Father’s Day…

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This is one of my favorite ‘Southern Daddy’ photos- the man is not the daddy, he is the great uncle admiring his great niece! This child is dearly loved, has wonderful parents and all manner of loving kinfolk . The reason I love this photograph is- the man’s expression tickles me…the way he is holding the child makes me smile. There are  all kinds of Southern Daddies… fathers, uncles, grandfathers, stepfathers, adoptive fathers, and ‘friends who are the fathers we choose for ourselves’ – men who choose to step in when other men can’t or won’t.  On Father’s Day, it is important to recognize that everyone does not have a father- a birth father, who chose to be involved and be a good influence in the life of a child.

The man you see in the photo- presided over 1000’s of adoptions in his tenure as Judge of Probate. The old name was ‘The Court for Widows and Orphans’. As duty after duty was added- the scope of Probate Court broadened to include all types of services- help for the mentally infirm, the elderly, marriages, guardianships, counselling unwed mothers and fathers, land disputes, elections and far more. But for this man- adoptions were a priority. He said with so many sad things which came through the court- adoptions were some of the happiest times.

So, on Father’s Day, I wanted to pay tribute to the men who stepped up, who showed up, who made time, who gave their lives to us all – when we were helpless, when we needed them- those brave men who took care of, provided for, listened, guided and protected us when we could not help ourselves and even now. To the men who gave us a glimpse of the Personality of Our Heavenly Father; who were role models for generations of children. They may not have achieved perfection, but met our needs in the best way they could; to these significant men in our lives- who coached and cojoled, teased and took us seriously; Happy Father’s Day!

Love y’all so much, Camellia

*Camellia’s Cottage-resident baby magnet and the ‘man’ is my husband- Wallace Wyatt, Jr., retired Judge of Probate St. Clair County, Alabama -1988-2008. (Full name is William Wallace Wyatt, Jr.- also our resident ‘Braveheart’)- for more information see Wallace Wyatt, Jr. Honored  http://www.newsaegis.com/news/wallace-wyatt-jr-honored/article_dfa7f07d-5609-5151-bb3d-61aa14d4c39e.html

Ask me if he is a good daddy? Oh yes! My yes! I’m sure our daughters would agree!

Inspirational Father’s Day books from Amazon.com http://amzn.to/1OvYIto

Live Oaks…

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The Live Oaks of Alabama’s Coastal South are hauntingly beautiful…image

With long gray beards of Spanish Moss…image

These ancient ones stand guard and watch carefully over the bountiful goodness…image

Embracing, with wide open arms those who seek shelter and shade..imageFrom Magnolia Springs, Point Clear, Fairhope, Daphne to the other side of Mobile Bay- Alabama’s Live Oaks are our special treasures. How blessed we are! A special thank you to my talented friend who shared her photographs of the Live Oaks near Magnolia Springs right on Mobile Bay. One of the most beautiful places on Earth.  Enjoy!

Love y’all, Camellia

*photographs may not be used without permission

Well, I wrote a book…

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Before I tell you this story… I want to make it abundantly clear that I believe in prayer- strongly believe in prayer, I love to pray for people and for them to pray for me…but sometimes- well, let’s just say unexpected things happen to me. For some reason, when I grocery shop- unusual things happen. You will certainly recall the Windmill Cookies.Well, I was in a hurry- rushing through the grocery store, I got over to the milk section. The rest of the store wasn’t busy, for some reason- there was a run on milk, so I pushed off in the direction of the bacon and right there was someone I knew I knew. Has that ever happened to you? You know you know someone but your mind is elsewhere- like back there with the milk -then there was the ‘racing against the clock’ thing. Anyway, she said the dreaded thing- ‘You don’t recognize me, do you?’ Oh Lord, help me. I said ‘Yes I do! how are you?’ The ‘Oh Lord’ prayer wasn’t working- ‘You were looking at my gray hair, weren’t you?’  Uh no…I was looking at the two tiny bandages on her forehead not her hair but how charming can you be with that? So I said- . ‘Oh honey, it looks just fabulous on you!’ I covered myself on the two tiny bandages thing- Lord help me.  I said ‘Well, I wish I had never dyed mine’…Then out of the blue she said- ‘I heard you wrote a book!’ I mumbled ‘Yes, I did’ said something about the book had been out a couple of years and I had been shocked to get a few royalty checks. The milk section was now clear but I was not out of the clear…I was stuck.

After being chastised about not promoting the book and saying to me over and over, you need to do that!  I toId her that even though I  was in retail all of my life- could sell anything but ‘for some reason I just can’t bring myself to properly promote the book, especially a Bible Study because there are soo many good ones out there…’  We went round and round…I was beginning to get nervous and exposed, right there by the bacon and the bologna and the milk… She grabbed me up, locked eyes with me and said ‘Would you mind if I pray for you?’

‘No, I don’t mind. I hope you will’ She said, ‘Right here, right now?’ … I am thinking…right here by the bacon, the bologna and the milk.. ‘Well, just let her go ahead, Lord…’

I must say right here that by the bacon and the bologna- there is an entrance to the stock room, occasionally a grocery worker pushed by us- with garbage or some stock. However, right that minute no one was around and I just gave way to it all…thinking it was sweet…it would be ok, it was precious really…no problem and the best time saver would be to just let her go ahead…image  She had me in a buggy lock anyway…so buggy to buggy, squeezing my hands, looking at me straight in the eye- like ‘Let’s do this’…She began praying…’Lord give her confidence, give her the will to do what You want her to do with this book…’ Swoosh…a big haul of something went by. She kept praying – ‘Lord give her this, Lord give her that’ …Lord, Lord, Lordie mercy! I kept my eyes closed as tight as I could. Then boom- a loaded cart hit the buggies- I startle easily. I sort of jumped, she just held on tighter, kept praying fervently. By now, I’m praying…hard. Lord, help me. I cleared my throat. I cracked open one eye…and she had her eye cracked open just as she was saying …‘Lord, I’m talking to You just like she isn’t here…’

Well, it was getting crowded now near the bacon and the bologna.. and that just put me over the top. I suffer, I suffer…from inappropriate laughter– it wasn’t the cracked eye, it wasn’t the prayer- I just lost it- over the top laughter. Bursting with laughter. Thankfully she is a delightfully funny person herself. Thank You Lord! She burst out laughing too! I think the term here is ‘she busted out laughing’. I thanked her, she let go of me…I told her I needed to go…she did too. I pushed off toward the milk, grabbed a carton- headed to the Deli section. One of the workers, a friendly sort said ‘honey, that was about an hour and a half long chat you was havin’ … They know me.  My eyes darted to the wall clock. I said ‘Look, my husband’s waiting, do you think you could get me a plate lunch with some of that country fried steak and rice?’ The clerks see me in there all the time, as I said- they. know. me. She said ‘Are you alright? I’ve never seen anybody who can get hung up like you do.. that gets caught by folks in this store’ as she was dipping up the plate lunch. I said, ‘Well, that’s true’…then she said, ‘What was that about?’ I cleared my throat and sheepishly, with fear and trepidation I said….’Well, you see- I wrote a book…’

I want all of you to know-  I need all the prayer I can get- I am so thankful to God, He helped me write this book.  I am still not comfortable promoting it. However, for some reason known only to God- here we are- four years later and I still get a royalty check every now and then. I still suffer from getting ‘caught’ in the grocery store, and from time time I continue to display inappropriate laughter. Though, I do love to laugh in general. This week, I wanted to share another book with you, while we are celebrating our new library in my home town.

Love y’all, Camellia

‘Four Days the Lazarus Principle’ can be found here- at Amazon.com

Alabama the Beautiful…

“Just look at those clouds. Sometimes Alabama just breaks my heart – it’s so pretty, it just breaks my heart into little pieces.”    Honora DeChavannes from Michael Lee West’s book- ‘Mermaids in the Basement’….  “Just look at those clouds… it’s so pretty…it breaks my heart into little pieces…” No truer words were spoken- Enjoy…

 

It bears repeating:  “Just look at those clouds. Sometimes Alabama just breaks my heart- it’s so pretty, it just breaks my heart into little pieces.”

‘Mermaids in the Basement’ by Michael Lee West, set in the Gulf Coast area of Alabama- is a delightful book, a great beach read!

 Alabama is heartbreakingly beautiful! She has earned the title – ‘Alabama the Beautiful’ . If you’re dreaming of a beach vacation- well, I guess you know where my heart is…

Love y’all, Camellia

Jeremy Miniard* took these photographs just last week of the Gulf Coast and Mobile Bay.

‘Mermaids in the Basement’ is available on Amazon.com

 ‘Alabama the Beautiful’ books- Amazon.com

*all rights reserved on Jeremy Miniard photographs

Our Southern Daddies…

 

 

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I couldn’t decide on the title for this post- ‘Our Southern Fathers’ looked wrong…’The Southern Dad’ wasn’t right either, so I went with pure simplicity, which is what most Southern children called our fathers- Daddy. We either said ‘Mother or Momma’…but rarely- called our daddies- ‘Father’. Even grown southern men call their fathers – ‘Daddy’.

Most southern men are not big talkers to their children. Here’s  how it goes:

  • Southern Mother (SM) – ‘Go ask your daddy’
  • Southern Daddy (SF) ‘What did your momma say?’
  • Southern Daughter (SD) ‘She said to ask you!’ SD – ‘Well whatever y’all decide is fine with me’.

The most potent tool a Southern Mother has, is not ‘Just wait ’til you daddy gets home’- it’s this:  ‘If you get yourself in trouble..it will break your daddy’s heart!’ As far as their daughters’ clothing- Southern Mothers have many opinions on that but Southern Daddies say:

  • ‘Well, don’t you look pretty!’
  • ‘You’ll be the prettiest girl there.’
  • ‘You look just like your momma, maybe prettier.’

     

Here are some actual examples of Southern Daughters interacting with Southern Daddies:

  • SD: ‘Do these shoes look funny?’
  • SF: ‘Well they’re not hilarious.’
  • SD: ‘My hair looks awful!’
  • SF: ‘No worse than usual.’
  • SD: ‘Here Daddy, try this, you’ve always liked this casserole.’
  • SF: lengthy pause- says nothing-
  • SD: ‘Daddy, what do you think?’
  • SF:  ‘Well, it’s not up to your usual high standards, darlin’

Southern men are more likely to introduce ‘risk’ into the lives of their children. They teach their sons how to hunt, fish, plow, work on cars, drive tractors, start fires, cut the grass, throw baseballs or footballs- at a much younger age than Southern Mothers approve of; with daughters, Southern Daddies introduce swimming in the ocean, going up on high water slides, riding fast and high carnival rides, playing skee ball; they teach play-to-win Dominoes or Monopoly, to develop the killer instinct. In return, a Southern Daddy will allow their daughters to play hairdresser and put rollers, bobby pins, hair clasps even hair bows- patiently putting up with ‘fixing’ Daddy’s hair. Southern Daddies like to show off by tossing their children in the air, or holding an infant in one hand. He will put together swing sets, rope swings – install virtual playgrounds with whatever he can get his hands on. Southern Daddies prefer to teach their own children how to drive cars and impress upon them the ‘rules of the road’.

In the South, watching football begins in infancy- with Daddy holding the baby like a football while the baby goes ‘uh-oh, uh-oh’ every time a player is tackled. Soon the daughters are calling football plays and players’ names and numbers and statistics just as well as the sons are. You must always remember  a Southern Daddy wants to do all of this because in his heart, he never got to play as much as he wanted to when he was a little boy.

When a Southern Daughter brings home a young man to meet her Southern Daddy (SF) -here are the questions you can count on:

  • SF: ‘Where’d you say you’re from?’ (this occurs at least 3 times during which time, the young man is grilled with ‘who-do-you-know’ questions- just to make sure this boy is actually from where he says he is!)
  • SF: ‘So, how much is gas up that way?’ (the young man’s reaction to gas prices are an indicator of  his character)
  • SF: ‘What kind of mileage do you get with that car?’ (the young man’s knowledge of finance and general information is at stake)
  • SF: ‘Now, what kind of work do you do?’ thereafter he will always ask: ‘how’s work goin’? to make sure the young man is still actually working I guess.
  • SF: after he has met the young man’s parents- he will forever ask: ‘How’s your momma and daddy doing?’ This also is a test of character, to see whether the young man has actually seen his folks recently.

Southern Daddies come in all shapes and sizes, but their dress code is much the same, or at least was…Khakis were casual, jeans became acceptable casual attire but most older men still wear khakis. Starched dress shirts with ties, whether with a suit or under brand new stiff overalls- depending on the region. A sportcoat and tie was considered ‘casual’- a suit was ‘dress’ attire for church, weddings and funerals. However, if you give him a horrible leisure suit and tell him he looks good in it- he will wear it from here to eternity. Do not ever do this! Vacation attire is…well, let’s just say- convention is almost thrown out the window- an undershirt under a golf shirt, with a pair of ‘short pants’ and tube socks pulled up almost knee high and bright white tennis shoes seems ‘sensible’ to some- while others may sport tank tops and bathing suits though tank tops are sort of frowned on- but the number one rule in a Southern male’s vacation attire that can never be broken- do not-I repeat- DO NOT ever..ever.. wear a Speedo bathing suit! Boxer type, board shorts, even cut off blue jeans but never, ever ‘show ’em everything you’ve got’. It just isn’t done. He might say ‘I love to go swimmin’ with pretty women’…but he knows how to show respect doing it!

A Southern Daddy may have served in the military but he will rarely speak of it, he may have played football- he will keep his letter sweater, football and old photos but he will never bring them out to show you. He is much more interested in working in concession stands, watching his children perform and will even sell the donuts or raffle tickets at work rather than have his children ‘traipsing all over the neighborhood’, begging. Southern Daddies are predictable- at mealtime, he will either give a little speech and say how glad he is you’re there and that he might not be here next year, then call on someone to say the blessing or he will say, ‘Well, do y’all want me to say the blessing?’ One type or the other, but you can count on it happening.

A Southern Daddy will always ‘pay his respects’ to widows and orphans, say ‘yes, ma’am and no ma’am’, he will gladly grill a steak or crank the ice cream freezer out on the porch, and he will sing- ‘You are my Sunshine’ in lieu of ‘Rockaby Baby’. He takes car care very seriously- oil changes,  air in the tires,  rotation of the tires, tuneups, minor repairs, fills up the gas tank for his Southern Daughters. Southern Daddies will grudgingly give these duties over to his son in law. When asked, he will gladly escort his daughter anywhere, except down the aisle, even if the hand has been properly asked for and given, no matter how much he likes the groom, she will always be his little girl.

 

A Southern Daddy wishes he could have the chance to raise his children all over again, he enjoyed every minute of it- and where has time gone, anyway? A Southern Daddy will slip his daughter a little money just to tide her over, for emergencies, spending money or just to buy something pretty for her sweet self. He will always try to never let her down; this is a lifetime guarantee.

Southern Daddies want their daughters to be strong and smart, beautiful and brave; they have just a few rules:

  • 1) Always make an A in conduct
  • 2) Always try for perfect attendance.
  • 3) Never intentionally mistreat anyone or anything.
  •  4) Have good manners and show them off every chance you get.

So, for all of you Southern Daughters- remember your daddy doesn’t really want anything for Father’s Day- but if you write him a note, give him an updated picture of yourself or buy a sentimental card? He may quietly say – ‘thank you’. Then, one day you will find he has kept every single one of them! God bless our Southern Daddies!

Love y’all, Camelliaimage

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