Why eat brown rice instead of white?

July 28th, 2017 No comments

From Tufts University:

Part of the push to replace processed foods with whole grains means eating more brown rice instead of the white stuff you probably grew up on.

Whole grains like brown rice include the bran and germ of the natural grain that are lost in processing to make white rice, which contains only the inner endosperm.

A lot of good stuff gets lost in the bargain:  brown rice has almost 10 times as much phosphorus and potassium as white rice.

The best things can’t be wrapped in paper and bows.

July 28th, 2017 No comments


The Boy Who Would Be President: Recognize that smile?

July 27th, 2017 No comments

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July 27th, 2017 No comments


Which President Of the U.S. Never Lived in Washington, D.C.?

July 26th, 2017 No comments

That would be the first President.washington

 As most of us already know, George Washington was the first president of the United States of America.

On April 30, 1789, George Washington, standing on the balcony of Federal Hall on Wall Street in New York, took his oath of office as the first President of the United States.

Philadelphia was the early capital of the United States after the Constitution was ratified, but on May 14, 1800, the nation’s capital moved to Washington

He was born in 1732 in Westmoreland County, VA, and died in 1799 at his Mount Vernon home.

I hear that!

July 26th, 2017 No comments


To Nancy from Ronnie

July 25th, 2017 No comments

120px-Ronald_and_Nancy_Reagan_NewlywedsMarch 4 1983

Dear First Lady,

I know tradition has it that on this morning I place cards   Happy Anniversary cards on your breakfast tray.  But things are somewhat mixed up.  I substituted a gift & delivered it a few weeks ago.

Still this is the day, the day that marks 31 years of such happiness as comes to few men.  I told you once that it was like an adolescent’s dream of what marriage should be like.  That hasn’t changed.

You know I love the ranch but these last two days made it plain I only love it when you are there.  Come to think of it that’s true of every place & every time.  When you aren’t there I’m no place, just lost in time & space.

I more than love you, I’m not whole without you.  You are life itself to me.  When you are gone I’m waiting for you to return so I can start living again.

Happy Anniversary & thank you for 31 wonderful years.

I love you

Your Grateful Husband

Aboard Air Force One

Three days before his 19th birthday, George H.W. Bush became the youngest aviator in the US Navy.

July 24th, 2017 No comments



July 17th, 2017 No comments

 Thank you for coming back to this blog even though I haven’t been adding anything to it for the last few weeks. My brother was on the last of his journey on this earth and my mind was preoccupied with him and his struggle.

 I’m grateful I was able to go to Arkansas and honor him with the tribute that I wrote. It was a mixture of  emotions, but I look at it with the resounding thought “no more pain!” Jamie is free of the excruciating pain he had endured for too long.

I’m grateful to God that in the last four years Jamie and I became close as brother and sister and as friends.  I am not left with regret that I didn’t call him, that I didn’t tell him I loved him,  that I didn’t try to help him as much as I could. 

I will miss calling him, miss knowing he is in the home where mama and daddy lived their last years, and the memory of all of those years that were so very good with all the family could get together and have laugh filled time together.

for now, I’m trying to rest up from the trip, I don’t travel as well as when I was young, then I don’t do many things as well as when I was young,  do you?  

Thanks again for dropping by, my best to you!

Tribute to My Brother Jamie, With Love

July 5th, 2017 No comments


My Tribute to Jamie, With Love


When Jamie was born in Black Rock, it is said that the whole town came to see him, not because he was so cute, which of course he was, but because after having 4 baby girls, Doyle Ward finally had a son!

I’m sure he would have loved having a brother but he got me. I apologized to him a couple of years ago for not being a boy. He was surprised and said he hadn’t thought about that.

But when Linda came along she was more fun for him, athletic, energetic and competitive.  They shared many good times growing up, and their relationship remained strong.

When he was about 3 years old he decided to take off all his clothes and go outside before Mama could catch him.  Just at that time, as it would happen, one of the more easily shocked church ladies came walking by with her 2 year-old little girl. Here comes Jamie running down Burrow Street naked as a JAYbird.

She was mortified, convinced her child would be traumatized for life having seen 3 yr. old Jamie au natural.   She said she grabbed up her daughter, ran home, and showed her a religious  picture hanging on the wall.

When it was time for his first grade picture to be taken. Mama dressed Jamie in a pretty little suit with a tie.  When he came home he proclaimed he was never going to wear a suit again.

Why not? Mama asked, ” Cause the kids called me preacher boy.”

Well the little preacher boy grew up to love good clothes.  He took excellent care of them and always looked perfectly groomed before he left the house.

When he was around seven years old Mama asked Jamie to pat the bed so baby Linda could go to sleep, and so he did.   Mama said she looked around and he was bouncing the bed so hard that his feet were coming up off the floor. Baby Linda was probably loving it.

One day he didn’t want to go to school, so he began limping around, hamming it up for Mama, but she was on to him. Go on to school Jamie Doyle, there’s nothing wrong with you.

But just to make sure, she watched him thru the kitchen window.   He limped dramatically, until he thought she couldn’t see him any more and then he took off full speed, running up the hill.

Apparently running was good for him. Years later he would set track records at University of Central Arkansas that would last for decades, he would go to college on a football scholarship, and in his senior year he would be honored as the most outstanding athlete in the entire athletic department at UCA.

But back to childhood: The news at recess was that a boy got hurt and was bleeding.  So my friend and I peaked in the doorway and saw a boy lying on the floor. Oh no! It was Jamie! I was so scared.  

A boy had pulled a chair out from under him. When he fell he got a cut on his head that bled profusely. The nurse bandaged him up and fortunately he was OK, but I’ll never forget how scared I was for my brother.

Now, Jamie could do no wrong in Mama’s eyes. She explained that she felt sorry for him because he was outnumbered by sisters, and that when he was young, kids had picked on him.

It was true, he was outnumbered, and he was bullied, which caused oldest sister Martha to rush to his rescue!  She retained that big sister protective attitude toward Jamie for the rest of her days. They had a special bond.

He was always on the move, playing hard, and enjoying life. Nearest to his age Norma Sue wouldn’t fall for his obvious ploys, nor would younger sister Linda, but I fell for them every time.

For instance:

Seven-year-old Jamie would say to four year-old me,   “Crackers sure would be good.  Marietta, go get crackers and I’ll give you some.”

“Huh? Go get us some crackers.”  

His sudden hunger for saltines just happened to coincide with the fact that I was sitting on the sofa where he wanted to sit.

“Will you get my place?”  What? No. You sure? Yeah.  OK but don’t get my place. 

And just like Lucy holding the football for Charlie Brown, as soon as I got up he lunged for the sofa. Oh he could make me mad, but I remained in awe of him.  Another example:

At about that same age 7 and 4, he suggested that we hold onto the bumper of the car that had come to visit us.  He said to let go when the car started up.

I said Okay.

Apparently, no one standing around, talking, waving goodbye to the folks in the car, took notice of Jamie and me, on our knees, hanging on to the back bumper.  The car started up, and as planned, Jamie let go. But I froze.

Everyone started screaming stop, stop, stop, as I was being dragged down the street.  When Jamie got to me he said with great brotherly compassion, why didn’t you let go, stupid?

I said I couldn’t. Thank God my knees were not permanently damaged and I didn’t fall for his big ideas as much after that.

Daddy was about 5’7 so everyone assumed that Jamie was just going to be built like daddy, and he was, until one summer when he went from being one of the smallest kids on the block to one of the tallest!  Martha didn’t have to fight his battles for him anymore she was 5’2 and by college age he was 6’4 with a gorgeous physique and a handsome face.

After graduating from college he followed his love of sports into coaching at West Memphis, but in time left that to become an award winning sales rep for Procter & Gamble.

He got married and like 50% of marriages including my own, it didn’t last forever, but from it came his daughter Emily and her two beautiful daughters, Abby and Katie, who live in Louisiana.

Emily spent several summers in Pocahontas with Mama and Daddy they always had a wonderful time together.  She was smart, creative and independent. But divorce complicates life so very much, and he didn’t get to see Emily nearly as much as he wanted. She was never far from his mind and he loved her with all his heart.

Mama saw Daddy failing more every day with Alzheimer’s.  Jamie, living in Little Rock, answered her desperate cry for help. He left the home he loved, his friends, his work, and moved into their guest room.  With assistance by family, Daddy remained at home until the last 15 months of his life. 

In 1995, when Mama and Jamie came for their daily visit, they recognized the end was near, but he was lingering. He needed permission to go.

With both of them holding his hands, Jamie told Daddy, “Don’t worry Daddy, I’ll take good care of Mama. We love you, but you can go.”  

Mama said that a big tear rolled down daddy’s cheek and he peacefully went to be with the Lord.

But Jamie still couldn’t return to his former life.  He had promised to take care of Mama and he was a man of his word. By this time he was well established in sales at the local radio station. Not only was he a natural born athlete but he was a natural salesman, too.

Friendly, extroverted, with Mama’s gift of gab and sense of humor, he could tell a whopper of a story with the best of them.

She cooked the meals and he took care of the big yard.  They watched TV together every night until 9 o’clock. Then he would go home next door.

He said the hardest thing he ever had to do was to take Daddy to the nursing home and then years later in her late 90’s, take Mama.

He visited her every day, many times while in pain.  We sisters Martha, Audrey, Norma Sue, Linda and I, could never thank Jamie enough for the sacrifice he made for our parents. Without him I’m sure Mama would never have lived to be almost 102.

Jamie didn’t have much of a social life until he became reacquainted with Louise Riddle.  What a joy to find a wonderful woman who was loving to Mama, knowledgeable about sports, watched the games on TV as much as he did, who enjoyed going to PHS football games on Friday nights, liked going out to dinner, having fun, and just spending time together. A woman who could help him find his way back to church and a rededication of his life to Christ.

Louise helped him through all kinds of critical situations as his health deteriorated.

He said many times I wouldn’t be alive without Louise. He knew she got him to the hospital in the nick of time more than once. She made innumerable trips to Jonesboro taking him to the doctor, for chemo and radiation treatments, and various appointments.  I’m sure many times it was a sacrifice of time, energy and her own health, but her devotion was immense to the very end.

It was Louise’s hand he was holding July 2nd when he was released from the bondage of this painful life and entered into the awesome presence of Almighty God.

Thank you Louise, for loving our brother and being so good to him.  May God bless you always.




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