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Her Name Was Penny

Today, as I was driving back from town, a drive I make very often as it is the only way to actually GET to town, or just about any where else from where I live, a memory bubbled to the surface of my crowded mind when I passed a certain dirt road leading into a small holler.

As I said, I pass this road every time I go to town, twice actually, going and returning, and I don’t know why this memory decided to make itself known today, but it got me to thinkin’.

Back in my high school days, like most boys my age, I was girl crazy, and like most boys, blondes got my attention first, in most cases. There were exceptions to this rule in my case, which concerned other body parts, but we won’t go into those for this post.

I had a best friend who also turned out to be my biggest rival for the attention of the female of our species, usually. Most of the time, it turned out that if one of us liked a girl, chances were good that the other one did too, even if we were totally unaware of it until it was too late.

Such was the case for a little blonde beauty that lived not too far from me, up that dirt road, into that little holler I told you about earlier.

Her name was Penny, and she had the most gorgeous, naturally wavy, long blonde hair I had ever seen … among , other, things of course.

Her face was beautiful,  and to me, at the time, she had the features of an angel and I was completely in love. It’s just too bad she didn’t know it. I doubt it would have done any good anyhow, but never-the-less, there she was, the object of my dreams, and just like a dream, always just out of reach.

Sometimes I would get lucky enough to sit beside her on the bus ride home, we’d talk and laugh and such, but that’s as far as I was ever brave enough to take it. I would always feel sad when her stop came up and it was time for her to get off the bus.

I soon came to find out that my best friend also liked Penny, which, as usual, made me mad, but I didn’t say or do anything because I knew Penny would never want to “go with me”, that’s what we called dating back then.

I always took consolation she never “went with” him neither and I felt vindicated in knowing neither one of us was good enough for her.

I wonder where she is today? I wonder where a lot of the people I grew up with are now? Some still live close by, but the biggest majority of my childhood friends and schoolmates have long since moved on, some have passed on, others just moved to different states.

When I stop and think about the number of people I started out with in my “circle of life” and the ones that aren’t here anymore, well, it’s a sobering thought to say the least. It also takes me back to my first ever real kiss, sittin’ on a branch in a cherry tree.

The cherry tree is long since cut down, the girl that gave me that first kiss married with grand kids now and many many miles, memories, hardships, failures, happiness and victories under these feet on mine.

These mountains that surround me as I sit and type this post have seen much of my life, recorded it in their memories. If only they could talk, oh the stories they could tell.

They couldn’t tell you about a pretty blonde girl though, because she was just a fleeting part of my many dreams, and her name was Penny.


Christmas Eve … Eve


Don’t this picture just give you a warm, cozy, nostalgic feelin’ in the pit of your stomach? It does mine. Kinda makes me wanna live in a small village in the back country somewhere.

So here it is, Christmas Eve … Eve, the day before everything starts getting’ real crazy around the homeplace. The last day for any type of rest or relaxation for a couple of busy, hectic days.

For  me it is preparation time for all the cooking that’s gonna to be done. What presents there are is already wrapped and ready to be torn asunder, the house is in pretty decent shape and I am mentally, if not physically prepared for the task ahead.

I usually start on Christmas Eve preparing the dishes that need to be refrigerated, they taste better after they have set overnight anyway. This year I am gonna do a boiled country ham, the first one I’ve ever done. Oh, I’ve seen it prepared many times but I’ve never actually made it myself, so it’s gonna be a learnin’ experience for me.

I’m also gonna bake a turkey, something else that’s new. I’ve baked turkey before but never for Christmas. We usually just have the ham but this year my niece and her family are supposed to visit from Illinois and I wanna make sure we have enough vittles for everybody.

For me Christmas isn’t so much about gift givin’ or recievin’, it’s about the reason we celebrate Christmas, the birth of Jesus. It’s also about family and friends, near and far. It’s about the wonderful aromas that come from the kitchen and the dinner with loved ones gathered around the table.

It’s also a time to reflect on past years and all those wonderful, sweet memories of my childhood and a perfect time to make new, lastin’ memories that I can recall when I’m too old to do anything but sit and let someone else take over all the responsibilities.

So on this Eve of Christmas Eve, I want to wish you all a not so hectic next two days, may you have patience, endurance and peace of mind. May you be surrounded by love and understanding and most of all … help when you need it.

Until next time my dear friends …

Thanks for readin’.

Memories – New Or Old?

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New or Old .. that’s a good question. I have been strugglin’ with this question all morning, like I have been strugglin’ with this post all morning.

I’ve got good memories both old and new, it’s hard to decide which is better. The Daily Post has given me another conundrum today.

Good Old Memories brings back my childhood years, growing up with my friends, gettin’ into trouble together and generally just havin’ fun. We didn’t have any worries except when it was time to go in for the night, which was usually late and by late I mean 8 or 9 o’clock, that was late for us.

Good New Memories brings back my children being born, raisin’ them the best I know how, livin’, laughin’ and lovin’ are some more recent memories. But mixed in with those are bad memories that are achieved by bein’ an adult (which by the way, I don’t much care for). Like they say, ya gotta take the good with the bad or it’s gotta rain before you get a rainbow. Who are They anyway? I’d like to meet them someday, they seem pretty smart.

Anyway, I suppose I’m gonna go with the old memories that are covered in a sweet haze with this post, mainly ’cause from a previous post or two I have made it known that I would love to go back to those times, not have to be an adult and just run free and wild into the unknown, not really worrying about what tomorrow brings.

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If I Could Turn Back Time


That would be nice wouldn’t it? To be able to turn the clocks back to a time of your choosing? I’ve thought about this and I can’t decide when I would turn it back to, the 80′s or my childhood.

My childhood was great and my friends even greater. We had so much fun and all we had to play with was outside. Oh sure, we had a few toys and such but most of them were designed to be played with outside, but the most fun was had without toys. Sticks became our guns and our imagination took us to many many places. We were super heroes and villains, the worlds greatest  army, even The Dukes of Hazzard. We made do with what we had and we were happy to have it.

There was no such thing as Playstations, X-boxes, cell phones, personal computers. We didn’t spend all our time with a smartphone plastered to our faces. We were out in the woods. we were playing ball or some other game, sometimes we even made games up. And we were HAPPY.

The 80′s on the other hand were when I came of age, fell in love for the first time, learned about life and grew up. I got my first job and my first car in the 80′s. I found out I liked the taste of beer and I was HAPPY! I still had most of my friends that I grew up with and we got into trouble together, learned life lessons together and had fun. Work was just a distraction then, not an obligation, although we knew we had to do it. I had a friend that went off to the National Guard and we missed him terribly until he got out of basic training, (he tried to talk me into going in with him, that didn’t work out). The night he got back we chased them down and kidnapped him from his mom and dad. That was just one of many adventures we had.

So in retrospect I still can’t decide. I get nostalgic just thinking about both periods in my life and wish I could revisit both, but we all know that can’t be and they will forever be relegated to memory.

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PUBLISHED: April 5, 2014

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