Follow up with my Sweetheart!

 A picture from the Past.

 

Susie Harris, one tough lady, and a wonderful Mother in law.

What that lady accomplished in her short 61 years is amazing. My Sweetheart inherited much of that lady's capabilities.

For Today:

Yesterday my ‘FORMER FRIEND’s  Chatty and HappyK commented:

I am sure proud of Sherry saying no and sticking to her guns! LOL  ;-)

Yeah, y’all are right ( I still Love YOU ANYWAY), she has always stuck to her guns, even if it did hurt my feelings.  LOL

She is and has been since the time we first dated, my sweetestheart.

We have never asked much of each other, but it is a fact, she has never thrown rocks nor made snide comments. SHE is the glue that has held us together.

Her family (mother’s side) were from eastern NC working in the tobacco fields. Her mother’s dad left her mother and children to fend for themselves in the tobacco fields and disappeared. The family lived in a tobacco barn until hearing of work in the Belmont Textile mills, Sherry’s Grandma moved her family, Susie and siblings on a bus to Belmont in 1916. They went to work in the mills, Susie went to work in the mill when she was about 10 yrs old. Not unusual for the time.  But that stick-ability of mama and grandma are a part of my girl. So she is a lot like her mama one tough sweetie.

My dad’s family moved to NC in the 1920s. Dad had been a peanut farmer and sharecropper in North Georgia. Most of that big family moved to Lowell, NC after hearing of steady work in NC.  Dad and mama moved to the Art Cloth mills in Lowell which is about 10 miles from Belmont. They became weavers.

Strange how time works things out. Sherry was born and raised in Belmont. While I was moved from town to town until in 1954 Dad became the pastor of a church in Belmont.  That is where IT happened, I actually asked a girl for a date. Yep, I had never ‘asked for a date and I was one nervous puppy!  She said YES, BUT. how could she say 'NO' to a nervous 16 year old kid?

That was about 70 years ago. Life has been a crazy BALL!.

I am smiling, remembering a phone call just yesterday, from our firstborn, JJ,  who is 66 years old. He asked, “Mom how old was I when we lived in that chicken coop in Missouri?”

Yeah, once I moved this family of 4 from a trailer to a converted chicken coop. OH BUT, We had a nice radio. That was the year my man, champion, Sonny Liston fought that loudmouth Cassius Clay (Later Muhammed Ali). I had the radio on station. It was freezing and I went out to hang the diapers on the line that Sherry had washed. I came back inside 2 minutes later and THE FIGHT WAS OVER! That sorry Clay had knocked out my man in the first round. IMPOSSIBLE!  I never liked Clay after that, but I finally had to admit the dude was a great Heavy Weight Fighter. LOL

I excelled my words, hope it was understandable. THANKS

Nite Shipslog

PS: 

AGAIN THANKS to y’all for stopping by the Shipslog. It is nice to know some folks will read this stuff, if it is crazy. If you ever bet on a sure thing, make sure it is a sure thing. ;-)