hauntedliving

I am going back on my vow to not write any post on the economy or news because this just makes me so angry that I had to speak up about it.  While watching CNN this morning they reported that some companies are going to be hiring.  Great, I thought until they also stated that most of those jobs would be outsourced to India.  This just makes me spitting mad!  Millions of American’s are out of work and American companies are sending more jobs to India. In my opinion this is treason and the companies should be punished.  Our government should fine them so much that there is no profit left over from sending the jobs overseas. If companies want American’s to buy their products and use their services then they should damn well hire American’s for the jobs. 

Some of the companies have stated that American’s don’t want the jobs.  Well if the pay is at least minimum wage then I can guarantee that they will have American’s lining up at the door by the thousands.  The problem is they do not want to pay a decent wage so they send the jobs overseas.  It is all about the profit.  Greed is what has caused the down fall of our Economy and caused the housing mess. Even banks and state governments have sent jobs overseas. 

Please send a message to our new President about this problem. Spread the word in blogs, chat rooms and by email until something is done to fix this.  Our country is going down the drain and if we don’t stand up and fight it will never be fixed.  Thanks.  I have put the contact information below for you to send a message to President Obama.

The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. NW, Washington, DC 20500

Phone; 202-456-1111, Fax; 202-456-2461

You can also find him on Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter.

Back in the 60’s when I was a very young girl I would spend two weeks each summer with my Paternal Grandparents in rural Heard County.  From where they lived I could walk to the Alabama line.  The nearest town was Franklin Georgia which was about seven miles away. 

From the end of my visit until I returned Little Murr (short for little Mother) would save all the Reader’s Digest and Christian magazines for me to read. I have always been a book worm and would go crazy without something to read.  I would spend hours in the old swing on the front porch reading.  I would have a glass of iced tea or lemonade on the old crossed leg table beside the swing.  The only sounds were the birds, a Bob White, and the buzzing of insects.

During this particular summer one of the Reader’s Digest I was reading had an article on UFO’s.  I knew what UFO’s were from all the horror movies on TV but until that day I did not know they were real.  Images of evil aliens or monsters pouring out of UFO’s filled me with fear.  I quickly put it out of my mind when my cousin Garrett dropped by.

The only things on my mind when I went into the outhouse the next day were spiders, wasp, and snakes.  Those were three things I did not want to share the outhouse with.  I had just settled down to do my business when suddenly a loud sound came from outside.  I realized the noise was coming from above me.  My first thought was a plane was about to land in the backyard then another thought popped into my head.  It had to be a UFO!  I pulled up my underwear and slammed open the door of the outhouse.  I ran for the house, screaming and the entire time looking up into the sky.  That is until I ran smack into the back of the house.  I bounced off the wall and fell flat on my back.  While I lay there fighting to get my breath back into my lungs I spotted the helicopter I mistook for a UFO. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone why I really screamed so I told them a snake had been in the outhouse.  Right then and there I made a vow to lay off the horror movies for a few years.

In a recent post I used the term “crazy as a Betsy Bug”.  One of my readers left a comment asking “what is a Betsy Bug?”   Well a Betsy Bug is a Bess Beetle.  In the South we also call them pinching bugs. We have our own language down here. For instance Chiggers are red bugs to us.  We use the word tote instead of carry.  We have yards instead of lawns and porches instead of decks.  The outhouse was a parlor.  We don’t have many of those any more, thank God.  We still say ain’t unless there is a teacher around or we are applying for a job. 

I remember going to Grandma’s house on Sunday. Before we were out of the car she would holler (yell)” have ya’ll been to bread”?  That means have you eaten yet?  She would cook big butterbeans, cornbread, crackling bread, fried chicken, and on the side would be hoop cheese and onion.  Sometimes she would make Polk salad, but I stayed away from that stuff.  It can kill you if it’s not cooked right. We would drink sweet iced tea and buttermilk.  It was so good it would make your tongue slap your brains out.  We were so hungry our stomach was kissing our back bone.  If my cousin Butch (Wayne) was there shooting off firecrackers it would make me as nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rockers.  We love those sayings.

Well ya’ll I’m fixin to (about to) go heat up some hoecake and collards. Yummm!

I used to go to night classes at the Technical School which was about twenty five miles from my house.  Back then my car was really old and would brake down on me a lot.  I didn’t want to make the drive by myself.  I decided to ask around and try to find someone who would want to ride to school and back with me.  I got lucky and found a brother and sister who needed a ride to school and back.  It was fate that Doyle and Patty were looking for someone who they could ride to school with.  This helped them and me.  We became friends and enjoyed the rides together.

One night I went to pick them up as usual but they were not quite ready.  They asked me to come in and have some coffee while I waited for them.  It was a cold night and the hot coffee warmed me up.  After about ten minutes they were ready to go.

On the way to school we noticed an odd noise coming from under the hood of the car.  The car was not acting up in any way so I kept going.  Soon we pulled into the parking lot of the school.  We then parted ways and went to our classes.

I could not concentrate on my classes that night.  I was worried that something was seriously wrong with my car.  Finally it was time to go home.  Once we were in the car I started it up and listened for the noise.  All we could hear was the regular motor sound.  When we were almost out of town the noise began again.  I decided to turn around and try to make it back to the truck stop about a quarter mile back.  When we were almost there the car died.  Doyle got out and opened the hood.  As soon as he lifted the hood he found Martha, their best laying hen.  She had been riding on the motor the whole time and even stayed there while we were in school.  Doyle called his Dad who came for us in his truck.  Since there was only one seat in the truck I had to sit in Doyle’s lap and hold Martha the whole way home.  After her ordeal she was not in a good mood.  Every few seconds she would peck me on the arm.  I think Martha learned her lesson by going to school.  During the rest of her life she never got on a motor again.  As for the car; I had a broke belt.  I think Martha had something to do with that.