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Christmas in West Virginia-2012

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Gee, I am playing around on the computer and just noticed I have really deserted my blog.  I think I must have run out of steam and just let the writings mellow and work by themselves.  I looked at my stats and I actually got lot’s of hits over the last year.  The highest rated story is concerning Life in a WV Coal Camp.

Between writings I have been busy with my yellow page and online advertising agency.  Actually, the economy has hit hard and we have now went to home offices.  I really missed the inter mingle of bodies in the office, but love the home office now.  Smart business people are using home offices more and saving all the office rental money.

Basil and Brenda

Basil and Brenda

Christmas was both happy and sad this year.  On December 23rd our niece’s 13 year old daughter passed away following an asthma attack.  This was totally unexpected and we are all still in somewhat disbelief.  The only thing that has pulled our families through is the prayers, thoughts and God being with us.  Lauren Swann, the deceased touched so many lives and will be missed forever. Our happy part of Christmas was all the family gathering at our house on Christmas Eve.  Even with sorrow…..we cherished the time with our four wonderful grandchildren.  Seeing their excitement when opening their gifts made my heart beat a little faster.

I want to being activating my writing again in 2013.  Sorry it has been so long.

Brenda Hudson

Each Day Is New-Early Life In WV Coal Camp

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yellow6347.wordpress.com/2007/12/10/early-life-in-wv-coal-camp/

This is one of my most viewed post and I want to repost for my viewers.  There has been many searches for information on “West Virginia Coal Camps” and you may have missed my information. 

Please leave me a comment after you visit.

Brenda Woodrum Hudson

Each Day Is New- July in West Virginia

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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”.

Each Day Is New- WV..My Home Sweet Home

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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

Each Day Is New–Snow and More Snow

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Snow is beautiful, but…………….  On Tuesday evening, after a lot of snow, the rain started and then freezing temperatures.  This is not good.  I looked out our family room window and our shrubs looked like glass and the trees were like crystal.  In some respect, they were beautiful.

Mr. B and I were tried and actually headed off to bed around 9:30pm.  We didn’t figure we could do anything to stop the snow and we might as well go to sleep.  We had just dozed off when we heard a loud boom and the electric went off.  We have heard this noise before and knew it was the transformer on the electric pole.  This happened on Tuesday, the 27 th.

Little did we know that thousands of other people were experiencing the same thing.  Huge pine trees that line our street just couldn’t take the weight of the ice and they were on top of the electric lines and would stay there until Friday, the 30th.

We had family nearby with electric and heat and they were more than glad to let us stay with them a few days.  We were inconvenienced, but we had a place to stay.

It is during the crisis that communities and families really reach out.  Neighbors in our sub-division with electric reached out to others  & offered shelter.  We were able to take our  frozen food and keep it in someones freezer. 

We returned home on Friday and our neighbor offered to shovel our drive-way and has delivered our newspaper to our door each day.  Several people knew my husband was very sick during this time and they called to see if we needed anything.

Through this crisis I began to think about all the people who have no home and live in shelters every night.  They are at the mercy of someone giving them a coat that may even be the wrong size, but they are glad to get it.  They have to depend on someones generosity in preparing them a hot meal.   Being cold in the winter is no option for some people.  It was just an inconvenience for me and I need to thank God every day for my blessings.

Each Day Is New-It’s My Blog and I Will Whine If I Want To!

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I know I am always searching for the truth and the right way to get there.  Our life journey can take us down many different roads and the detours seem to take us miles past our goals.  That is life!

I have sincerely been asking God to grant me wisdom to deal with life situations that we face from day to day.  Today has been very trying.  We can see things that we have worked on for a lifetime crumble with a word spoken by others.   I don’t like days like this and I have to wonder how it is playing into the wonderful plan in my life.  I feel like whining and blogging is the next best place to vent.

This afternoon I began thinking of the scripture in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. 

To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under the sun.

A time to be born and a time to die;

a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

a time to kill and a time to heal…

a time to weep and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn and a time to dance…

a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to lose and a time to seek;

a time to rend and a time to sew;

a time to keep silent and a time to speak;

a time to love and a time to hate;

a time for war and a time for peace.

So, today I don’t have to have all the answers, I don’t have to be strong and I can cry if I want.  Even God, in all His Glory thinks it is okay to take time to vent yourself, cry if you need to cry and even be silent.  Take the time to heal your emotions and renew your spirit.  We will then have a time to laugh, a time plan and a time to exit. 

God please grant me the wisdom to use all the knowledge I possess.

 

Each Day Is New-Frog is on the Menu

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Eat That Frog! 21 Great Ways to Stop Procrastinating and Get More Done in Less TimeI have been using a new menu for the last week.  The only item on the menu is “Eat That Frog”.  Yes…Just stop procrastinating and do what you dread.  I read “Eat That Frog!” by Brian Tracy this past summer and it truly did motivate me, most of the time.

We took a family trip to the Smoky Mountain recently and I found some little green frogs with a bell inside.  I bought one for everyone in the office and asked them to put the frog on their desk.  We all had to admit that we had certain duties that we dreaded and we would procrastinate in getting them done.  All of us began looking down and seeing the “little green frog” and it was a reminder to “eat that frog” the first thing each morning.

Sometime we will all just say we have to “eat that frog” today and dive into the project.  I had been procrastinating on some jobs at home and I had to “eat that frog” at home also.  You know…that drawer that needs organized, the closet that needs cleaned, organizing your home office, getting receipts ready for 2008 taxes (yuck).  I have worked for several days over the last two days and most of my documents are ready for IRS.  I “Ate That Frog” and I feel good.

Please follow this link http://eatthatfrogmovie.com/ and you can watch a short movie that will be helpful.

Would you like to “eat that frog” ?

Each Day Is New–Restoring Antiques

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I have always loved the vintage look of antique furniture. It is a blessing to love antiques when you can’t afford to buy brand new furniture.   The craftsmanship and how old antiques are put together is unique.

I look at old furniture and it opens up my thoughts as to who owned this fine or not so fine pieced of furniture?  Wonder who sat in this chair or who held this rolling pin?   How did this piece of furniture end up in a resale shop all scratched and dented?

Some pieces of furniture started out without a scratch and were treated with up most care.  The owner made sure to keep the piece dusted and it was the centerpiece of the room.  Over time, respect was lost for this fine piece and it got stained and scratched and the newness was gone.

Sometimes we are like an old antique that lost the grand shine and are no longer the centerpiece for others to admire.  Our outer shell can become stained with carelessness on our part and the abuse of others.  We look at ourself and we think there is no hope and we might as well give up.

The old antique is rescued from the junk yard by someone that sees the potential and can see the possibilities for the future.  Just as old antique furniture can be restored, so can you and I.  The woodworker takes out the cloth and rubs on the liquid that will remove all the dents, scratches and stains that have accumulated over the years.  His sandpaper will smooth out the rough spots and a new finish will be applied.  This old antique will have a new place in life and will once again be a joy to itself and others.

This same application can be applied by God to our sin stained lives that have gotten burdened and stained over the years.  God is ready when we are ready to take off the old sin stained shell and replace it with a brand new life.  All you have to do is ask Him to forgive you and your life will be like the antique that has a new finish and will have a useful place in life.

The process to restore our antique life can be found in John 3:16: “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life”.  Are you ready to be restored?

Each Day Is New–I Need to Be Reminded

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Everything that goes on in the world around us has an effect on our emotional ups and downs.  The sickness of a child, the unstable economy, financial concerns, losing a loved one and this is just the tip of the iceburg.  Yes, a good beginning to a day can change in a moment and without warning.

I have personally been going through the ups and downs in the last few week and I hated the inner feelings that were taking over my being.  Sometimes things just seem like they are out of “our” control.  I was feeling like I personally had to solve my situation and have the “fix” for everything that was wrong.  I needed to be reminded!

I spent much time in prayer and ask God to give me the wisdom to use my knowledge in my personal life and in my business.  I was a little surprised when I began waking up in the early morning and just thinking about life.  What is God trying to show me?  He let my mind flow back to scripture that reminded me…”I will never leave you or forsake you and will go with you all the way”.  I needed to be reminded!

Last week I sat down at my office desk and I could see a mental picture of a big circle and in the center were me and my two business partners and God was in the very center.  Outside the circle were all sorts of arrows trying to get through the circle.  I was reminded once again that things may be bad, but nothing can separate us from the love and protection of God.  He will be with us and He reminded once again.

Sometimes I feel so “whimpy” when I am not the encourager to others or I am just not feeling on top of the mountain. I think God knew we would “have day’s like this” and He told me:  “All that are heavy laden…cast your cares on me”.  I know He still loves me when I come to Him and whine, ask why and tell Him I need some help.  He reminds me with my own thoughts that He has always been there and He is with me now.

I remember the song, “He Is Still Working on Me” and I realize I am a work in progress and I will never be perfect or will I have all the answers.  I have been reminded by God through His Words.

Each Day Is New–Reading the Beginning

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Some of the most interesting post on this blog begin with some of the earlier post.  I would like to suggest that you go back and read through some of stories about country life, life in a WV Coal Camp and many stories about grandparents.

I will be picking up on some new stories that happened in the ’60’s in the next few days.  In the meantime, look back and read some of the earlier posts.

I really invite you to leave comments.  It is nice to know if any of your writing touchs anyone else.