Street festival plans for the Garland Senior Center

By: By Marie Faircloth - Contributing columnist

Greetings to all my friends! It’s a little nippy outside but it feels kinda good. I guess we all should be like Paul and learn to be content no matter what stage we are in.

I’ve been reminiscing a lot lately about time and the many changes that come and go with time. My daughter called this weekend and she was on the same page. She remembered a song that her great-uncle used to sing in Vacation Bible School. The name of the song was “Everybody Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel”. It was ringing in her head and she couldn’t get it off her mind. She said, “I just long to hear those elders sing those old songs… what memories.”

As my own mind races back in time, I remember my childhood days. I had nine siblings. I am the second oldest and I can remember my Mama always sharing equally with all the children. We never had much money, however, we all got a portion of something good. We lived close to Sandy’s Grill back then and close to Harvey Shipp’s Country Store. My mama would gather change and buy candy. Back then in the 1940s and 1950s you could buy candy, two pieces for a penny. She would break it up and we all got a piece. Those were the good old days. But more precious are the memories of hearing my mother’s prayers in the midday in her secret closet. Then at bedtime we never went to bed until we all gathered around the bed and said the Lord’s Prayer. Gosh!! What memories!! We were poor but we had plenty. We never went to bed hungry and we always had dessert, milk, cornbread and biscuits with butter. We ate peaches and pears from a jar and tea cakes and bread pudding. Thinking about it makes my mouth just water! We were taught to love and treat your neighbors as you want to be treated and, of course, we were taught the value of hard work and survival. Wouldn’t trade my memories for anything!

I was talking one day with Lesia Henderson and Lori Sutton about grandchildren. We shared what we wanted our grandchildren to call us. Lesia’s grandchildren call her Grandma. That’s what my grandchildren call me. I’m just Grandma. I would lay my grandchildren on my chest and repeat, “I’m your grandma and grandma loves you”. That’s what my grandchildren call me – just Grandma. There’s nothing like the words “Grandma and Papa”.

The Garland Senior Center will be involved in the Oct. 31 trunk or treat at the downtown street festival. We need decorations, candy, hot chocolate and any kind of goodies for the kids. Please help us out. Help seniors put a smile on the children’s faces. The children may never remember what you say, but they will always remember how you make them feel. If you can make a donation call me at 910-596-8246 or 910-529-3931. Come out and join us at the Center. We have something new daily! Leap applications will begin Dec. 1; call for more information.

My motto, “If you want something, keep asking for it.” Read Matthew 7:7-11. Stay true to your convictions. Together we stand and divided we fall. Live, Love and Laugh!!

Marie Faircloth Faircloth

By Marie Faircloth

Contributing columnist

Marie Faircloth is the director of the Garland Senior Center.

Marie Faircloth is the director of the Garland Senior Center.