I have no words to adequately express the loss I feel...
You will be missed.
“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.” —George Burns
I find it hard to believe that these two little blond cuties grew up to become burly, bearded Dad's...
Every few weeks we get a visit from a furry friend...
Journiee is the climbing-est child I have ever seen. She is constantly climbing chairs, foot stools, onto tables or anything else she can find. Take her to a park and she heads for the tallest monkey bars in the place.
Back a long time ago, when Clyde first started the Stalkerclan, I remember putting tales about every time I stayed all night with somebody. When I got back home the next day. Mother acted like I owed her a whole day's worth of work for it. Here is a tale that should go along with it.
I remember Mother taking all four of us girls down to Junice's. While Mother took Michelle into the store, Lucille, Jeffery and I went into the house.
Patty said, "I wished I could go around saying my hair is too curly."
I said, "It is."
Patty said, "Shoot."
Lucille went over to work on Sandra's hair for a while. When she did I stood up, and the exact same time, Jeffery stood up also. I was in front of her and both of us ran for the door. Quick as we got to the door Jeffery pushed me into it. I said, "Go stay all night."
Jeffery said, "I don't want to stay all night."
When I finally got the door opened both of us ran as fast as we could to the car. We both went to a different car door. Quick as we both opened the car doors and slammed them, out of the house came Lucille. When Mother took a notice on coming out to go home, all of us were already in the car.
Story by Sherry
Learned this week that the Cemetery Wild Flowers that grow up each year around the headstones of Mom's Cousin Laurla and her children are called Yellow Hawkweeds.
It is apparently a relative of the dandelion. I don't feel so bad about mowing them down now.
Memorial Day always makes me think of Mom's cousin Alvis Justice. He was her double first cousin like his brothers Olen and Aaron.
Alvis died during the Korean War. He was captured by the North Korean Army and became a POW. He survived the "Tiger March" only to be murdered later at the "Sunchon Tunnel Massacre".
He is buried at the Wilson cemetery near Dad's sister Maggie.
Uncle Teet served in the Army at the same time and fought in the area of the Sunchon Tunnel later in the conflict. He was much luckier though and came home safely.
When Jennie drags me up on those steep hillside cemeteries, she props me up with a stick to keep me from rolling all the way to the road at the bottom of the hill. I worry sometimes that she needs to use a stronger stick.
I can hear the conversation now..
Journiee - "What happened to Grandpa, Daddy?"
Matthew - "Gravity, Honey. Gravity finally got him."
During a break in the rain Jennie and I got decorating done at Fords Branch, Dow Brooks and the Ratliff Cemetery. Hopefully we can get to Wilson in the next day or two.
Here are a couple of photos from today.
The hillside graveyards seem to get steeper and higher every year. I don't know how many more years Jennie will be able to carry me up there to watch her work.
Some of you may remember this old photo of Great Grandpa George Stalker...
I ran it through an AI program and got this...
Amazing stuff. I can't recall ever meeting him so I don't know how accurate a depiction of him this is.
While they were here for Mother's Day we went with Matt, Tiffany and their kids to Mr Gatti's. They enjoyed the bumper cars while I enjoyed the Salad Bar, Cheese Sticks and Spaghetti.
They played in the arcade and enjoyed the photo booth while I sampled the variety of pizzas, more cheese sticks, dessert pizzas and the endless drink refills.
I think they had fun, I know I did.
I remember back when we were young, Mother thought it was all right to cook, wash dishes and make up beds on Sunday. She thought it was against the Lords will for Lucille to do any sewing and for me to do any ironing. I am going to guess it was Lucille and me were down Gibson's doing some Mothers Day shopping. I purchased her a picture frame that held eight small pictures. I don't remember what Lucille got her.
When we got home we decided not to give her the gifts till Mother's Day.
That Sunday I think it was Clyde who went out to the car and brought in the gifts in a store bag. When I saw the bag I noticed the frame I got her. I didn't think she should see it today. I just thought it at the last second, "Oh! my goodness today is Mother's Day." She saw the frame and said she was going to put pictures of Michelle and all of us in it.
Story by Sherry
I ran this old black and white photo of Mom and Aunt Virgie through the AI in Google Photos...
And it produced this photo of Michelle with Aunt Dib...
Maybe I need to quit using the free version of AI and use a paid version. (Nah, I'm too cheap to speed money on this nonsense.)
They will always bring the groceries and the books. When they come I will always have the books I borrowed from them last time and give them back and take the ones I asked for the day.
They will also take mother to church and bring her back.
One day as I was taking the books back, Dad said, "What's going on here?"
I said , "I am borrowing some encyclopedias off of them to do my lessons." This went on for two years. Dad said, "Gert, we are going to have to get that child there an encyclopedia set."
Before school started back, I was in the eighth grade, I got the set. Michelle and Jeffery got to use the set also.
Story by Sherry
Some family traditions just won't die, even if they probably should.
Bryan, Emerson and Journiee, three generations of bathtub photos.