Thanks

To Everyone....For being there....It is truly appreciated...

To Dad....

“A father's words are like a thermostat that sets the temperature in the house”

Dad...You always and countinue to be the best....I appreciate you and love you.

DI

Learned it in Sunday School---Still Working Today...

Psalm 23
1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

From Dad...

Like God

     I know quite a bit about God. I’m not the sagest person around, but I’ve read His Book and ciphered a few things. It’s just common sense and faith. God said that He created us in His Image. I believe we are exactly like Him except for our sinful nature. That’s His words, not mine.

    God gets upset, has moods, and feelings like us. The Bible says after He Creating all our wonderful surroundings and us, he rested the seventh day. He stopped to look over what he did. He said to Himself, “I sure did a good job!”

     I know how He feels. I’ve done a few good jobs. I put new wheel on an

old wheelbarrow once. I was so proud of it that I made the whole family push it. We just work on a smaller scale. I can mow the yard and admire my work. It must be really wonderful for Him to sit on His throne and make tomatoes grow.

     He has had second thought about creating us. He was going to “rub us out” once but our man Moses talked Him out of it. I’m sure many times He’s

looked down on old sinful us and declare, “Oh my, what was I thinking?”

Then we tell Him how sorry we are for the way we acted and He softens up and forgives us.

     It’s like us and our children. They “do their own thing” and break our hearts. Secretly we say, “Why, oh why did I have kids?” Then they apologize and being like God, we forgive them.

      I like pretty things and love people. I take after my Father.     

"You can't fix Stupid"

Back to Photograpahy...

Just finished a photo shoot for a friend of mines lil girl---She is a singer---looking to go to Nashville----They turned out pretty well...

From Dad

Then and Now

“Then and now” are very different. I remember when a “hard drive” was a mule that wouldn’t mind. A “micro-wave” was a shy, red-faced girl sneaking a small wave to a lanky boy in bib overalls.

My dad had an honorable profession, a share-cropper. He was a mild-mannered fellow who wouldn’t ring a chicken’s neck. Mom had to do that. He petted his mules so much that they got fat and sassy. They felt so good that he had discipline problems.

I was a good boy (I’m writing this like I want to) and didn’t require daddy whippings. Mama’s peach tree limb was sufficient. One old boy said his

dad only hit him one time and that was with a Buick. I stayed clear of the mules.

Being an only child I had it made, as in “spoiled rotten”. I picked my favorite piece of golden fried squirrel or chicken. I tell folks that I was raised on pulley bones. Country-cured meat was hanging in the smokehouse. The evening treat was popcorn cooked in the wire popper over the fireplace. Greasy peanuts cooked in an old iron skillet made a great side-order. Clean Country Music from the Grand Old Opry completed a perfect evening.

Then we moved to the big city of Savannah. We no longer had to blow out the lamp at bedtime. We had magic lights with a wall turn-on. No fireplace, just a wood heater. Dad would open the door and cook the popcorn “uptown”.

“Now”, with all its conveniences is ok, but “then” was great. Some things aren’t nearly as good. Like my late friend, Jack Tucker, said, “I used to have to eat country ham, and now I can eat bologna.” Is that a big improvement?

Now and then, I like to think about “then and now”. God sure blessed us.

I miss my Dad.