Thursday, April 24, 2014
Close to Nowhere
April is a lovely month, generally speaking. Trees, flowers, weeds, pollen, all bloom and spread their cheer, especially throughout the South.
It’s a really important month at the Jones’ household too.
Pop and I were married April 24, 1970 — Thursday, April 24, 2014, we’ll have been married 44 years.
And I’d say at least 40 of them were good years. Throw in the bad week, month, etc. here and there and 40 sounds pretty good.
We argued a lot more when we were young. We had more energy then I think. And now, I know what he’s gonna say and he knows what I’m gonna say, and we’ll never agree on many things anyway (like a certain really big black dog at our house). So he mumbles and I mutter back and we’re through with that argument.
It’s much easier this way. Leaves more time for us to do more enjoyable things — such as spoiling our granddaughters. Our oldest granddaughter was 18 Wednesday, April 23. That’s one of the things Pop and I totally agree on — she was the best anniversary present we ever got!
There’s a “baby” picture of Meredith on page 5. It’s one of my very favorites of her. She’s actually holding two kittens and the one you can only see his ears was named Jesus. She named everything either Jesus or Joe.
She and I often had arguments about Jesus. One particular Sunday she was bound and determined that he was going to Sunday School and church with her.
I stood in the driveway and ended up yelling, “No, Jesus cannot go to Sunday school with us!” I still get a giggle out of that.
There have been many, many changes in our lives since the day we said “I do.” Most of them were great!
When we moved into our first house just down the street from Pop’s mom and dad, we were so happy. We’d lived in duplexes, etc. until then. Jimmie, Pop’s mom, and I cleaned that filthy house and painted with our very young daughter Dana in a playpen or messing in the paint buckets. We had a great time doing that, with Pop and his dad and younger brother working outside. That was a good house. We lived there for five years before we bought our first house out near Shelby Forest, just outside Memphis, Tenn.
Ten years later, we moved to Laws Hill, Mississippi.
I cried for months (part of the “bad” times). Today, I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Pop is in very fragile health now and our children and granddaughters are all but grown.
But still — the good times are rolling on!
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