Nannie
Thanksgiving makes me think of my MIL.We lost her a few years ago,but she is with us during the season.
She had a tradition of having the grand kids over to help make dressing for the turkey.(In Texas we eat dressing not stuffing).My oldest son took over this job before she left us.This last week, my kids got together,and make the dressing for Thanksgiving and Christmas.We tried to get my grand kids to help,but most were playing to hard to be bothered .
This time of year always make all of us think even more of her.
She was born in 19 something,As Josephine Gotcher in Farmsville Tx.
Married James McClary.
Then Paul Skidmore.
But she was known as Nannie,by anyone ,who was anyone.
We had some people who came to her funeral that did not know her name was Jo.
She was sweet.
She was stern.
She loved her grandkids more than life it's self,and would protect them to the end.
She was what the word family means! Look it up.
She loved the holidays.She decorated for weeks.She wrapped for weeks.She cooked for just as long.
I miss her.
Till next time--------------------Poohpa
P.S. I will not be way for so long.Starting on Dec.1,I will start a new chapter in my life and let you all help me through it.
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Christmas Past
We are getting close to Christmas and I have not talked to you lately.I have been very busy at work-with the doctors--with the rehab--but also shopping for my baby.
I remember a few things from Christmas past.
The time my oldest son was a baby.he was so sick we almost put him in the hospital.At my Dads house on Christmas Eve,all he did was lay on Dad and eat potato chips.Dad talked about that till the day he pasted.
Last year little Kasey got a new plastic rifle that made shooting noises.For hours he carried that thing around and must have shot in 500 times the first hour.
The year my wife found cameras very cheap for my 10 little nieces and nephews.Their Moms bitched for years about the cost to them for development.Aunt Sondi always buys the best stuff for the kids.
The year that I drew my sisters name for a gift.The only thing I could think of was to make her something.When I brought out the deacons bench I made Vickie started crying.Hell thought she was pissed and apologised, then I got the best hug ever.
The Christmas lights of Christmas past--the bastards never work right.
The work and love my mil,Nannie,put into the Christmas dinner-( two types of corn-two kinds of mac& cheese-dressing with and without onions-olives and sweet pickles-and Dema's fruit salad).
Trying to get the kids up early so we could beat Nannie and Papa.This way we had time to our self with the kids.
My kids telling me to go back to bed,that it was 4:30,not 7:00.( Can you tell I love Christmas morning?).
The year my grandmother,Mell,accepted my invitation to celebrate with us.I had only asked for 35yrs.Later on that next year she passed away.She gave me one of the best presents ever,just by being there.
My fil,Papa, would claim some one stole his bread and have the kids get him another.Every year some one's bread gets stolen.
How every year my mil and my wife would make us save tags and bows.
One year I got hamburger patty boxes from work(we were throwing away about 200),it became a tradition to get a present in a patty box.Today there are only about 5 left,we wore out the rest.
Every year we hope we don't have black bottom bread.
The year my soon to be ex daughter-in-law,gave Sondi a platter she had made with all the grand kids names and hand prints.Instant tears for Sondi and Amy.
Best of all, just having our kids and their families with us!
I know this a long post, but we have many memories.
Till next time-----------------Poohpa
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
I remember a few things from Christmas past.
The time my oldest son was a baby.he was so sick we almost put him in the hospital.At my Dads house on Christmas Eve,all he did was lay on Dad and eat potato chips.Dad talked about that till the day he pasted.
Last year little Kasey got a new plastic rifle that made shooting noises.For hours he carried that thing around and must have shot in 500 times the first hour.
The year my wife found cameras very cheap for my 10 little nieces and nephews.Their Moms bitched for years about the cost to them for development.Aunt Sondi always buys the best stuff for the kids.
The year that I drew my sisters name for a gift.The only thing I could think of was to make her something.When I brought out the deacons bench I made Vickie started crying.Hell thought she was pissed and apologised, then I got the best hug ever.
The Christmas lights of Christmas past--the bastards never work right.
The work and love my mil,Nannie,put into the Christmas dinner-( two types of corn-two kinds of mac& cheese-dressing with and without onions-olives and sweet pickles-and Dema's fruit salad).
Trying to get the kids up early so we could beat Nannie and Papa.This way we had time to our self with the kids.
My kids telling me to go back to bed,that it was 4:30,not 7:00.( Can you tell I love Christmas morning?).
The year my grandmother,Mell,accepted my invitation to celebrate with us.I had only asked for 35yrs.Later on that next year she passed away.She gave me one of the best presents ever,just by being there.
My fil,Papa, would claim some one stole his bread and have the kids get him another.Every year some one's bread gets stolen.
How every year my mil and my wife would make us save tags and bows.
One year I got hamburger patty boxes from work(we were throwing away about 200),it became a tradition to get a present in a patty box.Today there are only about 5 left,we wore out the rest.
Every year we hope we don't have black bottom bread.
The year my soon to be ex daughter-in-law,gave Sondi a platter she had made with all the grand kids names and hand prints.Instant tears for Sondi and Amy.
Best of all, just having our kids and their families with us!
I know this a long post, but we have many memories.
Till next time-----------------Poohpa
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Mother-in-law
At first it was she did not like me,the son of the other woman.( see Redneck Family).We married in July '69,in Las Vegas.A few months later we moved back to Texas.By the next summer I had won her over with my wit and charm.(lord I hope I don't go to hell for lying)
She was a perfect lady and a great mother-in-law.But she was even a better grand mother.
Then she became Nannie.My kids thought she was perfect(and she was).She lived for her grand kids.In their younger years they spent most weekends with her .She played games and did puzzles with them.
After they married ,she would have them over every fall to make dressing for Thanksgiving and Christmas.It became a tradition for them.The last few years my oldest son would have all over to his house and Nannie coached them on how to make the dressing.To this day my kids still look forward to this,now my grandkids are learning. Great fun for all.
Nannie found my youngest son and his sister jumping on the bed one day,they were told not to do it antymore.Later she caught them jumping again(not good).She pulled their pants down and spanked them(the fear of God). To this day they would not jump on a bed and warn their kids about happend to them.
We took vacations together.She was always fun and ready to go anytime.
We all miss her and loved her.She loved her family more than anyone I have ever known.
She was a perfect lady and a great mother-in-law.But she was even a better grand mother.
Then she became Nannie.My kids thought she was perfect(and she was).She lived for her grand kids.In their younger years they spent most weekends with her .She played games and did puzzles with them.
After they married ,she would have them over every fall to make dressing for Thanksgiving and Christmas.It became a tradition for them.The last few years my oldest son would have all over to his house and Nannie coached them on how to make the dressing.To this day my kids still look forward to this,now my grandkids are learning. Great fun for all.
Nannie found my youngest son and his sister jumping on the bed one day,they were told not to do it antymore.Later she caught them jumping again(not good).She pulled their pants down and spanked them(the fear of God). To this day they would not jump on a bed and warn their kids about happend to them.
We took vacations together.She was always fun and ready to go anytime.
We all miss her and loved her.She loved her family more than anyone I have ever known.
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