Hey, Y'all,
As promised yesterday, here is Part Two of the Tribute to Walter Bailey Young, my long time partner and sweetie.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE UNCLE"
If I asked my grand-daughters today to tell me some of their memories of their Uncle Todd...my guess would be..."He took me to Disney World" or "He bought me the latest IPOD", or "He opened me a checking account," ...my memories of my Uncle Dubby aren't even in the same ballpark. Our trips would be walking down to Mossy Creek Hollow to pick blackberries or shoot a gun, or just go for a walk around Carson-Newman campus. He would take me to the football games and I will never forget one game that Jefferson City High played Tennessee School for the Deaf. That was an experience! One time he took me fishing, but because I was blessed with the gift of gab, that was my one and only fishing trip. My sisters and I agree that our favorite time spent with Dubby was when we would go to Virginia Beach to visit Uncle Howard and Aunt Ruth, and our cousins, Robert and Karen. Visualize this: 3 adults...3-4 kids in a 51 Ford...no air conditioning...in July...and a barf bag for my sister Pam. It was left up to my Uncle Dubby to keep us kids from killing each other, and he did a good job of it. He kept us entertained by playing games like counting cows, going on vacation and I'm going to take something that begins with the letter a, b, c, etc.; or I see something that you don't see and it is the color (red, blue, etc.) Notice how he kept the games educational. Needless to say, those trips will remain embedded in our hearts forever.
I loved spending weekends with Uncle Dubby because he would always fix me sandwiches make with that sandwich spread and cherry kool-aid and I would get to stay up late with him to watch the Tonight Show. I would awaken the next morning to the sound of elevator music and the smell of JFG coffee and fried bacon. If it was a Saturday that he had to work, I would sometimes walk to work with him and return back in the afternoon hoping to find him waiting for me with a box of Hershey bars or life savers from the wholesale store. On Sunday mornings, my Uncle Dubby, my Aunt Bonnie and I, along with the pet dog, Bogey, would walk to church.
One of my best memories was when Dubby got a new tape recorder, and we spent the afternoon writing plays and doing the sound effects. I can hear the scrunching of newspaper making the sound of crackling fire, and our knuckles tapping on a book to sound like horses running as if it were yesterday. However, I also remember the one and only time he spanked me. The walkway from the street to the porch at my grandmother's house was composed of those small pea gravels. My cousin, Robert, and I were throwing those pea gravels up over our heads after being told many times not to. For some strange reason, I got spanked and Robert didn't. Today I still wonder if that spanking was my first introduction of male chauvinism or was he trying to get a point across to Robert? But, like the student that got spanked, I deserved it.
I know I speak for Pam, Terri, Bonnie and myself that our Uncle Dubby was the best!! He was our mentor, he was the kindest, most loving man you would ever meet. He always had our best interest at heart; he encouraged us to follow our dreams and to be a leader, not a follower; to get an education; but most of all - to stand strong in our Christian faith. Like Pam told me, "When he said he loved you, he loved you..and you knew he meant it." We have always felt it a privilege and an honor to call him our Uncle.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE HUSBAND, THE FATHER"
My Uncle Dubby remained a bachelor for more than half his life. I know very little about his and Ruby's courtship, but I can just about guarantee you those baby blue eyes had something to do with stealing his heart. Dubby and Ruby were married in 1976 and by this time I was already married and started a family. At this stage of my life just the only time I spent with my Uncle Dubby was at family get-togethers and Christmas. He had now taken on the role of not only a husband but a father to Ruby's daughters, Carol and Teresa. I never recall a time that he didn't speak of Carol and Teresa as his daughters, nor did he ever refer to the grandchildren as Ruby's grandchildren, but instead his or theirs. He would always keep you updated of the activities everyone was involved in. There were always those moments of grandparents' bragging rights. He was always proud of your accomplishments, Carol, Teresa..He may not have been your biological father, but that was never an issue with the way he loved you.
Ruby, I don't have to stand before you and tell you that he adored you. You were the love of his life. A few weeks ago when my Uncle Dubby had to go to the hospital while still in Jefferson City. L.D. and I took my Aunt Bonnie to visit with him. Ruby and I went out to get a bite to eat and L.D. and Big Bonnie stayed with Dubby. L.D. told me later that every time Ruby's name was mentioned, Dubby's eyes would light up and a big smile would spread across his face...and when she walked back into the room, his entire body glowed. His whole life revolved around you, Ruby. You introduced him to a world he never knew. My mom would always say, "Dubby has done things and been places that he never wouold have seen or done if not for Ruby. She has made him happy." And Ruby, he carried that love and happiness with him to his death. It's only fair to say you loved him back. We would like to say, "Thank you for all that you did for him...for the adventure you took him on...for the passion you showed him...but most of all for the care you gave him and the patience you showed him until death did you part, we will always be grateful."
(Tomorrow the last part of this Tribute to Uncle Dubby by Niece Donna Word).
If you all think this has been an easy thing to type, think again..It is quite difficult to type when your nose is running, and your heart is breaking again in a feeling of loss. Yet I am quite happy for him and the fact that he is no longer in any kind of pain, but is rejoicing with family and friends that have gone on before him.
I had a pleasant surprise this morning when I was sitting at the kitchen table in my night gown, reading a Betty Neels book. I had finished breakfast, and taken my morning medications (arghh) and drinking the last of my cup of hot tea (which by that time was cold). My phone rang, and it was granddaughter Julia on the line asking if I would like to go with her and the two girls to take some stuff to the church for a Sunday school teachers' training session being held on Saturday. She thought she might need some help with watching the girls while she carried the materials in to the kitchen there. So I said, "sure, I'd love to". I hurried around and got my shower, got dressed and was waiting when she picked me up around 10:30. The two girls are adorable, of course. Brooke is about 5 months old and Alyssa is almost 2 years old. I love being able to spend time with Julia and her and Andrew's children.
We went to the church and I waited in the car until she got the stuff carried up to the door, and then she got out the two children and I accompanied them up to the church and the youth pastor helped carry the stuff into the kitchen and while they talked, I kept the baby occupied and Alyssa kept herself occupied with looking at stuff and naming colors that she saw.
After that we left and stopped by Chick-fil-a and picked up some lunch and brought it back here to my house and ate it. I took them through the house so Julia could see what I have accomplished so far, and then they gave hugs and kisses and left. I really am thankful that Julia called and that we had such a great outing!
Yesterday, I baked a huge pan of fudgy brownies with walnuts, and after they cooled, I cut them and packaged them into three packages of aluminum foil. This afternoon, I took those three packages and three leaflets that we had printed up for Dubby's funeral service and carried them to Bishop Davies Nursing Home where Dubby was housed until he passed away a month ago. I wanted to tell them how much appreciated they are because of the wonderful care they gave to him in his last three weeks of life. They were very appreciative of my gift to them.
I did some more cutting up of boxes early this morning (about 6:30 to 7:30) and then had my breakfast.
Days seem to be going rather smoothly now, and I am getting into a routine. I will soon have most of the house put to rights, maybe another week. Then I will begin sewing again. That is about it for today. I will finish the tribute tomorrow. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends. More later. Bye for now.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tribute to Walter Young by Niece Donna Word
Hey, Y'all,
Following is a tribute paid to my sweet Dubby by one of his nieces, Donna. If you could see me as I enter this posting, you would see the tears rolling down my cheeks, because it is so very touching. She gave this tribute at his services nearly a month ago. I know it will give you a clearer picture of him as an individual than anything I could have ever written.
Part One:
For those of you from this area, you may be familiar with a local T.V. Logo, "Straight from the Heart". Today, I stand before you to give tribute to my Uncle Dubby...straight from the heart.
Walter Bailey Young was born to Amanda and John Young on October 3, 1926 in Honaker, Virginia. Shortly after the birth of my Uncle Dubby, my grandparents moved their family to Jefferson City, where my grandfather went to work in the local zinc mines. My grandfather died from injuries sustained in a mining accident. My Uncle Dubby was only three. My grandmother was left to rear four small children: my Uncle Howard; my mother, Johnnie; my Uncle Dubby; and my Aunt Bonnie, who was only 3 months old.
With strength from the Lord, and a small settlement from the mines, my grandmother built a 2-bedroom home in Jefferson City. She and her four young children moved into that home where she resided until her death. The house is still standing in most of its original state.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE MAN"
...Walter Bailey Young...What a strong, powerful name...a name that one would expect to be that of a CEO or a multi-million dollar businessman, a well-known movie star, strong politician, or a famous author. Nope, not my Uncle Dubby...he grew up very poor. The money that my grandmother received was from welfare, which during the depression didn't go very far, especially when trying to provide for four growing children. Based on stories I've heard, my Uncle Dubby and his siblings never focused on what they didn't have, but instead on what they did have. Values instilled in them by a loving mother...pride, self-esteem, motivation, encouragement, but most of all - love. Not only the love for each other, but a love for their Lord.
I remember my Uncle Dubby working at Hull Wholesale store to help contribute to the finances of caring for the home and my sick grandmother. He and my Aunt Bonnie were the only two living at home during this time and she had also quit her job to take care of my grandmother. My Uncle Dubby walked to work everyday and as a matter of fact, he walked everywhere or called a cab. He was probably in his late 30's or early 40's before he ever owned or drove a car. After the death of my grandmother, he went to Carson-Newman College, where he earned his degree in education. I will never forget the story my mom told about how handsome he looked on graduation day and commented on his new shoes and how shiny they looked. At that time, he proceeded to lift his foot. To her surprise there was cardboard that he had used to cover a hole in the bottom of his shoe.
After graduation, he started teaching at Rush Strong School where he remained until retirement. My past job allowed me to come in contact with people from surrounding counties, and if any of those people were from Strawberry Plains (where he taught), I would always ask if they had or did attend Rush Strong School and if they did,did they know my Uncle Dubby. Eyebrows would rise and they would ask, "Mr. Young was your Uncle?" Then they would proceed to tell me of experiences of having him as a teacher. I always got the impression that they entered his classroom with dreaded fear, but left his classroom with utmost respect for their teacher, "Mr. Young." One day a sales rep told me that my Uncle Dubby was the only teacher that he ever got a spanking from, and with a grin on his face, he said, "I deserved it."
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "MAN OF GOD"
As long as I can remember, my Uncle Dubby was in church. He belonged to the First Presbyterian Church in Jefferson City, and every Sunday, rain or shine, he would walk to church and always looked like a Philadelphia lawyer. My Uncle Dubby loved his God, and that love projected to everyone he knew. He always encouraged my sisters and me as to the importance of God's love, and how important it was for us to love God back. A person once made a comment to me in reference to how my Uncle Dubby would always preach religion every time he was around him. I politely told him that he's not preaching, he's just trying to save your soul from Hell. I just hope he chose to listen. My Uncle Dubby always made it a point to ask "Are you going to church?" It was important to him that everyone hear the word of God and accept Jesus as their Savior. During his life, he read the Bible from cover to cover several times, and you would be kidding yourself if you tried to take him on in a religious discussion, because you would not win. He knew his scripture and he would tell you so. When it came to his love for God, he talked the talk and walked the walk. His greatest desire in life was for those he loved to go to heaven.
(Ruby's note: Tomorrow Part 2).
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you. More later. Bye for now.
Following is a tribute paid to my sweet Dubby by one of his nieces, Donna. If you could see me as I enter this posting, you would see the tears rolling down my cheeks, because it is so very touching. She gave this tribute at his services nearly a month ago. I know it will give you a clearer picture of him as an individual than anything I could have ever written.
Part One:
For those of you from this area, you may be familiar with a local T.V. Logo, "Straight from the Heart". Today, I stand before you to give tribute to my Uncle Dubby...straight from the heart.
Walter Bailey Young was born to Amanda and John Young on October 3, 1926 in Honaker, Virginia. Shortly after the birth of my Uncle Dubby, my grandparents moved their family to Jefferson City, where my grandfather went to work in the local zinc mines. My grandfather died from injuries sustained in a mining accident. My Uncle Dubby was only three. My grandmother was left to rear four small children: my Uncle Howard; my mother, Johnnie; my Uncle Dubby; and my Aunt Bonnie, who was only 3 months old.
With strength from the Lord, and a small settlement from the mines, my grandmother built a 2-bedroom home in Jefferson City. She and her four young children moved into that home where she resided until her death. The house is still standing in most of its original state.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE MAN"
...Walter Bailey Young...What a strong, powerful name...a name that one would expect to be that of a CEO or a multi-million dollar businessman, a well-known movie star, strong politician, or a famous author. Nope, not my Uncle Dubby...he grew up very poor. The money that my grandmother received was from welfare, which during the depression didn't go very far, especially when trying to provide for four growing children. Based on stories I've heard, my Uncle Dubby and his siblings never focused on what they didn't have, but instead on what they did have. Values instilled in them by a loving mother...pride, self-esteem, motivation, encouragement, but most of all - love. Not only the love for each other, but a love for their Lord.
I remember my Uncle Dubby working at Hull Wholesale store to help contribute to the finances of caring for the home and my sick grandmother. He and my Aunt Bonnie were the only two living at home during this time and she had also quit her job to take care of my grandmother. My Uncle Dubby walked to work everyday and as a matter of fact, he walked everywhere or called a cab. He was probably in his late 30's or early 40's before he ever owned or drove a car. After the death of my grandmother, he went to Carson-Newman College, where he earned his degree in education. I will never forget the story my mom told about how handsome he looked on graduation day and commented on his new shoes and how shiny they looked. At that time, he proceeded to lift his foot. To her surprise there was cardboard that he had used to cover a hole in the bottom of his shoe.
After graduation, he started teaching at Rush Strong School where he remained until retirement. My past job allowed me to come in contact with people from surrounding counties, and if any of those people were from Strawberry Plains (where he taught), I would always ask if they had or did attend Rush Strong School and if they did,did they know my Uncle Dubby. Eyebrows would rise and they would ask, "Mr. Young was your Uncle?" Then they would proceed to tell me of experiences of having him as a teacher. I always got the impression that they entered his classroom with dreaded fear, but left his classroom with utmost respect for their teacher, "Mr. Young." One day a sales rep told me that my Uncle Dubby was the only teacher that he ever got a spanking from, and with a grin on his face, he said, "I deserved it."
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "MAN OF GOD"
As long as I can remember, my Uncle Dubby was in church. He belonged to the First Presbyterian Church in Jefferson City, and every Sunday, rain or shine, he would walk to church and always looked like a Philadelphia lawyer. My Uncle Dubby loved his God, and that love projected to everyone he knew. He always encouraged my sisters and me as to the importance of God's love, and how important it was for us to love God back. A person once made a comment to me in reference to how my Uncle Dubby would always preach religion every time he was around him. I politely told him that he's not preaching, he's just trying to save your soul from Hell. I just hope he chose to listen. My Uncle Dubby always made it a point to ask "Are you going to church?" It was important to him that everyone hear the word of God and accept Jesus as their Savior. During his life, he read the Bible from cover to cover several times, and you would be kidding yourself if you tried to take him on in a religious discussion, because you would not win. He knew his scripture and he would tell you so. When it came to his love for God, he talked the talk and walked the walk. His greatest desire in life was for those he loved to go to heaven.
(Ruby's note: Tomorrow Part 2).
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you. More later. Bye for now.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Finding My Way
Hey, Y'all,
It takes some getting used to, getting around my new world, but I am making it okay. Last Sunday morning, Daryl took Carol and me to church the "back way" which is to say not by freeway like they usually go because I don't really feel comfortable going that way.
On Thursday evening, Julia brought Alyssa, her and Andrew's 2 year old daughter, over to Carol's to be taken care of by the grandparents, while she went to a Bible study at a friend's house. Well, Alyssa was just getting over a virus that her whole family had had. Lots of smooching went on at Carol's house on Thursday evening (like you would expect with a two year old grandchild) and on Friday evening, Carol and Daryl came to supper at my house. I served pizza made by yours truly, along with green beans, and storebought key lime pie.
We played dominoes and had a great time. Next morning, about 4 a.m. she and Daryl woke up sick as the proverbial dogs, and later that morning she texted me and was asking if I was feeling okay. I said, sure, why? Then she proceeded to tell me she and Daryl were sick and asked me questions about where the green beans came from, and was the can dented, and maybe I shouldn't eat any of the left overs.
I told her I wasn't afraid of eating any of the left overs, and I was sure that it was all okay to eat. (She is a health inspector and can be dubious of any food that anyone prepares). I think she now realizes that it was Alyssa's germs that got her and Daryl and not my cooking. Anyway, I hope they won't be afraid to come back and eat at "mom's house" again. I have never yet made anybody sick in all my born days. Ha. Bless their hearts they don't need to be sick, especially because of Daryl's cancer, he has a low immune system and viruses are bad for both of them.
Anyway. because they were both under the weather today (hmmm, that is a strange saying, isn't it?) I decided to try the drive myself to church and made it okay, and then decided, on my way home, to stop off at the Verizon store to upgrade my cell phone, because the one I had was a used phone given to me by Mark and Allie and I was having trouble with the little ball in it (Blackberry Curve I). Anyway, I had been in that area a couple of weeks ago, and decided to stop in and upgrade.
After spending about an hour in there, I stopped at Mooyah's and had a burger and fries along with a chocolate shake. The guys cooking were not busy, so when they were fixing my burger, I saw one of them making a mustard happy face on the inside of my hamburger bun. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up sign, and he smiled back real big, and gave me a LOT of fries. Isn't it funny how when you smile at someone, they can't help smiling back? I just love it! I have fun wherever I go, you know? It makes for a better day for everyone, I think.
I went on out back on the road and went under the freeway to the other side and went to Target (it is right across the road from my new bank), and did some shopping there. It was four o'clock in the afternoon before I got back home, but I felt like it had been a successful day, and a really fun day. Tomorrow is plenty of time to get back to unpacking and into the week of work. Today is just for relaxing. I really enjoyed getting to church this morning. It started the day off perfectly.
I chatted online with my daughter, Teresa, for a couple of hours after I got home, and that is always enjoyable. I am feeling so much at home here now, that I can sometimes lose track of where I really am. Especially when I am at my computer or reading, I can be anywhere, because I am encapsulated in a small area and in my mind. Does that make sense to you?
Well, it is time to close out for now. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends. More later. Bye for now.
It takes some getting used to, getting around my new world, but I am making it okay. Last Sunday morning, Daryl took Carol and me to church the "back way" which is to say not by freeway like they usually go because I don't really feel comfortable going that way.
On Thursday evening, Julia brought Alyssa, her and Andrew's 2 year old daughter, over to Carol's to be taken care of by the grandparents, while she went to a Bible study at a friend's house. Well, Alyssa was just getting over a virus that her whole family had had. Lots of smooching went on at Carol's house on Thursday evening (like you would expect with a two year old grandchild) and on Friday evening, Carol and Daryl came to supper at my house. I served pizza made by yours truly, along with green beans, and storebought key lime pie.
We played dominoes and had a great time. Next morning, about 4 a.m. she and Daryl woke up sick as the proverbial dogs, and later that morning she texted me and was asking if I was feeling okay. I said, sure, why? Then she proceeded to tell me she and Daryl were sick and asked me questions about where the green beans came from, and was the can dented, and maybe I shouldn't eat any of the left overs.
I told her I wasn't afraid of eating any of the left overs, and I was sure that it was all okay to eat. (She is a health inspector and can be dubious of any food that anyone prepares). I think she now realizes that it was Alyssa's germs that got her and Daryl and not my cooking. Anyway, I hope they won't be afraid to come back and eat at "mom's house" again. I have never yet made anybody sick in all my born days. Ha. Bless their hearts they don't need to be sick, especially because of Daryl's cancer, he has a low immune system and viruses are bad for both of them.
Anyway. because they were both under the weather today (hmmm, that is a strange saying, isn't it?) I decided to try the drive myself to church and made it okay, and then decided, on my way home, to stop off at the Verizon store to upgrade my cell phone, because the one I had was a used phone given to me by Mark and Allie and I was having trouble with the little ball in it (Blackberry Curve I). Anyway, I had been in that area a couple of weeks ago, and decided to stop in and upgrade.
After spending about an hour in there, I stopped at Mooyah's and had a burger and fries along with a chocolate shake. The guys cooking were not busy, so when they were fixing my burger, I saw one of them making a mustard happy face on the inside of my hamburger bun. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up sign, and he smiled back real big, and gave me a LOT of fries. Isn't it funny how when you smile at someone, they can't help smiling back? I just love it! I have fun wherever I go, you know? It makes for a better day for everyone, I think.
I went on out back on the road and went under the freeway to the other side and went to Target (it is right across the road from my new bank), and did some shopping there. It was four o'clock in the afternoon before I got back home, but I felt like it had been a successful day, and a really fun day. Tomorrow is plenty of time to get back to unpacking and into the week of work. Today is just for relaxing. I really enjoyed getting to church this morning. It started the day off perfectly.
I chatted online with my daughter, Teresa, for a couple of hours after I got home, and that is always enjoyable. I am feeling so much at home here now, that I can sometimes lose track of where I really am. Especially when I am at my computer or reading, I can be anywhere, because I am encapsulated in a small area and in my mind. Does that make sense to you?
Well, it is time to close out for now. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends. More later. Bye for now.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Living Alone
Hey, Y'all,
Yeah, I know you are not supposed to announce to the world that you live alone, but anyone that reads my blog already knows that! Some day I may get a dog like the one my grandson, Andrew, and his family have. That would be okay, I reckon.
Since I do live alone now, I have been looking at ways that it is a blessing and I have found a few. For one thing, I can get up at any time of night and it doesn't bother anyone. If I want to get up at 2 a.m. and wander through the house putting things to right or in their place, or unpacking boxes that yet have to be emptied and put away, I can do that. If I want to take a nap at 2 in the afternoon, I am not on any kind of schedule where I have to be somewhere, and can do that.
There is the fact, too, that it doesn't take much to feed me, and as much as I miss cooking a big meal, I can be content eating alone and reading a book. I am blessed in the fact that now I can have a daughter come and have lunch with me when she is working in the area, and that is really great. I have never (since she has married and left home) had that opportunity. It is wonderful.
Speaking of putting things away, it is difficult to find places to put everything, and some places are not quite ready to put items. I still have several things to put together (i.e. the baker's rack, the park bench, the glass topped table) which are just sitting and waiting for me to pick up the screw driver and Allen wrench, and I will eventually get to doing that. I still have a whatnot shelf to put on the wall in the living room, cause I have a lot of little whatnots to put on it. I have to decide first where to put it.
Yesterday, I put 7 garbage bags of cardboard and other stuff out to be picked up by the trash collectors. It had taken me a week or more to get that much collected and I will have more next Monday. Fortunately, the collectors come twice a week. Well, I have been up since around two thirty this morning and it is almost 5 a.m., and I think I will go back to bed for awhile and see if I can get about 40 more winks. See you later.
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends. Bye for now. More later.
Yeah, I know you are not supposed to announce to the world that you live alone, but anyone that reads my blog already knows that! Some day I may get a dog like the one my grandson, Andrew, and his family have. That would be okay, I reckon.
Since I do live alone now, I have been looking at ways that it is a blessing and I have found a few. For one thing, I can get up at any time of night and it doesn't bother anyone. If I want to get up at 2 a.m. and wander through the house putting things to right or in their place, or unpacking boxes that yet have to be emptied and put away, I can do that. If I want to take a nap at 2 in the afternoon, I am not on any kind of schedule where I have to be somewhere, and can do that.
There is the fact, too, that it doesn't take much to feed me, and as much as I miss cooking a big meal, I can be content eating alone and reading a book. I am blessed in the fact that now I can have a daughter come and have lunch with me when she is working in the area, and that is really great. I have never (since she has married and left home) had that opportunity. It is wonderful.
Speaking of putting things away, it is difficult to find places to put everything, and some places are not quite ready to put items. I still have several things to put together (i.e. the baker's rack, the park bench, the glass topped table) which are just sitting and waiting for me to pick up the screw driver and Allen wrench, and I will eventually get to doing that. I still have a whatnot shelf to put on the wall in the living room, cause I have a lot of little whatnots to put on it. I have to decide first where to put it.
Yesterday, I put 7 garbage bags of cardboard and other stuff out to be picked up by the trash collectors. It had taken me a week or more to get that much collected and I will have more next Monday. Fortunately, the collectors come twice a week. Well, I have been up since around two thirty this morning and it is almost 5 a.m., and I think I will go back to bed for awhile and see if I can get about 40 more winks. See you later.
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends. Bye for now. More later.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Online Now
Hey, Y'all,
Just wanted to let you know that I am now officially "online" in my own little house and ready to get on with stuff. Jimmy, the fellow who came to install my internet and television, has just finished up and I just finished my dishes, and my morning medications, and I couldn't wait to sit down at my desk and get bizzy. Ha.
I'm sitting here just looking at all the things that have to be done, but you know, they can wait! I wanted to let you all know about my daughter, Teresa, who has just recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, and was not going to tell me until after Dub had been laid to rest, thinking to spare me. She has had some surgery to remove the infected tissues, and is healing from that surgery (which she had the week following her dad's interment), and will likely soon be doing chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I know it is okay to tell you, since she had posted it on facebook, and to ask for your prayers in her behalf, and for her husband, and son, and stepdaughters. Her sister and I could use some of them too. I thank you all so very much for the prayers that are already and have gone up on our behalf. They mean so very much and give us wonderful support.
Tomorrow, the people are coming to pick up the clothing that belonged to Dub. They are connected with the Kidney Foundation, and I know he would be glad to know that his clothing is going to help others.
After I get everything in place the way I want it here, I will do a walk through video to show you, maybe.
Yesterday, I had quite an experience, trying to get my password set up for my bank account. I had opened my new bank account just before I went back home to pack up my house and get moved out here. I was supposed to access it online within a two week period. Well, as you may know, Dub passed away soon after and the bank account online accession was the last thing on my mind, so when I tried to access it at Carol's the other day, it wouldn't accept my password. Just as she was calling the bank, she got an important call, and couldn't finish my password business.
So I decided to go to the bank and get it there. Screwing my courage into place, I made the trip to the bank in that unfamiliar territory, and found out that my new password would only work thirty minutes after receiving it. The fellow who gave it to me, let me use his computer to enter it. Thank goodness! Well, to add to the mix, I wanted to get to Carol's in a hurry and double check to see if it actually worked.
I hurried to get to Carol's and got stuck in traffic behind construction that had not been there the last time I was that way, but still had time left on my thirty minute deadline. Well, I got to Carol's house and rushed in to use her laptop. Shazam! It wasn't there...I looked all around the house, and then realized that she was teaching a food-handling course that day (using power point) and she had it with her. Ha! Big joke on me. Anyway, that was fine, because when I tried to access it while ago, I had no problem. Yes! (arm bent in a success move).
Speaking of road construction, it seems that quite a bit is going on here in town, and you can hardly drive down any street (well, maybe not that bad) without seeing some construction going on. Some of it is close to schools, so may be they are fixing some things that they have had all summer to do, but just now getting a round tuit. Ha.
Thanks to all of you who have stuck to reading my posts over these past few months and giving encouragement. I will soon be back to catching up on reading yours. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends and family. More later. Bye for now.
Just wanted to let you know that I am now officially "online" in my own little house and ready to get on with stuff. Jimmy, the fellow who came to install my internet and television, has just finished up and I just finished my dishes, and my morning medications, and I couldn't wait to sit down at my desk and get bizzy. Ha.
I'm sitting here just looking at all the things that have to be done, but you know, they can wait! I wanted to let you all know about my daughter, Teresa, who has just recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, and was not going to tell me until after Dub had been laid to rest, thinking to spare me. She has had some surgery to remove the infected tissues, and is healing from that surgery (which she had the week following her dad's interment), and will likely soon be doing chemotherapy and radiation treatments. I know it is okay to tell you, since she had posted it on facebook, and to ask for your prayers in her behalf, and for her husband, and son, and stepdaughters. Her sister and I could use some of them too. I thank you all so very much for the prayers that are already and have gone up on our behalf. They mean so very much and give us wonderful support.
Tomorrow, the people are coming to pick up the clothing that belonged to Dub. They are connected with the Kidney Foundation, and I know he would be glad to know that his clothing is going to help others.
After I get everything in place the way I want it here, I will do a walk through video to show you, maybe.
Yesterday, I had quite an experience, trying to get my password set up for my bank account. I had opened my new bank account just before I went back home to pack up my house and get moved out here. I was supposed to access it online within a two week period. Well, as you may know, Dub passed away soon after and the bank account online accession was the last thing on my mind, so when I tried to access it at Carol's the other day, it wouldn't accept my password. Just as she was calling the bank, she got an important call, and couldn't finish my password business.
So I decided to go to the bank and get it there. Screwing my courage into place, I made the trip to the bank in that unfamiliar territory, and found out that my new password would only work thirty minutes after receiving it. The fellow who gave it to me, let me use his computer to enter it. Thank goodness! Well, to add to the mix, I wanted to get to Carol's in a hurry and double check to see if it actually worked.
I hurried to get to Carol's and got stuck in traffic behind construction that had not been there the last time I was that way, but still had time left on my thirty minute deadline. Well, I got to Carol's house and rushed in to use her laptop. Shazam! It wasn't there...I looked all around the house, and then realized that she was teaching a food-handling course that day (using power point) and she had it with her. Ha! Big joke on me. Anyway, that was fine, because when I tried to access it while ago, I had no problem. Yes! (arm bent in a success move).
Speaking of road construction, it seems that quite a bit is going on here in town, and you can hardly drive down any street (well, maybe not that bad) without seeing some construction going on. Some of it is close to schools, so may be they are fixing some things that they have had all summer to do, but just now getting a round tuit. Ha.
Thanks to all of you who have stuck to reading my posts over these past few months and giving encouragement. I will soon be back to catching up on reading yours. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends and family. More later. Bye for now.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Church Yesterday
Hey,Y'all,
Yesterday, I was privileged to be able to go to church once again. It was really great to be among the members at Countryside Bible Church and feel the welcome that I received there. Carol and Daryl took me by a way that I can drive myself and not have to travel by freeway. Back roads are just fine by me. Ha.
After the services were over, we went back to Carol's home and had a quick lunch, then it was out again for Carol and me to a bridal shower being held in Emily's honor over in Arlington at the home of one of Emily's friends. There were about 20 or more in attendance, and it was a lovely occasion.
This morning, I decided to tackle the cardboard boxes that were stored in the garage, and put them a little more neatly in one place. I realized that I needed to cut up those that were not entire boxes, and so I proceeded to do that. I went out about 9 a.m. and began cutting and putting pieces of cardboard into the several plastic bags that were out there, and partially filled. Somehow, i had started filling several different ones. By 11:30, I had just about finished the job, and called Carol to see if she would like to stop by for lunch of sandwiches and she pulled up into the driveway about ten minutes later.
We went in and had a quick lunch and she had to leave and go back to work. It is really nice to be able to spend some time with her and I look forward to more days such as this one.
I am sleeping better now, and am getting into a natural daily rhythm of living, I think. Right now, i am at Carol's using her laptop, because i have to wait until Wednesday to get my internet installed at home. I will be here only long enough to do this posting and then I need to get back home for awhile. I have been invited over for pizza tonight, but I feel the need to get back home for a brief nap. Ha.
Well, that is about it for right now. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends and supporters. Bye for now. More later.
Yesterday, I was privileged to be able to go to church once again. It was really great to be among the members at Countryside Bible Church and feel the welcome that I received there. Carol and Daryl took me by a way that I can drive myself and not have to travel by freeway. Back roads are just fine by me. Ha.
After the services were over, we went back to Carol's home and had a quick lunch, then it was out again for Carol and me to a bridal shower being held in Emily's honor over in Arlington at the home of one of Emily's friends. There were about 20 or more in attendance, and it was a lovely occasion.
This morning, I decided to tackle the cardboard boxes that were stored in the garage, and put them a little more neatly in one place. I realized that I needed to cut up those that were not entire boxes, and so I proceeded to do that. I went out about 9 a.m. and began cutting and putting pieces of cardboard into the several plastic bags that were out there, and partially filled. Somehow, i had started filling several different ones. By 11:30, I had just about finished the job, and called Carol to see if she would like to stop by for lunch of sandwiches and she pulled up into the driveway about ten minutes later.
We went in and had a quick lunch and she had to leave and go back to work. It is really nice to be able to spend some time with her and I look forward to more days such as this one.
I am sleeping better now, and am getting into a natural daily rhythm of living, I think. Right now, i am at Carol's using her laptop, because i have to wait until Wednesday to get my internet installed at home. I will be here only long enough to do this posting and then I need to get back home for awhile. I have been invited over for pizza tonight, but I feel the need to get back home for a brief nap. Ha.
Well, that is about it for right now. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends and supporters. Bye for now. More later.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Am I a Texan Now?
Hey, Y'all,
Well, now, y'all - I went yesterday to apply for my Texas tags and registration of my title. What an experience! Now, I knew where I had to go, basically, to apply. I knew it was the building that Carol parked near to pick up her County car for her job of health inspector, because I had taken her there during the days that Dub was still living, and we had just brought him here to the Nursing home. If you recall, I took her each morning to pick up her car, so that I could use hers to drive around in during the day.
I got to the parking lot okay, parked my car and went to the building that I thought she meant was the courthouse building. It turned out not to be the exact one I needed. A friendly fellow walking around in the parking lot, directed me to the correct building which was on the other end of the parking lot. So, I head over there and walk in, easily locating the correct office.
Taking a number from the dispenser placed there for order in arrivals, I waited until my number was called, walking over to the lady who called it. I saw a sign over the window that stated "Strangers when we enter, friends when we leave." I asked the lady behind the counter if she would be my friend. She looked a little puzzled until I recited the saying on the sign to her. Ha. Don't you love it when you can do something like that?
Well, I found out pretty soon that I needed to have something else before I could get my tags. She told me that I needed to get the car inspected to make sure that everything was working properly on it (signals, etc.). I asked, "where do I get that done?". She replied, "oh, any place that does oil changes and tuneups. There are several close to here." DUH! One of the other ladies directed me to a Goodyear place which was supposed to be very close to the courthouse. She told me I could go to the end of the parking lot and cross the street, and I would be in the area for it.
I drove across the street looking for the Goodyear sign, driving around the parking area like a drunk or crazy person. Ha ha! Good thing the cops didn't see me, or I would yet be waiting to get out of stir. Ha. I finally had to drive out onto the street and when I did, I saw the Goodyear sign. Then had to go up to the corner, turn left and then make another left turn (a u-ey) and into the Goodyear parking lot on the right. What an adventure.
After I got the inspection done, I went back to the sub-courthouse and got a number again, and finally got my tags and applied for a Texas title to my car. So, once I get my Texas driver's license (which I have over 60 days to do), I guess I will officially be a Texan, although I now consider myself one, since I live here permanently.
This morning, I needed to go to my new bank, so I once again ventured out on new territory, armed with a hand-drawn map, courtesy of Carol. I found my way to the bank and also to the Target store, where I had fun shopping around. Carol called me when I was home (just) and invited me to have some lunch with her. She bought Chinese for our lunch. Yum! It has been months since I have had any Chinese. It was great. Later today, i am going to begin going through Dub's clothing, and when I am finished it will go to the clothing drive for the Kidney Foundation. Very apropos since he died probably from a staph infection in the kidneys. He was also diabetic which contributed to his condition.
Well, that is about it for today, folks. I am sleeping better at night, only waking up once in the early morning hours, and most of the paperwork is finished. Praise God!
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends and family. Bye for now.
Well, now, y'all - I went yesterday to apply for my Texas tags and registration of my title. What an experience! Now, I knew where I had to go, basically, to apply. I knew it was the building that Carol parked near to pick up her County car for her job of health inspector, because I had taken her there during the days that Dub was still living, and we had just brought him here to the Nursing home. If you recall, I took her each morning to pick up her car, so that I could use hers to drive around in during the day.
I got to the parking lot okay, parked my car and went to the building that I thought she meant was the courthouse building. It turned out not to be the exact one I needed. A friendly fellow walking around in the parking lot, directed me to the correct building which was on the other end of the parking lot. So, I head over there and walk in, easily locating the correct office.
Taking a number from the dispenser placed there for order in arrivals, I waited until my number was called, walking over to the lady who called it. I saw a sign over the window that stated "Strangers when we enter, friends when we leave." I asked the lady behind the counter if she would be my friend. She looked a little puzzled until I recited the saying on the sign to her. Ha. Don't you love it when you can do something like that?
Well, I found out pretty soon that I needed to have something else before I could get my tags. She told me that I needed to get the car inspected to make sure that everything was working properly on it (signals, etc.). I asked, "where do I get that done?". She replied, "oh, any place that does oil changes and tuneups. There are several close to here." DUH! One of the other ladies directed me to a Goodyear place which was supposed to be very close to the courthouse. She told me I could go to the end of the parking lot and cross the street, and I would be in the area for it.
I drove across the street looking for the Goodyear sign, driving around the parking area like a drunk or crazy person. Ha ha! Good thing the cops didn't see me, or I would yet be waiting to get out of stir. Ha. I finally had to drive out onto the street and when I did, I saw the Goodyear sign. Then had to go up to the corner, turn left and then make another left turn (a u-ey) and into the Goodyear parking lot on the right. What an adventure.
After I got the inspection done, I went back to the sub-courthouse and got a number again, and finally got my tags and applied for a Texas title to my car. So, once I get my Texas driver's license (which I have over 60 days to do), I guess I will officially be a Texan, although I now consider myself one, since I live here permanently.
This morning, I needed to go to my new bank, so I once again ventured out on new territory, armed with a hand-drawn map, courtesy of Carol. I found my way to the bank and also to the Target store, where I had fun shopping around. Carol called me when I was home (just) and invited me to have some lunch with her. She bought Chinese for our lunch. Yum! It has been months since I have had any Chinese. It was great. Later today, i am going to begin going through Dub's clothing, and when I am finished it will go to the clothing drive for the Kidney Foundation. Very apropos since he died probably from a staph infection in the kidneys. He was also diabetic which contributed to his condition.
Well, that is about it for today, folks. I am sleeping better at night, only waking up once in the early morning hours, and most of the paperwork is finished. Praise God!
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends and family. Bye for now.
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