With all the flurry and worry of the approaching hurricane…I ,…like most of you,… wandered hectically through the house trying to decide what I needed to pack, what was most important …what we maybe couldn’t live without, what was needed the most, and what needed to be tucked safely away in some high hidden spot if it had to be left behind.
I admit…I treasure my “things”.
They all have a story or reason for being where they are…and to be honest with you…most of them people would see and then not give a second thought to…but that’s ok…they are “my” treasures… and I alone know why they are there.
Im not one to want fancy jewelry and finer things.
Ok I admit a Tv , stove and refrigerator do make ones life easier…but as far as designer names and such…they don’t mean a thing to me.
Never was one to try to “keep up with the jones”…maybe because of the way we were raised.
We were raised “humble”,
…not poor…"humble.
…you know where you appreciate what you have., and feel Blessed to have it.
The only thing my family was ever rich in was love…and we had lots and lots of that.
I can remember when salmon patties mom made were like lobster to the rich…when hearing daddy read me “Sam I am”…for the hundredth time (in fact I asked him 2 years ago to read it to me for Christmas…and he did in the full animated version as only he could:) )…or to see him point out a fish breaking the marsh ,was just as special as the first time he did it.
I remember days and days of roaming the creeks with him, each so different…each as if they were yesterday.
Holidays were a time for family…and food…lots and lots of it…
and more love.
Always lots of love
Camping trips on the river and beach, fishing, gigging, hunting…
shrimping…eating a roasted chicken and white bread from the red and white in Georgetown on the way home from getting groceries with mom and daddy, and throwing the chicken bones out the window when they weren’t looking…lol…don’t ask me why I
As always, your posts make me smile. Great pic and great post. Hope you are doing better. We need you back, we miss you and Peapod is getting out of control.
“Apathy is the Glove into Which Evil Slips It’s Hand”, but really, who cares?
