Summers on Grandma’s Farm


A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.

When I was a girl growing up in south Alabama, my parents would take my brother and I up to north Alabama to attend Maywood Christian Camp for a week, and then my dad’s parents would pick us up and take us to their farm for another week.


My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.

North Alabama is further from the Gulf of Mexico than my home town, thereby being a lot less humid, which was nice!

I’m sure the first day back from camp was spent resting up, we would attend church on Sunday, and then the rest of the week was full of wide-open possibilities!


Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.

Grandma always took us into town, which is Russellville, Alabama, a much bigger town than what we were used to.

She would buy us each a toy at TWL, and we would go to a big grocery store.

Since my parents owned a general store in Jachin, we weren’t used to going grocery shopping, which was great fun! We loved to help pick snacks and sugary cereals that we would consume during the week.

Then we would head back to our grandparents’ farm, and eventually end up playing in their great big gray barn, which was stocked with hay, spider webs, and so much dust.

Our parents would come and get us at the end of the week.  We were always so glad to see them and missed them so much!

We would go back home to our own piece of Alabama, which had an entirely different culture and it’s own rendition of an Alabama farm.


Our south Alabama farm.


Go Set a Watchman — Did You Guys Get It??

Go Set a Watchman!

Go Set a Watchman!

Did you guys get Go Set a Watchman?

I pre-ordered on my Kindle and it was on my devise on July 14th, right on schedule!

To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite books because it takes me back to when I was a girl, growing up in rural south Alabama. Okay, so I’m not from Scout Finch’s generation, but it’s her childhood adventures that resonates so deeply with me.

share_a_cokeLike Jem, Scout, and Dill, I padded bare-footed all around our side of Highway 17 with my younger brother and our neighbor’s grandson Stevie. We grew up in a little community that had two general merchandise stores…one belonged to my parents and my mom’s parents before that. Whenever we got hot and ready for a snack, Mom would send us into the store to get a Coke and chips. Otherwise, we played out under the shade trees, rode our bikes to my grandparents’ house, and tried to stay out of trouble.

It was very rural, and summers were very long and lazy.

I’m not sure that I like Go Set a Watchman because it’s written through the eyes of a grown Jean Louise Finch, rather than the innocence of 6-year-old Scout. I’ve got a lot left to read before making a final judgment, though.

Summer seems to be slipping through my fingers; it has really been busy…

Manicure courtesy of Hughes Road Salon Studio

Manicure courtesy of Hughes Road Salon Studio

Speaking of fingers, I took Princess Buttercup for her first mani/pedi yesterday. Hughes Road Salon Studio gave me a generous gift certificate for writing and article for them. We loved it, and the service was amazing!

We ate ice cream…

And more ice cream! We tried out Subzero on County Line Road one Sunday night after church.

Princess Buttercup tries their homemade chips and cheese dip.

Princess Buttercup tries their homemade chips and cheese dip.

We visited Unclaimed Baggage in Scottsboro, Alabama. UnclaimedBaggage2015Summer

Cool display at Unclaimed Baggage.

Cool display at Unclaimed Baggage.

Princess Buttercup spotted this soda shop in downtown Scottsboro, where we had (you guessed it) more ice cream!
W. H. Pryne Drug Company

W. H. Pryne Drug Company

And we finally got around to visiting the brand, spankin’ new American Girl Doll store in Franklin, TN! The American Girl Doll sales people are so super nice. We’ll definitely be back, and I plan to include more photos and content about that visit, soon.


One of the cool boutiques in downtown Franklin, Tennessee.

One of the cool boutiques in downtown Franklin, Tennessee.

Did You Watch the Superbowl Last Night?

Sorry, I only have a basketball sneaker.  Lefty never played anything but back-yard football.

Sorry, I only have a basketball sneaker. Lefty never played anything but back-yard football.

Hi Readers! Did you all watch the Superbowl last night?

I was listening to Mike & Mike in the Morning on ESPN radio this morning, and they said that something like 72% of Americans tuned in. The guys were wondering what the other percent of Americans were doing instead of watching the Superbowl. They contended that the Superbowl has something for everyone: football, half-time entertainment, and cool commercials.

Well, here’s my answer to them… I love the sport, and nobody likes a good football human interest story more than I do, but I’m not so much a fan of pro football.

Here’s what I was doing. First, my fam and I went to church last night and enjoyed hearing Willie Franklin, an All-American who played for Oklahoma University and then the Baltimore Colts in the 1970s. What an amazing man with an amazing story! I highly encourage you to look him up online and listen to him on Youtube.

We got home in time to watch Katy Perry fly all over the stadium like a Jetson. I didn’t really watch her until her somewhat dangerous-looking flight, but did think her sparkly silver eye shadow was cool, though.

My favorite girly-girl shoe that I got on clearance one year.

My favorite girly-girl shoe that I got on clearance one year.

I think I got on Facebook for awhile, surfed the net, etc., but I did tune in toward the end and watched the Pats win.

I was so proud of rookie Malcolm Butler’s performance. Butler played for Hinds Community College before getting kicked out. When he was working for Popeye’s, he realized that he had made a mistake and later went on to West Alabama to play.

I also attended West Alabama for a short time. It’s way down in rural south Alabama, near the place where I grew up. So I’m extra proud of Malcolm Butler, who made the most of a second chance, and look where it got him…the hero of Superbowl XLIX!

Not saying that everyone who doesn't watch the Superbowl would rather paint their nails.  Only some of us.

Not saying that everyone who doesn’t watch the Superbowl would rather paint their nails. Only some of us.

A Pony for Christmas!

Ponies for Christmas!

Ponies for Christmas!

One overcast December 15th, when I was a girl growing up in rural south Alabama, I got a pony for Christmas.

I’ll never forget that morning.

Aunt Joyce and her kids came that Saturday morning for pancakes. It was a tradition that we all enjoyed whenever Aunt Joyce and the cousins came all the way from Birmingham to visit Grandmother and Papa Lindsey. It was Christmas time, and it would turn out to be a day that I would not forget. Not even 35 years later.

Mom had told my brother, David, and I that she wanted to take a unique picture after we had finished our pancakes. That wasn’t unusual, since Mom has always been a big shutterbug—just like me. Mom told us that we were to walk outside with Aunt Joyce hiding our eyes with her hands. To get just the right camera shot, Aunt Joyce would remove her hands, we were to open our eyes, and Mom would take the photo with my little Polaroid One-Step camera that I got on my 9th birthday.

Aunt Joyce walked David and I outside, with her hands covering our eyes. David and I giggled the entire way, I’m sure.

When she removed our blinders, there, before our amazed eyes was Dad with two beautiful ponies on the other side of our fence.

Here is the picture that Mom took of our amazed faces.



David looks completely shocked. I am smiling broadly. See, I thought Dad had somehow brought the ponies for us to ride just for the day. It took about a second of explaining before I realized that they were ours!!!
Every year, on December 15th, I remember that day and wish my family a Happy Pony Day.

So today, dear Readers, I wish you a very

Happy Pony Day!

Climbing the fence in a flurry of hugs, explanations, and warm ponies.

Climbing the fence in a flurry of hugs, explanations, and warm ponies.