I became a mother at the young age of 21 years old and knew very little about the position. No one gave me a job description, I didn’t know the position would be 24/7 and it was truly on the job training. Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining.
The older women in my family gave me wonderful examples of being a good MOTHER. I had grandparents, aunts and my own mother from which I learned. My mother made sure her children were taught manners, our clothes were always clean, brushing your teeth was important and that God is to be first in your life.
All through my children’s childhood I did the best job possible and prayed to God that it was right. I read in the Bible if I trained up my children in the way they should go that they would not depart. My faith was in God and His promises.
Parents make many sacrifices to see the needs of their children are met. I can remember not buying shoes or clothes for myself in order to buy for my children. I don’t regret it and would do it again.
Tomorrow my adult children will visit and I think they have turned out exceptionally well. The most important thing in their life is their faith and acceptance of God. I am sure they have new ideas on parenting, but the basis of it all is your love for God and family.
Sometimes I wish I could have a few days and my children would be little again. Well, that is not going to happen. The next best thing is having grandchildren. I can sort of spoil them and then give them back to their parents.
My mother and grandparents have passed, but they left me something money can not buy. Thanks, mom.
This is my message for the day.
Memories of the past seem to be more exciting than when the events were actually happening. County life in rural West Virginia during the 60’s and 70’s was peaceful and neighbors would just drop in to visit. Life was just about what you made it.
You didn’t eat out every other day since there were very few restaurants at Yawkey. Most women were stay at home mom’s who cooked for their family every day. It wasn’t unusual for my neighbor, Jean to bring us several slices of fresh baked apple cake for dinner. I, in turn, would take them homemade pie when I made one. Rosemary and Sally lived across the road and both were excellent cooks. Mrs. Brumfield was in her 80’s and could bake the best squash pie you could hope to eat. I still use Rosemary’s recipe for Congo Cookies and Eloise had a recipe for Texas Lizzies that our out of this world. I hope to start posting some of these recipes on this blog. I wish me and my neighbors in 2008 were like my neighbors in Yawkey, WV.
Neighbors helped each other with jobs around the house. I remember us needing a walkway after making a new door opening. Two of Basil’s long time friends said they would be out on Saturday to help with the concrete. When the word got out that you were having trouble with your hot water tank…..a neighbor was there to help. It wasn’t unusual to have a casserole delivered when you were sick. There was no fear of being robbed if you stopped to help someone with a flat tire and you may have even picked up someone thumbing for a ride. This was the time and atmosphere where my family grew up. Somewhere, sometime, all this seemed to sort of stop. How sad.
What can I do to make my neighborhood in 2008-2009 more loving and caring. It may start with me not being so tied up with my business, my family and my concerns and take time to take a casserole or hot cake to my neighbors. Let me be more caring, more concerned and more giving.
It is 2008 and I am living in the present and reflecting back over the years. I can’t remember a time in my life that we didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving with all our family around the dinner table. Reflections take me back to my Granny Woodrum preparing a Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings. The smell of the turkey would drift through the house and make your mouth water. Homemade pumpkin pies, hot rolls, turkey dressing and most of all family were the highlights of the day.
As time went by, I began to be the “designated cook” for the holiday meals and would invite all the parents, siblings and grandparents to my house. I tried to set the same traditions that I had experienced through out my life. I had learned by example, how to make the traditional dishes for these meals.
It is Thanksgiving 2008 and only the memories of the parents and grandparents remain, but I love all the loving thoughts that have been implanted in me. My mom would have wanted cranberry relish and that will be on my table today. Somehow, this helps me remember her although she has been gone six years. Daddy would have said, “Pass the gravy” and laughed. There is gravy on my table.
My guests will be husband, sister, sister-in-law, son, daughter-in-law and those great grandchildren. I love having all these people in my house with their feet under my table. I am glad those before me showed me how to love the holiday’s and appreciate your family. Most of all, I am glad for my Christian heritage and being taught that God is to be praised and thanked for all our blessing.
This world is in a terrible mess. The economy is falling apart, families are in crisis, the terrorist have just killed more innocent people, children are starving, people don’t have a coat or shoes, some look for food daily and the list goes on and on. You see, if we have food to eat and a place to sleep we are blessed.
From my house to yours………Happy Thanksgiving from West Virginia!!
It really doesn’t take much effort to have a wonderful evening after the first snowfall. I made a big kettle of beef vegetable soup, Mr. B brought in the firewood, Christmas gifts are being wrapped and a fire in the fireplace. The Christmas tree is lit, the overhead lights are lowered and IT IS TIME FOR A FOOTBALL GAME. OH, NO!
It has been so peaceful sitting with my favorite man on the sofa and hearing the wood crackling and sending out heat in the family room. A cup of warm cocoa out of a big white coffee cup and the evening couldn’t be better.
I peeked out the front window and the nativity scene in the front yard looks so pretty against the white snow. We don’t want anyone to forget that the celebration is all about a baby born in a manger and named Jesus.
You can’t go out an buy an evening like this one.
For over fourty-three years of my married life, we had a traditional Thanksgiving at our house. Grandma, Grandpa, aunts, uncles, kids, grandkids and even some unexpected drop in people would eat our feast. I enjoyed all the work involved and don’t regret any of the time it required.
Mr. B and I decided we would like to go to the Smoky Mountain and invited “baby sister’s” to go along. Ms. Sharon and Ms. Bev were only 10 years old when we married and they have always been close to us.
We had so much fun recalling old memories, laughing at everything and remembering all of our blessing. It seemed like everything was funny and our jaws were aching from all the fun. This was a good time for everyone.
We had fun waiting in line at the Old Mill for over two hours for the best Thanksgiving dinner in the Smokies. We walked in the rain, got ideas in craft shops, shopped for Christmas gifts for our grandkids, drove around and looked at all the Christmas lights and laughed even more.
I really enjoyed our Thanksgiving 2007, but I miss the traditional Thanksgiving. I feel a little guilty of not planting Thanksgiving memories for my children and their children.
Mr. B and I decided we needed a few days in INHALE AND EXHALE and there is no better place than Canaan Valley. This is the perfect time of the year to see the leaves at their peak and see the beauty of the fall season.
We stayed in the Canaan Valley Lodge and woke up each morning to see the fog over the valley and the sun peaking through the clouds. The deer would graze in the yard and they would eat apples from your hand.
The vastness of the wilderness is beautiful and also dangerous. An 18 year old boy was lost in the Dolly Sods area while we were visiting that area. He was found alive today after spending four days lost in the wilderness. This boy was autistic and is unable to talk and tell anyone of his terrible experience. Many prayers were answered when he was found.