Thursday, June 07, 2018

An Alien?

What is it?
Did an alien slip into the grape?
It was the only one
that looked like this

Are aliens more advanced?
Maybe they do know more
than we do
just want to help

Maybe they'd land 
if we didn't try to shoot them
Maybe they know 
how to cure complicated

Maybe they know
how to love more
and live peace

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My photo

Love Soothes the Soul

Love is all there is

One cannot plant flowers
make war 
at the same time

Grace and Peace to all

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Photos not mine

Monday, May 28, 2018

Memorial Day 2018

Old wars

Current wars 

An Appeal to the World
The way to peace in a time of division

His Holiness the Dalai Lama XIV
Co-author Franz Alt

"Love without exception. 
Our spiritual well-being depends
on our innate human nature,
our natural affinity for goodness,
compassion, and caring for others."

"Ethics, compassion and social behavior
are inborn traits.
When we cultivate the inner values
that we all appreciate in other people,
we begin to live spiritually."

"tis more important for humanity's survival
to become aware of our commonalities
than to constantly emphasize what divides us"

"Most human conflicts can be resolved
through sincere dialogue."

"Disarmament is compassion put into practice.
Disarm. Don't arm yourselves!
Overcome hatred and prejudice
with cooperation and tolerance!"

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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

People Helping People = Peace on Earth

Foam wasp and hornet killer wasn't in the aisle with household cleaners at Walmart. The clerk I'd asked in housewares found it in the Garden center and hunted me down. That's service!

When I got to our truck, I couldn't get in. The man in the car on my passenger side said, "I'll put those in for you." The little girl with him said, "That was nice."
"Yes it was."

I couldn't get in my driver's side because the driver of the car beside me was trying to back out. I motioned for them to stop. They couldn't see over my truck. I checked the traffic and stopped it. When I told them it was safe to back out, they were filled with joy. "Nobody has ever done that for us!" Those who stopped pulled into the space with wide smiles, too. So was I.

When I backed out, I rolled the passenger window down to the man on my right. "We were people helping people, that's what peace on earth looks like." He nodded and smiled.

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Saturday, May 12, 2018

Jesus used a 6-yr. old to answer my prayer

Earlier this week I made our monthly grocery run to Walmart. My cart was so full, I had to use a second one. I felt like a mule tethered to a one-bottom plow trying to slice into virgin prairie. Where's another mule when you need one?
"Jesus, I need help."
A little boy ahead and to my left turned around and walked straight to me. "Do you need help?"
He looked to his mom. She and I exchanged smiles; she nodded to him it was okay.

Walking to my car, he said, "I'm six years old. I go to Friar's Point Elementary School. I'm graduating from Kindergarten soon."
"That's great! Do you like to read?"
He frowned. "Not so much in school." His eyes widened. "I just read 'Biscuit' by myself!"
"Good for you!"

He intended to unload his cart into my car, but he wasn't tall enough to reach anything. His mom drove up."Do you need some help?"
"That's ok. I 'll get it." Why is it so hard to accept help? "Yes, thank you, I do need help."

It took us ten minutes to empty both carts. We ended with a hug. I thanked her and told her she was doing a great job with her son, and I'd tipped him.

Never underestimate the "Power of Prayer." People helping people = Peace on Earth

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Happy Mother's Day!

A garden of flowers for you Mom

You led, guarded and taught us

Forever grateful we are,

Maeann and Janis

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Poetry mine

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Talking Turtle

"Well, hello there."
She stopped and looked up
"You're very pretty.
Show me what you can do."

Try as I might,
I could not get the video to upload.

With her back legs
she demonstrated
building a nest 
using hand-like motions
she pulled and pushed
handsful of earth
creating space
deep enough
to hide her eggs
she covered them with leaves
Fine work little Mama

We missed the hatchlings
that made their way
back to the river

God Bless Turtles

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

My Pineapple Ministry

I loved it when Kroger's had imported, fresh pineapple. If they were too green, I let them rest on the counter and turned them daily. When the hide began to soften and I could smell the pineapple, I cut the top off and planted it outside. (It would last through warm weather.) Turned on it's top, on a saucer, allowed the juice to make its way down to the top. 

It's a fragrant messy moment
slicing the outside off 
Note the hearts
the cakes are made with love

There are many recipes for pineapple upside down cake. My favorite is the recipe that uses buttermilk. I make the 10" pineapple upside down cake in my cast iron skillet. Sometimes I make two 8", or four 4", or use a round cake pan. I've made so many, more than 60. We enjoy them and they've been wonderful gifts for family and friends. I've mentioned how good they were and someone would say, "I wish somebody would make me one." So I did. Making money isn't my motive. Pineapples represent Hospitality. It's worth the effort just to see people smile and feel blessed. 

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Saturday, March 03, 2018

Fruit Pizza

A creative explosion 
of color
first feeds the eyes

A base of
plain cookie dough
baked on a pizza tin
and cooled

Frosted with
softened cream cheese
and a little
powdered sugar

Decorated with fruit
of your choice

It goes fast
I never got a bite

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Violence, Drugs & Mental Health Issues vs Peace

     We are surrounded by violence, drugs and mental health issues. People become what they see. Violence is the only way to express myself, mindset. All guns could be removed from the world and there would still be violence. People would find other tools to do damage with. 

     Mr. Rogers of "Mr. Rogers Neighborhood," spoke gently to children and adults after 9/11. First Lady Laura Bush was a calming influence, also.

     This is Buckshot with his 1st year fleece security blanket. In the spring our yard was covered with little blue flags. He prefers we all be in the same room, so he can do his job of watching over us. If one of us doesn't feel well, he comes close to love the wrong away. He can be sound asleep and hit the floor barking because something or someone crossed the yard. I wish I was that sensitive.

     There are better ways to be, and things to do with our time, than get wrapped up in violence. L. R. Knost said, "So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you."  

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Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Real Winter in MS

     We haven't had ice and snow for several years. The kids were tickled to be out of school for six days. By the third day, parents were groaning.

     I left the string of colored LED lights in the kitchen window and on the living room window. They seem magical.

     The house was built in the 60's and adequate for Southern weather. Bitter cold is keeping people home. When the sun shines on the kitchen and living room windows, the rooms warm. The thermostat sighs and takes a break. The back of the house gets cold enough to hang a hog. Memories of our old country house rush in reminding me of the cook stove that would die over night and the teakettle freeze. This isn't so bad after all. Good reading weather.

     Chili and chicken & vegetable soup warm body and soul, and the house smells nice. Buckshot snuggles under the covers and warms our feet. We're doing fine.

     It's raining. Really raining! Sounds like spring, yard work,a lot of sweat equity and mosquitoes! 

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It's Adam's Fault

The world explodes

with accusations 

of men's sexual misconduct

women accuse the 👹s

men are stripped of their jobs

and earned awards 💘

no innocent until proven guilty here

If Adam hadn't fondled Eve

(Supposing it wasn't she doing the fondling)

people wouldn't be here

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Quitting Smoking

"I'm Quitting!" he announced triumphantly at the VA cessation class. 
Cheers from the audience. "I've got it all figured out."

I was overjoyed. What a relief to not smell smoke on our clothes, in the house, vehicles and on his breath.

Highlights of his experiment:

I cooked liver and onions, rice and gravy.
"You cooked too many onions."

"The chocolate milk doesn't taste as good as the other brand."

"Are you taking your meds?"
"These sweet potatoes need more juice."

"When you make tea, shake it up!

"These blueberry muffins aren't as good as the other store's."

"These peaches don't taste as good as the first ones."
Grrr! I'm married to a food critic!!! It was the fourth can. Which one was first? 

"Hospital food doesn't taste good."
"Of course not. They don't want you to stay."
A fish-eyed scowl.

"Shouldn't the meatloaf have ketchup on it?"
Apparently, every woman in the world got the perfect meatloaf recipe except me. Where was I that day?

Lentil soup with fresh veggies: "I'm not eating anymore of your psychedelic vegetables! What's the matter with purple hulled peas? Don't you want to learn to cook them? It can't be that hard." 

After the 6th month, he went back to smoking a pack a day. The food critic is gone. I suspect he can't taste anything again, but I'm not complaining.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2018


We share the same DNA

Leave it to my sister
to add
a boatload of humor

She went into the Good Feet Store
wearing the spotted slacks
And came out
wearing matching shoes

The whereabouts 
of my spots
is spotty

More on our DNA later

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Sunday, December 24, 2017

"Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht"

This Christmas Eve morning, I joyfully told our Sunday School class some of the history of "Stille Nacht Heilige Nacht." "Silent Night" to us.

At St. Nicholas's Church in Oberndorf, Austria, 199 years ago today, Assistant Priest Josef Mohr discovered the organ didn't work. They had to have music for Christmas Eve mass. He walked through the snow to teacher, Franz Xaver Gruber's. Mohr had written a poem two years prior and asked Gruber if he could set it to music in time for Christmas Eve Mass.

Gruber arrived at church early with his guitar and music. He and Father Mohr taught the choir to sing "Stille Nacht" in 4 part harmony. The congregation loved it.

In the spring, the organ-mender came and repaired the organ. Testing it, he played Stille Nacht and memorized it. When he went back to his village, he taught the children to sing it. It was carried to other churches and locations. Today it's known around the world.

Flooding took its toll on the original church. The Stille Nacht Memorial Chapel stands on a mound in its place.

Go to  for pictures, music and further information. It's a heart-warming read.

Merry Christmas family and friends and may your New Year be filled with many blessings.

Love, Maeann

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Sunday, December 17, 2017

Christmas in Mississippi

Our house is too small for a tree

in the living room window

Buckshot wouldn't be able

to see out

We strung lights in and across the kitchen windows

and added a couple of ornaments

Christmas just isn't the same without family near

Christmas's past

Mexican Ironwood reindeer and braided bread

Krysia and her creations: A charming pair!

Handkerchief, cutout, crocheted and ceramic angels

not on a tree

on our bedroom walls:

The seven stockings Krysia counted cross stitched

 hang on the walls, too

What Christmas is really about!

Merry Christmas to you and yours

And Best Wishes for the New Year

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Sunday, November 12, 2017

Random Acts of Blindness 😴😍

Is it missing a corner I meant to turn at 😦 

Or the opportunity to see something different 😖

Or a dead end 😬

Is it overlooking 

an unintentional offense 💓

a deliberate intent to offend 💘

We cannot live in someone else's mind

and discern what's behind their every thought

and feeling

Managing my thoughts and feelings

is a full-time job 💟

Self-control and self-correction

is where it's at 💗

To be at peace😍💕

I must live

sympathy, compassion and kindness 💖


Random Acts of Blindness 💞

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

💗 Living Sympathy, Compassion and Kindness = Divine Love in action 💗

As we were leaving the Memphis, VA yesterday, we met a woman standing and smiling. She said she is a volunteer who welcomes veterans, thanks them for their service and tells them something that might make them feel better. God Bless her! 💓

Not long ago, I met a woman at the end of a grocery aisle. I smiled. She projected hate. We met again at the corner of another aisle. I smiled. She maintained hate. The third time we met, I smiled and so did she. 💝

Coming from the Midwest, I had no background/understanding of racism. I can't do it. Hate is debilitating, a waste of God given energy. It can make the sender physically ill. We, the people, are not that different. We all want to be loved and accepted just the way we are. Living sympathy, compassion and kindness soothes, heals and connects us. Want to do something good?  ðŸ’ž Love a hater. ðŸ’Ÿ It just might open their heart, too.

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Monday, September 25, 2017

Hurricanes Harvey, Irma and More!!


The sea just being the sea


The world has witnessed nature's wrath 
on a massive scale

The suffering, grief, helplessness
the lump in their throats
the ache in their hearts
the striped feeling
in their souls

Our hearts go out to all
wrapping each one
in love and prayers
and may all pets
get back to their families

P.S. Hopefully the hurricanes blew
all the misplaced Pythons
out to sea!

Photos Clip Art
©2017 Poem only Red Convertible Travel Series   

Thursday, August 31, 2017

MS Writer's Guild

Aug. 25-26 the MS Writer’s Guild held their annual conference at Pearl, MS.

Presenters included famed author Curtis Wilke. “The Long Road to Camelot” is a history must read co-authored with Thomas Oliphant.

Charlie Spillers “Confessions of an Undercover Agent” is spellbinding! I'd have died of fright.

Stanley Nelson is editor of The Concordia (LA) Sentinel. Recently nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for his decade-long work revealing murders committed by the Ku Klux Klan in Central MS and Northeast LA. His highly acclaimed book is “Devils Walking: Klan Murders along the Mississippi in the 1960s"

Jill Conner Browne, author of the “Sweet Potato Queens Series” tickled us.

J Janice Coleman, professor of literature at Alcorn University portrayed Phoenix Jackson from Eudora Welty's "A Worn Path." Wearing a red scarf around her head, a long-sleeved black top, long black and white skirt with a cotton apron, she made Phoenix come alive. An umbrella filled in for her walking stick. She talked the talk and walked the walk.(Living History) She is also a quilt maker. After reading Toni Morrison's "Beloved," she made a quilt for Baby. 

C. Leigh McInnis, instructor at Jackson St Uni., was among poets to read for the celebration of the election of President Barack Obama January 2009. He did "Workshopping: Bring Your Manuscript."

Kara Bachman wrote "Katrina Memories: Stories of Survivors" and taught about "Building an author Platform."

Robin Rushing, is a graduate of Milsaps, a freelance writing consultant specializing in proposals, ghost writing, editing, marketing and peer response tutorials, and a co-writer/editor for acclaimed cookbooks.

There was so much inspiration in the room, I came home and got to work on my writing.

Dr. Rachell Anderson is the facilitator of the Tunica Chapter of the MSWG. We meet at the Tunica Museum from 1-3:30 pm the third Sat. of the month from Sept. through June. All are welcome. Come write light, or as Hemingway said, "Write hard and clear about what hurts."  Who knows which, or how many of us, are best-selling authors in the making. Whoo-hoo!

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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Chipping Campden Cotswolds, United Kingdom

Do you ever wonder
where the road 
will take you?

What's down this alley?

Who lives here
What do they eat
Fish and chips?

Original watercolors
by Rosalie Jordan

Purchased there in 1993
while traveling with my sister

They now hang
 on my kitchen wall
a reminder of
a once-in-a-lifetime trip

Was there once a gate?
Were sheep contained
Waiting for market?
Or something else?

Rosalie Jordan original art

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Thursday, July 27, 2017

Drink Tea and Talk Nice


Where you can
really see
where you're going

Passionate works of art
first feed the eye

Fresh fruit, produce
and skilled hands
make it
for you

Dress up
Drink tea
Talk nice

Welcome Ladies

Microsoft photos
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Sunday, July 23, 2017

A Light-Hearted Moment at The Memphis, TN VA

In spite of complaints about the VA, Johnny and I have none. For many years, VAs across the country have been there for him. Without them, he'd have died long ago. We appreciate the staff and tell them so. They're surprised, "Nobody tells us." Some are moved to tears and mile-wide smiles. Hugs are appreciated.

My heart goes out to all who've served our country. So many have experienced war's worst. The best gift I can give them is time and attention. For a simple "Thank you." some smile, some nod, and some frown, as if to say, "Is she for real?" I recently visited with three over 90 WWII Veterans. Their minds were sharp, and their skin was smooth. They loved sharing their stories.

The Memphis VA is undergoing renovation. At a recent appointment, we had a lot of walking to do. We copped a light-weight, red wheelchair with small wheels and no restraints on the passenger. Pressing the bar to the top back allows the chair to glide. To my amazement, navigating Johnny's 170 lbs. was effortless. Release the bar and the chair stops on the spot.

We were doing well, until I had to navigate down a slight incline. All of a sudden, a huge Veteran was walking in step with 5'5" me. I thanked him for his service, looked over my shoulder, thanked the taller one behind him and those further back. I was struggling a little holding back the chair. The big soldier spoke softly, "I could be first."
"Not if I let go."

Microsoft photo
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Friday, July 14, 2017

Uni-Brow Bushy and Hairless

Uni-brow Bushy


No relation
I assume

I found
 this spooky grape
on the vine
in the cluster of grapes
And didn't know
what to do with it

I didn't want to eat it
Bury it?
I sealed it in a bag
froze it
threw it out

Problem solved
I think

Still spooky

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Saturday, July 08, 2017

I'd rather be in France 7/7/17

Ah, splendid view
from a distance
up close
from the upper tiers
I was picnicking 
on the grass

Day break in Mississippi: 20 lb Madchen purrs atop my closed computer. Gave her the "fish-eye." Computer still won't forward, reply or compose. Cuss cat and computer.

Let Schatzie in. Refuses dry food. "Eat it. It cleans your teeth, so they don't fall out." Rebuttal meows. Give him tuna.

JB on the couch with a cigarette. Morning news: large company refuses to hire anyone who smokes. Yeah! That doesn't work here. Make him coffee.
Commercial: Lula says donuts and a bucket of Church's Chicken are one remedy for stress. I need a donut. Maybe several. Chicken later.

Clean up body and attitude. Smear face with Origins Active Charcoal Mask to clear pores. Lie down. Compose self. Go deep. Find my center. Ahhh

A comfortable 73 degrees. Dewy in and out: typical semi-tropical Southern morning. No mosquitoes . . . yet. No need to move fast. Swerve to miss street lump: lost pillow. Muster gratitude we aren't flooded and it isn't snowing.
Donut Shop on #61: Raspberry filled for JB, chocolate filled for me, and a short Cappuccino.

Retrace route. Donut scent tickles nose and taste buds. Tempted to pull over and eat both. Spot tall, shaded garden tomatoes on the vine. Market hopefuls. Temperature rose three degrees, headed to high nineties with Ozone warning.

Give Johnny his donut. Nibble and sip at my French table by the kitchen window. Open plantation blinds a sliver. Filtered sunlight decorates and dances on my table. Parisian sidewalk cafe, sans swooping-in purse snatchers. Ah, accordion music, and a Citron, "Get out of my way!" horn. French girl giving the waiter "Merci!" for a bottle of water. Aaahhh.

Stroll along the Seine. Sidestep doggy-do. Artists out early for the light. Appreciate their work. Tell them so. Love French Berets. Ride the subway to the Louvre. Underground wall art, not graffiti. Spending the day at the Louvre. I miss you Ms. Mona Lisa.

Along The Champs-Elysee: Catch a hint of an exotic fragrance. Stick my wrist out for a sample. Clerk, "Chanel No. 5, of course." To die for.

8 am CST. Begin work sans jet lag. Try to write complete sentences. First take a stroll through "Monet's Garden," my happiest place on earth.
Feeling inspired. Write a few.

Mid-morning break. Read a little of Janet Evanovich's "Smokin' Seventeen." Stephanie Plum, I can't make up my mind whether it should be you and Morelli, or you and Ranger.

Get serious. Write!

Microsoft ClipArt Photo
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Friday, June 30, 2017

July the Fourth 2017

What does it mean to you

Do you remember why and how we became free

Do you remember the cost


The freedom to be who you want to be

Freedom of speech

The right to bear arms

The right to assemble

and more

Are you grateful

Thomas Jefferson said,

"A government big enough

 to give you everything you want,

is big enough

to take away everything you have."

MS Clip Art photo
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Sunday, June 18, 2017

We're More Alike than Different 6/18/17

Harry Overstreet,

"I have my own

 particular sorrows, loves, delights;

and you have yours.

But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love,

belong to all of us, in all times and in all places."

Microsoft Clip Art
2017 Red Convertible Travel Series

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Winter Memories Soothe Delta Heat and Humidity

Winter in Nebraska

Why bring that up today

It's hot and humid here!

Well, deal with it

The best way I know how

Is to think winter In Nebraska

Fewer trees

Blowing snow

Shades of blue and grey soften the day

Leek and chicken soup cooking

Minus 25 wind chill

Reading by basement gas heater

Noise in the chimney


Christmas mits on 

Krysia eased the chimney door open

 Alfred Hitchcock!

5 starlings flew out and around in slow motion

Gas fumes intoxicated

Run! Close doors

Open the outside door

Shoo them out

Cap the chimney in the spring

©2017 Red Convertible Travel Series
Art work mine

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Tree Art or Hide and Seek

What is that on my trunk?

It looks like it has legs.

The stool is too high

to sit on

unless helped up

How long has that kid been there?

Maybe he'll grow tall enough

to sit on the stool

Playing hide and seek?

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Krysia Antonia Jasa

My daughter was handy
with a hammer and a needle
She loved animals and construction 
And working with her carpenter Dad

5'2" and about 100 lbs. 
she could move furniture
many times her weight
Thank God for sliders

An old oak library table 
was one of our
"traveling" pieces of furniture
to the basement
to the garage 
back to the main floor
into the attic

An avid reader
she had 15 bookcases
of books
Some she read several times
I so wanted to keep
her Art Books
from Museums around the World

Our Wahoo Public Library
was the beneficiary 
of her collections

She always knew 
where she put something
it always went back 
to the same place

She built this blog 
for me
in 1995

she drug me
kicking and screaming
into the
electronic age

Remembering her
makes me smile

RIP my dear

Krysia's Counted Cross Stitch
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Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Without NE roots

When I crossed the border into Nebraska last month, it seemed I was "skimming" the earth, not tied to it. I had multiple choices for places to stay, but none were home. Wonderful friends and extended family take me in like family. If I bought a house there, I might not see them as much as I do when I'm just visiting.

I miss the cemetery. My dad's people were from Sweden. My mother's waved at Columbus, or so Grandpa Williamson said. I wish I knew them, but then I remember their lives are braided with ours. My namesake Mae, was my Grandmother Mae Simmons Williamson. Her devotion to family blooms in me. The Ann is for my grandmother Anna Alm Benson. She traveled from NE to Denver, CO to be treated for TB. Grandfather Roy Williamson had a zany sense of humor. A meal wasn't complete unless he snatched somebody's bread or squeezed the cake in their hand. Great-grandfather Peter Benson worked his way to the Midwest building barns with wooden pegs. Great-Grandmother Nellie Williamson was the local Mid-Wife. Yes, I see a bit of each of them in me. And my parents loved to travel, like my sister and I do. The apples didn't fall far from the tree.

On the Memphis news this week, a retired couple sold everything and have been world travelers for two years. That brightened my day. When I travel, I could keep on going. Maybe I, or we, will someday.

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The Grand Canyon & Harry Overstreet

The Grand Canyon

Always the same

Constantly changing color

Breathtaking from the top

and the bottom!

Harry Overstreet, "I have my own

 particular sorrows, loves, delights;

and you have yours.

But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love,

belong to all of us, in all times and in all places."

Photo: Microsoft Clip Organizer
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Saturday, June 03, 2017

Answered Prayer

We live on a dead end street. Three huge gum trees are clumped together on the north side of our fence, as if they think they are cypress trees. Their branches spread out over our lot and house. It is their life's mission to flood us with their spiky balls that make walking difficult, mowing a hazard, and the possibility of the balls sprouting on our roof. We'd appreciate someone climbing a ladder and "gently" sweeping them off the roof. Offers?

There was a lot of bend over time involved picking up six large bags full and hauling them to the curb. And I'm not done! It was suggested we spray paint them gold or silver.Not! Help yourself!

I shook my fist at the trees and shouted, "Lord, could you PLEASE drop those balls on the north side of the fence where no one lives? In Jesus's name, Amen!"

A couple of days later, Johnny said, "That was some storm you slept through last night. That south wind blew something awful."

I jumped up and ran out. All the old and new balls were stripped off the tree and on the north side of the fence. Praise the Lord!!!!!

©2017 Red Convertible Travel Series

Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day 2017

Memorial Day 2017

So many lives
our freedom

Photo: Microsoft Clip Organizer
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Monday, May 22, 2017

Togetherness and then some

A pair 

 I want you
in my skillet

No No 
don't separate us

Ok, have it your way
 for today
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Memphis, TN Bass Pro Shop

Worth the see!

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Blueberry, Mango and Peach Juice Plus Shake

Blueberries, Mango, peach
Juice Plus Shake
good any time 

A wee bit
of blueberry love
left behind

My spatula captured it
and put it on my tongue

for Vanilla or Chocolate Shakes
Juice Plus Garden, Orchard and Vineyard 
whole food based 
naturally occurring phytonutrients
of fruits and veggies

©2017 Red Convertible Travel Series

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Who wants dried up and wrinkled? I do

You're so cute
I could just eat you.
Oh, please
I'm all dried up and wrinkled
Who'd want me
I do

©2017 Red Convertible Travel Series

Turn your day around

having a bad day

Giving it to The Lord
could turn your day around 

©2017 Red Convertible Travel Series

Sharp Family Photos

Hmmm, we do look sharp
Living up to our name
On Xmas cards
Note cards

Hmm, nice formal shot
Love your blue ribbon

Papa, you look a little beat up
It's all the hand work, you know
Well, I like you a little weathered
It gives you character XO
Want to cut a rug

 Son, what are you doing
Seeing what you see
You're such a cutup

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