Monday Coffee Talk
June 8, 2026
Day 159 of 365
I guess these lazy, hazy days of summer has put its spell on me, because that’s exactly how I feel – lazy and hazy!
Thus, I have absolutely nothing to share with you today. I really tried to come up with something of interest to share but to no avail. {{sigh}}
So, I threw a bunch of
stuff together and came up with this melee of mish-mash – odds and ends – bits and
pieces – etc, etc, etc.
AND a little silliness!
I love the color blue,
just look around my home!
But Pink is great too.
My daddy’s name is Jeff,
my oldest brother is Jeff too.
My mother’s maiden name is Ritch, so my second oldest brother is named George Robert, what? He should have been George Ritch!!
This picture was taken in
the ICU waiting room. George had just arrived from the Fort Worth area, rushing to
be with us because we truly thought Momma was going home that day, but God wasn’t
quite ready for her. A few years later, we lost George — he went on before
Momma — and that still tugs at my heart.
❤
The first poem I ever
memorized was The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson.
How do you like to go up
in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the
pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the
wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle
and all
Over the countryside
Till I look down on the
garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying
again,
Up in the air and down!
Maybe that’s when my love
for ‘swinging’ began.
The next poem was Little Orphan Annie by James Whitcomb Riley.
Little Orphant Annie’s
come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef
you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Both of these poems were
school assignments, and I remember working hard memorizing them to recite in
class.
We had such a rainy and overcast May, and now it seems to be coming right into June.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe!
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