I'm not new at this blogging stuff. As a matter-of-fact, I have two other blogs that were created a long time ago..but I can't access either one of them because my email server changed from Alltel to Windstream...so every time I try to log in to them,  my "new password" gets sent to the "old email" that doesn't exist. Oh well....that being the case, I'll start anew.   I have nothing spectacular to say at the moment. ...but when I do, you can be sure that I'll type it here. :)

 I grew up in a small community called "Providence." It was and is a special place to me. I wish there was a way to show you and let you experience the inside of my heart and mind when I remember the things from Providence. If I could show you, it would look sort of  like a rainbow...and little purple flowers in green grass... and a little rooster with colorful feathers..and an old schoolhouse with a big hall in the middle of the building and bulletin boards with Halloween decorations all over them... and classrooms in the schoolhouse with  big windows covering almost one whole wall ...and an old squash shed with lots of people working around it...and an old blue metal building store with a candy shelf right in front of the counter and a man with a gold tooth who owned the store would be pumping gas into an old red Impala...and an old rock church house with a bunch of steps that went up to the front door and a picture of Jesus in the front...and strawberry fields and zinnias. It would look like so many people that I love...but who aren't there anymore. It would look like my grandma's house at Christmas...with a gold, plastic Santa on the fireplace mantle...and there'd be apples and oranges on her porch...and when you walked up to the back door,the fragrance of those apples and orange, mingled with the sent of hickory wood, would be the first thing you noticed. But that's not all.  If you could taste the tastes in my mind and heart, you would taste chocolate and strawberries, beef stew, biscuits and gravy, fried chicken and fried catfish, BBQ Fritos and Dr. Pepper and ham sandwiches...and lemons with salt...and cake....and grapes...and fried potatoes and pinto beans with onions and cornbread...and Yarnell's Chocolate Ice Cream. If my memories had smells, they'd smell like fresh cut hay, plowed dirt, stock ponds, rain, hyacinths, jonquils, tomatoes, bacon, chalk, crayons, old leather, tobacco, lemons and pink mimosa blossoms :)      But, it's impossible for you to see/taste/or smell what I did. Maybe.

We'll see though. Who knows? You might just get a little glimpse or taste. I'll try to give it to you. :)