Monday, May 21, 2012

WIND BENEATH MY WINGS


Spunkier than a teen hyped up on a six pack of  Red Bull and friendlier than a wet Labrador pup this wonderful woman housed more energy in her tiny body than eight cups of coffee.  I once had a principal ask me in an interview who my hero was.  I have to tell ya that this Ozark Farm Chick didn't skip a beat when I answered my Grandma Dow.  What a role model this remarkable woman was in my life.  Born in 1905 she found herself widowed at a young age in an era when a woman's career was bein' a good housewife and raisin' youngens.  'Just the way it was!

Inez Lola Dow, who I simply called 'Ma', buckled down and did what she did best.  She loved. She loved with all her might.  Mom to four left with two bottomless hungry teenagers to feed and a home to finance she began takin' 'welfare' children into her heart and home.  She cared for many babies found in alley trash cans who officials thought didn't have a chance to pull through the night.  Those little souls who were too disfigured or mentally challenged to place anywhere else were brought into her care.  All in all she housed over three hundred of these most precious children.  

Her big heart became known far an wide.  The Albuquerque radio station sang her praises and gifted her with a certificate of appreciation from the city and a record album honoring the love and care this grandma of mine bestowed on these special little lambs.  Her love of children continued to shine through the years.  Connie Chung even did a wonderful tribute for 60 Minutes on my most positive hero.

Ma gently held my hand and guided my steps throughout my life.  From her first visit to the old farmhouse in Stockton, Missouri back when I was knee~high to nothin' to present day, she's been my guidin' light. There's not a day goes by that I don't think of somethin' she said or did.  I found two handwritten notes from her as I was goin' through pictures.  One was written to me on the day I was born, the other was written to me shortly before her death lettin' me know how proud she was to be my grandma.  I do declare, I was the one blessed to the moon and back to have had  her in my life.  In all the time we spent together, this remarkable lady always found the good in everyone and I never, ever  heard her say a bad word about another bein'...'just wouldn't be prudent. Besides, that wasn't her style.

Here's Ma surround by her most valuable  treasures.  She was blessed with two more grandsons and another granddaughter after this was photo was taken.  Pictured  is my older cousin Judy, little Connie, Tommy who passed at the age of 14, my baby sis Donna and yep...I'm the one singin'  OOOoooklahoma showin' off my tonsil~less throat along with my uvula .  Did I tell ya'll my grandma had a ongoin' zest for life that wouldn't quit and was more fun than a barrel full of magic wands?  A true kid at heart this magnificent gal was.

Wherever ya found Ma you'd find fun.  It was on this trip to my childhood farm that my grandma and I decided to bake some peanut butter cookies while Mom did her outside chores.  Now, Ma and I loved peanut butter cookie dough more that a chubby cop loves warm glazed doughnuts.  We had a grand time mixin', bakin' and tastin' when my Mama came in and said, "I thought ya'll were gonna bake cookies".  In the midst of our giggles we handed her the cookie platter adorned with seven very small morsels and answered, "We did!!!"

This was also the visit we gals went to Emporia, Kansas to see Ma's sis.  My grandmother, mom, mom's best friend, my little sis and this thirteen year old Farm Chicklett  piled in the car to make the journey. It was this very excursion these fine ladies sent me into the local Emporia drug store to buy 'em some Ex~Lax and Kaopectate.  Yep folks,  some were constipated and some were sufferin' the runs and they weren't goin' in so they sent me...the gullible obedient one!  The two clerks behind the counter could barely contain themselves when one just had to burst out with..."Ya know young lady, these products treat opposite ailments!"  Meltin' into the floor and turnin' beet red I said, " I know, those women in the car don't know whether there comin' or goin'" and got outta there faster than a jackrabbit on a date!!!
 
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Ma was never too busy to play, I loved that 'bout her.  Here she is playin' in the sand with her toddler great~ grandson (Geek Son)  and my cousin Robert.  Ma's very last visit to the Ponderosa I found her in my family room  turnin'  somersaults to make Geek Son laugh.  She was just that kinda gal.  It was so fittin' that Ma's church's  Kid's Choir sang at her funeral service.  I could truly feel her there......dancin'!
This wonderful song was sang by the likes of Perry Como, Sheena Easton and even Gladys Knight and the Pips but it's best known version is sang by Bette Midler  in the 1988 soundtrack for the movie Beaches. My HERO left this world many years ago but will always live in my heart and remain to be "The Wind Beneath My Wings!!!"

'Miss ya Ma, my hero!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

DAY BY DAY (Two Scoops of Grace With Chuckles on Top..Giveaway and Review)

Have ya'll ever pondered "Can Preachers Have Sex on Sunday" or had to answer questions like this Ozark Farm Chick does here on the Ponderosa like, "Where's The Bull"?  Maybe you've yearned to read 'bout "Cow Chip Classics" or "I Believe in Blabbing"?  Your readin' habits may lean toward violence and adventure stories like "The Hormone Bomber",  "I've Fallen Off My Pedestal and I Refuse to Climb Back Up" or the likes of  the "Dangerous Donuts" that deal with judgement and culture shock with a little udder balm and live bait thrown in.  This is a small sample of the humorous "sweet, funny, reminders of God's heart" Jeanette Levelllie  has in store for ya'll  in her new book, " Two Scoops of Grace with Chuckles on Top."
 Folks, I gotta tell ya'll right here and now ya'll should be all over this book like a starvin' hobo on a fresh made country ham sandwich.  I had a blast and a half readin' it!  This rockin' pastor's wife has written from her extremely hilarious life adventures in the form of easy read short stories which are supported by scripture and summed up with the knowledge of biblical points.  Believe me when I say there's not a dry word in the lot.  The seventy two stories can easily be used as a daily devotional or simply a wonderfully funny yet meaningful piece of God's word.  If  "Two Scoops of Grace with Chuckles on Top" don't light your fire, your wood is wet!!!
I met this upliftin' beautiful gal over at her blog " On Wings of Mirth and Worth "and fell in love with her inspirational humor and quick wit.  Seems others have too!!!  Heck,  this award~winnin' author is more popular than a slimy juicy night-crawler at a fish hatchery.  Miss Jeanette authors a humor/inspirational column, 'God is Bigger' in the Paris (Illinois not France) Beacon News and is published in Guidepost.  Why, she even has stories in the "Love is a Verb  Devotional" with Gary Chapman (ya gotta love that Gary!).  Not only does she fill her calendar with public speekin', she's written for magazines, greetin' cards and poems for calendars.  Yep, this girl's busier than a one eyed man at a burlesque show!
Oh, did I mention that this gorgeous author's generous as all get out too?  Ya'll can win one of ten free downloads of Jeanette Levellie's debut humor devotional, "Two Scoops of Grace with Chuckles on Top," for your very own readers or a $100.00 gift card by sharin' this post link on Facebook, Twitter or your blog.  For each 'like' on Jeanette's Author Page, Two Scoops Book Page and her personal  Facebook page,  follow her on Twitter  and her blog  and she will count each of these acts as another entry.  Please enter as many as you can and pop over to let her know at 'On Wings of Mirth and Worth'.  Sorry, all the links won't allow me in since I don't Facebook or Tweet.  Shoot, I'm just a simple kinda chick... it's just the way I fly!!!

Originally known as the Hi~Fi's  then the Versatiles this smooth soundin' group became The Fifth Dimension toward the latter part of 1966.  I can pick up 'Two Scoops" and "be taught to laugh when I find cow patties in my field 'stead of daisies", "discover the bottomless heart of God" or "grow in the acceptance of myself and others" as I read this delightful devotional each and every  "Day by Day!!!

Ya'll can purchase "Two Scoops of Grace with Sprinkles" on Top at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and CBD.
Check out Scoops book trailer here.
Jeanette's contest ends midnight May 10th and winners will be announced Sunday May 13th.
Good luck ya'll!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

THANKS TO YOU


Ya'll have made this young woman so happy she doesn't know whether she's a-washin' or a-hangin'!  Doesn't she look like she's just won the lottery and then some?  It all began over at Marydon's 'Blushing Rose' when she heard our darlin' Angel Dawn was havin' some problems.  I tell ya that Marydon has a heart that is bigger than Heaven and all of Texas!  This most generous woman posted that she wanted to bless Angel this Easter season and the prayers, boxes, cards and letters came floodin' in faster than the risin' water in the clogged commode.

After the initial shock of a completely loaded table subsided, Miss Angel got busier than a farmer with one hoe and two rattlesnakes tearin' into all the love gifts that were sent from Marydon's wonderfully considerate blogmates.  It was so very overwhelmin' for her,  I had a friend help Miss Angel with all her goodies!

Faster than a knife fight in a phone booth the elated girl began to open the love boxes one by one.  Even with a helper it took a full hour to open all the gifts presented that day.  There were more gifts and days that I had younger kiddos in Kid's Church that would not understand why Angel had presents and they didn't.  Those days the gifts were simply sent home with her.  I've received three more love packages just this week.

I have to tell ya'll that each and every package and card thrilled this thirteen year old's heart.  Items came from all over the United States.  Gifts were shipped from sunny California to the tropics of Florida.  Boxes were sent from New York to Texas and everywhere in-between.  Shoot, there were a couple things from Canada and yesterday a package arrived all the way from England!!! Not only have ya'll touched Angel in a most special way,  if this Ozark Farm Chick was any happier~ I'd be twins!!!!  I know...scarey thought but your outpourin' has truly blessed my heart and moved my very soul.  Ya'll rock!
 
Angel received beautiful hats of all shapes and forms Heaps of art supplies and jewelry kits  that'll keep her busy for days to come.  Beautiful handmade journals and pretty delicate  handmade boxes stuffed with delicious candies.  There were stunnin' handmade quilts, scarves, wraps, jewelry, afghans, pillows and purses.  She opened word searches, notepads, books,CD's, devotionals, stickers, cut out dolls, bears and angels.  Heck, one card even held cash in the form of two dollar bills.  Miss Happy can glee over new clothes, bubble baths, sweet lotions, perfumes and nail treatments.  The list goes on...I have filled four legal pad size pages with the gifts received.  'Blows me away!

Doesn't this smile melt your heart?  Angel has undergone two brain stem surgeries and months of chemotherapy that was completed last September to obviate brain stem cancer . I gotta tell ya I've observed some symptoms in Miss Angel that have truly burdened my heart. They've left a bad feelin' that is hangin' on me like a booger ya can't thump off even though her Mama tells me all Angel's test have come back on a positive note.   Please pray for her.

 
On top of this several weeks before Easter Angel blacked out at school.  When she came to she couldn't tell the responder her name, birthday or where she was.  She was transported to St. Johns Hospital where she's been treated. A blood test was ran and they sent her home.  A couple weeks later, a MRI was ran and Mom was told everything was OK.  Now, if that don't put the pepper in the Gumbo!!!  
 
 Just between you me and the fencepost, Miss Angel has recently complained of headaches. Bless her heart, she began droppin' weight. I see trouble with balance and short term memory on top of some other issues I won't mention.  I pray I'm wrong but my heart is heavy.
 
Last time ya'll blessed Angel I wrote the thank you notes in Angel's words, addressed the envelopes for her and let her sign 'em.  This round I've enclosed a blank thank you notes in each box or package for her to write her own. 
 
If for some reason she doesn't carry through, I want to personally thank ya'll for each prayer, card, letter and package that was sent.  I'm blown away with the response and know this young woman feels the love that has surrounded her through your gifts.  Can't ya tell her heart is meltin' in the picture below?  There are simply not enough 'THANK YOUS!
 
 To top everything off, Mailman Larry handed me yet another box which I assumed was for Angel.  Imagine my surprise when I noticed it was simply addressed to Nezzy.  Yep, I'd won a giveaway over at Miss Marydon's place, Blushing Rose ,that I didn't even realized I'd won.  What a wonderfully amazin' surprise it was too!!!  This beautiful charmin' box contained a vintage doorknob filled with a teeny tiny flower bouquet created by Celestina Marie Design for Marydon's giveaway but wait...that's not all!  Celeste added a beautiful angel topped heart ornament just for bein' me. Can you imagine?  What precious sweethearts these ladies are.  Please pop over and pay 'em a visit, I'd be much obliged!
 

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 Tyler Collins is a singer~songwriter who's name ya might not recognize.  She's sang with Prince and played Cinderella on an episode of  "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."   She began singin' as a lead with an R&B group called 'The Boys Next Door". She recorded "Never Alone" (Eeyore's Lullaby) for Winnie the Pooh tribute album.  This talent has sang R&B, pop and adult contemporary music from 1987 to present day. Miss Tyler has also written song for Celine Dion, Shanice and Jeffrey Osborne.

Today I want to present this song to you.  God has used your hearts and your hands to touch a young stranger miles away.  God has overwhelmingly blessed me by touchin' our lives,  for this I want to say "Thanks to You"!!!  Please listen won't ya?
God bless ya'll!!!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

PAPER ROSES


This Ozark Farm chick was shakin' like a fifty cent ladder on gutter cleanin' day when I listened to the weather and heard the frost warnins. When I turned in late last night it was thirty seven degrees and droppin'. My heart sank like a mobsters victim. Oh, my beautiful roses had buds, all my lovely perennials had pushed their heads through the earth. I'm a tad high strung and wound tighter that a three day clock but late last night....I would'a made a pressure cooker look calm.



At thirty one degrees the Ponderosa's frost holler is was colder than a tick on a Mississippi coon hound on a Montana morning. The daylilies foliage blackened bowin' their heads to the earth, my spirit plummeted lower than a snake full of buckshot. Checkin' the curly leaves on my roses. my mind was transported to a science project in our Special Ed. classroom. 'Loved those kiddos and I'd fight tigers in the dark with a switch for 'em unlike their classmates, Middle Schoolers are empathy challenged. 'Just sayin'.........

Each year we would help our very special students participate in the Middle School Science Fair. We had many projects over the years. Little Miss Feisty kept eatin' her atom molecules constructed with Skittles. Mr. I Believe I Can Fly grew colorful salt crystals but the one that really touched my heart was a little sweetheart I'll call Lilly Pie.


Lilly Pie was a 'special' student in the fifth grade. She lived with her mother, little sister and her Mom's boyfriend. Lilly lived in a dysfunctional home at best and had been showin' definite signs of sexual abuse. When Social Services confirmed the situation Lilly's mother was told that she could not have the girls in the house if the boyfriend stayed. Miss Pie's mother told this tender~hearted ten year old girl, "well somebody's gotta leave and it's not gonna be 'him'." 'Broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She was moved into her single grandfathers house. Doesn't that just frost your ankles?



Sweeter than a meal of biscuits and chocolate gravy served with southern sweet tea, this little lady approached us with her Science Fair idea. Roses!!! Woohoo, bestow my heart. Lilly Pie wanted to make a presentation on plantin' and growin' roses. She expressed the desire to present her project in book form. She chose plain old pink copy paper for the pages. Lilly then used the computer to find information and pictures that she would use for her book simply titled 'Roses'.

We helped Lilly glue the information on the pages along with the pictures she'd chosen with good old rubber cement. After everything had dried we used a binder to bind her project together. Simple supplies, nothin' special. Just a little copy paper, printer ink and some rubber cement. We left the project in Lilly Pies cubby in the classroom and locked the door behind us.


I've experienced several supernatural unexplainable remarkable acts of God in my lifetime but this one was for Lilly Pie. The next mornin' as we were thumbin' though Miss Pie's project the scent of roses arose from the pages. We passed the book around to our coworkers and the more the book was handled the stronger the scent became. I went back and sniffed the copy paper which smelled like plain old paper. I checked the rubber cement and it reeked of...well...rubber cement. Heck, I even checked the printer ink. The only explanation I could come up with it that God wanted to make Lilly's project as special as her.

Isn't that just like our Heavenly Father? He takes our brokenness and turns it into something whole and special. He raises us up from that bottomless pit just when we think there is no hope into life abundantly. He guides us to the light when lost in darkness. He takes a young girl's simple project and makes it stand out from the others. That rose scent lasted through the Science Fair and was still strong when we sent it home.

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In 1993, Olive Marie Osmond sang the popular song written by Fred Spielman and Janice Torre that was originally Anita Bryant's hit in 1960. Marie's version topped the country charts then crossed over to pop and easy listenin'. I know that Miss Lilly Pie or I will never ever forget the science project that was simply made of 'Paper Roses!!!

'Just thinkin' 'bout it makes me happier than a monkey with a peanut machine!



(These pictures are from my rose garden last summer)

Thursday, March 29, 2012

JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL (Don't Stop Believin')

Oh Mama! That man over there just wadded up his napkin and ate it!!! .......and there goes another!!! Sweetie, you must be seein' things 'cause that simply doesn't happen. We'll feed me nails and call me rusty, 'cause this Ozark Farm Chick later witnessed that oddity time and time again at the cafe on Main Street durin' our weekly shoppin' trips. His name was J. Tate and he gobbled up napkins like they were hot fresh glazed doughnuts.

El Dorado (Eldo-RAAAH-do) Springs, Missouri is a land where onced and twiced are words yet was a metropolis compared to my teeny hometown, Stockton. Our farm was nestled between these two towns. We shopped at Eldo 'cause of it's greater variety. A little drive-in hosted the best Hickory Burgers in the world. They were mad dog doolin' delicious I tell ya! People traveled miles with glass jugs and odd containers in tow to bottle up the mineral rich water flowin' from the depths of the beautiful city park spring. It was the most horrifically putrid water that carried the stench of rotten eggs and tasted even worse, yet was known far and wide for it's magical medicinal healin' powers.

Yep, I have fond memories of this picturesque town and it's breathtaking city park surrounded by the quaint storefronts down Main Street. Memories sippin' Chocolate Ice Cream Sodas from the fountain at the Drug Store. I filled my inner teen diva buyin' Bobby Brook Fashions at Brownsburger's Department Store. Like everyone else 'round those parts I had to attend the biggest event of the year, The El Dorado Springs Annual Picnic but I never had the pleasure of meetin' my hillbilly neighbor, Kathie Truitt. It was in Blogland that our paths crossed. It truly is a small world after all!

Kathie's so sweet she could charm a 'coon right outta a tree. This big hearted beauty is a former Mrs. Missouri America. She's been a celebrated radio personality and motivational speaker 'round the Midwest. Ya'll can find her over at her place " The Hillbilly Debutante ." Oops...my bad! Did I mention that Kathie's also an author? She published 'False Victim' in 2010, a novel based on her own true story.

I have to tell ya, ya'll are in for a treat 'cause Kathie just released her newest book just this week. 'The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe' is filled with small town politics, adventure, mystery, just a wee drop of paranormal with heaps of good clean small town humor where everybody knows everybody's business and ain't ashamed to talk 'bout it! I sure pray my small town friend will be ridin' high on the gravy train with biscuit wheels 'cause this books gonna be hotter than a summer revival!!!

'The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe' is filled with colorful small town folks like Wilhelmina and Bobby Joe. There's the WWII veteran who chose to move into his 1969 T-Bird with his cat Mo-Ped. He was known to take baths in El Dorado City Park. Gettin' him to live anywhere else was kinda like teachin' a pig to dance. It only wastes your time and irritates the pig besides this fella was as content as a pig in a wallow right where his residence was parked.

With more guts than ya can hang on a fence, you'll meet the mechanic who donned himself in woman's clothin' accessorized with pearls, lipstick and all the glam he could conjure up. You might even bump into a Rain Man type character whose got a thing for numbers. One might think his phone's plumb off the hook but he'll know ya by your phone number, not by name. I had such fun readin' Kathie's ' The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe' and I know ya'll will too!!!!



Known by it's more popular name, 'Don't Stop Believin', was sung by the rock band Journey back in 1981 which has also sported a second name durin' it's life. Kathie was from my neck of the woods and I know ya'll are goin' to have as much fun readin' 'The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe' as I did. Yep, Kathie and I can both belt out that wonderful Journey oldie 'cause we're both "Just a Small Town Girl!!!

Please won't ya check out Kathie's Book at Barnes & Noble or Amazon. If ya pop over to her blog 'The Hillbilly Debutante' and purchase a book and leave Kathie a comment you'll be in the runnin' for some really cool bright red cowgirl boots. I promise you that ya'll are in for some amusin' Ozark entertainment!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

LOOK WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO MY SONG


I've been madder than a dwarf with a long stringed yo~yo! Folks, this has been one tough week on this Ozark Farm Chick. I've sadly been greavin' deeply for a loss I never thought I'd have to face. Farm Boy tried to break it to me gently for he knows my passions but I have to tell ya it went down 'bout as well as the iron tonic Mama used to force me to swallow. Few things will rile me up like this and make me madder than a welfare mom runnin' outta food stamps mid~month.

Hubs said, "your not gonna like this" and I didn't. He knows me too well. Sunday mornin' when the radio clicked on I was not awaken by my beloved oldies that have nudged me from sleep for eons. Nooooo0, I heard Scrugg's banjo blarin' which was 'bout as welcomed as deviled egg gas passed in a telephone booth. My oldies station has gone country and turned my world upside down!!!

I fed piles of quarters into the jukeboxes at Stockton's Castle Drive~In and El Dorado's Cooper Drug store durin' my teen years to saturate my soul with this music. Ya just can't beat the sound of The Beetles, Elton John, The Beach Boys and Connie Frances while sippin' a chocolate ice cream soda or playin' the pinball machines. My first party, dance, kiss and pretty near everything else left to the imagination involved this music. Why, life without these grand tunes would be kinda like goin' to the goat house for wool!

My first clock radio was purchased at a little hardware store just off the square in Stockton. I had saved my money and thought I had gathered just enough to own it. I'd been droolin' over it for months. As I very carefully unfolded my bills to complete this transaction, I discovered I had not saved enough to cover my dream radio and the tax. The kind owner smiled and sold me the radio anyway. Woohoo, my tween self couldn't get the boxed tunes home fast enough to set the alarm to awaken me with the best songs ever. Elvis sang me awake that mornin' with ample time to ready myself and catch the school bus. This vintage boombox stirred my sleep through high school and was my early mornin' companion in college as well as the lyrics which shaped my life.

When my hunka~hunka~burnin' love and I married and moved to the Ponderosa there was one and only one oldie station we could get down here in these hills and hollers. We live so far back in the country folks think a Volvo is a woman's body part. I've faithfully listened to this 'Oldies Station' over thirty nine years. I raised Geek Son and Social Butterfly on these nostalgic melodies. My grandkiddos know 'em well. Heck, my posts carry the names of the songs I adore.

While the dishwashers sloshin', washer's agitatin', dryer's tumblin' on Deep Clean Friday, ya can find this caped crusader super cleanin' freak dancin' and dustin', singin' and scrubbin' or rockin' and rubbin' to the oldies as I get the Ponderosa's abode cleaner than a freshly showered priest on Sunday mornin'. Ya'll know how twisted this chick is when it comes to clean but it makes my heart sing and when ya add some rockin' tunes, life just doesn't get any better!




I can be workin' outside sweetin' like a gal writtin' her fist love letter while workin' in one of my many flower gardens yet be happier than a hungry bird with a french fry as long as I have my oldies to listen to. (Pictures from my rose garden last summer) My afternoon swims will never be the same void of Kool & The Gang, The Temptations or The Carpenters. I fear without my oldies I'm gonna sink lower than a moles belly on diggin' day.



I called the radio station and they acted like I was a half a bubble off plum 'cause I wasn't thrilled with their changes. They scoffed at me when I explained there's a country station on every corner 'round these parts and without oldies, they were simply just another station. I felt like I was talkin' to a rock. My emails have gone unanswered. Colder than a polar bears toenails~ they don't care. Oh Mama, look what they've done with my songs!!!

Don't get me wrong. I love music...varieties of music and will listen to more than only the oldies. I love soft jazz, contemporary christian, praise and worship and most anything playin' in my head but I thrive on the oldies. Miss Safka expressed my current feelins on her 1970 hit album 'Candles in the Rain' as she sang, "Well they tied it up in a plastic bag and turned it upside down." This little radio station is now as useless to me as a screen door on a submarine as I cry out "Look What They've Done to My Song!!!"

Thursday, March 8, 2012

THE BEST

As sure as this Ozark Farm Chick knows a 'possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road, it's clear that this man was one remarkable fella. Ya'll might say he was "Simply the Best!" That fact is always confirmed by the glimmer in my Mama's eyes and the joy in her voice as she speaks of him.

Born in 1904, Fred Augustus Dow grew up in Iowa where this industrious young lad ran a paper route. He later moved to Emporia, Kansas before settlin' in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He loved to gather his family for Sunday drives which consistently included a melody of his favorite songs like "My Blue Heaven." Seemed he always had a great tune to belt out, imagine that!!! Fred delivered groceries, was a railroad fireman, ran yet another paper route and was for a very short time, my Grandfather.

'Pa' was feelin' higher than an Ozark pine holdin' a six week old Nezzy Chicklett. Would ya'll look at those toothpick squirrel legs? Dang, I was so skinny it looked like I swapped legs with a wasp and got cheated a stinger!!! This was my first trip to see my maternal grandparents who lived in Albuquerque and the last time they both would both be there. My grandpa had suffered with heart problems as did two of his four children. Booger, I'd love to of known this man.

He did get the chance to visit the Stockton farm and was nuttier over me than a port~a~potty at a Peanut Festival. It was durin' this visit I called him 'Pa'. Me?? Well, accordin' to my daddy I was born a farmer skilled at milkin' and spreadin' manure from the get~go but ya can tell my 'Pa' was a true city slicker. Who wears penny loafers and white socks 'round cow patties???


'Pa' didn't come to visit me empty handed. No, he brought me a beautiful gold locket~bracelet set which I still cherish today and a skillfully hand made potty chair.
Upon arriving' 'Pa' brought the potty chair into the house where I was nappin'. A gals gotta get her beauty rest ya know? Mom woke me and was gonna put a clean hippen on me when she noticed my diaper wasn't wet. (Even then I was kinda a control freak) She sat me on my new princess commode and slicker than grease off a BBQ biscuit I tinkled! Knowin' I was the most intelligent exceptional ten month old on Earth , 'Pa' bowed up like a Banty Rooster with pride! He had a gifted prodigy tot on his hands but ya'll know even a blind hog finds and acorn every now and again! Or....maybe... just maybe, my grandpa hit the nail on the head and I am a true genius!!! A girl can dream can't she?

That was the last time I would see my grandfather. He passed shortly after makin' his one and only trip to these Ozark hills. After runnin' an early dawn paper route Pa sat down on the sofa to count his mornin' collections as my Grandmother (Ma) rustled up some breakfast. Ma heard a thump and discovered that my grandfather had collapsed from a heart attack. He could not be revived. All I have today are the pictures, a beautiful gold locket set, an old potty chair and the assurance of a grandpa's love. I'm saddened that he never got the chance to visit the Ponderosa, he would'a loved it! I know these things.

In 1974 I discovered I had my own little bun brewin' in the oven. Well, I got busier than a kitty tryin' to cover it's business on a marble floor to prepare the little loo for my own brood. I sanded my little heart out and refinished the beautiful wood grain in that old potty chair. I burnt lines in it for a distressed look and painted a Winnie the Pooh theme on the 'wee' john. Only the best for my youngens!

Over the past 59 years this potty chair has traveled almost as much as this old gal. I'm almost ashamed of how long I used this marvelous privy. Raised without indoor plumbin', it was a welcomed warm friend to my tush when it was cold enough outside to freeze the balls off a pool table. My tiny throne traveled from New Mexico to Missouri. It's visited the Gulf of Mexico in Brownsville, Texas and returned back to the Ozarks. Pooh Chair has caressed the bottoms of my kiddos (Geek Son and Social Butterfly), nieces, nephews and grandkiddos alike.

These days the galvanized pot is rustier than an old sheriff's badge and so ugly maggots would have to be blindfolded to use it. Yep, your eyes aren't deceivin' ya folks, that sure enough is Pooh Bear waitin' for incomin' poo. I'm twisted like that!!!

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This positive rare gem of a song confirms the way my 'Pa' thought of me, "Your simply the best, better than all the rest, better than anyone, anyone I've ever met." Miss Tina Turner sang this encouragin' anthem from 1966 to present day. Knowin' how very blessed I am, I too can sing... "I'm stuck on your heart", 'cause I know my 'Pa' had the biggest heart of hearts and that he was " (Simply)The Best !!!"

The old potty chair is goin' into storage but not so far that it can't be pulled out to be used another day or another generation.
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