Vintage Girl 1960

It's been a good week.  I started to write, "a good week of rest."  And then again, I've not rested, but my heart, mind and soul are "at" rest. I think we can be busy and still be at rest. And we can not be busy and not be at rest.  I spent the week cleaning, organizing and purging.  In one day, I filled the garbage can full to overflowing.  I have a stack to go to Goodwill and two more closets, the garage and the attic to ramble through.  I've had time with each grandchild.  My first girl, Cora said, "I think I need some special BonBon time."  I've needed it too! I worked hard this week, and I wasn't exhausted.  Sometimes it feels good to work.  But it feels even better to be at rest. Today I went back to The Waters for the Christmas party and to make up for a day that I had taken off to help my daughter with the babies.  It was good to go back and visit and enjoy some one-on-one time with some of my residents.   It...

This small-town girl is learning to navigate in a big-town world. Back home in Georgia, I could get anywhere in 5 minutes-church, the grocery store, school, work, Walmart.  Now getting from my drive to the interstate takes more than 5 minutes. When I was growing up, there was no Walmart.  If we wanted to shop big, we had to go to big-town Augusta or Macon.  Compared to Nashville, those cities are small-town.  My mama knew no fear.  If she woke up and "needed to get away," she'd fill the tank with gas and head to Atlanta on a whim.  Getting on and off the interstate would send my gut into spasms.  I've heard her pray many times, "Lord, make a hole in the traffic."  To my amazement, He always did.  Why is it that we are amazed when God does the "anything we ask in His name?" Since living in Big-City Nashville, I've prayed that prayer many times. "Lord, make a hole in the traffic."  He's done it every time.  When I'm now merg...

It's been a wonderful week of blessings.  We welcomed a new GRAND baby into our world, James Harrison Grant. He weighed 6 pounds and 13 ounces and is perfect! Our hearts are full to overflowing. Harper is wonderful with him.  She loves him so much.  Today is her birthday!  That means two birthdays at Christmas!  We will have a party!  Gotta run and get ready.

So, I'm sitting in Starbucks, once again surfing the web for jobs.  I take a break to write a blog post and what pops up?  Yes, my old blog!  Go figure.  I guess I'll pick up where I left off with Vintage Girl 901 in hopes of connecting again with some of my favorite bloggers that I thought were forever in Blog Never-land. As many of your know, I turned in my notice at The Waters.  I can't tell you how much better I feel, well felt.  My last day is Friday just in time to enjoy the Holidays and take care of my daughter as she delivers our newest grandson.  However, reality has hit and Mr. H. is about to panic. Now I'm in panic mode and sitting at Starbucks, beginning another application process.  Certainly not where I want to be right now.  I keep saying, my life doesn't look like what I thought it would at this point. But it could always be worse. I was getting out of bed the other night to make my nightly run as mother nature called....

Our home on Chandler Street was the neighborhood playground, and I was the only girl among a baseball team of boys.  On some summer days, my brother would get up early and go to the field with Daddy to pick peas and pull corn.  The chores had to be done first. Mama would say, "The quicker you get this corn shucked, the quicker, you can play."  So, all the boys in the neighborhood helped and we were done by lunch. We had an open-door policy in our home. Someone was always coming in or going out.  Calling with a turn of the knob, "Knock, Knock,"  and answered from wherever we were, "Come on in."  If anyone rang the doorbell or didn't say, "Knock, Knock," we knew it had to be someone we didn't know well.  Somewhere along the way, the world became a scarier place and we started locking our doors. Our family grew and we added a dining room with a big table and a big buffet.  Mama always said she wanted everyone in the family to be able to ...

Home is: 1.        A dwelling place, a place to live, a building, a region, a place we call “home.” 2.        Human connections, the relationships of those with whom we do life together. It was God’s intent and purpose from the beginning to dwell among man, to fellowship with him, to walk with him in the cool of the day. Genesis 2:15 “The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.” This was to be his home, his dwelling place. It took me 55 years to leave home.   Most of you know my story.   I was a preacher man’s daughter.   I was born, raised, grew up in the same place.   The kids grew up in the same town.   We lived in a place where we knew almost everybody.   If we didn’t know them, we knew of them and could call them by name. The kids grew up.   The grand babies came. David’s job was not secure.   Plants were clo...

Today is a new beginning.  I've been lost in Blog Land and I still haven't found my way out. One day Blogger went a little crazy.  "You are not an author on any blogs."  Who stole my identity? White Lace and Promises, Vintage Girl 901 and The Upside of Down are still out there but, "Access Denied."  I tried starting with a new server and that didn't help either. I have decided to just start from where I am and move on. That's seems to be the theme of my life as it is now, "Start and move on." Yes, you heard it right.  START and move on.  Not STOP and move on.  I seem to do more starting and never finishing, more starting and moving. That's the "Upside of Down."  The lady in the basement, as my friend would call her, is out! I know myself.  I know when it's time to move on.  I know it's time when staying would be detrimental to my health, my family and to those I serve. When I've given all and there's ...