Faith

Thinking back on my “schooling” in San Augustine, Texas, I recall that I was not allowed to use anything except a #2 lead pencil in my studies. At least, not until I entered the fifth grade under Mrs. Margaret Wade.

In 1947 my English teacher (Mrs. Stanton Memefee) called me to her desk and said, “Henry, “Sleepy” Hughes told me you had found a covey of quail.” When I told her I had flushed a covey near the East Center airport, she asked me to shoot her one and bring it to class.

“Perfection is the enemy of progress,” according to Winston Churchill. It’s the time of year when we try to do too much, change too quickly.

Family gatherings always brings the thought of food. What will we eat and who will bring what? At least, this is the way we do it, at my house.

In 1951 as I hitch-hiked back to Seminary in Springfield, Missouri, I stopped in for “chili dog” sandwich in Mena, Arkansas. The sandwich cost me twenty-five cents (the cheapest thing on the menu) and it left me a ten dollar bill in my wallet and some change in my pocket.

My nephew, Beau, keeps me on my toes. Keeping on my toes is a good way to develop balance and agility.

I was watching the Dr. Phil show the other day when he made a statement that I had not heard in a long time. He told one of his guests that he didn’t “care a tinker’s damn about that”. That comment prompted me to delve into that old saying as to its real or intended meaning.

Thanksgiving has come and gone. Part of my family was here, along with some close friends. After eating lunch, the men, sat in recliners and lazily looked at their phones, talked and maybe took a nap.

Years ago we sent our son Mark a professional digital camera for his early Christmas present. Since he isn’t a photographer, he has spent a lot of time learning how to use it.

My Facebook feed reminded me that, exactly 12 years ago, I was considering buying palazzo pants. I found this astonishing because just that day I had been looking at palazzo pants, and I had not mentioned it to Facebook— or anyone else, except my husband, Peter.