My mother and father had eleven children and I am right in the middle of them all. Nine girls and two boys!! Unfortunately, he did not live to see them as adults. I was eighteen when he died at the early age of only fifty-seven so I felt I never got to know him. I have memories though, of him taking us fishing, we played in the water catching crabs (I wonder why I had no fear of crabs then but am scared to death to pick one up now??). I remember the Easter egg hunts where he would forget where he hid the eggs and had to help us find them. And I remember he called all the girls "Tootsie" when they were babies. I think it was easier than trying to remember everybody's name! With so many girls in the family it wasn't unusual for him to call us by the wrong name - usually he had to go through the whole list of girls before he got the one he wanted - and he would become very frustrated. Often the last name he would come to would be "Suzanna Jane." We just knew to answer when it got that far - never knew who "Suzanna Jane" was because I didn't have a sister by that name!! Not only was he the father of a lot of girls but he also had my mother's three younger sisters living with them after my grandmother died. And I remember him calling my mother "Flossie" (her name was Florence) and how he would come up behind her while she was cooking and give her a big old bear hug, then often pinching her on the rear before he walked away (don't think we were suppose to see that). I still sing the little song he would sing when we were about to get into trouble - "Oh, me lordy, turn me aloose, and I'll go back to the buzzard's roost". We didn't know what a "buzzard's roost" was but we knew we had better straighten up or we were gonna "get it".
He reminds me of James Dean in his younger days. He was a good ole' boy from the south who often got into trouble, a very strict father but my mother's husband for more than thirty years and she never remarried after he died.
I was raised in the South - where football is every breath we breathe, flip flops are year round, we pull over to let a funeral procession pass, we don't have fireflies - we have "lightning bugs", "tatars and maters" are mandatory, "yall" is a proper noun, chicken is fried, biscuits come with gravy, banana pudding is dessert, we drink "sweet milk" and sweet tea is the house wine, and you NEVER, EVER DISRESPECT YOUR ELDERS, especially family, 'course that is Southern raising.
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God Bless our Military
It is the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of press.
It is the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.
It is the Military, not the politicians, that ensures our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
What my parents taught me....
Religion - "You better pray that comes out of the carpet!" Logic - "Because I said so, that's why" Irony - "Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about". Wisdom - "When you get my age you will understand". Justice - "One day you will have kids, I hope they turn out just like you".
'When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would have not a singe bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything You gave me." '~ Erma Bombeck