Hello to all from this little corner of the world. It rained a lot here Saturday night and early Sunday morning. The rain stopped before church, and it was a little cloudy in the afternoon, although the sun did peek out once. There was a light breeze as I was writing, and I could see the trees occasionally waving. Our birds and flowers are happy. I saw a beautiful plant at Lowe’s. It could be grown in a pot in our zone. It looks like an azalea but has red and yellow blooms. It would require a large pot. The name of it is Ioxra, and it would need to be brought inside during cold weather. The information I read said it would continue to bloom. It is around $25, and I want one. I love flowers and nature. James is great as a caretaker of most things. He loves nature and flowers, although I think he helps with them for me as they make me happy. The heat has been unbelievable, and I shudder to think of July and August. I guess the worst part is the humidity. Once you go outside, you come back inside dripping. YUCK! Oh well, summer is an enjoyable season even with its yucks. I guess Fall is my favorite and was my mother’s. Her favorite color was orange, although she was lovely in red or light pink. I sure miss her and daddy.
Friendship Baptist Church will be having VBS from 6-8:30 p.m. nightly June 22-26 for those in the fifth grade and under. The theme will be “Rainforest Falls: Exploring the nature of God.” We look forward to seeing everyone for a fun filled week learning about the Lord.
Tribute to my Daddy: Daddy was born 12-12-30. He was one of five children. There were two girls and three boys born during the Depression Era. His dad worked at the GM&O RR in Jackson, and my daddy started there when he was 16. He was a carman. He did take a class at West TN Business College later in life. He was always neat and clean. He did not drink or cuss. He and mother took us to church every Sunday. I remember him holding my hands and swinging me around and around until I got too heavy and tall for that. He also stood with the water hose and sprayed as we ran happily back and forth through the water. He was a great cook. He made wonderful meatloaf, pancakes and chicken and dressing. He was in the Army and cooked while there. If there was a train wreck and the men had to go out to repair the boxcars, my dad was called to cook for them. I bet they knew how lucky they were. He was a great gardener, too. He had a green thumb for sure! He shared vegetables from his garden, too. He planted flowers in front of the house for mother – Red and white petunias, red sage and, sometimes, periwinkles. I guess the worst thing he did was smoke, but many young kids did back in those days. Sadly, he was hooked on them and did not want to quit. He died of lung cancer 1-3-2006. I am thankful he just went to sleep and then passed. Our lives were good then, especially when I look back. My sister and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Those were good days to remember.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there. My statement is my opinion! I do not respect any man or woman who does not support their child! They did not ask to be born! There are ways to prevent the situation. With the way the world is now, I think that most know about the birds and bees by the time they are in Junior High. I sure didn’t. To me, these men are just selfish, and if they want to punish the mother, that is wrong, too. If you think she will spend it on herself, have it go through the courts or buy the things the child needs and keep your receipt! To the fathers that have tried, be proud of yourself, include your child in your life as they grow and maybe, if you are lucky, when you are old, they will remember.
Condolences to all that have lost loved ones. Prayers are with you all.
We enjoyed a takeout meal Saturday from the new restaurant in Henderson. J&Y Chicken and Fish. It is located on Church St. just after Eddie’s Auto repair. We had catfish and white beans. I chose onion rings, and James had fried okra. It was all very good, and the prices are about what one would expect nowadays. I wish them success and hope the town supports a new endeavor.
Happy birthday to Dyke Sells and Parker Westbrook, 6-13; Marla Newman, 6-16; and Lisa Bray, 6-17.
Prayer requests for Noah Azbill. Linda Barham, Bobby Bray, Rachel Ellington, Carolyn Goff, Darren Hatch, Danny and Gail Hodges, Pat and Don Jones, Elaine Matthews, Cissy Nichols, Julia Parchman, Delores Perkins, John Pinner, Beth Plunk, Pam Priddy, Jimmy Redden, Will Roberts, Teresa Tedford, Milt and Cheryl Tobey, John Webb, Walter Willis and Natalie Wray. Also, remember our first responders, military, firefighters and law enforcement officers.
“My grandparents were married for 60 years. One day I asked my grandfather: ‘What’s the secret to loving the same woman for a lifetime?’ I expected him to say - Communication. Trust. Date Nights. Instead, he looked at my grandmother and said: ‘You don’t love the same woman.’ That answer stopped me. Then he said: ‘She changes every few years.’ And if you don’t update the way you love her, you lose her. The woman I married at 22 wasn’t the same woman at 30. Motherhood changed her. Hardships changed her. Time changed her. At 40 she needed respect more than romance. At 50, she needed partnership more than passion.’ He paused for a moment and added: ‘Every time she changed, I had a choice. I could complain that she wasn’t the woman I fell in love with...Or I could fall in love with the woman she was becoming.’ Then he said something I’ll never forget: ‘The biggest mistake people make is thinking love stays the same. They fall in love once...then stop paying attention. Loving someone for a lifetime means staying curious about them. Keep learning them. Keep noticing them. Keep choosing them. Because the moment you stop discovering the person beside you…Someone else eventually will.’ 60 years. Not because love was easy. Because they never stopped getting to know each other.” From @millionivation on Instagram
I pray all of you will have a wonderful week and may it be filled with love, joy, peace and blessings. Remember: if you have news, please email me at mimmiepots@gmail.com. I’d truly appreciate any news. People from here and those that have moved from our area, still want to keep in touch through the newspaper and are hungry for news from home. Until next week, Happy Trails to You.
