Country Life – Then and Now

Guest writer: Beth Littlejohn Mother would say that it was early of a morning when I arose yesterday.  The sun was just beginning to make an appearance. The world was still and quiet. Suddenly, I heard a whirring sound and began to hunt for the origins of the racket.  In the flowers, pictured here was…

*NOTE…All the things I was taught in Journalism class have long been gone from my writings. I like to blame most of my “mistakes” on having MS, but my writing skills were gone before that started.  As some “folk” on Sand Mountain might say, ” all my learn’n has left me.” And for that I…

Isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing to have?  I meant to get these pictures on Monday and had an early doctor’s appointment remarking to myself “I’ll get the pictures when I get back.”  Duh!  I didn’t get back before the flood gates opened and, of course, the blossoms are now wet and hanging low.  With this…

Save your egg shells. My mother used to save her egg shells to go around the tomato plants, but I doubt she knew why.  I read the other day it’s to help with blossom end rot.  She grew ferns in porch boxes (made by my daddy) on the front porch, too, and always saved tea…

Update:  Mother is improving again. She is talking better and beginning to ask for food. Thank you for your prayers. They are being answered. Thank you to my dear sister who came late last night to take care of Daddy. he has been worried sick and I am sure that Donna’s presence with him will…

Patient Update:  Improving slowly.  Mother is much better and her appetite has returned.  Her first request was for a McDonald’s sausage biscuit!  Yes, they are tasty!  She is very weak, but that is expected.  Strength will come back as she is now eating more. Guest writer: Beth Littlejohn I have been home since late Wednesday.…

Special Note: Mrs. Crumly in improving some. Please continue to lift her up in prayers. We will get back to “new” post tomorrow if time affords that luxury. The old quilt is not worth mending, but so many memories are tied up in this piece of work that I can’t part with it.  It’s been…

Needlework is as much a part of me as breathing.  Maybe it’s in my blood since I’m from a long line of needlework people.  My mother had several sisters and each one of them did some type of needlework.  For a time I owned a crazy quilt top made by my grandmother, but I had…

Yesterday was surgery day for your favorite blogger.  I can only say that the power of pray knows no boundaries.  Mother came through the surgery very well.  The infection in the wound has been removed.  She is still very sick as she battles pneumonia and a bladder infection, but the fear of having to remove…