I’m not a huge fan of late night talk show television programs. In fact, I’m not a big fan of television but I occasionally watch a YouTube video to see what I’m missing or more often, what I’mnot missing. Did you saw the Jimmy Kimmel Live Challenge recently where he sent a person to the streets and asked people walking by to point to a world map (without names) and name any county? ANY country. If you missed it, you can Google YouTube Jimmy Kimmel Live Challenge Country and be entertained? Horrified? Saddened? Those were my reactions...
Perhaps you are skimming through the paper this weekend at a relative’s house. Perhaps you are in town for the holiday and to get together with your family. Perhaps it’s something that happens annually or perhaps not. Perhaps you might slow down and remember what growing up and the Fourth of July was like.
Our family farm Fourth was always the day to put up the corn from the garden. Dad would gather the ears in egg baskets, and then family members sat in a circle under the elm tree. There we shucked, silked, and cleaned the juicy ears of Peaches and Cream sweet corn. The next step was wrapping the corn, still on the cob, in aluminum foil and putting them in bags. They were counted and stored in the deep freeze for many family meals through the fall and winter.
Let’s send up a cheer for how patriotic Groovy Grove looked this last weekend. Hopefully, everyone noticed Old Glory waving from the utility poles all throughout the city limits. This is not a small deal, the numbers are impressive.
There were 285 American flags installed on 285 permanent flag holders. Flags have been flying over Grove for many years. The Grove Kiwani’s Club put up flags since the early 1980’s. Grove Rotary Club picked up that patriotic banner circa 2010. Every Memorial Day, Flag Day, July 4th, Labor Day, and Veteran’s Day, a team of volunteer Rotarians hit the streets about daylight.
I hail from a clan. Our family was organized by our grandmothers. The torch was passed to our parents who called often when we lived away and had their feelings bruised when they didn’t get information first hand. Now, we have the task of keeping the fam informed and corralling the crew. Around the Christmas table last year, the gang voted to take a family vacation to California to visit our son, Caleb, who is far flung on the west coast. There were milestone birthdays on the calendar this year and it was a good year to go. The much older sister started the campaign.
Your travelin’ pal is on the road again. Hubby Doug and I are in Florida. Our little teardrop camper, Joshua, is parked among RV’s three times his size. Recall that we have zero camping experience, so this on-the-road RV business is a learning curve for us. For starters, we have no idea what we need until we don’t have it. I make a lot of lists.
Our first stop was near Nashville for a friend’s wedding. I love Nashville. The shindig’s caterer was “Bacon and Caviar”. That just about sums up Nashville. And just for the record, our wedding supper included both biscuits and brie.
I had the opportunity to be a Fearless Leader for a group of travelers from the St. Louis area. They were on a tour called “Pioneer Woman’s Mercantile”. It was a three-day trip and I was engaged as their step-on guide and tour manager. You know what surprised me? They really didn’t know that much about Oklahoma.
We spent Day 1 in Claremore, and of course, it was important for them to understand about “Indian Territory” because all of us Okies know there was quite a bit of history left out of the books. I enjoy talking about the number of tribes that call Oklahoma home (39) and it always shocks visitors at the number of Indian reservations (0).
I love scissors. There is something about having a nice, sturdy pair of scissors that deliver a clean cut that kinda makes me happy. I have a pair of scissors in every room of my house. I do not want to hunt for a something that will cut when I am ready to snip. I had my big orange handled scissors out and I was cutting out a story from the newspaper that featured a neighbor’s son. I thought of my friends that clip out and save for those articles for me. When we were sorting through my parent’s treasures, sister and I were amazed at the many stuffed envelopes and shoeboxes of newspaper clippings that my mom had collected. I’m not sure what she ever intended to do with them, maybe just save them, but there was a history of people we knew and the lives they had lived.
I was Livin’ It Up last Saturday night in Tulsa. It was Pure Country, as the Oklahoma Heartland was filled with music lovers going One Step at a Time to fill the BOK Center two nights in a row for an audience with the King. The King of Country Music, George Strait was Something Special as always. Understand, I’m a big George fan, it is Love Without End, Amen. My Lovesick Blues started way back in the early 1980’s, at a tiny bar in Stillwater, Oklahoma.
My world now includes a white carnation on Mother’s Day.
If you grew up in church that recognized mothers the second Sunday in May, you are probably familiar with the tradition of red and white flowers. As a girl, I remember women wearing corsages to church, red if their mother was living; white if she had passed away. Carnations were given away to the youngest mom, the oldest mother and the one with the most children. It seemed like we could always predict who was going to get the flower, but sometimes we had a visitor that surprised us. It was a day that we dressed up and worked on good behavior to make our moms proud. Our momma would work hard to prepare a big dinner for her mom (and dad, of course) and as the years passed the cycle continued. It was about being together as a family. It was about showing appreciation to our mother.