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Three Books

August 30, 2013

Just finished and placed my third book on Amazon. I think I am ready to go back to work full time. I have a feeling boredom is just around the corner.

Get a chance check them out. These are approximate prices. With Amazon, you save several different ways and it depends a little on where you live.

 Read a few chapters at Amazon. If you are interested and want an autographed copy, send me an email with your address. All three will be $30.00 any two will be $25.00 and Bubba Jones or Killing in the Delta will be $15.0 each. Back Porch Dramas are $13.50 each.

This includes shipping anywhere in the good old USA. gartalker@yahoo.comTell me what you would like the autograph page to say. If you live in the area drop me, a line and I will get one to you.

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February 28, 2012

To good not t o pass on.
I JUST LIKE THIS……

Written by
a 90 year old

This is something we should all
read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!

Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old,

of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio

“To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught
me. It is the most requested column I’ve ever written.

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once
more:

1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.

2. When in
doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and
parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree .

7. Cry with someone. It’s
more healing than crying alone.

8. It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.

12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their
journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But
don’t worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep
breath . It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one
is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no
for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.
Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years,

will this matter?’

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you

did or didn’t do.

35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting

everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s,

we’d grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come…

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”

Its estimated 93% won’t forward this. If you are one of the 7% who will,

forward this with the title ‘7%’.

I’m in the 7%. Friends are the family that we choose.

Christmas Revisited

December 13, 2010

When I was a little kid living in the country Christmas went on forever. It not only took along time to become Christmas day but the season started for me before Thanksgiving.

Somewhere in early November, my Uncle Jimmy the rural mail carrier would bring the Spiegel Christmas Wish Book. For you young ones out there all the catalog companies put out a special Christmas edition back then.

For the next few days, I wouldn’t go any where without that book. By the time the Sears and Roebuck book made it, I had memorized every toy in the Spiegel.

I would spend from the day the Sears came in to Thanksgiving staring and dreaming at the two books. I would almost be surprised by Turkey day. My ever thought was focused on those two books.

The Monday after Thanksgiving my mama would tell me to circle every thing I wanted in one of the books. For some reason everything had to come from one book.

For the next two or three days I would study and figure which book held my Christmas. The Sears always won out. It was not better. It simply held more of the colored pages.

Finally, I would check off about half of the book and return it to my mother. She would look at all the check marks and laugh.

“Now go circle the ten you want most. This would take at least another day. Christmas only came once a year and I had to make it count.

When I took it back, the laugh was replaced by a smile.

“X out five of them.”

Later that afternoon I would be back hoping that I had made the right decision.

“Alright, we’ll see what Santa might be able to mustard this year. By the way, out of the five which one do you really, really want the most?

I could normally make that decision on the spot.

Then the first Friday night of December would arrive, My Dad would come home early that day and gather my mother sister and me up. We were on our way to town to see the Christmas parade.

CHRISTMAS DAY VISITED

December 25, 2009

I know it is Christmas Day. It even feels like Christmas day. What I don’t understand is why does it feel so much like Sunday. I am setting here telling myself that I am not late for church but it seems like it.

For weeks now there have been talk of this day. Their have been money shortages and stress and some worry. I haven’t worried much at all. I leave that for my wife. I hate worry and become very angry at myself when I find that I have become involved in the process in any way or fashion.

Any way today is the day. By 6:00 tonight it will be over and time to start thinking of New Years and then before long Christmas 2010.

It want end with a great pop or bang. In stead I will be setting in the living room by myself when I realize that all the kids are gone and it simply ended.

At my house each year Christmas seems to die a quick and painless death. One moment it is here and the next it is gone.

We take our decorations down soon after Christmas day each year. By New Years it want even be a grave to visit.

Their is one thing I can’t help but wonder at this time each year.

What will my life be like this time next year. Who will still be in it and who will be gone. Then it comes to me slowly. That age-old question. Will I be here next year and did I get all that I should have out my last Christmas.

Merry Christmas and I hope for you and yours many more merry and healthy Christmases.

May God bless you each and every one.

gary

Ther

THE DAY AFTER

May 26, 2009

Yesterday was Memorial Day. I had to work. I am afraid I was a little preoccupied. I should have been thinking of soldiers that gave their all and I was thinking more about going home early and or selling something. It worked out that neither of the above happen.

Maybe you were too busy also. I hope you didn’t have to work. Still traveling and a day at the beach can steal a lot of thought time.

I will be honest here. It is often hard for me to have personal sincere thoughts of people I have never met.

I am blessed that all the people I know or knew by the grace of God came home from war. My grandfather was in World War I. My uncle was in World War II. My father-n-law served during the Korean Conflict and so on. In fact, my son-n-law flies in and out of harms way as a pilot at least once a month now.

Still, I have never lost any one close to me in a war. That maybe why I find it a little hard to truly remembers these fine men and women.

It’s like praying for someone. I simply could never pray as hard for a total stranger as say I could for one of my children or grandchildren.

I don’t say this lightly. I have been asked to pray for people and over people many times. I have never refused. Still I always felt as if I could have or should have done more.

With this said, I will explain where all this is going.

I think that today I will reflect on the people that I know that is in the arm forces or maybe joining during the next twelve months. Then I will ask God to protect them and keep them safe until next Memorial Day.

A scripture tells us to allow the dead to take care of the dead. Today I plan to ask

God to take care of the living.
ggs

Just a thought

A man once told me that living with a woman was a lot like living with a rat.

Things simply go better when there is some cheese in the house.

I agree, money is not the answer but it sure will help until you can find the answer.

ggs

THE ROLLING STORE

March 11, 2009

In the summer of 1954, I was four years old. I would turn five in October. That seemed to be a lifetime away.

I lived in the country then. Each day except for Sunday was exactly like the day before.

My Daddy got up at 4:00 A.M. walked out the back door were he picked up two, five gallon buckets and a pale. Each morning he stopped at the faucet, filled both buckets, and made his way up the hill to the barn.

There he washed Betsy’s utters and filled the pale with fresh milk. He then took what was left of the two buckets of water to the pigpen. She had to be watered and slopped (fed) twice a day. He would repeat this again about 7:00 the same afternoon when he returned home from work. A fourteen-hour day was normal for my daddy. We were poor and he was working hard to change it.

Me, I didn’t get up until a hour or so after he had left every morning. He had to be at work at six when the whistle blew. I had no where to be and nothing to do.

Some where around  seven I would get out of bed and pull on a pair of clean cut off jeans. The jeans and underwear was all I ever wore in the summer. The underwear was my mother’s idea. She thought everyone should go to bed with clean underwear. After all, you never knew if you might die in the night. It would be inexcusable if they found you with dirty underwear or even worse non-at all all. It didn’t make sense to me but I knew better than to argue the point.

I never wore socks or shoes and my out grown t-shirts were never taken out of the draw during these hazy days of summer.

I normally ate a bowl of corn flakes with warm milk fresh from the cow. Come fall I would be switched over to oatmeal. That would keep me warm during the morning. That was what I was told by my mother.

There was an old stump out side. It had been a thriving bush when I had been born. Now it didn’t have a single switch left on it. My lessons of life had came at great pain. Still I was hard headed and even a switching often took two or three times before I could grasp what I had been told.

After breakfast, I walked the two or three hundred yards out of my back yard and up on the top of a hill. There I could see the world as I knew it. Behind me set the barn and pigpen. To my right set a chicken house and shed. To my left across the pasture, I could see Mama Blaine’s house. Straight in front of me lied my house and in front of that was the gravel road.

I would often spend hours walking up and down the road as if I had some place to go. The results were that my feet were tougher than dried leather. My skin was darker than a middle age woman whom spends all her money in the tanning salon.

My hair was a natural light brown but by now the sun had bleached it to a cotton white, My last hair cut had been at Easter so it was long and curly.

I might add before coming up the hill that morning I had done my one chore for the day. I had drug the #10 wash tube into the backyard, took the milk pale, and filled the tube to the top with water from our one and only faucet.

Sue Simmons didn’t allow any rusty elbows or sweaty butts between her clean sheets at night. I was going to have a bath. It was up to me if it was cold or hot. I suppose by now you know we had no running water in the house so there was no bathroom. The sun would heat the tube all day and it would be down right hot by 5:00.

Still with all the humdrum of my life, today was different. Today the rolling store would come and my daddy had left me a nickel. Today was truly a red-letter day in my life.

(To be continued)