Sunday, December 21, 2014

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Part 1

Chapter 1 Part 2

Chapter 1 Part 3

Chapter 1 Part 4

Grandpa George Lawry

Grandma Grace Lawry

Songs My Mother Sang

Songs Daddy Sang To Us

And So Did I

Little Boy Blue

Strawberry Roan

Three Monkeys

The Little Old Ford

My Favorite Quotes

Remembering Grandkids

Christmas Letter 2014

Christmas Letter 2014


Tis the season again to get in touch with LOVED ones .

It has been a wonderful year for me, filled with so many blessings.

In March Danika, with baby Soren, and Teresa spent several days with me. We had
such a special time together, mostly "WATCHING SOREN GROW"

In ]uly cousin Donna (I think you all know she lives just a few houses from me)
drove us to Kansas to the family reunion. We had such a wonderful time. There was
70 of us, 1-6 first cousins. Irene and Naomi are the oldest of us all, both unable to be
there. Henretta and I were the oldest there.. She 87 and I, 86.

In September Bob and Pat, Jeannie and Dewey came to the Quilt show in Chattanooga.
we had a picnic at Falls Creek Falls. And a good time at the quilt show.

In October, Danika had a baby boy, named Luke. I haven't seen him yet.

In November Donna drove us to Florida for Bricklin's wedding. We also saw Nancy
and Ansley and their new apartment. Eric is still working at an Indian hospital in
Arizona. Two weeks working and two weeks home. we also saw Manuela.

David is still at the group home. They bring him home on Sunday to spend a few
hours with me.

I had Thanksgiving dinner with Kieth and Amanda, The boys are growing up so fast.

We had a beautiful fall this year.

God be with you till we meet again

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Remembering Grandkids

I never sang much to the kids but did rock Nathan to sleep more than the others and always sang to him, "I love the dimples in your dimpled chin every twinkle in your eyes so blue, love every freckle on your turned up nose. I love everything about you."  Of course he was small and doesn't remember. Also I'd sing, "A tiny turned up nose, two lips just like a rose.  So sweet from head to toes. That little boy of mine." And when I was sure he was asleep I'd put him in his crib. He'd hold out his hand and say, "hand." And would want you to hold it 'til he fell asleep. So many memories of each one of them.

I'm sure Lindsay remembers us singing," You are My Sunshine". I made her and Danika a sunflower quilt. I am sure both remember, "Sweet Violets".

There was a young farmer
Who took a young Miss
Out back of the barn
Where he gave her a lecture
On horses and chickens and eggs
And told her that she had
Such beautiful manners
That suited her charms.
A girl that he wanted
To take in his washing and ironing
And then if he did
They could get married
And raise lots of sweet violets,
Sweeter than the roses,
Covered all over from head to toe,
Covered ll over with sweet violets.

Well I've rambled long enough. I love you all very much.

My Favorite Quotes

I love to collect short stories and quotes. I must print some of my favorite quotes:

It is more important to be kind than it is to be right.

Give people a bit of your heart rather than a piece of your mind.

Sometimes people disappoint you, and you just have to let it go, and love them.

He will not save any one without their wholehearted consent and cooperation.

You cannot do anything today to make God love you any more or any less.

Good examples have twice the value of good advice.

God never asks about our ability or our inability;  just our availability.

It's not where you live but how you live that's important.

What a great thing to be loved! What a greater thing still to love.

Some food is so soulful that the love content outweighs the fat content.

When you get too old for pimples, you go into wrinkles.

In spite of the high cost of living, it's still popular.

Isn't it odd that a being like God
Who sees the facade, still loves the clod
He made out of sod. Now isn't that odd?

Youth is never left behind us. It is carried always with us, gently in the heart.

Our happiness comes not from what is around us, but from what is within us. Not from what we have, but from what we are.

The cup most difficult to carry is not the empty one, but the one full to the brim.

Affliction and adversity bring disappointment and sorrow: But it is prosperity that is the most dangerous to spiritual life.

We cannot do great things, only small things with great love.

People don't care how much we know if they don't know how much we care.

Love cannot be whipped into the heart.

There is no right way to do a wrong thing.

Is the pleasure worth the pain?

Ephesians 4:2 Philips translation - Accept life with humility and patience, making allowances for one another.

The most important thing a father con do for his child is to love it's mother.

This time, like all times, is a very good time, if we but know what to do with it.

Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you are right.

You can't take your money to heaven but you can send it on ahead.

Matthew 6:15 - But If you do not forgive others their trespasses neither will your heavenly Father forgive you your trespasses.

Ecclesiastes 5: 10 Clear Word - Whoever loves money never has enough. Who ever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income.

Many people want to serve God, but only as advisers.

It's easier to present ten sermons than to live one.

Talk is cheap but you con't buy it back.

It's not how much you have, or where you are going,or even what you are. Rich is who you have beside you.

I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to know. I don't want to come to the setting sun and hate myself for the things I've done.

I must stop I have so many it's hard to choose and when will I ever have a chance to get you all to read them.

The Little Old Ford

Now Henry Jones and his pretty little queen
Took a ride one day in his big limousine.
The car kicked up and the engine wouldn't crank.
There wasn't any gas in the gasoline tank!
About that time along came Nord
And he rambled right along in his little old Ford.
He stole that queen and the engine sang a song.
And the little old Ford just rambled right along.

He swung around a corner and hit an old mule
and the blamed old thing just kicked like a fool
he kicked and he kicked and he kicked the wheels
but he had to quit kicking to save his heels.
If the power gets sick just hit it with a brick.
and the little Ford will ramble right along.

Now they ran over glass and they ran over nails,
They ran over pigs and puppy dogs' tails.
They bumped into fences and telegraph poles,
Ran over rocks and deep chuck holes.
If you break a tire just patch it up with wire,
And the little old Ford will ramble right along.

Smash up the fenders, smash up the seats,
Twist it out of shape 'Til both ends meet,
Smash up the body and rip out the gears,
Smash up the front and smash up the rear,
Smash up the fenders and break up the tires,
Break up the lamps and cut out the wires,
Throw in the clutch and then forget to juice,
And the little old Ford will go to beat the deuce.
And the little old Ford will ramble right along.

Patch it up with a piece of string,
Spearmint gum or any old thing!
If the power gets sick, just hit it with a brick,
And the little Ford will ramble right along!

Three Monkeys

Three monkeys sat on a coconut tree
Discussing things as they're said to be

Said one to the other, Now listen, you two
There's a certain rumor that can't be true

That man descended from our noble race
The very idea is sure to disgrace

No monkey ever deserted his wife
starved her babies, and ruined her life

And, you've never known another monkey
To leave her babies, with others to bunk
Or pass them on from one to another

And another thing you will never see
A monkey build a fence around a coconut tree

And let the coconuts go to waste
Forbidding all other monkeys to taste

Why , if I put a fence around this tree
Starvation would force you to steal from me

And here's something else a monkey won't do
Go out of night and get on a stew

Or use a gun, or club, or knife
To take some other monkey's life

Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss
But, brother, he didn't descend from us

Strawberry Roan

While loafing 'round town, just spending my time,
Out of a job, not making a dime; a fellow stepped up
And he said, "I suppose that you're a bronc rider,
From the looks of your clothes.

You guessed right. And a good one I claim.
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?
He said, I've got one. He's a bad one to buck,
And he'd take a good rider, who's had lots of luck.

A bronc never lived or ever drawed breath,
That I couldn't ride 'til he starved plum to death."
Out in the corral, all standing alone,
Stood an ugly old outlaw called Strawberry Roan.

He had little thin ears that touched at the tip,
And a big 44 brand on his left hip!
He had little glass eyes and a big Roman nose.
An ugly old outlaw to the tip of his toes.

I lit in the saddle and doing my best,
We went up in the East and came down in the West.
He tossed his old belly right up to the sun,
For he was a surprising son of a gun.

There are plenty of broncs that I cannot ride.
There are some of them living. They haven't all died.
But I bet all my money that no man alive
Can ride old Strawberry when he makes that high dive!