By the way, thanks Barry

Barry, thanks for setting things up so we can go to one place and see all of the newest posts from the family's blogs. I really like that. thanks

James Andrews

This is my Granddaddy. His name was James Andrews. He was tall and lanky, quiet, easy going, loved to tease and loved his family and babies. He came from a large family. They were all fun loving and easy going people.

He and my Granny had 11 children but only 4 lived. My mother was the first baby to live. She was named after him (Jimmie Lucille) Grandaddy would iron her clothes and dress her. My Aunt used to tease that Jim thought that was his baby and not Betty's.

When I was growing up, he was always in the background. Granny was the talkative fiesty one and the one everyone saw the most.

He was hardworking and just loved being at home. If he never left home for months on end, he was happy, he gardened and tinkered with and built things. He was the happiest at home in his little house.

I never saw him mad. I am sure that he had his times, but he never showed it in front of us kids.

It wasn't until after my Granny died that I really got to know him.

When my mother worked the night shift, she would stop off at his house on her way home. He would make breakfast for her and they would visit.

When my husband was stationed in Korea and I lived in Waco, I would go over to Grandaddys and have breakfast with him and my mother. He dearly loved to have Misty (3)and Nathan(just a baby) over. He always had orange juice and vanilla wafers for them. He loved to hold them and would say over and over "too sweet, too sweet"

He had a little black dog called Buster that he dearly loved. That little dog was his life after my Granny died.

I am so very blessed to have had such great grandparents and such wonderful memories of good times and being loved.

Cute kid

Is this a cute kid or what? Does she look like anyone else in the family?

Granny's house

OK it is one of those nights when I couldn't sleep again. I decided to try one more time to bring up the picture of my Granny's house.

When people comment about the size of their house, I remember this little house. this was my Granny's house. It was a square. If you divided it into four equal parts you had a tiny living room at the front right with just enough room for a small couch, a recliner and a TV, one tiny bedroom to the back right with just enough room for a bed and dresser, a dining area to the left of the living room with a table and chairs with about a foot and a half between the table and the wall and a kitchen in the back left area. they built on another small bedroom off of the back of the house. the bathroom was a tiny tiny little room sandwiched between the kitchen wall and the bedroom wall. there was a toilet and an old clawed foot bathtub. That was it, the whole house.

We had family get togethers there often. No one ever complained about it being too small. We just spilled out into the yard and we ate in shifts. No one worried about the size of their house. Everyone just made the most of what they had.

the grandkids loved to stay the night. We slept on pallets on the floor made of quilts and thought it was cool.

My granny loved wrestling. You knew if you were at Granny's on wrasling night not to get between her and the TV. She got really excited and would fuss at the ones she thought were bad guys and taking advantage of the good guys. It was more fun watching her than the wrestlers. She bought into the hype, hook line and sinker. Whenever I see the wrestling shows and all of the hoopla, I think of her and smile.

I have wonderful memories of that tiny little house and of a small woman who was my Granny. There was so much fun and love packed into that house. It's size just didn't matter.

what the heck is an aggregator?

Ok I will show my ignorance and my dictionary is still in a box somewhere
On the Maiocampo the Site, the word aggregator is used.
What the heck is an aggregator.
Just curious.
By the way am I the only one who doesn't know what it means?
Just wondering.

cute and pudgy

I am still trying to figure out how to use this thing. I just picked a picture and tryed to get it to post. Hopefully I will remember what I did.
Wow what a cute family. This is my Mother, Jimmie Lucille, my Daddy, Buford Raymond Price, my sister Patricia Kay on the left and the cute little pudgy one on the right is me. This picture was taken in March of 1950 making me 2 years old and Pat was 4, my mother was 26 and my dad was 33.
We are standing in front of the first home that I remember on Barron Street in Waco, Texas. We rented this house until I was 5 and my parents bought a small house on Pine Avenue in Waco.
One memory that I have of this house is being on the front porch and it was raining, My sister and I were coloring and I got mad at her and threw the colors off of the porch and got a spanking for it. I remember getting spankings frequently. (Sound familiar?)
Another memory I have is laying in my crib (which by the way I was still sleeping in when we moved to the new house) and being afraid of animals being in the room. I just knew that if I faced the wall, they wouldn't get me but if I turned away from the wall, they would. I remember laying there and being afraid to turn over but eventually falling asleep and they would be gone in the morning.
I remember one Christmas and some people brought us stockings full of fruit and nuts. Fruit was not as plentiful as it is now and was a real treat especially oranges.
There was a fence at the back of the house and a little girl lived on the other side. We always wanted to play with her but weren't allowed to. Not sure why, I will have to ask my Mother if she remembers it.
Some things change and some things stay the same, pudgy then, pudgy now but still cute.

such a little thing, so much joy

Ok if you didn't know that I was sometimes weird, now you have proof. I am so very happy. Dad got my chipper shredder up and running today. Now, not only can I chop down trees, I can actually shred them into little bits and make mulch. What fun.
I am so happy.
Plus whatever wont chip or shred, will certainly BURN, my other fun obsession.
I am off to tackle the jungle and make it mine.

Take that!!!!!

I am on a mission to stamp out poison ivy. I take great joy in seeing the little buggers begin to wilt and pass away. How dare they infringe on my woods! Between me and my trusty concoction, I will win the day and take back the ground that was lost.
Next will be the occasional vine and scrub trees.
I will prevail.
Take that poison ivy.!!!!!!

shedless

give the man even a small sledgehammer and he thinks he is a destruction derby. Of course I had got it started by taking off the siding on the bottom but couldn't reach the top ones. Sledge hammers are such fun things. Dad went out today and took out the shed, literally. He took the sledge hammer and knocked out the upper siding and then pushed what was left over.
The shed is no more.
It wont be missed, it was pretty ugly and we now have a nice shady spot. It needs a little work but has potential to be a nice spot of fix up.
Dad salvaged some of the wood and the tin roofing and I burned the rest. I absolutely love to burn.
Man, I wish there was a use for poison ivy. Mine is back with a vengence. None one day and gobs the next. Drat. Me and roundup are on it. I do think yards double in size though. I got most of it sprayed except the woods behind the house to the right. I ran out of roundup. The good news is it hasn't come back where I sprayed before. So I am making progress.
Did I tell you I hate rose bushes. I still have several wild ones and they grab and scratch and grow by leaps and bounds. I hate rose bushes.
I have one flower bed to the right of the porch ready to put in bushes and flowers. Hurray. One down and two to go. My goal is to get flower beds across the front and end of the house and the island area between the house and the driveway. That will be the extent that my energy and budget can handle this year.
Boy, now I gotta paint that awful pinkish shed.
Well enough for now. I have bored everyone enough.

handsome devil

The guy on the right in the picture is my father. You can get an idea of what he was like then by the way he is wearing the hat and the expression on his face.
He had a fun sence of humor and liked to tease. The other guy is someone he met in training. They had not meet before but got to be good buddies while stationed together.
My mother had to take extra tucks in the pants for him to keep them up. Some of my sons have his dashing figure, good looks and sense of humor.
OK I hope I can figure out what I did, so I can use more pictures. Wish me luck.

My grandmothers house

I was looking at some old family pictures. I found a picture of my Grannys house (which of course I can't get to upload). It was the tinyest little house that you could imagine. We had lots of family get togethers there. The house was so small that everyone couldn't fit inside at the same time. There were chairs set outside under the shade tree for visiting. The men would gather in one place and the women would gather in another. The kids would play outside most of the time. There was always a cool breaze in the front yard under the trees. There was a metal glidder to sit on. When it was time to eat, we ate in shifts. Usually the men ate first, then the kids and the women ate last. There was always enough food to go around. There was never a question of where we would gather, it was usually at Grannys house. It never bothered anyone that the house was so very small. They just worked around it. The kids usually played outside and the grown ups gathered around the kitchen table and outside in the shade. It wasn't the size of the house that made it special, it was what went on there. There was grandparents, aunts, uncles and kids all together. We laughed, played, cooked and cleaned up together.
I have such wonderful memories of that tiny little house. I hope to find a way to show a picture of it one day.

couldn't sleep

Well It is 2:41am, I am tired but can't sleep so I might as well do something constructive.
Most of my kids have blogs which I enjoy visiting so thought I would give it a try.
I don't have any cute pictures or anything so this will be pretty plain for now but that kind of suits me. I like things plain and simple and as easy as possible.
I am going to play around and see what all I can do, so bear with me and maybe it will actually get better and worth checking out on occassions.