Monday, November 27, 2017

“Courage Is Being Scared To Death, But saddling Up Anyway.” ― John Wayne

We were just two young teens walking home late one Fall night from the local highschool football game. We weren't in a well lit section of town and had at least four more blocks to walk before we would be at our homes. Suddenly a car load of screaming boys flew past us honking the horn. To make matters worse, whoever was driving that car was squealing tires and turning it around down at the end of the street and was now speeding back to where we stood. 
We thought for sure it was a car load of hoodlums.
With the car quickly approachimg us, Danny said, "RUN! Call the law! I will stay here and fight them if I have to."
Now, this was in the 1960's, when cell phones hadn't even been thought of yet. So, you couldnt just stand there and call 911 for the police like you can now. With no houses around, you had to go find a phone booth and the closest one was blocks away. I knew I wouldn't be able to get him help quick enough, so I shook my head and stubbornly stood there. 
With him begging me to leave him there the whole time.
Thankfully, once the car got close enough to us, we saw that one of the boys in that car was a school friend, who only wanted to offer us a ride home! Whew! We were so relieved!
This happened so many years ago that I may have forgotten some of the smaller insignificnat details, but let me tell you this ...I will never forget that night.
The love for that brave young teenage boy still lives on deep within my heart and not a night goes by, that he doesn't come back to visit me in my dreams.


Saturday, October 7, 2017


This morning, I got up, flipped on the bedroom light, next the living room light, then the kitchen light. I was intending on getting me a cup of coffee before I had to go to work, until I remembered I had some bills I needed to write checks out for. So, I was sitting at my old desk, writing out those checks when the dang lights went out!  First thing that hit my mind was that tropical storm NATE had sure gotten here quick. I look outside and although it was cloudy, there was no storm. I begin to walk up and down the street asking neighbors if they had electricity….

All of them did.

So, I came back into the house and called Georgia Power and reported an outage. In a few minutes, I get a text from them saying that my electricity would be restored at 9am. In the meantime, since I am the only one on the street without power, I get worried that a power line may be down on the side of my house where my electric meter is located. So, I stepped outside and go around the front of the house corner to check. The line is still up where it should be…

 BUT…my meter is GONE!

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I mean, who would steal an electric meter and who would do it in broad daylight when all the lights in the house were on…meaning that somebody was already up and awake and would surely notice whent he lights went out???

I stand there in front of where the meter is suppose to be and start dialing Ga Power back. This time I get through to a live person. I explain to her that I had previously called to report an outage and this time I was calling to report a missing meter! The conversation went something like this:
Me: “Mam, I just called and reported an outage.”
Her:  After checking my idenity, “Yes mam, it has been noted and your power will be back on at 9am.”
Me: “ Well, I just went outside to check for downed wires and found out that my electric meter is actually missing. Did yall pull it out?”
Her: “ Mam, your meter is there.”
Me: “ No mam it isn’t.”
Her: “ Well, I show that it is running”
Me: “ Mam, it is not here, so if it is running, it is running somewhere else”
Her: “ Are you sure you are looking in the right place?’
Me: “ Have yall moved the meter recently?”
Her: “ No, it has never been moved”
Me: “ Then, yes mam, I AM looking in the right place and nothing is here, except the exposed wiring.”
Her: “Okay. I will note that your meter is missing.”
Me: “ Please do. Thank you.”

After I hung up, I go back inside and get my battery operated lantern that I bought after Hurricane Irma hit us about 2 weeks or so ago. I go to the bathroom, set my lantern down and jump in the shower.  I have to go to work and I need a shower.

It wasn’t until I got out that it dawned on me that I didn’t have any electricity to blow dry my hair!

I got dressed and went outside just as the man in the Ga Power truck was pulling up in front of my house.  He gets out and starts looking up at the top of the pole in front of my house. I take him and show him that my meter is missing. He said, “yes, it’s gone.” Then I ask him if they pulled it for some reason. He tells me they didn’t pull it and besides they would never leave the wires exposed like that. He goes to the truck and gets a meter and puts it right where mine use to be … until some dad-blamed crook stole it.

Monday, January 23, 2017



This past Sunday morning, I had just gotten off the phone with my daughter Amanda and was on my way to the bathroom to take my shower and get dressed to go to Church, when the phone rang.

I don’t know why exactly, but I had a bad feeling even before I ever picked it up.

It was Amanda and she was crying so hard I could not make out what she was saying. It scared me to death! Amanda doesn’t cry much or often, at least not around me, and the last time I got a phone call like this a dog had killed their pet cat. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I understood this much; ”Mama, all them are GONE!”  “WHAT??” I yelled into the reciever….”What do you mean Amanda???” 
“Mama….Kenzie has cut all her curls off…she has cut her own hair and all of her curls are GONE!!

The last was said very loudly and ended with a great big sob.

Maybe it was relief that it wasn’t a life thretening situation, or maybe it just brought back sweet memories of another little girl (AMANDA) that cut her hair, but oh my gosh…..I LAUGHED. Oh, I tried to cover it up quickly…especially when Amanda cried, “MAMA, ARE YOU LAUGHING?? KELVIN, MY MAMA IS LAUGHING!! 

I tried real hard to make that laugh sound like a sobbut she knew.

My granddaughter Kenzie was born with very little hair. It took months for even this little bit to come in….                                                         

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When my granddaughter finally started getting some hair on her head, it was obvious that it was going to be curly hair….real curly hair! The longer it grew, the curlier it got! Everyone who met her, noticed those curls and her mama and daddy loved them.


Even as she grew older, the curls were still there.

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And now I had Amanda on the phone crying because at three years old, “Kenzie’s curls are all gone!”

It seems that Amanda was getting ready to go to church yesterday, when she noticed Kenzie's hair looked sort of well… strange. At first glance, she thought Kenzie had one side of her hair up and had put a bow in it, but once she caught hold of her and turned her around, on closer inspection, she knew.

She knew that Kenzie had did what most children will do at one time or another during their child hood.

Kenzie had cut her own hair!!


( I honestly think Kenzie was saving them to put back on later!)

This picture was taken right after we took her to Athens to try to repair the damge she had done. As you can tell, one side is shorter than the other. It will eventually grow out and we will keep triming and fixing until it all looks better.

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Althouugh she cut her own hair, she was scared to get her hair cut by a beautician! So, sitting in the next chair over, Amanda got her own hair cut too.


Good Lord willing, the hair will grow back…and I already see some little curls peaking through just a day later….so Mawmaw and her baby girl and her grandbaby girl are all happy now.

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                                AND THE SCISSORS HAVE BEEN HIDDEN.



Sunday, October 2, 2016


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I have always loved two old country songs that Loretta Lynn and Dolly Pardon sang…
Dolly’s song, “Coat of Many Colors” and Loretta Lynn’s “Coal Miner’s Daughter” seemed to have been written just for me, because they ‘almost’ told my childhood story.
The old house that I was raised in, out on a dirt road in Greene County, Georgia, had no paint on the wood walls, nor the ceilings. We had no running water in the house, nor outside. We got our water from Mr. Paul’s Dairy. My daddy hauled it to the house in metal milk cans. The tin roof had holes in it, so we could see the stars and moon shining in on us at night through the holes in the ceiling. During the day we could see the dirt on the ground under the house through the holes in the wooden floors.
We had an old rounded pot bellied heater that tried real hard in the winter time to heat the four tiny rooms in that house. What with no insulation, it was an almost impossible job. Sometimes, or I guess I should say often times, the glowing red embers would grow dim, then dark and cold during the night. Come morning, our little bodies would be just a shivering, even though mama would have piled all the tattered blankets and old long woolen coats that she could find on top of us, trying to keep her babies warm.
It was a hard childhood in ways, but we survived and most times we even enjoyed our little country life. We had so many pets! We always had an assortment of cats with kittens, dogs with puppies, chickens with chicks and hogs with baby piglets to play with. I will tell you a secret; baby piglets are just as much fun as puppies to play with…. just don’t let the mama pig catch you doing it!
When we grew tired of playing with our pets, we would make mud pies and have ‘Best Mud Pie’ contests or see who could go the highest in the swing we had rigged up in the Mulberry tree. We drew hopscotch patterns or marbles rings in the dirt and played for hours on end. We played cowboys and Indians. Do children even play that anymore, or would it be perceived as stereotyping?
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                                        *Three of the oldest kids, at our old home before the kitchen and the shingle sidding was added on
When we grew tired of playing, we would lay in the grass and look up at the white puffy clouds floating by in the bright blue sky, using our imagination to make pictures out of them. At night, we caught ‘lightning bugs’ in mason jars and put them in our bedrooms to see the glowing green lights moving about to and fro. On some nights, especially after a corn shucking, or pea shelling day, we would just sit out on the wooden back porch quietly listening to the chairs creaking as grownups talked while rocking back and forth in the old wood rocking chairs.
I would always, and I mean always, drift off to sleep!
God blessed me with two of the most loving parents that a child could have had and I truly believe that is the number one most important things in a child’s life.
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                                                    The only baby picture of me !

Here lately, there has been much talk in the news about the poor and disadvantaged….but you know, having been raised poor and disadvantaged, it was not always a terribly bad thing for me.  When I think back, for every negative thing about being raised poor and disadvantaged, I believe I can name a positive.
I guess it’s all according on how you look at things.

Sunday, September 25, 2016


Have you ever looked back in time past and known that God had been trying to tell you something ? At the time, maybe He was whispering quietly in your ear, nudging you gently to do something that befuddled your brain. Maybe you couldn’t understand the reasoning of it all, because it was not making sense, so you either did what you were told or you did nothing.  Sometimes, you may be asking HIM for an answer and later on, you see that HE has answered you. Usually it is not until later on, after the fact, that you can look back, and clearly see that it was indeed HIM trying to get your attention all along.
I have had two such experiences this week.
The first was on Thursday,  September 22, 2016:
I always try to post a Bible verse on my Facebook wall each day. I always post it publicly. Who knows, someone may see for the first time, the words inspired by God! On t
his day, at 7:35 am ; I posted :
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'
~ ROMANS 5:8 (KJV) ~

I was shutting my computer down, getting ready to take a shower and go to work , when another Bible verse came to mind. I remember getting the distinct feeling that God really wanted me to post that verse. I even chuckled and said out loud , “Okay Lord, but I have already posted a Bible verse today!” So I looked up the verse to make sure I had it right and then posted this on my wall 17 minutes later at :7:52 am :
I know I have already posted a Bible verse today, but for some reason, I feel like I need to post this one also. Maybe someone needs to hear this today.......
"For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.”
~ PSALM 91:11 (KJV) ~

After posting it, I took my shower and went on in to work at the BBQ.
The next post I made on my wall was at 2:49 pm…
“The Greensboro Holcomb's BBQ is closed today due to an automobile accident. A car backed into our huge plate glass window. Everyone is okay.”
During our busy lunch hour at the BBQ, I was standing in the kitchen at the refrigerator, getting slaw out for an order, when I heard glass breaking. When crazy things happen, your mind sort of goes all loopy! At first, I thought I had accidentally dropped something. Then it dawned on me that we have nearly nothing in our refrigerator that is made of glass, and surely nothing big enough to just keep on breaking for this long. It was then that I looked up and saw the car backing into the huge plate glass window directly beside me. The big window blind that hangs over that window was coming up over the car trunk as I saw the glass breaking and falling as if in slow motion…huge feet long glass pieces of glass and little glass shards coming into the BBQ along with the car. I have a picture of the window…or rather what was left of it.

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See that window blind? That’s the blind that partially came up over the car’s trunk as it came through the window, letting huge chunks of glass come into the BBQ….See that big piece of glass in the middle? It was so loose, it was moving in and out like a boat sail. I was standing not 2 feet behind that blind. Not even one teeny tiny piece of that glass hit me, nor anyone else in our BBQ, although it was all over the floor, several feet away from the window. God’s angels were indeed watching out for us.** "For He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.” ~ PSALM 91:11 (KJV) ~**( **The second bible verse that I almost didn’t post)
Then this morning I posted on my wall about a dream I had last night:
I saw this on a friend's wall and I believe this to be true.
( ***It was a poster that reads: When a mother dies, a daughter’s mourning never completely ends.)
“Last night, I dreamed that I went back home and everything was back as it use to be. As I walked through the house looking at all the old furniture and nick-knacks, it dawned on me that my mama had passed away. My heart broke all over again. I woke up crying and begging her not to leave me. If you still have your mama, please LOVE her, HONOR her and do all you can for her NOW.... while you still can.”

I  did not post what I did when I woke up at 4 am crying out for my mama…That dream was soooo real and the heartache was almost unbearable. I  immediately thought of the song , “There is power in the Name of Jesus”, so I started saying “Jesus help me” over and over again…asking in my heart for HIM to let me know that mama was still with me. I soon fell back to sleep.  I woke up later on and got ready to go to the little church that my daughter, her husband, and my grandchilden attend. As usual, a few people sang this morning and the last one to sing, sang this song;
“Amazing Grace ( My chains are Gone)” 
I cried silently through the whole song…
You see;  My mama LOVED to dance. She use to dance with us, her little girls, as we played our favorite songs on her little record player. Later on, for the rest of her life, she suffered from varicose ulcers on her legs and feet. They never healed, though she had many, many surgeries, so she no longer could dance with us. How she even  stood on her feet were beyond me and even many doctors and nurses. She could not wear normal shoes, but had to wear men’s slippers that were cut to fit her thick bandages. Eventually,  my sweet mama got alzheimers and passed away years later, not even recognizing who I was. When I had to plan her funeral, I imagined God giving her a new life, with a new mind and new feet…feet that could wear pretty feminine shoes, feet that she could dance on and not hurt. So I had this song played at her funeral…
           AMAZING GRACE ( MY CHAINS ARE GONE)                          

I think GOD used someone’s singing  today to get a message to me....
And I think my mama is dancing in Heaven.          
Thank You Jesus.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.                 

Sunday, September 11, 2016


HORSESHOE BEND 2: WE WILL NEVER FORGET: Years ago, some of us, who wrote in AOL JOURNALS, were asked to take part in honoring those who were killed during the 911 terrorist attack ...