Sunday, April 26, 2015
Being born in the South gives you an advantage on something's .
Such as some of the language used in describing everyday life in the South.
In case you've never heard about the Southern lingo.
I will share with you some of it I was exposed to in my up bringing.
Speaking Southern lingo.
Trying to catch a pig or fast animal "That thing was as fast as greased lightening."
When going somewhere... a reply to when you might return... "Be back directly."
Children playing with a small cat or dog" You're gona wool that thing to death."
Someone walking in unexpected "Look what the cat dragged in."
When something was really good "You can't beat that with a stick."
Replying to how are you? "Fine as Frog hair."
Children crying "What ya pout in about?"
When something isn't straight "Crooked as a dogs hind leg."
Suddenly finding something that was lost "If it had been a snake it would have bit you."
Enjoying the fruit of your labor "Living high on the hog."
Hope ya, enjoyed speaking the Southern lingo with me .
Speaking true Southern lingo is fading away , the young generation isn't much into it now days.
The lingo was a bit unusual and somewhat funny, but it got the point across, say what ya may about it.
Until Next time. God Bless.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
The best movie ever for me was "Man From CHEYENNE" a western, produced back in 1942.
Starring Roy Rogers and "Gabby" Hayes.
I went to see "Man From Cheyenne " at the Reda Theater in London Kentucky.
I'd never been to a movie theater before, you talk about being over whelmed, I was certainly that.
Seems like it cost us twenty five cents each to get in, and five cents for a pop and some popcorn.
Dad... uncle Tipp... uncle Grover... and myself... attended the movie, we'd all been wanting to see it for awhile.
As we passed by the pop corn stand , Uncle Tipp...insisted on buying us all some pop corn and a pop... "that made a Hugh impression on me".
After we were all seated... we didn't waste any time before tasting the delicious pop corn .
In between mouth fulls and while sipping on the pop, We each gave Tipp a big thank you for his generosity.
Wasn't long until the room darkened... Woody Wood Pecker appeared ... showing off with some of his woodpecker sounds and skills.
After a great performance by Woody, "The Man From Cheyenne" came on.
The Cheyenne story began with rustlers hustling a herd of cattle through a hidden tunnel..
The "SONS OF THE PIONEERS" were singing a western song in the back ground ..
Roy and his horse Trigger along with the rest of the cast were awesome good actors.
But "Gabby" stole my heart; his acting seemed to be so natural to him it was like the part was just made for him.
I still love watching Gabby in the ole westerns.
Man From Cheyenne that night became... my favorite all time Western movie ever... I shall always treasure... getting to see it at the REDA Theater, with Dad Uncle Tipp and Uncle Grover.
Until next time, God Bless.
P.S. the picture I've posted of the Reda Theater I took a few years back before it was torn down .
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
There are two things beyond all else I love; the sound of rain from a tin roof and sleeping in a feather bed.
A feather bed in its self is a soothing and comforting experience.
Adding the dripping rain from a tin roof to it, makes for a good nights sleep.
Many a night during my childhood, I left my windows open, to hear the rain as it pattered on the tin roof.
And to feel and smell the freshness of the air, coming through the curtains.
I could hear the rain pattering on the roof and shifting its way through the branches of the trees at the same time.
Sometimes the rain sounded like a cloud burst, then it would slow down and return to a gentle pattering sound.
While it was changing back and forth you would hear it steadily dripping from the roof.
Making a "Dot Dot sound" sometimes as the drops splashed into an old bucket or tin can.
Been awhile since I've slept in a feather bed with my windows open, and listen to the rain pattering on the tin roof.
Writing this story brought back some good memory's of those times, that I had while I was growing up in Kentucky.
Until Next Time. God Bless.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Family- night... was on Friday nights... at our house when I was growing up, our family and our neighbors, would get together.
To hang out and play card games, sip some coffee,or maybe just catch up on the neighborhood news.
It was a time we all looked forward too...everyone making sure they left that night open to... visit.
Some of the neighbors often said ...we had the most loyal family ever...when it came to getting together on Friday nights .
Grandpa (Cap) Parman loved playing card games... his favorite game was called set-back.
And winning was his primary goal... in fact he played the game so well he was hard to beat.
Cap was certainly tough when he was dealt good cards to play with.
He was at his best playing against our neighbors Corsie and Myrtle Hendrix .
It seemed to me there was... a little rivalry going on between Cap and the Hendrix's.
What ever the reason was... everyone took the game serious and winning was the goal when the game started.
To me it reminded me of watching the... Kentucky Wild Cats College basket ball team... playing in the final four NCAA torment..
Looking back over the years... I was... and still am... very proud to have been part of this family and family nights.
Getting to share the good times we all had was special.
Until Next Week. God Bless.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Growing up I remember how peaceful it was walking by a stream of water, with riffling bubbly sounds that it made, rushing over the rocks.
Stopping sometimes for a bit putting my feet in the cool water and sit there still, and listen to God for awhile.
When ever a thought intruded the quietness, you could place it on a leave, lay it in the stream and watch it as it floated down the stream and disappear into the distance.
In my mind I can imagine no greater peace and quietness anywhere on earth .
Moments like these; taught me the value of time alone with God.
King David put it into words much better than I could ever do; when he wrote the; Psalm 23.
He said the Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul.
This Easter take time out from your busy schedule... sit down some where that is quite and peaceful... and enjoy His presence and what He did for us on the cross.
And while you are there...May you find the renewal of hope, health, love and the wonderful spirit of God bubbling up... all over again in your heart.
"HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE"
Until Next Time. God Bless.