Thursday, October 30, 2008
Costumes '08 -- Take One
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Last of Arkansas, Plus a Left Hook?
There are cotton fields all over the place there and we pulled over so Sammie could see one up close. Brian and I got into a little tiff about whether or not it would be ok for Sam to keep some of it. I don't know if you can tell, but this field had already been harvested once. Want to weigh in with your opinion? Stealing or education?
I wish the photos were better, but they give you the idea. There's just nothing like a visit with good friends. We had a great time at the park with the Adcock's, out to dinner, and at their fantastic church. I was so blessed by Darrell's worship set in their chapel. (He's their Worship Director) They have several venues and it was a blessing that he was leading in the traditional setting, so that Grandaddy would really enjoy it, too. I know there's a reason God separated us, but I tell Him frequently, how I just don't like it one bit! I'm glad He's more patient than I am.
I started to put this post together yesterday in the waiting room of a doctor's office. On the way out of said doctor's office, Grandaddy bit the dust. Though I didn't see protruding bones, I was concerned about the blood I did see and the blood I, perhaps, could not see, so we went to the ER for the afternoon. I didn't document the bruises and scrapes on his knee, hands and elbow, which would support a story that he actually fell. This photo could make me look very, very bad, except that I'm right handed and I do sorta like the guy.
Amazingly, nothing was broken, cracked or damaged in any permanent way. Is this guy tough or what?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Be A Flirt, Lift Your Shirt
Friday, October 24, 2008
Land of a Thousand Nooks
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
How Grandaddy Came to Live With Us
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sweet What?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
En Garde
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Two Old Men and A Kindred Spirit
I remember MANY years ago, Grandmother and Grandaddy both saying they never spent much time with people their own age, because it made them feel old. So, by "younger" it could have been people they'd worked with who'd been 20 years younger (and still pretty old to me) or it could have been the very young military families that moved in their trailer park for a stint at Eaker air force base.
So, this retired professor is a very well-read man having his p.h.d. in library science. Grandaddy said it was all he could do to finish 11th grade. Dave has traveled the world as a lecturer and Grandaddy traveled the country following whatever construction jobs would put food on the table. He and Grandaddy couldn't have very much in common, but they hit it off very fast. They talked about everything during those meals and Dave Kaser was the only good thing Grandaddy ever said about Redbud Hills.
As they visited in our kitchen yesterday, I heard them talk about a little bit of everything. Old jobs, old times, Dave's international travels and Grandaddy's 30 some-odd moves around this country.
Grandaddy shared about the day Grandmother died and cried about the fact that he couldn't get to the hospital in time when he knew she was asking for him. Dave comforted him.
And he stood at the door, watching him drive away for a long time trying not to let me see him cry.