“Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
“With the stars up above in your eyes
“A fantabulous night to make romance
“’Neath the cover of October skies
“And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
“And I’m trying to please to the calling
“Of your heartstrings that play soft and low. ...”
— Van Morrison, “Moondance,” 1969
Perhaps I have been watching too many Hallmark television movies; maybe it’s Van Morrison’s music on my mind.
Maybe, it’s just that I’ve just realized that I am suddenly on the lean side of mid-70, but I’ve been terribly conscious of the days. Not that anything has actually changed, but somehow, things have shifted.
The days are still 24 hours long, but the time means something different, more important, more filled with meaning — more fraught with importance that I must say “I love you” more to everyone and do everything more fervently than before.
Maybe I’m moonstruck tonight; I’ll take two aspirin and call someone in the morning.
Miss Summer Smith and Jason Lee were married recently. Camron and Jennifer Balentine celebrated their anniversary; they did everything right with a Cake By Lee!
Tangela Ledford-Ross is into photography at Blue Cottage Photography, LLC. Her photographs of children are adorable; give her a call!
“The Day the Devil Came to Church” is a play, a metaphor of the struggle between flesh and spirit. It is played out in the mind of a preacher. The church is the battlefield where the flesh wars against the spirit. Here the flesh will use whatever means are necessary in order to secure success.
It will be performed Oct. 28 at the Anniston Performing Arts Center. The play was written by Chirondala Maduka and features Darrell Farmer as the devil.
“Hey! Nana!” — my favorite words when spoken by my grandson. He came quietly and stood uncertainly by my chair. After a minute he said, “Did you have a good birthday?”
Things had been a bit off since Christie’s surgery had been rescheduled for today; my birthday party planned for today had fallen into the abyss of “soon.” It didn’t matter, but magically, a piece of cake at 11:30 p.m. on Oct. 17 seemed just right.
As Ryan and I went to the kitchen, Rod and a groggy Christie met us and together we ate that beautiful elephant cake, (sans candles because, as Rod said, we might burn the house down!)
My 75th birthday celebration went on with those I love, and at the stroke of midnight!
I thought of another October night, 75 years ago, as my grandmother, Maybelle Cason, sat rocking her newborn granddaughter beside the fireplace.
“She might not make it,” the doctor said and left.
Maybelle and her friend, Bessie Cherry, took turns rocking and singing.
With the meek morning sun came a lusty cry from the hungry baby. And that’s how we came to meet every week, round town!
Glenda Byars is a correspondent for The Gadsden Times. Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org.