The Camp

Good morning! How are you good people this morning? We sure hope all are well, and welcome back to Ridin’ Out the Recession…in Miz Judi’s Kitchen.

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You know, we love talk about memories, especially childhood memories, and this morning I’d like to talk with you about a very special man in my life. He loved me to death, and showed it every time he was around. He taught me many things in life, one of which was a work ethic, and another was simply to laugh. He let me get away with things, I probably couldn’t get away with any place else, but around him it just seemed to be okay. Now I could push little things to the limit, but when I did, he didn’t need to raise his voice, but just look at me. When the smile came off his face, and he looked at you when he’d had enough, or you were just doing wrong, you knew. That’s all it took. He was very special, and still today, twenty years later or more since his death, I remember being around him as if it were yesterday. Even going as far back as when I was 3-4 years old…I remember, much of it vividly. Let me say this and I’ll get started. If you guys never had that one, truly special person in your life, I feel so sorry for you, because I gotta’ tell you, through him, I experienced love on a level, I’ve never attained from anyone else. My Mom’s Mother, Nannie Murphy from “shake him down Ruth, there’s a dime missing” fame, ran a very close second, but never quite reached the same plateau. She loved me too, very, very, much, and our bond was strong, but not quite like this one. Nanny Murphy and “Shake him down Ruth, there’s a dime missing”. More...