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Brenda Woodrum Hudson
I am a make a list person and need to check it twice. Before starting a trip all reservations must be made and confirmed or I get frantic. Well, my adventuresome husband is helping me overcome my fear of traveling without confirmations.
Of course, being a minister he just said we will pray about it and all will be fine. My faith was not quite so strong on this issue, but I remembered there is a verse about being “submissive” to your husband. Now why in the world would I suddenly remember this verse? I thought I would try it.
Basil was so protective of my fear of not knowing where we would stay each night. He started looking for available lodging around 4pm. The first night we stayed on the northern end of the Blue Ridge Parkway at VA Peaks of Otter Lodge (Mile Post 86). I probably would never have ordered this online, but I actually liked the room. Everything was quite rustic. The furniture was made out of sort of rough lumber and painted in brown tones. We had no phone, no internet and no TV…..but we talked to each other.
This is a “by the way” comment on room rates. The traveler is really paying their share of taxes. Room Charge ($107.10) State Tax ($5.36) Local Tax ($5.35) Virginia Tax ($13.09).
Why are we so conformed to our personal traditions? Why don’t we just let go and experience the freedom around us? Why are we afraid to be submissive to those who love us most?
We ate in the lodge by a window that overlooked a huge lake. We could see the fish jumping up for their dinner, watch traveler walk around the lake and pause to thank God for our food and his blessings on us. All of this, by just by being submissive and facing my fears.
I think I like it.
Basil and I had lunch under the big oak trees in our front yard today. I have a picnic table in the back yard and a lovely table and chairs on the deck, but something was calling for the yard. We have two gravity reclining lawn chairs and this was a nice place to relax.
I could see our American Flag flapping in the breeze of this July day. I couldn’t keep from thinking of all the people who have helped keep us FREE and it is an honor to see Old Glory. My grandpa, Pearl Lucas Woodrum-WW I and my dad, Donald Edward Woodrum-WW 2 were only two of thousands who are American heros.
I closed by eyes and the coolest July breeze brushed across my skin and I almost felt like I was on the beach. I sneaked and opened my eyes and I was still in WV…oak trees and all. I again closed by eyes and I could hear many birds giving out their calls, bugs clicking in the trees and the smell of smoke in the distance. Just listen…..Just listen…….The branches hanging from my oak trees were dancing with the breeze and actually keeping rhythm.
Ouch!!! I felt something sting my hand. It was something I hadn’t seen all summer. A sweat bee. Sweat bee’s are tiny, tiny little bee’s that only sting lazy people (or so my mom always said). Well, I was being lazy today.
I am anticipating all the 4th of July events in a few days, but today was priceless. I shared a tuna sandwich with the man I love for time and eternity, the breeze was cooling us and God’s creation was tapping on my shoulder. Sometime we just need to slow down and look around us.
“Be still and know I am God”.
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It is Labor Day week-end and a time for picnic’s, family gatherings and getting in the last vacation day’s before the end of summer.
Are we really thankful for our job’s or do we just complain each day? It is time for me to take a new look at myself this Labor Day and count my blessings.
Our worship service was really fun this morning and we learned a lot about each other. Each person was asked to wear their work clothes or something that was symbolic of their job. My job revolves around the yellow pages print, online advertising and direct mail. Idearc gave us some promotional material and I wore my SuperGuarantee yellow cape. The people in the medical field wore their scrubs and told a little about their job. We have mechanics, students, teachers, lab techs, farmers, and too many more to mention. It was fun learning more about the people we worship with each week.
Basil Hudson, the pastor (and my husband) reminded us we need to be as prepared for our spiritual work as we are to our daily jobs. There are many ministries within the church and workers are welcome. We need to be more than “sponge Christians” that just soak up and never give back with our talents. Many churches are full , but the workers are few.
Finding balance between job, family and God is essential in my life. I want to evaluate my life and set new goals. Labor Day has helped bring this need to my attention.
I want to walk my talk.
- West Virginia Peace
Basil and I had a free day and thought we would go on one of our wild and wonderful trips. We knew it would be in West Virginia and all in a day time drive. We were looking for something and knew where to find it.
We spent some time at Babcock State Park over 40 years ago and remembered the serenity and peace of this remote and quite place. This would be one of our destinations today.
We have three vehicles, but this would definetly be a “trucking” day. We stopped at Hawk’s Nest State Park and realized it looked the same as it did years ago. I remember going to Hawk’s Nest with my parents as a child. Back then, there were souviner shops all along the road and vendors hung out bedspreads for people to purchase. Most of the shops have been closed. The mountains are the one thing that still hold the beauty and tranquility of West Virginia. No one can change it.
We finally arrived at Babcock State Park and it was like a place where time had stood still. We rolled down the truck windows and let the breeze rustle our hair and cool our faces. Most of the cabins were still nestled in the overgrowth of mountain laurel and thick pine trees. It was so quite you could hear the water rushing over the boulders in the creek and in the distance you could hear the birds singing.
We drove through the park and recalled memories of staying in one of the cabin years ago. The cabins are well equipped with electric and moden appliances and most have a fireplace. I just needed to smell the smoke from the chimney to make the scene perfect.
The green trees were like a canopy over us as we drove through a tiny one lane road. The darkness under the trees provided a perfect place for thousands of ferns to find a place to present their message. The deer were at peace as they ate their fresh greens in the fields.
We borrowed some of this peace from Babcock today. This was a good time to reflect and learn how to pray for those that are hurting. I felt so close to God and just took time to talk to Him. We can find peace in the most unusual places.
West Virginia has many places where you can leave your burden and pick up a smile. Try it!
I put a beautiful grapevine wreath with a floral arrangement on my deck this spring. In a few days a robin had discovered a beautiful place to start her nest. I really think I watched love in motion with every twig that she carried to the wreath. Many flights and pieces of straw later, she had a safe place to lay her eggs.
Three little eggs soon appeared and you could see the connection of a mother bird to be. Diligently she stayed with the eggs and didn’t hesitate to give chase to the blue jays or anything else that came near her eggs. She already loved what would soon be her babies.
Two eggs hatched and hungry babies soon were peeping and wanting food. We have watched her fly from the nest to gather worms and come back with two hungry mouths open. Many flights throughout the day and many feeding later to care for the babies. I can see the love in what she does.
We kept seeing the mother bird come to the nest and pick up a white pearl sized ball. I did a little research and found this is a fecal sac that comes out of babies for a while. The mother loves the babies so much she picks it up and removes it from the nest. Call it what you may….I call this love.
Yesterday she had really been quite busy hunting for food. I watched as she decided to take a break for herself. She perched on the back of a patio chair and ruffled all her feathers and started grooming herself. All the while, she never took her eyes off the nest. She flew back to the nest for a brief time…just to look at the babies and see if they were okay. I know she loves these babies.
We were eating our 4th of July lunch when the first baby quickly flew from the nest and only one bird was in the nest. I am sure the mother robin is now pulled in two directions. She loves both babies and wants to care for the one learning to fly and have time to care for the one still in the nest. A mother’s love goes beyond bounds…even with birds.
My heart became very humble as I observed and compared my own motherly instincts with this little robin. This little bird cared for her babies far better than some humans. She prepared for the birth, cared for the babies night and day and taught them how to fly. The whole time I had my two children in the “nest” was a time to care and teach them to fly on their own.
My children are now grown and have a family of their own, but the mother in me remains the same. I want what is best for my children and I never want to see someone hurt them or make them suffer. I hope I taught them how to fly and how to avoid the beast of prey. God, this mother prays a deep prayer of concern and ask you to protect them now.
The robin and I have a lot in common. We can see inspiration all around us, if we only look and open our hearts.
I can’t compare living in WV to another state. I was born in WV and I have lived here all my life. My ancestors before me chose rural Lincoln County and my legacy began.
My mother’s maiden name was McClure and our ancestors originated from Ireland. The first McClure in our line was Richard McClure and he arrived in Culpeper, VA in 1700. Other McClure’s in the clan soon arrived in Culpeper and headed out to claim their own farms. These people were wild, brave and adventuresome.
It just blows my mind to realize that the McClure clan traveled by wagon (there were no car’s and few roads) from Culpeper to Yawkey, WV. This is a long trip, even by car.
Over a hundred or more years later their legacy lives on in the families that still lives, works and plays in WV. We have kept our roots in a state of which we are proud. Yes, we are unique. We talk different than someone from Illinois, but we shouldn’t apologize. Our speech is who we are and from where we live. As West Virginian’s, we have built our homes here, spent our lives in the workforce, established our places of worship and voted for the political figures that lead the state.
Stand up and be counted as a proud West Virginian. Pass on your heritage and the great stories of our ancestors to your children and grandchildren. Pull out those old family pictures and tell the children how their ancestors arrived in West Virginia and how they survived hard times.
My Home Sweet Home
We have been going through an old trunk and sorting out some family pictures. The old trunk is full of pictures of those we loved and adored. Basil and I would pull out some pictures and remember the event or laugh at the fashions.
I found this picture of my husbands family. This is the Clinton D. Hudson and Eufa Hudson family of South Charleston, WV. (left to right children) David, Paul, Ester, Naomi on dad’s lap, Basil on mom’s lap, Annabelle standing and Carter. A few years later Rachel and Sharon would be added to this family.
This family lived on the Middle Fork of Davis Creek most of their lives. Paw-Paw Hudson worked at Carbide Chemicals and spent long hours to provide for his family. Of course, Maw-maw was a stay at home mom until later in her life.
I wonder how people were able to take care of laundry for such big families. Most everyone at that time washed clothes by hand or by a wringer washer. Many country people even had to carry their wash water…..and we think we have it hard. Can you imagine feeding nine children?
The Hudson family in general were always noted for their musical and singing abilities. Even to this day, many of these children are play the piano, lead the church choir and sing solo and in groups.
I married Basil 48 years ago and I became a member of a wonderful family. I am glad that his parents were Christian examples and taught him to love God.
I wonder if anyone will find an old picture of us in 30 years and laugh at our silly fashions? Will our current mode of living not be understood by our grandchildren? Oh no, what if all our pictures are on a disk and so outdated that non of the new tech can open them? I had better go to CVS tomorrow and have all the pictures on the disks printed.
No, I didn’t say dinner. We had a country supper this evening and it was yummy. When I lived in Lincoln county it was always called supper during the week and dinner on Sunday. So much for that!!
I didn’t have a clue what I was cooking this evening, but it all just fell together. I needed something fast and easy. Here goes…. I made salmon cakes, sweet peas, mashed potatoes and homemade cornbread. Simple and tasty.
This is how I make my salmon cakes.
1 can of pink salmon
bread crumbs (I buy a can of seasoned bread crumbs)
Open the can of salmon and drain the liquid. The salmon has been cooked and packed in the can. Empty the whole can in a bowl. You don’t have to remove the bones and skin. Just take a wooden spoon and mash the salmon until all broken apart. Add the egg and stir well. Add enough of the bread crumbs to make the salmon stick together so you can make it into patties. You can usually get about seven patties from one can.
Add corn oil to your skillet and let it get hot. Add the salmon patties to the pan and brown well on each side.
Sometimes I buy Teays Valley Cornbread Mix or Martha White Self Rising Cornbread Mix. The secret to any good cornbread is using buttermilk instead of regular milk. And of course, you have to bake it in an iron skillet.
You may not be one bit interested in what I had for “supper”, but I enjoyed telling you about it.
What is your favorite county meal?
I looked at my Blog Stats and my blog has a reading of someone who’s heart is barely beating. Perhaps I need to be shocked back into writing daily.
It was only yesterday that I was a little girl with dreams of being a teen. Almost 47 years ago I was married to the love of my life and over the years we had two wonderful children. Finally, four wonderful grandchildren that are “the most special in the world”.
I have always thrived in business management and ownership and thought I would never want to quit. I began by scaling back and not working on Friday and now 24 hours a week as owner/consultant. I LOVE IT! My two other business partners are very capable of handling most situations and can depend on me for consulting and helping them.
Basil’s job as pastor and mine in business have prevented us spending the time together that we desired. I will never look back and wish I would have spent more hours at the office, but I may wish I had more family time. Only working 24 hours or so a week is opening up doors to help others. I love visiting the sick and elderly with Basil. I seem to go to lift them up and I am the one that leaves feeling better.
Basil was not obligated to our church this morning and he accepted an invitation to be the speaker at The Community Church in Lincoln Co. This was a wonderful time of seeing children we knew who are now married and have children of their own. It brought back so many good memories to see the McClure Family sing during the devotion. I thought Basil’s message on “Enjoy the Journey” was very touching and well accepted.
We arrived at the church a little early so we drove on through Yawkey, WV. We lived in Yawkey for 17 years and moved from there in 1982. Many of the older houses, including my parent’s home are still there. As we drove, my memories triggered wonderful thoughts of my life when we were younger.
Where did the time go?