A Thousand Words Thursday # 7

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Yesterday’s  theme, for Wordless Wednesday, French Lique Version, was “Mothers”. Yesterday I posted an old photo of my mom and myself. When I was 2 months old, to be exact, getting a bath. It was real vintage, y’all, considerin’ that it was taken way back in 1958!

Today, I am posting a photo of another baby. Doesn’t it look like the same baby? Well, it’s not. This photo was taken 20 years later. It is me, again, this time holding my firstborn son, Kyle. I think the family resemblance is clear.

I’m all into babies these days, because I’m about to become a grandma. My first grandchild, my middle son’s, is due any day now and I just found out four days ago that my oldest son, Kyle (pictured above) is going to give me another one in January.

So in honor of that, I figured I’d  embarrass thrill Kyle by posting a baby photo of him. You know how grown sons love stuff like that, right y’all? Anyway, this photo takes me back in time, and makes me remember what it was like to hold my first child. And that has to be worth a thousand words.

atwtWhich just happens to be the rules of another photography meme called A Thousand Words Thursday. It is hosted by Jen, at Cheaper that Therapy. I think she’s on to something, myself. The idea behind this one is to post a picture that is worth a thousand words.Be sure and click on the link above, and add your photo to the list. Then have fun visiting all the other blogs and viewing what they think is worth a thousand words!

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How We Change: The different versions of me

spincyclesmallThis week’s Spin Cycle topic is change.

Henry David Thoreau said, “Things do not change; we change.”

This week I’ve changed a few things about myself. Well, it’s still a work in progress, y’all, but I’m working on it.

First, I realized that my stupid phone phobia is probably making me feel isolated from certain friends, needlessly. I need to change that. So I’m going to make an effort to overcome it, by picking up the phone more often.

Second, I had an enlightening experience at work, that made me realize that I was wrong about something. I withdrew my membership from the Union several years ago, thinking that I would never need them. Well, this past week, I needed them and they came through for stubborn, non-union me. So I’ve got the paperwork coming to me to sign back up again. I can admit it when I’m wrong.

Third, I’m going to be a first-time Grandma, in May. And, I’ve changed my mind about something else. I thought having a baby shower had to done a certain way. You know, with a card-board stork, a cake with pink or blue icing, crepe paper frills, silly bows pinned on the mother-to-be, stacks of presents wrapped in pink and blue paper, and balloons festively hung from the ceiling.

Well, my son and his beautiful girl, have shown me a better way. They, being younger, hipper, and wiser, do not want or need the frills, and they don’t want to send all that crap into the landfills. So I’m going to do my part to save the planet for the littlest member of my clan, by having a “Green Themed Baby Shower”. If y’all don’t know what that is (I didn’t), google it. It’s not only the coolest thing I’ve discovered in years, but it’s the “In” thing now, too. All the celebrities are doing it!

And since I love posting photos so much, here are some pictures of me, changing through the years. I’ve always loved the piano, and so have all of my different selves.

This is the four year old me, back when I was cute, with my first piano:

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This is me, about age ten, with my “real” piano, an old mahogany upright:

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The same piano, but a different high school version, of “me”. That’s my mom and my brother, Earl, in the background.

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And this is the “today me”, about to become a grandma, y’all. In this photo, I am playing a grand piano at my mother’s cousin’s house, in Charleston, S.C.

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Now head on over to Sprite’s Keeper and read everyone else’s spins on change!

For Wordless Wednesday – BOOKS

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This photo is for Wordless Wednesday, hosted by Dixie over at French Lique, Texas. The theme for this week is “Books”. Since it’s kinda hard impossible for me to post something anything without at least a few words going on and on about it, I have to tell y’all about this photo. This white headed, beautiful southern lady is my favorite author and my Grandmother, Gladys Parker. She passed away last October at the young age of 96, and her mind was sharp as a tack right until the very end.

In this photo, she is sitting at her dining room table in her tiny apartment, which she called her “Penthouse on the Third Floor”.  She is looking over a book of poems that she wrote, a collection called “Then and Now.” The picture on the table is an original oil painting, also her’s. She was a self-taught artist, poet, beloved mother and the epitome of a grand, southern matriarch.

You can read more about Gladys, and read some of her poems, by visiting her blog, The Rock of Gibraltar, here.

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For more Wordless (or not so wordless) Wednesday photos, visit the other participants at French Lique, Texas, by clicking here.

THE VALENTINE

This week’s Spin Cycle is about, what else, y’all? LOVE.

I could write line after line about how much I love my husband, my sons, my daughter-in-law, my parents, my dog. But today my thoughts turn towards a person who greatly influenced my entire life, right from when I was a child. She was the glue that held my family together. She showed me, by her example in everything she did, what it means to have your priorities in the proper order. Her love and her fierce protection for her family never wavered and it never failed. She was my Rock of Gibraltar, my inspiration and my grandmother.

spaceballgladys-parkerThis is a picture of my grandmother, Gladys Parker, when she was about 15 years old.  She wrote the following poem when she was 88. The valentine she describes must have been around 76 years old. She was a down to earth, practical, no nonsense woman – not at all a girly, romantic type. The fact that she saved this valentine surprises me. The moral of the story? You just never know how long those valentines you send today will be saved, or how much they could mean…to somebody.

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“You know I love you;
Can you guess who?”
Is written on my valentine.
Another like it, you cannot find.

Its kept among my souvenirs
Of the past – these many years.
Now and then I take it out
And remember how it came about.

Coming in to school one day
Upon my desk – there it lay.
A bright red heart, homemade too,
Saying, ” You know I love you”.

So childish and inquisitive me
Looked around – who can it be?
He had his eyes inside a book
He knew I knew by his look.

Its been so long – long ago;
His name now I do not know.
But many times I wonder how
This old man is doing now!

Gladys Parker
January 2000

Ans this is how Gladys looked in 2000, when this poem was written. She wrote hundreds of poems in her life, and even had her works published in a book, “Then and Now.”  Sadly, she passed away last October at 96 years old.  You can enjoy more of her poems, and read her life’s story here, at The Rock of Gibraltar, a blog I have started in her memory.

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Bathing Beauties in the Fifties

There’s this thing I found, called Wordless Wednesday (WW, for short), y’all. The rules are real simple, if you want to play. Just post a picture, on Wednesday! Only thing is, it’s gotten so gosh dern popular – it’s every day now. So I’ve decided to hop on the “Thursday Edition”  bus.

Of course, bein’ southern and all sort of precludes me from bein’ completely wordless. Just thought y’all’d like to know that this here picture is of my mom, on the far left, with her cousins and sister, taken sometime around 1950, in Myrtle Beach, SC.

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Rising up, to call her Blessed

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She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day’s work.

She is energetic and strong, a hard worker. She watches for bargains; her lights burn late into the night. Her hands are busy spinning thread, her fingers twisting fiber.

She extends a helping hand to the poor and opens her arms to the needy.

She is clothed with strength and dignity

She can laugh at days to come.

She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

Her children rise up and call her blessed.

Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.

Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last;

But a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised.

Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.

Proverbs 31: 15, 17-20, 25-26, 28-31