What do you want to be when you grow up?

What do you want to be when you grow up? Hos many times have we heard that one? 
I remember going around the room listening to the answers whether it would be in school or with a group of friends, just hanging out talking.  Back then, the answers seems so simple. Most would be doctor, nurse, teacher and at times, you might get a snicker from the crowd when someone said astronaut or scientist. Or even in that rare moment President or Princess. These were our skies the limit, so to speak. We did not know what computers were and most of us didn't have home telephones let alone a cell phone and a car phone, you must have been super rich.
These were all good answers. Today, when asked ....  there would be a different answer from most.   
Times change and people change with living and learning a bit more and it would be interesting to know if what we decided back then would or is the same as today. Some yes... some no... 
But of all the answers in my 50 years... NOT one have I heard--- I want to just be fortunate to grow up, get older, or to be a good mom/dad, or to be respected. Not to take anything from the previous answers, they are all good and inspiring.
For of all the money or whatever title we strive to seek, the only thing we carry with us is our NAME. And without a good name, it really doesn't matter what you grow up to be--- We have nothing...  

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NOTE----Do not let your brother teach you to swim :)

I remember gong swimming one summer and my brother and his girlfriend were there with their friends. My brother said he would teach me how to swim. "Alright", I said with a big smile. 
We were out in the water on the floats ... Did you hear??.... Out on the floats ... over my head and I couldn't swim lick with a stick and believe me, I held on tight as if that float were sewn to me. We played and laid out to get some sun or color for our halter tops. 
After playing and laying out, I finally started bugging my big brother to come teach me to swim. Finally, he came over and left his girlfriend talking to one of her friends and he carried me out over my head and was telling me what to do... Harder than it looked. Every time he let go, I would go a few inches then under I went.. Thank goodness he was there to catch me. I was starting to get the hang of it when all of a sudden we heard my brother's girlfriend yell for help........No not immediate danger ... it was all in fun with friends.....   Can you tell what happened next??   
Yep, he left me high and dry or should I say wet.........even took the floating device. I was in a panic... Couldn't swim and he leaves me for a girl...  come on now.. I am blood.. :)   

Okay picture this........   to some of us old enough to remember those little short films in school about safety; this is what crossed my mind.... okay, now if I start yelling HELP as I bob back up on surface, surely someone will hear me and come to my rescue........ 
"HELP, and now came the remembered of holding up fingers........   HELP and one finger went up.......   no one came..........   under I went and flapped my arms to get me back to the surface... HELP  then two fingers came and went back down with me.....   Well, by this time, I was more frantic because of all the people in the water with me......why is no one coming to SAVE me....  and we know what happened in the short films when three fingers come up and nothing happens...  ??   drown...........   
Okay, I thought to myself, If I ever make it out of here alive, I am gonna kill my brother... So, up one last time... HELP   HELP and three fingers pop up out of the water and still no one to the rescue... I go back under and  so ....  deciding not to drown that day and no swimming could I do(because someone left me)..... i decided to calm down under water and try to touch bottom....  I went down touched bottom and pushed hard against the dirt to thrust back up on top... It worked and luckily I wasn't too far from the drop off ledge and after a couple of times, I grabbed that ledge with my big toe and catapulted back on to the water where I could stand... 
I made it... YAYYYY... but mad as a hornet. I made it to the bank/shore and stood there and asked my family and friends.. why in the heck did they not see me out there yelling for help......   Response.....  We thought you were playing around as everyone else out there.... I almost but drowned my fool self while you were watching.   And to my brother....  He forgot.....   He forgot??    Oh to be in love at that age .........  me, I thought sister would come first....   Little did I know .. :)     
After that, I learned how to swim....   Not a great swimmer but enough to get where I am going, I am a better swimmer underneath the water..So I guess that day under water trying to make it back to shore, did some good... 
Lesson learned.... NEVER go swimming with a brother that is with a girlfriend......He will drop you like a stone..    
OH. by the way.. I did get him back.....  :)

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Church and the Offering Plate

To elaborate more on my story of church and my great grandparents---

As I stated, I usually sat in on Maw Williams class just because, I wanted to be near her. I would sit and listen and of course being so little, I really didn't understand what was being said or even could read to know where to look.   Those little old ladies would dote on me with candy and I would have juice dribbling down my chin by the time class was over, see I tried eating them all at once.  :)  
Time for the collection plate to come around and as the story goes... "Not only did Bobbie put a few pennies in the plate but she would scrounge around for the dirtiest old pennies she had to give"...  Of all the money in her change purse, she dove right in and gave....   
Now to look back at think..... this reminds me of Andy Griffith Show where Opie opened up his change and gave a measly two cents to charity.......   :)   
My goodness what was I thinking....??   My poor Maw.....   she just shook her head and loved me in spite of myself....

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Bobbie's Takes: Great Grand parents

Bobbie's Takes: Great Grand parents: Going to church when I was just a wee little girl with my great-grand parents, Edna and David Williams at Second Baptist Church in Tupelo, ...

Great Grand parents

Going to church when I was just a wee little girl with my great-grand parents, Edna and David Williams at Second Baptist Church in Tupelo, Mississippi, was/is a memory I will always cherish. I loved that church. 

Saturday's would be going to the hair dresser for Maw to get her hair coiffed for church the next day and then maybe we would go fishing at Lake Lamar Bruce or some other lake around. Maw would be throwing her line out with her hair net on to keep her curled hair  in place and Paw would be helping me get my big ole cane pole out to fish for minnows.  
Saturday nights would consist of dinner and Bible Study and afterwards a game of dominoes for them and a game of solitaire or concentration for me.  

Sunday morning breakfast would be so great consisting of eggs, bacon, but usually that good old salted ham,red eye gravy, tomatoes and biscuits with coffee--- and yes, I had coffee, mostly sugar and milk. Then dressed for church and out the door. 
Driving to church was always a feat. Paw would always race to church with Maw telling him to slow down and he would just keep driving. 

Usually I would go to Maw's Sunday School Class and sit while she taught. I called it the Old Ladies class(I was only 5 or 6, what did I know). :)  Remind me to tell you a little story of my time in Maw's class with the money. The ladies were always so nice, they doted on me and gave me hard candy while Maw ran over the lesson from the night before. 

I look back and realize how fortunate I was to have spent time with my great grand parents, they were born in 1899. I was their first great grand child/daughter as well as first grand child, so I guess you could say a bit spoiled. Those times were special. Those times were priceless.  

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The time my Thingamabob went out.. :)

One day, my car was acting up and I didn't want to drive very far. I picked up the phone book and let my fingers do the walking... found one name that popped out at me and I called... 

And of course, grant you, I have no idea what is the problem and again... I am not there so how in the heck would he know, right? Well I had to try.   

A mechanic answered and I commenced to tell him my slight car problems and as to he replied... "What is it doing?"   'Well, I said, "it is making a noise that i haven't heard before". "okay" he says, "What noise"  "sort of a rickety bump bump noise".."I don't know if it's mythingamabob messing up or something wrong with my motor. He snickers and says "not sure what noise that is or what a thingamabob is but do you know where it is coming from?"  "sort of in the area of the radiator"... "no it's not over heating and no it's not hissing, I know what a hissing is".....  After a back and forth he starts laughing and says to me bring it in and we will take a look at it.... 

I pull into the station and tell the first man that comes to my aide what my problem is..........  "Oh, you are the one with the rickety bump bump... with a grin and of course I said... "yes"... "Pull the hood and start your car and I will check".   By this time I have 2 more guys out looking for my thingamabob and asking each other if they hear a rickety noise.. as to i look over and say, "okay, guys, do i look as if i know what is going on under that hood?" " don't know oil stick from a drive shaft"..

After a moment of sheer laughter at my expense, they tell me there was something knocked loose of something under there and tightened it up.

 It's funny how when they ask you what noise is it making and you commence to show them with your most utmost profound expressions and these guys dang well know there is no way to really tell. I am convinced they love the entertainment.

Yes, they worked on my car before and I knew one or two of them...They enjoyed a laugh at my expense. :)  

Ladies... know your thingamabobs and thingamajigs and your noises...... 

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One of those moments-- Driving

Another one of those "Why and what was I thinking" moments..

Teaching my three daughters how to drive was like kiss the pavement, where's the Tylenol and not just one drink but the whole bottle type of moment.  
I guess what all parents go through at that point in time and the beginning for each of them or it is/was for each of us was like getting behind the wheel of something foreign but scarily exciting. You know that moment when you learn to adjust the seat, get the feel of the steering wheel underneath the sweaty palms of your hands. Trying to pay attention to know where everything is and what switch is for what purpose or instrument and all the while you keep saying in your head, "okay, already", "how do I turn it on?" That precise moment where you turn the key, hear the motor and shift the gears--- and--- then the yell comes out--- "HIT THE BRAKES!!!"   One of those times you should have listened moments--- foot on the brake, start the car, put it in gear and slowly take your foot of the brake and give it gas. 
How many times have I heard and found myself saying it? Until my girls learned. Now, I look back it was a great moment but I also came away with a little more gray and found new words to add to my "Bobbie Dictionary"... :)  
It has been some time now and they are good driver's not to say they have had their moments. My oldest, like her mom, had problems with backing up and parallel parking. She is great with both now and mom still has not mastered the art of parking parallel, YET..  My youngest two were learning together. Holy Cow. One on the brakes the other on accelerator. If could have seen us on the road you might have said "mom has some serious head banging music".. Can you say whiplash?   :) 
What was I thinking, teaching two at once. I remember one day,I actually came home jumped out of the car and kissed the ground, saying "oh dear Lord, why me?" 
Now this was some time ago now and I miss those times, special times, with them and they are really good drivers now and still Mom puts her car in R--- RUN..  Oh dear.. 

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