Well I said I was going to post more Photos of ours "Back Road Junkies" and that's what I want to do  -  



 This was an amazing find .... I love History and knowing that other people go out there to make a statement or point such Amazing things is just a Feel Good Feeling.

 

Five Oaks

This cluster of threes has weathered hundreds

of years of lighting strikes, strong wind, dry

spells, followed by wet spells and cattle rustlers

once hanging on a rope from its limbs, and

yet still stands like a silent sentinel to the

early pioneers who blazed this historical trail.

 

 

This "The Rock Park"  so beautiful and so much fun.

It is a natural park of Rocks.(Hugh ROCKS.)

 

 

 

This is an amazing and Historical Town in Texas..   I know you would love this Place if you ever have the opportunity to visit.

 

I have a ton of Photos - We have been visiting this town for  *wow*  about 15 years now and it is as amazing as the first time.

 

 

 

 

 

Looks like an Empty Nest

WOW what a morning.  My daughter Jess told me she is moving out!!!!  She has two kiddos (my granbabies.)   They have lived her since birth.  Emily Grayce will be 7 this June and Brantley just turned 2 in Feb.  I am Blessed to have been  able to stay home with my children and then was so excited to be here for my Grandkiddos too. 


   Jess has just finished her MA schooling while working at a clinic and will be certified middle of April.  She plans on finish schooling to become a RN  this fall.  In the mean time She and her Beau  are moving in together.  She is going to stay home and spend the summer with her children before going back.


Like I said WOW.   What's a granny to do?  Talk about a total life change....

Drugging Children

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The other day someone at a store in our town read that a meth lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining town and asked a rhetorical question, " Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter what the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in my mom's garden and flower beds and cockle-burrs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family and friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the lawn, repair the clothesline or chop some firewood and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

These drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I say, do or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin and if today's children had this kind of drug problem America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.