How Sad
Mrs. Beulah GriffisThe lady above was one of our neighbors many years ago when I was a kid. She and her husband ran a grocery store where we bought most of our groceries. She told us this story after it happened.
There was a family who lived near us who had a son who happened to be the bad man of the neighborhood. His parents were very nice people and seemed to be respectable.
However, this young man got a girl pregnant. The baby died when it was born. The lady above graciously offered to drive the man and girl to the funeral since they had no car.
They were on the way to the funeral and the girl said she was thirsty and she wanted to stop and get a popsicle. So the lady stopped at a store and the girl and the young man got out and went in and bought popsicles--can you imagine?--on the way to her baby's funeral!
Sure it is hot in Texas and I am sure the girl might have been very thirsty but she could have asked for just water. Popsicles seemed a little frivolous at such a time!
I do not remember the girl's age but she was old enough to have a little more integrity than that! And the young man was plenty old enough to act better. She probably was not capable of caring for a baby so maybe it was a blessing in disguise.
Foot Stool
Actually, this little stool has never really been used for a foot stool. It has, however, had a special place in our home for all of our married life.
Ford made this stool when he was in high school in a woodworking class. It is made from oak wood and is very sturdy.
We have had it sitting in a corner, or somewhere in plain sight for all of our years of marriage. It sometimes had an ornament of some type sitting on it. I have become so accustom to it that I would be lost without it being somewhere near me. I almost feel a closeness with Ford by having it somewhere within my sight.
It is much of the time covered with dust but I still love it. The dust can be removed. It has never been refinished or touched up with any paint and has the original varnish on it.
It is one of the few items with which I can look at and remember with love my dear husband, Ford. His hand shaped and made this little stool and I will always cherish it. My kids have already argued about who will get it in the end. I will let them fight it out when the time comes! But for now it is MINE.
TV COMMERCIALS
I hate them! Most of them make no sense at all. And I hate the fact that I pay good money to get TV and probably 1/3 of it is commercial time.
I have no choice--I either have to watch the commercials or not watch TV. Muting them out is too much of a hassle so I just put up with it.
However, once in a while someone does come up with a good one! I love the Subaru commercial with the dad coaching his daughter on the safety rules of driving. He is standing at the car window telling her to make sure the seat is right, make sure the seat belts are fastened, the mirrors are adjusted and other things. He tells her to not go on the freeways yet and not to talk on her phone while she is driving.
Then he hands her the keys through the window and we see her. She is a teen age girl about to take her first drive, not the little six year old that we have seen so far and the way he sees her.
I think it is so like a dad to think that way about his little girl. Subaru earns a medal for this commercial.
The two girls in the commercial are real life sisters and the dad is their real life dad.
Hooray for you, Subaru!
Look What Jack Frost Did!
My Garden now>>
My garden last spring(below)
I feel like my best friend has just died. Just today I went out and picked the final few tomatoes that are still usable from my garden. Most of them got frost bitten in the past few days. My garden is literally dead!
I have had tomatoes now for the past two months and I am not tired of them yet. I love tomatoes fresh or cooked. I have them sliced, in salads, on sandwiches, just to eat like an apple or even cooked.
However, the few I have left will only last me for a few more days. I will savor every last bit of flavor that is in them.
The sad thing is, I have decided that this is the last year I will plant a garden. It is getting to be too much for an 83 year old woman. My kids and grand kids would do it for me but they have their own lives and work to do. I have a hard time keeping the weeds down and I have decided it is time to call it quits. The old song, The Gambler, says, "Know when to hold 'em and know when to Fold 'em. I know I need to fold 'em!
I hope the grass grows as well in my garden as well as the weeds do!
CORN
When I was a kid we used to have corn a lot. Sometimes we would eat it off the cob and sometimes we would have it off the cob and cooked in a sauce pan.
My favorite way to have it was in the saucepan. It was the same as corn you get from a can --but much, much better! My mother would slice the tips of the kernels into a saucepan and then take a sharp knife and scrape the rest of the corn off the cob into the pan. Then she seasoned it with bacon grease, or butter, and cook until it was done--only she knew that!
I have bought many different kinds and brands of corn in the can but I have never, ever found any that tastes as good as what she used to cook!
I have also tried to make it myself but not with any success. Maybe corn was just better back in those days. Whatever, my mouth waters for a big helping of that delicious old time corn!
Mrs. Beulah Griffis
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