Monday, February 28, 2011
Worth The Wait!!!!
I finally got to walk
The Green Line! Max called
and asked if I wanted
to go. I said YES!!!! It was
wonderful!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Basketball
Forrest with his Basketball Trophy. After the last game on Saturday,
it was time for donuts and handing out of the trophy.
They all gave 100%, so everyone got a trophy! I so enjoy
going to their games. It must be something about
remembering the games of his dad and uncle.
Couch Jamal giving a pre-game briefing. If you notice the
girl power right in the middle of this talk.... She is the
only girl on the team. I wanted to give her a blogger
High Five!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Family Ties
February 13, 1895 Yesterday was Mama Gooch's birthday! I wanted to write about this yesterday, but, I was with Mama Gooch's family. Lacie Elma Simmons Gooch was the sweetest grandmother ever! She was the matriarch of our wonderful family. Last night at dinner I told her Great-Great Grandson Jack all about the table he now uses as an art table. It is the table we all used to sit around and share many a meal, and many of our life stories. I just wanted to bring that memory to all my family who might read this....
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Grinding Memphis to a Screeching Halt
Saturday, February 5, 2011
A Visit Home
I went home this week. While I was
there I was treated to home cooked
meals. All I had to do was help set
the table and help clear the table.
Time moves very slowly there.
One special treat for me was a
visit my brother and I made to
our aunt and uncle. She is the one
who inspired me to be a nurse.
I loved her soft, caring voice and
gentle manner. He worked at the
sawmill with my grandfather and
my mother. He calls me Bevie.
He used to eat lunch with us
every day. He is almost 94 years
old (we have good genes). He
showed me how he exercises
in his chair and lifts weights
every day. He tells me he still
feels like forty or fifty years
old.
there I was treated to home cooked
meals. All I had to do was help set
the table and help clear the table.
Time moves very slowly there.
One special treat for me was a
visit my brother and I made to
our aunt and uncle. She is the one
who inspired me to be a nurse.
I loved her soft, caring voice and
gentle manner. He worked at the
sawmill with my grandfather and
my mother. He calls me Bevie.
He used to eat lunch with us
every day. He is almost 94 years
old (we have good genes). He
showed me how he exercises
in his chair and lifts weights
every day. He tells me he still
feels like forty or fifty years
old.
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