As I sit here and look out Mom’s window, I can see what seems like a thousand lightning bugs lighting up her yard. Lightning bugs to me means summertime and carefree children just enjoying being children.
We met some people this Independence Day that had never seen what they called “fireflies”. Their children wanted to experience catching them. I thought about all the times we as children had spent the dusky hours out in our yard catching lightning bugs to put in a Mason jar or pinch their tails off when they lit up to make us rings for every finger. At least once a week all summer long seems like we would all do this.
Sometimes even our next door neighbors would join in with us. After we were tired of catching them, we would take a sheet and all of us would stand all around the edges, fill the sheet up with our catches, then on the count of three throw them all up in the air. I guess you could say we just made our own fireworks.
I am surely looking forward to the Letcher County Senior Citizens being able to meet again at the rec center. Hopefully before too long we will be able to continue the activities that everyone enjoyed there, too.
I was looking through some of my old pictures and found a picture of my brother, Albert Tacket, on our daddy’s old work scooter. This scooter was, at first, the laughingstock at South East Coal Company, where Daddy worked as an underground miner. Later when he showed them up with the advantages of getting in and out of the parking lot and not having to wait as they crossed the one-lane bridge going across to the mines, then just riding the short distance from there to our house on Cane Hollow, they all stopped laughing. We could hear his scooter coming from all the way down the road.
My brother Albert loved it from the get-go and it started his love for fourwheelers and all similar types of ATVs. I wish we still had this scooter. I’m sure the American Pickers would pay a hefty price for it.
To say that my daddy, Marshel Tacket, was a character would be an understatement. He had his own way of doing things and it didn’t matter what others thought about him. He became a Christian as a teenager and tried to do what was right the rest of his life. He made sure we went to Sunday School and church every Sunday. He stood for his Christian values no matter what others did or said.
I remember one of my uncles that was in the Navy with Daddy telling that no matter how many of the other men tried to talk Daddy into going to the bars and clubs with them, he wouldn’t go. I also remember Sonia Hunsaker telling me once that when Whitesburg High School had pep rallies, she and Daddy were the only two that didn’t go. Daddy thought the cheerleaders were indecent. He would have been 78 this year on July 8. Oh how we miss him.
Other birthdays this past week and this week are Betty Kincer on the 30th of June, Delilah Baker on the 2nd, Bobby Ray Howard on the 4th, Grant Barto, Vickie Banks Wampler, Shakeithra Begley, Cori Riffe Johnson, Vickie Frazier Caudill, Dan and also his wife S.J. Brennan on the 5th, Lottie Hampton, Robin McHone, Lester McPeek and Lisa Bates on the 6th, Mildred Necessary Spence on the 7th, and Keashia Dixon Addington on the 8th. Wedding anniversaries were James and Brittany Baker on the 3rd and Matthew and Christie Adams on the 5th.
Please remember our pastor and his family this week. Five years ago Bobby Jones and his girlfriend Crystal were murdered. Bill and Sandy Jones desperately need our prayers. Also, Sandy’s mom is in poor health and needs our prayers. A brother in the church, Al Bates, is recovering from back surgery and would like everyone to remember him. I saw on Facebook Monday that Lester McPeek had to be taken by ambulance to the hospital with stomach issues. I’m sure Bessie and Lester need our prayers too.
Since churches have opened back up now, please consider spending some time with God by attending church services somewhere this coming Sunday.