Country Writings

Thursday, April 20, 2006

The New Car

My friend Loucinda loves red cars. She purchased a red Cadillac in 2003. I have ridden many a mile in that car and have really enjoyed going many places in Ar. with Loucinda. She mentioned a couple of weeks ago that she was thinking of getting a new Cadillac soon. A few daysago I rode to Little Rock with her ,a two hour drive from our home here in Yell County. We travelledto several places there in the city. When we were coming home, we stoppedat places alongthe way. After two more hours we were back n Wing, Ar. where Loucinda lives. She drove to a house near her home to talk to the people that lived there. Another man wasthere and all ofus were staying outside talking. One ofthe guys said to Loucinda that he sure loved her car andthe other young man said he really admired the car too. I'm sitting in the car and I say"Yes, Loucinda has had this car only 3 years butshe is thinking of getting a new one. Loucinda starts laughing and said"Glenna ,you have ridden all day in my new car, I just drovethis new car home yesterday." One ofthe guys said"Well, I wondered how the car could be any newer then this one!" I was embarrassed but I told her it was another Red Cadillac so how was I supposedto tell the difference!"

Saturday, April 15, 2006

The Great Lie

When my brother was a child, every time he got scared or mad, he held his breath.This was a source of great fright for everyone in the family, especially my mother and grandmother. One day my mother was cleaning out the chicken house and she gave Bob and me ,each, a piece of cake and told us to stay in the yard while she worked. I finished my cake first and asked Bob for a bite of his. He said " No" and I grabbed his hand and took a bite of his cake. Well, I accidently bit his hand. He screamed, and as always, he held his breath. Here came my mother out of the chicken house and grabbed up my brother and rushed him to the well where we drew our water. My Grandmother was walking into the yard about that time and she held Bob while my mother drew up a little water andthrew it into his face. Surprisingly, that worked every time, he caught his breath!! My mother and grandmother were still scared and they asked me what made Bob hold his breath. I told them our old fighting rooster jumped on him for his cake. Bob did not tell on me and I did not tell my Mother about my lie until I was married and she said I should be ashamed of myself.!