Oh my, what a love story. Your mama and daddy. It is always good when there is a little devil in the man in the house as long as he keeps the devilment at home. which he did. They had a very hard life, but that is how it was in those days with the share cropping and all. A beautiful story. They really had a bunch of kids. Must have been alot of cold winters.(ha) or just alot of love. I can't imagine women doing those things these days, although I imagine in the south and mid west there is still life like that going on. The only thing in those days no one new life any different, like you said there was always food on the table and you didn't really know you were poor, now days there are so many things kids think they should have. In the long run I think it was a better life then , as kids played outside, played with each other in the family, made family's closer.I'll bet a kid these days doesn't know what kick the can is. Maybe hide and seek, but not what we all played. I always love reading your storys about the old days. You have a beautiful family. Louise in Ca.

Jeannie, I love all you write but this tribute to your Mama is beautiful-I could just see all you described and all you children-your mother was a strong woman and must have loved all of you very much-so sad about losing your Daddy at such a young age. Hope you had a wonderful Mothers Day. Helen

Jeanie, I loved reading this. It is the nicest ending to a good Mother's Day that I can remember. Thank you for sharing. Elaine > I thought I'd share some memories I wrote down > awhile back of my Mom on > this Mothers day....... > Mom and her Mother just didn't get > along....They clashed from the word > go...When Ma had twins she only had enough milk > for one of them , so she > put the weaker one on the bottle and turned him over to Mom. Harold had > asthma, and allergies, I'm sure...Mom had to > tote him around a lot as he > had trouble breathing, and said she had made > biscuits many a morning with > one foot propped up on the rung of a chair so > her baby brother could sit > on her knee. She had to get up and cook > breakfast then go to the field > and work..Come home and cook dinner, clean up > the kitchen then go to the > field till time to cook supper...I asked if Ma > had a lot of trouble when > the kids were born and Mom said no, she was > just lazy ! I told you they > didn't get along ! > When Mom was 17 years old Papa had a stroke, > and she put in the entire > crop that Spring with a little help from her > younger siblings...She was a > tall woman, and said at that time she could > pick up a 100 lb. sack of > feed , put it on her shoulder and carry it to the barn. > Mama married to get away from home, I think, > but found herself having to > live with her in laws, and her new husband > drank and ran around with > other women...When their unborn baby had to be > taken from her and she got > milk fever and almost died hubby was out > drinking and carrying on...She > never lived with him again, and started saving up hard earned money to > pay for a divorce while living at home...She never forgave him. > A cousin she had dated as part of a group > brought Daddy with him to date > her younger sister Zula , and my parents fell > in love instantly .... much > to the disgust of Raymond Patterson , the > cousin ! ....They started > courting, and after 3 months, Daddy put his > arm around her....A very > respectful way to treat a divorced woman !...He sent her a lovely watch > in the mail [ which she later gave me ,] and > they wrote back and forth > when Dad couldn't come courting...One night > they went to a 'play party,' > { Mama played guitar and sang } and Dad was > stabling the horse just as > the sun was coming up....The horse got to spend the day resting...Daddy > had to go right to the field ! Now that's true love ! They got married > sitting in the buggy out in front of the > Squires house, which was > apparently the fad of the moment...Oh yes, > Daddy helped her get the > money together to pay for the divorce when they got impatient to marry > ...Mom said it cost $15.00, which was a > princely sum back then... > The first years of their marriage were hard, as they were sharecropping > ...{ Dad was ambitious , moving up from each > farm to a better one over > the years, and saving money for their own > place...} Mom said she hoed > their cotton while Daddy farmed, and by the > time she got to the end of > the field ,it was time to start over again ! > {Can you imagine that ? } > Dad would hook up a horse and run the 'scraper' > up and down each side of > every cotton row...surely nerve wracking labor > ! She would hoe alone if > he didn't have time to help her, then he would go back and plow the > middles to kill the wilted grass and weeds hoed from around the cotton > stalks... > After a short while the babies started coming > along...Robert, Joyce, Me, > Jerry, Reba, Betty , Gerald, and Janice....Just like stair steps...When > we were 5 or 6 years old we went to the fields > to hoe cotton, corn, etc., > and to pick cotton in a grass sack with a rag strap ...My goodness, I > don't see how Dad had the patience, but needs must, and we were all > healthy eaters... > Sorghum had to be stripped, cut down and piled to the side to wait for > the wagon to haul it to the sorghum mill on a > neighbors farm...I was one > of the kids who had to cut the tops off...using > the old butcher knife Dad > made from a saw blade...Nicks on my bony knees and the cold made for a > very sad little scrawny girl, I remember...We loved the 'lasses Dad > brought home, though...I can just picture it > rolling slowly over the lip > of the jar, bubbles trapped in the thick amber liquid stretching into > nothing as it was poured over a chunk of butter from our Jersey > cow...Stirred together and slathered on a hot > biscuit....Ummmm, good ! > Mama was a tall reserved English sort of woman with lovely ash blonde > hair worn in a crown of braids, and Daddy loved > her so much....His family > had a very raucous type of humor, and I think > this love for Mom kept him > sorta calmed down ....A scary bout with "Kidney colic " one Fall day > while we were picking cotton in a field over > across the Big Ditch was the > first hint of the dread Leukemia that was to take the life of this > handsome blue eyed man at the age of 34..... > They had 8 kids in their 'short ' marriage , and Mom was 3 months > pregnant when Daddy left us...She didn't tell him , as she thought he > had enough to worry about...I know he went to Heaven, because he was > shown a wonderful vision of it just before he died...He was a > 'storytelling' man, and I remember him > describing everything he > saw...because Mama just couldn't seem to see > what he was pointing out to > her so excitedly... > Ma kindly allowed us to move in with her in > that big log house, and we > stayed there till brother Paul was born , then Mom used the money left > over after Dad's year long stay in hospitals > and in Dr's offices to buy a > 5 acre farm with a nearly new house...Needless > to say she was suffering > terribly from losing the love of her life, but > she knew she had to keep > on for our sakes...and Dad's image was kept so > perfect and alive that it > seemed like a natural way to live for us little ones... > The man that owned the tenant farm set it up > for us to get a check each > month from the country, and Mama made it last > so we always had just about > everything we needed....When electricity came to our area she got the > house wired and bought the fridge and other > appliances one at a time on > the payment plan...Since she never got even > $100.00 a month for us 9 kids > --nothing for herself--that took some > planning...Maybe money from each > year's calf she always sold as veal , working for others hoeing, etc > helped her get them.....She canned every single thing that was edible, > from Poke sallet to soup mix, and we always had plenty to eat...It was > not unusual for her to can 2 or 3 hundred > quarts each of snap beans > ,tomatoes...and even blackberries ....I > remember me and her picking those > big swamp blackberries around the edge of the > new ground while big sister > Joyce took care of the little 'uns on a quilt in the shade...Yes, she > canned everything for the cold winter months > ... including the best ripe > tomato relish in the world, and all sorts of > jam and jellies ...Eating > 'soup beans' was not a problem with her > delicious skillet of cornbread > and some tomato relish or chow chow to go with it..All the canning was > done in a cold pack canner until she managed to save up enough money to > buy a pressure cooker. Having heard tales of > them blowing up, she sent > all of us outside for safekeeping...Said she > looked up later and every > one of us kids was peeking around the > doorways...Guess we wanted to see > the mess if it blew up ! > Since Mama had a " Sweet tooth ' , we never wanted for cakes, pies, > biscuit pudding, or delicious fried pies...One > of my favorite memories is > walking up the hill on cold winter evenings > after school [ We rode the > 3 rd bus } and going in through the kitchen so > I could find out what we > were having for supper....The windows would be fogged over from the > supper simmering on the stove, and Mom would be > sitting there by the coal > oil lamp , reading while she waited for > us....On favored days the table > would be centered by the biscuit plate piled high with fried apple > pies...I can just taste them, they were so good ! Each pie covered half > of the chipped old plate, and there was enough for every one of us to > have a whole pie... > Oh yes, I remember Mama , and how very hard she struggled to keep her > bunch of kids together...Church and doses of > 'peach tree tea ' kept us on > the straight and narrow , and if I do say so > myself, there aint a bad'un > in the bunch ! { Well, some of us have a bit of > Daddy's 'meanness' in us > !*grin* } All of us own our homes, and we've raised a bunch of smart > grandchildren...Counting in laws and outlaws there are about 125 > descendents from that one couple ! > Mama lived on for many years after Dad died, but she never got over > grieving for him , and I think she was just > marking time till she could > join him ...When she died, it was just one > day's date later , and in the > same month that Dad died...I think he came for her, because she had a > little smile on her face, even as she lay in her coffin...Jeannie T

I've had an unusually nice Mothers Day for someone who's feeling too bad to go anywhere ! Hubby cooked our main meal of the erday....Frozen turkey slices with gravy, boxed dressing mix, frozen Brussels sprouts, frozen individual peach pies and bought iced tea.....Isn't he a wonderment ? It only took him 3 times a long as it would me but he was really proud of himself..*grin* I keep enough food here to feed an army, including an assortment of easy fixing stuff for when I don't feel up to cooking. You see, until he retired he wouldn't even fix himself a sandwich...said it didn't taste good when he made it...but he's realized I ALSO retired, so he's learned to fix sandwiches , heat up canned stuff, and leftovers, etc. My youngest son called me and we had a nice talk till ol Buzz got in the way too much, and my niece I helped raise wrote me a real nice letter on here...Haven't heard from my oldest son, but then he'll get in touch...may have had to work....I hope all of y'all had a good day.....Jeannie T ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Mon, 9 May 2011 00:14:48 -0400 "helenware" <helenware@comcast.net> writes: > Jeannie, > I love all you write but this tribute to your Mama is beautiful-I > could just > see all you described and all you children-your mother was a strong > woman > and must have loved all of you very much-so sad about losing your > Daddy at > such a young age. > Hope you had a wonderful Mothers Day. > Helen > > > > > > > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mbousman1/memory.htm > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > MEMORY-LANE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ____________________________________________________________ Groupon&#8482 Official Site 1 ridiculously huge coupon a day. Get 50-90% off your city&#39;s best! http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL3141/4dc76e86e384715d34m06duc

I thought I'd share some memories I wrote down awhile back of my Mom on this Mothers day....... Mom and her Mother just didn't get along....They clashed from the word go...When Ma had twins she only had enough milk for one of them , so she put the weaker one on the bottle and turned him over to Mom. Harold had asthma, and allergies, I'm sure...Mom had to tote him around a lot as he had trouble breathing, and said she had made biscuits many a morning with one foot propped up on the rung of a chair so her baby brother could sit on her knee. She had to get up and cook breakfast then go to the field and work..Come home and cook dinner, clean up the kitchen then go to the field till time to cook supper...I asked if Ma had a lot of trouble when the kids were born and Mom said no, she was just lazy ! I told you they didn't get along ! When Mom was 17 years old Papa had a stroke, and she put in the entire crop that Spring with a little help from her younger siblings...She was a tall woman, and said at that time she could pick up a 100 lb. sack of feed , put it on her shoulder and carry it to the barn. Mama married to get away from home, I think, but found herself having to live with her in laws, and her new husband drank and ran around with other women...When their unborn baby had to be taken from her and she got milk fever and almost died hubby was out drinking and carrying on...She never lived with him again, and started saving up hard earned money to pay for a divorce while living at home...She never forgave him. A cousin she had dated as part of a group brought Daddy with him to date her younger sister Zula , and my parents fell in love instantly .... much to the disgust of Raymond Patterson , the cousin ! ....They started courting, and after 3 months, Daddy put his arm around her....A very respectful way to treat a divorced woman !...He sent her a lovely watch in the mail [ which she later gave me ,] and they wrote back and forth when Dad couldn't come courting...One night they went to a 'play party,' { Mama played guitar and sang } and Dad was stabling the horse just as the sun was coming up....The horse got to spend the day resting...Daddy had to go right to the field ! Now that's true love ! They got married sitting in the buggy out in front of the Squires house, which was apparently the fad of the moment...Oh yes, Daddy helped her get the money together to pay for the divorce when they got impatient to marry ...Mom said it cost $15.00, which was a princely sum back then... The first years of their marriage were hard, as they were sharecropping ...{ Dad was ambitious , moving up from each farm to a better one over the years, and saving money for their own place...} Mom said she hoed their cotton while Daddy farmed, and by the time she got to the end of the field ,it was time to start over again ! {Can you imagine that ? } Dad would hook up a horse and run the 'scraper' up and down each side of every cotton row...surely nerve wracking labor ! She would hoe alone if he didn't have time to help her, then he would go back and plow the middles to kill the wilted grass and weeds hoed from around the cotton stalks... After a short while the babies started coming along...Robert, Joyce, Me, Jerry, Reba, Betty , Gerald, and Janice....Just like stair steps...When we were 5 or 6 years old we went to the fields to hoe cotton, corn, etc., and to pick cotton in a grass sack with a rag strap ...My goodness, I don't see how Dad had the patience, but needs must, and we were all healthy eaters... Sorghum had to be stripped, cut down and piled to the side to wait for the wagon to haul it to the sorghum mill on a neighbors farm...I was one of the kids who had to cut the tops off...using the old butcher knife Dad made from a saw blade...Nicks on my bony knees and the cold made for a very sad little scrawny girl, I remember...We loved the 'lasses Dad brought home, though...I can just picture it rolling slowly over the lip of the jar, bubbles trapped in the thick amber liquid stretching into nothing as it was poured over a chunk of butter from our Jersey cow...Stirred together and slathered on a hot biscuit....Ummmm, good ! Mama was a tall reserved English sort of woman with lovely ash blonde hair worn in a crown of braids, and Daddy loved her so much....His family had a very raucous type of humor, and I think this love for Mom kept him sorta calmed down ....A scary bout with "Kidney colic " one Fall day while we were picking cotton in a field over across the Big Ditch was the first hint of the dread Leukemia that was to take the life of this handsome blue eyed man at the age of 34..... They had 8 kids in their 'short ' marriage , and Mom was 3 months pregnant when Daddy left us...She didn't tell him , as she thought he had enough to worry about...I know he went to Heaven, because he was shown a wonderful vision of it just before he died...He was a 'storytelling' man, and I remember him describing everything he saw...because Mama just couldn't seem to see what he was pointing out to her so excitedly... Ma kindly allowed us to move in with her in that big log house, and we stayed there till brother Paul was born , then Mom used the money left over after Dad's year long stay in hospitals and in Dr's offices to buy a 5 acre farm with a nearly new house...Needless to say she was suffering terribly from losing the love of her life, but she knew she had to keep on for our sakes...and Dad's image was kept so perfect and alive that it seemed like a natural way to live for us little ones... The man that owned the tenant farm set it up for us to get a check each month from the country, and Mama made it last so we always had just about everything we needed....When electricity came to our area she got the house wired and bought the fridge and other appliances one at a time on the payment plan...Since she never got even $100.00 a month for us 9 kids --nothing for herself--that took some planning...Maybe money from each year's calf she always sold as veal , working for others hoeing, etc helped her get them.....She canned every single thing that was edible, from Poke sallet to soup mix, and we always had plenty to eat...It was not unusual for her to can 2 or 3 hundred quarts each of snap beans ,tomatoes...and even blackberries ....I remember me and her picking those big swamp blackberries around the edge of the new ground while big sister Joyce took care of the little 'uns on a quilt in the shade...Yes, she canned everything for the cold winter months ... including the best ripe tomato relish in the world, and all sorts of jam and jellies ...Eating 'soup beans' was not a problem with her delicious skillet of cornbread and some tomato relish or chow chow to go with it..All the canning was done in a cold pack canner until she managed to save up enough money to buy a pressure cooker. Having heard tales of them blowing up, she sent all of us outside for safekeeping...Said she looked up later and every one of us kids was peeking around the doorways...Guess we wanted to see the mess if it blew up ! Since Mama had a " Sweet tooth ' , we never wanted for cakes, pies, biscuit pudding, or delicious fried pies...One of my favorite memories is walking up the hill on cold winter evenings after school [ We rode the 3 rd bus } and going in through the kitchen so I could find out what we were having for supper....The windows would be fogged over from the supper simmering on the stove, and Mom would be sitting there by the coal oil lamp , reading while she waited for us....On favored days the table would be centered by the biscuit plate piled high with fried apple pies...I can just taste them, they were so good ! Each pie covered half of the chipped old plate, and there was enough for every one of us to have a whole pie... Oh yes, I remember Mama , and how very hard she struggled to keep her bunch of kids together...Church and doses of 'peach tree tea ' kept us on the straight and narrow , and if I do say so myself, there aint a bad'un in the bunch ! { Well, some of us have a bit of Daddy's 'meanness' in us !*grin* } All of us own our homes, and we've raised a bunch of smart grandchildren...Counting in laws and outlaws there are about 125 descendents from that one couple ! Mama lived on for many years after Dad died, but she never got over grieving for him , and I think she was just marking time till she could join him ...When she died, it was just one day's date later , and in the same month that Dad died...I think he came for her, because she had a little smile on her face, even as she lay in her coffin...Jeannie T ____________________________________________________________ Groupon&#8482 Official Site 1 ridiculously huge coupon a day. 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This brought back a lot of memories of my Mom and Dad and the way they raised their family. Thanks for the reminiscing.Emma > To: MEMORY-LANE-L@rootsweb.com; askgranny@juno.com > Date: Sun, 8 May 2011 22:48:18 -0500 > From: askgranny@juno.com > Subject: [ML] : Mama > > > > I thought I'd share some memories I wrote down awhile back of my Mom on > this Mothers day....... > > Mom and her Mother just didn't get along....They clashed from the word > go...When Ma had twins she only had enough milk for one of them , so she > put the weaker one on the bottle and turned him over to Mom. Harold had > asthma, and allergies, I'm sure...Mom had to tote him around a lot as he > had trouble breathing, and said she had made biscuits many a morning with > one foot propped up on the rung of a chair so her baby brother could sit > on her knee. She had to get up and cook breakfast then go to the field > and work..Come home and cook dinner, clean up the kitchen then go to the > field till time to cook supper...I asked if Ma had a lot of trouble when > the kids were born and Mom said no, she was just lazy ! I told you they > didn't get along ! > > When Mom was 17 years old Papa had a stroke, and she put in the entire > crop that Spring with a little help from her younger siblings...She was a > tall woman, and said at that time she could pick up a 100 lb. sack of > feed , put it on her shoulder and carry it to the barn. > > Mama married to get away from home, I think, but found herself having to > live with her in laws, and her new husband drank and ran around with > other women...When their unborn baby had to be taken from her and she got > milk fever and almost died hubby was out drinking and carrying on...She > never lived with him again, and started saving up hard earned money to > pay for a divorce while living at home...She never forgave him. > > A cousin she had dated as part of a group brought Daddy with him to date > her younger sister Zula , and my parents fell in love instantly .... much > to the disgust of Raymond Patterson , the cousin ! ....They started > courting, and after 3 months, Daddy put his arm around her....A very > respectful way to treat a divorced woman !...He sent her a lovely watch > in the mail [ which she later gave me ,] and they wrote back and forth > when Dad couldn't come courting...One night they went to a 'play party,' > { Mama played guitar and sang } and Dad was stabling the horse just as > the sun was coming up....The horse got to spend the day resting...Daddy > had to go right to the field ! Now that's true love ! They got married > sitting in the buggy out in front of the Squires house, which was > apparently the fad of the moment...Oh yes, Daddy helped her get the > money together to pay for the divorce when they got impatient to marry > ...Mom said it cost $15.00, which was a princely sum back then... > > The first years of their marriage were hard, as they were sharecropping > ...{ Dad was ambitious , moving up from each farm to a better one over > the years, and saving money for their own place...} Mom said she hoed > their cotton while Daddy farmed, and by the time she got to the end of > the field ,it was time to start over again ! {Can you imagine that ? } > Dad would hook up a horse and run the 'scraper' up and down each side of > every cotton row...surely nerve wracking labor ! She would hoe alone if > he didn't have time to help her, then he would go back and plow the > middles to kill the wilted grass and weeds hoed from around the cotton > stalks... > > After a short while the babies started coming along...Robert, Joyce, Me, > Jerry, Reba, Betty , Gerald, and Janice....Just like stair steps...When > we were 5 or 6 years old we went to the fields to hoe cotton, corn, etc., > and to pick cotton in a grass sack with a rag strap ...My goodness, I > don't see how Dad had the patience, but needs must, and we were all > healthy eaters... > > Sorghum had to be stripped, cut down and piled to the side to wait for > the wagon to haul it to the sorghum mill on a neighbors farm...I was one > of the kids who had to cut the tops off...using the old butcher knife Dad > made from a saw blade...Nicks on my bony knees and the cold made for a > very sad little scrawny girl, I remember...We loved the 'lasses Dad > brought home, though...I can just picture it rolling slowly over the lip > of the jar, bubbles trapped in the thick amber liquid stretching into > nothing as it was poured over a chunk of butter from our Jersey > cow...Stirred together and slathered on a hot biscuit....Ummmm, good ! > > Mama was a tall reserved English sort of woman with lovely ash blonde > hair worn in a crown of braids, and Daddy loved her so much....His family > had a very raucous type of humor, and I think this love for Mom kept him > sorta calmed down ....A scary bout with "Kidney colic " one Fall day > while we were picking cotton in a field over across the Big Ditch was the > first hint of the dread Leukemia that was to take the life of this > handsome blue eyed man at the age of 34..... > > They had 8 kids in their 'short ' marriage , and Mom was 3 months > pregnant when Daddy left us...She didn't tell him , as she thought he > had enough to worry about...I know he went to Heaven, because he was > shown a wonderful vision of it just before he died...He was a > 'storytelling' man, and I remember him describing everything he > saw...because Mama just couldn't seem to see what he was pointing out to > her so excitedly... > > Ma kindly allowed us to move in with her in that big log house, and we > stayed there till brother Paul was born , then Mom used the money left > over after Dad's year long stay in hospitals and in Dr's offices to buy a > 5 acre farm with a nearly new house...Needless to say she was suffering > terribly from losing the love of her life, but she knew she had to keep > on for our sakes...and Dad's image was kept so perfect and alive that it > seemed like a natural way to live for us little ones... > > The man that owned the tenant farm set it up for us to get a check each > month from the country, and Mama made it last so we always had just about > everything we needed....When electricity came to our area she got the > house wired and bought the fridge and other appliances one at a time on > the payment plan...Since she never got even $100.00 a month for us 9 kids > --nothing for herself--that took some planning...Maybe money from each > year's calf she always sold as veal , working for others hoeing, etc > helped her get them.....She canned every single thing that was edible, > from Poke sallet to soup mix, and we always had plenty to eat...It was > not unusual for her to can 2 or 3 hundred quarts each of snap beans > ,tomatoes...and even blackberries ....I remember me and her picking those > big swamp blackberries around the edge of the new ground while big sister > Joyce took care of the little 'uns on a quilt in the shade...Yes, she > canned everything for the cold winter months ... including the best ripe > tomato relish in the world, and all sorts of jam and jellies ...Eating > 'soup beans' was not a problem with her delicious skillet of cornbread > and some tomato relish or chow chow to go with it..All the canning was > done in a cold pack canner until she managed to save up enough money to > buy a pressure cooker. Having heard tales of them blowing up, she sent > all of us outside for safekeeping...Said she looked up later and every > one of us kids was peeking around the doorways...Guess we wanted to see > the mess if it blew up ! > > Since Mama had a " Sweet tooth ' , we never wanted for cakes, pies, > biscuit pudding, or delicious fried pies...One of my favorite memories is > walking up the hill on cold winter evenings after school [ We rode the > 3 rd bus } and going in through the kitchen so I could find out what we > were having for supper....The windows would be fogged over from the > supper simmering on the stove, and Mom would be sitting there by the coal > oil lamp , reading while she waited for us....On favored days the table > would be centered by the biscuit plate piled high with fried apple > pies...I can just taste them, they were so good ! Each pie covered half > of the chipped old plate, and there was enough for every one of us to > have a whole pie... > > Oh yes, I remember Mama , and how very hard she struggled to keep her > bunch of kids together...Church and doses of 'peach tree tea ' kept us on > the straight and narrow , and if I do say so myself, there aint a bad'un > in the bunch ! { Well, some of us have a bit of Daddy's 'meanness' in us > !*grin* } All of us own our homes, and we've raised a bunch of smart > grandchildren...Counting in laws and outlaws there are about 125 > descendents from that one couple ! > > Mama lived on for many years after Dad died, but she never got over > grieving for him , and I think she was just marking time till she could > join him ...When she died, it was just one day's date later , and in the > same month that Dad died...I think he came for her, because she had a > little smile on her face, even as she lay in her coffin...Jeannie T > ____________________________________________________________ > Groupon&#8482 Official Site > 1 ridiculously huge coupon a day. 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This brought back a lot of memories. Emma Let Me Be A Child Again By Charles C. Robey Dear Lord, let me be a child again, just for today. Just to turn back the clock to those happy years of yesterday. A time of the simple way of life. A life chunked full of the joy and happiness. A time when Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny were as real, as the night's happy dream world. Let me run behind that old ice wagon, just to get a taste of those ice chips, left on the wagon bed and let me mysteriously set Grand-Maw's porch ice registry dial to 25 lbs, rather than the 100 lbs that she had requested. Let me hide in the school cloak room, to keep from getting those dreaded Grammar School shots. And please do not let the teacher find me, as she originally did. Even though the shots hurt, I just could not cry in front of all my school mates. Let me hide my newly acquired black horn rim glass in my school desk, so as to not have my school mates call me "Four Eyes". Even though I had to guess what was on the black board. Let me know the joy of making that first basketball goal, in front of my new found puppy love. I just knew I was going straight to the pros. Let me wake up on Christmas morning, to find those Roy Roger Six Shoots and chrome spurs, under the tree. Boy, I could handle any of those bad land guys, who came my way, as I ran up and down the sidewalk on my trusted broom stick horse. Let me ride my first 'Western Flyer" bike, without the training wheels. Putting those clothes pins on the spokes really did make for a good motor. I was off to the races, in a big time way. Let me experience the adventure again, of strapping that old bucket on my scooter and pretending it was a motor. It was really hard, as I attempted to maneuver up that big hill, but it sure was a thrill coasting back down the same path.. Let me know the thrill of sitting by the radio and hearing those old "Super Heroes", such as The Lone Ranger, The Shadow, and Super Man, capture the bad guys and solve all that crime. And, oh yes, experiencing the excitement of sending off those cereal box tops and receiving my decoder rings. Let me have the patients to turn on the TV and wait for the test pattern to go away, so that I may see my favorite cowboy show. Then, experience the thrill of watching the flag waving as the National Anthem played the nightly sign off. Let me again set my fortress up, in that old empty cement coal bend. I was the king, on the throne, with my neighborhood knights of the round table. And oh yes, no girls were allowed. Let me play my old 45 RPM records on my old phonograph again. You know the one, the player that would start playing, when you closed the lid. Let me again learn to drive, by driving Dads old 1947 Chevy around in the back yard. If possible, please put power steering and power brakes, on the car this time around. And it wouldn't hurt to also have air conditioning. Let me visit the New Car Dealerships, and see the new models, as they were placed on the show room floor. The cars that had been hid under the transportation truck canvass covers. Let me see Dad put that new floor furnace in the middle hallway and help me not to get burned on the floor grate. What an improvement over going to bed fully dressed to keep warm. Let me stay warm, as I walk those four miles to school, not realizing the true distance, as all my friends would join in, as we walked. Then what an accomplishment, when I graduated from walking to the bike. The only problem was finding an empty slot in the school bike rack, when I was late. And most important Dear Lord, let me be a child again, and return to my "Old Time Religion" roots. Let me praise God with an occasional spontaneous "Amen" or " Halleluiah" as God's spirit moved in my local church. Now, pinch me Dear Lord, so that I may see the reality of today and that I may hope for strength for tomorrow. Amen. Charles Robey ccrobey@charter.net Happy Mother's Day!! There is more in us than we know. If we can be made to see it, perhaps, for the rest of our lives, we will be unwilling to settle for less. Kurt Hahn

I am wondering if anyone on either list is on Facebook and plays the Gardens of Time game? I play it and need more friends. It is possible to do a lot of steps quickly if you want to spend money, which I don't. So I need more friends on my game site and I just wait for time to go by so my energy gets recharged. This is a hidden object game where you also build and expand your garden. I would love to find some more list members who are playing this game. Happy Mother's Day Marilyn -- "If you don't get outside every day, even for a minute, you have not appreciated what God has done. It makes you grateful for our surroundings, and it starts your day differently." Johnny Cash

My kind of music saying what I can not put into words. This is for all mothers of whatever type, past, present and future. I hope you all have a great Mother's Day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXaLkl3Q8Ew -- "If you don't get outside every day, even for a minute, you have not appreciated what God has done. It makes you grateful for our surroundings, and it starts your day differently." Johnny Cash

Enjoy the flowers AND the messages. Emma Subject: GOD God!!! Enjoy the attachment

What a gift she gives to these parents.Emma Subject: FW: Great Lady! http://www.militarytimes.com/hancock

" Thank-You" Elaine, Enjoyed the Mothers day card very much. I loved the Flowers they were so pretty. I hope all the MOMs have a wonderfull Mothers day . I had a wonderfull day here in south Georgia. Summer is here, My Magnolia tree is in Bloom and has dinner plate size blooms. So pretty. it will be in the 90s again soon. Best wishes to you all. Ginny D. ( South Georgia) -------------------------------------------------- From: <cards@jacquielawson.com> Sent: Friday, May 06, 2011 2:37 AM To: <memory-lane@rootsweb.com> Subject: [ML] You've received an e-card from Elaine Maddox > Dear Friends, > > Elaine Maddox (etm1935@yahoo.com) has sent you a Jacquie Lawson electronic > greeting card. > > Please click on the following link to see your card. If your e-mail > program has not displayed this as a link, then please copy the following > into the Address or Location bar of your Internet browser. > > http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=2888920864709&source=jl999 > > Alternatively, please visit http://www.jacquielawson.com and select the > Pick Up Card option in the menu. Then enter your card code, which is: > > 2888920864709 > > If you have any problem at all viewing your card, please click here: > > http://www.jacquielawson.com/help_1.asp > > If you do not wish to receive e-cards from jacquielawson.com, please click > here: > > http://www.jacquielawson.com/donotsend.asp > > Our ref: JLC470939783-CS / 2888920864709 > jacquielawson.com > > > > > > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mbousman1/memory.htm > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > MEMORY-LANE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Twenty years ago, I had just returned from my trip back to the eastern seaboard. The magnolia trees were in full bloom and were so pretty, so when I bought my mobile home and did my landscaping, I just had to have one. WRONG DECISION. First, I learned later that they take 7 years before they bloom. I finally read it the riot act and threatened to cut it down when the next year it had two blooms on it. Then, the leaves would fall and make the biggest mess and I only had a small yard to begin with.I was constantly picking up it's leaves to clean up my yard. I should have done some research on them before planting one.Emma > From: ginsmith@windstream.net > To: memory-lane@rootsweb.com > Date: Fri, 6 May 2011 21:16:34 -0400 > Subject: Re: [ML] You've received an e-card from Elaine Maddox > . I had a wonderfull day here in south Georgia. Summer is here, My > Magnolia tree is in Bloom and has dinner plate size blooms. So pretty. it > will be in the 90s again soon. Best wishes to you all. Ginny D. ( South > Georgia) >

You are welcome, Emma. I am real happy to see you back here. XO Elaine Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. --Albert Einstein (1879-1955) Hello Emma On Friday, May 6, 2011, you wrote > Thanks for the beautiful basket of flowers.Emma

Thanks for the beautiful basket of flowers.Emma > Date: Fri, 6 May 2011 02:37:23 -0400 > From: cards@jacquielawson.com > To: memory-lane@rootsweb.com > Subject: [ML] You've received an e-card from Elaine Maddox > > Dear Friends, > > Elaine Maddox (etm1935@yahoo.com) has sent you a Jacquie Lawson electronic greeting card. > > Please click on the following link to see your card. If your e-mail program has not displayed this as a link, then please copy the following into the Address or Location bar of your Internet browser. > > http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=2888920864709&source=jl999 > > Alternatively, please visit http://www.jacquielawson.com and select the Pick Up Card option in the menu. Then enter your card code, which is: > > 2888920864709 > > If you have any problem at all viewing your card, please click here: > > http://www.jacquielawson.com/help_1.asp > > If you do not wish to receive e-cards from jacquielawson.com, please click here: > > http://www.jacquielawson.com/donotsend.asp > > Our ref: JLC470939783-CS / 2888920864709 > jacquielawson.com > > > > > > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mbousman1/memory.htm > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to MEMORY-LANE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

World War II veterans too are disappearing fast now. My brother-in- law enlisted in the Navy when he was 17 yrs. old....his parents had to give permission. He stayed in the Navy for 30 yrs. My mother-in-law had 5 sons in the military service in WW II ..... in addition to 8 or 9 nephews - one was a POW for over a year, held in Poland. A brother-in-law died unexpectedly the last of January this year, age 88. He was a B-17 pilot. juanita > The end of an era, the end of our touch with a time gone by. Claude > Choules died in Australia, yesterday. > And, oh my, he enlisted at either 14 or 15. What would today's world > think of that. > > Marilyn

The end of an era, the end of our touch with a time gone by. Claude Choules died in Australia, yesterday. I hope this link works: http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5hem97Ee2o9CXjsrbrptIovufvK0w?docId=CNG.55f0da6b0832923a420f0af08b851e4c.441 or http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/may/05/claude-choules-last-world-war-one-veteran-dies And, oh my, he enlisted at either 14 or 15. What would today's world think of that. Marilyn <http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5hem97Ee2o9CXjsrbrptIovufvK0w?docId=CNG.55f0da6b0832923a420f0af08b851e4c.441> -- "If you don't get outside every day, even for a minute, you have not appreciated what God has done. It makes you grateful for our surroundings, and it starts your day differently." Johnny Cash

My uncle (Dad's twin) served in WW1 but he waited to be drafted. He only had one child but they wouldn't take my dad because by then Dad had 3 or 4 children. aaamy uncle served in France and was gassed and nlost half his stomach as a result. He later became a school teacher. He died in 1976 at age 86.Emma > Date: Fri, 6 May 2011 08:36:17 -0400 > From: marilyneb@gmail.com > To: gen-newbie@rootsweb.com; Genealogy-Computers-Chat@yahoogroups.com; internet-genealogy@googlegroups.com; an-internet-family@googlegroups.com; memory-lane@rootsweb.com > Subject: [ML] Last WW1 Combatant Dies > > The end of an era, the end of our touch with a time gone by. Claude Choules > died in Australia, yesterday. > > I hope this link works: > > http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5hem97Ee2o9CXjsrbrptIovufvK0w?docId=CNG.55f0da6b0832923a420f0af08b851e4c.441 > > or > > http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/may/05/claude-choules-last-world-war-one-veteran-dies > > And, oh my, he enlisted at either 14 or 15. What would today's world think > of that. > > Marilyn > <http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5hem97Ee2o9CXjsrbrptIovufvK0w?docId=CNG.55f0da6b0832923a420f0af08b851e4c.441> > > -- > "If you don't get outside every day, even for a minute, you have not > appreciated what God has done. It makes you grateful for our surroundings, > and it starts your day differently." > > Johnny Cash > > > > > > http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~mbousman1/memory.htm > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to MEMORY-LANE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Dear Friends, Elaine Maddox (etm1935@yahoo.com) has sent you a Jacquie Lawson electronic greeting card. Please click on the following link to see your card. If your e-mail program has not displayed this as a link, then please copy the following into the Address or Location bar of your Internet browser. http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=2888920864709&source=jl999 Alternatively, please visit http://www.jacquielawson.com and select the Pick Up Card option in the menu. Then enter your card code, which is: 2888920864709 If you have any problem at all viewing your card, please click here: http://www.jacquielawson.com/help_1.asp If you do not wish to receive e-cards from jacquielawson.com, please click here: http://www.jacquielawson.com/donotsend.asp Our ref: JLC470939783-CS / 2888920864709 jacquielawson.com

I would be better off if i did not write notes and as far as any of the men in my family they gave him a bad time every time they seen him. Also he was not gay but probably they could have felt guilty standing beside him. But i have two friends, husband and wife and a 100 years ago we were going take her mom up town for a while on new years eve. But low when we were about out the door my uh different or nasty uncle knocked on the door!! Had gotten into Fgo that morning and got a ride to our place so he went with us. When we got to our friends and went in we were greeted well like always but after a few minutes the mr. got up and talked very low into his wifes ear. Then he went to another room but came right back and then she looked at me and i got the hint and i asked to be excused and she followed me to her bathroom. When we got in there she turned some thing electrical on then she told me her husband told her to watch out for my uncle and neither one of them had ever heard of him before. Now i always knew my brothers could read vibes on other men but i thought maybe it had some thing to do with our upbringing. But now i think most men can sense some thing like that because they would not like them around their wife, daughter, mother or sisters as well as other females. My Better wording tonight. But also if you look at the subject we are discussing to!!!! Viola.