Shady Grove
When I was a girl, maybe a tween or young teenager, my Grandpa Toad taught me this song on the piano.
It doesn't really sound like this song when I hear it played with guitar and all those stringed instruments, but this is the song.
I loved it and it's the only thing I can play on the piano.
Oh how I wish I'd learned to play the piano somewhere along the way.
We barely had a music class when I was in school, if there was anybody to teach piano, I didn't know about it and I guess my mom wasn't really interested in anything like that, but I have always loved plunking on the piano.
Seems I would have picked it up somewhere through the years but I really don't think I have the apptitude for it.
Anyway, here is the song Grandpa Toad taught me to plunk out on the piano, still love it!
Shady Grove
chorus:
Shady Grove, my true love,
Shady Grove I sing,
Shady Grove, my true love,
I'm bound for Shady Grove...
Peaches in the summertime,
Apples in the fall,
If I can't have the girl I love,
I won't have none at all...
chorus:
Shady Grove, my true love,
Shady Grove I sing,
Shady Grove, my true love,
I'm bound for Shady Grove...
Once I was a little boy,
Playin' in the sand,
Now I am a great big boy,
An' I think myself a man,
chorus:
Shady Grove, my true love,
Shady Grove I sing,
Shady Grove, my true love,
I'm bound for Shady Grove...
When I was a little boy,
I wanted a whittlin' knife,
Now I am a great big boy,
An' I want a little wife,
chorus:
Shady Grove, my true love,
Shady Grove I sing,
Shady Grove, my true love,
I'm bound for Shady Grove...
Wish I had a banjo string,
Made of golden twine,
And every time I'd pick on it,
Is' I wish that girl was mine...
chorus:
Shady Grove, my true love,
Shady Grove I sing,
Shady Grove, my true love,
I'm bound for Shady Grove...
LOVE IT!
Jellin' and Enjoyin'
Today was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright, it was fairly warm, the redbuds, dogwoods, lilacs, violets, dandelions are blooming. And, the hummingbirds have arrived.
The grandkids were out of school today since it is Monday and they have gone to a four day school week.
A funny thing happened. Emmett came in while we were making the jelly and asked if he could dig up a purple flower and put it in a pot. I said yes, and told him how to fill the pot halfway full of dirt first, then dig up the flower and put it in the pot, then water it. So he goes out for a while, then comes in with the pot with the flower in it. A purple violet, like I had assumed he wanted? NO...a purple tulip! HAHAHAHAHA! I thought it was hilarious!
Julie and the kids came down this morning and her and I made wild violet jelly. It turned out so pretty, a light pinky lavender color for the white Confederate violets, which are these...
And a slightly darker purple pink from these purple violets...
It tasted good, but it has a slight lemon taste to me, owing to the fact the recipe calls for 1/4 cup of lemon juice for citrus to help with the jelling of the jelly! I don't know if the taste of lemon is really that noticiable or if I just knew the lemon juice was in there, so I tasted it....anyway, it's still good.
If it all doesn't jell up, we have some pretty, tasty violet syrup.
Next I am going to make some dandelion jelly.
P.S.- the jelly DID jell up, all except the last batch that I decided to put in only 2 Tablespoons of lemon juice instead of the 1/4 cup it called for...it is syrup still. HAHA! It will be good on pancakes, waffles or french toast!
The darker colored jelly is from the purple violets, it took me a good half hour to pick enough violets to make 2 cups which is what the recipe called for. Then I picked the white Confederate violets and it only took me about 5 minutes to pick enough of them to make 2 batches of the lighter pink jelly. Needless to say, I have way more of the Confederate violets in my yard than the purple. Most people might consider them weeds but I LOVE them!
My Journal
Alicia asked me a while ago if I would consider writing down some stuff. Just journaling, or writing down memories, anything that they would have after I've gone to my final resting place, to be able to see my handwriting and see some of my thoughts.
I said okay. I have tried to keep a journal many different times through the years and I just can't stand the thought of somebody reading my personal thoughts. I always write a few days then I read it and can't stand the thought of somebody reading it and hating me, or feeling sorry for me, or some such nonsense. Okay, so I won't write personal. They won't really know the real me with my real thoughts because I can't stand for anybody to know the real me. They would hate me.
So since the beginning of February, I have been trying to write in a journal. I did pretty good for a few days, then I forgot. I have to have it right in front of me to remember it. Ugh. Well, I haven't written in it for about two weeks. I think of it, then think I will do it later, and never do. And here I sit, writing in this blog instead of my journal. They would know me better if they read my blogs, but they don't read this, and that is okay too. I have 2-3 other blogs connected to this profile that are slightly interesting to me. Memories from my life. I like it. Nobody wants to read an old woman's thoughts. They are all young and living fulfilling lives without sitting around reading a bunch of drivel I have written.
I am tired. I am ready to go. I can't make myself go. I have to stay my appointed time.
If You Can't Fly...
"If you can't fly, then run, if you can't run, then walk, if you can't walk, then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.
Psalm 24
Learned this chapter of the Bible, the 24th book of Psalms, in Mrs. Daisy Manes' class. She was my teacher for the 4th, 5th, and 6th grade. Not sure which year I learned it but I am going to guess the 6th grade. I could recite it for many years but now I am rusty. I keep thinking I will memorize it again but so far I haven't tried. I have liked this book ever since we memorized it in Mrs. Manes' class.
24:1- The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
2- For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods.
3- Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place?
4- He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
5- He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
6- This is the generation of them that seek him, that seek thy face, O Jacob. Selah.
7- Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
8- Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.
9- Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
10-Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah.
BERMUDA GRASS---ARGGGGHHHH!!!
Well, I've killed enough time already this morning. It is time to get out there and weed-eat the garden. Yes, that is what I typed, weed-eat the garden.
We planted green beans in our garden where we always did, but the Bermuda Grass has taken over that garden. I knew it and planted the beans there anyway. It is almost impossible to eradicate Bermuda Grass from anywhere. The roots spread underground and come up any and everywhere. Break off a piece and drop it and by willikers it will take root and grow. I guess if a person were vigilant enough, if they LAID in the garden rows and pulled every single leaf of Bermuda Grass that came up, and did that EVERY day, they might, and I mean MIGHT keep it under control, but the roots would still be there, waiting for that day you miss, and POOOOOOF! it would be growing full blast again.
The only way I know we could get rid of Bermuda Grass is to spray it with a powerful weed/grass killer, and spray many feet around the garden, and keep it sprayed around the garden so it wouldn't creep back into the garden. I don't know if that is even feasible.
In the meantime, I need to go out and weed-eat all the Bermuda Grass out from between the rows of green beans, and leave it in the rows, because I know if I try to pull the Bermuda Grass up from around the beans, the roots are so entangled with the bean's roots that it would pull up the beans.
Okay, more later on how that works!
We planted green beans in our garden where we always did, but the Bermuda Grass has taken over that garden. I knew it and planted the beans there anyway. It is almost impossible to eradicate Bermuda Grass from anywhere. The roots spread underground and come up any and everywhere. Break off a piece and drop it and by willikers it will take root and grow. I guess if a person were vigilant enough, if they LAID in the garden rows and pulled every single leaf of Bermuda Grass that came up, and did that EVERY day, they might, and I mean MIGHT keep it under control, but the roots would still be there, waiting for that day you miss, and POOOOOOF! it would be growing full blast again.
The only way I know we could get rid of Bermuda Grass is to spray it with a powerful weed/grass killer, and spray many feet around the garden, and keep it sprayed around the garden so it wouldn't creep back into the garden. I don't know if that is even feasible.
In the meantime, I need to go out and weed-eat all the Bermuda Grass out from between the rows of green beans, and leave it in the rows, because I know if I try to pull the Bermuda Grass up from around the beans, the roots are so entangled with the bean's roots that it would pull up the beans.
Okay, more later on how that works!
Guitarzan!
Bob told me if I would learn to play a guitar, he would buy me one....buy away, Bob! I can't learn to play it until I have one!
No, I wonder if I can ever do something like learn to play the guitar? Old dogs and new tricks and all that, you know? Also, if I do anything with my hands or fingers for any amount of time my fingers go numb. I am sure it is something to do with the alignment of my vertabrae in my back or neck, maybe. Maybe because I have arthritis? I don't know. I just know I would love to be able to play the guitar or piano, but just don't know if it's possible. I have the piano but can't make myself sit down and practice, and just can't grasp the essentials of it. I'm afraid it would be the same with the guitar and hate for the expense of buying one when I almost know I won't learn to play it.
Alicia plays and she said she would try to show me, and I think I could go to Sparta and maybe take some lessons from Bob Hammons. I think my problem is my number one sin, which is pride. I don't know if I could handle it well if Bob Hammons told me I couldn't learn to play it or forget it.
Why am I so afraid I will fail at doing something, and what is the sinful pride I have? I am surely not prideful about the way I look, or I would have controlled my weight all these many years, and maybe learned to fix my hair to look nice, but I don't care about those things. But to know that somebody might think I can't do something just bugs me. Bob Case was right when he told me a few weeks ago that he knew how to get me to do anything was to tell me I couldn't do it....he is right....I might die trying then.....HAHAHA!
So, if I can build up my nerve and my resolve, I might be the next Chet Atkins.....
The Grass Withereth
Isaiah:40:8 (King James Version)
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand forever.
Isn't that a comfort to know? All things pass with time, but the word of God stays strong...forever!
ARMY OF GOD
I am a soldier in the army of my God.The Lord Jesus Christ is my Commanding Officer.The Holy Scripture is my code of conduct.Faith, prayer and the Word are my weapons of warfare.
I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience,
tried by adversity and tested by fire.
tried by adversity and tested by fire.
I am a volunteer in this army, and I am enlisted for eternity.
I will not get out, sell out, be talked out or be pushed out.
I am faithful, reliable, capable and dependable.
If my God needs me, I am there. I am a soldier.
I will not get out, sell out, be talked out or be pushed out.
I am faithful, reliable, capable and dependable.
If my God needs me, I am there. I am a soldier.
I am not a baby. I do not need to be pampered, petted,
primed up, pumped up, picked up, or pepped up. I am a soldier.
No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, invite me, entice me or lure me.
I am a soldier. I am not a wimp. I am in place, saluting my King,
obeying His orders, praising His name and building His kingdom!
No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards or candy, or give me handouts. I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for or
catered to. I am committed. I cannot have my feelings hurt bad
enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to
turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.
primed up, pumped up, picked up, or pepped up. I am a soldier.
No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, invite me, entice me or lure me.
I am a soldier. I am not a wimp. I am in place, saluting my King,
obeying His orders, praising His name and building His kingdom!
No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards or candy, or give me handouts. I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for or
catered to. I am committed. I cannot have my feelings hurt bad
enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to
turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.
When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing. If I end up with nothing,
I will still come out ahead. I will win. My God has and will continue to supply all of my need.
I am more than a conqueror. I will always triumph. I can do all things through Christ.
The devil cannot defeat me. People cannot disillusion me. Weather cannot weary me.
Sickness cannot stop me. Battles cannot beat me. Money cannot buy me. Governments
cannot silence me, and hell cannot handle me. I am a soldier.
I will still come out ahead. I will win. My God has and will continue to supply all of my need.
I am more than a conqueror. I will always triumph. I can do all things through Christ.
The devil cannot defeat me. People cannot disillusion me. Weather cannot weary me.
Sickness cannot stop me. Battles cannot beat me. Money cannot buy me. Governments
cannot silence me, and hell cannot handle me. I am a soldier.
Even death cannot destroy me. For when my Commander calls me from His battlefield,
He will promote me to captain and then allow me to rule with Him.
I am a soldier in the army, and I’m marching claiming victory.
I will not give up. I will not turn around.
He will promote me to captain and then allow me to rule with Him.
I am a soldier in the army, and I’m marching claiming victory.
I will not give up. I will not turn around.
I am a soldier, marching heaven-bound.
Here I Stand! Will you stand with me?
Here I Stand! Will you stand with me?
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