|Mama and me, I'm guessing summer of 1959.|
My mother, for instance. I think she probably had an inkling.
|My Grandpappy, Tom McCord, holding on for dear life.|
I'm pretty sure I know a man who's already done that with her, by the way.
Anyway..... since this was not a speed limit birthday, it's been pretty low-key, exactly the way I've grown to love them. I have enjoyed reading all the greetings left for me on Facebook (and am making it a particular point of pride to respond to each of them, not that I'm OCD or anything.) because I figure if somebody takes the time, so will I.
I love birthday cards, which I think may be because of the woman in the middle here.
|From left to right: Grandmama Eleanor, Aunt Eleanor, |
and Grandmama Eleanor (2nd generation)
But to this day, when I get birthday cards I still shake 'em a little as I open them.
|These came from my "sweet" husband.|
I didn't shake those, though. They did make me laugh, however, which is exactly what I like a card to do. I am not one for the big sentimental stuff. If you're going to go all sweet on me, I'd rather you didn't hire somebody to be your writer.
Of course, if you're going to hand me a card with a $1 bill in it, you can be as sappy as you like.
My day is getting ready to end. I have to rush off to church to take Board minutes, then home to eat some supper. Whatever my husband comes up with for us to have, we're opening one of these.....
|Manna from Oregon|
... and enjoying some sunshine after dark.
|You are my sunshine... my only sunshine....|
You make me happy when skies are gray.