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It’s Okay to Not Want to Be a Christmas Donkey

Been there, done that. I remember the stress of hoping and praying that the children would “act right.” UUUGHHH. But little Banks decided that enough is enough…..get my _________out of here. (You can fill in the blanks). Yes, little Banks reminds us that it’s okay to not want to be a Christmas donkey.Been there, done that. I remember the stress of hoping and praying that our children would “act right.” UUUGHHH. But little Banks decided that enough is enough…..get my _________out of here. (You can fill in the blanks). In the midst of the beautiful angelic host and Wisemen,  little Banks reminds us that it’s okay to not want to be a Christmas donkey.

This is a life lesson that is practiced when we are young and learned as we age. Times when you decide that this is not for me…..I do not like doing this…this is not my thing so don’t make me do this…. It takes some folks years of searching to develop the courage to say no.

Posted in family, home, Uncategorized by Jane Jenkins Herlong.

Families: If the Old Kitchen Table Could Talk

 

As I began writing my book, Bury Me with My Pearls, I knew there had to be a chapter on families and children. Dusting my kitchen table gave me the perfect story since I noticed marks and scratches all over one part of its surface. On closer examination, I saw some beautiful reminders of the importance of family. Families: if the old kitchen table could talk, it would tell priceless stories....#pearlsbookAs I began writing my book, Bury Me with My Pearls,  I knew there  had to be a chapter on families and children.  Dusting my kitchen table gave me the perfect story since I noticed marks and scratches all over one part of its surface. On closer examination, I saw some beautiful reminders of the importance of family.  Families: if the old kitchen table could talk, it  would tell priceless stories….#pearlsbook  Enjoy an excerpt from a chapter in the book, “Children: Our Most Precious Pearls

I dusted the kitchen table and saw the words, “Daniel C. Herlong” imprinted in the grain of the wood. I remember that was the time when Daddy Big John was teaching Holmes how to write cursive. The lesson was obviously repeated several times.Now we have an indelible memory of my father-in-law’s signature to cherish.

Posted in family, home by Jane Jenkins Herlong.

Just Good Common Sense

My good friend, Virginia Honeycutt  sent me these timeless principles.  I posted on Twitter several quotes and many of you asked me to resend.  Enjoy!

Down-home Principles, Uptown Humor! by Jane Jenkins Herlong

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled.

Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.

Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.

Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.

It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

Posted in attitude, childhood, family, fun, funny, home, humor, motivation, opinion, Southern, Uncategorized, women, work by Jane Jenkins Herlong.

Do the Hokey Pokey: Turn Your Mad into Glad

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I saw a bumper sticker that said, “What if the Hokey Pokey is really what it is all about?” I tend to agree.

I flew out of Macon, Georgia via Atlanta a while back.  I looked out of my car window and saw no planes flying above as I drove into the airport. To say the least, I was concerned that no flights were departing from the small airport.

As I checked in, the gate agent was totally absorbed with clipping his nails.  I heard the familiar, “Click….click…click….”  “Excuse me,” I said. “Isn’t there a flight to Atlanta?”  “No “Ma’am, we ain’t fly’in that plane today.”  My heart started to pound inside my chest.  “How do I get to Atlanta?” I asked.  “Well, jist git in line with the others, “he said.  “All ya’ll is go’in on the Greyhound.”  At that moment I noticed 35 people with fire in their eyes in the same predicament I was in.  No plane, just hours of riding on the Greyhound.

Posted in air travel, depression, fun, funny, home, humor, Uncategorized by Jane Jenkins Herlong.
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Families: If the Old Kitchen Table Could Talk

As I began writing my book, Bury Me with My Pearls, I knew there had to be a chapter on families and children. Dusting my kitchen table gave me the perfect story since I noticed marks and scratches all over one part of its surface. On closer examination, I saw some beautiful reminders of the importance of family. Families: if the old kitchen table could talk, it would tell priceless stories....#pearlsbook

As I began writing my book, Bury Me with My Pearls,  I knew there  had to be a chapter on families and children.  Dusting my kitchen table gave me the perfect story since I noticed marks and scratches all over one part of its surface. On closer examination, I saw some beautiful reminders of the importance of family.  Families: if the old kitchen table could talk, it  would tell priceless stories….#pearlsbook  Enjoy an excerpt from a chapter in the book, “Children: Our Most Precious Pearls

I dusted the kitchen table and saw the words, “Daniel C. Herlong” imprinted in the grain of the wood. I remember that was the time when Daddy Big John was teaching Holmes how to write cursive. The lesson was obviously repeated several times.Now we have an indelible memory of my father-in-law’s signature to cherish.

 

Posted in family, home by Jane Jenkins Herlong.