Your New Year’s “To Do” List

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Alternate Title:  Your New Year’s What NOT “To Do” List!

Like a lot of folks raised in the South, Mama had some STRONG beliefs about what you could or could NOT do on New Year’s Day.

And baby, we all knew to cooperate- or ELSE!

In fact, one of my dearest friends, Gloria, calls me every New Year’s Eve to make sure that she is, as she laughingly states, “compliant.”

Compliant?

So typical of a Healthcare Exec 🙂

Anyway, without further adieu, Lady G shall now act as your personal New Year’s Compliance Officer for 2016-2017!

Here goes…

What NOT to do on New Years Day:

  1. Wash hair ; you are washing someone out of the family if you do.
  2. Wash clothes; Why? See rule 1. (Just to be safe, she extended that to drying clothes as well).
  3. Have a Christmas tree, including any associated decorations, still on display.
  4. Allow a woman be the first person to enter your home after midnight.
  5. If you are in doubt, please contact me, your personal New Year’s Compliance Officer, in comments before proceeding with most ANY action 🙂

According to Mama,  a violation of any of these rules could lead to death, destruction or worse…

By the way, we’re not done…

You must also prepare/procure and consume:

  1. Green leafy vegetables (Collards, Turnips, Mustards or Kale) to attract foldable money for 2017.
  2. Black-eyed Peas for good luck in the new year; some say they are also good for attracting coins.

In addition, you should also have some money (debit or credit cards will not suffice) in your pocket when the new year arrives.  This ensures that 2017 will not find you…for lack of a better word…BROKE!

Remember, whatever you’re doing when the New Year comes in is what you will likely be doing for the rest of the year!

Uh oh….

I don’t know about you but Lady G shall be praying and meditating!

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And so…

You have been duly warned!

LOL!

Seriously guys, this was all in fun!

But you best believe that I’m hedging my bets by getting in compliance 🙂

Happy New Year !!!

Much love and light to you!

-Lady G 😘💋

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER TACK!!!!!!!

I’d love to hear any superstitions, rituals, habits or traditions that you and your family adhere to for New Years!

*** “The Flowering Vine” will continue next Friday, until then, catch up by going to the category labeled, you guessed it, “The Flowering Vine.” 

 

 

 

An Inconvenient Angel

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Have you ever had a slow moving car pull out in front of you while you were rushing to get somewhere important?

Well, that’s happened to me many times.

GRRRRRRR!!!!!

Ah…but there was this one time that I had to thank my lucky stars for such an encounter!

Picture it…rural Georgia 19??

Lady G, a young mother and graduate student, was driving like a bat out of hell in order to make it to class on time.

I was running, oh I don’t know, 85-ish in a 55 mph kinda situation.

(My brother Tack says I should have been arrested as that was, indeed, ‘reckless driving.’)

Anyway…

I was making pretty good time when, seemingly out of nowhere, this 130 year old man pulled out of a side road onto MY highway!

Yessir!

He was going my way!

Or maybe I was going his way?

Who knows?

Whatever…

Moving on…

Fortunately, I was able to slow down in enough time to avoid rear-ending him.

Trust me, to say I was miffed would be a supreme understatement!

“C’mon Grannypaw!” I shouted.

MOVE!!!!!

Well, apparently he didn’t hear me because he kept right on running about 25 mph.

At that point, I looked at the clock in the dashboard and thought, “I ain’t never gonna make it on time!”

Meanwhile, Grannypaw slowed down to a nice and consistent speed of 23 mph!

Oh, and there was no safe way to pass him!

I was stuck!

Me and Grannypaw!

Well, as my road buddy and I approached the bottom of a hill, I noticed, at the top of the hill, an oncoming speeding car that had crossed over into our lane in order to pass several others at one time.

Of course, Grannypaw was going nowhere near fast enough to be in danger of a collision.

That said, neither was I.

Now, here’s the killing part.

As soon as Grannypaw and I safely cleared that hill, he turned off and drove away!

At that moment, it occurred to me that if it weren’t for my wise, kind, loving, sweet and dear sherpa, I would’ve probably hit that passing car head on!

Can you imagine the damaging impact of two cars running better than 80 mph?!

Game over!

And so…

Today’s advice:  Be thankful for AND ask God to bless people who slow you down…they might be inconvenient angels!

Remember:

Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it! (Hebrews 13:2 NLT)

Oh yeah…and slow down!

Any thoughts?  I’d love to hear them!

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day 2016

Have you ever wanted to be a fly on the wall of a random family at Christmas?

I have!

I guess I’m just nosey like that.

Oh well…

Since I can’t be the fly, I’ve decided that YOU might as well be 😉

Please enjoy a few photos from Christmas eve and Christmas day with Lady G’s Family.

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Look at Mama on the Tree!
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Green tomatoes from Daddy’s Garden
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Mama’s still watching over Daddy
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Lady J snaps green beans
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Snapping done!
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Pinot Grigio for Lady G
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Sir R on NORAD’s website tracking Santa!
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Christmas Pasta 
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Christmas eve is winding down
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Sunlight is starting to slant
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More shadow than light
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Eve turns to night
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Santa? The evening star? Which is it?
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Lady J bakes cookies for Santa
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Lady G bakes cornbread for the dressing 🙂
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We all watch yet another version of “A Christmas Carol!”  Mr. Magoo!
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I can’t look! Frosty’s in jeopardy!
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Granddaddy (Daddy) falling asleep!
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Good night!
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Christmas morning breakfast casserole
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Cornbread dressing
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Macaroni and cheese
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Of course those are ham hocks!
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Sir R starts working on the turkey

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She’s as brown as I am!
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Santa brought Lady J’s favorite game!
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Sir R and Granddaddy (Daddy) assemble Lady J’s dollhouse
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All furnished and complete! A new home for her Little Pet Shop collection
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YAAASSSS!  Time to EAT!

 

Much love and light to you all!

Lady G 😘💋

The Flowering Vine: ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

 

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If you haven’t already, please read parts 1 and 2 to this story 🙂

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

These words, from the well-worn Yuletide ballad, swirled through Leroy’s head, as he weathered the rough ride back to his beloved grandmother, Mary. He’d learned the words of the rhyme while visiting with the little White boys and girls up at old Marse Hatfield’s house; his brothers, sisters and cousins, he’d been told. He’d sat, attentively, at the feet of Marse’s wife, along with the rest of the children as she’d served up the sonnet with almost as much spirit and spice as the ceramic cup of egg nog that had sat warmly in the palms of his hands.

Now, however, he could only remember the first stanza and so recited it to himself, in a vain effort to take his mind off of the fact that he was now riding roughly, albeit speedily, back to the location of his injured grandma. He held on for dear life, in the back of the buckboard of the kindly couple who’d seen fit to stop; and who had, after listening to his plight, offered their able assistance.

He guided them directly back to where his grandmother and Bernard were waiting. The lady gathered her long skirt and leaped from the wagon. As she rushed over and kneeled down to tend to Mary, she directed the man to “take them boys and bring back help. Bring Doc McCoo!” And with those words, the man hustled Leroy and Bernard into the wagon, then barked a hoarse “YA!” to his mule, and away they went; dashing down the dirt road; churning up a whirlwind of dust as they did so.

The lady who had stayed with Mary, laid her hands upon the injured leg; an action which Mary later related, “eased the pain mightily”. She’d stated, in a later recounting of the events, that the lady was “a gifted woman, a healer”. After what seemed, to Mary, like an eternity, she felt, more than heard, the rumble of wagons coming down the road, “Thank ya Lawd”, she whispered silently, and faded into a state of, not unwelcome, unconsciousness.

When Mary awakened, she found herself in a strange home, staring at blurred human forms milling about. Doc McCoo’s yellow, be-spectacled face slowly came into focus. “Mary”, he said, in his slow, deep, mellow voice, “you’ve taken a bad spill; broken your femu… uh, uh, your thigh bone. You’re going to have to stay here at the home of these kind people for a few weeks. You can’t be moved. We had a time setting your thigh bone. The muscles in your leg had contracted, like a cramp.” Mary listened intently.

“I had to call for the bonesetter from town to assist me. He had to close up his blacksmithy shop to come help us, and still it took the help of Mr. Babe and your neighbors here, to help me straighten that leg out. You have some strong muscles lady!” Doc McCoo made this last statement while shaking his head, in awe of Mary’s strength.

“I thought I would have to use ether or laudanum on you, so you wouldn’t remember the pain, but Ma Hallie here” he said while gesturing towards the lady who’d sat with Mary until help had come, then continued, “must have had some kind of a soothing effect on you, because you didn’t whimper or moan, neither on the wagon ride up here nor whilst we were setting that leg bone”.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Mary could hear Doc McCoo, giving further instructions for her continued care, to the owners of the home; the home that would be her “hospital room” for the next two weeks. She heard him say something about “laudanum” and “splints”, but her main thoughts were on the fact that Christmas was a week away. “What am I gonna do ‘bout them children?” she asked herself, “They gone be ‘spectin sumthin in they stockings on Christmas Day”.

The purpose for Mary’s trip into town had been to try to pick up extra “wash work” from some of the White ladies there, so she’d have enough money to put something other than pecans and hickory nuts, in her children’s and grandchildren’s Christmas stockings. Now her plans were derailed. “Jim can’t do no wash, that’s ‘woman’s work’, she thought. “Besides, he got his hands full, looking after the children and working the farm and such”.

Lula had moved away with a man named Edwards, after Bernard had been born. Mary had been the only hope of a “merry” Christmas for her children and grandchildren. “Lawd, please let ‘Sandy Claus’ be real this Christmas”, she prayed silently; hopelessly.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.” Leroy recited the only words that he could remember from the poem, while standing before the fireplace; staring at the empty stockings hanging there; holding little Bernard’s hand. “Tomorrow”, he thought to himself, “tomorrow”, then trudged off to bed, “in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there”.

The next day, Christmas day, looked promising and bright! The orange glow of the morning sun was just starting to fill the sky. Leroy jumped up and awakened Bernard. They dashed to the fireplace, where the stockings hung limply! Slowly, expectantly, nervously, Leroy reached out to feel for the contents of the stockings, but felt nothing. The stockings, which had been hung by the chimney with such care, were empty.

Down the road, a mile or two…Mary wept.

To be continued…

 

Mama’s On The Tree!

 

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My Mama

2016 marks the 5th Christmas without Mama.

So, as you might imagine, this can be a very difficult time of year for me, my brother, and my kids-not to mention my Dad who misses her terribly.

Of course, the first Christmas without her was extremely difficult as she had not been long gone.

Oh yes loves, please believe, that first Christmas, Lady G was a hot mess!

You see, Mama loved Christmas and she adored Christmas Carols!

And because those freaking Christmas Carols were being played EVER-Y-WHERE, a hot mess got even hot messier!

Let me affirm that it was not unusual, that year, for Lady G to find herself running out of Publix with snot and tears flowing North, South, East and West!

Maybe ‘mess’ is NOT the best word to describe the resulting mayhem!

Anyway…

No matter where I went, I was forced to listen to all of her favorites, including:

“Merry Christmas Baby” by Otis Redding

“Please come home for Christmas” by Charles Brown

“The Christmas Song” by Nat King Cole

“Everyday will be like a Holiday” by William Bell

“Christmas just ain’t Christmas” by the O’Jays

“Santa Claus is comin’ to town” by The Jackson Five

“Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer” by The Temptations

And of course, the ‘Tempting Tempts’ version of “Silent Night.”

Baby, every time I heard one of these little ditties, I melted in tears like Frosty!

And so…

One day, after the 78th Christmas carol meltdown, I went shopping for some holiday decorations when…lo and behold…there appeared Mama in the form of a beautiful Black Christmas Angel!

Y’all, I think I trampled some folks in my haste to grab that Mama-esque heavenly body!!!!!

Best believe I grabbed her, purchased her, took her home, place her atop my Christmas tree and proclaimed:

“Look at Mama on the tree!”

And from that Christmas to this one, Mama sits proudly on the tree watching over us all!

Christmas has been pretty good ever since!

Merry Christmas to you all!

With Love,

Lady G 😘💋

 

 

P.S. I still have to wear headphones at the store in order to keep my composure!

 

Real Good Food: Brussels Sprouts

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So you don’t like Brussels spouts?

Well I’ll bet you’d like these!

No?

LOL!!

Okay….

What if I added something extra?

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Aww c’mon….open your mind to some real good food!

By the way, the Brussels spouts shown here came from the frozen aisle!

Lady G cooked them earlier this week 🙂

From FROZEN!

Can you believe that?

Yeah, sometimes I buy frozen because I often wait too long to cook fresh veggies and they end up going bad.

So…I buy them frozen and cook them just as I would if they were fresh.

YAAASSS!

When are y’all coming over to eat?

Have a wonderful week!

Love and light to you!

Lady G

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The Flowering Vine: Thank You

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In today’s installment of The Flowering Vine, we find Ma Hallie (Mother’s maternal Aunt) talking about a situation that she and her brother Babe had encountered earlier that day.  

Note:  Mother’s side of the family would often add the terms “Ma” or “Pa” to the first names of older relatives.  

Here, Ma Hallie refers to her brother as Babe, but, Mother would have referred to him as Pa Babe just as she referred to her aunt Hallie as Ma Hallie.

 

Lord, y’all….. me an’ Babe done had us a day to-DAY!

Whew!

You know we had to go out Clayton way this mornin’?

Well when we was comin’ out from out there we run up on this l’il White boy in the woods lookin’ for somebody to help his granmamma.

He say they was in a accident an’ his granmamma done hurt her leg an’ can’t move.

Cos’ Babe told the boy to get on up in the Buggy so he could lead us to her.

Allie, I tell you, this li’l boy warn’t no older than Annie Maude and Ted but he led us right on through them woods to where his granmamma was.

Chile, Babe hadn’t even stopped good when that po’ creeter jumped down out that buggy an’ ran over to a colored ‘oman layed out on the ground wit’ another  li’l boy huddled up ‘gainst her.

The other li’l boy was colored too!

God….Y’all…that thang know it confounded the devil outta me!

I couldn’t make no sense out it!

Cos’ I didn’t say nothin’…..that warn’t the time.

I jus’ wonder where she got da li’l White boy from?

Uhmm!

Jesus!

Anyway, she looked to be pretty bad off an’ we ain’t had no time to waste.

So, I looked at Babe an’ told him to go ‘head on an’ take dem boys to get help cause I knew this was gon’ be mo’ than a notion.

By time Babe pulled off, I looked up to the sky an’ said, “Lord, this ‘oman in a bad way, she got li’l chillun an’ she need you Jesus.”

Then I got on my knees …right ‘side her…put ma hands on her leg and said my scriptures:

By His stripes, you are healed.

By His stripes, you are healed.

By His stripes, you are healed.

Y’all I done that near ’bout the whole time.

Next thang I know, Babe done pulled up wit’ somebody….say he gon’ take care of everything.

Elvy…Allie…y’all…when I went to get up, that ‘oman grabbed hold my hand an’ look me dead in my eyes Jesus!

She held me there for the longest time…

Jus’ lookin’!

Ain’t said a word!

Then… she went on an’ let me go.

Babe say it seem like she done that to tell me “Thank you.”

I thought ’bout what he said.

So I whispered– where only God could hear me–

“You welcome.”

 

 

Imaginary Germany

Come join me in my ‘imaginary’ Germany!

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Imaginary Germany Somewhere in ‘Germany’

Alright, I’ll admit that the picture above was NOT taken in Germany-at least not the real Germany.  Of course, If you are familiar with the flora and fauna native to Germany then you probably already knew that. Now, if you feel that I led you astray, please accept my apologies.  Maybe I can make it up to you later.  So, with that said, I hope that you will indulge me a little bit and join me here as I tell you about my imaginary Germany.  

Now, you might be wondering why I created an imaginary Germany.  Well, in order to answer that question,  I’ll need to offer a bit of background.  By the way, now is a great time to go get a beverage to enjoy while I regale you with this nostalgic tale.  Anyway, when I was a little girl, my dad used to tell…

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Belief in Coincidence?

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Do you believe in coincidences?

I do.

And then again I don’t.

Say what Lady G?

Ok, I’ll admit that I have mixed feelings about the term ‘coincidence.’

I find it too sterile.

Seems too scientific.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Science, it has always been one of my favorite subjects.

However, at times, I find that discipline’s lens to be a bit myopic.

Simply put, human connection, in reality, occurs on a Universal realm that is ever so complex, and thus, cannot be reliably replicated through research.

Having said that, several years ago I read a book entitled When God Winks  by Squire Rushnell.

That book validated my own thoughts about ‘coincidence’ and ‘synchronicity.’

Rushnell refers to these as winks from God.

You gotta love that!

Anyway…

I’ve experienced  MANY ‘winks’ from God relative to bloggers that I follow.

The most recent one was with Kim from “Peace, Love and Patchouli.”

Here’s how it went down.

My daughter, Lady J, was selected to act as one of the narrators for her school’s Christmas play.

Her teachers instructed us to dress her in all black so as not to be a distraction from the play actors.

Well, Lady J and I hatched a plan to jazz that thing up!

Yes, she’d wear black….but not all black!

This elementary fashionista wanted a pop of color!

I agreed!

The morning of the play, I went shopping for a black top with black bottoms.

Got the top.

Got the bottoms.

Done and done.

My last task was to find the perfect colored piece to accentuate her otherwise boring ensemble 😉

Well as soon as I walked into an accessory shop, I spotted a purple hat –replete with all things sparkly!

That was the HAT!

SOLD!

Fast forward…

After getting back home and settling in from my shopping, I turned on my laptop to check messages on the blog and to try to catch up on some reading.

As I scrolled through my feed I happened across Kim’s post “Purple Hat.”

Now, I don’t want to spoil the plot, but I will say that it is a story of great courage!

After I read it, I knew that I had chosen the perfect hat for a little girl who would need to be brave enough to stand before an auditorium filled with people to narrate a play.

So I told Lady J the story of Kim’s purple hat and she loved it!

Fast forward some more…

Later that night Lady J ripped it while wearing a purple hat in Kim’s honor!

YAAASSSS!

I hope that you will read “Purple Hat.”

And I pray that it brings you as much warmth and motivation as it has brought us!

Thanks Kim for telling your story 🌹

Much love and light to you all!

Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Lady G 😘💋

Remember, God winks!

PS:  Forgive the typos, Lady G is still recovering 🙂