Category Archives: Family

You Scuffed Your New Watch

No matter how big or small words seem at the time, words matter. My words above might seem harmless but in the context they were given, they have been words that have haunted me from time to time over the years and I believe may have made a lasting impression on others that I would rather not have made.

Years ago, my husband and I were some of the chaperones at a church youth retreat in North Georgia. The youth were tubing down a small body of water. Our son somehow fell out of the raft and when he got up, we were there. Of course I was concerned that he was hurt, and hopefully I first voiced a concern about the scuffs on his body (I don’t remember). What I do remember is in front of the youth (who probably don’t remember) and the chaperones (whom I probably made an impression on) I said the words “You Scuffed Your New Watch”. Now the watch was probably less than ten dollars and it wasn’t the value that mattered. I knew that my son was excited about the watch when he got it earlier, but why, oh why, did those words come out? Still today twenty-some years later, when I think of one of the chaperones that I rarely see, I think about what I said in front of her. That is not the person I am, and it is not the person I want to be.

Words matter. No matter the situation, stop and think before words are spoken.

©2017 So Very Telling

Faithful Friend

❤️ I am thankful for all my friends, each and every one, but among those friends there is one who has been with me through thick and thin, the best of times and the worst of times. If we don’t talk for months it doesn’t matter because I know I could call her at the spur of the moment and she would listen to me — and she would support me. She holds a special place in my heart. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary of thirty-something years and for thirty-something years I don’t believe this friend has failed once to send a card. I never expect it from her, yet she does it, and when we receive the card and open it, I remember, ah yes, this is my friend that never forgets. Here’s to having faithful friends! ❤️

©2017 So Very Telling

A Point in Time

When I’m waiting for a special event (or really for something unpleasant to be over with), time sometimes seems to drag by — but the recent lighting of the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree brought to my mind one of those ‘points in time’ moments that once again made me realize just how quickly time really does fly by. How could it have been exactly one year since I had traveled on my own to New York City for a whirlwind weekend to visit my son?  It does seem like it could have been just yesterday. With that being said, I want to soak in every special moment of this holiday season because it does all pass so quickly!!!

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©2016 So Very Telling

Waiting for the Fireworks

This was my view this past Saturday as I waited along with a few family members and friends for the big fireworks show. We sat and stood and walked around for an hour while fending off the bugs that inhabited the lush green grass. Everyone was waiting for the ‘show’, though as I look back, the real highlight of that evening was being there in that beautiful, peaceful setting – having an hour of time with loved ones as the fast pace of the world seemed to stop. Ah, yes, the waiting contained the real gift.

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©2015 So Very Telling

My Coat of Many Colors

The country singer Dolly Parton released an original song back in 1971 titled “Coat of Many Colors”. In it she told the true story of how her family was so poor that her mother had pieced together a little coat for her to wear to school. She thought the coat was beautiful and she could not understand why other children made fun of her coat after her mother had so lovingly made it for her.

On a recent trip to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, I toured Dolly’s museum inside Dollywood. This is a picture of the actual coat her mother made.

Coat of Many Colors

This song touches me greatly as I too have suffered through the laughter of children making fun of me for a skirt I wore to school. I thought I was wearing the newest fad, but unfortunately I had the skirt turned wrong. The slits were supposed to be on each side, and I mistakenly wore the skirt having the slits to the front and back. I had felt so stylish in that outfit, but the children’s whispers and laughter changed all that. It’s amazing how people find such joy in making fun of others and it is also amazing how long one remembers the laughter.

When my son was in elementary school, I purchased a bargain shirt for him. It was what I (as his mother) thought was a very stylish shirt. When he wore it to a school event, he was told he was wearing a scarecrow shirt. That’s when my son experienced his own version of a coat of many colors.

Even though the years may fade the hurt of these episodes, the criticism of others never truly goes away. It is embedded in us and if we are fortunate, we allow these events to make us stronger and remind us to be more compassionate towards others.

Wouldn’t it be a better world if we all had freedom to wear our individual coats of many colors without others’ judgments?

©2014 So Very Telling

Oh No Eyelashes

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A few minutes ago I finished applying mascara to my eyelashes. I am thankful to still have my eyelashes. “Why is that?” you might ask. Applying mascara to my lashes was not on my radar when I was a young girl many years ago – but cutting off my eyelashes was. I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I suppose it was a lazy summer day and I must have been really bored. Whatever the reason, I took a pair of scissors in hand and (since I still have my eyes today) I suppose I must have closed my eyes tightly as I proceeded to cut off all the lashes that I could manage as my small hands maneuvered the large dressmaker scissors. After completing the procedure, I had felt especially accomplished and then tried to get my little sister to let me cut hers off too. She didn’t like the idea (thank goodness) so that was never done. All was fine until I sat down for the family’s dinner that day. My dad made the comment that something about me looked strange. Then my sister spilled the beans. She told my mom and dad that I had cut off my eyelashes and that I tried to convince her to let me cut hers also. Needless to say, I received a lecture as to how dangerous that was and that I was never ever to try such a thing again. Since that day I have let my eyelashes grow – and the longer the better!

©2014 So Very Telling

In My Mind’s Eye

I can still see the farm as it was back then. I can still remember the feeling of returning back home for Thanksgiving and knowing my mother and father would be so happy to see their little grandson, my husband and me. I remember our strolls on the graveled country road. The tobacco was cut and taken to market by then. The corn crop had been harvested. Hay had been cut, processed and stored either in rectangular bales in one of the barns, or in large rolls outside. The cows were still grazing on the final grass still green in the fields. Most of the trees had lost their leaves and it was usually cool enough for a fire inside. My mother always purchased a very large turkey. She would get up several hours before breakfast to put that turkey in the oven so it would be fully cooked in order to have Thanksgiving dinner around noon. My sister and brother and their families would arrive early that day, and all had seemed so right with the world. Much has changed since then. I will miss my mom and dad this Thanksgiving, but I will hold dearly the memories I have of them. I am thankful for the times I can remember, and I look forward to a small but nice Thanksgiving dinner with only three of us this year. To each of you, no matter how big or small your plans for this Thanksgiving season are, I wish you happy memories and a peaceful Thanksgiving day!

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©2013 So Very Telling

I’m Back

I am back — after almost two months. It has been a very hard time for me. I lost my dad this month. I have always called him ‘Daddy’, and even as an adult have not been embarrassed to do so because it was such an endearing name to me. I loved him so much, and he definitely was (and always will be) my hero. He had 95 very good years, and I know that I was very blessed to have him for such a long time. He was a wonderful husband to my mother and just the best father to my sister, brother and me. He worked hard most of his life and provided all we needed. He loved us all. He was a World War II veteran. Above everything he was a good Christian man. I can honestly say I never heard him speak anything unkind about anyone. Any words I use to describe him here pale in comparison to the man he was. After my mother passed away, Daddy married again. When I would call him, he would let me talk with his wife also. Then when he got back on the phone, he would always say “I’m back” in the sweetest voice. The last time I was with him before his recent illness, he looked me in the eyes and asked “When are you coming back?” I know I won’t be back to see him here on this earth, and I won’t ever hear the words “I’m back” from him again. I will miss him terribly. But I know one thing for sure. My dad would not want me to be sad and mourn for him forever. He would want me to go on with my life and be happy. He lived a life that let me know that although he is not physically here with me, he lives on and makes a positive impact on my life because of my memories of him. Because of the life he lived, I know he is now in a better place. As a tribute to my dad, I hope I will have many future posts which will be ‘happy’ posts.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. – Psalm 30:5

©2013 So Very Telling