|As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney
This week’s column was pulled from the As I was Saying archives
I’m sittin’ here by my window dreadin’ the winter weather that has made it’s
appearance it seems.
I can’t imagine what is would be like livin’ up north.
But, I can remember one time when it came a big snow, and we kids had a big
But, we liked to have run Mama wild goin’ in and out, but other kids always
gathered at our home.
She made everybody feel welcome. I still have folks tell me how good she was
When we felt like we were freezin’ we would run inside for a while.
We knew there was a big blazin’ fire, and after all, we needed a little
warmth every once in a while – and then out we would go again!
Daddy and Uncle Mack spent a lot of time workin’ hard gathering the wood and
bringin’ it home.
They cut it in the fall and stacked it out back of the two homes, includin’
a huge pile of stove wood for the kitchen.
I remember part of my time was spent bringin’ in stove wood, and puttin’ it
in a wooden box behind the big cook stove.
And, I also remember the big hot biscuits Mama made, especially for
Our cows gave us milk. Boy! I remember wonderful whipped cream and “sure
enough” butter. The hens gave us eggs and some of the younger chickens gave
their life – so we could have fried chicken once in a while.
But, the rooster just strutted around and woke everybody up early in the
morning. Like the one here does now.
I wonder what the younger folks would have to say if they attended a “hog
killin’ day?” Neighbors gathered and it was a full day of work. Some of it I
didn’t want to watch, but I ate plenty of the meat when it was cooked!
As I was saying, I dread winter, but the memories have helped a lot.
View From Here
By Katherine Veno
We all have
Each of us the exact same amount of hours in the day. We all have the exact
number of days in our week. The difference is made when individually we
decide how to spend each day.
It is easy in the ice cold gray of winter to hit a slump. The cold prevents
us from doing much outdoors, and the windows fog up with moisture. Coats are
heavy and bulky and gloves handicap our hands. If we are in a ski resort, it
is probably all beautiful, but if we are trapped in our office, our home,
and the steps are icy and treacherous, we can get a bit depressed from all
Hitting the refrigerator or snack cupboard gives a temporary lift, but later
it just adds pounds that will be hard to shed come summer. Calling a friend
is always good, and remember to share something promising. Set your inner
map to a new dream and discuss what you will do when the weather clears.
This would work good on Sunday, when we have free minutes on our cell
Then comes day two. If it is still gray, I close my eyes and picture the sun
glistening on water. I remember that loves does not make the world go
around. Love is what makes the ride worth it all. Reach out to somebody you
know and extend your friendship. Hug someone and both of you will be glad
Here comes the third day. Listen to your heart. It knows you the best. If
conditions are okay and you can drive, take somebody else to the grocery
store who can’t drive anymore. Stop by the library and check out a good book
for them if they like to read. Don’t forget the post office. One hour of
running errands for somebody who can’t is worth it all to them, and you will
feel better as well. Joy sparkles even brighter in times of strife and
On day four, stop and think about all you have done. Sure there are lots of
successes, but more than likely there are disappointments, mistakes and sad
choices. Remember they are behind you. There is not one second you can
change about the past. Imagine that only success lies ahead of you. Work
some magic in your life. Get rid of clutter in your closet and give away a
Day five is a good day to evaluate your good works. How long has it been
since you looked inward and liked what you saw? In one week we have ample
opportunity to do something good every single day, and it takes no longer to
think a good thought than to dwell on negatives. Feeling sorry for yourself?
When I find myself feeling less than grateful, I pick myself up and offer a
smile to somebody who obviously could use one, and volunteer a simple
service to a friend or neighbor. Even taking out trash for a neighbor who
does not need to brave the cold is a start.
Day six is the day I think positively. Positive thinking is never a waste of
time. I visualize what I really want for my life and see it clearly. In
order to achieve anything, there must be actual belief that it can be
realized. Remember you were meant to be loved, and you will triumph. Anytime
is a good time for a fresh start.
When day seven rolls around, I take a nap, and when I wake up, I look in the
mirror. Sure it is not the face of my youth, but it is a good face, and I
like myself. There is no reason not to give yourself another chance. In
order to like anybody else, we must first realize our own worth. Remember
who you are. You are someone special.
We all have the same seven days in our week. Each day is a gift. You must
take the time to unwrap it and make the effort to change your life for the
better. Nowadays, everybody feels like they need to fix something about
themselves. They think they need a makeover inside and out, or maybe even a
But there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. In fact, you are better than
perfect. You are real and you are uniquely you.
|Escapades of Emily
By Emily Gail Lundy
It’s been called a woman’s crowning glory. Probably more women call it their
crowning worry. Hair. Mop. Tresses. Tendrils. Unmanageable.
To many women, the main concern of the female exhibit is the hair on the
head. Crossword puzzles even have a clue for hair – unruly do.
When we look at old pictures, especially school photos of long ago
classmates or even ourselves, we often sigh at our hairstyles. Some females
are to be envied for hair in place, a soft look, lovely curls.
Then there are pictures of girls who tried to have enviable hair, but a
picture reveals the “do” is dry, hard to comb, a fighter for any look the
girl under it might desire.
When I was age 3, some tell me my mother cried about my hair. With three
bobby pins, she could roll three flat curls to make my hair lie closer to my
head, more feminine. Most of her life, my mother’s hair had a soft curl,
short, easily managed and dark, maybe a few waves across the top. In
pictures of her and her friends in the 1930s, the hair sets are not
laughable. These woman wore well-coiffured hair they had to set themselves,
a slightly curled look or cap of curls close to the head.
In the 1950s, home permanents and beauty-shop permanents became popular. We
straight-haired girls in the family could roll our hair every night or get
one of the curly permanents that took about all the moisture with it. An
image of broom straw won’t fade from my past.
Later, the working girls had weekly beauty appointments – what a lift. Then
the teasing or back-combing of hair to give it volume. For a week, we tried
to keep this style intact, then have it redone.
I tried every change that came out to improve what I didn’t have, that
“crowning glory.” Sometimes my hair grew past my neck. I began frosting it
with blonde over my dark blonde, but as I became older, a mother, and the
recipient of surgeries, my hair turned darker, or had a certain tint to it.
I swear a few times that tint was greenish, but usually reddish.
One friend kept her dark locks so bleached, almost white, that one day at
her beauty shop while her locks were being washed, much of her hair came
This could have been the time of the wig or wiglet phase. Yes, I indulged.
When I see pictures of me like this, I pretend it is not I.
Another friend had a bald spot in the top of her head, from her young days
on. I heard she had surgery and never removed the wiglet. It might be true –
her husband never saw her without makeup. Wow.
Finally, I came to a decision. It made no difference in better or worse.
Just go with what you were born with and do the best you can.
Some women have hair growing forward, others’ strands lie backward. Go with
the flow. Of course, I went with my natural forward look, had a bowl-shaped
cut all around, a style that made me look bigger in the face, and hated to
be seen in public.
Also, I was blessed with straight hair. After almost 60 years of trying all
styles, I’m going straight. I began taking fish oil eggs in pill form for my
dry eyes, and I think it made my hair better.
Also, we wash our hair too much in this country. With all the ads on
television about hair, no wonder.
My point is, our hair can drive us crazy. We have to learn a way to live
with it or be obsessed by it. Some of us are losing hair, maybe because we
overtreat it. Many turn grey or white, which is lovely if all the hair will
Married women have husbands who may notice their wives’ hair. All my man has
ever said is not to have it too short in the back, thus letting my hair in
back balance my double chins in front. Then one day he had his cut in a
burr! I cried, but received freedom to dye mine – navy, I think. Anyway,
there is always a cute hat to wear somewhere. I’m getting quite a