Thursday, November 6, 2008

HELLO THURSDAY

Can't post much today.
I am traveling.
Ann, Ellie, Luke and I are headed for Evergreen. I plan to take plenty of pictures and perhaps post from there. Otherwise, I won't be writing anything until next week.
In the meantime,
November continues to be beautiful here in North Alabama.
The weather is so nice.
Ann just called - she's about to pick me up!
Gotta run!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Day After the Elections


So this is the progress my trees are making. This one in the front yard is so slow about turning. See what I mean? It's still mostly green. I want my trees to be golden when everyone else's is. Some around town take my breath away.


This Sugar Maple is doing better, but the leaves appear dry.
Still, it's turning, but not like some I've seen.

I think this is my best one.

I'm going to google it and see why some Sugar Maples have better color than others.

I'm thinking water, soil, sun.

I'm starting to think it's something in the soil - because in my neighborhood there are other trees, all ages, and they have similar water conditions and sunlight but are showing healthier leaves and color. It's got to be minerals in the soil. I'll google it.

I did vote for John McCain, applauding Sarah Palin as his running mate. Of course I regret the outcome - but empathize with the passion of those who see the world the way Barack Obama sees it. I strongly disagree with him regarding abortion, taxes, government involvement, national security, and probably so many more issues. I now know that there is a community in the United States which strongly believes that socialism is the best form of government. I never knew that until now. Tragic that we would be willing to toss aside Democracy and the morals of it which are based on the laws of the One True God. Our country is treading on ground so dangerous we cannot comprehend it. I believe that.

How do I feel this morning?

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand; All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace. In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood, Support me in the whelming flood. When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh may I then in Him be found. Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.

The following scripture from God's word tells us about His sovereignty.

Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth. Psalm 57:11 and Ps. 108:5

O Lord, Our Lord How majestic is Your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. The Lord is exalted over all the nations, His glory above the heavens. Psalm 148:13

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him were seraphs, each with six wings. With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another: "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord Almighty. The whole earth is full of His glory" Isaiah 6: 1-3

After this I looked, and there before me was a door standing open in heaven.

....there before me was a throne in heaven...with one sitting there who had the appearance of jasper and carnelian... around the throne were four living creatures having six wings. Day and night they never stop saying: "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come."

Whenever the living creatures give glory, honor and thanks to Him who sits on the throne and who lives forever and ever, the twenty-four elders fall down before Him who sits on the throne, and worship Him who lives forever and ever. They lay their crowns before the throne and say:

"You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for You created all things, and by Your will they were created and have their being." Revelations 4: 1,2,3,6,8,9-11

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election Day

Guess what? I don't have time to post because I need to go vote!



In Christ, Our Liberty

We bind ourselves in freedom's chains; The cross has set us free.
God's anvil forged each link with love, In Christ, our liberty.

Tho' creeds and laws imposed by pow'r May mock equality,
Our trust in Christ and Christ alone Will keep our spirits free.

We have no need of priest or king To intercede for souls;
To live for Christ our covenant, To die to self our goal.

His call to us is servanthood, Not false humility.
Until we die to love of self, We are not truly free.

Now free in Christ it's time to stand, It's time to stand and cry
That freedom will not live beyond Our willingness to die.


God told his chosen people, when they were exiled:

"Seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the LORD for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper." Jeremiah 29:7


Abraham Lincoln's address, at the Great Western Depot in Springfield, Illinois, to his community of friends, after he was elected President and was leaving for Washington, D.C., February 11, 1861:

"My friends, no one, not in my situation, can appreciate my feeling of sadness at this parting. To this place, and the kindness of these people, I owe everything. Here I have lived a quarter of a century, and have passed from a young to an old man. Here my children have been born, and one is buried. I now leave, not knowing when, or whether ever, I may return, with a task before me greater than that which rested upon Washington. Without the assistance of the Divine Being who ever attended him, I cannot succeed. With that assistance I cannot fail. Trusting in Him who can go with me, and remain with you, and be everywhere for good, let us confidently hope that all will yet be well. To His care commending you, as I hope in your prayers you will commend me, I bid you an affectionate farewell."

Sunday, November 2, 2008

SUNDAY NOVEMBER 2, 2008


It's been a week since I've written in my blog.

Ellie on Friday night before we went Trick or Treating.

Luke, Train Conductor

Luke and Ellie

Again.


After Trick or Treating. Ann helping with the candy.

Ellie beginning to enjoy the Candy.

Luke loving his candy.

It was a great Halloween Night. One of the best ones I've enjoyed, ever - including all my childhood memories - thanks to the neighbors on our street. They really had the community spirit. At most houses, 2 adults were sitting in front of their door ready to hand out candy - or an older child or teenager - and the houses were decorated very creatively. There were so many people and cars bumper to bumper, but moving at a snail's pace. Charlie, Ann, and I walked with Ellie and Luke while Steve drove the car, following us down the very long street. Steve has such a funny, hilarious sense of humor and he had me so tickled about everything. Ellie and Luke have not been exposed to really scary characters - so at some houses they had to get past some scary stuff to get the candy. We didn't know if it was worth it to them - we said over and over, "It's just pretend, it's not real!". I bet we said that a thousand times. At one house we walked up and there was a strobe light/black light situation going on. Ann, Charlie and I were trying to communicate - Ellie and Luke were freaking out - and the visual effects were really weird - BUT we got the candy and got the Heck out of there. :-) It was all funny and fun.

Before we went T or T'ing - I had made Taco/Santa Fe Soup(as had everyone else in Scottsboro, judging by the congestion on the bean aisle at Wal-Mart that morning. We needed a State Trooper to direct traffic.) We ate dinner and then went out.

Following the outing - We all came back to the house - ate Candy - Ellie wanted to spend the night - she did. Steve took Luke home - and Ann ended up staying with us also - so she could retrieve Ellie first thing in the morning.

On Saturday, Charlie was into Auburn Football, Steve was into Georgia Football - so Ann and I drove, with the kids, to Huntsville - to window shop - we had no money to spend. We did spend a little - but it was beautiful drive and beautiful day - and we took it slow and Ellie and Luke seemed to enjoy it.

Today, Sunday, after church, again, Ann, Steve, Luke and Ellie and myself drove to G'ville State Park, the Lodge Restaurant - to eat lunch. Charlie had to prepare for trials and couldn't take the time. Leaves are gorgeous - too beautiful for words - my tree which I've shown on my blog is still not turned. There is a hint of turning. Mine are always slow. I don't know why. I'll take pictures this week and post them to update progress.

Ellie and Luke after lunch. There was a playground. Luke is still wearing his conductor's hat. He wore it all day, following church.

That's all. There's a lot on my mind this week. The church - the body of Christ. Praying for God to convict believers - to bring mature believers and believing church leaders to repentance - to not let us be lukewarm - to not let us be complacent - to not bow the knee to our idols - to not listen to the world but to be true true true salt and light in the world. That we would go before God who lives in and through us and trust Him for truth.

Our country is on my mind. Our culture is perverted and denying God and there are idols on every corner. We kill unborn babies and disrespect the aging adults. We overspend to acquire stuff and encourage the overspending. Churches deny the power of God's word, and the truth of God's word - and neglect the destitute. Churches have bought into the message of the world, rather than the opposite.

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven. Luke 5: 13-16

That hasn't happened in the United States. Our culture, more than ever before, is filled with mega churches, with programs and gimmicks and techniques and systems to "grow a church and make it big". Marketing schemes have been applied to any church or leader who will buy into it. But Christianity isn't salting our culture. It isn't lighting up our world. We're killing babies and condoning immorality and greed.

My prayer is for God's wisdom, for the leaders in our churches to have broken, yielded hearts...to love God's word. I pray for the Holy Spirit to move in the hearts of men, drawing them to Himself.

In our church we're studying Colossians. Paul wrote in the first chapter, verse 9:

For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of His will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please Him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being stengthened with all power according to His glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light.

Paul wrote this from prison - he was being persecuted for his faith.

It would seem possible that our country is headed into a time when our faith in God, through Christ, will no longer be tolerated. I pray that isn't so. If it is, lukewarm faith will no longer cut it. It never has, really - Christ spoke of it in Revelations. He said,

"To the angel of the church in Laodicea write: These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God's creation. I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm-neither hot nor cold-I am about to spit you out of my mouth. You say, 'I am rich: I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.' But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see. Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline, so be earnest, and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on His throne. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches." Revelations 3:14-22

I've told God many many times - show me my sin - bring me to repentance - break my heart - reveal to me my idols - empower me to let go - I want Him to be God of my heart and life. I do not want to be lukewarm. It's so hard to tell, in a lukewarm world - but now it's a cold world to the things of God - Lukewarm believers won't survive it. He has to be Lord of our lives - Lord of everything.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


4 More Days Until Halloween,
or
Until End of October - Same Thing.

Sunday afternoon Charlie and I went to Huntsville to see a matinee and then walked an hour around the Bridge Street Town Centre. Following our walk, we went to a second movie. This was all to celebrate our anniversary. We had planned to eat out, but we love popcorn at the movie, so that was our meal, along with two movies instead of one. We went to the Monaco Theatre. The first movie we saw was SECRET LIFE of BEES. I've read the book and was anxious to see the movie. Both the movie and the book are so good - a great read and an entertaining movie. Good acting. Jennifer Hudson, Dakota Fanning, Queen Latisha (correction - it's Queen Latifah {:-)})and the musician whose name I can't remember. I don't know the other names, but it was good. The second movie we saw upstairs in the Prive - Charlie and I didn't know what to expect "upstairs" and we laugh at ourselves in those situations. We aren't "cool" nor are we "sophisticated". We are not "street smart" in a wealthy adult sense of the word. We don't get out a whole lot, by choice and by economics. So we laugh at ourselves. We are somewhat clumsy in those situations - we have to ask a lot of questions - Upstairs wasn't that much better than downstairs. But it was nice and the seats are VERY VERY comfortable. The popcorn tasted better than usual - maybe it was my imagination. So... we saw DUCHESS with Kiera Knightly. It was good - but very sad to me. Such a troubled marriage and impossible love and the tension of a mother's heart - there were 3 painful emotions acted out very well - It was based on a true story which I knew nothing about - so I googled it all the next day. Interesting.


Found this picture of Bridge Street - gives one an idea of the area



Another picture I found online - Bridge Street at night - at Christmas. Anyway, it gives an idea.

Back to our walk around Bridge Street - the temperature was very pleasant - not too cold. There was an older man playing a guitar and singing Blues very well. He was so good. Charlie and I sat on a bench for a little bit to listen. Not many people sat to listen. He should have had a large audience. Around him in on the "plaza"? or "walkway"? were strewn hoola hoops. They were not his - but I suppose it was an activity for whomever. NO - I didn't hoola hoop - but there were a few children who were doing that. I really really had the urge to pick one up and try it. What it reminded me of was more October memories -



This is how we all looked. We did this very hard, very fast, with a determination to keep it up. I found this picture online also - I googled Hoola Hoop Rage in the Fifties - All kinds of articles came up.
So - I'm a kid - and in those days the PTA had fundraisers which included a Halloween Carnival at the Evergreen City School. I don't know what year this started, nor do I remember when it ended. If Mother was alive and could write or post on a blog - she would probably just spell out loud groans. I've heard her recall all the very hard work it involved, and the event was so much helter skelter - usually hot - not cold on Halloween or whatever night it was scheduled. Not to mention that the mother's children STILL wanted to go Trick or Treating. There were usually events in the auditorium which involved some sort of performance - a school play - maybe speeches - I'm not sure - I know there were drawings and give-a-ways. I won a rake, once, from one of our Hardware stores. Only thing I've ever won. I was so excited. Daddy walked me up to get it. I loved winning that - anything. Anyway, every classroom was "something". Like a cakewalk, a go fishing booth, a haunted house - fortune telling - other games to pay to win something - or activities to pay to participate in - And kids and parents running around everywhere - like a swarm of bees.
Back to the hoola hoop. I remember the Hoola Hoop contest we had on the lawn in front of the school. I tried that. Gave my things to Daddy to hold, while I walked up to compete. I was sure I could win!!! But I didn't. I can still see the night, Daddy standing there, patiently waiting - and my confidence to take home the prize. So confused when I didn't. Didn't see that coming.
It's funny how in so many of my memories Daddy is standing to the side - patient, enduring - walking through these "little girl" events - taking me by the hand, walking me away -
My image of Mom in those Carnival memories is that she looked tired and somewhat stressed. They always had food down in the lunchroom. The lunchroom in the City School was down a long flight of very wide stairs. Bottom of the stairs, take a left, through double doors, and you're in the low ceilinged lunchroom. I hated those smells all those six years. Lunch was never good to me. Anyway, at the carnival, that's where we went to buy food - and I'm thinking hot dogs. I saw Mother in the back serving food - and that's my image of her looking very busy and very tired. I really couldn't talk to her because she was working so hard.
Later years she and I would recall those days and get so tickled about all the stress for her compared to how the kids were so excited about it all - and the trick or treating. Had to do that. We loved it. And then the battle of the candy.
When I was a Mom of small children, we did all of that. At Caldwell - we had carnivals - I wasn't as much of a player in the event as Mom had been. I had 4 children and Sarah and Kate were babies when Ann and Laura Beth were in elementary - I don't know - I just know that I was free to walk them around the school - Charlie actually was a worker one year. He was in the dunking booth. Sarah and Kate were sooooo upset when they saw him go in the water. I had to get them out of there.
I see so much other stuff in my head, but I think I want to wind down the Halloween memories.
There was one year, in the Fifth Grade, I had to be a scarecrow in a play at the carnival.
I'll say this - it was a costume put together just like all my other costumes. There was no going to Wal-Mart and buying a costume. I've already told you about the first year when I was a cowboy. Another year I was a Gypsy. Those were easy to make. Mom's jewelry, scarves, long skirts, makeup. Ghosts were a cinch. Put an old sheet over the child - cut holes for the eyes and mouth - and there's a ghost. I never got to be that princess, like my friend in the first grade. I really don't remember all the characters I was. I think I was probably a witch one year. Those were the fifties - and we just never saw that as a real spiritual problem - being "stuff" like that. It was all about convenience and what we had around the house. I certainly didn't think it conflicted with God, who was ever present there. Even though I wasn't a true believer yet, He seemed all around me. He dominated in my life, big time.
Anyway, it all got complicated later when we began to analyze all that stuff - and raising kids - Halloween or Santa Claus? Safe Alternatives? Call it Harvest Fest - but it still feels like Halloween. We live in small town Alabama - and know the folks where our children trick or treat. Who lets their small children go to dangerous places? Anyway -
Our Culture certainly evolves, doesn't it?
Halloween/October Memories.
Welcome November.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

The Best October Memory

Here we are nearing the end of October. Doesn't time go by so quickly? This is the part of October when I want to beg for more. I'm not ready for it to end. I haven't gotten nearly enough done during my energized, creative month. I'm going to get lost in the rush and fading of November. I haven't posted all my October memories!

I know one year when I was glad to see the end of October. It was 1979. My wedding date was set for October 27th. The days couldn't go by fast enough for me. We were married on Saturday, so this is my anniversary weekend. But this year it falls on Monday - Question: Is today the anniversary, since it's Saturday, or is Monday. I think both.

That weekend was so exciting!! I left B'ham, where I was working, and traveled to Evergreen on Thursday, October 25th.

The engagement period had been very brief. Charlie proposed sometime in May or June - I forget - and the wedding was in October. Things weren't nearly as elaborate back then. I know Mom and I had one tense discussion over the phone, long distance, which cleared the air about expenses. She was so nervous about that. I remember her saying that all of her friends had told her that no matter what one did, there was no way to do a wedding for less than $1000.00! Imagine that! She had resigned herself to that amount. I remember that my dress cost $400.00 and it was on sale. That was rather costly back then for a dress - so I think we went over budget on that one.

Anyway, I traveled to Evergreen on Thursday. Mom had not opened any of the gifts for me which had accumulated at Boykin's jewelry store and the local hardware store. In 1979, most hardware stores had a "fine gifts" department. Small town, small businesses, family owned. I arrived in Evergreen, and Mother had a small "party" of family to watch me open my gifts. It was so much fun. I had had 3 parties given by friends in B'ham - but the parties in Evergreen were zero. 28 was rather "old", in 1979, to be getting married. I suppose everyone assumed I'd moved on to my new life. Anyway, arriving in Evergreen on Thursday the 25th was wonderful and I do remember that ride. The weather was beautiful - all the dynamics of my life were in place and I was soaring.

So - I opened my gifts - they were all towering in Mother's dining room. I think Mary Ann was there. She was working in Montgomery - so I can't remember if she was able to take Thursday off. Seems like she did. Back then, folks still gave sterling silver flatware. I was delighted each time I opened the long, thin box. Charlie's parents had given us 2 place settings of our Gorham Chantilly Sterling Silver. My hands were shaking when I opened that gift. I could tell by the shape of the box, what it was. My Uncle Halbert, in turn, gave us a place setting of Chantilly, plus he gave me Grandmother's dessert forks which were in the Chantilly pattern. My grandmother, Ella, gave me some of her pieces of Chantilly. I loved all of that. I had registered only for fine china and the sterling. I knew folks, in 1979, would gift me with the everyday stuff if I registered for it - so I wanted to only register for the fine china - I could see ahead and knew that life would get daily and get very practical. I could always get everyday dinnerware for myself and everyday flatware for myself. When are the elegant things ever a priority? So, the party was so much fun. Again, if I had a scanner, I'd show pictures.

Charlie arrived in Evergreen on Friday. So did other members of the Northcutt family who had moved away. My closest cousin, Rachel, was due any minute with her first child. She was living in Mississippi. She couldn't even be at the wedding. Joel Ward McAllister was born on November 6, 1979. The rehearsal dinner was that evening at a local banquet spot - it's Evergreen - Charlie's parents had a wonderful dinner for us. On Saturday all my aunts hosted a luncheon for the "Out of town guests".I didn't attend that luncheon. I was the bride, therefore, had to be at home preparing for my wedding - at 2:00 p.m. The morning of the 27th when I woke up - I thought, "It's my wedding day!" I went into the dining area where Mother had displayed all my gifts-(a custom which has faded - people would even come by to see 'the displayed gifts') I picked up the one cereal bowl which I had been given - in my Lenox China - and a coffee cup and saucer - and I ate breakfast using my fine china.

Wewere married at 2:00 pm on October 27, 1979. We honeymooned at Lake Guntersville State Park - which has been a joke to everyone for all these many years. No joke to us. We loved it - It was beautiful and delightful. And easy.

As Charlie and I traveled back to Birmingham where he and I both were working, we realized that the color of the leaves had reached their peak. We've learned that. All of the past 28 years it holds true here in North Alabama. The color is at its best at the very end of October. We are now completing our 29th year of marriage. Wow. Compared to 50 years we're practically newlyweds.


Happy Anniversary to Charlie and Elizabeth!!!

Monday, October 20, 2008

Oh Dear, Ann and Laura Beth Tagged Me




I don't do these things well. I'm supposed to share 7 random and/or weird facts about myself, plus tag 7 more people to do the same thing.




Well, I don't know 7 people who blog other than Ann and Laura Beth's friends, and they've already tagged them. So, I think I will invite anyone who reads my blog to either begin a blog so you can do this - or just post a comment on mine - with your 7 random/weird facts.


1. I eat in multiples. Well, I snack in multiples. Either in 2's, 3's, 5's, or 10's. Or, if it's in portions, as in servings during a meal and dessert, it's 1 1/2. I try to start with a small first portion because I very much want to go back for seconds. So it's 1/2 of the first small whole portion. Back to my snacking. If it's M&Ms I start with 2, then probably add 3 more. Try not to go over 10, but if I do, it's usally 5 more, then another 5. By now I'm at 20 and decide that should be enough. If that's not enough, well, I'm out of control. :-) I need to drink some coffee or beverage to stop the bleeding. :-) Potato chips are usually eaten in 10's. I also look for the ones that are curled over. Who doesn't love a new bag. They have the most curled over ones. Crackers are eaten in 4's or 5's or 6's. I know that, officially, 6 crackers are equivalent to a slice of bread. So, I start with 4, then if need be I add 1 more, then if it really needs to be, I add one more. Then my brain registers that I've just eaten one slice of bread. There are all kinds of weird rules like that that I've made for myself. Those are just a smidgen of them.

2. I have had 4 c-sections, and I am not glad. I regret not experiencing childbirth the regular way, but I don't have hangups about it. I loved being in the delivery room with Ann and Laura Beth and seeing that miracle. That was a first for me. Never had experienced it. It's unbelievable. I also had planned to deliver with no medication. Go figure! Originally I even wanted to deliver in a tub of water and with dim lights. I'm big into all the natural stuff. Always have been. I've seen 2 of my daughters deliver with epidurals. I highly recommend that. Can't imagine delivering without an epidural. ugh. I applaud the whole epidural thing now. And it doesn't hurt. It only helps. except in very very rare cases. I say, "GET AN EPIDURAL". Since I didn't have an epidural for the first delivery, I had to be put to sleep for that first C-Section but was awake, via epidural, for the next 3 C-Sections. I was 29 when my first baby was born and 36 when my 4th baby was born. One other regret: I wanted 6 children. Always did. Still wish I had the other 2.

3. I've had 2 phobias in my lifetime - almost dibilitating - which is what makes it a phobia - right? ONE: Frogs TWO: Throwing Up. I'm pretty much "healed" of the second one. I can only say that I'm a lot better with the Frog fear, but not much. I'll say this about phobias and fears - they are a prison and I have prayed a lot about it. I don't care to "own" them, not at all. The frog thing is really bad. I have frog radar and always have my detectors up and running. Lizards and snakes are a close second but they are not the phobia that frogs are.

4. I played the drums in high school, but that isn't news anymore. I was a majorette for one year. That isn't news either.

5. I love, love, love being outside in my yard. It feels like when I was a kid, playing outside. That's what I love about working in my yard - but the frog thing is a problem - I used to not have them, but the frog community is beginning to discover that my yard is rather userfriendly. ugh. Mostly the green tree frogs - freaks me out. And I love for my backporch to be clean and I can sit out there. The weather can't be too cold or I won't enjoy it. Spring and Fall are the best.

6. I began college at Huntingdon College in Montgomery, AL. My major was Art. Then I transferred to Auburn University and majored in Graphic Design. I got a BFA from there. I should have majored in Fine Arts but didn't. Big regret. My paternal grandmother studied art and music at Judson College. My paternal grandfather studied law, but also went to New York to study art. My Daddy's oldest brother studied accounting at U. of AL but also studied Art in New York - at the New York Academy of Art. My Daddy's second oldest brother majored in Landscape Architecture at Auburn. And Daddy was a musician, graduating from Northwestern University after having studied at the Birmingham Conservatory of Music, B'ham, AL. Point being: the art thing is huge in my genetics - I always say that I didn't get enough talent to make me successful, just enough to make me crazy. And I am sufficiently "wacky", most of the time. :-)
I didn't get the music gene. Sad. Mary Ann got that. I just got a very loud voice which probably gets on peoples' nerves. It would mine.
7. Final Fact: It is nearly impossible for me to answer any question or survey in just a few words - with just one line. Number 4 ended up short, but I've already posted on my blog about that stuff. There's nothing left to say. I'm very wordy with long stories - it can scare people off. Which the blog thing is nice. I can tell my stories and pretend someone is listening. I never have to feel the rejection of someone tuning me out. :-)
Whom do I tag? If you're reading this and haven't been tagged, post a comment with 7 random or little known facts about yourself - Puh-leeeeeze!?