June traditionally has been the month for brides. From the initial naming of the month (for Juno, the Roman goddess of marriage), to the fact that flowers in the northern hemisphere are at their freshest, to the more recent factor, namely that of starting a new life together following graduation, this month seems to be THE month for celebrating the start of new lives together. The peer and societal pressure to marry in the month of flowers, to go from the graduation ceremony to the alter, the â€śdreamâ€ť all seem to conspire to push people to marriage.
Yeah, my wife has got some folks all down in there.
That usually means kinfolks, but not always. Sometime, simple country doings are confusing. You know, out way past where the pavement ends and across the dry creek. It's where we talk slow, think slow and move slow. Ya really think that's always right?
Now back to "my wife's folks". No, he is not blood kin to them. He may call his wife's cousin "my cousin" if he is short on cousins, a rare deal hereabouts. Someone may ask if that is his real cousin, to which he may say, "We are cousins across the table."
Graduation is such a special time, not just for those who are leaving high school or college, but also for their parents and families. It is the culmination of years of encouragement, watching, waiting, and praying. Whether proceeding to college or a career, the graduate is embarking on life as an adult.
It's that time of year again, where social media will buzz like crazy on Sunday as we all take the time to let the online world know that our mom is the best one out there.
If you've followed my columns, I've already praised my mom through this particular medium. But as I glance at my Facebook news feed on a daily basis (probably more than I should), I find that there are a wide variety of mothers out there, and they all should be celebrated.
I've often wished my kids could see how things were when I was a kid. "'Zat right?" you say. Yeah, it is. I wish they could see how much different daily life was at that time. It's really kind of hard to tell them about it, but if they could go to the high school and see the teachers, and see how everyone was dressed and how much different the hairstyles were, I think they'd understand. It seems like everyone was busy, but it wasn't this mad rush of running, snatching and grabbing that we now have.
May first is probably one of the least known â€śspecialâ€ť days on the calendar. By proclamation issued in 1958, President Eisenhower declared the day â€śLaw Dayâ€ť, a time to remember and to honor â€śthe great heritage of liberty, justice and equality under law which our forefathers bequeathed to usâ€ť. While not a holiday celebrated with the festivities of some â€“ and it is doubtful that any businesses or government offices close for its observance â€“ it is one which should not be forgotten.
Well, I'll say one thing for The Barack, he sure knows how to work the news cycle to keep people's attention diverted from things with the potential to embarrass him. Of course he also has the willing cooperation of the press, which makes it a lot easier.
Yeah, he was green, 'bout three foot tall, eyes looked like Brussels sprouts and he was from Mars. (They look like that, you know.) Junior later reported that he'd got tired of fixing fence down in the salt cedars and was siting down in the shade scratching some chigger bites and wishing he was in town at the snow cone stand. About that time this little feller came easing by and Junior got a good look at him.
I am part of a generation whose parents really wanted us to have a better life than they had. As a result, most of us received more education, have jobs with higher earning power, and owned a home at a younger age than our parents could have dreamed. We will probably live longer than they, and, in many ways, have a much better life.
Wednesday another â€śrite of springâ€ť will wander through our community. Most places of business will be visited by a person bearing a box and collection of one inch square â€śtagsâ€ť. Itâ€™s Library Tag Day â€“ the one time each year that our local library requests support from the citizens.