Writer on a Horse
And a Dog

The world looks better from the back of a horse and the roads of life are easier with a good dog beside you.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Want y'all to meet Loretta... a real sweet heart

Loretta was born the day after Mother's day on May 12th  She has one sister Georgia and six brothers... Archie, Luke. Arrow, Bear, and two that the new owners didn't let me know what they named them.  Loretta wasn't the prettiest pup but what she lacks in beauty she makes up in charisma and she has tons of that.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy 4th of July

In the month of July I'm going to blog about things that make happy I live in a free country
First thing:
Have you ever noticed that athletes from other countries look like they don't enjoy the sport.  Like it's a job instead of a passion.  I'm so happy we can have sporting events for pleasure not work... and with that

 Roll Tide Roll

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Makes me want to put a fountain in my front yard

To me this picture says it all... make your life beautiful, graceful, and motion....Run with no cares and live... okay I know this horses are not real but I can see the image as if they were running... can't you feel the pounding of their hoofs and hear their calls to each other... my Indian blood is pumping

Friday, June 20, 2014

Happy Birthday to my baby

40 years ago today my son was born... I'm so proud of the man he has become and would like to share some pic of him though the years

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Stormy Nights and Cloudy Days

rain rain go away
come back a hot dry day
my puppies want to play

wind wind stop the blow
the tomatoes are so low
I want red to flow

Everything is growing in North Alabama... flowers, puppies, chicks, weeds and green beans

I should have veggies in a few weeks. Yeah

I just hope I can plow my garden this week or I will have to wade a weed sea.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Graduation where do you keep the diploma chiseled in stone

Second graduation class at Bradshaw, 1969 Wow that was 45 years ago.... were did the time go.


June was a busy month for me back in 1969, graduate first week then get married last week of the month.

Life was at my feet on the day I graduated... I could almost hear it saying...take me, mold me, you can go anywhere.  Some people might think I didn't listen to life on that day, but I did.  I picked the life I wanted and never looked back.  Grouchy might be my outer demeanor but happy is my inner.  As my oldest granddaughter told a friend, Granny marches to her own beat.  Thank you Jase.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Maw Maw Norred... still miss you

My husband's sister, Lucy, asked me to write a short piece about Maw Maw's apron for her to read at a ladies meeting.  Here is what I came up with.  For those of you who didn't know, Maw Maw lived with Ronnie and me the last few years of her life.  How sad that you lose you husband, children, sisters.... that your closest kin is your grandchildren.  She was a character and my only regret is that I didn't record her stories while she was alive.... she could tell a good story.

Maw Maw’s Apron

Maw Maw wore sack dresses and aprons with pockets.  A sack dress was worn more than one day but each morning she put on a clean apron.  That apron was a tool used to get her work done just like Paw Paw’s carpenter tools helped him.  Made from scrape material, its purpose was more than just a cover to keep her dress clean.
When her marriage was young it held clothes pins for easy access, eggs from the hen house, tomatoes from the garden and blackberries.  Tucked in its pockets was a handkerchief to wipe noses, the house key when she walked to visit family or friends, her sweet gum toothbrush, a small tin of snuff, and the obituaries clipped from the newspaper to show Paw Paw when he got home from work.
When she was older her apron pockets held treats for the grandbabies, the pass Sunday church bulletin and a pencil so she could do her puzzle books. 
Her aprons played many roles.  They were a basket to carry things, a pot holder for hot pans, a mask to hide tears from children, and a monster to chickens in the garden. 

Most important they were a symbol of a hard working woman who loved her family.