It's been a week since my last post. How time does fly. I have been very busy trying to REALLY CLEAN my house before I can't for awhile. I got off work Tuesday night and came home to a bushel of peas to shell and put up. I wasn't really tired so I thought I would stay up and get this chore done. I finished shelling the peas at 6:30 Wed morning ( I had been up since 8:30 Tues morning). I was past being sleepy so I worked the peas to put them up. Then I thought, I don't have room in the freezer, so I cleaned out the deep freezer and the fridge. Then I started cleaning the kitchen (wiping down walls, cleaning the floor by hand, etc. ) By the time I got through I was so tired I didn't even hear the phone (which was by my head) when Mike called that night.
I started on one of the back bedrooms on Thursday and finished it tonight. Let me explain. I had asked Mike to build me a bookcase in the room to put some of the books I had brought back from Mom's. He got it built but I haven't had a chance to get back there and go through the boxes that were deposited in that room. Needless to say, when I did start going through them (and rearranging furniture so it would all fit in the room), I found another box of letters, newspaper clippings, cards etc that Mom had kept. So I started going through them. My brothers would have just thrown it all out. But, in going through this I found many treasures. Among them was a handwritten copy of a letter my Grandmama Mitchell had written to the head of the Soviet Union in 1960 because of a comment he had made about her Lord. On the back of the letter she had written,"the original letter was mailed April 6th, 1960." It was a very interesting letter not only dressing down the second most powerful man in the world but also appealing to him just who this Jesus and God are and what they did for him, and asking him to consider the state of his soul. Quite a lady that one was (Mom was very much like her).
My grandfather, Bozo, had built a house for Grandmama in Sheffield, Al. It took him many years to complete this house. He used the labor of the young men who came to court his 5 daughters (Mom included) to help him. It had 27 natural woods in it and was the most beautiful house I have ever seen (we lived there for a while as children - Greg was born while we lived there). In the box mentioned above I found a newspaper article about the house and how the people of Sheffield made fun of my grandfather for building this house and taking so long, His response was, "at least it will be paid for when I am finished." He started this house in the late 1930's. He had architectures from as far as California come to see this house. He was even offered $35,000 for just the plans. He told them they were in his head. It told how he would go to the woods, cut down the trees and take them to the mill to be cut and then to be dried. I learned some things about my grandfather that I didn't know from that article. I remember moving into that house. I was 5 years old. I loved living there with my grandparents, aunt Pat and our uncle Tom (of course Mom, Alan - the oldest, and Greg - the baby, Rex was born many years later in Fla). Many happy memories from Sheffield, Al.
Any way, I now have two rooms in my house clean and 5 more to go. I will probably get the major ones done before Wednesday, but not much rest in between. My girls are fussing at me telling me "You are going to hurt your back." My reponse, "It can't hurt much worse than it already is." Now doesn't that sound like MUZ. I will have 3 months to get over the cleaning of this house and I will come home to a clean house (and that will be worth all the work).
Until next time have a great day.
