Not Recommended for Adults

Randy and I slept on the same mattress for 25 to 30 years. It started sagging, so I spent maybe 6 months researching new mattresses. Randy wanted to keep the old one, but reason eventually prevailed and Jackson drove across the state to get this perfect mattress, brought it home in December and Randy immediately said it was way too firm. Spent about 80 nights "breaking in" the rock hard bed and finally called the store to arrange a return.

Store acknowledges that the bed is way too firm because the foundation we bought is "not recommended for adults".

A Purdy Good Time with a Watermelon Smasher

I climbed onto the back of Doyle's motorcycle and he drawled, "What do you want?" with his deep country Tennessee accent. It was a game we played, I'd name a fruit - say, a peach - and off we'd go. I was zooming down the dirt roads of McNairy County with a teenaged neighbor who was helping us build our house at the farm. "The farm" was 100 wooded acres in McNairy County, Tennessee - a few miles outside of Bethel Springs, close to Purdy, in the county run by legendary sheriff Buford Pusser, his life later featured in the movie "Walking Tall". It was in the late 60's and I was in early high school.

That day we found peaches, berries, and a watermelon. Doyle picked the watermelon from Major Hill's garden and I held onto it as we headed off to the swimming hole. When we got there, he hoisted it above his head and slammed it onto the ground - breaking it apart into self-serve portions. All the kids came out of the pond and grabbed a piece, lowering their faces into the watermelon and wolfing it down. Afterwards, we all jumped into the pond to wash off the watermelon mess.

Prior to that, I'd only approached watermelon sliced and served on a plate with a fork, and I'd done most of my swimming in what Doyle referred to as a "mortar-bottom" pool.

Thinking of you

For the past few years, I have worked with a student who has been totally blind since birth. Recently he asked me what I think about when we're not together and I think of him.  

Naturally, I think of how he looks, his bright and beautiful face and smile, his cautious gait pattern and short strides, the way he uses his cane, his brailler and notetaker. I think of how the other students treat him, how some stare at him in the cafeteria, how frequently I find him off on the sidelines while the sighted students are playing games or copying work from the overhead.  I think of his quick mind and incredible memory, his tears of fear during a camp activity in which the students were expected to swing out holding a rope and drop into a cushioned landing pit. I think of how difficult it was for him to move from living in a trailer park on the outskirts of town to an inner city apartment. I think of his potential and all the challenges he faces.  I think of the growing trust in our relationship that enables him to venture these questions about the sighted world and the sighted mind.

I struggle to answer his question.

So I turned it on him; I asked what he thinks of when he thinks of me. 

He thinks of my voice and the stories I've told him.  He thinks of my therapy bag and all the stuff I bring in the bag. He thinks of the way I laugh.

Why I Don't Like Field Trips

8 things to consider before taking a class of students with self-regulation issues on a field trip to 6 Flags.

• Raymond might have a tantrum and pull your knit top below your left breast (where it stays unbeknownst to you) while waiting in the line for the log ride.
  
• Jason might snatch a man's wallet from his back pocket and toss all the money and cards in the air while waiting in the line for the log ride. 
• Jason might snatch a stranger girl's ice cream cone right out of her hand and start eating it while waiting in the line for the log ride.
• Jose might pull out his peetoe and stick it into a drain hole in the bottom of a large trash can and pee - near the entrance to 6 Flags.
• It might get so hot that Raymond becomes so thirsty and excited when he sees you balancing that cardboard tray of drinks that he leaps aloft and knocks the cardboard tray out of your hands spilling all the drinks into the gutter.
• Two other classmates may lose control and join Raymond on their hands and knees to slurp up the icy drinks from the gutter.
• You might lose Clinton.
• Your teacher colleague may experience a medical situation and need to leave briefly to stabilize herself while waiting in the line for the log ride.

Jumbo Corn Burger

OK - so the first meal I ever made after Randy and I got married almost 34 years ago was called "Jumbo Corn Burger".  I got it out of a cookbook of sorts - something someone cut out of "Reader's Digest" and stapled together for me as a young bride. I think it was titled "50 Ways to Cook Hamburger Meat".  Anyway I had very little cooking experience and didn't know one needed to drain grease prior to baking. So when "Jumbo Corn Burger" made it to the table and we made the initial slice, hot orange liquid shot across the table. 

We ordered pizza.

Just found this recipe on cooks.com..

Jumbo Corn Burger

1 1/2 lbs. hamburger

2 eggs

1/2 can tomato sauce (reserve 1/2)

1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce 

1/2 c. crackers, crumbled

1/4 c. green pepper, chopped

1/4 c. onion, chopped

1/2 tsp. salt

1/4 tsp. sage

Spread half mixture in pan, top with small can corn. Spread other half of mixture; top with reserved tomato sauce. Bake in 375 degree oven for 1 1/2 hours.

Randolph's Civil War Letters: The Corn Field

Randolph Marshall, from Indiana, came to Franklin County, Tennessee during the Civil War in July of 1863.  He very much admired the countryside.  More than 100 years later, his descendants also admired the countryside and bought some land, built a home and a farm.  They never knew that their ancestor had previously found this country and admired it deeply..

Tomorrow is the celebration of Lincoln's Birthday - his 200th birthday - and I spent some time this week reading Civil War letters written by my great-great grandfather, Randolph Marshall. Randolph served in the Union Army with the 22nd Indiana Volunteers. He served for over 3 years and wrote his wife 149 letters which my family kept. My Mom spent many years working with these letters and I now have a notebook with 319 typed pages of her transcriptions of these letters. 

Randolph was an eloquent learned man, a lawyer and teacher who also served as the County Clerk of Brown County, Indiana, prior to volunteering to fight in the war. After the war, he served as the school superintendent.

During the war, he walked, rode horseback, or train with his company throughout Indiana, Missouri, Arkansas, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama, and Georgia. His letters reveal his character, his principled nature, his keen eye, and his desire to reassure his wife of his well-being. Though he details harrowing personal close calls in battle, the gore of war, and the grief of the loss of friends, comrades, and family, he also provides almost a travelogue description of the countryside as he travelled.

In July of 1863, his company arrived in Winchester, Tennessee, which he describes as follows:

"The Army is still resting here at and in the neighborhood of old Winchester. The longer we remain here the better I like the place - it is clean, nice and healthy - churches are numerous, society is improving and religious privileges accessible to all... The climate must certainly be fine - the soil is of that peculiar reddish cast which we have often seen in the upland regions of the South - it however seems fertile and productive. The grain of the wheat and rye which I have examined is of the best quality. Fruit is abundant and does well. The rich coats of grass, clover and other verdure indicate a good stock growing region..... This is a pretty Tennessee town - standing on a branch of Elk River in a beautiful, extensive and fertile valley, the Cumberland mountains rising in the distance, their blue summits being clearly visible about 8 miles in our advance..." 

He describes bathing in the cold river and enjoying the abundance of fruits and vegetables, "Gardens containing onions, potatoes, peas, beans - thousands of acres of corn, wheat and oats... Our boys are well and buoyant in spirits. They are feasting on the fat of the land.." 

Sorta makes you want to go there - huh?  Well, funny, we went there last summer. My cousin lives there now, teaches school, and farms there. Randolph never returned as far as we know, but the irony of his descendants settling there is great. These are pictures we took last summer frolicking in their corn fields. The little boy is Whit, he's Randolph's  great-great-great-great grandson. He's kicking up that red dirt and feasting on the magnificent Winchester corn that Randolph described 145 years ago.  According to Google maps, it's 363 miles from Randolph's hometown in Indiana to Winchester, 6 hours by car. 

Happy Lincoln Bicentennial Birthday! 

                                                                                                                                                                                       

The New Oint

At age 2, Jackson loved diaper rash ointment.. 

Once he waddled out of the bathroom wearing just his t-shirt and started sobbing, "Mama, I don't like the new oint."  There was obvious pain in the privates area. His tears and discomfort were rapidly escalating into full-blown agony! "What new oint?" I asked with rising panic while running into the bathroom to investigate.  On the floor lay the evidence.. an open and used tube of Ben-Gay.

Thanks to Laura Grothe for suggesting this story.