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Summers on Grandma’s Farm

A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.
A gray barn like Papa’s. I took this picture near Springfield, MO.

 

When I was a girl growing up in south Alabama, my parents would take my brother and I up to north Alabama to attend Maywood Christian Camp for a week, and then my dad’s parents would pick us up and take us to their farm for another week.

My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.
My cabin at Maywood Christian Camp.

 

North Alabama is further from the Gulf of Mexico than my home town, thereby being a lot less humid, which was nice!

I’m sure the first day back from camp was spent resting up, we would attend church on Sunday, and then the rest of the week was full of wide-open possibilities!

Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.
Farm equipment on my cousin’s farm. My cousin now owns my grandparents’ farm.

 

Grandma always took us into town, which is Russellville, Alabama, a much bigger town than what we were used to.

She would buy us each a toy at TWL, and we would go to a big grocery store.

Since my parents owned a general store in Jachin, we weren’t used to going grocery shopping, which was great fun! We loved to help pick snacks and sugary cereals that we would consume during the week.

Then we would head back to our grandparents’ farm, and eventually end up playing in their great big gray barn, which was stocked with hay, spider webs, and so much dust.

Our parents would come and get us at the end of the week.  We were always so glad to see them and missed them so much!

We would go back home to our own piece of Alabama, which had an entirely different culture and it’s own rendition of an Alabama farm.

Our south Alabama farm.
Our south Alabama farm.


Cookie Crunch

Anybody want to buy some Girl Scout cookies? We’ve got a ton of cookies left and the demand has trickled to a stop. About a month ago, we got a case of those buttery, sweet delicacies. The scent of cardboard and chocolate filled our car’s interior, and our mouths begged for a taste. After dinner,… Continue Reading

Moving into November after Nutty Night at Mall

Last night was ghastly. And I’m not just talking about the blustery weather front that blew in. We parents decided that the weather was so icky that we would take the kids trick-or-treating at the mall. There were all varieties of spooks at the mall. I saw a bunch of kids wearing “Scream” masks, which… Continue Reading

Fall / Halloween Festival Memories

Well, we all had a lot of fun at Friday’s fall festival at Princess Buttercup’s school. I had a great time face painting, while Princess ran around and won a bunch of gold fish to bring home. She also got some other toy and candy prizes, too, and she brought them to me to “guard”… Continue Reading

Halloween Fun at the Fall Festival

I’ve got a Digiorno pizza in the oven. Usually, in the Robertson household, we either eat or order out to celebrate the weekend. Tonight is the night of Princess Buttercup’s fall festival at school, though. We’ve got to make dinner snappy so that we can get to Buttercup’s school by six. The parents have to… Continue Reading

Southern Fried Yummy

Every night around 5, I try to make things nice when Lefty comes home from work. It’s when we finally all get together to eat dinner. Trust me, it’s not always peace and serenity in the land of clutter, drama, and homework, but it’s what we’re striving for. Last night I made oven-fried drumsticks from… Continue Reading

Back-to-School Memories

The inside running board of our car still has some sand in it from a beach trip that we took a couple of weeks ago. It needs vacuuming very badly, but I hate to remove the last physical sign of summer. Today was the first day back to school for my child. I hated to… Continue Reading

The Price of Eggs in 1981

In 1981, the cost of eggs was $.69 a dozen, a gallon of Clorox bleach was $.73, and the sale price of a 2 liter coke was $.98. On Friday nights, more than 55 million viewers were watching the cult phenomenon, “Dallas,” according to A.C. Nielson numbers. I learned all of this from an April… Continue Reading

Poor, Ig’nernt Alabama

Last night our graduating senior boys led the church service and did a wonderful job. It reminded me of when I graduated from high school in rural south Alabama. Such an exciting time! Graduation time makes me think of the stereotype that we in Alabama endure. Supposedly, we just ain’t that smart an’ we ain’t e-jicated.… Continue Reading

Meet My Dolls, My Friends

When I was growing up in rural south Alabama, there weren’t really any kids that lived nearby for us to play with. Fortunately, Ben and I were best buddies and only two years apart in age. But sometimes I just wanted to have a crowd to hang out with. That’s where my dolls came in.… Continue Reading