Posts made in July, 2019

My Name is Cedar Chest

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My Name is Cedar Chest

Cedar Chest is the name given to me by my crafter, although there are many different names that I might have had. Some of the words people say when referring to me are Hope Chest, Dowry Chest, Trousseau Chest, Glory Box, or Bottom Drawer.  Thinking it depends on once crafted, where and who one ends up with as to what name given. Of course, it does not matter what name a chest has because it does not change the job that it was crafted to do.  Speaking of being crafted, I do not know the person who did that.  My first memory feeling is that of being gently rubbed with something soft, which had...

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What Is Happening?

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What Is Happening?

Not sure why there is a new light, then repeated darkness that comes into this home. When it first gets light, there are a lot of sounds and movement going on in the house.  The boys seem to be the ones moving quickly and being the loudest. Other than laughing and singing my young woman is reasonably quiet. Daddy and Mom have to tell those boys to settle down all of the time. Although after a little while, the house becomes quiet, and for a long time, no voices are heard, but then suddenly like before, all the different noises return.  Usually, the sounds and noise stop once the house...

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Moving to Hubbard

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Moving to Hubbard

Early one morning in August, Frank, my brother Mark, and I loaded into our car then headed to La Pryor, Texas from Hico, Texas. Knowing that it was going to be a very long trip with lots of packing to do when we got to La Pryor, Frank and I decided to ask my parents to keep our two and a half-year-old son, Scotty.  Frank, Mark, and I would drive the five to six-hour trip to La Pryor, and then while I packed up our things for moving, the guys would go to Uvalde to rent a U-Haul truck to move our priceless possessions. We arrived in La Pryor a little past noon, ate lunch at the small...

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Life of a Coach

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Life of a Coach

Frank, Scotty, and I only had a few days to settle into our new home, and then Frank had to get busy with his coaching duties. Our home was in town, which was great.  If you stood on our front porch facing the road, there was a church across the street.  On the right side of our home was a Daycare, and on the left side of our home was another house which happened to be our landlord’s house. The only immediate problem that we faced was we had to remind Scotty that the trees in our front yard were not his very own personal tinkling toilets.  I thanked Frank daily for teaching him that. ...

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Eye Catching Fun

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Eye Catching Fun

Once the football season ended, Frank started coaching basketball and refereeing other basketball games when his team was not on the court playing.  I think he loved refereeing as much as coaching, and he did not seem to mind running up and down the court.  Sometimes Frank would make a call that did not suit the fans, but he did not let it bother him. When Frank’s basketball team was playing, Scotty and I were always in the stands watching, but if not, I helped out in the concession stand with Scotty by my side.  Watching him referee games was an exciting experience too. I think that...

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