Dad and I talked with one another on the phone today. His weak voice was filled with love and affection. We talked of work on the farm. Picking cotton, cutting tobacco and “cooking it” in the barns. He worked hard my Dad. Plowing behind mules that when they did their business you just paused and then kept going and plowed it right in the field. “It was good for the field.”
You moved the cows from pasture to pasture. You planted something different to let the ground rest or put what you took from the ground back into the soil. My Dad knew the land. He knew the place he lived in. He knew the mules and cows. Why, he even called some of those animals that died long ago by name.
My uncles and he would draw water from the well for the family and the livestock. “That well never run dry, fella, even when we’d had no rain for a long time. And the water it was always clear and cold.”
It crosses my mind often that my Dad and his family knew the place they lived in well. Oh, I haven’t told you about the neighbors that “hoped” one another. “Son, we would have a party and there would be food, games, wrestling and dancing while we worked pulling peanuts on the vine, till it was all done. We knew one another and loved each other.” My Dad knew his neighbors.
“We didn’t have church every week. The preacher would come to preach once a month. He had rounds. (other churches to preach at) Once a neighbor convinced Mama (my grandmother) to come visit their church. When we walked in they stuck a big ole snake in her face and said if you don’t hold this snake, you’re going to hell. Mama told ’em, ‘if you don’t get that snake out of my face, I’m gonna beat the hell out of you.”
His voice got weak and teary and he was tired. He told me again, he loved me and was praying for me. I can’t hardly wait to talk with him tomorrow.
6 thoughts on “Talking with Daddy today”
Love hearing stories about your Dad! They’re also among my favorite sermon illustrations when you preach. I enjoy your reminiscing of fond memories growing up in an agrarian culture when life was more simple (not easier; it was hard work – but simpler) and people appreciated fewer things as opposed to taking for granted many things. Kindly neighbors and Southern hospitality that rendered a home town one big extended family make us wonder how we’ve strayed so far into an age of entitlements where some folks, content to be dependent upon others, don’t recognized the value of work and where fewer people speak with one another, opting instead to stare at tiny screens or preferring to text rather than engage in face to face conversation and share life together – real life; not just images and posts on an iphone (though I’ll admit; I benefit from our current technological devices too). I look forward to reading your future blog posts featuring wisdom and reflections drawn from conversations with you and your Dad.
You are a great son!!! Appreciate u
Thanks Mark! A high tech world requires a high touch community.
Keeping you and your family in my prayers as always Pastor. P.S. I finally made a blog, now just have to learn how to use it 🙂
Thanks Keith! Look forward to following your blog.