Language, which button do I push ?

Listening to Dial a Deal on the radio can be entertaining. This morning a man had among other items to sell, a cheer. Another fellow had some fencen. I remembered a grandmother who always said 'Het' for heat. Wonder why we have never been asked on the phone to push a number if we spoke Queen Elizabethen English? It is gradually dying out but you still hear it in the moutain states.
Were you ever told that you 'orta' do something? The south has it's own language, which # do we push to talk to 'you all', 'efin' we 'wanta' talk 'to-ye'? ' I had the bjesus skeered outa me and there ain't nary anuther body theer'.
Oh what fun we can have just listening to English, Some people would say we are butchering the Kings English......No, we are not, just depends on where you live, where your folks were from and which # you push.

Friendship Surprises

A few days ago the mail lady brought me a box, priority mail. I did not know the person whose name was on the package so I opened it thinking I would be sending it back. NO WAY would I send this back. When I opened the flaps on the box I had a feeling that is was special. I felt the warm breeze of friendship engulfing me when I realized it was from my quilt chat group. We use nicknames so we don't know everyone's name. I took out a bear for hugs, a pillow case to dream on and eighteen quilt blocks with appliqued hearts on them, most of them autographed. I had sent blocks for love quilts thru the years for members who had lost loved ones, but never dreamed I would receive one. How blessed I am to have friends to take time to make these for me. My next project is to go to the quilt store and get material to set the blocks up into a top. How can I feel down in the dumps again when I can see and feel all this wonderful love around me. Thank you ladies, God blessed me when he led me to your quiltchat channel.

To day I received another package from a chatter on quilt chat with whom I refer to as my correspondence friend. We talk almost everyday by e-mail, facebook, blog, and I think of her as a special friend. She sent me a cheerful cup cuff that she had made. It is these special things in life that I don't expect that lets me know that God has truly blessed me.

A silly old grandmother still loves her heros

It's 1 am and I just spent a wonderful hour watching RFDTV. Guests were Roy "Dusty' Rogers jr. and his son Dustin. What memories the stories they told regarding Roy and Dale brought to my mind. Come the first Saturday in November I will be glued to the TV and hope that some of my great grandchildren will be there with me to watch Roy Rogers ride across the screen again.
A trip to the book store is a must as it has been awhile since I read Dale's books. They were an exceptional family that practiced and lived their Christianity.

I had two heros and they were as different as black and white. Roy Rogers and Audie Murphy.
They both fought the bad guys. Roy's way was more romantic. There were horses, girls, moonlight and singing. He could shoot and fight and always won. He wore the white hat.

Audie made some cowboy movies but he also made bloody, gory, war movies. He played himself in a movie about his life as a soldier, and was the most decorated soldier in WWII. He was a real live hero, as well as an actor. There is no comparsion, they were both the best at what they did and they were my heros.

RFD saves Trigger and Bullet

I can rest easy now..... The RFD network bought Trigger and Bullet at the auction and they will be on display in the network headquarters in Omaha. On Saturday afternoons, Dusty Rogers will introduce a Roy Rogers movie with Trigger and Bullet right there with him on the set. All the items from the auctions were sold and brought more money than the auctioneers had anticipated. Just goes to show you that America hasn't forgotten the 'good things'. When the auction closed the audience stood and sang 'Happy Trails to You'. I watched Roy, Trigger and Bullet at the movies when I was a kid, then again with my children on TV, and then with my grandchildren and now I am going to watch them with my great grandchildren. It doesn't get any better than that unless as I said if I had won the lottery I would of been there! ......And maybe Trigger and Bullet would be in my living room. Happy Trails to You.

Happy Trails to you

Saturday afternoons- Roy Rogers on Trigger with Bullet leading the way. I am sure I saw every movie Roy made. As an adult touring his museum in Apple Valley I was a giddy as a teenager when he walked up to where I was looking at Trigger Jr. He told me about the exhibit that Trigger Jr. would be put in as we walked from the back of the museum to the front. Then out the door he went to greet more of his fans as they departed from a bus in the parking lot.

Before leaving we were in the gift shop and as he quietly slipped thru the shop to a side door to leave, I overheard a lady telling her husband "There he is, there's Roy, look ". The man turned to her and said "Roy Rogers wouldn't be in here", and didn't look. I remember looking at the autograph Roy had given me and thinking "You don't know what you missed Mister".

I knew that they closed the museum in recent years and brought it to Branson, Mo. I never got a chance to go see it there before it closed. Now I read that the items in it are going to be auctioned off. If I am ever going to win the lottery, NOW is the time. I could buy Trigger, Trigger Jr , Buttermilk, Bullet, and even Nellie Bell the jeep. I could live the Saturday afternoons of my past as I would tell my grandchildren and the great grands all about Roy, his beautiful wife Dale, and dear funny Andy Devine. My children and I could relive later Saturday afternoons as Roy rode across the TV screen in his white hat, catching the bad guys and singing to and with Dale. They don't make movies or TV shows like that anymore.

Oh the good ole days.........

Honoring our Past

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Cemetery on Little Piney in Johnson Co. Ar. near where the little community of Mt. Levi was.
Why the two names? Probably because when the small 4th class postoffices were establshed many of them used the home of the postmaster for the office. Mt. Levi was moved from a mountain to the creek area where the cemetery and the school were already named Union. Settlers moved into the area in the 1830's. The Cox family were among the first and the oldest moument is that of a Mary Cox, born and died Feb 14, 1844. Note the concrete stones in the second picture. It shows where members of a Griffith family are buried. Orginially these graves were marked with rocks. In the 1940's a group of ladies who called themselves the Sunshine Birthday Club took on the project of making markers for the graves where the families could identify the burial plots of their loved ones. At least half of the graves are still marked with rocks and no identification and no one knows how many no longer have rocks to mark the plots.

The third photo is the grave of James White and his second wife Lucinda Johnson Skaggs whose picture is featured in my first blog this year. In the background members of the Beasley family are buried. The first photo shows Skaggs and Warren families. These graves are only one end of the cemetery. Relation of these families donate to pay for repairs, weedeating, spraying and relation of the Hicks and Beasley family mowed this year. Repair of a few of the broken stones is next, and plans for a meeting to incoporate are being made. This is an important part of what we are and it must be preserved now. In these graves are relatives, friends and neighbors who divided in the Civil War, then renewed their relationships and went on with their lives. Today they lie in rest in this beautiful spot of God's world.

Family Weekend

First pay no attention to date on picture, change it and it goes right back to this.

July 4, 2010...annual reunion.....this year we had 13 tents, 30 people and 9 dogs.

Pic 1- We say goodbye to Gary in the place of his choosing. Billy is waiting to take one last swim with his grandpa, by the rock where Grandpa liked to show off his cannonball dive.

Pic 2- the most popular site at a campout....the Outhouse.

Pic 3 - some of the tents

Pic 4 -camping: the only place a little girl can get dirty and no one cares.

Pic 5- upper end of swimming hole -Little Piney Creek, Johnson Co. Ar.

Pic 6 - lower end of swimming hole. Creek was up 1 ft from all the recent rains so there was lots of water.

Our family started gathering at our camp ground on Thursday , July 1, coming from SC and Texas. This year's campout was to be extra special. Gary was coming to stay. His request before he died in March was to be brought on the annual camping trip and to remain there.

It was hard without him for he was the camp cook. But the children rallyed around their mother and everything went smoothly. On July 4 we said our goodbyes, knowing that he will be there when we return. Before the cabin was burnt we had Thanksgivings and Beasley reunions there. This land is special as it came to my family before the Civil War when my great grandfather and his new bride moved into the first handhewed cabin in the area. My grandfather and my daddy were born just across the fence. Four great uncles homesteaded by their father and the log cabin built by one of them still stands just past the swimming hole. My sons and grandsons learned to hunt and fish here. It has always been special but now a loyal Texan son-in-law who loved Arkansas enough to move here years ago, has made it even more special.