A REMEMBERAMBLE FOR MONDAY, MARCH 23, 2026

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

Hello Monday, good to see you again. Did anyone have a great weekend? I hope so. The boyz and I did, low key and restful, the way I like it. I had a lazy weekend because my pickup has a hole in its radiator so I am dead in the water until Henry, our local mobile mechanic gets it fixed, hopefully today. Henry and his crew stay busy, and we are blessed to have him here. He is a fellow graduate of NBIC, who moved his family here so he could continue to live in the Garfield area. There is a funny story about Henry from one of the NBIC Africa mission trips. I will ask his permission to tell you of it here. Gosh, it seems as if the entire world is competing to be the greenest, as every shade of green in the rainbow (yes, I know, but it was funny so I left it) is on display. An aside, the word "gosh" was a "whupping" offense when we were young. My, how life has changed. Oh, I was wondering if anyone still polishes their "good shoes." It was a regular chore when we were kids, now and then you spread newspapers on the floor, got the shoe polish, oil, and/or saddle soap, then brushed your shoes and applied what they were in need of. It seems, looking back, that a great deal of our childhood entailed spreading newspapers on the floor. Things like peas and beans to shell, were on newspaper, corn to shuck, were spread out to prevent them from "going through a heat." I wouldn't be surprised to learn they put newspapers on the floor when they were "birthing babies," but I guess they were too busy tearing up all of the sheets and boiling water. Yep, back then two very important resources were old newspapers and corn cobs.

Hush Wade, just hush!

Here is a phrase no southerner ever spoke: "I wish we could get good sausage like this when I was coming up." Old folks put great store in the quality of the sausage when they were young, yep, the decline of sausage quality and the increasing prices for Co-Colars were generally believed to be bellwethers of our proximity to doomsday. Okay, let's switch topics. I did not truly appreciate the wonders of salmon patties when I was a boy. The older I get, the more I love'em. They are great at any meal, but breakfast is an especially great meal to have them, dipped in cane syrup. MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!! Oh, another salmon thing that I did not like, and that was canned salmon over rice. To my notion as a small boy, there were few meals I disliked more than salmon over rice. Also did not appreciate rice and tomatoes. Now, I like all of the above! I was an extraordinary picky eater as a boy, but I grew out of that, and now there are few foods I won't eat.

Salmon patties are so good, almost as a good as crab cakes

We have a bumper crop of carpenter bees this spring, they are busy buzzing around looking for friends or good places for holes. Planting time is not far off, it is always interesting to see what farmers choose to grow each season. It seems as if all farmers know each other, meet up, and decide what they all will plant. I say that because most farmers move en masse, planting and most will plant the same crops in any given year. In recent years local crops are cotton, peanuts, some corn and almost no soybeans. I would never have thought that soybeans would almost fade into obscurity in our region. Alright, not a stellar Rememberamble this morning, I know, but it will have to suffice. Some topics are more interesting than others...and that goes not only for the reading them, but writing them. Some topics are just a drag to write about. Otay...thanks for you faithfulness here.

John 3:16 KJV

we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me