June 7, 2012
I just learned that today is National Hair Dresser's Day. I am amendin' my post to say thank you to all the men and women who cut and style hair. I especially want to thank Jana and Erin at The Beauty Center--YOU LADIES ROCK!
Now back to our regularly scheduled post....
Yesterday was a ‘RAINAPALOOZA’!
The Redneck dropped Obie and I off at the library so I could post my blog and do a few other things online. (Father, PLEASE let me get internet at the house SOMEDAY!)
He looked at the sky off to the west and said, “You SURE you wanna go in today? It looks like it’s gonna come down hard.”
I told him, “Baby—this post is important enough, I will risk a little water. Besides, as mama once told me—sugar melts and poop floats…so I’m perfectly safe!”
Yeah—I know. She also once told me that if I was outside at night and someone grabbed me—get them under a street light and they would let me go…
…and I sometimes STILL wonder why I am so weird….
As I was sayin’…I was workin’ on the computer, and suddenly I heard thunder rattle the library windows. I looked out the window and it was comin’ down so hard you couldn’t see the gas station across the street. Water was flowin’ down the street so deep the curb was actually covered.
I’m thinkin’ about how we can work our walkin’ home route, when I get informed by the librarians that we are to wait until closin’, and THEY WILL TAKE US HOME.
Yeesh. You don’t argue with Miz. D. I TRY sometimes—but it don’t work. That lady knows her mind, and she stands for no rebellion—no matter if I am 55 years old.
So, Obie and I spend the next half hour or so pickin’ out some new books, and then one of the ladies takes us home. It’s mostly in a small town you come across folks like that, ya know?
Like this mornin’, when I had to come into town for some groceries we were needin’. It wasn’t gonna be a major shoppin’ trip, and since Obie and I would be comin’ into town later, I decided to let him stay home with Brian.
I got the things we needed, and one of the sackers, a young man named Jojo, took them out to the truck n began loadin’ them into the front seat. Jojo is a very quiet and shy young man--he hardly ever speaks except to ask how you’re doin’. We say hello when we see each other on the street, but there are no big discussions.
Suddenly, he stops puttin’ bags in the truck, and his head begins to swivel about like a bobble head doll. He has an almost panicked look on his face.
“What’s wrong, Jojo?,” I asked.
“Where is he?”
“Your son—where is he? Did he stay in the store?”
“Wha—oh!” I figured out that he hadn’t realized that Obie wasn’t with me today, and he was worried that we had accidentally left him behind.
I assured him that Obie was safe at home, and he relaxed. He just always saw my son with me, and he wanted to be sure that Obie was safe.
I know that if I am in our local grocery store, I don’t have to worry about Obie if he gets separated from me. It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes we do get separated in the store. I know the folks that work there keep an eye out on all the children who come in, but they really take notice of Obie and where he is. I know he would never be allowed to go outside by himself or with someone other than myself, my husband, or Obie’s father.
When we are walkin’ home down the country roads, there is a gentleman who drives a little golf cart back and forth, and when he sees us he always stops to give Obie and I a lift to the stop sign where he turns off to go home.
These are just a few of the examples of how folks here show their care and love for not only our family, but others in the community. I love small towns. I miss the towns in Oklahoma and our friends there. What has made it easier for us to move away from there has been the folks here who stepped back into their roles as friends and neighbors as soon as they found we were back.
If you are a small town citizen—think about how you can care for other folks. If you have an elderly neighbor—check on them from time to time. Ask if you can pick something up from the store when you are goin’. Offer a ride to church for a family that may not have the gas money to go otherwise. I’m not sayin’ adopt folks—but be aware that there are needs in your community that you can meet with simple actions.
Even something as simple as donatin’ aluminum cans to a fireworks fund for the 4th of July can be a big thing.
Take a batch of homemade goodies to the local firehouse for the volunteer fire fighters. Donate time to the local food pantry. Check for clothin’ drives with the area churches. Better yet—start one of your own, collectin’ good coats, sweaters, and other winter clothing throughout the year, and then when cold weather hits—have a giveaway in the parkin’ lot of the grocery store.
You don’t have to donate a new wing to a hospital (although if you have that opportunity, I say take it) but you CAN, by simple, carin’ actions that are meant from the heart, build up your community in ways that will not drain you financially, emotionally or physically.
Let’s look at it realistically, folks. If you don’t pitch in your part, and I don’t pitch in my part…
…pretty soon we won’t have a part to pitch in.
Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2012 by Evelyn Edgett