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Beau Wann, Jr.
Hey Jennie, congrats on your newest arrival...they gonna be able to fix the hips so they will be normal????? I hope so...I know some of our class has bionic hips and knees and the like...
a big Welcome and a Texas howdy Cashion, did I get that right???? great name...at least they didnt call him harold or beau, yuk...I never did like those names for some reason...woulda been proud to be a Cashion, or heck, even a cashew...
Hey Kay, SNAKELADY...you could get a job with that ol boy that has his own TV show about relocating unwanted critters...cant believe you have seen that many snakes there...I have seen one on our place in 5 years, and a small copperhead at that...before I could whack im, he ran across the road to the perrys...LAVENDER, is a good repellant for scorpions, or so I read...we have those little devils under every rock, and some on the rafters of the barn...I forget, if they like water, or dont like water...if it's dry, they come out, or stay in...just cant seem to remember stuff...it has been reported to me, that they wont kill you...isnt that a comfort...I dont want the little sobs to even say howdy to me....
Hey Robert...send that ol blue norther to us, will ya!!!! Man one of those would sure be welcome just about right now...I believe I'd get nekid and run around the yard...well, maybe not...but it would sure be a welcome change...the norther, not me getting nekid...I do that all the time...
I remember a BLUE NORTHER, December 67...I was home on leave, and visiting my mom and dad in San Antone...Dad was building a microwave tower for SOB/LBJ, up on Bullverde Mountain...
My dad was showing me what all they had done, and what they were going to do, when both of us looked north at the same time, and there was a semi-blue line of clouds headed for us and in a hurry too...the line extended east and west, as far as you could see...Dad hollared out to his crew to head for the trucks...seems they all carried about 3 difrferent weights of jackets...light, medium, and blue norther...luckily my Pea Coat was in the truck...
When that line got to us, the wind started howling and dang near blew us offin that mountain...temperature dropped about 40 degrees to below freezing, in a nano second...dont recollect experiencing one of those since then...at least not that pronounced...thats where I learned to carry at least 3 different weight of jackets in my vehicle, during the winter...I still do it...in fact, I pile as many different jackets and shirts in my truck as it will hold, looks like I'm moving somewhere...I like jackets and coats...but not spiders and snakes...
It was bound to happen sooner or later...Ol Cooper is going to HARVARD...the trainer Mary, got him a collar with three ties for the occasion...yup, that ol boy is going to Harvard...an Ivy League man...well, it is harvard, but Harvard Elementary school in the Heights, BUT STILL HARVARD YALL...
Kevin and Candy finally rented a house a few doors down from their weeny roast house...the guy was trying to sell it, and said they could live in it as long as they wanted to...or at least till their house was ready...the insurance company sent a furniture company over last friday and filled it up with rental stuff...then, today, Kevins so called friend, told him he sold the house, and they would have to get out...what a jerk...friends like that, who needs enemies????
Kevin just cant catch a break...so now, looks like they be looking again., and after all that work ..I hope he plays the lotto and wins a zilllion dollars...
Hey Kay, sorry you are losing your pastor...them ol boys and girls dont seem to want to stick around a small church...seems they want the mega-bucks-church, and then they are happy...
I was chair on the PNC, (pastoral nominating committee) at Oaks back in the 90's methinks...I hated it...I was the only guy...I never chair another committee again...I am a leader, but by example...not a good delegater...the way I figure it, if I know what needs to be done, then others should too...so I just do the job rather than delagate...
I was thinking about opening up a country church somewhere, or a diner...maybe a church/diner...come in, get coffee and biscuits, and get saved too...sounds like a good plan to me...
I was saved, oncet...when I was about 10 or 11...yeah, but it didnt take...yessir, got saved at Oak Forest Baptist Church, rat there on the corner of Rosslyn and 43rd...seems they were having a revival, and my good friends Johnny and Larry, got me to go one evening...the congregation was raising a ruckus...good thing they werent no snake handlin or pysin drinkin, cause I'd a been saved alright, Id a run out the door as fast as my short little legs would take me...Of course, Andersonville Kay woulda been rat at home with the snake handlin...
Anyway, the visiting preachers were none other than Brother Freddie Gage, and Jerry Lees cousin, what was his name...??? you know, the one that crys alot, and was caught with a whore, oops, prostitute...Brother Jimmy Swaggert, yeah, thats them...anyway, they had on gold lame' suits, and they were extolling the congregation to "come to Jesus, and be saved"...Now, I didnt know what that meant, and Johnny and Larry, grabbed me and shoved me down the aisle up to Brother Swaggert, much to my consternation, and dismay...
Brother Swaggert grabbed me and whirled me around and I just about peed right then and there...I thought I was a gonner...he was hollaring "SWEET JESUS" and "LORD SAVE THIS CHILD"...Hell damn RD, I was just 11 or so, and Never having ever experienced that sort of goings on, I was as bug eyed as a mad horned toad...I was trying to get away, but ol Brother Swaggert had the sleave of my shirt in a death grip...I can tell you, if I'd a ripped that shirt, I wouldnt a been saved at all...my momma woulda whupped my behind, or worse, give me a good tongue lashing...
Brother Swaggert was holding on to me, prayin for the "DEVIL TO LEAVE MY SINFUL SELF, AND FOR SWEET JESUS TO COME ON IN..." "LORD, SAVE THIS YOUNGUN, HALALUJIA AND AMEN"...
I didnt know that the devil was in there, and I was a wonderin about how all three of them ol boys was gonna fit inside myownself, the devil, God, and Sweet Jesus...Then, Brother Swaggert pulled me over to the "Baptism tank"..."OH NO", says I...if I dont drown, my mom and dad are gonna kill me for gettin my clothes wet...then I would be seeing sweet Jesus...but there was no way out, brother Swaggert and now brother Gage both had me in a head lock, and locked arms and commenced to dunkin me in the tank...well, maybe I'll drown, and just get it over with, then the devil and God and Sweet Jesus can just be on their way..."HALALUJIA LORD JESUS" them ol boys was a hollarin...If I hadnt been so scared, I believe I'd a joined in with em...but like I said, I had never experienced that sort of goings on before...
as I was being dunked, my arms and legs were a flailin, and man that got the congregation all worked up...they thought I had dont got the spirit...what I had got, was a mouth full of stale water, and I hit my funny bone on the side of the tank...so I started hollarin, and the crowd got louder...I was hopin that Brother Fred and Brother Jim would get so swoony, they would drop me and forget about me, and then I could swim away...and as luck, or Jesus would have it, that didnt happen...
In between dunks, I peeked over where my ex-friends Johnny and Larry were standing, and they were just laughing like crazy...whoopin and hollarin, joinin in with the spirit...If I lived through this night, I was gonna fix them ol boys for sure...
Well, after getting dunked a half dozen times, and prayed over and hollared at, they finally turned me loose...man, I ran out that door, drippin wet and just a cussin...guess I hadnt been saved after all...I even out ran my good ol ex-friends, I ran all the way home, hopin that the wind would dry my clothes as I ran...
it didnt...I kinda squished when I walked...
I got home, and the whole family looked at me like I had just stepped off a space ship...which was nothing unusual in my house...most times they would just roll their eyes and continue on with what they were doing, trying to pay no mind to their "idjit son"...
I tried explaining what had happened, and they just rolled their eyes, and didnt believe a word of it...they were so sure that I had been in the bayou trying to catch minners or some other such fool hardy boy excursion...they just told me to"stay away from them "fool baptists", stay away from the bayou, and to go take a bath and go to bed, and that would save me...so I did...SAVED...
Got under the covers out in my room/back porch, and just shivered, reflectin on the days, er, uh, goings on...I settled down, and tuned into the crickets and frogs and fireflys outside the screened in porch, and could tell whose dogs were barking in the distance...I could see the stars between the wind blown pine tree branches...I wondered about God and Jesus...wondered why they would trouble themselves with the likes of me...seems I thought I could hear their voices on the wind blowing through the pine needles...what sweet sounds those were...I still love to hear the wind blow, and marvel at why the wind blows...and pretend that it's God sayin "howdy" to the likes of me...
Now, I know what "Saved" means...I just didnt know there was a ceremony to go along with it...
well, got to get up at the crack of dark in the morn...having breakfast with Rich LH and Ted Poe at 7...I better learn something, thats all I got to say...
your frien and brother, the Vulcan gummi bear, and toothless in oak forest...
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