There she goes again
Would you believe it? There she goes again, finger in the pie. “Whoa, there!” You say, “you’re not going to write about Mother Nature again, are you?” and the answer is, “Nope! This time I’d bet both quarters because … well, just because.
We’re heading into a special time of year, and yes, I’ll agree that Mother Nature caught us off guard a week ago with her early winter cold winter weather, with frigid breezes after those almost springlike early November shirtsleeve days.
Nope, this time I’m referring to a special lady, either a mother or really thinking about that Thanksgiving grandma. So now, here we are sitting in the middle of November, looking forward to Thanksgiving when families gather, so often at Grandma’s (don’t forget Grandpa’s) house — make that home. It’s a time to give thanks for all of the precious memories of the past with the aroma-filled fragrance that helps carry all of the talking and remembering and laughing, and just once in a while, a mention of sadness comes forth because it was reminding of a time when one of those who was always a joy during the holiday couldn’t be present.
What is it about Grandma’s cooking that takes the cake or, rather, the pie, the one that she had used her finger crimping the crust which would soon be filled with … well, you know what Grandma’s favorite pie is or was on the dessert table.
Isn’t it at those gatherings, not just at Thanksgiving but at other holidays or special remembering times, that we fill the air with love and happiness to be together again, recalling— not just recalling but almost reliving memories that we will always treasure? Such is what has held us together, not just the families but also the nation, which has been founded on good things, not the type of climate that too often fills the airways and boob tubes and those other popular computer outlets. Don’t get me wrong, please, because all of those outlets are important. It is their usage that clouds the sky, makes the lightning flash and thunder rumble that … well, you know what I’m talking about.
That really has disrupted the foundation, or rather crumbled it in spots that have affected the family structure in so many situations, for so many reasons … you know what I mean. A town, a city, a state or a nation, or even a county, can begin to falter or shred apart when every angle strays off toward a point. It can happen to anyone; it is when the stray reaches the point of no return that unity and pride and strength within the moral structure of the base that the crumble becomes a rumble and …
So, can we all look forward to beautiful memories and love and patience
not just at Thanksgiving but for all we have to give thanks for? Hopefully, as strength and happiness become the foundation that all of us of these generations are placing in the minds and habits for all that will follow as the days and decades, and even just hours, move on.
How about that other Mother who drives us all along the world we continually are trying to improve? Really, don’t we sometimes hold her hand as she has to make a decision of importance? That has been true since time began, hasn’t it?
Checking the weather reports of many during the past 96 years, we find there are crazy incidents that have been hot or cold or dry or wet or snow-filled or even brought sandstorms. The coldest November temp on record from the Gravette weather station was four degrees on Nov. 29, 1976; the hottest was 86 degrees on Nov. 9, 2006. On Nov. 15, 1932, there was a one-inch glaze on the ground; on Nov. 15, 1955, it was 85 degrees; and on Nov. 16, 1937, a light snow covered Eagle Observer country. In 2014 there was a 1.2-inch snow, and on Nov. 16, 1916, the temp topped out at 82 degrees. The hottest day has been mentioned, but there have been lots of 70s and a few 80s and lots of teens and single-digit temps.
Enough of that, but just remember the coldest October date ever at the local station was 15 degrees below zero on Oct. 30, 1993.
Until next time…