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GO FOR A RUN IN THE RAIN!

This has been a hectic week for the Brewers. After a week of company we had to make a three hour drive last Sunday to watch an old and dear friend, Mr. Prentice Holder celebrate his 100th birthday Monday in Baytown Texas. We enjoyed visiting our daughter, Lisa and granddaughter, Emma before another three hour drive home Tuesday.

Rain has been our constant companion this month and Wednesday morning I went fishing with John Sommers and it started a light rain and he asked me if I was ready to go in and I said no. Less than five minutes later the rain was so heavy you could not see 50 feet and we raced through the rain to my boat house and got soaked. During the trip back the rain was painful hitting our faces and when we got inside the boat house we both had a long laugh.

Fishing was terrible as the lake is above full and the water is muddy. So far this month we have had over 17.5 inches of rain, golf was near impossible, as I said fishing was no good and we had over 7 inches of rain just this week. When I got up this morning I was tired and a little despondent with the exception of a wonderful birthday party and a chance to see our siblings, this week was a bummer.

So I decided to take some time to read some 200 E messages that I received in the last two days and thankfully found the following message from my friends, Mike & Emma Cobb. Reading the story below made me realize how lucky I am to still just be alive.

It made me remember the events in my life with children and how fragile and inquisitive they can be. In addition to having 44 children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, I have a 10 year old pen-pal in Pennsylvania, Miss Emily Perser.   

I have no idea who wrote this message or if it is actually true. It did impact me to share this with as many people as possible and it put a smile back on my old wrinkled face. I hope you will smile, remember your events with children and have a wonderful day. The sun just came out here for the first time in five days, what a happy event. C Brewer  

A MOM RESPONDS TO HER DAUGHTER.

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of Wal-Mart.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, ‘Mom let’s run through the rain,’ She said.

‘What?’ Mom asked.

‘Let’s run through the rain!’ She repeated.

‘No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit,’ Mom replied.

This young child waited a minute and repeated: ‘Mom, let’s run through the rain….’

‘We’ll get soaked if we do,’ Mom said.

‘No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,’ the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

‘This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?

”Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘ If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything!

The entire crowd stopped dead silent… I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain… We all stood silently. No one left. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

‘Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD lets us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,’ Mom said.

Then off they ran.

We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked.

They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories…So, don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Send this to the people you’ll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you. It’s a short message to let them know that you’ll never forget them.

If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you’re in a hurry.

Take the time to live!!!

Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you’ll need each other and don’t forget to run in the rain!

Thanks Mike & Emma, you made my day!  CB

NOSTALGIA-HAVE WE IMPROVED HAPPINESS?

My wonderful friend Connie E sent me this message that brought back some real memories. I was born in 1930 and I have adjusted some of the measurements to reflect actual comparisons to my life experiences. I have no idea who compiled this but they had to have been near my age. Thanks Connie. C Brewer  

‘Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?’

‘We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,’ I informed them. 

‘All the food was slow.’

‘C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?’

‘It was a place called ‘at home,” I explained!

‘Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’ I was reminded that children in China were starving so be happy to eat your greens and liver.

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

My Dad never owned a home in his 83 years. He never wore a pair of blue jeans, never went fishing, never played golf and a Mexican border town was his only venture in another country. My mother got her first pair on Levis at 85 when she moved to east Texas.

Folks back them did not have credit cards. You had Sears Roebuck, other large retailers and gasoline credit cards that were only good at that specific business. I was nearly 30 before I ever got a “credit card”.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). When I was 12 and wanted a new bike my dad co-signed a note at the bicycle shop for $52 that I paid $1 a week for a year.

My family never had a television and I was married, a father and 19 before I bought a 12” TV on credit.  

It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and weather, featuring local people. For the first few months it on only three hours a day and three days a week.

I was 25 and in New York before I tasted my first pizza, it was called ‘pizza pie.’ It was not in Texas yet.

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line. When I bought our house here in east Texas in 1983 we got the first push button phone in Sabine County. We still have very limited cell service and had none until some 12 years ago.

When I was a boy the only thing delivered to the house was ice and milk and in urban areas only mail was delivered. Mail delivery is not available to our house even today. We drive 7.5 miles to our P.O. Box.

When I was a boy all newspapers were delivered by boys and because my Dad was the dealer my brother and I delivered newspapers. When I was nine I wanted to have a paper route and I arose at 5am to make deliveries seven days a week. My mother stopped this, but at 12 it was mandatory and until I was 15 it was morning and afternoon and you collected on Saturday. My pay was $3 a week.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren.

Someone recently brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, do you know what this was? I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to ‘sprinkle’ clothes with because we didn’t have steam irons. Today most homes don’t even have ironing boards Man, I am old.

How many of the following do you remember?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.

Ignition switches on the dashboard.

Heaters mounted on the inside of the car fire wall.

Real ice boxes.

Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.

Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.

Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Rubber guns.

No Robo calls 20 times a day

Try This Older Than Dirt Quiz:

Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom.

  1. Blackjack chewing gum
  2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
  3. Candy cigarettes
  4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
  5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside jukeboxes
  6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
  7. Party lines on the telephone
  8. 8 Newsreels before the movie
  9. P.F. Flyers
  10. Butch wax
  11. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (There were only 3 channels… [If you were fortunate])
  12. Peashooters
  13. Howdy Dowdy
  14. 45 RPM records
  15. S&H green stamps
  16. Hi-fi’s
  17. Metal ice trays with lever
  18. Mimeograph paper
  19. Blue flashbulb
  20. Packard’s
  21. Roller skate keys
  22. Telephone operators
  23. Drive-ins
  24. Studebakers
  25. Wash Tub Wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = you’re still young

If you remembered 6-10 = you are getting older

If you remembered 11-15 = don’t tell your age,

If you remembered 16-25 = you’re older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt but “memories” are some of the best parts of my life and one of the few things that are tax free. I doubt that my kids, grandkids or great grandkids would agree or even believe these some of these things actually happened to me or in my lifetime. I doubt that more than 2 or 3 of the 44 of them will actually read this because it did not automatically appear on their i phones/pads.

Don’t forget to pass this along! Especially to all of you’re really OLD friends. 

C Brewer

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