As I see it


Not many weeks ago, I fussed about the cold weather bothering my plants and how uncomfortable the cold was. I wished for warmer weather and some sunshine. I was not alone because I heard a number of people doing the same thing.
We quickly got warmer weather and some sunshine. In fact we got some hot weather. A man told me last week that he was ready for October and I agreed. This just goes to show that the Lord of the universe cannot please everyone. My mother would have chastised me for wishing time away. All of us, including me, need to learn to live one day at a time and enjoy what God gives us.
I have also listened to the battle of the rain for awhile. I commented to some folks Sunday about the amount of rain we had gotten and a person told me his garden needed rain. Others said maybe you ought to go back and check your soil. We just find it real hard being satisfied.
This coming Sunday is Father’s Day. I realize those of us of the male gender take a beating sometimes and I am sure a lot of men deserve it. Dead-beat dads make me sick. Anyone who brings life into the world ought to support that child not only with the necessary material things needed but with their love and encouragement. There is a big difference in being a birth father and in being a “father.” Children need and cry out for a “father.”
I am happy to say that I believe I had the best father anyone could want. My father’s love could never be questioned. His love for us was unconditional. He loved us when we were not very lovable at times. He was a workaholic because he grew up that way. His father died when he was five-years-old and he said it was at that age that he took on many responsibilities around the home. I suppose he never quit working until his health failed. He was determined to provide his family the necessary physical needs.
Daddy was a very easy-going person who never raised his voice. I have always been amazed at that since he was of Irish decent. My question has always been “what happened to me?”
I let my Irish blood take control sometimes more than I like. Daddy’s philosophy toward his children was simply “do right.” He never fussed or threatened or used punishment other that to look very disappointed when things did not go well. The only threat I ever heard from him was, “If you do something and get put in jail, don’t call me because I will be too embarrassed to come.”
My mother said he would have but I was not quite so sure and never tried it.
I have nothing but happy memories of my father and am thankful for them.

A trip back in time

How long has it been since you heard these sayings,

· Don’t turn the radio on now. I want the battery to be up when the Grand Ole Opry comes on.

· Go out to the well and draw a bucket of water for me to wash dishes in.

· Be sure to fill the lamp this morning so we don’t have to do that tonight in the dark.

· You boys stay close by, the car may not start and I will need your help to push it off.

· Let me know when the Watkins Man comes by because I need a bottle of liniment.

· Soak your foot in this pan of coal oil so that cut won’t get infected.

· Just because I got bit by a chicken snake why do I have to put my foot in coal oil?

I hope each of you are having a good week and enjoying the sun. Remember to slow down driving and save some gasoline and lives as well. Also remember to attend the church of your choice on Sunday.
Billy McCord is a retired school administrator and an Elder in the United Methodist Church. He is Pastor of Shady Grove UM Church in Calhoun County and is President of the Calhoun County School Board. Contact him at P.O. Box 337, Bruce, MS or

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