Shocked!

I would like to warn you ladies especially. Listen to my every word and listen carefully. Promise me you will harness your emotions and if you have a complaint, take it out on your husband.

I have a regular routine and love it. Coffee in the mornings with Julie, twittering, doing yard work, and on the weekend I attend Church. This story happened a few months ago in one Sunday Morning Worship. Now, don’t run away because I am talking about Church. Just read and enjoy..

This Sunday morning at Worship, I was listening intently to what the Preacher was saying. He had a good one.. Most of the time I know the stories of the Bible but at the end of this sermon, the Preacher said something that totally shocked me, I like to have jumped out of the Pew. He was making a statement about life and then He paused  and said this : All Ladies want their Men to think like them…
Well, I looked around, no one snickered or made any move , not even a smile..  The Pastor ended the service and I left the Church but the thought stuck. On Monday, I told my brother this story. He was amazed at first, thought for a bit then He told me his opinion. Do you agree or disagree on what the preacher said?

The End

Uncle Carr

Living at the Old  George Corbett Homesite was living in the deep woods. It was called Bear Pen by the old timers long ago. They say men would trap bears there . My past thoughts are from this place  when I was about 5 yrs old. We played in the side yard all the time during the summer, making little roads with our toy trucks,,  It was so much fun there.  Mom had chickens in the yard that fed all over the place.. This is what happened one day while playing in the yard.

We had a  two rut tram road beside the house for any mule and cart to travel up Lyon.  This day I noticed one old Black Man named Uncle Carr. He passed every day going and  coming from the fields where he worked.  He was sitting on the cart, looking forward, humped over, sweat on his brow, never noticing us when we  went to greet him. He just looked forward everytime.  I began to feel sorry for Uncle Carr. He looked tired, no emotion each time he passed by home. I always wondered what worried him.  He often did odd jobs around the community . He looked so tired to me ,  from a  little boy eyes.. 
One day months later I noticed Uncle Carr did not come by anymore.  I missed him because I want to see him one day happy  and smiling. 

I ask my mom about Uncle Carr. She said Uncle Carr was tearing down a big barn  up the road from us. He had been working on it for days when He fell out of the top to his death. I was shocked and wanted to cry.    Why did Uncle Carr , such a sad man have to die that way. 

You may ask why we called him Uncle Carr. Well we were taught by our parents to call all older Black folks  Aunt or Uncle.  and He did..