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Wed
07
Oct
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

I am in my “Grammie” mode this week, so pardon me if I take the time to boast a little about my four-year-old grandson, Braeden. Braeden is an out-going little fella with a mind of his own. He’s in Pre-K 4 this year in the Zachary School System…some days he’s anxious to get on the old yellow school bus and other days, not so much.

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Wed
30
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

 

As I grow older, the generation gap seems to grow wider and wider. It has just about reached the point of no return as I approach my 90th birthday. It is harder for me to relate to the younger generation, even my own relatives, and, needless to say, I would be at a loss if I were called upon to teach a Sunday school class for young children again.

 

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Wed
30
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

 

Football season is underway!! I’ve dragged out my vintage MHS Tiger tee-shirts and my New Orleans Saints jersey. (So sad I won’t be able to wear my #80 Jimmy Graham jersey!) I’m already cheering every Friday night for the Many Tigers, the 2014 Class AA State Champions!! I’ll be at all the home games and listening to Randy and Brad on KWLV for the away games.

 

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Wed
23
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

I joined a writing class that meets once a week. Our instructor gives us a topic to write about. Sometimes it is hard to come up with something. The subject for this week is “rain.” Let’s see what I can write about rain. One line from a song by the Ink Spots comes to mine, “into each life some rain must fall.”

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Wed
23
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

Hubby-dear has quite a collection of tools since we began renovating the house. Several weeks ago, he began making a “surprise” for me. I heard him sawing, hammering and witnessed the results of his hard labor in the carport. I looked at the pieces of painted (white , of course) wood and tried to figure out what he was making.

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Wed
16
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

 

In the summertime, there was nothing better than a cold popsicle to cool down with. I can remember Momma leaning out the back door calling, “Who wants a popsicle?” We’d all run to my house….my little brother and me and whomever we were playing with in the neighborhood. WE always shared our treats…especially on hot summer days. Recently, I had the opportunity to enjoy a group of kids playing in a swimming pool.

 

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Wed
09
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

When I was a child, there were two phrases that were used quite a lot at our house; one was “I’m telling” and another one was “It’s not fair.” The tattling that was done was never about anything outrageous, just little acts that might cause our siblings to lose some of our mother’s approval while we went around wearing an imaginary halo for a little while. It didn’t always work out that way. One time I heard my mother say that she wished she had a switch, so she could use it on Pee Wee, and when I ran and fetched one for her, she used it on me instead.

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Wed
09
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

Gibbs, my four-month-old kitty, learned how to swim a week or so ago. As always, hubby-dear and I ate our breakfast on the deck and watched the kitty as he investigated the back yard. He chased squirrels, leaves and listened intently to the sounds of the backyard… birds, the sounds of cars on the highway and the garbage truck coming down the street. Gibbs loves to walk on the top of the fence, swing in the porch swing and shimmy under the fence. He’s really fun to watch as he explores, since he is only allowed outside when we are there to watch him.

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Wed
02
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

That old song that Ethel Water used to sing “Summertime, and the living is easy” makes me wonder if the writer knew what he was talking about when he penned those words. Maybe he was thinking about “The lazy bones, sleeping in the shade” fellow that another wrote a song about. I do not believe that the temperatures were as hard to tolerate when I was growing up.

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Wed
02
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

My four-year-old grandson, Braeden, started Pre-K this school year in Zachary. The first week was great, except for Friday, when he forlornly got off the bus. He told his mother that he wasn’t going back to school because he couldn’t act right. “I just can’t be good,” he said, sadly shaking his head. Apparently each child starts on green every day on the behavior chart. If they are very good, they are elevated to orange. Well, Braeden had been orange all week, except for Friday. He wasn’t listening to the teacher, so he stayed on green, much to his dismay.

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