"For Peep's sake, who ate my Easter candy?" ~ copied

Good morning after Resurrection Sunday on this Monday, April 21, 2025.  The above photo was taken on Resurrection Sunday, April 5, 1953. It was the last Resurrection Sunday we would celebrate as an intact family. Dad, Cecil Sr., passed away on January 2, 1954, at age 31 due to heart failure associated with untreated pneumonia. I wish I could remember more than I do about the years leading up to his untimely and devastating death. My recording machine, (brain), has put up a no passing sign on those years. Why? Good question. Most likely it has to do with the trauma associated with this life changing event. I've written quite a lot about all of this in my blogs but when I look at this photo it does bring up the issue again. That would be yours truly sitting by mom on the bottom left and on the top row, JoAnn is standing on the right, we are the only two left. Everyone else has gone on to their reward. Dad, Jimmy, Kayla, Donald, mom, and Francis, all gone. That particular photo was taken in Granny and Paw Paw Mac's living room in Hornbeck, Louisiana. We were dressed to attend Resurrection Day services at Missionary Bible Baptist Church. We, most likely had left Port Arthur, Texas, and driven up on the previous Friday. As you can tell mom was serious about how we looked. And, I can with confidence tell you the locals who attended that Church most likely didn't go to the extent she did. Everything we wore was ironed. My mom believed the way we looked was a direct reflection on her. Absurd? Not really. In fact, I think it was fairly common among many moms back in those days. We had no way of knowing that in just 10 months after this photo was made we would be living with Granny and Paw Paw.(We lived with them until our new home was built, some 2 years later.) Don't get me wrong, I have bits and pieces of scenes, but, at seven going on eight I should remember much more with clarity. I do know it's all there. Filed away. One of these days it just might bust out and I will be overflowing with old-new stuff to share. At any rate, I do hope you and yours enjoyed a wonderful Resurrection Remembrance Day. We did. The services at our local assembly, Mims Baptist, were not just remarkable, the message went forth and many called on our Risen Savior to save them. Can't get any better than that. Amen!

 

I had myself a little unplanned weakness spell yesterday morning. Being a diabetic I am more than familiar with sinking attacks when my blood sugar is too low. This was a little different. I had to lay down for a few minutes. It was most likely a combination of me taking my morning medications on an empty stomach and that may have precipitated a fall in both my blood sugar as well as my blood pressure. I mention it because my wife reminded me that my dad died from the ailment called stubbornness. He had been ill for over a week and wouldn't go to the doctor. The wife wanted me to go to the urgent care. Are you kidding? No way. I finally got enough better to get dressed and get around. I was able to make it for Church services but I did feel a wee bit wobbly at different times during the day, however, once I had eaten and taken a two hour nap, it was all better. Eating and napping. I highly recommend it. I am much better today although I feel slightly vague, (thinking or communicating in an unfocused or imprecise way). Having re-read today's edition, I think I hit the vagueness bullseye squarely in the middle. I can't promise anything but maybe tomorrow. Maybe. Why? Because as Ira Stanphill wrote his classic from 1950, "I don't know about tomorrow but I know Who holds my hand." I can say Amen to that. What about you?

 

Until next time,  "The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." Numbers 6: 24-26.