The Storm

January 31, 2017

Suddenly, there were black clouds swirling on the porch! I saw them clearly. A deafening roar…all is in darkness…then an unnatural quiet. It was before dawn on March 21, 1949. It was my sixth birthday, and we had just experienced a tornado. The weather had been exceptionally unsettling that morning. My mama had awakened me and I was sitting on my dad’s lap when the tornado hit. As the storm moved on, and the night gave way to the morning’s light, it was obvious our neighbors had not fared as well as us. Not knowing what would await them, grim-faced,…

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Miss Ruby

January 24, 2017

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Miss Ruby had long dark hair and she wore makeup. I remember the red lipstick and red nail polish. She was kind, she spoke softly and smelled wonderful. One day, when my braids were very tight, she loosened them for me. Ahh what a relief it was! It’s been almost seven decades since I’ve seen Miss Ruby but I remember her like it was yesterday. Do you remember your first grade teacher? I wonder if teachers ever realize what an impact they have on their students. If you are a…

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No Bull!!!!

January 17, 2017

What motivates a 6-year-old to do what a 6-year-old does? It must seem like a good idea to them at the time. Here is my true story as a 6-year-old. It was a sunny spring day in bluebonnet country. The bees were busily pollinating, the butterflies were floating from flower to flower and the mockingbirds were singing their songs. Life was good. School had been dismissed and I decided to visit Aunt Millie instead of getting on the school bus and going home. I had to cross two pastures and navigate a road to get to Aunt Millie’s. A disagreeable…

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Epiphany

January 10, 2017

The air was cold and crisp and full of magic and wonder. The neon cross at the top of the sixty-five foot steeple cast a soft light that bathed the country side. The farm families were gathered to sing the songs celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ one last time for the Christmas Season just ended. Epiphany, the Season of Light, was beginning. The first Sunday in Epiphany focuses on the Baptism of Jesus Christ in the River Jordan and the last Sunday in Epiphany celebrates the Transfiguration of our Lord. The Sundays in between highlight His Ministry here on…

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January 2, the Ninth Day of Christmas

January 3, 2017

Ever wonder if there is a deeper meaning to the Song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas”? There is! Here is the explanation of the Ninth day of Christmas: The nine ladies dancing represents the Nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit as found in Galatians 5:22…”But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” “……out of that loves comes the fruits of joy, which is love’s strength; peace, which is love’s security; patience, which is love’s endurance; kindness, which is love’s conduct; goodness, which is love’s character; faithfulness, which is love’s confidence; gentleness,…

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December 26, Second Christmas Day

December 27, 2016

Who had ten brothers and sisters and twenty-five nieces and nephews? My mother did. Second Christmas Day was a tradition in our community that was brought over from the “Old Country”, Germany. It was a special day to spend with our grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Each family brought something delicious to eat. The adults caught up with all the family gossip and the young cousins played with each other and renewed that special bond that only cousins have. Christmas Eve was for worship services and gift giving. Christmas Day was for morning church service and a day spent with…

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A Tiny House with Large Christmas Traditions

December 20, 2016

Christmas Eve has always been a magical time for me. The anticipation of the Children’s Christmas Eve Church Service; Santa coming to Aunt Millie and Uncle Willie’s house; and the special meal that was shared by our families. More than a dozen family members gathered in a house not much larger than my den. Aunt Millie was my god-mother and she always remembered me with my favorite foods on Christmas Eve. The menu would include fresh pork sausage from the family smokehouse, fried potatoes with onions, canned peaches from her pantry with lime jello and fresh whipped cream. And, to…

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First Memory Verse for Christmas Eve Service

December 13, 2016

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in their fields keeping watch over their flocks by night.” (Luke 2:8 KJV) I had rehearsed it for weeks to be sure I could recite it perfectly. I was five years old and it was my first time to be part of the Children’s Service on Christmas Eve. The children told the Christmas Story in verse and song. This was a German Lutheran tradition brought by German immigrants to America. At the end of the service, another tradition was followed. The Elders of the church gave a small brown paper bag…

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Uncle John the Carpenter

December 6, 2016

Sally Mudd did not have a proper bed. This was unacceptable for my dad’s Uncle John. I was asked to spend a couple of days with Uncle John and his wife. While I was visiting them, he built a lovely little bed for my dolly. It had rails on the sides, slats on the bottom and four little wooden wheels. It was the perfect size for Sally Mudd. A little mattress and quilt added the final touches. The little bed resides in our guestroom. It looks wonderful and the wheels still roll thanks to the fine carpentry of Uncle John.

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Sally Mudd

November 29, 2016

Grandma Pohlmeyer’s death and funeral were quite the experiences for a just turned four year old. But I’m going to save that for another day. Today I want to tell you about Sally Mudd. Being a sharecropper’s daughter had some disadvantages. One, being poor; I mean really poor. Three room shack, wind whistling through the cracks in the walls, no electricity, no indoor plumbing, looking at the stars through the cracks in the ceiling, scorpions making themselves at home in your bed, outhouse poor. My grandfather Pohlmeyer wanted me to have a doll. He instructed my Aunt Maggie to buy…

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