It's A Southern Thing

Wow, can you imagine such starlets as Katharine Hepburn wearing pants out in public gatherings. I can just hear the conservative South expressing their opinion about women wearing pants, let alone shorts and, oh my goodness, short shorts. What would the world come to when women of the 1930’s started wearing short shorts.

Even though the fashion manufacturers of the day were making short shorts for the ladies to wear they didn't really take off, but they did hang around, because I do remember all the cute girls back in our day wearing those wonderful short shorts. Oh, what lucky guys we were. Do you remember short shorts and when they got popular and why they got popular. Well, I have a little story to tell you. Like I said, shorts for women have been around at least since the 1930’s and they started getting pretty popular in the 1940’s. This is the story of why they got popular and why I call it a southern thing.

You see, it all started back when the Second World War broke out in Europe, and things got even worse when the Japanese ventured into the war, because our sources of silk became stretched to say the least. Any stockpiles of silk or nylon were going toward the war effort for such things as parachutes. So, what was a young lady of the late 30’s and 40’s to do. No stockings, oh my goodness. This must have been a blow to all the girl watchers out there as well. Never fear though, these young ladies came up with some great ideas.

Meanwhile, in the conservative South, women were working in the fields and on the farms and in the factories. White women worked in the fields and on the farms because their men were now in Europe and Asia fighting in the Second World War did their best not to get an all over tan. As a matter fact, they tried to cover up from head to toe because no genteel Southern lady wanted anyone to know that they were a common woman and worked in the fields. That's why you still saw women in the fields wearing either pants or long skirts and they were adorned with floppy hats to keep their face from getting tanned. So, when the supply of nylon stockings ran out in the South, what were the conservative women of the South to do. I'll tell you what they did, they started wearing short shorts and allowing their legs to be tanned so that they would look as if they were wearing stockings. Why some were even so bold that they painted a line down their leg with dark mascara to make it look like they were wearing seamed stockings, because that's how stockings were made in those days. The adoption of short shorts became popular in the South during leisure activities, oh my, what was Aunt Betty Lou to think of her girls. The South was turned on its ear to think that just a few years ago everyone was up in arms because women started wearing pants instead of skirts Nowadays, it's almost impossible to find women wearing skirts, sorry as the days of girl watching has gotten a little less leggy, if you are a leg man.

Things had progressed a little bit by the time we had gotten to the 1960’s where the go-go dancers in cages were all wearing short shorts, and doing all of those 60’s dances.

Girl watchers were in hog heaven. All of the trendy and mod young ladies were adorned with some of the shortest shorts ever seen up to that time. I know because I lived in that era and you can't tell me those shorts were not short. Starlets like Ann-Margret and Raquel Welch made short shorts part of every girls fashion wardrobe from the late 60’s, through the 70’s when they were known as hot pants and on into the 1980’s.

Young ladies of the South had improvised since day one when they found out that they could wear shorts, because one of the most popular pieces of apparel for Southerners were denim jeans, better known as blue jeans. These fashion conscious southern lasses had been cutting off their blue jeans and wearing them as shorts and allowing them to fray around the legs for a few years before a television show known as The Dukes of Hazard came about and actress Catherine Bach made showing her legs in short cut off blue jeans fraying around the legs popular for an entire nation. And believe me, at my age in those days I had no complaints about it all.

Yes, ever since those Southern girls allowed themselves to be comfortable and decided that shorts were okay to wear and flying those shorts in the face of all the detractors at the time, so to speak, made it possible for short shorts to become popular and the trend seems to pop up about every 10 years or so for the pleasure of all the girl watchers out there, like myself.

You see, I don't believe without the adoption of the southern women wearing shorts in the South, the short shorts would have never been so popular. That's my story of why I call it a southern thing, and I'm sticking to it.

Your history, is in the ministry?

I keep begging everyone to please write down your history and what you remember about your life. It's not for you that I asked these things, but for your descendants that will come after you. That may never know you that I ask that you do this. Believe me they will want to know who you are and what you were.

 I was watching some of the Glen Campbell special where his daughter was talking to Congress and was telling them, that one day his memory of her will be gone. I wanted to reach out and hug her because I feel her pain, but I also wanted to ask her what she really knew of her father's history. Even though her father is a famous man, I am sure there are some things about his history that she will now never know.

I hope that at least some of you will try to write the important things down, but I want you to understand that it's not just the important things. It's what you loved and what you enjoy doing. It's your first kiss, your first girlfriend or boyfriend and how hard was it for you to ask that certain person out on your very first date. It's how you felt when you look at your baby for the very first time. You see it's not really up to us to pick the memories that will be with us at the end of the day, because we don't get to choose them.

So for the sake of you and your descendants again, I am begging you and pleading with you if you are unable to write them down, please ask a member of your family to help you somehow. I never want to see any of our history disappear because we mattered. No matter how little a difference it was, we made a difference in this world. God put you here for a reason; don't let that reason be forgotten.

I have always remembered a story that Andy Griffith told about a man who was to be visited by his Lord and I have put my spin on the story that he told, because I love the story so much. Recently I have thought so much about the story because of all the posts about angels among us. Even though it's a Christmas story here's my take on and the story.

                                                                           Angels among us

There once was a young Wood Carver in the old country that had an amazing talent. His wood carvings of Jesus on the cross were sought by many of the small town parishes for their altar and he would also carve the Nativity scene for them as well. Once he had carved Jesus on the cross and the Nativity scenes for all of the local churches he had to find other means of making a living so he became a cobbler and made shoes for many of the towns surrounding his shop. As time went on, the Wood Carver and cobbler grew old and he had not carved Jesus on the Cross or the Nativity in many years but one of the local parishes church had burned and their Jesus on the Cross for their altar had perished along with the Nativity that he had also carved years earlier. He, of course, at first was overjoyed to do it again as it made him feel useful. He had received many letters from all of the parishioners on how much they had loved his carvings. He had carved every one and had everything done except for the baby Jesus and Jesus on the Cross. He just could not seem to get started, even though he'd picked up his chisel and hammer over 100 times, he just could not do it. He had the Body of Christ on the Cross and all he needed to do was finish the face so he picked up the hammer and chisel one more time and drew back but fell to his knees crying out “Oh Lord, I cannot see your face anymore. I have grown old and my memory has failed me. I need to see you again. I need to be able to carve your face so that people can see their Savior. Please Lord, let me look upon your face once more so that I can leave the people something that will warm their hearts at Christmas time and when they pray before you”.

The Wood Carver and cobbler could not believe his ears. He heard a voice that said to him “my son, I shall visit you on Christmas Eve and you will finish. You will see me once again and you will be filled with My spirit that will make you capable again of carving what you need for these people”. It was late on a Friday night and Christmas was Sunday so he only had this night and the morning to make ready for his Savior's visit. There was a woman from town that came in every weekend and helped him. He did not tell her why but he did tell her that the house and workshop needed to be spotless and that he was making a feast fit for a King. Between the two of them, they had his small home and workshop clean and bright and the smell of a wonderful feast wafted throughout the house and workshop. It was now getting late in the afternoon and he was excited because he expected his Savior at any time when he heard someone crying in the distance “please can someone help me, I am too weak and too tired to carry on”. The cobbler grabbed his scarf his hat in his coat and out his door he scampered into the afternoon setting sun where he found an old beggar man in rags without a coat in the freezing winter cold. “Here”, he said to the beggar man, “you must be frozen”. He wrapped him in his coat and put his scarf around him and adorned him with his hat and said “come with me,

I have food and fire and some clothing for you”. The two men proceeded to the cobbler's house where he asked the woman that helped him to bring the man some food. He went into his bedroom where he found a brand-new suit of clothes, socks and shoes for the beggar man. He gave the clothing to the beggar man. After he had eaten, the beggar man put them on and told the cobbler he was grateful, he had never had such generosity before and no one had ever given him a brand-new pair of shoes. The beggar man reached for the door and the cobbler said, “no wait, you can't go out into the cold like that”. The cobbler grabbed his own coat and scarf and hat and gave it to him and said, “God bless you on your way, but let me please give you one more thing”. The woman that helped the cobbler brought the cobbler a bag of food and gave it to the beggar man. The beggar man left his house and was soon gone on his path down the road.

It had gotten dark and much colder and the cobbler thought, “where are you my Lord, have you forgotten your promise to me that I would see you today”. When he heard a young child crying and then a knock from a small hand on his door he opened the door to find a young little girl crying, “can you help me, I am lost and I cannot find my parents. Will you help me sir.” “Where are they”, he asked. The little girl said “we were in a town, it can't be far from here. I was chasing a small rabbit and lost my way”. The man called to the woman that came to help him on the weekends, “can you carry her to town and see if you can find her parents”. The woman said “yes of course I can”. “I have something for you first my dear before you go, I have something for you”, he went to his workshop and picked up a doll he had carved and painted. It was a pretty little Princess doll and he gave it to little girl and told her, ”there is nothing to be afraid of, you now have a friend that will be with you always”. And he gave her a glass of milk and some cookies as the woman and girl went on their way to town.

The cobbler was starting to get worried and he started to pray again and then he realized how selfish he was. “There are so many that need you my Lord”, he prayed, “and I am being so selfish, I am worried about you coming to see me and who am I to take up your time, but Lord there are so many that are depending on me, if you don't, I will understand but I needed to deliver these things tomorrow for it is the day of your birth that we celebrate on Christmas. How can this little town celebrate without their Nativity and without you on the Cross looking upon them from your altar”. The Wood Carver got up and put another log or two on the fire when he heard a scream coming from the road. He opened his door to see an old woman who had fallen on the road in front of his house.

He ran out and asked “are you all right my good woman” and she replied, “no I think I've hurt my ankle”. He said “let me help you into the house, its warm there and you can have something to drink and something to eat’. She said “oh, thank you, kind sir, I have been on the road for four days and I am trying to get home. I did not realize it would take so long and that it had gotten so cold. The man carried her in the house and set her in the chair that he had made especially for his Lord and Savior to sit by the fire upon his visit. He had fed her the last of the feast that he had made for his Lord. He wrapped her ankle and went to his workshop and got a nice sturdy cane he had carved for her to use on her way. She said, “kind sir, I have no way of repaying you for your kindness”, and he replied, “I never expected you to. You just rest mother until you feel like you're able to go, you are welcome as long as you need to stay”. She got up and said, “thank you, kind sir, but I must be on my way. I have to get home, I have to get to my house tonight”. “As long as you think you're capable, my good woman, but just set for another minute to rest your ankle”. The woman did, but she was soon on her way and completely out of sight of the cottage.

It was now just a few minutes to midnight and just a few minutes it would be Christmas and where had his Lord been and he thought why had he not come as he promised. Why did he forsake him in his hour of need and again a voice spoke to him “I have not forsaken you, three times I have walked through your door and all three times you saw me sitting in the chair by the fire, you comforted me, fed me, and helped me address my pain. You are blessed among men, even though you had made all of the effort for me, you gave of yourself to those you thought were in need and by doing so you are attending to me. Take up your hammer and chisel for you have seen my face this Christmas Eve and you will have the strength you need to finish your task.

The woman that helped the cobbler had brought the little girl to their parish church, but when she had turned around, the little girl was no longer there.

She rushed in and told the priest of what had happened and by now it was time for early mass. He asked the woman, “where is your master, where is the cobbler. He is always here for early mass on Christmas morning, something must be wrong. We must go to him at once”. On their way, the woman and the priest met a wagon driver and a priest that were coming to collect the Nativity and Jesus on the Cross from the cobbler and they offered the woman and the priest a ride to the cobbler's house. Once they arrived they noticed that the door was open and they rushed in. There was no longer a fire in the fireplace and they went into the workshop where they found the cobbler in a chair that he had made for his Lord and Savior to sit in when he was coming to visit him on Christmas Eve, but the cobbler had passed away. They looked in the far corner and there was the most magnificent Jesus on the Cross they had ever seen and the most bright and beautiful Nativity that they had ever come across. The cobbler being a man of his word finished it all for the small parish church. The Wood Carver and cobbler had truly seen his Savior that night.

I would never have thought that I would ever travel as much as I have. I truly never believed that I would get out of Shelby County, Tennessee,

even though one of my biggest dreams was to explore the world. I met a young lady that I later married who had the same wanderlust that I did, but she had the courage to take me on the journeys of a lifetime. We've been to Europe, Asia and Africa and I loved it. The most memorable trip of all was a cruise that we took in the Mediterranean that started in Athens, then went to Egypt, Israel, Turkey, and to the beautiful Greek islands. We were lucky enough to go to the walled old city of Jerusalem and to Bethlehem, where I purchased a multitude of rosaries that were handmade in Jerusalem and Bethlehem. We walked the stations of the cross and, for those of you who do not know the stations of the cross, it is where miracles happened as Jesus carried his cross to the place where he was to be crucified. The thing that struck me was all of these places were relatively close in proximity to each other, even Bethlehem would have been like going from downtown Memphis Tennessee to Southaven, Mississippi. We also visited the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem that was built over the cave in which Jesus was born in a manger. The feeling that comes over you when you walk the areas where Jesus was born or where he taught the multitudes, even the garden of Gethsemane, is extremely close to everything.

I know that you're thinking that it costs too much money and it's too dangerous . I too was skeptical of the cost and our safety, but it was too important a journey for me not to have taken it. Just going to Jerusalem and Bethlehem would have been all I could've ever wished for, but we also went to Egypt and visited the Hanging Church in Coptic Cairo, which is built over the cave in which Jesus and his family stayed during his exile from Israel. We met some wonderful friends on our tour of Egypt and we actually went to a hookah bar, restaurant and had falafel which was a mixture of fried beans and vegetables in a ball served with lettuce, tomato and a Egyptian style yogurt sauce that was delicious. I can't help but think why was I blessed with these gifts from God when there are so many others more deserving of the trip. I will always be eternally grateful to my wife for the life I have been able to enjoy with her.

Of course, I have also done other things that were on my bucket list such as go to 221B Baker Street in London, England,

the home of the mythical character Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Other than Earl Derr Biggers character Charlie Chan, the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stories of Sherlock Holmes have always been my favorites. Of course, while we were in Hawaii I just had to go to Hotel Street in Honolulu where a lot of the exploits of that Oriental detective Charlie Chan took place.

We also drove completely around Germany, while we were in Germany. Our trip started in Basel, Switzerland visiting one of my wife's best friends. And then we set out on the autobahn driving a little Mercedes station wagon that I enjoyed immensely. Of course we visited her family while we were there and we went to all of the famous churches in Germany and, you guessed it, I bought more rosaries. I loved the food in Germany but it took us a while to find authentic German food. One day while looking for a German restaurant in Hamlin, a young black man crossed our path and in German my wife asked him if he knew where we could find a good German restaurant and in flawless German he jokingly said "for that you have to go to Spain", which was completely hilarious to me when she repeated it to me in English. When my wife told me what he had said the young man spoke up with a thick British accent and I was astonished and so was my wife, who is very seldom fooled by a non-native speaking German. We had a short conversation and went on our way. At one of the auto rest areas off of the autobahn there was a restaurant and it had authentic German food.

I guess truck drivers like their own cuisine served to them. We stayed in the town made famous by the Pied Piper of Hamlin and our hotel room was above a restaurant and bar, but it was extremely quaint because everything was done up like it was in the story of the Pied Piper of Hamlin.

Our trip to Turkey was the most amazing place of all as it seemed to have the culture of the East and the West blended quite carefully. We went to the Hagia Sophia and to the Blue Mosque and to Topkapi, the palace of the sultans of the Ottoman Empire. Istanbul was known in earlier times as Constantinople after the Emperor Constantine that was converted to Christianity. The Ottomans conquered Turkey and changed the city name to Istanbul in the early 20th century. A dear friend of our family lived for a time in Ankara, Turkey, where her father was stationed for the Air Force and she sent me a Turkish dagger as a present one Christmas. It is solid brass and I still have it to this day. I was ecstatic going to Turkey, not only because she had been there, but it was also where they shot my favorite James Bond movie of all times "From Russia With Love". I secretly tried to find the support column were Sean Connery as James Bond 007 hid out of sight in the Hagia Sophia and I think I found it.

I know it's silly to base a lot of what you really want to see on TV and movies, but I have told you all many times that I am a movie and TV fanatic and it was nice to go to all of these countries that I had read and seen in movies and TV shows, such as going to Harrods Department Store in London and having tea and scones with my wife, actually she had tea and scones, while I had a hamburger and a Coke. I have been to Macy's in New York and various other large department stores in United States but nothing, and let me tell you, nothing is quite like going into Harrods department store. They have everything imaginable to man to be sold in this store.

The first time I saw Paris, I fell deeply in love with the City of Lights. No other city has the romantic atmosphere that draws us back as Paris, France. We tried our best to eat the places where the french themselves would eat at and not the tourist traps. we would go to the market on Rue Cler and buy a baguette and cheese and a bottle of wine and sit in our hotel room overlooking a view of the Eiffel Tower and eat our food and then back out to the Champs Elysee to the top of the Arc de Triomphe to gaze at the Eiffel Tower in all its glittering, glowing glory at night. Since the millenium the Eiffel Tower has been glowing and blinking which makes it even more a romantic site to see from the Arc de Triomphe.

When one visits Paris, the Louvre Museum     is 

absolute must.

Not only does it house treasures from around the world, but it also has the most magnificent collection of paintings of any museum ever anywhere. The greatest masterpiece ever, the Mona Lisa, is its featured treasure. And no other museum that I know of has a greater collection of Egyptian artifacts, other than the Egyptian Museum in Cairo.

There will always be a part of my heart that longs to sit in the Polidor Restaurant in St. Michel, having lunch and a glass of wine. One thing that I guess I wanted to see more than anything else was the place where Charles Lindbergh landed on his flight from New York to Paris at the Le Bourget Airport and its Museum of Air and Space which is only rivaled by the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.

I wish that I could show you all the wonders that I have seen in my life as a poor young man from Memphis. I have truly been blessed with the riches of ages and those riches are not of gold, they are the sights and sounds of the world and the knowledge that each of these trips have brought me. I pray that we have at least one more trip or two still to do. My wife and I would both love to go to Rome and attended mass at St. Peter's Basilica and I would also love to go back to Germany one more time. Even if we never go across the sea again, I am hopeful that we will be able to visit some of our favorite cities in the United States and Canada, one more time as well.

I don't tell you these things to brag, truly I am not. I only wish to share them with you so that you might take at least one trip to somewhere exotic yourself. God has blessed me and I pray that he will bless you with something as remarkable as he did me

                                                                           My South

Let me tell you about my South, where Southern pride is mixed with peach cobbler and a dash of manners. In my South you said yes, sir or yes ma'am and if you didn't, you got the back of your mother's hand and being respectful to your elders was not just expected it was demanded.

In my South your neighbors look after you as if you were a member of their own family. I remember in my South the first day of desegregation. We were all scared of doing or saying the wrong thing, because my mother gave me a lecture and told me if she heard of me being mean or rude to any of the black children she would tan my hide. Both black and white student alike tried not to even look at each other. We were actually scared of each other, after all we were just children in a mixed up political world that had been turned upside down. As usual being children from the South, we of eventually welcomed each other as new friends and playmates. In my South on Sunday mornings, you could hear the church bells ring from one end of the county to the other. For Sunday dinner there was always Southern fried chicken with all the normal fixins. In my South men and boys alike put their women on a pedestal and respected them as if they were China dolls. In my South at the end of every school year, there was a picnic that included all of the children's families and some of the most wonderful Southern food you could imagine.

There would always be a softball game or two, and three-legged races and all kinds of activities to strength our appetites, for all the fine food and fixins our mothers had made. In my South the reputation of your family name was guarded like it was precious gold and if you had done something wrong, your father would tell you that you had disgraced the family name and dishonored your heritage. You see, my South was where all of the family’s that lived here and work here and died here guarded the reputation of our heritage up to and including our last breath.

Angels among us

I have always remembered a story that Andy Griffith told about a man who was to be visited by his Lord and I have put my spin on the story that he told, because I love the story so much. Recently I have thought so much about the story because of all the posts about angels among us. Even though it's a Christmas story here's my take on and the story.

                                                                           Angels among us

There once was a young Wood Carver in the old country that had an amazing talent. His wood carvings of Jesus on the cross were sought by many of the small town parishes for their altar and he would also carve the Nativity scene for them as well. Once he had carved Jesus on the cross and the Nativity scenes for all of the local churches he had to find other means of making a living so he became a cobbler and made shoes for many of the towns surrounding his shop. As time went on, the Wood Carver and cobbler grew old and he had not carved Jesus on the Cross or the Nativity in many years but one of the local parishes church had burned and their Jesus on the Cross for their altar had perished along with the Nativity that he had also carved years earlier. He, of course, at first was overjoyed to do it again as it made him feel useful. He had received many letters from all of the parishioners on how much they had loved his carvings. He had carved every one and had everything done except for the baby Jesus and Jesus on the Cross. He just could not seem to get started, even though he'd picked up his chisel and hammer over 100 times, he just could not do it. He had the Body of Christ on the Cross and all he needed to do was finish the face so he picked up the hammer and chisel one more time and drew back but fell to his knees crying out “Oh Lord, I cannot see your face anymore. I have grown old and my memory has failed me. I need to see you again. I need to be able to carve your face so that people can see their Savior. Please Lord, let me look upon your face once more so that I can leave the people something that will warm their hearts at Christmas time and when they pray before you”.

The Wood Carver and cobbler could not believe his ears. He heard a voice that said to him “my son, I shall visit you on Christmas Eve and you will finish. You will see me once again and you will be filled with My spirit that will make you capable again of carving what you need for these people”. It was late on a Friday night and Christmas was Sunday so he only had this night and the morning to make ready for his Savior's visit. There was a woman from town that came in every weekend and helped him. He did not tell her why but he did tell her that the house and workshop needed to be spotless and that he was making a feast fit for a King. Between the two of them, they had his small home and workshop clean and bright and the smell of a wonderful feast wafted throughout the house and workshop. It was now getting late in the afternoon and he was excited because he expected his Savior at any time when he heard someone crying in the distance “please can someone help me, I am too weak and too tired to carry on”. The cobbler grabbed his scarf his hat in his coat and out his door he scampered into the afternoon setting sun where he found an old beggar man in rags without a coat in the freezing winter cold. “Here”, he said to the beggar man, “you must be frozen”. He wrapped him in his coat and put his scarf around him and adorned him with his hat and said “come with me, I have food and fire and some clothing for you”. The two men proceeded to the cobbler's house where he asked the woman that helped him to bring the man some food. He went into his bedroom where he found a brand-new suit of clothes, socks and shoes for the beggar man. He gave the clothing to the beggar man. After he had eaten, the beggar man put them on and told the cobbler he was grateful, he had never had such generosity before and no one had ever given him a brand-new pair of shoes. The beggar man reached for the door and the cobbler said, “no wait, you can't go out into the cold like that”. The cobbler grabbed his own coat and scarf and hat and gave it to him and said, “God bless you on your way, but let me please give you one more thing”. The woman that helped the cobbler brought the cobbler a bag of food and gave it to the beggar man. The beggar man left his house and was soon gone on his path down the road.

It had gotten dark and much colder and the cobbler thought, “where are you my Lord, have you forgotten your promise to me that I would see you today”. When he heard a young child crying and then a knock from a small hand on his door he opened the door to find a young little girl crying, “can you help me, I am lost and I cannot find my parents. Will you help me sir.” “Where are they”, he asked. The little girl said “we were in a town, it can't be far from here. I was chasing a small rabbit and lost my way”. The man called to the woman that came to help him on the weekends, “can you carry her to town and see if you can find her parents”. The woman said “yes of course I can”. “I have something for you first my dear before you go, I have something for you”, he went to his workshop and picked up a doll he had carved and painted. It was a pretty little Princess doll and he gave it to little girl and told her, ”there is nothing to be afraid of, you now have a friend that will be with you always”. And he gave her a glass of milk and some cookies as the woman and girl went on their way to town.

The cobbler was starting to get worried and he started to pray again and then he realized how selfish he was. “There are so many that need you my Lord”, he prayed, “and I am being so selfish, I am worried about you coming to see me and who am I to take up your time, but Lord there are so many that are depending on me, if you don't, I will understand but I needed to deliver these things tomorrow for it is the day of your birth that we celebrate on Christmas. How can this little town celebrate without their Nativity and without you on the Cross looking upon them from your altar”. The Wood Carver got up and put another log or two on the fire when he heard a scream coming from the road. He opened his door to see an old woman who had fallen on the road in front of his house. He ran out and asked “are you all right my good woman” and she replied, “no I think I've hurt my ankle”. He said “let me help you into the house, its warm there and you can have something to drink and something to eat’. She said “oh, thank you, kind sir, I have been on the road for four days and I am trying to get home. I did not realize it would take so long and that it had gotten so cold. The man carried her in the house and set her in the chair that he had made especially for his Lord and Savior to sit by the fire upon his visit. He had fed her the last of the feast that he had made for his Lord. He wrapped her ankle and went to his workshop and got a nice sturdy cane he had carved for her to use on her way. She said, “kind sir, I have no way of repaying you for your kindness”, and he replied, “I never expected you to. You just rest mother until you feel like you're able to go, you are welcome as long as you need to stay”. She got up and said, “thank you, kind sir, but I must be on my way. I have to get home, I have to get to my house tonight”. “As long as you think you're capable, my good woman, but just set for another minute to rest your ankle”. The woman did, but she was soon on her way and completely out of sight of the cottage.

It was now just a few minutes to midnight and just a few minutes it would be Christmas and where had his Lord been and he thought why had he not come as he promised. Why did he forsake him in his hour of need and again a voice spoke to him “I have not forsaken you, three times I have walked through your door and all three times you saw me sitting in the chair by the fire, you comforted me, fed me, and helped me address my pain. You are blessed among men, even though you had made all of the effort for me, you gave of yourself to those you thought were in need and by doing so you are attending to me. Take up your hammer and chisel for you have seen my face this Christmas Eve and you will have the strength you need to finish your task.

The woman that helped the cobbler had brought the little girl to their parish church, but when she had turned around, the little girl was no longer there. She rushed in and told the priest of what had happened and by now it was time for early mass. He asked the woman, “where is your master, where is the cobbler. He is always here for early mass on Christmas morning, something must be wrong. We must go to him at once”. On their way, the woman and the priest met a wagon driver and a priest that were coming to collect the Nativity and Jesus on the Cross from the cobbler and they offered the woman and the priest a ride to the cobbler's house. Once they arrived they noticed that the door was open and they rushed in. There was no longer a fire in the fireplace and they went into the workshop where they found the cobbler in a chair that he had made for his Lord and Savior to sit in when he was coming to visit him on Christmas Eve, but the cobbler had passed away. They looked in the far corner and there was the most magnificent Jesus on the Cross they had ever seen and the most bright and beautiful Nativity that they had ever come across. The cobbler being a man of his word finished it all for the small parish church. The Wood Carver and cobbler had truly seen his Savior that night.

I know a lot of you out there probably don't know the name Paul Blaisdell, but I bet you know the films that he worked on. Paul Blaisdell was a sketch artist and fine arts painter and a monster maker.

Some of you out there made know a man who became Paul Blaisdell's agent, Forrest J. Ackerman, who got Paul Blaisdell his first job making a monster for Roger Corman's low-budget film, The Beast With One Million Eyes. Yes, Paul Blaisdell was the King of the low-budget monster makers.  He made some of our favorite monsters for American International Pictures schlock 1950’s sci-fi horror movies. Mr. Blaisdell was known especially for The She Creature, The Day the World Ended, Earth Versus the Spiders and, one of my favorites, Invasion of the Saucer Men.

He and fellow horror enthusiast Bob Burns started a magazine called Fantastic Monsters of the Films, sadly it was short lived, but Paul had a feature in it, a how to section he called the Devil's Workshop.

I don't know how you feel about the schlock film monsters that Paul brought to life but one thing that we have to agree on is that this man made monsters come to life with absolutely no budget and none of the modern materials that special effects artists have at their disposal today and he literally scared us silly. Paul used glue, Styrofoam, paper mache, and thermal underwear to make his creations come to life. I have heard modern monster effects artists say that they would hate to have tried to make the quality of monsters that Paul was capable of with only those types of materials available. It would have been time consuming and literally, a painstaking effort to create the monsters that Mr. Blaisdell created. 

Which brings me to Paul Blaisdell's last movie and I tell everyone that it is my favorite movie of all times, even though it has been listed in the 20 worst movies ever made. It has something special, something very special, you actually see Paul Blaisdell take off the mask from The She Creature and see him appear in the movie.

There is one other reason that it's one of my favorite films. It heralded the end of the teenage exploitation movie and the sci-fi horror pictures of American International Pictures before the introduction of the Technicolor Frankie and Annette beach party movies that dominated American International Pictures through the 60’s.

With the help of an actor friend of mine, Daniel Roebuck (also a collector and enthusiast of horror), I had the huge honor of meeting both Bob Burns and Forrest J. Ackerman at their homes in Burbank and Hollywood, CA, and seeing the actual props from many of the sci-fi and horror movies that I loved so dearly as a kid. We saw the Capitol building from Earth Versus the Flying Saucers, one of the only surviving mechanical skeletons from the original King Kong (with Faye Ray) from the 1930’s, and the actual Time Machine from the movie starring Rod Taylor (which was recently used on The Big Bang Theory). We had the opportunity to meet one of the movie’s co-star’s, Alan Young, as well. We saw the headpiece to Klaatu, the robot from The Day the Earth Stood Still, as well as the flying saucer from the great movie starring Michael Rennie, Patricia Neal and Sam Jaffe.

There were two extremely special treats that Forrest J. Ackerman had, one of Bela Lugosi’s capes and the Dracula crest ring from Dracula. But the best treat of all was a completely restored martian head mask and the hand that injected the alcohol into Frank Gorshin, used in the movie Invasion of the Saucer Men which were made by Paul Blaisdell himself. We were also privileged to see hundreds of props and models that these men had saved literally from being destroyed or thrown away by the studios that made the pictures.

I am a huge fan of Mr. Paul Blaisdell, not because his movies were Oscar quality pictures, but because they weren't, but they were absolutely the best fun a kid could have watching on Fantastic Features a horror movie in the dark in his living room, late on a Friday night.

I don't know if many of you know the story as to why I did not finish my education at Memphis Tech High School. The pure truth of the matter is I had to quit and go to work. I will try to make this short so as not to take up a lot of your time. My father worked at the refinery there in Memphis at the time. It was called Delta Refinery and the name was later changed to Mapco.

There have been many explosions and even a few deaths that occurred during the time that my father worked there. He too encountered an explosion that sent him to the hospital with third-degree burns over 80% of his body. I was the first one that the police department contacted and I called my brother to collect my mother at work rather than calling her not knowing what condition our father was in. My brother Gary House, also a Tech High School alumni, agreed with me and he went directly to pick up my mother who was a manager at the Crystal on Summer Avenue. I drove like a maniac to get to the Methodist Hospital where the ambulance took my father. When I arrived they rushed me back to the emergency room where my father was, not to make light of the situation, but the only way I could describe how he looked without being completely morbid would be to tell you that he looked like a crispy critter. The doctors were already removing the peeling and blistering skin from his body. I don't know how most people would react to seeing such a sight, but for me it was devastating. I have never been able to get that sight out of my mind all these years.

My father and I were always at odds with each other. I guess it's probably because he saw so much of himself in me. I understand now because I see so much of me in my grandson and we are at odds at times but, going through the experiences that I did with my father, I tried to make the experiences that hurt me so much different so that he will at least remember me fondly. It’s hard when you see them making the same mistakes that you did not to fall into the same pattern that your father took with you, so I fail miserably at times.

I don't know if any of you had ever experienced poverty like we did that entire year. You see a lawyer went to see my father in the hospital and as soon as the company found that out they stopped any payment of workman's comp or salary so we were living completely on why my mother made at Crystal. Up until that time biscuits and gravy was one of my favorite breakfasts, but when you have to eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner because you can't afford anything else, you lose your taste for what I once considered a breakfast delicacy. So you see, I had no option and I had no one to counsel to other than my family and my brother who was in denial that we were hurting financially and to be fair, he had his own family to worry about it that time. I would've loved to walk across the stage with those that I grew up with but it wasn't to be for me. I'm not bitter because, you see, I have done more than most in my life. God truly blessed me with the things that I have done and the things that I have seen and everything that he is allowed me to learn.

The education that I have now I hold in the highest regard. None of the teachers that I had probably ever knew the struggles that I was going through and the decision that I had to make and I am sure that they would have thought it was the wrong decision and for someone else they might have been right, but it was my path to travel and I thoroughly believe God sent me on that path for a reason. Later in life he blessed me for going through the struggles that I went through and I cannot thank him enough for all he's done for me. There were others in my life that I must thank as well, you see, the teachers that I had all the way from grade school up until my last day of high school where some of the best people I had ever met. They were not just teachers they were my mentors and yes my heroes. There were teachers that did not understand me and believe me I don't blame them. It was only later in life that I grew to understand the problems that made it hard for me to learn and with the help of a loving wife and the knowledge that was bestowed on me by all of the teachers I had, somehow I figured out how to learn and what motivated me and I don't believe without those teachers I would be the person I am today. So “Thank You”! All of you that touched my life and taught me so much!

I would never have thought that I would ever travel as much as I have. I truly never believed that I would get out of Shelby County, Tennessee,

even though one of my biggest dreams was to explore the world. I met a young lady that I later married who had the same wanderlust that I did, but she had the courage to take me on the journeys of a lifetime. We've been to Europe, Asia and Africa and I loved it. The most memorable trip of all was a cruise that we took in the Mediterranean that started in Athens, then went to Egypt, Israel, Turkey, and to the beautiful Greek islands. We were lucky enough to go to the walled old city of Jerusalem and to Bethlehem, where I purchased a multitude of rosaries that were handmade in Jerusalem and Bethlehem. We walked the stations of the cross and, for those of you who do not know the stations of the cross, it is where miracles happened as Jesus carried his cross to the place where he was to be crucified. The thing that struck me was all of these places were relatively close in proximity to each other, even Bethlehem would have been like going from downtown Memphis to Southaven. We also visited the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem that was built over the cave in which Jesus was born in a manger. The feeling that comes over you when you walk the areas where Jesus was born or where he taught the multitudes, even the garden of Gethsemane, is extremely close to everything.

I know that you're thinking that it costs too much money and it's too dangerous . I too was skeptical of the cost and our safety, but it was too important a journey for me not to have taken it. Just going to Jerusalem and Bethlehem would have been all I could've ever wished for, but we also went to Egypt and visited the Hanging Church in Coptic Cairo, which is built over the cave in which Jesus and his family stayed during his exile from Israel. We met some wonderful friends on our tour of Egypt and we actually went to a hookah bar, restaurant and had falafel which was a mixture of fried beans and vegetables in a ball served with lettuce, tomato and a Egyptian style yogurt sauce that was delicious. I can't help but think why was I blessed with these gifts from God when there are so many others more deserving of the trip. I will always be eternally grateful to my wife for the life I have been able to enjoy with her.

Of course, I have also done other things that were on my bucket list such as go to 221B Baker Street in London, England, the home of the mythical character Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Other than Earl Derr Biggers character Charlie Chan, the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stories of Sherlock Holmes have always been my favorites. Of course, while we were in Hawaii I just had to go to Hotel Street in Honolulu where a lot of the exploits of that Oriental detective Charlie Chan took place.

We also drove completely around Germany, while we were in Germany. Our trip started in Basel, Switzerland visiting one of my wife's best friends. And then we set out on the autobahn driving a little Mercedes station wagon that I enjoyed immensely. Of course we visited her family while we were there and we went to all of the famous churches in Germany and, you guessed it, I bought more rosaries. I loved the food in Germany but it took us a while to find authentic German food. One day while looking for a German restaurant in Hamlin, a young black man crossed our path and in German my wife asked him if he knew where we could find a good German restaurant and in flawless German he jokingly said "for that you have to go to Spain", which was completely hilarious to me when she repeated it to me in English. When my wife told me what he had said the young man spoke up with a thick British accent and I was astonished and so was my wife, who is very seldom fooled by a non-native speaking German. We had a short conversation and went on our way. At one of the auto rest areas off of the autobahn there was a restaurant and it had authentic German food. I guess truck drivers like their own cuisine served to them. We stayed in the town made famous by the Pied Piper of Hamlin and our hotel room was above a restaurant and bar, but it was extremely quaint because everything was done up like it was in the story of the Pied Piper of Hamlin.

Our trip to Turkey was the most amazing place of all as it seemed to have the culture of the East and the West blended quite carefully. We went to the Hagia Sophia and to the Blue Mosque and to Topkapi, the palace of the sultans of the Ottoman Empire. Istanbul was known in earlier times as Constantinople after the Emperor Constantine that was converted to Christianity. The Ottomans conquered Turkey and changed the city name to Istanbul in the early 20th century. A dear friend of our family lived for a time in Ankara, Turkey, where her father was stationed for the Air Force and she sent me a Turkish dagger as a present one Christmas. It is solid brass and I still have it to this day. I was ecstatic going to Turkey, not only because she had been there, but it was also where they shot my favorite James Bond movie of all times "From Russia With Love". I secretly tried to find the support column were Sean Connery as James Bond 007 hid out of sight in the Hagia Sophia and I think I found it.

I know it's silly to base a lot of what you really want to see on TV and movies, but I have told you all many times that I am a movie and TV fanatic and it was nice to go to all of these countries that I had read and seen in movies and TV shows, such as going to Harrods Department Store in London and having tea and scones with my wife, actually she had tea and scones, while I had a hamburger and a Coke. I have been to Macy's in New York and various other large department stores in United States but nothing, and let me tell you, nothing is quite like going into Harrods department store. They have everything imaginable to man to be sold in this store.

The first time I saw Paris, I fell deeply in love with the City of Lights. No other city has the romantic atmosphere that draws us back as Paris, France. We tried our best to eat the places where the french themselves would eat at and not the tourist traps. we would go to the market on Rue Cler and buy a baguette and cheese and a bottle of wine and sit in our hotel room overlooking a view of the Eiffel Tower and eat our food and then back out to the Champs Elysee to the top of the Arc de Triomphe to gaze at the Eiffel Tower in all its glittering, glowing glory at night.

Since the millenium the Eiffel Tower has been glowing and blinking which makes it even more a romantic site to see from the Arc de Triomphe. When one visits Paris, the Louvre Museum is an absolute must. Not only does it house treasures from around the world, but it also has the most magnificent collection of paintings of any museum ever anywhere. The greatest masterpiece ever, the Mona Lisa, is its featured treasure. And no other museum that I know of has a greater collection of Egyptian artifacts, other than the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. There will always be a part of my heart that longs to sit in the Polidor Restaurant in St. Michel, having lunch and a glass of wine. One thing that I guess I wanted to see more than anything else was the place where Charles Lindbergh landed on his flight from New York to Paris at the Le Bourget Airport and its Museum of Air and Space which is only rivaled by the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.

I wish that I could show you all the wonders that I have seen in my life as a poor young man from Memphis. I have truly been blessed with the riches of ages and those riches are not of gold, they are the sights and sounds of the world and the knowledge that each of these trips have brought me. I pray that we have at least one more trip or two still to do. My wife and I would both love to go to Rome and attended mass at St. Peter's Basilica and I would also love to go back to Germany one more time. Even if we never go across the sea again, I am hopeful that we will be able to visit some of our favorite cities in the United States and Canada, one more time as well.

I don't tell you these things to brag, truly I am not. I only wish to share them with you so that you might take at least one trip to somewhere exotic yourself. God has blessed me and I pray that he will bless you with something as remarkable as he did me  

I have noticed over the years that young men have reactionary thinking. What I mean by this is that we, the males, are not thinking about anything in particular until something strikes us, either visually or physically. I know I have always been looking for something to think about or something to write, but when I look at girls, women, or the female gender in particular, it seems that they are constantly thinking about how to manipulate, or how to get what they want. Young men, on the other hand, wait till they see something they want and then try to get it. It's not that we don't think in those terms, it's just that we have to have motivation to think. It's like going to the beach, a guy just makes sure he's got his swim trunks and the girls, they pack beach blankets, umbrellas and sunscreen because they thought about what they needed beforehand. Us, the guys, we either do without or get it once we get there.

When I was a young man, I was programmed in that very way. Didn't think much about anything until something struck me. I can remember to this day my mother asking me, “what are you thinking about young man” and I would reply truthfully, “nothing”. She would always ask again, “you have to be thinking about something, what are you thinking about”.  That's why mothers usually get some really stupid answer because we really were thinking about nothing. It's almost like we're saving our minds for something special, or maybe it's just it takes a lot of effort to think. When you get us going though we do relatively well. I know when I would go to bed at night, I would think of anything in the world to keep from sleeping, how many men actually live in the moon, if a train left Chicago at 1:00 and a train left New York at 2:00 would they meet, oh, and would they be on separate tracks.

Have you ever seen a couple of guys talking about something, nothing in particular, just anything? Take for instance one guy asks the other guy “what do you think of Kathleen?” The other guy replies “pretty” and the first guy goes, “yep”, and they sit there for hours saying nothing, just fishing and you want to know what they're thinking about. I will tell you the truth. You won't believe it, nothing!

Even take two scientists looking at a board full of mathematics on what it takes to make up a black hole. One scientist says to the other, “I think we're close”, the other one says “yep” and they stare at the board for two hours and you know what they’re thinking about, nothing!So girls, you remember back when the first guy took you to the movie theater and it was one of those movies that wasn't very interesting and you thought, “I wish he would kiss me” and he never did.

He just continually stared at the screen and you got so mad trying to figure out what in the world he was thinking, you guessed it, nothing.
Even taking you home from that date, and you're walking back home and a pretty girl walks in front of you and you notice his head turns to follow her and you slap him and you're thinking, what's he thinking about, he's with me. Yep, even this time he was thinking about nothing.

 I just want to clarify the situation. Now that I'm older and wiser, when I'm sitting for hours watching TV and my wife looks over at me and asks that dreaded question every man has to answer, “have you been listening to me, what were you thinking about all this time?” Even though my thinking has not slowed down much with old age, I have to tell her that “no, I wasn't listening to you”, and as far as what I was thinking about, even though I know I'm going to get in trouble, I tell her the truth, I tell her, “nothing at all”. And my wife looks at me with that look and says, “I know what you’re thinking about, it’s what you men think about all the time”, and she’s right, it’s nothing. 

Our founding fathers were smart enough to understand the fact that other religions have destroyed civilizations and that our religion would be under attack in a free nation were all beliefs must be tolerated. Most of them came from countries where, if they did not believe the same religion as their King did they were persecuted and they have seen the other great religions of the world almost destroy themselves trying to destroy democracies and that’s the reason that they put in our Constitution, separation of church and state, it is so that no other religion could take over our nation. When you see the Bible not being read in schools any more, just think about the fact that there are many schools today in our country that have a majority of other religions living in that community and if we were allowing religion to be taught in schools the minority of Christians would have to be learning their religion. I for one believe that our laws were set up with Christian values in mind and our founding fathers smarter than most of us, devise the most intricate way of protecting those Christian laws and that was to separate church and state, so that no other religious beliefs could take over our laws.

I also believe that changing these laws would weaken our ability to keep the laws that we have that were made up of Christian values. I am a tolerant man and my beliefs are my own and yes, I am prejudice for my religious beliefs, but freedom is not about my beliefs it is about allowing you, yours without sacrificing that freedom for both.

Many times I thank God for the intelligence and wisdom that he gave a group of man that never totally agreed on the Constitution the ability to write a way of keeping Christian laws into a Constitution that would allow everyone the freedom of their religious beliefs. You may not like the fact that atheists, Muslims and others have found ways to annoy us, for example, suing to remove nativity scenes at Christmas time in front of courthouses, but they can never attack our Christian laws unless we make it week by changing the laws that separate church and state. I have prayed and argued with myself for many years about how God has disappeared from our government but He hasn't. He is written into our Constitution with the very ink that makes the words of our Constitution visible. So instead of asking God to understand why our Constitution has forsaken him, I pray now to thank him for making it almost impossible to take him out of our Constitution.

Growing up in Memphis was a musical treat, you heard every single kind of popular music here in Memphis there was in existence. Most of the clubs in Memphis have live music, not just on the weekends like you'll find in most major cities. Memphis had several things going for it one of which was the Memphis music industry back in the day was very important for an up-and-coming artist that clawed their way from the Mississippi Delta to the big city of Memphis. I can remember as a teenager walking Overton Square and hearing blues, rock 'n roll and soul music from all the various clubs and when Memphis threw a party the big names would come out. I don't know if any of you remember the headliners for the Memphis cotton Carnival or the Midsouth fair, but we had the names everyone knew. Unfortunately one more of those voices that we all loved so dearly, has now gone silent on our earth and this one was one of the brightest and best sounds to come from this large backwater town.

Someone once said that these artists owed there beginnings to Memphis and I believe it should be the other way around Memphis owes its musical roots to these pioneers of both blues and rock 'n roll to these great voices and musicians that we will never see the likes of again. BB King was loved by all for his beautiful blues music it is not that we mourn the passing of a great musician it is that we are mourning the loss of a great human being and I know that the Angels in heaven are rejoicing at his latest and best concert ever. God bless you. BB King, because you have blessed us with a legacy of sound the likes of. We will never hear again.