There will be many different events going on in towns across the United States this week-end. Small towns will fill the streets with an American spirit and the bands will march in the parades. The BBQ grills will be heated and hundreds of hotdogs will be consumed. The red, white and blue American flag will be displayed and families will place flowers on the graves of their loved ones.
How do you celebrate Memorial Day and what does it mean to you? Please post your comments.
I love getting a call and someone asking if the grandkids can be dropped off at my office. Emily needed to go to the doctor with her mom so Matt and Lauren came to my office after school. I called it a day around 4pm and we headed to my house for fun and good times!
On the way we discussed what they wanted for dinner. I made several suggestion, but they said they would like to have “Breakfast for Dinner”. Of course, grandma wants to please the kiddo’s.
We buy Steve Evans Sausage at WalMart and it tastes like homemade sausage from down on the farm. So…….I fried sausage, scrambled eggs fresh eggs, pancakes with sugar free syrup, milk and OJ. Breakfast for Dinner is not something we do often, but it is nice for a change.
I am sure Jamie Oliver would not approve and neither would I if it were done everyday. But you know, some wonderful memories were made by doing something out of the ordinary. They will remember coming to Pawpaw and Mawmaw’s Hudson’s house and swinging on a tire swing, helping water the flowers, planting a pine tree, looking at a bird nest on my door and eating Breakfast for Dinner.
My aunt Marcella passed away a couple of days ago. We visited the funeral home today and paid our honor to she and her family. As I neared the coffin I could see her wishes had been carried out. My 88-year-old aunt always loved the color red and wore it all the time. Today was no exception. Marcella had beautiful red flowers on her casket and she was dressed in a red suit and red loop earrings.
I spent many summers visiting with Marcella’s family. Her daughter, Joyce and I would spend the day playing in the town of St. Albans. Aunt Marcella was a professional seamstress and she could make anything. Joyce always had the most beautiful doll cloths and I sort of felt a little jealous. Her mom would have left over material and it would turn into a doll dress, doll coats and hats.
Marcella was my mother’s oldest sister and they were very close. Marcella and Joyce would come and stay a week with us when we lived in a coal camp in Mammoth, WV. One day Joyce and I decided to play beauty shop. I was about six and Joyce was five….when we became beauticians. I was bossy even then. I talked Joyce into letting me cut her hair and assured her I would be careful. I decided she needed it cut SHORT. Clip, clip, snip all on one side of her head and then….OUR MOTHER’S CAME OUT ON THE PORCH where I was cutting. I thought they were going to faint and we were two scared little girls.
Through the years Marcella’s signature color was always red. I wonder if the Red Hat Society got their idea from her?
I will always cherish my childhood memories at Aunt Marcella’s house. She had a parakeet that laid eggs, a bathtub on claw feet, a wardrobe with lots of hats, a really fast sewing machine, crisp bacon and lots of patience to tolerate two giggling little girls. We would always attend Grace Baptist Temple on Sunday and come home to a Sunday Dinner.
The Lady in Red had lived her many years and brought joy to others. God called her home and I believe she may even get a red robe in heaven.
I sometimes spend a lot of time looking for “things”. Recently it has been my prescription sunglasses that are on “The Most Wanted” list. I have plain old sunglasses, but I need…my…prescription….glasses.
I began searching in the most obvious places. I went to the closet and went through at least twenty handbags and I found stale lifesavers, pens that won’t write, loose change, out of date coupons, but no sunglasses. Okay, they must be in the beach bag. Beach bag searched and no luck. I savaged through dresser drawers, kitchen drawers and sunroom and I just can’t find them.
By now, I don’t think I am the person that lost my…prescription….sunglasses. It must be Basil, my wonderful husband. He is always cleaning out things while I am at the office and he probably trashed them. I am getting more convinced I can’t find what is precious to me because of someone else being irresponsible.
Weeks have now gone by and we are getting more sunshine and beach weather is near. I know by now, I will just have to make an appointment for an eye exam and purchase NEW….prescription…..sunglasses.
That sweet man of mine has been busy all morning cleaning out my car. He is always doing something nice, but I have to double-check the garbage because he will just toss good things. He just pecked on the family room door and he was holding in his hand MY….PRESCRIPTION….SUNGLASSES. I swallowed sort of hard and said, “Where did you find them”? He said they were in your car console down under some junk and Christmas CD’s.
He handed them to me and just smiled.
Loosing what is precious because of all the things that are not precious. What is precious in our lives sometimes gets covered up by all the “stuff” in our lives and we miss golden moments that will never return. Are all the hours spent working robbing you of the precious time you have with your family? Do you have so much “stuff” that you don’t have time for just a few hours of worship time with God? Don’t be like me and blame someone else for your precious things becoming missing items. Most usually the most precious things in your life are right where you left them.
Simple events can be life lessons.
What a difference a day makes….24 little hours. Up at the top of “feel good” and we can have the world by a string. The brakes go to the floor and emotions change all of a sudden to something we don’t understand.
Today I feel invisible. I really do. I don’t feel a real demand for any of my abilities and I feel anyone else could do it better. I feel like I am something that just goes along with the package. A good wife. A business partner. A mother. A grandmother. I compare myself to others and something I feel so inadequate.
I keep repeating “I feel”. I just remembered by dad always told me we just can’t go on feelings…we must function on faith. Okay, I am getting some answers to this awful “feeling”. (1) I have been married 49 years and no not all were wonderful, but through faith we are very happy and still in love. (2) Hudson-Gillmor Associates has been in business for 10 years and I know this business was started on FAITH. (3) God richly blessed me with a heart of a mother. Early years were sometimes hard. We had two in college at the same time and we depended on faith for grants, jobs and parking spaces at MU. (4) GRANDMOTHER: Yes, faith here too. We waited 11 years for prayers to be answered. I always wanted to be a good grandma like my “Granny Woodrum”.
I feel much better and not quite so whinny. I needed to recall some blessings and to know tomorrow will be better. I can see my arm and legs…so I am becoming visible again.
Yesterday ….on a scale from one to ten was a good 9. I have been thinking about how I can make today equal with yesterday. I am not traveling and looking at beautiful scenery, but let’s see where we can go with this.
To begin with, I am looking at a wall behind my computer that has multiple pictures of all four grandchildren. Matthew was the first and formost amoung all these kiddo’s. Followed by Emily, Lauren and Zoe. They are truly a priceless gift.
I can hear my washer tugging, tugging, tugging away. The poor washer always gets all the dirty clothes, but it is so faithful. Thankful!
I see a stack of paid receipts (that need to be filed) on my desk. I can remember a time long ago where there wasn’t enough money to have a stack of paid receipts. Oh, how God so richly blesses us. We have more than we deserve and I am THANKFUL!
I just picked up at least five pair shoes in my family room. I have a habit of just stepping out of them. Some people don’t even have shoes. I am blessed!
I complain about the cost of medicine and health care, but both are available. I can’t imagine going through life without enough money for the medicine that makes you function. I am blessed….even if the price is too high!
I could meditate and count blessings all day. It was good to STOP and take time to reflect on all the beauty and blessing in my life?
Do you have any blessings you would like to share?
Basil and I just wanted to get “out-of-town” for the day. We really didn’t know where we were heading until I mentioned Fayetteville, WV. We have no problem making a wonderful adventure out of a simple drive.
Of course, we took mostly back roads and childhood memories began to arise to the present. I remembered going to Hawks Nest and up the Gauley River as a child. There used to be a blue camper on a big rock at Glen Farris, but it has been replaced with a rustic cabin.
We finally arrived in Fayetteville and neither of us could remember being here in years. This is such a historic town and many facilities for the people who enjoy white water rafting. We had lunch at Pies and Pints and the quality of the pizza and salad was outstanding. I can’t wait until they open in Charleston!
We took the drive down the one way road that goes under the New River Gorge Bridge. I thought it would be scary, but I really enjoyed the drive. I have lots of pictures to PROVE we actually did it.
We drove on to Sutton and some quick stops at the Flatwoods Outlets. I am really not impressed with these stores and we headed back to Scott Depot.
I am totally amazed at the insight God used when He created the West Virginia Hills. We have black diamonds under ground and mountains like no other.