Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Harvest Broom Making and Storytelling at the Company Store

 
 
" . . . .I love the activity harvest time brings to our old company store, where each year friends and family gather for a day filled with the folk traditions of broom making and storytelling. The sweet smell of field straw, dried grasses, and cornhusks fills the air, as we diligently work to make brooms and whisks from the mounds of natural materials harvested from the ditch banks and end rows. Turkey wing and hawk tail whisks, pot scrubbers and cake testers, clothes whisk and brush brooms fill our list. . ."
 The 2018 Fall Issue of Country Rustic is out. . .and can be found for the first time on news stands across the country. . .We are all so proud of it. . .I suppose you can tell who is in the photos. . .Yes. . .That's John. . .He was so enthusiastic about the article I wrote about making brooms that he volunteered for a photo shoot. . .Of course, it didn't take much arm twisting. . .He loves to dress in costume and interpret the folk crafts. . .And. . .I love writing about them. . .Not only do I tell about our broom making each fall, I can't resist a couple of good stories about yard sweeping and its connection to the Delta. . .

Unfortunately, I can't share the whole article with you, but you can order copies at: 

or you can pick up a copy at many news stands. . .


I'll also be sharing parts of my Summer article with you soon. . .It's a story of the old post office, dedicated to Mrs. Brownlee, who was Dell's postmaster for many years. . .

Our Mississippi County Delta is gaining national recognition because of these stories and features. . .In October, there will be a photo shoot at our Country Farm Home which will be featured in the 2019 Fall Issue. . .bringing even more interest to our little community. . .Hope you will enjoy the upcoming events along with us. . .





Sunday, February 25, 2018

Playing With Angels


Last week I lost my Boo to Addison's disease. . ..It broke my heart, even though he lived many, many more years with the disease than any other animal of the Pfizer Research program. . .We prepared ourselves for 'the call'. . .'just not today, Lord'. . .But the day did come. . .and typical of Boo, he did it his way. . .He simply went to sleep and decided not to return from the peace he must have found. . .

My constant feline friend and companion, Boo was velcro to me from the time I brought him home from the shelter. I knew he was special the first moment I saw him. I knew he was destined for great things. . .He wasn't here more than six weeks when he stopped a potential house fire by hounding John until John followed him to the fireplace where a burning log had rolled out on the floor. . .It was just one of the many so-called miracles that happened with Boo around. . .And. . .it wasn't long until we saw him play with something unseen--but very real to Boo. . I admit that the first time we observed Boo playing with 'the air' we were a little taken back. He was obviously focusing on something the human eye could not see. After a short time, he'd begin to run and jump into the air, talking to his visions at the same time. This could go on for a while and became our entertainment. . .'Go get em, Boo!' John would encourage. . .but Boo was oblivious to anything but the ones who were engaging him to play. . ..Finally, one day John and I looked at each other and agreed to a thought we both had had all along. . .'Looks like Boo is playing with Angels' . .There was no other explanation. . .


There was something special about Boo that touched many people's hearts--actually anyone who knew him. . .Everyone had an endearing story to tell. . .bringing smiles as they told it. . . He had a way of staying happy and giving kisses no matter how bad he felt. . .And, everyone knew about his kisses. . .BOO KISSES. . . It would be hard living without them.

As I thought about this the first night without him, I was standing in the bathroom and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the throw rug fluff up a little. . .on it's own. . .Did I?. . No. . .It couldn't be. . .Could it? . .I finally passed it off as my eyes being tired and swollen from the tears earlier. . .But, the next day, there was no denying it. . .Something 'strange was going on. . .

It was a normal, busy morning. . .I was doing office work and taxes at the kitchen table. . .while it rained tons outside the window. . .a dull, depressing day. . .Even with paperwork, I thought of my Boo. . .I have a habit of throwing discarded paper, junk mail, and opened envelops on the floor beside me. . .One of Boo's favorite pastimes was to find strips of paper and wadded balls to scatter all over the house. . .

 

I was smiling to myself as I walked into the bathroom, thinking about those wads of paper I'd find in the oddest places, deciding I should clear out Boo's food and bowls while I had the courage. . .The minute I walked into the room, I stopped in my tracks. . .There on the floor was that same throw rug but this time it was rippled up as only Boo could do it . .He would run and slide into the rug with his front legs under the rug, causing the rippling effect. . .That's exactly how the rug now laid. . .No one had been in that room since early morning and the rug definitely wasn't in such a state as I now found it. . .

'Boo?". . .'Is that you?' 
Whether it was real or my imagination, I felt a BOO KISS firmly planted on my face. . .
I kid you not. . .

.'Love you, too, Boo.'
tears again. . .


We brought Boo home the day after that call. . .His final resting place is at our Little Chapel in the Field. . .That day. . .and days since. . .I couldn't help but think how we each have our place in time. . .and if we do our best to fulfill our purpose. . .we can change others lives for the better. . .I truly believe this. . .and I believe it's not only humans who come to this earth for a reason. . .It was obvious Boo had a special one. . .He contributed tremendously in the research for Addison's. . .Because of him, humans and animals have benefited and are living longer lives with the disease. . .There is hope, where before the disease always won much quicker than it does now. . .He also enriched John's and my life, just knowing him. . .In fact, I've learned a lot about life from Boo. . .including how to continue on each day and be happy no matter how bad things might be. . .I've learned the need of us all to make a connection with someone special. . .and how important it is to give those so dear all the kisses they can handle. . .I've learned that every living thing leaves a legacy. . .Whether it's good or bad is up to each one. . .And most of all, I've learned that life can be so full of joy if we'll remember to play with Angels every now and then. . .
  
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 'JOB WELL DONE, BOO.' 
No more sickness. . .No more needles. . .No more midnight runs to the vet. . .

He's PLAYING WITH THE ANGELS. . .now. . .and forever. . .

That is. . .when he's not fluffing the bathroom rug. . .or planting secret kisses. . .

 

In Memory of  My
Boo
25 September 2006-18 February 2018

 

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