Haven't heard from any of you for quite a while. I know. So many things to take care of. Just wish we could get together and share. Travelling through these days until Christmas, I sense that each of us have stories to be told. Guess I'll start it, with a "I remember......"
I remember the Christmas we had at the church. Someone cut down a tree from Lookout Mountain. It graced our sanctuary. Baubles and bulbs be-dececked its branches. We gathered together. How I wish that we would do that, right now. We sang songs. We became one. I think, that people, other than Methodists, came to join in! We loved that time. We loved being together. We loved being in a special moment in our lives.
We loved Charlie Cable, encouraging us to sing the hymns of Christmas~! I will never forget Shirley and Bob Brown's son, playing "Silent Night," in a country-version, that will never be forgotten! I still see him. Still hear him play. God must have sat back and said, "All is well!"
I wish you a Merry Christmas. I wish you a time.....a time to sit back, relax, and know that Santa is still around....whether you've been naughty or nice....and he's leaving something under your tree...something that says, "Aren't you're glad you're CV?????!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Day After Tomorrow
The day after tomorrow will be November. Tried to think of things that happened to me in November, in Cedar Vale.
School had been in session for a couple of months. I remember being "sent" to school, my picture being taken of me in my new jeans, rolled up at the cuff, and looking like I had no idea of what was to become! I can not believe I was ever that young! I do remember hearing the cicadas singing their songs and knowing that school was not far along. Seems like I had a geography book...before school even started, and to tell you the truth, I have been trying to find myself ever since!
Looking back, as I often do, I wish I had added strength to all that was presented to me. As Brando once said, "I could have been a contender!" Well, Cedar Vale gave me the chance to be a "contender!" I often failed. Once in a while, I won the round. Just wish I could stir up that recipe that Cedar Vale gave me and come up with a menu that would nourish those who have had their pictures taken on their "first day of school," and know that you, my dear friend, have all of the world before you, but never forget the world from whence you came!
The day after tomorrow will be November! May it be the beginning of the best days of your life! In the meantime, say, at 10:00 p.m. at night, say a prayer of thanks to Cedar Vale, its beginning ....... that will never end.................
School had been in session for a couple of months. I remember being "sent" to school, my picture being taken of me in my new jeans, rolled up at the cuff, and looking like I had no idea of what was to become! I can not believe I was ever that young! I do remember hearing the cicadas singing their songs and knowing that school was not far along. Seems like I had a geography book...before school even started, and to tell you the truth, I have been trying to find myself ever since!
Looking back, as I often do, I wish I had added strength to all that was presented to me. As Brando once said, "I could have been a contender!" Well, Cedar Vale gave me the chance to be a "contender!" I often failed. Once in a while, I won the round. Just wish I could stir up that recipe that Cedar Vale gave me and come up with a menu that would nourish those who have had their pictures taken on their "first day of school," and know that you, my dear friend, have all of the world before you, but never forget the world from whence you came!
The day after tomorrow will be November! May it be the beginning of the best days of your life! In the meantime, say, at 10:00 p.m. at night, say a prayer of thanks to Cedar Vale, its beginning ....... that will never end.................
Sunday, September 26, 2010
October in Cedar Vale
Remember the Octobers in Cedar Vale? Cicadas? Sycamore trees and their leaving of leaves?
Grass seemed to dry up. There was a smell in the air. A giving up......... and a going to.
Then, a scene, I remember, of ranchers coming to town, to the pump, to get water, for their livelihood. The pump was stationed in the middle of town. Between the lumber yard and Church of Christ Church. Pick-ups and other kinds of trucks would mosie up to the pump, get their fill and move off, to secure another day of meal and moisture for the cattle awaiting. Such a communal thing. Everyone was welcome to the water! Don't know whether they had to pay for the water. And, if that was a fact, it was worth paying for!
Octobers in Cedar Vale were special. A time to re-seed. A time to make more of what we were.
A time to remember merchants jaunting off their steps, to give to farmers, ranchers, and city-folk, all they wanted, and more.
I think that if I ever had the chance, to re-live a lifetime, I'd pick an October in Cedar Vale!
Grass seemed to dry up. There was a smell in the air. A giving up......... and a going to.
Then, a scene, I remember, of ranchers coming to town, to the pump, to get water, for their livelihood. The pump was stationed in the middle of town. Between the lumber yard and Church of Christ Church. Pick-ups and other kinds of trucks would mosie up to the pump, get their fill and move off, to secure another day of meal and moisture for the cattle awaiting. Such a communal thing. Everyone was welcome to the water! Don't know whether they had to pay for the water. And, if that was a fact, it was worth paying for!
Octobers in Cedar Vale were special. A time to re-seed. A time to make more of what we were.
A time to remember merchants jaunting off their steps, to give to farmers, ranchers, and city-folk, all they wanted, and more.
I think that if I ever had the chance, to re-live a lifetime, I'd pick an October in Cedar Vale!
Friday, September 10, 2010
The Call of the Cedar Vale Cicadas
Their shrill drone filled the air. It was time. Time for school to start. Time for jeans that smelled new. Time for books that offered worlds unknown. Time, only days remaining, when my Dad and I slept out under the stars, on army cots, to escape the heat....and listen to the cicdas, giving their cadence to the world. We never said much. Just let the night close in. Got cool. And, finally pulled up the sheets to shield away the cool.
As wonderful as was the night, more wonderful the morning! Don't know when I became awake.
A beam of light from somewhere, I guess. No alarm clocks. You just knew it was time to get up!
You gathered up your sheet....and your cot, and headed for the house. A certain sadness filled that moment. It seemed that business as usual was beginning, when a business that was unusal was ending! Didn't want it to end! Yet, there it was...the sun, and the signal to begin!
Why am I writing this? Because I wish that I had slept more, out under the stars, with the cicadas rubbing their wings together, with all those I hold near and dear. Yes, a few camping trips accomplished this. But, it was being with my Dad, those Cedar Vale cicadas, the rustling sycamore leaves, and the shooting stars that crossed over in the night, that made THOSE NIGHTS SPECIAL!
As wonderful as was the night, more wonderful the morning! Don't know when I became awake.
A beam of light from somewhere, I guess. No alarm clocks. You just knew it was time to get up!
You gathered up your sheet....and your cot, and headed for the house. A certain sadness filled that moment. It seemed that business as usual was beginning, when a business that was unusal was ending! Didn't want it to end! Yet, there it was...the sun, and the signal to begin!
Why am I writing this? Because I wish that I had slept more, out under the stars, with the cicadas rubbing their wings together, with all those I hold near and dear. Yes, a few camping trips accomplished this. But, it was being with my Dad, those Cedar Vale cicadas, the rustling sycamore leaves, and the shooting stars that crossed over in the night, that made THOSE NIGHTS SPECIAL!
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