|As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney
This is another pretty day and so far a quiet one. But not for long.
School buses will be coming and going filled with eager young pupils, at
least most of them. I know they will have to be quiet on the buses the
driver sees to that. But when the doors are open, out they come.
When I was a bit younger, things were a lot different. There were no buses,
so my daddy saw that we got to school.
As I think about these days, I wonder if he needed some quiet at home. I
know I have had that feelin’ at times when my children started growing.
He would hitch his mules to a wagon and we would be on our way. He would
stop and pick up neighbors kids on the way and they were very thankful.
As I was saying, no buses, but we got to school.
View From Here
By Katherine Veno
There are a few simple things I do know about relationships. The number one
thing I have learned is to not get married acting like you can simply change
everything you do not like about your spouse in the first year. As for my
knowledge of men, the only thing you can actually change on a man is a
diaper. The only thing you can change on a woman is her hair color.
Women are notorious for getting fixer-uppers. We believe we can change a bad
behavior because our other half loves us. This is a myth.
The only person you can truly ever change is yourself. Nagging never works
and actually makes everything worse. So if a behavior of yours drive your
mate crazy - change it. That is the best either of you can do.
Both men and women can be like cute puppies. Their bad habits are not so
cute when they become old dogs. If your partner makes a great tuna casserole
and you hate it, but say you love it, she will continue to make it because
she thinks you love it. But remember to use tact when you tell her that you
love a hot meal, but never have really liked tuna. If your mate keeps
grilling the same old steaks over and over and you never say you would
really like to not have so much red meat in your diets, you’ll get steak
again and again, and no vegetable lasagna. Get the picture? The key here is
to do it nicely, and choose your words carefully, so as to not wear your
meal you do not like.
You need to let go of the minor irritations that do not really matter in the
long haul. Nobody ever died because the dishes did not get done, or the bed
was not made every single day first thing. Remember your list of annoying
behaviors is at least as long as his. If both partners make it a habit to be
courteous and considerate of the space they share, everybody wins.
Finally, remember to dream and plan together. It takes a certain amount of
courage to tell your dreams to somebody else. Even when times are tough it
is crucial to share a dream together. A better place, a calmer life, and a
shared common goal is critical.
Remember as you walk through life sharing your life with someone, that you
need to show respect and love to them first. Don’t be nicer to strangers and
neighbors, including friends, than you are to your partner. It is a
challenge to live with somebody’s quirks and idiosyncrasies, and everybody
looks better in soft lighting with music playing, but this is real life.
Give your partner the extension of your inner stability and caring that you
would like to receive from him, in the bright light of day.
|Escapades of Emily
By Emily Gail Lundy
out of gas...
It was a hot and muggy morning, around 10 a.m. A friend came by and offered
to drive me west to Kerens to see someone. We started out, laughing about my
hat, and on the highest point of the higher bridge over the Trinity River,
the car died from lack of fuel. My driver manipuplated the car to the right
railing. We had no cell phone.
Yes, I’ve owned three of these phones in the past, run a pickup over one,
but the final use was on a trip to the East thinking long-distance calls
cost the same as local. Really, I was born ten years too early for the
That was two or three years ago. We were driving through Tennessee on our
way home when the phone rang from Trinidad. It was the superintendent then
asking if my husband would be making the school board meeting. “I don’t
think so,” he said. “We’re coming into Nashville, and my wife wants to eat
at a popular country restaurant she’s heard about.”
That phone bill and the shape of the economy were not welcome greeters at
home. Nothing has gone right since. I can forget two items on my “bucket
Back at the bridge last week, my driver said she would roll down the
windows, raise the hood (?) and we would walk to the nearest building for a
This was the VFW structure, closed, but shade was on the west, and I sat
there while my friend walked more to the next building. I told her to call
City Hall to see if someone there could help us.
In a few minutes here came my chauffeur and a nice employee of building No.
2. He had cold water and said he’d take us to my home. We had just sat in
the living room when the police chief drove up, asking what trouble I’d had.
When I told him, “No gas and where it happened,” he laughed.
But he did let me ride alone in the locked-in back seat of his semi-van to a
station. Our car gets good mileage, and with a gallon I drove the same
vehicle on to Kerens and back.
Occurrences like this remind me of travels with the four children, atop the
luggage if we were in our Fairmont used station wagon.
Once we were headed up the peak of Pike, only to run into a surprise
blizzard half-way to the top. Tour buses were coming down fast mostly on the
inside lane, and we were frightened by it all. One child and I were huddled
in the front seat crying. Finally, traffic stopped, Dad managed a
turn-around without going over into an abyss and we were soon safe at the
bottom. Had we run out of gas, we might have pushed, all of us, and coasted.
I forget. Men don’t run out of gas.