"Don't that cock your pistol?"

Wanda Holderman: November 26, 20070 Comments

...."Where there's a will, there are 500 relatives", "Don't squat on your spurs", "He's like a blister-it don't show up 'til all the work's done", "A watched pot don't boil"....these are some of the famous sayings of my parents. With the Thanksgiving holiday fresh in our minds, I am thinking about family get-togethers, which for me include a host of good ole southerners that love to boast of their wisdom in politics, religion, and the best darn fried chicken, gravy and biscuit recipes.

I was raised on a farm, number 5 of six children, and have very fond memories of accompanying my Dad out to the fields. I loved being with my Dad. We'd start the day off with fried eggs, biscuits smothered in butter, gravy, bacon and a stiff cup of coffee (yes, I drank coffee at age 4). Dad was not refined, had no formal education, and had the worst grammer imaginable....but oh how he loved life and taught me the enjoyment and satisfaction of hard work, to appreciate the ability to take a deep breath, and God's gracious blessings.

Sometimes I long for simpler things...like ice cold watermelon, eating it down to the rind and then mom pickling the rinds for consumption at a later time (my parents were raised during the depression and it was quite unacceptable to throw away any food that could be enjoyed), the best homemade ice cream on a blistering hot day hand-cranked by my Dad while I sat on the bucket to steady it, and being the only girl in the neighborhood who would hang out with the farm-hands sons and determine to ride bikes, play baseball, catch frogs and climb the tree-house the way they did, even if I was "just a girl".

When life seems overwhelming, when expectations are not met, when there are severe disappointments, try to focus on the blessings...they can always be found.