"Blessed Boy's"

My mother and father's DNA comes from 
the British Isles, with some "Cherokee" on both sides.
 As one can imagine I love my heritage. 
The two cultures are opposites. 
Each equally beautiful to me. 
I look like a blond, blue eyed, "Cherokee." 

Raised in Bakersfield, California, I was exposed to my 
Native American roots everyday.
I never imagined in my wildest dreams, 
I would be exposed to my British heritage. 
 Traveling through Wales, England, and Scotland,
 on two different occasions.
 We stayed in Oxford, Windsor, London, & Harwell, 
spending several days in each place.
 Allow me to share one of my memories."

I spent a day at "Eton." 
During the time "Prince William" attended. 
It is an old all boy's school, "college." 
 The attire was not "California Cowboy!"
 Those boys were wearing black tuxedo's! 
With tails!

 

It is a stunning ancient campus, and I, 
the person who looked out of place, 
being a woman dressed in modern day attire.

 There was a "little store" within the stone structures. 
I just had to explore.
 It was a cross between "a little corner store"
 from the 1940's and a "7 eleven."
 Everything, 
from sewing notions,
 shoe polish, and candy bars. 
Full of boys dressed in formal wear buying snacks. 
When I made an inquiry as to some dishcloths,
 they all started talking to me. 
"Oh! Your an American! We like your accent.
 I would like to go to CALIFORNIA." And so it went.
 They were exactly like the boy's in my Sunday School class. Exactly like my grandsons. Regular boys with no pretense. This was even more enjoyable to me than going sightseeing. It was a bit of "all right!"

Like yesterday afternoon. 
The spring rain purified the air. 
The sky was perfect blue, against the lush green oak, 
maple, and poplar trees. 
The weather never better,
 the birds & I singing hymns, 
as we watched my big hens peck the clover.

 I heard familiar little voices, looked down by the creek, 
and there they were. 
Caeden, Ben, and, Westin, (the 8 week old yellow lab.)
 I just sat there and watched the "service."
 I worshiped my Creator for giving me
 eye's to see such true beauty.
 I praised Him for my hearing ears, 
as I listened to boyish whispers, puppy barks, 
and giggles shattering the quiet. 
When they saw me, they came running,
 talking to me as they came.
 "Where do labs come from anyway, Grandmother?"
More than a bit of "all right!"

"Happy Mother's Day!"

I think my Mama must have been born "singing." I've known her all my life, and she is the "singingest" person I have ever met.

She sings when she's happy, and she sings when she's sad. She even writes her own songs. Hundreds of them! The older she gets, the more she sings. She plays a "Kazoo" in a senior citizens band, sings in a quartet, and sings solo on the bus.

Recently Mama had to go through three major surgeries. 

As they were wheeling her down the hallway, to the operating room, we, along with the entire hospital, could hear her singing, "Love lifted Me!" The "Doctor" said it was the first time anyone had ever held a musical concert for him while on the operating table. Instead of having her count backwards, while going under the anesthesia, she and the doctor sang "How Great Thou Art" together.

Her singing has touched many people, most of all her children. "God surely gave us a special song, when He gave us our dear "Mom!"

This true story was written by my mother, "Carolyn Donaldson Harwell" in 1982. My "Grandmother," Vivian Juanita Bowen Donaldson fully recovered, and lived to be 88 years young.

"Like Grandfather, Like Son"

This blog is going to get me in all kinds of trouble!
 With my teenage grand boy, but I can't pass this up!