In honor of teachers today. For all that you do, thank you. Respect & honor to you. Remembering the teachers that I have had thru the years of school, church, and all types of learning - the one that stands the tallest, and closest to my heart, is Mrs. Pogue, my first grade teacher at Houston Elementary in Sulphur Springs TX. She was not only kind, patient and loving, to a little 6 year old girl straight out of the country (think Beverly Hillbillies country ;) ) … she followed me thru all my years of education. When my picture and name came out in the paper for graduation in May 1979, within days I received a gracious and love-filled letter along with newspaper clippings and photos from 12 years. She told me how that she had loved me from the moment she met me, and that she had held me close to her heart in all these years. She also explained that she had been in contact with my teachers and had heard the "most excellent" reports about me. I was humbled to find my picture on the front page of the newspaper the day after graduation, and again, another love filled letter with that newspaper clipping was in the mail to me later that next week. Mrs. Pogue made a lasting impression on me, for being a teacher, a mother, a grandmother, and simply in being a woman. Thank you Mrs. Pogue - you truly were, and are, a diamond shining in the sky. I loved you then … I love you more today.
From a battle worn & weary heart, mind and body - - Coffee and me today. Life goes on ... even when we don't want it to ... or when we could not care less. :(
As these days go by, especially since my 58th birthday, I am learning more and more about myself.
The lines are becoming clearer about what I can live with ... and what I am willing to live without - that I may know peace and a small measure of joy.
Changes are on the wind. I feel them. I smell them. I know them deep within my heart.
Now just to let them unfold as they will.
In just 13 hours I will be 58 years old. There are a lot of memories that flood my being today. More thoughts & emotions than what I ever expected. Life goes on … Changing as I go with it.
My Momma has been on my mind all morning. This is May Day :) . The only day of the school year that she would keep me home. Our day started at 3 a.m. with coffee, then breakfast at 3:30 a.m. By 4 a.m. the kitchen was cleaned up, and the first load of clothes had been put thru the wringer washer, and waiting for a bit more daylight to hang them out. Next, we stripped all the beds and took the mattresses outside, where they would be beaten and filled with sunshine. The bedding was to be washed and hung out. Windows were opened, screens were taken off, sills were wiped out. Curtains came down and waited to be washed. The frig was emptied and scrubbed. Cabinets were emptied, all the dishes were re-washed and then organized. Dresser drawers were emptied, cleaned, new sachets put in the back of each one, and then organized as we put everything back in place. While the windows were open and the beds were out, Momma would take a gallon of bleach and pour a little in each floor, then stand at the front door with a water hose, back door open. My job was to sweep the bleach water out the back door. When the sheets were dry, they were brought in, ironed and put back on the beds. Then it was break time - - we either had scrambled egg sandwiches, or perhaps pimento cheese sandwiches, while we sat in the porch swing and talked. The afternoons were just as busy, but focused more on the outside. Time to clean out the flowerbeds closest to the house. Then, we would empty the chicken nests and put fresh straw in there for them, and scrape the floors clean. Next was the compost pile, taking what was in it and putting it in the flowerbeds, then washing it. By the time daddy got home from work, it was supper time - always fried potatoes and red beans with cornbread on this May Day. After supper it was time to add the final touches to the day. Curtains were hung back up. Trash was taken out to the burn barrel and set on fire. The old broom being the first thing to burn, and the new broom was used from the back door to the front. NOW - we were ready for spring & summer, the new year <3 I love you Momma, thank you for these memories
I was shocked when I realized this morning that it has been a month since I posted anything on here.
Yet, I drink coffee and peruse the news, memes, and pictures every day.
Whew! Life has been busy … difficult … and stress filled lately.
Hoping that the month of May will bring better moments.
Why this page?
I wanted a place to share my coffee thoughts, and although I use Facebook & Twitter to do just that, I realize that many people are getting fed up with all the drama that is on either, and both. So many that were using those 2 social medias to stay in touch, have taken a step back - yet they still want to know thoughts that go thru this scattered widow's brain. If you are interested, here it is :) - - without the drama.
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