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Photo Friday – Old Cars

Sunday Afternoon After Church

Initially, I had not planned to submit for this week’s Photo Friday because time did not permit me to take a picture of an old vehicle.  Additionally, I did not have any photos that I had previously taken.  But the rules were adjusted somewhat this week, whereas we can submit pics that we did not take.  So I thought I’d share a picture taken in the early 60’s of my mother and aunt Anna.  Both have gone on to another realm; bless their souls. 

Sunday afternoons after church in the 60’s were so full of neighborhood and family values: Families and friends gathering together for Soul Food, good conversation–everyone wearing their Sunday best – so full of love and tradition.  Boy do I ever miss those days.  I myself often carry out the Sunday tradition; but unlike the days of old, it’s always me doing all the cooking and most of us did not come from church!  Wow do I miss the days when many of the women gathered in the steamy kitchen talking trash, laughing – whilst the men, admiring their families, talked “business” in the dining room.  Now I know that we’ve progressed so much from the 60’s; but some things, in my opinion, did not promote progress, but a sense of individuality bringing forth separation that saddens me.   No longer do I see the community and family unity – everyone’s for self now.  This, in my opinion, has caused depression, poverty, violence and a malady of social problems.  So today, let’s strive to live that life of the 60’s, and bring family and community together. 

Sunday Afternoons After Church ~By CordieB

Oh how I miss the days of old . . .

When family unity was the goal

Of every bright or weary soul

Oh how I miss the lost tradition

When helping hands was the mission

When we knew all our neighbor’s names

When we’d speak to all who peacefully came

walking down the clean sidewalks

stopping for friendly gossip and small talk

When neighbors would watch over the young

and everyone knew every one

when neighbors could spank that ass

for talking smart or acting fast

and then I’d get another one

after the neighbor told my dad or mom

When children still played hide and seek

When strong families always helped the weak

When unity meant what it should

and not simply another cliche’ buzz word

When fathers could not abandon theirs

without humilitation, points and stares

and of course lots and lots of old folk’s prayers

When the corner store owner lived in the neighborhood

and there was no such thing as “living in the hood”

And people usually acted like they knew they should

The Sunday afternoons after church dismissed

When family and neigbors gathered to reminice

And laugh and cry and love each other

and every one was treated like a sister or brother

I miss it all, but alas life goes on

So at least I’ll carry the tradition on

So if you miss those days, come visit soon

My home on Sunday Afternoons

~Written By CordieB



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Just for Fun

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a comic strip!

Photo Friday – Ponds, Rivers, Lakes or Seas

Today’s Photo Friday is entitled: Ponds, Rivers, Lakes or Seas

and was chosen by  me.

Follow the links below for other entries (I will add links as entries come in!):

Idea Jump!

A Curious State of Affairs

Spatulahandle’s weblog

Just for Fun!

Tall Chick Tales

Lou of BlahBlahblog is still away travelling in Malawi  but you might like to read her blog (posted in absentia)


Me and G love spending lazy afternoons and evenings at the Pony Pasture James River Rapids.  It’s such a relaxing experience; a natural spa.   I took these with a throw away camera; for fear of slipping on a rock and dropping my camera in the water; so the pics don’t have real good quality.  But, the day was absolutely fantastic.  Anyone know a good water proof digital camera?

Photo Friday, Phantasmagoria!


I Dream in Colors whenever I Dream of You – in my dream Utopia!

The stars look up to you, my love – my night time is our euphoria

I fantasize in your dreamy eyes – through reality or fantasy disguise

There’s always a surreal, sensual surprise, in our Phantasmagoria


 Mom’s Aways watching over you, even in your dreams, your Phantasmagoria –

My senses and invisible eyes are in constant state of being – cyclophoria!

In the Sun’s rising and setting, through clouds, or the moon’s crescent. 

Through lightness, darkness, angels or demons – My peace is ever present. 


This week’s topic (May 30th) is Phantasmagoria.  This dreamy word was chosen by me.  I first learned of it from a beautiful poem, written by the Angel, Enreal

Here is what I found on the word . . . .

Encarta Definition:
phan·tas·ma·go·ry [ fan tázmə gàwree ] (plural phan·tas·ma·go·ries)



1. bizarre images: a series or group of strange or bizarre images seen as if in a dream

2. ever-changing scene: a scene or view that encompasses many things and changes constantly

Miriam Webster Definition:

1: an exhibition or display of optical effects and illusions
2 a: a constantly shifting complex succession of things seen or imagined b: a scene that constantly changes
3: a bizarre or fantastic combination, collection, or assemblage

Urban Dictionary Definition:
1. phantasmagoria 7 up, 1 down

The best word in the world, it is used to describe a group of mythical and fantasy creatures, or just top confuse people as most people have never heard it.
As he looked into the forest he saw all manner of Phantasmagoria.

Please click on these links to see everyone eles’s beautiful photo’s displaying “Phantasmagoria”

Curious State of Affairs

Tall Chick Tales


Just for fun

Curious C




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Have a Happy Friday. 



Photo Friday – Emotions – Peace At Last


Curious State of Affairs

Tall Chick Tales


Just for fun

Curious C



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A Mother’s Love

A Mother’s Love is never failing . .

Never sick, never ailing . . .

Through time and space go hand and glove

They can’t defeat a mother’s love.