Insights From The Rocking Chair

While listening to a radio program yesterday this radio broadcast from Paul Harvey in April of 1965. was played. Go to the blog if you can't see the video here.

Occasionally we get to step back in time. No, not literally, but almost. With this brain that God created, we can imagine and relive many experiences from times past. Sometimes all we need is a little jogging of the memory. To see a face, hear a voice, shake a hand, or hug a neck is all it could take and yesterday I got to do all of those at the Kosciusko Mega Class Reunion, 1965-1975. Seeing the faces of so many classmates from my graduating class as well as those from a couple years before and after was F..U..N! The memories were sweet and I was reminded of things that even I didn't remember. The committees of each class did a great job of putting our senior portraits on our name tags so we could remember the younger us. Boy did that help, because so many of us have really gotten older and look less like we did. A few really haven't changed that much. I was reminded how time has just flown by. It has been 39 YEARS since I have seen most of my classmates. Because ...

I am not very good at writing a movie review so I hope that I don't remove the chance of your going to see it. If you can drive to a theater to see it then do. It is not in all theaters at this time because like many independent movies with religious overtones and especially those that bleed deep into the world of abortion, it needs your dollars to be more available to watch. It is a family movie. There are no curse words. No violent scenes. There are no graphic reproductions of an aborted baby. This movie is not an in your face anti-abortion movie but the message is there. It gently walks back through a young ladies life who at 19 has just discovered that she is adopted. She is hurt deeply by this discovery and determines her life had been a lie. Her father, played by John Schneider, is very controlling and you wonder why. After choosing differently than her father wanted, she sets out on the journey to discovery who she is. She finds herself in trouble with the law a couple o...

  Dear Grandson,  I hope your mom and dad will read this to you. From these words, I hope you will be able to see what my America was like. I deeply regret the way She has changed. Today it has become painfully clear that when I am gone this America will not be the same America that your papa grew up in. I remember quite clearly my time at your age. I was pretty carefree much like you. I enjoyed exploring and learning new things. I know you have lots of friends but I am not sure you have that best friend yet. I did. His name was Pat. Your papa did everything he could with him. We were inseparable. Where you saw one the other was close by. We spent the night at each others house. We slept in a tent  in the yard. We played baseball and football. We built a fort in our backyard. We did so much I can hardly remember them all. Our favorite thing was going to the movies. We lived in town and were only about 8 blocks from the movie theater. So, Pat and I would walk all the...

Hey you behind the counter! You, yes you in the kitchen. And you, the one driving your car(you shouldn't be reading this if you are driving). You in the desk, are you listening? You in the church pew, are you paying attention? Are you? Really? Where are you right now? Are you comfortable? If you are, you are not paying attention. A battle is raging and we are just doing what we always do, nothing. You are most likely sitting in your comfortable home in you comfortable chair like nothing is happening and you would not be alone. But folks, our lives are crumbling around us and we are just watching in a daze and we are doing nothing. Our country's fundamental roots are being yanked right out of the dirt and what are we doing? I know allot of us complain, but that is about it. In November we will either re-elect this current administration who has proven again and again that they want the US to crumble and become something very different than we are or we can try to change t...

I don't about you, but here in Mississippi we are just about waterlogged. It was reported that we have had 3 times more rain this February than last. I feel it, literally. A lot now but it will be scarce soon enough. Have you complained? I have. There are things I would like to do on Saturday besides being inside. I am sure there is some advantage to that. As I am typing (is that what I am doing even though I don't have a typewriter) the rain is falling yet again. But it is OK since I most likely wouldn't be rambling on the blog if it wasn't. We have been well since my last blog at Thanksgiving (to long in between). Shirley and I have been working on our weight and general health. She is looking great and I am so proud of her. She has worked hard and it has paid off in big dividends. I started Weight Watchers last fall and I am making good progress. I have met my first loss goal. I don't have time to work out as much as I like (should). My like about working out...