CHRISTMAS DOWN SOUTH. It's Chri stmastime in the south. I pulled my Christmas box of decorations out this morning, then sat on the...
Raindrops And Memories
I think about his words all of the time, but this phrase remains in the corners of my mind. (I cannot imagine why?)
There are so many words we remember from our parents and grandparents that never leave us, I can still hear their voices echoing in the recesses of my mind. The other day, I passed by my grandmothers old property, where a new house has been built, and another family lives inside. I looked at all of the Azalea bushes, Magnolia tree, etc..but in my mind her house was there, along with my memories.
The new owners cut down the Pecan Trees, but I could still see them standing tall and proud, doing their job for the world. I also saw myself on her back porch digging around fifty year old gardening tools.
On the back porch there was a screen door leading out to concrete steps-
I loved to sit on the porch with my grandmother at dusk, and watch the moon travel toward the sky. I could not wait for the sun to go down, so I asked her again and again when the moon would come, and she'd say, "Be patient, the man in the moon is busy, but he will be here soon."
Then, my grandmother would say, "Listen for the sound of crickets then you'll know the moon is on it's way." So I did- After which, the crickets began to chirp, and the moon slowly touched the dusty sky.
I was so excited, I busted through the screen door, looked toward the heavens, and out of nowhere it began to rain. It wasn't a bad thing though, she let me run in the wet grass, while slivers of rain ran down my face. That is, before the rain poured out of the sky like a thunderous cloud blanketing the moon ,earth and stars. I did have many moments with my grandmother watching the moon and stars from her back porch..I was just giving you an example of my grandfathers words from long ago.
Now, I'm going to give you example from the here and now- Within two days of last week, I don't remember what I was doing, but I was in a hurry so I didn't notice it at first. That is until I backed into a neighbors car in the parking lot. After we called the police to make a report, I looked at my car, and guess what was on the drivers side window? Yep, you guessed it, bird poop-
Then, days later, a friend picked me up to go shopping, and guess what was on the passenger side window? Right again, bird poop-
(I suppose there is a reason the words of our love ones remain with us for a live time.)
The Boogeyman Man From Planet-Lackawanna-
Motherhood is an art impossible to explain, one which requires a vast sea of love, devotion, compassion, and understanding, unmatched by any affection we will ever know again.- Ann Clemmons
Words are the core of our souls, without written, vocal or lyrical expression we lose sight of one another or worse, ourselves. Words bring forth the essence of the human spirit; so express yourself without abandon.
Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.
Alone in her world
of make believe
weaving her stories
of magic and light
She brings joy
to the eyes
of innocent minds
less jaded and free
For only they know
what's in her heart
holding the secrets
she guards so well
Life's hidden mysteries
belong to those
whose wisdom and truth
shine on in imagination
Written for Ann
Of The Horoscope Junkie
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”'
F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Lines from The Great Gatsby)
"A Southerner Talks Music"
"A book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us."
An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency.
- Mark Twain in Eruption
"I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself"