Wednesday, July 20, 2016


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Maw-maw camp has been going on for a few years now.  Every year, right before school starts back, I bring my grandchildren to my home to spend the night on Monday, and Tuesday and then they go home on Wednesday afternoon. This started when the first one was potty trained and has continued on with the other two grandchildren. Their mama gets a break and my grandchildren get to have a good time at Maw-maw’s house!
We have loads of fun and lots of good food….
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The children get to practice their artwork …………..
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They have their Uncle Dan helping them………….
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Showing them how to draw a good Mickey………..
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They also get to play dress up … Willie LOVES being a clown!!  It doesn’t take much to make little chidlren happy! Give them each a basket and a few dollars and let them “shop” at Dollar Tree!
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Wyatt learned to hide and be ready to defend himself from wild animals…(Coco loves chasing Wyatt and he had him cornered! It is so funny watching those two!!)
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Kenzie used her Beautician skills to show Uncle Dan how to fix his hair….
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“Don’t take that bow out again Uncle Dan!”      (Using William’s sword! )
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Feeling refreshed after getting good cool baths………………
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After her bath, Kenzie got to sleep with Maw-maw with her baby doll………….
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The last day is usually saved for a movie treat and no, they didn’t see Ghost Busters, they got to see “The Secret Life of Pets” and LOVED it! This was after the show…Willie didn’t want to leave!
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All in all they had a great time…
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Even if they did wear Uncle Dan out!
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Tuesday, June 28, 2016


Estell Dunn was one of a kind and one of the hardest working women I've ever known. At one time, she was 80 years old and was still keeping up with us much younger ladies at the BBQ. She made the slaw, she made the tea, she made the sandwiches, (which she piled the BBQ on!) and she stirred the old black pot of Brunswick stew. 

Before she retired, she could pull 11 hour days as good as we could. I think people born in the 1920's were made from better stock than we baby boomers, because she never showed her age back then. She looked years younger than her true age and it wasn't because she had a life of luxury. 

Estell did not have the easy life of a child as children do in this day and time... She often talked to me about her being just a little child out in the cotton fields picking cotton under a hot Georgia sun, and being grateful when her parents told her to stop picking and go home and cook supper for the family. A supper she would cook on a hot wood stove. 

Later on, she would marry and have all her children at home except one. When I asked her why she chose to have one in the hospital, she told me that someone had told her it was easier having babies in the hospital! So she went to the hospital. I still laugh now thinking about how mad she said she was when she found out she still had to have every pain even in that hospital! 

Looking back through my first  journal, I found an old post I had written on Jan. 27, 2007 about something she once told me...

She loved Danny like a son and one day, a year after Danny had passed away, she was saying to me that Danny was probably up in Heaven fishing. I made the remark that I wish I was up there fishing with him. Man, did I hear from her about that! She said; "Hush your mouth child!! My husband been dead going on 22 years. He can go fishing and as far as that goes, he can go hunting up there all he wants to...but he better not come get ME to go with him! No! No! No! He better not even think that ESTELL is going with him, cause I want to be down here just a little while longer!"

Time passes so fast. Estell eventually retired from the BBQ, but we still kept in touch for a while. Sadly, later on, not so much, but I still sent her Christmas cards each year. I heard today that Estell passed away yesterday. She would have been 90 in August. I am so glad I got to know her and that God let her be in my life for a little while.
Rest in peace my friend and if you happen to see Danny, give him a hug from me please.


Sunday, February 14, 2016


It's been almost 47 years ago now, way back when we were only teenagers, that Danny gave the first Valentine's card to me. It was always my favorite and the words means even more to me today.
A Loving Valentine For You Sweetheart                     
          Millions of stars
        in the heavens above
        Only one Sweetheart
          to cherish and love
        Hundreds and hundreds
          of flowers and trees
        Dozens and dozens
          of mountains and seas
        Everything's multiplied
             over and over
        Robins and butterflies,
           bees in the clover
        Many good friends
           to think the world of
        But only one Sweetheart
            to cherish and love.

He signed it this way:

                   "Love allways
                               Danny Noggle"

Please,if you have someone you love, let them know it, not just today, but everyday. You won't regret it....
I promise.


Tuesday, February 2, 2016


I lost my little Bubba today. 

He had a cough and it wasn't getting any better. I had gotten up from my desk and was going to call Dr. Durham to see if he could see him today, when Bubba came to me wanting to go out. I took him out and when he came back in, he laid down in the kitchen floor, instead of going to the heater as usual. ( He was cold natured and loved laying down on the rug in front of my old gas heater.) 

Ten minutes later he had passed away.

Danny was with me when we got Bubba. We had went to a flea market and a lady had him sitting on a table. I picked him up and felt his little ribs; he was that malnourished. She said that she was shocked that he let me pick him up, because he wouldn't let her. He was soooooo little and when I held him in my hand, that baby was trembling and he looked into my eyes and I swear he was silently begging me to save him. 

I asked her how much she wanted for him and she gave me a price. I told her I would take him and handed over the money. I'll never forget what Danny said later on when we were taking him home...He said, " I knew when I looked into your eyes as you held him, that we were going to take that pup home with us. He said, "I saw hell fly all over you when you felt his little ribs". 


I gave that woman what she wanted, but I would have written her a check for every penny I had in my bank account that day, just to get that tiny baby away from her...and if I hadn't had enough money, I hate to admit it, but I probably would have just walked on off with him....I was that desperate to save him.  We stopped before we left and bought little Bubba some food. It was chicken strips. He ate like he was which he was. 

Chicken strips ended up being his favorite treat. 

I don't have any idea what he went through before I got him, but he didn't trust many humans. He didn't want anyone but me holding him for a long time. He was cold natured and if I were busy, he would let Danny set him on his lap, so he could get warm, but he wouldn't allow Danny to pet him as he held him! Much later on, after Danny had passed away, he chose to include Amanda in his little circle of trust and would let her pet him and hold him. He also came to trust Al and Trenia. He loved playing with squeaky toys. He would hide them from the other pups when he got through playing with them and when he wanted them again, he would go back and find them. He played with his little squeaky toy right up until a couple of days before he passed. 

When we first got Bubba, I cut an old green bed blanket in half and Bubba used it to snuggled up in at the foot of my bed. He would make a little tunnel and sleep in it. He loved that old blanket. The thing got so old, it had holes all in it and it was literally falling apart from so many washings. So, not long ago, I threw it in the trash, after having bought him another one.  He would not even lay on the new one, so I had to get the old one out of the trash, wash it and give it back to him. He was sooooo happy when he got it back. He started bouncing all over it and eventually made his little tunnel and snuggled deep within it, falling fast asleep. 

We laid Bubba to rest today. He was 13 years old. I wrapped him in that old green blanket he loved so much and put his little squeaky toy in there with him and prayed that Danny would be there to meet him as he walked over that rainbow bridge.

Don't tell me that dogs are just dogs......

I have lost a family member and my heart aches.


Saturday, January 30, 2016


Years ago, my kids use to think that I was too hard on them when they did wrong. I use to tell them that I was only hard on them because I loved them.

I got news for them....I am even harder on myself

I just get so mad at myself, because I am nowhere near the person that I want to be, that I try so hard to be. I am too bossy and judgmental. I spout off my opinions, when I should be holding my tongue. I have been known to tell a dirty joke, make an off color remark or say a dirty word.

But all's not lost.....

I do pray every morning, every night and most times in between. I ask Him to help me be more like Him and less like me. I ask for protection of my children, my grandchildren, my friends and my family. I plead for their health and well being. I even pray for those who need prayer that I don’t even know. (God knows them) I also thank Him for all He has given me…for all that He has done in my life…for all He has done for all of us.

Sometimes I wonder if He gets weary of hearing from me.

I find peace in knowing without a shadow of a doubt that God is with us alwaysHe has been with me through the good and the bad of me, through the hard times and the good times, and I know that He is slowly, but surely trying to nudge me in the right direction…just as we try to do with our own children.

Even when I can't love myself, I know that God still loves me.

“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”    Philippians 4:7


Sunday, October 18, 2015


You know what I found out this morning? It's not that easy getting down and sitting on the floor when you are a senior citizen and "fluffy" like me!

Let me tell you, it's even harder getting back up!!!

Since we have been having these cold mornings, I decided it was time to blow out the old gas heater that I use to heat my house. After I have carefully taken out all the clay bricks, I must blow all the dust out that has collected in it since it has gone unused. I can do this standing up.

Then I have to light the pilot light.

This is what called for me getting down on the floor in a sitting position this morning, which in itself is no easy task, let me tell you!  I don’t know how many of you have had the joy of lighting an old gas heater’s pilot light, so I will try to explain my experience this morning.

First off, you have to find  the sorry kitchen matches you bought at the ‘everything for a dollar store’. You know the kind…your first, second and third strikes across the side of the box breaks the match in half before it even lights. So, on the next strike, you hold the match a little closer to it’s head and burn your fingers.

Yep, that’s the kind I have and used this morning.

After you finally get the match to light, you hold it in your left hand in the front of the heater while you stretch your right arm all the way around to the backside of the heater. Trust me, just getting myself in this position was no easy matter. 

With your right hand, you try to depress the little red doo-hickey button and HOLD IT DOWN as you take the match in your left hand (that has burned almost half way down to your fingers by now), and stick it to the pilot light in the heater. 

It lights!

You quickly blow the match out that was in your left hand, but you can not immediately let go of the little red doo-hickey button that you are holding down with your right hand. Even though it was hard to push down and even harder to hold down, you have to keep holding that thing down for about 2 minutes and then you let it go back up….slowly.  

Then you watch as the pilot light’s little blue gas flame, like a tiny little blue ghost, seeps back into the hole from which it came.

The pilot light has gone out.

So you do it all over again…
and again…
and again…

until it finally and blessedly lights and stays lit.

Putting the clay bricks back in without breaking them took a long time in itself and then there is the little wire grate thing that snaps onto the front of the heater that you have to get back on. While trying to dust it off with an old rag, a piece of metal the size of a thick needle went through my finger! Hell fire damnation!

Thank God that I had Dan here to help me get myself off that floor this morning or I would probably still be crawling around trying to find something to hold onto!!

But Hallelujah, we now have heat!!!