A Dying Breed



Today I went outside and looked at my garden. EVERYTHING but the eggplant is growing. I had read that eggplant was hard to grow in anything less than “perfect” conditions,,, so I wasn’t all too upset about that. I can still transplant my squash in the eggplant box and Happy Day.

While I am out there marveling at the wonder that is “Growing” something from seed, I am thinking about how sad it is that our generation is the last of so many character shaping traditions. Our memories will be the last of stories like Pecos Bill and Paul Bunyan for anyone that is not seeking them out in vintage collections.

These stories are not told to our children the way they were told to us.

grandpa story telling

I already miss Little House on The Prairie and The Waltons. Playing outside from daylight until dark with nothing but dirt and cardboard boxes. (My brother and sisters have made some mean summer sleds with cardboard boxes back in the day.) Acting out movies like Lion King and Pocahontas. (if no one else ever did this, disregard that last sentence)Getting grounded from things like going outside (because that was what we waited for every school day. Get home and get outside for as long as possible before you had to go in) or Television. T.V. used to be a privilege, and it had to be off by 8. Now they are on everyday, all day, everywhere. With internet, texting, tablets, etc no one cares if they’re grounded from the T.V.

 Parents and grandparents that spend hours everyday making home cooked meals,


and when it was time to eat, everyone ate, together, at the table.

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If you couldn’t say anything nice, you didn’t say anything (or you got to choose between a Penny Loafer or a Willow Limb). Board Game Nights with the family. Landline phones and having to have an actual conversation with people instead of 3 line back and forth texts. Smokey and the Bandit. Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. Reading Rainbow. Boom-boxes. Cassette Tapes. VHS. Shining Time Station. Muppets.

Back porch Pickin’.

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This one really disturbs me. It brings back some of my best memories of childhood. Most of our grandparents seem to have been born with skills to aid in every aspect of living. They can grow and raise their own food. They can cure most any ailment with at home remedies that seem to have been passed down from the Gods they are so ridiculous, but more often than not achieve the desired relief. They can take apart and rebuild anything with just scraps of whatever’s in the shed. Make their own clothes. Have an Endless supply of old down home recipes that we remember from childhood but rarely see anymore. Finally, they could entertain themselves. So many of our grandparents play an instrument or sing. I love when my mamaw calls over her brothers and cousins. 5 guitars and banjos.

Everything is Happy.

So few of us have taken interest at all in any of these skills our grandparents were given by their grandparents, and maybe even generations before. How many of our kids will know how to sew? Make bread? Plant a Garden and live from it? Can fruits and vegetables. I don’t even know how to can anything, but rest assured, I’ve already asked my mamaw to teach me, and my boys will learn. Our kids will know nothing of hard work and labor.

All of these things that made our generation and our previous generations what we are, will have died with us.

old time car wreck

Its crazy to think that something as simple as growing a tomato plant can turn your whole world upside down. You’ve created life. That is an amazing feeling. Our grandparents knew what it was all about. They knew the rewarding  feeling of being self sufficient and living as one with the Earth. We do not need all of this technology. I do not need this blog. Its actually kind of ironic that I am submitting into the wireless universe a blog on why we are better off without said “wireless universe”. Ironic or not, if this helps one person to use less energy. If one person decides they don’t need to watch television tonight. If only one person attempts to trace their roots, learn about their ancestors and learn about themselves, I will still consider this a non technological triumph in this super technological world.

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First personal entry.


Recently, in the wake of the Boston Marathon Bombings, I was seeing a lot of Anti-Muslim shares on my facebook feed. A few clicks and a few “unfriends” later I just felt like deleting the people sharing those posts was not enough. Of course, Initiate Rant Phase. It wasn’t until my mother messaged me suggesting my posts were becoming a little too “loud” (referring to my use of the words “idiots” and “uneducated”), that it dawned on me.


So to wordpress I surfed and recovered my first and only blog. Just one post. I had obviously just been lied to. Something of a trust issue was the recurring theme. I decided to trash that one and just start completely anew. So here I am. At midnight, adding my first personal blog, about blogging. The world is as it should be.

Sometimes I just feel like going off. This will be my open door, when I am trapped by emotions. This will be my medicine when life brings me down. An airport for my thoughts. Sending them out to unknown destinations just for the thrill of the release. I don’t care who it reaches, I just hope it reaches someone. This will just be ME. I will no doubt blog when I’m upset or angry, why else have one? Am I right? But I love so many things. Things that beautify your life, make you content in your life. I love DIY anything and there will be a lot of that…Not only in the craft section under Brain Food, but all throughout the gardening sections.

Pretty much if I think its interesting to me, I’m going to blog about it. I can think of so many things right off the top of my head and don’t know how I will ever get to all of them. But here’s to the beginning, of hopefully a long, fulfilling journal of my life. My Path.