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ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Last Laugh.

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Rivercrest High School, Wilson, Ar

“Where were you today?” Daddy asked me at supper.

Momma shot me a look of whatdya mean where was she today?

“I was at school, the place I go every day. Where did you think I was?”

“I thought you were over by the St. Francis floodway. I followed a yellow corvette all afternoon. It wasn’t you.” He shook his head and grumbled as though bitterly disappointed he didn’t catch me messing up.

“Of course it wasn’t me.”

I knew better than to skip school. In Mississippi County even when you didn’t know what you were doing, everyone else did.

my yellow corvette - 1975

Grace Grits and Gardening

This post was written especially for Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday. Prompt: She Had The Last Laugh.

 Today was my Daddy’s birthday. He would have been seventy-seven.  He died twenty years ago…

Thomas Tate

Thomas Tate

 

Fifteenth Wedding Anniversary!

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Fifteenth Wedding Anniversary

John and I said “I do” fifteen years ago today. Wow. Fifteen years skipped by in a blur of work and school and sports and drill team and boy scouts and church and life…  (Seems like) only yesterday we were buried in Barbies and Legos and spelling homework. I couldn’t see beyond the end of the week, much less envision two college students and an empty nest…

By the sheer passage of time, so much has changed, yet thankfully so much is the same.
xo

 

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

P.S. I love this picture of John and my mother taken after our reception dinner. Momma changed into her robe but still wore her corsage and pearls…

mother and son-in-law

Musical Pairing:

Can’t Help Falling in Love, Elvis Presley

How did it get so late so soon? – Dr. Seuss

My Little Sister

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Curled inside my polka dot sleeping bag, I hid underneath the dining room table reading.
 
Momma said I would catch a cold lying on the floor, but the furnace warmed the air, and I was comfortable.
            
Santa brought me a whole stack of books. 
 
He brought my little sister a huge stack too.
 
Even though I was two years, nine months and seven days older, everyone—even Santa—treated us like twins and assumed we enjoyed the same things.
 
My sister would never read her new books.
 
So really I got a double stack of books, and she got shortchanged.

beanbag chairs, 1970s

talya
 
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
 
(This is also a snippet from my book, reworked to fit the prompt.)
100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

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