Filed under: Family
My Grandpa W. was a handsome man. He was born in 1900 in Chidister, Arkansas. His father was a circuit riding Methodist minister. Grandpa was a lay minister in the United Methodist Church. He knew the Bible better than any person I have ever met. He could quote entire chapters and many of the Psalms. He taught an adult Sunday School class for years and years and preached from the pulpit in the ordained minister’s absence. Grandpa also had a beautiful bass singing voice. He, Mom and I used to sing “Just a Closer Walk With Thee” and “Take My Hand Precious Lord” at church. Grandpa was a carpenter by trade, but he also worked in a grocery store, picked cotton during the Depression years and worked for the Forestry Service until he was well into his 80’s.
Grandpa was also a gardener. He and Grandma planted, raised and harvested huge amounts of all sorts of vegetables. They raised the best corn I have ever tasted and Grandpa was always quite proud of his watermelon harvest. Grandpa rigged up his own irrigation system from his pond to the garden. It was quite an enterprise. Once when I was a little girl, Grandma sent me to the garden to check on Grandpa. Looking back on this as an adult, I figure Grandma really just needed to get me out of her hair for awhile, but as a child I thought I was really helping her keep an eye on Grandpa. When I arrived at the garden, I could hear Grandpa talking. He was standing in his open sided garden shed smoking a cigarette and talking…..but there was no one else there. I asked Grandpa who he was talking to and he replied, “I’m talking to a smart feller.” When I finally made it back to the house, Grandma asked me what Grandpa was doing. I told her that he was smoking and talking to a smart feller. Granny shook her head and said, “That man sure thinks a lot of himself.” I really didn’t understand the humor until I was older, but I sure remember Grandpa talking to that smart feller alot!
Grandpa rolled his own cigarettes. He used Prince Albert tobacco which came in thin red cans. He also saved watermelon seeds from year to year and stored the seeds in empty Prince Albert cans. One year when he was older and his eyesight wasn’t as good as in his younger days, he grabbed the wrong can and rolled a cigarette using watermelon seeds. He didn’t notice what he had done until he tried to light up. He was probably too busy talking to that smart feller to notice the difference in texture between tobacco and watermelon seeds. I can still hear him telling that story on himself. He had a big, booming laugh that encompassed his whole body.
Grandma died in 1987. She and Grandpa had been married over 60 years. In February of 1988, on Grandpa’s 88th birthday, he decided he wanted to fly out to visit with me in Salisbury, Maryland. He had never been on a plane before!! Mom and Grandpa arrived in Salisbury with the remnants of a large birthday cake. The flight crew had surprised Grandpa with a little birthday celebration on the plane. Grandpa was also proudly sporting Captain’s wings pinned to his lapel. During their visit, I took Mom and Grandpa to Chincoteague which is where the picture above was taken. That was Grandpa’s first and only view of the ocean.
Grandpa could be stern and bit gruff. Some of my cousins were afraid of him, but I never was. Underneath the bluster he was just……my Grandpa. He told great stories, bought me Pepsi’s and Moon Pie’s and helped me break up the ground and plant my first garden when he was ninety-one years old. He led a rich and full life and he really was a very smart feller.
Filed under: Odds and Ends
In 1974-75, I was a junior maid on the homecoming court. We didn’t have football at the small town school that I attended so our homecoming was generally held in early November and it was all about basketball. My mother made my dress and, believe it or not, the dress raised quite a few eyebrows. It was the only dress on the homecoming court that didn’t have sleeves. The homecoming ceremonies took place before the basketball games so that our escorts could wear their best polyester suits to parade us girls around the gym floor.
My escort was one of my dearest friends. He matured into a quite handsome man who currently wears his hair very short and wouldn’t be caught dead in a suit like he has on in this picture. I have his daughter in one of my music classes.
I was a senior maid at homecoming the next year, but I couldn’t find that picture. Always a maid, never the Queen.
Filed under: Odds and Ends
Odds And Ends
The leaves are slowly turning. This shot reminds me of “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. There really aren’t two roads diverging, but this woodland scene is definitely bathed in a golden yellow hue.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as far that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The golden hue of the day stretched to the river near my home. This shot was taken from the center of the bridge. The leaves will be even more beautiful in another week or so.
Filed under: Music
Alright, Tiggerlane, why would anyone just presume that I don’t “often share your musical interests”? !!! Are you saying that our readers should presume that I am a more serious musician than you are? Are you telling our readers that I don’t reach your musical standards because I don’t listen to Panic At The Disco and the Gnarly Whatevers? Is this a round-a-bout way of making sure our readers remember that I am ten years older than you? ARE YOU ASKING OUR READERS TO PRESUME THAT I AM NOT COOL?!!!!
FYI, dear readers…..I am a classically trained pianist and a classically trained vocalist. I eat, sleep and breathe music because I teach music and because I absolutely adore music. And, yes, I take music very seriously. My dear friend, Tiggerlane , is the undisputed Queen of Pop Culture. I bow to her vast knowledge of all things current including pop music. But please don’t presume that I am a narrow minded musical bigot!! As a matter of fact, as I type, I am listening to Frank Sinatra Reprise. Is that not cool?!!! Oh, he’s crooning Fly Me To The Moon in my ears…..”Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore. In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you…..”
Now I don’t have any fancy little clips for you to listen to or watch or whatever….sorry! But here are some other selections from my current listening list: Dixie Chicks Wide Open Spaces; Mozart Requiem; Guns ‘n’ Roses Greatest Hits; soundtrack from Collateral; Vivaldi The Four Seasons; Eagles Hell Freezes Over; The Cranberries No Need To Argue; 3 Doors Down Away From The Sun. Come on now, Tigger, there are couple of things on my list that are under ten years old….sigh….
“And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain. My friend, I’ll say it clear. I’ll state my case of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full. I’ve traveled each and every highway. And, more, much more than this, I did it My Way…..” Love ya, Tigger!!
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Filed under: School Buzz
Junior High All Region Choir Results
As mentioned by Tiggerlane, we journeyed to all region choir auditions with junior high students on Saturday, the 14th. I am happy (and relieved) to report that Tigger’s daughter made the all region choir along with six of her fellow choir members!!
Saturday was another long and tiring day, but my students’ success make these days worthwhile. We ended up with 19 students on the trip and I believe all of them had a good time even if they didn’t make the all region choir. It was a first time audition for many of them so nerves were a big issue.
Even though it is only Sunday night, I am looking forward to next Saturday which I will spend at home! After three consecutive weekends of choir trips, I need a full weekend to catch up with myself.
Filed under: Odds and Ends
Better Late Than Never
Finally, some time to fulfill my tagging by Marnie. It is very true that I am not as odd as my friend, Tiggerlane , but I have managed to come up with my Five Famous Oddities.
1. My first name and middle name are odd. I’ve lived in 5 different states, traveled extensively in the U.S. and vacationed twice in Canada and I’ve never met another woman with my first name. I’ve never met anyone, male or female, with my middle name.
2. My big toe nail on my left foot is odd. I injured my toe while in high school and when the nail grew back, it was quite funky. It is like five times thicker than my other toe nails and it is white. I keep polish on it when I wear sandals because it is so weird looking. Sort of like an albino toe nail!
3. I only have one tonsil thanks to an “accident” during throat surgery.
4. I was born with a blood vessel tumor on the right front side of my head just inside my hair line. It was removed when I was 11 months old. I have a scar and a dent in my head where the tumor used to be. It looks sort of like I was hit in the head with a hatchet.
5. I am severely allergic to grease in the air from frying foods and even from fat on a steak sizzling on a grill. If a food establishment doesn’t have good venting, I can’t stay in it. My face puffs up, I lose my sense of balance and then….well, let’s just say it isn’t pretty. I.get.sick.real.sick. When my family and I walk into a restaurant that smells the least bit greasy, they all look at me and ask “Can we eat here or do we need to leave?”