WOULD LIKE TO GO HOME

4 09 2012

I sure would like to go home today.  Not to a house particularly, but to home in my heart.  I think of my parents and our life in their home and how happy we all were most days.  I sure would like to go back there sometime.  It was wonderful.

And I think of the little house we lived in as a young couple with 1, 2, and then 3 children.  That was a wonderful place, too.  Just those toddlers and their smiles and their cries and their learning, always learning.  Would like to see all that again, too.

And then next was the horrible place where everything went wrong all the time.  No money, a sick baby, run down house, lost everything.  Don’t want to ever go there again.  And hope I never do.

Next was a terrible rent house full of dirt and trouble also.  Still no money and an alcoholic lifestyle and trouble, trouble, trouble. Don’t miss that one, either.

Then when things got better, there was the house with all the children under my feet and the recovery of the alcoholic and the constant teaching of the damaged child.  It was a hard time, but not too bad.

And then we finally made it back to sanity and lived in a wonderful house with all those wonderful kids growing up and growing up way too fast.  The many carpools and meals to be prepared and washing to be done and vacuuming constantly.  Would love to go back and just visit there for an afternoon with all my children in the kitchen and lots and lots of noise and listening to all their conversations at once.  Absolutely wonderful.

Next was another really nice place but some of the children were gone now. Still miss them to this day, not for now, but for then.  Back to the times when they were growing up and stretching their long legs and big feet   under the table and learning to drive and write checks and learning everything.

And then to this big empty place where I am lost sometimes, looking for everyone.  I just wish I could go home, back where I belong, back to those places from before with all the children at home and all that noise and commotion and much too busy days.  I sure would like to go home.

If you would like to go home,too, then look at my books.  #2503 is the one about my parents and their home; In The 1940’s tells of those times growing up during the World War II years and loving every minute of it; The Wonderful 1950’s is all about those years before the troubles began when those toddlers were filling my days; and then The Real Story tells about those alcoholic years and the recovery and success afterwards.  It also tells of earlier years when my father was growing up and the tremendous success he obtained in his life, going from abject poverty to being a very successful individual.

All my books are $12 each including postage.  Or you can buy any 3 for $30 including postage.  Just send check or money order to BET, P.O. Box 2249, Benton, AR   72018.     Thanks.

Think I’ll go dream about going home now.   Sure would like to.

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DEAR GOD: THANK YOU AGAIN

10 08 2012

A friend died last week.  He was also a neighbor.  Just an ordinary guy with a wife, 4 sons, and a small business.  He was a great father to those boys.  He was always taking them hunting or fishing or 4-wheeling.  He spent all his spare time with them teaching them all sorts of things that were important to him and to them.  They followed him around like ducklings, some even imitating his walk.  They were a true delight to see.

He was riding his motorcycle to work and didn’t see the car.  There was no way he could avoid the collision, and he was gone in an instant.  Seems like such an unnecessary loss.  But then, God always has His reasons for everything.  I try to remember that every day of my life.  So, although I do not know what His reasons are, I understand this is not all in vain.

For myself, I thank God for letting him cross my path in life.  He was a delight to know and I am sorry he is gone.  I will miss him.  So will a lot of other people.





HOPE AND CHANGE

9 08 2012

We have all heard a million times about hope and change.  Don’t really know what that means.  It took $68 to fill my car with gas this last weekend.  Guess that means I hope, I hope, I hope that changes soon.  Or maybe it means that I no longer get any change from my dollar bills.  Not sure which it means.  

I just hope that the change is that those who know the business start drilling for oil in this country so we can have some good, cheap gasoline in the next couple of years.  That shouldn’t be too hard to do.  There is enough oil below the ground to last us all the rest of our lives.   Why are we not using it!  It is time.  I am tired of hearing about the animals that we need to protect.   I’m sure you have seen the bears on the television screen who are so over-abundant that they are stealing candy from the candy store.  It is time to quit all this nonsense and get the good old U.S.A.back to being the country it has been for a long, long time.   Time for everyone to get up in the morning, put their shoes on and go to work.  Time to stop being important and go home and raise a family.  Time to start teaching the children what life is all about and that means responsibility, responsibility, responsibility.  

Maybe that is what is meant by the term, Hope and Change.  Sure hope so.  We sure do need some change.





WELL DUH!!!

5 02 2012

Read a big article in the local paper today that stated that not everyone needs to attend college or get a college degree.  Well, DUH!!!   I have been saying that for centuries.  That was well known back before the 1960’s crowd came along and decided we all were stupid and didn’t know how to do anything right.  Then, THEY all decided that everyone needed a college degree in order to dig a ditch.  Ever since then, all the education has been changed. Now, before a child knows how to read and write and do arithmetic, he must be geared up to attending college.  After all, this is the absolute end of the world.  And for some, it definitely is.

I went to high school and got a very good education.  That was all that was required back then unless you wanted to be a doctor or lawyer or candle maker or whatever.  Unless you wanted to go into the professions, then you didn’t need a college education.

BUT – and this is a really, really big BUT these days.  You do have to learn how to work.  At something, somewhere, sometime.  There are certain criteria that you must follow in order to be employed.  You must look presentable when you apply for a job.  And you must be willing to work at whatever job it is that you get.  Most young people are anxious to work at about age 16.  That is a good learning time for all young people.  Whether it is at a school or a restaurant or a car wash, everyone needs to get that first job.  And then they must learn how to satisfy the employer with their performance in that job.  Getting fired is a great learning experience.  Because then, you know what it is you have to do the next time in order to keep a job.

Today,most people have never worked.  They go to school and then to college – to get that wonderful degree.  And then, they are under the impression that people will be waiting outside that door just to give them a job.  That is not so.  And it will never be so.  Everyone has to earn that right to have a job.  And you do that with EXPERIENCE.  And you cannot get experience if you have never worked a day in your life.

Most people who complain that they cannot find a job have a false impression of themselves or their job.  A job is just simply that – a job.  It might not be the job you really want in life, but it is a beginning and you must start somewhere.

So, keep in mind that not everyone has to have a college education in order to have a job and draw a reasonable salary.  All you have to do is be presentable and apply yourself in the job.  Then you can make it in this world.  As you learn, you can move on to a better job until you find the one you are suited for.  This is what everyone wants in the world of jobs – a job that is satisfying and pays a decent salary.  What more can you ask for.

And you don’t have to have a college education in order to achieve that.   DUH!!!!





REMEMBER WHEN

23 01 2012

It’s been cloudy, foggy and wet all day here.  Makes me remember when I was a kid.  My father was gone to the big War and it was always cloudy, foggy and wet every day that year.  Or at least that was the way it seemed to me.  Seemed like every day was dreary.  I remember standing on the corner waiting for the city bus and being cold to the bone  And it wasn’t a whole lot different at home.  Mother tried very hard to make us all happy all the time.  But some days it was just a losing battle.  We all smiled and laughed and tried to have a good day or a good week or whatever.  But it was still hard.

We all missed Daddy a whole lot.  He was always the happy one in the family.  He sang and whistled until he just drove us all crazy.  And he could really tap dance and would do that occasionally. We missed Daddy and his smiles and his fun all the time.  But we really didn’t talk much about it.  Didn’t do any good anyway. Was still cloudy and rainy and foggy outside.

I remember a lot about those days and the challenges of the family unit.  Not only in my family but in all those around us.  Everyone was involved in that War.  It wasn’t just a War of a few people.  It involved the whole country and in fact the whole world.  Mr. Roosevelt talked on the radio and we all listened.  We read the newspaper until it had almost no print left.

If you would like to know more about the 1940’s times and what it was like then to be in the middle of that family and that War and that life, then by all means buy my book entitled In The 1940’s.  Only $10 each with postage included.  Great book. Have had lots of good comments about it.  Everyone seems to enjoy it a lot.  Can order from Amazon or from me at P.O. Box 2249, Benton, AR  72018.  Just enclose that check or money order and I’ll get your book right out to you.  You will definitely enjoy it!  You can look up my books at booksbybet.com    Thanks, Bet

By the way tomorrow would be my father’s 106th birthday!





SAME OLD BULL!!!

6 01 2012

Do you remember the bully from your school?  I do.  He lived next door to me and would wait for me as I walked to school.  He would then push me into a bush or against a building and demand my lunch for the day.  My mother had made that lunch for me and I held onto that sack for dear life.  I was not giving that to him no matter what!  He didn’t really want it anyway.  He just wanted to harass me.  In fact, he would throw the lunch away before he got to school.  That was why I tried to protect it so much.  He had no right to that lunch.   It was mine and I properly appreciated it.

He was going to have a hot lunch prepared for him at school.  It would be the ‘lunch of the day’ provided free to him and paid for with other people’s hard earned money.   He just simply  wanted what was mine, not because he was entitled to it, but simply because it was mine. And he would just take it, not because he needed it, but because he felt like I should not have it.  In fact, in his eyes, I should not have anything more than he had.  So he was the bully from my school.

A bully always just takes what he wants.  He shoves, pushes, and harasses just to get his way.  He thinks he is entitled to whatever he wants.  He never would consider actually working for it.   He just thinks – monkey see, monkey have.  That is the way most bullies think.

Reminds me of the  thinking of  bullies of today.  Everyone else is greedy.   Bully want.  Bully should have.  They don’t need it nor want it.  And would never consider working for it.  Same Old Bully!

 





PARTY, PARTY!

4 01 2012

My husband tells the story that when he was a young boy, his family had a New Year’s Eve Party.  Said he was so excited as was the rest of the family.  When the party got going pretty good, the women were all in the living room, visiting and laughing.  The men had all retired to the kitchen.  Most of them had a little too much joy juice by the time it got close to midnight.

As my husband watched, an uncle went to his car and came back into the kitchen with a gun.   A real gun!  He proceeded to load it and all the men were laughing about the possibility of midnight’s approaching.  Because when it got to be 12:00, the uncle was going to shoot the gun up into the air. Oh boy!  How exciting!.

When it got close to midnight, all the men went outside on the back porch laughing and joking about how they were going to scare all the women in the living room.

Then when one of them said, ‘It’s time, Midnight, ‘  the uncle raised the gun and accidentally shot down all the power lines down behind the house.   The neighborhood went dark.

Party Over!