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| Katherine Worrell This picture was taken august 2004 |
Good Bye Ms Worrell
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Katherine Worrell died today
Good Bye Ms Worrell
Friday, April 6, 2012
Christiansen's Comments from April 5 2012 Hinds county Gazette
HCG April 5 2012
I do not know what the out come of us is going to be, if we do not soon get a break in this beautiful spring weather …. Most everyday has been sunny and warm with light breezes, ideal for outdoor chores…. My entire lawn has been mowed and trimmed at least twice; parts of the yard have been mowed 3 times. Many years in years past, come tax day I still had not gotten the yard mowed in its entirety for the first time. And it is still 2 weeks to tax day, I may set a record for number of times mowing in one season. Don’t get me wrong, I love working in the yard…But I am about worked right down to the ground.
In fact, Saturday when I went over to the work day at the Raymond battlefield, I did not hit a lick I was so wore down. I watched lots of folks work; in fact there was quite a large group of us standing around visiting and watching Jeanie Chunn fluff up the flower bed.
If you haven’t been over to the Raymond Battlefield Park lately, you need to go…. The Friends of Raymond have been working very hard getting it spiffed up for the reenactment this fall. Clearing brush and cutting trees opening views from walking trail to the cannon line. Bill Schmegal has had taken a big part in organizing that effort. And Sheriff’s department has certainly been a great help, by sending crews to help clear brush and trees.
The Raymond Garden Club was out in full force Saturday too…they were working all over town. First I saw Georgia Cox with a group at the island there at the 3 way stop at 467 and Raymond Bolton Road, then I spotted teams at the Court House, and the Post Office.
So Raymond was looking sharp Sunday for Dr. Blakey 90th birthday party. And what a fabulous party it was too. The weather was perfect; the setting was perfect, their beautiful home, porch and lawn. It felt like the clock had been turned back 60 years. The lovely event could not be recreated, not even by Hollywood…May be they could but it would cost millions.
The Blakey’s front porch is grand! The swing is wonderful, it is wicker and has springs in the chains, so not only can you sway to and fro, you can bounce up and down, there was always a line waiting for turn in the swing. I arrived at the Blakey home at 3, was going to stay a few minutes…but I did not leave until nearly six…Much of that time was spent in the swing; I was a “swing Hog”, But the view is so pleasant from the swing. I was able to watch the comings and goings on the street, see what was happening at St. Marks and the court house from the Blakeys front porch..
I heard The Gaddis McLaurin is selling or fixing to sell chickens… So I will be leaving you now….I want to go see how that is going… I can envision some issues between the chicks and Jack the Hardware Cat.
Love to all
I do not know what the out come of us is going to be, if we do not soon get a break in this beautiful spring weather …. Most everyday has been sunny and warm with light breezes, ideal for outdoor chores…. My entire lawn has been mowed and trimmed at least twice; parts of the yard have been mowed 3 times. Many years in years past, come tax day I still had not gotten the yard mowed in its entirety for the first time. And it is still 2 weeks to tax day, I may set a record for number of times mowing in one season. Don’t get me wrong, I love working in the yard…But I am about worked right down to the ground.
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| My House Photo by Noah Blakey |
In fact, Saturday when I went over to the work day at the Raymond battlefield, I did not hit a lick I was so wore down. I watched lots of folks work; in fact there was quite a large group of us standing around visiting and watching Jeanie Chunn fluff up the flower bed.
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| Jeanie on her knees in the flower bed pulling weeds |
If you haven’t been over to the Raymond Battlefield Park lately, you need to go…. The Friends of Raymond have been working very hard getting it spiffed up for the reenactment this fall. Clearing brush and cutting trees opening views from walking trail to the cannon line. Bill Schmegal has had taken a big part in organizing that effort. And Sheriff’s department has certainly been a great help, by sending crews to help clear brush and trees.
The Raymond Garden Club was out in full force Saturday too…they were working all over town. First I saw Georgia Cox with a group at the island there at the 3 way stop at 467 and Raymond Bolton Road, then I spotted teams at the Court House, and the Post Office.
So Raymond was looking sharp Sunday for Dr. Blakey 90th birthday party. And what a fabulous party it was too. The weather was perfect; the setting was perfect, their beautiful home, porch and lawn. It felt like the clock had been turned back 60 years. The lovely event could not be recreated, not even by Hollywood…May be they could but it would cost millions.
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| Doctor Durward Blakey 90th Birthday Party |
The Blakey’s front porch is grand! The swing is wonderful, it is wicker and has springs in the chains, so not only can you sway to and fro, you can bounce up and down, there was always a line waiting for turn in the swing. I arrived at the Blakey home at 3, was going to stay a few minutes…but I did not leave until nearly six…Much of that time was spent in the swing; I was a “swing Hog”, But the view is so pleasant from the swing. I was able to watch the comings and goings on the street, see what was happening at St. Marks and the court house from the Blakeys front porch..
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| Guest in wicker swing |
I heard The Gaddis McLaurin is selling or fixing to sell chickens… So I will be leaving you now….I want to go see how that is going… I can envision some issues between the chicks and Jack the Hardware Cat.
Love to all
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Christiansen's Comments from Hinds County Gazette March 22 2012
First the fallen limbs and the sticks have to picked up, Whit and I worked on the sticks all winter, trying to stay ahead of them, but those pesky sticks and limbs never stop falling, so there is always a fire pit full of them here at 201.
But, after several days of toil, (my yard is BIG ) I finally was able to get the entire yard mowed, trimmed and sprayed, I was proud as punch, and full of a great feeling of accomplishment. It was mid-afternoon when I finished up, and parked the mower under the shed. Grinning I went in the house took a bath, and washed my hair, poured myself a cold drink and headed to the front porch to admire my lawn.
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| Front yard This is just 1/2 of front yard, I also have 2 side yards and back yard |
I am sure glad the primary election is over, my phone rang relentlessly…what are those candidates thinking? Calling us in the evening when we are trying, to catch our breath from the day’s activities. I finally figured out to just stop answering the phone… But the ringing…I gotta tell you, the ringing got on my last nerve…Do they not think, we see all we want of them, on the TV making promises and more promises.
The office seekers, every one of them, have a plan, they each and every one know how fix America…They have a solution for all of our problems, the economy, gas prices, unemployment, health care, education etc…to hear them tell it there is not a problem they can not fix.
So you know what has this “Bear of little brain” scratching her head? Why is it, we are not fixed, because every four years we elect the man with the fool proof plan?
I am coming to believe, the changes we do see, that effect the United States ….are not being generated in America’s white house or by congress… … looks to me, like we are only reacting to events we have no control over. The price of gas appears to be controlled by foreign countries, big oil companies, even the weather appears has more control over the price of oil then the president or congress.
Remember the mortgage catastrophe? Of course you do, none of us will forget it anytime soon. Well, way back before it crashed and took Wall Street and people’s life savings with it and sent the American economy in to a tail spin; I remember many conversations on my front porch, when we were discussing, trying to figure out “how folks are able to afford all of those big houses that are being built?” “Where are they working that pays enough to pay those high mortgages?” My point here is, why if a porch full of housewives, over an afternoon glass of wine sensed there was something was bad wrong… Why did not some of our elected officials?
So that causes me to wonder who is really running the country. The people we elect or an out of control beauracracity? It seems to me the folks we elect are not even aware there are problems until we are in a full blown crisis. Then bless their hearts, they do what they do, and maybe what they do best… they convene hearings.
Love to all
Call if you need me
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Doctor John McCall
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| Edwards Baptist Church |
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| Doctor John McCall |
The pastor at the Edwards Baptist Church, Doctor John McCall at the age of 93 has retired, Sunday, February 19 2012 was his last Sunday. Dr. McCall served thirty years at the Baptist Church in Vicksburg, he taught at Mississippi College and 9 years here in Edwards.
From the time I first met Dr. McCall I felt there was something truly rare about him, and it was not just his sometimes askew bow tie.
Well, Sunday I went over to the Edwards Baptist Church, for Doctor McCall’s last sermon…As least what he intends to be his last sermon, but Dr. McCall is a God called preacher, so you never know. But I know this…Dr. McCall will be serving his Lord until his last breath…He considers it his great honor and privilege to be one of God’s servant.
As I sat watching and listening to this unassuming man, I saw many things that makes him truly unique among men for one thing …he has no ego…he has no” look at me!” “Listen to me!” posture…..Doctor McCall preaches from the Bible, the Bible speaks for it’s self… the Bible is God’s word, he takes no credit ….that glory goes to God.
And in his sermon Sunday, he remarked that his success in the pulpit was the doing of the congregations that God allowed him to serve, because the people were his encouragers. Which made me stop and wonder…? Do I try to give encouragement to those around me?
Dr. McCall radiates Christian love, and patience, and compassion and kindness….traits I strive to have…. and do have those traits…. for a bit every morning while my Bible is open and in conversation with God, but when I close my Bible and my feet hit the floor…That’s when the rubber meets the road. I try…. I try real hard… really really hard. But, with out fail at some point…my impatience begins to show, my Christian Love wanes and my thoughts turn to resentments and judgments.
But here I go…to try again. I do not know what this day will bring…. but I am certain how it will end…it will end by my asking God for forgiveness….
Love to all
Call if you need me
Monday, February 13, 2012
Hinds County Gazette: My scribblings from the Febuary 9 2012
Early morning, February, 5, 2012
It is Super Bowl Sunday! Yea!? The last big tummy stuffing day of the 2011/2012 holiday season….
It is obvious that this old person is not among the demographics, that the nice folks, who are in charge of the Super Bowl, want to make happy. The game does not start until five… For a Sunday afternoon that is late! For me, Sundays are not like the rest of the weekend, Friday afternoon through Saturday, Saturday evening and Saturday night.
Sunday is different kind of day. At 5 in the afternoon, I may still be contemplating the morning sermon. And/or reflecting on the week that was or planning for the week ahead... often my tummy is still full from an abundant Sunday lunch and I get sleepy, truth be told…it is not unusual for me to be napping by 5 O’clock on a Sunday afternoon.
But Now! When it comes to Fridays and Saturdays 5 pm is not late at all!!! I have been known to be still up and wide awake at midnight on a Friday or Saturday night….not often, but it has happened.
I said all of that to say this; if they wanted me to watch the game from start to finish…they needed to start the game by one and let it be over by 5…
But, I will be watching the game and Eli this evening, but I am sure there will be a nap before it concludes….so I am also recording it…Don’t want to miss the much hyped commercials and Madonna halftime appearance.
I am not a fuddy-duddy, what I have come to believe our body clocks are set very early in our lives…once upon a time; way back when I was coming up, a day began at dawn and was more or less over by dark….TV went to test pattern at 10 PM!
A week was Monday through Saturday… Sunday was a unique day, a day unlike the rest of the week…it was quiet….not much happened on Sunday…. Afternoon rides were about all the excitement there was on a Sunday.
Believe it or not boys and girls, there was a time when America did not operate on the mind numbing, physically exhausting life of twenty four hours a day… seven days a week….An existence that is now considered the norm. There were no little league games on Sundays, no malls to go to…in fact back when I was a kid coming up…nothing was open on Sunday…not a grocery store…not a drug store. You did not mow your lawn or even water it on Sunday. I do not recall it being a moral issue…it was more like it didn’t occur to people to give up their Sundays to buy, sell or to work the yard.
I am not saying life was more enjoyable back then…I am just saying Sundays were special. And almost certainly better…but I am not saying it…that would make me a fuddy-duddy.
Monday Morning
Well!!! There was no napping during that Super Bowl Game!!!! What an exciting game!!
The Madonna’s half time show was not nearly as electrifying as the game, but maybe you had to be there to appreciate her performance. And the commercials I was disappointed in those…the movies they were advertising seem to contain far too much violence for my taste. The Coke’s polar bears were cute…but not Super Cute…
Frankly, I thought the car commercials were way over done…In fact, this morning, I could not tell you what brand of car they were trying to persuade me to purchase.
I did appreciate the “Imported from Detroit” commercial …with Clint Eastwood.
Hey, I got to go…I have a fun and full week ahead!!
It is Super Bowl Sunday! Yea!? The last big tummy stuffing day of the 2011/2012 holiday season….
It is obvious that this old person is not among the demographics, that the nice folks, who are in charge of the Super Bowl, want to make happy. The game does not start until five… For a Sunday afternoon that is late! For me, Sundays are not like the rest of the weekend, Friday afternoon through Saturday, Saturday evening and Saturday night.
Sunday is different kind of day. At 5 in the afternoon, I may still be contemplating the morning sermon. And/or reflecting on the week that was or planning for the week ahead... often my tummy is still full from an abundant Sunday lunch and I get sleepy, truth be told…it is not unusual for me to be napping by 5 O’clock on a Sunday afternoon.
But Now! When it comes to Fridays and Saturdays 5 pm is not late at all!!! I have been known to be still up and wide awake at midnight on a Friday or Saturday night….not often, but it has happened.
I said all of that to say this; if they wanted me to watch the game from start to finish…they needed to start the game by one and let it be over by 5…
But, I will be watching the game and Eli this evening, but I am sure there will be a nap before it concludes….so I am also recording it…Don’t want to miss the much hyped commercials and Madonna halftime appearance.
I am not a fuddy-duddy, what I have come to believe our body clocks are set very early in our lives…once upon a time; way back when I was coming up, a day began at dawn and was more or less over by dark….TV went to test pattern at 10 PM!
A week was Monday through Saturday… Sunday was a unique day, a day unlike the rest of the week…it was quiet….not much happened on Sunday…. Afternoon rides were about all the excitement there was on a Sunday.
Believe it or not boys and girls, there was a time when America did not operate on the mind numbing, physically exhausting life of twenty four hours a day… seven days a week….An existence that is now considered the norm. There were no little league games on Sundays, no malls to go to…in fact back when I was a kid coming up…nothing was open on Sunday…not a grocery store…not a drug store. You did not mow your lawn or even water it on Sunday. I do not recall it being a moral issue…it was more like it didn’t occur to people to give up their Sundays to buy, sell or to work the yard.
I am not saying life was more enjoyable back then…I am just saying Sundays were special. And almost certainly better…but I am not saying it…that would make me a fuddy-duddy.
Monday Morning
Well!!! There was no napping during that Super Bowl Game!!!! What an exciting game!!
The Madonna’s half time show was not nearly as electrifying as the game, but maybe you had to be there to appreciate her performance. And the commercials I was disappointed in those…the movies they were advertising seem to contain far too much violence for my taste. The Coke’s polar bears were cute…but not Super Cute…
Frankly, I thought the car commercials were way over done…In fact, this morning, I could not tell you what brand of car they were trying to persuade me to purchase.
I did appreciate the “Imported from Detroit” commercial …with Clint Eastwood.
Hey, I got to go…I have a fun and full week ahead!!
Monday, February 6, 2012
"Christiansen's Comments" from Hinds County Gazette "Scout and Gabby" came to Grandma's
Oh! My Word! It was a rough weekend here at 201….
I baby sat daughter Angela’s dogs. We each have two dogs, so that is four dogs in the house and yard, which would not have been terrible, but she has a 6 month old puppy and I have a 6 month old puppy…The puppies never stopped…they never stopped barking, they never stopped chewing, they never stopped running, they never stopped digging. I am exhausted my older dog Shelby is exhausted.
The back yard looks like a war zone…. holes every where…they dumped the garbage can over… ripped in to the garbage and strew trash all around. Angela’s puppy Scout turns over flower pots, then totes the pots around scattering them to all corners….she brought one clay pot up the ramp, when I yelled she dropped it and it shattered in to a hundred pieces….what a mess.
Scout pulled the rugs off my back porch…into the yard, so she and my puppy Emma could play tug a war. I don’t know if the rugs are salvageable…probably not.
Angela’s dogs are gone now, so when the sun comes up good and it gets a bit warmer I shall go clean up the back yard…
But what Angela’s puppy Scout did here isn’t the worst performance of her short life…at her house Scout has a doggie door, one day while Angela was at work; she pulled the water hose in the house through the doggie door!!! All 50 feet! Maybe it was just 25 feet….. Still and all quite an accomplishment.
When Angela’s other dog, Gabby, was a puppy I went out and planted bushes along the back fence…Well, Gabby one by one, over time, managed to pull them all up… every one!…about the time you thought she was finished destroying bushes, she would dig up another …a few she pulled through the doggie door…one not only did she manage to pull through the doggie door, she maneuvered it through the house and up on the bed while Angela slept.
We have had lots of rain so the yard was still quite muddy….so all in the kitchen and up and down the hall muddy paw prints abound. I have called for help…Ms Addie will tend to the mud and paw prints…while I will work on the yard.
But first I got to go out to Cannada Farms, Scott just called, he has deer meat for me…I am going to try to make deer tamales…I will let you know how they turn out.
Love to all
Call if you need me
I baby sat daughter Angela’s dogs. We each have two dogs, so that is four dogs in the house and yard, which would not have been terrible, but she has a 6 month old puppy and I have a 6 month old puppy…The puppies never stopped…they never stopped barking, they never stopped chewing, they never stopped running, they never stopped digging. I am exhausted my older dog Shelby is exhausted.
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| Angela's Scout and Gabby |
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| My Emma approximately 6 monthes  |
The back yard looks like a war zone…. holes every where…they dumped the garbage can over… ripped in to the garbage and strew trash all around. Angela’s puppy Scout turns over flower pots, then totes the pots around scattering them to all corners….she brought one clay pot up the ramp, when I yelled she dropped it and it shattered in to a hundred pieces….what a mess.
Scout pulled the rugs off my back porch…into the yard, so she and my puppy Emma could play tug a war. I don’t know if the rugs are salvageable…probably not.
Angela’s dogs are gone now, so when the sun comes up good and it gets a bit warmer I shall go clean up the back yard…
But what Angela’s puppy Scout did here isn’t the worst performance of her short life…at her house Scout has a doggie door, one day while Angela was at work; she pulled the water hose in the house through the doggie door!!! All 50 feet! Maybe it was just 25 feet….. Still and all quite an accomplishment.
When Angela’s other dog, Gabby, was a puppy I went out and planted bushes along the back fence…Well, Gabby one by one, over time, managed to pull them all up… every one!…about the time you thought she was finished destroying bushes, she would dig up another …a few she pulled through the doggie door…one not only did she manage to pull through the doggie door, she maneuvered it through the house and up on the bed while Angela slept.
We have had lots of rain so the yard was still quite muddy….so all in the kitchen and up and down the hall muddy paw prints abound. I have called for help…Ms Addie will tend to the mud and paw prints…while I will work on the yard.
But first I got to go out to Cannada Farms, Scott just called, he has deer meat for me…I am going to try to make deer tamales…I will let you know how they turn out.
Love to all
Call if you need me
Monday, January 23, 2012
"Christiansen comments" Hinds County Gazette January 19 2012
My life is grand…Oh, there have been up and downs…peaks and valleys…but all things considered it has been good. Why I bring this up, is lately, I have been giving life “The Big Think”…as a result of this “Big Think” I have come to believe that there are two sweet spots in this life…one was my childhood.
I grew up in a small town on the Nebraska plains…where we even at the age 5 and 6 we could roam the entire town….We were never bored because we had places to go and things to do… And our mothers turned us loose with no fear because the whole town watched after us. If we went to misbehaving, even mildly misbehaving, seemingly out of no where an adult would appear and tend to us…the ladies were usually wearing an apron….The men who stopped to inquiry about our activities, they might be wearing a suit and tie, more often overalls, or coveralls. Farmers hauling a full load of grain, on the way to the elevator, or a load of cattle to the stock yard, would stop and get out, to find out what we were up to…we could have pocket knives, BB guns, our homemade sling shots and bows and arrows…but you better not get caught with matches, cigarettes….or any liquid that resembled gasoline.
As a kid growing in Palisade Nebraska, my days were my own; there were not many demands on my time. Back then, we didn’t have soccer, dance classes etc. that we had to deal with and make plans around. Oh, once in a while somebody would have to break off, go home and get cleaned up, so they could go to their piano lesson. But life as a kid for me, was relatively uncomplicated, as long I respected my elders, behaved at school and church, and was home for dinner and supper on time,.
After childhood came 40 years that I had to be grown up, be responsible and productive, I am not complaining and those 40 years were good, and I enjoyed them.
But I am coming to realize my old age is not unlike my childhood… when I wake up in the morning…..most days are my own… I can choose what I want to do….. Make concrete leaves; hang out in my shop, play with my friends or just putter. Nobody is depending on me.
My little buddy Whit, he is 18 months old now, I am 67, I am coming to realize he and I are not at unlike stages of life, just at opposite ends of it. My old age and Whit's childhood are alike in many ways….As long as, we don’t make a lot of noise; behave and do not do anything dangerous. The adults of this world…. pretty much leave us alone to do what we please.
Love to all
Call if you need me
PS. My friend Alan Huffman has a new book coming out soon….The title is We're with Nobody: , The Web page for the new book is http://www.werewithnobody.com/
Alan lives in “The Greater Bolton area, where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the water is brown”….that is what James Anderson always says about Bolton…I couldn’t help myself. But any way Alan will be in Jackson at Lemuria February 21 signing copies…he will be other places too…. Oxford, New York City, Greenwood
But if you miss those events… buy the book…I feel sure we can get it signed for you….perhaps we can arrange to have a signing off the tailgate of his pickup right down town Bolton Mississippi…”Where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the water is brown.” Again sorry I just can not help my self….anytime I say “Bolton” I have to say, “Where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the water is brown.” Sorry………
Oh!!!! There is a video trailer for the book…I am in it!!!! I am expecting Hollywood to call anytime now.
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| This picture did not end up where I wanted it to... This is down town Bolton Mississippi... |
I grew up in a small town on the Nebraska plains…where we even at the age 5 and 6 we could roam the entire town….We were never bored because we had places to go and things to do… And our mothers turned us loose with no fear because the whole town watched after us. If we went to misbehaving, even mildly misbehaving, seemingly out of no where an adult would appear and tend to us…the ladies were usually wearing an apron….The men who stopped to inquiry about our activities, they might be wearing a suit and tie, more often overalls, or coveralls. Farmers hauling a full load of grain, on the way to the elevator, or a load of cattle to the stock yard, would stop and get out, to find out what we were up to…we could have pocket knives, BB guns, our homemade sling shots and bows and arrows…but you better not get caught with matches, cigarettes….or any liquid that resembled gasoline.
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| House I grew up in..back then the front porch was not enclosed |
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| Main Street Palisade |
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| Palisade from North of town |
As a kid growing in Palisade Nebraska, my days were my own; there were not many demands on my time. Back then, we didn’t have soccer, dance classes etc. that we had to deal with and make plans around. Oh, once in a while somebody would have to break off, go home and get cleaned up, so they could go to their piano lesson. But life as a kid for me, was relatively uncomplicated, as long I respected my elders, behaved at school and church, and was home for dinner and supper on time,.
After childhood came 40 years that I had to be grown up, be responsible and productive, I am not complaining and those 40 years were good, and I enjoyed them.
But I am coming to realize my old age is not unlike my childhood… when I wake up in the morning…..most days are my own… I can choose what I want to do….. Make concrete leaves; hang out in my shop, play with my friends or just putter. Nobody is depending on me.
My little buddy Whit, he is 18 months old now, I am 67, I am coming to realize he and I are not at unlike stages of life, just at opposite ends of it. My old age and Whit's childhood are alike in many ways….As long as, we don’t make a lot of noise; behave and do not do anything dangerous. The adults of this world…. pretty much leave us alone to do what we please.
Love to all
Call if you need me
PS. My friend Alan Huffman has a new book coming out soon….The title is We're with Nobody: , The Web page for the new book is http://www.werewithnobody.com/
Alan lives in “The Greater Bolton area, where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the water is brown”….that is what James Anderson always says about Bolton…I couldn’t help myself. But any way Alan will be in Jackson at Lemuria February 21 signing copies…he will be other places too…. Oxford, New York City, Greenwood
But if you miss those events… buy the book…I feel sure we can get it signed for you….perhaps we can arrange to have a signing off the tailgate of his pickup right down town Bolton Mississippi…”Where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the water is brown.” Again sorry I just can not help my self….anytime I say “Bolton” I have to say, “Where the grass is green, the sky is blue and the water is brown.” Sorry………
Oh!!!! There is a video trailer for the book…I am in it!!!! I am expecting Hollywood to call anytime now.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Christiansen's Comments from Hinds County Gazette Published January 12 2012
Good Morning and Happy new year!
This morning as I write from my home, here at the South end of Main Street, downtown Edwards, Mississippi, it is foggy and a light drizzle is steady coming down. For several days, here in Mid Mississippi, it has been incredibly mild. This morning while I ate my breakfast at the kitchen table, the back door was wide open….the sounds of a steady drizzle and birds noisily waking up, came through the open door to my ears delight.
The weather of late has been spring like, highs in the 60s approaching 70….I take that back, it is not Spring like…the recent days have been much prettier then spring.
Winter is not my favorite; the days are short, often depressing, grey, dreary and cold. But I come to appreciate, the clear, sun filled days of winter, the sun’s light is coming from a low southern angle, which makes the shadows long and spectacular…the strong winter sun light makes the woods sparkle…the world sparkles. The clear, sunny days of winter, to me are the prettiest days of the entire year…they are magnificent. Winter’s sunlight is exquisite; it is so intense….rather piercing at times, I feel like it could be going straight through me.
The answer to “why aren’t you writing?” first of all, I have come to realize in my old age, that I can not do as much in a day as I once could.....during the holidays there are so many things to do…there is cooking, the decorating and lots and lots of fun events and parties!
Second, my stride was broke by a minor medical predicament. The medical thing was minor for sure…but the treatment was major in my book….It required stitches was quite painful……so I lost several days to recouping…bed bound…not because the doctor ordered me to be in bed…but bed is the safest place for old people on medication…we do not need to be up wobbling around…risking turning a minor medical event, into a major medical catastrophe.
I was quite whiny during my recovery…..then Charles Davis reminded me what the definition of minor surgery is, “Surgery that is happening to someone else.” Charles made me feel much less guilty about my whining.
Love to all, see you next week
Call if you need me
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