the mystery of the yellow ring – Molly funny


Whose birthday was it this past week since we’re in the birthday celebrating mood recently? That would be Pretty’s dad who turned 91 (or 90 – no definitive date but what’s a year here or there among friends) on May 2nd. Last weekend Pretty and I met our granddaughters and their daddy Drew for an overnight visit in the upstate to celebrate Walker Williams who is known to his family simply as Papa. As always, the hospitality of Darlene and Dawne, their dog Gabe, and an assortment of cats made the celebration in their lovely lake home extra fun for everyone. We missed the granddaughters’ mommy Caroline who had to leave early for a wedding in her family.

four-year-old granddaughter Ella napped during an afternoon boat ride

on Lake Bowen

Nana needed her sunglasses – Naynay had sunshine on a cloudy day

(what can make me feel that way? my girls – talkin’ bout my girls)

Naynay, is this yellow thing a bracelet? asked two-year-old Molly…

outside local brewery following dinner later that evening

Hm. Better ask Neena, Naynay said

Neena, is this yellow thing a bracelet?

Molly, the hole is too small to be a bracelet for me, Neena said as Daddy smiled

oh, so this is where the yellow circles go

three cheers for the kindness of strangers

On Sunday morning, we took Papa for a birthday brunch. Molly sat at the head of the table next to her great-granddaddy who she felt obligated to entertain since older sis Ella watched “tubes” on Neena’s phone. Whenever Molly understands her behavior is inappropriate, as in throwing food she doesn’t like on the floor, she has learned to give an infectious smile and say “Molly funny.” It’s impossible not to smile back at her.

look, Papa. Molly funny

When Molly was finished, she said, All done.

And on that note, so are we – for today.

Stay tuned.

I’m with you, kid. Let’s go.


meeting Fani Willis, district attorney for Fulton County, Georgia

DA Willis was in Columbia this week for a fundraiser for her reelection campaign, and my friend Nekki got me a ticket to go with her to the event. I have the utmost admiration for Willis who has refused to be bullied by the Bully-ex-Chief of all bullies. The atmosphere at the fundraiser was upbeat, festive, and celebratory of not only our Georgia sister but also women in South Carolina who are incumbents in political offices and/or campaigning to serve. I needed a good dose of hope, and the people who surrounded me in that intimate gathering had kept hope alive.

A separate event the next day was much smaller, but no less intimate nor hopeful when Field Director Nicholaus Outen led South Carolina state senatorial candidate Francie Kleckley’s team of volunteers in an assembly line production of putting together the newly arrived yard signs followed by training us for our initial canvassing efforts in nearby neighborhoods. Time to put pedal to the metal.

“Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: ‘I’m with you, kid. Let’s go.'”

(Maya Angelou, American memoirist and poet)

Now is the time for all people of good will to come to the aid of their country. Yesterday is over and done, tomorrow is not promised, we only have today to be the change we long to see. I’m with you, kids. Let’s go.

Onward.

Hey, Girl, Hey!


Some birthdays the hits just keep on rolling. Although my actual birthday was the 21st., two nights later another Memory Maker at El Jimador in Cayce. Pretty and I met some of our Gamecock Women’s basketball buddies JD, Garner, Brian, Joan and Robert for a dinner at a – wait for it – Mexican restaurant to continue celebrating the euphoria of our third National Championship, and talking up the chances of repeating in 2025 when the Final Four returns to Tampa Bay where Pretty and I attended our first Final Four with the Gamecocks in 2015 when, alas, there was no victory to celebrate.

Garner and JD found this birthday card that reminded them of my greeting whenever I see them at the games: Hey, girls, hey!

But they also brought me a bottle of my favorite liquor for shots before the games, or really for any occasion. Silver Patro’n Tequila. (Excuse the accent mark error.) Hopefully, you already know the tequila I’m talking about. JD included a container of his famous homemade blue cheese dressing that I could almost drink by itself with or without a shot. Thankfully, I have a bag of Fritos I can dip into it for a tasty lunch today. Yummy.

Brian and Robert treated me to my favorite dinner of two cheese enchiladas with delicious rice and beans as a reward not only for a birthday but also for my win with Pretty for the most repeat viewings of the 2024 championship victory over Iowa in the past two weeks. Our number was 5, but Garner and JD weren’t far behind with 3. If anyone can top 5, please let me know. Coaches and players can’t participate in the contest!

In June of 1967 I was already a sports fan even as I contemplated my graduation in two months from the University of Texas at Austin. This random picture recently came out of the blue to me from another UT friend who lives in Wyoming now. She and I were visiting my grandparents in Richards, Texas. Their house is in the background of this picture of me with my parents’ bird dog puppy Seth. The house no longer is there – it burned to the ground many years ago. I recognize the Texas sweatshirt – they came in all colors, and I had bought this blue one since I already had several orange ones. Check out the vanilla jeans, a wardrobe necessity for me.

That twenty-one-year-old young woman could never have imagined the twists and turns her life would take in the next fifty-seven years, but she would always remember her family on every birthday, holiday, and days in between because she still felt their love from deep in her heart.

Maybe she should write a book about that time, the place and her people. Oh, that’s right. She did. Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing.

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Stay tuned for next post: Meeting a Shero!

let them eat cake


birthday cake from Pretty shared with granddaughters and their parents

four-year-old Ella sat on table for better position near cake

icing the best part of the birthday cake – Yummy!

Birthday #78 started with a wonderful surprise in our yard when Pretty asked me first thing in the morning, have you seen the Happy Birthday yard sign? to which I responded, no, but let me look. When I opened the front door, I couldn’t believe my eyes! I went outside to take a picture and saw that one of our good friends for many years, Chuck Archie, had made the colorful wondrous birthday wishes and delivered them like Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or the tooth fairy during the night for me to see when I woke up. Heartfelt thanks to Chuck for making such a festive gesture – it’s a real memory maker for me – I will smile whenever I think of his kindness.

I had a personal Happy Place on my birthday yesterday, a space created by the many texts, Facebook messages, and cyberspace greetings. From childhood friends and family in Texas to friends and family in South Carolina to blogging friends around the world, I will treasure the warm feelings of love your words gave me. I am, indeed, a fortunate woman.

While the day was extraordinary for me and Pretty, some things remained the same.

Carl and Charly had their regular posts next to my favorite chair in the den

Thank you all for hanging in with us.

who wins the Race of Life?


the fastest?

slow and steady?

What words of Wisdom do you have for your followers, Old Woman Warrior who has lived seventy and eight years when the sun rises in the east tomorrow?

The Race is sometimes won by fast and furious,

sometimes won by slow and steady,

but it is never won from the sidelines.

And that, my cyberspace friends, is the best I can do. Life is, indeed, short.

Don’t skip the Race.