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Monday, June 25, 2012


A while back I posted a blog about West Texas--Wyman Meinzer's photo collection, and I commented that you would like the music by Doug Smith even if you didn't think too much of the photography. Later my sister-in-law, Rita,  told me what she knew about this Lubbock musician. Mr. Smith is very talented artist, and it looked like he had a tremendous future in music, but he was involved in a terrible wreck that left him paralyzed from the neck down. It all happened about the time  Rita and Garry's daughter was in the same hospital recovering from a head injury.   Rita said Averie would go over into Mr. Smith's room and try to comfort him as best she could (because he was terribly upset and she could hear him crying in the next room).  I was mortified as Rita told me the story; it made me sick to think that someone this talented could be ruined in a matter of minutes (isn't that true of all of us).  Rita ended up her story by telling me that The Texas Country Reporter did an article on Doug Smith, and she made me promise to look it up, because things turned out better than I thought.  I hope that you will take the time to listen to his story, because I guarantee that you will be inspired, and also amazed at what determination mixed with God's love can do.  Blessings.

Monday, June 4, 2012


It was twilight when I left, so you can barely see the sign that says, "ANDREWS LOVES GOD, COUNTY AND SUPPORTS FREE ENTERPRISE."   This sign welcomes everyone as they drive in from the East, and one I could have photographed in broad daylight many times, but I think it is appropriate at the end of the day, because this is the end of a 26 year career in education.  I am glad that I finished the last two years of this career at Andrews ISD.
It was a long, hot, hard day loading up, and I stayed after Bobby and Jody left with the truck and the trailer so I could clean the apartment.  I was exhausted when I finished,  and reached in my purse to get my one and only key to the car--the key was GONE!  I couldn't believe it, because I had been so careful to always put my it back in my purse, but it was gone.  After my melt down, I finally decided to start unloading the car, and haul everything back into the apartment,  and go home with my dear sister-in-law for the weekend (it was Saturday night).  I opened the hatch to get the first load, and glanced down. There  was the key sitting neatly right in front of my eyes!  Of course, I was ecstatic, and asked the Lord to forgive me for all my bad words, and thanked Him  over and over, and continue to thank Him for all my blessings.  I got home about 12:30, too tired to even sleep, and once again I have  decided that moving is hell! 
To be continued.