RCM

Today I 'm going to a nearby college for the Royal Conservatory of Music and I'm hoping to pass level 4. I won't have my results yet. I have to wait two weeks.
I'm not really nervous right now, so we will wait and see what happens.

riding with papaw

Two cowboys and a piano

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Our Memorial Day

A Memorial day picnic with some church friends.

The Three -legged race

To be honest I don't know who this boy is.

The guy in the cap is my doctor!

                                                   Banana cream pie eating contest.

Grace

Memorial Day

Just a couple of songs for Memorial Day.

Grace

New Website!

Visit my new website thereisatimeslideshows.weebly.com or click on the Store page.
Get your slide show now!

Are you there?

I'm still here. I'm have been busy this week with some spring cleaning and preparing for a piano assessment next week. I am going to try and post more next week.
As I said I am preparing for a piano assessment through the Royal Conservatory of Music. I'm going to go and try to pass level 4 at a nearby College. There are 10 levels and with the last level you can get an associates degree in music.

Rosie 2011

Cheerio,
Grace

Mom and Droopy

I took these pictures last year. They are of mom and Droopy.

Grace

My Room

I have been working on bedroom for the past couple of weeks. We put down wood floor and I painted my room (The color is a light blue). And we put up molding.
I am going to decorate my wall with old family pictures and sheet music from the 40's and 50's. As far as sheet music goes I have "How About You?" it's a Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland and I have "May The Good Lord Bless And Keep You" and this one is a Frankie Laine.
Here are some old family photos that I am going to put on my wall, the rest of the pictures I have yet to scan to my computer.

I have also bought a record player and I have some records. Hopefully, I will put some pictures of my room on the blog soon.

Grace

More about the Lucky Dog

You know the post I done of Purple Eye and his four-leaf clovers. I said that he has found over 20 four-leafs. Well, I want to change that to over 30. Yesterday we were outside for ten minutes and he found 8 four-leaf clovers in that time.

Grace

Cowboy in R.I.

This picture was taken two years ago on the coast of Rhode Island. Purple Eye sure is a cute cowboy.

The Lucky Dog

Have you ever found a four-leaf clover? How about a five-leaf clover? Maybe a six-leaf clover?
Do you know anybody who has found one? I do. Its the one and only Purple Eye. Yes, Purple Eye the little stinker. I have only found two four-leaf clovers in me life, but here is Purple Eyes list of findings: Four-leaf clovers - over 20 (He can't even remember ); Five-leaf clovers - 5; And Six-leaf clovers - 3.

O My Word!

Here are the estimated statistics for finding your first four-leaf clover is 10,000 to 1, and for a finding a 
five-leaf clover is 1,000,000 to 1. Also statistically, for every four-leaf clover in a clover patch there are approximately 10,000 three-leaf clovers.

I have to say that I don't believe in luck and neither does Purple Eye, but he must be genius or something!

Grace

Their the best of friends

This was first posted last month. Read this again and listen to the song.

    This is a true story about my brother Purple Eye and his best friend.  I hope that you will enjoy. I wrote this story with some of the dialog that we use in the Southland.

            Hello there! My name is Johnny. I have a story I would like to tell you. It’s about a boy named Paul and me.        

But first I want to let you in on something, you see, friendships are priceless, friendships are a part of life.  Everybody has friends - whether they’re a good person or bad. We all lose friends, such as, someone moving or perhaps you no longer see eye to eye on things. But no matter the reason, it always hurts just the same. You don’t always get to tell each other good bye, many times you may have talked to a friend and have never realized that it would be the last time that you would ever see each other again.  But whatever happens we always need to realize it’s a part of life.

Making new friends is also a part of life. Often times, we’re shy with someone new. At other times, you meet people and like each other right 'off the bat'. But no matter the situation, friendship is one of the greatest things on earth. And so here goes my story of my best friend, Paul, and me.

I remember the first time that I met Paul. It had been a cold and snowy couple of days in January. Dad and mama invited a family over for dinner. We had only met them once before at a church Christmas Play. Having met their oldest boy before, I noticed that he was interested in a lot of the same things that I was. And so, I got my room all ready to play with the new boy. I don’t quite remember much of what we played, but we boys, along with the rest of the family, were new friends.

            Both of our dads were preachers and in a period of a year started a church. So Paul and I got see each other almost every Sunday.

            Every Sunday after church, we imagined everything from Louis and Clark to cowboys to medieval knights. On each Sunday, we would make a decision on what we wanted to pretend or explore for the next Sunday.

            Paul and I were somewhat different from the normal world - we were homeschooled and lived in large families. We also liked climbing trees as high as we could possibly go. And we would bring our sling shots and have competitions to see who could shoot the best. Sometimes we would shoot our BB guns or .22’s.

            A couple of times our dads took us on father and son campouts and late night fishing on the river. Paul's and my deepest desire were to be like our dads. We thought they were strong and adventurous.

            I remember one year Paul got some high impact battle swords. For weeks to come, he and I played Robert the Bruce and William Wallace for hours every Sunday.

            I could not tell you the times that Paul and I have wrestled, doing what only boys can do. Many a time, one of us would get a sucker punch in the belly and would be hurt at the other, but it would soon be over and once again we would be on the ground.

 Believe me, if we even got so much as near to a creek we both seemed to come home with a jar full of crawdads, pants caked with mud and wet and sweaty faces, arms and feet.

            There were times when we would make fun of each other. One would lose respect for the other, so that we

 would have to rebuild trust over time.

            But with all the times that we were wrestling, silly, climbing trees or sharing dinners with each other, some of the best times were when we would study the Bible together.

            I never thought at the time, growing up would be so hard. Time grows longer, our families grow bigger, and we boys grow taller. It was when Paul’s voice was changing and the taller he grew, it seemed to me that the year between us was larger than what I thought.

            But at the time, our families weren’t just growing bigger, but also our families were growing different in our beliefs. And one day Paul and his family left without saying good bye.

            Seeing that I was a boy, I never wanted to tell anybody that  I spent many a night crying over the loss of my best friend, Paul.

            One day Paul visited to say good bye, for he was moving. But when Paul came to tell me, he and I had changed. We didn’t wrestle or explore, and he didn’t even talk to me the way he used to. But finally I realized it was a part of life.

            So that’s my story of Paul, my best friend. Even though I have met many new friends, I never have and never will find a friend like Paul. It’s a part of life.

            It’s hard when growing up with friends, especially when they are older than you, like Paul was to me. The older person matures and changes before the other and so you’re hurt because you’re not yet there.

            And so we need to remember that there is no need to feel sorry for ourselves, for it’s a part of life.

                                                                                                                             Written by: Grace

Papaw Charlie

I wrote this story few years ago. 

Once upon a time lived a boy named Charlie. He lived by the tall mountains and in the deep hollows of North Carolina. Charlie liked to run and play but he was a hard worker. He helped the family hoe the garden and feed the chickens.

 When Charlie grew up, he went into the army, doing what he done best, hard work. When Charlie came home from the army, he married a lady named Atlas and together they started a new life. They worked hard on starting a new home. They had to live in a couple of humble places in the beginning, but after their third child they bought a piece of land. They, then, built a house. Charlie and Atlas had seven children and taught them what they did best - hard work. 

Charlie drove a truck all over the country. Many times he wouldn’t get to see his family for weeks at a time. But while he was gone, his children and wife would grow a garden, can food, clean house, and went to school. The children were always trying to please their daddy. They worked hard while he was gone, doing what their daddy taught them best -  hard work.

 The older Charlie got, people said the grumpier he got. But some say he was a hard worker all his life and stood for what he believed was right.

 All of Charlie’s children soon grew up and had families of their own.  Charlie was having grandchildren left and right. So, Charlie again had more children to love and to teach hard work.

When Charlie was getting older he stopped driving a truck and instead  grew Christmas trees and ran a country store.  Many times he had some of  his grandchildren come and help him. Charlie also grew tobacco, like everybody else in his community. Once again he and his sons, sons-in-law and grandson would be out in the field with him, all the while, he taught them hard work.

Charlie was also very good at wood working.  He made a cradle, grandfather clock, stools, benches, and other beautiful pieces of art.

                Charlie had to take of his parents when they were old. He loved them and cared for them until their death. This was his way of thanking his parents for their hard work. He was thankful for the life and legacy  they left for him and his children and grandchildren.

Purple Eye and Papaw Charlie

 All of Charlie’s life was one of  hard work and with that - loving his family.  The Bible says "you’ll reap what you sow", and Charlie reaped what he sowed.  For the past couple of years Charlie’s children took care of their daddy. The children had to take their daddy to the doctors.  They  helped their daddy  in anyway they could.  Then the day Charlie died he had all of his children and some of his grandchildren  around his bed and singing:

  

My latest sun is sinking fast

My race is nearly run

My longest trials now are past

My triumph has begun

Oh come angel band

Come and around me stand

Bear me away on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

Bear me away on you snow white wings

To my immortal home

         And his children sung to him until his eyes sealed in death.

Charlie’s children had spent his final moments with their daddy thanking him for the legacy that he left to their children and grandchildren. They also thanked him for the years that he taught them hard work.

 Charlie’s children are working hard to raise families and to honor their father who has gone. They are teaching their children and grandchildren hard work and  the love that their daddy taught them. Charlie’s children are now telling their children about the hard working and loving father they had.

Just about everyone of Charlie’s children and grandchildren has, were, or are small business owners. There are ranges of interests between them that go from painters to construction businesses owners to everything in between.

Charlie had 7 children, 15 grandchildren, and 16 great grandchildren and counting. Charlie’s first child was Mamaw S and Mamaw S's first child was a son named Pops, and Pop's first child was a  daughter named Grace.  That makes Charlie my great grandfather. Papaw Charlie made the cradle that my brothers and sisters and I have slept in as a little babies.

                                 The memories and the legacy that someone leaves behind is what makes death beautiful. May we always remember  when someone you know dies, that it may not have been the day or the week or the month they died that really made it beautiful, but the traditions and hard work that they the left behind.

 Written by: Grace

17 years

Their Wedding day...

The Baptism of their fifth child.

Happy 17th Anniversary!!

You guys are awesome!

Grace

Paul Revere

My mom took this picture two years ago, when we went to Boston. We walked the Freedom Trail.

The Statue is Paul Revere and the church behind it is the Old North Church.  You know "One if by land, two if by sea, and three if by airplane."

Thomas the Train playing the Piano

Who knew Thomas the Train could play the piano!

The Five Course Meal!

For Purple Eye's 12th birthday last August, he wanted to make his own five course, gourmet, birthday meal. Here was the menu:

Appetizer:

Stuffed Mushrooms

Soup:

Pastini Soup

Salad:

Summer Kale Salad

Main Course:

Roast Duck with Plum Sauce and Three Root Mash

or 

Roast Chicken and Three Root Mash

Dessert:

Strawberry Cream Cheese Crepes

or 

Cupcakes

He made everything but the chicken and the cupcakes. I did that.

That night he was worn out!

A few nights before his birthday we went shopping for a duck and we couldn't find one. Well, early in the morning of his birthday, he (Purple Eye) woke me up and he was in a "tizzy". He had called over a dozen stores in the region and couldn't find a duck. He wanted me to give it a try on finding a duck. After about an hour of searching we finally found one and everything else went O.K! 

He wants to do Welsh Rabbit this year.

Grace

MY 100th Post!

This little piggy went to market...

Little goober had been fussy with me all evening, until he saw momma in the garden!

Grace

Another Funny Kid

Story 1
One day when Rosie was 2 years old she was sitting on the potty. She began to get tired of waiting for someone to get her off and she began to pray, "Lord, please tell Grace to get me off the potty, in Jesus name, amen."

Story 2
While Rosie was on her way to be disciplined, she didn't cry she sang "Shalom my friends, Shalom..." (Shalom means peace)

Meet Slurpy

Maybe we should change his name to Slurpy. 

Boy! He sure loves his Root Beer Float!

She's a Funny Kid - Part 4

Story 1
After Toothie's 1st haircut, she got a green-iced cookie in the mall. The next day she did #2 in the potty - she got up, stared, and said, " It looks like a gween buwito (green burrito)"

2008

Story 2

The other day I gave Rosie a bath and I used apple cider vinegar on her hair. When Rosie got our of the shower and got dressed, Toothie came up to her and said " You smell Captain D's (seafood restaurants)"

Grace

She's a Funny Kid Part 3

Story 1
Toothie - "Moma I've noticed Zoni's (our puppy) nose isn't very wet. Do you want me to go and wet it?"
Moma- "No, Honey, you don't have to wet it."
Toothie - "But I thought if dogs noses weren't wet they get sick."

Story 2
Toothie asked if we were going to eat cafeteria style. She was meaning buffet style.

My claims to fame

Here are my claims to fame:

1. I go to church were R.C. Sproul Jr. use to preach.

2. My great aunt used to drive by Roy Rogers (when he was living) house almost everyday.

3. Michelle Duggar has hugged my neck.

4. Somewhere down the line I'm related George Washington and possibly Lucille Ball, Calvin Coolidge, Charlas Ingels, and Almanzo and Laura Ingles Wilder.


Grace

She's a Funny Kid - Part 2

Story 1
When Toothie was about Five years old she said that she was afraid that she was going to be a smoker, because she like to suck on things.

2013

Story 2
One day mom said "Toothie your a country girl" Toothie said "No I'm not. I'm a state girl. I live in a state!"

Happy May!

It finally feels like Spring!