The first Saturday in October was the Garrison reunion at Fayette. The Garrison Boys were there, and all looked to be doing well. Uncle Donalds wife Aunt Edith in is poor health and was not able to come. But Uncle Donald was there, as was Uncle Jake, looking good to be 85. Uncle Johnny and Catherine was there also. These are Daddy's brothers. Uncle Clayton passed away about 25 years ago. I had not seen his girls in several years, and it was good to see them all there and doing well. When we left the park, we drove by my grandmothers house, it still looked like it did for years, the same log posts in front and the unpainted block walls. Then we went by the cemetary where mothers parents are buried. I tried to find the cemetary where daddys parents are but missed the turn, They are at the Cleveland Church of Christ near Berry. We would go to church there when we visited Fayette. They didn't have a full time preacher and we would go for Sunday School and communion. Times like this remind me how much I miss not having Daddy around. It still seems a shame that he was taken from us at such an early age. He was 67 and has been gone for 14 years. I still think of him often. I know Mother misses him greatly. I'm sure she would be in better shape if he was still here.
Mother fell last Friday, and bruised herself up pretty good. We went over Saturday night with some potato soup and her favorite Mexican cornbread. She was hurting so bad that she couldn't eat. After supper we helped her get back in bed, and it hurt her so bad, we decided to take her to Princeton. There, the x-rays showed a broken toe, and possible break below her knee. They admitted her to run more tests. She has been having leg pain for some time now, and I think the fall aggrievated it. I hope they can help to ease the physical pain. This past Oct 25 would have been my parents 60th wedding anniversary. Times like this really get mother down. I know that she would like to have daddy around. But that can't happen. For those of you that never met him, he was a good man, husband, and father. I have met many people who knew him and I never had anyone say anything bad about him. I know I am prejudist about this, but it is the truth. He didn't talk much, but a lot of people have told me that he made a lot of sense and when he said something it would be worth hearing. If he didn't like someone he never said anything bad about them, he just wouldn't wouldn't have much to do with them. I wish the grandkids that came later coud have met him. I am sad that they will never know his corny humor and mischevious ways, Mother had been putting a puzzle together and was just about through when daddy put a piece in his shirt pocket while she wasn't looking. He said that when she couldn't find it he would put it in and get credit for finishing the puzzle. He was a good man and is still missed greatly by all those that knew him. Enought for now. Remember Mother in your prayers that she can recover and ease the pain she suffers from. I never know how to end things so Bye.

20 Childhood memories

Thanks a lot Susan, I can always count on you to get things going. I have been thinking about my childhood since I read your post. I too had a good upbringing. We didn't have a lot, but back then it didn't seem to matter. We were happy with what we had. Here are a few memories, in no particular order.

1. Waking up to the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen.
2. Our kitchen had a bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area, I would stand up in a chair and look over it to watch mother when she cooked. I learned all I know about cooking while doing this.
3. Getting to go with daddy to the mines to get his check and then go out to pay bills on payday.
4. Going to the hospital to see Becky when she was born. We couldn't go to the room and I didn't get to see her, but we stood on the sidewalk while mother looked out the window.
5. Looking over the carseat at Becky when we took her home from the hospital.
6. Watching the men use a gas powered auger to put up Mr. Mitchells fence. I was about 4 when they did this.
7. Going to church barefooted on Wednesday nights.
8. Bro. Holley had an oscillating fan on the pulpit that would also hit the front pew. I would sit on the front pew so I could feel the fan. Before air conditioning.
9. Helping daddy work of stuff in the garage.
10. Pine cone battles, don't ever get hit with the green ones.
11. Going to Dixie Jr. High and changing classes for the first time. This is now Minor Community School.
12. Driving to Fayette to visit Grandmother and hearing mother and daddy sing the old songs.
13. Shooting into the sand bank at grandaddy's house, and then digging the bullets out of the sand.
14. Going to the Fairgrounds for a church picnic one Sunday afternoon and getting in trouble because I spent all my money on rides at Kiddie Land. $2.50.
15. Because I was the same age as Mark the preacher's son, when someone would ask Bro. Holley to lunch, I would get to go with them to keep him company. Thanks for the good food Sis. Cagle
16. Saturday work days. When adding on the the Mulga church building. The men would work and the ladies would provide lunch. The old building was built completely by the members.
17. Picking the white roses that Mrs. Mitchell planted on the fence. She told me I could have any that grew on my side.
18. Picking wild onions in the yard for mother to use in the kitchen.
19. Letting Becky sit in her stroller so she could watch me play. For details ask Becky.
20. Playing blindman's bluff and having Becky fall off the bed and knocking out her two front teeth.
21. I would count the people at church to pick the least number there so I could go up and be baptized. I didn't like to get up in front of a lot of people. On the night I was baptized there were 27. It was the 3rd of Jan. and the water was cold.

When I first read Susans blog, I wondered if I could think of 20 things, I could probably think of 100 more, but I won't bore you with it. This is just the first 21 I thought of.