Dark Clouds…

It was supper time and we were sitting around the table. On the menu was liver and onions and sliced tomatoes. YUCK! all the way around!

I was sitting the furtherest from Dad for a reason. He ALWAYS made sure our plates were cleaned off before we excused ourselves from the table.

I kept moving the food around my plate trying to make it disappear. If only we had an indoor dog, I thought. No such luck. Reentering reality, I heard Dad’s voice. Unbeknownst to me, my siblings had disappeared from the table. Mom and Dad, of course, had not left.

“You best be eating those tomatoes!”Dad was saying. I looked down at my plate. What happened to the liver and onions? I thought. Hmm.. I guess I had managed to eat it…gross.

“But, Dad! I don’t like tomatoes! If I eat them, I’m gonna throw up!” Mom and Dad looked at each other.

“You can’t leave the table until those tomatoes are gone!” All I heard was blah, blah, blah from Dad. He stood up from the table and laid down on the floor.

“Mom, please, don’t make me eat this,” I whispered as I pointed at my plate.

“Just try one slice, please. You may like it,” Mom said.
I sighed and said, “Fine, but don’t be surprised when I’m…”

She interrupted me. “Just eat!”

I stabbed my fork into that nasty tomato. I gulped and somehow I had managed to swallow. Mom took my plate and said, “You may be excused.”

I walked into the living room when my tummy felt funny. I ran into the bathroom. Mom followed me. I looked at her. “I told you, Mom….”

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Truth Serum – Me

After much thought and deliberation with myself, I’ve decided to use the truth serum on me.

There are some questions I’d ask myself, even though I’m pretty sure of the answers.

Why do you blame yourself for the ‘spankings’ you got from dear ole Dad when he came home ticked off? You already were a well-behaved kid. Your friends used to ask you why you never did anything wrong? I’d say because I didn’t want to get killed by Dad!! He was naturally a negative person who rarely saw joy in anything. I truly believe he was bi-polar. Why do you blame yourself for Mindy’s cancer? She was born with it. Do you really think that being a better daughter would have meant Mindy would not have had cancer? It doesn’t work that way. She was sent to your family to show you all what love truly was. You know that since Mindy’s death, Mom hugs you more and tells you she loves you more. Mindy taught you, Laurie, to always be positive. Find the good in everything and everybody. Remember, it could always be worse. Mindy’s passing wasn’t your fault, either. Her body was worn out from the battle she had with cancer. Her job here on Earth was complete.

Why are you so hard on yourself? Give yourself a break! Stop being so hard on yourself, especially when it comes to your writing. You have the ability to write. Do it! Stop scrunching up the paper after just writing one sentence. You really don’t give yourself a chance. You are your own worst enemy. Because you lived with a father who was both physically and mentally abusive, even at your age today (51), you believe you are not a worthy person. STOP BEING SO HARD ON YOURSELF!!

You are married to your best friend. He makes you so very happy. You’ve been blessed with five wonderful healthy kids, one precious grandson and a wonderful step-daughter. Β There are friends in your life. Best of all, Mom is still around!

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May your day be full of blessings!

Laurie Jackson πŸ™‚

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The Great Divide

To be honest, I am not much of a reader. When I do feel the urge to read, I mainly go for fiction. I love the pioneer, western type stories. I enjoy these kinds because when the real world gets on my nerves or is too much to handle, I’ll read. This is one way I can let my imagination go. I also enjoy a good murder/mystery. It’s always fun to try to figure out who did it before reaching the end.

I truly love history. I’ll read non-fiction on people from the past. It’s interesting to learn how they survived in the cold, and heat. How they dealt with illness and death.

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Laurie Jackson πŸ™‚

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Size Matters

The house I grew up in still sits in the middle of two hundred acres of farmland. To get to this place, you have to drive down a dirt road into the valley. Trees sit on hillsides surrounding the house. The outside of the house still has white shingles on it. I moved into this home with my parents and three older siblings when I was 18 months old. Four more siblings followed after me. There were ten people living in the cramped house. For many years, six of us kids shared one bedroom. There were two sets of bunk beds and a single bed in one tiny little room. One closet was crammed full of six kids clothing. For many years, I had to share a bedroom with siblings. One day, Dad decided to finish the upstairs. The three older siblings moved up there.

Did I mention we had one bathroom? For ten people–crazy. Looking back now, I do not know how we did it, but we did. Bathing consisted of my two sisters and myself in the tub at one time. We couldn’t waste water. When it was time to get ready for bed, we lined up to the bathroom and Mom made sure we washed our faces and brushed our teeth. Air conditioning-what was that? This was 1962. When we did get a fan, Dad had to have it because he worked outdoors as a laborer. Many hot summer nights, we sweated our way through sleepless nights. In winter months, Dad waited until 10 below to decide that we needed to cut wood. If we wanted to stay warm, we had to help.

If the walls of my old home could talk…there were some good times and not so good times. Inside those walls I called home, were laughter, arguments, spankings and crying. When one kid got sick, it would be guaranteed all the kids would catch it. Me and my siblings got strep throat so many times, all Mom had to do was call the doctor and he would prescribe medicine.

By the way, Mom did not know how to drive. My uncle usually took her to the grocery store.

Watching television consisted of us piling into Dad’s truck and driving to Grandpa and Grandma’s house. We only did this on Saturday nights to watch Lawrence Welk. Growing up on a farm there were always chores to be done, before school and after. Sitting at the table when Dad came home from work, was required. No one could talk because Dad wanted to tell Mom about his day. Have mercy on us kids if Dad came home crabby….

I grew up near rural Augusta, Missouri. My childhood wasn’t the best but it could have been worse. I try to only think of the good memories and to stay positive.

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Mouths Wide Shut

I do not consider myself a picky eater. There are just some foods I will not eat! Growing up on a farm our food choices were you eat what was on the table whether we liked it or not! We had to stay at the table until our plate was clean. Β To this day, I will not touch or eat liver and onions, beef tongue, or turnips. I do not like cooked cauliflower, broccoli, or brussels sprouts but I will eat those raw. I have a horrible reaction to any kind of mushroom. I won’t eat bananas or grapes. Those foods just feel weird in my mouth.

Give me Grandpa’s fried chicken and riced potatoes with gravy, and I can eat that all day. Mom’s roast beef, gravy, potatoes and homemade rolls were scrumptious. German chocolate cake with caramel icing for dessert and I’m set.

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Have a wonderful blessed day πŸ™‚

Laurie Jackson

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No Excess

I don’t think I am excessive. I am a writer and all I want to do is write. An excessive amount of stories and ideas go round and round in my brain. I can’t seem to write them down fast enough. I know I do not have an excessive amount of notebooks or pens.

Can never have too many story ideas, pen and paper!

I am not going to go overboard on this blog. I must get back to my other writing.

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Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

It was always a special occasion when it was Grandpa’s birthday! Aunts and Uncles and cousins would come over to celebrate. I felt like it was my birthday, too, because we had roast beef. Coming from a large family and living on a farm, beef was special. Otherwise, all we had was pork, pork, pork!

The roast beef was always so fork tender. As soon as the meat hit your tongue, it would dissolve. Along with the roast beef was usually huge bowls of steaming riced potatoes. On top of those scrumptious potatoes was the fantastic smelling beef gravy. Of course, cannot forget the dinner rolls made from scratch. The homemade butter melted right into those buns. For dessert, an aunt had brought a German chocolate cake she had decorated herself. The whole blessed meal was scrumptious!!!

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Make It Count – Letter To Mindy

Dear Mindy,

You are my hero, my inspiration. You, my sweet sister, touched my heart, my life in a way no one else can. Even after the removal of an eye, chemotherapy and radiation, you smiled through it all. Not once did you complain about anything! Watching you be so positive and optimistic taught me so much – even today.

I can still see your beautiful smile and beautiful bald head. You laughed through it all. It’s hard to believe you have been gone 26 years now. It seems like only yesterday. I can feel you around me as I write this.

I wanted to tell you that I can see you in my own daughter. Some of the things she does (like spell) is the way you used to do it. I know you would have loved Adele. The two of you would have been two peas in a pod. Elmer loved you, too. He misses you.

I miss you like crazy! Here’s to wanting more time with you.

I love you ❀

Ready, Set, Done– Blessed

I have been blessed throughout my life. I had (have) a great mom. I am blessed that she is around. I grew up on a small farm near Augusta, MO. There were always chores that needed to be done. Cutting wood in snowy weather was never fun. If we wanted to stay warm we had to help cut wood.

I have been blessed with five wonderful healthy kids. They each have their own lives but still talk to their Mama. I also have one precious grandson.

I am 51 years old. I have battle scars and I earned every one. Each scar has a memory to it and I know I have become a stronger person for them. I am healthy. I am married to a wonderful man.

I love life! I am blessed!

Laurie Jackson πŸ™‚

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Handle With Care

Giving and getting criticism or feedback is crucial for a writer. I, for one, learn from it. I want someone to be honest with me about what I write. It doesn’t have to be brutal or cruel, though. If something is wrong, tell me by giving me an example of what you’re talking about. Be honest but with respect.

I am always looking for improvement when it comes to my writing.

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