A REMEMBERAMBLE FOR SATURDAY, MARCH 14, 2026

GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

Happy lovely Saturday! The weather looks to be set to yield a pleasant day, and golly gee...(I hope that line is not too reminiscent of 1950s TV)...this is the time of year when days can be mild, sunny, bright, pleasant, and endearingly sweet to all of our senses. Oh, yeah, it can toss in a few killer storm days also! Yes, if you were wondering if I had changed things up on the post this morning, it is not your imagination. I reversed the order of the salutation and the post's moniker and day/date. If you and I like it this way we will leave the change in effect, if not we will revert to the old way. The "old way," seems to be a common theme in my writings and on GF&FL. It is the province of old folks to lament the new ways, and grieve the old, as the young folks snicker at the quaintnesses that we sorrow over. Evermore shall it be. If you dug deep enough into ole Shakespeare's stage dramas, there is probably a few lines of an ode to the swine and the sausages made therefrom of "olde" whilst the sorry state of breakfast sausages doest bring a tear to the eye of an olde one, bless be unto them. Wow, I know some may be scratching their heads, or butts, trying figure the convoluted meaning of this last paragraph or two, but I had a ball composing it. It is a crying shame that the old bard himself is not here today, in life, such that I might teach him a few things about the written word. Turnabout is fair play, and lord knows I have been bombarded with ole Shakespeare throughout my schooling in years past, so it would be well to resurrect himself for a short while so modern word-crafters might make him sit and listen for a while, indeed. I, as a fledgling writer doth have a bone to pick with the great man of words himself. But, alas, fate renders him untouchable by time and space, and more-so by dint of being dead, while we, yet are at the mercy of editors and the owners of Facebook...et al! Just guessing, I would imagine that Shakespeare probably had a cat, probably several cats actually. Okay, enough about the great one of words. I will finish with a thought on a subject I was thinking of yesterday. There used to be barns, coops, smokehouses, old houses, outhouses, mule lot sheds, and baccer barn lean-tos full of old things, farm antiques, and old household items of all sorts, on old farm-places that were no longer worked, where old folks who lived on the old family farm. Now and then, on up into the 1980s, those places were generally as they had been for decades. But there was a shift in our people's behavior and it suddenly seemed to most folks that old stuff that was not being used was fair game for the taking of it. Almost overnight, literally, those buildings were looted and emptied of anything old of any value at all. As far as I recall there were no arrests for these thefts, and that shows just how common and accepted it was to take such items as one's own. There is not an unfound corn sheller, pair of hames, well teakle, froe, hoe, adze, seed fork, stoneware jug or churn, or an old lantern in the entire state of Georgia. "Git it, if'n ya don't git it, some'ody else'll tote it all off!" That one line made it "alright" to take anything from any old building belonging to anybody who wasn't looking. Later, my friends...

Numbers 6: 24-26, KJV

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