My neighborhood was constructed over very unstable ground, and as a result most homes have shifting foundations. When one homeowner dug up their yard to re-landscape they revealed a sidewalk that clearly showed signs of upheaval. If the shifting ground did that to a sidewalk I can only imagine the force that is moving my house’s foundation around! The movement of forces deep within the earth certainly has a tremendous effect on what’s on the surface.

We experience upheaval in our lives, too. And while we usually blame external forces such as jobs or family quite often it is really internal just like the force of the shifting ground. The external force may be the trigger that sets off the upheaval, but the inner self then takes over. The problem gets rolled around in our mind and then grows significantly until our vision is cloudy and out of focus; the real issue becomes obscured. Then it simmers like a pot of soup or chili that is bubbling on the back of the stove. To further increase the upheaval we may discuss the issue with friends and family; like Job’s well-meaning friends they give us their view of the problem and how we should react.

As the upheaval starts step back, realize what is happening, and accept it. It may not be easy to do that or to think of the issue with a joyful heart, but it is the first step to avoiding upheaval. Then before your inner self takes control ask God to bless the situation. Just lifting it up to Him and knowing that He will take you through the situation takes the weight off of you and the upheaval never has a chance to start.

The sun’s gift

(this is a lousy photo, but use your imagination please)

Bentley and I drove home from Jackson heading into the hot afternoon sun.  As the afternoon progressed the sun moved to glaring in my eyes.  Bentley was catching the brunt of it in the passenger seat, so I let him crawl across the console and lay somewhat  uncomfortably across my lap. I was relieved when we turned south and the sun shifted to the side.

Then the Master Painter delighted us with a soft, gentle sunset.  Light colors that zigzagged across the sky reminding me of icing drizzled across a cookie. The colors and patterns slowly changed as we drove, a soothing change from the afternoon.  I stopped at the rest stop in Hill County as the sun was setting.  Just below the darkness there was a final glow of layers of brilliant colors.  As I watched them fade I thought that it was almost like the sun said, “ok, you’ve put up with me enough today so I’m giving you one last gorgeous burst of color to enjoy before I let the darkness take over”.

I drove the next 4 hours surrounded with a peaceful feeling, not minding the dark at all, just feeling in touch with the night and the day past.  .


The not a mystery anymore building

Bentley and I have been enjoying a few days in Jackson MS at the wonderful dog show they host each September.  Or rather I should say that I have ben enjoying this time as Bentley would just as soon be home sleeping on the sofa! I had planned several outings, but other than one cemetery chasing excursion the time just hasn’t permitted any exploring.  Plus it has either rained or threatened to rain every day and exploring isn’t permitted in the rain!

However, all is not lost as I did find something that gave me the feeling of a little exploring.  I had noticed a building on the Fair Grounds that just seemed to call to me to come see what it was.  It was old and appeared to have some gothic features like a church, but had some Art Deco lines, too.  So this evening Bentley and I walked down there, camera in hand. (Just to digress here I have to share that Bentley got his first glimpse of a horse as they were having a horse show at the equine center.  It wasn’t too close, but he did stop and  stare at it and I had to chuckle because I knew he was thinking that it was a very large dog!)


There was absolutely no identification on the building other than the number 21 on the side indicating that it is a part of the Fair Grounds complex.  What could this be? It looked like a church, but it had an eagle and an emblem with stars above the door, like a Federal building.  Some windows intact others not.  Door boarded up.  No corner stone. No identification.


Around the building we go (this is where Bentley meets the horse), but still no clues except the folding seating.  Perhaps this building is being used for storage?  Let’s go look through those holes in the door and see.  Creepy, but I had to go.  Yes, it is being used for storage and it does appear to be a very big room with plenty of light from the windows.  Along the far wall I could see what appeared to be the remaining framework of arena type seating.

Around the back and a quick peak at the other side showed no cornerstone or identification, just more of the same and more stadium seats.  My mind is whirling and I’m remembering all the things I’ve read about old buildings being torn down on the Fair Ground property and the ongoing preservation, but still can’t figure this one out.  But I love a mystery building and this one will suffice to fulfil my exploration needs!

So, what is it?  I’ll tell you, but you’ll have to read all about it on Doorway Into the Past when I get it aly l sorted out.  So for now, all I’ll tell you is that…it is the old Hinds County Armory!

A few more Legos


Liberty Bell – incredible detail! The crack fascinated me as it always has in pictures!


Supreme Court – replica is almost 10 feet long.  It took 3 Lego Masters 450 hours to assemble.  And, yes, that’s the grandson in the picture! He’s still into Legos a little and prefers the large pieces that have gadzillion pieces and take all night to put together!


The “back door” of the Supreme Court.


This happy little quintet was in a glass case making a good picture impossible.  Some of the little people were actually the Simpson family!


Jaydon was excited about the Lincoln Memorial since he’s visited it. Likewise, I was excited to see the Old North Church (One if by land, Two if by sea) since I’ve visited it.  Part of the fun was finding the exhibits in the mall!


Letters to Mamie

The first book I picked up at the used book sale was rather old looking and in the loosely defined section of biography/history. It appealed to me because I had just seen a picture of a young Mamie and Dwight Eisenhower during their brief time in my city, plus I love reading old letters. I flipped through the pages, but put it down.  After all I don’t like to read about war and times of war.  Before I checked out I went back to this section just to make sure I hadn’t overlooked a treasure that I needed.  I looked at the book again and decided that since it was only a dollar I should go ahead and give it a try.  I’m glad I did as it was a good read.

Between June 23, 1942 and October 28, 1952 Ike wrote 319 handwritten letters to Mamie; she kept every one of them.  In 1972 she gave them to her son, John S.D. Eisenhower, and told him to use them as he saw fit.  In 1977 Letters to Mamie was published with John’s commentary on the events of the war interspersed among them. John edited the letters some to avoid tedious salutations and farewells, but otherwise are just as Ike wrote them.  He was a “rigid censor” of his writings to Mamie even though because of his rank he could have written more details of his daily life and the events he was shaping as Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces.  Even so, his letters convey his loneliness and frustration with the management of the war.  The reader also sees him grow from a newly promoted colonel with no combat experience to a confident leader who was much loved by military personnel and civilians.

Through his gently written letters a different picture of the war emerges.  Endless meetings that lasted long hours, phone calls, grueling trips on almost non-existent roads in freezing temperatures, exhaustion and sickness that have to be ignored, and waiting for news from the front when a major offensive was taking place. Of course, there was also the delicate negotiations required to keep peace among the different nations participating in the Allied force.Ike shied away from social obligations, leaving other officers to officiate in his place, but instead choosing to have a scotty pup and a few close officers as evening companions. He shared with Mamie that his greatest joy was reviewing the troops and being among them; often the troops had no idea he as coming and he delighted in their surprise at seeing him in the field with them.

John reminds the reader that at the time of the editing of the letters the world was just a little over 40 years from the end of World War II.  That really gave me a startling time-perspective jolt.  At that time I was just a young woman and it seemed that WWII had been a long time in the past, but in reality the world was still recovering. Now I know that 40 years wasn’t really that long ago. This 277 page book really isn’t as old as it looks, now is it?




Postcards, photographs, and memorabilia

I entertained myself on many hot summer afternoons with the contents of two boxes that were stored in the bottom of the pie safe that my grandmother referred to as a china cabinet. I never tired of looking through the picture postcards, photographs, and a few letters and other keepsakes that they contained.

The noon meal, referred to as dinner, was just as full as the morning and evening meals with meat, vegetables, and some type of bread.  Of course, sweet tea was the only beverage ever considered.  After the meal was over my grandfather would head back into town and Mamaw and I would wash the dishes.  She would wash and I would rinse and then we would both dry and put everything away.  She would then busy herself with finishing up any kitchen chores or beginning preparing for any afternoon blanching and freezing of the morning garden pick.

I would be on my own until she was ready to lie down on her bed and rest while we played endless games of Old Maid .  During this interval I would often pull out the boxes and immerse myself in their contents.  From summer to summer the contents would grow and I would look forward to the new additions as a way of catching up on any news I had missed during the past year.

It was also a way for me to learn about my extended family.  Who is this I would ask and Mamaw would begin to tell me names, family relationship, where they lived and share any other story that she thought would entertain me. Many of these people I would never meet, but through their cards and pictures I would know who they were and when their names were mentioned I would immediately be able to place then in the proper relationship category.

I still love to look at postcards and pictures from the past and delight in the handwritten notes and letters from years gone by. Sadly, in our digital age, we have moved away from hand written correspondence and saving pictures and other memorabilia.  How will today’s children connect to their family and understand the relationships? It does concern me!

I am undertaking a project to create a book for my family members that features family history and pictures. I may even do two books for my children – one for my side of the family and one of their father’s side.  I am not in a hurry with this as I want it to be complete and easy to read and follow.  Who knows, I may even share some of the stories here on this blog…