Monday, December 15, 2025

Do You Have Time For a Story?

I was on my way to Tractor Supply in Magee, heading west on Hwy 28.

Suddenly, there he was heading East in the oncoming traffic.

I saw the blue lights on the top of the car begin to flash.

I looked down at my dash, and I was doing 70 on a 55 mph highway!

I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that he was turning around.

I immediately began looking for a safe place to pull over off the highway.

By the time he got back to me, I was stopped with my window down.

As he came up to my car, I smiled and said, "Good morning, I was doing 70 mph."

He grinned, said, "Good morning, yes, you were."

I said, "i have a heavy foot."

"I know that," he said.

Then, I said, "Do you have time for me to tell you a story?"

He replied, "Not really, you know I've gotta' go chase these fast drivers."

As he walked away, "You just slow down and be careful."

So, the moral to the story is, if you're speeding and get stopped, ask if they've got time to listen to a story!

 

Thursday, November 27, 2025

The Thanksgiving Dance

 The combination of fall and the Thanksgiving Holiday brings a flood of memories. From my front porch, I sit and look at the old homeplace otherwise known as "Granny's house." It sits, quiet and dark, with old vines that have begun to cover the porch. 



The leaves that drift from the trees have begun to carpet the yard and make the driveway disappear. The wild lemon tree with fuzzy lemons and long, sharp thorns that once stood at the end of the front walk has long been gone. The lemons were inedible, the thorns were sharp, and the tree was ugly, but for some reason, it was special to me.

Thanksgiving, at Granny's house, was a special time with a table full of food and lots of family. Of course, that wasn't much different than any Sunday meal. Granny's house was the family gathering spot for her children, grandchildren, and extended family. My memories are special about those days of long ago.

As the years passed, grandchildren grew up and married, and families began to have their own holiday celebrations. Our family was no different, and that's how this story got its name.

Bob and I worked together to prepare a Thanksgiving meal for our family. The meats (turkey and spiral cut ham) were his forte, as was baking the cornbread the night before to have it ready for the dressing on Thanksgiving Day. He also made the ambrosia and helped with mixing the dressing and carving the meats afterward.

We worked around each other, and we worked together. When I look back and remember all he did, he's missed more than ever—on holidays.

Daughter Robbie and I were sitting on the front porch, enjoying the warm sunshine, and the breeze was causing the falling leaves to drift.

"I don't know what to write about this week," I lamented. I wrote an article each week for my local newspaper.

"Mom, write about the Thanksgiving Dance," she replied.

"Thanksgiving Dance?" I questioned.

"Mom, watching you and dad in the kitchen at Thanksgiving was like watching a couple dancing. You moved around, in perfect rhythm—never getting in the way of each other. Each of you knew exactly what to do, and when."

Then she added, "None of us know how to do the Thanksgiving Dance."

Happy Thanksgiving to each of you, and I hope that you have your own Thanksgiving Dance!

(Posted each year, at Thanksgiving. The old house was torn down in 2018.)



Tuesday, November 25, 2025

The City Comes to the Country

 The house I live in now is on the land I love. It’s where I spent my summers growing up—at Granny’s house, about four miles from the small town of Taylorsville, in the country.

Back then, the road in front of Granny’s house wasn’t paved. After it rained, cars couldn’t get through the mud. Once the mud dried, only vehicles with high clearance could navigate the deep ruts. Now, the road is paved and even has a center line down the middle. Cars fly by as if it’s a race track!

                                                      Image by Aubrey Odom on Unsplash    

Down the road from Granny’s house is Okahay (Cohay) Creek. The concrete bridge that now crosses it replaced the boards that rattled and could be heard for miles when a car crossed the creek. When Granny heard the rattling of the old bridge, she would send whatever grandchild was there at the time running to the front door to see who was passing.

Party line telephones reached Granny’s house during her lifetime, but many other changes have happened since God took her away in 1973.

Almost two years ago, we finally gained Fiber Optic WiFi thanks to the Rural Electric Associations in our state. It’s now possible for people living in the countryside to telecommute.

Today was the best of all. We learned that WalMart, almost 20 miles away, would deliver to our house! What a joy that was!

First it’s WiFi, then WalMart delivery—what’s next—DoorDash?

I can only comment, what would Granny think? Of course, we’d first have to explain WalMart and WiFi!

Sunday, August 7, 2022

Facebook account suspended and now "BNamericas" is billing me?

On the morning of Monday, July 25, 2022, I awoke to learn that my Facebook account had been suspended  - for 30 days!  

My daughters both asked, "Mom, what have you done, now?" The grandkids laughed at their 81 year old Granny who was now in Facebook Jail. 

Of course, I asked for a Review. I had researched and learned that it normally takes about 24 hours, but after two weeks nothing was happening.

And then, on July 28th, I began to receive email messages to the email address that I use (which isn't checked) for Facebook from the "Facebook Ads Team."

The subject line stated:

"Your payment for Meta ads was declined."

And the email read, further:  The payment for ad account Sarah Walker Gorrell (ID: xxxxxxxx) was declined and your ads have been paused. To start running ads again, please pay the amount due.

I had previously (not sure when) received Messenger messages from "Ron@bnamericas" ..... suggesting that I call him so that we could "work out a payment plan."  Bnamericas meant nothing to me. I figured that it was either someone with the wrong info or a telemarketer.  

I have learned, today, that BNamericas is the Latin American arm of Meta which is the parent company of Facebook and also owns Messenger, Instagram, WhatsApp, and so many other Social Media companies.

It is my belief that someone, somewhere (in Latin America?) was Advertising and using my Facebook account, and thankfully, the email address tied to that account had no access to an account that paid the bills!

I have emailed the Facebook advertising group as well as a "partners" group, but support@fb.com is returned as "access denied." 

As a friend of mine often says, "this just doesn't meet the smell test!"
 






Sunday, February 6, 2022

Have you ever heard of this?????

We're a small town - back in 2019, we had almost 2100 people. Some have come, some have gone, but we're probably still about that many.

We're the type of little Southern town where everyone knows everyone and knows what's happening with them (whether it really IS happening, or not!) It's the type of town where neighbors are neighbors and friends are friends and everyone knows everyone (almost). Even if they don't "know you" .... they "know you" on Facebook!!

Blakeney is a familiar family name, in our town. Recently, one of our little Blakeney guys was diagnosed with Legg-Calve-Perthes Disease. It was a disease of which I had never heard. It was actually discovered, in 1897, by an Austrian doctor but wasn't given the name Legg-Calve-Perthes until around 1910 by the 3 doctors who recognized it, published it as a disease unrelated to tuberculosis, and prescribed a treatment. 

LCP is caused by the interruption of the blood supply to the femoral artery. Symptoms are noticeable limping of the affected leg, and pain in the groin, thigh, and leg which increases, with time. It mainly affects boys ages 4 - 10, however, girls can also be affected but are much worse than boys. It usually affects just one hip, but can also affect both.

Landon Blakeney is 7 years old and is just the neatest, most active little boy. When he first began to limp, his mother thought he had just "played too rough and too hard."  However, when the limp increased and was accompanied by pain, her mother's heart knew that something wasn't right.

A pediatrician in the small town of nearby Ellisville immediately diagnosed it as Legg-Calve-Perthes Disease and the journey began.

After appointments in Jackson with UMMC and Ochsner's, in New Orleans, Landon underwent surgery this past week to have both his legs encased in full-length leg casts - connected by a rod for from 6 - 8 weeks. Once the casts are removed he will undergo more surgery because the MRI displayed that he has no blood flow to his right hip. And then, there will be therapy to help him learn to walk, again.

I call him our "littlest warrior" and am amazed by his strength and his spirit, and his smile. I can't imagine a more uncomfortable way to have to live - legs, in a cast, spread wide open ..... for weeks.

Please remember Landon, in your prayers!!


 

Thursday, February 3, 2022

The "Donut Hole" and the Deductible, both are expensive!!

Back in 2013, when my honey was in his "next-to-last" year of living with cancer, I was diagnosed with AFib. AFib can be caused by stress, and caring for a loved one, with cancer is certainly stressful.

My AFib has been mild and I am able to "manage" it.....however, stressful situations can also trigger AFib episodes. Thankfully, I've only had a few since 2013. AFib has ensured that I will always have to take a blood thinner, to prevent a stroke or heart attack. My Cardiologist prescribed Eliquis, several years ago, and it works .....but it's expensive because it isn't Generic.

I'm surprised that today (when I picked up my 90-day Eliquis refill) I didn't have an "episode."

It's absolutely ridiculous that 90 tablets (I take 2, each day) with Medicare and my Supplement cost me an additional $623.00! Of course, it's the first of the year, and I have a deductible to meet.  And then, there was last year, when I was in the "Donut hole."

The "Donut hole" (also known as the Coverage gap) is that time of year when you've reached the limit of what your insurance drug plan will pay. In 2021, it was $4,130. This year (2022) the amount is $4,430. When that period occurs, all prescription drugs become more expensive.  

I recall, in December 2021 going to pick up my 30 day supply of Restasis (Prescription eye drops to treat chronic dry eyes) and the cost was over $160!! I was in the "Donut Hole."

Eliquis won't be eligible to become Generic (and less expensive) until after 2026 and possibly 2031. Until that time, it will remain a very expensive ....though much needed ....drug.

Donut Hole or Deductible .....the end of the year or the beginning of the year....even with insurance......are costly times. (If one doesn't have insurance, there are programs to assist with the cost.)  


Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Today isn't just "Groundhog Day"..............

 Did you know that today is also known as Candlemas, in Christian countries? It signifies the end of the 40 days of the Christmas - Epiphany season. Some churches remove Christmas decorations after Christmas, some after "Little Christmas" (Jan. 6th), and some remove them after Candlemas.

Many church members (Anglican, Methodists, Lutheran, Eastern Orthodox Christians, and Roman Catholics) bring their candles to their local church to be blessed. They serve as a symbol of Jesus Christ, Light of the World,

Many churches remove their Nativity Scenes after Christmas, but some leave them until after the Baptism of Jesus. However, in some countries, it is a tradition that the Nativity Scene is removed after Candlemas - the end of the Christmas season.

Candlemas got its name from the lighted candles.



Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Who saves the "Operator's Manual"???

Years ago (no, I don't recall how many years!) when we bought our Panasonic Inverter 1250 Watt Microwave, we plugged it in and used it.

I had no idea what "Inverter" meant (and still didn't until said microwave just died). Nor did I read the manual. It was a Microwave .... I needed it to do what Microwaves do ..... heat or reheat.                                                                                                                                                                           


My microwave has been my morning cup of coffee "mainstay."  I need that one cup with cream and sweetener, but I'm not much of a coffee drinker. I heat and reheat that one cup until I may, or may not, finish it! When the microwave died, the coffee drinking was almost over. I make it to about one-half cup before it gets cold.  Well, one morning (haven't had time, yet, to get to town to replace my "coffee heater,") I did heat my coffee, in a saucepan, on my stovetop! That took me back to my Granny and her coffee pot, on the stove.

Anyway, the day the microwave died, it quit.....with a message that said, "refer to Panasonic Operator's Manual."  Where in the world would that be and why?  Well, I did search in a few places, but I was sure I had probably thrown that away, years ago. (Now, once I've replaced the dead microwave, I'm sure I'll find the manual!)

I went online and searched for Panasonic Microwave Manual.  I read down to the part where I was instructed to "unplug from electricity" (I was already beyond that), but when I got to the part about removing the front panel and removing the Inverter grid ..... I stopped. 

Granddaughter, Olivia, was over here the day the Panasonic died (she was about to heat up a snack), and said, "something else for Sawyer to fix." (Sawyer gets called on to fix lots of things at "Granny's house!") I'm sure they'll both be happy to know that I didn't have the "Operator's Manual!"  (And Amazon delivers .....to the country!!)



Friday, January 28, 2022

How Bella came to live with us (Miss Sally and Mr. Bob)

 She's just a sweet, little, black Pomeranian - with an attitude!

The ebook, which can be downloaded to your tablet, Kindle, phone, or even the free Kindle app, on your computer is for little kids, ages 3 - 5.

This little book is a true story about how Bella (when she was just 4 weeks old) came to live in our house. 

She's often called "Bella, the Beast" because she often likes to "rule the roost" - and Precious, who is just 6 months older, won't tackle her (and tattles when Bella steals her bone.)

To order just click the link and enjoy. Hopefully, there will be more Bella and Precious books!

See Little Bella's New Home


Saturday, January 15, 2022

Was it just another Thursday?.....

It was a cold, wintery Thursday evening in January 1941 ....just a few months before the beginning of WWII when I was born to Horace and Ella Mae Hester Walker who had waited for 11 years for their 1st child.

I was the 5th grandchild of "Cazzy" and Annie Catherine Gibson Walker. (And I was given her middle name as my middle name. I loved her like no child ever loved their "Granny.")

No, I didn't know that I was born on a Thursday night ....I don't remember being (if ever) told those details, but I did look it up!

I was born, on a kitchen table (I've been told) in a small rental house just down Hwy 37, south of Taylorsville,  MS.  Dr. Kennedy and my friend, Mary Lou Gregg Cheatham Cooke's mother, Myrtle Hathorn Gregg, was the midwife who helped to deliver me, on that table. (I never asked if they ever ate, on that table, again!)

I wished, years later, that I had taken a photo of that little house. I do remember seeing it. I wish that I had asked to go inside ...and see where I had been "me."

I know that Hwy 37 must have been gravel, back in those days.  I wonder how Doctor Kennedy was contacted. I wonder how they traveled. I was told that it wasn't an easy birth. I'm not surprised, at that. I've never been "easy!" 

Thank you, God, for allowing me to see another year. Thank you for Thursday, January 16th, 1941. Thank you for Horace and Ella Mae Hester Walker and for all these years that I've been given.

On this Sunday, January 16, 2022 ......thank you to everyone, in my life. Thank you, to all of you who have loved me, liked me, endured me,

 But most of all.....thank you, to my family....I have loved you....and you have loved me.  I have two beautiful daughters, a great son-in-law, (even a couple of great "ex"sons-in-law), four absolutely wonderful grandchildren with a wonderful grandson-in-law and some pretty great "significant other" grandsons-in-law," and then there's the absolutely "could not live without" those great-grandkids. How blessed I am!!!

And, of course, the "two girls," in my life.....my two little rescue Pomeranians ..... Bella and Precious. How, how, how could I live without you (and your barking?)

And thank you to my "significant other" .... the man who has been there after God took my honey home. Thank you, Mike, for being there when I've needed a shoulder to lean on, and when I've needed support. Thank you for loving me when I couldn't even like myself!  

Another year ..... thank you, God.  I've always wondered why "Thursday" was "my day."  Yes, it's Garbage Day, but for some reason I've always thought every day was THURSDAY. Now, I know why.  Thursday is just "my" day!!




Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Christmas Day and another Cemetery!!

It was a beautiful sunny, but cold, Christmas morning as I was driving up  Hwy 35 toward Mize. I was in no rush to get home to an empty house, except for the two furbabies that would be happy to see me and jumping for joy over the treats they knew that I would give them. 

This really didn't seem like Christmas except for the tree and all the gifts that Santa had brought, at granddaughter Olivia's. I remembered Christmases past with the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen in both my house and many years before, at Granny's house. Trees and gifts and laughter flooded my mind and made me miss Christmases gone by, even more.

I wasn't paying much attention as I drove along, with my memories.  I suddenly caught sight of what appeared to be a cemetery off to the side of the highway.  I drove on down the highway and found another cemetery in which to turn around. I just had to investigate!

I got back to the old cemetery, now covered with dead vines. I safely parked, off the highway. I got out with my cell phone/camera in hand and


walked through the tall dead grass toward the old burial ground. An impressive, ornate old stone was visible above the vines.

The small graveyard with only three graves was surrounded by an old chain link fence. There were two entrances. Above each entrance, the name of one of the people in the cemetery was in the metal above the gate.

Over the side gate was the name Joseph Walter Sullivan. His was the grave with the ornate tombstone. I did some research after returning home and learned that Joseph was just 25 years of age when he died in the US Naval Hospital in New Orleans on October 14, 1918. Joseph Walter had enlisted in WWI in 1917. His Death Certificate states that he died of Physical Disabilities and Gallbladder.

On August 10, 1918, he had married Grace Elvira Craft, age 16, one of the ten children of Jason Lucifer Luther Craft and Lela Elizabeth Chisholm Craft.  After Joseph Walter's death, Grace married Thomas Marvin Mayfield. Grace was near the age of 90 when she died in North Carolina.

The gate on the side (which was probably intended to be the front) had the name "Thomas F. Sullivan's Cemetery" above the gate.  Thomas and his wife, Mary Margaret Sullivan Sullivan (a Sullivan who married a Sullivan) were the other two graves in this small cemetery.


The Joseph Walter Sullivan gate was closed but the gate with Thomas F. Sullivan's name hadn't been closed in many years, the ground had grown up around it. I entered through that gate. I was surprised to suddenly be off the ground and walking on concrete, which covered the ground in the entire small cemetery.  

The three graves were covered by slabs of concrete laid on top of the concrete flooring. I chuckled at the inscription on the top of Joseph Wayne Sullivan's grave, "Gone but not forgotten."  And here he lay, in a small cemetery at the edge of the woods, covered over by dead vines.


Mary Margaret Sullivan (June 1, 1854 - July 3, 1938) was buried next to her son Joseph Walter (called "Walter").  MM was one of the ten children of Joseph A. and Harriet Wilson Sullivan. Mary Margaret Sullivan was a first cousin to her husband, Thomas Franklin "Money Frank" Sullivan.  Their fathers, were brothers. She and Money Frank were the great-grandchildren of Tom "Pappy Tom" Sullivan, the founder of Sullivan's Hollow.

                                                                            Even though Joseph Walter was the 7th of the ten children born to Thomas and Mary Margaret, he was the only one buried in the cemetery with them.

Thomas Franklin "Money Frank" Sullivan (June 5, 1857 - August 8, 1937) apparently owned the land where the cemetery is located. Frank was one of the ten children of Mark A. and Catherine Byrd Sullivan. 

He was called "Money Frank" for the large amounts of gold that he had amassed.  At one point, one of his brothers built a chimney in which he kept his gold. 

His death certificate indicated that he died of bronchitis and pneumonia.






This photo, from WikiTree, shows "Money Frank" and wife Mary Margaret by the new tombstone of their son, Walter.