Barbara Janet Poor

August 24, 1965 - October 22, 2011

She was a sweet, sweet girl and she will be sorely missed.

New to Lane

The son bought the grandson, son to be 16 and driving age, a new old pickup.  It is not that pretty, but it is in good shape, mechanically.  Grandma helped with a few $$$, but Dad paid most of it.   Lane did not help pay and I don't think he even got a vote on what to buy. I wish I could find a charm that says, 'I love my grandma best'. I would put it on a chain and hang it from the rear view mirror.

They bought it from Bud Rowlett's brother.  George said someone who worked at the plant for years and his brother did too.  He said Al something for the last name.  Rowlett, Al, almost the same.  And, he said the brother's name was Jack.  I guess Bud's name could be Jack, because I have no idea what his name really is.  I was trying to remember the father's name.  All I remember is Old Man Rowlett.  He said their mother is still living.  I think the father died 30 or more years ago.


Making beef stew and a German Chocolate cake with coconut frosting for supper. Should be ready soon.  George is haying down at Frank's with cousin Kenneth.

Helen, I think Harvey had cancer.  He was in hospice for a month or so.

Anyway, that is my news for today.  Next week is BIG audit week.  I will be glad when it is over.

A book for Patsy

Ava's Man by Rick Bragg.  I have read several of Rick Bragg's books and I liked all I have read.  This book is about his grandfather that died a year or so before Rick was born.  His grandfather and grandmother, Ava, were born in the early 1900's in Alabama.  His grandfather lived in poverty all his life but was a hard working, hard drinking, family man.

During WWII, two sons from this family are drafted into the service.  They are sent to, I think, Ft. Polk, in Louisiana, for basic training.  In spite of having almost no money, their father drives from Alabama to Louisiana at least once a month to check on his sons.  As he explains it, he did not worry about his sons surviving the War, he worried about them surviving the peace.  He had taught them early to fight and drink hard, and he thought he might have taught them too well.

The book is Rick's attempt to know a grandfather that he never met.  At the end of the book, Rick and I both thought his grandfather was a good man.

Patsy,  I think you would enjoy this book.  I know we thought we were poor when we were growing up, but this family was really poorer than poor. You may have to go to a library a thousand miles from home to find this book and some others by Rich Bragg.

New Day,

New door.

Morning,

Glory...

About 9 this am.  First thought this was fog off the water tank on the mountain, but George said it was smoke.  He is right, but just this once.

It is creeping up on 60 degrees.  We are going to take the makeshift door down in a little and start putting in the framework for the new door.  George says it will be in by dark thirty.  Mostly I just watch.  And criticize. Maybe tonight we will have pictures with a view through the window in my door.  It will be superior to Helen's window view.

George got mad...

and knocked down the door.  Tomorrow he gets to put up a new door.