Oh, My!!

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When we drove in the road to see the old house where I was born, my first reaction was “Oh, my!!” The place was unrecognizable. It was so overgrown with weeds that you could barely see the front porch. The yard was not mowed and it appeared to be in a state of disrepair. My mind quickly raced to the days when everything was trimmed and neat. The house was painted and the garden planted. It is heartbreaking to see how things have changed in fifty years.

Drove past our old house today hoping to gather some memories

Quickly realized that memories were all that remained

Nothing appeared as I remembered // everything had changed

Weeds wrapped the house like a blanket

The yard had disappeared swallowed up by the woods

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My friend Henry and me ready for school!

De Jackson at d’Verse asked us to write a poem of 44 words that included the word quick (or a form of it) for Quadrille Monday. Nothing ever stays the same as you can see by my house then and now!

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Hiding in My Shell

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Most of us experience depression from time to time. Some of us have suffered from deep depression that steals our joy and turns it into deep sadness. This is not just those who have PTS. It happens to new mothers, teens, married couples, working people, and seniors.  The good news is that it can be treated. For some it includes medication and counseling. We are just realizing how important treatment is in this country. Until we provide adequate treatment and help for depression, we are going to see violence and suicide rise. If you suffer from depression. Talk to someone who has the skills to help you through.

Depression

This pain

Deeper than anything

I’ve ever know

Envelops my being

Overwhelming my soul,

Consuming my spirit

Destroying all desire to live.

Quicksand sucks me down

Drawing me into the darkness…

Wanting nothing

Giving nothing…

Just that feeling of loneliness

That never goes away.

Hopeless and helpless

My joy turns to a great sadness

Pumping through my veins

Like a long stemmed rose

Long dead….only the thorns remain

Scratching my soul with each beat

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Rest in Peace My Friend

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My good friend and former boss died this past week. It was very sad to hear the news. He was a great person to work for and a great person to learn from. Those of us who loved him will miss him greatly. This is my tribute to him as I reflect on my experiences with him.

 

Bunky

Friend brother and boss

Hardworking hard driving visionary

Always looking at the bigger picture

Seeing things many could not comprehend

Organizer manager salesman

Making things work no matter what

Loyal to friends big hearted caring

Church builder engineer and architect

Got things done made things happen

Project planner a stickler for detail

A lifetime of experience a lifetime of stories

Always accompanied by a big hearty laugh

Old school in his thinking rubbed some the wrong way

Cultural attitudes carried over from childhood

Loved singing in the choir

Amazing Betty Jo survived the both of us

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Never too busy to laugh and talk with his employees

Sent Mr. Ed for biscuits from Oak Level Café

Ask him a question he had an answer

Usually a very good one

Ask him about his past and he would spin a yarn a mile long

Tales of farming and raising chickens

Hunting and a still down by Pig Bottom creek

Crop dusting close calls

Working for Heinz Pickles in the cucumber business

Stories of pulling tusks out of hogs

Running a convenience store in Nashville

Stories of seeing Celia at Red Oak school

for the very first time

Knowing right then

She was the cutest little girl he had ever seen

Losing his sense of taste in the Chemistry Lab

at Red Oak High School

Marrying young and lived upstairs in his parents’ house

Eating mama’s biscuits sopped with molasses

Made a meal a feast

Riding with son Chris on the biggest Ford tractor in Nashville

Letting Chris drive it in the field when he was very young

Almost too small to reach the peddles

looking like it was driving itself

Stories of the little church on Clinton Court

Sunday evenings singings that never stopped

He and Celia going with Marvin and Betty Jo

to Hardies for ice cream after church

Implanting the vision to build Englewood Assembly

Drawing the plans and seeing it come about

as everyone joined in

Investing his money into the project to help make it happen

Meeting Augustine and his crew for the first time

as the sheetrock was going up

A mutual relationship that lasted many years

as they continued to help each other

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Proud of his girls Tammy and Terri

who stepped in to help

when the business was in a crunch

When folks had a need he often stepped in to help

Bunky was not perfect

He was not a saint

He was like all the rest of us

Saved by the grace of God

Made perfect in his sight

Rest in peace my friend!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Losing Touch…The Point of No Return

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He was wondering across the checkout lanes

At the local Super Wal-Mart

With a look of concern on his face

As he looked across the carts

 

He was unaware of his condition.

His pants were soaked and soiled

His only concern was to find his wife…

And surely she would come through soon

 

As I watched him move from lane to lane

My heart went out to this man

Who seemed not to know the state he was in

But had only one plan

 

I asked him if I could be of help

He said he didn’t think so

She would be coming through very soon.

And he wandered on down the row

 

I went to find a manager

Who could help him find his wife

But when we returned he had vanished

He was nowhere in sight

 

I still think about the old man not much older than myself

And wonder if he found her

And what it must be like

Not to know who you are

 

I cried many tears as I recalled

The empty look, the lack of concern

Unaware of the condition he was in

And for the mind that had grown dim

 

I wonder if I too will reach

That point of no return

The place where my only concern will be

Just to find the one I love

Losing Touch   …The Point of No Return

 

He was wondering across the checkout lanes

At the local Super Wal-Mart

With a look of concern on his face

As he looked across the carts

 

He was unaware of his condition.

His pants were soaked and soiled

His only concern was to find his wife…

And surely she would come through soon

 

As I watched him move from lane to lane

My heart went out to this man

Who seemed not to know the state he was in

But had only one plan

 

I asked him if I could be of help

He said he didn’t think so

She would be coming through very soon.

And he wandered on down the row

 

I went to find a manager

Who could help him find his wife

But when we returned he had vanished

He was nowhere in sight

 

I still think about the old man not much older than myself

And wonder if he found her

And what it must be like

Not to know who you are

 

I cried many tears as I recalled

The empty look, the lack of concern

Unaware of the condition he was in

And for the mind that had grown dim

 

I wonder if I too will reach

That point of no return

The place where my only concern will be

Just to find the one I love

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