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What's happening to people in the world 5-22-04
Everyone listens to the radio and the news. Some people even look forward to watching the evening news and finding out about the people in the world. I guess some could say news makes the world go around. It is not often that people hear the nice stuff people do on the news and it gives everyone the impression that the world has gone bad. I think that people want to hear the bad because it puts their life into a better perpective. I know that the news would not be as interesting if you didnt hear of the bad. Today I listened for good things to be said and I did not hear one good thing. Everything was sad and depressing. Either people were getting killed or kids were getting attacked by animals. Why is the animal issue on the news here lately? Well they are trying to make people think that certain animals are a danger to children. This can be true to some aspect. If you raise a dog from a puppy and treat it like a dog;teach it obedience and how to mind the dog should be a good dog. If you have a dog and treat it as if it were human; you will have a spoiled dog who may be jealous and bite. If you treat a dog by kicking it and hurting it well we know what will happen then. It will bite whoever whenever. Children do not understand that animal have feelings too and do not enjoy hugs or punches. They do not like to wrestle and sometime they have pains like we do. They have toothaches, headaches, tummy aches and so forth. I also heard that a child was attacked by an alligator. What was this child doing around an alligator. They prey on meat and will eat anything they can catch. I think alot of bad happens in our world due to lack of knowledge about why things happen and what could happen. If more good news was on we could focus on how everyone can learn to not be in harms way. At least try to be careful around other people and animals.

My Grandmother
My grandmother, Rachel Garrett, was born at Rowdy in 1912. She spent her first five years with her parents until her mother died of an illness unknown to me.
      She then went to live with her aunt and uncle and began her new life. She grew to love them like mother and father.
     When she reached the age to marry , she met a man named Purda Stacy. They moved to Ary, Ky. and had seven children. She called my grandfather " careless"  because he was forever doing dangerous deeds. He claimed he had nine lives.
     While my grandmother was pregnant with her seventh child he died in an accident.His family thought with him gone that my grandmother could not raise seven children by herself.
     This is when another life began for her. She became a nurse's aide at the Homeplace Clinic. She worked long hard hours and raised her children. All seven of them attended college and graduated with some sort of degree.Needless to say she was so proud.
     My grandmother retired from University of ky hospital.She spent the rest of her last days with her children, She died on October 14, 2003. She is buried at Ary, Ky behind the homeplace beside of her husband. They are now together after 58 years of separation.
     She will be missed as she was a good friend to her family. She was a person you could count on to be there whenever you needed anything. She could do anything. I will miss her pancakes, her advice but most of all I will miss her. As a child I can remember her telling me that she saw something tonight that she would never get over and I would say "Whats that Grandma" and she would say " the moon". We would laugh and go to sleep happy. Happy describes my grandmother because she was a humorous person.

I Never Knew Grandpa
I never knew my grandpa and he never knew of me.
I never got to call him grandpa
I never got to sit on his knee.
Sometimes I wonder what he would have thought of me
Do I have his eyes or do I have his personality?
I never knew my grandpa and he never knew of me.
I go visit his resting place
I try to imagine him, his face
A part of me is missing when I think of him
There is so many questions
I wouldnt know where to begin.
I feel a special bond even though he is gone.
I never knew my grandpa and he never knew of me.
My heart will not be whole
Untill I meet him, I know.
I never knew my grandpa and he never knew of me.

Mother 5-4-04 
Her baby blue eyes were staring into her own little world.
I wondered how and why this had to be You see my mother had suffered senile demensia and gradually became a child to me
She fed her stuffed monkeys with tender loving care Talking to the dead as if they were there.
This is what the last days were like with my mother She was my best friend and she was like no other
She came from Leslie County and lived a hard life She wanted to work to help with the struggles and strifes.
She was employed by the Mount Mary Hospital as an x-ray technician and a nurse and how she had seen alot of people suffer, she had seen the worst.
My  mother was one of the smartest women I knew She would help a stranger and do whatever she could do
She said " Never turn your back on anyone for one of these days it may be God's son."
Thank you dear mother for your words of wisdom.
May someday the world come anew Untill then we will meet again.
In Memory of Hattie Collins


My mother is my friend by  4-16-04
My mother is my friend
And will be untill the end
She knows me and accepts the way that I am
She could never be replaced by any man
When I was little she was always there
She took care of me when I was sick and truly cared
My mother is one of a kind
A mother like mine is hard to find
Thankyou mother, you deserved better
I know you have been through the worst of weather
Raising kids is a hard job alone
But you always made our house a happy home
Your touch, mother meant so much to me
It showed me a vision of how you wanted me to be
I know you have done without for me to have childish toys
But LOVE you claim bought you all the joys
The love we share is like no other
For no love is greater than a daughter and a mother.
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