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 ...

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