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.