2010-01-13 / Opinion

Up The Creek Without A Paddle

‘Lord, It's Hard To Be Humble.’
by Terry Toole

This was a good and not so good week.

I've still got my first wife at the house, and that is good. To all you friends and loved ones who have asked about my boss lady, she is doing a "little" better, but has a long, long way to go before she will be out and ironing again.

As I said before, when we married 54 years ago, it was for better or for worse. Thanks to her the better, especially for me, has been the norm, so although this illness is bad, we have had lots more good than bad. I won't live long enough to pay her back taking care of her during this illness.

Over the years, when Betty Jo would get "stressed out" or had heard enough of my opinion of a subject, she would declare that she has "intellectual overload." That was a nice way of saying that our mind wasn't keeping up with our age.

As the child that is here with her aging parents, Tammy has caught the blunt of helping. If I could have had the opportunity to choose from all over the world, Tammy would have been my choice. Her sister, Donna, would be the next if she were here, but five hours distance away makes a lot of difference.

I knew most of what Betty Jo did for me, the newspaper, the store, the church and a hundred other things, organizations and the community. I even realized some of what she did at the house. I just thought I knew what she did at the house. For the past two months, I am finding out, day by day.

Someone wrote a song, "Lord It's Hard To Be Humble." It isn't if your folks that help run your life gets sick.

I've always said, something good comes from everything. When I was coming up, Ma had to work after losing my dad early in life. We boys were taught to do everything at the house from cooking, cleaning, washing, making up beds, and yes, ironing. This didn't include cleaning what we caught fishing and hunting.

Either one of us would have made a good maid for some lucky woman with the experience we had. Everything is coming back to me, except the ironing. It's a good thing I get shirts for Christmas and birthdays. They are lasting pretty good.

Bless their sweet hearts the girls have been great to help. Donna came down from the north to help for almost two weeks. She had to go back to get something done for her heart. It gets out of rhythm everso often.

Tammy has been my rock. She is trying to do everything she does plus what Betty Jo did, and help me at the office and her business. Talking about manual work and "intellectual overload," she has had it, but does it with a smile and much love.

I've told you the good, now for some bad this past week.

We lost some good friends and some good folks this past week. Not one of them was perfect, but all of them were friends, neighbors, citizens that we will miss in this community.

Jack Nicholson was not one of us. He talked and acted different from us Southerners, but he married into some of our community and became one of us. He had the good sense to stay. He was a brilliant man that did right for his family and his community. He was an English gentleman, like his father. His family, this community, and I will miss Jack.

"Miss Duane" Keaton was a fine Southern lady, a good wife, mother, friend, and an asset to her church and community for most of her 95 years. "Miss Duane," we will remember you.

Mr. Marvin Sheffield, my front door neighbor, died this weekend. He was still trying to do for himself. He hadn't been the same since he lost his mate. He was a tough man and a good neighbor. He lived a long life, almost making it to 93.

There is still much sickness in the community. Some are doing better. Some are not doing too good. Looks like it may be a long, cold winter.

If we can last until 2014, Obamacare will take care of us, like our government always has. According to the promise of our president, it won't cost us a dime. He is a politician. Pray for our sick and our leaders.

God help us all. We need Your help.

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