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Waffle Fail!

I’m the head chef around here, and Saturday & Sunday morning, I usually cook us a pretty good breakfast… Something went slightly awry this morning.

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I Gotta Say It Again!

When I was in high school, Mom worked various jobs; I remember once, she even worked in the lettuce fields, cleaning lettuce. The thing is; I know the only reason Mom worked at all was so we could have all the things we couldn’t have afforded otherwise. You know, letter sweaters, class rings, year books; stuff like that. And then she has the nerve to say she doesn’t think she was that good of a mom. HA! Read the rest of this entry »

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Black Bottom Biscuits

a-just us kids 2 (2)Mom turned out to be a pretty good cook, but when we were young she was definitely in the learning process; trial and error, unfortunately for us, was the method she used. Looking back, we can laugh about the things she did, but back then, there was often looks of startled amazement on four young faces as the dishes were set before us. And, occasionally, there was an interesting one word song sang in harmony; “GAK!”

Black Bottom Biscuits

 Black bottom clouds

Hang low in the sky

Smiling, I think of Mom’s biscuits

It was the oven’s fault

 

The humidity has to be ninety-eight

Eight o’clock in the morning

And it’s already eighty degrees

Tropical, or sub-so at least

 

Feels like rain

Thunder rolls to the north

Distant, like a bowling ball in the gutter

At closing time on Monday night

 

A spattering of raindrops

Flutter across the sidewalk

Like magic, the wet spots vanish

Before I step on them

 

Just cut the bottom off, she says

Laughing with her eyes

The gravy’s good, but um… Mom

What’s up with these potatoes?

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

 

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Cookies!

I treated myself to a blast from the past yesterday evening. In yesterday’s post, Popcorn and Soda Pop, I talked about one of those simple pleasures we used to enjoy when we were kids. Mom would bring home a six-pack of soda pop, and she’d make popcorn for us. Read the rest of this entry »

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Yep, You Got That Right

Here’s another good one about my days in the cotton farming industry; I wasn’t working for Dickie Morris—see Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road, and Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part2)—any longer, but I was still doing the same job. I’d moved up in the world though; this was a fulltime job, living and working on one of the biggest farms in the Buckeye Valley. The owner’s name was Jewel Turner. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road (part 2)

When I got to the gin, I forgot to check the oil; remembering at the last minute. I bailed out and checked it as fast I could, and the guy running the big suction tube was yelling at me to get to get my dang truck out of the way, as I jumped back into the driver’s seat. During harvest time, there could be a lot of trailers lined up waiting to unload, and time was money. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barrelin’ Down the Dirt Road

This is another tale about yours truly, and the stunts he pulled back in the day. I had a wild streak, knew everything, and needed no instruction from the adult world. (Was anybody else like that when they were a teenager?) Well, anyway, check this out. Read the rest of this entry »

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She Raised Me Up

If any of you followed my tribute to Mom yesterday, and missed this last post, you need to read it. If you can, click on the song( You Raise Me Up ) and listen to it while you read. If it doesn’t bring a tear to your eyes, you’re a statue! (or something like that. Was I too harsh… jeez… ya just never know how people are gonna react to… oh, whatever; y’all know what I mean!) Read the rest of this entry »

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The Bible in the Picture

As most of you know, I published a book of daily devotionals—I prefer to call them daily encouragements—recently, and my Mom’s picture is on the cover. I published Be Still…. and know that I am God primarily as a tribute to, and a gift for, my Mother. She is one of the main reasons I write encouragements and share them with friends and family, not to mention, her prayers—all my life—have held me within shouting distance of the path God would have me walk. I firmly believe that to be true. Read the rest of this entry »

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We Saw it All, Mom

When I was in high school, Mom worked various jobs; I remember once, she even worked in the lettuce fields, cleaning lettuce. The thing is; I know the only reason Mom worked at all was so we could have all the things we couldn’t have afforded otherwise. You know, letter sweaters, class rings, year books; stuff like that. And then she has the nerve to say she doesn’t think she was that good of a mom. HA! Read the rest of this entry »

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