"Memory is the scribe of the soul." — Aristotle

From 2022, literally out in the countryside in Louisiana.

Good morning to all those out there somewhere in the blogosphere domain. It is Monday, November 10, 2025, and, I know I am a wee bit early, but, I have a very early medical appointment, therefore, I thought I would drop a line or two. When that collage of photos popped up on Facebook as a memory it triggered my recollections of growing up in rural Louisiana. I love all the modern conveniences we have today, yet, I also have plenty of memories from a time when those things were not readily available. That little house in the photos is where chickens live. These folks had some of those Korean White Silkie Chickens, and, they were strange looking to say the least. 

They were extremely friendly, so much so the little kids could pick them up and pet them. We didn't have those when I was a kid. I can't remember ever petting any, but, I do remember eating a lot of chicken growing up. Granny Mac would buy some live chickens and she would take care of what's involved in preparing them to end up in the cast iron skillet. (I've written in a previous blog about the way it was done and I don't feel inclined to repeat it all, only to say this about that: Getting food on the table is something everyone needs to understand more about. The majority doesn't really have much insight into how things end up in the grocery store. In that Christmas photo collage above there is one taken of a little special needs boy who set himself apart with his overflowing love for Santa and Mrs. Claus. Every time I see his photo I am reminded of his unbounded caring heart and I am inclined to thank God for his example. Yep. You are right. It would be a good time to queue up the song 'He's still working on me' and I'll be the first in line to sing it. 

 

Oh yeah. The weather, the one we all talk about. Right? I used to say how nice it is anytime we have colder temps. While I've not given that up entirely, it's not the overriding happy happy moment it used to be. I'll give it to you straight. The all time freeze out champion as a teenager can no longer play in those reindeer games, if you get my drift. Brrr.... But, it is a nice change and I will do my best to enjoy it as much as I can. And, if that now involves fetching an electric warming blanket, well, so be it! I've graduated to enjoying the memories of when I loved the cold and now I can reminiscence by laying in the recliner covered up with a blanket and watching the electric fireplace and looking at snow falling on the big screen TV. Thomas Hardy, an English novelist and poet, (1840-1928), made this observation, "Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change." I will tell you I've got that one covered because that something within us has been working overtime for me living in this aptly named Modern Era. I often think of Solomon's conclusion after having pursued just about every worldly experience possible, he said this: "Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: "Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind." (Ecclesiastes 12:13) I reckon that admonition is enough to keep me busy, now, and for the rest of my days. What say you? I guess there's one good thing. I typically no longer need to be told to get my jacket. Y'all have a great day and remember to thank God for His provisions. Amen.