When my grandparents first set up housekeeping they had an old rough hewn table. My grandmother was not the greatest of cooks but she could hold her own and could not stand for someone to do without. Many people rested their feet under that table. Stories of moving here, suffering, birthing of babies, calving, and God were all shared at this table. When I came along ny favorite place to eat was in my grandfather's lap sampling his soaky (bisquit with coffee). That was such a big treat. There were lessons done at the table, lessons learned at the table, music shared at the table, and a whole lot of love shared. It was a place to discuss your day, share your dreams, and was never be meant to be a place where discipline took place. My grandfather commanded respect at the table and he got it. The table went to an aunt when my grandfather died and my grandmother went into assisted living. My aunt had eleven children and there was never a dull moment at the table. It was loud and boisterous now. Discipline took place here, homework was done here, meals were consumed here. The table now had different kinds of stories to tell. Times changed again and now my cousin had the table. It had teeth marks where babies had been teething, it's legs had been broken and fixed more times than Heinz has variety. Yelling took place at the table now. My cousin disciplined the children there, homework was done there.....then one day my cousin sold it for junk. I don't know where the table ended up. I woud like too. I spent many hours around that table....listening, sleeping, loving. What has happened around your tables?
I am a woman who wears many hats and loves them all. I am a singer - I sing with the group Still Magnolias. I was part of the original First United Methodist Church Arbor Praise Team until we moved. After 24+ years of teaching English 11 and Spanish I - II at Benjamin Russell High School I decided to take a job closer to home. I now teach Spanish I & 2 at Randolph Co. High School and Wadley. I thought I was getting close to retirement and looking forward to it, but decided to move my cheese and try something different. I am a preacher's wife and a preacher myself. My husband Frank is the pastor at Rock Mills United Methodist Church and I am the pastor at Midway (Wedowee). It has made our conversations interesting, to say the least.