I lead a simple life in the summer. I work in the yard. I research the history of Caddo. I do genealogy research for myself and others. I do a little community service work. I visit with friends and family. I write. And this summer I’m painting and decorating. So when the TV evangelist told me this morning to “turn from my wicked ways” I had to laugh. Yes, I’m a sinner. Yes, I have my moments of stubborn defiance. Yes, I could do better, and be better. But wicked…hardly. I guess after a certain age you just don’t have the energy for “wicked”. Or perhaps it’s a lifestyle you have to cultivate.
One person in the news this week has certainly been cultivating a wicked lifestyle. I won’t mention her name because I don’t want to contribute to the nonsense. But I do want to comment that we are partially to blame for giving her, and others like her, so much attention. One of the things that I’ve realized since I started doing so much genealogy research is that ordinary citizens tend to drift out of history as time goes on. It’s the ones who do something extraordinary, good or bad, who are easy to research because their legacy lives on.
Gary and I went to Caddo’s annual “Nineties Dinner” last night. It’s a tribute to residents who are over ninety years old. There were only two who were able to attend, plus six people who are over eighty. Along with their families and friends they ate a good meal and told stories of Caddo’s “boom days”. I enjoyed listening to them and on the way home I pondered what stories I will tell in my nineties.
Monday…As you can see I didn’t get my blog finished yesterday. The computer or satellite or whatever just wasn’t cooperating. Since we moved we’ve had more computer problems than ever before and I don’t know why. Sometimes everything works just great. Other times I can’t even type a word into Google without feeling like I’m waiting in gridlock traffic. Oh, well…one of those mysteries of life I will ask my son about this weekend.
This is an exciting week for us! Our daughter and grandchildren will be flying in on Thursday. We’ll go meet them at the airport and stop by the huge Stonebriar Centre in Frisco on the way back. I’m good for about one trip every three years, but the kids will enjoy it. We’re also going to a friend’s son’s baseball game Friday, and another friend’s party on Saturday. My father will join us Sunday for lunch. Good times. More visiting and sightseeing on Monday and then the kids return to Vermont on Tuesday. A short visit because of basketball camp and other obligations, but I’ll take whatever we can get.
Nothing profound today, but I’ll leave you with a photo of a headstone. I took this for someone who is researching the family and since there may be others out there who need the information I feel obligated to pass it on. I know I’m always happy to find such things that help my research. This is the grave of Raydene Wilson, from the Bokchito cemetery.