Posting letters. I love the sound of those two words. It sounds so much more English than “mailing a letter.” I’m a romantic at heart and I love the thought of a postman carrying a satchel filled with postcards from all over the world. It’s sweet to see a package marked fragile hanging out of a mailbox and imagine how excited the homeowner is when they collect their mail at the of the day.
No Junk Mail
Whether that day is rainy or sunny, the goal of the post office is keeping us in touch with one another. We’ve come a long way in the US since the “running pony” delivered to the early colonies. There was no need for zip codes, junk mail didn’t exist and surely Ben Franklin could have kept Hillary’s “mail” secure.
Sharing the Secrets of Preserving Southern Racism
I have just finished reading The Letter I Never Sent Harper Lee . In this “letter” the author compares the racism of the 1930’s with that of today and says it is no different. I am outraged that a Ohioan who claims Birmingham, Alabama is her home is so cold and heartless in her writing about our state.
Sometime around 1993 I accompanied my husband to a work conference at the Grand Hotel in Point Clear, AL. My son was about 8 years old and my daughter only one. I had the rare opportunity of traveling with J while the kids got a little bonding time with their Granna. We had a wonderful time of visiting with co-workers and enjoying the grounds of such a historic hotel; but, on one particular day while J was conferencing, I saw our family’s future on the face of a clock.
Some of my fondest childhood memories include long talks on my Nanny’s front porch. My cousins and I would swing and tell jokes, rock in the rocking chairs and sometimes eat homemade ice cream on our birthdays. Such sweet times. It was with that in mind, that I decided to update our small front porch to encourage breeze-shootin’, songbird-listening, sweet-tea-sippin’ sunsets with my man or a sweet friend.
My children were like most. They were both miracles and as a way to praise God for their lives, each year we had a fun and creative birthday party. They were each fearfully and wonderfully created, so it was important to their dad and I that they knew it from day one. My daughter is now 25, and she has had at least 12 different themes throughout her birthday calendar. Since entertaining is such a rich part of southern life, I wanted to share our ideas with you.
I’ve heard the phrase “hissy fit” all of my life. Most of the time, I’ve heard it used to refer to a woman who has an unreasonable temper tantrum. It’s also said here in the south that a woman doesn’t “have” a hissy fit, but she pitches or throws one.