Front Porch Stories

As I watched a young man soar out of site on what today's youth refer to as a crotch rocket I though about how bikes have come a long way.  I remembered a boy that I went to school with who rode his rain or shine, it even had his initials on the gas tank.  Then I met my oldest sons dad. We rode on a borrowed motorcycle, we couldn't afford our own.  We divorced and when the oldest was ready to trade his 4 wheeler for a 2 wheeler we got a bike that was way to big for him.  What was I to know!  A friend of mine taught him how to ride on a dirt road and he did really well.  I'm real funny about who I would ride with and I would ride to the end of the earth with him.  It doesn't worry me when he takes my grand children for rides with him. My granddaughter who is eight has a leather jacket with tweedy bird and her own special helmet.  God's loving hand guides his path and keeps them safe and he never takes for granted the beast of a bike he rides.  Thanks for stopping by

for my son and daughter-in-law.  My grandson who is 14 made supper for them.  They have been working hard all day and D thought he would surprise them by making dinner. I am very proud of him.  I love his mother because she is my daughter, but I don't like her very much for the hell that she has put her children through.  I always told my children that life was about choices.  Sometimes you make good choices and sometimes you make bad ones, how you deal with the outcome of those choices is what makes you who you are.  My biggest mistake with my two youngest children is that I did not make them pay big enough consequences when they made bad choices.  The consequences of that mistake has led to them making lots of bad choices.  They are both old enough to start paying the consequences for there mistakes. It makes me mad that they do not take into account that the choices they make and the consequences effect everyone around them, especially their children.

do Pop and I were sitting on the porch today thinking about and talking about days gone by.  We were talking about the things we used to eat when we were kids.  Back then if you lived in the country you lived off the land.  Daddy would kill a hog or two in the fall, and in the spring there would be young fryer chickens, or an old fat hen.  We didn't know what hamburgers or steaks were.  In the fall and winter it was rabbit and squirrel.  Oh my, I can almost smell it frying, and mama would make biscuits and gravy, sometimes she would make the gravy with cornmeal instead of flour, wow it was great.  Pop was telling me about a time when he and his grandparents were sitting at the table and they saw something out the window.  His granddad told him to get the gun, he wanted to go with him but his Pap told him to stay inside.  He glued his face to the window and watched as Pap flushed up a grouse.  He said it was one of the best things that Maw had ever cooked.  They had no idea where it

You know how when your kids are growing up you have a tendency to call them and some of their friends shorty.  Most of the time those same kids come back in a few years and they are lots taller than you are.  My family is no different. Being a woman who is vertically challenged they didn't have to grow much.  Today I was talking to my oldest son and he was calling my grandson shorty and I told him be careful one day he may be taller than you.  He said, yeah but I'm gonna put the fear in him while he's little so he won't want to get crazy when he gets older.  I told him he had the right idea! My son is a good man, with a big heart, not all families would have opened up their hearts and homes to their sisters son. My daughter-in-law is the absolute best! Not only did she fall in love with my son and his daughter, but she has opened up her heart to include my grandson. She and my son make a good pair, and they work well together. I love them dearly!

were sitting on the porch today, we were talking about his upcoming surgery.  I told him that when he got home he was going to have to do whatever the doctor tells him to do.  He was not going to go bear hunting the next day like he did when they put the stimulator in his back.  He laughed and said it's not bear season! I told him he was just like my dad. When daddy had his heart attack it drove him crazy to watch me cut the grass and do the things he normally did.  I remember it was a Labor Day weekend and he always bush hogged the field on that weekend.  So out I went, he sat under a tree in the shade and watched.  I was glad that he did! I ran through a nest of yellow jackets and got stung. When I got to daddy he already had a dip of snuff ready to go on the sting. The next morning, I got up and finished the job.  I miss my dad!  Pop will just have to sit in the shade and let me and Jose do what has to be done for a while.

This Fourth of July brought back a lot of memories. When we were growing up we didn't celebrate very many holidays.  On the Fourth of July we always stopped work at lunch.  Mama would mix up homemade ice cream and  we would take turns sitting on the ole time ice cream freezer and cranking it.  It seemed like it would take forever for it to set firm enough for us to eat.  We would eat homemade ice cream and watermelon.  Then we would go out in the yard and play games til dark.  Some things have changed, we didn't make ice cream or eat watermelon, but we did grill out and played games with the kids til dark. We made some new memories and next year we'll make some ice cream. I love my kids and grand kids. They are what make my world go round. Thanks for stopping by my blog.