Veterans Day 2014…

Veterans Day 2014…

Today is Veterans Day.  Here in this United States of America, we have FREEDOM because it has been purchased for us – over and over and over again – by those who have defended that freedom for you and me.  Many have come home with life-changing injuries and scars – some visible, some not.  Many have paid the ultimate sacrifice and given their very lives.

The bitter lines of politics sadly divide this country, but still the fight relentlessly goes on for our freedom.  They are on battlefields across the world…representing you and me in the different uniforms of our country.  I can’t tell you the number of times that I’ve been in airports across this country and have seen a young man or woman in uniform.  As a mother of young adults and a grandmother, I feel comfortable and privileged to give them a warm hello and often a big hug…and I’ve been known to do just that.

A friend of mine was a photographer during the war in VietNam…armed with a camera.  He has written a powerful and moving piece on his time stationed there in Vietnam, along with his two brothers.  I can only imagine what his parents felt knowing their three sons were living each day in harm’s way.  You can read his beautifully written blog post here:  To my brothers in arms…literally.

If you know a VETERAN or a brave young person in uniform today, call them…write them…send them a package…tell them you love them, but most of all tell them THANK YOU!  Be sure to support and thank the families who are left behind as well!

By all means, put your hand over your heart and give a big salute when you say the Pledge of Allegiance – and mean it – because freedom isn’t now…and never has been…free!



Parts of this post were originally published in My Southern Heart.

The last few days…

The last few days…

The past few days have been eventful ones.  Doug and I spent a cold, windy, Midwest Friday afternoon traipsing through his family cemetery and checking on names, birth dates and death dates from the tombstones for his “family tree”.  I confess to enjoying the family history clue chase…even if they aren’t my personal ancestors!  We also copied photos of his family’s ancestors to create a book for his 95 year old mother.  We did find one photo on of his grandmother when she was young and his great-grandmother.  It was actually a photo his mother had never seen!  She loved it and, of course, recognized her mother and grandmother immediately.  I’m glad I was there to see her happy reaction…much like mine would be if I could find photos of my ancestors online that I had never seen!





We spent Saturday helping my daughter and her family out at their new six-acre farm site complete with big red barn dating back to the late 1800’s, 62 apple trees, large garden site and a long stand of black walnut trees.  Doug and my son-in-love worked hard taking a large portion of an old tree down…a tree that was growing around a pup tent that had been in it for years!  My oldest grandson worked hard hauling limbs and brush back to the burn pile.  My daughter had prepared homemade chicken noodle soup the evening before.  I stayed with the three youngest grandchildren and got the cornbread ready for our lunch.  After lunch, we headed back out to the farm.  My two youngest grandchildren and I helped haul branches.  It’s going to be a beautiful place for their new farm house!


Doug sawing on a large fallen branch.

My oldest grandchild hauling one of many fallen tree limbs to the burn pile.


Huge conifer by the driveway.


My daughter with her new toy on the apple orchard farm.


A view of the apple orchard…



Sunday morning began with a lovely church service and then to Walmart to buy items to fill two Operation Christmas Child boxes…one for each of us.  I think we’ll specify two girls – one in Brazil (he supports a young girl in Brazil named Eduardo) and one in Peru.  If we pay the $7.50 shipping fee online through Operation Christmas Child, we will be able to see where the boxes are delivered.  I think that would be neat!

Afterwards, we headed out to his house where we began preparations for a dinner party on Sunday evening – for his 95 year old Mom and her primary caregiver, Joan.  We were very much looking forward to it!  I had put the roast in about thirty minutes earlier and was getting ready to prepare the winter roasted vegetables.  I had unloaded the dishwasher then did something that changed the course of events…and I knew better!  Years before, my mother had fallen over an opened dishwasher door and broken her hip, so I knew better.  But I left the dishwasher door down and left the kitchen to ask Doug if he had a pan for the vegetables.  He followed me back inside to look for a pan – about ten feet behind me.  I had forgotten the dishwasher door was down and my eyes were not adjusted coming back indoors from outside.  In less than a split second, I tripped over the dishwasher door and went flying across the kitchen…landing with the right side of my face and head – not to mention my right knee and the right side of my body – hitting the closed oven door with full impact!  My glasses slammed into my nose and broke.

Needless to say, Doug flew to my side, scared to death of what he would find.  After determining I could move and eventually stand up, we headed to the Methodist Hospital Emergency Room – a level I trauma center!  Although they did not have a room at the moment and there were five people in front of us, they managed to get me in rather quickly.  They put me through Cat Scans of my head, neck, chest and back…and x-rayed my painful right knee.  With a history of neck and back surgery in the past, they were not taking any chances.  THANKFULLY, nothing was broken!   Guess I’m a pretty tough cookie after all.

So a word to the wise:  never, ever leave the dishwasher door open!


Feeling the effects of pretending to be Wonder Woman and flying through the air!   Not planning on doing this again anytime soon!    Can’t believe he took a pic of me in a cervical collar!  ;-)


Beggars’ Night 2014…

Beggars’ Night 2014…

Here in the Des Moines area, Halloween is called “Beggar’s Night”.  It is celebrated with everyone decorating their homes and yards…and handing out lots of good candy.  This year my good friend Doug and I accompanied my two youngest Iowa grandchildren, who were splendidly dressed as Elsa from Frozen and Wolverine!  Doug and I were dressed as Winnie-the-Pooh and Grumpy the padded dwarf!  My daughter made the wonderful Elsa costume and the train flowed behind my granddaughter in the Autumn breeze.  Of course, my five year old grandson had a bit of difficulty grasping candy from the different bowls with Wolverine’s claws but he managed!  To receive candy, each little fun-dressed beggar has to tell a joke!

Afterwards, we returned to my daughter’s home and had bowls of delicious broccoli cheese soup made from the Pioneer Woman’s recipe!  Alll in all, a fun night in October…

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Autumn in Iowa…

Autumn in Iowa…

It has been an Autumn to remember in Iowa.  Trees with leaves  the color of gold, crimson, bright orange and deep amethyst.  Great temperatures.  Skies a gorgeous blue with snow white clouds, bright sunshine and a cool brisk breeze…and lots of pumpkins!

Last Friday was the perfect day to travel to Center Grove Orchard for a day at the pumpkin patch with my daughter, three of my precious grandchildren and my good friend Doug.

Located in rolling hills covered with pumpkins and a beautiful farm setting, Center Grove Orchard was a pleasant surprise.   We began our tour with the little duck race propelled by old fashioned hand pumps.





Visiting with the goats (especially the little kids) was, of course, my favorite.  Then the rest of the farm animals:  the ducks, turkeys, chickens, pigs, sheep and horses.  Need I say, I love farms!






There were tractor go-carts for the kids, a huge inflated jumping deck…



and then, of course, the giant slide (it’s longer than it looks!!!)  that the grandkids talked grandmom (me!) into doing down.  You’re sitting on a large feedsack and sliding down…very, very quickly!  If you’re wondering why I’m reclining while my grandchildren are sitting up, well…I wasn’t prepared that it was so lightning FAST and it knocked me down.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.



Grandkids: “Grandmom! You’re SUPPOSED to sit up!!!” Grandmom: “You didn’t tell me it was so FAST!!! I can’t sit up!”


And what’s a trip to a pumpkin patch without a fun hay ride on a tractor-pulled wagon loaded with bales of hay and a memorable trek through a six-acre muddy corn maze?!  My first time in a corn maze!





Since the pumpkins fields were so muddy, my daughter purchased 4 pumpkins and 2 bushels of apples which she has ALREADY turned into delicious apple butter and apple sauce!  The Country Store also sold lots of other homemade goodies!





Going home…

Going home…

This has been a week for loss and sad news.  My precious daughter-in-love’s dear mom lost her battle with Parkinson’s and went to be with the Lord a few days ago.  A precious Christian, Joan loved the Lord with all her heart.  She went to sleep on this earth and woke up in Heaven.  What a blessed way for a Christian to leave this life on earth!   Please remember my son and Jeanine and their family as they make the long journey from Montana to East Tennessee to say goodbye.  My heart goes with them…




My precious sister Gerry has now been in Heaven for three years.  I have missed her more than words could say every single day.  Her husband of 65+ years and the love of her life has missed her even more.  He is lost without her.  He is now in a coma with his children at his bedside…waiting to go home to be with the Lord and  his beloved.  He is a strong believer and has sung in the choir for many years.  Just as I imagine my sister Gerry is cooking heavenly biscuits while she sings praises to the Lord, I imagine my brother by marriage will be singing in Heaven’s choir…and once again strumming his guitar.

Gerry and Sonny…at “the house on the hill” in the 1980’s.    She would fuss at me for posting this pic since she is wearing her 80’s “big hair”!  Nah, she’d probably just laugh with that wonderful laugh of hers!


My last year of nursing was spent in Oncology and on the walls of the unit there hung this beautiful poem below.  This is how I imagine death and dying…and I have seen several leave this earth during my long nursing career.  Hallelujah, our souls never die!   Thank God, He has made provision for us to spend eternity with Him through His Son!  

The Sailing Ship

What is dying?
I am standing on the seashore.
A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object and I stand watching her
Till at last she fades from the horizon,
And someone at my side says, “She is gone!” Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all;
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her,
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her;
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “She is gone”,
There are others who are watching her coming,
And other voices take up a glad shout,
“There she comes” – and that is dying.

Bishop Charles Henry Brent (1862-1929)

UPDATE:  Wednesday, October 22nd.  Sonny passed away peacefully last night at 11:47 p.m. with his and Gerry’s family by his bedside.  There may be sadness on earth, but there is rejoicing in Heaven as he joins my sister Gerry and the rest of those who have gone before.  What a wonderful, blessed hope we have in Jesus!
Two weeks in the South…

Two weeks in the South…

If you’ve been reading my blogs for any length of time at all, then you know I’m Southern.  I was born in the Delta of Mississippi and grew up in Memphis, Tennessee.  My roots are there.  I fell in love and got married there many years ago.  My children were born there.  I have a long list of family and friends there.  And, yes, I still have a Southern accent…

It was the first day of October and a Wednesday I’d been looking forward to.  I was flying home to the South.  It had been three long years since I had flown into Memphis…and that had been on the sad occasion of my beloved sister Gerry’s funeral after she had lost her courageous battle with ALS.  As the plane circled and descended into Memphis, I picked out a few familiar landmarks:  the winding Mississippi River, the Memphis-Arkansas bridge, the “Pyramid” and LeBonheur Children’s Hospital.  Soon the plane was landing.


Memphis skyline from the air. (Wikipedia)

Penny and Mike picked me up at the airport and we headed back to their home.  They were headed south to Gulf Shores the following morning for a few days, so this gave us some time together until the following week.  Penny fixed a delicious meal (including one of my favorites – Southern Fried Okra!) and we enjoyed time together before they drove me 45 minutes out to Sharon and Tommy’s home.  I call Sharon “my baby niece” but she’s actually only two and a half years younger than I.  She is my beloved late sister Dot’s only child.  After the death of her father when she was four months old, we all lived together and Sharon and I grew up like sisters.

I had flown with painful “fluid behind my eardrums” diagnosed by my doctor on Monday and once I arrived in Memphis, it proceeded to get much worse.  Unfortunately, I was sick!  My long-time Memphis allergies had hit with a vengeance.   Sadly, I missed my dinner with my dear friends from Lakeside Hospital where I had worked as a Registered Nurse with emotionally disturbed children for ten years.  I hope to make it up to them in the Spring!  Sharon took me to her doctor on Thursday where I got a shot and a CBC which verified it was allergies.  I was a sick puppy nonetheless.  The shot was a big boost and I felt much better the next day.  Sharon and I made it to the luncheon at Grisanti’s with my high school friends I had not seen in so many years!  It was wonderful to see everyone and, somehow, the years just melted away.

Below:  My KHS buddy David and I.  David is the youngest member of our graduating class and I am the next-to-the-youngest member!  We had not seen each other for 51 years!!  He is the same wonderful guy as always.  He has a PhD and is a well-loved professor at a local university!


Below:  Kathy is my best friend since the ninth-grade at KHS and I’m amazed to say that’s 55 years!  She is as beautiful as ever!  We see each other after any length of time and just pick right up where we left off.  We had a “sleep-over” one night during my visit and her sweet husband patiently put up with us pretending we were sixteen all over again.  We had the 60’s music playing in the background and reminiscing over days gone by.  Before we knew it, it was 1:00 a.m.!   Her sweet husband Bill treated us to a delicious dinner at Houston’s, a Memphis landmark for the past 31 years.   I enjoyed meeting one of their three sons, a very handsome young man.  I also introduced her and her sweet grandson and granddaughter to and we began a search for their family tree.  Her grandchildren thought that was cool and will be a big help with it!

 Below:  I was so happy to see my cousin, Joy, and fellow KHS graduate at the luncheon as well (although she’s 6 years younger than I).  You can tell by looking at us that we come from the same strong McGregor stock!  Her grandmother was my father’s sister and one of my favorite aunts!  We took one look at one another and marveled at how much we favored one another!


I loved my time with Sharon and Tommy.  Sharon is a wonderful cook and made several terrific Southern meals – including delicious homemade meatloaf, her amazing mashed potatoes, Southern vegetables and hot cornbread.  Another night she made delicious homemade chicken noodle soup and salad.  I was getting a bit spoiled!

The following Tuesday, we headed to the “hills” of Mississippi for a visit with my precious sister Eunice and her dear husband Eddie.  We had so much fun with them!  They live on 5 beautiful, treed acres with a barn and a beautiful horse named Cherokee.  Eddie is the “horse whisperer” and can make a horse do anything!  Unfortunately, since his hip replacement, he can no longer ride but still enjoys Cherokee.  Eunice is a great Southern cook and made a delicious dinner of pork chops, mashed potatoes, squash, green beans and hot cornbread.  Sharon made the dessert which was one of my favorites – banana pudding.  Another day, Eddie took us all out to dinner for another Southern feast.  They have a wide front porch all the way across the front of their home and each morning would find us out there sitting in the rockers or porch swing, enjoying our coffee and visiting.  Eddie recently turned 83 but doesn’t look a day over 70 and gets told all the time that he looks like George W. Bush!

While we were there, we all drove to Pontotoc, Mississippi, to visit the cemetery where my parents, grandparents and other ancestors are born.  The old white church has been taken down but, other than that, it looks the same.  I took photos of a lot of the tombstones to use with my family history research.  After the Guinn Cemetery, we drove over to the Springville Cemetery where my maternal grandparents and other maternal ancestors are born.  Again, I took photos for the family history book I intend to finish when I’m snowbound this Iowa winter!

 Below:  my beautiful sister Eunice at Guinn Cemetery.  She is 11 years older than I am.  We are the remaining two of the four McGregor daughters.  I promised her I would be back in the Spring.  We cannot wait so long to see each other again!


We left Pontotoc and headed for New Albany, Mississippi, where we visited their very neat town square…complete with several quaint antique shops and my favorite bakery:  Sugaree’s!  I can’t begin to describe how delicious everything they bake is!  We bought one slice of their amazing white cake with homemade caramel frosting and two chocolate cupcakes to share four ways!  I would love to have bought the whole caramel cake!  They ship frozen by the way, so check it out.  It’s unbelievable!

On Thursday afternoon, we said a sad goodbye to Eunice and Eddie and headed north to visit my niece Cindy.  We ate dinner out together that night at McAlister’s (although I skipped my favorite sweet tea since it was so late!) and enjoyed our visit and laughter.  Cindy teaches music history at the local college and could easily have been a concert pianist.  She entertained us later with a few numbers which I loved.  I videotaped it but I’m under strict instructions not to share it!  But I will say she’s amazing!

Below:  Cindy, Sharon and I attempted a “selfie” with my iPad (an iPad photo isn’t too flattering) but I think it turned out cute!  


On Friday, we drove over to Greenwood, Mississippi, to eat lunch at the Crystal Grill.  I had a Southern vegetable plate with cornbread muffins and a slice of their famous chocolate pie with mile-high-meringue!  It was so good!  After lunch, we trekked around downtown in the rain, enjoying the well-known Mississippi shops.  I purchased a small pottery candle holder and a ceramic cross.  Sharon bought me a beautiful robin egg blue/green ceramic soap dish which I love.  (Thankfully, I made it home safely with everything!).  That night, Cindy prepared a delicious tortilla chicken casserole, fresh green beans and salad.  She had also made a wonderful apple spice cake!

Below:  In the Delta of Mississippi, Greenwood is “the cotton capital of the world”.  We saw field after field of beautiful snow-white cotton.





On Saturday, we said another sad goodbye and headed back to Memphis…to Penny and Mike’s home.  We enjoyed hanging out together, having a delicious Southern dinner and watching a few favorite shows on television.  Penny and I did some shopping the day before I flew back.  I did manage to get it all in my suitcase and it wasn’t over the limit!  On Wednesday morning, Mike and Penny drove me to the airport – in the midst of Memphis rush hour traffic – but we made it with time to spare.

It was a wonderful two weeks filled with lots of memories and I’m looking forward to returning in the early Spring!

The compliment…

The compliment…

I had just stepped into the elevator on the way up to see my doctor for a check up, when a petite elderly lady followed me into the car. She was bracing herself on her walker.   The elevator was empty except for the two of us.

“Two please,”  she said.

I pushed the button for the second floor and smiled at her.  When she smiled back at me, I noticed her eyes.  Sky blue – like my late mother’s, and her eyes were smiling.  A genuine smile.  Her hair was styled in soft white curls that looked like maybe they had just grown back in with a few patches of her scalp still visible.  I wondered if she had been battling cancer.  She was wearing a soft pink blouse and navy pants.  She looked quite stylish.  I was reminded, once again, of how much I had missed having a grandmother that I knew.  My mother’s parents died when I was a small child.  My father’s parents died before I was born.  Somehow, all my life I had adopted elderly people, starting as a young teenager.

I turned my back to her to watch the elevator number panel.

“Your hair is so very pretty,”  she said and then smiled again as I turned around.  Again, a smile that reached her eyes.

“Why, thank you!”  I replied.  “I just had it cut this week.”

“I used to wear my hair like that when I was your age,”  she said wistfully.  “And I miss that.”

Before I had time to compliment her on her soft white curls, the elevator door opened and she got out.

Just a brief moment in time…and a sincere compliment.

Somehow, the rest of the day seemed a little brighter.  It made me realize that I need to compliment others more.  Much like a physical hug does, I realized that the interaction of a compliment – both giving and receiving – releases endorphins or serotonin, the “feel-good” chemical.

I promised myself I would work on being the giver of sincere compliments more often… 

How and why I blog…

How and why I blog…

Lately, I’ve had several people ask me how I began blogging.  About six years ago, I was living in the Callahan Mountains of Oregon.  I was new to the area and did not have many friends at the time.  During the rainy season, there were several months with long days of rain which meant being inside a lot.  My three grown-up kids suggested writing – or blogging, and so I began doing both.  I wrote childrens books and filed them away to hopefully publish in the future.  I began a couple of mysteries and I began a blog.  At that time, it was My Southern Heart.  I also wrote the “history” and stories about my growing up in the South during the 50’s and 60’s.  That blog is entitled My Southern Heart…The Stories.  I had that blog published as a Christmas gift for my family a few years ago.

Before I knew it, through my blogging, I had “met” people all over the world.  Had I met them in person?  No, not at all.  Still, I came to think of them as friends.  I followed along as my friend’s daughter in Scotland became very ill with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  I have traveled along on that journey with her and her family (along with many of her other faithful readers) .  Thankfully, her daughter is doing much better now.  There have been other journeys I have accompanied blogging friends on…all the way from Oregon and Iowa.  I have laughed with them, cried with a few who have faced sad circumstances and enjoyed the travels of a few to places that I long to visit.  I have loved seeing the talents that so many of my blogging friends possess – painting, sewing, knitting, decorating.  I especially enjoy the photography blogs that I follow and am inspired to get my camera out.

So, I have now completed six years of blogging and I still enjoy it.  The funny thing is:  if I happen to go very long between postings, I will occasionally get emails from those who subscribe…asking me if I’m okay.  I appreciate the thought and I think that’s pretty exceptional that someone from a faraway country is checking on me!


Many of you have written to say that you would like to begin a blog and have asked me how to go about it.  If you’ve noticed – there are usually no “advertisements” on my blog but I am about to share a little advertisement with you right now!  ;-)

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My GGGG-Grandfather & the Scottish Referendum…

My GGGG-Grandfather & the Scottish Referendum…

Yesterday was a huge day in Scottish history.  With a fairly close vote, the citizens of Scotland made the historic decision to remain part of the United Kingdom.  No doubt, you were reading about it and following along, as I was, as the votes rolled in.

The McGregor Crest: “Royal is my race”.

My GGGG-Grandfather, Rev. William McGregor, was born about 1732 in Scotland in what our family history legend refers to as “Ossian’s Glen”.  The closest thing that I can find after many years of research is called Glen Coe, supposedly the birthplace of Ossian.  You can read more about the history of it here.  Some of my fellow McGregor descendants believe that our immigrant ancestor William McGregor was born in Perth, but I do not.  At that time in history, the Clan McGregor dwelled in the highlands of Scotland.  They were also a warring clan – defending their rights and property from the likes of the Clan Campbell and others.  The McGregors have a long history of enduring, persevering and overcoming – even to the point of having the use of their name proscribed or prohibited.  It’s a long, involved history and one I am still working on after all these years.

If William McGregor’s father fought in the 1745 to 1746 Jacobite uprising, William would have just been a boy so it’s doubtful that he would have been called upon to fight.   One immigration record indicates that a William McGregor arrived in North Carolina in 1745.  If he had been born in 1732, he would have been just a teenage boy.  Did he accompany his parents?  We know from tracing the ancestors from the present backwards, that our William McGregor became a Baptist preacher who settled in Montgomery County, North Carolina.  I’ve studied the papers from his work as a Baptist preacher which are housed at Wake Forest University.   I’ve been to his home which has been restored because he sold the house and the land to the first physician in North Carolina.  I’ve seen his ancient grave marker as well as the new one which has been placed there.  I want to know more but there are obstacles.  I’ve been to the County Courthouses in North Carolina only to find out that most records burned during the Revolutionary War and/or the Civil War.

As each vote was being cast in answer to the question at the poll:  “Do you want to remain a part of the United Kingdom?”, I wondered what my highland McGregor ancestors would have had to say about it.  Especially after the Battle of Culloden.  Granted, it has been 300+ years and life is calmer in the highlands now.  Still, I wonder.  I have a pretty good idea though!

My goal for the Iowa blizzards this winter is to continue working on this family history…and finally getting the story written!



Above:  Rev. William McGregor’s rebuilt home in Morrow Mountain State Park in Stanly County, North Carolina.


The McGregor Tartan.


I’ve also written about my McGregor ancestor in an earlier post.

If you’re wondering how he could “only” be my GGGG-grandparent with being born circa 1732, it’s because I am the youngest of 4 daughters, born to the youngest of seven children.  Previous grandfathers were also close to being the youngest in each family.



If  you’ve ever lost someone you loved more than life itself, then you know about grief.  Grief feels like a living, breathing thing that consumes you and fills every single part of your being.  Grief keeps you from sleeping or eating.  Grief makes it hard to breathe or even think.  Grief makes you feel that it will never, ever end.  I remember the minutes and hours and days after each of my parents died…after my two sisters died.  I remember when the love of my life for 39 years lost his battle on this earth – far from me.  I remember wishing I could just go over the grief…or around it.  I remember wishing that months had passed already…but it doesn’t work that way.  Grief is a process.  There is only one way to get past grief – and that is through it.




To say that grief hurts is a massive understatement.  Grief hurts like hell.  Right now, my friend Bonnie and her family are spending every single moment by their son Brandon’s bedside.  Ever single day he lingers, means that many more moments with him…but it also means the pain of watching him suffer.

I ask you, once again, dear readers to remember this family in your prayers.  Go back and read the post at the link above.  I know that several of you have given to the fund set up for Brandon’s wife and daughter and I thank you for that.  If you haven’t donated and can, please do so.  There is a link to the fund on the right side of my blog.  But, most especially, please keep them in your prayers…

Edited to add:  Here is the link to Christina’s latest Caring Bridge entry.  Everyone continues to pray for a miracle…



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