitation to the Alpena grave yard wenesday at 10 O'clock. She had a lot of friends. Helen said now Patsy, we are not going to have a lot of Friends coming to your wake. Janet was a nice person and people liked her but you on the other hand you are not liked so much!
Imagine that!
Monday, October 24, 2011
A sleep
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." Psalm 30:5
Romans 14:9 For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living.
1 Corinthians 15:14 And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith.
1 Corinthians 15:18 Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ are lost.
2 Corinthians 4:14 because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence.
1 Thessalonians 4:13 Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope.
Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,From which none ever wakes to weep;A calm and undisturbed repose,Unbroken by the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet,To be for such a slumber meet,With holy confidence to singThat death has lost his venomed sting!
Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest,Whose waking is supremely blest;No fear, no woe, shall dim that hourThat manifests the Savior’s pow’r.
Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for meMay such a blessed refuge be!Securely shall my ashes lie,And wait the summons from on high.
Asleep in Jesus! Far from theeThy kindred and their graves may be;But there is still a blessed sleep,From which none ever wakes to weep.
Romans 14:9 For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living.
1 Corinthians 15:14 And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith.
1 Corinthians 15:18 Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ are lost.
2 Corinthians 4:14 because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence.
1 Thessalonians 4:13 Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope.
Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,From which none ever wakes to weep;A calm and undisturbed repose,Unbroken by the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet,To be for such a slumber meet,With holy confidence to singThat death has lost his venomed sting!
Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest,Whose waking is supremely blest;No fear, no woe, shall dim that hourThat manifests the Savior’s pow’r.
Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for meMay such a blessed refuge be!Securely shall my ashes lie,And wait the summons from on high.
Asleep in Jesus! Far from theeThy kindred and their graves may be;But there is still a blessed sleep,From which none ever wakes to weep.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
my bunch
I have been thinking about funerals I have attended and remembering certain things.
I remember grandma Gaddy funeral. Mama was among her people which didn't happen often . Present were an uncle and some cousins and mama's two sisters who had no issue and said in the bible.
Mama was surrounded by her children, daddy wasn't there, he always was with mama when she went some place but after he got the cancer he sort of bailed out and left it to her children to see her through the day especially if it was something difficult.
Mama told her people our names and said all of my children are here except the one daughter.
Then I remember at daddy funeral , his brothers and sisters , first cousins and friend were there and over aways stood Uncle Truman and aunt Francis as I walked toward my uncle to greet him he said " all my bunch is here , Patsy".And it is true they were a bunch just like daddy's bunch.
I remember grandma Gaddy funeral. Mama was among her people which didn't happen often . Present were an uncle and some cousins and mama's two sisters who had no issue and said in the bible.
Mama was surrounded by her children, daddy wasn't there, he always was with mama when she went some place but after he got the cancer he sort of bailed out and left it to her children to see her through the day especially if it was something difficult.
Mama told her people our names and said all of my children are here except the one daughter.
Then I remember at daddy funeral , his brothers and sisters , first cousins and friend were there and over aways stood Uncle Truman and aunt Francis as I walked toward my uncle to greet him he said " all my bunch is here , Patsy".And it is true they were a bunch just like daddy's bunch.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Barbara Janet Poor
To let all of you people know my daughter Barbara Janet Poor passed beyond this vale of tears Saturday morning at 2:05 am at Saint Johns hospital in Springfield Mo..
weep not for there will be joy in the morning.
weep not for there will be joy in the morning.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Springfield hospital
Janet is in the hospital at Springfield Mo. They are running test to determine what is her health problem and this is hard for me not being able to go up there and not knowing what the future holds.
This has got me to to thinking about our forefather Richard Powell, These ancestries of our was made of stern stuff and had a lot of nerve and back bone.
Uncle Worthy Powell had fell off a train at Carrollton and broke his hip and leg. Richard Powell my great grandfather made several trips to Springfield to get a surgeon for Worthy Powell over a period of several months. Worthy Powell was our grandfather, Melton Powell's brother.
Richard made this trip in a horse and buggy as I said several times bringing the doctor to Carrollton where the doctor operated on Worthy Powell on great grandma' kitchen table and then Richard would take the doctor back to Springfield.
The last trip our great grand father made he left the horses and buggy with the doctor as payment.
Our great grandma Betty was know to have a sharp tongue and one time Fleta and me talking and Fleta said how hard it must have been for Richard to make that trip over and over and I said probably not as hard as it would have been to stay home with Betty.
This has got me to to thinking about our forefather Richard Powell, These ancestries of our was made of stern stuff and had a lot of nerve and back bone.
Uncle Worthy Powell had fell off a train at Carrollton and broke his hip and leg. Richard Powell my great grandfather made several trips to Springfield to get a surgeon for Worthy Powell over a period of several months. Worthy Powell was our grandfather, Melton Powell's brother.
Richard made this trip in a horse and buggy as I said several times bringing the doctor to Carrollton where the doctor operated on Worthy Powell on great grandma' kitchen table and then Richard would take the doctor back to Springfield.
The last trip our great grand father made he left the horses and buggy with the doctor as payment.
Our great grandma Betty was know to have a sharp tongue and one time Fleta and me talking and Fleta said how hard it must have been for Richard to make that trip over and over and I said probably not as hard as it would have been to stay home with Betty.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Grannie here I come
He heard that there was a good looking Blondie in Phoenix Arizona and he headed her way.
(MSNBC) - A down-on-his luck elderly Oregon man has decided to hit the road and relocate almost a thousand miles to Quartzsite, Arizona - while riding his lawnmower tractor.
Stephen Hulsey, from Grant's Pass, Oregon, lost his job two years ago and has decided to move to greener pastures in Arizona.
However, Hulsey hasn't driven a car in over two decades as a result of his poor eyesight, so his mower is his only mode of transportation.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Harvey Shaw dies
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Remember Harvey and the Motor cycle wreck?
Harvey Dean Shaw, age 59, of Green Forest, passed away Tuesday October 18, at home. He was born December 25, 1951 at Denver, AR to Dean and Polly (Carmical) Shaw.
He attended Green Forest public schools. From a very young age Harvey was talented at working on “old cars” and he continued working on cars, as a hobby in his later years. He was a truck driver most of his life and was employed for C& L Trucking out of Harrison. He will be remembered as a fun loving person who loved to tell jokes and was a joy to be around. He loved deer hunting and all kinds of fishing. He was a member of Woodland Heights Baptist Church in Harrison.
Harvey is survived by two children; Jacob (Jake) Shaw and wife Missy of Harrison and daughter, Jody Dewey, his mother, Polly Shaw of Green Forest, brother, Frankie Shaw and wife Sherry of Huntsville, AR, one sister, Alice Henderson and husband E.H. of Asher, OK, grandchildren; Taylor Dewey and Kayla and Lily Shaw and many cousins, nieces and nephews.
He is preceded in death by his father, Harold Dean Shaw, grandparents, Charles and Sula Shaw and Frank and Mary Carmical. Celebration Of Life Services will be 10:00 AM Friday, October 21th at Smith Family Funeral Home in Green Forest with Pastor Roscoe Wade officiating. Interment will follow at Pickens Cemetery. Visitation will be 6-8 PM Thursday October 20th at the funeral home.
Dear Senator
Hattie McDaniel
Hattie McDaniel (June 10, 1895 – October 25, 1952) was the first African-American actress to win an Academy Award. She won the award for Best Supporting Actress for her role of Mammy in Gone with the Wind (1939).
She was not allowed to attend the opening premiere of gone with the wind in Atlanta!
I am reading "Dear Senator" by Essie Mae Washington-Williams, the daughter of Strom Thurmond.
cold
36 degrees this morning. The chickens were hungry.The sweat bees were not a problem out side .The heater is going full speed ahead.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
today
I have been cold all day and even tho' I feel it is to early in the year I had Sammy light the wall heater today.
My daughter is Ill she has a cyst on her liver. I want to rant and rave and kick and scream. I only have one daughter not to say that I would want one of my sons to be ill instead but I sure wish it was me instead.
The weather man is saying we will have a hard freeze by tomorrow night. he said the growing season was over. I want to know what growing season? We didn't have a growing season this year.
The neighbor said he heard that suicidal security people were going to get a raise this year. Election is right around the corner and I guess the politicians are throwing us our bone.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Rick Bragg
show me somebody who says their grandma never made them a "sammich" from home made jelly and government peanut butter, and Ill show you a liar or a Republican.
Rick Bragg
"Those turkeys were, to be honest, things of beauty. They were luscious, plump, and cosmetically perfect. They were not just browned, they were golden brown." –Rick Bragg
Rick Bragg's Southern Journal
See this Pulitzer Prize-winning author's take on everything Southern.
moreI am going to write a letter to the editor of this magazine. I am going to type with ill intent, use all the wicked prepositions and strident punctuation I know, and give these people a piece of my mind. If gas were not $19 a gallon, I'd drive to corporate headquarters and get ugly. I mean it–somebody hold me back.
I would not be this upset on my own behalf. But these people have hurt my mama's feelings. And not just this year. This has been going on for decades, right about this time every holiday season.
It has to do with turkeys. My people cook the best turkey in the whole turkey-eating world. "It's tender, and it tastes good," said my mama, who, with my Aunt Jo and Uncle John, have cooked 99% of the turkeys I have consumed. That should be enough. It is enough.
I start to think about it around this time of year, every year. I start to visualize it. For about four decades, they used the same pan, the one Aunt Jo won in a raffle at Coleman's Service Station in Jacksonville, Alabama. The bird, usually furnished by someone's employer in lieu of an actual cash bonus during the holidays, came from the oven half submerged in butter and juices, and cooked–because we country people are terrified of half-done poultry–through and through. And then cooked maybe a few minutes longer, just to be sure. That bird naturally tended to fall apart, but since it fell into butter, no one really cared.
I never even thought about what they looked like. To me, to us, they were beautiful. Then, it happened. Two years ago, Mama stood looking at another thoroughly cooked, wonderfully seasoned, heavenly aromatic bird, and sighed. "Well," she said, "it don't look like the ones on the magazine." She meant the almost annual spread of an immaculate turkey in Southern Living.
Those turkeys were, to be honest, things of beauty. They were luscious, plump, and cosmetically perfect. They were not just browned, they were golden brown. The skin was unbroken, wing to wing, leg to leg, gizzard to...well, where they hide the giblets. Sometimes, they even wore little white turkey booties on the end of drumsticks. (I am sure those things have a name, but danged if I know what it is, and I wouldn't admit it if I did.)
It was as if the turkey was actually posing, posing on an impeccable tabletop, with real cranberries sprinkled around. I told my mama her turkey was beautiful, because it was, and always will be. I told her not to give those tarted-up show turkeys another thought.
Then, we feasted. There was cornbread dressing, the best I have ever had–my Aunt Jo always says she ruined it with this mistake or that mistake, but it is always perfect, dense, the kind of thing you can cut a slice from at one o'clock in the morning two days later and eat cold, all by itself. There were the best mashed potatoes in the universe, and pinto beans, seasoned with big chunks of ham. There were hot biscuits and cabbage and carrot slaw–because country people do not celebrate anything worth celebrating without slaw–and cranberry sauce, the kind that makes a sucking sound as it slides out of the can. (We do not abide any cranberry sauce that does not make a noise.) There were green beans, pulled from the garden and canned by my mama months before, and my favorite thing of all, a kind of creamed onion, cooked slowly in an iron skillet in bacon grease, softened by adding water. And, in case we were a tad short of carbohydrates, there was a big pot of macaroni and cheese.
My Uncle John said grace, with the diginity of ages. My mother's beautiful turkey always falls off the bone. I eat a leg, and then a wing, unless my shirt buttons start to pop off. It will be that way this year. It will be that way forever, because it has to be.
Now forgive me. I have a letter to write.
Rick Bragg's Southern Journal
See this Pulitzer Prize-winning author's take on everything Southern.
moreI am going to write a letter to the editor of this magazine. I am going to type with ill intent, use all the wicked prepositions and strident punctuation I know, and give these people a piece of my mind. If gas were not $19 a gallon, I'd drive to corporate headquarters and get ugly. I mean it–somebody hold me back.
I would not be this upset on my own behalf. But these people have hurt my mama's feelings. And not just this year. This has been going on for decades, right about this time every holiday season.
It has to do with turkeys. My people cook the best turkey in the whole turkey-eating world. "It's tender, and it tastes good," said my mama, who, with my Aunt Jo and Uncle John, have cooked 99% of the turkeys I have consumed. That should be enough. It is enough.
I start to think about it around this time of year, every year. I start to visualize it. For about four decades, they used the same pan, the one Aunt Jo won in a raffle at Coleman's Service Station in Jacksonville, Alabama. The bird, usually furnished by someone's employer in lieu of an actual cash bonus during the holidays, came from the oven half submerged in butter and juices, and cooked–because we country people are terrified of half-done poultry–through and through. And then cooked maybe a few minutes longer, just to be sure. That bird naturally tended to fall apart, but since it fell into butter, no one really cared.
I never even thought about what they looked like. To me, to us, they were beautiful. Then, it happened. Two years ago, Mama stood looking at another thoroughly cooked, wonderfully seasoned, heavenly aromatic bird, and sighed. "Well," she said, "it don't look like the ones on the magazine." She meant the almost annual spread of an immaculate turkey in Southern Living.
Those turkeys were, to be honest, things of beauty. They were luscious, plump, and cosmetically perfect. They were not just browned, they were golden brown. The skin was unbroken, wing to wing, leg to leg, gizzard to...well, where they hide the giblets. Sometimes, they even wore little white turkey booties on the end of drumsticks. (I am sure those things have a name, but danged if I know what it is, and I wouldn't admit it if I did.)
It was as if the turkey was actually posing, posing on an impeccable tabletop, with real cranberries sprinkled around. I told my mama her turkey was beautiful, because it was, and always will be. I told her not to give those tarted-up show turkeys another thought.
Then, we feasted. There was cornbread dressing, the best I have ever had–my Aunt Jo always says she ruined it with this mistake or that mistake, but it is always perfect, dense, the kind of thing you can cut a slice from at one o'clock in the morning two days later and eat cold, all by itself. There were the best mashed potatoes in the universe, and pinto beans, seasoned with big chunks of ham. There were hot biscuits and cabbage and carrot slaw–because country people do not celebrate anything worth celebrating without slaw–and cranberry sauce, the kind that makes a sucking sound as it slides out of the can. (We do not abide any cranberry sauce that does not make a noise.) There were green beans, pulled from the garden and canned by my mama months before, and my favorite thing of all, a kind of creamed onion, cooked slowly in an iron skillet in bacon grease, softened by adding water. And, in case we were a tad short of carbohydrates, there was a big pot of macaroni and cheese.
My Uncle John said grace, with the diginity of ages. My mother's beautiful turkey always falls off the bone. I eat a leg, and then a wing, unless my shirt buttons start to pop off. It will be that way this year. It will be that way forever, because it has to be.
Now forgive me. I have a letter to write.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
silkie
I hear a rooster crowing in the silkie pen ever morning this week. every thing i read says it is really hard to tell the sex of the silkies until they eather crow or lay an egg.
today
When driving around Harrison Arkansas be aware there is a unmarked car with a flashing blue light pulling cars over. This fellow is not a cop but a want to be. so you better not stop for any unmarked cars with flashing blue lights. there have been two incidents of this happening and both times it was women who were pulled over.
Janet is feeling better. I hope this is the trend for some time to come.
I see Obama is collecting big money in his campaign chest. I suppose this will be another big money year for the candidates.
I see that Hillary was ask about vice president job and she said no. I wonder if Joe Biden is not going be on the ticket?
The repubs have a black man named Cain asking for the nod from his party.
This strikes me as funny, the repubs have a Mormon running and the Mormons believed that the negro race are the descendants of Cain . Adams and Eve's son who slew his brother and God put a mark on him so everyone would know he had killed his brother. So the Mormons believed that the black skin was the curse of Cain. I can just see the campaign posters. Vote for Romney not that son of Cain, Obama!
As long as we are talking about the Mormons, they also believe that there is a special under garment that people can ware that will prevent rape, show us your skives Mitt could be another slogan.
Mitt Romney is the riches man going for the gold at this time and the campaign money is pouring into his coffers.
I don't think Mitt Romney will be the candidate on the repub ticket because the tea party and the religious right would never let it happen.
How about those wall street, street people? The repubs are saying they should be arrested and some of the Democrats seem to think this is the thing to do.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Treasures from the attic
A new book to read, not a work of fiction....
Treasures from the attic.
by Mirjam Pressler
The story is one that is envisioned by many: a relative, an old woman who has lived in the same home for a lifetime, passes away, her death prompting the inevitable task of sorting through her effects by her surviving family. But in the attic in this particular house, a treasure trove of historic importance is found. Rarely does this become an actuality, but when Helene Elias died, no one could put a price on what she left behind.
Helene Elias was born Helene Frank, sister to Otto Frank, and therefore aunt to Anne Frank. Ensconced upstairs in the house she inherited from her mother, and eventually passed on to her son, Buddy Elias, Anne’s cousin and childhood playmate, was the documented legacy of the Frank family: a vast collection of photos, letters, drawings, poems, and postcards preserved throughout decades—a cache of over 6,000 documents in all.
Chronicled by Buddy’s wife, Gertrude, and renowned German author Mirjam Pressler, these findings weave an indelible, engaging, and endearing portrait of the family that shaped Anne Frank. They wrote to one another voluminously; recounted summer holidays, and wrote about love and hardships. They reassured one another during the terrible years and waited anxiously for news after the war had ended. Through these letters, they rejoiced in new life, and honored the memories of those they lost.
Treasures from the attic.
by Mirjam Pressler
The story is one that is envisioned by many: a relative, an old woman who has lived in the same home for a lifetime, passes away, her death prompting the inevitable task of sorting through her effects by her surviving family. But in the attic in this particular house, a treasure trove of historic importance is found. Rarely does this become an actuality, but when Helene Elias died, no one could put a price on what she left behind.
Helene Elias was born Helene Frank, sister to Otto Frank, and therefore aunt to Anne Frank. Ensconced upstairs in the house she inherited from her mother, and eventually passed on to her son, Buddy Elias, Anne’s cousin and childhood playmate, was the documented legacy of the Frank family: a vast collection of photos, letters, drawings, poems, and postcards preserved throughout decades—a cache of over 6,000 documents in all.
Chronicled by Buddy’s wife, Gertrude, and renowned German author Mirjam Pressler, these findings weave an indelible, engaging, and endearing portrait of the family that shaped Anne Frank. They wrote to one another voluminously; recounted summer holidays, and wrote about love and hardships. They reassured one another during the terrible years and waited anxiously for news after the war had ended. Through these letters, they rejoiced in new life, and honored the memories of those they lost.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
this day over the fence
we are having a pretty day today . yesterday brought a down pour and hail.
I got my bills paid after two trips trying to do so.
Janet is still sick. I wish she would get better.
Sammy is working on his old truck trying to get it back together.
We have two stray dogs in the yard. Just what we needed.
I found another chick when I went to get eggs. that makes 6 or 7 ,i forgot which in the brooder in the House.
I guess I have lost another guinea. I see only 0ne hen and 3 roosters in the yard the last few days so I guess I have lost all the guinea hens except one.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Uncle Trumans
I am posting this for Virginia Lee..
While Daddy was in the service we lived at Denver Arkansas across from my grandfather's garden. at first there was only mama , Richard and me then in 1944 nine months after daddy was home on leave Clayton was born.
Many times the 3 of us would walk down long creek and spend the day with Truman and Francis and their boys.
We children loved to run and play like wild Indians and we always had a good meal because aunt Francis was best cook that ever was.
I remember crying not long after daddy was gone while we were at Truman's and my uncle ask me what was wrong and I said I don't have a daddy anymore, I was 5 years old at that time. Uncle Truman told me that he would be my daddy until daddy came home.
Uncle Truman milked cows for a living and he had a cement trough behind the cows for the cow manure to fall in, every time you put a cow in a station to milk her she surly will have a bowl movement.
That trough was always full of green cow manure and we all liked to play hide and seek in the barn. One time Jimmy slipped and fell while running for home base which was part of our game.
That boy was covered with manure from head to toe. Needless to say Jimmy had to have a bath in the wash tub with cold water. aunt Francis was not happy.
The barn had a loft and above the loft were these rafters way up in the air, Donnie was always a dare devil and he would climb up on these 2by4s and walk them. He would be walking the plank 12 feet in the air and I knew he would fall and kill him self. I would beg him to come down and of course he stayed up there longer to spite me.
One time aunt and uncle were in Denver shopping and they invited mama and us home with them to spend the night.
Uncle Truman had a green ford truck with a stock rack around it and we children were riding in the back
Donnie was Playing he was a cow boy with a horse and telling us big tales like he always Did. as we came in sight of the house me, jimmy and Richard lost interest in Donnie tales and face forward in the truck..
Donnie went to the open gate which was forbidden for us to do. when we got to the house and jumped out of the truck aunt Francis noticed Donnie was missing.Truman found him unconscious laying in the road, They took him to the doctor and from there they went to grandpa Powell where Donnie finally regained consciousness.
We had to go home and we didn't get to play any that day.Donnie's fault as usual.
Donnie and jimmy grew up on long creek fishing and playing all summer long. They would catch bull frogs on the creek and aunt Francis would fry them.I think they grew up in a pleasant place and were happy children. I know Richard and me were always happy when we got to go to uncle Truman.
Me and Jimmy started to school at Denver together.Our teacher was Cleo Jackson. we were issued spelling books and told to learn the first assignment. I looked at the book and couldn't make heads or tails out of the words and I suppose jimmy was in the same situation.
The next day Cleo called on me to spell my words and I couldn't, neither could Jimmy . Cleo took us up on the stage and whipped us with a belt in front of the school. I always felt that Cleo was wrong to do that because he had failed to show us what we were suppose to do.
Across the road from uncle Truman's house was the well and a big walnut tree grew there. There was this big flat rock and we would crack walnut and get our belly full. I never saw that rock without a pile of walnuts. Aunt Francis used the walnuts in her cakes and cookies.
Aunt Francis like to tell ghost stories. She would have us gather around her at night and tell us some ghost stories. I don't remember being scared by her stories.
Truman and Francis both read and there was always books and magazines in their upstairs room. I would slip up there and read every chance I got. I read God's little acre and forever Amber in the upstairs. both books were considered risque and of course I wanted to read them and did. Aunt Francis always had a stack of modern romance magazines up there and I read them also, Uncle Truman leaned toward westerns and there were always a ready supply for me to read.
My memories of those golden days are still with me after all these years. No children had a better childhood than we did.
While Daddy was in the service we lived at Denver Arkansas across from my grandfather's garden. at first there was only mama , Richard and me then in 1944 nine months after daddy was home on leave Clayton was born.
Many times the 3 of us would walk down long creek and spend the day with Truman and Francis and their boys.
We children loved to run and play like wild Indians and we always had a good meal because aunt Francis was best cook that ever was.
I remember crying not long after daddy was gone while we were at Truman's and my uncle ask me what was wrong and I said I don't have a daddy anymore, I was 5 years old at that time. Uncle Truman told me that he would be my daddy until daddy came home.
Uncle Truman milked cows for a living and he had a cement trough behind the cows for the cow manure to fall in, every time you put a cow in a station to milk her she surly will have a bowl movement.
That trough was always full of green cow manure and we all liked to play hide and seek in the barn. One time Jimmy slipped and fell while running for home base which was part of our game.
That boy was covered with manure from head to toe. Needless to say Jimmy had to have a bath in the wash tub with cold water. aunt Francis was not happy.
The barn had a loft and above the loft were these rafters way up in the air, Donnie was always a dare devil and he would climb up on these 2by4s and walk them. He would be walking the plank 12 feet in the air and I knew he would fall and kill him self. I would beg him to come down and of course he stayed up there longer to spite me.
One time aunt and uncle were in Denver shopping and they invited mama and us home with them to spend the night.
Uncle Truman had a green ford truck with a stock rack around it and we children were riding in the back
Donnie was Playing he was a cow boy with a horse and telling us big tales like he always Did. as we came in sight of the house me, jimmy and Richard lost interest in Donnie tales and face forward in the truck..
Donnie went to the open gate which was forbidden for us to do. when we got to the house and jumped out of the truck aunt Francis noticed Donnie was missing.Truman found him unconscious laying in the road, They took him to the doctor and from there they went to grandpa Powell where Donnie finally regained consciousness.
We had to go home and we didn't get to play any that day.Donnie's fault as usual.
Donnie and jimmy grew up on long creek fishing and playing all summer long. They would catch bull frogs on the creek and aunt Francis would fry them.I think they grew up in a pleasant place and were happy children. I know Richard and me were always happy when we got to go to uncle Truman.
Me and Jimmy started to school at Denver together.Our teacher was Cleo Jackson. we were issued spelling books and told to learn the first assignment. I looked at the book and couldn't make heads or tails out of the words and I suppose jimmy was in the same situation.
The next day Cleo called on me to spell my words and I couldn't, neither could Jimmy . Cleo took us up on the stage and whipped us with a belt in front of the school. I always felt that Cleo was wrong to do that because he had failed to show us what we were suppose to do.
Across the road from uncle Truman's house was the well and a big walnut tree grew there. There was this big flat rock and we would crack walnut and get our belly full. I never saw that rock without a pile of walnuts. Aunt Francis used the walnuts in her cakes and cookies.
Aunt Francis like to tell ghost stories. She would have us gather around her at night and tell us some ghost stories. I don't remember being scared by her stories.
Truman and Francis both read and there was always books and magazines in their upstairs room. I would slip up there and read every chance I got. I read God's little acre and forever Amber in the upstairs. both books were considered risque and of course I wanted to read them and did. Aunt Francis always had a stack of modern romance magazines up there and I read them also, Uncle Truman leaned toward westerns and there were always a ready supply for me to read.
My memories of those golden days are still with me after all these years. No children had a better childhood than we did.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 09, 2011
fat tax
Denmark's "fat" tax.....I think this is funny!!
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This evening I was listening to NPR's "All Things Considered." They were interviewing a Danish government official about their new "Fat" tax. In order to encourage Danes to eat healthier....and to raise more revenue for the government .......A higher tax was imposed on food that the governemt felt was high in fat, or otherwise unhealthy. They thought this was a great idea....healthier people and more revenue!!
They asked him how it is working out.
He said that they are not sure yet. He said that more and more Danes are crosing the borders into Germany and Sweden to buy their groceries. And the government is actually collecting LESS in revenue than they were before they imposed their "Fat" tax.
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This evening I was listening to NPR's "All Things Considered." They were interviewing a Danish government official about their new "Fat" tax. In order to encourage Danes to eat healthier....and to raise more revenue for the government .......A higher tax was imposed on food that the governemt felt was high in fat, or otherwise unhealthy. They thought this was a great idea....healthier people and more revenue!!
They asked him how it is working out.
He said that they are not sure yet. He said that more and more Danes are crosing the borders into Germany and Sweden to buy their groceries. And the government is actually collecting LESS in revenue than they were before they imposed their "Fat" tax.
It's a Turkey
What tis it? tis a turkey!
Hank Williams Jr. made an ass of him self by comparing Obama to Hitler and ESPN fired his red neck Now it is all over the net as to weather he was correct or was he wrong and some are asking what would Williams Sr. say?
Most people know who was alive and kicking when Hank Sr. was around he was a drunk and doper and didn't have much to say when in front of a mike except to sing his lonesome country songs.
Sarah Palin says criticism of Hank Williams Jr. is "disgusting"
Oh yes she has to make a political statement as if anyone really carried.
Obama isn't a Hitler , he can't get anyone to agree to any thing he says everyone went along with Hitler.
Hank Williams is a southern white man who thinks Negros are just fine as long as they stay in their place which is NOT the white house!
Saturday, October 08, 2011
chicks
Sammy's youngest bantams in the calf hutch. He has 3 newly hatched in the plastic tub in house under a light. I told him I was tired of chicks.
I had a night mare last night seems like it went on for hours. I was inside the chicken plant trying to find a way out and couldn't every where I went was just another room.needless to say I was relieved when I got up and told my self it was a dream.
It is 5 O'clock and the roosters are crowing.
Friday, October 07, 2011
Mule and horse
One of kelly's horse and his red mule. Come on over and we will go for a ride but you have to ride the mule.
friday
This is Friday and the temperature is a warm 65 degrees.
Kelly moved two saddle horses into the pasture and one mule to eat down the vegetation. I will have photos later.
Sammy's two little fist dogs and Janet's little Chihuahua dog barked all evening. They were on the porch and when I opened the door they went running out to the fence barking like crazy. The dogs are always braver when I am on the porch.
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Helen ,when you want to know ask Google
Latter-day Saints launch "I'm a Mormon" ad campaign
"The Book of Mormon" debuted this year as a Broadway hit that won nine Tonys, and the 2012 race for the Republican presidential nomination features not one, but two candidates of the Mormon faith.
Now the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is launching a major expansion of its "I'm a Mormon" advertising campaign, which, church officials say, seeks to educate the public and dispel myths about one of the fastest-growing religions in the world.
CaliforniaAdvertisingWhite HouseReligionNew YorkArizonaBeginning this week, a dozen U.S. cities in seven states will be targeted by the Salt Lake City-based church with ads on television, city buses and billboards inviting visitors to the church's website to learn about its beliefs and followers.
Users who log onto mormon.org can see profiles of Mormons from various walks of life, chat with church members and learn about Mormon practices, such as the prohibition against consuming alcohol, coffee and tea.
"Many people are not familiar with our faith, and that can sometimes lead to misconceptions," said David Evans, an elder who oversees the church's global network of 52,000 missionaries. "The best way to understand Mormons is to meet them and get to know them personally. These ads are an invitation to do that.
While two Republican presidential hopefuls, former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney and former Utah Governor Jon Huntsman, are Mormon, their White House aspirations are coincidental to the church's outreach effort, Hawkins said.
A Gallup poll in June found one in five U.S. voters would oppose a Mormon candidate for president.
The church has long officially avoided taking a partisan role in politics, although it has weighed in on some hot-button social debates, notably its support for a 2008 California ballot measure outlawing same-sex marriage.
The church, boasting a membership of 14 million worldwide, including 6 million U.S. followers, has gained new attention in the American mainstream this year from Broadway to the White House campaign trail.
Public opinion polls in recent years have shown large blocs of Americans hold an unfavorable view of the religion, whose image problems are partly rooted in the faith's historical connection with polygamy.
An early tenet of the Mormon faith, plural marriage was renounced by the church more than a century ago, although it is still practiced by members of some breakaway sects.
That legacy has drawn notice from the HBO series "Big Love," about a fictional polygamous family, and "Sister Wives," a reality show that follows an ad executive, the four women he calls his spouses and their children.
But the most common myth, according to church spokeswoman Eric Hawkins, is the perception among some that Mormons are not Christians.
"This will help them understand that we follow Jesus Christ," Hawkins told Reuters.
FROM BROADWAY TO THE PRIMARIES
The ads will run in Denver, Atlanta, Phoenix, Seattle, Spokane, Wash., Indianapolis, South Bend and Fort Wayne, Ind., San Antonio and Austin, Texas, and Omaha and Lincoln, Neb., through March 2012.
The campaign first surfaced in several other U.S. cities last year, including New York City.
"The Book of Mormon" debuted this year as a Broadway hit that won nine Tonys, and the 2012 race for the Republican presidential nomination features not one, but two candidates of the Mormon faith.
Now the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is launching a major expansion of its "I'm a Mormon" advertising campaign, which, church officials say, seeks to educate the public and dispel myths about one of the fastest-growing religions in the world.
CaliforniaAdvertisingWhite HouseReligionNew YorkArizonaBeginning this week, a dozen U.S. cities in seven states will be targeted by the Salt Lake City-based church with ads on television, city buses and billboards inviting visitors to the church's website to learn about its beliefs and followers.
Users who log onto mormon.org can see profiles of Mormons from various walks of life, chat with church members and learn about Mormon practices, such as the prohibition against consuming alcohol, coffee and tea.
"Many people are not familiar with our faith, and that can sometimes lead to misconceptions," said David Evans, an elder who oversees the church's global network of 52,000 missionaries. "The best way to understand Mormons is to meet them and get to know them personally. These ads are an invitation to do that.
While two Republican presidential hopefuls, former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney and former Utah Governor Jon Huntsman, are Mormon, their White House aspirations are coincidental to the church's outreach effort, Hawkins said.
A Gallup poll in June found one in five U.S. voters would oppose a Mormon candidate for president.
The church has long officially avoided taking a partisan role in politics, although it has weighed in on some hot-button social debates, notably its support for a 2008 California ballot measure outlawing same-sex marriage.
The church, boasting a membership of 14 million worldwide, including 6 million U.S. followers, has gained new attention in the American mainstream this year from Broadway to the White House campaign trail.
Public opinion polls in recent years have shown large blocs of Americans hold an unfavorable view of the religion, whose image problems are partly rooted in the faith's historical connection with polygamy.
An early tenet of the Mormon faith, plural marriage was renounced by the church more than a century ago, although it is still practiced by members of some breakaway sects.
That legacy has drawn notice from the HBO series "Big Love," about a fictional polygamous family, and "Sister Wives," a reality show that follows an ad executive, the four women he calls his spouses and their children.
But the most common myth, according to church spokeswoman Eric Hawkins, is the perception among some that Mormons are not Christians.
"This will help them understand that we follow Jesus Christ," Hawkins told Reuters.
FROM BROADWAY TO THE PRIMARIES
The ads will run in Denver, Atlanta, Phoenix, Seattle, Spokane, Wash., Indianapolis, South Bend and Fort Wayne, Ind., San Antonio and Austin, Texas, and Omaha and Lincoln, Neb., through March 2012.
The campaign first surfaced in several other U.S. cities last year, including New York City.
dog wood tree
I found this photo on one of our relatives facebook. It was Frankie's daughter. She is a lot like her father.
It is a cool 52 degrees this morning.
Sister Helen found a real nice scale on sale the other day. She said it was very pretty and had a digital read out , it only cost 6 dollar. She set it on the floor as soon as she got home. Only one problem she weighted 820 according to the reading on her beautiful new cheap scale.
Winnie Jo has been fishing she never mentions if she catches anything.
Speaking of fishing, I have never hear Fleta say if she has ever fished nor Helen or Betty. I used
to go fishing . I love the idea of getting free food.
I have a new book to read that isn't fiction, Malcolm X is the subject. Malcolm X has always intrigued me, he was a very smart fellow.
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Donnie Powell
Uncle Truman when he was young.Helen wanted to know what Donnie did for a living. He worked for U S D A in the poultry industry. I don't know what his job was but he was a goverment inspector.
Donnie's daughter
Donnie's daughter.It is cool here today. Fleta brought me a kitchen stool yesterday. I am have proplems standing for any lenth of time so I am going to do like mama did while I am doing dishes I will set on the stool.
Helen called yesterday, she is well. Winnie jo has been fishing , she didn't say if she caught any fish. Kelly and his wife went fishing on Bever lake and Judy caught 2 bass on 15 3/4 inches long and the other was 16 inches long. Kelly said they were big bass, He only caught little bass.
More books to read.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Barbara Wade
Betty this is Barbara Wade and Jonell was not at Kenny's birthday party. I lifted that photo off facebook.Virginia sent me an email offering me all the photos that was left from the party picture pile but I told her I didn't want them. I just wanted the one of Daddy, Thelma and Truman for fleta and it already belonged to her. She had brought them for the Powell's at the party.
I hope Virginia got the one of Thelma, Truman and daddy.
Monday, October 03, 2011
Joy Talent
I found this photo on Casy's facebook and I know this is Cindy Rudd's daughter. Cindy was married to "DUCK" Talent. Joy talent was his mother. I worked with her years ago at Tyson. she died in a fire. This girl is the spiting image of Joy Talent.Rudd stories
Fleta posted a photo of the Rudd siblings and she only named 4. A good excuse for her is that was all she knew but the complete list is... Fred, Frank, Francis,Carl Dean,Billy Joe and Lois.
Carl Dean died in Europe during the war. Ann Rudd told me the family was told that he was a squad leader and he was leading his men inside a church after he reached the porch he stopped to let his men pass to safety and a sniper shot him. He died on the porch of that church. Frank died while in the service in the U S of A . He was murdered as far as I know no one every was punished for his death.
Aunt Francis grieved for years over Carl Dean dying. She had a photo framed hanging in her front room. I wonder who has the photo now?
Frank Rudd lived and made it home but he had a drinking problem and reenlisted and was found dead on the base, no one every knew why, it but supposed he had made enemies.
In 1946 Richard and me would ride to town on Saturday with daddy. he would leave us in the car while he went in the grocery store to buy our food for the week. On the same side of the street, where the Bank is now was a bar. The high light of our day would be the "FIGHT".
We had a ring side seat to the fight. Frank Rudd and some poor fool would come out of the bar and the men would gather around to watch the fight. I remember they boxed just like the boxing matched you see on TV. Frank was always the winner.
We always had big stories to tell Jimmy and Donnie when we saw them next time about their uncle Frank fighting. Frank always won and it is a comment on the times no one tried to interfere with the men fighting it was excepted as normal behavior. There was no law in Green Forest in that time.
As long as I am telling stories on the Rudd's I will tell about the one who died during the tornado that blew Green Forest away in 1927.
There were two Rudd brothers one had a pretty wife and the other brother was guilty of coveting his brothers wife, some think that he did more than just thinking about that sin.
Things were coming to head pretty fast in the family and the "coveting wife brother" was murdered during the storm. Nothing was ever done to find his killer and most people felt he got what he deserved and that his brother had killed him. Ann Rudd told me she had the dead man's black hat in her house. It was considered a family heirloom but I guess it was burned when the Rudd house burnt unless one of the girls took it when they sold the place. These two men were Onie Rudd's brothers. Onie Rudd was Aunt Francis's father.
I thought of another Rudd story... There was a man that lived at Denver ,John Dee was his name. John Dee's wife and was old and not well so their children got a young girl to stay with them and help their mother. Old John Dee was in his 80's at least and this girl who was considered not to bright showed up pregnant. The rumor was that John Dee said he ate a lot of steak and that made him sexual active. Billy Joe like to tease Aunt Francis so he told aunt Francis he was taking their daddy steak to eat every day. Aunt Francis threatened Billy Joe . Mrs. Rudd was dead and Mr. Rudd had a lady Friend that he kept company with and aunt Francis didn't like the fact that her daddy was keeping company with this lady.
Sunday, October 02, 2011
baby girl and the Rudd girls
Jonell and Mary Ellen I think
Jonell Rudd
Tony's granddaughter
Barbara wade and Rosco
a Rudd girl I don't know if it is Mary or the other girl but she looks like her motherI can't remember the other girls name. There was Jonell and Mary Ellen the the other girl that I have forgot her name then Easter, Barbara, Cindy and the last girl Alisssia. maybe It is Mary and Ellen. I hate not being able to remember!
fall colors
I went to bed early so I am up early.
These pretty red bushes are sassafras bushes.
We went by Tony's on the way home and I have turnips to cook.
Along with everyone else I got to see Barbara Wade a friend from my Tyson days and she is the mother of Adam Wade Tony's son in law.
Everyone thought I would have photos of the new great grand girl but I had to report all my photos were on my computer.
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