Do you remember?

Have you ever wished you could go back in time?

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Politics

Politics - Alabama & Georgia

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Aweeee the Smell of Rain.

Not only was I raised at the end of a dirt road, but we also had chickens running around too. We had to get out in the freezing rain and feed the critters? Me, that's who. My little-feathered friends give me many hours of enjoyment and tons of entertainment. Who else fell outside on their knees outside in the freezing rain? Me, that's who, and I had dirty jean knees to prove it. 

Sometimes, I enjoyed the shower. A good afternoon to read. A rainy day and a good book go together like a cowboy and his boots...check out my friend's blogs In Love With Life

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Add eggs, and you have rice pudding.

Rice Pudding

I haven’t eaten rice with milk and sugar in a while, but I need too! With a shake of cinnamon! I liked it best with canned milk. It was the only way that I would eat rice.  Was sweeter. Yummy! 

Rice pudding -  Cooked rice, melted butter, sugar, beaten egg, raisins, cinnamon, nutmeg, and canned milk. Stir well and pour into a glass greased pan. Cook in 400 degrees preheated oven till a broom straw comes out clean. 


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Animal Neglect is Abuse

Giving Dogs a Voice

To take in an animal as possession is cruelty. These animals become victims of abuse because they are naive. Even though some dogs are beaten, they stay loyal.

Some people put their dogs in a cage or small fenced in area, given only enough food to stay alive,  little to no water, and not allowed out to run and play?

Unlike humans, animals don't have a voice to say what is right and wrong, and they don't get a say rather live indoors or outdoors. They don't get to choose their diet or pour water in a bowl. So let us, as the superior race, speak up and put an end to animal abuse and give them a voice by reporting neglect as well as other violence.

On the other side of the spectrum; Some dogs are put out on dirt roads to defend for themselves.  Some dogs get caught by animal control. Do they live a life of neglect and cruelty to only to be put in an animal shelter that puts you on death row?

This dog is malnourished, has fleas and sores.

A Man's Best Friend

Country Living - Poetry

Better light

I walk into a dark room

I feel all empty inside

I turn on the light switch

With life, the place does feel

I step outside and look around

The sky becomes a darker

The moon and stars shine through

With experience the world displays

I walk through the woods

Oh the sounds I do hear

Sounds of creatures around

Some sounds from afar

I walk back toward the house

With thoughts of better times

Yesterday is gone, and life goes on

A good night’s rest then its tomorrow

Dogs

Sometimes I wonder what dogs say to each other

Why the slurping sounds when they eat their supper

Barking, howling or growling is what we do hear

They seem to have a language of their own

Always digging holes to bury toys or a bone

Barking, howling or growling is what we do fear

Most of my memories come from dirt roads.

Country Living

Who here isn’t surprised? I was raised out in the country, my daddy, mama, sisters, and me. It was at the end of an old dirt road, for many years this would be my home. I remember all the grass and trees. To me, it was so beautiful! We lived not far from a little small town, where everything closed when the sun went down. This beautiful place that I called home,  my sister's and I would roam but not too far. We didn't worry about the dangers of roaming. 

Several families lived on that dirt road. There's a lot to be said for living at the end of a dirt road, a place no one goes unless they're looking for us, or lost. The mail carrier would turn around in our driveway. Our dogs run outside. They don’t bother anyone, they’re friendly. They chase cars that turn around. Specifically, strangers. 

The UPS guy accidentally ran over one of the smaller dog's and broke her leg. I saw it happen, and he didn't even check on her. There were no leash laws in rural Georgia, and the dogs stayed outside, just lay around until a stranger pulls up in our yard.  

The carrier never did acknowledge that he hit the dog or even ask about her. He threw a box on the porch a week after that happened. After that, the carrier would blow his horn, and one of us would go fetch the package. 

That's about all the excitement we would get during my childhood days. I go back there sometimes in my memories, to remember my life as a kid with my family! I am thankful for the life that we had, and our country home.