Grampa and grandsons sorting out a load to go to the sale barn.
Grampa and grandsons sorting out a load to go to the sale barn.
This song speaks so deep to my heart and my soul. Cannot explain the intense feeling in my chest when I listen to this song. Pride of where and whom I come from. The attachment I feel to the ground I grew up on. The feel of the soil in my hands. When in a sentimental mood the words can bring tears to my eyes. I swear it’s in my blood, has to be in the DNA.
Normally wouldn’t sit down to write this time of day, but I just can’t seem to focus on anything…figured I should just bite the bullet and sit for 30 minutes and see if I can’t slow down my brain.
Sat down a little while ago to do my daily readings, something I’ve been slack on lately…when I couldn’t get through a paragraph of my Bible reading without my mind wandering off, it was time to change what I was doing. Started getting laundry to together, sorted and a load started and had several things popping around in my mind, figured it was time to sit down and write.
You know, I’ve been so blessed in my life. Grew up in the 70’s and 80’s, such a simple time. Well, being a kid should be a simple time no matter what time it is. Recently I was thinking about how different my childhood was compared to my kids and so wish my kids could have grown up like I did, running wild and free on the farm without a care in the world other than not wanting to wear that slip with that damned dress mom was making me wear to Sunday School. Oh, how I hated those damned slips! I grew up in a bubble, so naive to so many things when I went out into the world. At one time I thought that was a bad thing, it was a really good thing.
I recall very few bad things of what was going on in the world prior to upper high school. I remember being afraid of going to war with Muammar Gaddafi way back when I was little. I remember the occasional negative comment about Jimmy Carter and really that’s about it.
Makes me think of something mom used to say from time to time when we were kids and obviously I must say it because my kids have said the phrase from time to time and smile each time they do…”You have more aches and pains than Carter has pills” or “You bitch and complain more than Carter has pills”. Not sure if that was a saying at the time or just something out of my mom’s mouth, we have kept the saying going without realizing it!
I’m a person who watches and listens to the news/political shows/talk radio, have for ages. Recall sitting and watching the 5:30 Evening News with Dan Rather as a kid, mom and dad didn’t watch the evening news….neither did my siblings. Remember sitting cross legged in front of the tv, on the floor in the living room. Started watching Headline News back in the mid-90’s when The Girl was little and have ebbed and flowed over the years. Have always tried to catch myself having the news on when the kids were growing up, not wanting to scare them. Still have to watch myself to this day with Bubba, at 15, he still gets spooked really easily if he doesn’t catch a story from the very beginning.
It would be great if my kids could look back and remember taking off into the corn field on foot and walking around an entire field, watching the butterflies and grasshoppers and making up stories as they walked. They didn’t have that on our 11 acres. Even spending all the time they did at my folks, it’s something they never did. My kids are the type that couldn’t think of anything to do outside, have always thought that was really sad. Would have loved to have a tree grove growing up like we do here, my siblings and I would have played in the trees for hours upon hours. Whenever I’d mention it they would be like, “what am I supposed to do when I go out into the trees”?
My cousin Brooke and I would take big logs from the firewood on the front porch and set them up as hurdles in the front yard when we’d set up a “track” to race, we’d play track and field. We did have imaginations and we laugh so hard some days when we get to talking about some of the things we did as littles. We were always being told to “go outside and play” by our mothers. My kids will remember their time at Gramma and Grampa’s with their cousins, sitting in the house and waiting for the kitchen timer to go off to say it was time for the next kid in line to get computer time and Gramma not wanting the kids to play outside because they’d get hurt or it was too muddy or too cold. Mom has said numerous times she didn’t have to worry about us like she does the grands. Craziness! I’m always telling the kids to get off the couch and that damned computer and those stinkin phones and go outside! Gramma backs that up with telling me it’s her house and not my place to tell the kids what to do. UGH! Don’t recall if my grammas were that way.
On the awesome side…went to the Iowa Lakes with my mom and Bubba on Saturday. Mom’s older and only brother passed away a little over a year ago and his wife wanted mom to have some family things he’d had passed down to him. The large Bible above was my Great-Grandma Lucy’s, mom thinks it may have been her mother’s. The little books on top are school books of my 2X Great-Grandpa McKee (Lucy’s dad) and written in the one says 1858 Comaghy…he came from Ireland in 1865. One of the small Bibles says to Martha from Mother…Grandma Lucy wrote in it saying it was given to her mother Martha from her mother Letticia…how awesome is that?
We have to go back again, the large secretary that goes with these books was too big for my the short box of my pickup. The deal is, the books were kept in Great-Grandma Lucy’s secretary, they stay with the secretary. Sometimes being the baby of the family has it’s advantages! No, actually, my brother has the desks of both of our grandfathers and my sister the desk of my mom’s mom…I said it was only fair that when the day came, that I should get it. Mom said she doesn’t want it, doesn’t want that responsibility, so if I have a place to put it now, I could have it now.
Also had the chance to stop at my cousin and her husband’s fish shop (not really sure what it’s called, all fishing stuff). We don’t get the chance to see Cousin T very often, so was a great 30 minutes. She introduced us to a the regulars that came in, such a kick one of the older guys started telling some stories and referred to me as Cousin…made me smile.
Of course Ruby Pearl got to come along for the ride, in her Nebraska Cornhusker gear! This was the best behaved she was the entire trip, next time she stays home with dad!
Hugs and Prayers for Peace for One and All! Hug your loved ones and tell them you love them everyday!
Had a grand day today! Met up with my high school art teacher for lunch, guessing the employees at Olive Garden LOVED our taking up a table for two hours. Ms. H. was one of my most favorite teachers during my grade school years, we bonded and was always able to talk to her about any and everything. We’ve stayed in touch on and off over the 26 years I’ve been out of school, she was at my wedding and she invited me to her wedding. She’s kinda awesome! One of the few people in my life who has always been blunt and point blank with me in any issue.
Been bonding with my cousin Brookie the past several days, being busy we hadn’t talked all summer. Was pretty funny, about a week or so ago Bubba asked if Brookie and I were fighting, he said we hadn’t had any of our epic three hour phone conversations in ages. Boys, they don’t get that the best of friends can get busy with life and go months without talking and then have time to get in touch and it’s like three months haven’t passed.
During Hurricane Irma my father-in-law send Old Boy and others of us in the family this app called Marco Polo…if you haven’t tried it, it’s AMAZING! I’m not a big fan of texting, it takes too stinking long and that speech to text thing doesn’t work for me since the damned thing seems to have issues understanding the words I’m spewing. It’s a virtual walkie talkie, you hit the record button and can talk to your little heart’s content, hit stop and it goes to the person you want…and if they are on the app at the same time, they can listen to you in real time, or listen to at a later date. Brookie and I have been having way too much fun talking at each other the past several days!
Sadly, woke up Saturday morning to read that a guy whom I rode the school bus with for many years and whom graduated from high school with my brother, passed away overnight of a heart attack, he was 51 years old. One of the few guys whom Brother would have over from time to time, was always kind to me. Really hating this getting older thing. Daily I check the obituaries on line and hope to not read a name I know. It’s getting harder and harder.
Now is time for my new daily thing to look forward to…have discovered a channel that has two episodes of Barney Miller on five days a week. So loved watching those reruns when I was a little kid! Comes on at midnight, perfect ending to the day, only wish it were on seven days a week. Might have to order the DVD’s from Netflix! It’s the little things in life, right?
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