The sands of time.........

 

Our DS will be 47 years old tomorrow, I always ask him how he got to be that old, the years have gone by so quickly.  It seems like only  a few years ago that he was living at home, going to school, and beginning his own life.

 

When he was 14 years old, DH helped him buy his first car and he's never slowed down.  These two pictures are him checking one of the race cars that the two of them have had.  He's so talented and works so hard, and they have won many races, including Alabama State Championships and National Championships.

 

They are BFF's and have a wonderful relationship.  We are so blessed that our children are loving and respectful to us and all the people that they meet.  (Both of them would hate that of all the pictures, I chose to use this one.)

 

My "little boy", and his daddy.  It seems like yesterday that I was in the hospital, checking his tiny fingers and toes.  DH didn't see him until he was 6 months  old because he was in the Army and in Viet Nam when he was born.  My Daddy called him his fishing partner and Mom showed him how to cook and be "self-sufficient ", so his future wife wouldn't have to wait on him hand and foot.

 

He's the father of 6 children, 3 grandchildren, (with another one on the way), and has taught them respect and love for others.  His greatest heartache was the death of his 13 year old daughter when she was killed in a car accident, but his faith in God has helped him through it, (although we don't always understand God's reasoning) and he says one of these days he knows he will see her again and understand.

 

As a Mama, I could write a book, I'm so very, very  proud of this young man and love him dearly.  So I'll close and save something for another day.

 

Hope y'all have a blessed evening, and thanks for stopping by........

Doilies & chores

These are pictures of some thrift shopping. I use these for decorating and save the ones my mom has made thorugh the years to add beauty to my house. She has made so many - she always says it was the cheapest entertainment for the money, "a big ball of thread for a little money". I'm lucky to also have some of the doilies my paternal grandmother made. My maternal grandmother was the baker of the family and her homemade bread was the tastiest. The other day, I had a taste for homemade bread and not being a good baker I bought a loaf of something at Wal Marts. Before I knew it, half the loaf was gone --- sometimes I think I'd like to have a bread machine but I'd probably be as big as the side of a barn if I had one.

Isn't it strange how certain smells or tastes bring back such memories. My Grandma Patton always made butterscotch pudding and homemade bread for us when we visited her. We usually visited during the summer and had all the garden goodies from the traveling produce truck. Dose anyone remember the "traveling produce trucks" that used to come through the neighborhood for folks that didn't grow their own veggies? My grandfather was a coal miner, they lived on a little piece of land, with not much growing space, so they never had a garden of their own. He did raise honey bees during the depression so the family could have honey and he sold a little of it to the neighbors. Theer's alsp stories of the moonshine still in the basement but the family won't talk much ablout it -- I need to remember to ask my mom.

I just read the cutest blog of a husband taking care of a wife, who has recently had surgery.. you have to give him credit for trying. Isn't it strange how men just think the house "takes care of itself" but they don't know how to wash clothes without the underwear getting pink, or looking at the dates on packages so the money isn't wasted on expired items.

Memories, children

In August 2000 we disbaned, shut-down, or quit trucking. The family had a trucking company and the economy and other factors helped us make the decision to close shop and bring the trucks home. Anyway, we moved from a LARGE older home and had to put alot of my household goods in storage. With my daughter's help, we got in the storage van last Sat, took out lots of boxes and I went through a lot of items, trying to find places for all of my "treasures" in a much smaller house. There were items from my mom, my grandma, MIL, aunts and even an antique plate from an uncle.

As I opened some of the boxes, the tears started flowing - I can't decide why - maybe because I can finally have some of my treasures or the memories from the past. There were books given to my children, who are now 41 and 34 and toys from the small grandkids who are now 24 - 18, and even some that belonged to our lil' angel who now lives in heaven with God.

I don't know what I'd do without her help. She's supportive in anything I want to try and, bless her heart, she's a good person and mother. My son is also helpful but doesn't live right next door to me so he's not called upon as often but he stil loves me. As I look back on their childhood, I now feel like there were times when I should have done things differently but neither one of them seem to hold anything against me - God, I hope not and I'm thankful for their love and devotion.

It seems like most of my posts are about my family, but honestly, I do a lot of sewing, quilting and a little gardening. I need to show ya'll some of my sewing projects, maybe tomorrow.