Thankful for Small Things

This Christmas I find myself more thankful for the small things in life. That happens a lot when you find yourself "short on cash" but its fun shopping at the Dollar Store!!! My oldest grandaughter is getting married this December and I hope we can make it . The youngest will be 11 in Feb. and shes waayyy too cool for me.

My son and his wife and those two are my small family and The ones I love most in my heart. Its great having them close and being able to be with them and feeling welcome in their home and hearts. Shawna is the one getting married , pictured above with her cat, and she is just so pretty. WE don't live close to her and only get to see her once or twice a year. Happiness to her.

All of them are amazing and I wouldn't have a blog if it weren't for them and I wouldn't feel right putting this up for this time of year without mentioning family, friends, neighbors all those you are there for and all who are there for you , I wish for them so much happiness and joy. So , Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.

Hey Merry Christmas

I love love Christmas. Its got its own spirit and its own way of making people smile at you and talk to you and be nicer than at other times. The real meaning sure gets lost sometimes in the busy shopping days but you know its never far from your thoughts. There are miracles and things that happen for no reason or for some reason. Some doors get closed on your life while others get opened so you can go forward in another direction. I miss so much the people who are not with us anymore. My mom, my Dad, my Aunts and Uncles and husbands. We use to have a full house and tummys when we would go to my Aunts and before that my Moms. My little family is small now and I am so thankful for them and for the way they make me feel special at Christmas and all the time. When I worked for myself in my business I could hardly make time for anything. The week ends I worked so employees could be off, early mornings and late hours were normal and i got to where i hated the Christmas season. People were irritable, mean and demanding and the hours so long i use to fall exausted in sleep on the sofa as soon as I got home. I would rush to get to my Aunts on Christmas Eve, all loaded up with gifts for everyone and excited to finally be out of the store and able to see her and my son and his family. It made all the hard work worthwhile because i was able to buy them the presents and gifts that I really wanted them to have. We would have a big evening dinner, open the gifts because they would have to leave for Santa the next morning.

Then, my aunt and i would consume some wine and fall asleep , sometimes both of us would sneak pesents under the tree for each other we had hidden till Christmas morning. She was 84 and still thought of me as her "baby". I hated to leave early that day, but the awful day afterChristmas at the busines...the exchange day...would dawn early...there were no normal holidays in retail. All it did was drain you and leave you nothing more to give.

The holidays were another day to be open so other people could shop. Many a time we celebrated the 4 th of July at the store with "take out" bar b que. from 1976 to 2003 ...my time was not mine. It was so wonderful to retire and be involved with the holidays with family, neighbors and other friends....watch football, celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas and the 4th and Easter with each other..finally, a time to just be. I still miss the ones not here..so badly sometimes I wish I could re-create the past. But we can't and this day is the one to be thankful for and Celebrate the miracles, even the little ones that Christmas and all its meanings bring.

Thanks to my little family for letting me have the time with them that they do because i do know what "have so little time" means. Thanks to my neighbors for taking care of me too and for letting me be part of their lives and mostly for letting me love everyone and share the joys and the small miracles that happen each day.

Time Goes Fast

Aha, its finally cooler ..and really nice.

But, its also darker in the evening and I miss getting outside with all the neighbors and just talking for a while before going in to chill before bedtime. Its already dark when my loved ones and very special neighbors come home and somehow it seems like bedtime comes too early. I like the daylight early but honestly, I don't see where is saves you energy since you turn on more light in the early evening than you do in the morning. Its been a fun football season so far and my gosh, Thanksgiving is only a few weeks away and then its Christmas and another year...really went fast. Hope you have time to get out and enjoy the weather, even if it is sooo dry, it is truly beautiful with the skies so blue and the trees turning color . Time of the year to hunt up some firewood and find all the sweat tops you put away last Spring..we still have some shorts weather , I remember several Thanksgivings that we had on shorts and ran the air conditioning so we could cook the turkey in the hot kitchen! We had a great Halloween party in the circle and the kids looked so cute..even the monster ones! Good food, friends and fun for all. Looking forward to our Christmas party in the circle...Happy Fall ya'll.

Almost cooler!

It won't be long before the nights are cooler and the days shorter and maybe we can stop sweating. These days are good in the morning, for walking, working in the yard. The outdoors gives you a sense of peace and contentment and time to meditate or daydream. Its good for the soul, just like cats, dogs and horses. The smell of grass, trees , dirt, fires in the fireplace, reminding me of how very blessed and lucky we are to be here in this time and this place. Everywhere I go and stand or wait or be in a place where there are people..I hear a lot about politics and the people running for office. Mostly what I hear is the discontent about not having someone running that is close to the real people. The working crowd, the retired people, the middle american that is finding things so hard to achieve anymore. I hear that we need a third party and someone that remembers their roots and where they came from, working class or affluent, just someone to be their champion. The politicians stay in office too long, get corrupted and forget. People are saying their health care cost too much, even if you save in a 401K, IrA or savings or put money away in mutual funds, you can't make it because things not even realted to this country are having such an effect on our own stock market and thats what those funds are invested in.

There is way too much money being raised by the candidates and no revealing where that money came from. If it came from big business or foreign business or someplace unknown, that candidate will have favors to pay back. There is wayy too much pushing our senate, congress and executive office in the US that is from abroad. So , mostly, like me people are wating to see who comes out with the platform that most makes sense to them. We may have a long wait.

CLOTHES?

Its finally getting cooler but its been so hot its like wearing clothes actually hurts! Sweat drips down your head, off your nose and your underwear is so soaked, you can't stand it. We go from one air conditioned spot to another except when we are out in the yard or out in the neighborhood. Lordy, how did our mothers and grandparents stand it without air??Well, they worked early in the morning, ate a good dinner and then..we were forced to take a nap. My grandmother would pull the shades, crank up the little black rotary fans, give us a damp washrag, change into her slip..yes, she wore a slip and a dern corset every day of her life. So there we all were, in 1949, sweating and laying on the beds, trying to be quiet. Good grief, that quiet time lasted for about 3 hours. It was so hard for me, at 9, to be still and quiet, the outside calling me, the hunting dogs wiggling around under the house(it sat on tall brick pillows) and me wanting to go and crawl under there with them and play! Along with the DDT my Uncle put under there and on them for fleas!..
That was actually the only time we could sit outside at night and not have any mosquitoes and gnats..when they sprayed the cotton fields with DDT...hey, it worked!! But the time finally passed and all of us got up, dressed, spashed water on our faces and , if it was Sunday, we visited.
Geez, I was forced to go and visit (wearing a dress with a pinafore over it) , to see all the cousins, aunts, uncles, that were all over the county, having just gotten up from their naps and dressed and were waiting for company. We had tea, sometimes a soda and homemade cake or cookes mostly all the places...finally we could get home and ..undress...and I was freed to go outside and harrass the chickens, pet the mule, run from the new calf, play with the dogs!! until leftovers for supper and then at dark, back to the very warm bedroom, another washcloth, a paper fan and try to sleep! mosquitoes love it when there is not air conditioning. But the dressing part was ingrained in my Mother and Aunts forever. When they retired and moved in together in 1970 in Springfield...they spent the morning getting dressed to go down town to the post office to get the mail..because everyone was there getting their mail! And again every afternoon after nap time, dressed to recieve company..in cast someone came..and someone always did..and they were dressed too..it was polite and expected and we have come a long way Baby ..now dressing is a clean pair of shorts, a tank top without food on the front and flipflops with no bite marks from dogs in them!! My Aunt Amy dressed until she couldn't...even at 80, driving her great big ol Chrysler to come to Columbia to see me..she dressed and had her hair fixed..a girdle, heels and her bouffant hair..I always asked her why she spent so much time doing that and she always said, "I couldn't come to town just any old way and I want your friends and people at work to see me looking nice" made me feel like a slump...still feel like a slump...just put on clothes to go outside and wish I had that sense of pride and Lord knows, wish I had a post office to go to.
I feel bad I know my family could be a lot prouder of me if I looked nicer and put on some make up and fixed my hair but darn, its a lot of trouble and its tooooo hot!~

RESPECT

There are many ways to show respect to another. It has to do with respecting their things, their feelings, their ways and them. Strong women are good at respect.

They can take over a situation, bad or good, and help without pushing the button of the person being helped.

We have ruined our men. I don't think the womens lib thing did it. I think we have become such strong women that they think we CAN do it all and when we ask for some help with a situation, they resent it. If only they were to know the truth. We stong women get tired..we get tired of "handling" everything all the time. The house, the bills, the car, the yard, the kids, the jobs, the meals, everything. Your moms and grandmoms did it all the time but the men then were at war, out in the fields, were the only ones working every day and they were really tired and needed a strong woman at home. Men can do everything too, they just need to know that its the little things that they do that count a lot toward being loved back. It does not matter if you are the greatest lover in the world, if you can not respect your woman and your family. Let me tell you, when a woman looses respect for a man, they might still care for them but it's a far cry from the love she had. Sometimes showing your strong woman you care isn't grabbing her ass as she walks by or her boobs as she works on something on the computer. Its taking care of some bills, washing clothes, keeping the yard neat, doing a little more than asked. That gets you more loving than any "grab" can. Strong women need more support than the other, they carry a larger burden and reach that breaking point too.

The "yes Honey" woman doesn't speak for herself she has become whatever the man wants her to be and whatever he does is fine and that might work for some but not for those of us

that are "Women Who Run With The Wolves"...

SAVE THOSE MEMORIES!

You know how crazy your new man gets when he finds some of your crap from the earlier boyfriends? Well, no matter how he whines, begs, threatens, don't you go and throw it away just to please him. You will regret it and wish you had it back later. I know. I did just that probably about 4 times and I wish like hell I had them back. My first husband found my diaries and pictures from high school and pitched such a fit, I got mad and moved all my stuff back home. Until my mama made me move right back..that same night! Well, I relented and destroyed it in front of him...stupid, stupid, I should have just hid it all. Well, the second husband got mad when he saw all the pictures and crap from the first one and DEMANDED that I throw it away that same day. Hell, i knew better than to pack and go back to mama....there wasn't room by then and she would have made me come back anyway. Nooooooo don't do it. You will wish you had those famous pictures of school, football games, college parties, vacations in a druken fog and all the blackmail you took and was taken of you! Hide the school annuals and all letters and cards, bury them, put in a lock box but don't throw it away!!! Someday you will be alone and you just might want to bring it all back...

back....All the proms, like the one I had 2 dates for and had to break one..he got mad and broke his hand on his car hood! haha. The nights you parked in a car and made out...it was sooo hard in a prom dress and crinolin petticoats...and besides, sometimes the cops would come and knock on your window and tell you to go home..That was when it was safe to park. And the graduation pictures under the flower arch when your date switched your high school ring on your finger and you kissed (nope, no pic of that either) but I gave him a kiss the chaperones were heading for the fire extingushiers....oops spell ck...and all the guys in between, at beach parties or lake parties where pj was plentiful and you could throw up in the water..Hey, we moms and little ol grey haired grannies HAD A LIFE..and some of us had speicy spicey ones...Damn, the week before I married Lanes daddy, one ex boyfriend showed up at my shower and had to be escorted off the premisis by my friends DAD..i looked so cute as a toilet paper bride that night. another one called me long distanct to tell me he really did love me even tho he was in a rock band and was going pot and had groupies. And the boy next door said he always thought he would marry me because i was the only girl strong enough to put up with him......so hey, under that little ol wrinkled grey head.......lies..................MEMORIES, don't throw them away, ok?

ALREADY TIRED OF SUMMER

It didn't take long to get tired of summer. Here in SC, June is fine, but by the time you get to July, it is miserable outside and even August can be a sweaty , hot month. The bugs get bad, the no-see-ums bite the heck out of your legs and the gnats drive you crazy, hummin in your ears, not to mention the mosquitos! You get bites in places you can't scratch in public and at night you try to keep your ankles from itching so bad you finally reach down and rip them apart , to relieve the itch! All the flowers are heat stressed and the little darlin' squrrels are throwing out the flowers and spending time in the cooler soil of the hanging baskets! aaaaa for just a few cooler days, when the air cond. doesn't have to run full tilt and makes you dread the SCEG bill!! Being a person who loves to be outside, its tough finding a time of day to get in a walk or a little bike ride without sweating so much it drips off your nose. Looks like the pool is the cool way to exercise!! Stay cool little buddies!!

SPOILED KID?

Since i was the only child of a group of 7, my mom being the only one productive and that was after 13 years of marriage....hummm....you would have thought...oh great, another spoiled little rotten kid. But as a fact, i was so not spoiled. I got new clothes twice a year..in fall and in spring, two pair of shoes..shool shoes and summer sandals and we kept them up with polish and new soles too. When i was little and they tried their best to put me in cute little dresses, i usualy wound up outside in a mud pile or under or up in a tree. I climbed trees until i was 13 or 14. My mom use to worry because i didn't like boys yet............believe me, that changed later. I learned how to fish , clean up a car, cut grass, clean out a basement or a garage, polish shoes, from my DAD.

My mom wouldn't let me near the kitchen. That was her domain. It was a good thing too because when my DAd had a heart attack when i was 13, mom and I did everything and we did without a lot too. It took him out when i was 17, and I don't remember my Mom ever hiring a handyman to do anything. Neighbors helped out when you needed one. When i was 3 or so, my Dad asked some of his commanding officers to have a real southern cooked dinner. My mom had some help and they cooked up fried chicken, rice, gravy, green beans, squash, apple pie and some great biscuits. About half way during the dinner, i slipped down under the table(remember all these army officers were sitting around that table) and stayed and stayed. My mom finally asked me what i was doing under there? So, i answered" I'm trying to get my biscuit." " Well, hurry up" my mom said. " I can't hurry, this mans got his foot on it"! I so

loudly replied! I bet i got my biscuit right quick after that. We had pet dogs, pet cats, a couple rabbits and a big ol box turtle in our lives and a duck. that duck i got for easter and he grew up to be a big duck. I loved that duck ...he was Donald. I carried the duck by his neck and because i was so small and he grew and grew, he had a bent place in his neck where i had carried him all the time. he was a guard duck and he use to run around front of the house, quacking and nipping at all the strangers that came in the yard...well, he had to go to my Nanas house in the country for doing that and then he intimidated the chickens and the other ducks (after all he thought he was human) so much they took him further way out in the country to a man that had geese and ducks and a big pond for him to play in and defend. I didn't want him to go but he had to. So, I had the important things in my life, I always had love and family and everything i needed and not everything i wanted. I remember crying and crying when my best friend in high school got a brand new 57 Chevy convertiable and I couldn't have a car. That was one of the last real talks my Dad and i every had. He came and held me and told me how, it was not because they couldn't afford to get me a car, it was because i didn't need a car. That when the time came, and I needed one to get back and forth to college, then we would talk about it but they loved me and they knew what I needed and the difference in stuff i just wanted. Don't you wish kids today, understood the difference.???

LIFE LESSON

My first husband and also my second husband and i were in a small family business together. A little clothing store called Bums Factory Outlet here in Columbia. We had it for almost 30 years.

I had some crazy wonderful employees at that store . From the college kids, earning their 200 hours in retail business, to my wonderful seamstresses who make all the clothes fit to wear.

All of them characters..some excellent and some really out there...like the guy from Mt. Pleasant who dressed in a ladies bathing suit and posed in the window of the store one night to the beautiful young lady who had an abortion one week end and still showed up for work on Monday. To the dedicated ladies in the back, me almost being the oldest, they all became family, an extended family that I would have done anything for and they would have me also. On birthdays and special days, we had cakes, ice cream, KFC dinners and presents for all. At Thanksgiving we gave out Turkeys and Christmas hams and bonus and gifts. Because some of them had a hard life. One friend was a single mom who had raised her daughter all by herself and worked 2 jobs to make ends meet. Another had 10 children and worked beside her husband in a ditch digging business until he died and she still stayed up nights and sewed clothes for her kids to wear to school so they would have something new. And she never missed a day of work. She retired from the store and she had seen the deaths of 3 of her grown children. We laughed, fussed and cried together and each Mothers Day they all got a special flower and little gift. I did this, not because I had to, not because anyone expected it BUT because i wanted to, I wanted to for the simple reason that everyone , at some time in their life, no matter how young or how old just needs, REALLY NEEDS, to feel special. And everyone is in their own unique way, is special.

For Southern women and families, that is a way of life you have grown up with. Your friends and family are there to make you feel special. You are all up in everyones life and happenings and things bad and good. You go in a out of each others houses and no one cares. If there is a bed to be changed, clothes to be washed, food to be cooked or a kid to be looked after , watched or fussed at, you just do it. And you do it because you want to, not because you have to but you really and truly don't mind doing it and it gives you a good feeling to do it. So you young people out there who have grandparents or parents who come to you and ask to help, let them. it makes them feel good and makes them feel needed and most of all makes them feel special but mainly its because they love you. And someday, sooner or later, they will have to call on you to do for them. So don't fuss when they wash a pot, or take out the garbage, just be thankful they are around for now and healthy enough to do it.

Lord, I wish the days of leaving doors open, and keys under the mat were still here. When you could walk in your house and see a basket of vegetables and know who brought it. One time, when I lived in the country, someone came and left a great pot of wonderful catfish stew on my stove, all warm and ready to eat. Just know that to me, you all are special.

A HORSE IS A HORSE, RIGHT?

Ok, so the first critter i had to ride, wasn't ahorse at all but a goat! It fit me right good at the time.

However, that darn goat got me good, he came up and took my moon pie, wrapper and all out of my hand and ate it! Then I graduated to a pony. I have loved horses since and had some really great ones. i never minded cleaning, washing, picking out their feet, feeding them and the way they smell is great! Plus their noses and faces are so soft and gentle. Its true the outside of a horse is great for the inside of a person.

SMALL FAMILY

These are the most important peeps in my whole life. My son,

my grandaughter, my daughter in law and my older grandaughter.

Aren't they just beautiful!!!

WHY ALONE

I am always asked why I don't search for a man to spend my time with. I figure if one is in the future for me, he will find me. I am alone, not lonely.
I read a lot and love watching TV movies and specials and seeing the Travel Channel of places I would love to see. I have out lived two husbands.
The first one left me early in life and I was not so prepared for that. It scared me and it made it hard for me and my little boy. The second one, who I thought was soooooooooooooperfect (ha)
decided he liked a 20 year old better than a 45 year old who was starting menopause. Grrrrrr
That MADE me crazy mad. I was a nut case for about a year and then realized it was the best thing he did for me. I became myself for the first time since college. I could fly without carrying another on my back. I took art, photography, did trips to places a man hates to go (Disney World!)
wore micky mouse ears and acted like a fool.
We never seperated the business we had built up. It was a small family clothing store and we did not want the Lawyers to wind up with everything. Sooooooooooo we kept working together...
Oh yes, it was like walking through hell each and every day. But we did and we had a successful business that did super some years and fell to to bottom some years...those 7 day a week, 12 hour took its toll. I never got to see my son, his varous wives and kids and holidays were short because a retail store is open all the time. It wore me out. But in 2001, he was diagnosed with stage IV prostate cancer that had gone to his bones. I asked him to come home because i knew that the chemo, radiation and reduction of his male hormones were going to mess him up bad.
It did, we had an agonizing 2 years of treatment and without the wonderful help from his son and his first wife and some from my son, we would have failed but they were there and we were backup for each other. It took a whole lifetime out of his sons life, he was so dedicated to his dad and to the store where he worked . Without his help , it would have been impossible. Some days he would look at me as i was putting on his socks after bathing and changing the catather bag for him, and he would say that i was just like Jesus, washing the disiples (?) feet at the last supper. With tears in my eyes, I would reply that i was not, that I was more like The prostitute mary who washed Jesus' feet with her hair. He lasted 2 years. So Ladies get your men to take the psa test..earlier than then recommend...please. I would do it all over again, I felt honored to be able to care for him. It really takes a toll on your faith tho; I questioned God every day and got mad with Him too.
It took me a while to realize he gave me the strength I needed to get through this part of my life, that he always had given me strength that I never knew I had.

REAL SIMPLE LIFE

Thats my mom and me at the beach. When i was about 12 or so. We had such great times with so little to play with.

when i was smaller, i would spend time pushing little cars around in the dirt, playing with a box of toothpicks and some maypops and making them into people, bathtubs, animals, etc...(look for those maypop pods in the edges of fields and we got mine along the railroad tracks in front of my grandmothers house), I had cornsilk dolls..corn pulled out of the field, the silks were the hair and we drew faces on them.

they had different hair (silks) some red, some yellow, some brown..when they got dried up, we fed them to the hogs.

We had a "burn Pile" at the edge of the yard and anything broken got thrown on it, so I had chipped dishes, some spoons, some cups and that was a real treasure to play with.

Under the Windmill, when it over flowed, there was a great puddle to play in the sand in. I played for hours in the back yard, climbing trees, building stuff and my first sand pile wasn't a sand pile at all but a pile of gravel my Dad had ordered to make a french drain with! We loved the water and the beach and each summer we spent time there with my aunts and uncles and sometimes my grandmother (when I was little)

I remember one time when I was bout 13 getting blistered so bad, my momma put cloths drenched in vinegar all over me! I still think about that when I smell deviled eggs or easter egg dye! Pickled, I was. Got caught in sandspurs, running after my mom and my Dad had to

carry me back to the beachcottage and pull them out of both my feet. I must have been a pain!

Had no tv until the late 50's so listened to radio and played outside all the time. I can remember being glad school was out so I could go barefoot. Walked all over the place, feeling safe and secure because somebody somewhere in the neighborhoods were watching out after all the kids.

We kids use to get in the woods, find snakes, walk for miles, play cowboy and indian, cops and robbers and things like hide and seek, sling statue, red rover, hunt fireflies, free for all, and other made up stuff. One time , I was always the indian maid because ther were about 6 boys and me playing, they tied me up with a vine to a tree....and it was a poison ivy vine!!! WELL, my mom was mad and i had to stay out of school for a week, with calamine lotion all over me and wearing gloves so i wouldn"t scratch myself to death! Learned to leave the little vines alone and just to swing on the grape ones! Isn't is a shame, we can't be that free and safe now?

CHANGING TIMES

Ok, its been a wierd road since the 40's. I grew up in the South, in a segregated world, with no tv, one phone,

no car at 16, during WW11 and the Korean War. I think those of us who have done that have come a long way

baby! Right after i was born, my Dad went to the war as did all my uncles. My mom and I (baby) travelled back and forth to my grandmas house and the Aunts did too.

To help her with the crops and the house since all the men were gone and she only had one son living at home and he was at war too. She even took in borders to help pay for stuff. We had a radio, listened to soaps and news at day, I grew up about 6 or so, listening to Hoppalong Cassidy, The long Ranger, Sky King and The Shadow.

We had one phone and at my grandmas the phone was a crank one, you could crank it, talk to someone in town and ask where someone was and they could tell you right away...I could call and ask where my mom was, and she would dial where she was for me. Sweet! But, we did have an outhouse, one bath and had to tote hot water to wash in, and one bathroom cabinet that didn't have much medicine in it. I bet we had : one large bottle of asprin, alcohol, peroxide,

idodine, bandaids, gauze, paregoric, ipecac, baking soda and thats it. Everything thing else my grandma made up from stuff in the yard or kitchen. We ate cheap, grits and sliced tomatoes for supper lots of times, and only bought maybe bread and sugar..we had chickens(my gran could wring a chickens neck and have it on the table for lunch in a flash!) eggs, hogs, cow(milk), and vegatables we grew...oh, the ice man came with a block of ice for the icebox and sometimes we had a man with watermelons, cantalope and peaches come by in a mule drawn wagon. It was

soooo simple and so just family. So now here I am addicted to movies on tv, using a computer, have friends that are different races, genders and gay. Yep, we have come a long way but some of it, I wish we still had.

I GOT IT!

Phew, that took a while for me...made me

think..but now that i have a pic of me...

I can add some of some prettier people.

I'm HOT!

And not in the really cute sense! The older i get the more I can't stand the heat...man, do I
sweat....literally to the Oldies! I have a really great family.........small...but sooo great. i have a
wonderful , strong son who looks after me and the rest of us. And a daughter in law who is a
caring, strong, beautiful young lady. I feel so blessed. And some cool grandkids..well, one is older but she is still sooo cool and really beautiful. And the young one is a tween..and sometimes a handful but they are my heart. Family is so important and no matter how much you disagree or fight..you have to hold them close..there is not wrong or right , there is just different.
Different ways of doing stuff, thinking stuff and life is too short to let anything get in the way of making up and staying close. Morbid, huh? Well, when you wake up each morning, reading the obits in the paper and you see people....it kinda gives you a reality check. When I owned my store for 30 years, a small clothing store, I had extended family there and loved them too..we had some funny, fierce disagreements but in the end, we always had the store birthday party for each one. Now I am retired and diservadely so...and my extended family is the neighborhood.
I count on them to keep me sane and make sure i wake up each day on the right side of the grass. And my son lives across the street so I can really annoy him.....I think he thinks I am ready for the "put out to pasture" bit already! Later...

Here I am

Ok, this is new to the ol' lady here and I can only hope to get part of it right! Now I have to tell you that my grandaughter, who is older now, had the misfortune to name me Gome. She use to call me Granmagranma, but somehow when she first started printing, it came out Gome..so it
stuck. I have lived a few years, shed many tears, had some ups and downs and came out ok.
I think. Maybe a little crazy, but shucks, thats par for the course for a senior and after all, we
get use to our families thinking we are a little crazy, it works for us! So......lets try this for now and I can see how to add to this in a while...thanks for visiting. Come back again, ya'll.