Thursday, April 4, 2024
A Bookworm Celebration
Tuesday, November 7, 2023
Cash the hero
Monday, April 17, 2023
Help me celebrate my Jilly
Two weeks ago Hayley brought her beautiful chocolate lab Daisy, home to our place. We planted daisies on her grave. Today I laid my sweet Jilly Possum next to her. We have dreaded this moment for several weeks.
So tonight I ask you to indulge me as I tell you more about her. I got her at our local shelter during spring break of 2010. The story was that two sister dogs, that they called collies, came to a woman’s house and both had puppies—21 in all. First, I think they were Border Collies, not Rough Collies. The puppies were incredibly cute. They looked like fluffy little Border Collies. Many, as did Jilly, had an eye patch marking.
I went to the shelter to ask about the one I’d seen in our local paper. They quickly said that she had been adopted, but they had 20 more just like her. I was in puppy overload. I picked Jilly because of her sweet disposition and beautiful markings. Her only flaw was that she was a little timid.
So we brought her home. Howard said she looked like a little white possum with her little pointy nose. From that point on, he called her Possum. The rest of us called her Jilly, so named by my grandson Garrett. He must have seen a cartoon starring a possum. Babies are called Joeys, males are Jacks, and females are Jills. How did he know that?
A few months later we were given a registered black lab puppy who we named Cash in Black for Johnny Cash. I enrolled him in basic obedience school at Northwest. He would do a few commands, and being a big goofy puppy, he would fall out beside me and sleep. I think they passed him to get him out of there.
Then we went to Sandra Selph Gooch in DeSoto County for the next training step. Cash was easily distracted and was pulling on my shoulder that had not quite healed from surgery. Sandra let me swap Jilly for Cash and even though she had missed half the lessons, she caught up and graduated with flying colors. Here she is at her graduation, mortar board and all.
I registered her through AKC (American Kennel Club) as an American Dog. This is a registry that allows mixed dogs to compete in trial competition without being registered. I had good intentions, but we never did show, but she could have.
My friend Terry who has collie show dogs, was determined to get Jilly as white as she could. She found a bottle of blue toned shampoo for horses and thought she would give it a try. As you can see in this pic, it turned her blue and she stayed that way for six weeks. I got lots of comments
As she grew, I was more sure than ever that she had herding dog bloodlines. When my granddaughter, who were about five at the time, would run and squeal, as little girls do, she would circle them and try to herd them onto the back patio
We took her camping with us a few times. She liked going places and walking around the campground, on a leash of course.
At home, Jilly would go from window to window to watch what we were doing and hoping if she sat there smiling long enough she could come inside.
A few years ago the shelter did a calendar of dogs that they had placed in homes. Jilly made the cut and was Miss March, if I remember correctly.
This winter she began to show her age. It happened so fast. It was our routine to me to call her and we played a game where she assumed the “play” stance—rear end up in the air, paws splayed out. I would bark and she would bark back. This winter she barked but was not playful.
And suddenly, I knew. She was so smart, beautiful, playful. She was not a fur baby (I dislike this term). She was part of our lives. I don’t know if our dogs will be in heaven, but I do know that God put them on earth to enrich our lives, comfort us when we need it, make us laugh, and teach us many life lessons.
So tonight we are sad but at peace. No crying in the night as I have heard many nights before, No giving meds in the dark. And because Cash is lonesome, he got a ham bone all to himself.
Here are a few of the scenes that made us love Jilly.
Thursday, April 6, 2023
Western lore for Bryer's Easter bucket
In this week of Easter, there is bunny, chicken, duckling, and lamb cuteness decorating store windows and lining the shelves of gift shops. However, my baby grandson has a new Easter basket, or should I say, bucket with a different kind of decoration.
His mama, my daughter, had her friend Lisa Cobb to adorn the bucket with the image of a jackalope. If you aren’t a Westerner or a fan of the western plains culture, you may not be familiar with this mystical creature, the jackalope. Mystical, is he?
My daddy lived his childhood and teenaged years in west Texas and New Mexico. He brought his love of all things Western back to Mississippi, and my children and I have included the lore and customs into much of our lives.
I can remember sitting in his lap and looking at his photos of “Out West.” In that collection was a vintage postcard of a cowboy riding a GIANT hare, the jackalope. The creature is a cross between a giant hare (jack rabbit) and an antelope, or more specifically, a pronghorn. It is much like the one on the card I have included, except our cowboy is riding a wild, bucking, rearing rabbit with horns. Olivia has had me on a hunt for the postcard for a while now, and we can’t find it.
It seems that jackalopes have shown up in art as early as 1280. Some say they are small and more rabbit-like with a single horn. Those probably did exist, but scientist says they are ordinary wild rabbits which have a fungal growth protruding for their head. Well, that’s no good mystical tale.
Others are described as weighing 150 pounds and having a nasty disposition. Cowboys sitting around the campfire told of hearing a creature making noises that mimicked the human voice and made sounds like they were throwing their voices to different locations. The legend, also told by old-time storytellers, is that the jackalope could only breed during a lightning storm.
Two young brothers had a small set of horns on the ground and when he threw a wild hare down on them, he was struck with the idea that he could take them to a taxidermist and have it mounted as a jackalope. The fad spread. President Reagan even had and jackalope doe and buck mounted above a door at his Rancho Del Cielo in Galeta, New Mexico, according to a photo courtesy of the Ronald Reagan Library.
“Are they real?” I used to look up and ask daddy.
“Sure, they are. You just don’t see any in Mississippi,” he would say, winking his eye and smiling.
Real or legend, see for yourself. Here is a link to a great article from High County News. It’s a great read. https://www.hcn.org/articles/books-the-legend-of-the-horned-rabbit-of-the-west
But we at my house know that bunnies, chicks, ducks, and lambs are not the reason we celebrate Easter. It’s for our living Jesus.
Resources
Legends of America.com
High Country News
The Legend of the Horned Rabbit of the West
Michael Branch
Friday, November 27, 2020
BOOK REVIEW: Grisham knocks it out of the park with A Time for Mercy
To be honest, I had not read a John Grisham book since Sycamore Row. When I learned that A Time for Mercy, the sequel to his first book, A Time to Kill, was out, I couldn't download it onto my iPad fast enough.
Photo from jgrisham.com |
I've followed Grisham's career for several reasons, but we'll get into that later. You may recall that A Time to Kill featured young lawyer Jake Brigance. Good old Jake returns in this sequel having been appointed by Judge Omar Noose (Don't you just love it. Judge Noose, ha!) to defend a young, skinny, shy teenager—Drew Gamble. The kid is accused of fatally shooting a local deputy at point blank range, and the community is demanding the death penalty.
Drew, his mother, and sister have been living with the hard-drinking and abusive guy for some time. Jake reluctantly accepts Noose's appointment to defend Drew. But when he starts digging, he uncovers more than the obvious about the case. That's all I can tell you, except that the characterization was so real, and the plot was brilliant, and the dialogue very believable.
The book is a page a turner—that's for sure. Jake is played by Matthew McConaughry in the Time to Kill movie. There is speculation that he might do an encore if this is made into a film. Problem is—The two cases are five years a part in book time. In real time, the first movie was released in 1996, and now it's 2020. If anyone can pull this off, Matthew can. He credits the first movie with jump-starting his film career.
Well, back to the other part of this story. Why am I interested in John's career? Yes, I can call him by his first name. We are the same age, and we happened to be at then Northwest Junior College in Senatobia, Miss., at the same time. For me, those years were 1972-73 and 1973-74.
Grisham in the 1974 Rocketeer, the Northwest yearbook. |
Herein lies the irony. I didn't ever run into John, that I know of during that time. I'm sure he would have remembered me. He came back to his alma mater soon after the release of The Firm movie, probably around 1994. That was my only face-to-face meeting with him. He set up in the conference room in the McGhee Building to sign copies of his books. His real reason for being there was that he had donated a short story to the Northwest Review, the literary magazine.
And it was at that event that he told the students that he had taken Freshman English from the late Miss Frances Smith, a no-nonsense English teacher who spoke with perfect diction. He did not make a good grade. When he got to Northwest he had planned to be a stand-out player, but his grades put a damper on that. He left Northwest and transferred to Delta State University.
"I decided I needed to leave," Grisham joked. "I could not trust such a promising career to coaches with such limited vision." This, from a July 3, 2015 article in The Clarion Ledger.
We, I, too am a published author. Since retiring from Northwest in 2010, I have written a three-book series including The Carving Place, The Bargain—Paulette's Story, and Finding Marian.
Like Grisham, I sold books from the trunk of my car, at local shops, and even a few from Square Books in Oxford. I think I read that he sold 50 books at his first signing. I sold 5 at Square Books. Grisham has made millions, an estimated $300 million on his writing career. I have barely broken even. And when I took Miss Frances Smith's English class at Northwest, I made an A.
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Movie Review: Rebecca classic wins my vote
Now considered a classic, Rebecca, was doomed to be a hit. It was produced by David O. Selznick (Gone with the Wind, 1939) and starred Laurence Olivier as the handsome widow Maxim de Winter and Joan Fontaine as the second Mrs. de Winter.
Hitchcock's version was in black and white, which made the grand house of Manderley even more creepy. That film won the academy award for Best Picture and one for Best Cinemotography,
Jump to 2020 to the Netflix version. Armie Hammer is certainly the dashing Max de Winter. In this version he is much closer in age to his new bride. Speaking of the bride, she is played by Lily James (Rose in Downton Abby).
Mrs. Danvers, the evil housekeeper who is obsessed with Rebecca, makes life miserable for the new bride. Danvers is played by Kristin Scott Thomas. Sorry to say she reminds me of the villain Cruella de Vil, the fictitious character of 101 Dalmations, come to life.
All-in-all, I must say that I was not in the least scared by this new version set in modern day time. Manderley was not spooky, the color was too hot, and I'm sticking to the classic.
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Old oak stirs memories
Our treeline view to the South has changed. The tallest tree was felled this week. Back in the early spring we had a severe thunderstorm. We heard a scary-close clap of thunder followed by lightening that lit up the sky. Not long afterward, the weather alert on my phone told me, "lightening has struck 0.0 miles from your location."
I guess my big oak tree took the hit. It wasn't obvious until this summer when a huge scar was visible on her trunk and leaves began to drop far too early. This tree is special to us. It is known by our family as "the Girl Swing tree."
When our grandchildren were small, Howard and I went to Lowe's and bought rope and hardware to construct two swings. The Boy Swing had a round seat with one strand of rope. Garrett would hook his feet together under the seat and with a big push, he'd fly so high it made me nervous. The little girls were about 3 so they couldn't yet be trusted on that swing.
Their swing had one wide seat with ropes on both sides and anchored to the perfect limb on the oak tree. The seat was wide enough for two little butts to sit on it side-by-side. They laughed and squealed as granddaddy pushed them higher and higher. That made me nervous too. Now I know it was magical.
The trees also served as markers in our Easter scavenger hunt. I would hide clues in various places on the property. The first clue sent them to the Girls' Tree. Clue number two sent them all the way back to the house, and three was a trip to the Boy's Tree. You get the idea. After several clue stops, they ended up at the location where the prizes were hidden. They thought it was great fun, and the hunt was successful in burning up some of the energy created by too much Easter chocolate.
All that remains of my tree is the bare trunk. Our friend who cut the tree for the firewood, hauled off the massive limbs yesterday.
I have a great respect for our trees. After all, I wrote a three-book series based on our family name tree (thecarvingplace.com). Even though our treeline is different, the upside is that I can see more of our pond. The kids are almost grown. I hope those tree swing memories stick with them.
Friday, February 28, 2020
Perfect Design
https://honesttopaws.com/newborn-foals-hooves/ |
These look almost like a strange variety of drooping lilies. |
7 "But ask the animals, and they will teach you or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; 8 or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. 9 Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this: 10 In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Toy Story—Western Style
The grand toy of my children's early days. My daddy gave this to my son when he was four or so. A Vintage Ertl Chevy Titan Bronco Bustin' Rodeo Set, made in the 70s and 80s. Under the influence of daddy (Hayley Dandridge), Jason was a cowboy for a time.
This thing sells for $299 new in the box. Mine is not in new condition and I'm sure didn't cost that in 1980. |
Here is the description I found on eBay.
I want you to know that I have never had a trailer like that. Notice the bucking bull and horse, rodeo clown, and barrel.Those are long gone from my house. You see there was a problem. I guess the bucking animals were supposed to be played with outside of the trailer. But they had to get there somehow, right?
Well to a small cowboy, they needed to go inside the trailer. The animals were bigger than the trailer, but by George, he got them in there. Some went in the back door of the trailer sideways, and some went through the sunroof in the top of the trailer. Maybe that's why they lost legs and I don't have them anymore.
The top of the trailer has a crack where he or one of his evil sisters tried to ride on top of if. The girls pretended it was a fancy horse show trailer, so they didn't need bulls and bow-legged cowboys.
Jason did, indeed, go through the cowboy stage. For a while he only wanted to wear jeans and boots....cause Granddaddy did. No shorts for him.
He roped and rode every piece of furniture in our house. His poor stuffed horse, Brown, took a lot of abuse. We still have him too. His neck is broken and he is missing an eye.
Here's Jason in "perfect riding posture" on Tiger the pony. Next my little red-headed cowboy and me on High Spots Tobie, our all-time favorite horse.
Jason continued to ride on and off until his early teens when he realized his true talent on the baseball field and basketball court.
I know people my age sometimes dwell too much on the past. But sometimes when you find a vintage rodeo trailer, you find a little pocket of happiness. I didn't shed a tear.
Jason and his wife Janice. Thay live in Memphis, where they operate Senior Care Management Solutions. They have a daughter, Caroline Dandridge Gibert, and a grown son Riley Allen. |