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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Daddy's Hands






I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer
And reachin' out to hold me, when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story in the callous' and lines
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind
I remember daddy's hands how they held my mama tight
And patted my back for something done right
There are things that I'd forgotten that I loved about the man
But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands
I remember daddy's hands workin' 'til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands


Read more: Holly Dunn - Daddy's Hands Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

Sunday, May 24, 2015

   FarmWife and the little people came home for Arts wedding and after enjoying the wedding yesterday afternoon we came home to enjoy the evening filled with our children. Cots were set up and lots of time taken to get ready bed and not quite as much time taken to fall a sleep. This morning our house is full of noise and more adventures with their own sound affects and songs. There is a robot song  and a mudslide song helping to story to move along.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Some times the hardest thing to do, is just start.

Saturday, March 08, 2014

No long drives

 Bubba, had a birthday today.
The boy was due on my twin brothers birthday but came on my brother-in-laws birthday , 5 days ahead of time.
 When I found out we were having another baby, I wanted to go to the big city again, Pa said no.
I found a doctor I liked and after he checked me out and calculated the due date, he informed me, he would take care of me but wouldn't be around in March because it was Spring Training in Florida. I was handed over to the new guy and after a couple of visits I was happy with him. We took our classes and got ready for a mid-March delivery, then just sat around looking at each other.
  March came and my sister stopped by to pick up FarmWife so we could rest. We went to the big city to see "The Devil and Max Devlin", then to the Mall. It was a nice evening. We went to the Hallmark shop to get cards for my brothers and while I was looking at cards Pa decided to go over to the sport shop for a minute. He wasn't happy when he got back and I was in the same place he had left me. He was walking and talking at the same time and I was just staring at him, he got to me and wanted to know why I didn't answer him. I looked at him and said in a loud whisper "EITHER MY WATER HAS BROKE OR I JUST WET MY PANTS" Then we both stood frozen and staring, until another contraction and some more water. We left the big city and on the way home I said "if I had been going to the doctor over here, we could have just gone to the hospital" Pa had just what he did not want, another long drive to the hospital.

Monday, August 05, 2013

  Even after all these years his face was filled with love songs that lead you to her.
He had eyes dark and drawing, skin that caused you to think of the English country side.
She was a beauty the kind that grew softer and better with age.
They were a perfect match in looks and life, anyone would tell you that, anyone but her.  She loved him now, coming into that love like the summer evening slowly moving into the night.

  Poets tell of love in many forms and shapes, hers had been like the hummingbird fast and surprising in it strength. She filled her days with work at the factory. Her evenings spent helping mother with children, cooking and chores, then came the moments of solitude with his letters.
  Marriage was coming with his return, each letter held the newest plan for their life ahead. Payday would add something to her hope chest newly embroidered pillow cases, blankets, table clothes, silverware,  things mothers need not see and dreams.

  The whistle blew, a break called, Sister knew she would find her outside, they always met for those few minutes, a letter may have come and they could share the joys of each other's love's.
 Dappling shade covered the lawn but Sister found it hard see her there by the edge, something was wrong terrible wrong each step proved that, She was like a porcelain figurine yet like a rag doll thrown in a corner.
  In trembling voice "He has come home. He was just here. He doesn't love me there is no wedding, he doesn't love me anymore, he doesn't love me".

  The chest was empty She had given her things to others, she didn't want the reminders, she didn't want this life. Her heart had began to encase itself trying to stop the pain. Pain can lead you to strange places, hers said the CITY, a new life, a free life what ever she wanted, whom ever she wanted, She packed.
    His easy ways drew them together, freedom was all they wanted  the city gave and they took. Evenings spent on the stoop watching, evening spent exploring the city, evening with friends talking, playing cards, being free.

  His love sprouted somewhere along those evenings, slowly it climbed reaching into his heart loosening freedoms grip replacing it with a longing for marriage,family and home.
 She too let go of freedoms grip, Just which day love came only she knows.
  We are left to wonder.

Need a map

 Getting around the in this computer world is getting harder and harder. I have spent hours trying to get on this page, maybe I shouldn't count the time I spent on Pintrest  because I had to get an e-mail telling me about my blog account and got side tracked. OH yeah then there was the whole spider poster that I never did find but I did find some funny signs that went on FB.
 Well, I'm here now.
I forgot what I wanted to say

Thursday, February 14, 2013

  I just want to say something.
 I hate Valentine's day!  I have thought of it, as the day you get to find out just how unacceptable you really are, for most of my life.
  I know this thought process comes from grade school days and that over the years I enjoyed parts of the day.
I enjoyed it when the children were little. I still have my treasures of those days. But those were the sweet moments.  As the years have gone by I have returned to hatred of those bygone days. Hallmark, TV, jewelry and candy are all to blame. 
 You must get things today or that "someone" doesn't really love you and wait you can't get just a thing it must be thingS or they might not love you enough. 
 You don't have "someone" pity on you better luck next year or here you can have this.
Back in grade school we got our bags or boxes covered and decorated and ready for all the love coming our way. The big day, valentines passed out, cookies and milk passed out, time to open your cards. This is were the hurt starts, 17 kids in your class and only 12, 11, 10, 8 cards in your box. "How many cards did you get?" "I don't know I'm waiting until I get home." "Why" "I just want to."
 It happened to me and I watched it happen to lots of other kids, it hurt.
  My mom was a wise woman and made sure that we had a card for every kid in our class and yes I remember not wanting to give a certain boy a card, he picked his nose all the time.(still can't handle that) Today things seem different in the schools a gentler kinder party. Today, adults are being put back into classrooms, back to the "How many" only it's "What all did  you get?"  
And as much as I loved the flowers I got I still hate Valentine's day.