Rosemary's Pentecostal Songs

More About Tornados

2011-09-27T15:25:00.000-07:00

I have had more comments on the blog I called "The Tornado" than anything I have written. I do remember another tornado that I thought I might comment on.
WE lived in a little house in Redkey, Indiana and my second son "Mark." was
about five years old as the time. We had a large backyard with a medium sized tree standing at the back of it (Which would be west of our house) by the alley. Late one evening I was standing at the back door and Mark was playing in the yard
when we notice a tornado appoaching from the southwest. Mark came to stand beside me in the door way. We both watched it approach and it never occured to me to be afraid. I suppose because I felt like know the "Master of the Wind."

Since then I have seen and heard of many tornados and I know the damage that
they can do. That one however came up to the tree in our back yard where it arose making a very large hoie in the top of it and then it went on over the top of our house and disappeared north east of us.

Now when we talk of that experience Mark explains it like this "I saw the tornado coming and I thought "Aren't we supoosed to be afraid?" but when I looked up at Momma I thought "No I guess not."

The Tornado

2011-01-27T07:29:00.000-08:00

I noticed that Jae had asked me to tell about Raymond and the Tornado.
that was on a post where I had talked about God's protection on the hi-way. And I do believe it makes a difference when we call on God for help. He said ask and ye shall receive. Knock and it shall be open unto you. Seek and ye shall find.

O.K. So Once upon a time. Which remind me when Christina was a very small girl, she had said "Grandma tell me the story of the three bears. So I said o.k. and I proceeded to get on with the story, and I thought I was doing fine. Then she said "No! No! Grandma you didn't say "onca punca tine"

"Precious memories those are" Christina is grown now and has two little girls of her own and a precious little boy. and when I edit this I hope to en clude a picture of us.

But right now I'm suppose to be telling about the tornado, and how God answered my prayer.

One day we knew it was coming up a storm and my husband knew that his brother and his family could get very nervous and afraid for good reason because there had already been a lot of damage and loss of life due to tornadoes. So his first thoughts were of them and he wanted to go the four miles to their house to comfort them during this coming ordeal I suppose. But they were a proud family and thinking if they knew the real reason they might resent that. I had ask him not to go. But he said "Yes I'm going too, and also my son Jeff told me "and I'm going with him." So I stood at my front door and watched them get in the car and head north on the Hi-Way. as the wind started blowing. Then I went directly to my bedroom, knelt down by the bed and I just simply said,"Lord turn them around and send them back home." Whereupon I arose and went back to the front door just in time to see my son Jeff exiting the car. And he said "Mom you will never guess what happened." WE got just outside of town and the wind picked us up and turned us around and here we are." My husband Raymond told it something like this. "The wind picked us up and turned us around in the air and sat us back down in the field. and I knew if I didn't get out of there (in a hurry) I would be stuck. So I pushed on the gas and got us back up on the road." And there they were back home again.

The Parable Of The Water Beatle

2011-01-10T13:34:00.000-08:00

Found in my friends very impressive collection of books of which
she said I should feel welcome to borrow any of my choosing. I found
a special summary of Guide Posts stories.
They are all good stories telling of things that God has done
for us individually. This one story is too good not to share. It gives me hope
I'm hoping it will give hope to you.
This was written by Norman Vincent Peale about a movie director and
film writer Cecil B. DeMille.
Mr. DeMille very often went out on the Lake in his boat to think things over when he had a problem or was depressed. One day the boat drifted back to the shore and stopped in the sand where there were several water beattles crawling in the sand. While he was watching them one very laboristly crawled up the side of the boat where it then fell dead and dropped back down onto the sand. Mr DeMille took the boat back out on the lake. About two hours later he returned and watched as the shell of the water beatle burst open and out came beautiful horse fly that suddenly arose and began to fly around over his siblings that were still struggling in the sand. Later that evening while making a speech to his Audience he said "If God can do that for the lowly water beatle, what makes us think he wouldn't do the same for us.

Ray Plays Guitar

2010-11-22T06:56:00.000-08:00

ROSE SINGS

2010-11-20T16:42:00.000-08:00

Rose Sings

More Bloggin

2010-11-16T13:00:00.000-08:00

For some reason I have not been able to post pictures. So I'm trying to prove it to my self that I can do that. The first picture here was taken maybe 10 years ago. It is My late husband holding Abigail Brown.
then my son Jeff holding Angel Pohlman . Then The next one would have been taken 82 years ago, It is my Grandpa Elijah Reeves with my brother Isaac White Jr. and My Aunt Ella Mae. Then the next picture probably was taken about 18 years later. It is Aunt Ella and Dixie Reeves.
I can't believe that the year is almost over. It's November already . I kept getting comments on my blog called "The Good Ole Baptist Preachers." and I wondered why. That makes sense that was the lst thing I had blogged. Angel and Abigail must be about nine now and they are my very beautiful Great Grandaughters. I want to get a recent picture os them on here real soon.

The Good Ole Baptist Preachers

2010-04-15T07:35:00.000-07:00

I noticed while reading some of my recent blogs that I promised to tell how Ray got called to preach at the age of "five". At that time it seems that the family were attending a church service at what I believe to be a Baptist. I think in Tennessee they have what is called "Southern Baptist" The church had a porch whether in the front or the back I know not. But Ray said he would
sometimes linger under the porch awaiting someone to discard a cigarette butt then he would finish smoking it. While listening to the preaching was when he first felt like he would like to be a preacher when he grew up.
He said that sometimes even the preacher would take a break and come out on the porch for a smoke.

What A Mess

2010-04-13T07:22:00.000-07:00

A few years later when the children had all left home Ray and I went back to one of those beautiful river bank places so he could fish and I enjoy the scenery. As I looked around me I was thinking, how some people don't seem to care if they mess up God's beautiful nature. How much better would it look if I picked up the left over food wrappers and the myriad of empty beer cans and bottles. So I sat to work, I was going to tote all this stuff back home and put it in the trash for the trash man to haul off. Of course my husband thought this strange behavior and he said, "What are you doing?" I tried to explain to him but he reminded me of something I had not considered. He said you better not do that because if and when people see all this stuff in our trash they will assume that we are the users of all this stuff. I continued too clean up but I did not haul it off.

I found the Dead Man's Shoe

2010-04-10T18:43:00.002-07:00

Ray loved to go fishing. So one Sunday after Sunday School we went up north of Kokomo to one of his favorite fishing spots. In the meantime we heard on the Radio that a Murder had occured the night before. The victim was found in his bed fully dressed with the exception of one shoe was missing and the police were searching for that shoe. I never cared about fishing, but I always loved being around the river, and while loitering around the River Bank I found that shoe stuck in the mud just a little above the water level. So I took it out of the mud and put it up on the hill beside a rock
fully intending to take it to the police station when I got back home. In the meantime three men stopped in their car and parked upon the road above where we were fishing. It appeared that they were looking for the shoe but I was so scared that they might hurt us if they knew I had found the shoe that when we left there I was afraid to take it. So I left it down by the river. I said I was going to report it to the Police when I got home, but my husband said "you just better tend to your own business. That scared me even more.
In later years we went fishing again in that area.
"If the Good Lord's Willin And The Creeks Don't Rise."
I want to tell you about that in a different article.

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2010-04-10T18:43:00.001-07:00

Rosemary'sPentecostal Songs: Ray's Vision

2010-04-09T16:50:00.000-07:00

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Ray's Vision

2010-04-09T07:07:00.000-07:00

My late husband was a very passionate man. Whatever he was he was into it or not. According to him he was called to preach when he was "Five " years old. (that's another story-to explain how he got called to preach at only five.) Of course later in life while having a prayer meeting beside his bed that calling was renewed. He got up from there and came in to the front room where I was and began to extol about his experience that had just happened to him. He said "mommy" you'll never guess what just happened to me or words to that effect. (He very often used the word Mom when addressing me and I would call him Dad or Daddy) He said, It was like I was lifted up out of my body and I sat beside a (flowing) river with my feet in the water. He implied that it was such a good feeling.
There were trees on each side of the river. He did not want to come back from there he said. Then he said he was taken to a beautiful hill side where there were sheep, and God ask him to feed the sheep. However he did have to come back because it was just a vision. He was so exited and I told him to get the Bible and read in the Book of Revelations 22nd chapter. It was exactly as he had seen it he said even the bottom of the throne. I wanted to tell you about the time we went fishing and I found the shoe of a murdered man.
I guess that will have to be told later in another story. The connection being that we went fishing that day there was a river involved, and I love God's beautiful scenery. And also I was thinking about the recycle thing and it included a beautiful river. Hopefully we will get to that later.

Rosemary'sPentecostal Songs: My Wonderful Grandma

2010-04-03T11:45:00.000-07:00

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My Wonderful Grandma

2010-04-01T17:33:00.000-07:00

Since I'm still thinking about the recycle thing it comes to mind about grandma's cleaning tips. One day while watching "Maam" ( that's what we called Grandma Reeves) peel tomatoes for canning I noticed that the Mason Jar Lids needed a good cleaning. Although I was still really quite a little girl washing the jars had become my job at home because that was before they started manufacturing the Wide Mouth Jars. Mother said since my hands were little enough to fit inside the jars easily and her hands were much too big that would be a good job for me. Never mind if I did not get them clean the first time Mother would just say "lick your calf over" and I would have to wash it again or until it looked clean . Also I had tried cleaning a few of those Mason Jar lids. The kinds they made back then were not easily cleaned and when I looked at those dirty jar lids it sort of made me ache because I knew how much work it took to clean them. However Maam just put all the lids in a pan and dumped the tomato peels with the water they were in over them and let them set a while I'm thinking it was over night. When she removed them from the tomato juicy water and rinsed them
they looked as good as new. Suffice it to say I was very impressed and "Maam" became even more my hero that she already was. I'm thinking the reason the acid from the tomatoes was activated is that the tomatoes were always dunked in hot water before being rinsed in cold water and it was the hot water that got dumped on the dirty lids.

RECYCLING

2010-03-26T17:57:00.000-07:00

This is weird. I love to recycle, because it makes me feel so near to God. Isn't that something? Recyling always makes me think of my Mother and my Grandmother. Nothing ever went to waste around our place. When the meal was finished all the bowls were empty. I can remember Grandma's dishwater even went in to the slop bucket for the pigs to eat. When my mother did the wash on the board out under the trees. even the wash water and the rinse water was dumped around the trees my mother had recently planted. I suppose by the time it went thru the dirt and got to the roots of the trees it was made pure by the process. When I think of the things I could say on this subject, I know in my heart it worth another blog another day another item.

2010-03-12T11:42:00.001-08:00

MATTHEW 24

2010-03-09T18:18:00.001-08:00

Matthew 24
There's an old song I love to hear. I believe the time is coming for the Lord to come again. I believe the end is nearing every door I believe the good ole Bible from beginning to the end . Just compare today with
Matt 24. It speaks of earthquakes in divers places, and wars and rumors of wars. I can remember the time when preachers would preach about this and it would make you "shake in your boots." So to speak. Don't hear much about that anymore. But one certainly hears
a lot about earthquakes. That does not necessarily mean that Jesus is coming tomorrow in the sky to gather his people away. But it's a fact we have no promise of tomorrow and whom ever God chooses will certainly take leave of this life when God says it's enough for that individual. I want to remember to
be ready for that great day.

Problems Problems

2010-03-01T11:55:00.000-08:00

Seems problems is all I ever get. More plumbing problems. My Bro. is here and I love to hear him play the guitar. Maybe I can get some of his bodacious playing on here. He checked the pumbing out for me today but didn't find the problem. Next day the real for goodness sakes plumber came by and he immediately said to me "Here's your problem" I'm glad for that now maybe we can get it fixed. He's working on it as I type this little message.

Promises, Promises That's All I Ever Get

2010-02-27T10:12:00.000-08:00

I promised to write more of Bits of Wit" So far I have not done that. Makes me think of an old song
"Promises, Promises That's All I ever get." By this time
some of you have probably figured out that I love Music and singing. Comes to mind another song. "What is life without love.what is love without you, why dream if they never come true. That's about all I know of that one. Oh yeah---Bits of Wit--"Buying What you don't need is an easy road to needing what you cannot buy."
Now I remember some more of that song. "Why try to go on when you only hope is gone oh darlin what is life without love." Love is the greatest thing there is.
I need to say more about that later.

Bits of Wit from my Thirfty Mother

2010-02-25T06:33:00.000-08:00

When it comes to being thirfty I suppose my Mother would win first prize. One day I was explaining to her about a purchase I wished to make and I was telling her how beautiful it was. Her reply was "Yes, but ask yourself this question, when this gets dirty and I have to wash it, what will it look like then? " I suppose the answer was that if this could be restored to look as good as it did before the washing then it would be a good buy. I must say that has deterred me from making a few purchases that I would have made otherwise. So when it comes to "Bits of Wit." She would be a winner also.

Important Post

2010-02-24T08:54:00.000-08:00

This is kind of Ironic: Since I had already started a
series of articles called "Bits of Wit" someone sent me this which I think makes lots of sense "Don't use your Cell Phone While Pumping gas."

Bits of Wit

2010-02-23T18:07:00.000-08:00

This one I'll call "Bits of Wit"

One time I got to know some dear friends who published a Magazine "The Apostolic Call."

Since I have failed to keep up with my bloggin lately, I have come across a few copies of the Apostolic Call and it's kind of like an old friend to me. So after asking my friend"s permission I would like to take the privelege to share with you some of their "Bits of Wit"
An optimist is a fisherman who takes along a camera.
To be continued:

Snow Bound With Bill Clinton

2010-02-17T17:58:00.000-08:00

My Caption Says snow bound with Bill Clinton, but not really.
I'm just amazed at how fast time seems whizzing by. Like I said before "Seems like we just had Christmas and then it was Christmas again already. I spent it with my new friends, who have been very nice to me. They loaned me a book from their big library. Fact is I had my pick of several books, but I choose the one called "My Life by Bill Clinton."

I have learned that anybody with determination and a will to work can be President of the United States. This man has gained my respect, since it seems that his grandparents played a very significant role in his life and I feel like my Grandma Reeves had a very good influence on my life.

He has something good to say about every one that he mentions as being a part of his life. Since I am such a slow reader, and It's taking me so long to get through it, that's why I gave this little article that name. It makes me think of when I read "Gone With The Wind. It took me while to get through that one too. I'm so thankful that I can read. There are some people who have a thing called dislexa and can never seem to learn to read. I thank God over and over again for good books and the ability to read them.

Snow Bound

2010-02-14T12:23:00.000-08:00

Being snow bound makes me think of a Miracle that happened in my life at one time. My husband and I had moved to the country home of my late Mother and Father. The place where we attended church was about

15 miles away. I had gone to church regularly since I was ten years old so missing church to me was not an option. One week end it started snowing and that's not so bad in the country unless of course the wind blows, then there are snow drifts. Upon seeing all this take place I started saying a prayer "Please Lord don't let us get snowed in ." It continued to snow and the wind kept blowing. The wind blew the snow off the drive way behind our car all the way back to the road and piled it up beside the drive way.

"Tra-La" When it came time to go we had a clear shot at the road.

I havn't been out in the car for over a week now because there is at least two foot of snow behand my car. Fortunately I have children and friends who have gone shopping for me so that has not been a problem.

God always makes a way. Sometimes it's where there seeemeth to be no way.

Time is Swiftely Passing By

2009-10-20T17:55:00.000-07:00

Time is swiftly Passing By.

It is hard for me to believe it is October 20th 2009 no less. Seems to me we just had Christmas and now it's time to start thinking about Christmas again. I was at the Bank the other day and there in front of me was a sign that said it is time for the New Holiday Club. Mind you it has not been long since they called it the Christmas club. Now it's called Holiday. How long will it be before they will tell us we cannot celebrate Christmas we just celebrate the Holiday. Well excuse me. there was a time when July the 4th was a holiday also Decoration Day or Memorial Day. People took time off to celebrate. There was Veteran's day also a time for a break in the schedule. Not so much anymore. About the break I mean. Now they are trying to do away with the man and the woman being the individuals who make up a marriage. Now they are saying a man can marry a man a woman can marry a woman. Excuse me. Are they smarter than God. One of the most wonderful things that God ever created was the marriage. A child is born, He grows to manhood,
he falls in love. Same way with the woman they are born a baby then a child grows to be a woman she falls in love. She gets married. And they are suppose to be happy ever after. What's wrong with that idea? Are they trying to destroy the Human Race?
Have they forgotten that was just one of the reasons that God gave the land to his people because the population had grown so wicked that God just simply wiped then out. When the question comes up, Why would God destroy a people, if you will dig a little deeper, you will find it was because of their wickedness. They became so wicked they didn't even deserve to live. God is still God. How long will he put up with this foolishness before he says, "enough is enough already."

More About My Daddy

2009-09-05T20:02:00.000-07:00

I havn't written anything for a while and at my age I suspect I'd better try keeping up with this stuff if I want to retain it.
Recently a friend of mind was asking for a picture of me to write an article. Actually it was more about
my Dad and Mom. I was hoping it would be more of a tribute to my mother and father for all their sacrifice and unselfish labor in helping the church and other people. It seemed that mother could never do enough about helping other people . She was always a very sharing person.
Actually they were not mother and Daddy to us but instead we called the "Mom and Pop."
Now days I very often have to hire a handy man and I noticed they come to work about ten O'clock in the morning then in less than two hours they have already taken a break, went to get coffee or something.
Then they take off for dinner they they work awhile then another break. then they want to get off from work sometimes by four O'clock.
While thinking on these things it come to mind that
Pop would get up every morning at five A.M. because
the milkman came to pick up the milk at seven A.M.
Then he would come to the house for breakfast , then he would walk about a mile to the neighbor's house to
work all day in the fields, returning after five in the evening. This was a year round thing not just a few
days at a time. A vacation? I used to thing that only rich people take vacations.

Born Again Redneck: "THEM!"

2009-07-26T07:24:00.000-07:00

Born Again Redneck: "THEM!"
Just goofin off found your explanations on a camel How do you think of all this stuff. Wish I could do that. Here you have a camel which is some parts of the world is just another animal one of many just like it and you write a whole artical explaining about the camel . Like in my part of the world I would have to go in to detail writing about a cow or a cat or a dog maybe. So I wish to invite you to go to my blog it is http://www.pentecostalsongs.com/
I would be interested to see what could you or maybe would is a better word say about that. Rose 59

You Need a Song in Your Heart At Night

2009-07-02T06:20:00.001-07:00

Birthday Bash

2009-05-17T12:16:00.000-07:00

WE always have fun when I get together with Mark and Jae. I love music especially Country Gospel. I think it is the same thing that some people call southern Gospel. Mark loves singing and playing the guitar. We did some of that at my birthday bash.
I wouldn 't want to be in a family that did not love Music. I have four brothers. Three of them are very good at playing Banjo, Guitar and Violin. The oldest
JR. also plays the Mandolin very adeptly.
When I was a still a teenager there was a Gentleman who ask me to sing at his farmer's meeting that gathered on a regular basis. He played the guitar Chet Atkins style , being young and ignorant I said no.
There have been many times since that I have wished a thousand times that I had taken him up on the offer. That opportunity never came my way again. Although my husband and I sang in many revival meetings since then I feel it was not the same thing.

Assignment for Rose

2009-03-01T15:27:00.000-08:00

Thanks Jae for putting the picture of Mom and Pop on there for me. Who couldn't write a blog Huh? with a helper like that. That's Pop in his overalls. Nice picture taken by my cousin Libby Curtis when she came to visit from Kentucky. That would be my uncle Joe's daughter. As far as the picture on the hill top is concerned that is my cousin Leroy with our Grandpa Elijah Reeves. There is a picture with my story about The Little Errand Girl part 2 that has a picture of Mom and all my uncles. Uncle John was Leroy's father and my Uncle. That road crosses Blue River which I also wrote about. Back then it was just a country road now it is known as Road 300 in Henry County. When I get practiced up here I might edit that and put this information right on there who knows?? There was several nights that I stood by the window looking for a car to cross the bridge bringing my mother home from New Castle, when us little ones stayed home while the older folks went shopping for groceries on Sarurday night .
Actually I think some of the Women did the shopping while the guys went to the pool room and/or the picture show. But somebody has to do the driving and I'm thinking in those days the guys did the driving of the cars.
We didn't even have to have a Driver's License in 1929 or 1930. Does anyone know if that is true. I know Uncle Joe drove the whippet and he was maybe 16.

An assignment for Rose

2009-03-01T09:45:00.001-08:00

Rose, who is in this picture? Signed, Your inquisitive Daughter-in-Law.

Divining A Disappearing Art.

2009-02-27T17:58:00.000-08:00

This incident took place at the same location we lived when I wrote
The Little Errand Girl.
Mother used to have me stand on a kitchen chair and wash the dishes.
I was seven and we lived at an old Farm House where we had to carry water from a spring that was across the pasture field to east of us.
On this particular day I was struggling to get every dish clean because I longed to hear Momma say I had done a good job. So I plunged my right hand down in to the sugar bowl--' gotta get them corners cleaned out'-- or
she will make me do it all over again so I thought. Then suddenly there was blood running down the side of my hand , that sugar bowl was broken. I didn't want to tell Momma, she would just say how dumb I was
and "Can't you ever do anything right?" She came by in time to see what I had done. To my surprise she didn't scold, but she was very nice and understanding , in fact what she said was "Oh that's all my fault I should have thrown that old thing away . You don't have to finish the dishes just go on out and play. "

So while nursing my hand I went on outside to sit in one of my favorite places. It was in a little niche on the rockie hillside beyond the yard, looking eastward towards the cornfield in the valley.

Had I not hurt my hand at that time I would not have been there when my Daddy came by with a divining stick and I knew he was looking for water under the ground. As I continued my vigil of the scenery that I loved so well, I heard the sound of a shovel on the rocky terrain, "chink,chonk,clang." sort of . That 's the only way I know how to explain it. He had found the water vein with his little forked tree limb, and he was going to dig for water. He was very good at what he did. Hard work was never a stranger to my daddy . I believe the ground was looser on that rocky hillside than it was other places (and in no time at all it seemed to me) I heard the sound of water. He had already taken the bottom out of a barrell which he placed in the opening to hold the water which sprang up. Now we had a spring much closer to the house and we wouldn't have to cross the meadow everytime we needed water.

It's a strange thing that I never remember getting water personally from that spring. Maybe it was so close to the house that Mother didn't need me to fetch the water anymore. Also we may have moved away soon after that .

Please be patient with me while I tell you of a song this brings to mind. "Spring up ole well, within my soul,
"Spring up ole well and make me whole.
"Spring up ole well and give to Me
"Eternal Life abundantly."

Mother Took Care Of The Mattress Problem

2008-12-20T11:46:00.000-08:00

I can see now how Mother made the difference in our lives, from what it might have been. She always seen to it that we had a garden,and I couldn't understand why did she always planted so many beans. I can understand now that beans are better than snowballs as she used to say.

I can remember the time when we had one towel and one washrag. Mother would wash one of us, then wash the wash rag and then wash another of us.

But we never owned a mattress that I knew about until I was ten. Mother and Daddy slept on a straw tick, as did my brothers and I. That's kind of like a bed size
pillow filled with straw and the material was heavier than what Grandma and my Mother made dresses out of and that material was called ticking. Mom and Pop had a feather bed on top of the strawtick . There was a couple of times when we had company and I had to sleep on a pallet on the floor and it was very uncomfortable. Like Pop said we didn't have enough padding to keep the floor from hurting our bones. (Not fat enough ) Some of us had a bed wetting problem and that meant that when the straw tick got wet, mother would pull out the wet straw and throw it away. I watched and became very concerned that we might not have a straw tick left. I sure did not want to sleep on the floor again. To my surprise when the straw tick began to get too depleted, mother just simply got another bale of straw and filled the straw tick up again. I was so glad she did that.
It was long about this time that we got a new neighbor and she had too much stuff, so she sold us a mattress, a Victrola (wind up record player) and something else (I forogt what) for $3.00. This was a lot of money back then as wages were like $5.00 a week. That of course was the first time I remember our family owning a mattress.

Where The Soul Never Dies.

2008-12-13T20:43:00.000-08:00

I was wondering if there was some way I could put a song on this blog.
If I can do that this would be a song by my Son and My Brother.
by going to. http://subtleoakflavor.blogspot.com/ I think that will work. People often ask "Is there songs?" when I tell them about my web sight.

Complicated Mess

2008-11-16T16:39:00.000-08:00

What's happening in the world today. I'm trying to get in to my email and they keep saying sign in with a different account. Don't they know I'm lucky to be able to remember one account with one pass word. I have already tried different account names and different passwords I just end up forgetting the whole thing. Then it becomes a jumbled up mess to me. Give me a break is what I'm saying They make all kinds of options, for example if you can't read the computer will read it for you. There are hearing aids and seeing aids. How about memory aids?? and then they say copy these letters exactly and the letters look like a crippled kangaroo. Are they having a contest to see how difficult they can make it ot use the computer??

The Lindberg Kidnapping

2008-11-14T12:13:00.000-08:00

After a while I begun to feel like I have already told all there is to tell in this blog which my newest daughter-in-law named "Pentecostal Songs." Had it not been for her I never would have been able to blog. Well maybe I might have figured it out but it was so much easier with some one to help get me started. I am so glad that there is always a song in my heart. Were it not for that Life could get discouraging at times. Songs are what keeps me going . Well that and a good book to read sometimes.
While visiting recently my son ask why didn't I tell about the Lindberg kidnapping. It goes like this when I was a child it seems the news came over the radio and in the Newspaper that there was a little baby that was taken from it's home. A kidnapping , they called it. I remember sometimes when the weather was extremely hot that Mother would even allow us to sleep outdoors, on a pallet . under the trees because it would be so warm in the house that one could hardly breath. We did not have such a thing as a fan.
So a couple of times mother said we could sleep out in the yard on the grass, under a tree . Late at night over to west of us one could hear dogs howling (maybe someone took there hounds coon hunting like my father did sometimes) and a train pass by. There was a couple of patures west of
us and then a woods and then the railroad track. It would sound so lonesome at night to lie there and hear dogs howling and a train pass by. But after the news came about the Lindberg Baby kidnapping I was very afraid . I was scared that someone might come and take me away. I wanted to sleep in the house after that where I felt safer. I was ashamed of being so scared so I didn't tell anyone. No one in our family was afraid of anything so I thought. Shame on me for being scared. I guess I got tired of carrying that load alone so after about three days I told mama. I was "so scared" I said. She very promptly informed me that there was no need to be afraid. Then she said those people are rich and the reason their Baby got kidnapped some one was trying to extort money from them. I was so glad at that time they we were just poor people "Momma said so." I never did like to hear her say we were poor because I never felt like I was poor but this time it was such a relief to know I didn't have to worry about being kidnapped. I decided I had spent two or three days of worrying that was totally unneccesary, and I didn't have to worry anymore that.

God Will Take Care of You

2008-07-27T18:07:00.000-07:00

I suppose it's alright to say I have been blessed with the thought that "God Will Take Care Of You"
The song goes like this:
Be not dismayed what eer betide God will take care of you.
Under his sheltering wings abide God will take care of you.
God will take care of you thru everyday oer all the way.
God will take care of you uu God will take care of you.

When I was a child and after we started going to church about five miles away and since we had no transportation some one had to tote us in their car back and forth to church.

That's why I was riding in the back seat of Bro Floyd's car one Sunday after Sunday School and I listened intently as he talked to his friend. The conversation went like this. "Brother I'll tell you how it's done, you pray a while and then when you think you have prayed a long time just pray some more. Children do listen and I purposed in my heart to try that. So after dinner I went to my room ( I was fortunate enough to have my own bedroom at that time but I did not always have a private bedroom.) I got down beside my bed and I did what he said. I prayed a while and then I prayed some more. So when we went to church in the evening I received overwhelming blessings, so much that I could hardly contain them. I would get happen and I would laugh and laugh and laugh.some more. I was very shy however and I think maybe I had heard it so many times (Children are to be seen and not heard) or "set down and shut up" that I thought I was suppose to be quiet which was almost impossible. So I would hide down under the seats.

I have thought many times since then that I wish he had also added be sure to read your Bible everyday. I should have figured that out for myself but for some reason I never did, so I just read my Bible when I needed to study a Sunday School Lesson or something like that.

After all these years I decided to make an effort to read some everyday. Guess what? After all these years it's hard to remember "What did I just read?"

When I was in the third grade we started having spelling lessons and my way of studying was to write the words down. In the third grade we had a fifty-word test at the end of the year and I got them all right but my teacher would not give me credit for it because I had erased, and rewritten, one of the words so many times that Mrs Shaw thought I had changed it after the grading. That hurt. Next year I was in the fourth-grade,same teacher. We had a one-hundred word final test. Raymond Holloway and I were the only ones to have a perfect score. For me that was a sweet victory, I felt vindicated for having gotten cheated out of my perfect score the year before that.

Since I found out writing in down helps me remember now I have started writing my Bible readings down.

Today I was reading and writting in the Book of Job. When I came to Job 5:8 thru 24 it was like a message just for me. I have read it over about five times and rejoicing all the way. It's kinda like my eldest said to me "Ma, you know that word is alive. I believe it.

Rosemary'sPentecostal Songs: The Church

2008-07-21T19:30:00.000-07:00

Rosemary's<br>Pentecostal Songs: The Church Memories of Blue River

The Church

2008-07-21T07:51:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of the old church near Grange City Kentucky. (I think it is now called Colfax) where my Great Grandma Queen America Hayden Reeves and her family attended church. The family lived across the road from the church. My mother said that her Grandma would often go in to the bedroom for a while and when she came out one day MOther ask her "Grandma what were you doing.?"
Grandma's answer was that she was talking to God. One day Mother being just a little girl at that time of course, went into the bedroom and searched all around even looking under the bed trying to find God, but she said of course that she didn't see anything.
Mother said her Grandma had a big turkey farm. I imagine they must have been quite busy come Thanksgiving and Christmas time.

Later probably in the 1960's The congregation decided to build a new church. These Plates were made and sold for $10.00 each in order to help build the new church.

Rejoice And Again I say Rejoice

2008-07-03T08:38:00.000-07:00

It was always a joyful occasion when we would take the scenic route while going to Sunday School. There was the trees according to what season it was depended of course upon the color and the brooks, I alway loved the water, and walking beside a little stream that ran thru the meadow when I was a kid. But when we got to the church I would always feel kind of a let down nothing exciting to look at there I thought. And so I prayed this little prayer,"Lord help me to rejoice in something wonderful as that after I get here. So I suppose in answer to my prayer I began to get these thoughts about the inanimate thing around me. There was the pews the pulpit, the piano and organ for a few of those things. It came to mind the process of how they got there and everyone that had been blessed by it.

For example the most of that stuff would have to come from the forrest, having been made of wood. So the log men wood be first on the list, then maybe the trucker who hauled the logs, then the workers at the sawmill. The factory where the funiture was made. In each process some family was blessed with an income, the little children had food and shelter and clothing. I think by this time you see what I'm saying , there seems not to be a stopping place of the many blessing envolved. So therefore I say Rejoice Phil 4:4 Psa 33:1 Eccl.11:9 John 16:22.

When you think of it that way I would say you can't help but be happy

A New Start Do you believe in Omens

2008-06-13T09:49:00.000-07:00

Hello there. I have made a start to upgrade my blog I have noticed how nice and organized some of them look. Like the side bar things that helps tremendously I think in knowing what's going on with my blog, and I hope other people can too. Have you ever heard the old sayin "Life Gets Teegous (tedious) Don't It? I want to list some acutual blogs on the side bar plus comment on some I have read. Do you believe in omens I hope some one answers me on this one. I have been trying to list somethings to sell on E-Bay but it seems like everytime I try to get on there something comes up like wrong name wrong pass-word. Or I mess something else up. Then I wonder is somebody trying to tell me something? I have some watches which I am really proud of that my dear husband left me, didn't need them where he was going, namely an Omega, a Lucerne and a Julesjurgensen and of course a few more. I plan to keep trying. I am not much of a p c expert but I find it fun and fascinating to keep trying. until next time you all be good.

Why I Decided My Boys Should Get Paid

2008-05-30T09:56:00.000-07:00

I have hestitated for a while on this one,I wanted to say it just right. But then I read this little saying. It went something like this. One who never made a mistake has never done anything so Here I go. After we moved away from my husband's job at the factory, he began to be a roofing contractor. That as you probably have guessed is very hard and dangerous work. My little boys, when they were not in school would sometimes go with him. At first I think they were just doing clean up of which there is a lot of it especially if you have a tear off and replace job. Then as they grew they began to help him up on the roof. Also the roofing always had to be carried up the ladder. They did some of that too. When I was a teenager I had agreed to mow our neighbors lawn for fifty cents and when I mowed the back lawn which was smaller I would charge seventy-five cents. ( I think I must have had what I will call a slave mentality) My brother took over the same job for which he charged three-dollars. I never forgot that and I didnot want my boys to have a slave mentality. Also I wanted them to feel like they were worth something and I wanted them to learn how to handle money and be responsible. So I talked to my husband about paying the boys and he said "Are you kidding me.? They live here, they eat here." However since I was the one who handled the money and wrote the contracts, they did get paid. Then when they wanted something besides food and shelter they would pay for it themselves. Now I have to say I think my strategy must have worked very well.

Don't Wait Until It's Too Late.

2008-05-17T14:25:00.000-07:00

Before we progress too far away from the Subject of Duck Creek, allow me to say, this cousin that showed me where I was born,and his wife were elated that we came to visit. We went riding in the country to find the place which was off the main road way back in a field. No one would ever know that house was back there unless of course you grew up in that part of the country. These people were elderly, since Floyd Ford was from the first family of James Preston White (My Grandpa) and My father was the eldest of the second family. Floyd and his siblings lost their mother by death of course and then Grandpa married a girl that was two years younger than his oldest daughter. I noticed in one of the pictures taken at the party that I look a lot like my grandma Cynthia Belle Purvis White Wible. She died just a little after I met my husband and he commented that he could tell that was my Grandma just by looking at her in the casket. My husband was rewarded for his trouble taking me there when he saw how glad they were just to be able to get out and take a ride. The wife "Pauline" said she hoped we could do this again. Well it was almost three years before we got back and I ask can we go vist them again. We did that and when we knocked on the door no one answered. So upon asking their neighbor we were told "Oh they died almost three years ago. The house was already sold and the occupants were out shopping at the time we were there. I was and am so thankful that I got there in time to find the little house beside Duck Creek.

Continuing "My Wonderful Family"

2008-05-13T07:25:00.000-07:00

There are so many things a Mother could say on this subject so maybe I better try to stick to "My Birthday Party" My youngest called me the day before and said "Mom I want to be sure to come to this party, this one is special, you know." And his gift implied that he really meant it. My beautiful daughter worked really hard preparing food and making sure we had enough tables and chairs. Also My oldest Son traveled about six hundred miles one way just to be with us. But the Party was at My Second Son's house, he had gotten married not too long ago and his wife has been a blessing to me since she is the one who got me started writing on the world wide web. I have enjoyed doing that and I would like to think I could have done it myself but so far I haven't done anything to prove that. I have seven Grandchildren and I thought they were great. but wait until you get them Great grand children they are so beautiful. All you gotta do is just give them a hug and they're happy. I tried to take some pictures but as usual I couldn't get my camera to work. Did you ever notice how everything has instructions, and if you don't understand them you're in trouble.

My Wonderful Family

2008-05-12T11:08:00.002-07:00

This is a Picture of me in Jae and Mark's beautiful home at my birthday party.
I was born May 10,1928 at a little place which Mother and Dad called Duck Creek, our little house sat beside the creek with just room enough for a front yard, sort of before you got to the creek. I know about this because I conjouled my husband in to taking me to visit a cousin Near there in our later years, and this cousin was a little older than my mother and they were neighbors at the time of my birth. So I never before that had the privelege to visit my own birthplace because we were all so busy doing other things.

So my dear children went all out to see that I had a memorable birthday this year. WE had lots of good food and Music because they know how I love music and singing. I'm told my favorite is called Bluegrass. They made a special effort to have some extra muscians and so we had a real good time doing my favorite things, Singing and Playing the guitar, Mandolin, Banjo and I especially love good old time hymns. To be continued this was really a wonderful time for me and I want to say more about it in another write up.

2008-05-12T11:08:00.001-07:00

The Tragedy

2008-04-19T07:54:00.000-07:00

What Did He know that we did not know?
What really happened at his apartment that night?

I had wanted for years to go back to the church Mother and I
had first joined when I was a kid. When I was twelve we moved from the beautful rolling country side to the flatlands. When you have been used to beautiful scenery all around-- the flatlands can be be very boring. After we got married I begged my husband to move us back over that way to no avail. He was driving about twenty miles to work anyway so my thinking was it wouldn't be that much difference in the equation.

In the meantime we got acquainted with some people whom we adored and come to find out they too were from my old home town. They invited us to go with them to visit their folks' church and there we were, I felt like I was right back home again . My husband got acquainted with "The Good Ole Boys " and he was hooked. I got reacquainted with my old friends plus some new ones. These were wonderful people, they treated us like "Royalty"

One Sunday evening before the crowd had gathered there entered a young man with a scruffy beard. He cornered my husband and said.
"Bro Brown would you pray with me.? I must get right with God tonight, this is my last chance." He was desparate. After they prayed a while my husband arose and made an announcement explaining that this young man needed an answer from God now, so everyone gather around him and began to pray. I felt so honored that he had that much confidence in our prayers. We did not have a traditional church service that night every one just continued in prayer for the young man. After a couple of hours He began to rejoice and he felt like he had prayed through to the victory. Then church was dismissed but that young man did not want to go to his apartment but he begged to go home with his parents, which I discovered was the assistant pastor there. They said no it would be best if he went on to his own place. My heart bled for that young man I couldn't understand why he couldn't go home with his parents and I wanted to tell him he could go with us, but I had no right to do that one reason being this was the first time I ever even heard of him. So we all went home.

The next time we went to church, this was the report. The young man went home that night and went to bed. In the very early morning his mattress caught fire and he was severely burned and taken to the hospital. Later his parents told us he was transferred to a burn treatment center where after a few days he died of his injuries.

That's why I say "What did he know that we didn't.?" "What really happened at his apartment that fateful night.?"

Just When I Need Him Most

2008-04-05T11:18:00.000-07:00

This is Saturday afternoon and I do believe spring has actually sprung in Indiana. I'm kinda jealous of those who live like in the south where everything gets so fresh and green earlier. I haven't blogged for awhile. There are so many things one can write. I had meant to write more about all the wonderful things that God has done for me, like just on time. And that brings to mind the old song "Just When I need Him Most" Jesus is near to comfort and cheer just when I need him most. Today though going thru my mind is this one. An old timer too. "One is walking with me over life's uneven way. Constantly supporting me each moment of the day. How can I be lonely when such fellowship is mine? In my blessed Lord Devine. How can I be lonely when I've Jesus only to be my companion and unfailing guide, How can I be weary and my sad heart dreary when He's walking by my side. One time we had a occasion to go to Ohio for a Revival and since my shoes were completely dilapidated and I needed a new pair the preacher there had told his wife to go to town and buy me some new shoes. They made good money because he was a truck driver also, They wanted to buy an expensive pair, but when we entered the store right in up front was a counter with a pair of shoes on special and they just fit me. She said "No you don't want those, let's go back here and look some more." We did that but the more expensive ones did not fit anyway. I believe they bought my husband a new pair of shoes too because they said "beautiful are the feet of him that spreads the Gospel." Something like that I know it's in there. I just can't find it right now. Then there was the time My beautiful Daughter got married I knew it was my duty to make sure she had a nice dress. We went up town entered the store and right inside the front door was one of the most beauitful dresses, with matching veil, I had ever seen . Have you ever heard the phrase "Oh ye of little faith.?"So we continued to look. That clerk tried to steer us away from that dress to those in the back. The ones back there were too big anyway and the veil would have been extra. Of course we bought the first one we came to, it was just like God had it there waiting for us.

Easter 2008

2008-03-28T09:21:00.000-07:00

I had a really great Easter this year. Jeff came all the way from Mississippi to visit his grand children and to go to Sunday School with me just as he did last year. Then Jae called and said we're all going to come over and go to Sunday School with you this Sunday. All Meaning my brother and his wife and a friend and his wife. Then she volunteered to cook for all of us and we had a really great time at Jae and Mark's house as we usually do. We must have gone crazy with the music. I am so proud of my family as they all play some type of musical instrument of the string family and we have had many good times.
My boys have surpassed me very much since I sat them down and showed them a few chords on the guitar.
And I always love to hear my brothers play music. Seems to me like we should have a group called "Rosemary's Family."
You can't get depressed as long as you have music don't you think that is true?
My brother got his hand severed while working in the factory and of course the docs sewed it right back on. I am so glad he overcame the temptation to give up playing and learn to play the banjo all over again even against the pain.
After we got rich enough to buy a tape player I would tape the family when they played and sang and then I would play it back every day all the next week.

Easter Jam

2008-03-27T19:51:00.000-07:00

The Stream

2008-03-08T07:47:00.000-08:00

This is so much like the size of stream that was around when I was a child. They were big enough to be beautiful yet small enough for a kid to jump across. One day we had occasion to go back to some of the old home places where we had moved in a circle in earlier years. I was looking forward to seeing the brook
where I was Boots (as in the comics "Boots and Her Buddies"). But when we got there it was gone. There was back then a little Island in the middle where I would sail in my yacht with my father and mother and friends. (of course this was all make-be-lieve)
I was so disappointed that it was all gone. That's what they call progress I guess. Man makes the water go where he wants it to go. But I'm here to tell you it is not as beautiful as God's way.

There was a little stream or brook between us and Grandma's house that I would walk beside or jump across (if need be) that I will never forget I think.
I found this picture on the www, Thought I would share it with you.

Like our Milk Cans

2008-03-07T12:43:00.000-08:00

This Picture (of two milk cans)is exactly like the ones we stored the milk in for the milkman to pick up early every morning. For the picture showing the big container on the top that would be a strainer(it had a gauze pad fastened in the bottom) and we poured the milk thru the strainer to clean it of any unwanted dirt or debris. I never thought of this until just recently, "The fact that the milk was picked up in the morning." The milking was done late in the evening and early in the morning. That way It sat in the cool of the night,(No refrigeration in those days). If for some reason it had to sit in the hot sun my parents would sit it in a tub of water to help keep it cool. They have on occasion put it in the horse tank which is filled with water flowing from the spring which is located a little higher upon the hill.

More Early Morning Thoughts

2008-03-04T18:57:00.000-08:00

Since writing the other "Early Morning Thoughts" I need to redeem myself. The very next morning after that, the first thing that came to mind was another song of course. "I was just a sinner,but I came,pardon to receive from my Lord. (forgot the next line.) Chorus: There's a new name written down in Glory and it's mine Oh yes it's mine. And the white robed angels sing the story a sinner has come home. There's a new name written down in Glory and it's mine Oh Yes it's mine. With my sins forgiven I am bound for heaven never more to roam. That's a good ole Nazarene song. So you see that proves I don't think about the worldly songs all the time, just on occasion. I'm sure everybody has a song, how could we live without music and singing? I think the Bible says that King David appointed singers to sing in the Temple or was that Solomon?
David lived in the time of the Tabernacle so maybe it was in the Tabernacle that he appointed singers. I know that David loved to sing and he wrote many songs. (Psalms)

The Culvert

2008-03-01T11:57:00.001-08:00

I have told the story in recent writings about playing games such as tag, Races, Wrestling, "Andy Over" , not the right name I think but that's what we called it. When we would play hide and seek we could hide in the chicken house, under our house, the barn, the gravel pit. One day I got the idea to hide in the culvert. If I remember right I got tired of waiting to be found and turned my self in. This is a picture of a Culvert I found on the internet. Our hill was not that high or the valley was not that deep. If you can imagine a hill half that high you might get an idea of our culvert.
June climbed out of the culvert one day on the clift side and dared me to do the same. It was really scary. It was difficult to keep from falling down the hill. He was a very competative guy.
Our house was across the road from the barnyard, the house being on the hill and the barn at the foot of the hill and right beside the road. That made it easy for the milkman to collect the milk cans each morning.

Early Morning Thoughts

2008-02-18T10:29:00.000-08:00

I definitely think that my mind is clearer in the morning, and I have often thought I need to record the thoughts that come to me then. Being me a song comes to mind, not always what you might think of some one my age and gender. So I wake up this morning rested and refreshed....Something in the waay she mooves attachs me like no other lover. that the words as best I remember. Sort of a waltz tune. Then I'm thinking it's time to put out the trash, and I arise don a coat and put the garbage can on the curb for the city workers to pick up. Another song comes to mind, sort of jumpy tick tock tune. "You keep me waitin til it's gettin agravatin you're a slow poke dear, Time means nothing to you I wait and then, Late again, I guess I'll have to learn to be a slow poke too."

There you go do you think I should continue writing my early morning clear minded thoughts or just continue like I been doing, just write later in the day??

Also before I got up I was remembering a couple of times when I was playing baseball until I actually got sick. I always loved that game it was my favorite when we were kids.

My older brother by eighteen months evidently learned about the game after he started to school because I don't remember anything about it before then. He had shown me how to stand, how to place my feet, hold the bat and swing. And he said sort of put your body weight against that bat when you swing.

One hot sunny day at our noon hour recess we were playing a little game called scrub. There is a batter and a pitcher and in order to get up to bat you have to catch the ball. Whom ever catches the ball is next batter. That hot sunny day I caught the ball and ran the bases so many times that I got what was called sun sick and I had to ly right down on the grass to rest. When I went inside to wash my face, it was as red as a beet and I had a white stripe all around my mouth. I was in the sixth grade at that time.

When we moved to my Dad's home town I was in the seventh grade and we had to play in the Gymnasium. One day it was also noon lunch break and we were playing scrub in the Gymnasium
and I caught most of the balls and I would bat until someone caught the ball then they would bat and I would catch the ball and I ran until it was a repeat of what had happened when I was in the sixth grade. Although this time I did not know that one of the teachers was watching. My face was red with the pale around my mouth just like before.

When we got to class we had a question and answer session concerning our health lesson and I was asked a question by another student and our teacher Mr. Brown said "Well I don't know about that but she sure knows how to play baseball." "Students you should watch that sometime."

Churning The Butter

2008-02-10T13:01:00.000-08:00

I have some beautiful great Grandchildren and so that means that in my time I have seen a lot of three year olds and it seems they keep getting better looking all the time. I remember from my own experience that the joy of living is learning something new.
There's this old song that someone wrote "When I've learned enough to really live I'll be old enouth to die, Old enough to die."
I love them old songs and especially the Hymns. A friend of mine once said they are born of experience. It has so much more meaning if you have lived it and you feel like you've been there.

I cannot imagine any three year old that I have seen lately feeling responsible for anything, but when Mother ask Me could I help her with the churning I remember feeling responsible to stick with it until the butter came. And for a three-year old that would seem like an eternity. Usually she would take over and adjust the temperature (maybe by adding a little cold water) before the miracle happened.

When we first moved to the Brick House (The Little Errand Girl) storie) Mother borrowed Grandma's churn for a while which was like the third glass churn you can see in the picture. One had to turn the crank which turned the paddles. Grandma had to have her churn back because they used a lot of butter at her house. Then we came into possession of the wooden dasher churn that sat on the floor. My brother and I would sometimes take turns pushing the dasher up and down. I believe this dasher churn belonged to our Landlord Glen Harry because when we moved away we did not take it with us.

After we moved again to a house on the other hill next to Grandma I was very sad when I thought we had no way to make butter. I had underestimated my Mother. She just took a half-gallon fruit jar, filled it about three-fourths full of cream, fastened a lid on it and gave it to us kids to shake until the butter was made.

The Cream Separator

2008-02-01T17:39:00.001-08:00

The milking must be done early in the morning, no lolling in bed, Breakfast was at 7 A.M. The boys would already have the milking done before breakfast. Then every day the cream had to be separated from the milk. I am showing a picture of the Cream Separator just like Grandma and Grandpa had in the big house on the Hill. You would pour the milk into the big container on the top, Then someone had to turn the crank and the milk would run thru some steel cup shaped disks in side the unit and the milk would come out one spout and the cream out the other. The cream would either be sold or made into butter and then what butter the family did not use could be sold. As far as I could tell that is where Grandma got her grocery money was from cream and eggs. The seperated milk was used for meals and if there was too much it would be fed to the hogs.

The Separator would be run by one of the boys, and sometimes they would let me turn the crank just to get the feel of it, But when it came to the cleaning of the Separator, that was Aunt Ella's job. Sometimes Grandma would say "El it's Ten O'Clock and you still don't have the separator washed." It had to be taken apart after each use and thoroughly cleaned and sterilize with "hot soap suds and water and rinsed thoroughly. The disks were hung on a special rack to dry. Sometimes the separated milk would be allowed to clabber and then it would be made in to "cottage cheese".

I Discover The Pit

2008-01-25T17:51:00.000-08:00

While I'm in that Mode of things different, I think I'll write this one. I mentioned it once before when I first started writing on the www. But I didnot explain it in detail. Grandma's backyard was a wonderful place to explore, especially when you're just a Tot, everything is a new Dicovery. It sort of slanted down hill, the back yard I mean. The grass and green growth under your bare feet always felt so soothing. Back there was the water Pump when you first came out the door of the woodshed, a little farther west was the wood pile with the big chopping block with the axe standing chopped into it. A little farthter down the grade was the frame where the big kettle hung, that was used to boil clothes when Grandma washed outside in the summer. That was the same Kettle that was full of hot water at Butchering time. Farther back to the west still was the Horse Shoe Pits Where the guys played horse shoes on Sunday, and along there was the clothes line. Over to the left of that was the pear trees and the chicken house. I must have been quite small at the time, one day when while walking out thru there, I came across a pit. For some reason I had no idea it was there before and I was quite taken back. It had a sorta flat platform in the bottom and a kind of frame, it was not just ahole in the ground, it was a special made thing with runners, or slats across the top wide enough apart so an automobile could sit up there. No one told me I knew that was what my Uncles used when they wanted to get under a car to work on it. These days they have a special lift to raise the car for working under it of course.

Grandpa's Antique Clock

2008-01-22T17:48:00.000-08:00

This is a picture that maybe exactly like My Grandpa Reeves Eight Day Clock My writings would be of interest to my Children and Grandchildren primarily I think. For that reason I am trying to remember changes in life styles and such that would be different from what they are now. How we keep up with "What time is it?" would be quite different I think. My Grandfather had this clock that he called an Eight Day Clock. The clock always sat on a shelf high on the wall just above where Grandpa sat in his rocking chair. Once every eight days Gramps would climb up on a chair, open the glass door, pick up the clock key that stayed inside the door and wind the clock. If purchance he forgot to wind the clock then there was the Village Whistle that blew everyday at twelve noon in case the country folk in that area needed to set their clocks. Also that whisle blew at 6 A.M. and 6 P.M. When my Uncles were working in the corn field or around the farm they knew when to come home for dinner. Lots of people depended upon the the village whistle to set their clocks.
The village was a little settlement to the south of us before you got to the bigger town of New Castle.
Grandma's house was more like the modern day "Bed and Breakfast" So people who came to stay there sometimes brought their own little wind up alarm clock especially if they had found a job nearby and they needed to wake up to get to work in time. The difference I think was at "Bed and Breakfast" place you have to pay. If anyone ever paid to stay at Grandma's I never knew about it. Most of them were kin or kin of kin and it was shameful to even think of charging Kin in those days.

The Entreprenuer Continued

2008-01-09T13:48:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of a 1960 Nash Rambler. At the time I'm writing about we were not into pictures much but one can find a lot of pictures on the Internet these days.
I was a little amazed, flabbergasted, or something like that When Mark said "Mom I can buy a car for $35.00." Now my thinking was what good is a car like that? But he said the fellow just wanted to get it out of his yard. Then he insisted that even tho it did not run "I know how to fix it" he said. I don't remember if he was asking me for the money or he already had it. What I did know is that he and his father had a disagreement and his father had said "I want you to leave and don't come back."

His brother had already graduated and flew the coop to Florida and was working there. Sure enough he left for an hour or two and came back home driving an old car, which I'm told was a Nash Rambler. Now he says "Mom don't you owe me $40.00 for working with Dad, and that I did, so I paid him the money and he took off for Florida. Well it seems that when he got there by taking the country roads, the police pulled him over and requested that he get that car off the road. I suppose bus fare would have cost more than thirty-five dollars. So I'm calling this little story "The Entreprenuer Continued."

Moving On

2008-01-03T12:49:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of the family when the boys in front there were singing with me in a trio. I was so happy and surprised when while practicing a song one day Markie just opened up and started singing beautiful tenor. He made us sound really good I thought. So after I found out that he could do that I decided I have to sing alto (whether I want to or not.} My thinking was I cannot afford to waste this talent.

It was about a year later when I told both of them, "I'll give you two weeks to learn to play this guitar." They both replied, "But I can't do that." of course I knew better and I told them so. While strumming a song I said, "If you will listen you can hear the changes." To which Jeff's comment was "I don't hear anything." Two weeks later they were both playing the guitar.

So they both are older now of course and have a family of their own. They both have a special room just for a sort of a music retreat. In the Music Room there is a Karaoke set up, Guitars, Mandolins, Violins, Keyboards, and I don't know what all else I'm sure they will remind me.

The Entreprenuer

2008-01-01T17:00:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of Mark when he was a little younger than this story.
I had three boys and a husband and I wish I knew how to cut hair. To my way of thinking, if I could cut four heads of hair, that would mean about $24.00 that could be spent for other things. One day while looking at the catalog I noticed they had a "Barber kit" for sale. It said, use these tools attached to your clippers and get a perfect haircut everytime. So I orderd that on the chance that I would be allowed to cut hair for my family.

For some reason they didn't trust me.Only my six year old did I get to practice on. So I tried to make a deal with my second son, as the first one had already "flew the coop," so to speak. I said "Mark if you will let me cut your hair, I will pay you two dollars." No Deal. Why wouldn't I want to do that, I needed the practice, I had bought the kit, and I had to give him money anyway?

Then one day I got a nice surprise when He came home sort of in the middle of the day and asked, "Mom is that deal still on?"
I said , "Yes of course." At last I thought he was seeing things my way. So I took my little gadgets,put them on the clippers and cut his hair, and I paid him two dollars. He was happy and I was happy.

He had a secret which was just too good to keep and so a little later he told me. His hair had gotten to be too long for school regulations and the principal had already ask him once to get it cut. The next time the principal ask why didn't you get a hair cut Mark said "I didn't have the money." So the Principal gave him enough money for a hair cut with instructions, "Don't come back until you get a haircut."

So that is why I named my Little Storie "The Entrepenuer."
To be continued.

Ticonderoga

2007-12-14T18:18:00.000-08:00

Sometimes one story makes you think of another. While living at the place where my last blogg took place we came into possession of a real cute little Dog. One day a little fuzzy criter came waddling thru the yard, and immediately we fell in love with him. He was black and white in just the right places to make him look good so we had no problem with taking him in. We lived in a very small town right on main street, where most of the traffic was. My husband asked the question "What are we going to name him?" For some reason the name Ticonderoga popped into my mind. ( I think that really is the name of some town.) Never-the- less it was agreed that's what his name would be.

One day he got out on the street and a car ran over his back side, smashing his hips down onto the road. I just knew, he was fatally wounded; But I couldn't leave him there to get smashed up more. So I went out on the street and wedged his hind leggs between my two fingers and lifted him over in to the yard.
When I did that I looked into his eyes and they were rolling in pain. When I was a kid growing up an animal that was hurt that badly was usually given a mercy killing. Now my husband
was out of state preaching a revival. He was the one I would rely on for that. So I put Ticonderoga in a box on a blanket and he stayed there for three days before he got up and started walking. After some thought about the situation, I think that when I picked the dog up by the hind legs that I set it's back in place. So he got all better and lived for a while after that until another accident took him out.

Different--Time,Place,request.Same God

2007-12-13T14:43:00.000-08:00

This was a different time a different place and a different request. But it was the same God that I was asking it of.

We had a church downstairs and we lived upstairs. We had several children that attended, but we just couldn't seem to get adults interested.

On this occasion my husband was down stairs doing some carpentry work and the children were with him, maybe because he had taken our little carry around radio with him and they were listening to it. I was upstairs, knelt down beside the bed and I was telling God all about it. How I wished that more people would make up their mind to come to church. I was thinking only he could change their minds and I think that is what I wanted him to do. But what I said was "Lord Shake this place, Move this town." Then the bed moved a little away from me and I was aghast that it had done that. So I thought Ray has sneaked in here and he's trying to pull a joke on me by moving the bed. So I looked under the bed but no one was there.

When Ray and the kids came back up stairs, after giving it some thought I asked were you listening to the radio about twenty minutes ago. They all said yes and that there was an earthquake hit in the Evansville area at that time. Like I said a different time, a different place, a different Prayer but the same God was the one I was asking of. To be continued.

Ask And Ye Shall Receive

2007-12-11T10:00:00.000-08:00

This was just another windy day, like when I felt so close to God because you know he did still the raging sea and so many more great things too numerous to count.

Mark and I were in the front yard. What we loved to do when the wind came up like this was to hold our arms out and kind of let the wind lift us and we would sort of run against it. We were having fun. My husband came to the front door and said, "Look at that crazy woman." "Get in this house before you get blown away." So we went inside.

It was evident that a storm was brewing. Ray's brother and his wife and eight children lived about four miles north of us
and Ray knew that his brother was deathly afraid of storms. So He said I'm going out to (their house). But his brother was such a proud person I was thinking that he would not want anyone to know how scared he was. So I said. "No, don't do that." But Ray's reply was I'm going too." And Jeff said "yes, he's going and I'm going with him." So I said "Well just go then." Which they did.

After they left in the car I went into the bedroom and knelt down by my bed. My simple prayer was "Lord turn them around and send thenm back home. Thank you Lord for hearing my Prayer." Now my thinking was Lord just change their mind. So I got up and went to the front door, opened it and looked out, and there they were parking in front of the house. I said "So. you got sent back." But Jeff was so excited he could hardly talk. He said "Mom you'll never guess what happened. We got out side of town and the wind picked the car up and turned it around in the air and set us down in the corn field." Then says Ray "I knew I had to get out of there before I sunk in the mud, so I pushed on the gas and got back on the road and here we are."

Like Jesus said "Ask and ye shall receive, knock and it shall be opened unto you, seek and ye shall find." If you're sayin God never did anything for me like that, maybe you didn't ask. To be continue.

Continuation of the Joy

2007-12-10T07:31:00.000-08:00

My Son Mark was only five at the time and he couldn't understand all that was happening. He just knew that it happened. He told me in later years that he thought aren't we suppose to be afraid? But he said "I looked up at you Mom" and you were smiling so then I decided, "No I guess not."

Mark and I were standing in the Kitchen door watching an approaching tornado coming across the field from the south/ west of us. Now ever since I got in church there has been some thing about the swirling clouds and the wind that makes me joyful because I feel like I know the master of the wind. And I suppose that because of that I have confidence in God that he will take care of me. Then when that tornado got to the edge of our back yard it just simply arose making a big hole in the top of the willow tree which stood there and went on over the top of our house and continued going east.

The Good Samaritan

2007-12-07T10:12:00.000-08:00

Thinking of cold winds and slick roads brings to mind a time when my first child Jeff was in High-School and had just gotten his first car. (This picture is Jeff at that age.) He was driving on State Rosd 28 one evening when he saw a lady in distress. She was sitting by the road with a flat tire. So Jeff stopped to see if he could be of some help. It was one of his teachers who had just previously had a diagnosis (I don't remember what) it was but being out in the cold wind was the last thing she needed. Jeff left his car running with the heater on and had the teacher to sit there while he changed the tire.

The next day at School the Teacher gave him a commendation over the intercom, telling everyone how he had helped her. This was just what he needed because at that time he was not staying home and he was making his own way in the world.

God's Protection

2007-12-05T15:02:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I thought to write a story about answered prayers that I have experience or God's protection in my life. Trouble is there is so many times that I was thinking where should I start. On the front page of today's Newspaper I see a picture of what looks like a pile of scrap metal. Under that picture it says The Sheriff's Department responded to a head-on accident at 11:30 A.M. today. It appears a Woman in an SUV spun out in front of a Red Gold Semi on St Road 28. The woman was taken to the local hospital and then airlifted to Indianapolis. After seeing that pile of metal I don't know how anyone could survive that.

One time I was Secretary /Bookkeeper to a wealthy Real Estate Agent in a small town in Indiana. When I got off from work in the evening it was snowing and the roads were getting slick. I had just started up a grade and there was a semi come facing me when my car started sliding sideways, so I put my foot on the brake, and that made the situation worse. So I gave up on the brakes and quit struggling with it. I prayed "Lord, if it's my time to go then here I am."
I thought about my two little boys and my husband at home, thinking I might never see them again. Miraculously when I took my foot off the brake the car staightened up and the semi went whizzing by me.

Who Sets in Pop's Seat?

2007-12-02T08:09:00.000-08:00

I really don't have an excuse not to blogg anymore as I have a brand new computer and a brand new set up which is much faster than the other one.

I been thinking about this one for a while. I don't know if anyone besides me or our family has ever been in this situation, but it is certainly different from now days.

When I was a kid we didn't have enough kitchen chairs to for all of us to sit at the table, so in a case like that of course the children stood up to eat. (That is if anyone had to stand.)

For the noon meal my father was always at the neighbor's house working, so that left "Pop's" chair empty or up for grabs you might say. My brother being quite competative would say I get Pop's chair and then I would say "no it's my turn" ( to sit in Pop's chair). then we would have a little fuss about that.
One time Mother got an idea, so she had Pop to build us a little bench to sit on while at the table. I really love that every body got to sit. But I think we still fussed over who got to sit in Pop's chair.

Now days I suppose one would just go sit on the couch in the living room in front of the T.V. so lack of chairs probably wouldn't even be noticed.

Kids will be kids and one day Ma got us some new pencils One was Red and one was blue June and I were both partial to Red. I thought I should have the red one I guess because I was a girl. June always wanted to be the winner so he said "I get the red one"
Of course with Ma June always got what he wanted and I didn't think it was fair. So I started objecting, When Ma said "Well blue is first prize." Then we both changed our mind and we both started squabbling over that one.

We used to have the Huckster man come by in a big truck twice a week to bring grocery's. It was like a grocery store on wheels. That was nice because then we didn't have to find a way to go to town, or should I say "Bum a ride." Fifty cents a week went for Pop's Beech Nut Chewin Tobacco. Us Kids were allowed a penny candy "Guess what." A "Guess What" was two candy kisses wrapped in oil paper with a little prize in each one. The prize was a little toy, one never knew until it was open what was inside. I wanted a ring, but it was always June who got the good stuff like that. One day after being disappointed again he just gave me the ring he had gotten He had a few of them by that time.

Cousin Nina

2007-11-30T11:02:00.000-08:00

This is a picture of Mom's cousin Nina. Nina was my idol when I was a little girl. She was not married. She seemed so foot loose and "Fancy Free". She wasn't above donning a pair of overalls or blue jeans and going hunting with the guys. Those guys of course would be my uncle's and /or her brothers. She loved horses, riding them, feeding them petting them. And she loved working out side. One cold winter day she took Ma and us kids on a sleight ride. My Aunt had said there was no way she was going nor would she let her children go, said it was much too cold. We went around a mile square and our toes and fingers were stinging with the cold by the time we got back, but it was still fun. This picture was one of my Dad's favorites and he had it enlarged to an eight by ten to put on our living room wall. Mother thought that was rather extravagant because at that time her main concern was feeding her children. If you will take a look at the house on memory hill, that's where I remember Nina from. That's where all the cousins came from Fleming county Kentucky to work at the factory in Tomato Canning Season. I have seen Nina ride the horse over that hill,also hitch up the plow for plowing the garden or haul up a load of wood on the sled. My mother also could do those kind of things if it became necessary. And after we moved to different houses she did just that. I have seen her on several occasions hook up the horses and start plowing the garden. But the garden was always in a different location because she said she wanted to plow the new ground. The reason being it was more fertile than used the year before.

Rosemary'sPentecostal Songs: After Thanksgiving

2007-11-24T06:40:00.000-08:00

After Thanksgiving

2007-11-22T17:17:00.000-08:00

Hello there everyone!!! Whomever that might be. It's late on Thanksgiving day 2007. I got what they call a heart cath acouple days ago and I'm feeling fine. Doc said I had three small blocks on one of my four lane high-ways there . Or actually by way of explanation he said "assume you have a for lane hi-way ." and one of them has threee blocks.
I have some wonderful children, they are looking after me , especially Jeff with a vengeance. That's because he has seen this kind of thing before and he realizes the hidden dangers. He came all the way back up here from Olive Branch to take me to the Hospital and to be with me for a few days. Also my daughter is helping me big time with some much needed house cleaning. I would recommend her if you need something like that done. She a very talented home interior kind of Gal. I think I have some of the best kids in the world. Don't get me started on my Grandchildren, especially the great ones. They are just kind of what makes live worth LIving. And I'm thankful this Thanksgiving for all the afore mentioned things and many more.

Happy Thanksgiving

2007-11-19T13:52:00.001-08:00

Happy Thanksgiving everyone:I thank God that I was born an American, right here in the good ole U.S.A.Where we have freedom of speech, we are free to persue what is called the American Dream. I am thankful that I have lived in the very best of times. I have seen the time when we were without electricity because we lived in the country and there were no lines stretched out that far yet. I learned how to fill the oil lamps and clean the globes and yet I lived long enought to see the time when everyone is blest with electrical everything you can think of. I have seen the time when Mother said " It's up to you to wash the dishes while the boys and I go to the woods to drag up some limbs for the fire. And then she would say with little chuckle , " but remember you'll have to heat some water to wash them with." Which meant of course going down the hill to the little "mesa " where the spring was and carrying a bucket of water up the hill and then get the fire to going in the cook stove to heat it the water with. And I'm thankful that now all I have to do is turn on the tap. I am thankful that I had the privelege to live in a time when we yelled"Yohoo" from one hilltop to another to send a message to our neighbor to now when I can sit at my desktop and have contact with anywhere in the world I wish to. And I thank God for those soldiers who fought for our freedom and some of them even died for it, and the ones that didn 't were still willing to do so, if became necessary. That's just a few of the things I am thankful for. What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

Resurrection

2007-11-15T13:34:00.000-08:00

Hello I am going to try this again. I have already done it twice but it must have been wrong because my intent is to put it on the same blog as I had before. Maybe they don't do it like that, If I fiddle with it long enough just maybe I'll find the answer. Before wasting anymore time I guess I'll see what happens with this. I know that sometimes you're just minus one extra click. Funny world that we live in isn't it. Just one little click can make a big difference or one little dot for that matter.

The family

2007-09-17T11:07:00.000-07:00

Ignore the incorrect time stamp. This was taken 9/15/2007!

Blue River

2007-09-02T13:05:00.000-07:00

What I would Like to do is rerun some of my originals. I don't know of any rules that says I cannot do that. .

This one was called Blue River.

It started something like this "Whump, Clatter, Clatter, Clatter bump. That's the best way I know how to describe the sound of an Automobile crossing Blue River Bridge . There maybe as many as five or six cars crossed that bridge a day. You see that was back when if one heard an Airplane in the sky everybody in the house hold ran out to look. Actually I guess you could say we did the same thing if we heard a car passing by.
That bridge was made of wide boards bigger than slats and that's why it made so much noise. Now and then when the boards got rotted they had to be replaced.

Uncle Ted and Uncle Joe would set their traps down by the river preferably in the thicket so no one would get their leg caught in it. Then when they did catch an animal I believe they said a muskrat. I was too little to know one animal from another at that time, the would bring the animal home and skin them and stretch the hide on a board to dry. Then when they had several of them they would cash them in for money a mile west of us over on State Road 3 at the furrier.

More later it's a holiday and my leg hurts from sitting so long but I love these old memories of my childhood. I guess you can tell they are my favorites. Maybe some day I'll get around to telling about my childrens childhood and how they sang with me in Revivals and their Daddy preached revivals . I was so proud of my boys , We had a trio the two boys and me , they nearly blew me away when we
practiced a song and I found out for the first time what a talented two little guys I had there.

Memory Hill

2007-08-29T18:29:00.000-07:00

This is the hill Where I watched Uncle Jim try to break the horse. On the left side of the hill is the barn and barn lot where that incident took place.

Middle right would be the big house where I have my first memory of being. One Sunday morning

Grandma was in possession of a small broom. Toys were scarce in those days and I looked at that broom as also cousin Dorothy was eyeing it. Oh my heart jumped inside of me . Did I even dare think that was for me? I wondered if Uncle Lacy had bought it because I knew that if he did it would be for me. Then Grandma said here Rose this is for you, Uncle Lacy got it for you. I was thrilled almost beyond compare and I started right away sweeping with it . Then of course Cousin Dorothy started crying she wanted to play with it. When I thought she kept it too long I started making a loud noise in protest. That's when Grandma took the broom and put it up so high on top of the cabinet that neither of us could reach it. My heart was broken because I just had a feeling I would never see that broom again and I was right, the next day we moved from Grandma's house to what we always referred to as the brick house, which I have written about several times in my Pentecostal Songs. And I never saw it again.

Family

2007-08-17T09:32:00.000-07:00

I thought it would be good to put this picture on
I did not know Jae was taking it but I'm so glad she did. That guy up there on the porch with the guitar is a real singer He is my nephew I could hear his beautiful bass voice while we were singing . I love good songs and singing . Especially the good old fashion Hymns . I'm always disappointed if we get together and there is no music and singing . There are lots of different kinds of songs and we're getting more all the time. But I get a special blessing out of those old time songs I learned as a child. I could hear a song about three times and then I knew it by heart which is not so easily done as the years go by.

All this reminds of a songs I heard one time the writer says
I believe in Music ,I believe in love
Love is Music and Music is Love
If you know what I mean
And the people who believe in Music
Are the happiest people that I've ever seen
I believe in Music I believe in Love.

Rose and friends

2007-07-31T19:45:00.001-07:00

What a handsome group - Jae

The lovely and talented Sharon

2007-07-31T19:42:00.003-07:00

And here is a photo of Rosie's beautiful daughter, Sharon. Now, Sharon, don't tell me you hate this picture. Just don't tell me that. It's great. -- Jae

Rosie and the guitar

2007-07-31T19:37:00.000-07:00

Even though Rosie posted the world's worst photo of me, just to show I harbor no hard feelings, I am going to post a great photo of Rosie and her son Markie (cutest fellow on earth) playing guitar recently. - Jae

More Beautiful People

2007-07-30T17:29:00.000-07:00

Jae and Mark and my nephew Tim. At the Reunion, Mark brought me a nice lounge chair.

I have some wonderful kids . they try hard to look .

After me. I never thought I would ever need lookin after, but it's kind of nice to know that somebody cares.

The Mini Reunion

2007-07-28T12:20:00.000-07:00

I was trying to show you my beautiful greatgrand

Children. Angel and Lillian and a cousin . Also

I was really impressed with beautiful scenery.

This was where we had the get together (A mini

Reunion ) They called it. Over to the right of this is where the little girls and I were going down to the River. (See Jae's Picture.) It made me think so much of Grandma's place when I was a kid, and I wrote so many stories about. I Guess I'll have to do this again and get a closer view.

The Hill Top

2007-07-12T11:52:00.000-07:00

I wrote about watching from the Hill Top as My Uncle attempted Break a horse into submission. This if it works for me is a picture of that Hill. To the left you can see the barn and to the right is the house where my Grandpa and Grandma lived. This is the Hill top where I tried to have a church service with my cousins (the Girls that is.) But my cousins the boys had a different idea and were determined to break it up. O K. it wouldn't work So if I click on the picture and I see the hand Does thatmean that the hand has to disappear before the browse thing s comes up or is my p c just screwed

Watching From The Hill Top

2007-06-20T19:02:00.000-07:00

On that same "Hill Top" that I wrote about previously, I could stand and look at the barn roof and look down into the barn yard.
It was the hill where I tried to have church just like I had seen in the big Methodist Church. I even picked the flowers and set them up on the rise in some old tin cans that my cousins and I found lying around. And then we were ready to start except the boys (It seems like boys are always mischieveous ) came running right through our church and turn over the flowers. Then we escaped to the outhouse and sang some songs in there.
But this was another time and Uncle Jim was attempting to ride a young horse that had never been tamed real good yet. This horse was the one they called "Punk" he was younger and more spirited than Mules "Liz and Beck"and the other team of horses. One of the regular work horses was named "Maude" and the other something that escapes me now. It was very excitng to watch "Old Punk" we called him was trying his best to throw Uncle Jim off his back and Uncle Jim was just as determined to stay on. So that poor horse was gettin whacked around the head with a riding whip until his eye was injured. My father was watching and he was very upset and he thought that was totally unnecessary as he told me so later. Uncle Jim was a young man then and "Punk" was a young horse. I guess you could say they were both very spirited. I have some very precious memories of that hill top. It was kind of contured right there where we put the flowers. But one could still go over to the south side and look down at the barn.

Hello I'm Back

2007-06-14T10:12:00.000-07:00

I have been enjoying "The Dust Will Wait" by Pamela. She is a really good writer. I'm so glad she put her Dad's stories on there. Also I found a good book. I'm a slow reader I like to concentrate on what I'm reading. It was by Irving Stone and the title was "Those Who Love" It sounds like a love story, but really it was more of a history of how our country was founded and some of the things the settlers had to go through to get our country started. It was a story of John Adams and his wife. At one time when it looked like our country would have to go to war. John adams called upon the people to fast and miraculously France changed their mind about picking on us. That makes me think maybe someone should suggest to our president that we all have a fasting and prayer session to seek for the answers to some of our modern day problems. God can do marvelous things thru fasting and prayer. In Matthew 17:14 thru 21 Jesus talks about having faith as a mustard seed nothing shall be impossible unto you.

Rose's graduation pic

2007-06-04T06:36:00.001-07:00

Gospel jam

2007-05-15T06:44:00.000-07:00

Rosemary's sons Jeff (on dobro), Mark on guitar, and her brother Wendell (on banjo). They were having fun jamming but they forgot the words. But isn't the chorus great???? Post by Rose's daughter-in-law. :-)

My Tall Hansome Bro With An Army Buddy

2007-04-02T18:15:00.000-07:00

This is My Brother Ike Jr. with Hayes White
While Mr Brother was in Alaska in World War Two He got acquainted with some pretty neat fellows. One was from West Virginia and his name was Hayes White. Whether relation to us or not I don't know. He and I exchanged a letter or two just before the end of their time in the Service. Just recently we did find some Cousins through the internet that we didn't even know existed. And we have joined them in a few reunions and Chili suppers. But they ended up living in Michigan near Detroit and working in a big factory up there for years. It sure is nice meeting people like that, that you didn't even know you had. It's a whole new to us set of people , many of them with the same names that we have here in Indiana.

Picture for My Stories

2007-03-27T10:51:00.000-07:00

I have written several stories about growing up in the 1930's in the country during the depression. These stories are found in Rosemary Brown's Pentecostal Songs. In the process of learning more about my computer I find it gets easier to do if you keep trying. These stories have a lot to say about my brothers and Especially the one We Call "Ike" Junior. Yesterday I found them again Ha! some pictures of Ike Junior. And I have even learned how to put them on my Hard drive? that's what you call right? O.K. so today I'm trying my luck at sharing some of them with you all. there will be a picture of "Ike" Jr with his buddy while they were both in Alaska, Guarding the coast in W.W. 1. That's where they had losts of time to play music and Bro learned to play the Mandolin. I think he met some "Good Ole Country Boys" who loved Country Music as much as he did. That's Jr sitting down on the machinery.

Rosemary'sPentecostal Songs: What a Great Time We had

2007-03-26T19:58:00.000-07:00

Rosemary's
Pentecostal Songs: What a Great Time We had

What a Great Time We had

2007-03-24T19:21:00.000-07:00

June was back home from the Army and he had brought a Mandolin with him, and what's better than that he could play it. I mean to tell you he could "make that thing talk", I was so happy I could hardly keep from hugging and kissing him, However just before he had left home he said "Rose I want you to promise me something." When I said "What's that?" He said " Well you know people grab and kiss and hug when greeting each other?" "Yes" I had said and then he said "Well that is so embarrassing Please promise me you won't make a big todo like that when I come home. That's one promise I wish I had not made. That was so nice knowing he'd had been in the Army and now he was back home safe and sound. This evening right after he got home we took notice of the time and it was six-O'clock. June had tuned up the Banjo and showed me some chords on it. (We also had a guitar at the time but the Banjo was better for what we wanted to do.) I was amazed at his ability to play the Mandolin. He started singing the songs he had learned while gone. "Get-a-Long Home, Home Cindy Get along home. Wish I was an apple hangin on a tree and everytime that Cindy passed she'd take a bite of me. And Many more songs did he sing while both of us played along. When we got around to takin a breather He looked at the clock and said "OH,My it's ten'o'clock, can you believe that?" It just didn't seem like anytime at all we were having so much fun.

A Letter from A U.S. Marine

2007-03-17T18:45:00.000-07:00

Picture is the Brown's 50th Anniversary Celebration
Today while trying to organize my papers I suddenly found a letter lying on the floor. This was one of my treasures that I Usually keep in a special file, and I couldn't figure why was it lying there on the floor right in front of me except for a reason. While I was reading the letter my daughter called and just needed someone to talk to. So I told her about the letter.

Sunday September 11,1966.

Letter head United States Marine Corp Camp LeJune North Carolina: Dear Reverend Brown, You don't know me and I have never had the honor to meet you, but I have heard about you. You may remember back in August 66, a phone call you got from my sister,who was calling from the Tipton Hospital. My sister called and wanted you to come out and pray for my mother and you did. I am writing to express my deepest appreciation for the wonderful kindness you showed for a total stranger and not even a memeber of your church. Someday I would like to meet you peersonally and thank you. One thing before I close, this world would be a better place with more people like you.

God Bless you

Paul Wyatt.

` Let me say here that I do remember the day we got that phone call from Paul Wyatt's sister. She called and told me that her mother was in the Tipton County Hospital (with cancer If my memory serves me right.) She also said that her mother had been in a coma for three days and the Doctors and Hospital staff had given up on her. But she said to me "I believe that if a One God Apostolic Preacher would come out here and pray for her In Jesus Name that she would come out of the coma and be alright. So I told my huband about what she had said and we both decided to go out there . With that kind of faith how could you miss.
Ray and I went to the hospital , Ray laid his hand on her head and prayed let this Lady rise up and be healed , in Jesus Name. The sick Lady who was still in a sleeping mode when we got there turned over , looked my husband in the eyes and started talking . Her daughter started shouting "I knew it, I knew it would happen If I could just get the preacher to come and pray in Jesus Name She would be healed." I do believe that it was that young lady's faith in God that healed that woman. Rosemary

Letter From a U.S. Marine

2007-03-17T18:31:00.000-07:00

Today while trying to organize my papers I suddenly found a letter lying on the floor. This was one of my treasures that I Usually keep in a special file, and I couldn't figure why was it lying there on the floor right in front of me except for a reason. While I was reading the letter my daughter called and just needed someone to talk to. So I told her about the letter.

Sunday September 11,1966.

Letter head United States Marine Corp Camp LeJune North Carolina: Dear Reverend Brown, You don't know me and I have never had the honor to meet you, but I have heard about you. You may remember back in August 66, a phone call you got from my sister,who was calling from the Tipton Hospital. My sister called and wanted you to come out and pray for my mother and you did. I am writing to express my deepest appreciation for the wonderful kindness you showed for a total stranger and not even a memeber of your church. Someday I would like to meet you personally and thank you. One thing before I close, this world would be a better place with more people like you.

God Bless you

Paul Wyatt.

` Let me say here that I do remember the day we got that phone call from Paul Wyatt's sister. She called and told me that her mother was in the Tipton County Hospital (with cancer If my memory serves me right.) She also said that her mother had been in a coma for three days and the Doctors and Hospital staff had given up on her. But she said to me "I believe that if a One God Apostolic Preacher would come out here and pray for her In Jesus Name that she wo

Singing and Songs

2007-03-15T18:18:00.001-07:00

I love music singing and songs. I hate doing dishes but it goes a lot better if I can sing. When my husband and I used to pick up children on Sunday morning on the way to Sunday School we would sing in harmony. It just came naturally. One little girl told me "I love going to church with you guys, you always sing."

My mother I know went to the Nazarene church in Greensboro with the Ford Family while she carried me that nine months, which of course I knew nothing about and after that we moved away back to Dunkirk, and so I never knew there was such a thing as church and or Sunday School until we lived near Mt Summit and Mr. Ben Rifner and his family got us started to the Methodist church there. Then we moved away from there. So after I found out about Sunday school I always wanted to go. Then since we lived in the country and no transportation I would organized my cousins and I the girls that is to have church like I had seen. The boys always tried to tear our church down or up which ever you prefer to say. We had found a nice slope on the hillside with a nice place to sit and we picked flowers and put them in old cans to decorate our "church." Of course the boys scattered our flowers, and that's when we fastened ourselves in the out house. WE did not know any songs at that time. So I told the girls lest sing "I'm goin back and I don't know why ,I'm going back to old K.Y. And we did at the top of our voices. I had heard a lot of talk from people saying I'm going back to old K. Y. (Kentucky)

As I grew older Pop would sing and Play an instrument in the evening after supper while Mom washed up the dishes some times he would have a fiddle (which he played at square dances occasionally) and other times he had a Banjo and when I got to be 12 He had Mom to ordered a guitar from Speigels
Catalog. Also there was a french harp that he played sometimes. He would play a verse and then sing a verse.

In those days we had no radio, or TV so music and singing made up a lot of our entertainment.

Who would have thought it

2007-03-11T18:58:00.000-07:00

Who would have thought all this struggling to get in here and it was here all the time. Jae and Mark came down on Saturday evening and Jae who is very adept at doing stuff like this zipped around a while and wa la she is very fast. And now maybe I can start writing again. In the meantime my son told me about www.riveroflifemuncie and I'd enjoyed checking that out. Also that marvelous person Pamela "the dust will wait" sent me a neat blog of a grandma writing for her children. thanks Pam. You're the greatest. It was something about the right click. These computers are amazing if you know what you're doing. If you don't know maybe I better not say what they are.

New post by Jae for Rose

2007-03-10T17:19:00.000-08:00

This post is being done 3/9/2007

Rosemary - Test

2007-02-21T10:03:00.001-08:00

Rose, this is a test, Jae

Doin what Comes Naturally

2007-01-06T17:34:00.000-08:00

This first incident happened while we lived east of Blue
River on the "Old Muncie Pike." It is now called State Road 103. I feel so strongly about stuff like this I guess that's why I think I should write about it.

It was the hot summer of 1936, The year mother planted a very late garden because the drought got to her first garden.
Also the summer that I was eight, my brother Raymond was born, and we had a White reunion at Uncle John and Aunt Cyndy Ford' house on the forth of July. Also the summer that I found out I had 54 first cousins, boy was I proud of that.

When Mother would do the family wash out under the trees it was kinda my job to do the rinsing and a lot of the hanging them on the clothes line to dry.

One day my brothers decided to go visit the neighbors and I decided to tag along with them. We went the second house down from us and Mrs Sear was doing the family wash on her rock-a bye washer and wash board just like Mom. There were several children around and they were cousins I think because she had said that her Brother lived next door. now there were a couple of girls in the Sear family bigger than me. I kept waiting for them to help their mother, but they never did. This was something I wasn't accustomed to, so I kind of hinted shouldn't they be helping you. Her reply to me was "They're children, They're not suppose to work. Somehow
I felt like I had been put in my place,but I was still glad that I could help Momma.

A few years after that when I got older I went to visit my Grandma Reeves (The one we called "Maam") My Grandpa had died and she had married a fellow by the name of Mr. Ol Ham and lived in Lebanon about four blocks from down town. I had two other cousins who were visiting at the same time, but I did not know that until I got there. They were two young ladies just a tad younger than myself and their main interest were young men so they were busy each day getting gussied up to go up town where one of them worked in a restaurant.

The green beans were just coming on real good and so Grandma although her hand and arm was lame from an injury that never did heal right was attempting to save them by canning. (I told about "Maam" being the Doctor and the Vet in a previous story.) I was glad I could be there to pick beans, break them and help her seal them after they came out of the Hot Water Cooker. That's what we call "Cold Packing."
I learned this from Mother I think a Mother has more impact on a child's life than any other.

Our Pretty Floors

2006-12-26T17:47:00.000-08:00

I always felt very fortunate when Dad would buy a new nine by twelve linoleum to go on our front room floor.

When we would move into a different house there would be a wood floor as usual with wide boards, that is compared to some hard wood floors I have see later in my life.

After we would live there a while and Dad would get enough money ahead I suppose to do so. There would be a beautiful flowered linoleum to go on the front room floor and I loved it. There was one stipulation though we were not to slide on the floor. This kind of floor was ideal for kids to have fun sliding on. But when pop got gone to work or wherever it was that he was going to at the time, June would say "Come on let's have some fun." and then we would run and slide on the new linoleum.

We got a new linoleum at the house where we lived in the "cold hard winter of 1935-36" as I wrote about in my website Pentecostal Songs. Then when we moved to the house East Of Blue River instead of the new linoleum being in the front room it was in what we called the parlor.

Then we moved back near the old home place near Grandma "Maam" that I wrote about and I thought sure that we would not get a new linoleum. Knowing how hard the times were and how hard my Dad had to work to make a living I just thought that would be out of the Question. Pop had already paid for the two that we had to move off and leave. But to my surprise we did get a new linoleum with pretty flowers. There was the same rules no sliding because Pop thought that would wear it out too soon.

That was kinda like when I started to school and Pop bought me a new pair of shoes. I was so happy I wanted to skip for joy. I could skip on that gravel road and it wouldn't hurt my feet. That's what I did I was skipping down the road like all was right with the world. My Dad called to me "Rose don't do that." He explained that those shoes were suppose to last as long as possible and skipping would cause more wear and tear. Things have sure changed since I was a kid. Don't you think so?.