Thursday, December 18, 2014
Below is Fleta in 2007. She had just had the liver cyst and was still sort of sick. We were at Patsy's and I was getting some chickens to bring home. Time flies.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Ingrid turned 13 and I gave her cash. All my Grand kids are old enough to love getting cash except maybe Greta. Ingrid got two new outfits and they look good. Ingrid is a twig! She is a very smart girl and has the reading bug like the Powell sisters do. Sigrid and Astrid are good readers but they don't read as much as Ingrid.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
When Saroo becomes an adult, he becomes acquainted with the computer program Google earth. He starts his search following train tracks out of Calcutta. He knows he came by train and the tracks can lead him back to his mother and home town. He makes a compass circle from Calcutta out the number of miles he thinks he could have road the train. He searches and searches. Sometimes he is without a fast internet connection and will give up a while, but always he returns to the Google program and tries again. By 2010, he has a fast connection in his home. He travels down each rail road finding nothing. The one city he knows starts with a B and he looks at every B city in India. He was on the train longer than he thought and his village was actually farther away than he thought.
His book is really good and interesting. His new parents are wonderful. Sometimes the worse thing in our lives is the best thing after all. We don't understand God's plan, but as Patsy would say "it is written in stone". Hope Fleta can download this to her new computer and read it.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Richard told a story of going coon hunting with Frankie Powell and Billy Joe Rudd. The dogs often chase a coon around and around. Coons are smart and will go through water and around in circles to try to escape. Squirrel hunting like we do goes fast. The dog hits the trail and soon trees the squirrel. If the dog sees a squirrel on the ground it will go up the tree quickly as on the ground the dog has an advantage and can catch the squirrel if he stays in the chase. But coon hunting is a night time adventure. I have gone a few times and it was not very exciting to me, but brother Richard loved coon hunting. Richard said they were sitting under a big oak and listening to the dogs track a coon. They bark on track and you tell where the dogs are. Squirrel dogs are quiet on the track and bark when they are treed. Coon dogs bark differently on the track that when they are treed. Also, of course they bark more vigorously and in one spot. Making the way to the tree is a treacherous walk. Always through briars and bushes! Remember it is pitch dark and the only light when I went was on Richard's head.
Billy Joe was a jolly sort. Under the oak, he just went to sleep knowing Richard and Frankie would wake him if the dogs treed. Richard said they made a ring out of oak leaves and lit it on fire in several places. Billy Joe woke in a ring of fire and you could hear the ring of laughter even over the dogs howling in the distance!
Today I was thinking about Christmas at home and I remembered several. Daddy always went to get us a tree and Momma would say get a small one. Daddy and his helpers always came home with a huge tree that would barely go in our little living room I recall that we bought those tin foil icicles but made most of the decorations. Aunt Betty sent me a pretty necklace once. We had such few pretty things to put on the tree that we hung the sparkling necklace there. When they took the tree out, they took away my pretty necklace. The tree was burned and so went my necklace from Aunt Betty. I don't even recall what it had one it but I think it was a locket.
One Christmas Fleta and I got dolls and I remember they were in shoe boxes. Daddy told Richard that they would surprise Clayton with a pocket knife and they put in his boot so when he put his foot in he would find it. Clayton thought they only got gifts for the little ones. Richard did not think he was getting anything. Which was fine with him, I am sure. Well, Richard put his foot in his boot first and he felt the knife there. He was sure they had put the pocket knife in the wrong boot. Still not realizing that Daddy had gotten a knife for him too. I am always sad at Christmas time, but Daddy loved Christmas. He was generous and loved having fun and a big meal. He was full of Christmas spirit. He always reminded us that it was not really Jesus' birthday and that really has stuck with me.
One Christmas Daddy bought gifts at Walmart and the woman said something like $21.50 to which Daddy said "oh, no, it is more than that". She was sort of hateful saying the register was correct so Daddy paid, but I think the story was that the bill should have been 121.50 or something like that. We were really poor so it was a nice Christmas gift from Walmart!