This week has been about making adjustments as needed!
Run time: 5 minutes
Lady G loves YOU!
This week has been about making adjustments as needed!
Run time: 5 minutes
Lady G loves YOU!
“A Family Conversation” is a storytelling audio series that features weekly discussions between blogging cousins LadyG and Ron Brown on current events and featured blog posts.
“My uncle was as cool as a ’65 Thunderbird!”
Yep, that’s precisely how Ron describes my Daddy’s vibe from his younger days as a MP in the United States Air Force.
Folks said he was as cool as a cucumber…
A tall drink of water…
A pretty redbone…
Clearly, LadyG loves a good cliché
All that aside, Ron’s cool uncle tells some awesome tales from his post-military days working on the railroad in the late 1960’s through the late 1990’s.
We invite you to join us in today’s sessions as we talk about Ron’s cool uncle (my Dad) RailroadConductor67’s post, “Santa’s Helper.”
As usual, Ron and I often found ourselves sidetracked!
Our conversation quickly galloped from Lysol to Clorox to wild game to storytelling where it crashed, head on, into Rickie Lee Jones.
But it gets better considering the fact that Rickie Lee wasn’t supposed to be a part of the dialogue.
(Warning, a shift from first to third person is coming up so that I may distance myself from “LadyG”)
Yeah, so, you see, it all started when LadyG went on this tangent about Tommy Lee Jones, whom she thought was named Rickie Lee Jones.
Just so you know, Rickie, the female singer, should NEVER be confused with Tommy, the male actor.
They aren’t even kinda the same.
But of course, LadyG cannot be bothered with “facts.”
And, if you stick around to listen to the part 2 audio in this post, you will hear this for yourself.
Remember, you can find my Daddy, Ron’s cool uncle, here under category: “True Railroad Stories”
You can also find Ron Brown under category “Ron’s Time Tunnel” and at his blog “Time Tunnel”
Audio does includes some adult language
Part 1 Run time: 30 minutes
Part 2 Run time: 25 minutes
I thought I’d take a second to thank all of the readers who have supported “The Flowering Vine Series.”
Both Ron and I really appreciate your kind comments about our family.
I inserted this picture of our Grandparents, Leroy (Daddy) and Annie (Mother) so that you can see them as they were in later years.
This picture was taken ONE MONTH prior to our Grandfather’s death.
Here’s the story behind the photo.
Basically, my son had just been born a few months prior and something urged me to go visit my Grandparents and take pictures.
While I can’t say that I had a premonition, I can say that I clearly remember my Grandfather saying to me, as he struggled with his cane to rise from his seat, “Whew Bay, Granddaddy can’t haaaardly get around no more.”
His rich baritone voice wrapped itself so closely around my heart and I tearfully responded, “I know Granddaddy….I know.”
The next month, he was gone.
Friends, I can’t tell you how much we all miss him. He was one of the kindest people I have EVER known and he sincerely loved us all so much.
I distinctly remember how he would wait until EVERYBODY, including all of his children, their spouses and his grandchildren had eaten before he would eat.
He’d say, “Did everybody eat? Did everybody have enough?”
Then, he’d pile the leftovers along with some home grown tomatoes and peppers into his favorite bowl.
Boy let me tell you! That bowl of food looked so GOOOOOD!
God knows they don’t make them like our Granddaddy anymore.
Frankly, there is so much more that can be said about both of our Grandparents, and, as long as you’re interested, we hope to continue sharing those stories here.
Anyway, below is a family tree that includes some of the people that you all have come to know and love.
Because our story includes so much information about our biracial heritage, I decided to include a bit of a descriptor under each person’s name.
Note: The term “mixed race” applies where there is some interracial heritage but the specifics are unknown. “Recent mixed race” indicates that this person had at least one confirmed white parent.
On a related note, both Ron and I would like to offer a special thanks to two Caucasian cousins who were kind enough to share DNA and Family records in order to help us to confirm information on our Grandfather’s side. Had they not been willing to step forward a few more of these boxes would have been marked “unknown.”
Also, a BIG thanks to Ron’s Mom (Jet) and my Dad (Jim) for sharing their memories.
Now, let me stop rambling!
Here’s the Tree!
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.”
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!
What NOT to do on New Years Day:
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:
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!
I don’t know about you but Lady G shall be praying and meditating!
You have been duly warned!
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.”
Warning: This is a 20th century parenting strategy that will land you in jail if you tried it today. Also, be aware that this post includes a whole lot of Southern vernacular/ dialect or whatever a linguist might call it! 😉
I love scalloped potatoes! I can eat them on any given day of the week. I like them with cheese, chives, cheese and chives, onions-whatever. Any iteration of scalloped potatoes is all good with me 🙂
But it wasn’t always that way.
In fact, when I was a kid, I HATED scalloped potatoes!!! Baby there aren’t enough exclamation points to help me stress this point. Now, do you think that this fact mattered to my mama? Ummm…NO!
Note: If you don’t know my mama, go back and read the post “Mama and the Balloon Man.”
Anyway, I grew up during a time when you ate whatever your mama cooked. There was none of this ‘meals cooked to order’ business! Either you ate whatever was placed in front of you or you stayed hungry.
Well, there was also another possibility. Let me explain.
One 1970’s-ish day, mama cooked meatloaf with butter beans and…you got it… freaking scalloped potatoes! I remember quickly gulping down the meatloaf and butter beans–baby they were delicious! After doing so, I politely used my napkin to wipe my mouth (mama taught us manners) and I commenced to go outside. Mind you, those scalloped potatoes were still sitting on my plate, just as mama had placed them.
My dear hearts, before I could reach the door, mama said, “Where you goin’?” I said, “I’m going outside to play jacks.” Friends, I could tell by the scowl on mama’s face that she didn’t like my response! I remember how she looked at me–then at my plate and said, “Get your butt back over there and eat them scalloped potatoes—and you better eat every bit or you gone sit there all night!”
Baby, she threw the gauntlet down! And so did I. The scalloped potatoes standoff was on!
Ok, I knew not to completely defy her so I sat my butt down and stared at the scalloped potatoes. My brother, who was very young said, “Gwin-Gwin (that’s what he called me back then) you better eat your food!” Mama looked at him and said, “Don’t tell her nothin’, she gone see!”
No matter, I just sat there looking at the plate.
Before long, I looked up and realized that I was the only person left sitting at the table; but that didn’t bother me. I simply REFUSED to eat those potatoes and I was prepared to stay there all night to prove it!
As you might have guessed, sitting at the table alone got pretty boring so I remember adding massive amounts of pepper and salt to the scalloped potatoes; I literally made them inedible-or so I thought.
A few minutes later, my dad walked in the front door; he had just gotten home from work. As a railroad conductor, he worked 16 hour days so he usually got off pretty late. When daddy saw me sitting at the table he said, “Bay why you still sittin’ at the table?” To that, I replied,“Mama making me!”
Well, daddy knew better than to contradict any of mama’s edicts. Baby, everybody knew that, when it came to disciplinary matters, my mother had the last say. That being the case, dad put his work bag down on the floor and proceeded to move on to another area of the house.
Friends, just as I turned my head away from daddy, I felt a sharp pain! It was mama coming down on me with a belt! She was wearing me out! All I could hear her say was “Now eat them damn potatoes!”
Baby when I tell you that I “ate them damn potatoes,” I mean, I ate ‘em! In fact, I didn’t use a fork! I shoved them down my throat with both hands! Tears and snot was everywhere!
Um hmm… It looks like mama won the standoff 😉
Anyway, many years later, mama and I would laugh about that story. One day, right before she passed away, we talked about that little episode and she smiled at me and said, “I couldn’t let you win.”
As a mother, I knew exactly what she meant!
What do you think mama meant?