SummerâŠ that time when people are outside, children racing in and outâŠ the flies come in and the dog gets out. Or, in the alternative, the dog is let out in the morning and allowed to determine its own course until evening. One sure sign of summer is the calls to the courthouse about dog bites.
J'ever notice? Sometimes you catch yourself saying something real "old". One cold morning I told Frances, "I think I'll go crank my pickup." They haven't made pickups that you had to crank since before I was born. I have, however, cranked a couple of welding machines and remember tractors that the grown folks cranked. All of this made me think of stories I have heard about cars "back when."
Have you noticed that suddenly there is even more attention than normal being paid to the whole "climate change" issue? For some reason, this item is getting pushed even harder than before, and since it was already getting pretty much 24/7 airplay, that's saying something.
June traditionally has been the month for brides. From the initial naming of the month (for Juno, the Roman goddess of marriage), to the fact that flowers in the northern hemisphere are at their freshest, to the more recent factor, namely that of starting a new life together following graduation, this month seems to be THE month for celebrating the start of new lives together. The peer and societal pressure to marry in the month of flowers, to go from the graduation ceremony to the alter, the âdreamâ all seem to conspire to push people to marriage.
Yeah, my wife has got some folks all down in there.
That usually means kinfolks, but not always. Sometime, simple country doings are confusing. You know, out way past where the pavement ends and across the dry creek. It's where we talk slow, think slow and move slow. Ya really think that's always right?
Now back to "my wife's folks". No, he is not blood kin to them. He may call his wife's cousin "my cousin" if he is short on cousins, a rare deal hereabouts. Someone may ask if that is his real cousin, to which he may say, "We are cousins across the table."
Graduation is such a special time, not just for those who are leaving high school or college, but also for their parents and families. It is the culmination of years of encouragement, watching, waiting, and praying. Whether proceeding to college or a career, the graduate is embarking on life as an adult.
It's that time of year again, where social media will buzz like crazy on Sunday as we all take the time to let the online world know that our mom is the best one out there.
If you've followed my columns, I've already praised my mom through this particular medium. But as I glance at my Facebook news feed on a daily basis (probably more than I should), I find that there are a wide variety of mothers out there, and they all should be celebrated.
I've often wished my kids could see how things were when I was a kid. "'Zat right?" you say. Yeah, it is. I wish they could see how much different daily life was at that time. It's really kind of hard to tell them about it, but if they could go to the high school and see the teachers, and see how everyone was dressed and how much different the hairstyles were, I think they'd understand. It seems like everyone was busy, but it wasn't this mad rush of running, snatching and grabbing that we now have.
May first is probably one of the least known âspecialâ days on the calendar. By proclamation issued in 1958, President Eisenhower declared the day âLaw Dayâ, a time to remember and to honor âthe great heritage of liberty, justice and equality under law which our forefathers bequeathed to usâ. While not a holiday celebrated with the festivities of some â and it is doubtful that any businesses or government offices close for its observance â it is one which should not be forgotten.
Well, I'll say one thing for The Barack, he sure knows how to work the news cycle to keep people's attention diverted from things with the potential to embarrass him. Of course he also has the willing cooperation of the press, which makes it a lot easier.