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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . who occasionally uses music to soothe my troubled soul?

In our house, there is usually some kind of music playing from the time we get up. That usually continues until late afternoon when our TV viewing time rolls around.  We have Alexa and recently we’ve begun to ask it to play whatever music that days choice may be.  Before that, we’d play music from one of the 30 or 40 channels on our TV that play music.

Rock, Pop, Country, Christian, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, you name it we have a channel for it.  We generally alternate between the TV stations, Alexa and our CD player which holds 50 CD’s.  Course we haven’t purchased a new CD in quite a few years, but we have some pretty good music that we purchased back in the day.  Suffice it to say, we have a pretty good variety of music to choose from.  

This poem is the result of a night on the patio, listening to tunes on my stereo and enjoying a glass of wine. (or, perhaps several glasses)

HE’S A FAN
©By: R.L.KingFrom the book Memories & Time ©2017

He’s a fan of country music, he’s a fan of Rock-n-roll,
…. he’s a fan of island sounds, as well Blues, and Southern Soul.

Music takes him all the places his mind allows him to go,
yet wherever that might be, is rarely under his control.

Oh, he’s in charge of the remote, what he hears is his decision,
but whatever enchanted mood he’s in, has total control of his vision.

Music lights his pathway, it helps to make him whole,
it brings him to the edge, as it soothes his troubled soul.

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #282

About: Friendship

“Giving generously of yourself
usually offers the best
return on your investment.”

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . . who still misses their granny?

MY GRANNY by:
Donna Hale Chandler

My granny, Rebecca Diamond, was a woman born years before her time.  She was a mixture of pioneer woman and refined lady.  She would deliver the mail on horseback over the hills of Kentucky during the week and on Sunday, put on her white gloves, black patent-leather shoes and matching purse and go to church.  Becky, as most people called my granny was born in 1896.  She married my grandfather, Oscar in 1912, at the ripe old age of 16.

I don’t remember much about my grandfather because when I was only 4 years old Granny divorced him, never to speak to him again.  In 1953, a woman filing for divorce in the hills of Kentucky was an unheard of happening.  Being a divorced female in those days carried the stigma of being a ‘loose woman’.  Granny evidently made the decision that getting rid of the womanizer she had married was worth a small black mark to her reputation.

Even though Granny seemed quite ‘refined’ to me, when we would talk quietly and share a cup of tea, she was still ‘country’ through and through.  I can see her now in my mind’s eye as she ‘saucered’ her tea if it was too hot to drink.  I would try to do the same thing but always seems to spill and make a mess.  Pouring just a little bit of tea into the saucer and drinking from that while still holding your teacup takes some practice.  I stayed with her a week each summer.  There was no running water and I thought it was great fun to get cold water from the well.  I didn’t even mind the trips to the outhouse when bathroom trips were necessary.  Granny had plenty of bags on lime in the toilet which took care of any unpleasant orders.  If nature’s call occurred in the middle of the night, there was a chamber pot under the bed that was pulled out and used, then emptied the next morning once the sun was up.  I wasn’t really enthused about making use of it, just as I was not very appreciative of the warm cow’s milk that my uncle would bring to her in quart mason jars after the cows were milked each morning.

As an adult, when I look back on those days, things must have been terribly difficult for Granny, as a woman alone, but I never remember hearing a complaint or a bad word come from her lips.  She always had a smile and a good word for those around her.  Her sons kept her coal house full so she would have coal for her cook-stove and for her fireplace in the winter.  I think she was quite happy in her world.  At least I hope that she was.

I recall my younger sister telling me of a shopping trip with our mother and Granny.  The outing was particularly to have Granny properly fitted for a bra – or brassier as they were called at that time.  The trip ‘to town’ was a special occasion for the three females and included lunch at a small diner on the edge of town.  My mother and sister both ordered hamburgers and French fries.  Granny told the waitress that she would have the same except she didn’t want the fries.  As a matter of fact, she didn’t want the hamburger either – just a bun would do her just fine.

I’m sure an entire book could be written about Granny and her amazing life as a woman on her own after surviving the Great Depression.  I know for sure that when she passed away in 1981 at the age of 85, she had seen much, influenced countless lives and is still missed by many friends and family who loved her.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . .who has struck out more times than he cares to remember?

My wife passed away over 35 years ago and I was single for a long time.  During most of those years, I wasn’t really looking to get attached to anyone, but sometimes I’d get to thinking that this gal or that gal, just might be the one.   This is a poem I wrote years ago about just such an occasion.

ON THE PROWL
©By: R.L.King From the book Memories & Time ©2017

He’s a master of the cue stick, loves the game of pool,
but sometimes he’ll drink too much and occasionally act a fool.

First, he’s hot, then he’s cold or somewhere in between.
Can’t miss a shot, can’t make a shot, if ya know what I mean.

She walks in, the lights are low, he’s been there, in his dreams.
She turns him on, then turns him down, then she leaves the scene.

Dead-end streets & U-turns, his love life to a tee,
on his one-way path to Hell, where all his friends will be.

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #536

About: Optimism
“Helpless and hopeless,
but harmless.”

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AM I THE ONLY ONE… who thinks our veterans deserve more?

MEMORIAL DAY ©R.L.King – May 28, 2012

Memorial Day approaches as soldiers’ step to the fore, we’ll celebrate their service, just as many times before. We’ll thank them for their gift, because of them, freedom reigns, maybe not for the entire world, but at least they’re making gains.

Today we’ll honor those lost, for a few moments we’ll remember, then we’ll put the memories away until a day in mid-November. We’ll take their gift for granted at least til Veterans Day, but their gift is all encompassing in nearly every single way.

Freedom, bought and paid for by the blood of brave soldiers, with the fate of the entire world thrust upon their shoulders. 365 days a year our soldiers pay the price, yet according to our calendar we honor them only twice.

We need to tell them thank you more than just two days a year and show more appreciation for the way they’ve calmed our fear. It’s nice we have this day to honor their sacrifice, but if we honored them every day it would be 365 times as nice.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE… who despises lousy tippers?

This is an article that I wrote a number of years ago, but over the last year or so, it’s become even more pertinent.  Prices of everything seem to have skyrocketed and it’s affecting everybody’s pocketbook.

LOUSY TIPPERS STAY HOME

Each fall in South Florida all the bars and restaurants begin to fill up as we are invaded by thousands of “Snowbirds.”   I’m not complaining, that’s a good thing, since our economy relies heavily upon the tourist trade.  Unfortunately, many people seem to think that leaving a decent tip is beneath them.   I’m not privy to their logic, but it seems as though they think, “I’m only going to be here for a few months, let the locals do the tipping.”  Or, perhaps they figure there are so many restaurants, for the short time that I’ll be here, “I’ll probably only eat in this one a couple times and likely I’ll have a different waitress, no need to leave a decent tip, she’ll never see me again.” 

Whatever the logic, it’s obvious that many people are lousy tippers and “snowbirds”  seem to lead the pack.  I’ve never worked in the service industry, so I’m speaking only from what I’ve witnessed, or have been told by waitress and bartending friends who do. It seems that many people are still living in the dark ages and believe that a 10% tip is respectable, when in fact in this day and age 15% to 20% is far more appropriate.  And for those of you who use a coupon, it’s proper to tip based upon the regular price, not the discounted price.

It seems that the slow economy has exaggerated this miserliness.  Many people seem to think that our wait staff are immune to the downturn, when in fact it is they who are most affected by it.  Perhaps they are unaware of the fact that here in Florida, nearly all waiters, waitresses and bartenders get paid well below the “normal” minimum wage and rely heavily upon tips to make a decent living.  No matter what the tipping customs are in the area you came from, here in paradise tipping less than 10% is insulting to your waiter.  If you received good service a proper tip should be closer to 20%.  

Folks, if you can still afford to winter in Paradise and go out to eat, you certainly should be able to afford to leave a decent tip.  Don’t insult our wait staff by leaving a lousy one.  

Let me be a little clearer on that. If you can’t afford to tip properly,,,, STAY HOME!!!  Save up until you can, or go to the fast-food places where a proper tip is not expected. Don’t take up the time or our hardworking waiters, waitresses and bartenders if you’re not willing to compensate them properly.  The time they waste taking care of non-tippers is time they could be spending on people more deserving of their attention.  Just because you’re traveling and won’t be eating here again, don’t be a jerk. Leave a proper tip.

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #240

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