One tidbit of weird info about Hazy, our mama cat, is she loves to eat scrambled eggs. Just knowing that I cook her an egg if she happens to be around in the mornings is probably weird for you all to hear. ha This morning while cooking mine, Chloe Jo, and Hazy's eggs I got to thinking...and laughing to myself:)
I am amazed that my mother did the things she did and worked a full time job, too. Every morning we had scrambled eggs, one piece of sausage (occasionally bacon), and toast/biscuit for breakfast before school. I remember noticing that my brother got bigger portions on his plate.
You already know he was much smarter than me. But, it was a case of "he got more than I did" just getting the best of me. On this particular morning he came in and started hollering for my mother...his sausage was gone! I guess I thought I was sneaky enough to pull it off before anyone saw me. My mother entered the kitchen to see about the situation all too quickly. I had crammed the WHOLE PIECE OF SAUSAGE in my mouth. The bad thing is when my mother asked me if I had taken his sausage I shook my head no...with my cheeks full! ha
I NEVER did that again.
YET ANOTHER CHILDHOOD MEMORY...
As a young girl I loved going to church with my grandparents to Matheny Grove Baptist Church. DaddyDoyle had a white Cadillac with red leather interior that he kept perfectly clean. Gosh, I can still see him with that cigar in his mouth..with his fancy duds on. Anyway, the road was long and winding and when we turned a curve the seats were so slick you would literally slide all the way across to the other side. I remember being pretty car sick by the time we got there...because that car NEVER lost it's new leather smell.
MamaBill always bobby pin curled my hair. (so I truly looked like George Washington at church, but I loved it!) ALL the ladies had fresh, set hair for church. Sometimes I played barbies on the pew with Tiffany Kelly. We would walk around and sing while we shook hands and one time I remember hearing they even washed feet. Sometimes there was a piano player...sometimes we ate in the fellowship hall out back.
The one thing that has stayed with me is the sound of the music. They sang in shape notes. It was what "make a joyful noise" means. Not that anyone was a soloist, but the combination of everyone singing as loud as they could...brings tears to my eyes just trying to describe it. One of my favorites....He Whispers Sweet Peace to Me...I wish I had the Matheny Grove version to share on video...I will tell you , though, it is forever in my mind.
I do not know these folks but I searched this song on YouTube because it is always a song in my heart! Seriously, just close your eyes and listen...those tears roll...love you, friends:)
I guess I am really missing my DaddyDoyle tonight:) I can still hear his laughter...he would laugh so hard he couldn't breathe...and usually it had something to do with MamaBill. heehee
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