For me, the mid 60’s revolved around high school ball games, sock hops, rock n roll music, muscle cars, and Vietnam. It was a gentler time through the eyes and ears of youth. The years have flown by, and even my grandchildren are too old to participate in high school ball games. Sock hops are wonderful faded memories. Our 60’s music endured the test of time and is still … [Read more...] about Delane, Muscle Cars and a Brush With Authority
Homespun
I Am a Southerner
I am a Southerner!Not because of where I live but because I see, feel, taste, and understand things in a certain way. And despite what some people north of Nashville might think, it has nothing to do with bad schooling but more to do with good genes and good luck.If you’re from the South, you understand certain things. You don’t know why; you just do. Just like your mama and … [Read more...] about I Am a Southerner
A Trip to the Spa
“You need a facial,” Better Half announced as if she’d just received a message from God. “Huh,” this husband replied, not wanting to be disturbed. The boys of summer were back, and a conversation about anything other than baseball was far from my mind. “I SAID you need a facial,” she repeated ten decibels higher as if emphasizing my need for a hearing aid. … [Read more...] about A Trip to the Spa
The Wonder of a Granny
Whether they are called Nana, 2-Mama, YaYa, Gammy, Mawmaw, Meemaw, or GiGI, in my mind, grandmothers should be the most loving people on earth. I never met my grandmothers; they both died very young. When a door closes … a window opens! Soon after I married, my heart adopted my husband’s grandmother, and I loved her as my own till the day she met her reward. I chose to be … [Read more...] about The Wonder of a Granny
Holy Roll’n Dodge
We didn’t talk much on our daily trips to and from the woods to cut and load pulpwood. (For those who don’t know, a stick of pulpwood is a 5’6” long piece of pine log that’s sold to paper mills by the pound) There was no bantering over politics on these trips. Not because it was off-limits but because we didn't care. To a carload of pulpwooders, it didn’t matter what party was … [Read more...] about Holy Roll’n Dodge