The Rest of Your Life

In case you are unsure what the antique looking label pictured above is about, it is , sob, a picture of the label of our first, and one and only mattress. We purchased it at Stuckey Brothers in Stuckey, South Carolina before we were married and it was the only piece of furniture we owned. We did by a king size Craftique four poster bed to go with said mattress.

Now, through the years, people have tried to convince us that perhaps it was time for a new mattress. We would tell them our label said, "For the Rest of Your Life". It just dawned on us; that the slogan meant for the rest (as in best sleep) of your life. Oh. You mean after 43 years its time to retire the old girl? But our babies were er....conceived on her. And there were other happy moments on her. We have movies of our naked babies wiggling around on her.

The grand babies have slept with us on her. No, not the children. No way, no how!

So she is gone...but not forgotten.

And here is her replacement. With the new quilt I had just made to fit the old, sob, mattress. We took her measurements with us to the store. We could only buy a mattress that the quilt would fit. I mean I put a gazillion hours into that quilt; we have had the quilt a week and we were buying a mattress to fit the quilt not the other way around.





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HOME SWEET GONE

Well, its gone....almost gone. Our first home....the one my husband grew up in....the one he remodeled for me....the one where he carried me over the threshold...the one where we brought our first babies ......

Its been a LONG time comin'! Just ask our friends, neighbors, and family. It was a gorgeous old house when we lived there. But alas, two bedrooms, one bath, and three people living there with my parents coming for visits.... so we decided to build a new house two doors down as the crow flies.

Then we rented said house. First renters were great; no problemo. Second renters left owing us rent and leaving furniture for us to get rid of.

So....sell the house.....first owners great! Second owners a little questionable (mirrors on the twelve foot ceilings for heaven's sake) and RED SHAG CARPET throughout (definite fashion mistake) and a whole room dedicated to wife's clown collection.

Then a FIRE..... HAVE you ever seen fat lider (old pine wood) burn? Unfortunately it did not burn to the ground....just to a very ugly house.

Who would like there..... owners sell the lot to trailer trash (sorry but the word applies here) who move there rusty old trailer behind the house and use the house as their dumpster. Picture huge old house filled with empty beer bottles, trash of every description (and I do mean every).

We prayed (and I do mean prayed) they would move....oh yeah, they did get a new trailer and put the old one in front of the burned house. I mean just when you thought it couldn't get worse....it got worse, much worse.

As in they hooked in to my 93 year old mother-in-law's phone and ran a 500 foot cord to their house. Right beside the 500 foot hose that ran from her water spigot to their house.... not to mention the year they stole her outdoor Christmas tree and left a trail of ornaments directly to their door. (Smart, huh?....the police shook their heads.)

Oh, and they stole our neighbor, the doctor's, Boston Terrier. After we had all looked high and low for Molly for weeks..... Pam knocks on their door and asks if they had seen the dog....oh no...they say....as Molly runs out from between their legs. Chutzpa....was these people's name!

Finally, on his last arrest.....(oh, I forgot to mention he had gamecock cages (with Gamecocks) for fighting them.... about 10 PM weekend nights.....pickups started arriving) any way after his LAST arrest the family had to move.....and we got our cousin who farmed the rest of the land to buy the dang place. That was five years ago and we've been waiting ever since for the house to be torn down.

Finally, January 22, 2009 a HUGE back hoe arrives; digs a hole the size of the grand canyon, and starts tearing off pieces of the house and dropping them in the hole. Hallelujah!

Now, IF they continue today.....we might finally be able to say....Home Sweet GONE!