Sitting On Ready

My Grandmother was sitting on ready. She loved to travel, it didn't matter if it was by car, train or plane. But if she ever went somewhere by plane she wanted the plane to have four engines, and years later it was only by jet.

Her suitcase was always sitting in her closet waiting and ready should someone invite her to go somewhere with them.

She would just throw in a few of her clothes and put her belt around her suitcase and out the door she would go.

Seniors Speak Out

Seniors Speak Out

Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for
every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real
or imaginary. We take responsibility for all we have
done and do not blame others.

BUT, upon reflection, we would like to point out that
it was NOT the senior citizens who took:

The melody out of music,
The pride out of appearance,
The romance out of love,
The commitment out of marriage,
The responsibility out of parenthood,
The togetherness out of the family,
The learning out of education,
The service out of patriotism,
The religion out of school,
The Golden Rule from rulers,
The nativity scene out of cities,
The civility out of behavior,
The refinement out of language,
The dedication out of employment,
The prudence out of spending, or
The ambition out of achievement,

And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated
patience and tolerance from personal relationships and
interactions with others!!

Does anyone under the age of 50 know the lyrics to the
Star Spangled Banner? Just look at the Seniors with
tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they
stand at attention with their hand over their hearts!

Remember.......Inside every older person is a younger
person wondering what the heck happened!~~~~~
YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN!
The life of the party...even if it only lasts until 8 p.m.

I'm very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.

I'm usually interested in going home
before I get to where I am going.

I'm awake many hours before my
 body allows me to get up.

I'm smiling all the time because
I can't hear a thing you're saying.

I'm very good at telling stories;
over and over and over and over...

I'm aware that other people's grandchildren
 are not as cute as mine.

I'm so cared for -- long term care, eye care,
private care, dental care.~~~~~
I'm not grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting,
crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, Toyota
commercials, Tom Brokaw, Dan Rather, barking dogs,
politicians and a few other things I can't remember.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a secure place.

I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.

I'm having trouble remembering simple words like.......

I'm realizing that aging is not for wimps.

I'm sure they are making adults much younger these
days, and when did they let kids become policemen?

I'm wondering, if you're only as old as you feel, how
could I be alive at 150?

I'm a walking storeroom of facts.....
I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and...
I think I am having the time of my life!

~ Stan Nemeth ~

Source: mamarocks.com

Grandmother's New Dress

My Grandmother was a little German lady that had a lot of pep in her step. She was always busy doing something.

She was about four foot tall and short waisted and thus it became hard for her to find clothes that would match her figure.

She loved to sew her clothes because she would know where to change the pattern to match her figure, but one day she was in a hurry and went out and purchased a new dress from the local Dress Shop in Town.

When she got home she got out her sewing basket and started to alter her new dress to fit her. She worked on her new dress all afternoon. And after supper she worked on it a little more.

She later came into the Living Room to visit with the family and we assumed that she had completed the dress to her satisfaction.

When it became our bed time we kids went to bed while mom, dad and grandmother stayed up for a while longer.

The next morning mom called us for breakfast and after breakfast it was my job to take out the garbage before going off to school. To my surprise in the top of the garbage can outside was my Grandmother's new dress. Thinking that she had meant to take out her trash and probably forgot that she had dropped the dress inside, I brought it back into the house.

If looks could kill, I would be dead. She quickly yanked the garment out of my hand and I never saw it again. I mean never again, not in her closet, on her person, or even in her garbage.

Knowing my Grandmother, she probably burned it.

Looking For A Gentleman..,

Many years ago when I was a young lad, my Grandmother wanted me to go to the Post Office with her to see if a letter had come from one of her daughters.

She was excited about getting this letter because it would have her plane tickets for her to go to her home for three months. She had been at our home for about that many months and she was getting restless to move on to visit another daughter.

Any trip anywhere with Grandmother was a challenge because you never knew what she would do to embarrass me. She thought if she could embarrass me, that she was having a little fun at my expense.

It was starting to to get old and I didn't want to go but it always seemed that lately everyone else got so busy that it only left me to be the one to go.

My dad's store was on one end of town and the Post Office was on the other end of town on the opposite side of the railroad tracks that ran through out town.

I figured that if I stayed just a little bit ahead of her that if she tried to do anything funny to embarrass me that I would be in front of her and I would not be seeing what she would be doing. We got to the Post Office without a single hitch. The Post Office sat on a hill on it's own street and it had wide white marble steps in front with a wide had rail going to the top.

Grandmother speaks up to let me know what she intends to do while I go in and check our mail box for her letter. She lets me know that she is going to have a seat on the front steps and rest while I go in and check the mail. I know this sounds simple enough, but you don't know my Grandmother, Her name should be head Prankster. The the other shoe finally fell, I am going to sit here and wait for a nice gentleman to help me up. This would have all been fine if she hadn't of let her slip show about six inches below her dress hem, knowing that this would embarrass me.

I go into the Post Office and check our mail and the box is full and I go to the window to get the mail.
Thank goodness we have an Uncle that works here and after I get the mail I ask can I talk with my Uncle Stump. He come over to the window and I explain the situation with my Grandmother and ask him can he let me slip out the back door.

Thankfully, he let me out the back door and after I get across the street I call out to my Grandmother who has found a Gentleman to help her up. Come on I've got the letter you were wanting as I waited for her to catch up to me.

I was thankful that her ticket had come and that soon she would be leaving to go and embarrass my cousins up north.

Momma And Daddy With Lucy And Juanita

This picture is of mother, daddy, Juanita and Lucy when we lived in Banks County, we always referred to the place as, "The Country".

Joe Waters And Children

We 5 children and daddy, Joe Waters, Lucy holding Palmer, Susan, Oliver and Juanita

Elizabeth Beard Dobbs

MRS. DOBBS
            Former nurse, teacher

 COMMERCE - Mrs. Elizabeth Beard Dobbs, 87, died Monday, March 6, 
 2000, at St. Mary's Hospital, Athens, following an extended illness.
 Mrs. Dobbs was a daughter of the late Wilburn and Lucy Hamilton Beard.

 She had worked as a private duty nurse, caring for newborn babies 
 and new mothers, and later became a kindergarten and day care 
 teacher. Mrs. Dobbs was the founder of the Literacy Program for 
 Jackson County, receiving much recognition for her achievements.
 She was preceded in death by her husband, Lilburn Dobbs.
 Funeral services will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, March 9, in the 
 chapel of Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce, with Robert Eberhert and 
 Richard Gasser officiating. Burial will be in Jackson Memorial Gardens, Commerce.
 Mrs. Dobbs is survived by a sister and brother-in-law, Pauline and 
 Joe Waters, Commerce; sister, Glynn Dalen, Holiday, Tenn.; and several nieces 

 and nephews.
 The family was to have received friends from 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday at the funeral home. 

 Ivie Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements. The Jackson Herald, March 8, 2000