...This post is for my Mother...I guess she was on my mind this mornin' cause I had that song "Mexican Joe" runnin through my mind...this picture is a WWII vintage...she was about 15 maybe in this...she met my Dad when he came home from the war ...story goes that Dad met her in a resturant where she worked and he had a date with another gal but my Mom followed him home...they married three days later...that what ya call a whirlwind...she was one of ten kids...her Daddy was crippled in a coal mine accident....she loved to sing...and she sang all the time...she favored blues and country so that is what I was raised on...every Sunday...and I do mean every Sunday my Dad would drive her to her Momma's ...on the long river road we drove for miles and the radio would be goin and Momma would be singin' ..Daddy, God love his heart, sounded alot like Earnest Tubb to me as a child..lol...anyway..Momma did a mean Patsy Cline...she loved Jim Reeves...she loved all of it really..and while I was lookin trough all those old songs she sang I found one that I remember...I like it and I remembered all the words too:)...they are hoaky and I know that...but they bring back to my mind a simpler time ....just livin' a memory here kids...I hope the sun shined in your world today...
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well this song is older than the hills and why it came to mind I have not a clue...I have had a mornin' kids and that is puttin' it mild...got poked awake this mornin' to be told there were no lights..(failure to pay bill)..well..I had a rough night as it was and didn't crawl in bed til way past daylight and so at this point I really don't give a shit if we have lights or not...pretty soon..poked awake again...she standin' there askin' me what she ought to do and I tell her I don't give a shit what she does...I paid my end and thats all I gotta worry about...then I wake up and the house is empty...no lights...no phone....no motor car....the Cracker can't have coffee...the Cracker is PISSED!!!...she can poke me awake twice to carry on but she can't poke me up to tell me the last train is leavin' for the coast?...so here I sit...30 miles from nowhere...don't know a soul...cell phone dead.....about the time I headed into my bedroom to grab a bag and walk to the local motel the fan in my room kicked on and I knew I was back in business...about that time the phone rang ....so I'm tilted back up-right...she came in and I got to listen to a line of shit a mile long but I was a kid once and I know the fish that spawned the sayin'.."be there and done that"... thank you darlin'...my mind is kinda scattered and I had a few things I wanted to put down...and this is the main one...there are all kinds of people to make this world go round...I have in my time met a few...there are some I hold in high respect...I respect wisdom...and when I chance to meet wisdom I feel humbled...timid is a word that maybe I have used when thinking these thoughts...but it is respect...I'm not good with words...and with that said kids...I'm gonna head for the door ...the sun is shinin' and I hear it callin' my name... da Cracker