Last Day of Valentines Week

For my last post I’d like to end with a poem my mother wrote. My mom loved words, she was a published author and had such a way of saying things. After all of these years I am still amazed at my mothers God given abilities. I hope you all enjoy her poem.

 

I Walked In Gethsemane

 

Lord, I feel akin to Thee

For I’ve trodden Gethsemane

In the dark and gloomy night

With no ray of hope or light.

 

Doubt of safety for one dear

Sent me there in deepest fear

In despair I wandered on

Thinking I was there alone.

 

Then in mists of twilight dew

I saw there were others, too

Other figures, shadowed, still

That in life I knew so well.

 

Some walked aimless, to and fro

Lost in fear and deepest woe

A gray haired mother, bent with grief

Knelt to pray in sweet relief.

 

Friends and loved ones dear to me

I tried to reach with sympathy

But my own doubt drove me on

In Gethsemane, alone.

 

I wanted much to still the fears

Of a girl who sat in tears

But in my stumbling, doubting way

I found I knew not what to say.

 

Then a voice out of the deep

Whispered softly “Do not weep”

I wondered if each one could hear

That voice so soft and yet so clear.

 

“Faith and comfort I could give

If for Me you’d daily live.

I could be your Guiding Star

Moving doubt and fear afar.”

 

Then like clouds of morning light

Banished were the fears of night.

Faiths fair light rose bright and clear

And I knew ’twas Christ so near.

 

As I stood He seemed to say

Some are here who’ve lost the way

Go and tell the story sweet

Of a Heaven of Retreat.

Odela Testerman

Day 4 of Foy and Odela

The next note comes from my mothers best friend, Joyce, they had been friends since they were young girls growing up in Love County, OK. Quick side note, I don’t know if Joyce ever knew this or not, but when the twins moved into the area my mother instantly fell for my dad, Foy. She and Joyce were playing house and were deciding which twin would be their husbands in their pretend game. My mom let Joyce go first and she always said she held her breath, hoping and praying her friend would not pick her twin. Joyce chose Roy so my mom could breath again. I asked her once what would have happened if Joyce had chosen the wrong twin. My mom winked at me and walked off whistling. To this day I don’t know what would have happened to Joyce if she had chosen unwisely.

Jan. 3, 1984

Joyce (Hudson) Seefeld

Rogers, New Mexico

I have very fond memories of the Testermans and Allens. Odela was my best friend by the time I started to school at Greenville, OK till we left there in 1924. I shall never forget how she and I could climb a hackberry tree, find a forked branch where we could sit comfortably and listen to the noises of the creek such as birds singing and crickets chirping and eat hackberries. Thinking back there wasn’t much to eat but they were good to two hungry barefoot kids when the hot summer days were as long. I also remember sneaking in her mama’s kitchen and each getting a biscuit to eat with the sheep showers we’d gather and sat on the creek. Um-m-good eatin!  I wonder if kids would like them now? And would kids like to ride saplings? We could go mighty high if we could find a young tree, bend it over till we could get a good hold and give a little kick. Up we’d go and a bluff never got too high for us to jump off of, especially if it had a sandy bottom to land in.

Odela was the envy of every little girl in school when her teacher presented her with a pretty doll for making the highest grades, I don’t think I envied her for I was glad it was she who won it (since I couldn’t) and like I said she was my best friend.

School was fun and to second graders in “love” with two cute (handsome?) twin boys made it even more fun. She liked Foy and I liked Roy. I’d like to ask Odela a few things that she remembers,..

That night we saw the wicked elf with his sword drawn to cute off our heads? How miserable we were with our heads under the cover on a hot summer night?

Picking boll weevils off of wild flowers and weeds and selling them for 1 cent each?

Getting the day lights scared out of when the strangers stopped close to the bridge to have a picnic? And how we sat high in a tree waiting for them to go on? How we pushed and pulled on Lillian to get her up there? She might have been four years old. And getting their paper cups they had left?

Finding the dried up knot out of the tree, thinking God had started making a baby and had dropped it so we dug a shallow grave and after a short service, perhaps a prayer and a few tears we buried it and went on our way Just goes to show we sure hadn’t watched television!

I could go on and on. I could say a lot about Foy’s mother. She was our closest neighbor and my mothers very dear friend. They wrote letters to each other long after we came to New Mexico. I’d walk with my mom to visit them and have such a good time playing. Mama would say before we got there “now Joyce don’t you ask for something to eat” but Foy’s mom knew kids were always hungry and I remember how good the bread, meat and buttermilk was. And mama would eat too! I remember the day I spent with them and a terrible sand storm blew all day and we went to the cellar. Foy’s mom brought food, water and clay and we played, moulded all kinds of farm animals and wagons and buggy. Really had fun.

Childhood memories!

Day 3 Legacy of Foy and Odela

Todays missive comes to you from my mothers cousin Joe Kee and his wife Mary. The story they tell is one of childhood and then one of my dad in adulthood. The one from adulthood is one I have never heard but it fits with my dads personality and sense of Christ. I hope you enjoy it.’

Jan. 3, 1984

Joe and Mary Kee

Odella was Joe Kee’s cousin and Foy had lived close by since Joe was a small boy, when all would come over to play at Uncle Toms house. Uncle Tom Allen lived close to Monroe Kee with their wives being sisters.

Us kids had some good times and gave others some bad times. What one couldn’t think of one of the rest of us was bound to. In later years we all moved to Amber. Joe took Rhoda, his sister to practice on a play and he stayed at Bob Allens home. Jess and Joe decided to scare all of the other boys in the house. They tied a string above the window in the bedroom and down to the castor bean stalk in Linnies garden. Joe put rosum on the string. Jess and Joe told the others they were going into town and of course there is always someone else wanting to go it was Tom. Finally when they couldn’t talk Tom out of going, they let him in on to what they were going to do. They said “now Tom you get the shells out of that gun of Ralphs or he will shoot us.” Tom played the French harp and he was good. About dark he was playing that harp and we hit that string and it made a terrible racket. We could see them open the bedroom door and peep into the room. They couldn’t see anything so they went back, a few minutes we hit that thing again and back they came and would peep around and look all over the room. Finally they came peeped out the door but they wouldn’t come out. That line did make a terrible racket and was enough to scare you. We decided that they were too scared to come out so Jess sneaked down to the hen house and got an old hen and he would grab a feather behind that old hens head and pull it out and of all the swaking that hen would do it. Ralph got his gun and stuck out the door. He didn’t even come out where he could see he just put it around the corner. Jess took off and I could hear him running plop plop plop,. He sounded like a herd of cows., Ralph hollored again, “stop or I will shoot”. We started to laugh and he said you are mighty lucky I could of shot you. We said oh you didn’t even have any shells, he said “I always have shells.” He looked and the gun was empty,

I remember after Mary and I married they came to our house at Stonewall and stayed the night. Mary started to fix the meal and had no bacon.. Odella went out into the car and got some and Mary has always remembered that visit. They had to bring their own food but that wasn’t the only reason we remembered that visit,. Foy told of a man in his church that he really had got to the point of not being to worship at church because of. He could hardly stand the man, so bad was his dislike for the man he could hardly worship, One day the Pastor had them all knell in prayer at church and Foy said he started to pray for that man and then Foy said, “I found myself praying for old Floy and when I got up and looked at that man he looked so different”, Mary and I talked about that many times since and I think he taught us what the parable in the Bible meant to first cast out the beam in your own eye, Foy and Odella taught many people things, I was around them all my life in growing up and I never heard them or their family ever say a bad word, we love Odella and Foy and hope they feel our love through out all of the years to come.

Day 2 of Valentines with Foy and Odela

Yesterday’s note was chosen by choice, todays was random. This one is from Al and Grace Wimberly, Sister Grace (I’m Freewill Baptist, that’s how we refer to each other) was one of my favorite Sunday school teachers. I am going to tell a little story that my dad told me about the Wimberly’s. They have both gone to their heavenly home, so I know they won’t mind me revealing this fact about them.

They were not native Owassoans, they actually chose Owasso to retire to, not really sure how that happened, but they did. They were big couponers before it was a thing. The money they saved in coupons went into a jar, every June they would take that money to Brother Pirtle (the preacher of our church) and give it to him to pay for children who would not be able to afford it otherwise, to go to camp. Here is their note to my parents:

Al and Grace Wimberly

Jan. 12, 1982

A Tribute To Foy and Odella Testerman On Their 50th Wedding Anniversary

Foy’s smile – Prayers in the Church – Comments in adult Sunday school Class. In 1982 they read through the Bible and we had wonderful discussions on Friday when we where grocery shopping at Safeway. Odella’s pecan pies at birthday suppers and when the Ladies Auxillary took food into bereaved families. The positive testimony for Christ and the Free Will Baptist Church in the community. “Do you know the Testerman’s they go there?” Was the question asked by people when they found out where we went to church.

What a pleasant time to go their place. The walk down the hill to the huge garden. Those big beautiful potatoes. The bucket of turnips that we where given. Foy’s willingness to share his knowledge about gardening. Odella’s story of the rabbits in their first garden. She carried a gun to the garden instead of a hoe. The raccoon’s that ate their corn. Odella’s beautiful sewing.

The crowning point of taking Angie in and giving her a christian home atmosphere. Our prayers are that God will still use that act of mercy to His glory. Wish to God there were more Testerman’s in this world and in the churches,. We love you Foy and Odella and thank you for letting us share your anniversary.

Foy and Odela Legacy of Love

This week is Valentines week, the day of love, as it were, there are many different kinds of love. As everyone who knows me, knows, that my parents are my favorite love story. On their 50th wedding anniversary we had a surprise party for them. In the invitation we included a blank piece of paper and a self-addressed envelope. We asked everyone to write their favorite memory of our parents. We then made a book of all of the memories and presented it to them at their party. My mom and dad both said it was the best present they had ever gotten. I have that book of memories. I was telling my BBFF about it and he suggested that I share one of those memories each day of Valentines week. A brilliant idea from a brilliant friend, putting that Rice education to use. So I shall share a memory each day, I am going to start with my brother Jesse, since he is in heaven with them now it seems fitting. I hope you enjoy these memories as much as they did. I am also not correcting grammar, punctuation or spelling as I believe they are all charming the way they were written.

Date: Today

Name: Mine

Once upon a time there was a family. Mom, dad, Jim, Nell, Jesse, later, much later in life there came Angie. This family was the most and goodest for Jesse because he was the youngest of all the original three kids.

I have written this at least a hundred times fifty in my head and fifty on paper.

Memories well I wrote those once and it filled too many pages. I rember the times in the spring we would have boiled eggs and fried potatoes cooked over a fire on the creek bank not all moms would do that. I rember the trips to calif. and the stories told by dad of things before I began to remember. The memories of those long trips just our family are great.

Today I sit and look at my family and see our family of today in each day and action by each member

Memories I am living them through Robby, Ricky and Rhonda. I see every day what we kids did and I hope that the memories I treasure from my childhood one day will be exibited by my childern.

I look back now and say thank you for making me go to church. Showing me this non-nondescript mission on main street in Owasso. What I sometimes wonder is what in the world were we doing in Owasso when we lived in Vera, well I guess that is the way God works. To try to write what I really feel or remember.

I guess it is like Robby said if I write I love you in the middle of a sheet of paper it would really say what needs to be said.

Thank you for haveing a place of refuge for my new family while I was in the Navy. Knowing that they were in good hands enabled me to sleep well, when they would let me, and have peace of mind. Thanks for giving my wife and kids the love and guidance they have received in this last twenty years of my life. I will admit that it is much easier to live at home and depend on others for decisions (mom/dad may I) and finances than it ever has been sence Sept. 6, 1963.

In closing I just want to say mom, dad I do love you both more than can be written. Hope for another fifty

Jesse R. Testerman

Happy Birthday to Me

Good Morning and Happy Day After my Birthday! Yes, it is that time of year, February, the month I declare as mine. However, I find that I am sharing that month with some pretty spectacular women. More on them later, first up, in the immortal words of Toby Keith, I wanna talk about me.

The birthday celebrations started on Friday night, dinner with Alex, Elicia, Elizabeth and Tess. Wait, back up Thursday was Starbucks and a movie, the Upside, which was a good movie. i was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it.

Back to me, Saturday was spent catching up on Star Trek Discovery and not a lot else.

Sunday, my actual birthday, was lunch with Jeffrey, Amanda and children, then dinner with BBFF and his GF.

Turning 55 is not a lot different than 54, except I have learned a lot in that one year about myself and have seen the lives of friends changed for the better. Still no Dean Cain on the horizon, but I am ok with that, he will show up when God wants him to, not before or after. I am a firm believer in God’s timing not mine, my timing has always been off. 

I consider the past birthday year a win, now to see what God has in store for this one.

Now for the amazing women I share this month with, I want to let you all know they share so many awesome qualities.

They are all independent, hard working, free thinkers, they all think for themselves, They are fact gatherers and able to make decisions based on fact not emotion. I find that is a common trait of February people on the whole.

I am proud to share this month with them, I cannot think of better women to be associated with.

I took several days off from work to celebrate, well, me, I will go back refreshed and recharged and ready to tackle any and all problems.

I look forward to so many things coming up, I am also enjoying the now. I will sign off for now as I have to do something incredibly unpleasant. Which is resolving an issue that has been ongoing for several months. I may have a resolution, finally, but it does involve me actually visiting a store. So off I go.

I really want to thank every single person who went out of their way to make me feel special on the day of my birth. The phone calls, text messages, Facebook messages, dinners, presents and everything in-between made my day incredibly special. You all so totally rock!

No Disappointments

Ok, so, I was listening to the radio this morning and they were talking about John Travolta shaving his head. Which made me think about celebrities and their aging and which ones had disappointed me in that process. I started thinking about it then refocused to the ones that have not disappointed me. 

So here is my list of celebrities that have not disappointed me through the years. These are in chronological order, not in order of way I love them.

First up, William Shatner, this man gets better with age, I loved him from the very first Star Trek, and I love him now on Twitter. He is funny, sharp and suffers no fools, I love the way he shuts down people who behave badly towards him. He does it with humor and grace, never mean spirited, I hope he continues for a long time to come.

Leonard Nimoy, I know he is no longer with us, however, while he was, he never, ever disappointed me. From the first time I caught a glimpse of those pointy ears, his unflappable logic, to the rea man behind the Vulcan. He aged with grace and dignity, continuing to educate us to the very end. Even reprising our beloved Spock to hand the baton over to a very capable Zachary Quinto, he do so with a grace and dignity rarely seen in Hollywood.

Steve Perry, even though he had to quit Journey due to crippling anxiety, he does not disappoint. His vocal chords are still as great as ever and he still has the best hair I have ever seen. His ability to open his heart up to a woman he knew had a terminal illness just endeared him more to me. 

Harrison Ford, his ability to make hearts flutter at the age he is at is a miracle in itself. His self-deprecating humor spills over to the characters he plays. He has only been in one movie that I truly loathed his character. Which means he did his job excellently. He managed to take his career from playing a space rogue to playing everything else, then coming full circle back to said rogue. Harrison Ford is ageless, timeless and never disappoints.

Ronald Raegan, even though he is no longer with us, he remains a fixture in my heart. I love him, I miss him, and I miss his humor, his strength of character and just him. I can see him and Nancy dancing in heaven, he never disappointed me.

Jude Deveraux, her books never let me down, I have been reading her since I was in my early 20’s. For those of you keeping count, it’s a long time. She has recently switched genre and she continues to delight me with her characters and even her series with the same family. I will buy any book that woman writes. 

Which brings me to my number 1 never disappoints:

Dean Cain, I fell in love in 1993, he was quite simply the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my entire life. Still true today, I don’t know what kind of deal he has, but it’s working. I know God and I have a deal, regarding my looks, I wonder if Dean has the same deal. I will still watch anything that man is in, I will buy Lois and Clark DVD’s and watch any series he appears in. except for the dating one he did, I refuse to watch that. Dean choosing a woman other than me! A travesty I tell you. He is still the prettiest man on the planet and I dare say others in the universe. The more I see of him, the more I am not disappointed, he is not only pretty, he is intelligent, well-spoken and makes though provoking points. I really love a man that not only looks good, but sounds good as well.

There you have it, a smidgen of a list of celebrities I am not disappointed with as the years go by. Do you have a list? I would be curious to know who has not disappointed you. As usual you can comment here or send me a missive at angie@angieworld.com.

 

Happy Birthday Elizabeth Anne

Dear Elizabeth Anne,

Today is the day of your great arrival in this world, it was a day that was filled with greatness.

I loved you before you were born, I knew without one doubt you were going to be a girl, I had everything pink picked out.

Everyone tried to tell me you would be a boy, the odds were against me. Two boys before you, but I knew, you were going to be a girl.

Everyone was wrong, you were the daughter I dreamed of, I prayed for you before you were here, God did not disappoint.

You were born with so much personality, you knew what you wanted from the beginning. Animals, the cat was drawn to you, wanted to be with you, I had to get him out of your crib so many times.

I am proud of the woman you became, your deep love of animals have continued. Your farm and the way you have so many animals and such a variety, it is breathtaking.

You have personality traits of both me and your father and the combination equals total greatness.

I admire your tenacity, stubbornness, caring nature and your ability to see things as they are. You do not react on emotion, you react on facts, I like to believe you got that from me.

I asked for a daughter just like you, from your straight dark hair to your larger than life personality. God never disappoints, you are the daughter of my prayers.

Was it all sugar and spice and everything nice? no, but that is what happens when two people have the same amount of stubbornness and the belief that they are right.

It was all worth it, I’d do it all over again, from the very beginning, when I found out I was pregnant with you and began that conversation with God. You are exactly the person you are supposed to be.

I love you so much Elizabeth Anne, I hope your birthday year is filled with all of the amazing goodness that God has to offer. Go on adventures, see new things, don’t be afraid to go after whatever it is you want in life. Never forget, you are named after two Queens, brave Queens who made their worlds into something completely different from where it started. 

Love,

Mom