We spent last week at home in Missouri with Mother and Daddy. We were going to drive up on Christmas Day, but the weather prevented that. So we arrived, safe and sound, the day after and begin a wonderful week.
My Sweet Daddy has just turned 80 and while we missed his big birthday/retirement blast, we had very sweet visit with them after all the hoopla was over {yep! At 80 he has retired from the ministry, but he's still preaching a lot on Sundays...go figure!} We got to see the slide show from the party, and read through all the cards and letters he got.
I looked through the house and saw some decorations from Christmas Past and many new ones. My mother decorates for Christmas like nobody's business, and there is always a special glow about her house for the holidays. I convinced her to let me help her de-deck the halls, which was a precious deposit in my memory bank...one I'll cherish.
We watched football games and basketball games. We ate at the table upsatairs and sat for hours just talking about how we'd run the world if we were in charge. We ate downstairs in front of the TV and cheered our boys to victory and defeat. We rested and we napped. Rocket Man did a little repair work with Daddy and Mother and I went shopping. We ate out with Uncle Chuck and Doris.
In short, it was a lovely visit and so good to be back home. I never lived in Eldon, Missouri, but my grandparents lived there when I was small and it has always held a special place in my heart. We did the mandatory drive past the old house on High Street and I remarked, as always, that it is a shame that the house has been so altered. We went to the Post Office and I remembered going there with my grandfather and buying stamps. We went to the drug store, as we always do. We even got to meet a dentist, because I had a crown fall off. I love that my Mother can just call the dentist in that small town and get me worked in within a few hours and what could have been a disaster was a rather pleasant experience!
I love going home. I love that there are several towns and locations that feel like home to me. But the best going home is when we get back to Huntsville, Alabama. That is where home is most real to me. The home that Rocket Man and I have built for ourselves. As I've said before, it isn't anything that Better Homes and Gardens is going to be doing a double page spread on anytime soon. In fact, I'll be lucky if the city doesn't cite me this month because my leaves are still in the yard. But in this house...in these rooms...in this place there is a wonderful feeling of being in the most sacred of homes. It is not the house I love...not the home...but the life I live there with the man I adore.
Going home is soothing to my soul. It meets a need in me whether it is to the Bootheel of Missouri or to Central Missouri where I strain to see the familiar roads and landmarks of my early childhood. Even better than going home is coming home. To our life and our resident children and our work. I feel very blessed that we love living in Rocket City, USA and that we love the life we live here.
Going home...then coming home. It was a lovely visit.
~Mollianne
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Generation to Generation
We are the daughters of a very special woman. Irene Austin Younger would have loved this project, and she most certainly loved her girls: Charlotte, Mollianne, Annie, Teri Lynne and Casiday Hope. We are the generations who have followed, but we are not all in direct line. We are not the only women in this line. Charlotte's daughter, Linda, and her girls BobbieJo, Mollianne and Sami are also daughters of Irene. We are scattered across the land, from coastal Georgia to Alabama and Tennesee to Texas and Missouri.
We are mothers and daughters. We are grandmothers, granddaughters, sisters, aunts, cousins and nieces. Four generations of females; strong in our faith, we stand on the shoulders of giants. In this place we want to give honor to the faith that binds us, to share our stories and thoughts, to giggle and just be girls. You are most welcome to come and bide awhile with us here.
About Us ...
Charlotte is our matriarch ... mother of Molli, Bigmama to Teri Lynne, Oma to Annie, and Great-Bigmama to Casiday, Munner to her other granddaughters. You'll love everything she writes ... for even in the written form, she is vibrant and fun. Mollianne is the eldest of Charlotte's daughters. Though life has not always followed the path she expected, Molli is an inspiration to her husband (Rocket Man), her children, her grandsons & everyone who knows her. When Molli shares a snippet from her life, you are sure to find yourself nodding in understanding and chuckling at her expressions. Charlotte Anne, better known as Annie, is the daughter of Mollianne, granddaughter and namesake to Charlotte, cousin and friend to Teri Lynne, and in awe of young Casiday Hope. She leads a busy life, juggling many roles, and constantly struggles to keep her priorities straight. Her memories may be foggy, but her love of her family is crystal clear. Teri Lynne is the third generation represented here. Daugher of Charlotte's younger son and neice to Molli, Teri Lynne is a devoted student and teacher of the Word of God. Her study area is the floor of her living room surrounded by laundry that should be folded, papers that need to be sorted, and a television that never seems to be turned off. Casiday is the youngest contributor to our grand blog ... at nine she possesses a most delightful blend of thoughtful insight and blissful oblivion. Casiday is Teri Lynne's daughter, Molli's great niece, and Charlotte's great-granddaughter. If you like short posts, Casiday's will undoubtedly be your favorite!
Mollianne's Blog
Teri Lynne's Blog
Casiday Hope's Blog
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