If you ever wanta know what a copperhead crawling up your leg feels like, just ask Mommy. I sit here and laugh at what she did as I write this article.
My husband and grandson were mowing Mom’s grass and he comes to the door and tells me to bring the rifle and some bullets. So, by the time I get them to him outside he already has a hoe and is looking around under the tool building. He said they saw a copperhead and it got away. So, when Mommy finds out what is going on she comes through the kitchen to stand at the door and watch. I’m standing behind her and we stand there watching them for about 10 minutes. The whole time Mom’s anticipation is getting the best of her. My sister Delores’s seven month-old grandbaby Canaan comes crawling along to see what in the world we are looking at. He pulls up to my leg and I just hold onto his hand and let him watch with us then he turns loose and crawls on to Mommy’s leg and as soon as he touches her she does a little “the copperhead has got me for sure” dance. We didn’t know she could move that fast anymore. Needless to say, she had to run on to the bathroom after that.
And then another little incident that happened this past week; Delores sent us all a message on our group chat Saturday morning that went like this.
PREFACE, Mommy is okay. Then the message came later that read: Now, when I went to take Mommy her thyroid pill this morning she was sleeping with her back to me. I told her it was pill time, and like always she rolled over and opened her mouth. I was going toward her mouth with the pill and she just kept rolling!!! I had Canaan in my arms and her water in my hand. I pinned her up against the side of the bed with my legs, threw Canaan on her bed, tried to set her water on the nightstand but missed and it fell and the lid flew off and the water went everywhere, a full cup. I got hold of Mom but couldn’t lift her, so I let her slide on down to the floor. This would have worked fine, ‘cept she was rolled up in her sheet and couldn’t straighten out her legs, and her walker had her pinned in. She was pinned between the walker and the bed, hollering, “Oh my leg, my knee!” So, I had to lift the walker up and out and it skinned her shin pretty bad. Then to get her out of the soaking wet floor. I grabbed Canaan and put him in his crib and then tried several different angles until I finally got her up.
My sister-in-law, Tonya Tackett, said, “I bet that baby didn’t know what was happening.” Delores said, “Oh, he found himself a Kentucky Explorer magazine (his favorite kind because they tear so easily) under Mommy’s pillow and was happily ripping it to shreds and eating it.”
There’s never a dull moment when Delores is in the house.
I guess by now the Blackjewel bankruptcy has been heard by all and is beginning to be old news. The sad thing is these miners still haven’t received any notice that their checks are going to be made good or are they getting paid for their last week of work. My husband is one of those employees and is yet to draw an unemployment check either. The only good thing is we don’t have a family to feed, just ourselves, and we raise a garden, have venison in the freezer. Neither do we have a house nor car payment. I can’t imagine having all those bills and no money coming in for 3 weeks. We really need to keep all these employees in our prayers.
This reminds me of something that happened one time when Daddy was laid off from the coal mines. He was an underground miner. I don’t remember which company he was laid off from but I think it was Beth Elkhorn. He had said he wasn’t going to buy anything that wasn’t a necessity until he went back to work. Coffee was a luxury he said they could do without. They used the big cans of Folgers already ground and had a coffee pot that had two sections. The top section was where you put the grounds and poured the boiling water and it dripped through and went into the bottom section. When it was dripped through you took the top off and put the lid on the bottom part. So, anyway that year at Christmas Daddy still wasn’t working and one of his presents from his parents, Joe and Peggy Tackett, was a big canister of Folgers coffee with a check taped to the top of it for our house payment. I’ll never forget Daddy opening that and just sitting there and crying.
My sister Charlene, her husband Rick Mason, their son Blake and his wife Chasity and their kids Tucker and Chesnee just got home from a wonderful vacation. They went through Chattanooga, Tennessee and visited Rock City. Then, went on to Panama City, Florida. Chesnee got to swim with the dolphins. This, she said, was one of her dreams.
There were so many birthdays mentioned on Facebook this past week, so I will just name a few. Belated happy birthday to Dexter Campbell. I heard he wanted me to put his picture in the paper and mention this. His sister-inlaw, Lee Bates, celebrated hers on Tuesday the 16th. One of my former students, Kyra Brooke Johnson, celebrated her 17th birthday on July 10.
I read on Facebook about Laney Webb being admitted back to the hospital with fever and pain. They really need our prayers continually. They said she would probably be in for a couple of weeks. The family of Morgan Hall that passed away from childbirth complications also requests our prayers. Also, remember our neighbor and friend, Imogene Sexton, and all her family. Our senior citizens Doug and Pat Wright also need your prayers. Some of our church members from Letcher Independent Baptist that need prayers are Steve Adams, Pat Fultz Ratliff, Peggy Maggard, Brenda Smith, and Linda Buttrey. Sam Oaks’s dad had to have a leg amputated from diabetes complications. His name is Levi Oaks. Please also remember to pray for my pastor, Bill Jones, and his wife Sandy and all their family members.
Once again remember Oma’s plea, try to be in church Sunday. If your church has services Sunday evening or throughout the week God wants you there then, also.