Rain, Rain, come again!

There shall be showers of blessings. God is so good to allow more rain than we know what to do with.
The plains across from our housing community, has become a marshland and looks somewhat like the rice patties in Japan, that I have seen in pictures. We would need to import some alligators, to make a marshland movie. I find it beautiful. God has taken us so far from the drought of 2 years ago, that we hardly know what to do, but complain about the water everywhere.
How Green was my Valley? Perhaps that was a complaint against God's multitudinous dark providences, or perhaps it was a remembrance of the beauty of the culture that had endured the dark providences of life together. Whichever, Lewellen named it precisely. The beauty of the dark clouds, shine the contrast of God's overwhelming care, more dynamicly.
We drove from my job and the dark clouds were ominous, in the direction that we were driving. We often imagine that the sunbeams behind the dark clouds are slides that the angels slide down to us on. This imagination started, when we first came down here and Evvy was still a little girl. The first dance that we went to, she and I; we were driving and imagining the parties of the angels glorifying God. "Go Gabriel..." We laughed at the angels enjoying themselves, like we do. The angel slides were so obvious that day. We were not used to this much sky being obvious to us, having come from a place where there is more of human buildings, than sky to be admired.
Little did we know that the angels were coming to minister to us, in party form. We would cry and God would hear us before we cried it. The children could count the many times that God had delivered us from danger in the car, in the Bronx and Brooklyn and New Jersey and all over. Enoch said, it is amazing that it has been so long that God has not had to deliver us in this way. The last time that we were stranded, we were babies. Halleluia!
Well, the closer that we got to the mall, where we were taking the ladies for their socializing, the more the car started to peeter out. We knew it was going to break down. The transmission was nearly gone and the car had been welded together, the light of the battery was gone and the engine started to sputter.
Dry as a bone and the battery was obviously going. We saw the angels push the car back home with no power. The rain was coming down and the wipers worked intermittently. No lights and no dashboard lights and 6 stranded people, with a very big angel running them down the highway and his helpers running interception for him. They were obviously saving us. Only unbelief, couldn't see them. Finally, we got so close to where we started and he got very tired. Even an angel's strength is limited, running that much weight up the highway. The devil tackled him at the 10 yard line. The road service from Allstate took us the rest of the way home and some very good neighbors. God is good.
Yea, though I ride in the valley of the highway, Lord, Thou art there. We have seen him protect us on the Cross Bronx Expressway and the Major Deegan and the LIE and the Belt Parkway and now we see that the angels can find us, even in NC. Halleluia!

I was determined to see the sunrise, this morning.

I was so glad that I had taken my glasses along with me. There was all kinds of scribbling in the sky that I couldn't decipher. Where is Brother Marius? I asked to myself. He would never have all this love talk going on, in His watch? I thought that there was no moon, because of all of the scribblings and then peeking, one little sliver of moon pulled the covers from over her head. Oh, no! she moaned. Is it noon already, we never see you till midday? Oh no, Miss Moon, I decided to watch some sunrise this morning. I can't get up yet. I am much too tired. With that she pulled the covers back over her head and went to sleep.
I kept waking her with my noisy feet and knee. Is that your knee clicking like that? Go to sleep, I implored, I promise I will be as quiet as I can. By the way, who is on cloud duty, I can't read it. She said there is a duck lover who decided to write the sales and a map to the best eats in the neighborhood for the ducks, they can read it. and then she pulled the covers back over again.
It was clearer, since she said that. I do see a duck and the lines of where the food could be found. It was clearly lined up perfectly and in some sort of language, but nothing that I had seen before. I guess you have to be a morning sky reader to understand the jokes that they write in the morning sky, down here.
I know that the ducks will appreciate the newscast and the coupons for where they can find the best eats, for their buck, but I do like it when you put Brother Marius on cloud duty, the sky is so clean then. Oh, I guess I will have to wake up then said Miss Moon and she woke up and pushed the covers away from her head. Have a good day, I said. She said, I will, hope to see more of you. Maybe, I said.

The story of the crossing guard

Dear Christina,





I always said that they need a crossing guard for the deer on Old School Road. Today the poor tragedy happened and one of the students of the deer school was laying on the side of the road when I passed.

We were down here for only a month or so and Uncle Ben hadn’t yet learned how to drive in the NC way. ( they drive much, much slower than we do in NY.) Someone was driving slowly, in front of him and he was sharing his usual, blessing upon them that he does when he is driving(you know what I mean). Suddenly we were shocked when a group of about 10 or 12 deer ran swiftly across the street. This was a shock, because we would have hit them, if we didn’t have that wonderful neighbor annoying us with his “Sunday driving”.

At that point I started writing to the Governor, Please Mr. Governor, we have a precious school of deer, in our neighborhood and my husband almost hit them the other day. They keep regular school hours and I am requesting that you post an officer at their school crossing. I got a letter back from our esteemed Governor, which informed me that there is no provision in the law to protect the wildlife here from being roadkill. They do not pay taxes and we cannot afford to put an officer at every deerschool crossing.

I was mortified. Those poor deer mommies, who brave the elements to get a good deer education; I feel sorry for them.

I wrote the next letter to the Newsteam Channel 22

Dear People who care about deer,

I am new to NC and am very concerned about the care and treatment of the wildlife in my neighborhood. I am dear friends with the mothers of the deer and they have expressed to me their concern about their children not having a crossing guard. My husband almost hit one of their children, the other day and I would have been haunted with that thought. I do believe that you people really ought to care a whole lot more about the deer population and how well they are educated in the future. If all of the deer mommies decide to keep their children home because of the safety issues that we are contributing to; then where will be. We will have a lot of ignorant deer on our hands getting into trouble loitering and doing all sorts of criminal things. I really think we ought to be concerned.

We need a crossing guard for them.

Yours Truly,

A concerned mother

I got a call from the Television station and Uncle Ben answered it for me, because I don’t talk on the phone to anybody. He said it is the television station and I said take the message. He told me that they were responding to a letter from me and wanted me to read it for them on the editorial portion of the show. I said I would be happy to read my letter with all of the gumption that I have about the subject. This is very important to me. I don’t want another deer mommy grieving because we refused to do something about it. Uncle Ben told me that they wouldn’t take his word for it. I had to talk on the phone, something, I wish never to do. I hate the phone! I talked to the man.

He said is this Mrs. Walker? I said what’s it to ya! He said did you write a letter to us about the problem with the deer in your neighborhood. He obviously hadn’t read the letter, but was the contact person and was the person that they have call people to get on the tv. He really thought that I was writing about deer control in the neighborhood. I went along with it, because I wanted my subject considered.

Last Monday, I went to the station to read the letter.



I wore my Sara Palin glasses and makeup! Its awefully hard to read when you have all those lights on you. I read it with all of the gumption that I had and by the second sentence all of the directors were calling for a cut, but I was live. Everybody thought that I was crazy but the station got calls from the people in the neighborhood who have had to clean up the roadkill. And the Governor had to change his mind and put an officer on the crossing and a light also. Now we will have well educated deer and safe crossings for the deer in our neighborhood.



Thanks for listening to my pretend dilemma, Chrissy.





Love Auntie Jayne

The Robins didn't recognize me in Em's coat...

The robins were having a table talk discussion. Aunt Julia was hosting the party and the mushrooms had the lot of them inebriated with glee. I thought that the robins felt close enough to me to join the party. Mother Robin was pecking and pecking small fragments of the mushrooms for the young girls to eat as they gabbed about everything from soup to bees. (They are off nuts for the holiday)
The younger birds didn’t recognize me in Emily’s coat. They started flying from one to another saying she’s got a gun fly over there. She’s got a gun. I said to myself, what did I do? I saw that I had my hand in my pocket and that scared the younger crew. Mother Robin kept right on pecking she was completely out of touch with the riotous activity of the younger girl robins. I laughed as I got out of the way of their snowy glee.