Saturday, September 30, 2017

Saturday in the South: The Little White Church Edition

As mentioned on Wednesday, I have an obsession with little, white churches (LWCs).  I love them.  And chances are, if you've ever ridden with me, you've seen this firsthand.  I will pull over any time I see a pretty little, white church on the side of the road to take a picture.

A few years back when my mom and I did the "Covered Bridge Trip," I must have made her stop a blue million times so that I could take a photo of a LWC.  My Mama has and always will be a good sport about it.  As a side note, North Georgia has some of the prettiest LWCs I think I've ever seen.

So, here you are...just a few photos from my LWC collection :)












Friday, September 29, 2017

Apple Dumplings


Now, before y'all go fallin' out that I'm sharing this recipe...this was one that was given to me by a friend.  I've also seen it come up on Facebook, and seen very similar recipes in cookbooks.  So, I'm not sharing any family secrets here.  Lol.  But these are delicious.  They never make it very long in our house.  Paired with some vanilla ice cream....oh. my. word.  Hope y'all will enjoy!

Apple Dumplings

2 large Granny Smith apples peeled and cored and cut in
8 pieces each
2 cans crescent rolls Cinnamon
1 ½ cups sugar
2 sticks of butter
1 teaspoon vanilla
12 ounces Mountain Dew

Preheat oven to 350 degrees; grease a 9x13 pan. Wrap each apple slice in one crescent roll triangle. Wrap it around and mash the dough until the entire slice is covered with dough. Place dough covered slices in pan and sprinkle with cinnamon. Next melt butter in sauce pan. Add sugar and vanilla and stir until mixed well. Pour this mixture over the apple slices. Be sure to cover each slice with sugar/butter mixture. Then pour the Mountain Dew around the edge of the pan (Not over the apples) and bake for 40 minutes.


Thursday, September 28, 2017

Georgia On My Mind


Since September 22--The first day of Fall--I have had a one-track mind. You see, with the change of the season, I am desperately needing to get back up to Georgia. Georgia has most certainly been on my mind.

A few years ago, Mom and I went off on a jaunt throughout Northeast Georgia, in search of every covered bridge we could find. That was truly one of the best trips that I'd ever been on. It was so relaxed. Just Mom and I. And it was a bit of a scavenger hunt. Although we had the maps/coordinates for each of the covered bridges, sometimes getting there was quite an adventure. We had the best time, though. 

 
The one thing about that trip was, it was during May. And while the countryside was beautiful, I have been longing to see the same sights in the Fall. Now, rationally, I know this is the South. And leaves don't automatically begin falling on September 22, the change in the season has just enforced the desire in me to go back.   I want to see the bridges with the fallen leaves around them.  I want to see them in the setting of Fall.

I'm desperately wanting to go see all of the covered bridges; eat Fried Green Tomatoes and Pecan Pie Cobbler at the Whistle Stop Cafe; buy antiques in the little shops in Juliette; linger in all of the shops in Macon; stop at every old, pretty building alongside the road to take photos; buy jams and jellies at some Farmer's Market; go to the Mennonite farm just South of Macon…

It may not be right away, but I am hoping to get up there in October or November. Georgia has surely been on my mind lately, y'all. I'm positively desperate to get back.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Not So Wordy Wednesday: Hobby Lobby Find

So, I have an obsession with little white churches.  I love the simplistic reverence of them.  You may see more of this obsession in this week's posts.... ;) BUT...As I was walking the endless aisles of Hobby Lobby this week (like it's a chore, ha!), I stumbled across this beauty.  I was so excited!


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Uncle Ronald

Back in February, I had the pleasure of sitting down with my Uncle Ronald to discuss farming.  I was doing something special on my blog to promote FFA week, and what better interview than a long-time farmer?

In hearing of Uncle Ronald's passing last week, I felt several different emotions.  Of course I was sad, he was an incredible man and a phenomenal example of how we should all strive to be.  It was also sad because he was the last remaining Watson brother.  There were none left from that generation anymore, and that broke my heart.  On the other hand, I knew that Uncle Ronald had missed his bride tremendously since she had passed, and part of me was rejoicing at their reunion.  As well as his reunion with his Savior.  

Originally, I had planned to re-share my farming blog post in honor of him this week, but something kept nagging at me.  I remembered that Mrs. Cindy Jo had once written a really nice article about him in the Gilchrist County Journal.  I messaged Chris, and had him send me a copy.  I'm so so glad that I did, because while he WAS a well-respected farmer in this community, there were other facets of his life that Mrs. Cindy Jo captured.  And if you would like to read the farming interview with Uncle Ronald, it can be found at: http://dignifiedmoonpies.blogspot.com/2017/02/farming-through-generations_24.html.  I hope you will enjoy!


By Cindy Jo Ayers

Farming in one form or another has been Mr. Ronald Watson's life work. Mr. Ronald was born May 15, 1928, to Vernon and S.E. (Stone) Watson. Dr. W. C. Young a local doctor delivered him on the family farm. His mother, S.E. was from over in the Morriston area of Levy County. Ronald was the fourth of six boys that made up the Watson family. His five brothers were Willie, Vance, Ercelle, Enis and Walter.

Mr. Ronald remembers working on the farm doing whatever needed doing from early childhood with his father. Before he started school he recalls his father gave him a mule hooked to a planter and he planted while his father plowed with another mule. He said he was so small that when they came to the end of the row he was not big enough to turn the mule and his father would stop, turn Mr. Ronald's mule around and set up the planter for him, and they would precede on plowing and planting. His older brothers were in school at the time and he was the oldest child left at home, so he worked in the fields along side his father often.

He has fond memories of his father buying his first tractor back in 1937: it was a Oliver 70 and came from a dealer in Ocala. Mr. Ronald said he and his brothers were sure happy when their father purchased that first tractor. The Watson brothers cleared a lot of new ground for their farm and the farms of their neighbors. He said his father was always quick to help a neighbor, which meant his sons were helping too. When they had time, they helped their neighbors harvest their crops.  He remembers stacking peanuts for neighbors and plowing neighbors fields when they were sick. He said, “That is how it was back then, you helped each other.”

On the Watson farm, they planted the usual crops of corn, peanuts and watermelons. They always had a large vegetable garden for the family. His mother, who he remembers being a excellent cook, worked hard taking care of the house and seeing to the needs of her large family of boys.

He remembers cane grindings and hog killings.  One year he recalls planting 2 acres of sweet potatoes for a FFA project when he was in high school.

The Watson family did not travel much when he was growing up about the only time they took a break from farming was when they went to the Suwannee River fishing. Often the Watson family would fish with their neighbors L.V. Corbin and Sam Swilley and their families. He recalls that his father, Vernon loved to fish and a favorite family trip was to go to Shell Mound a few miles North of Cedar Key and camp. While at Shell Mound they would fish with cast nets for mullet and oyster.

Another important childhood memory involved church, Mr. Ronald can't recall not attending Pine Grove Baptist Church. He became a member of Pine Grove Baptist Church in 1941, he was thirteen and was saved at a revival and the evangelist who was preaching was Dr. Smiley.  Mr. Ronald went on to serve as a Deacon for 40 years from 1962 until 2002.

Mr. Ronald attended school in Chiefland and graduated with the Class of 1946. Some of his classmates were Thomas Brookins, Gene Rowe, Edith (Roberson) Jones, Mary Ellen Lee, J.L. Townsend, Evelyn (Beauchamp) Griffin, and Doris (Barnhill) Beauchamp.

After high school he was farming, when as Mr. Ronald said, “I got the call from Uncle Sam.” By that time it was 1950 and he was 22 years old.  He left the area to travel to Ft. Jackson, South Carolina for Basic Training and then on to Ft. Benning, Georgia for Advanced Infantry training. While there he remembers going out in the field to train over Thanksgiving. He remembers before they left, their winter coat lining and winter hat had come in, but those in charge assured them they would not need them. He recalls that it was in the 70s when they marched out and by dark the temperature had dropped to 3 degrees. He recalls his fellow soldiers who had came from the North to train at Ft. Benning said they had never been so cold in their lives. He remembers being the coldest he had ever been and thinking he was going to freeze to death if he stayed in the tent so he got up and walked around all night long trying to keep from freezing.

While at Ft. Benning, he got a pass and went to visit his cousin, Evelyn (Sheffield) Harper in Atlanta. His cousin had invited him to come visit her (in Atlanta) while she was at Georgia Baptist Hospital for Nurse's Training. While visiting his cousin, he met Mary Joyce Hawks, who he refers to as, “The love of my life.” Joyce was from Macon, Georgia, and was in Atlanta for Nurse's Training also. It turned out that Joyce and Evelyn were good friends and the day he arrived Evelyn was working at the hospital, so she asked her roommate, Joyce, to show him around the hospital. According to Mr. Ronald, “We hit it off right from the start.”

Soon after he met Joyce he traveled to New Jersey by train and shipped out from New York Harbor. It took the boat 11 days to reach Bremerhaven, Germany. He recalls that they did not see the inside of a barracks for 2 months.

While in Germany, he traveled as much as possible throughout Europe. When he could get a 3-day, or longer, pass he would travel mostly by train as much as he could. While there, he visited Scotland which was his favorite, France, Austria, England, Belgium, Holland and Switzerland.

They were training to fight in the Korean Conflict that began in 1950.  As fate would have it, he never had to leave Europe.  After serving two years in the U.S. Army, with an Honorable Discharge, he came home to Levy County to farm.

He remembers that when he got home is father asked him if he would like to go to Shell Mound to camp out and fish. Mr. Ronald said, “No sir, I've had a belly full of camping.”

Mr. Ronald and Miss Joyce had kept in touch while he was in Army and after he came home he would visit her from time to time. He would travel to Cross City and catch the Southland train, that went to Atlanta, to visit Joyce. They continued to write each other and were married January 30, 1955 at Tabernacle Baptist Church in Macon and their reception was at her parents home.

He purchased 320 acres of land in in September of 1954 and he still resides on the same property today. He said the land had an old wooden cracker house on it and his friends Jimmy Hutchinson and Foster Arrington helped him put the shingles on the outside of the old wooden house which made it a lot tighter.

After they married they had two daughters Rhonda and Melanie, who were raised on the family farm. Mrs. Joyce worked as a nurse for Dr. Jordan in Trenton for many years and later she worked as the nurse at Dr. Wise's Office in Chiefland.

Mr. Ronald continued to farm growing corn, soybeans, peanuts, watermelons, wheat, rye, grass seed and grain sorghum. He also raised hogs and had a large herd of cattle. He really enjoyed farming and raising cattle. He said during his many years farming he had some good years and then some very bad years, he said, “But that is just how farming is.”

He farmed land in both Levy and Gilchrist Counties. He rented property from Mr. Eli Redd to farm for many years in Gilchrist County. He recalls starting a fertilizer distributing business in the 1960s. He started out distributing fertilizer for the farms his father sold fertilizer to.  Then he started working for other fertilize companies spreading fertilizer all over this part of the state. For a few years it about worked him to death, he recalls.  He was spreading fertilizer all over the area and still farming. He recalled Mrs. Joyce asking him if he could please come home and eat supper with her and the girls each night. He told her he would and he did: eating each night with his family and then returning to work afterward. In those days he worked from day light til dark.

Mr. Ronald said, “In 1960 I rolled out my first combine.” It was a two row combine and he would combine not only his crops but the crops of other growers. During his farming career he owned three combines and was excited to buy his first tractor with a cab.

After 59 years and 10 days of a very happy married life Mrs. Joyce passed away on February 9, 2014 just one week after her 84th birthday.

His daughters recall how selfless their father has always been, making sure their mother had a nice car to drive when he might have been driving an old beat up pickup. They also recalled how he would come in from farming early to take them to school events they were participating in. He was always there anytime we needed him, they recalled. They also remember him taking time to travel every summer on planned family vacations. One of his traits that they have yet to forget was that he could not stand to be lied to.

He enjoyed serving on the Farm Credit of North Florida, ACA for 8 eight years and on the Florida Farm Bureau Soybean Advisory Committee.

During his years farming he had many accomplishments including receiving an award from the Levy County Farm Bureau for State and County Winner for Highest Peanut Production Per Acre in 1978. Then in 1996 he won the Florida Peanut Production Association Award for Florida Peanut Champion in Levy County.  He received the Outstanding Conservation Farmer Award and the Outstanding Accomplishments in Soil Conservation from the Levy Soil and Water Conservation.

In 1993 he received the Farm Credit of North Florida Director Excellence Award for Outstanding Service.

Mr. Ronald and Mrs. Joyce enjoyed traveling in the later years; visiting Niagra Falls and up into Canada, New York, the Painted Dessert and the Grand Canyon, as well a several other trips with their longtime friends and fellow church members, the late Ronnie Layfield and his wife, Mrs. Hallie Layfield.

Through the years Mr. Ronald tried to help people when he could. He said, “I always tried to treat people how I wanted to be treated.” As far as advice on raising children he believes, “Take 'em to church and let them know that you love them.”

He stopped farming about 10 years ago. He said he maintained a smaller cow herd until just a few years ago, “I liked my cows the best, so they were the last to go.” Now, Mr. Ronald spends time taking care of his pine trees, encouraging his wildflowers to bloom out front, and a lot of time is spent praying for children, grandchildren and family.

Throughout his life, Mr. Ronald has been a very successful farmer and businessman. He has been a good son, father, husband and served the Lord the best he could. Mr. Ronald said, “I give the Lord credit for what I have.”

Monday, September 25, 2017

Mama Says Monday: Key Lime Everything, Please!

Have you been to places that have a flavor of the month? Well, this summer has been the season of key lime. Now let me tell you, I have always loved key lime pie. I have eaten some reall divine key lime pies, some not quite divine key lime pies, but I don’t think I have ever had a really bad key lime pie. I love the tartness of lemon, and like almost anything lemon, but I love key lime. And while Aleta shares my love of all things lemon and Rheba doesn’t, both girls love key lime.

So, this summer there seems to have been an explosion of key lime items. There were key lime Oreos. Actually, I think they were knock-off Oreos. Didn’t matter to me that they weren’t Oreos. Also, there was the key lime donuts. These were introduced to my family thru one of Rheba’s friends. Rheba tried them at her house, then came home and told me to look for them. I looked, I found, I tried, and fell in love.

Then before summer was over, while strolling through the Walmart, I spied key lime ice cream sandwiches. Of course, I took them home. Again, they were a hit at my house.

This summer of key lime has been wonderful and I don’t know how much longer these key lime items will be found at Walmart. But guess what?? The Sheffield girls also love anything pumpkin. And fall brings on the pumpkin flavored items. So my household is ready. Goodbye Summer, Hello Fall!!!!

Until Next Week!
Cynthia Kay

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Sunday Obsession: Sean Dietrich

I love words. I love those who can string words together and make you feel something. And there are few things that I love more than a strong Southern voice.

Sean Dietrich encompasses all of this. If you have not followed him on Facebook, I strongly urge you to do so.

He is a storyteller. I have read his story on the Evacuees of Hurricane Irma. I have read his piece on the young man that was put up for adoption because of his disability, who grew up in hospitals, and who's dream was to one day have a paying job. I have read his story about the waitress, who had worked hard her whole life. Sean Dietrich idolizes the common man, and gives voice to their stories. And at the end of each of these pieces, my heart had been touched, and I felt as if I had had the encounter with the inspiration of the story.

His voice is Southern through-and-through. His piece on a quaint little Alabama town. After reading it, I longed so much to be driving through said Alabama town.

I love Sean Dietrich. I love his voice. I love his writing. He is very befitting of my Sunday Obsession.

You can find him at: http://seandietrich.com/ or https://m.facebook.com/seandietrichwashere?tsid=0.9180911879520863&source=result

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Saturday in the South

I'm a sucker for a good sunrise or sunset photo.  Hope you enjoy these :)




Friday, September 22, 2017

Delicious Dixies



I haven't posted a recipe in a while, so I thought I would change that. This recipe is delicious. Hope y'all enjoy!

Dixies 

1/2 lb. butter
1 1lb package of light brown sugar
2 eggs
2 cup of all purpose flour
1 cup nuts
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla

Melt butter in saucepan. Add remaining ingredients and mix well. Bake in a greased and floured 9x13” pan in a 325º oven for 40 minutes. Cool and cut into squares.

Note: Use real butter. Margarine does not work well. If using a 10x14” pan, cook for 30 minutes.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

My New Eyes



Excuse all of the crazy selfies.  Lol.

So, I wanted to tell y'all about my Zenni experience. I wrote about Zenni a few weeks ago, and how I was so excited to get my glasses in…



As in typical Aleta fashion, things didn't go according to plan. I got my first order in…and they were ADORABLE. I put them on, they looked great on…but I couldn't see out of my right eye. It was one of those moments where you really question whether sight out of one eye is completely necessary. They were adorable and I didn't want to send them back.



See, I had asked Dr. Finger for my prescription. I'd been given the carbon copy. But apparently in my reading of the carbon copy, I used 2.5 in my Zenni order and it should have been .25. That translates to a HUGE difference. Lol.  Perfect sight versus not being able to read squat.



Alas, I was forced to message Zenni about returns. Y'all, they were great! I got a full store credit for the larger order that I had placed, and half refund on my credit card for the smaller order. So I was only out like $30 for MY mistake.


I am in love with my glasses. One might ask if a person really needs that many glasses...No lie, sunglasses and glasses combined...I have bought 8 pair (some have not come in just yet). But I'm so happy that I have several options to choose from now.  AND prescription sunglasses that I didn't have to spend an arm and a leg on.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Not So Wordy Wednesday

As we were going through Mama's room this past week, we found some old photos of my dad.  They made my day, so I wanted to share.

Dad and I in the Watermelon Festival.
Daddy and Rheba with the new litter of puppies.
Dad's bloodhounds were his most prized possession.  
Rheba and one of the bloodhounds.
I believe this was at my Kindergarten graduation.
This was when my dad worked at San Felasco State Preserve.
Again, at Stan Felasco.
Dad, as he was crossing the final log at the Wild Hog Canoe Race.  

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

SheDevil With A Hammer


There isn't much I hate worse than cleaning…I won't even lie. I know I've mentioned this before, but Lord, do I hate cleaning.

Well, good ol' Irma did quite a number on our house. Thankfully, our roof was fine. But we believe that it was one of our upstairs windows that leaked during the storm (leaked for the hours and hours that that side of the house was beaten by the storm), and it leaked down the wall, and leaked into Mama's bedroom….which had carpet.

That was one big mess. Big, squishy, wet, nasty mess. If I never see carpet again, it'll be too soon.

Luckily the college was closed last week, so I didn't have to worry about teaching…but when I got home from work at 5, we would start cleaning and tearing out carpet.

Let me paint a picture though…"cleaning" involved going through some of my things, some of mom's things…but a lot of it was my dad's old stuff. Years and years and years of "stuff." Lord help.

Then, there was the moving everything out of the room. So, the rest of the house looks like tornado came through it. 

I will say, we have stumbled across some sweet treasures, like photos of my dad, his baby bracelet, etc. That part has blessed my heart.

It has been quite an endeavor this past week. I have cussed a blue streak. Gotten myself covered in bruises. Used more tools than I knew I was capable of.

If ever I were to have a show on HGTV, I'm certain it would be called "SheDevil with a Hammer." Lol.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Mama Says Monday: "Mama Can't Dance!"

Do you pay attention to the commercials on TV? How stupid some of them are? You know, if you take a certain medicine you just dance along in life. Well, guess what? I take that medicine and this Mama can’t dance! I’ve never ordered home furnishings from Wayfair, but I would be so disappointed if I couldn’t “bust a move.”

And I use Sparkle paper towels, and surprisingly, my kitchen doesn’t sparkle. I sure wish that fairy would show up in my house, and plan to work. However, I certainly hope that the grandma who turns into the big bad wolf, doesn’t show up. She’s a bit scary. I suppose whooping cough is serious, so it gets the point across. But have you noticed that with the whooping cough (all my life it was pronounced “hooping cough”) now the “w” is pronounced.

And while I’m on my rant about pronunciation, when did the Jaguar car start to be pronounced “Jagua”. I guess it’s a good thing I can’t afford one, because I would forget to call it a “Jagua.” I actually watched part of an animal special on TV, just so I could see if that cat was still pronounced jaguar with an “r.” And it was. 

Have you gone to the bathroom and looked around for toys that have their eyes open, looking at you. Thank goodness I no longer have small kids with toys. However, Rheba has a gator head in their bathroom. Maybe I’m just becoming paranoid.

Then there’s the lady who lives in the town of Keister. Okay, so she’s comfortable talking about her town. But isn’t it crazy for her to expect me to get comfortable talking about my keister??

Like I said, this Mama don’t dance. And no amount of medicine (or alcohol, furniture or anything else) is going to make me look like Ginger Rogers or Beyonce.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Sunday Obsession: The Ivy House


There are times in a girl's life (particularly when you live in Levy County), when distance doesn't amount to a hill of beans, and you NEED to go 25 minutes down the road to the Ivy House.

I don't know what it was, but I've had the biggest hankerin' for it lately. Their Crispy Chicken? It called to me. Lol.


So last Saturday, I loaded Mama up and we headed out. We made a quick detour in Bronson to pick up my Aunt Jean and we were off!

The food did not disappoint (Does it ever?). I'm going to go ahead and admit, I had skipped out on breakfast, and had no intention of eating dinner that night, so I was a piggy.


First there was Fried Green Tomatoes (I dislike tomatoes…unless they are green and fried crispy). Followed by the Crispy Chicken lunch, with Macaroni and Cheese that is plum fabulous. And we ended it with a slice (heaping slice) of Peanut Butter Pie drizzled with hot chocolate sauce. To say I was in heaven would be putting it mildly.

My "dainty" slice of Peanut Butter Pie.
If for some unGodly reason, you have not ever tried the Ivy House, I have one simple question: What is WRONG with YOU?

Saturday, September 16, 2017

A Saturday Soiree


Last Saturday, as many were beginning to hunker down for the storm, we took a few hours to celebrate some very special people. As mentioned in a previous blog, Jarrod and Grandma Margaret celebrated a birthday. Aunt Angie's sweet husband, Gary, also has a September birthday.



Admittedly, I failed as a photographer, because I failed to get a photo of Jarrod and Gary.

Now, while the two guys were also celebrated, Aunt Angie and Theresa went with the pink decor and butterflies for Grandma Margaret. The cake and the cupcakes were beautiful. And as per Grandma Margaret's request, "pretty" food was served.



In the midst of the storm anticipation and fear, it was so nice to be able to have a little time to spend with our sweet family. I was thrilled to have Jarrod home for a bit, as we rarely get to celebrate his birthday with him. It was such a nice little gathering. Time spent with family always blesses my heart.

Friday, September 15, 2017

The Call

I was driving home. The windows were down; the wind whipping my hair. I was singing along to the radio in an attempt to wind down from the day.

The phone rang. It was him. I answered. I would always answer when he called.

"Come pick me upppp," he slurred.

"What?" I asked.

"Come pick me uppp." He had been drinking. And from the way it sounded, he had been for quite some time that afternoon.

He never drank.

It was 6 p.m. in the evening. How could he be this drunk at 6 p.m. on a Friday? And why?

"Are you drunk?"

"Noooo. I only had one beer."

Right. 

"Where are you?"

"At my house." Why the hell was he calling me from his house? And where was she?

A new song came on. A male group was singing a someone-did-me-wrong song.

"You're with someone! I heard a guy's voice. You're on a date, aren't you?" I could hear in his voice he was upset.

"No! No, that's just the radio. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just thought you were with someone."

"I'm not. I promise."

"Well, I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you." His voice broke.

We talked for a few minutes.

Suddenly, I heard muffled sounds. He got back on the phone, but his tone had changed completely. She must have made it home.

I heard her ask who he was on the phone with. I heard him lie.

I said "You'd better go. I'll talk to you soon," knowing that was a lie.

The instant that I hung up, I knew that would be the last conversation we would need to have. The lines were blurring. He was calling me from his house. The home he shared with her.

Our relationship had carried on for so many years. It was what it was. It would never change. It hurt too much to continue to be a fixture in his life, but never be his life. I could deal with the eternal heartbreak it would bring me. But I could not bear the pain of knowing his heart was breaking on the other end of the phone.

A tear slipped down my cheek.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

"In The Loop"


As I was sitting here trying to figure out what to write today, I thought: "I might need to clue my wonderful readers into a little something…"

This summer, as I was preparing to go on vacation, and I was reading through some of my old writing to use as posts that week, I kind of had a bit of a epiphany. I may have mentioned a little of this (at this particular moment, my memory is failing me, and I have no clue if I've mentioned this or not…)??

In looking back at some of my old "stuff," I was astounded that while I am not that person anymore, I was still so very in love with my writing from back then. It was then that I decided to begin to compile some of my old stuff, with some new stuff.  In this collection, I'm also hoping to use a lot of my own photographs.

The common factor for these pieces, is that I want the reader to feel as if they are in that particular moment, or they feel a connection to each piece. In life, we have those magical moments where our hearts are so full…and then we also have those moments where we feel incredibly broken. I want to try and capture all of it: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

In the midst of the craziness that has been July and August for me, I have been trying to revisit some old memories and write about them. I have a few amazing friends that have been my proofreaders/"tester-outers," and one sweet lady who is helping edit and look at the cohesiveness of all of the pieces. Once I write a piece, I send it to a few friends to get feedback, and decide from there whether or not I will use it.

I wanted to mention this to y'all, because there have been some pieces that I have also been posting on my blog (not necessarily full versions). If you see a sad piece, I wanted to warn you that it may not be something that I am currently going through.  It may be something that I've written to add to my collection.

I also wanted to mention it for those who may have thought that I am discontinuing my interviewing.  That is NOT the case.  Interviewing is one of my most favorite pastimes.  I hope to get back to this very soon.  Once things settle, I hope to start that back up again as well.  

I just wanted to keep y'all in the loop! 

As always, thanks for reading!

XOXO,
Aleta Kaylee

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Not So Wordy Wednesday

My sweet Pumpkin
So both our Sweet Pumpkin and Flossy Mae were injured last week.  I thought I was going to lose them both at times last week.

Pumpkin was ran over by Mom's car on Sunday.  Bless Mom's heart, we had honked, we had beat on the hood...because we had worried she might be under the car.  Finally, after all of that, we decided that she must be hiding under the porch.  Mom backed up, nothing.  Only right before she pulled forward to go down the driveway did I see Pumpkin fall out from under the car.  I screamed.  I screamed bloody murder, y'all...but mom didn't hear and she pulled forward, and poor Pumpkin was hit.  She then hid up under the car, and Dale had to come to the rescue to help fish her out.  Thankfully, THANKFULLY, it was only one of her back legs that was hit.   She is now walking fine, after days of being held and nursed back to health.



Tuesday, September 12, 2017

A New Day


I pray that today finds you all well.  I pray that all of you have made it through this storm.  I pray that your loved ones, your animals, and your property have all remained safe and sound through the storm.

For those of you who did not fare so well, I pray that people gather around you and help you with whatever you may need.

Florida is on my heart, y'all.  And Georgia, Alabama, and the Carolinas are on my mind.  I hope that everyone will be safe through Irma and the remnants of Irma.

XOXO,
Aleta Kaylee

Monday, September 11, 2017

Mama Says Monday: Give Them An Oscar!!!

Now, first let me say that I like my normal life--just an ordinary, normal life. I don’t like lots of drama. However, having said that, I must secretly enjoy a little bit of drama, or I wouldn’t expose myself to so many hours of the Weather Channel. 

While all their “reporting” is meant to save lives, sometimes it just gets ridiculous. I have seen numerous times (probably 50 or more) the lesson of not venturing out in moving water. You know, the one where 1 foot can knock you off your feet, 3 ft. can move your car, 9 ft. can destroy buildings etc. Okay, I get it, I won’t be venturing out in raging flood waters. But tonight, on the Weather Channel, there stands a reporter in the street in moving water. What????? Apparently, they don’t listen to their own advice. Then the next reporter says he needs to get out of the rain, because of the lightening. Hmmm….smart reporter! 
 
The next reporter is standing in pouring rain, holding onto a pole because the wind is blowing so strong it is about to blow him down, the camera man is having to constantly wipe the lens of the camera. Okay, I realize there are a lot of people who are visual learners, but I don’t happen to be one in this case. It would be okay for me if you just point the camera out the door and say “The wind is blowing really hard and the rain is pouring down.” I don’t have to see you blowing down the street to know that the wind is strong.

And they tell us it’s dangerous to be out in the wind because of all the flying debris. The wind is blowing so hard that it blows paint off the buildings. But have I not seen reporters out in the wind, dodging all the flying palm fronds, the gutters off the buildings, and signs flying down the streets??? Just to show us how hard the wind is blowing???

Several years ago, again during the hurricane, I learned about the “Venturi effect” of the wind blowing thru two buildings. I saw the reporter step between two buildings and nearly get blown away, not once but numerous times. I got it the first time! The wind is much stronger when it must squeeze between two buildings that are close together. While it looks like lots of fun blowing in the wind, I, myself, don’t want to try it during a hurricane. All in the name of education and safety, of course!!!

And while they tell us how dangerous the storm is, it seems when it starts to slow down, those reporters are disappointed. I think some of them really want this particular storm (Irma) to come in at a “cat 5” storm. Maybe not, but they sure seem to sensationalize it all. I will get to a point where I will change channels just to get a less dramatic report. I do think if some of these reporters ever lose their jobs, there has got to be a place for them on some of the “soaps” or at least a Progressive Insurance advertisement with Flo.

I am writing this before the storm comes through. Irma is currently below the Keys. It does appear that it is coming this way, up the west coast of Florida. I am praying for safety for all of Floridians. I don’t know what the next few days will hold for us. But this I know, God is in control.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

#Irma

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I sit here with The Weather Channel on…as it has been for days straight. We have two anxious, restless dogs pacing; and four kittens tussling on the floor. By Monday, I may have our blind horse in our hallway.  I'm typing this now, because I'm honestly unsure of how the power outages and lack of cell service might affect my blog posts this week.

Am I nervous? Yes. Admittedly, I'm a bit terrified. But the Sheffield girls are handling this no different than we've handled the good times and the bad times…with laughter. Laughter has been what has gotten us through every other tough time: death, cancer, chemo, surgeries, funerals, etc.

In regards to Irma, we have laughed at nearly every meme out there. Does that mean that we are taking this any less seriously? No. But in so many ways, laughter is our coping mechanism.

Our community has seen something I'm not sure it ever has before this week. The sheer traffic has been incredible. I was encouraged to leave work a few minutes early on Thursday so that I was able to get to the college in time. Pulling out of SE 3rd Avenue, I understood why. The Northbound lane of 129 was backed up from the stop light all the way to the Sheriff's Office Curve. In driving to the college, it took me five minutes to even be able to pull onto Highway 19 going Northbound, because the traffic was steady, and the two cars in front of me were hoping to cross 19.

I was reminded why I will always be a small town girl. But more than anything, I sat watching the traffic praying that the people passing through would get to a safe location, and come home to find their property and homes better off than they had anticipated.

Friday, as I was sitting at home, trying to get all of the laundry done, I got a phone call from Emergency Management stating that the County was under a Mandatory Evacuation. Before I fully understood what that entailed, being ever the worrier, I panicked. Where were we supposed to go at this point? How were we supposed to leave when there was a gas shortage, the roads were clogged, and the hotels were booked as far as you could imagine? Not to mention, what were we supposed to do about our animals?

After speaking to two of my Aunts, I was in a much better headspace. Truthfully, there was little we could do at this point. We had supplies, we had prepared as best we could.

I know it's difficult to see, I took this at sunset.
I was further sobered upon walking outside and seeing that Rheba had painted her numbers across her horses in livestock paint. Do not misunderstand, I know that it is a necessity. I know that this is the reality of all livestock owners in the path of a storm. I realize that it is essential if the animal gets freaked out, gets out, goes down the road, etc. But I also know the alternative, and that is what hurt my heart. It is all part of the preparation, though.

We have picked up what we could outside; stocked up on the essentials; tried to figure out a game plan for all of our animals; washed clothes; figured out the water situation; and the list goes on and on…

Do I know what is going to happen today and Monday? No. I am not privy to that crystal ball. But I have faith. And I know that Floridians are survivors. We withstand the Florida heat, the mosquitos, the alligators, and practically ALL the crazies that live among us (I'm convinced that every crazy news story comes from Florida). We are truly strong breed.

To my friends, family, and Floridian readers, y'all are on my heart today. I am praying for your safety through all of this.