Friday, July 27, 2007

Old Memories

As I read a thread on one of the posts of my Red Hat sisters on the Red Hat Society site it brought back memories of the summers when we went to the country to visit our great-grandparents
We grew up in Miami and some summers, my brother and I went upstate where our great grand parents lived on a farm.... everyone in the family called them Momma and Poppa.
Poppa built their log cabin many years ago, even before my grandmother was born... it was the same house in which I was born. Momma was a midwife and she delivered me. I know only that I was born after dark... before midnight... but not the exact time or even the approximate hour. Clocks were a luxury back then. The time was estimated by the location of the sun and moon in the sky... what time they got up in the morning, what time they had meals and what time they went to bed, etc.
They also grew tobacco and after picking the tobacco they would "string and hang it' to dry for days before they took it to town to be sold. We asked to help do some of the chores and we were allowed to try some ... but they would n0t let us touch the tobacco... 'because we were kids' .
On Saturdays they went into town where Momma would sell eggs, veggies and fruits from her garden. Their transportation was a wagon pulled by a big Oxen whose name was Jumbo.
On Sundays we rode to church in town in the same wagon. I remember shining my black patent leather shoes for church with a piece of leftover biscuit. LOL Because we would be gone most of the day, we took our lunches in buckets that looked like the ones that paints come in.
We had cousins who were close to our ages, who lived with our GG parents year round. Late afternoons we went with the cousins when they went out in the woods to find and bring the cows home to the corral and the pigs to their pen. The pigs were fed with slop from the kitchen. The chickens ran around in the yard during the day and were put in the coop at night. The coop was made of wooden slats on the sides and a roof to protect them from the elements and other animals who would eat them if they could get to them. Every morning we'd go into the coop and remove the eggs that were not being sat on by a hen. My uncle or Poppa would go out every morning and milk the cows before letting them out of the corral for the day.
I saw my uncle kill a big snake in the grape arbor. I hated to go to the outhouse after that incident because it was a bit away from the house and in the direction of the grape arbor. The toilet paper was old Sears Roebuck or similar catalogs.
When Momma decided we'd have chicken for dinner she would catch one of them as they ran around the yard. She grabbed the chicken by the neck and swung the chicken round and round until it's neck broke. Then she took it to the kitchen to prepare it for dinner. Sometimes she let us pluck it [pull off the feathers]. There was no running water except a small pump in the kitchen. There was a 'wood' stove [the fuel was pieces of wood]. Water for cooking was heated and food was cooked in and on the stove.


I remember making butter. Momma put milk in a very large jar that I'd put on my knees and rock it back and forth until the jar was half filled with butter. We made ice cream in large wooden tub... aka churn... that contained salt, ice and the metal tub that contained the ingredients for the ice cream.

We heated water for our a baths on a big black pot in the yard, we took the hot water in a bucket inside and poured it into a big tin tub in which we bathed.

When the time came to go home, we were ready... because we were tired from all the work we had done.







Monday, July 23, 2007

Friendships

This is one of my Email Keepers. For me...this says it all. If you really think about it... you will feel the same way too.

Angels do exist, sometimes they don't have wings and we call them friends... For me... you are one of them.
People come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime. When you know which one it is... you will know what to do for that person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die... Sometimes they walk away... Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand... What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it... it is real. But only for a Season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to: Accept the lesson... Love the person... And put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime.

Author Unknown

You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

EMAILS


I wonder if I'm experiencing Email burnout or what? When I got my first PC 10 years ago, I shared every single email I received thinking that it would not be fair or nice to just delete an email because it didn't express me. Thinking that the sender took the time to send it to me... so I should send it on to my email buddies. I don't feel that way anymore... And I'm glad that I don't feel that way now.
I do get annoyed when I receive emails that: say something bad will happen to me if I don't forward that email; those that tell me to write to my senator/congressman about a matter that they are interested in; those that tell me how to pray and who to pray for and try to put me on a guilt trip if I don't forward their email; their political opinions; those jokes/hoaxes/urban legends that have been circulating for years and years. And last but not least the emails that include the hundreds of email addresses of those who were sent that same email before it was sent to me... It annoys me because some many along the way were to lazy to copy/paste or learn how to copy/paste if they don't know how. When I mentioned this pet peeve to someone .. they said 'Not everyone has time to clean up emails as you do'.. I say if you don't have time... don't bother to share emails.
However, I am sincere when I say 'I love my computer because my friends live there'....even those who say 'I don't have time'.
But remember... you have friends that you feel closer to than others... because you share some of the same idiosyncrasies.


You never know who's heart you will touch
when you share a piece of your own.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

A NEW JOURNEY

We're going to Savannah GA by train soon.
After working for an International airline and flying all over the world... I'm curious as to how I'll feel about this mode of transportation. The trip takes almost 11 hours. I'm reminded of my first train ride back in the day. We went from Miami to New York City... on the train called Florida East Coast Silver Meteor... It took us 26 hours to get there. Can you believe?
Racial segregation was the norm at that time. African Americans [were called Colored people] all rode in the same car which was behind the baggage car up in the front part of the train. Only one car was needed beacuse not many Blacks rode the trains..
At meal times the Blacks had to walk back through many moving cars to get to the Dining car. Just as curtains on airplanes are used to separate First class Passengers from the rest of the passengers... the Dining Car had a curtain to separated the Coloreds from the Whites.... The same food was served to all passengers but they could not sit together. When a white family traveled with a child and Nanny... the Nanny had to eat with the other Coloreds. There was no Club car nor a car for sight seeing. There were a couple of sleeping cars which were for the white passengers.
Whenever there was a long layover of 20 or more minutes at a station, the passengers were allowed to get off and stretch their legs. There were vendors on the platform selling fruit, cookies and candy. There was a change of engines at one of the stops enroute. As the train passed through small country towns the people stopped what they were doing and waved at the train.