Saturday, December 31, 2011

Polk Salad Granny's New Year's resolution

“What’s your New Year’s resolution, Granny?” Ben asked.  And I wonder how many folks are making those resolutions today, forgetting the promises we make to ourselves are as important as the ones we make to others.

I tells Ben, “Those resolutions you make don’t make no sense if you don’t keep the promises you make to yourself, so make them few and simple, so you don’t forget.  A promise is your word, and keeping it is being honest with yourself and often other folks.

Granny’s promise is to never forget the Man Upstairs and give thanks for life and friends and family, wherever they may be, not just in Cloutierville, Louisiana.   I don’t need change my promises each year because the one I make  is hard enough to keep, just as it is for everyone.  But in keeping it I honor what I do and try to do what’s right for me and everybody else.”

Friday, December 30, 2011

Granny’s advice on grief and loss of loved ones

“He died almost twenty years ago,” Linda told me, her voice breaking.  “I still miss him, but Kenny says I should forget since it was a long time ago.  But every year at Christmas I remember, and it makes me very sad.”  Linda’s tears are real, for sure; and Granny hears her pain and offers this advice.

“Tears are good for us, a blessing from the Man Upstairs who really knows our hearts.  Just like your body needs a bath, your heart and soul do too.   At times when there is joy around, when seasons start to change, when holidays come or special times appear, we remember those we knew before.  We think about the good times when we knew those folks and can’t recall the bad.  It’s that part that’s like the birth of babies, where pain is part of giving life and hurts us when it comes.   But soon the pain of having that baby becomes what we remember less than the child who lives and plays and becomes that part of living, loving, growing, and the life that lies ahead.  It’s natural to think about the people who have gone, and tears give us the way to feel our hearts, while memories keep the lives of those we loved still part of who we are.”

“My Mama, she was special.  Her life was very hard in Cloutierville.  And every holiday this Granny thinks about her as well as babies I have lost.  It hurts to think they won’t be here with me again.  But they are part of me forever, as they are part of every living creature that has ever walked the earth, which is my joy today, forever, as they are for you as well.”

Linda saw the pictures this Granny has upon the wall and said, “I see so many people here, I do not recognize.  I have some pictures too and some stay in my mind.  Maybe that’s what it means to live forever, because I have the love and memories I can always feel inside.”

The gift of life we understand; the gift of death we don’t; and Granny knows that feeling well, as years keep flying by.  But wisdom comes with things we do not understand, as even Granny’s memories cause pain at the holidays.  Yet most of us, if we could live our lives again, would choose suffering the pain of loss that comes when people leave us to have had them in our lives to think about and remember now with love.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Granny warns folks not to throw rocks

“Get down from there!  Didn’t  Granny teach you any better? You up there throwing rocks and all.  And just because you’re a girl, Michele,  doesn’t mean you ain’t gonna get your scoldings like Newt and Ronnie and the other boys.  Don’t think I won’t grab Barry by the nap of the neck if he gets out of line too, lik some of his friends been doing."

Them boys, and that girl Michele.  I taught them better manners.  And they promised this old Granny here in Cloutierville, they’d behave and not say bad things about each other even Ronnie who promised and promised he was different.  Then I says to Mitt, “No, I don’t care who started it first.  Nobody’s gonna listen to you if you keep changing your mind and don't get at what's really bothering people and instead just sit there with a rock in your hand.”'

And parties?  Those political ones?  Granny sure don't understand.  These folks all come from Cloutierville where we don't have all this stuff.  Kids would put up signs in the hall, or wear a little button around sayin' "vote for me," and that was sure enough.  But these folks in Washington, none of those parties look like they'd be fun.  So Granny just won't choose, since callin' names and throwin' rocks just ain't what running things ought to be about.

Wish my babies would have stayed out of politics, like I told them, or kept their promises like the Good Book says and not say bad things just to get even.   That’s why they all got coal in their stockingss at Christmas and Newt, he says, “Look what Granny gave us.  We oughta burn the stuff and save on energy this year.” Shows he doesn’t learn from his mistakes any better than what he says other folks do.”

Granny's gonna get Leroy to cut off those tree branches and take them all to the woodshed so those young'uns won't be climbing in this yard again. 

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Granny's advice on breastfeeding while shopping

Molly dropped by my house this morning all upset cause she was at a store shopping, then sat down to nurse her baby, and the folks that worked there started making fun and saying things that made Molly feel bad.  So I has to speak up to help folks understand about feeding babies and all.

So I tells her, “First thing people got to remember is baby needs that milk.  It helps give them a good start in life.    And those breasts the Man Upstairs done gave you and me, well they’re for feeding babies.  So no one should act foolish when a mother is just doing what comes naturally for that.”

“But babies also need a nice warm place to cuddle close and quiet so they sleep.  I kept my babies in my house for feeding and did my shopping after that.  Besides when there is a bunch of folks shopping,  well there is more germs too; and little babies they get sick,  so I never took them out like that, especially in the winter.

Babies, they come first, you see, not shopping.”

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Poke Salad Granny's night before Christmas in Cloutierville

It was the night before Christmas, and in Granny's shack
Not a sound could be heard 'cept Elmer snorin' in back
The family had nailed up their socks on my wall
With so many goodies, I hoped they won't fall.

The children were all tucked straight away in their beds,
While I finished the knitting of caps for their heads.
And I wrapped up the yarn never makin' a peep
While waitin' for Elmer to just go to sleep.

Then out in the backyard I hears such a noise
And jumped from my chair, to find neighborhood boys
Were in a big hurry to get home that night,
No drinkin' or foolin' around or a fight.

The moon it shone bright, and it lit up the sky.
Well, it was so pretty, I almost could cry.
When suddenly there came down the road a surprise.
It brought bunches of tears comin' down from these sleepy old eyes.

I could see an old bus comin' up my driveway
Bringin' my babies from everywhere for Christmas day.
They climbed on the porch, and they laughed and they sang,
And woe is me, all of the good things they brang.

And then, from a ruckus we heard from the barn
Came our Cloutierville Santa, just like that old yarn.
He was dressed in some blue jeans all tight round his rear
And his red shirt was drippin' with mustard and beer.

A bundle of toys he had put in a sack
That old Nick bringin' Christmas for all in his pack.
He didn't say nothin', but went straight to his work
And lay out the goodies, then turned with a jerk

And burpin' a bit, he smiled, and he said,
"I gotta get goin'.   Now you get to bed."
He got in his car, to the folks gave a smile
'Cause we wouldn't be seein old Nick for awhile.

But we heard him exclaim, when he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all.  Now have a good night."

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Granny offers pecan pie recipe, but not her real secret

Where I live pecan pie is part of what makes us Southern, but you other folks, well you can be as good as us folk if you learn how to make pecan pie.  I'll leave that poke salad recipe for your coming to visit in Cloutierville, but here's the pie recipe y'all been asking about.

I make up my own pie crust for my pecan pie, but you can get it already done at the store, at least that’s what my uptown friends tell me. Me, I just figure it out with a pinch of this and a pinch of that. But here’s what you can try. Take some flour, maybe a couple cups, and some salt, just a wee bit, about 2/3 cup of butter and enough cold water to get it mixing good. I add a little vanilla flavor too, just a tad to make that crust all tasty like. Now stir that up, and then roll it out and put it in your pie pan and make sure them corners is smooth. Then bake it up for about 20 minutes, depends on your oven, but mine is old and takes time to warm up, so I just watch it until it gets just golden brown. Then I take it out when it’s ready, so I can put in that good pecan pie filling.

In your bowl put in some pecans, a couple cups or maybe three,  and mix them up with about ¾ cup of maple syrup and about a half cup of brown sugar. Add some melted butter to it, along with either more of that vanilla flavor or maple (my Leroy likes the maple stuff, but the rest of the family likes vanilla). Stir that up with a couple of eggs, and put it into that pie shell, and then into the oven for a little less than an hour at about 400 degrees, give or take. Me, I just check it after about 40 minutes or so, cause burning a pecan pie is a really sorry sin for a good Southern granny like me.

Now Leroy is already in my kitchen, and he’s telling me I shouldn’t be sharing our family secrets. But you aren’t gonna get my poke salad recipe, cause that's the secret Granny will never tell.

Newt Gingrich tells Granny, "I'm too big to fail."

"Well, I know he's busy, but he shouldn't be too busy to talk to Granny.  Put him on the phone."  I tell you that boy just keeps getting too big for his britches, and it's gonna get him trouble one day, I was thinking as I waited for my grandbaby to get around to talk with me since he's been looking to be President.

"Oh, granny, it's been so busy for me since I started my campaign for President. You know I got these interviewers from the media, you know those left-wing radicals trying to do me in.  But I tell them I'm too big to fail.", and I have to wonder if that child ever listened to me back in Cloutierville.

"Newtie (I calls him by his baby name cause he's always gonna be my baby no matter how big those britches get) nobody is too big to fail.  In fact, that's where our lessons come.  You betcha you can fail.  You have failed already by not taking care of some of that business right in your own family.  You been making with all that talk about Obama and bailing out those banks and all, but that's all talk when your neighbors they is suffering; and you ain't looking at your own mistakes.

 I remind my grandson of all those times we talked about this, walking down the streets of Cloutierville when he was still knee high to a grasshopper.  Guess some folks, they don't listen when you tell them you need to learn from your mistakes.

I hear him talking to someone, and I wonder where his mind is, where his heart is, when he ain't listening anymore to what his Granny says.  I shakes my head and wait awhile, then hang up that darn phone, wondering how politicians ever get to heaven when they can't figure out those who think they are too big to fail are the ones who will keep failing most.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Millie asks Granny: Are animals in heaven?

Little Millie is four years old, that precious child that Granny loves so much, and she's cryin' cause that dog died yesterday.  Her little face is all pinched up, and then she asks, "Will I see my dog in heaven?"

Now grandbabies they just want answers, not a lot of fol-de-rol and fancy words.  Millie looks at me so sad, and Granny remembers years ago a little dog that died and how she thought about that dog for many, many years.  Even now the memories are as fresh as they once were, watching Millie's face and seeing tears wash through her eyes.  But I got to tell her simple so she understands enough.

"All of us are put here on this earth to love as long as we live, and we probably take all that love when any of us die.  We take our memories as well, cause that's a part of love.  Now some folks say that animals they just like people too.  Other folks they say they just don't know, but that's okay cause some things we won't ever understand.  But wherever there is love, well that's where animals will go.  They teach us about life..  They give us love so very much, and when they leave us our love goes with them too.  So in that kind of heaven, that's where there's everything we love."

"Oh, granny, I sure miss my dog, Bernie.  I guess I always will.  But when I go to heaven I'll take love with me there too and that way I'll see Bernie after all."

She's out the door and on that swing way back in my backyard in Cloutierville, her little legs just flyin' through the air.    And I hear the song that someone wrote about that love for dogs and hope that Millie she might know it doesn't matter what is heaven when we lose a pet, cause that just gets confusin'.  It's just important to remember how that pet can teach us all to love and will be there in some kind of heaven after all.."

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Michele tells Granny her version of the eighth commandment

“Oh, Granny,  I’m so excited!  I won!  I won!” Michele was on the phone  soundin’ so happy, but Molly who taught her in grade school is wonderin’ after all these years why that girl has so much trouble remembering her grammar and her history lessons that she learned in Cloutierville.

“Michele, you know I love you.  But I wonder bout you too.  You see us folks, well we take pride in what we learn, and  Molly is upset.  She says, “I don’t know why Michele still don’t know those words and says “submit” just means “respect.” 

“You know, Granny, I keep tryin’ to remember all those things.”  Michele explained.  “ But you see there’s so much to think about that I’m tryin’ to forget, so sometimes I just get confused and say just what comes up.  You see these days that’s all some folks can do when they can’t answer fast, so I smile pretty and tell what I think.   You gotta keep up and get with it, Granny.  You see, times they have changed; and if you want to win the prize, you say what you need to say to do it. “
So I says to her, “Honey, remember the eighth commandment and what that means.”

Michele, she waits a minute and clears her throat a little, cause I guess she was getting hoarse from all that chatter and says, “Yes, that’s the one that says we have the right to bear arms.”

Poor child, I wants my babies to get things right so I told her, “No, honey, it says not to bear false witness against thy neighbor.”

“Oh, yeh, I know.  Sure that’s why I tell everybody what I think so I don’t have to carry anything I hear about someone and so I just dump it everywhere.  But thanks for listening Granny, I always feel like you know what I mean and don’t need me to explain any more.  Now I got to get back on my bus before Rick gets ahead of me.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Granny’s idea to solve immigration problem

The road through Cloutierville

“Granny, I caught some of those Natchitoches people sneakin’ into my backyard again.  We got enough of them folks, don’t you think?  They don’t even speak Creole and a bunch of them aren’t even Catholic, so I think we better make some rules like Arizona did with Mexico.”

Mary Lou was all in a stew about this, when she told me what those people been doin’  “Those Natchitoches folks don’t have any manners.  They throw trash on the street and drive their big cars here when we got some party goin’ on.  Some of them hang around afterward like we owe them something, and we got our own folks that needs. We don’t need to share what we got with those sneaks and liars and thieves.”

But I told Mary Lou getting mad doesn’t work, and there are much better things we can do.  I said, “I think we should just annex Natchitoches and make this whole place Cloutierville..  That way we wouldn’t be quarrelin’ so much, and people could share like they should.  Some could live on the river in the country and some could be big city types. 

And Natchitoches people could farm in our fields and some of us could work in their shops.  All of us would be Cloutierville family and could just come and go as we like.  The police could pick up the bad ones and the good folks could live like they want. 

If Arizona can annex Mexico they could learn to be friends just like us.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Granny tells Michele, “pretty is as pretty does”

“Granny, they took my picture and put it in Newsweek and now everybody’s laughin’ at me.  I don’t think they’d do that to me if I was a boy.”

Now Michele she ain’t been callin her Granny lately, her bein’ busy and all in Iowa getting folks to help her get to be President.  She is one down right pretty girl, we say around here; but the last time she was in Cloutierville, I thought she might be getting’ a little bit smart alecky like, and that isn’t the way I brung her up, nossiree.

So I says, “Here Michele, I done saw that picture, and it sure isn’t the best one I seen of you.  That one in the high school yearbook with your short little skirt and your behind showin,’ well that wasn’t any good either with you jumpin’ around.  I told you then you count on your bein’ pretty and all to get you somewhere, then folks are goin’ to find some way to make you settle down.  You always been talkin' bad about your cousin, and you know those ten commandments you talk about and keep breakin' Number 8.  After all, pretty is as pretty does.

I told your cousin Barry Obama the same thing.  He’s a good lookin’ fella himself, but land a goshin some folks made him look like a monkey in some pictures, and even his whole family, and put that on signs or show him lookin’  frownin’ and all, so maybe that’s what they do when you get uppity and all and don’t get down here with your kin.

So put your head down next time and watch your manners, Michele,  cause people ain’t gonna like you much if you don’t, and the next picture may be even worse,  like someone findin’ that one of you huggin’ Barry out there in the berry patch when you was kids.   And what would your fancy friends think then.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Hell in a handbasket

"You know Granny, I been worried lots lately, so I called to ask your advice.  Tom lost his job, the kids need school supplies, and I keep thinkin' how am I gonna keep up with the bills and stuff.  It looks like we're going to hell in a handbasket, don't you think?"

Now Brenda she's all grown and knows the ways we brought her up.  She just needs some new remindin' cause there's lots that she can do.  But feelin' like you can't do something is worse than anything.  It's giving up that gets you in the end.

So I tells her, "Brenda, when you get up each day, say thanks for what you have.  Look at those babies that you got and how that makes you rich.  Look outside your window and look at all them folks in Cloutierville who care about you too.  And know you can do something every day to make each day worthwhile.

The world it keeps on spinnin' no matter what we do.  Wars and floods and awful things keep happenin' all the time.  If my folks they had given up, well we wouldn't be here today, so they learned to do with what they had and learned to make things last.

Now dry those tears; I heard you cry. Remember this, my girl.  That handbasket is filled with folks like you, but they ain't goin' to hell.  No, no, they is goin' to make things right.  They need the same remindin' that I'm giving you today.

I hear that tv goin' on.  Now shut it d own.  Right now.  They's always talkin' bout the bad, when there is good as well.  Plant a seed outside today and watch it grow into something good.  Then plant more seeds each day.  One day you wake up smilin' when there's plenty good out there.  Do one good thing each day, and the good comes back to you."

"Oh, granny, "Brenda's laughin' now.  "You always give me hope.  I need someone to listen when I'm feelin' bad, you know."

We said goodbye and afterward I walked outside and thought of years ago when I was young and things sometimes looked bleak.  Then I looked out in my garden, saw the trees so tall and proud,  their branches filled with fruit, the flowers blooming everywhere, the tomatoes peekin' through the leaves while ripin' on the vine.  I remembered then how every day I shed a tear I planted seeds as well,  just like Brenda will, I know, and get through hard times just like Granny and like everyone she loves.

For we have our secret garden where good things always bloom, in a small child's laugh, the breeze that sings through grasses tall,  the love that we can share.  There ain't no handbasket in this world that's goin' to hell with us.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Granny worries 'change gonna come' with Mississippi flood

1927 flood
"Gordon, there in Vidalia just called, Granny and said he wouldn't be coming here this weekend for family dinner cause the water is a worry."  My son Fred told me about his brother this morning there, and well I got some advice for folks right now, and it's all about the water and paying attention.

You see my mama told me bout that 1927 flood, cause some of her family they were hurt real bad.  All along the Mississippi the waters they rose up, and people they got scared.  And the President Coolidge he done nothing to help, and then the feller Hoover he didn't either.  But I think Obama will, cause he is family and cares about us folks. 

But you never know when those politicians get their nose in the air and act all high and mighty.

So here's this Granny's advice.  This is serious business, and I got no time to be foolin' with you.  You folks pay attention and don't think you can ride things out just because you  think you can.   If government folks tell you to leave, well you do it.  And get all prepared right now, cause no one knows for sure how bad those waters are going to get when the government says there is going to be a lot of flooding from Memphis, Tennessee to the poke salad patches of Louisiana.  The problem is folks sometimes don't trust each other, and here's a time we have to do that--and put our trust in the man upstairs as well, cause a change is gonna come, I'm afraid; and I want all you folks to be safe.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Granny explains to Susan about the killing of Osama bin Laden

Memories of 9/11 and a boy who growed up and done wrong
"They got him, didn't they, Granny?"  "Yes, they did, dear, "I said.  "He was the bad guy and deserved to get killed, don't you think?" she asked then, and I stopped for a moment, in this difficult world, how does anyone explain how  life carried in a woman's belly, given by God, can become someone who caused evil and was killed to prevent that evil from happening again.

"You are crying.  Why, Granny?"  I looked at our Susie, wondering what my Mama might say, but knowing her trust is in me, and I said, "It isn't as easy as you see on television, especially for people who believe in life and a God, or even those who believe life is special for everyone given a gift.  But some people misuse the gift, and that's what happens; and their life is then taken away.  Sometimes it just happens, and we should all mourn when anyone's life isn't good and when someone don't use their talents for good rather than bad deeds and evil that hurts."

"He was a bad man, that bin Laden fellow.  Do you think he always was bad?"

"Well I told his mama when she visited us here, and your other Granny was sitting over there in that chair, that the boy had some ideas that one day everyone would know him, since he made so much racket around here, we had to send the family back to the Middle East.  His banging those tin pans outside started waking the ducks, and no one was able to sleep.  So we thought if that boy didn't change, well someday things might not turn out so good."

"I watched those buildings catch right on fire ten years ago, and then I saw pictures of that boy all growed up, with that beard and all, but those child eyes were gone; and the meanness took over.  And I was so sad for his mom, cause we birth our babies and expect they will all grow up fine.  His mama, God bless her, is weeping right now there in heaven, as every mother weeps for a child, for a life gone wrong, and the killing that sometimes must happen so evil won't be there again."

"I understand," said Susie, but I don't know if she does, because us grown ups we don't always know everything either, why some men grow evil and others do not, and why things just happen that way."

But the man upstairs got it all figured out, and Susie needs me to explain it; but for me I just have to remember right now that it's all just enough.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Life, Death, Granny's Mission and the Lessons of Easter

"I'm worried about Granny having to travel everywhere, "Lisa told Elmer.  And Elmer said to her, "Even if Granny dies one day, behind the veil, you see, her voice, her message and her love will remain with us.  Those who have learned and listened, well they will carry on, for life is always somewhere good when we have love inside.
Cane River on the way to Cloutierville where people know life and death and love that is eternal

And Granny, she says to Lisa, "A love that is universal is something we all share.  We have people in our lives who come and go, like that proverbial wind that blows us here and there, we move.  So this Granny is always part of this world, that symbol in your lives of one of those who loves you all the time and whose simple ways this old woman wants her babies never to forget.

The stories, they will be here, for as long as one can write and share and love, on Easter, on every day, we remember a man called Jesus who gave his love and life for everyone of us.  Granny's sharing and love for everyone has always been to give that message most of all, a message for the day and for eternity.  That message is that life is like that river, like the waters of our birth, that brings us up and then takes us somewhere behind that veil.  Yet who we are, our essence still remains in memories that never pass away so long as we always take the path of love.  So we worry not about growing old, or your Granny not being one place or another, or dying one day and leaving you alone, because those who love like Granny tries to do leave a footprint so the rest of you can follow in these shoes.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Cheatin' on taxes, Granny says, is like a little murder

"What you doin', Granny?" My grandchild Sue is only seven years old and always asking questions.  "Payin' taxes," I told her.  "But you don't have much money, so how come you're payin'?"  "Somebody has to," I told her.  "There's no such thing as a little murder."
Even the tooth fairy pays taxes - wikimedia commons
Sue looked at me funny, but then she started to laugh.  "You're always sayin' that, Granny.  I remember, but what do you mean about taxes?"

"Well we got ten big rules we got to follow," I explained to that sweet child.  "Lyin' and cheatin' is somethin' the man upstairs says we can't do.  Even folks who don't believe He's watchin' have to follow those special rules.  Many of them do, cause they know what's right cause there's that little voice inside us all that reminds us when we're doin' wrong.  You can't pray on Sunday or any day and talk bout doin' good, then cheat someplace else.

Granny don't have much money,"  Sue knows that's true, but Granny doesn't want her grandchild  to grow up thinkin' people should find some way not to pay those taxes.  "I'm payin' somethin' because the little bit I pay can help and, cause when other people don't, it means we all get hurt some way.  So even when we don't owe much we still have babies to go to school, old folks needin' attention and roads we have to drive on that's needin' fixed right now, even here in Cloutierville."

"A little murder?  Not payin' taxes is that bad?  My Daddy says that rich folks don't have to pay much at all these days, so how come you pay yours?"  Sue wrinkled up her nose, but she is little and one day she might learn, like some of us folks, that someone's always lookin' on your heart and those ten rules don't say which rule to follow first.  So I says to Sue, "There's one more rule that matters a lot when tax time comes along.  Love is that other rule that means remembering people who are hurtin' and the things all of us need.  When people lie about taxes, they can lie bout most anything; and somewhere folks get hurt when lies pile up like that.  And people can even die when there is no one else who cares and no money to pay for what they need."

Remember when you lost your tooth and woke up that mornin' with that 50 cents on your dresser?  Well, even the tooth fairy has to pay taxes, cause there was a nickel left on the kitchen table to help with payin' the bills so everyone in this house can eat.  That's what Granny means by taxes and why everyone should help."

"Here's my pencil, Granny." Sue said, as she toddled off to bed.  "I want to help you do what's right, and this is all I have."

I prayed last night my other grandbabies old and young, rich and poor, might be as wise as Sue.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Pass the budget or watch your backsides, Granny declares

"Well, where are you going with those bags by the door?"  Elmer knew, but he was thinkin' he ought to get ready himself cause there's no stoppin' me from goin'.  "These varmits are causing a peck of trouble in Washington, and I am goin' to make those whipper snappers do what they supposed to do right quick." I told him.
The Woodshed is big enough for Congress
You see, this old lady, she remembers.  When you gets that certain age, you got a peck of business in your noggin, and I been thinkin' bout this for a time.  I thought those cousins (cause they are you know) might make up and get goin' with their business.  But oh no, they done forgot their manners, so I'm fixin' to get on the plane tomorrow and make sure they do it right.  There's a woodshed out back for the lot of them, and Elmer said there are enough trees in the yard to make all the paddles he needs.

God love them; some of them, they just don't know.  But I remember when old people went to the poor house if their folks couldn't take them in.  I remember some people who moved away from Cloutierville when times were hard in the Depression and Franklin Roosevelt was President, lookin' for jobs when there weren't none.  Old people stayed behind, like they always do; and we fed each other from the gardens.  Other towns didn't have those things, where the weather was bad, and the cold set in.  Then them old people they done suffered.  If that's the way they is goin', they goin' to the woodshed, those varmits for sure.

Then those babies and their schoolin'.  That readin' and writin' business is for everybody, and folks need even more, so I'm gonna make sure that nothin' happens to my grandbabies down the way.

Now any of you who want to get goin' and help get those folks to pass the budget, pack your bags and start movin' cause if those folks in Washington ain't listenin', we're takin' some paddles to some behinds. Elmer said he's takin' enough for some of you who are comin' cause there are enough behinds in Congress, we're gonna need the rest of you to help.  We got a world of trouble right now, and we don't need them addin' to it anymore.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Granny gets tough about trash

"You pick that trash up right now and put it where it's supposed to be," and he looked at me and said, "Hey you ain't my Mama, so what's it to you" and that child he soon learned bein' brave don't mean talkin' tough.
Trash pick up - wikimedia commons
They stood outside that little store while Elmer was gettin' gas.  They was eatin' sandwiches and drinkin' from big tall cups with soda pop.  When Elmer and me came out of the store, the sandwich papers and cups were on the ground, and the boys was standin' laughin' and that's when Granny knew these fellers needed a set to cause they sure done forgot, if they ever learned, what's right and wrong these days.

"No, I ain't your mama, but your mama she knows me.  I'm your Granny like I am to those folks in that store right there,  and every one else around here.  I guess you need remindin'.  You see your Granny here loves you and wants you to live in a world that's clean and good and especially nice for you.  We're all here to help each other and that means keepin' things clean for the next people who come around.  I'm gettin' too old to get around and pick up all that trash.  God forgive me, I just can't do it all.  And I been feelin' poorly too, but then I won't throw my trash on the ground like that when the can is just over there.  So you pick up that garbage and get yourself goin' cause you boys, you ain't doin" right.

Well I thought those boys would get mad right there,  and one of them said, "She's a stupid old lady.  Don't pay no attention.  Let's get out of here.  We got things to do anyway."  But the other boy spoke up.  God bless that child.  He did.

"Maybe she's my Granny, and maybe she isn't; but nobody talks to me like that, so there's something different I think.  If she ain't my Granny, she sure got nerve, that old lady; and that means somethin' too.  You see you and me we talk real tough, and there are two of us.  But that old lady standin' there, she's just got that old man.  So she might be the tough one, and I ain't hangin' round to find out."  His friend just sniffed, but they picked up the trash and put it in the can right then and I see them walkin' away.

And Elmer, well he knows me; but he was tired that day and says, "Now you could have got us into some trouble there openin' your mouth like you do.  I ain't sayin' you shouldn't, but you havin' been sick and all, well I was gettin' worried there just a minute.  But I figured you knew what you were doin' since you always do, Lord knows."

I smiled.  My Elmer, he knows too, that when you don't speak up with those babies maybe no one will.  They get older, and they don't learn.  The trash gets bigger too, no matter what kind of trash it might be.    Inside this heart Granny learned waitin' for someone else to do the right thing  means the right thing don't get done in Cloutierville or anywhere else so I'm just not gonna wait and let any kind of trash pile up.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Granny gets sick and all hell breaks loose

"If you're feeling better, you gotta get out of that bed and help out here," Elmer told me.  Granny's been sick for weeks now, cause that's what happens to us old ones now and again.  All hell's been breakin' loose, and I gotta say somethin' bout it.

Earthquake Aftermath in Misawa and Hachinohe, 2011- Wikimedia Commons

Bless those babies.  Time's is hard in Japan.  I called them when I got out of bed, first thing, cause they been brave all right.  Earthquakes, floods and big trouble with nuclear stuff has made for sufferin' for sure.  Granny's been thinkin' and hopin' that everyone helps out since Japan people keep things to theirselves lots of times and so folks think they're doin' okay even when they're hurtin and all.

I hear Khadafi been gettin' into trouble again.  He done forgot his lessons I taught him and that whuppin' he got from Elmer just wasn't enough.  So I hear a whole bunch of people are lookin' for that feller to put him in that woodshed out back cause that's what happens when boys don't behave like they should. 

Bad stuff happenss to good people too, like old Granny said, and like happened to Japanese folks.  It's what you do when it happens tells what a body is like. 

Now this old Granny still needs her rest for a bit, but I got eyes in the back of my head and not so sick anymore.  I need you folks to be nice to each other and all of you helpin' out, cause the folks in Cloutierville can't do it all.  

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Thomas learns if you don't get what you want do the right thing anyway

"Granny, I asked for an "A" in spelling and didn't get it cause God didn't help me out when I prayed, so why should I just keep doin' things when no one seems to care, and I told Thomas, "Do it anyway."

You do what you need to do because it's the right thing.  You live the life you ought to live in Cloutierville or wherever you may be because it's the right thing to do.  And if you don't get what you want, those dreams and hopes don't always turn out the way you want, "Do it anyway.  Build your life in every way that's good.  Love those who hate you. "

Thomas took the paper, went into his room, and I heard him as he said his prayers out on the porch.  "I'll do the best I can on the spelling test tomorrow and You can be there if you want to, God, but I know you're busy helping people all over the world, so no matter what I'll study my spelling anyway.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Myrtle picked up for smoking pot

Myrtle called yesterday.  She said, "Granny, they are allowing us one phone call, so Bud said to call you.  I was smoking pot when we got picked up in Tennessee "
marijuana - wikimedia commons
"Pot?" I said.  "What's that?"

"Well, some folks call it weed and some call it bong, but the police here wrote down marijuana."Myrtle said.

"That's what they talk about on television, ain't it?  How did you get that?" I asked Myrtle because mercy me that could be serious.

"I got it in California when I went to visit my kids, and the doctor gave me a prescription for my glaucoma.  He said it should help me, so I took it to this store and got some.  Bud said that should be okay, we got that paper so we shouldn't have any trouble."

Then we get to Tennessee, and this policeman he pulls us over cause our license plates expired.  I was smoking this little weed, and the policeman said, "Give me some of that stuff."  So I thought he had glaucoma too and gave it to him straight away.

 "Now lady, what are you doing with this shit?" that policeman said.   And Bud got mad when that fellow swore like that and he said, "Don't say that weed is shit because it makes my Myrtle real upset for you to swear like that.  So don't you talk like that, you youngster, or I'll whup you here and now."

"So now we're at the police station, and they're talkin' to Bud right now.  They said I had to pay some fine for havin' that little weed, but Elmer he got busted when he talked back to that police officer, and I heard overheard that policeman tell someone here, "That is real good shit, she had.  Wanna try some, Chief."

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Egyptian cupcakes

I'm getting kind of tired this weekend, cause I been baking a whole lot of cupcakes.  All those folks in Egypt, well they deserving Granny's cupcakes for the way they done behaved.
Lots of cupcakes - Victory variety - wikimedia commons

You know, I told those folks when they started out, "Now you act nice and don't act up.  You might get mad, but remember what your Granny here might think."

And you know these babies done what they was told.  So I think they deserve all the cupcakes they can get today, but here's the problem.  You see I got the cupcakes goin' but delivering will be hard.  There's too much traffic there right now, and too many politicians and other folks shootin' off their mouths, so I might not be heard.

So I'll put them on this counter and send them as I can, and any of those folks who get to Cloutierville soon can pick them up right here.

We're just past Derry if you're comin' from the  north from I49 and just turn off when you see the sign.  If you're comin' from the other direction, if you pass Derry, you've gone too far.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A different kind of God

I am going out in the morning to talk and walk about with a different kind of God.  That different kind may be yours, or maybe He is not.  You’re welcome to come with me and find out who He is
Hand of God - wikimedia commons
You see my God loves you and me and everyone He sees.  He hears the voice of anyone.  He hears the birds that sing.  He loves the ones who don’t love Him and loves them just like you.

The God I see today, I see in dreams as well.   I see Him everywhere in living every day.  I see Him in the faces of His children, as they walk around this earth.  I see Him in the things that grow, that live and die in moments much too fast.  He takes my hand and strolls the paths with everyone, just as He does with me.  He never judges how I walk and won’t allow me either to judge you.

The baseball team I cheer about; the football team I praise, I think my God enjoys those games and happily as well.  But I think he cheers those other teams just as much as those He cheers with me.

The God I love is watching people happy far away.  He trusts them as He trusts those who live in my neighborhood.  In fact, I think He thinks of us as all that neighborhood that’s His.  He told me I was brother, sister, father, mother, husband, wife, child, or kin some way to many, many people, some I may never, ever know, that I may never see.  But they are part of me today, as they are part of you.

The flag unfurls somewhere, some place.  The people smile and sing.  God looks upon each heart and says, “Don’t let that flag replace God’s place.”  He whispers in my ear; and if you listen closely, you will hear Him as I do, “Loving country, that is fine.  But loving me is Truth.”

I watched the sun come up today.  I thought of all of you.  Perhaps you will not come with me to feel that different kind of God.  You may not even think there is a God that’s there for you, but that different kind of God I love just smiles and says, “I’m there beside all creatures great and small and will be there wherever you are too.”

That different kind of God makes Sunday special, but He makes every day so it is special too.  The times He spends in quiet times with us,  He doesn’t want to hear the worst from you about the folks you know.  Nor does He want to hear the worst from me.  He says instead, just walk and see the best instead.  

We struggle.  Experts say our nature makes us who we are, but somewhere with that different kind of God that many people know and love, that nature is what binds us all the same.  For nature is the gift of God that takes the science of the earth and weaves it into mysteries that you and I can find.

I’m leaving now.  You can stay home, or walk with me today.  For on that path of love and light, the majesty is there, the smiles of happy people, the joys of everyone, the trust in one another is on this path of light.  

A different God who speaks to every faith, to every heart, who moves and lives and breathes perhaps is not what some folk think about or even can believe.  But that’s no matter, you can come; He doesn’t mind, because you’re the kind of company He wants, no matter how you look or feel or what you think about.

He is a different kind of God, but maybe not, for different as He is to me, He’s different still for you.

Glenn Beck needs history lessons and a switch on his behind

He failed his history lessons here.  He fails them even now.  So I told Glenn Beck, "You listen, child, you don't fool people here, cause we learned long ago in Cloutierville you got nothin' between those ears when you talkin' bout those people so happy now in Egypt."
Glenn Beck don't know his history - wikimedia commons

Now Granny don't like to talk bad about her grandchildren, but sometimes they just so riled up and silly when they's mad or when they don't know nothin' and want to be important.  So I just laugh at little Beck, except when I think bout those folks around who don't know him like we do.  Tellin' folks those babies in Egypt don't got the right to say they want their government free and that they is Communists and fundamentalists.  Well, that's the real bad thing bout that Beck, when that boy  don't read history good.  And that swearin'?  I don't bring my children up to talk like that, no way.

I told that child, "I warned you, son.  You got to learn to read.  What's more I think you need to learn to think as well.  Cause all those people you think you foolin', well some of them think better than you.  The rest of them, the rest of us will help figure you out.  You better go back to school, but you also better watch those britches, cause Elmer says he has an itch for a switch on that behind, down in the woodshed where Granny thinks you might want to sit with Hosni Mubarak when he gets here too.  The both of you have earned the whuppin' Elmer's gonna give.

Friday, February 11, 2011

As Egypt celebrates, woodshed waits for Hosni Mubarak

"Do you still love me, Granny?" he asked, and he sounded real sad at the time.  I was watchin' on television all those people in Egypt so happy, when he called.
Woodshed waiting for Mubarak - wikimedia commons

But Granny loves all of her children, no matter how hard that may be, especially when they been bad like Mubarak.  So this is what I told him today.

"Sure Granny loves you, but she sure don't like what you done.  And because you don't say how you're sorry, the woodshed is waitin' right here in Cloutierville, if you get shipped out of the country; and you'll wish you hadn't caused all that trouble.  You hear?

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Granny tells Mubarak: You are not their daddy

"Hosni?  Shame on you.  I said shame on you.   I should have got there with my fryin' pan long ago, but Elmer's been sick a spell, so it's hard to get away.  But I had my eyes on you, and your shenanigans, they causin' trouble..  Now, let me give you that in Arabic little Mr. Mubarak so you get this message good."
Snakes - wikimedia commons

سني؟ عار عليك. قلت عار عليك. وأرجو أن يكون هناك حصلت مع عموم fryin بلادي 'منذ فترة طويلة ، ولكن إلمر لقد موجة المرضى ، لذلك فمن الصعب الحصول على بعيدا. ولكن كان لي عيني عليك ، والخدع الخاص بك ، فإنها causin 'مشكلة'. والآن ، اسمحوا لي أن أقدم لكم أن في اللغة العربية حتى تحصل على رسالتي حقيقية جيدة. '

"Did you get that?  I said get out of there.  Now don't tell me you can't hear or understand cause you're a whole lot younger than Granny, I dare say.  Now I gotta pass this around a bit, so the rest of my family understands too and don't help you just stay and make trouble so that's why I'm now speaking English.

You keep refusin'' to do what's right.  You sure need a switch on your behind, thinkin' you'll get away with that sure-fire nonsense over there in Cairo. Like I told you the other day, you ain't these babies father.  No, and you never were.   Know why?  Cause I knows all of them and their grannies too.  That's cause I take care of them when their grannies can't or if they die or go away somewhere.  I sort of fills in for lots and lots of folks, so I get all the birth announcements too.  And I know you ain't those babies' daddy, even though you talk like you are, which is darn nonsense, I think.

You fellers keep foolin' around, when there's lots of things those babies need.  You hear them cryin' down there?  I can hear all the way to Cloutierville, so it's for darn sure you can.

Now don't think if you turn of that television or the Internet, I won't know what you're doin.'  No sirree bob, I got eyes in the back of my head, and from down here on the swamps you might open up a box and get a really big surprise.  You know those things the Pharoahs used to kill theirselves?  Well, we got that all ready to go.

Granny celebrates Aretha Franklin, Queen of Soul, from the heart of Cloutierville

"Are you going this weekend, Granny?  After all, they are honoring senior singers, and I bet you got an invitation, didn't you?" I smiled to little Melody, cause sure Granny got an invite, but Aretha Franklin knows her Granny don't like flyin' much, so  she'll likely come to Cloutierville afterward to show off her big prize..
Aretha Franklin performing at Grammy Awards

That girl, well I tell you, I remember way back when she was just knee high to a grasshopper, and sure did hop around here.  That's because Louisiana, well we're where soul music counts.  We birthed it in our cotton fields, where people sang when they was hurtin' and even when they loved.  They sang it out of those hearts filled up with love of God in churches of the South.  In Louisiana that praise music still is what we love.

"Aretha," I wrote, "Thanks for the invitation to the Grammy Award; but the cold is so bad down here, I just been feelin' poorly but I hear you bounced back from that health scare a bit ago and that you tell folks you is damn happy..  But you know Granny is gettin' old and needs to stay out of the cold."

My baby, Aretha,  called and said, "Granny, you tell the folks back home in Cloutierville, I'll be thinkin' bout them when I get that award, cause all those years around good people makes a body sing real well.  So even if they don't say it out loud, lots of fans will know, that Louisiana down home soul music along with soul food too, can sure make a body want to sing out loud and proud, as folks say I can.  I'd like to honor Cloutierville and simple folk like you."

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Cooper told, "This ain't no Hurricane Katrina"

"Anderson, you get in this house this very minute and quit tip-toeing out there, worried about those rain puddles, little Cooper you just get so fired up over everything."

Little Anderson Cooper, around here he's just known as "Coop," because well, we all know bout those chickens he chased through my yard, trying to concoct some story to entertain his little friends.

He just keeps on entertaining. But when he was little it was hard to sort out which were tales and which were tales that were true, cause that child he sure liked to act and act up. I guess that's why he wanted to be a journalist.

So I told him, those puddles out there by my porch here in Cloutierville, they don't mean nothin' to no one. The rain around here ain't been no Hurricane Katrina. And there aren't going to be a whole slew of alligators comin' on this property, with the big one here to protect this house.

But I thanked him for thinkin' bout me, sure enough, lookin' after his Granny like he seems to want to do with everyone else.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Granny's secret for Super Bowl no secret anymore

"Who do you want to win the Super Bowl, Granny," my niece Melinda asked.  "Granny ain't got no favorites, you know that," Robert replied, but then someone found out Granny's secret.
Pittsburgh Steeler fans - wikimedia commons
Granny loves everyone.  That sure is fair.  It's important when there are folks all over the world with their own ideas, opinions, whether that's religion, politics or sports.  But if you got all those people to love, here and there, how can anyone choose from all them?

But Pittsburgh?  Well, don't tell nobody.  I'm just writin' this fast so I don't get into trouble round here, with all those grandbabies takin' sides today.  Them Pittsburgh grandbabies had been sufferin' so with the cold and the blustery days.  They ain't as pretty and warm as Cloutierville.  Then they had to give up all that steel industry and turn their town around.  They got lots of schools,, so they're smart, lots of them.  So we need those poor souls to be safe and be happy too.  What do you think?

So I got my popcorn, some gumbo, some beer with the rest of the crowd and say, "Salute fans of both Packers and Steelers!  Whoever wins, Granny will love."

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Granny ready to go to Egypt with her hot frying pan to help 76-year-old woman

"That's it.  They ain't takin' us old girls down, no sirree.  Mary Thornbee says if anyone busts in her apartment she will bonk them with her rollin' pin.  Well, I got a hot fryin' pan to help, and I'm on my way, if they'll get me to the airport in time."I said to the consulate.
They better hide out in a pyramid like this to avoid Granny's hot fryin' pan - wikimedia commons

Now I can't say that gal has balls, cause she don't, and neither do I.  But ovaries, maybe, unless she lost them like me.  Oh, well that don't count since it's just a sayin' fellers made up to feel superior in times like these.

I just can't get through to Anderson Cooper.  He gets all teary himself, so I think he likely needs help too.  After all, folks can see Granny writes.  And I'll bring all the cupcakes I can load up, and Mary and I can pass them out along the way.

The thing is, I got this idea.  There's some pretty strong weed, my grandson said he'd put in, that would get them all to lie down and just play and sing instead of shooting each other in Egypt.

I said to him, "Weed?  That don't make sense."  He told me, "Granny, trust me.  That's what will work.  Besides with you and that tough old lady can take down those boys, if not with the rollin' pin and fryin' pan, with the scoldin' you give around here---well look out!  Those fellers tryin' to make trouble on those horses and all, and hurtin' those people who just want to vote like people in Cloutierville, don't know who they'd be tanglin' with if my Granny got them by the collars."

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Cupcakes and children's wisdom for world problems

"They are throwing rocks at us, Granny.  Should we run or throw some of them back?"  Molly and Gordon are breathless, not knowing just what to do.
If cupcakes could solve the world problems - wikimedia commons

"How did it start?" came the question, but the children they just got confused and started talking at once, so no one could understand much.

"Those kids from Alexandria are just mean.  They came here after school yesterday and said their town was better than ours.  Then they stuck out their fingers and said 'try me' and so we started fighting back."

"With words," this old Granny, asked but knew that's how these bad things happen with children, with adults and all over the world.  Sometimes the problem is water, and no one pays much attention, even when it can be more important than anything else.  Instead people fight over words.

So the answer is always so hard for Granny's babies, right now and when they grow up.

"It isn't who starts the fight as much as where it is going and finding the best place to stop it.  It means children, adults who are willing to listen and find some way to solve problems that won't hurt people who tomorrow will be friends again.  Knowing how is like finding your steps, where you went, so you don't make those mistakes again."

Molly put down her rock and sat down.  "I'm not going out there right now," she said.  "I'm going to find some of your cupcakes and put them out on the porch with a note that says to take all you want, cause there's more sugar  in the world to make more."

It's simple, my sweet Molly's wisdom.  How many today wish cupcakes could solve the world's problems in simple ways like Molly explains, and people could just sit and eat on this porch in Cloutierville where everyone knows there's a spoonful of sugar and a happy song somewhere to make everything feel just right.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Granny calms Derrick's fears about the violent weather

Derrick was watching those news shows.  "Aren't you scared, Granny," he asked and I told him, it's time to get back to his school work, but no Granny isn't scared as much as she worries that people forget children worry a lot about things adults say and what is on television too.

It was mostly the weather Derrick worried about because we all have family in Kansas, Chicago and all over the country, one end to the other, where everything looks really bad..  The skies they looked gray in Cloutierville, with lightning, and winds and the rain they came down, so the little ones here they got scared.  There are ways we teach children about weather so they understand more than just listening to frightening things.

In an old woman's life, weather changes are part of what happens again and again; but for children they worry so Granny remembers how we need to be with those tykes.  They wake up in the night and get scared, then crawl into my bed.  So Granny is going to tuck my little grandchild,  Derrick, in his bed with his teddy and tell him sweet dreams, not to worry, cause Granny is here.  His cousins will soon be all right.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Granny tells Hosni Mubarak of Egypt he ain't getting pyramids or cupcakes

سني ، الذي كان زعيم لمدة 30 عاما في مصر ، وأنت متأكد من القيام به في فوضى. الابن ، وحان الوقت لترك منذ لك هو الحصول على ما يصل هناك منذ سنوات. إذا باري ليس تيلين 'لك ، الجدة سوف بالتأكيد.  Now you and me we do Arabic, but let me tell the family too, "I want you to give up your job leading Egypt, Hosni, cause you're too old and haven't helped much, and you're gettin' those folks too upset."
Hosni Mubarak, shown here in 2003, President of Egypt now in civil unrest - wikimedia commons

"No, you're gonna have to pay attention.  You know enough of what I'm sayin', and the whole world needs to understand, so let's talk the way other people know too since this involves the whole family now.

"It's my business, Granny."  That Hosni ain't listenin'.  "I'm all grown up and can do what I want.  I don't have to listen to you."

"That's the problem, "I told him on the phone this mornin'  Little Mr. Mubarak don't listen to nobody, but this time he'd better cause there's trouble ahead.

"Look, here, you give that job up and get here to Cloutierville and we'll get a big mound of dirt in the backyard where you can be buried real proper cause it looks like they won't give you a pyramid there, not at all, cause they ain't doin' that stuff anymore.  They'll just string you up maybe like happened to Saddam.  Remember your neighbor, son?  So catch the next plane and get here for dinner, and we'll talk about what to do next.  But your talkin' back to me means no more cupcakes."

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Michele Bachmann needs to wash off that manure

"Get in here!  You're all covered with it.  You were good at shoveling manure when you worked in the pastures by the levees, but it looks like you can't keep it from sticking to your clothes, Michele."

That Bachmann child was always one I had to keep an eye on, but she skeedaddled to Minnesota with her folks; and after that she just kept shoveling manure, even though she went to law school.  All that education, and that's all she can do is what she was doin' back yonder in the fields as a kid.

Now here she is just walking down the street in Cloutierville braggin' to folks, like she done something smart after President Barry's talk the other night, makin' her speech and all.  But I told her, "You'd better get the hose out front and wash yourself off cause those alligators can smell you comin' even before someone catches you and puts you in the woodshed.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Granny hopes the man upstairs doesn’t make the call

“He needs an operation,” the doctor didn’t talk long, but what he said was something no one likes to hear. “And he will need your help,” is something women just assume, indeed, for in some ways it makes us who we are.  Love is something that can raise us up to where we need to be.

Granny, what areyou going to do?” Jennifer asked, her eyes all wet and worried.  “Everything,” is what I said, for everything is what a granny does, a mother does, a wife does too.  It’s what makes us strong.  Jennifer, a young grandchild, loves Grandpa Elmer so and wonders why these things are part of life.

Elmer needs an operation.  My Elmer, big and always there for family, friends, and always there for me.  I worry, but my Jenny need not hear.

For love is part of that vow we take when marriage first begins.  It’s sickness or in health we hear, and some folks turn away.  They leave when times are tough; and if they do, they leave their very souls behind, when whispered voices say,  “I need you. Stay.”

The man upstairs just called a friend, and Granny knows that call is anytime for anyone when they are old and needed somewhere else.  She only hopes that Elmer isn’t called right now when Granny needs him most right here in Cloutierville.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Home sweet home and what aloha really means

 Granny felt at home in Hawaii, and my Elmer he did too.  We are at home right here in Cloutierville, and we both know what aloha and what home can really mean, and it means all of you.  
Hawaii's people are many hues and love and live in home sweet home
For home is where we are right now and where we were as well, and tomorrow we could love again in another place, since no one knows for sure where feet may wander, if only in one's dreams.

Beautiful Hawaii.  Oh yes, it felt like home.  The island people are as fine as they can be.  Elmer and me we remember our children there as everywhere they go and love them like the ones in Cloutierville, for they embraced us just like family, as we are to all we love.
A long time ago Granny learned where home may really be.  It isn't a place, a building or a special spot at all.  It really is the people and where our hearts can sing.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The world's beauty found in the face of a single man

Devin Trahan - the new face of America and one of Granny's most beautiful grandchildren
He's the face of the new world, someone told me.  Half Cajun, half Japanese and living in Hawaii, like a garden of many hues, Granny wasn't surprised because that's how beauty works these days.

Granny got home to Cloutierville on Saturday, to let the family know why there weren't cupcakes for awhile but lots of good, warm thoughts for everyone while she was gone.

Devin is now the color and kind of face we see more and more, as the man upstairs likes mixing his cupcakes and making them sweeter with each new batch.

He's Granny's gift for everyone to see and celebrate and learn once more how beautiful the world is now with folks like Devin in it.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Hawaii Aloha is the water, not the sand of love

 "You look so young," they told Elmer and me, and maybe that's because they see the friendship that makes love strong, that keeps folks young and that keeps life brand new each day.
Water of life for all creatures in Hawaii

Like love, eternal friendship keeps the heart that looks ahead, not back, as many of our grandbabies in Hawaii do.  For Elmer and me the friendship is the base of love and romance, that folks who find it know they can be anywhere, live anywhere and be strong.

For love is not the sand but water of friendship and of love.  It bathes the spirit.  It refreshes and glorifies the body too and brings new life each day.

Elmer and me we leave today the land of aloha and love to return to Cloutierville, but that land and love we keep inside forever for that's what never leaves.  May every loved one that we know, and every heart that hears, have the echoes of this love that comes to the lucky and the searchers that keeps us eternally young.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Hawaii don't know fish from poke

We were at this restaurant in Honolulu, looking at the menu, and Elmer says to me, "Look Granny, they have poke here, so may be you can exchange recipes, but it turns those folks got another idea about what poke is all about.

Poke is on back left  and part of plate lunch in Ward Warehouse
"That's poke?  Funny kind of poke," I figure, but these folks are trying hard to figure out poke salad, and I ain't givin' them the recipe it since what happens in Cloutierville stays in Cloutierville.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

In Hawaii 80 is the new 18

I read somewhere that 50 is the new 30, and then one of my grandbabies who's 60 told me she feels like she's 40.  But I got them both beat, cause in Hawaii 80 is the new 18.

Wisdom of age and vigor of youth and you can fly at any age
 Cloutierville is the only place where people feel young like here in Hawaii.  But there's something bout an ocean to make a body good. 

There's also the best thing that goes with gettin' smart as you get older and feelin' young as well.

Now Elmer, when I tell him Granny feels like 18, he says he hopes he can keep up and catch me,  but he says he's real tired doin' it, especially at night when Granny feels really 18.  I tells him 85 is the new 42 1/2.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Tees for Two: Hawaii politics embrace fashion change

Elmer said, "Granny, we need to look like we belong," since he remembers pictures of folks who go to Hawaii wearing shirts and dresses with pretty flowers and designs and men and their wives looking alike.  So we got the latest fashion and wonder how folks in Louisiana are going to like our style.
Matching Barack Obama tee shirts from ABC store in Waikiki

Just wish there was more room in my suitcase to make sure my grandbabies all over the world look as good as we do in our new duds.