Update

Ever since the week before Christmas, one thing after another has come up. The week before Christmas, I had a cold. The week of Christmas, we had the stomach bug. The week after Christmas, we  had the cold again. This last week was the coldest week in 50 years during which, our cow, Ethel, got sick and died. So, now, we are trying recover from loss of sleep and we all have cabin fever. We had been cooped up for the past several weeks. But we were finally able to get out this weekend.

This past weekend  was my Uncle 'B's birthday. Here is a poem the whole family wrote for him.

Uncle "B"

We still love him even though he gets chicken and steak

And dad gets collard greens and carrot cake.

We know he's Mamaw’s favorite, that’s true

But if we didn’t have him, we would be so blue.

On his mule he comes a chargin’

To save the day from a little boredom.

He went to Louisiana to close a deal on a car

But on that deal he didn’t get very far.

Even though he is a cautious person, he drives fast

And he turns the music up loud to make the time pass.

You’ll get a knock at your door if in your yard is a toilet,

Because he’s an inspector and you’ll be in for it.

He’s always ready to lend a hand

Keeping cows company until 2 A.M.

He’s good at cracking jokes

And aggravating his folks.

You’re the best Uncle, Son, and Brother no lyin’

You’re the best ever Uncle _____

If Only I Could Tell a Joke

If Only I Could Tell a Joke

If only I could tell a joke,

I believe that I would be as good as Bob Hope.

If only I could make someone laugh,

Then I would have something to be written in my epitaph.

If I could only be a comedienne,

I would tell jokes like Victoria Jackson can.

O! If only I was funny like Lucille Ball,

I would dance and make jokes. Why! I would do it all.

But, I guess for now I will only listen,

Until I'm as good as Bergen.

Written by Grace

My Poppy

I wrote this about Five years ago for my great- grandfather.

My Poppy

Poppy is the greatest great-granddad,

You'll always find him happy and glad.

Lee Leo that's his name

Fixing air conditioners is his game.

He likes to trade and fiddle with guns,

This sport he's always teaching his grandsons.

He's always a servant,

Even in a uniform shirt and pant.

He's always loving and kind,

In all areas of the mind.

So if there's anything I can do in return,

Let me know and I will return with great concern.

So thanks very much for being a father,

grandfather, great- grandfather, son and brother.

Grace

I got a Pawpaw

Here is a poem we wrote for my Pawpaw.

I Got a Pawpaw

I got a pawpaw that lives that down the hill.

He won't drive a Chevrolet and never will.

He used to have long hair and it flowed everywhere.

Whether he was on the the track or on the town having a snack.

He use to wear cut off jeans. 

And lay in the sun and smoke a pack of  Winstons.

Finally he decided to settle down 

and married a little filly and moved out of town.

He use to work for TDOT and hunted big bucks

and he even drove a pick- up truck.

He likes to ride his John Deere,

And eat Cornbread, Soup beans, Taters and a Mater.

On the weekends he drives Miss "R" to T.J. Maxx,

And he waits patiently as she rummages through clothes and racks.

He loves the heat in Summer,

When we always hear a tiller or mower.

And on the days when it comes a rain,

We also have a partner for our Monopoly game.

Tormenting children is his game,

but if they get in trouble don't look him to blame.

He is gray that marks his wisdom indeed.

And he's there to help if you have a need.

Pawpaw he is full of pride,

When his grandchildren come running in his arms opened wide.

Short on words he maybe,

But never a better man comes from Tennessee.

Written by the "Clan"

His birthday is Wednesday and so hopefully I will have some pictures of him.

Grace