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Saturday, June 14, 2014

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY G.E.

FOR MY DADDY...
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

I was his Possum or Sugar. 
He was my buddy, my church choir partner, and at times 
my partner in crime. 
The one who tossed me in the air
until I lost my breath giggling; 
the one who taught me
to ride a bike,
but who lacked the patience 
for teaching me to drive. 
He was the one who brought me home, Pinky, 
a tiny puppy
hiding in his coat pocket.
He was the one whose heart
was broken the deepest
when my mama had a severe stroke,
he was the one who loved her
no matter what,
and helped me care for her
for 15 years.

But he was the one who left us first. 
He was my daddy. 
He was number 6
in a row of 10 children,
he followed Harold in that row,
and followed him always.

He was George Erwin,
named after a Methodist preacher,
who later became a Missionary in China. Years later, after learning about my daddy through a conversation
with another Methodist preacher,
that missionary's son
called me to inquire
about his daddy's namesake. 

He grew up farming,
with only an 11th grade education. However, he made sure I received more education than I'll ever use. 

He joined the army and served in WWII, mostly in the Philippines.
He came home,
and met Jan at a dance in 1951.
He saw her across the room and said, "That's the one I'm going to marry." And he did. 
He was so nervous on the day they wed, he caught a box of matches on fire, because he forgot 
to close the box before striking. 
Later, he would say she lit his fire.
That was the first sign that his true adventure was about to begin.
He fathered three children, 
gave them love and a fine raising. 
He loved the small town he lived in for over 40 years, 
but he loved more the smaller town where he grew up. 

He delivered Merita Bread 
and then sold groceries wholesale 
for over 30 years. 
Traveling the back roads of Georgia, making friends and making a fine name for himself.

He retired and then went back to work at the same business
for another 10 years,
 but in the role of supervisor. 

He was proud of his boys and of me.
He would sit for hours at
Little League ballgames
just to watch the boys play.
And then he did the same for grandchildren,
except one,
his namesake,
was born after he left us.


He cared for his parents,
an uncle and an aunt.
He always thought of others,
and he always shared his opinionated thoughts on many topics. 

He loved the Lord 
and was loyal to his faith 
and to his church. 
Peavy Methodist Church named him 
Man of the Year 
and in return he gave back by
 "doing the yards", 
heading up Sunday School and being there each time the door opened. 

He loved to keep his yard clean,
no pine cone was safe from him.
He laughed when things
really weren't funny.

He had many friends, but Cliff 
was his life long friend and army buddy.

He left us, 
not knowing who he was or 
where he lived. 
He forgot us, 
but mostly he forgot 
how to be George Erwin. 
Except, I know in his heart, 
he was still tossing me in the air, 
still going to ballgames 
for Yogi and little Yogi, 
still taking care and smiling at Jan...
and still singing in the church choir. 


These pictures are of my Memory Jar for my Daddy...
keys from the warehouse where he worked for all those years,
his pocket knives
and an Atlanta Braves ticket
that he jotted some scores down on.
He was serious about the Braves! 

There are all kinds of little gadgets 
that now live in this jar, 
some I have no idea why he had them.

 There's the scissors 
that he used to touch up his hair,
 and to cut my Grandpapa's hair.
 And there's a rock? 


 I have many other things of my daddy's, his work boots,
his overalls
and even his shaving cup and brush,
but this 
 jar of little trinkets means
the most to me.



Here's his signature on a torn piece of a church bulletin...
look closely on the paper... 
it says
 Father's Day. 
                I love you, and I miss you daddy! 
                          Possum

This was originally published on June 20, 2010

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

 One Sunday night in April,
I heard...
 
"Baby, can you come here a minute?
Don't come out the back door though." 

Doot, doooot, dooot...
Looking out my back door...
(song by J.C. Fogerty)


There were no tambourines and elephants...

This is what I found!

MY PORCH!
MY HUSBAND!
 
This ain't Jericho and he ain't Joshua,
but the walls came a tumbling down!


That first step was a DOOZEY!


 We knew the porch was developing some issues,
but we never dreamed this would happen!
 OUCH! 
 
He also has a pinched nerve
near his elbow from the fall.


But there are...

 He could have gotten hurt really seriously!
But he is OK!
Thank the Lord!

 AND...
 
We are now getting a brand new porch!

Today is the first day of building,
so it still has a ways to go...

IMAGINE...
a tin covered roof in the center...
platforms, steps, and hopefully a ceiling fan.


 I need to LEVEL with you though...
this part of my house faces the street,
but was built to be the back of our house.

The actual front faces the woods.

When the former owner built the house almost 35 years ago, he built it so he could watch the deer and other wildlife in the woods behind...
uh...
in front of the house.
This side of the house
has always looked a bit unfinished,
so now maybe with this porch
it will have more curb appeal.

So terrible things can turn into
BLESSINGS!

I already knew that though!
It's been a while since I've posted because...
Well, breast cancer.
It's kinda out my back door too!
Thank the Lord again!

However, breast cancer for me has lead to

RETIREMENT!!!


BLESSING!!!

    I retired...
   not because of my circumstance,
  but because of my decision!

  My decision to paint,
create junk art,
go visit my boy,
and
do just about anything
this
artteachergirl
wants
to do now!!!

                                      See ya Later Tater!
                             
                                               Best,
                                         Vicki

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

JUNK THAT'S BEEN HAPPENING...

OK, haven't been around for a while,
so here's a few random photos to show a bit
of the JUNK that's been happening
in my blessed life...

Loved this on Pinterest, so of course,
I had to create my version over my dining area window.

All it took was lots of random plates,
hot glue and plate holders.
Plus a lot of climbing up and down and rearranging.
I think it turned out really well.
 



I have not finished this yet but decided to show it anyway...
please pray for my pictures, they need a lot of help.
I found the mirror frame at the Catholic Church's yard sale.

They have the best sales and are just over the river
and
around the bend from me.
The sweet ladies there let me have it half price,
and could not imagine why I would want that old thing!

For several years it graced my lime green dresser
,
and looked lovely with a wreath hanging on it.

However, it needed a more permanent home
that would really show it off.

I think it likes the idea of being part of the headboard
for our new king size bed.


Just time I saw this heart,
I knew the mirror frame would frame it up perfectly.

But there needs to be more around the frame...
I'm thinking...I'm thinking...it will come to me...eventually.

    Wish this wasn't blurred but I just love the top of the frame.


 And yeah...
WE HAD SNOW AND NO SCHOOL!!!!
Gotta love living in the south!



 That's it for my
     
 Later Tater!
Vicki

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