A REMEMBERAMBLE FOR WEDNESDAY 3/26/2026

HELLO MY FRIENDS!

Sorry for the delay in getting this out to you, better late than never, as they say. "They" say a heap, now don't they? We don't know who "they" are but we attribute lots of things to them. "They" have a lot to say, but we have never heard them say anything. I guess "they" are like the little boy said after his daddy told him to wash his hands, as it was dinnertime. He said his hands were clean, but his pop told him there were germs on his hands. They little boy "slumped off" to wash his hands and mumbling, "germs and Jesus, germs and Jesus, that's all ya hear around here, and I ain't never seen neither one of them. I ate dinner yesterday at Lynn and Bob's...(Lemon Bob's as my lil nephew used to say)...with a friend, and the food was so good. We are blessed with some good eating places in Swainsboro, Rustic Grill, Lynn and Bob's, and the Coleman House all have great buffets, and we have several other good eating places too. Anyway, as we were eating, out of the blue she says, "I'm gonna show you my Amaryllis." For a moment, my face turned as red as an amaryllis! She held her phone where I could see it, and I had to admit that her amaryllis was a "nice'un."

Lynn and Bob have an amaryllis too

When we went to the register to pay after we ate, this amaryllis was sitting there minding its own bidness. Then it was funny all over again. I was talking to a friend last evening about different people we knew or had known that were Garfieldians/Garfieldites, both living and dead. Well, not the same person both living and dead, only those who had been not dead before they died. One particular man I mentioned that we both agreed, was a disagreeable cuss, argumentative, nosey, etc., but neither could remember if he had died, and if so, was he still dead? I looked for his obituary online and found it. I read his obit out loud and we both laughed because its description of him was nothing like the man we knew. I told my buddy that they needed to enact "truth in obituaries," laws requiring just that, no more rosy and sweet descriptions of cantankerous old codgers like me, in an obituary announcement. Of course the law must include the stipulation that truthful obituaries end with the phrase, "bless his/her heart." I was thinking about some of the disappointments in life, and one that I recall so clearly, happened at a school Halloween carnival. I was like a kid in a candy store, it was my birthday and the carnival was a good one indeed. Then I bought a candy apple. Of course I had seen them but never had eaten any. I handed my dime to the rather small witch who was staffing the candy apple place. I walked aside to enjoy my first candy apple. I should say, "I walked aside to enjoy my LAST candy apple!" Yeah, it had red candy on the outside, but after that, there was nothing but a danged apple inside. What an absolute ripoff! I was young, maybe too young to be faced with the truth about candy apples. There should have been posters warning us, public service announcements on the radio perhaps. Candy apples, my lil ole butt! A travesty I tell ya, a gosh darn travesty. Looking back, maybe that was the thing that derailed my life, sending me on a downward spiral a couple of decades later. I had to grow up early and quickly, facing the facts about the tooth fairy, Santa, and Brigette Bardot!

The day I grew up..."they" made me do it.

I will cease and desist, pack my lap top up and catch y'all later.

Numbers 6:24-26, KJV

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