Sunday, May 29, 2011

Saturday Centus # 56~ The Wounded Soul

He loaded coffin after coffin into the plane, so many that he broke down and cried.

I want to go home real bad, but not like this” he thought as he wiped his nose on the backside of his hand and then down his pant leg.

After he returned home, his grandfather noticed the change. His grandson was a lost and broken soul.

The old man reached out and put a Purple Heart medal in his grandson’s hand. “They call it the legacy of heroes.” he said “For the memory of my brother’s name...... I’d rather have you than one of these.”

His grandson cried.

I noticed the changes in my nephew when he came back from Iraq. Only God knows what torments his soul. He is distant and has all but shut down wrestling those demons. You don't always need to take a bullet or shrapnel to feel the pain of war.
I hate war.
Maybe if mothers were in charge of the world........
Please stop by Jenny's blog (off on my tangent) and read up on this powerful prompt in honor of Memorial Day. You can get there by clicking on this link:
God bless those who serve. Thank You and God bless America!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Saturday Centus # 55~ The Epiphany

Things are getting back to normal around my place. I have just a few minutes today to play on the computer and I choose to spend it with my fellow Centusians. Ahh to be among fellow writers scratching their heads, tapping their fingers, and wondering what to write. It's a wonderful time spent!

Today's Saturday Centus prompt "the reflection in the mirror" comes from Jenny Matlock's guest, Miz Donna over at her blog (Crazy Daze & Nite Dreams 

and now onto my contribution....
She looked at the reflection in the mirror and asked “Is it me?”

Tired of her constant self analyzing, she flicked the light off and crawled in bed and pleaded with God.

“Why? Why do those who claim to be my friend use sarcasm on me in front of others? Why do they make me feel that I am less than they are?”

That night Jesus came to her. He said “My child, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Surround yourself with positive Godly people. Stop listening to your neighbor. She doesn’t have a Ph.D. in Psychology. I love you just as you are!
Don't forget to stop back by Jenny's blog (off on my tangent) and check out some totally awesome stories. You can get there by clicking on this link:

And just so ya know...I love ya just as you are! Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Saturday Centus #54~ The Comforter

What a crazy week we have been having,with Blogger having issues and making repairs. But there are worse things in this world to fret over.

I thought I would take a few minutes from painting the baseboards in my laundry room to try and crank out my contribution for Saturday Centus #54. 

I am shocked that my hubby even let me hold a paint brush after I dump a container of paint on the guest room carpet. Oh well, momma always said not to cry over spilled milk....or in this case paint.

As usual, the prompt is in blue : Hush little baby don’t you cry.”

now on to my contribution.......

As I came out of my safe room, the scene unfolding before me left my hair standing on end. My home was gone. The air was still and eerie. I struggled to get through the debris to find my neighbor. Dear God, please let her be okay!

I heard what sounded like whimpering but I wasn’t sure. I called out “Susan, Susan are you okay?”

When I finally got close to the sound I could see Susan’s legs sticking out from under a door. Her three year old daughter Emily was cradling Susan’s bleeding head in her lap and singing “Hush little baby don’t you cry.”
Mother nature sure has been down right hard on a lot of unfortunate families across our United States. Let's do what we can for them, and keep them in our prayers too!
Please remember to stop by and read other Saturday Centus stories over at Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent). You won't be disappointed. You can get there by clicking here:
Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "D" is for Dichroic Glass Jewelry

It's Alphabe~Thursday and this week is about the letter "D".  I wanted to share my love of dichroic glass jewelry with you.

Dichroic is pronounced Dye-Cro-Ick. 

This glass is expensive to make, as you can see by some of the artist's designs, it is worth the price.
I have a few pendants and earrings made of dichroic glass. Mostly given to me as gifts. Lucky me! 

Fantastic colors are created through the manipulation of light. These look light and airy and tropical.

I think these are beautiful don't you?

Photo Credit: eBay

Photo Credit: eBay
Photo Credit: eBay

Photo Credit: eBay

Photo Credit: eBay

I hope you will stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent) and check out more post about the letter "D". You can get there by clicking here:

Thanks for stopping by! ~Ames

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Saturday Centus # 53 ~ Jumping Geriatrics

Happy Mother's Day! 
Welcome to another Saturday Centus post. This week is #53 and Jenny Matlock has decided that it's going to be a regular Saturday Centus as usual. No pictures, no tricky prompts. Just 100 words not including the prompt she has provided, and it is in blue: I'd like to teach the world to sing....

and now onto my contribution....
Ella shook her head “I’d like to teach the world to sing. Good gawd almighty, I think them momma’s dropped a few o’ they babies on they heads if yo a askin me!”

“Oh now Miss Ella, we’ll just change the radio station and I’ll speak with the janitor about his choice in music.” Nurse Darnell suddenly had an epiphany. She patted Ella’s hand and scurried out of the room.

That weekend she wheeled Ella into the home’s dining room, and the High School choir started singing The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. It was a toe tapping event with smiles all around, and Ella’s smile was the biggest.
Okay all you jiving centurians, why don't you jump on over to Jenny's place (off on my tangent) and get yo groove on? You can get there by clicking here:
Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "C" is for Citrus Baron and a Castle

This week’s Alphabe-Thursday is all about the letter “C”. There are so many topics regarding the letter “C”, I wasn’t sure if I should continue on about my state, or pick something different. For two days now I have been sitting here, fingers poised over my keyboard drawing a blank. So I guess I will do another blip about my beloved Florida.

So, with that said, here is my contribution for this week….


  "C" is for a Citrus Baron
 "C" is for a Castle

On a Florida island called Merritt’s Island, where Kennedy Space Center now resides, is an old orange grove that was planted by a pioneer citrus grower named Douglas Dummett.

Dummett planted wild sour-orange trees that probably originated with the Spanish, and grafted cuttings from sweet orange trees that were transplanted in this grove on Merritt’s Island. These orange trees survived the famous 1835 freeze.

After Dummett died, his grove was sold in 1881 to an Italian nobleman Eicole Tamajo, Duke of Castellucia. We’ll just call him the Duke.

The Duke married Jennie Anheuser of the Budweiser beer family. The Duke built Jennie a two-story mansion using lumber salvaged from the Santa Cruz, a wrecked sailing ship. The ship’s mast was used for the center posts of the two spiral staircases in the mansion.

After a domestic squabble, the Duke partitioned the house into two parts, one for him and one for Jennie. That must have been one hairy squabble because he later moved back to Italy and died in 1892. Hope he didn't leave her behind to fend for herself and to ward off the mosquitos. Can you imagine no screens in those windows and all those blood sucking mosquitoes?  Shiver!!!

I have always known this wooden house as the Dummitt Castle. My father would take us over to the island when we were children and let us play in the abandoned Castle and grounds. We picnicked there often.

My father once told me that there were tunnels from the house to what was once slave quarters, but I have never seen them or heard any other stories about these so called tunnels.

Through out the decades Dummitt Castle was sold to various individuals and groups and was finally moved from its original location at the request of NASA in 1964. It burned down in 1967. Another piece of history lost.

So if a man’s house is his castle, would this man’s house be half a castle?

Please don’t forget to stop by Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent) and check out more stories about the letter “C”. You can get there by clicking here: