“Son we live and we learn, but mostly we live.”
Tipper
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Mama said live and learn all the time.
Tipper,
I’ve been watching The Funeral of Barbara Bush and the Pastor said in his Eulogy about her, “we have lived in about 29 homes from one end of this country to another, and I could never understand why George could never keep a job.” That was her humor! …Ken
“Little fellers” any small object. “Them little fellers.” Maybe pancake drippings small screws, tiny nails. My dad was colorful thanks to his Scotch Irish mother, Polly Renfro Howell. “Hold your Taters, I’ll be there directly You’ns.
Tipper,
“Son, you’ll learn”, as Jim, Don, and Annette’s Dad use to say when the boys asked him for council. My daddy has said that very same thing a million times. I miss him so much!
When John first started Preaching, I’d hear them talking about things of the Bible and daddy would straighten him out to his way of thinking. After all, he had 6 boys and they all needed straightening out a lot. Daddy didn’t have but a 7th grade education, but he became the wisest man I’ve ever known.
I remember when daddy’s dad, Therdore, passed away in Bryson City. Thee died of Cancer, but never smoked a day in his life. When daddy came back from the Hospital, he said “the old man’s dead.” I was about 11 then, but I felt so sorry and didn’t know what to say. Time helps…
It’s been about sixty years since, and I still don’t know what to say, except We’ll Meet Again on the
Other Side. …Ken
Yes. Sigh.
But we start to live before we learn to live and most don’t make the transition.
That is a very true statement. As I get older I often realize that if I had listened to advice or just listened to my heart that it would have prevented some consequences of my bad decicisions. Now, don’t get me wrong. I still make bad decisions from time to time but they usually involve not listening to my wife when I’m asked to do something or fix something and for some unknown phenomenon I don’t remember hearing her ask.
I resemble that. About some things I have been a very slow learner. It vexes me to think the world is fill of lessons and most of them I never see. And that should be a lesson in itself.
The other thing is, why do we relearn by doing and failing the lessons our Moms and Dads, Grandpas and Grandmas told us we shouldn’t try?
Son, ain’t that the God’s truth!
I agree, always said I wasn’t a slow learner just a fast forgetter.