Happy Birthday to grandson Justin Charpentier. His dream has happened. He and bride Courtney bought a pickup. Every conversation of the past five years had a pickup wish in it. Justin did not rush to buy after they finished paying their car last year. He shopped around. They came by sporting it yesterday. He’s been working for Blanchard Equipment for five years.
Thank you Goldie Hebert for the kind and thoughtful gift of the jelly jars.
Salute! Great nephew Chet McGee, who lives between New Iberia and Delcambre graduated this year at the Delcambre High School. His grandmother Thelma, my sister, died a few years ago and so did his dad, Randy. His wonderful Aunt Juanita McGee Taylor keeps me posted on his progress.
I watched an old black-and-white movie I think titled “The Family That Prays Together Stays Together” and “Pray the Rosary.” The main actor was Raymond Burr. Some scenes were of Jesus appearing to the Apostles at the Last Supper, also scenes on the mountain. The a cappella songs in the movie are ones I sing in church. I was very touched by the story and reminded me of the way we lived and worshiped not so long ago. And are we losing touch with the Holy Ghost?
I’ve tried to find that movie. No luck. I do not have EWTN and I think it was connected with the movie. If anyone can lead me to it, please!
I will not complain about the rain but instead be grateful for it. It is God’s will. There is the alternative. We do know the way to cope with droughts here. But we could not adjust to the rain-less weather like the western side of the country. The mere accidental drop of a lighted cigarette can burn endless miles of countryside and homes, as seen in the news. Try taking your shoes off and enjoy walking in the rain puddles for old time’s sakes and thank God for it.
A few days ago I was exiting off of I-10 and came to the yield sign to make a right turn. I waited to let a gravel bucket (dump truck) go by. I heard the jake brake from it. It went by and then I made my turn and got in the middle lane to turn left for Henderson. I got beside it and saw “Angelle” written on the door. I thought to my self: that little rascal got himself a jake. Sounded cool! I ran a Peterbuilt for Tiona Truck Lines and it had a jake. It was safer when running down steep grades.
I remember once when at a truck stop as I walked by a truck I waved to the driver. He was looking down at me and waved back with a suspicious grin. When I got directly in front of him he started his engine up with an air starter. God Almighty! It was so loud I froze in my tracks. My body must have jumped ten feet up. My legs almost gave out. But I was able to walk away straight. I did not look back to give him the satisfaction of seeing my colorless face, realizing he done it for a good laugh. I was not a happy camper. He came on the CB said he was sorry.
A message from Greg Guidroz: Sept. 2 a fund-raiser in the Henderson park for the Cope family. More later.
Life is short. Make all your todays good ones. Tomorrow never comes!
Amètie,
–Cousine Hélène
228-1714
helenboudreaux@juno.com
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