Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Making Memories


My Grandparents were Wallace Henry and Serepta Cox.  They were my mother’s parents who gave dad the land to build his house.  We lived directly behind them in a two-story cinder block house.   I know now what a blessing it was to live so close, to at least one side of my third generation.  I have so many memories of them that I consider priceless.

They were both born in the late 1800’s and married in December of 1919, only two months after his military discharge from the Army.  Granddaddy had served in World War I as a military policeman in France.  He had many occupations as he traveled around the Southeast seeking income for his young family.  Grandmother would often joke every time they passed through a small town, “Wallace said he helped build that plant”!  They grew up in harsh economic times.  Granddad was forty-one years old when the depression hit.  By that time, he owned a dump truck and was able to make ends meet hauling whatever he could.  He was able to open a small grocery store in Alabama City, near their house on Dozier Street.  Mother said he didn’t make much money because he would over extend credit to those who were in desperate need. 

He closed that store and opened a larger one near the Dwight cotton mill at Canterberry Station.  By the time I came along in 1958, he had retired and was only selling Watkins products, and those mostly to the black community near Forrest Cemetery in Gadsden.  My early driver training was helping him deliver orders to his clients.

He loved to go fishing.  He would walk out to our house and ask Mom if I wanted to go fishing.  Of course, I always did.  His favorite spot was Lack’s fish camp, on the low side of the dam at Leesburg.  He liked to go early and fish till mid-afternoon.  We’d tie up, usually not too far from the dam.  He fished with three rods to my one.  We rarely left with an empty cooler.  He would clean and cook the fish when we got home.   Grandmother always refused to cook fish.  She didn’t like the smell of it cooking but she usually ate some.

She was probably the best cook I’ve known.  Her back door was the kitchen door and I was there often.  I still remember the blackberry and apple cobblers she would make.  They were just the best!  I remember eating simple lunches such as pinto beans and cornbread, butter beans and rice, or just a tomato sandwich.  She would cook a big spread with mother’s help if company were coming.   Oddly, Granddaddy always fixed breakfast.  I’ve always known that, but for some reason I have always given her credit for those great leftover biscuits I grabbed, as I passed through the kitchen.

I probably spent as much time at their house as I did at mine.  I remember watching Bonanza on TV, along with Hawaii 5-0 and Perry Mason.  Granddaddy would also listen to the Braves play baseball on the radio while Grandmother sewed or cleaned house. 

My Grandfather served as an elder at the Sansom Avenue Church of Christ for over forty years.  He loved studying the Bible and I remember listening in on several conversations with preachers, who came to visit and discuss scripture.  He had cataract surgery when he was in his eighties, and it distressed him that afterwards, he couldn’t read his Bible as well.  Grandmother was a member of the Sansom church but still had most of her Primitive Baptist blood still in tact.  She was from a   Sand Mountain family named “Wootten”.  Famous for their sacred harp singing or “fa-so-la” as some call it.  We usually attended the Spring Decoration at Antioch Baptist and enjoyed the dinner on the ground afterwards.

In our neighborhood, we knew everyone’s name on our side of the street and most of those on the other side.  We would sit on the front porch like greeters.  If a passer by saw anyone on the porch, they would usually stop and chat.  It was just a friendlier time with friendlier people.  The front porch was also our family gathering location.  As the youngest, I remember being the “gofer”.   If someone wanted a coke from the corner store, I’d take the money and run get it.  Herdon’s was at the end of our block and they sold drinks for 10 cents.  They were in a coke display box filled with cold water.  You identified the drink you wanted by the cap and then slid it to the end to remove.  Bringing the empty bottle back also got you three cents, so I could sometimes get a drink just by returning bottles.


I’ve been mind wandering a lot since working on family genealogy again.  We tend to think of history as the Crusades, famous battles, or the birth of nations.  Family history is a treasure that is hidden in each of us.  Don’t forget where you buried it.  Even more important, new treasures are formed every day.  Still got your grandparents?  Go make some memories!

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Endless Possibilities


Sipping on a fresh homemade strawberry kombucha, I’m sitting in a 600 square foot room we call “the cave”. It’s snowing outside, while I’m watching flames in the woodstove through the glass door.  The contrast of extremes is interesting.  My charcoal gray T-shirt states, I’m currently unsupervised.  I know, it freaks me out too.  But the possibilities are endless!  My long gray beard matches it well. 

My wife says that I’ve evolved into a hippie.  Yes, I do hunt mushrooms in the woods.  I also make my own herbal teas and medicines. My ROKU is playing Tibetan meditation music in the background… so she probably isn’t far from the truth.  But not a hippie, I see that culture as leading us to the drug induced, sex craved culture we see today.  I do, however, like the peace and love aspect.

It’s okay to mellow a little as we age.  Even explore new ideas and hobbies.  I wish I had discovered my older self at a younger age.  I believe the Creator cuts us some slack as we age.  I don’t believe He’s as mean as I once thought.  I really won’t get struck with lightning if I don’t attend church this week. Today, I even find a forty five minute Bible study lasts all day.  It just seems to never end.  When did Sunday school get soooooo long?

I still go to church. I just get more religion working outside, in nature, than I do in attending.  I’m at the point in life where I need more than a church, which is obsessed in the past, can give.  I like Romans 1:19-20, For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made. Give me a class study on string theory, quantum mechanics, or near death experiences.  We are eternal beings of light!  If we don’t stop studying Jewish history, science will discover the real Creator before the church does.  I understand the preoccupation with the past, but is it at the cost of our present, or possibly our future?

I do have many questions about God, which remain unanswered.  But I’m looking for those answers.  It’s the person who doesn’t seek that’s in real danger.  Rejecting completely the concept of a divine creator is not even an alternative answer.  Looking at nature, the only correct one is that God is real. Design is everywhere!

The problem, is that the church has presented to us an active communicating God who has our best interest at heart.  It’s nice, but He is often silent and passive when we call.  Our pleas go unanswered as we struggle through life seemingly unaided.  It makes people reject that business model and opt for another, less religious and less churchy.  I’m not anti-church.  I am anti a church, which cannot change, especially one that claims to have all the answers.

The Bible is Religion 101.  It should make you thirsty for more knowledge, more seeking of a Creator where possibilities are endless!

Philippians 2:12-13 says to Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling; for it is God who is producing in you both the desire and the ability to do what pleases Him.   Is there a “holistic” religion?  Edgar Cayce said, “Then, to be able to remember the sunset, to be able to remember a beautiful conversation, a beautiful deed done where hope and faith were created, to remember the smile of a babe, the blush of a rose, the harmony of a song—a bird’s call; these are creative.  For they are a part of thyself, they bring you closer and closer to God”


The temperature outside is 23 degrees with a wind chill of 11.  The snow is still falling along with the temps… guess I’ll go watch some UFO videos.  Just kidding!