My Journey






I keep forgetting about this Blog.  Guess I really have nothing to say.  Just a day by day journey. ....  Try to get out with girlfriends and travel some.  Have several neat trips on the horizon.. A new grandchild in the fall...


I am almost off of my antidepressant.   I cook alot for my friends and have dinners once or twice a month....I work alot in my yard....I crave winter for some reason other than I always loved it...  A fire in the fireplace, a big pot of soup on the stove, my cat curled up on the hearth, and a good book ....


Dr. Hubby crossed over now nine months.  I love him more today than I did yesterday.


I miss intelligent conversation very much.  We discussed everything, and that I miss most of all.    That and his big hands holding mine...


I'll be back.....  just don't know when...

My friends 




One of my friends in high school was named Jack Miller Moore.  He was in love with my best friend Dixie....  They dated off and on for several years but her parents broke them up, as they were afraid he would never amount to anything....


He was a sweet blue eyed blond headed boy.  Everyone loved him, and he was chosen for Mr this and that.  Played football and basketball and baseball.  He and I would get paired off from time to time when we were not dating anyone special.  Had a lot of fun too.  Never forget going with him to see Tom Jones, the movie.  I was so embarrassed but then remembered I was with Jack.   He was like a brother, even tho every time he took me home he would beg for sex.  He never quit.    He always sang "Mrs. Robinson got a lovely daughter.


Well school was over, Dixie had to marry Ronnie a guy she had dated from out of town, and her Dad disowned her.     Everything went to sister, Judy..  Then Dad died..  Jack went into the service.... Viet Nam....  Flew planes.... Was outstanding.... Came home finally and went to law school, and became DA for Bell County.


Jack Married a girl he never really cared about named Gloria.  We all went to school together, and she was younger than us....  I was cheerleader with her... They had three boys and a girl.   I remember her Mother died when she was 12.  She loved Jack very much.


Meanwhile Dixie had her boy, Ronald and Judy her sister, had Stacey....  Judy dies from a overdose in Dallas,  leaving all of the inheritance to Stacy who  was adopted by Dixie and her husband Ronnie...  


Time goes by.  I see Dixie and Jack and Gloria at our 10 year reunion.  Jack just stares at Dixie.    


I had my first husband with me.  I had dated Jack's best friend for awhile, but had broken up with him because my parents would not let me date a Catholic boy back then.....My brother married a Catholic girl, and later became Catholic too.  Of course Daddy had died already....Always wondered what Daddy would have said about that, and then having two grandchildren Catholic.  


Six years ago Ronnie, Dixie's husband dies of a heart attack..  He and Dixie raised their son and Judy's little girl....She was eight months old when Judy died....  .  Beautiful kids...  and five months later Jack dies of a brain tumor.  Scott and White treated him for depression then ... finially they said it was a tumor.


When ever we met for our class reunions....50th coming next year, we go to where Jack was buried and sit around and visit with him.  All of us from my class remember good times.... 
We are very close..  We share alot.   The cemetery is out in a pasture off of the Little River  Bridge Road... A private place where we road horses and spent summers laughing and talking and riding bare back.  The boys were sweet and the girls were innocent and life was going to go on and on...  I hug the guy Daddy made me break up with, and say hi to his wife. He has been battling cancer for a number of years.    I hope he continues to improve.  

You Can Never Go Back!

After Dr Hubby died, my first trip to my Moms was quite hard for me....  He was my side kick/rode shotgun so  to say.

Well, Mom immediately asked me if I was going to move home.  Trying hard to explain to her that I had lived in my little town for 49 years.  My kids grew up there, my Church and friends were there.  Everyone knows my Name thing.....feel on deaf ears..... 

I had lived in her home she and Dad built in the early 60's five years.  I had worked at Scott and White Hospital and could again if I wanted too.... which I smiled to myself.... She thinks I'm still a kid.  At  102 almost.... a 67 daughter is a youngster.    Alot of my friends still lived there she added....  

I looked around the old house and remembered Dad, who died when I was 20 and little brother who just turned 60..... of parties they gave me and sleep overs.... Of old boyfriends who made my heart leap and the smell of leather football jackets they let me wear.  Of good-night kisses on the front porch....and break ups and make ups.....

Dad always fried chicken and made mashed potatoes and gravey and chocolate cupcakes on "home game" nights, and the cheerleaders came home with me, and ate and went to the game from my house located a little way from the School/football field.....I really did not want to be a cheerleader, but Mom wanted me too.....  I remember begging my Senior year .... Please don't let me run.... I want to chill out this year.

Where had that young girl gone?  Friends had died andmany moved to Dallas/Ft. Worth....Austin..  Very few remained  there.....  Young people with dreams and yearnings..... Wars and divorces, babies and jobs...

NO, I could not come back here...  My grandson lives just 70 miles from me and I enjoy him so much and daughter depends on me from time to time.... No, I could not come back ........

As I was leaving to head back home, my Mom asked, "are you going to rent one or both of those empty bedrooms"?  No I replied, I enjoy being alone ..... WELL SHE SAID, " I'D BE SCARED SOMEONE WAS HIDING IN THEM.."       ..... Thanks Mom, 

She refuses to move in with me..... She has her 42 Club that meets on Tuesdays at her house.....She has her friends, and her Church and my Brother 10 miles away when he's home.....and her memories in that big ol house....my cousins close by.....