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Pearls of wisdom which Mama had jotted down on scraps of paper:

It isn't the thing you do it's the thing you leave undone,

which gives you a bit of heartache at the setting of the sun!

The tender word forgotten, the letter you did not write,

The flowers you might have sent, are your haunting ghosts tonight!

Monday's child is fair of face.

Tuesday's child is full of grace.

Wednesday's child is full of woe

Thursday's child has far to go.

Friday's child is loving and giving.

Saturday's child must work for a living.

Sunday's child is fair and wise and good and gay.

The heart makes a record of each shining moment and plays it back all through the years.

Our yesterdays are golden, give us the courage to face our tomorrows!



The following sent to me by sister Monnie Woods Jones.

The tender word forgotten, the letter you did not write,

The flowers you might have sent, are your haunting ghosts tonight!

What I remember Mama saying.........


Time oh time

Turn back in your flight

And make me a child

Just for tonight.


Mama didn't know the source of these lines, but thanks to the Internet it is easy to find that information these days. (See below)


If someone complained about something

(clothes - shoes - or hair) Mama would smile and say, 

"It wouldn't be noticed on a galloping horse."


No one ever reminded Mama that we were seldom on a galloping horse.



Then there was the time when Mama was dressing

me for school and she had patched my dress. I told

her that I didn't want to wear a patched dress to

school.  Mama said "It is no disgrace to wear a

patched dress to school, the disgrace would be if

the patch were dirty."


Another one that would take the wind out of

anyone’s sails..

"Oh would the power the giftie give us...

to see ourselves as others see us.”

By  Scottish poet Robert Burns


If wishes were horses all beggars would ride.




  Harold Dove 

  9 Feb 1911

  "Noblest Come too soon"                                    


 John Edward Dove

 "His virtues formed the

monument in his memory."


Casandre Goodson                             

"Think what a woman should be

and she was that"                                        



Ann Dixon Walworth Dove

"She died as she lived trusting in



Harold Dove was the son of Luther Dove and

was Mama's first cousin.


John Edward Dove was Mama's grandfather

on her mother’s side.


Casandre Goodson was Mama's grandmother

and the first wife of John Edward Dove.


Ann Dixon Walworth Dove was Mama's Step

Grandmother (the second wife of John Edward

Dove) and was also Mama's great Aunt on her

daddy’s side (she was the sister of Mama's other

grandmother, Mariam Narcissa Dixon Brown, the

wife of James Willis Brown).



Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!

I am so weary of toil and of tears,--

Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!

Take them, and give me my childhood again!


Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight!

Make me a child again, just for to-night!


Elizabeth Akers Allen. 1832- ----.





This list came to me in an email and I decided to keep it and store it here for future reading.
A Bone to Pick (someone who wants to discuss a disagreement)
An Axe to Grind (Someone who has a hidden motive.This phrase is said to have originated from Benjamin Franklin who told a story about a devious man who asked how a grinding wheel worked.  He ended up walking away with his axe sharpened free of charge)
A bad apple spoils the whole barrel (one corrupt person can cause all the others to go bad if you don't remove the bad one)
At sea (lost or not understanding something)

Bad Egg (Someone who was not a good person)

Barking at a knot (meaning that your efforts were as useless as a dog barking at a knot.)
Barking up the wrong tree (meaning that you were after the wrong person or thing)

Bee in your bonnet (To have an idea that won't let loose)

Been through the mill (had a rough time of it)

Between hay and grass (Not a child or an adult)

Blinky (Between sweet and sour, as in milk)

Calaboose (a jail)

Cattywampus  (Something that sits crooked such as a piece of  furniture sitting at an angle)

Dicker (To barter or trade)

Feather In Your Cap (to accomplish a goal. this came from years ago in wartime when warriors might receive a feather they would put in their cap for defeating an enemy)

Hold your horses (Be patient!)

I reckon (I suppose)

Jawing (Talking or arguing)

Kit and caboodle (The whole thing)

Madder than an old wet hen  (really angry)

Needs taken down a notch or two (like notches in a belt. usually a young person who thinks too highly of himself and needs a lesson)

No Spring Chicken (Not young anymore)

Persnickety (overly particular or snobbish)

Pert-near (short for pretty near)

Pretty is as pretty does (your actions are more important than your looks)

Scalawag (a rascal or unprincipled person)

Scarce as hen's teeth (something difficult to obtain)

Skedaddle (Get out of here quickly)

Sparking (courting)

Straight From the Horse's Mouth (privileged information from the one concerned)

Stringing around, gallivanting around, or piddling (Not doing anything of value)

Sunday go to meetin' dress (The best dress you had)

(We wash up real fine! is another goodie....)

Tie the Knot (to get married)

Too many cooks spoil the broth (to many people involved to do the thing right)

Too many irons in the fire (to be involved in too many things)

Tuckered out (tired and all worn out)

Under the weather (not feeling well. This term came from going below deck on ships due to sea sickness thus you go below or  under the weather deck)

Wearing your "best bib and tucker" (Being all dressed up)

You aren't the only duck in the pond (It's not all about you)

Well, if you hold your horses, I reckon I'll get this whole kit and caboodle done and sent off to you. Please don't be too persnickety and get a bee in your bonnet because I've been pretty tuckered out and at sea lately because I'm no spring chicken.  I haven't been just stringing
around and I know I'm not the only duck in the pond, but I do have too many irons in the fire.  I might just be barking at a knot, or up the wrong tree, but I have
tried to give this article more than just a lick and a promise, but I know that too many cooks will spoil the broth.