OK, that doom’s day bell will ring again…........Labor day, that infamous day Mother used to make me pack away my white shoes! I used to be so sad as a little girl when we packed up the shorts, sandals, sun dresses, as we went back to school and said good bye to summertime. I guess I am one of the few last women alive who actually had a wonderful childhood, and I truly did. Until I was about 8 yrs. old, Mother, Daddy, my younger brother, Billy, and I lived in the downstairs apartment at my Nannie & Papa’s house,(my paternal Grandparents). I recall when I realized that all kids didn’t live with their grandparents, I felt so sorry for the other kids! I loved living with them just upstairs—hey, Nannie was probably one of the all time great southern cooks! Homemade biscuits, fried chiken, potato salad, cakes, pies, you name it, she could cook it! I still miss her so much and she passed away in ‘77. I wonder if she delights in the fact that I am now a Grandmother? I know I can never be as great at “grandmothering” as she was! She was quite a large woman with this wonderful comforting lap to climb into whenever a child needed “loving“! I will write more about her later,
Got to run for now, but hey, this is a start!!

Here I go again, writing! I have so enjoyed reading the blogs from others on here I am inspired to once again—do this “thing!” This writing “thing” is not exactly new to me. I “free Lanced” in the 80’s when my children were small, to give me something “intellectually stimulating” until I went “back to school” LAW SCHOOL, that is! Then my “writing” went, as southern women love to say “To hell in a handbasket.” Trust me, legal writing isn’t “creative writing” at all! Wish I had a nickel for each time one of my law professors axed one of my sentences, asking “What is this waste of space here?” “That,” I would respond, is my transition. “Don’t need it, take it out.” So, striving for legal writing perfection, my skills, what few I had developed after teaching school, and working ever so diligently, soon became ghosts. Guess I just created a new meaning for “ghost writing“.....

Well, I will once again attempt to express myself with the written word, in this ever evolving technology of today. Gone are the journals of yesterday, perhaps I will adapt to the keyboard & screen in place of the pen and paper…...

Ladies of the 40 and beyond generations, our lives are so vastly different from that of our dear Grandmothers, mine would never believe the life I lead. Computers, HD TV, answering machines, cell phones, microwaves, all unknown to her. Often I wish they were unknown to me! But, being the realist that I am, I use them and am thankful, most of the time. If this rambling unpolished “blog” has a point, I suppose it is that I am going to try to journal as we used to call it, using this as my medium. Oh Lord, here I go again!!

It is springtime here in the south and things are being re-born!! I feel so good just to be alive—in spite of the aches & pains that often "visit" me!! I hope to share whatever I have to offer with other women along the journey of life.  Blessings are abundant in this life….......would love to hear from anyone who cares to write!!