I mentioned getting a record player one Christmas and the truth is that it opened my world up to music all the time. I'm sure my folks yelled up the steps more than once for me to turn that darn thing off but I bet I didn't hear them. I was totally lost to a new world and couldn't get enough of listening to my records over and over again. That is the real beauty of the "record player". You could adjust the arm to repeat and there's nothing like hearing a song a million times to really help you learn it...lol!
When I was a little girl, Christmas Eve was something very exciting although a little nerve wracking. I think the poems, stories and songs about this night were geared to make sure young children would have nightmares about a home invasion by a white bearded man in a furry, red suit roaming around your living room! The thing is, once you ran around the corner (or in my case, were SHOVED by my brothers) and spotted all the glittery, colorful toys spread out across the floor, you forgot to be petrified by the man who left them there until the next Christmas rolled around. So this is the next tale in my life's journey.
One of my favorite people on the face of this earth had to be my most beloved grandmother, Martha Marie Nichols Butler, lovingly nicknamed "Bonna". I have no idea why my baby brother started calling her that but it stuck and seemed to suit this 5 foot giant with the warmest smile, the biggest heart, the best hand with a homemade buttermilk biscuit and the closest thing to an angel this side of heaven.
I am ready to start the journey through journaling my memories! There is no telling what paths I might wander down as I try to recall things that might have been instrumental in leading me to the spot where I am flat footing now! I plan on using my brand of humor to get me there so anything offensive is certainly not meant to be so....I promise.