Friends are an important part of our daily lives. They can help decide the paths that we take and the choices me make. I love listening to old stories about families members and how they interacted with their friends. Some stories still baffle me. Uncle Denny was sharing with me yesterday about how Papaw Kell used to own a second hand shoe shop in Grundy, Virginia back during the Depression. I still don’t know why the family ever moved to Grundy. Denny will ask Tom and get back to me on that. I was trying to track down any link to any of the early Adkins in Grundy to our line. So far, the only connection I’ve found is to the family Surname of “Morgan(s).” I thinking it must have had to do with a friendship of some sort. Secondhand shoes was a good business to be in, back in the day, since you couldn’t buy a pair of new shoes. Tom was the only child to stay in Grundy, when the family moved onto Ohio. A man named Walter Benders gave my uncle Tom (nee Alfred Roscoe Adkins – he named himself Tom) a job at the local Drive-In running the projectors. He loved it then moved to another theater, I think before he took a job as the local Building Inspector. Friends in High-Places( wink-wink… a lighthearted joke)!

Papaw Kell also would haul coal from Grundy to Waverly, Ohio, for Ishmael Montgomery. I wish that I had asked about his truck, I can only imagine what it must have looked like. I hope it was a Ford. Anyway, both he and Ishmael were raised in Magoffin County, Kentucky. I’m assuming that’s how they met. I guess we could consider that Networking(insert chuckle here). Ishmael was the son of Ollie and Dennie Montgomery nee Montgomery. He married Zula Montgomery, the daughter of Greenville and Mary Elizabeth (nee Howard) Montgomery. Ishmael and Zula, together had a daughter named Flora aka Flory; their only child. Flory married and divorced my late Uncle Lee. His full name was Charles Lee Adkins, but like most people he went by his middle name. I also found that odd since most people claim to hate their middle names, but anyway, I digress. Zula died a just few short weeks after my Aunt Flory was born from Septicemia following childbirth – delivery by midwife. That was common back then. A lot of women died of what my Grandma Dorothy “Child-Bed Fever.”

Ishmael then married my late Uncle Ben Adkins’s daughter Ethel Mae Adkins aka Mae Adkins Montgomery Williams. Mae married Rodney Williams after Ishmael passed away. Mae never had any children of her own either. Uncle Ben was Papaw Kell’s older brother. Mae was from Ben’s second marriage, also brief, to Cora Howard. Cora passed away and Ben married Ethel Montgomery daughter of Bruce Montgomery and Lula Blanton. [side-note: I love the story from Mary Alice about her two Grandpa’s – Brucepa & Flempa. Her Grandma Lula had married Flem Nickell after a questionable divorce from Bruce.] They had a lot of children so my late Uncle John Lewis Adkins (Kell & Ben’s oldest brother) and his wife Loula (don’t know her maiden name) Adkins raised Mae and Mae’s brother Robert, since they had no kids of their own. It sounds a little complicated, but times were hard back then and people did what they thought was best for their kids and for family. Well, most people anyway. But had they not had that network those people may have otherwise, never met.

When you’re journaling today, don’t forget to jot down the names of your friends, old and new. Describe each one very briefly and note when and where each was a friend.

If you had a childhood boyfriend or girlfriend, note his or her name, when you were friends, and briefly, what the relationship was like.

If you ever had an imaginary friend, describe this “friend” and when, where and how they were a part of your life.

Name the people besides family and friends who were important in your life. Note their relationship with you and what made this person memorable.

Name other people or social groups you tend to hang out with.

Think of your best friend(s), where or how did you meet? What drew you together? What did you typically do together, after school, on weekends, and or during vacations?

What are your fondest memories with your friends? Did you have any secrets or secret places that you’d go? Did you ever have a fight? Did you compete? Did something happen to end the your friendship(s)?

Who else was important to you? What did they look like? How did they act? Where did you meet? What happened between you? What made them stand out? What events or occasions happened that involved them?

Were there any “hangouts” places that you tended to go be with others your age? What was it like? What type of people were generally there? What would happen?

I had a friend named Bucket Woods in elementary school. No, I’m not joking. She lived on the main drag in Trenton, Ohio at the time and we lived on the corner of Madison Ave. She lived in light green two story house. Her older sister Tina and my oldest sister Shirley were very good friends at the time. That’s about all I can remember, but I still talk about her today, so it must have meant a lot to me at the time. That’s usually how most friendship’s and marriages for that matter, start. A common bond or relationship. Sometimes, it’s easier to track somebody down through their friends than it is to call a family member. The stories are usually better too.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. ~ Henri J.M. Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life

Week One of 2012 – how are you doing with any resolutions/goals?

I wasn’t really on board with a massive new diet plan … although I really needed to be. The one thing that I never thought I’d ever be was fat. Well now that I’m a size 12, it’s a reality. I’m practically living in my pajamas these days. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, when actually, lounging around in some comfy j’s for at least a good part of one day on the weekend this time of year will do your soul good. I just can’t make it a lifestyle.

My friend Jonna has started a new dieter/support group for her friends and she has drafted me to take part. I’m still a “maybe,” until I can be fully committed. I don’t like to do anything half way. I still love to cook and eat a little too much, but I’m sure I will be getting real serious here… real soon. Or tossing out last years shoes won’t be the only wardrobe changes I’ll be making.

I saw a column that said,” Shop for a brand new workout outfit. Even if you don’t workout, use it as an alternative to jeans and sweaters on the weekends. If you are committed to working out more in 2011, this will help keep you motivated. Add a fresh pair of sneakers for the gym and waterproof boots when you wear it as street-wear.” I took that one to heart. I was gifted pajama jeans for my birthday in October, and I love them. I recommend them to all my friends.

Well I probably own 15 workout outfits that I don’t ever put on. I used to do yoga three or more times a week. I loved it. I have no idea why, but I just stopped completely two years ago, and gifted all of our fitness equipment, so I may start a class, as soon as I can find one close to home. I need to set a realistic goal for myself and reach it.


Another was: I had told myself I was going to read the bible through again this year. It’s really a wonderful and rewarding experience. I’ve done it now, so many times, but it always seems new. I’m not a huge fan of some of the newer translations, but I still read them, just to gain a new perspective, but always go back to my KJV – to me it reads like poetry. That is a constant on my Resolution list – To read my bible more. I may never take that off. Reading is probably my only vice. So if I’m going to indulge, it may as well be in a really good book. I love my old Thompson Chain, but to be honest, with age, I can barely see the words anymore. I may need to get a copy for my eReader real soon; Pitiful.

That may be on my new Christmas Santa Baby list. I’m trying to keep my splurges to a minimum this year (not withstanding all of the birthday and Anniversary gifts), but I did want to add a few new things to the house. A new china pattern for one, it’s like junk food for a dish hound. (That only makes sense, if you are one). Okay, okay maybe have two vices.


I’ve been regretting a remodeling decision that I was talked out of a few years back by my husband and late brother-in-law. If decide to do something – trust me – I’ve gone over it in my mind a thousand times, I should have never let someone tell me that’s not what I should do (resale value – like I care). A home is the way you live in it, it may not make sense to others, but I live here and it’s what should have been done. I realize that more and more everyday. So my goal is to revisit my original house plan. I may be under some serious destruction here real soon. I’ll have to get back to you on that one.


Do you feel like your plan is solid & helpful? Have you had some rough spots already (it’s okay to admit it; anything worth doing is going to be challenging at times)? Tell us your successes &/or challenges, & get some moral support from the rest of us!

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today’s Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday. ~ Gladys Tabor, Still Cove Journal

It's Good To Be King!

It's Good To Be King!

I wanted to share a few good memories, this is one of my favorites. Valentine’s Day 2004 Costume Party at our house.


“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.”
-Albert Einstein

I got this in my inbox…

‘It was a busy morning, about 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80’s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he were a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised and asked him, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”

True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.’

‘Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.


Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.’

Over the years, it’s easy to lose touch with friends; even the ones you thought would be around forever. Sometimes friends grow apart for good, but sometimes a friendship is worth rekindling.




Go oft to the house of a friend, for weeds choke up the unused path. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

When you see someone sitting alone on a bench, make it a point to speak to them.




When you carry out acts of kindness you get a wonderful feeling inside. It is as though something inside your body responds and says, “Yes, this is how I ought to feel.” ~ Rabbi Harold Kushner