Here it is Sunday afternoon, and it has been about 5 days since I posted and I offer my apologies to those who have wondered how I am doing.
Actually, I seem to be doing quite well. We had a fun thing to do on Friday afternoon following lunch. Some of the ladies who work in the dining room set up a Karaoke machine and did a lot of "the oldies" from country music. Patsy Cline, Kitty Wells, Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, were among the artists whose songs were sung by the ladies. I wanted to sing, but didn't feel comfortable doing a song with the music in the background. I never know quite where to "come in" when the music begins and didn't want to make a bigger fool of myself than I already am. ha.
Instead, I chose to sing a song that my mama used to sing. It is a song called, "Little Mary Phagan" about a girl who worked at a pencil factory in Atlanta, Georgia in 1913. The story goes that she left home and went to the factory on a holiday to pick up her paycheck. When she arrived, the only one there was the owner, who raped and killed her and then hid her body in the basement. Later, the black custodian came and found her in the basement and called the police. He was accused but later set free and the owner was arrested, tried and sentenced to death. He was Jewish, and because a large contingent of Jews appealed his case and brought political pressure to bear on the governor, his sentence was commuted. Other Georgians became angy, and seized the convicted man, and hanged him. Mary Phagan became a folk hero, and songs were written about her. I am sure that mom heard the songs when she was just a young woman. She was twelve when Mary was slain. My mom loved to sing the sad songs, and we loved to hear her sing them.
Yesterday, our church ladies held their annual "Festival of Tables" where those ladies that choose to do so, choose a theme and decorate a table. They then invite seven other ladies to sit at their table and enjoy a delicious meal. At the meal yesterday, we had a delicous fruit cup, a menu of baked chicken, potatoes au gratin, a delicious roll, and muffins, with iced tea, and honey butter, followed by coffee and a really yummy slice of cheesecake topped with raspberries and blueberries. When the meal began, we were entertained with songs performed by Karen Stansbury, and following the meal we heard and saw a monologue drama by actress Dorothy Giles, called, "The Mother of Jesus". Dorothy played Mary, mother of Jesus. It was a moving dramatization of how it must have been to be His mother.
My friend, and honorary daughter, Allie, came and picked me up at the Terrace Estates and took me home so that I could get dolled up for the Festival. Aren't friends wonderful? Speaking of friends, it was wonderful to get to the church and be welcomed by so many of our friends and to be told many times, "I have been praying for you". Such a warm feeling it gives one to hear those words, knowing that they are true and not just words carelessly spoken.
This morning, I enjoyed chatting with daughter, Teresa, who lives in Alabama. We try to chat online every weekend. I was telling her that one of the dining room servers was relating to me that when Gramps was up here before (while I was in the hospital and later recuperating) that the ladies here were disappointed to find out that he was married and had gone home to be with his wife. ha. Well, he is good looking, you know, and they may have been looking at him as prospective husband material. Sorry ladies, he is already taken.
Well, that is about it for today, and so, this is Blabbin'Grammy signing off for now. More later. Love to all of you. Bye for now.