Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Forty Two Years Ago

           danny and ditty (400x300)

I have been busy cooking today. I have made sweet potato pies and pecan pies. I have my corn bread and biscuits crumbled up into a big bowl just waiting on all the other good stuff that will be added to it tomorrow to make the dressing. I have pressure cooked the turkey innards for the giblet gravy and even baked the small turkey and ham.

Since they alternate Thanksgiving every year, Amanda, Kelvin and my grandbabies will be spending Thanksgiving with his family this year. So it will just be me and Dan doing the feasting…but that's okay…there will be some great left overs for the rest of the week.

Being busy has helped me keep my mind of of the fact that forty two years ago today, about this time, I was at the Nathaniel Green Motel here in town….with a man. We had a one night honey moon right here in Greensboro.

I was eighteen and though you can get married at eighteen in the state of Georgia…unfortunately Danny was only seventeen, so we had to go to Aiken S. C. to get married. We rode all the way up there in a bright yellow Ford Maverick. My daddy, my mama, my two sisters and a brother-in-law, along with Danny and I. Seven people in that little car all together, all the way to Aiken S.C.

Because the only place for me to sit was in Danny's lap, to keep my head out of the roof of the car, I had to hold my head sideways. By the time we got to Aiken, I could hardly hold my head upright or straight!  We were married at the Court House with the Justice of the Peace; Mildred Boswell, preforming the very short ceremony in front of my parents and sisters.


One vow stands out more than the rest now…”Till death do we part.”

Looking back, I see that we were so young, so naïve, and oh soooooo poor…but you know what? I married my best friend. Not many people can say that and be honest. I lived with and loved him for nearly thirty five years before God called him home. My marrying Danny is the one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt that I wouldn’t change in my life. I made so many mistakes in my younger years, but he wasn’t one of them. I never met a more kind and gentle hearted person than Danny. He would do anything for me or anyone else. There is not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Not a day that I don’t miss him or talk to him in my mind, as if he were still here. When I have a problem, I talk to him about it. When the problem is a real big one, sometimes I actually fuss at him for leaving me, as if he had a choice in the matter. Yeah, I know this may sound crazy, but you know what?

At this point in my life, I have no fear of what others think of me, as long as I know that God still thinks I’m okay.

Danny use to tease me all the time about the fact that I was so easy to get turned around and lost when traveling…so I also remind him daily that when the Good Lord sees fit to call me home, he best come get me and lead me to those Pearly Gates so I don’t get lost!

You know…if at all possible, I believe he will.






Sunday, November 24, 2013


                 Faith Heavenly Father

In the years that God has let me enjoy His beautiful world, I have learned a lot of hard lessons. I have also learned to be thankful… not just on Thanksgiving, but on everyday.

I have learned that although I may not like a person’s lifestyle or the choices they have made, I still like that person’s heart.
Thank You God for showing me the true heart of a person and
for helping my heart grow softer as I grow older.

I have learned that a friend can actually be a person that you have never even seen before in real life.

Thank You God for my internet friends.

I have learned that  time really does fly.

Thank You God for the time You let me  have with loving parents, siblings, friends, a good husband, my children and my grandchildren.

I have learned that bad things can and often do happen to good people.

Thank You God for giving me the strength and the ‘peace that surpasses all understanding’ to get through the bad times.

I have learned that although it may be more stressful having Thanksgiving dinner with multiple (and often squabbling) family members, it sure beats no longer having them at the table there with you.

Thank You God for the good  memories I still have of Thanksgivings past.

I have learned that  instead of asking God for things, it really helps us more to PRAISE HIM.

Thank You God for teaching me that by Praising Your name and giving You all the glory when I pray, that  I am really counting my blessings.

I have learned that there are good bosses and bad bosses.

Thank You God for both the good and the bad bosses in my lifetime of working. (For the bad ones have helped me realize how very lucky I am to have the good ones.)

I have learned that prayers do work.
Thank You God for always being there to listen to me and all of us who need to talk to You.

I have learned that no matter what happens, no matter who else may abandon us, that God is always with us.

Thank You God for never leaving us.



Monday, November 18, 2013

I’m Going Hunting

If there’s one thing I do not like and do not want around me, it is a rator a mouse.

It goes back to many years ago when I was pregnant with Dan. We lived in a duplex below Danny's parents. It was a cute little place; two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. It had a big beautiful back yard and the front yard had a chain link fence all around it. I loved that little house.

Back then we were on a strict budget. One so strict, that I actually counted the pieces of bread in a loaf and knew how many it would take for a week, which included fixing Danny a couple of sandwiches each day for work!

I guess I was about midway through my pregnancy one morning, when I went into the kitchen to make me a sandwich. As I got the mayonnaise,  I reached up to get the bread off the top of the refrigerator and there was none! I knew there had been some the night before, and thought that Danny must have eaten it during the night.

When he came home that evening, I ask him if he had eaten all the bread the night before and he looked puzzled and said no. Well, I knew there was bread there the night before and now it was gone! No one had been in the house but me and Danny and I knew I didn’t get it, so I sort of huffed and said, “well you could have at least saved me the end pieces!” Of course he still denied eating all the bread, and we argued back and forth for a while over who ate the bread!

This happened over 42 years ago, so I can not remember now, but for some reason, we had to pull the sleeper couch out that night. It was one of those kind that you just picked the front up and pulled it out. We picked the front end up and low and behold..there was that whole loaf of bread…underneath the sleeper.


I told Danny this, but Danny said that it wasn’t a rat, because a rat would have eaten it. The next day I went into the living room to turn the TV channel. This was back in early 1972, when you actually had to walk across the room and grab hold of the channel knob and turn it with your hand! I turned the channel and stood there for a minute ( looking at a soap opera I think) and all of a sudden, something on the floor directly in front of me caught my eye…it was a RAT.

Not a little mouse, not even a medium size rat, but the biggest dang RAT I had ever seen in my life and it was looking at me! Before I could get my wits about me, I swear it leaped..or maybe he  ran up my leg, but one thing for certain,  somehow he got on my pregnant stomach!!!

I screamed bloody murder and I slapped that sucker as hard as I could! I watched in horror as it fell off my stomach and run toward the front door where he slid his fat butt through a small hole in the base board. How that big old nasty thing got through that little bitty hole I will never know. ( Later someone would tell me that they can get through the tiniest openings and I believe it! )

That night, when he got off work,  I told Danny what had happened and he laughed as he looked at that little hole and said it couldn’t have been more than a tiny mouse to get thorough that little old hole! I kept trying to tell him different, but he wouldn’t listen to me.

Oh, I was so mad!


Being pregnant, hormonal, and having a HUGE BEADY EYED RAT (that your loving husband only believes is a teeny tiny mouse ) on your pregnant belly, does not make for a happy wife!

The next day was the weekend, so Danny went into the living room with my broom that morning and sat on the couch. He had placed a tiny piece of bread with peanut butter on it in front of the mouse hole. He was going to kill that teeny tiny mouse when it came out of it’s little bitty hole. I think he actually thought it would be like the cute little cartoon mouse on Tom and Jerry!

I said, “ok, but you can sit in here by yourself, I’m locking myself in the bedroom.” He said I was being a baby butt.

He thought that right on up till that giant rat squeezed itself out of that little bitty hole and went for the tiny peanut butter sandwich Danny had so thoughtfully made him!  When Danny tried to kill it with the wooden broom, he ran right up Danny’s britches leg!!! I tell you what, I still laugh when I think of Danny screaming like a banshee as that rat chased him! I kid you not, it sounded like someone was tearing up our living room!!! That rat had no fear of humans!  Danny’s pawpaw later told us it were creek rats coming in the house and they grew huge! (They were so big that my sister once tripped over one in the dark in our living room and thought it was a new puppy we may have gotten!)

Danny tried everything…poison, rat traps, steel traps ( his pawpaw was a trapper) and finally in the end, he even started shooting those rats with a twenty-two rifle, but they just kept coming and they kept getting in our house from the creek next door. By this time, Dan had been born, so after fighting a useless fight, I took my baby and went home to my mama one day, while Danny got the furniture out and moved us into another house!

So you see why I am terrified of rats. Which brings me to why I am even writing this. I have lived in this house since 1985 and have only seen one little tiny mouse, once… the week we moved in.   We bought some poison and the mouse died within a day or two.

Then, last week I thought I found mouse droppings, but I convinced myself it was just dried up little black ants where the bug man had sprayed.

This morning, I know I found mouse droppings….in my bedroom.

I got my shower, put my clothes on and I went straight to Walmart and got some of those sticky mouse mats, a sticky big rat mat,  and also a new fangled thing that you set and the mouse goes in but he doesn’t come out alive. ( I don’t want to think about what happens to him in that thing.)

Then I came home and went to Farmer's Feed and Seed and got two old fashioned mouse traps, one old fashioned BIG RAT trap, and some rat poison. The man at the feed store said I was only one of many who have came in for the same thing lately. There seems to be an epidemic.

Did I mention that I am terrified of rats???

Well, Danny ain’t here any more, so excuse me while I put my big girl panties on…and wish me luck…

I am going rodent hunting.


Monday, November 11, 2013


I went to see my Mama today after I left church. I caught her while she was eating her lunch and I was so happy I could watch as she ate all of it!  I wheeled her to her room after she had finished and turned the TV on for her to see. She seemed to really enjoy watching The Brady Bunch. The little kids on the show were all singing and The good Lord knows my Mama loves children and singing, so that was right up her alley.  
Later on, I gave her the rag doll that was sitting on the top of the cabinet there in her room. I had the biggest lump in my throat watching her holding and humming to it. Like a little child, she was having the best time cuddling that doll! Since she was humming, I tried singing some of the old Gospel hymns that she use to play on the piano at Church. I was hoping it would bring her back to me for just a little while, like it did during the last visit… but she didn’t sing with me today. She just kept humming  and mumbling to the baby doll. That’s okay though.
She was happy and that is all that matters to me.
Mama had a runny nose today and I was constantly wiping it for her. ( I told the nurse and she was to give her something for it when I left.) As I gently wiped her nose, it got me to thinking of how many times she did the same thing for me and my siblings. She seemed to always have a hankie handy when she needed one. There were six of us, so she probably spent a good deal of her time wiping little snotty noses!
Let me tell you, if you are fortunate enough to still have your mama and she can look at you and know that you are hers…Do your best to make her happy now, because once upon a time, that mama did all she could to make you happy. She probably sacrificed, did without, cooked your meals, stayed up at night with you, held you, rocked you, and the main thing;  she still loved you, even when you weren’t very lovable.
Sort of like how God loves all of us, you know??
Back when we were all still little… back on that old dirt road we called Horseshoe Bend… my Mama did without plenty and worked so very hard just trying to raise all of us. A lot of folks say that they wouldn’t change a thing about their lives. I know I would and I would do it in a heartbeat. 
I would go back in time and somehow make her life a lot easier than it was… or die trying.
I would start out by being  a better daughter.


Sunday, November 3, 2013

Thank You God

I got up early this morning and walked the pups. Real early. We are talking 4:30 am early! THE PUPS HAD TO GO … NOW!  I was so irritated at having to take them out that early and besides, it was cold out there! But I want you to know, once I got outside…the sky was crystal clear and the stars were soooo bright! It was almost like God had just hung them up there in the sky new; for my eyes only.
I actually stayed outside longer than necessary in order to drink in all the beauty that I was gazing up at. I had forgotten how grumpy I had been when I had first gotten up and I actually thanked God for those pups waking me so early to go potty!
I believe God wanted me to see His beautiful work.
Once back inside, I started to stay up, but my good warm bed was calling my name. Let me tell you, it didn’t take long for me to be snuggled back up under the covers again and before I knew it, I was dreaming….
It was summer and I had taken one of my old push mowers up to mama’s house to cut her grass. I had cut the grass up the side of the drive way and made my way around to the backside of the house. It was when I got around back, that the thought crossed my mind that Buster Brown was in the house and I had forgotten to feed him… for days!
Buster was mama’s old Chihuahua that lived to be in his twenties. Before he died, all his teeth had fell out and mama would buy him puréed baby food meat to feed him! I think back now of how we, all her children, got so aggravated at that little dog. We would help mama “walk” him and he could hardly stand anymore, much less walk.  He would go in circles trying to pee for hours it seemed. We use to wonder why mama wouldn’t just go ahead and let the vet do something
Now, after having gotten a little more compassion in my old age, I know why she held on to him with such an iron grip. My Mama was a mama in the truest sense of the word. She had to have something to love, and to care for. That little bitty dog was all she had to love, when we, her children weren’t there.
I pray that God forgives me for not being more understanding.
While in the dream, I was panicking as I walked up onto the back porch. I hadn’t fed Bussie (his nickname) in days, so I needed to get in the house, but I had not brought the key with me. (It is strange that in my dream, I knew in my mind that mama was in a nursing home, but I had not remembered that Bussie was long gone over the rainbow bridge.) Well, when I came to the back door, it was open and the way the house is built, I could see all the way from the back screen door to the front door. It was open too and all the lights in the house were on! It was so light and bright in there and you could just tell that it was as it use to be…
Back when those I love were still there.
I quietly opened the screen door and eased into the kitchen and saw Bussie lying in his little doggy bed by the small space heater in there. He was fine and even looked a lot younger. I heard someone talking in the living room and though I could see the foot of mama’s recliner, I could not see who was in it, because of the way it was positioned behind the  corner. I quietly walk on into the living room and there she sat.
My mama.
She was talking on the phone to someone. Oh, she looked sooooo good! She looked just as she use to look, back when she were younger and now she was talking!
How long has it been since I heard her have a real conversation with someone?
Well, let me tell you, I immediately dropped to my knees there in front of her, crying and hugging her legs and  praising God over and over for letting me see and hear my mama one more time as she use to be…. before Alzheimer's had taken hold.
Thinking back about the dream , it is right comical to me that during my praising of God, Mama became right frustrated at me for interrupting her phone conversation! She thought I had lost it and let me know it in no uncertain terms! By this time the thought had already came to me that this was indeed a dream. But I didn’t care and I kept on praising God. I can’t even describe how good it felt to hear my mama speak normal again. It mattered not what she was saying to me,  I just wanted her to know me. So, while she was royally chewing me out for interrupting her conversation, and letting me know that she raised me better than that, I kept saying to her… “ Mama, just say my name…please…just say my name”

This was one of the best dreams I have had in a long, long time.
My mama said my name.
She knew me.
Thank You God for Your many blessings on me.