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Monday, September 29, 2014

31 Days

I'm linking up this month with Quirky Bookworm for 31 Days of Book Pics.

She's having a link-up each Friday. Should be fun, so join in if you like!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Dad, 1944-2014

My dad passed away last week. I'll probably have a lot more to say at some point, but, right now, words are failing me.

For the official obituary, you can go here. But my brother wrote this one that was much better.

Jerry William Davis went home to the Lord on September 18, 2014.  He is survived by his wife, Elizabeth; son, William Laurece (Rece) Davis and his wife, Leigh Davis; daughter Tiffany Davis Norris and her husband Jason Norris; stepchildren Austin Kelley, Lindsey Kelley and Ryan Kelley.  He had four treasured grandchildren:  Christopher Davis, Elizabeth Davis, Catherine Norris and Nina Norris. 

He is believed to be the only former deacon at Tuscumbia Church of Christ who was also an active member of a motorcycle gang.  It wasn’t a gang as much as a riding club, but gang sounds rowdier and he liked to leave people guessing.  He loved yard sales and has the knives, a 75-pound mirror and a light-up blue buddha to prove it.  He liked Marilyn Monroe on bottles, posters, pictures, dishes or t-shirts.  Thanks to the modern day yard sale that is Craig’s List he has all of those things along with an impressive miniature figurine collection to go with enough lawnmowers to start his own dealership.  He flew the Jolly Roger, let the Buddha ride with him and read the Holy Bible.  But he was anything but a contradiction.  The first two were just because he thought they looked kind of cool and added a dash of mystery to his persona.   The Bible guided his life.  He was not only a student of the Word, it was imprinted on his heart. 

“Consider others better than yourself,” (Phillippians 2:3-4) and Jerry Chapter One.   It could’ve been something simple like driving the church van to take elderly people to services or something heroic.  He rarely talked about the hero part.  In 1974, as the chaos of an F-5 tornado erupted around him, he threw his body on top of his wife and son in a selfless effort to shield them from the flying debris that destroyed the house in which he lived. 

He was not given to long speeches.  His stern, "that ain't no way to be son" could correct most all youthful rebellion.  He had the knack.  You didn't want to disappoint him.  

He was the self-proclaimed “World’s Greatest Singer, Card Player and Coffee Drinker.”  He practically memorized every cowboy show on the Western channel and still watched them continuously.  He liked Dirty Harry, Charles Bronson movies, Harry Potter books and John Grisham novels in addition to Johnny Bravo cartoons.  It is uncertain if the Johnny Bravo character was based on him, but it seems likely.

He rode his motorcycle to Connecticut twice, pretty much only stopping for coffee, getting rid of the coffee and one nasty thunderstorm that left him huddled under an interstate overpass.   He hiked in the Smokies, walked on the beach in Hawaii yet remained appreciative of life’s simple pleasures like a helping hand in a repair project or the joy of the roadside hot dog stand.  There was nothing he couldn’t fix.  There was no tool he couldn’t utilize to get the job done.  His meticulous nature and kind spirit was evident by the numerous TVA machinists who've called him the best boss they've ever had. 

When asked about the perfect gift, without fail he responded, “a life-sized picture of me.”   We are pretty sure he was joking, but to his family and friends, he was bigger than life.  

He would move mountains or cover enormous distance to watch his kids or grandchildren play or perform.  Many moments of great accomplishment were celebrated, but when disappointment inevitably came, he’d say, “you win a few, you lose a few and some get rained out.”  His life gave him that perspective.  How many people after losing their father at 12, having a house burn to the ground and another house destroyed by a killer tornado, losing a spouse to cancer then battling the disease himself would say in his final weeks, “I don’t dare complain.  So many people have it worse than I do.  I hope I make it, but if I don’t, I’ve had a great life.”

He did have a great life and gave us better ones because he shared his life with us.  He made heaven--where you always win, you never lose and you never get rained out.

Thanks, Dad.  You are a champion and the best father, grandfather, husband,  father-in-law and mentor any of us could’ve ever hoped for.

For those who've asked, you can view the services here and leave condolences here.

Thank you all for your continued prayers and encouragement as we rejoice that my dad is home but grieve that he's no longer physically here with us.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

17 Hamburgers

This week, we celebrated 70 years of the little cowboy in this picture, so I thought it was worth re-telling one of the classic family stories surrounding the day he was born.

I believe my grandfather, Rece, was still overseas in the war, so my Grandma Catherine (Dad's mother) was living with her parents at the time in rural Alabama. Her sister, my dear Aunt Ruth, was a little girl and still at home then, and she and my grandmother were very close. Here's her recounting of that day:

Daddy had to get the only man who had a car in that community to take him to Red Bay to get the doctor for Catherine. There were no telephones then, either! Anyway, the man protested that he had not had supper and Daddy told him they did not have time to wait for him to eat because they needed to get the doctor on his way. Daddy promised to buy his supper once the doctor had been dispatched. Once that was done, they went to Rob Orrick's hamburger place there in Red Bay and Daddy said the man ate 17 hamburgers!! When he kept ordering hamburgers, he told Daddy, "I'm hungry! I've been working in hay!" Of course Daddy couldn't say anything because he had promised to buy his supper. Long story short, we always felt like Jerry was worth far more than the price of the hamburgers the greedy man exacted! 

I love that story, and it shows what a special guy my dad has always been to all who have known him. It was a bittersweet birthday for all of us. We're so grateful for these 70 years, and it's still not nearly long enough.

Monday, September 08, 2014


I've been trying to get back into the blogging groove as of late, but I post a bit more consistently and casually on Instagram if you'd like to find me there.

Things I like there:

  • Hashtags make it easy to connect and explore other posts, but...
  • ...without the character limitations of Twitter.
  • A picture with every post and, to help with that...
  • filters!

See you there?

Thursday, September 04, 2014

No Denying It

I have a couple of mini-mes on my hands. :)

The dress helps, of course.

It's one of a handful my mom made for me when I was a little girl (before she decided she absolutely hated sewing, smocking, and any variation on that theme).

For my Dad's upcoming birthday, I knew I wanted to do a re-creation of a photo of me, and this was a dress that still fit both of them.

I didn't realize it, but C and I are actually the same age in these photos. {Sidenote: will her hair ever grow?!}

So, special dress and a set of special photos.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Short Stories: My Cure for Lackluster Reading

I don't know if it's my frame of mind or just a run of not-so-great books, but I've put down the last four books I've started.

My rule is to give a book a chapter or the first 50 pages (whichever comes last). If I don't like it, I put it down--no guilt. Often by then, I've gotten into the story, so I just keep going. But these last few, I've just been....BORED.

I was really disappointed in Thirteen Moons by Charles Frazier. I loved Cold Mountain and had high hopes for this one {and even gave it about 75 pages} but just couldn't get into the story.

After a summer of "meh" reading, I was excited to see this pop up on my shelf next. {I read my books in the order I got them because I'm an ISTJ.}
{Best picture ever, oui?}

Short stories almost always get me past a reading slump. They're the perfect length to finish over a lunch hour or just before bed, and they're often really well-written. Words are used sparingly, and the plot is generally contained within a limited time-frame.

In my case, I read a handful of these on a quick plane trip to and from Alabama this last weekend, and the feel of the mystery stories even fit right in with our quickly-approaching fall.

There are classics like Dickens and Poe as well as more contemporary authors, and I'd be happy to pass along my copy when I'm finished if you're interested!

What are you reading this week?

Thursday, August 07, 2014


Catherine was flipping through a Justice League comic book the other night {don't judge}.

She pointed at Superman and said, "Daddy!" Then at Wonder Woman and said, "Mommy!"

We didn't correct her.

{Random shot of fun-in-a-box.}

Read from the beginning...