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Facebook? I’m so Old I Need a Ouija Board to Contact My Friends.

I love listening to the wisdom of my older friends.  There is a wealth of information and insight that only older folks understand.  In my new book, “Bury Me with My Pearls,” I talk about those precious pearls of wisdom.  Here is a good one:  “Facebook? I’m so old I need a Ouija Board to contact my friends.”  I love listening to the wisdom of my older friends. There is a wealth of information and insight that only older folks understand. In my new book, “Bury Me with My Pearls,” I talk about those precious pearls of wisdom. Here is a good one: “Facebook? I’m so old I need a Ouija Board to contact my friends.”

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine……” “Sometimes,” says Roger Rabbit, “the only weapon we have is a laugh.” Amen. I have always heard that tragedy plus time equals comedy. My question is, “Can you find the humor?” No disrespect meant when horrible things happen but humor and levity can be healing. One of my dearest friends pre-maturely lost her husband to cancer. As we watched and waited in the hospital for the inevitable, she looked and me and said, “I just hope he does sit up in bed and yell out the name of his old girlfriend.” I knew, right then, she was going to be ok.

Posted in aging, attitude, Bury Me With My Pearls, Facebook, humor, laughter, life lessons, Southern, stress, teachings, wisdom by Jane Jenkins Herlong.

A Lesson from Aunt Naomi’s Pig; Never Give Up

Years ago, we had a pig in the community of Harmony that became a pest. Ironically, this pig was making our community everything but harmonious. The pig came out of nowhere and had been living in our yards for a month or so. It rotated from home to home; I guess you could say it is a homeless pig. One day my mother-in-law, who is basically a kind and gentle person, threw a rock at it. Twice it was hit by a car and reported dead, but the pig was still alive. I learned a valuable lesson from Aunt Naomi's Pig: Never Give up.Years ago, we had a pig in the community of Harmony that became a pest. Ironically, this pig was making our community everything but harmonious.  The pig came out of nowhere and had been living in our yards for a month or so.  It rotated from home to home; I guess you could say it was a homeless pig.  One day my mother-in-law, who is basically a kind and gentle person, threw a rock at it. Twice it was  hit by a car and reported dead, but the pig was still alive. I learned a valuable lesson from Aunt Naomi’s Pig: never give up.

We discovered  the pig belongs to one of the farm workers named Hamp. Unfortunately he was unable to catch it due to a strange accident.  It seems he was intoxicated and sat on the lighted kerosene heater thinking it was the toilet.  That just hurts even to think about.

Posted in attitude, country, determination, laughter, leadership, teachings, Uncategorized by Jane Jenkins Herlong.