This little clipping reminds me of the time I was letting a table of preschoolers use scissors. The plan was to ‘feed the monster’, a shoe box decorated with a monster face with an opening for his mouth in which the children were to put paper ‘cuttings’ into his mouth. Cutting with scissors is such a huge developmental milestone and it is not something that comes naturally.
But for one little boy(we’ll call him Abe), cutting was his strength. Abe was so into the activity that he started growling to the monster. Happy to encourage his imagination, I went along with it as did the other children around the table. After all, our scissors were safety scissors so not worried about them cutting their clothing and we had much prior discussion on never cutting hair. Much to my surprise, Abe reached across the table and snipped the finger of one of the little girls, creating instant screaming and panic. He had succeeded in snipping her finger enough to warrant a phone call to the parents as I wasn’t quite sure amid the bloodshed and extreme tears whether it needed stitches or not. All ended well. Thank heavens mom was a nurse.
These days, we feed the monster with torn paper.
Sharing some of my week in photos to finish off this week’s Inez’s Clippings. Have a wonderful first week of autumn!!
Just as I was about to hit Publish on Monday morning, I got a phone call from mother. My uncle had passed overnight. Only son, brother, bachelor, uncle, cousin and Vietnam Vet to the Hunter clan. Before we lay him to rest this morning, I found an additional clipping in the Inez stash and I wanted to share it. I visualize her and her loving personality with her only son as I read it. I have posted about Neal before here. Rest in Peace Uncle Neal!
in which my great great grandfather was a charter member,
and past this farm,
you’ll come to Mt. Olive Baptist Church. It was here that my grandfather was ordained as a minister in 1886. He was 39 years of age at the time and served as a pastor here 2 different times. The Versailles Statesman published that as of 1927, he’d married 125 couples, as well as conducted 225 funerals. I wonder how there could have survived all these years 2 Baptist churches so close to each other. This one was originally a log school house but burned and was rebuilt by 1914. It sure wasn’t a good-paying occupation as in 1912 the salary was $100.00 per year, payed by the quarter. No wonder they had to farm as well as be pretty much indispensable for weddings and funerals, prayer meetings, Sunday School, Sunday services and don’t forget the Revivals and Camp Meetings. Not to mention offering various sorts of family counseling for the sick or homebound, marriage counseling, excessive alcohol consumption or treatment of family or neighbors — some of these you certainly didn’t discuss in those days. Such a full time job for so little. As you ponder these things, I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the photos we took as we wandered around the church yard.
I have the pleasure of sharing with you some names of my family members this post. I wonder what You think of when your hear some of them?
My most favorite attention getter is the name of my Great Grandmother who happened to claim native American heritage. She was Josephine Cinderella Crabtree Kirby. You can’t make up some of this stuff. She had 9 children and lived to the age of 99. Some claim 100 but we didn’t have her birth certificate. I was only 14 when she passed but she was Such an inspiring Christian woman. If you are getting ready to write a book, I’d recommend this attention-getter name.. Being as we are writing during the A to Z April Blog Challenge, this came to mind seeing so many aspiring writers.
Never fear, I will Not be one of those “writers”.
Back to the names, one of Great Grandma’s daughters was my beloved Great Aunt Zula. She taught me crochet. She lived to be 101. I aspire to live that long and spread the joy of crochet as she did. We were pen pals until she moved back to Missouri from California in the 70’s. It was then during a family gathering that she sat me down with a crochet hook and yarn (both from her stash) and blessed me with the skill that is my favorite relaxation technique to date.
Mind you, I am in no way poking fun at names. I have a name 9 – NINE – NINE letters long. Do you know how long it took me to learn to spell that??? Kindergarten was a nightmare. I didn’t have preschool like we do today, and kindergarten was a new thing around here and only half days. That’s probably no excuse. I was probably bored and exuding a Randall attitude. But I would never be one to make fun of a name for the record.
Some other memorable names in no particular order:
Eileen (my mom)
Barbara ( I wanted my sister to be a Renee, Now we can’t imagine a world without our loveable Barbie)
Kirsten (I kept the faith with my youngest daughter. Do you know how many ways you can mispronounce her name? I’m lucky she still loves me )
Evette (All the grandmothers would be proud of my sister’s choice for her baby girl)
Ok now for the men
Then there are Facebook friends lists. Now That is a place to name shop. Mammoth choices!
In conclusion, if you are having a baby and have not yet chosen a name, here are some choices that you may not have heard recently – or at all – and you won’t have to worry about anyone else having that name in your child’s class.