GEORGIA FOLK AND FARM LIFE

A rememberamble for Friday, August 29, 2025 ..... Friday, we love you, now "git down and come on in!" Take a load off. Make yourself "ta" home. I think you know everybody here. Gosh Friday, you haven't aged a bit. You look just like you did the first time I ever saw you, and if you recall, that was the day I was born, October 31, 1958 was on your day, a Friday. I know I've "growed" some, yeah, and put on a few pounds. But if you recall I have about the same amount of hair on my head, as I did then.

I know, I know, I have seen you at least once a week for a long time, oh, yeh, you are right, for my whole life. I always mean to slow down and ask ya in fer a spell, but it seems both of us are always busy, you know, me piddlin' and you pushed for time, as Saturday is always nipping at your heels. Are you sure you won't have an Oreo before ya go? Okay, I understand about the old belt line an'all. Alright Friday, you come back to see us, ya hear? Closing the door, I watched ole Friday go, and promised myself I wouldn't wait so long to have him in for a spell again.

But, you know life is filled with such resolutions, they make us feel better for not having been who we oughta be at times. Yep, maybe in the morning I'll will get up early and have Saturday in for a few minutes, if I get up early enough. And if my leg don't hurt so bad, I hate company when my ole leg is aching, like I had a cold in it If not in the morning, I will see to a visit with Saturday then, there's always another Saturday coming, ain't it? Yeah, next Saturday will be just fine for a Saturday visit.

Then it struck me, as if faithful ole Friday had spoken it aloud, "you never know, you were born on a Friday, and a Friday might be your last day as well as your first day." Okay, okay, I will try for a lil ole visit with Saturday next week. If not, surely the week after. The days and the weeks become years and they love us enough to let us think that our last day shall never come. Thank you days of the week, for that kind and gentle illusion. Let me slow down and get over on the shoulder were I can rest a spell and finish my morning visit with you.

Seeing such an amazing cotton crop this year reminds me of how things that impact us so hard, in negative ways and are heavy burdens in life, can go away and soon become a joke really. The boll weevil was a devastating plague on an already broken deep south. It finished the job ole sherman started in defeating the south. In the last few decades the eradication effort has seen much success and yes, we joke about it now. That is as natural as a chicken laying an egg. Every plague inflicted upon man has in time become fodder for humorists...like me.

I reckon when the cities of Herculaneum and Pompeii were excavated, exposing the ancient visitation of death and destruction galore, the archeologists probably found that "Kilgore was here." Well, it is time to get up and go out with the boyz, and we hope your day is good. Thank you as always for coming to see us. Numbers 6: 24-26 ..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me