Personal Background Investigation-
Personal Background Investigation- Assignment #24- What kind of cook was your mother? Growing up what was your favorite meal?
My mother was a southern cook. That generally meant food served fresh, fried or with added fat or sugar. My favorite meal was a toss-up between breakfast and dinner.
I loved her breakfasts of big cathead biscuits, smoked sausage, country ham, thick slices of smoked bacon, fresh yard eggs, rice and/or grits, homemade fig and strawberry preserves. Sometimes she would fix sawmill or tomato gravy for our biscuits. Of course there was coffee and in the winter months, hot sassafras tea–good for colds and flu. We almost always had a big dish of homemade butter, a jug of fresh milk and a quart jar of honey on the table.
My favorite dinner: fried chicken, butterbeans, fried okra or squash, buttered corn of the cob, fresh sliced tomatoes and cucumbers with biscuits and honey or cane syrup. End the meal with banana pudding and wash it down with sweet iced tea. Yum.
(Memories of LaVelle Pitts)
Looking to your past to remember times when God answered prayer in your life can be an encouragement to you and others.
Personal Background Investigation- Assignment #23- Describe a memory of answered prayer in your life.
One day five cows went missing. We searched all the customary places, but didn’t find them. For several days Dad sent me on my horse to look for the cows. Mom and Dad were anxious. These were beef cattle that Dad was going to sell to buy supplies for the family and farm.
They had special prayer for God to show them how to find the lost cows. The next morning, Dad got up and said he had a dream and believed God showed him where they were. In the dream, he saw the cows grazing several miles east of our farm near Highway 79.
Even though this place was far from where the cows usually wandered, Dad was confident God had shown him where they were. We went to the location. Much to my amazement the cows were in the exact spot Dad saw in his dream.
I started believing in prayer at a young age. (From LaVelle Pitts memoirs)
Personal Background Investigation- Assignment #22–
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LEAVING A WORTHWHILE LEGACY
I had to look twice to recognize that the fish in the surf was my granddaughter. At age seven, she shares my joy of the beach.
Though I stand safely a few feet into the water, she goes out beyond the breaking waves with her dad, preparing to ride the next “big one” on her boogie board. Sometimes she washes to shore with the tide, at other times the force pulls her under, and she soon surfaces sputtering and wiping her eyes, already anticipating the next ride.
There is something joyful about watching your family embrace love, I’m sure God shares that feeling as He watches us reveling in the wonders He intentionally provided for us.
I see Him smile when I relax against the backdrop of swishing waves, or when I find that one perfect shell, or smell the scent of fish and salt carried in the wind. In spite of the happiness over my granddaughter loving the beach, my greater joy comes from having her beside me in church, knowing my God is her God.
I am blessed to have all of my grandchildren, those living close and those hundreds of miles away, in church on Sundays. Although the credit is not all mine, this is the legacy I am most proud of.
What are you sharing with our family? Do they share your love of volunteering, or crafting, or running?
Can they make homemade noodles as well as you? Do they can green beans in spite of the work?
Most importantly have you shared God with them? Can they see the Savior in your life?
Not all of our children will follow or ways, but we have the responsibility to try. Spend some time in prayer this week, my friends, for your family—those in the faith, and those still yearning for the love of God.
Thanks to Regina for sharing. Check out Regina’s website and look for book, Deadly Decision, coming out October, 2014.
I had a pet coon named Flossie. Coons are very curious and smart. I walked outside one day with food in my hand. Flossie was tied to a tree on a long rope. She came to me and I put the food in my pocket so I could pet her. She climbed up my leg put her front paw in my pocket and took my food out. She got down, carried the food to her water dish, washed then ate it.
This started a big game between the two of us. I would bring something out in my pocket. She would race to me, climb up my leg and dig it out. If I didn’t have food in my pocket she took whatever I had– knife, change, keys etc.–wash it and try to eat it. If she couldn’t eat it or I didn’t have anything in my pocket, she bounced up and down squawking and throwing a temper tantrum like a little kid. It was dangerous to get too close to her when she got mad. She was subject to bite.
Mom and Dad thought it was real cute to see her take food from my pocket until a visiting preacher stopped by our house for dinner. He walked over where Flossie was lying. She was not tied that day, because she wouldn’t leave the yard.
Before anyone could warn him, Flossie captured him by the leg and started climbing up. This was a tall, long-legged preacher. He hollered real loud and danced around, shaking his leg, trying to loose himself from that coon. The more he shook his leg and hollered, the tighter Flossie hung on. I think Flossie was as scared as the preacher and afraid to turn loose.
Dad raced out to help rid the preacher of the coon. He had trouble catching him, since he was circling the yard at a rapid pace. As for me, I was doubled over laughing like crazy. For this, I got a serious reprimand after the preacher left our house, which wasn’t very long. I was also ordered to put the leash back on Flossie.
(LaVelle Pitts’ memoirs)
“Too many Americans have ignored their ancestors and family history and not bothered to examine their own life stories, much less share them with others. They too rarely share much of their past lives with friends, or pass them on to their progeny. And yet we desperately need to do all that…” (Dr. Dolly Berthelot, an internationally published writer)
You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism. ~Erma Bombeck
Personal Background Investigation- Assignment #20
How did your family celebrated the 4th of July?
Personal Background Investigation- Assignment #19
Identify a family member ‘s story that could form the basis of a fiction book.
Visiting author, Connie Lounsbury, used her grandmother’s true-life story to create a poignant tale of a mother’s love in the midst of unfathomable circumstances in Kathleen Creek (Oaktara, 2013).
Connie sends a message to memoir writers:
“I think everyone should write their life story for their family. Our descendants are going to want to know what their grandparents and great grandparents were like. How did they live their life? What did they learn?”
Kathleen Creek a splendid example for memoir writers to see how they might expand their family’s story.
Thank you, Connie, for sharing.
To learn more about her writing, visit her website at www.connielounsbury.com