Great Grandfather James Jones and Great Grandmother, Arena Ann Bradley Jones are pictured above. Great Grandfather and his eldest son Lewis walked from their home in Hawkins County Tennessee under the cover of darkness to Pineville Kentucky to join up with the Union Army. They served in the Union Army until the war ended in 1865 and they returned home. I am proud that he stood against slavery. A man of integrity and a woman of endurance. I hope some day to meet them in Heaven.
September 28, 2010
If you come to visit, I'll fix supper for you, and make you a fresh pot of coffee or a pitcher of tea. Then we'll sit around and reminesse awhile. Seems that few take time to visit anymore. When we were growing up, family and neighbors visited one another. There weren't many days that we did not have company. When we didn't, we often walked out the road and visited our neighbors. I still miss the evenings when the neighbors came down to watch wrestling with mom and dad. They had such a good time and us kids were caught up in the excitement. And many times in the summer we walked home from a neighbors house, by the light of a full moon. It seemed that no one was in a hurry back then. When you visited someone, they didn't want you to leave. And when they came to our house, we didn't want them to leave. When someone came from out of town, we cleaned for days before they got there and mom cooked everything special she could think of, and when they left, us kids cried because we didn't know how long it would be before we would see them again. So if you're comming by, let me know, so I can cook you up something special, like my mom did way back then. And don't be supprised if we don't want you to leave. Family and friends are one of God's greatest blessings.
September 25, 2010
In my mind I can see the water bucket, dipper, and wash pan still sitting on this old wash stand. Lots of places we lived at; we either had a well and drew our water, or we carried our water from a spring. In both cases we used this old wash stand to sit our water water bucket on.
When we grew up; we didn't think life was hard. Most of our friends and neighbors grew up the same way. Back then getting water was a daily chore, but, God always blessed us with good drinking water and everything else we needed. Just as He does today. And we thank Him.
September 21, 2010
September 18, 2010
September 13, 2010
She raised a big garden; canned vegetables and fruit for the family, helped mow the yard and still had time for a welcomed visit when someone stopped by. The thing I remember the most about her was her love for her family, her love of the simple life, and her love for God.
September 12, 2010
The drive accross the mountain this morning, quickly gave way to clear blue skies and sunshine casting peaceful shadows on the mountain trees.
Here and there along the roadside; goldenrod and wild coreopsis stood waving in the breeze.
When we pulled into the gravel parking lot we could see that the side and front doors
of the little church stood open, letting in the fresh air and sunshine.
We could hear the Sunday school teacher delivering his lesson in his gentle familiar voice.
The choir sang softly and their angelic voices drifted through the clean mountain air.
The pastor preached another God given sermon that lifted the heart and soul.
The sound of roosters crowing accross the hillside rang clearly through the open doors.
What great love God has bestowed upon us to allow us to enjoy this Blessed Mountain Sabbath. No this isn't a church of long ago.
We visited this little country church this morning, in the hills of Kentucky, September 12, 2010.
We thank God for His little country church where we can get a drink to fill our thirsty soul.
September 06, 2010
The crisp evening air, the call of the katydid and clear skys are welcome changes.
The long hot summer nearly gone, making way for evening walks at the lake.
The river is clearing some; we may get to take our john boat out and do some bass fishing.
Won't be long 'til fall apples are in season.
Apple butter time! We need to put some apples in the freezer for the winter.
Nothing better than fried apples, hot biscuits and gravy when the winter wind howls outside.
With Fall's beauty and nature's bounty,
I remember that the Bible say something like,
"What is man, that God is mindful of him?"
I don't know the answer,
but, I am so thankful, He is mindful of us.
September 05, 2010
When I filled in at the switchboard so the receptionist could go to lunch a few years ago, a woman came in to apply for a job. She had that familiar look, but, I didn't really remember her. She has a ghostly look on her face as she approached me and began to appologize for something she had said to me many years before when we worked together in a neighboring town. She told me that she had told her sister the day before, if she ever saw me again she would appologize to me. I assured her that I did not even remember what she had said and what ever it was I had forgotten all about it and did forgive her. I never remembered her first reflection, though it may have been a bad one, but, I may never forget her last one of sincerety. Thank the Lord for second chances, and forgiveness.
September 02, 2010
But, outside the window a goldfinch sings it's sweetest melody. And, I'm reminded that the best is yet to come.
September 01, 2010
As kids growing up, we have fond memories of breakfast being cooked on an old wood cook stove much like this one. Though our parents and mammo had electric and gas ranges, they kept their old wood cook stoves and fired them up in the Fall and Winter to help knock the chill out of the house. On really cold days, we warmed our hands over the top, and baked cornbread, biscuits and cake in the oven. But, the gravy and fried apples was always my favorite.
This year at Thanksgiving, Lord willing we hope to cook our Thanksgiving meal on this old wood cook stove in our garage. When we have snow and ice storms and loose power, we cook in the garage and light the kerosene lamps. Seems to take us back in time, if just for a little while. God is good.