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In Actions in Activities, Musings on January 23, 2013 at 11:38 pm

I just got done searching our computer for a set of documents I thought had been lost forever. I nearly cried when I began finding the pieces of the story I thought had been lost in cyberspace.

I was seeking the stories from my Great Grandmother. A couple of years ago I wrote a speech about her for debate class and  learned things about her I hadn’t ever heard before.

The summer after I wrote about her, Grandmama died. Just as I was making her famous fried pies for the county fair and I was about to send a picture to here via Oma’s cell phone.

I was reminded of this at our first debate class of the semester a couple of days ago. It was sickening to think all those stories and words of wisdom were lost forever.

So here you are; Her own words, in her own words.

Words of wisdom:

Family – Family is important, stick together, love each other.  I feel like my family did this when I was 16.

Friends – To have a friend you have to be a friend.  Friends are important.  They help you grow as a person, and give you opportunities to share.

Church – Church is important in a person’s life.  If you don’t have God in your life, you are just lost. Your church is your spiritual family.  I went to church when I was 16, but I didn’t become a christian until after I was married.

Marriage – Don’t get married too young like I did.  Marriage is for life.  Divorce was not in my vocabulary.  You need to get yourself right with God to have a good marriage.

Having Children – It’s good to have children because that’s how God meant it.  When you have children and they accept Christ they will teach their children about Christ and it will keep going.

Money – You need money to live, but don’t spend all your time trying to get rich.  You need to spend time with your family.  People are  more important than money.

Housekeeping – You need to keep your house clean, but don’t let it be an obsession.  On the wall in my kitchen is a plaque that says, “My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy.”

Work – Everybody needs to work.  It’s good for you to work.  Paul says, “If you don’t work, you don’t eat.”  I worked all my life, in my home, in the fields with my husband, and later on at a sheet factory.

Cooking and Cleaning – I love to cook.  It’s important to learn to and to teach your children how to cook.  Cook and carry it to sick and shut-in friends, and to those who have lost a loved one.  It can be a ministry to the Lord.
Cleaning is important to keep you healthy and having a clean place to live helps you feel better.

What would be the most important thing you would tell yourself?  You’ve got to love the man you marry and get into church and stay there.  Leave drugs, tobacco and alcohol alone.  Associate with godly people.

A glimpse Great Grandmama Money’s life

At sixteen,I lived with my mother, older brother and two sisters.  I was the youngest, but I had to work like the rest of the family. My daddy died when I was six years old so my brother who was nine years older than me farmed.  He was a “share crop” farmer.  We didn’t have a car or mules to take us to visit or to town, so we walked.   We didn’t go for groceries from a big grocery store.  We had a garden and we canned our food.  We had to buy our flour, sugar, and lard.   We bought lard because it was cheaper.  We also bought coffee.  We bought the coffee beans and roasted them in the oven.  Then we had to grind them in the coffee grinder.

I had to cook breakfast sometimes.  I had two sisters and we each had a week to cook.    We had to get up early about 4 o’clock a.m..   We had to eat, do the dishes and be ready to go to the field.     My older sister, Lucille, didn’t like to cook so she made beds.      Ruth, my next to the oldest sister,  and I did the milking.    We did all the chores before we left the house.    We had our dinner cooking while we cleaned up the breakfast dishes.

Your Uncle Buddy went ahead of all of us girls.   He wanted to be the first in the field.     Lucille didn’t like to walk through the high cotton.    It was warm and there were caterpillars on the plants.    They didn’t bite, but she couldn’t stand for them to crawl on her.

I had several friends that lived on our road and some that I went to school with.   If we visited, we had to walk, and we enjoyed going down to the creek and river.  It was so quiet, walking.  We looked for berries and plants.   It was fun watching the animals and birds run and play.    Some of my friends had a horse and they came by.    I had never ridden a horse, so we all wanted to ride.   There was no saddle on the horse.    This horse was so tall we had to help each other on.   It was a very gentle horse or it would have run away.   I got on the horse and he started to walk.   I almost fell off.   I decided I couldn’t be a Cowboy.   I have not tried that any more.   But it was a lot of fun watching the others getting on the horse.

When I was 16, we didn’t have a way to go to church regularly.    When we had revival, we went  with some with our neighbors.    We went to church regularly when we lived in Kinsey, AL and I was younger.    I always liked Sunday School .    Most all the kids I went to school with were there also.     We went but I didn’t accept Christ until later.

When I was growing up, Mama let me go with my sisters on their dates.    I didn’t call myself having a date,  I just went along with the others.    I went to school at Haleburg and had friends.    Some of the boys tried to go with us.     We had neighbors on our road.    One Sunday, four of the boys came down to meet the girls who lived down the road below them.     One of my sisters, Lucille, wanted to go with the one named Frank.   But when the boys came in, we didn’t have a living room so we sat on the porch or in the bed room in chairs.    So all of us got a chair and talked together.   Finally, Frank got up and came over to talk with me.    So we talked until it was late.    All the other boys left but he said he wouldn’t leave until I said I would date him.      I thought that I would get rid of him if I said yes.   I didn’t believe he would come back.

But Frank came back and kept coming back.    He didn’t notice the other girls.    So he became my boyfriend.   We didn’t go out but he came to the house.   When Frank asked me to marry him, I didn’t tell him right off.    I didn’t want him to ask Mama.   I knew what her answer would be.   So I had to tell someone.   I told my sister Ruth.   I knew I could tell her anything and she would not tell.   She and I were picking cotton near the house.    No one else was there.    I told her I had something to tell her but she must promise she wouldn’t tell anyone.    I told her Frank had asked me to marry him.   I told her I didn’t tell him yes or no.     She asked me if I loved him.    I said with all my heart.     I said I never knew I could love anyone more than Mama.   This was a different kind of love.    She and I planned how we could elope, I was only sixteen.

I didn’t have a dress but I did have shoes.    Mama had made a dress for Ruth and she was hemming it.    Ruth said, “Dora, you wear the dress.”      I said Mama will wonder why you don’t wear your new dress.    So when we walked out the door with me wearing Ruth’s new dress, Mama said, “Ruth, I thought that you would wear the new dress.”     Ruth said, “I’m letting Dora wear it first.”     So we went to get married and we didn’t wait around to discuss the dress.

We let our folks know we were married the next day.    (After the marriage ceremony, they went back to their respective homes as if nothing had happened.)   The next day, Monday, Frank’s brother came up and told us to come down to their house.     We lived in their home with them six months and then we moved into our Honeymoon Cottage, a little log house.

(After Sixteen)

In thirteen months and one day, we had our first son, Frankie.   Two and a half years later we had our  daughter, Patricia.    Then twenty two months after Patricia, our youngest child, Roger, was born.   This was our family.  The kids were a lot of fun, watching them grow.    Housekeeping was easy since we had only three rooms and very little furniture.  We didn’t have any money.  We lived on our  farm.   We had to wait until we harvested our peanuts and cotton.    Then we could go to town and buy our clothes.

I got a job working away from home when  Roger was in the second grade and my Mother  came to live with us.  Frank worked the farm and I worked at night at the sheet factory.   Pat kept the house and she would cook.   If she didn’t cook enough, sometimes there would be food left from supper.   I would have liked to be home more.

As for being married, I could not have gotten a better helpmeet.  Our children did get to go to church.  Frank and I prayed that each one would accept Christ.  Frank and I accepted Christ together at Haleburg Baptist Church.


In Musings, Pictures on January 10, 2013 at 11:34 pm

Man alive! It feels like England out there. A heavy fog bank rolled in this afternoon. I don’t know what it is, but fog always makes me feel poetic and mysterious. Good weather for reading, and watching Star Trek, but it’s always good weather for that.


I just finished reading “The Princess and The Goblins” today. Totally did NOT end how I thought it would. The climax wasn’t what or where I thought it would be. It was actually very refreshing to not be able to predict the plot of a story. Just goes to show you how good of a writer George MacDonald is. So far, I’ve read three of his books and his story-lines are amazing. I really love it when a book doesn’t follow a cliche. For instance, there is Princess Irene and Curdie, so you assume they will get married in the end, or that it would at least say something to make you assume they would later. Suffice it to say that is not how it ended. You should just read it yourself, I’m not going to tell you anything.

The theme for our book club this month is “Books to Movies”. Now, I like this theme much better than the one we had for last month, “Dystopian”, but it posed much of a problem. I’ve already read everything. What could I read that has a movie that I like? If I like a movie, I usually read or have read the book if there is one. Alice in Wonderland! Oh YES! I love that one! It needs to be new? Ah. So my options are very limited. All I could think of was, Tarzan of the Apes, The Jungle Book, Sense and Sensibilities, and a couple of other ones I can’t remember. Meg chose Tarzan and Claire chose Jungle Book. So when we went to the library I looked for Sense and Sensibilities. I suppose I was stalling when I went to the DVD rack. In browsing the titles I saw a few I thought we’d like to watch so I picked them up. Then I noticed an old favorite. The Princess Bride (“by S. Morganstern, chapter one…”). BAM! That’s a book! And more importantly, that’s a book I’ve never read! I went over (hopefully nonchalantly lol) to the catalog computer and looked it up.

“The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern’s Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure” by William Goldman was all that would come up. That was just awesome. I don’t like reading abridged books. The fact that they exist kind of kills something in me. The author went to the trouble of writing out all those words for you, and you just went in and hacked out any parts that seemed to go too long for “the modern reader”. I’m serious. Any time I see someone reading an abridged version of a book, I cringe and automatically think a little teensy weensy bit less of them. That’s a topic for another day.

I asked the librarian if she could find an unabridged copy in her computer (They have access to other libraries catalogs for inter-library loan). She looked but couldn’t find anything so she called over another librarian. They searched for a while, even on the internet, but couldn’t find anything by S. Morgenstern. I asked them to go ahead and put the abridged one on hold for me, and we went home. After some research of my own, I found a little piece of information that made a world of difference.

There is no S. Morgenstern.

He is a made up pen name. Guess who wrote the original “Princess Bride?” William Goldman. He wrote and “abridged” his own book. I metaphorically died laughing.

After finishing “The Princess and the Goblins” today I went to the library to return it. Claire and Adam went with me and Claire wanted to get on the computer, so I got another volume of Sherlock Holmes (I had a copy of “The Hounds of Baskerville” checked out already but hadn’t started it yet).Ok, I’m going to be honest. I’ve never read Sherlock Holmes, or seen any thing but spoofs on Star Trek and Veggietales.  I’m almost done with the first chapter and it’s already captivating. I’m familiar with Holmes enough that I understood what he meant by his methods. It actually reminded me of  Psych in some ways. I’ve only seen one episode of the one and read not even one chapter of the other, so if I’m totally wrong that’s probably why.  What I mean is the noticing the smallest of things and deducing the meaning from the combinations and placements. I believe I’ve found a good book, and the perfect weather for reading it. 🙂DSCF9006


In Actions in Activities, Musings, Pictures on January 8, 2013 at 1:24 am

I’ve been thinking today.

We had a book club meeting where we discussed “Dystopian fiction.” Boy, that was a nice workout for your noodle. Thinking about how the world in general is, in the rawest sense of the word, dystopian. Think about it yourself. We began as a perfect utopia, the garden. We had everything we needed, everything we wanted, and then sin was introduced. BAM! Dysfunction in the truest form. Now a utopia is impossible. One day it will be restored, but not by us. Man has tried many times to create a utopia, it always ends in murder and even more dysfunction than before. There is absolutely nothing we can do to escape that. The one thing we can do to gain peace is to learn to live peaceably and seek the true Giver of Peace.

Not all my thinking today has been about such weighty subjects though.

On the way home from book club Meg, Claire and I began working on a gangster picture book idea where all the characters have cheese names. My favorite name has to be Mascarpone. Say it out loud. Mas Carpone. ^-^

Previously I hadn’t ever used conditioner after I washed it. I did this time and it’s so much softer. You never know if something is low quality unless you try something seemingly extravagant. Go figure.

Something else that I’ve been thinking about is growing up. I’m 18. I’m graduating. I’m trying to get a job. Thinking about getting a tattoo if you can believe it (nothing huge or scandalous). One of my sweet friends got engaged on Friday.  Another is getting married in just a couple of weeks. One of my friend’s older brothers just got married. Not to mention Lady Mary and Mathew (lol it’s about time!) ;). Reminds me of a few things I’ve heard regarding the subject. “It takes a really good man to be better than no man at all” and then “If you aren’t content single, you won’t be content married.” Good things to remember when your a single girl in the midst of all these relationships.

DSCF8619 Growing up is about more than marrying and leaving the house. Those aren’t even requirements. But just because it’s not required doesn’t mean that staying home your whole life is a better alternative. Just Do Something is a great little book about God’s Will, by the way. While those of us in the homeschooler culture tend to think of “kidults” as usually being public schooled. I think we have just as much of a problem. We aren’t growing up either. We may not be moving back, but that’s because we haven’t left! We need to quit assuming and start making things happen. You’ve graduated highschool. It’s perfectly fine to stay home. You don’t have to go to college. But if you stay home, contribute. Contribute to the family, the church, the community. Learn, better yourself. WORK. Don’t use your singleness as an excuse! True love waits, perhaps. It might be waiting in the future, but that doesn’t mean you have to just sit around and wait for something to come that might never have even started. That’s not a bad thing. Paul says it’s even better if you remain single.

I Corinthians 7:7-9 Yet I wish that all men were even as I myself am. However, each man has his own gift from God, one in this manner, and another in that. But I say to the unmarried and to widows that it is good for them if they remain even as I. But if they do not have self-control, let them marry; for it is better to marry than to burn with passion.

For more readin’ on this subject:

My take on the “Stay At Home Daughter” movement. I’m not dissing the idea at all. I plan to stay home myself. I just also plan on furthering my education and working. It’s neat to look back at these old posts. 🙂

An awesome post about the “Childish Homeschooler Syndrome” pandemic. The first thing that got me thinking today.

Mazel Tov


In Food, Short on January 7, 2013 at 3:06 pm

Last Thursday Claire had to go to Petsmart for filters for her fish tank. While we were there she got another gold-fish. After we were done at Petsmart we went to Starbucks. Seriously, if you ever want to get me a gift, a Starbucks gift card is always going t o be a winner (Thank you ever so muchly Aunt D!).

When we got there, there was this guy sitting at a table talking to someone about politics quite animatedly so it was not hard at all to hear him. All I heard at first was “…really, either way, I was going to be voting Republican…” but after we ordered and sat down to wait a while I could hear more of the seemingly one-sided conversation. I think it was just that the one guy was louder, but I can’t really remember a thing the other guy said. They started talking about guns and gun control. I was thinking “oh great, here we go.” I figured that since we were in Starbucks, a notoriously liberal store, he would be of the “more control” mindset. It didn’t seem so. I was shocked, but he seemed to be fairly Conservative, at least on that point.

While I was trying to listen (ok, I admit it, I was trying, I was more than a bit intrigued) Claire was telling me that they were accepting applications for Baristas. At fist I didn’t really hear her, but then realized what she was saying. It didn’t say anything about requirements. I figured you had to be graduated, but I was still excited. While we were there they were training a new guy how to make my drink. Evidently 😉 the Caramel Macchiato is not one of the most common drinks.

When we got home I sent in an application and started researching about the interview (Hoping and praying they call me for one). Since I’ve never had a job before I was really curious what the interview questions would be like. I”m really glad I did the research! I wouldn’t have been ready otherwise and probably would have just not said much. I’m pretty sure that if they’d just give me an interview I’d have the job. I love coffee and I really think I could do the work.  I haven’t heard anything back from them yet, but I plan to go in person soon to let them know I’m very interested. 🙂

Kind of a short post, but here’s a video for you. 🙂 Enjoy. It reminds me of myself in the morning. Mary’s cup is IDENTICAL to Claire’s!

Snowflakes Keep Falling On My Head

In Farm and Family, Pictures on January 6, 2013 at 10:21 pm

I think it was a good thing to do, albeit somewhat cliché, but I’m glad Seasons of Thankfulness is over. After always having the same thing to post for the past two months, it’s nice to get to just write about what’s going on for a change! 🙂

On New Year’s Eve we got a nice little dump of snow. There was still some on the ground from the Christmas Eve Eve snow.DSCF8814 Since Dad had the day off, we had a lovely amount of snow and no hills whatsoever, Dad took us to the park to sled. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I really love sledding. And snow. Snow forts. Snowflakes. Snowball fights (unless I’m wearing glasses, that just flat-out hurts). Basically, is the word “snow” is in it, assume I love it. I love how the snow is puffing up in this picture of Hannah. DSCF8813 Although we don’t have any hills on our property, the park in town has a couple of awesome ones. When we first got there around noon there was one little group of sledders on the big hill. As we drove up one of them was attempting to ride down on a snow board. She promptly wiped out. I’ve always found this twisted enjoyment in watching other teenagers trying to look cool, and failing miserably. That’s why I don’t even try. Of course, I don’t have to. 😉 Sorry, I just had to say that, totally joking. It’s kind of an inside joke with/about Dad. 🙂 DSCF8843 At first we went to the hill we rode two years ago, but quickly went over to the bigger hill. For a while the other guys stayed and we just sledded over where it wasn’t as steep (but still really awesome), but they soon left. We seem to have that effect when we go to the park. We then moved over to the steeper part, being careful not to go so far that we had to watch out for the creek. Soon other groups started coming. I think it was an extended family, they all seemed to know each other and they looked a like. Of course, this is a small town. Everyone pretty much looks the same anyway. 🙂 DSCF8812 I really love the look on Adam’s face in this picture! It’s pretty much how I feel when we sled. We all had such a fun time. It wasn’t too cold, but cold enough for the snow to be nice and fluffy. I missed the snow so much. Last winter we got maybe 2 inches total. We did get to make our traditional giant snowman, but that was it. It was good that we didn’t get much, Mom had at least one doctors appointment a week right there at the end with Josh.DSCF8809 It’s not what she’s doing in this picture, but Claire came up with a style called “The Sanguine Penguin.” Imagine a penguin sliding down with its wings back in an aerodynamic V. Pretty much just going face first. DSCF8792 Not sure if you can read it or not, if not, it’s your basic “no parking” sign. Why did I take a picture? Notice where it is. It is at the top of a fairly steep hill, leading up to a lake. I’m not sure why, but apparently it was needed. While the sign itself may be bleached out, the post was new. Reminds me of the spittoon in the court room with a new sign prohibiting spitting on the floor. As I said. It’s a small town. We had a couple of near run-ins with the big sycamores at the bottom of the hill, but I’m glad to say, no one got hurt! Well, Dad might have over-done it a bit on his shoulder, but no crashes. 🙂

Over all, it was a tremendous day. 🙂

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In Actions in Activities, Camp, Farm and Family, Pictures on January 1, 2013 at 8:37 pm

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s really weird. I love that button. I know it must not seem like it from time to time when I abandon my blog for weeks on end. I love getting to start from scratch. A blank field, a keyboard and an idea.

2012 was the shortest year I’ve ever experienced. How could we fit so much in just 366 days? Ah! It must have been that one extra day! I’ve always thought it was neat how leap year coincides with the Olympics and the presidential election.

On February 2nd Joshua David was born.  10 lbs 4oz of boy. He spent a week in the NICU for an unidentified infection. Not only was this our first C-section, it was our first experience in NICU. That week was the longest 7 days of the year, and yet, it feels like a blur. No fanfare. No applause.

In June Meg, Claire and I went to NeKaMo Camp. I went for both weeks, working on my CILT. While it is sad for my years as a camper to be over, I really do feel like it is time. Looking around, I saw girls that had been Challengers my first year were now Explorers. My baby sister was in her last year as a Challenger and my even babier sister was a first year Challenger! I am so looking forward to being a counselor next year, I’m already collecting ideas!  My first year of CILT was the first time I had been away from home for more than a week and I got really homesick. I was thankful to get to go home for the weekend. This year I had so much to do it didn’t feel like more than a few days. I didn’t go home for the weekend, so I only got to see my family during check in for Meg and Claire. Even then I only had a few minutes because I had to go with Rufus and Raven on a nature hike.

The day I remember the best is the very last day. After the excitement of graduations was over. We were on staff. Part of the mysterious club of grown-ups with bird names. We were Ginger, Snow, Raven, Sparrow and Pigeon. We got up early that morning and went to the Staff Bible Study. This mystical thing that our counselors get up crazy early for. It was a cool, misty, early summer morning. The five of us walked to the dining hall and sat at our table; Cabin 12.  Other counselors and staff came in and sat around us, just like it was a normal day. Like we belonged there. I felt like a babe among giants. There was Robin, Ducky, Rikki, Tweety, Grackle, everyone was there. Tross spoke in a tone of voice I had rarely heard before. Like she was talking to adults, not a camp of girls.

After the meeting was over, we started working on CILT Guard. Nearly all the past CILTs, now joined by the 5 of us, came together for the biggest Color Guard I’ve ever seen. Sparrow and Raven were part of an amazing Rifle Guard. It’s really hard to explain the feeling, other than a small fish in a big pond. Or maybe a small Pigeon in a big sky. No fanfare. No applause.

On July 25th I turned 18 years old. Every so often he tells me about right after I was born, usually when he wants me to look him in the eye or when I already am, we’re easily distracted like that. He held me in his arms 18 years ago and said “Hi. Your name is Annie. I’m your Daddy and I love you.” and I looked him in the eye. No fanfare. No applause.

October was a big month. My baby cousin PB was born just a few days after Meg’s birthday. Like Josh he spent some time in the NICU. Shortly after that my Great-Grand-Father died. We drove down to South-East Alabama for the funeral. It was good to get to see Oma and all the relatives, except for the reason. We got to go down to Panama City Beach while we were down there, something we haven’t gotten to do in a few years. It was raining, so we didn’t get to swim. I had never seen the beach in the rain before. It is so unlike anything I can describe. Such a lonely, roaring peace. There was no one in sight. The ice cold rain poured steadily. The surf was balmy. The constant roar of white caps. The gentle patter of the raindrops on the sand. Peace in the midst of such an emotional trip. Once we got done on the beach, we were soaking wet, and some of us were in regular clothes. We went over to a Walgreen’s and changed clothes, some of us into real clothes, some into our dry swim suits. On the trip back we home stopped for ice cream at Peach Park. No fanfare. No applause.

Who would be surprised that November was a big month. In the flurry of political hype, it’s good to remember a few things. These are real people. Jesus Christ died on the cross for their sins, just like He did for mine, and hopefully for yours. This is all going to burn. No matter who wins what and who is in what office. Jesus Christ is Lord of all. That means all kings, all rulers, all presidents, all offices. Everything. And in the end, that is all that matters. I voted for the first time. No fanfare. No applause.

This was PB’s and Josh’s first Christmas. We are SO blessed to have these precious boys with us, especially after their bumpy starts.DSCF8674 No fanfare. No applause.

Forget New Years Resolutions. Add New Post. No fanfare. No applause.

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