Tuesday, April 29, 2014

From The Crown Down


 Just returned from a quick trip to see my parents. If you follow my blogs, you know my mom has been ill, for an unusual long spell, but is on the mend. Mother Mary walks slow and looks great. Dad, walks slow and looks awesome, just ask him and he will tell you that exactly! I know their bones hurt, and their hearts ache, but they are still earthbound. ( Daddy will explain that he is on his way out??) So I sigh with relief and thankfulness. My brother Tommy and Cousin Melanie have been in the trenches, and I salute you. Brother Benjie brings up the rear and I appreciate all he does. It takes a village, and I have a good one. ( Thanks for cards to my mom, food, flowers, I know there are others who help with my parents, My cup runs over!) Love travels, via Facebook, and through texts that I pass on to them.
We are all so connected, yet still far away.
I want to thank my cousin Mel Deen for the title of my blog, a random title, that has little to nothing to do with my blog. I just love the saying, that she shared with me, on my drive-by visit!
My dad often talks about the ugly people in the world, and there are many. It has been a fascinating subject of his for years. One he thinks they know that they are ugly, and he wonders about it!?? and I think he may have even said, that they should stay home, after a trip to the Wall mart Store. He is not being cruel (?) he just is stating a fact. He does not tell the people, that they look awful, but he has been known to shake his head. Well Mel found a you tube video of this lady, preaching about ugly people and sent it to daddy. This young lady was the voice of daddy's reason. She said some people are ugly From The Crown Down
   That is the best way I have ever heard someone called "pure ugly!" From the top of your head on down, you may be less then pretty!  Thank you Melsey for the pearl of wisdom, that made Homer happy, and for adding to my collection of quotes and words that send me over the moon happy.
   Now what is my blog about, maybe words and quotes? Maybe listening, or just showing up? Paying attention to details, writing stuff down? To be honest it started off with a book Iam reading. Yes, with a few lines in it, that I needed to share. This month is winding down, and I have to slide this in.
  Under Magnolia: A Southern Memoir by Frances Mayes. It is, moss hanging in big oak trees, southern gold. Dripping honey on every page, and cutting you to the quick the next.
  Some highlights;
          Deeply fatalistic, you know we are!!!
          Time to rebel. Internal gears begin to grind, propelling you forward-then you invent the reasons.
          the still alive folktale pattern of telling three incidents in order to illustrate a point ( That is me!)
          How many countries I've seen, and nowhere else experienced the soft balm of a southern night.
          Bowl of peaches, church books, images are the pegs holding down memory's billowing tent.
          If I ever get out of here, I will never select unhappiness. When the plate of unhappiness is passed around and more and more is offered. I'll say no thank you, no. But they wanted seconds.
I have not even finished this book, just taking a sip and holding it in my mouth.
Delicious southern sweet tea, with lemon.
I love the South, and all its perfect, imperfections.
Read this book, if you get a minute or two.
April showers, and knowing for this minute my parents are good.
Happy From The Crown Down.

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