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Several years ago while returning from a client Dinner meeting, passing my Office, I noticed a light on that was unusual as I was the last person to leave that evening and I knew all the lights had been turned off. I made a u-turn killing my lights as I was pulling into the drive. There was a car in the spot reserved for the Boss. Sensing something amiss I switched off the ignition and coasted into a parking place next to his. For the life of me, I could not figure why he was here this time of night. Upon entering the front door, very quietly turning the deadbolt, proceeded toward the sound of a piano. There was a very thick atmosphere of dread while carefully checking out the room walking toward noise of a sad tune coming from the Piano. The music was beautiful but creepy at the same time, along with the line of a funeral march. I stood in the doorway placing every memory of the room in my mind's eye, trying to think of a way of not startling the man at the piano. There was enough light for me to recognize one of the new people in the office. As he finished that song and before he could start another, I said that was fantastic calling his name. He paused and looking over the piano invited me in. As I pulled a chair in position, I noticed a fifth of Jack Daniels sitting on the left end of the bench with a drink on the left side of the keyboard beside a small bottle of medication. Letting my eyes, drift to the other end of the keyboard a small snub-nose revolver came into view making me very glad that he recognized me when I called his name. The chill that was in the room slowly began to disappear, and his rigid back structure began to ease a little. We made small talk about nothing in particular, he asked about the dinner meeting and if I closed out the contract. I told him not entirely, but we had a meeting in his office tomorrow at ten o’clock to work out the details. We then talked about his children and dogs, or it could have been that we talked about his dogs and then about the children. All the time we were talking, he was playing softly on the piano as if he was coming to some decision. Also, as if he had made that decision, he stopped the song he was playing and hit a few “chop-stick” notes and stood as if to leave. I urged him to go ahead, and I would close the office behind him. He sipped the last of the Daniels and swiftly began clearing the piano of the medication and the revolver, placing them in his briefcase. Until this day, I have the uneasy feeling that I was there that night, not by chance but for the particular reason of stopping a suicide. We never again mentioned it to each other, and this is the first time I have talked about it.


Preston T. Duckett Psalm 19:14 Saturday, July 1, 2017




FOOD IS MY FAVORITE FOOD


Age has robbed most of my vices. However, still enjoy a healthy appetite. I must admit to loosely forming a diet structure. (I have loosened my belt, moved buttons on my pants.) Southern Cooking is my favorite. Google tells me it is an eight-hour drive from here to High Point North Carolina. My gobble appetite says to add several hours to that time for the simple reason of stopping at each Bar-B-Que venue, Steak House, Mom and Pop Restaurants and any other place where a large crowd gathers near an eating establishment. Born in North Georgia and living my life, so far, in South Alabama, North Florida, and South Mississippi. Facebook presented me with friends from North Carolina boasting of the best of Bar-B-Que places in the entire universe; therefore, it behooves me to delve into this matter with an increased sense of urgency. There are two reasons for this additional interest, the first is the fact of age, and the more substantial part of years is in my rearview mirror. Therefore, for the time that is ahead of me, it is imperative never to miss an opportunity to sample excellent cuisine from all around the Southland. Because of the increased age, I can only deprive the rest of the world of my judgment of their foods. One of those tasty delicates from North Carolina was Persimmon Pudding from the kitchen of Mrs. Joan (Pronounced Jo Ann) Hines. Have a standing invitation to have as many meals with her excellent cooking as they will allow. I am especially looking forward to the salmon croquet, cathead biscuits, creamed potatoes, with gravy and other beautiful side dishes. After talking with Mrs. Hines on the phone and sampling her specialty Persimmon Pudding and the fantastic reports from her Son about her cooking it may behoove me to become an adopted citizen of your beautiful state of North Carolina. My current itinerary includes one week of eating my way there, at least another week eating while there, and one last week of eating my way back to Lower Alabama. No need for any of you to send me the names of places to eat, my built-in food radar will lead me to all of the right food places. Any of you other Widows that have the delicate food touch I am open to invitations. If you are serious about your food preparations and possible additional interest, suggest you be in the mature beauty range of seventy-five or above years of age. Remember I look for the inner beauty and for that reason; I have not met an ugly woman in the last two decades. Looking forward to a visit that could develop into a Permanente arrangement of location as well as a vocation. Waiting for an opportunity to see “Carolina in the Morning.”


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, May 23, 2017




BLACKBERRIES AND GOD’S LOVE


Outside early this morning moving slowly, watching God’s beautiful clouds floating gently through His magnificent Sky. Saw a vision in my periphery that carried me back to those childhood days of going out into the woods in the Hills of North Georgia with two of my Aunts that were a few years my elders. Our jaunt carried us today on an exploration of picking blackberries for Grandma to make a blackberry cobbler and hopefully for enough of them for her to can blackberry jam. At the end of the morning's jaunt, we had all eaten almost as many as we had picked and blackberry stain was around the mouth and lips of our little threesome, our hands covered with the same dye and with brier scratches. If you did not get some scratches, you were not digging down in the vine far enough to capture that big berry right next to the ground. If you picked one that squashed when picking it was, fair to eat because it would not pass when put through Grandma’s extensive washing and inspection process. Looking down at the berries this morning brought those days of the past drifting fleetingly across my mind's eye. The fruits here on God’s little acre were not as fully loaded or as large as those I remembered from my youth. However, these veins had not the age or size of those of long ago. I moved along the fence edge while picking a berry; I would blow on as if to clean it and then slowly eaten allowing for the savoring of each morsel. Thought about picking enough to make a cobbler. However, a bird fluttering to a landing further down the fence reminded me that God had furnished these berries as food for his creations of birds as well. I stopped myself from going deeper into the area that had been pasture for our goats until a few years ago when we got out of the goat business. Whenever anyone asks about the kind of goats, we had the answer were always only brier goats except one milk goat, which appeared mysteriously one day. The dairy goat is another story for another day. This morning’s tour around the old house was enriching. It reminded me of my youth, provided and delicious before breakfast snack. It also told me of what we have been asking to do for years, and we are too busy to do so. This morning it was a privilege to “stop and smell the roses” except this morning it was “stop and pick the berries.” Heavenly Father we thank you for every morning and the pleasure of spending some time with You, and Your creations and creatures. Of all your creatures Lord, we are the most blessed and the least appreciative. Once again, we Praise Your Holy Name and thank You for Your Blessings.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, May 27, 2017




MEN PAY ATTENTION


There was a country song about don’t come home with alcohol on your breath. Coming back with whiskey on your breath is a piece of cake compared to coming home with lipstick on your collar. The love light suddenly goes out in the wife’s eyes, and a foreboding shadow takes over her entire countenance. It is as if the lightning was flashing and you can hear the thunder crashing. Of course, the easiest way to prevent a situation like this is to stay in your yard and not cross over the fence because the grass looks greener on the other side, and do not get any lipstick on your shirt in the first place. It is a good idea if you have had someone with their arms around your neck to run to the mall and buy a new shirt but be sure it is the same brand and color. Wives do not forget or forgive these things, and it will be a long way out into the future before you regain her trust. You need to renew your old spice or brute or whatever brand you use and even then it is sometimes impossible to cover up the scent of the perfume the person that was leaning on your shoulder was wearing. The moral of this bit is don’t mess around but if you do be sure not to get lipstick on your collar.
Marriage at it best is difficult, so why make it harder by making the kind of mistakes that can wreck it. As I have written before marriage is not a fifty-fifty proposition it is give and take. Sometimes it falls on you to make more of the percentage, for example, you will on occasion carry the load in a ninety-ten situation, and the pendulum will swing in your favor. The important thing in a good marriage is to keep the give and take as close as possible to the fifty-fifty mark.
All marriages improve with the inclusion of God and Jesus in daily activities. Turning you marriage over to Jesus will not rid you of all sorrows and troubles. However, it will assure you that you are not making the Journey alone you will be lifted up and given strength to continue. Satan will use all of his tricks against you, and we are not strong enough to resist all temptations, and this is where Jesus comes in he will be with you and lift you up and carry you trouble and temptations. Put all your trust and faith in the Triune Godhead, God the Father, Jesus the Son, and the Holy Spirit these three in one when asked into your life will assure you of a successful walk with the Three in One.


Preston T. Duckett Friday, October 20, 2017




CUDDLE IN THE HUDDLE CLASSES NOW IN PROGRESS

You men that have a mate that loves to cuddle enjoy the advantage of it every time you get a chance. Now I know we are supposed to be MACHO, but it is a lot more fun if you learn to cuddle, even while watching your favorite sporting event. (I always thought this was everybody’s favorite sporting event.) But in my years of interviewing the fairer sex, not all men seem to be fascinated with this game, and believe it or not, the same applies to some of the ladies. (Even the women that told me they did not like to cuddle seemed to appreciate the gentle kiss on the hand when we first met, another good lesson learned from the French. The first one was an imitation of their kiss.) One thing I miss about not having my wife around is the cuddling. Regret the times I would not be as receptive as I should have been, especially in the earlier years. But as the years crept up on me I learned that I enjoyed it more and more. There is more to a mate than just a good cook, and babysitter and grocery shopper. The time in the kitchen will be more enjoyable for both of you if you ease up behind her, slip your arms around her and place a kiss on the side of her neck. (Had to turn the fan up just thinking about this.) Sometimes the food burns, but you can eat anytime. Cuddling is only for special occasions, (Grandma used to say you have to strike while the Iron is hot, but since we do not iron much anymore I don’t guess that is meaningful as it once was.) Remember when they used to wet the finger in their mouth and slap it against the Iron to see if the sizzle would let them know is the iron was hot enough. Back to cuddling if you guys still don’t understand how you might like to read my book for cheerleaders on “Cuddle in the Huddle.” (Don’t know why but a lot of the books were bought by football players.) You guys that have a hard time trying to comprehend cuddling just contact me for admission to my School of Cuddling. We met four nights a week and the other three nights you have to do your homework and the assignment is to practice on your mate, and of course, you need to bring them to class with you so I can better demonstrate the art of the cuddle. Once understand the basics of cuddling you will have a much more enjoyable home life and so will your mate. (You notice I have only used the word wife in one sentence, and the reason for this is I am trying to stay politically correct on every count.) Remember the words of a wise man, who once said, “Cuddle don’t Muddle.”


Preston T. Duckett January 13, 2016



SIDE BENEFITS OF RADIO AND TV


I never tried to talk anyone out of giving me a ticket for speeding. However, the fact that I was involved in the business proved helpful on several occasions. The first one was a vacation trip we were taking to visit my grandparents in North Georgia. An Alabama State Trooper stopped me for speeding in Phoenix City. Occurring back around nineteen-fifty-six or so and when he asked for my license, I opened my billfold to expose the license and handed it to him. The folder on the opposite side held a Press Pass from Radio WOOF. People were more trusting of each other back then, lawsuits were not as common as today, and they did not have to read you your rights and all the excesses they have to provide today. The Trooper looked at my Press Pass and asked if I were working on a news story. I replied no sir we are on vacation. Appearing not to hear me, he said I would just give you a warning and advise you to be careful since you are going on a news story. I was never one to argue with a Policeman on any subject, so I thanked him and told him I was sure Radio WOOF appreciated his help and I knew that it was by me. At which point he folded my billfold and handed it back to me, and I gladly drove off, being sure not to exceed the speed limits.
On another occasion, this time at home on the Ross Clark Circle, where the speed limit is fifty miles per hour. The little Karmann Ghia I was driving was traveling at approximately ten miles over the limit. An Alabama State Trooper pulled me over and when he walked up beside my car that had my name printed in large gold letters on the door. He looked down at the title and then back up at me and said “Damn it, Preston, slow that thing down,” and walked away.
I Was downtown Marianna Florida selling advertising for the Radio Station, and A Policeman stopped me, I handed him my license he looked at my name and asked if I was the Preston T. that was on the radio? Naturally, it was a pleasure to tell him, yes and he gave me a warning ticket and a not too severe a lecture.
When we moved the show to WTVY-TV, we picked up a broader audience because of the power of the station and the newness of Television. I was more recognizable and welcomed in a much friendly manner than when it was just a radio show. I still picked up many warnings but only had to pay for about two speeding tickets. A couple of the police force was not all that impressed by who I was.
Preston T. Duckett Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Who was the Lady with the Quarters?

Have a Grandson that when he was younger enjoyed bicycle riding and as he lived in the rural area around Echo there was at that time plenty of room and very little traffic. Hundreds of times he had biked down that side road that went by his house and today was no exception except when the hit the main road he pulled in front of a lady that was crossing at the same time. When her car hit him, he rolled up over the hood and the top of the automobile. The radio antenna on the car roof broke off, and the stub sticking up ripped him all the way down the back of his body. When the EMT arrived, they rushed him and his Mother to the Hospital in Ozark. While in the Emergency Room, his Mother had to stay out in the waiting room. We did not have cell phones then so she went to the pay phone to call other family members and realized she did not have any change When she turned to go to the desk to ask to use one of the phones at the Hospital. There was an elderly lady that appeared in the waiting room that had not been there just a minute or two before. The lady handed her a bag that had nothing but quarters, dimes, and nickles in it and said: "take this you will need it." His Mother made a call the other Grandparents and us and turned around to give the rest of the change back to the lady, and she was gone. She asks the receptionist who was that lady that was just in here. The receptionist told her there was nobody else in the room and there had been no one in there. She described the appearance of the Lady, but the receptionist said again that there had not been anyone one fitting that description anywhere in the waiting room all morning. Our Grandson was transported by Ambulance to a Dothan Hospital and we were on the way to Ozark to check on him when the Ambulance passed us going in the opposite direction. Several operations later, thank God, our Grandson did recuperate and is alive and relatively healthy today. Damage was severe, and we were concerned that he would never come out of the Emergency Room but as I said thank God he did. After the worst of the ordeal was over my Daughter relayed the story of the Lady with the bag of change that no one else saw. Who was she, I have no way of knowing except, this must have been a Guardian Angel.


Preston T. Duckett October 23, 2015, prestontnt.com


LOVING GOD LOVING EACH OTHER


I hate to admit the following, but for me loving God is one of the hardest things I have ever tried to do. Is it because He already knows everything and we feel inadequate to approach Him? Could it be that our upbringing could have distorted the meaning of Love? There are several other ways we could explain it, but it is something that is essential. We must love God to have a relationship Him. It was not that I ever did not Love God it was just that I did not understand how to love Him. I think this is where a lot of us trip up and fail to love God adequately.
God knows our thoughts and our wishes we ask it and this makes us nervous as well. What I am about to write is not taken from the Bible verbatim, but I think it is in there within the overall concept. Why not approach God and directly ask him to let the Holy Spirit show you how to love God and each other, then be quiet and listen for his answer and it may come in different ways. It may come from the Pastors sermons, your reading of the Bible on just in everyday conversations with others, or as I did about this thought or subject, hearing a Christian song by a group of singers “Loving God - Loving Each Other.” But when you receive it you will know it is from God, and give him the thanks and praise for it. If you have trouble with this subject or any other, you may start by asking your Pastor for help. He has forgotten more scripture than most of us know. There is other scriptures help, but it is best, to begin with, someone that can understand what you are asking and can help you or at least can point you in the right direction to find the help you need. Remember let us keep “Loving God and Loving Each Other.”


Never cease to love your fellow Christians. Heb: 13-1

God Himself dwells in us if we love one another. 1 John 4-12

We love Him because He loved us first. 1 John 4-19


Preston T. Duckett Monday, June 8, 2015


Who was the Lady with the Quarters?


Have a Grandson that when he was younger enjoyed bicycle riding and as he lived in the rural area around Echo there was at that time plenty of room and very little traffic. Hundreds of times he had biked down that side road that went by his house and today was no exception except when the hit the main road he pulled in front of a lady that was crossing at the same time. When her car hit him, he rolled up over the hood and the top of the automobile. The radio antenna on the car roof broke off, and the stub sticking up ripped him all the way down the back of his body. When the EMT arrived, they rushed him and his Mother to the Hospital in Ozark. While in the Emergency Room, his Mother had to stay out in the waiting room. We did not have cell phones then so she went to the pay phone to call other family members and realized she did not have any change When she turned to go to the desk to ask to use one of the phones at the Hospital. There was an elderly lady that appeared in the waiting room that had not been there just a minute or two before. The lady handed her a bag that had nothing but quarters, dimes, and nickles in it and said: "take this you will need it." His Mother made a call the other Grandparents and us and turned around to give the rest of the change back to the lady, and she was gone. She ask the receptionist who was that lady that was just in here. The receptionist told her there was nobody else in the room and there had been no one in there. She described the appearance of the Lady, but the receptionist said again that there had not been anyone one fitting that description anywhere in the waiting room all morning. Our Grandson was transported by Ambulance to a Dothan Hospital and we were on the way to Ozark to check on him when the Ambulance passed us going in the opposite direction. Several operations later, thank God, our Grandson did recuperate and is alive and relatively healthy today. Damage was severe, and we were concerned that he would never come out of the Emergency Room but as I said thank God he did. After the worst of the ordeal was over my Daughter relayed the story of the Lady with the bag of change that no one else saw. Who was she, I have no way of knowing except, this must have been a Guardian Angel.


Preston T. Duckett October 23, 2015, prestontnt.com


CREATION AND ITS MYSTERIES


Heavenly Father, when we try to understand your nature of the Universe. Our brain power is just not enough to comprehend all the magnificent creations made by you. Not only did you create everything but you designed it to continually operate itself with no degree of mishap other than those set up within that development. Your storms have their reasons even though we do not always understand why except it is part of your balance. Earthquakes, floods, and others that we do not know except you in the making of the Universe set it all into motion, and it operates on your schedule. Neither do we understand your omnipotence nor your omnipresence. We know it is true because your Holy Words teaches it to us. We also know that Jesus came, of his submission to your will: that He was crucified, buried, and arose on the third day to become a propitiation for our sins. We can not understand all the above things until we are in your Devine Presence. Until the time when we are with you will we continue our feeble attempts to Praise and Honor you. “May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be always acceptable in Your sight.” Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, December 29, 2016





THIS WORLD IS MADE UP OF A MESS OF PEOPLE


There are those that can but won't.
There are those that can and will.
There are those that can’t but try.
There are those that think they can’t but do.



Christ invokes us that once we put our hand to the plow, not to turn back. This statement upset me when I was just a youngster and helping plow on Grandpa’s farm. You see I knew when you got to the end of the field you had to turn back and plow in the other direction.
This parable or a metaphor is for teaching and what Christ was saying, in essence, was that once you became a follower of His, not to turn back to your sinful ways and serve the Devil. If Jesus was teaching the same parable today, He might say something like, once you start your drive to follow Him put your hands on the wheel and drive on down the road and do not make a U-turn.
Please do not get me wrong from this, because I do believe the Bible is the inspired word of God and it to be taken literally except for the parables which as the dictionary points out is straightforward stories to illustrate a larger lesson. Jesus said to take up your cross and follow me. Jesus did not mean for us to face crucifixion as he was but that our daily life and the burdens that befall us is our cross and we have to heft it up and carry it. Christ also tells us that his Yoke is not heavy and his burdens are light when you believe on him. Christ did not mean that it is easy to be a follower of Christ and that everything will be smooth sailing. However, what he is saying is that even if the problems in life to get more than we think we can handle. At that time he is always with us and will help us through those troubled times. Christ is still with us to help carry our burdens and troubles. And once we turn them over to him we need to leave them with him and let the Holy Spirit direct us in making the right decisions.
Before we make any decisions as to any of our changes in life, it is a good idea to pray and ask God about it before we do it. Most of us go ahead and jump into a new adventure thinking everything looks significant to us and when the bottom falls out, and the project comes to a complete stop. Then our troubles begin to mount at which time we decide to pray to God to get us out of the situation. If we see the future as does the Holy Trinity we would make better decisions. I have been guilty of this several times and most of my adventures that were successful the praying preceded the experience or project. However, when we are bullheaded and jump into a life-changing situation and troubles befall us, praying is still a good idea. However, it is always best to pray and wait on God before making any change.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, October 25, 2016



Swimming in Talking Rock Creek


It seems to me the water was always cold even in the “Dog Days” of summer, but you could survive it if the outside air were warm enough. It was deep enough in the woods and far enough from the road that we did not bother with bathing suits or swim trunks because it was always just us guys no girls allowed. We had a rope on a limb we would use to swing out to about the middle of the creek turn loose and drop in. The center part was deep enough to accommodate a dive or cannonball or just a foot first drop. Did have to be careful because not far enough out and you could hurt something because it wasn’t very deep around either edge. Big rocks were under the water, and you had to make sure you had cleared them before turning loose of the rope, and the same problem existed if you went too far before you turned loose. We smaller boys usually stayed in the water until our lips turned blue and then we would get to the bank, find a big rock the sun had warmed and soak up the sunshine and dry out and get warm before jumping back into the cold water. Now you ladies are going to have to ask your husbands about the next statement because I can not find words to express it without going across a line drawn in my head and mind that I dare not cross. The bigger boys would strip down but they would not get in the water. At the time I thought they just did not know how to swim, but later I found out the real reasons. We called them “Bank Walkers” the would make fun of us younger boys and strut up and down the bank showing off their suntans, muscles, and physical posture. So we would jump back into the water to get away from their jeers and jabs. I won’t mention the names of the older boys because some of their family might resent my intentions, besides later as we grew up to be the big boys we would repeat the ritual. You think we would have known better, but after all, it had helped us to mature and not take any ribbing too seriously, and I guess we owed it to the younger generation to let them experience things that would help them survive in the big world they were to face in the very near future. I guess you could say we were just being good citizens, doing our civic duty giving back to our community and delighted to be able to accomplish it. Never heard of a Bank Walker drowning but I did hear that some of them did get mugged by a bunch of young kids.


Preston T. Duckett October 16, 2015, prestontnt.com

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JESUS


Dear Lord even after all the years since your birth we still celebrate with all humility. Your strength and power are as high as it has ever been and we witness it every day. We are awed by how great You are yet how gentle you can handle mistakes and still love us and forgive us all our sins. Your compassion and healing touch we receive when attacked by sickness or accidents. When tempted by the enemy, Your gentle strength giving us the ability to overcome those temptations and for your loving forgiveness when we succumb to them. On the day we celebrate Your Birthday, we are grateful and thank you for every fiber of our heart. May we observe Your Birthday with demonstrations of Your Love and Compassion shown to everyone we come in contact with not only today but every day. In the name of Jesus, we ask this and thank You, Lord, and wishing You and everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS.


Preston T. Duckett December 24, 2015 prestontnt.com





WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS 


All the things I do not have and the world does not seem to be able to give. Mostly I want Peace, Love, and goodwill to all men. Things that have been for centuries and we have not been able to produce them, according to what I read we will not be able to either. It tells us that all of this is coming and that it will be worse before Christ returns and a whole lot worse after that time until the Millennium. I am not a Preacher, an Evangelist or a Scholar. I know we have been told most of our life about the end times and what this consists of in torture and punishment. That people will cry for the rocks and the mountains to fall on them. Grandma told me back in the 1930’s, and 1940’s the second coming of Christ. She was right it could have happened at any time, and we thought things were bad back then. You and I know things are a lot worse now. The lawlessness of every sort of drugs, robbery, shootings, rape, and murder, Just about any crime you can imagine is currently taking place. The Bible tells us these things will happen. With Wars and Rumors of Wars, Earthquakes, and other calamities in diverse places all signs of bringing in the second coming of Christ. Things were bad back in my younger life, but I know we did not hear of as much of it then as we do now, but it was just not as bad then either. Every generation has had its gloom and doom, but I just can not see this old world going on as it is now for an extended period. Above all, we can is pray and as the Good Book says Occupy until Jesus comes for his second visit to this Earth. Pray and be ready for when we expect not is when it can and will happen. There is not a great deal we can do in the rest of the World, but we can start in our community to do what we can. I feel this can only be by a renewal of the old-fashioned values like we had at a younger age. Just as “a man's word is his bond.” and “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” (Not a Biblical quote but it is still good advice.) At one time if a man shook hands it was more binding than a written contract is today. Well, I will stop rambling now before I quit preaching and start meddling. May God bless and keep you and Merry Christmas.


Preston T. Duckett December 11, 2015 prestontnt.com




HURTING HEARTS

Mr. & Mrs. Cindy and Danny Hastings, your sister, and sister-in-law have left deep hurt in your heart. Death is normal and natural; However, prayers are going for you and other family members. Your Facebook friends are with you in your sorrow, and we pray, for peace and comfort for all those of you left behind.
Death is one of the more challenging parts of life is what some call the end of life. However, we as Christians feel it is an extension of this life. We left behind miss those that have gone on before us. Jesus, by death on the Cross, paid the penalty for our sins, and with that death, burial, and resurrection he also gave us eternal life in the Heavens. The missing of the departed often overrides the glory of the trip to Heaven. The Glory and Mercy of God will not allow any sorrow that we can not overcome with his help and power. It is easier for us to talk about this when it is not a relative or friend, but Jesus helped me with friends who passed and also family members including a Wife, and a Son, a Brother, a Mother and a Father. It is difficult, but God is gracious to help us through the valleys and sorrows.
It is helpful if we remember only the good times and thoughts of the departed loved ones. When it gets difficult, and you have a burdened heart pray for peace and comfort from the Trion Godhead of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Should you feel the need to talk, most any of your close friends will be proud to speak with you. Including Dennis, yours indeed and any of the others. You and the family are in our constant prayers, and our hearts hurt with yours.
Heavenly Father we ask for peace and comfort for all family members and friends of the deceased. We pray it in the Holy Name of Jesus our Lord and Savior.


Dennis Hines, Preston T. Duckett, and all your other Facebook friends.




HOLD YOUR TONGUE


The tongue is stronger than a two-edged sword, according to the written Word. We deviate to expose some of the other things the language can accomplish. There is an old saying that sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. Bones will heal after a while, but the words spoken in anger are un-recallable. The party injured by words may give you forgiveness, but your words still stay in the heart long after the bones heal. Have any of you been hurt by words never forgotten, and always wave a red flag in your mind. As a young, insecure teen on my first year in a more massive High School in a more populated City than the area where I grew to teenage-hood. I spotted a trio of cute girls in the hallway, and I thought they were looking at me and talking about me. So like a dummy that I was, I asked why are you talking about me? The cutest of the three looked me with a scowl and asked, why in the heck do you think you are important enough for us to talk about you? I forgave them for the smart Alex remarks, but the words were helpful to me after I petted my ego for the comment, however, It has helped me not to think everybody is talking about me behind my back. The put down was one of the smaller of hurtful words that I have suffered in life. However, it sure stopped me from thinking everybody was talking about me behind my back. I should not admit this, but my Ego has reached such heights that I consider it a privilege if people do talk about me, I just figure I need the publicity. The point is that after seventy years, I still remember that put down. Kids of today get many hurtful words, and this is the cause of some suicides among the teenagers of today. Please whatever you do, talk positively to your children and never call them dumb or tell them they are ugly. Words hurt so please encourage your children and help them deal with the stress of cyber bullies. Remember words can help or harm in a young mind.

Preston T. Duckett Sunday, March 12, 2017



FINGERPRINTS OF GOD


God leaves his fingerprints all over the Universe with the planets and stars. Each known to Him and named by Him. Stop and look around in the sky, on and on the earth and water. Take time to slow down and enjoy his benevolence and beauty all around us enjoyed at no extra cost. The mountain ranges, rivers and creeks, the oceans and beaches and they are there at any time just for us taking the time to enjoy them. The work-a-day world with our “nose to the grindstone” may be a necessity but never past the six days, yet do most of us push hard and often. God created the Sun, Moon, and the Earth in six days and on the seventh, he rested as a sign for us to do the same. The Hebrews honored the Sabbath even before Christ came to the Earth and by Christians, Sunday was the seventh day. Until just a few years ago the “Blue Law” kept businesses closed on Sunday, alcohol sales on Sunday were illegal. We now have obliterated all the closings of stores opened the sale of alcohol. Do we not only keep our stores open on Sunday but also have gone from the days of Sundown closing of businesses. Small towns “rolled in the sidewalks” at sundown. Early closings continued for many years after WWII.
The changes were gradual and did not seem to be much of a bother to most people. Stores would stay open until Eight O’clock and then later until nine. Small convenience outlets opened under the name of Seven-Eleven Stores. Other convenience stores soon began and called “Seven-Eleven” regardless of the name on the front of the store. Hours kept creeping up until they were open to midnight and eventually on to all night seven days a week. We now refer to it as twenty-four seven short for twenty-four hours a day seven days per week. These improvements as they are called by some people, not only messed our working hours past the six days and rested on the seventh but also our sleep pattern by having three shifts a night in most stores and businesses. Day sleep is not as powerful as nighttime rest. The only exception to that would be catching a nap when we are supposed to be working. Being the old foggy that I am, Progress just is not worth the extra effort. However, it is too late to change now, so I guess we will just have to “grin and bear it.”


Preston T. Duckett. Psalms 19:14 Wednesday, April 12, 2017


STOP TWEETS AND TEXTS


Mister President, we seem to be bothered by similar problems. Murphy’s law has both of us “up the creek without a paddle.” Your tweets seem to give you publicity but also provides a target for all Democrats and liberals. I will not go into depth about your tweets but I, think everyone understands that a problem does exist in that realm.
I have recently started to text and have made a few mistakes with it but last night was one for the books, according to Murphy, “whatever can go wrong will go wrong” or “whatever may be misunderstood will be misunderstood.” Last evening after going to bed I got a text from an extraordinary person, and in an attempt to rush an answer back to her, I did not bother getting out of bed, turning the light on or getting my glasses. In doing so I sent a text, “Okay thank you, am praying for you love, love you, Darling.” Nothing wrong with that text as I am widowed by six years and her by many more. But here is where Murphy’s law comes in, instead of the text being sent to her I pressed the wrong number and the text went to my Pastor. The phone rang immediately, and He asked me to explain that message to him. Since that was the only text I had sent recently, I explained to him that it was a mistake and that message was to a dear, dear lady friend. I replied, “well I sure am glad that it was not sent to me intentionally," he said. The phone rang again, and I told my Pastor the lady was calling me now, and he said he would let me go and answer it. An explanation to her from me brought forth laughter and a response of “oh no you didn’t.” However, oh yes I did, and I am sure this is not the end of the explanations that will have to be given tomorrow as the Preacher, and I have an appointment for lunch. And when I think of that I feel sickness approaching because the teasing will be unbearable.
I know God must have a fantastic sense of humor to let that happen. I do not blame anyone for the mistake except my carelessness and not getting up and turning on my reading light or putting on my glasses. Every time I awoke during the night, there was nothing to be done except to laugh at my own foolish mistakes. As I have always heard, “if the shoe fits wear it.” Facebook may also come under scrutiny, who knows just how far the long arm of Murphy’s law may be able to reach.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, November 28, 2017, PrestonTNT.com




THEY GOT MY GOAT


I think I had told you about the goatherd and how three of them escaped when the others were rounded up for sale. Two of them died, and one survived and disappeared and is believed to have joined a deer herd in the backwoods. She reappeared about two months ago, and I have been feeding her around ten o’clock in the morning, and when sleeping late yesterday I heard the doorbell ringing which started Barron barking and when I opened the door, there stood Francine, the goat with one paw in the air and looking at her watch. She seemed to be upset because I was about fifteen minutes late getting her food ready. You have seen that pitiful look on your dogs face when they are hungry watching you eating in front of them, or they are upset with you. That same look appears in the eyes of other animals as well. It is the aren’t you ashamed of yourself for not getting the food here sooner. Two viral bobtail cats have started showing up every morning at the same time so now have to prepare breakfast for Tick and Tock they show up just as regular as clockwork but you have to be of the old school to even know about the tick-tock sound of the early grandfather clock.
Awoke early this morning and sleep eluded me. I gave up trying at four-thirty and got up. I was about four hours ahead of schedule with everything because eight-o’clock is my usual time to arise and greet the day. However, today at eight I carried the food over early and Tick, and Tock was there hiding in the grass, waiting for the food delivery. I am not sure but I think Tick was drooling and Tock had a napkin around his neck. Francine was not there yet, but she saw me coming and came from the barn at a trot.
I have to keep a line on Barron for he likes to chase the cats and even tries to get Francine to run from him. However, she lowers her head and meets him head-on with her horns. That doesn’t slow him down a great deal he was at the door night before the last yelping for me to open the door and let him out. I yanked it open, and like a streak, he was chasing him a big Buck deer across my yard and thru the neighbor's yard and into the woods. I yelled at him and got him stopped before he entered the wooded area. Barron eased away from me one morning, and I looked everywhere for him and eventually saw him coming out of the woods, and it looked as if there were two of him until I got a closer look and he was escorting a female Red Fox across the highway.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, November 7, 2017









IT'S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE


Saying goodbye is often hurtful to the person doing it and to those the goodbyes to whom intended. Several times, in my life, it has come to the goodbye time, and each time it was very unpleasant. My first time of feeling the pain was when the draft board sent me greetings. The second time was when Uncle Sam sent me to Anchorage Alaska to guard the snow and ice. There was the time when the daughter walked down the aisle, and I lost my little girl. One of my most difficult Regrets had to say goodbye to my wife after fifty-eight years of marriage and my son two years later. All those were very painful but unavoidable. There was a time back in seventy-two when goodbyes were for the Preston T. Show and you beautiful fans of that time in life. I think you get the reason for this bit of information because most of you have faced something similar in your lifetime. When retirement comes, and we have mixed, emotions about leaving a life’s work, or a business you have spent a lifetime building. Divorce is one of the most destructive types of separation and causes all sorts of broken hearts. The children are usually most upset with this kind of forceful breaking apart. Times of any goodbyes often remedied with one-step or one day at a time. The distance of time soothes some of the disappointment but never thoroughly covers the hurt. Jehovah God blesses us even in these times of despair if we ask him in prayer. In the case of work, opportunity when one door closes another one opens or is allowed to open. Place your trust in the Trion Godhead, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. With Jesus as your intercessor, your prayers are operating in the correct corridor. The above may sound too simple to be acceptable. However, it is a very active lifestyle and always in your best interest even when you are not able to reconcile with it at the time. When it is time for our very last goodbyes on this earth, we can know the reasons when we meet again on the other side of Jordan.


Preston T. Duckett Psalms 19:14 Thursday, April 6, 2017




INTRODUCTION TO ENTERTAINMENT


Discovered the wonderful world of entertainment at the ripe old age of ten as my aunt Dorothy, who was slightly older than me, bought a train ticket for us and we rode the five miles from Talking Rock to Jasper Georgia. She paid my way into the theater for a Saturday western with Gene Autry, a cartoon that I do not remember the name of and a cliffhanger “Sheena of the Jungle.” the coming attractions were spectacular, and I wanted to see every one of them. Money was in short supply and until this day I do not know how she managed it. At the movie, we had popcorn a candy bar (Babe Ruth) and a coke. We left the theater and had one hour before the train would come to make the trip back to Talking Rock. Also, this brought about one of the biggest surprises of my life as we entered a regular Café, which was something that this old country boy had never done before. I had no idea what to order so Dot ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, and it is a favorite of mine until this day. My younger Sister and I went to Atlanta before Dorothy passed away and we laughed and talked about that time she said if I remember right the train trip was ten cents, movie, popcorn, candy and drink were twenty-cents, and the grilled cheese sandwich was ten-cents. For a total of forty cents I was introduced to the world of entertainment eating out and public transportation. At this time in my life, I had come uptown, and I liked it, so that removed the boy from the country but there is still a lot of country-blood running in the boy's veins.
The next big jump in entertainment came in Dalton Georgia where Mom and Dad had moved us too. While they were at work, it was my job to do the ironing and watch after my younger brother who would fight me at minutes notice if I ever told him they had me babysitting him, so I never accused him of anything I thought might rile him to fisticuffs. He loved to fight, and I always tried to talk myself out of trouble instead of facing it head-on. Anyway, I learned that the ironing job was a lot easier and I listened to Radio the Lone Ranger, Tennessee Judd and several others. Late afternoon brought on the soap operas, yes we had them on Radio long before we knew about Television. I would watch the wheat swaying as the Lone Ranger and his faithful companion Tonto rode on the scene. I often wondered just what Kimo-sobby meant. I learned to sprinkle clothes the proper amount to press them with the least amount of work with the iron. Never did learn to like that job but I did fall in love with Radio, which later in life made a living for twenty-two years as a disc jockey, news, and commercial announcer, and manager working in a job I loved.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, November 6, 2017


THANKSGIVING TIME AGAIN


At this time of year, things seem to pick up and speed ahead even faster than usual. From now until Christmas it is all downhill. So many things to think about and so many things to do that it is easy to get in a rut and as I have said before the only difference between a rut and a grave is the length.
Thanksgiving day more people do stop to thank God for his bountiful blessings. We should be thanking God every day and not only once a year. Think of the little benefits in your life and find they add to be bigger than the abundant blessings. We sometimes take for granted such things as the beauty of Gods magnificent creations, the changing of seasons, rain, sunshine and sometimes snow. Daily blessings of food, a job enough money to meet our needs. It is easy to think of these things as being due us. However, they are blessings. Other items under the blessing category are health, healings, and breathing, heart beating, strength to walk and do our chores. These blessings sometimes get into short supply when invaded with sickness or increased age and even then the benefits outweigh the ailments. Even with the problems aforementioned, our God is capable of handling the biggest ones of all. Thankfulness should come as a natural process of our thinking. With God first, we can even be thankful for the pitfalls of life because we know God is in charge and control.
Be thankful to God for all things at all times. The blessings will pour down on you when least expected and from the most unexpected directions and or people. Take time each day, even several times a day to Thank God for being with us and for us. We can never thank God too much; that is just impossible.
Make every day THANKSGIVING DAY. And from all of us to all of you HAPPY THANKSGIVING.


Preston T. Duckett Wednesday, November 22, 2017



  NEW YEAR 2018


There were only about three or four years that I celebrated the incoming new year with the usual drinking, singing, and toasting at a nightclub. As best as can remember, the hangover was not worth the celebrations.
The best ones I remember are watching the ball drop in Times Square, on Television with Dick Clark as emcee. These times were without the drinking other than coffee and hot cocoa. Surrounded by family and looking forward to the midnight kiss with my wife for bringing in a new year. Most of the New Years Eve that I did attempt to stay awake until midnight caused the hardship of getting up early next morning to open the Radio Station at four o’clock. For that reason, I usually went to bed first and waited until the morning to wish everyone a Happy and Healthy New Year.
I was awakened at midnight by my dog’s barking at all the fireworks that were exploding. The thanks for a Happy New Year went up to the Holy Trinity with a snide remark to Barron to hush barking and go to sleep, which we both did immediately.
Heavenly Father we honor you and offer praises to You and Lord thank You for allowing the extra years in my life that was not expected by me. Please take whatever time is left on this Earth to enable me to Honor and Serve You. Dear Lord, You know this world is in an upside-down condition, and only You have the power to correct it. We ask that You be with our leaders and let Your Spirit convict and direct them to do those things that will improve our Country and be of Honor to You. Lord thank You for the protection you have given to us and healings you have produced. And thank You for answering our prayers for those that suffer illness and those in particular that are affected by Cancer, please heal those or put in remission for ultimate healing. Be with the researchers to find a better way of treating all diseases. We humbly ask this in the fantastic name of Jesus Christ, Savior and Lord. Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, January 1, 2017




SOMETIMES TIME IS CONFUSING


Awoke at three o’clock AM and had a serious talk with myself about all the world problems. When I checked the clock on the digital radio clock again it read 3:33 and this got me to thinking how many times a day does it happen that the numbers on the clock will all be the same. The way I calculated it starting with 1:l l and thru 5:55 then again with 11:11 making a total of six times every twelve hours or twelve times every twenty-four hours. This deep thinking lead me to another hypothetical what would it do to this theory if we went on Greenwich Mean Time? Well, in that case, we would lose five times every twenty-four hours because the only one available with the added numbers would be 22:22.
I first confronted with the twenty-four-hour clock and thought of it as Army time because that was the branch of service for which they drafted me. It came to my attention that the Navy, Air Force, Marines and Coast Guard all used it, so refer to it as military time. Further delving into the issue before Google was the way to appear smart. It came to my attention that it was called Greenwich Mean Time and for the longest time I thought some mean green witch had come up with the idea. It was hard for me to get used to militarily reporting time. Therefore it seemed to be a mean thing to have to learn the Roman Numerals past twelve. My watch was geared to the twelve-hour segments of time and had Roman numerals on its face therefore when I submitted a report at say four o’clock AM I would report it as IV, and the military wanted it reported as zero four zero, zero hours. I stayed confused for the zero-twenty-one months that Uncle Sam kept me in a Military Police Uniform.
When completely confused on the subject of military time and mean green witches my mind drifted to my dog chasing his tail. I wondered why he could not catch it and on the other hand what would happen if caught. Would he then bite himself because his tail had received a bite. I tried to Google a reference but could not get a correct answer. The report came back stamped STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. I would have felt better if it had come back to me a SECRET, SECRET, SECRET.


Preston T. Duckett Friday, December 29, 2017



ALPHA AND OMEGA


Heavenly Father, we come to you with thanks and gratitude for twenty-seventeen and pray for your continued blessings in the year to come. We have no way of knowing what is in store for us as we can only have faith and trust in your grace and patience with us. Please forgive us as we forgive others and may any malice that may be in our heart be wiped clean by the sacrifice made by Jesus on the Cross. Give us the wisdom to understand what we read in your Holy Word and the courage to tell others that may not know of your love and greatness. Lord, we know you are all powerful and omnipresent. We ask you to hold on to us as we stumble and not let us fall into a temptation too high for us to bear alone. Let your Holy Spirit guide our thoughts and actions for the future lifetime, however long or short that may be. Please keep us on a steady course of helping others and magnifying your love and glory. Please show us the areas you want us to serve and give us the talent to perform whatever task you wish for us to do. Please make twenty-eighteen the most significant year of service ever to you and our fellowman.
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart always be acceptable in your sight. Psalm 19:14.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, December 30, 2017









WE CELEBRATE JESUS BIRTH


As we celebrate the birth of Jesus do we put the proper meaning into it or do we think only of the gifts we can get? The Good-Book tells us it is better to give than to receive; However as we, age into the second childhood it begins to make a lot more sense. Giving an appreciated gift leaves one with a warm fuzzy feeling for a lot longer than a gift received. If someone you know needs help and a hand-up and not a hand-out then follow the example of a friend of mine in North Carolina, give from your heart. I will not mention his name because most of you know him and he refers to me as the “old rooster,” and most of us refer to him as The Godfather. His heart is as big as Dixie, and he has mastered the act of giving is better than receiving. Before becoming disable to hold a fulltime job he gave through the companies he was employed by and had a much more significant budget to work with but his passion for providing has carried over into his disabled time, and he still cheers a lot of people with his limited budget gifts. He knows how to bargain and persuade discounts from merchants. Older folks have a hold on his heart as witnessed by many in retirement homes and if he had the proper financial backing would cover all those confined to retirement or nursing homes.
I wish to thank him for all the help he has provided for me, one of the old folks, and would like to thank his Mother for the delicious persimmon pudding.
Here is a Preston T. Tip of the hat to my good friend Dennis Hines and Dennis may you and yours have a wonderful Christmas and a very Happy New Year.


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, December 17, 2017






FANTASY LOVE


This love started with an accidental phone call. A friend was talking with you, and as a joke, he called me and made it a three-way call. We only said a few words and carefully spoke with discretion even as sparks began to fly. Unsure if we were correct or not, I called you, and at once we both admitted there was an attraction. After a month and half of nightly lengthily phone conversations, we both agreed that it was love. I would never believe it could happen if I had not experienced it myself. The talks were always upbeat and with an admission of letting the Holy Spirit lead us and agreed not to do anything with haste until we had received acceptance from the Heavenly Host.
The attraction on both sides was immediate and never any hesitation on the fact of love. My drawback was merely a matter of age; I am fourteen-years her senior. Went thru this issue over and over with her declaration that was no problem. It still seemed unfair to her because I was then eighty-four and she only seventy-one. The chances of my death from the human standpoint were much stronger than hers.
We both decided to make no moves toward marriage until we had a chance to date for a year and then if it still looked as if the Lord agreed we would consider that possibility. With all things considered I plan to stay here with my trusty sidekick Royal Barron, Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire. I have finished some of his adventures as well as a friend Jerry Walker has expressed on Facebook “If you want to know anything about Preston T. just read his post because his entire life he expresses in these facebook pages.” He is right most of it is out there warts and all. To get any more in-depth information about me, you would have to skin me I reckon. However, what you read is what you get, and the only thing I cannot reveal is how many of you beautiful women with whom I am in love.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, December 21, 2017




Moving to a new School in Dalton


After my bout with pre-primer in that one room School on Jones Mountain we moved to Dalton. Georgia, at that time known as the Bed Spread Center of the world. Many years later there were the Carpet Mills and it later and is now known as the Carpet center of the world. Dad had rented a place out in the country about 5 miles or so from Dalton. So I had to be enrolled in a county School. When my parents carried me to get enrolled in the first grade. They wanted to know if I had ever been to School and they were told about the one room School in Pickens County. I don’t know if there were any written records of that transaction or not but the Principal told my parents that I would not need to go to the first grade because I had successfully completed the first year. I started the Second Grade and to this day I’m not sure that was a good Idea because all thru School all the girls in my classes were older than me and most of them were bigger. Do not remember a great deal about the Second grade except the country and the different food and different stores in a Town much bigger than I had been in before. Dad was making $12.50 a week and to us at that time that was a small fortune. Dad would by bologna by the big roll and slice it ourselves never had that much store bought food in our lives. Dad got friendly with some of the wholesale grocery companies and would buy bananas by the stalk, candy by the box and the same with chewing gum. “Dad bought in bulk before buying in bulk was cool.” (I don’t think Sam Walden ever met my Dad.) It was a good year for this old boy, I’m telling you. We had a lake in the front of the house and the swimming wasn’t bad and the fishing was pretty good and Dad would catch frogs and turtles and he made turtle soup and I don’t know how much of the frog he ate but I stayed with the bananas and bologna, and of course the candy and gum. There was a Krystal Burger downtown and to the best of my memory they were a nickel each. I do know they were good. When I had finished the Second grade in Dalton. It fell my lot to help Grandpa thru the Summer and then for some reason I stayed on for the next School year in Talking Rock. This was the third grade and my teacher was Miss. Brown and at that time, she had to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. This was my first crush on a Teacher, (but not my last). I was used to seeing all the female people I knew working in the fields and dressing for that type of occasion. Mrs. Brown wore skirts and jackets that matched. Beautiful scarves, and blouses and high heel shoes. This was something new for me, but I always did adapt and learn fairly fast for a country boy (that had been dropped on his head as a child.) In my mind's eye, I can still see that classroom and remember the sights and smells of the cloakroom. I did notice also that the girls were beginning to look a little better, and I guess for that reason, from this time forward things started looking up.


Preston T. Duckett December 30, 2017 prestontnt.net



SCHOOLING AFTER THE ONE ROOM SCHOOL ON JONES MOUNTAIN


After my bout with pre-primer in that one room School on Jones Mountain we moved to Dalton. Georgia, Dad had rented a place out in the country about 5 miles or so from Dalton. So I was enrolled in a county School. When my parents carried me to get enrolled in the first grade. They were told about the one room School in Pickens County. I don’t know if there were any written records of that transaction or not but the Principal told my parents that I would not need to go to the first grade because I had successfully completed the first year. So I started the Second Grade and to this day I’m not sure that was a good Idea because all through School all the girls in my classes were older than me and most of them were bigger. When I had finished the Second grade in Dalton. It fell my lot to help Grandpa thru the summer and then for some reason I stayed on for the next School year in Talking Rock. This was the third grade and my teacher was Miss. Brown and at that time, she had to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. This was my first crush on a Teacher, (but not my last). I was used to seeing all the female people I knew working in the fields and dressing for that type of occasion. Miss Brown wore skirts and jackets that matched. Beautiful scarves, and blouses and high heel shoes. This was something new for me, but I always did adapt and learn fairly fast for a country boy (that had been dropped on his head as a child.) In my mind's eye, I can still see that classroom and remember the sights and smells of the cloakroom. I did notice also that the girls were beginning to look a little better, and I guess for that reason, from this time forward things started looking up.The rest of my grammar School education was at Talking Rock School and I got a lot of experience picking up limbs for the big potbelly heater along with reading, writing, and arithmetic. We called it the three R’s. The stage in the auditorium was used for several events that were outside of the learning from books. I seem to remember a gospel singing group that appeared. I am not at all sure but I want to think it was the Chuck Wagon Gang. Remember this was in the late 1930’s, and one night there was a country group but I can not remember who that was. I remember the Darnell Family Singers, from Talking Rock, but I think we saw them only in the Churches of the area. We even did a Christmas Show one year and I think it was the Fifth or Sixth grade. It started my desire to be in the public eye which led me during High School to be in a production of “The Importance of Being Earnest” and a College Playmakers production of “Three Little Indians” and later a job in Radio and TV. We did not have enough students to cover all the characters needed to do the show correctly. So I was one of the Two Kings from the Orient because we could not find a third King.
When I entered the 7th grade my Brother started his first year in School.
We were staying with Grandma and Grandpa to help out on the farm so he entered his first year of school in Talking Rock. As reported to you before it was a small School sitting on the side of a hill that had been bulldozed out flat for a playground area and then up about twenty feet another area was flattened to place the Schoolhouse. It was a wood building with a small auditorium with a huge “pot belly” wood heater in the center of the room and this was the only heat for the building so all the doors to each classroom opened into the auditorium. The bigger boys had to go into the surrounding woods and pick up sticks and dead limbs to keep the fire going during the wintertime. My Teacher was also the principal and his name was Sherman Duckett a relative to Dad,   Now back to my Brother he was feisty as I told you in the last bit about him. He thought he was bulletproof and would fight anyone at any time no matter the size. Well, he had a fight every day of his first year in school and the teacher would send him to the principal and he would have to spank him and he did it in the seventh-grade classroom. Instead of being embarrassed Joe considered it a badge of courage to get his butt beaten by the Principal. One day Mr. Duckett said, Joe, what am I going to do with you? Are we going to have a hair-pulling fight to settle this? Joe looked at him and said No Sir that wouldn’t be fair cause you don’t have any. Trying to keep a straight face and not laugh Mr. Duckett whipped his butt again as he had to do every day his first year in school. I am sure Mr. Duckett was glad when Joe went to Dalton, GA for the 2nd grade. My High School for the next three years was at Dalton High as well.

Preston T. Duckett November 28, 2015 prestontnt.com





FARMBOY EARLY 1930'S AND THE 1940'S


Cane Syrup Making Grandpa Cain Style


As a youngster, I used to help (mostly watched) Grandpa make Syrup. Now, this is not the sugar cane syrup that most of you in Alabama, Florida and other states where sugar cane grows. Some of you folks further North, especially in North Georgia, will know it at sorghum cane syrup. They look similar but is only about one-quarter to one-half as big around. Instead of peeling it down to chew the cane as in sugar cane, to get the juice out of the rod you would put the stalk in your mouth, twist it and suck on it at the same time to get the juice. You had to be careful, or when you spun it, your tongue would get in the way and get cut by the sharp edges of the cane stalk. There was a lot of bleeding tongues in that part of the country during the cane season.
Now back to the subject with which we started. Grandpa had the reputation of being one of the best syrup makers in that part of the country. People came from all around to bring their cane, or the ones that were not farmers would come to buy syrup from him. We put most of it up either in gallon buckets or gallon jugs, never any little bottles or jars. When we sopped syrup in that part of the country, we would not stop with a small amount of the butter. We mixed up a batch because it along with the eggs and ham would have to keep us supplied for hard work until lunchtime.
We would start early grinding the cane by hitching a mule to the cane mill and as she walked around and around it would turn the rollers that mashed the juice out of the cane. Transferring this cane juice into a large copper bottom cooker that was about 3 or 4 feet wide and 6 or 8 feet long and around 10 to 12 inches deep, as the juice went from one compartment into another it would slowly cook and become sorghum. There was always a fire going on under the copper bottom cooker. We would all think it was time to drain the syrup, but Grandpa would say not yet, and when it reached the color and thickness he desired then he would let it be drained off.
There was always a white foam substance that had to be skimmed off the top of the cooking cane juice and discarded which we threw on top of the cane stalks that had been through the mill rollers.
Grandpa’s cane mill was next to the cow pasture and thru the years erosion caused by a Branch that ran through the field. The source of the Branch was an underground Spring on the hillside above. As it ran down past the cane mill, this constant flow of water plus the flooding from heavy rains over many years had washed a deep gulley the entire length of the pasture.
This eroded area is where we would carry the processed cane stalks with all the juice mashed out of them. On top of the discarded stems, we would throw the cane skimming that came off the cooking syrup that I mentioned earlier.
Over a period this began to ferment and smelled of the same. The cows were eating the skimming and cane stalks, and we noticed the animals walking peculiarly and staggering. The cows were drunk from eating the fermented cane stalks and skimming. We eventually got them led into the barn and their stalls. Have you ever tried to milk a drunken cow? I could not tell if she wanted to slap me off the stool with her tail, (that was full of burrows which hurt when it hit you in the face,) or lick me to death as she would turn around try to slap my face with that long sandpaper tongue.
My aunt had trained one of the cats to sit in the doorway, and my aunt would squeeze a teat and squirt milk toward her, and she would open her mouth and gobble it down. Today the cat sat there for about five minutes drinking this fermented dairy from this drunken cow then fell off the door jamb and lay there drunk and asleep until the next morning.
We milked about two gallons of milk that evening. This amount would last a couple of days before Grandma put it in a churn to make butter and buttermilk. We all raided the kitchen more often than usual until the milk was gone. However, we all felt good for a couple of days.
After moving to South Alabama, we would go back each year and get a gallon or two of Grandpa’s Sorghum Syrup, and I have never found any other syrup that had that taste and thickness since Grandpa went to his reward, to that large cane mill in the sky.

Preston T. Duckett August 28, 2015 prestontnt.com






The Power of “X”

Back in the hills of North Georgia, (about 45 miles from Talking Rock, where I was born,) there was a small mountain community. I will not call it name, were a lot of people in the late 1930’s that had no way of going to School so most of the people in that area not only couldn’t read and neither could they write. Most of them signed with an X. and when something had to be witnessed it was also with another X or two. It became very important to be able to distinguish between say John’s X and Jim’s X.
There was one man in town that was used as an X writing expert by Judges and Sherriff’s as well as any person that had a debate about whose X was legitimate or not. His credentials were that he was more Xs than anyone else in the community. He was an ex-farmer, ex-family man, an ex-student at Georgia Tech., a three-time ex-husband, an ex-Senator, and ex-serviceman so this made him an X writing expert.
This “X” problem drifted into the farmers of the area because a lot of cattle had been stolen. One farmer had relatives that lived in Texas so when he saw them branding their cattle it gave him the idea of branding his with an X. This worked fine until the other farmers in the area started branding their cattle with an, you guessed it, with an X, when he accused a neighbor of stealing a cow from him. The neighbor claimed it was his cow because it had his X on it. Naturally, this had to be taken to court and the Judge called in the X writing expert. Now the man who claimed it was his cow and his X said he could prove it was his because he always stood at the back of the cow while branding and most everyone else branded theirs by standing at the animal's feet. Therefore his brand was on his cow upside down when the cow stood up. The X writing expert agreed with him and told the Judge. Yes-sir-ree your honor that is an upside down X if I ever saw one. The Judge did his duty and ruled for the plaintiff and the community went about its business divided by the decision as is the case of most either legal or illegal decisions. My uncle Earnest always said there are three sides to every story, my side, your side and the right side. Uncle Earnest was a thinker in the community so no one ever questioned his X’s and his wife made the best “cat head” biscuits I ever tasted. This has nothing to do with the story but it is what I remember of that time. All of the facts in this story are not Xactly correct. You didn’t really Xpect them to be, did you? Sometimes life gets double X complicated, does it not?

Now it was in this community that I got my first Kiss.

I was somewhat of a fast learner when I was young. I can not remember how that first kiss tasted, however, I seem to sense peppermint. The girl had short curly hair, dark eyes, and a dark complexion, a big smile and glistening white teeth. She was a real beauty. Her name comes easily to my lips, Monica Westwood, and it was my first time falling in love. This started a trend with me, number one it was easy for me to fall in love, as I have many times in my young life. If they looked my way and gave any indication of a smile I was a goner sure as shooting. But we are getting ahead of the story let us get back to Monica. She was different because she was my first love. We were “playing house,” under a weeping willow tree with the limbs hanging down to the ground. You had to take your hands and separate the limbs to get under the tree. While you were under there you could not see out, but the best part was no one could see in either.
We were sitting on the ground with our back against the tree when Monica turned to me with her hand on my shoulder and looking me in the eyes with our faces close together. Her arms went around my neck and my arms slipped around her waist (well I had to do something with them.) and it came so naturally. Then the kiss, which was followed by a loud buzzing noise, lightning flashing thru my brain followed by stars and the best hopped up feeling I had ever known in my young life. Since that time I have had a good number of kisses, but never too many, and I have loved them all. I would still be doing it but there is something about being Eighty-four years old that makes it kind of hard to find that right partner but I am open to suggestions. Now as I told you I was a fast learner as a youngster. Well, this all happened when Monica was six years of age and I was seven. Now as I told you I am now eighty-four and still trying to fall in Love at least a dozen more times before this life ends and the wings get in the way of hugging.


Preston T. Duckett June 30, 2015, www.prestontnt.com



Frog Kissing by a distant cousin living in this same community.


Had a distant cousin, when she read a story about a frog that turned into a prince when kissed by a pretty girl? It inspired her so much that she started hunting frogs and kissing them. She did this until the time came that she began to enjoy the frog kissing. The only thing we could see she was getting out of this was warts. Grandma always said, “Every person to their own opinion said the old lady as she kissed the cow.” I’m sure that had a deeper meaning but for the life of me, I never could figure what. This cousin got so carried away with the frog kissing situation that she moved to Texas because she heard they had bigger frogs than anyplace around, besides she had kissed everything that would let her in Georgia. Texas didn’t last too long until she started throughout the mid-west frog kissing. She heard of a club for frog kissers in California. Naturally, she migrated into the LA area and saw Kermit the Frog on television for the first time and after a series of letters to him, with no response, she decided that Miss Piggy was the reason Kermit was not answering her mail. So she sent Miss Piggy a challenge to a Duel. Miss Piggy didn’t answer either so she got a Billboard company to print 25 advertisements and post them throughout the Los Angles community. To be sure she didn’t miss any chances she also hired an advertising agency to handle Radio and TV. To no avail she spent most of her money and in the end it worked out very well for her because she went to a dermatologist to remove her warts and as fate would have it he was intrigued by her story and since he kissed like a frog they fell in love and spent the rest of their lives removing warts and kissing. The truth of the matter is that I have no Idea of how this came about but I am sure that she must have been related to me in a closer fashion than a distant cousin because this story makes absolutely good sense to me.


Preston T. Duckett September 6, 2015 prestontnt.com


FORTY-FIVE YEARS AGO



We bought some property forty-five years ago. Attempted farming on the place we called a farmette. The total acreage was only fifteen; therefore, we would work on the bottom four, where the prominent farmer would work on his back forty or upper forty and so forth. I think you get the idea. Did not have any types of equipment to start with all we had were the house and a barn. A neighbor got divorced, and I was able to purchase an eight N Ford tractor from his wife and accumulated some two-row equipment, a turning plow, disks, and a bush hog. My big crop was corn because that was all I had any idea of how to raise. The land is hard red clay, and if the weather did not cooperate and give you some moisture, it was hard to grow anything even corn. I started out with a couple of pigs and they got all the corn that was left by the deer population. A couple of the deer had a complaint about the variety of maize and the size of my fields. They were waiting for me one evening when I returned from the Grocery store. Two of them were in my carport ringing the doorbell. Evidentially they didn’t recognize my car because they ran away before I could find out what was the problem.
One of the hogs was ready for slaughter, and I did not want to do it the same way they did back in Talking Rock Georgia when I was just a boy. So with a neighbors borrowed trailer, loaded him up and went to Abbeville to a meat processing company. A young boy showed me where to back the trailer, and he jumped into where the hog was and started to punch him with a cattle probe. The pig had never had, and electrical probe used on him and was running in circles trying to get out of its reach. I yelled at the young man and informed him, with a few soft words to get his butt out and quit scaring my hog. He was a little upset and reminded me that they were killing him anyway. After that, with a few more soft-spoken phrases and gentle persuasion informed the young person something to the effect if he stuck that probe to the hog again he would be wearing it home and gently explained to him just because the swine was scheduled to die it did not give him a license to torture the animal. In the event, any of you ever catch yourself in a similar situation, do not, and I say again do not ever let your kids name any animal or make a pet out of them that you are planning to have butchered. Even though that was some of the best ham, pork chops, and bacon that I had ever encountered it was a little hard to enjoy it to the fullest while being reminded that you are eating poor old porky. That was the last hog raised at the Duckett plantation, did try a beef calf a little later; however, that is another story for another time.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, August 28, 2017


HOLY HEAVENLY FATHER


Heavenly Father, Praise Your Holy name and please keep us faithful to Psalm 14;19. May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be always acceptable in Your sight. And thank You Lord for Protection is the current weather situation. The balance of Your rain and sunshine always seems to work out just right, and right on time. Never too early or too late for Your plans and balances. Thank You, for answering the Prayers of Facebook friends for other Facebo0k friends. Father thank You for also for leading and directing our nation's government. May Your Spirit give wisdom and direction to all branches of leadership. Open their hearts to accept your love and guidance and let it pass from our leaders at the top, President and Vice President and all of those that fall under them. From our National Leaders, down to our State leaders, County, and Local leaders. Please let your Holy Word be the guide which leads our Country. We ask this in the Holy Name of Jesus. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, March 19, 2018











THOUGHTS OF AN IDEAL WOMAN


Looking for a mature lady, preferably an unmarried woman retired School Teacher. A degree in English and Literature would be helpful. This lady does not need to have lived a life of massive finances. “Poor as dirt” would put us in the same category so folks could not say we married for money. She would not need to be extremely friendly except to my dog, in the age range of between seventy and a hundred, preferably still alive. She would need to understand that not a lot of work expected of her only the things I am not able to do. She would also need to know that I can do nothing. It would be helpful if she were able to drive a stick shift. My car has an automatic transmission, however; if she learned to drive using a stick shift, her coordination is a lot better than if she had never driven one. It would be helpful if she has always entertained herself. Maybe an avid reader and have a huge desire to help me with my writing, thus the English and Literature Major. I hope that she is starved for attention and would not mind sitting in twin rocking chairs and holding hands, or a stroll in the moonlight with arms around each other and steal a kiss or two under a full moon. Elaborate and heavy petting would be out of the picture, and besides, we would both be too old for that type of nonsense anyway. The reason for being self-entertaining is for those moments when I have my head stuck in the computer and trying to remember the direction the current story is going. It is very upsetting to be disturbed when I am working, and besides, you need to work quietly around me because when in deep concentration it upsets me when awakened. Another reason for having to love dogs, Barron enjoys waiting for me to drift off while sitting at the computer. Then decides at that particular moment it is time to bark to go outside. She could be very helpful in taking him for his walks while I dream up another story. Therefore, you ladies that might fit the high static’s have and enjoy some warm after supper coffee and snuggling. I do not care to watch television because of all the violence and "bed jumping" of the participants. I lived during the heyday of the Great Depression, and for that reason, it was hard work and entertainment was the Word of God, Summer Revivals at the local Churches. Some Preachers would build brush arbors and hold their Revivals under them as they could not afford a tent. The lady that I prefer would need to have lived the same way and therefore would need a minuscule budget for entertaining. I do have a popcorn popper.


Preston T. Duckett Psalm 19:14 May 29, 2017


PRAYER OF NEEDS AND THANKSGIVING


Merciful Heavenly Father, Thank you for the multiple blessings You have bestowed on us year after year. Thank you for the warmth coming back and warming up these old bones. And thank you for the fact that no matter how bad things look or seem to us, You are still in Control. Father, please let your Spirit give us the wisdom to turn all our problems over to Jesus, and learn to leave them there. Much too often we give them to Him and when it appears that a solution is not coming on our timeline we get to thinking we can do it and take the problems back and then we are back in the same old rut. As we read in Your Word, let us be guided by the Holy Spirit, for wisdom and understanding. Your Word remains true and correct through all ages. It is the same now as it was when Jesus left this Earth to return to sit on your right hand in Heaven.
Thank you, Lord, for your healing of those that need healing on Facebook and for giving your peace and understanding to those that have lost loved ones. A lot of the requests for prayer are for the dreaded Cancer word. In these situations, we ask for more Grace for the easement of pain and of the fear of this horrible disease. We present this to you in the wonderful name of Jesus our savior and redeemer. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, February 15, 2018









THANKS, AND APPRECIATION OF THE EASTER SEASON.


Heavenly Father, we thank you for the blessings you have given to us. So many of them you awarded without the asking. Times when your protective, hand covered us when we thought we were alone. The misses and near misses of all kinds of accidents. The times of the miracle healings and times, you guided the hands of the surgeons for needed operations. Thank you for those times you led us to the right Doctor’s that knew what was wrong before it went too far. For the times we went against Your Will, and your Grace still prevailed and protected us. Thank you for the times you let things happen that kept us from the wrong location and defended us by Your wisdom and knowledge keeping us from harm. Thank you for the times you have had to get our attention with things we did not see and appreciate at the time. Lord, thank You for the leading and guidance of Your Holy Spirit directing us thru the hills and valleys of life. Open our hearts to receive Your Love share it with others and return it to you. Most of all we thank you for sending Your Son to be our pathway to salvation. These thanks and requests made in the name of Jesus Christ at this time of celebration of His Death and Resurrection. Amen.


Preston T. Duckett March 21, 2018, PrestonTNT.com










HEAVENLY FATHER HOLD US STEADY


Holy Father may we Praise Your Magnificent and Holy Name. We hold in awe the miracles you have recently performed in our friends and our own life. The honor and praise we offer You will never be enough to repay You for your Sacrifice of Your Son giving His life for us because of our sin conditions. Thank You that he died, was buried and mostly we are grateful to You that He rose the third day as the propitiation for our sins so that all who believe and trust in His name will have our names written in the Lambs Book of Life assuring us of our place in Heaven.
Thank You, Lord, for the opportunity to come before Your Throne and have Jesus as our intercessor for the Prayers we send to You. Thank You for answering Prayers for our Nation and Leaders seeking peace in a turbulent World and Prayers for friends to cover their sicknesses and ask for their healing. Prayers for those that have lost loved ones and may you cover them with peace and comfort. We are thankful to You for the times you have walked with us through the “valley of death” holding our hands all the way. Thank you for being a Triune God with the Holy Trinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. In the name of Jesus Christ, we submit this prayer.


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, July 23, 2017










I RECKON THAT IS WHY


As a youngster, one of my favorite pastimes was listening to the radio. I guess my favorite part of radio was the stories or radio plays. A lot of them I remember and many have been forgotten until tapped by a memory shot. A memory shot is a word, sound, or smell. There were a few radio shows that did smell because they were so rotten. However, most were good and helped shape my thinking and actions. There were too many shows that were good enough to remember, but the commercials always held a special fascination for me and in most cases they were jingles, or verses, rhymes or whatever you wish to call them, and especially was entranced by the lyrics of songs. One was “Momma get real-kill, real-kill quick it knocks ‘em down fast, spray real-kill on and watch it last.” There was “Super Suds, Super Suds, lot’s more suds with Super Suds. Richer longer lasting too they are the suds with the super-do.” Of course, I could not leave out “ninety-nine and forty-four-one hundred percent pure, it floats.” Then Marietta bread sponsored The Lone Ranger, and one of their better commercials was “always demand the best in bread” which was flubbed at least once but we will not mention that because there may be some children up at this hour and we would not want to shock their sensitive natures or those that are my age that was raised with one.
Now, this is where I reckon, I reckon the above was part of the reason for my love affair with Radio. And it could have been a big reason for my twenty-two-year stint with that love affair. All those years spent mostly in the Wiregrass area except for a one year trip to KBYR Radio in Anchorage Alaska while in the military. Most of my Radio and TV career was spent in the announcing arena; however, a lot of that times was expended in selling and writing commercials for different sponsors. And I reckon that is why commercials have such a fascination for me, even when they keep interrupting a show or movie I am watching. (Sometimes the commercials are more interesting than the show.)
I reckon that is enough reckoning for today and we will return right after this brief announcement from our sponsor so don’t touch that dial we will be right back.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, March 15, 2018



TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING


I have written to you about my first car, which was a hand me down from my Dad. It was a thirty-eight Chevrolet that was standard built.
The transmission was a standard shift; the air conditioner was 240, two windows rolled down and forty miles per hour. The starter was on the floorboard next to the gas peddle with a floorboard dimmer switch also on the floor next to the clutch. The gear shift was on the floor Nowadays the dimmer switch in on the side of the steering column along with the signal flashers, which mine did not have. We used hand signals by extending the left arm straight out the window for a left turn. And bent straight up at the elbow for a right turn and dropped down at the elbow for a stop signal which was hard to distinguish sometimes because the driver would be lazy and drop the whole arm down against the side of the door and it was hard to see from behind them. My student training for being a driver started when I was twelve years of age. My instructions consisted of the steering wheel was to guide the car, turn the wheel to the left for a left turn and right for the right turn. To crank the car push the clutch down with your left foot, turn the key to the right, push the starter with your right foot and when it cranks ease your right foot over to the foot feed while slowly going down on the gas peddle ease up on the clutch at the same time. The idea was to start slowly, but I always liked to make the car jump a little on my starts. After a couple of turns and rounds in the cow pasture, it was time to hit the dirt roads of North Georgia, In a recent visit back home all those roads that were dirt had been paved and not near as much fun as the dirt road. Especially in wet weather because most of the roads there were of the red Georgia clay variety. For some of you that may be too young, let me bring you up to date on some of the expressions used above. The foot feed and gas peddle you may know better as the accelerator, and the switch was for the key, but now you turn the switch to the right to start the vehicle, back then you had to mash the starter with your right foot. The dimmers are now on the steering column along with your turn signals. The speed monitor is now called odometer. The automatic transmission was not considered standard equipment in my early days. If any of the above is confusing to you let me know and I will send you a copy of my dictionary of Early North Georgia sayings. Just send shipping and handling.


Preston T. Duckett Wednesday, March 8, 2017



LIFE’S INFLUENCES


Our influencing lifestyle by all things that happen to us from birth. If blessed with loving parents protecting us and having enough love to discipline and teach us then we got off to a good start.
At a very young age, my Father taught me two things; you do not throw rocks at your Dad and run. My Uncle urged me to do that showed me two things one was that old man was faster than me and when he told me to do something I had better do as commanded. It also taught me that a belt over the backside was a deterrent and that pain comes with disobedience.
As most of us think the world revolves around us and are taught very early that we are not alone on this planet. In High School years,
early on as a bashful former country boy with a great deal of insecurity, I was walking down the hall, and three girls were huddled, whispering to each other. I always felt whenever someone was whispering among themselves around me they were talking about me. So I asked them why they were talking about me one of the girls retorted “what makes you think you are so blamed important that anyone would be talking about you,” whoops, drew my head back into the shell and never again presumed anyone was talking about me.
A lot of you have experienced somewhat similar conditions, and each encounter knocked another notch into our personality. The environment in which we grew to be an adult also shaped and sanded our character for better or worse. We as Christians are also being molded, sanded, and polished. There are times that God must also handle us with love and chastening. Choose Jesus as your blueprint for life and pattern your life after none other. As we move away from Easter, let us not walk away from the fact that Jesus died for us sinners and the Bible tells us that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. None of us are perfect and cannot live an ideal life, and the only way to perfection is to let the blood of Jesus cover all our sins and shortcomings. God expects perfection from us to enter the gates of Heaven, and with the blood of Jesus covering our sins then God dismisses them as not happening. The above statement does not give us the option of continuing to live the sinful life thus we must first believe that Christ died, was buried and arose on the third day. Once established in your head then ask for forgiveness with your Heart. Give it your best shot not to sin anymore but when you do, seek mercy once more.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, April 2, 2018



CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME


Within the last few days I posted a status about helping our country instead of letting our people be homeless and Veterans not getting proper help that had been promised to them and of course older people that needed help and asked a simple question why can we not use the billions and billions we give to other countries to help them why can we not use some of that money to help ourselves. Several of you Condemned it as being political and that it should not be posted because of that. It was not political it was just good common sense. Charity begins at home and I do not think most of us would donate part of our check to help people in other countries if our children were starving. This is exactly what the government has done, both Parties for the last seventy or more years.
I have no problem with helping others and try to do it all the time but if it comes to helping a stranger when my children are going hungry, then I am sorry but blood is thicker than water and we must take care of our own before offering helping hands around the world.
This rant is not because someone wanted to block my status that someone else had written but because a friend reposted it and some of you wanted them blocked for a political post.

Preston T. Duckett Saturday, February 10, 2018









FANTASY LOVE


This love started with an accidental phone call. A friend was talking with you, and as a joke, he called me and made it a three-way call. We only said a few words and carefully spoke with discretion even as sparks began to fly. Unsure if we were correct or not, I called you, and at once we both admitted there was an attraction. After a month and half of nightly lengthily phone conversations, we both agreed that it was love. I would never believe it could happen if I had not experienced it myself. The talks were always upbeat and with an admission of letting the Holy Spirit lead us and agreed not to do anything with haste until we had received acceptance from the Heavenly Host.
The attraction on both sides was immediate and never any hesitation on the fact of love. My drawback was merely a matter of age; I am fourteen-years her senior. Went thru this issue over and over with her declaration that was no problem. It still seemed unfair to her because I was then eighty-four and she only seventy-one. The chances of my death from the human standpoint were much stronger than hers.
We both decided to make no moves toward marriage until we had a chance to date for a year and then if it still looked as if the Lord agreed we would consider that possibility. With all things considered I plan to stay here with my trusty sidekick Royal Barron, Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire. I have finished some of his adventures as well as a friend Jerry Walker has expressed on Facebook “If you want to know anything about Preston T. just read his post because his entire life he expresses in these facebook pages.” He is right most of it is out there warts and all. To get any more in-depth information about me, you would have to skin me I reckon. However, what you read is what you get, and the only thing I cannot reveal is how many of you beautiful women with whom I am in love.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, December 21, 2017




FATHER IN HEAVEN


Heavenly Father, please be with our Facebook friends that are facing all types of difficulties and are undergoing the challenges of this life. Especially for those that have lost loved ones. Please give them peace and comfort, surround them with your arms of love. Help them over the difficult times of their loss and strengthen them so they can face life one day at a time. Lord, praise your Holy Name and thank you for the great Grace and Glory of Your Holy Trinity.
Dear Lord, please keep us on the straight and narrow path that will lead us to the shores of Heaven. Please give us wisdom and strength to work thru and around the wiles of the devil. Put your protective hedge around us and strengthen our abilities to clothe ourselves with Faith, Power, and Knowledge. Forgive us our mishaps, missteps, mistakes and other things that can lead us to a path of sin. We humbly ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord, and Redeemer. AMEN AND AMEN.


WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 2018











“I’M ALABAMA BOUND”


Leaving the Hills of North Georgia and headed to the flatlands of South Alabama. It was late 1948; the Chenille mills were all closing in Dalton Georgia, and Dad had acquired a job in the small town of Geneva Alabama. Mr. Morris, the owner of the Chenille Mill in Geneva, had sent a ten-wheel flatbed to transfer all our belongings from Dalton. Everything was packed on the truck, covered with a tarp, and fastened down with as much security as possible. We did not know how to get to Geneva, so we all piled into the old nineteen-thirty-eight Chevy and followed the truck. Money was tight, and there were no McDonalds on the way, so Mother had packed a picnic lunch for later in the day for us to eat on the road with the usual goodies and we were off on a great adventure. We were a little uptight not knowing what was ahead of us and most hate to make a change even when it 's right for us.
The school was out, and I was to be a senior the next year. We landed in Geneva and moved into a new house that Mr. Morris had rented for us. Did not know anyone in town and my younger brother and I were tossing a football around in the front yard, and a couple of neighborhood kids soon joined us. They invited us to go to Westview Baptist Church as their Vacation Bible School started the following Monday. I had been driving, with Dad's approval, on the Georgia dirt roads. Therefore I was able to convince him to let me use our old automobile for transportation to Church and Vacation Bible School since he had purchased a nineteen-forty-two Chevrolet. My birthday was still a few months away, so I was only fifteen years of age.
At vacation Bible, school the first thing that caught my attention was the number of cute girls attending. One was a standout, blue eyes, blonde hair and the prettiest face I had ever seen on a person before. I was extremely bashful, but I did not want to miss this opportunity. I introduced myself and asked her where she lived, and she told me about two miles to the South, and it was getting to be hot walking, so I ask her to let me drive her home. She agreed, and after Vacation Bible School had let out her and two of her friends from the Mill Village started to get in the car, one of the girls began to get up front with me, but the little blonde-haired person took her arm and said no I am sitting up front with him. That solidified my determination to get to know her better.
At fifteen, everyone said I was crazy to tie myself down to one girl mainly since she was only thirteen. Now I have told you once before that I fall in love quickly and this time there was no doubt that, I was a goner. We continued to be with each other at the Church, and as I was fifteen, and she was thirteen, her parents consented for us to ride around on Sunday afternoon after church if her two friends went with us.
When School started in Geneva, Dad went with me to register. The Principal said I would have to go into the eleventh grade, and it would take me two years to finish School. Georgia at that time had only eleven grades. I asked Dad if I could go back and live with Grandpa to complete School. It appeared that I had my Dad's approval for going back to Georgia and finish School. The Principal asked if I played any sports, I told him no Sir. He hesitated just a minute and said well since that I would graduate in one year in Georgia; he signed me into the twelfth grade. As a senior, I was dating a girl in the eighth grade. Remember, I skipped the first year and now the eleventh, so I was set to graduate at sixteen years of age, not for intelligence but just kind fate.
Ellen, the lovely blue-eyed blond and I continued to date and by this time, her parents liked me very much, and they allowed us to date at night with a ten o'clock curfew. We continued to date all thru High School. When I enrolled at Troy State Teachers College, I would come home every weekend. We dated thru the three years except for one break-up that lasted for about a month, and after that, we went solid with each other until we got married. Getting a little ahead of myself now, we had decided to get married, but there was a three day waiting period on the blood test for a marriage license in Geneva. We knew we could get a blood test and a certificate to apply for your permit in one hour in Dothan, Alabama. We did not own an automobile at that time because my old nineteen- thirty-eight Chevy had bitten the dust. The forty-two Chevrolet that I had been driving to Troy was also out of commission. My parents worked the first shift, and her parents worked the second. We borrowed Dad’s car in the morning under the pretext of looking for me a new suit that I needed for my job with the local Radio Station and Newspaper. We went to Dothan, got our blood test and headed back to Geneva. We waited until after two o’clock so her parents would be working used their car for our date that night. We then went to the Courthouse, got our marriage license, and drove out into the country to find the preacher that had married her parents and her brother and his wife. We got to the Preachers house around four o’clock, and his wife said he was still plowing in the field, so she sent one of the children to fetch him.
He soon entered with his overalls on and the usual amount of dust when working in the fields. We explained that we wanted him to perform the marriage and reminded him he did the ceremony for her parents and her brother. He said "ok, but let me go out and rinse away a little dust." He was back in about thirty minutes dressed in a suit and tie. He performed the wedding not knowing Ellen was underage. When asked how much he was owed he answered the usual “well what do you think she is worth?” I said to him “a lot more than the two dollars, but it is all I have.” I had borrowed it from her by the way, and it was all she had too. We had rented a furnished apartment from Mrs. Brown for thirty dollars a month, which was a week's pay at that time. We carried the car back to her parents and waited for them to get home. We had been by my parents and told them we were married, so now it was time to inform her parents. Pop, as I called him, was the standard hard-working, rough old man that did not seem to let anything get to him. However, that night I saw him cry for the first time. I was taking his baby girl away, they soon settled in and gave us their best wishes, and we walked to our new apartment. The extent of our honeymoon was nonexistent, and we never did get to take one after that either; however, we always planned on having one.
Here we were with no automobile and not much chance of getting one. My younger brother, Joe, had two Cushman Airborne scooters, and we borrowed one of them until drafted into the Army, that story for another time. Most of the people we knew at that time felt as if it was a mistake and the marriage would not last a year. Well, they were right it did not last one year it continued fifty-eight years, until her death in 2011. Still, see that young blue-eyed blonde-haired person in the channels of my mind and my dreams.


Preston T. Duckett June 2, 2016






Swimming in Talking Rock Creek


It seems to me the water was always cold even in the “Dog Days” of summer, but you could survive it if the outside air were warm enough. It was deep enough in the woods and far enough from the road that we did not bother with bathing suits or swim trunks because it was always just us guys no girls allowed. We had a rope on a limb we would use to swing out to about the middle of the creek turn loose and drop in. The center part was deep enough to accommodate a dive or cannonball or just a foot first drop. Did have to be careful because not far enough out and you could hurt something because it wasn’t very deep around either edge. Big rocks were under the water, and you had to make sure you had cleared them before turning loose of the rope, and the same problem existed if you went too far before you turned loose. We smaller boys usually stayed in the water until our lips turned blue and then we would get to the bank, find a big rock the sun had warmed and soak up the sunshine and dry out and get warm before jumping back into the cold water. Now you ladies are going to have to ask your husbands about the next statement because I can not find words to express it without going across a line drawn in my head and mind that I dare not cross. The bigger boys would strip down but they would not get in the water. At the time I thought they just did not know how to swim, but later I found out the real reasons. We called them “Bank Walkers” the would make fun of us younger boys and strut up and down the bank showing off their suntans, muscles, and physical posture. So we would jump back into the water to get away from their jeers and jabs. I won’t mention the names of the older boys because some of their family might resent my intentions, besides later as we grew up to be the big boys we would repeat the ritual. You think we would have known better, but after all, it had helped us to mature and not take any ribbing too seriously, and I guess we owed it to the younger generation to let them experience things that would help them survive in the big world they were to face in the very near future. I guess you could say we were just being good citizens, doing our civic duty giving back to our community and delighted to be able to accomplish it. Never heard of a Bank Walker drowning but I did hear that some of them did get mugged by a bunch of young kids.


Preston T. Duckett October 16, 2015, prestontnt.com


MISSED WATER



Had an enjoyable visit this week with an old friend and we talked and reminisced longer than we thought, and it was dark before arriving home. Went thru the usual procedures of checking all my burglar traps and when none of them had been disturbed. And Barron had traced his, and other animal tracks with his head mounted flashlight. It was time for the nighttime shower. However, when I turned the tap, there was no water. The only time this had happened before was when the pipes had frozen, but this was early evening, and we did not have any frozen lines. Naturally, the water department was not open, so I put my dirty self to bed.
When morning arrived, I was on the doorstep of the water department demanding an explanation as to why I had no water. The answer was fast and to the point. “We get no money from you. Therefore, you get no water from us.” It seems that in my haste to check on facebook and to write another verse I had forgotten to make a payment to the water department. As there is no one living with me, I had no one to blame for the mix-up, so the only thing to do was fall at the mercy of the water department. The lady employee that took my money must have noticed the shaking of my hands and feeling sorry for me ordered another water department worker to go to my house and turn the water back on. She thought the trembling hands was the sign of a pitiful old man but the truth of the matter is that departing with my money has always given me the shakes.
“All is well that ends well.” Grandma had always told me that “you never miss the water until the well goes dry.” She was correct, and that was a long fifteen minutes before my water supply returned.
How often do we encounter similar conditions when we take for granted all the blessings from Jehovah? We go day by day never thinking about our source until we miss the benefits of that particular item. My Dad was a machinist, and his big thing was preventative maintenance. “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” any day of the week. Our best prevention is the study the Word of God, commune daily with Jesus and the Holy Spirit and send our “knee-mail messages to God.”


Preston T. Duckett Friday, January 26, 2018



ALPHA AND OMEGA



Heavenly Father, we come to you with thanks and gratitude for twenty-eighteen and pray for your continued blessings in the years to come. We do not know what we face in the future so we can only have faith and trust in your grace and patience with us. Please forgive us as we forgive others and may any malice in our heart be wiped clean by the sacrifice made by Jesus on the Cross. Give us the wisdom to understand what we read in your Holy Word and the courage to tell others that may not know of your love and greatness. Lord, we know you are all powerful and through the Holy Spirit, omnipresent. We ask you to hold on to us as we stumble and not let us fall into temptation too hard for us to bear alone. Let your Holy Spirit guide our thoughts and actions for the future lifetime, however long or short that may be. Please keep us on a steady course of helping others and magnifying your love and glory. Please show us the areas you want us to serve and give us the talent to perform whatever task you wish for us to do. Please make twenty-eighteen the most significant year of service ever to you and our fellowman.
May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart always be acceptable in your sight. Psalm 19:14.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, December 30, 2017









SATURDAY LIFE DURING THE LATE 1930’s & THE EARLY 1940’S


The little store near Grandpa and Grandmas in Talking Rock, Ga. Was about two miles away and the only thing they bought there were the things they could not grow on the farm or in Grandma’s garden. I would walk or ride a bike, to the store with a one-gallon kerosene can get a gallon, and the store owner would take a potato and jam it down on the spout. He did this cause he knew that being a kid I would swing that can around and spill half of it before I got back home. This day I decided to ride my Uncles bike and about a half a mile before I got the store I was riding on the dirt beside the roadway and passing close to the bank, too close, a stone twisted my front wheel enough to throw me over the side. The bike and I rolled and tumbled for several feet; we parted company; it went South, and I went North moving another 10 or so feet. The kudzu cushioned my fall, and it was a good thing it was on that bank instead of the rocks that usually were on the side of banks such as this one.
About the time I stopped rolling, I thought, wonder if I can make it out of here before any snakes find me. It was 30 feet or better before the kudzu ran out, now it is hard to walk in knee-deep kudzu, but it is even more of a struggle to push an adult-sized bicycle out of there. The most embarrassing thing about this was the accident happened in front of the twins, Eugene and Eulene Silvers; you may have read about them in another little topic that I had written. When I got back on the road I pushed the fender back into place and tried to straighten the basket, but didn’t have any tools with me; The kerosene can still hang on the handlebars, so I finished my errand by going to the store and getting a dime's worth of kerosene. I made it home and only got yelled at by my Uncle for bending his bicycle basket. It was a good while until supper time, and I had worked up a sizeable appetite, so I helped myself to some onions from Grandmas garden, cornbread from her warmer oven in the top of the old wood stove and a glass of buttermilk and overate. My usual after-school snack came from here, but today was Saturday. Grandpa helped us get the bike straightened. All was well between my uncle and me, at least for the next few days.


Preston T. Duckett Feb. 10, 2015, prestontnt.com



BELOVED TRINITY GODHEAD


The Trinity Godhead, the three in one, consists of God the Father,
God the Son, and God The Holy Spirit. The Trinity had neither
beginning nor end, just as eternity has neither beginning nor end.

God gave the master plan, and Jesus created matter. Then spoke all things into existence within six days.

God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void. Darkness was over the earth. Then God said let there be light. And he saw the light and that it was good. God divided the light from darkness. And called the light day and the darkness he called night so was the evening and morning of the first day.

Then God said let there be firmament dividing In the midst of the waters to divide the waters. The firmament God called heaven, so it was the evening and morning of the second day.

Then God said Let the waters be divided and let the dry land appear. And God called the dry land earth. And called the waters gathered together seas, and God saw that it was good. Then God said let the earth bring forth grass, the herb and fruit trees that have it seed In itself according to its kind. And God saw it was good. It was the evening and morning of the third day.

Then God said let there be lights in the firmament to divide the day from night. And let them be signs of seasons for days and years, and it was so. Then God made two great lights the greater to rule day the lesser night; He made the stars also. So was the evening and morning of the fourth day.

Then God said let the waters abound an abundance of living creatures, and let the birds fly above the earth across the face of the Heavens. So God created magnificent sea creatures according to its kind. And God saw it was good. So the evening and morning were the fifth day.

Then God said let the earth bring forth living creatures after its kind, and God saw it was good. Then God said let us make man in Our likeness. So God created man in Gods own image, male and female he made them. Then God saw everything that he had made, and it was very good. So the evening and morning were the sixth day.

O the Sabbath he rested, declared it Holy and Commanded all to rest on the seventh day.


Preston T. Duckett Friday, March 2, 2018





PRAYER OF GRATITUDE


Heavenly Father, thank you for your generous blessings. Thank you for the healings and also the safety in our travels. Lord, you know the needs of all of the Facebook friends and others that have requested prayer for whatever reason. We see prayer does work and appreciate for all the prayers sent to you from those that are on facebook as well. Please guide our thoughts, actions and reactions. Lord let your Spirit fill our hearts with your love and may it overflow as we share with others and return that love to you.
In the days ahead give us wisdom, strength, and courage to be of more service to you and our fellow Christians. Lord, we are weak and easily discouraged when things go in a way we do not feel is correct. During these times, please remind us that you are in charge and things are going to go for our future good and allow us the courage to trust for the long haul and not the short distance we see. Lord, we lift everything up to you and ask for your supervision and direction for us. Thank you again for all your Grace and Glory. In the Holy name of Jesus, we make these requests. Amen












A PRAYER FOR OUR TIME


Our Father in Heaven we magnify your Holy Name and give gratitude and praise for all of your blessings. We come before you with a troubled world on our minds. We do not understand all the thoughtlessness and lousy temperament of many of your children. Trouble abounds in our Schools with the murder of students. Others are taking lives for no apparent reason and without remorse. God, you are in control, and this is the only thing that makes any amount of logic. Your Book educates us to the fact of turbulent times before the second coming of Jesus. Please give us the wisdom to know and be prepared for His second return. Please let your Spirit guide and direct our minds and actions to be ready for the time of His arrival. Please fill our hearts with your love and allow us to share it with others and return it to you. Lord we ask your answers to the prayers of our Facebook friends for all their needs. Those that need healing, those that need peace and comfort and those that feel no need to go on in this life. Please give strength to those of us that need it and keep us in your will. Humbly we ask this in the Holy Name of Jesus Christ, our savior, and redeemer. Amen and Amen


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, February 6, 2018










PRAYER FOR AMERICAS LEADERSHIP


Praise and Glory be to our Heavenly Father. Thank You, Father, for your love and Grace. Thank you for the abundant blessings You bestow on every one of us. Thank you for answered prayers and the privilege of praying to you Through your Son Jesus, as our mediator and advocate.
Lord, we lift our Facebook friends and enemy’s up to you and ask you bless them in a mighty way. You know their names and needs to Jesus, please help us in this realm.
God, please let Your Holy Spirit lead and guide the leaders of our Country, from top to bottom. Starting with the President, Vice President and down thru the Congress and Senate, all areas of law enforcement, Judges, firefighters, first responders and of course our Military members also. Please direct our State leaders, County leaders, and local leaders as well. We humbly submit this prayer in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, April 3, 2018












PRAYER FOR GRACE AND GLORY


Our Father in Heaven, Blessed be your Holy Name and Praise You for the peace and grace you have given us. We have just gone thru the Easter Season, and it was a reminder to us of how much love You extended to man through the death, burial, and resurrection of Your Son that was all God and came to Earth and took on a human body where he became all man. For thirty-three years Jesus had the human form and made himself endure it knowing the Cross was ahead. And he bore the pain and suffering so we would be set free. Christ made himself the sacrificial lamb and died to cover our sins and to give us the pathway to salvation. Lord, we thank you for every good and substantial gift you gave to all of us. Lord we are receiving many prayer requests via Facebook, You know the needs of each one of us. Please heal those that need healing, and bless those that need a blessing. Help those with financial needs and the pressures that go along with money problems. Please give peace and comfort to those that have lost loved ones and those under the influence of stress. We ask for this in the Holy name of Jesus, our Savior, and our Redeemer. Amen, and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, April 2, 2018














THANK GOD FOR GUIDANCE 


Heavenly Father, Praise Your Holy Name, Your Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. God, we are thankful for all blessings, and we know it is from You. All of our beautiful surroundings created by You. The very air we breathe if from you. The ability to think, to stand, to walk and even to sleep is in Your Hands. Moreover, we thank you for all this and the other creations and creatures. You have given us.
Today we ask blessings for all our Facebook friends. You know their names and needs. We pray for healing for those that need it and peace and comfort for the family and caregivers of those that have passed. We ask you to bless those that have needs that are unmet. Not their wishes but may You meet their needs. You furnish food for the foul of the air, and all your creatures that are in the wild. So naturally, we know you are going to meet our needs. There are times when falling short of having the Faith and Trust we should have in You. Fill our Hearts with Your Love to overflowing and allow us to pass it on and return it to You.



Preston T. Duckett Thursday, August 9, 2018




The Power of “X”



Back in the hills of North Georgia, (about 45 miles from Talking Rock, GA., where I was born,) there was a small mountain community. I will not call its name, were a lot of people in the late 1930’s that had no way of going to School so most of the people in that area not only couldn’t read and neither could they write. Most of them signed with an X. and when something had to be witnessed it was also with another X or two. It became very important to be able to distinguish between say John’s X and Jim’s X.
There was one man in town that was used as an X writing expert by Judges and Sherriff’s as well as any person that had a debate about whose X was legitimate or not. His credentials were that he was more Xs than anyone else in the community. He was an ex-farmer, ex-family man, an ex-student at Georgia Tech., a three-time ex-husband, an ex-Senator, and ex-serviceman so this made him an X writing X-pert.
This “X” problem drifted into the farmers of the area because a lot of cattle had been stolen. One farmer had relatives that lived in Texas so when he saw them branding their cattle it gave him the idea of branding his with an X. This worked fine until the other farmers in the area started branding their cattle with an, you guessed it, with an X, when he accused a neighbor of stealing a cow from him. The neighbor claimed it was his cow because it had his X on it. Naturally, this had to be taken to court and the Judge called in the X writing expert. Now the man who claimed it was his cow and his X said he could prove it was his because he always stood at the back of the cow while branding and most everyone else branded theirs by standing at the cow’s feet. Therefore his brand was on his cow upside down when the cow stood up. The X writing expert agreed with him and told the Judge. Yes-sir-ree your honor that is an upside down X if I ever saw one. The Judge did his duty and ruled for the plaintiff and the community went about its business divided by the decision as is the case for most either legal or illegal decisions. My uncle Earnest always said there are three sides to every story, my side, your side and the right side. Uncle Earnest was a thinker in the community so no one ever questioned his X’s and his wife made the best “cat head” biscuits I ever tasted. This has nothing to do with the story but it is what I remember of that time. All of the facts in this story are not Xactly correct. You didn’t really Xpect them to be, did you?    Sometimes life gets double X complicated, does it not?





 to be did you? Sometimes life gets double X complicated, does it not?




Now it was in this community that I got my first Kiss.

I was somewhat of a fast learner when I was young
. I can not remember how that first kiss tasted, however, I seem to sense peppermint. The girl had short curly hair, dark eyes, and a dark complexion, a big smile, and glistening white teeth. She was a real beauty. Her name comes easily to my lips, Monica Westwood, and it was my first time falling in love. This started a trend with me, number one it was easy for me to fall in love, as I have many times in my young life. If they looked my way and gave any indication of a smile I was a goner sure as shooting. But we are getting ahead of the story let us get back to Monica. She was different because she was my first love. We were “playing house,” under a weeping willow tree with the limbs hanging down to the ground. You had to take your hands and separate the limbs to get under the tree. While you were under there you could not see out, but the best part was no one could see in either.
We were sitting on the ground with our back against the tree when Monica turned to me with her hand on my shoulder and looking me in the eyes with our faces close together. Her arms went around my neck and my arms slipped around her waist (well I had to do something with them.) and it came so natural. Then the kiss, which was followed by a loud buzzing noise, lightning flashing thru my brain followed by stars and the best hopped up feeling I had ever known in my young life. Since that time I have had a good number of kisses, but never too many, and I have loved them all. I would still be doing it but there is something about being Eighty-five years old that makes it kind of hard to find that right partner but I am open to suggestions. Now as I told you I was a fast learner as a youngster. Well, this all happened when Monica was six years of age and I was seven. Now as I told you I am now eighty-five and still trying to fall in Love at least a dozen more times before this life ends and the wings get in the way of hugging.


Preston T. Duckett June 30, 2015, www.prestontnt.com



COINCIDENCE OR NOT


Things happen for a reason. Some call it a coincidence, very seldom have things happened to me that did not have some ulterior motive. This morning my car would not start. The battery was dead, I had left the lights on accidentally after driving in the recent rain. Not a big deal, however, when I raised the hood to check on the battery, a kitten sat there looking at me, then skittered down off the engine. Had I been able to start the engine when I first entered the auto it would have, more than likely, caught the kitten in the fan or under a belt, which has happened to me before and it is not very pleasant to the driver or the cat.
Royal Barron had been telling me for the last two days that something was in the car. He would go around barking at each wheel. And even crawled under the auto barking. I kept trying to convince him that whatever had been there was gone now, but he insisted he knew an odor when he smelled one. So I guess he was right and I was wrong. However, I can never admit that to him, or he would never let me forget it.
Got the battery charger out and had to repair the extension cord before I could make the charger, charge. By the time all of this was accomplished, my daily amount of energy had been usurped, extinguished, depleted, disappeared, deprecated and was all gone. Sat down and waited for my second-wind but it never came, and I continued waiting until an hour had passed and I figured I had missed the second-wind, so I kept sitting and waiting.
Thanks to all you lovely folks that called to ask if they could help and bravely I told them we had it under control. I know you are not supposed to tell a lie, but sometimes it seems more comfortable to stretch the truth than to explain. So I told them everything was copasetic.
Truly did miss Church and social gathering after the Church service as well. Understand I missed an excellent sermon at least that is what the Pastor implied. I will have to verify that reply with our sermon committee at our Wednesday meeting. Puts me in mind of a message that was posted on the bulletin board at the Episcopal Church. “For God So Loved The World He Did Not Send A Committee.”


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, July 8, 2018




DEATH IS CERTAIN


A friend of a friend unexpectedly died a little while ago in an accident. Fortunately, they had chatted and expressed their Christian love for each other a short while before the accident. Needless to say, my friend is devastated and heartbroken.
Do not have any more information at this time but it did occur to me just how fragile life is and how quickly it can be snuffed out. The burden on my heart is for those that are not prepared to face death. Fortunately, this man was. What I am asking you is are you ready or prepared for where you will spend eternity? The decision needs to be made now, to often it is sometimes put off until it is too late. The solution is simple, believe in Jesus, and that he was crucified, died was buried and arose on the third day. Pray for forgiveness of your sins, and believe in your heart that Christ is who he said he was and your sins will be forgiven.
Moods can change from lightheartedness to disaster in a matter of just seconds. With society being as it is today we never know what to expect and when to expect it. Pray for this mans family that God will send peace and comfort. Death is never pleasant but it is even more terrifying when it is sudden and unexpected.


Heavenly Father, praise Your Holy Name and we thank you for your blessings and ask you to be with this family and please give them peace and comfort and the knowledge and understanding this brother is with You and Jesus. Give them strength to work thru this tragedy and the Grace to continue going forward. We ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and our Savior. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, July 23, 2018










The Power of “X”


Back in the hills of North Georgia, (about 45 miles from Talking Rock, GA., where I was born,) there was a small mountain community. I will not call its name, were a lot of people in the late 1930’s that had no way of going to School so most of the people in that area not only couldn’t read and neither could they write. Most of them signed with an X. and when something had to be witnessed it was also with another X or two. It became imperative to be able to distinguish between say John’s X and Jim’s X.
There was one man in town that was used as an X writing expert by Judges and Sherriff’s as well as any person that had a debate about whose X was legitimate or not. His credentials were that he was more Xs than anyone else in the community. He was an ex-farmer, ex-family man, an ex-student at Georgia Tech., a three-time ex-husband, an ex-Senator, and ex-serviceman so this made him an X writing expert.
This “X” problem drifted into the farmers of the area because a lot of cattle had been stolen. One farmer had relatives that lived in Texas, so when he saw them branding their cattle, it gave him the idea of branding his with an X. This worked fine until the other farmers in the area started branding their cattle with an, you guessed it, with an X, when he accused a neighbor of stealing a cow from him. The neighbor claimed it was his cow because it had his X on it. Naturally, this had to be taken to court, and the Judge called in the X writing expert. Now the man who claimed it was his cow and his X said he could prove it was his because he always stood at the back of the cow while branding and most everyone else branded theirs by standing at the cow’s feet. Therefore his brand was on his cow upside down when the cow stood up. The X writing expert agreed with him and told the Judge. Yes-sir-ree your honor that is an upside down X if I ever saw one. The Judge did his duty and ruled for the plaintiff as the community went about its business divided by the decision as is the case with most either legal or illegal decisions. My uncle Earnest always said there are three sides to every story, my side, your side and the right side. Uncle Earnest was a thinker in the community, so no one ever questioned his X’s, and his wife made the best “cat head” biscuits I ever tasted. This has nothing to do with the story, but it is what I remember of that time. All of the facts in this story are not Xactly correct. You didn’t really Xpect them to be, did you? Sometimes life gets double X complicated, does it not?


Preston T. Duckett July 25, 2016





PRAYER FOR TEMPER CONTROL


Our Father in Heaven Praise Your Holy Name and forgive us our sins as we forgive those that sin against us. We know this is the start of what a large group of people calls The Lords Prayer. Thank you that we can come to You with our petitions because of Your Love and Grace.
We ask for knowledge, wisdom, and strength to deal with what is necessary to sustain our life. You have given us many blessings that we sometimes forget to thank You for them. Please add to this request, peace, and love in our homes. When there is stress, please replace it with contentment and love. Forgive us the times we are cross with family members and friends. Let Your Word guide our spirit, forgive us for the times we are cross and irritated and spoke harshly, Forgive our profanity and especially the use of Your Name in vain.
We apply in the precious name of Jesus Christ, Amen, and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Friday, July 20, 2018










CUDDLE IN THE HUDDLE CLASSES NOW IN PROGRESS

You men that have a mate that loves to cuddle enjoy the advantage of it every time you get a chance. Now I know we are supposed to be MACHO, but it is a lot more fun if you learn to cuddle, even while watching your favorite sporting event. (I always thought this was everybody’s favorite sporting event.) But in my years of interviewing the fairer sex, not all men seem to be fascinated with this game, and believe it or not, the same applies to some of the ladies. (Even the women that told me they did not like to cuddle seemed to appreciate the gentle kiss on the hand when we first met, another good lesson learned from the French. The first one was an imitation of their kiss.) One thing I miss about not having my wife around is the cuddling. Regret the times I would not be as receptive as I should have been, especially in the earlier years. But as the years crept up on me I learned that I enjoyed it more and more. There is more to a mate than just a good cook, and babysitter and grocery shopper. The time in the kitchen will be more enjoyable for both of you if you ease up behind her, slip your arms around her and place a kiss on the side of her neck. (Had to turn the fan up just thinking about this.) Sometimes the food burns, but you can eat anytime. Cuddling is only for special occasions, (Grandma used to say you have to strike while the Iron is hot, but since we do not iron much anymore I don’t guess that is meaningful as it once was.) Remember when they used to wet the finger in their mouth and slap it against the Iron to see if the sizzle would let them know is the iron was hot enough. Back to cuddling if you guys still don’t understand how you might like to read my book for cheerleaders on “Cuddle in the Huddle.” (Don’t know why but a lot of the books were bought by football players.) You guys that have a hard time trying to comprehend cuddling just contact me for admission to my School of Cuddling. We met four nights a week and the other three nights you have to do your homework and the assignment is to practice on your mate, and of course, you need to bring them to class with you so I can better demonstrate the art of the cuddle. Once understand the basics of cuddling you will have a much more enjoyable home life and so will your mate. (You notice I have only used the word wife in one sentence, and the reason for this is I am trying to stay politically correct on every count.) Remember the words of a wise man, who once said, “Cuddle don’t Muddle.”


Preston T. Duckett January 13, 2016




YARN OF LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL


Situated atop the highest point above sea level in North Webb. Not to be confused with the highest hill in East Webb. The little house was not always situated in its present position. We found the home for sale, but had to be moved, near the Alabama and Florida line. This we proceeded to do
By hiring a House Moving firm. They transferred the House for us and set it up on one acre of our small farm in Webb. The house was rather old when we purchased it, and the best guess was it was built either in the late 30’s or the early 40’s.
Sometime in it’s earlier life of the old house, the back porch was closed in, and a bathroom added. This porch covered the entire area of the house which left a small room off the main bedroom, a laundry area and the bathroom. We started an immediate renovation by applying paneling that was much too dark which meant it was rather dreary inside and the paint my wife chose for the outside turned out to be a mustard color instead of the yellow it was designed to be. My son, Greg and his wife Ann moved into the house with their two children. Stephanie, and Bryan, who was the youngest. The house had only two bedrooms, so we renovated the small part of the back porch and put him in there with swinging doors, that were miniature versions of the old Western Saloons, and also ranch house type bunk bed built against the wall.
As the family outgrew this facility they had a triple-wide mobile home moved in and the little house was empty for a short period of time. It acquired the name of Granny’s because my wife wanted to keep the house and store her supply of sewing machines. This didn’t work at that time we reworked the house for my Grandson, Bryan and his wife, Heather. After they moved out, the front porch fell in, and there was another remodeling project. With this completed, we did put Granny’s machines in the house. After the death of my wife, a good friends brother took on the task of remodeling and did a fantastic job much better than what Greg and I had done. He ripped out all the paneling and painted the natural wood which was tongue and groove and very beautiful when he finished. Tommy also put a metal roof on for me, and with that, I moved out of the big house and
Made granny’s my permanent abode. I love it here, and the old house and I are about the same age. We both have creaks and groans, but the fit is fantastic.
The house was painted blue at that time and is now Grey and White.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, July 12, 2018


A PRAYER FOR AMERICA UNDER GOD


Our Father, in Heaven, blessed be Your Holy Name. We praise and glorify Your Holy Being. Thank You, God, for all blessings.
Many of Your Children that are on Facebook need a healing hand from You, and others need peace and comfort because of the loss of loved ones or some other sorrowful event in their lives. Holy God, place a healing hand on those with the dreaded “C” disease. So many of Your children have a fear of this hanging over them, and please extend to them healing and comfort, strength, faith and courage to deal with it.
Please give wisdom, strength, and courage to our Nations Leaders,
From the highest to the lowest. We are thankful for your Majesty and Praise Your Holy Name, and we ask as always, all of this in in the precious name of Jesus Christ our Savior and Lord. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, July 10, 2018








FROG KISSING, KISSING COUSIN !!


Back in the hills of North Georgia, there was a small mountain community; I have written about before, and this bizarre tale came from there.


Had a distant “kissing” cousin, living in that area, when she read a story about a frog that transformed into a Prince when kissed by a beautiful girl, It inspired her so much that she started hunting frogs and kissing them. She did this until the time came that she began to enjoy the frog kissing. The only thing we could see she was getting out of this was warts. Grandma always said, “Every person to their opinion said the old lady as she kissed the cow.” I’m sure that had a deeper meaning, but for the life of me, I never could figure what. This cousin got so carried away over the frog kissing situation that she moved to Texas because she heard they had bigger frogs than anywhere around, besides she had kissed everything that would let her in Georgia. Texas didn’t last too long until she started throughout the mid-west frog kissing. She heard of a club for frog kissing in California. Naturally, she migrated into the LA area and saw Kermit the Frog on television for the first time, and after a series of letters to him, with no response, she decided that Miss Piggy was the reason Kermit was not answering her mail. So she sent Miss Piggy a challenge to a battle of fisticuffs. Miss Piggy didn’t answer either, so my cousin got a Billboard company to print 25 advertisements and post them throughout the Los Angles community. To be sure she didn’t miss any chances she also hired an advertising agency to handle Radio and TV. All this publicity was to no avail, she spent most of her money, and in the end, it worked out very well for her because she went to a dermatologist to remove her warts. As fate would have it, he was intrigued by her story, and since he kissed like a frog, they fell in love and spent the rest of their lives removing warts and kissing. Truly I don't have the foggiest notiion of how this came to be. One thing I am sure about she is related to me in a closer fashion than a distant “kissing” cousin because this story makes perfectly good sense to me. Never kissed a frog but a lot of my early dates were very close.


Preston T. Duckett September 6, 2015,



NORMAL OR NOT


In eighty-four plus years, I have had the privilege of meeting many ordinary people. Some of the regular people that have been encountered by me, some were abnormal, some subnormal and others paranormal and just about any prefix you desire to put on them. Several typical students greeted me as I entered the halls of Troy State Teachers College back in nineteen-fifty. Some of the people I met first came as a real shock as all my previous
years were either on the farm or in small towns. My first two roommates consisted of a southern music major from South Alabama, and the other one was from Chicago Illinois sporting a very high IQ, so they had me outnumbered from the beginning. They both taught me a lot.
The following year we transferred to a new dormitory building where the roommate from Chicago stayed with me but a healthy short person that thought he was bulletproof and ten feet tall, after graduation he returned to Mobile and became an Episcopal Minister, but that is another story for another time.
I left the ivy halls of Troy to do a fifty-eight-year stint as a Husband and Dad. Also, a two-year stint with Uncle Sam as a Military Police Inductee, even another story for another time. My first fulltime Radio job came after the military span I worked as an announcer at WOOF Radio in Dothan Alabama. It was here that a very seductive voice on the phone had me almost climbing the walls. I never knew of this ever happening before especially to me. The sound was dripping with smooth southern suggestions that I dare not discuss or repeat except to say this old boy was shaking. After a few days of these calls, I wondered what would happen should someone hear these phone calls or leak this information back to my wife. Therefore, I chickened out asking her not to call me anymore with these seductive phone conversations. She agreed, and that ended the phone call seduction for this disc jockey; however, checking with WDIG and WAGF soon learned that I was not the sole recipient of these calls. It seems that most of the Fire Department, Police Department, Service Station employees and a few serving in the City electrical and water departments. These phone conversations stopped many years ago, and of all the phone calls of later years, I never heard a voice as compelling as those that came from a woman I never met and never heard from again. You current disc jocks let me know if she is still calling. Does that make me abnormal, subnormal, or paranormal?


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, September 16, 2017





A PRAYER FOR HEALING


Heavenly Father, Praise Your Holy Name and thank you for Your miracle healings on and off the Operating Tables. Thank you for being there for friends and family that are at the stage where they need you to guide the Doctors thinking, actions and limbs as they perform delicate operations. Praise Your Name for giving them the knowledge, skill determination, and confidence needed for their task.
We ask the same for our Facebook friends and those that have lost loved ones; please give them peace, comfort, and strength to carry on with life. The void that is left, please fill with Your Love and compassion.
All of the above we ask for each person and we ask it in the Wonderful Name of Jesus Christ. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, July 17, 2018









FOLLOW UP CLASSES


Impact Counseling Service, a division of Impact Advertising Agency, many years ago, was a company specializing in Advertising and Death Planning. Wrapping up a nonproductive day on the brink of closing for the day, when a haggard looking young man entered the office. Went through the usual procedure of asking how I could be of help, as we shook hands and I motioned for him to have a seat. After a few minutes of getting acquainted, he broke down and told me his problem of working in an office all day with six adorable women and then going home to a wife that still had her hair up in curlers and pajamas that had the several day use look. He was afraid he was getting to “jump the fence,” and try making advances to a couple of the single ladies in his office.
I gave him the parable of the man with a car that he loved, but it had some rattles, unattractive surface, and just a little ping in the engine. He debated over the purchase of another automobile which was several thousand dollars over the price of getting a tune up and a new paint job. He decided on the cleanup and was very happy with the results. I suggested he and his wife be to enroll in a class we had started, “Marriage Spruce up 101.” it was a month-long class that was held two nights a week and very reasonable in price.
Six months later he stopped by and told me the class had made a world of difference in the marriage. Getting home now, the house was clean, and she was dressed to the nines, perfectly made-up and had him a fresh drink and would often sit on his lap in preparation for a beautiful night of lovemaking. Thought everything was in good order when he once again stopped by the Office for a chit-chat. This time his problem was reversible from the previous issue. He said that now he was working with ten beautiful women in his office. And when he got home, it was another lovely lady, And there was just no change from the office. To get a change and add the old feeling of home he had started to stop by Wal-Mart’s to observe what he had once hated at home. However, now found it to be a delightful way to relax by watching all the women that had their hair in curlers and some of them still in their PJ’s. Also was thinking about asking one of them to marry him. I informed him we could get a reversal for his wife and her evening preparations; however, I would make him an appointment with a psychiatrist friend of mine. Hope it’s not too late.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, July 21, 2018





FOLLOW UP CLASSES


Impact Counseling Service, a division of Impact Advertising Agency, many years ago, was a company specializing in Advertising and Death Planning. Wrapping up a nonproductive day on the brink of closing for the day, when a haggard looking young man entered the office. Went through the usual procedure of asking how I could be of help, as we shook hands and I motioned for him to have a seat. After a few minutes of getting acquainted, he broke down and told me his problem of working in an office all day with six adorable women and then going home to a wife that still had her hair up in curlers and pajamas that had the several day use look. He was afraid he was getting to “jump the fence,” and try making advances to a couple of the single ladies in his office.
I gave him the parable of the man with a car that he loved, but it had some rattles, unattractive surface, and just a little ping in the engine. He debated over the purchase of another automobile which was several thousand dollars over the price of getting a tune up and a new paint job. He decided on the cleanup and was very happy with the results. I suggested he and his wife be to enroll in a class we had started, “Marriage Spruce up 101.” it was a month-long class that was held two nights a week and very reasonable in price.
Six months later he stopped by and told me the class had made a world of difference in the marriage. Getting home now, the house was clean, and she was dressed to the nines, perfectly made-up and had him a fresh drink and would often sit on his lap in preparation for a beautiful night of lovemaking. Thought everything was in good order when he once again stopped by the Office for a chit-chat. This time his problem was reversible from the previous issue. He said that now he was working with ten beautiful women in his office. And when he got home, it was another lovely lady, And there was just no change from the office. To get a change and add the old feeling of home he had started to stop by Wal-Mart’s to observe what he had once hated at home. However, now found it to be a delightful way to relax by watching all the women that had their hair in curlers and some of them still in their PJ’s. Also was thinking about asking one of them to marry him. I informed him we could get a reversal for his wife and her evening preparations; however, I would make him an appointment with a psychiatrist friend of mine. Hope it’s not too late.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, July 21, 2018




HOW DO WE FACE THE END OF LIFE


In our strength, not very well but with the Grace of God, we can overcome and sometimes even look forward to it. The books tell us there are three stages to accepting death. First is with denial, then anger and finally acceptance. These three parts are pretty well right in most cases, but with the help of God, it can be a lot more pleasant. There are three times in my life that I know I have faced it and several times that without the Grace of God it would have been over. I will not go into details at this time because this is only to Glorify God and not to receive sympathy. The first time I do not remember but my parents informed me that as an infant I was dropped from a mule-drawn buggy or wagon on my head and had everyone upset about this. When I was around thirty years of age, I once again faced death from illness and went through the above mentioned three stages. Finally, with acceptance, it was turned over to God, and by his Miracle, He healed me. At fourty-seven years of age they diagnosed colon cancer, operated on, and the growth removed. Cancer appeared at no place other than in the extension itself. Of all the people I know, I have been one of the most blessed. Now at the age of Eighty-four, I once again face death as all of us do. I do not know how many more years the Lord is allowing me to stay here, but whatever time it is, I hope and pray to make the most of it and not waste it. God holds the answer for all of us, and in his infinite knowledge, he gives us the peace of not knowing the time or the hour. Anyone of us can be called at any time and with the world now in the horrible shape it is in I believe that the end of the World as we know it is coming in a short time. According to the Bible those that are dead in Christ will meet him first in the air, and then those that are alive will be called up to meet them. This quote is not verbatim, but it is the essence of the Word. Just be ready and on guard, and may we all meet in Heaven.


Preston T. Duckett November 23, 2015 prestontnt.com







DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND SOME THINGS


There are several things I do not understand. Why do girls always have neater handwriting than boys? I have noticed this for many years with the cursive as well as the printing style. The cursive style is soon to be a thing of the past for several reasons, but the main one is it is no longer taught as it once was. My handwriting is so bad that when it gets cold, even I can’t read it. It does no good to heat it in the microwave because that does not help a bit and if you leave it there too long, it can catch fire. It was so sorry that when I was in service writing home and my wife would have to carry my letters to the Drug Store and get a pharmacist to decipher them; she figured if they could read a Doctors prescription they could surely figure out what I had written. As I wrote mostly the same thing in each letter, she finally got to where she could read them without any help. I was reading a Readers Digest several years ago, and it had a primarily printed word IF and it got me to thinking about how much importance could be in words. I think we have all looked back and said IF I had only made a different decision on a particular matter things would be different. However, once you made a decision and followed through on it, do not look back and try to second guess, Once it’s done no need to try and second guess your choice. If the decision was wrong or harmful, learn from it and never do it again. No need to worry about something that you can not control or something that has already happened. Worry is like the old saying “no use beating a dead horse.” Telling my age with this one, how many of you remember Alfred E. Newman, of Mad Magazine with his expression “What me worry?”
Many of our older citizens used all sorts of “sayings” for example. “Waste not and want not.” this one does have much meaning behind it. “Time waits for nobody.” Another truism handed down thru the centuries. Ben Franklin said “a penny saved is a penny earned” a double meaning because if you do not spend it, that is the same as earning another one. Another saying that I kept on my bulletin board was “Tomorrow I’ve got to get organized.” Also “Tomorrow never comes.” The statement is true because when you get to tomorrow it then becomes today and today becomes yesterday, thus the saying “Today is yesterdays tomorrow.” If you have more sayings to add, please feel free to do so.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, July 31, 2018





REPORT OF GOD'S STRENGTH, MY WEAKNESS


Feel a deep impression to share this with you today. It is my desire and hopes to express optimism in most everything done in the way of writing to you. However, as you know, Roses have thorns, and life has pitfalls as well as mountaintops. Several years ago while on the morning shift at Radio WOOF-AM as explained to you earlier, my Boss, R. A. Dowling, while cutting fire lanes on some of his property, was killed as the tractor overturned on him. While doing a live newscast with a notice of his death handed to me, I started reading. The news was naturally a shock to me, but I was able to get a record started before collapsing. Because of this information and other pressures that I will not go into now, however, this “breakdown” caused the loss of voice on an open mike or even on the telephone. This malady lasted for around two years. Resigning as production manager of the station because of a feeling of non-productivity, accepted a job in Mariana Florida at WTOT Radio as Station Manager, with the understanding of not having to pull a shift as an announcer. During the time in Marianna was plagued with depression, and the feeling of creatures crawling all over my body. Nighttime often found me trying to sleep in a fetal position, as these crawling creatures seemed to swarm over my body. With the problems mentioned above, I accomplished no notable performance in Marianna. Upon our return to Dothan to meet the household expense, my Wife went to work at a sewing factory. My depression continued as I drove her to and from work. She disliked that job very much and looked like a zombie walking in and out of the plant. Please do not get or stay upset about me reporting this to you. The reason for reporting the above is to let you know no matter how bleak life seems there is an end to the pain and suffering. Some of you are facing situations similar to the above or even worse. God delivered me from this as He opened a way for me to start announcing again and developed the Preston T. Show on WDIG-AM. I explained all the how’s in previous writing. By starting to talk before I opened the mike on Radio or answered the telephone, I was able to perform the task with no one being aware of the problem with my voice. While doing the Preston T. Show, sometimes my voice would break; at this point, I would drop into a falsetto voice, reprimand myself with the alter ego and proceed with the program. Jesus has blessed me many times and many ways and this time of trouble while appearing to be forever actually made me stronger for the struggle. Thanks to the Holy Trinity, The Father, Son and Holy Spirit, being with me through the situation and lifting me out at the correct time. Psalms 19:14.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, April 8, 2017


TIME IS SHORTER STILL


Time is short, and it deserves enjoyment to the fullest. Soon if the Lord is willing, I will have completed eighty-five of the years that He designated for me. It seems as if it were only yesterday or the day before when I was young and thought I would never get to twenty-one but from that time on the pace of time has increased too much faster than the speed of light. Moreover, the older we get, the quicker time flies.
Each day God gives to be used with awe and reverence. Upon arising, we should thank God for another day he has allowed us to enjoy. God has blessed all of us more abundantly than most of us can even consider. Those everyday blessings that most of us take for granted are specials granted by our Heavenly Host.
The very air we breath is a gift from our creator because he created it as he also created us. Every morning I like to go outside and look at the new beauty God has for me that day. In doing so, I very deliberately thank God for the day and the vision he has created around me. I enjoy the morning even if it is raining. Sitting on the front porch of this old house and listen to the rain pecking against the metal roof and the smell that only showers bring.
Another year is half gone as we prepare soon for Thanksgiving and then more quickly following that will be Christmas time and then the first of 2019 if the Good Lord tarries for his second coming which has been anticipated and should look for every day. The Bible teaches us that none of us knows the day or hour but that we should be diligent in watching and always be prepared and watching night and day.
Some scoffers and unbelievers say it is not going to happen, but it was told to us by Jesus that he was going to prepare a place for us and that he would come again to carry us back with him. When Christ splites the Eastern sky The bodies of the dead are called to him in the air and then in the twinkling of an eye, those repented ones that are alive will be called up to meet them in the air.
Do not know about you but that is one trip that I want to take. There are no tickets to by, but we must believe that Jesus is the Messiah and that he was crucified, died, and buried but arose on the third day. With this belief and heartfelt repentance and asking forgiveness for our sins, we are ready for that great and glorious day when we met our Savior face to face.
Preston T. Duckett Monday, July 30, 2018



I WONDER YES I WONDER


When I was very young I could see on Radio the wheat as the wind gently made it
wave back and forth, ripe for harvest, to be baked into wonderful loaves of Marietta bread and the camera of my mind faded to black, as the William Tell Overture started to play, the Lone Ranger comes into view mounted on the back of his wonderful horse Silver as he rears and leaps forward at a gallop, and you hear as if in the distance "Hi-Yo-Silver Away" and riding into the scene from his
left was his faithful Indian Companion Tonto, on his Indian pony "Scout".
I had all types of adventures as the little red light under the old radio dial drew me in for a ride with Hop-along Cassidy. Then there was one that I think may have been a regional broadcast called Tennessee Judd and his companion would always say "there he goes Tennessee, get him." The rifle would fire and you would always hear a ricochet and the sidekick would say. "got'em Tennessee dead center." Always had a little trouble trying to figure out if he banked the bullet off the rock and then hit him a dead center or if his rifle was powerful enough to go all the way through his victims, then the ricochet occurred. One of the deep problems of life that I can not Google my mind and get the answer. Lash Larue, so good with a bullwhip that he could put his Initial on a man's chest Like Zorro did with a sword.
Stories like the shadow, have gun will travel, the adventures of Superman and Bat Man and Robin, by this time I would drop off into a deep sleep and dream of more adventures, with yours truly, as the star of each new endeavor. We also had Gene Autry on the movies and there was one group of Indians that hated Gene so bad they still hated him from another movie. There were other cowboy movies but Roy Rogers and Gene Autry were referred to alternately as King of the cowboys and I wondered if they sometimes wore that crown under the big Stetson's they wore. What about Dothan's own Johnny Mack Brown he had some good adventures in the movies as well. (along the style of Abbeville's own Yellow Fellow.) Bob Steel was a good mentor for us little guy's. Tex Ritter was a favorite as well as Allen Ladd, Rocky Lane, John Wayne. Leaving out some I am sure but
not intentional. Big problem, always in my mind was how can the coaches and wagons run forward while the wheels turn backward. Still can not figure it out and evidentially neither can Hollywood. I tried to get one studio to try shooting the film of the turning wheels thru a mirror because it reverses everything and then when the film was processed it show the wheels turning forward. They sent me a note thanking me for the idea but they said they did not have anybody that could hold the mirror steady enough to keep the wheels from bouncing so they would just let then run backward. I think this Idea must have stuck with them because most of the stuff they are coming out with now is all backward. I guess that is just part of the folly of Hollywood.



DOTHAN EAGLE CIRCULATION


During the twenty years working at the Dothan Eagle a lot of good things happened, and then there was always the oddball or off the wall type.
This particular day a customer was upset about the paper being late, we had a breakdown during the night, and he informed me that was no excuse. Moreover, he was getting blankity blank tired of all our new explanations, and he said: “I think I’ll come down there and stomp you’re a - -.” By this time I was beginning to get upset, and I did something that I was taught not to do and always to remember the customer is always right. My retort to him went something like this. “Listen here mister, you give me your name and address, and I will save you a trip to Dothan.” Hearing the dial tone the conversation was over. In just a few minutes the Boss called me into his office and said: “A customer had just called and said you threatened to go to his house and stomp his A- -.” “No sir,” I answered, “he said he was coming down here to stomp mine and I replied to him that if he would give me his name and address that I would save him a trip.” He dropped his head just as a half grin began to appear and he did not want me to see it. Then he asked, “would you have gone to his house?” “No, but I did not want to size up everybody that came into the circulation department, wondering where I would have to fight them or run for cover. So I reversed it on him and let him worry about ever stranger that goes near his house instead of me worrying about him coming in on me.”
The standard rebuke from the Circulation Manager about how the customers were the ones that caused us to have a job and that we should not talk to anyone in such a manner. I carefully stood for the tongue lashing, and inside I felt vindicated, and I believe so did Mr. Underwood. At another time when he was called in on the carpet, he said that “sometimes it is easier to apologize than to apply for permission.” Then admitted I was wrong and apologized profusely, and then reminded him that, “a great man once told me it was easier sometimes to apologize than to ask permission.” To which he replied, “that’s the trouble with you guys you only remember what you want to.” With a grin, I left his office, and I was pretty sure I heard laughter behind me.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, July 23, 2018







ARE YOU, OR DO YOU KNOW, A HYPOCRITE


If you are staying out of a Church because you know a hypocrite that is in attendance. If this is the case, I have a suggestion that worked for me and many others.
Find you a right Bible teaching Church where the Preacher is a Pastor and not just a preacher. A Pastor is a minister of God that tends to the needs and desires of his congregation. He has Sheppard’s heart and love for the members God has placed in his care. This Church more than likely will be conservative in nature. Believing and teaching that the Bible is indeed an inspired word from the Three-in-One Godhead. Moreover, there is only one way to be escorted to the Heavenly Shore. The only way is thru Jesus Christ, belief in his Crucifixion, death, burial, and resurrection on the third day. Take this belief and a repentant heart, and a love for the Holy Trinity and you have a free ticket to Paradise. If enough of us that love and serve in the Church that is true Christians then the pretend Christians or hypocrite, will either become a real servant for the Work of the Lord, find another Pretend Christian Church or stay at home.
God gives all of us talents and expects to use them. Some have more than others, and a lot of us may feel we have none. However, we all do have some talent. Pray, asking God to give you wisdom, courage, and strength to use your ability to the most significant advantage.
God who created us and all that is in existence was here many years before we came along and will be here many more after we leave this old world. God never changes, we change, and all our changes are not to the best advantage. To be with your Creator for all of eternity, get your heart right with God. Love and be a servant to others, and to Christ.


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, July 14, 2018











A TYPICAL KNOW IT ALL


I thought I had all the knowledge I needed when I left the halls of Troy State and started climbing the ladder to success at Radio WOOF Dothan, Alabama in the year of fifty-five. Since then I have been lied too, lied about and told a few lies myself for self-protection. However, kept learning at every stage of whatever operation that was going at the time. I have plowed mules rode and advertised motorcycles, turned down the opportunity to haul whiskey. Flirted with many of the wrong women, had my face slapped, my cheeks pinched, and never regretted any of those things.
Going back further has had castor oil in a dozen different mixings that were supposed to make it taste better. No matter what mix was used with, it still tasted terrible. Mixed it with Coke and for a year had to drink Pepsi. Mixed it with orange juice and could not stand orange juice for several months. Mixed it with grapefruit juice and improved the grapefruit flavor. Black Draught was not the best in the world, but anything beat castor oil. The medical information has nothing to do with the story I had in mind, but I had a flashback the turned my stomach and believe me that is a tough job to do.
Oh yeah, I remember we were discussing the times when we knew everything. Then in the nineteen sixties and seventies, a lot of you Young Swingers taught me a lot while I was doing the Preston T. Show. To be perfectly honest I learned more from you than you ever learned from me. Later on, I had many teachers at every stage of life. As I journey into my later years upon this old earth, I realize how little I do know. I know the Good Lord has been overly kind to me and forgiven me for many of the stupid mistakes that seemed to follow me and jump on my back when I could least afford it or could deal with it. Satin is waiting in the wings to burden us with all kinds of nonsense. Just tell him to get behind you and turn all your burdens over to the high shoulders of Jesus and then leave them alone he will give you the strength to deal with any matter and the wisdom and courage to work it out. Put all your faith and trust in the Trion Godhead, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I could have dealt with a lot easier had I learned this bit of knowledge many years ago. Thank God, it was acquired before it was too late; however, it could have, and should have learned many years ago and then the later time in life that we all have to go thru would have and should have been a passel less trouble than we forced on ourselves.
Preston T. Duckett Monday, September 4, 2017
BE NICE


Life is too short not to be nice, besides it is more comfortable and less stressful than being mean and nasty. I do not mind mean or nasty individually. However, as a group, it is quite tricky to handle them. Courtesy is contagious so let us start an epidemic. I have seen an increase of courtesy since having to use a walker or my cane. People have been standing and holding a door open for this old slowpoke. When I mention to them that I am slow, they usually respond, “There is no hurry.”
I wrote about a flat tire on one Sunday morning, and two carloads of young men stopped and put my spare on and refused any payment. It was all so fast that I still made it to Church on time. Help someone without expecting any return favor and the blessings seem to flow in on you. So open up and help someone that can not give you a return favor. Help someone without expecting anything in return is a chance for God to pour blessings down on you. When you do the support for someone, you are planning a return from him or her. The benefits do not occur with this type of aid.
A smile will brighten the day for those around you, but you will also feel a great deal of satisfaction at the return of laughs generated by yours.
“Smile and the whole world smiles with you, weep, and you just mess up your makeup.” I used this several times on my radio shows. There are times when someone is “down in the mouth” and thinking the worst. Sometimes if it is a minor type of down in the doldrums will approach them with something like “cheer up things could get worse.” The response for me to mind my own business has very seldom happened; a smile is usually the result.
The Word teaches us to donate in private. Donations made in public, for public attention that is your reward. However, if you give in private, your Father in Heaven Who sees in private will reward you openly. It is not a verbatim quote, but the thought and the idea are the same.
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Some who go like this, “Do it to others before they get a chance to do it to you,” abuse this golden rule. This warped attitude may work for you on occasions, but for the long haul, the golden rule idea is always your best approach. Looking for the best in people will be rewarded more often than when you search for the worst in them. How you approach others is usually the return you get from them either right or wrong.
Preston T. Duckett Psalm 19:14 Wednesday, May 17, 2017


  A ROYAL SEASONS GREETING


Well, this is the third Christmas I have spent with Mr. Smarty Pants. Dull is the best way to describe them: no excitement, no fireworks, nothing to drink except water. The old lady I lived with before was older than he is but a lot more lively. She would dress me in a different costume each day the week before Christmas. She would fix me a plate-like hers, With Chicken and dressing, steak and gravy, mashed potatoes and all the good Christmas foods. And man those deserts were the best. However, Mr. Smarty Pants dared to offer me dry dog food, and I drew my knife on that bit. There is no way I am going to eat dry dog food. I did get hungry enough to start eating the more expensive canned variety. Could not get him to even drive through Town so I could see the Christmas lights. Life around here is getting dull and duller, and I know this one had to be the dullest.
I have started working on my New Years resolutions, and this coming year I am going to find me a way to get rid of some cats. I have signed up for karate lessons and as soon as I get my muscles and speed built up. Look out cats Royal Barron is back in business. Those suckers will not even let me chase them without ganging up on me, and those cats are fast and wild. But I am going to be quicker and wilder, who knows might catch one of those squirrels that fly along the ground and at then climb a tree and leap from one limb to another and fly across from tree to tree. I did catch up with an armadillo and a turtle, but they both had armor on and could not get my teeth attached to either one.
All of you beautiful ladies that have made flattering comments on me, thank you very much, but how about easing off on those comments that are uplifting to Mr. Smarty Pants, they all go to his head, and this makes him even harder to live around.
I want to bring to your attention that son-of-a-gun is trying to fake me out again by riding me around in his power chair and the car. I know that sooner or later he is going to sneak me into the Vets Office or to that pretty German lady that takes all my hair off right down to the skin. I would resent it, but she is such a lovely lady.
One thing that Smarty and I have in common is that we both love you ladies and we both wish you a Happy New Year.


Published and Copyrighted by, Preston T. Duckett, December 27, 2018

Authored by: Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire



DOGGONE CATS


It is not as simple as you may have heard, being a dog. I know we have the dog days of summer, but we get just a hot as anyone else during that time, Everyone knows that cats are to be chased by dogs right? Well sometimes it is, and sometimes it is not. There about a half dozen or more of the feline species hanging around my place and I run them off every time I can, but they have worked out a plan of ganging up on me. They will run until they get together and then they will turn with two in front of me and two on each side. When I go after the two in front of me, the two on either side will close in on me and slap at my shank. Those boogers have sharp claws, and they can make sore places all over you.
Old Mr. Smarty Pants is not any help either; he tells me not to hurt the kitties when aught to be convincing them not to bother me. And on top of that, he is back to his old tricks of giving me a ride and acts like it is so that he can pet me and then after I get to feeling good and convinced all he wants to do is make me feel good. Then all of a sudden he is cutting my hair or bathing me, both of which I detest. Another of his favorite tricks is to let me ride shotgun to the drug store and the bank for a few trips and just when I get comfortable with these trips he will carry me to the groomer or drop me off at the vet’s office, here again, both of which I detest.
Whenever I hear boogers outside and bark to scare them away and
Smarty Pants, is awakened, it is a shame how he talks to me, and all I am doing is my job, and he gets upset and only thinks of himself and does not thank me for doing such an excellent job for him. Ask him sometimes if he has any trouble with boogers since I started living here to take care of him. I do not understand some people and how hard they are to satisfy. Going to cut this short because I have to get back to my cat chasing and booger barking. After all, a dog has got to do what a dog has got to do,

Authored by Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
PrestonTNT.com, Tuesday, November 13, 2018.`



  FARM TIME LEARNING TIME


Many of life’s lessons learned on the Farm some by observance and some by mistakes made. Grandpa taught me a lot of them some good and some bad. One thing he was adamant about was not being cruel to animals. I learned this by a couple of mishaps with his mules, and I have written about pulling logs for firewood and causing Old Blue to fall on the highway and walking the team back across an upturned harrow with spikes turned upward. That is also, where I learned a couple of new cuss words. Some rowdy boys at a farm near us would stick the tips of a pitchfork in the rump of the mules to make them run faster when hitched to a sled or wagon. Grandpa made it clear to us that he would tolerate no such action from my uncles or me. Grandpa was big enough and very seldom had to pursue any of the threats of beating us with ropes or trace chains. Now Grandma had no problem sending us out to get a Peachtree limb and should she not think it was big enough she would send us out again for a larger one and then proceed to wear both of the switches out on us. Grandma did not think you should waste anything. Do not wear a white shirt while dipping snuff, Grandpa did, and the shirt always looked as if it was a polka dot brown. For some reason he never did learn not to spit into the wind, Grandma was more careful with her spitting, she would put two fingers up to her lips and spit between them. I think this gave a little more pressure and accuracy. I think the real reason for being careful, was because she had to do the laundry. Grandpa would have been somewhat more cautious if he had to wash his dirty shirts. A couple of bad habits that I learned on the farm was that rolling a cigarette using Prince Albert tobacco. It was moister than Bull Durham tobacco in the small bag that would fit in your shirt pocket. Prince Albert in the can had to be carried in a back pocket and would leave a clear imprint such as you see nowadays of the round tobacco print in the hip pocket of today. The Snuff that Grandma and Grandpa used was Big-G Garret Snuff and was very dusty. I discovered this one day when I decided to try a little bit of Snuff without their permission. Attempting to smell it first made me sneeze so severely that I had to clean up the mess when I forgot to turn my head and sneezed into the snuff container. I left the farm with a bad habit of cussing preceding each command of Gee or Haw and one after it if the mule did not obey fast enough. Also developed a habit of smoking but never did learn to dip or chew. Quit smoking when I was 30 years of age and at around seventy or eighty swore off swearing.


Published and copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, Feb. 27, 2017




ATTENTION ALL LADIES


This message is primarily for the eyes of all your lovely Facebook ladies. I want to thank each one of you for the inspiration and love you have extended to this old man who thought he was through with this world several times in the past few years. About seven years ago I looked at the picture of an old man holding his latest great-granddaughter. I took a serious look at myself holding Laura in my arms and said that this old man has a limited amout of time left on this planet. I was wrong then, and a little later with severe pain, I thought time had come for me to move. I was wrong again because of the encouragement that came from the most beautiful and beautiful women of the world. You marvelous Facebook ladies, with an appreciation for my writing and even encouraged me about my pictures that I was disappointed with, but you fantastic people told me they were outstanding so I took another look at them. I was still disappointed. However, it did not distress me as bad as before. So again thank you very much.
Now I want to tell you that you are beautiful and you are worthy of anything wonderful the family or the world offers to you. You are a child of God and inside you are gorgeous, and the exterior is also beautiful. I do not know why the Good Lord made so many of us men ugly and all of you ladies so beautiful. Especially since all the other animals in our Universe have the better-looking males and we human animals have a reverse role on the good looks.
Currently, my writing keeps me active and your responses keep me interested in pounding the keyboard. And again I would like very much to thank all of you that were in your teens when my time in Radio and TV was still in effect. You senior teens now gave me the early boost on Facebook friends, and your responses are much appreciated. With the teenage problem solved it is time to close out this piece, so I will say, Mercy, Blow that Horn again Swinger and everything is Copasetic.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Saturday, January 19, 2019.



HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JESUS


Dear Lord even after all the years since your birth we still celebrate with all humility. Your strength and power is as great as it has ever been and we witness it everyday. We are awed by how great You are yet how gentle you can handle mistakes and still love us and forgive us all our sins. Your compassion and healing touch when we are attacked by sickness or accidents. When tempted by the enemy, Your gentle strength giving us the ability to overcome those temptations and for your loving forgiveness when we succumb to them. On the day we celebrate Your Birthday we are grateful and thank you with every fiber of our heart. May we observe Your Birthday with demonstrations of Your Love and Compassion shown to everyone we come in contact with not only today but everyday. In the name of Jesus we ask this and thank You Lord, wishing You and everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS.


Preston T. Duckett December 24, 2015 prestontnt.com







SPRING CLEANING SMARTY PANTS STYLE


Thank God Spring Cleanings completed for another year. You folks have no idea of the ups and downs I have to put up with every day. Well, today was no exception, Mr. Smarty Pants was up at the break of Noon. I knew we were in for trouble; it always is from this un-normal household. For example how, many rational people do you know that stashes a shovel, a hoe, rake, handsaw and limb clippers behind the living room door, along with an assortment of walking canes most of which are in a container designed for umbrellas, which are none existent.
Our day started on this and steadily advanced downward. I thought we had hit bottom when he was hoeing the living room. However, in raking out, the kitchen produced three large garbage bags of miscellaneous trash and twenty-two, count them, cardboard boxes. Oh yes, I forgot to mention Preston also carried out two throw rugs to hang in the rain and clean them. These were two rugs that have taken me five years to properly mark as my own and now will have to start all over after this rain.
Preston was in a throw-away-mood. Therefore, I closed the door between the kitchen and our bedroom-computer room combination. This room has two of my beds, one located near the Computer and the other one near the recliner next to his bed. My beds serve me as places to nap and hide treats that Mr. Smarty Pants thinks I have eaten. I sure did not want him to start raising havoc in here with his spring cleaning excuse.
Whenever he started toward our bedroom, I would run out the front door, and bark like someone of something was in the front yard. It worked like a charm, and he is now resting in his power chair and watching the rain fall and enjoying the fresh air that came along with it.
Now I do not want you folks think that I am upset just because Smarty Pants hit a row of spring cleaning, but this man has no idea of how to utilize his time. When he should be holding me in his lap while the thunder is rolling overhead instead of having his head stuck in the computer writing some nonsense that has no real meaning. Besides, it is time for me to produce some interesting and necessary information. Smarty Pants has passed out in his naptime chair, so I have time to finish and post something worthwhile.


Written by: Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.
Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Saturday, May 4, 2019




BACHELOR PAD


Friends, fellow Alabamians, and Country Guys and Gals Lend me your ears. I stand before you today, to let you know that old Mr. Smarty Pants is at it again. He is not fooling me in the slightest, as soon as he thinks I have forgotten about the Vets and groomers he will slip me in that little car and away we’ll go.
You who know me remember the story of how I came to be here. On Thanksgiving Day, three years ago. Preston T. spotted me in the truck of one of his guest. And picked me up and carried me into the house. He sat there and held me in his lap for about two hours and then when everyone got ready to leave. He refused to allow Ms. Pam to carry me back home with her. Ms. Pam was given custody of me when my mistress had to be placed in a nursing home and promised to find me a good home. Therefore, I wound up with Mr. Smarty Pants. Things were good for a spell, and I had turkey, chicken, beef and whatever Preston was eating we shared. Somebody had to interfere and tell Mr. Smarty Pants that it was unhealthy for me to eat food from the table. However, I was feeling good and even gaining weight. But all that came to a halt, and now I am reduced to canned dog food, bleah.
We live in what Preston calls a Bachelor Pad, now it has nothing in common with the Bachelor Pads as shown in the Playboy Magazine. There are no mirrors in any of the cealings. Preston does wear a housecoat but nothing like the stylish ones it is for warmth and not for style. That is where the Playboy Pads and ours differ. I have surmised that ours comes from the word Batch, because there is a batch of dirty clothes in the bedroom, and laundry and living rooms. There is a batch of shoes in the bedroom and the closet. There is also a batch of dirty dishes in the sink and batches of odds and ends in the rest of the dwelling. The best as I can figure out all of these batches and also the batch of cats on the front porch waiting for food and these are the same villains that ganged up on me and tried to scratch my eyes out. And Smarty Pants is feeding them, and they are growing stronger and stronger, and I have to find one of them alone before I can chase them. Everybody, except these rascals, knows that a cat is supposed to run when a dog barks at them and show a degree of fear. These so-and-sos thumb their noses and refuse to run. A most disgusting state of affairs if you ask me.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, January 23, 2019.
Author, Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.



WHEN RADIO WAS AT IT’S BEST


From around nineteen-fifty thru the nineteen-seventies was in my humble opinion the most significant years of what I like to call the Golden years of Local Radio and TV. The networks were going great right after WWII. Most of the local stations went on air after the war. Most of the Radio people did not use many network shows because they contracted to the older stations, other than for the newscast, etc. The stations that I worked had the news wires, United Press or Associated Press, and the most significant difference in them was the color paper used in their machines. If you were a disc jockey or staff announcer you knew which was which. During this era as I did not have the ideal voice for Radio, (Jerry Walker always said I had a face for Radio.) Even without that style that most tried to assume, my success came from the fact of personality. Those years for those people I helped train in Radio my advice was, always be yourself, do not try to copy someone else. It worked well for me as I am amazed at the response I still get in this area, and I left the field of Radio and TV back in nineteen-seventy-two. Most of you know of the voice problem that I had and was off the air for two full years. Still had issues after that. However, Brother Dave Garner was very famous as a comedian during that time, and when my voice would drop out on me, I could assume a voice imitation of one of his characters. I never used his material, but I did let my alter ego speak a word, or so then I could recover my normal voice and continue. I had the pleasure of telling this to Brother Dave in person, and we became good friends until his death. Another advantage I had was the popularity of Rock and Roll, or what some called “bubble gum” music and I stayed with it because the Hard Rock was a little too far out for my comfort, and especially some of the lyrics were not to my liking. Those people in Radio today have my utmost respect because they have to work under conditions that would make me have another breakdown. My thanks are to the Heavenly Father for allowing me to be in the middle of a growing media that was young enough for us to be motivational and the opportunity to learn as we worked so to speak.
We had limitations back then, but it was from the FCC and not from the Program Directors as many of the corporate stations of today operate. When I look back on Radio and TV, I have lots of pride in the progress we made, and for the opportunity we had. Here was a nostalgic look back at Radio at its Greatest and the Greatest time to be involved in it.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, Saturday, July 1, 2017.




LOVE IS SERIOUS GET SERIOUS


Psalm 68:136, “yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.”
All the precious silver and gold in the world cannot compare with the precious gift of ‘true love.’ It is an abiding love that is a gift from Heaven.
A love of this nature is worthy of the two hearts that beat as one.
When you are looking for a mate, first ask God in prayer to direct you the right person, and then pray again when you are attracted to one that you are considering for a lifelong companion. Two important things to find in a mate and one is sure they really are a Christian and even make sure to have a long enough engagement to know everything about them. For you young folks remember this is a commitment until death separates you. If you approach it with the idea of getting a divorce is it doesn’t work, it will not succeed. You must be willing to commit for a lifetime, so it is imperative that you have found the right person for a lifelong partner.
If you go into marriage thinking you will change your mate forget it. A good friend of mine tried that and wound up in a miserable marriage that included cursing and other verbal abuse. A man she was sure she could change in him by living the good Christian life as an example before him. Which she did for twenty-four years, and when he applied for a divorce one of his complaints was that she spent too much time reading the Bible. While they were dating he went to Church with her and was jovial and kind to her in every way, this, however, changed after the commitment of “I do.”
Remember, if anything bothers you about them while you are dating. It will drive you crazy after you get married. It will become irate you more and will get progressively worse.
Keep praying and asking The Lord if this is the right person and make sure you are both on the same wavelength, regarding your likes and dislikes.
1 JOHN 4:8, “Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.”


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, (Author Rose & Preston)
Saturday, January 26, 2019.



PRAYER FOR UNDERSTANDING AND GRACE


Heavenly Father, thank you for today, and every day You care to extend the life of an eighty-five plus, years old man. Thank you for giving me life to continue on this earth and may all I do honor You and bring Praise to Your Holy Name.
To our limited thoughts and knowledge, it seems the World is in the biggest mess ever, and we cannot see a solution to the hatred and discontent of a large group of peoples. Lord, we know You are aware of the problems and the answers to them.
Lord, please increase our wisdom, and sensitivity to hear and obey the voice of The Holy Spirit. Please let The Holy Spirit lead, guide, and direct our thoughts and deeds, as well as those of our leaders. We know You have the problems well in hand and have the correct outcome for them.
We Pray the above in the Holy Name of Jesus the Christ our Redeemer, and Lord. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, February 17, 2019











A SPECIAL MOTHERS DAY PRAYER


Heavenly Father, we pray to You on behalf of all Mothers. Especially those Father that is not having the right relationship with their children. Whether it is in jeopardy because of the actions of either the Child or the Mother, the simple fact is that a Mother may not always be right, but she is still Mother. Lord those of us who have Mothers that have gone over to the other side we ask you to bless them that are in Your presence especially. Please place a reminder on the hearts of those that are fortunate enough to have a Mother still living. Impress of all of us how We need to treat Mother with love and patience just as they did us when we were dependent on them, and now those that are dependent on us. May Mothers day be filled with love and visits from the Children whenever possible.
Instill in every Child the debt of love that we need to share with our Mothers. Father, please bridge any gap that may exist between parent and Child that is out of the proper context. Thank You o Lord, for the blessings you have given to each of us and may our love and gratitude find expression to our Mother, either by us here on earth as well as those that are now in Your care. In the Holy Name of Jesus Christ our Savior and Redeemer. Amen and Amen.


Saturday, May 11, 2019










DON’T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF


Heavenly Father, place in our heart Your Love and Care. Give us the wisdom to understand Your Holy Word and rightly divide the Word of God. And may each one of us, read and study the scriptures for ourselves. Under the guidance and direction of the Holy Spirit, may each of us set aside time to enter Your presence, daily and commune with You. Thank You, Jesus, for the unselfish act You bore on the Cross, so that sinners such as us, might receive forgiveness and be born again.
The minor differences that each of us has are not significant when looking at the completed picture of being a Christian. The Ten Commandants, are a guide you have given for keeping our Christian culture on safe and reliable ground. The thing we must remember is that these are not Ten Suggestions, but, the Ten Commandments.
This simple prayer presented in the Holy Name of our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Friday, May 24, 2019












ASSUME NOTHING


Mr. Smarty Pants is at it again picking me up, putting me in his lap, and petting me, a lap which is beginning to disappear by the way. You see his stomach keeps spreading out and encroaching on his leg and knee space. Pretty soon I will have to sit on his stomach because it will be covering all of his lap. Sorry for the detour but it needed saying. Well, this is what happens, he pulls up next to me on his power chair and motions for me to stand up so he can lift me in his lap, and as we go back in the house, he has an eye dropper filled with a pink colored medicine that he squirts into my mouth. The medication does not taste all that bad, so I figure it may help my cough, so I allow it. He follows this routine a few days and then he does not stop at his walker for the medicine but carries me back to a tub of water and drops me in a while squirting dawn all over me and causing a big gob of suds to form. Then he rinses all the mess off of me that has taken all week to build up to the correct proportions.
Old Smarty Pants knows I am upset with him because after I finish pouting behind the couch, and the hunger pangs start getting the best of me. I proceed into the computer room and to let him know I am upset I crawl into one of my beds with my head pointing to the North and give him my southern exposure. To get me back in a good mood he keeps offering me treats. Which I refuse on all the cheap ones until Preston, in desperation, digs down and brings out the expensive ones. As I am working on the treat, he opens a can of dog food for me. And it does not smell anything like what he is eating so I thumb my nose at it and go back into the living room and behind the couch. I will wait for him to take a break and then ease back in and eat some of the mess he leaves for me.
Smarty Pants tries to get me in the car with the pretense of going to the drugstore or the bank. Can't-fool me that easy cause I know he can turn away from those destinations and wind up at the Vet’s office or either the Groomers.
Here is a bit of advice that you need to know, “there is no such thing as a dumb animal,” and you can put that in your pipe and smoke it.


Author: Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Thursday, January 31, 2019.



ASSUME NOTHING


Mr. Smarty Pants is at it again picking me up, putting me in his lap, and petting me, a lap which is beginning to disappear by the way. You see his stomach keeps spreading out and encroaching on his leg and knee space. Pretty soon I will have to sit on his stomach because it will be covering all of his lap. Sorry for the detour but it needed saying. Well, this is what happens, he pulls up next to me on his power chair and motions for me to stand up so he can lift me in his lap, and as we go back in the house, he has an eye dropper filled with a pink colored medicine that he squirts into my mouth. The medication does not taste all that bad, so I figure it may help my cough, so I allow it. He follows this routine a few days and then he does not stop at his walker for the medicine but carries me back to a tub of water and drops me in a while squirting dawn all over me and causing a big gob of suds to form. Then he rinses all the mess off of me that has taken all week to build up to the correct proportions.
Old Smarty Pants knows I am upset with him because after I finish pouting behind the couch, and the hunger pangs start getting the best of me. I proceed into the computer room and to let him know I am upset I crawl into one of my beds with my head pointing to the North and give him my southern exposure. To get me back in a good mood he keeps offering me treats. Which I refuse on all the cheap ones until Preston, in desperation, digs down and brings out the expensive ones. As I am working on the treat, he opens a can of dog food for me. And it does not smell anything like what he is eating so I thumb my nose at it and go back into the living room and behind the couch. I will wait for him to take a break and then ease back in and eat some of the mess he leaves for me.
Smarty Pants tries to get me in the car with the pretense of going to the drugstore or the bank. Can't-fool me that easy cause I know he can turn away from those destinations and wind up at the Vet’s office or either the Groomers.
Here is a bit of advice that you need to know, “there is no such thing as a dumb animal,” and you can put that in your pipe and smoke it.


Author: Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Thursday, January 31, 2019.



ROMANTIC MY FOOT


You lovely ladies that ooh and aah over how romantic Preston is with his Poems and stories do not know a complete truth. So listen up, and I will tell you “how the cow ate the cabbage.” What I reveal to you is the truth “I cross my heart and hope to kiss a pig” if I am wrong. Old Smarty Pants sent his valentine a package it contained a valentine card; now I know you may not believe this. However, his romantically based gift was a Door Knob. That’s I know it is true because I saw him put it in the package and tape it up for shipment. Now, how romantic is that Huh?
I knew better to get in the car with him, so he keeps offering to ride me on his lap on the power chair. I took him up on offer once too often, and he chunded me into the car and climbed in behind me. He drove much too fast and before I knew what was happening they had pulled me out of the car and set my sensitive self flat down on that cold metal table.
The pretty assistant came at me with a thermometer I opened my mouth for her to get my temperature and before I know what was happening I was rear-ended with a thermometer colder even than the table. With no time to recuperate, I was jabbed in the right hip with a needle so long it came out the left hip and left a big wet spot where I was sitting. Then they lifted ear and shined a light in there and said wow I see a light at the end of this tunnel. A little Vet humor, which they felt was very funny but did not have a humorous effect on me.
When we finally arrived home, I ran in and hid at my favorite place behind the living room couch. I do not plan to come out from behind here until Ole Smarty Pants goes to sleep and I will ease out long enough to eat the food he leaves out for me, and to use the bathroom so Ole Smarty Pants will have a hard time cleaning up. I will teach him to try and slip stuff over on me. On second thought I will go outside because I am supposed to meet little miss Foxy Fox so we can roll around on the grass and admire the moon and stars, while whispeing a few “sweet nothings” in her ear. “Aint life wonderful.”


Written by Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.
Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Friday, February 15, 2019.




REMINISCING THE DAYS OF LOVE


Rose sat on her front porch, but her thoughts were of another place and another time. The recent visit and the lovely time she had enjoyed with the Love of her life gently holding her soft hands and gazing into each other's mutually green eyes and leaning forward in her chair with the left hand holding softly underneath her chin with the fingertips almost reaching the dimple that seemed to cast a spell on him. Oblivious to the sound of a motorcycle blowing past her, the little neighbor boy is running from his Dad, an Was not aware of the next door neighbor cutting his grass. Suddenly a flash of red passed her eyes bringing her back to the present with the glow of the last couple of days still fresh in her heart and mind. The red flash was a beautiful Cardinal with a sharp point on his brilliant red head.
Rose returned her thoughts to the precious past two days she and her Love had together. The time went much too fast, but many beautiful memories made. And now she enjoyed going through them in her mind. Those two days they are indelibly engraved in both of their minds and hearts. Why did it have to end? It did both of them so much good to spend time together. During this short period, they never looked at a watch; they didn't care what time it was 'their time!' The Springtime weather was lovely, and the meals were delicious in the restaurants they chose. Pleasant talks, and lots of laughter, even the times of silence they felt each other's thoughts, only by looking into each other's eyes. Rose would start to say something, and he would finish, or sometimes he would start, and she would finish it. A love like this can only be a gift from God, deep and everlasting. When it came time to return to reality, he held both of her hands and softly placed a kiss on each of them. They did not bid each other any goodbyes they again gazed deeply into the eyes of the other and neither said goodbye, they kissed and in unison whispered "until next time."


Written by Rose and Preston,
Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Friday, May 10, 2019.



WELCOME HOME WDIG-AM


It took a long time, but Larry McGee received permission to once again bring those beloved call letters. (WDIG) back home. These call letters are of more significant interest to me, and those of you that were the backbone of THE PRESTON T SHOW. The ones of you that were Teens back in the late 1960s and early 1970s, and now are the Teens turned Seniors, or what I like to think of like the Senior Teens. And while on this subject I wish to thank all of you for letting me hear from you and what you are doing now. I will not name any because I would leave someone out by accident and this could cause hard feelings. Some of you are in business for yourselves and have made high achievements. Some of you have had successful careers, some in music and other professions. The reports I let me know that you were not only the best Teen’s of any locality or era, bar none.
The announcement was made this morning on WDIG, formerly WDYG and before that WWNT. However, back, in the beginning, it was WDIG, and that is what I will always remember it as. Things seem to run in cycles, and WDIG has now run full circle and very proudly is home. There is an old attage that “you can’t go home again.” but, WDIG has, and I for one am glad to have this event occur.
So it is time to tip the Preston T. hat to Larry, Steamy, Ann, and all the others that had a hand in returning the beloved call letters WDIG back to Dothan where they belong. Mercy, Blow that Horn again Swinger and keep Swinging, and all things copasetic and cool.


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, February 5, 2019







LIFE AND TIMES OF ROYAL BARRON


Old Smarty Pants is at it again, all month he has tried to get me on the Power Chair with him, so I relented. And, you guessed it he held me so tight I could not jump down, I figured he was going to put me in the car and head for the groomer, but She went in the house instead where he had laid out a pair of scissors and a sheet over the table top. Yep, you guessed it, holding me with his left hand and clipping away and gapping my luxurious winter growth of beautiful hair. When Smarty finished, there was more of me on the floor than on the table.
Another thing that bothers me is I have to eat dog food when what he eats smells so much better than mine, and we all know it is better tasting. At the same time, he is carrying all kinds of food out the old goat, Francine, and so many cats that I can not even count them. Also, some mangy shorthaired dog that somebody dropped off. The trouble of living in the semi-country, everyone that has a dog, cat, or some other varmint. After Easter, it will most likely be baby chicks, rabbits, puppies, and even more ugh, cats.
You folks that buy these little creatures for your children, please stop and realize they do grow to be big and need an enormous amount of care, and training, so I Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire, suggest the purchase of stuffed animals, and chocolate bunnies.
It also bothers me is the fact that he has the use of an indoor outhouse, yet he expects me to go outside like some ordinary animal, which I usually do but when he makes me mad, I will refuse to go outdoors. These times I hide behind the couch because I know he will scold me if I am close enough for him to see. He has never whipped me, but I do not want to take a chance just in case I may push the envelope just a little bit too far.
Something has happened to Foxy Fox. A little bird was telling me she got hit by a car and was put in a cage and taken to a veterinarian to be checked out thanks to a kindly Game Warden. At least that is what the little birdie thought was his title. It is challenging for me to guard everything that happens here on Webb Hill when old Smarty Pants yells at me to come back every time I try to get out of the yard. I guess I will stay here with Old Mr. Smarty Pants, after all, I am familiar with the problems with him and I might have to live with some people that would be a lot worse than he is. It is kind of like the saying “a bird in the hand” if you know what I mean.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, March 30, 2019.
Written by Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire



You that have not been following my writings of the 30’s and 40’s they were based
On life during these times as a youngster in Talking Rock Georgia, located between Ellijay and Jasper Georgia.


WALKING AROUND SENSE


Common sense, or as Grandpa called it “walking around sense,” As in “boy sometimes you don’t have walking around sense.” Another one he liked to use was “boy you are as useless as teats on a boar hog.” It was surviving this type of uplifting comments and showing such love is how much confidence in myself produced and expanded.
When working on, or rebuilding equipment, Grandpa liked to tell us Stories and one of his favorites was one of helping a neighbor build a new bed for his two-mule wagon. The construction consisted of two sides and two end pieces which were sometimes called the front and rear tailgates. With the wagon bedsides installed, they started on the tailgate, and the neighbor painted a “B” on it, and Grandpa wondered why he did that but didn’t say anything until he painted a B on the other one also. Grandpa stuck his hand up under the old felt hat he always wore, and scratched his head and wrinkled up his facial features. The wrinkling gesture was a habit Grandpa did when trying to figure something out. I ask him one time why he did that movement when he was thinking or figuring on something. He told me that sometimes things failed to work correctly, because you didn’t hold your mouth right, and he had found that helped hold the mouth right. Back to the two end pieces, the friend had painted a “B” on it as well. Grandpa stood up to his full height of six-feet-four, and asked the neighbor, what is the “B” painted on the end piece supposed to mean. He answered, “well that is for Behind,” “ok that makes sense, Grandpa replied but why is the “B” on the other piece.” He looked at Grandpa like he was a simpleton and said, “that means before, of course.” That was Grandpa’s explanation of not having walking around sense.
Grandpa was a big man and powerfully built, as a Deputy Sheriff on a call he had very little resistance from most men. He had a good heart and was about as dangerous as a Teddy Bear. However, when a man was big enough to block out all the Sunlight when standing in a doorway, most did not wish to take the chance of finding out for themselves.
Another of his teachings, take your time and do it right, or you will have to do it over. On most of our regular chores, he would tell us to, “do it quick and devilish like a working steer.” “Hop to it, don’t stand around all day.” “Get on the ball time is a’wasting.” “Don’t make me call you again” this one was also used by Grandma when she was trying to get one of us up in the morning, and usually while yelling up the stairs to her youngest son and me.
Many of you will remember these and other beautiful items of your
childhood like the smell of Grandma’s apple pies sitting on a window ledge or a wonderful peach cobbler. And boy did she know how to make good teacakes, and other delicates to numerous to mention. “Gone but not forgotten.”


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, September 22, 2018.


















JUST THINKING


I watch very little Television these days, call me whatever you wish. There are several reasons for this, and they run something like this, too many commercials for one thing and another, most of the storylines are promoting someone’s agenda. They were, once-upon-a-time.
entertaining but now they have to be, developing a particular lifestyle that is way beyond my understanding or else someone is doing a tricky bit of brainwashing.
When taking a break from writing, I sometimes listen to the radio, and for old time sake the radio station I frequent the most is on my former workplace, WDIG-AM Radio located at 1450 on your AM dial. The second station is the local affiliate for the BBN. (Bible Broadcasting Network.) The reason for the former is the Oldies they play remind me of the Preston T. Show, and the good listeners promoting and supporting the same. I still get a thrill when someone yells at me something like, blow that horn again swinger, or mercy, or everything is copasetic, or some of the other phrases “everything is grooving, up-tight and swinging. Even get a Kill Roy was here, is thrown in occasionally.
That should be enough reminiscing for now. Back to the thought on a message a Pastor was preaching or teaching on the original sin. Most of you are familiar with the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden. The Pastor said the “apple” from the Tree of knowledge was not what caused the problem. To quote him “It was not the apple on the tree but rather the pair on the ground that caused it.” Which sent my brain bouncing things like, It is not the temptation that causes us to Sin but our weakness or lack of faith and love for the Holy Trinity,
Temptations are always going to be before us, and it is up to us as to where we defeat them or not. We are never strong enough, to defeat Satan and his cronies’. (Many of which have become politicians in Washington D.C.”) However, this does not give us the right to sin as we are ultimately the responsible party. And we do not have the strength to fight all these temptations; therefore, our only hope is to repent and ask Jesus to come into outlives and through Him and by his power we are then able to resist and turn it all over to our Heavenly Host, The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Wednesday, March 13, 2019.



COMMON SENSE A RELIC


Grandpa always called it just good old fashioned horse sense. When describing someone without the above mentioned, common sense, he would often say “that boy ain't got the sense that God gave a Billy goat.”
There are many reasons for the demise of common sense; it no longer taught the younger generation; therefore, they grow up without having the same and about the only job fitting is Government work, or running for some political office. These two places seem to have a monopoly on not having any of it. If you think I am wrong in this assumption, then take something as necessary as Health Care, which was operating very well until the Government got involved and then like all else it went to hell in the preverbal handbasket.
In our early days in America, education was a limited item, so most folks had to make decisions by the use of common sense, gut feelings and flying by the seat of their paints. Many people in early America went by what they were taught by the parents or others that had learned common sense by the “School of Hard Knocks.” Another system used was the trial and error method. All of these avenues were designed to rise to a higher level the approach, and use of common sense.
The best teachings then, and now, come from the Holy Bible. This book, if followed will lead to the path of higher knowledge, and wisdom. The down to earth approach can broach any subject to earth teaching of this book written from the inspired revelation from God. Matthew 18:1-5 Jesus told the Disciples “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” As I see and read this, it is saying to us that we must take the humbling approach of a Child and come by faith, and belief in the Death, burial and resurrection on the third day of Jesus Christ. The intellectual has a problem with this because they do not understand it. We only have to trust and believe to enter the Kingdom of God.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Monday, February 18, 2019.



THE LONE SURVIVOR


This picture is of Francine Uncas; she is the last survivor of a herd of around sixty-five or seventy goats that freely roamed Webb Hill (my name for the little fifteen acres.) She is one of a trio that escaped the Hugh roundup when we decided to sell off the herd of goats that had been our companions for many years keeping the underbrush cleared away. Some have told me goats were a significant deterrent to the snake population. I can not verify this accurately. However, I had seen more of the reptile community after the goats vacated than before this occurred.
The three escapees were Francine, her mother Bertie, and a distant cousin the DNA of which I am not knowledgeable, by the name of Bunny. Therefore they were a presence in the community until Bertie was found dead in the barn. Up to this point, Bertie was the Alfa goat with the other two following her everywhere. After Bertie was no longer around the leadership role fell to Francine as she was more substantial and healthier than her cousin Bunny. Bunny was the next to leave us, and she was found at the fence edge and attacked by dogs. Coyotes or some other varmints.
Francine was spotted only occasionally for the next four or five years. One day she appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She is expressing a desire for food which she has been getting daily. And is now one of a group consisting of a dog someone must have dropped off in the area, and cats that range from seven upwards which makes me feel somewhat of a Pied Piper as they dart in and out as they run ahead of my power chair. I feed them at the far corner of the property which is closer to the barn where most of them seem to have their abode.
None of those mentioned above creatures are pets in the sense of being able to pet them as such. None of the animals will let you get close enough to them to touch or handle them. They are pets in the sense of knowing where to assemble for the output of food expected at a particular time and location.
Francine must be somewhere near the top of her expected lifetime. I have never researched or googled the life expectancy of those critters. Rose named her Francine I had always thought of he a Uncas as the last of the Mohicans, the name of Francine Uncas. Might interject a thought none of us know our life range how long it may last or when our death may occur. Here is the right place to suggest an old Boy Scout motto. BE PREPARED, and if you have not prepared for your end of life, it is time to pray to the Holy Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Sunday, May 12, 2019.




A WONDERFUL SURPRISE PICNIC


Rose was excited, preparing for a late afternoon picnic with her true love.
He told her not to do anything he would take care of everything because he had not given her enough advance notice to make preparations. Since it was casual, she decided to wear jeans and her new white shirt and sandals. However, she did wear her beautiful jewelry and best perfume. I arrived with a big smile and gave her a kiss on both hands she laughed and gave me a flirty wink!
By the time we arrived at a beautiful creek with picnic table and a perfect view of the sunset. The picnic table with table cloth and candles and two dinner boxes from KFC we both love fried chicken! As we ate and laughed and talked the sun was going down, we gathered up our belongings and sat back with a panorama view of a most beautiful of sunsets. Before we got up to leave, I presented Rose with, what she described as a gorgeous ring with one single rose on it! Rose put both arms around my neck and gave me a big hug of thanks. Not to miss any opportunities our lips met, and the sunset was forgotten, at least for a moment or two.
I had missed seeing Rose for at least two weeks, which is longer than either of us care to have it happen. This Picnic was a thrown together affair that was much better than having Rose working over a hot stove preparing my favorite coconut cake. Rose, after all, is in her seventies and does not need to stand over a hot stove. The pre-prepared chicken box with all the trimmings made a quick afternoon meal enjoyed by both and gave us more time to admire and love each other.
Our parting was on somewhat of a sad note even with all the thrill of being with each other all afternoon. Because of age and all the paraphernalia that goes with being eighty-five plus years of age. For example, the reflexes slow, eyesight prevents night driving, etc. Most of the time, I feel like twenty-five years old trapped in an eighty-five years old body. (Not quite as bad as a ninety-five years old lady told me she was sixteen years old trapped in a ninety-five body.)
Even the above mentioned are not problems, but they do produce a significant challenge. Driving to the Airport and knowing the problem would be having to wait for a proper time to be with Rose again and how great I miss her when she is not around. Our biggest challenge is distance; we are apart and the difficulties we face whenever we get an opportunity to visit. Until then we will keep our love flowing over the phone and internet.


Written by Rose and Preston T.
Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Sunday, May 19, 2019.



SATURDAY LIFE DURING THE LATE 1930's & THE EARLY 1940'S


The little store near Grandpa and Grandmas in Talking Rock, Ga. Was about two miles away and the only thing they bought there were the things they could not grow on the farm or in Grandma's garden. I would walk or ride a bike, to the store with one-gallon kerosene can get a gallon, and the store owner would take a potato and jam it down on the spout. He did this cause he knew that being a kid I would swing that can around and spill half of it before I got back home. This day I decided to ride my Uncles bike and about a half a mile before I got the store I was riding on the dirt beside the roadway and passing close to the bank, too close, a stone twisted my front wheel enough to throw me over the side. The bike and I rolled and tumbled for several feet; we parted company; it went South, and I went North moving another 10 or so feet. The kudzu cushioned my fall, and it was a good thing it was on that bank instead of the rocks that usually were on the side of banks such as this one.
About the time I stopped rolling, I thought, wonder if I can make it out of here before any snakes find me. It was 30 feet or better before the kudzu ran out, now it is hard to walk in knee-deep kudzu, but it is even more of a struggle to push an adult-sized bicycle out of there. The most challenging thing about this was the accident that happened in front of the twins, Eugene and Eulene Silvers; you may have read about them in another little topic that I had written. When I got the bicycle back on the road I pushed the fender back into place and tried to straighten the basket, but didn't have any tools with me; The kerosene can still hang on the handlebars, so I finished my errand by going to the store and getting a dime's worth of kerosene. I made it home and only got yelled at by my Uncle for bending his bicycle basket. It was a good while until supper time, and I had worked up a sizeable appetite, so I helped myself to some onions from Grandmas garden, cornbread from her warmer oven in the top of the old wood stove and a glass of buttermilk and overate. My usual after-school snack came from here, but today was Saturday. Grandpa helped us get the bike straightened. All was well between my Uncle and me, at least for the next few days.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, Feb. 10, 2015.



WWII YOUNG MEN WERE DRAFTED IN THE ARMY.


And boys and girls had to step in and take their place in the farm fields. Two of my Uncles were in the army so my brother and I stayed with Grandpa to help. As I have explained before a lot of my youth was spent in Pickens County Georgia around Talking Rock with my Grandparents John & Stella (Tatum) Cain. Grandpa figured if you were big enough to pick up a hoe you were old enough to learn how to use it. He showed me how to chop just to the right depth to get the weeds and grass from around the cotton plants. I had not at this time learned the difference between a healthy plant and one that was sickly. I think I explained to you that Grandpa was ambidextrous and was ahead of me chopping two rows at the time. I never could figure how he could hoe two rows at the time and still see what I was doing behind him, but I knew something was wrong when a roar emanated from that giant of a man chopping ahead of me yelling something about cutting down the good cotton stalk.
I was soon able to tell the difference when Grandpa got thru explaining it not only to me but most folks in the county could have heard the transfer of information emanating from the 3rd row of that cotton field. When I got sick, Grandma would stick a thermometer in the proper places and could tell if I was sick or just did not want to go to School. However, when Grandpa said that was a sick plant I could not figure where to stick the thermometer. I told him that the little plant was in line with the other plants, but that big one I chopped out was about 5 inches out of line. Grandpa said that it didn't matter if they were in line or not but not to chop out the healthy ones. So this was one way of learning when you are on a farm. The rest of the day was even hotter, and I took my frustration out on the hoe and dug too deep, and a lot of the big healthy plants would fall over. I worried about this for a few days because I thought I was going to get yelled at again but it eventually was forgotten, and I did learn the proper way to chop cotton.
Many other lessons learned on the farm that followed the rest of my life and I think it helped make me be a better person. You younger folks missed a lot of common sense training by never living and working on a farm. The same goes for a stint in the military. That is another story, so I will just say that my experience under the tutelage of Grandpa Cain helped me cope with 21 months under different drill sergeants which also was a significant training period for discipline later on in married life, and working for the public.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, September 24, 2015




PRAYER FOR HOPE


Heavenly Father, help us through these troubling times. Your Word tells us there will be troubling times at the end of the age. We that have weathered a little less than a hundred years have seen many changes in this old world. But, you have been the only thing that has remained constant. You are Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. You are the strength we call on to hold us up when we feel like giving up, Lord, please strengthen us in the faith and continue covering us with Your Grace. Give us the strength to keep fighting the battle with the ways of the World. Also, Lord, please let us hold on to the fact that no matter how evil and disruptive the world is, You are still in control.

Help us hold to Your steady hand and know that whatever we are facing is for our ultimate good. Please give us knowledge that while we are only able to see the present, You see the big picture, the ultimate end of whatever faces each of us. May we all grow in power as to work — your final will for all of us.

We ask for the above in the Holy Name of Jesus Christ, our Savior, and Redeemer. AMEN & AMEN.

Preston T. Duckett, Friday, March 29, 2019.




AN UNEXPECTED PLEASURE


Rose was resting and reading a new book when she heard a knock at the door. She took a quick look in the mirror before answering. To her surprise, young man was holding a beautiful vase filled with Daises, Baby's Breath, Pink Rose's and one gorgeous Red rose that looked like velvet, along with a small envelope. Rose received them and stepped inside placing the lovely crystal vase on an antique, Early American side table that belonged to her grandmother. She removed an envelope containing a card with pink Rose's on it, same as the ones in her flower arrangement.
The card read 'Just Because,' Darling. With butterfly's in her stomach and her heart beating faster, she smiled and held the card to her heart. She was walking to the phone to call her Love; when she heard another knock at the door, as she opened the door a delivery person holding a big carryout bag from Logan's Steak House, he said no mam you don't owe me anything its already been taken care of by a man named Preston. She thanked him and carried the bag to the kitchen. It was a steak, baked potato and salad and a slice of cheesecake. She was happy she had not eaten since breakfast. Rose was headed to her phone to thank her Love as she reached for her cellphone it rang!! It was Preston, so many times that had happened. She thanked him over and over, and he said, “couldn't make it this weekend, so I wanted you to know that you are thought of and loved. Hope you will enjoy all of it with an exceptional love in every thought.” Tears of joy streamed down both cheeks, filling the dimple as Rose retrieved a hand full of tissues to lessen the damage to her makeup.
Many miles away, Preston waited for a moment before breaking the connection. Dreaming of how wonderful it would have been if only he could have made it this weekend as he sat down to an identical carryout from Logan's for his dinner as well. Someone else was also excited, Barron knew Preston would never eat all that Steak without dropping him a slice or two. Two meals to please three parties. Not bad he thought while placing a towel around his neck to protect the Red on red tie Rose had sent him sometime back, one of those other times they were not able to be together. Preston folded his hands and gave thanks to God for the food and Rose.
And true to his expectations, Barron received the very first slice of the Steak, Preston, smiled in satisfaction thanking God, for his lot in life.


Written by Rose and Preston T.
Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Monday, May 27, 2019.


YARN OF LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL


Situated atop the highest point above sea level in North Webb. Not to be confused with the highest hill in East Webb. The little House was not always in its present position. We found the home for sale, near the Alabama and Florida line. The House needed moving so we hired a House Moving firm. They transferred the House for us and set it up on one acre of our small farm in Webb. The House was rather old when we purchased it, and the best guess was it was built either in the lat30’s or the early ’40s.
Sometime in it’s earlier life of the old House, the back porch was closed in, and a bathroom added. This porch covered the entire back area of the House which left a small room off the main bedroom, a laundry area and the bathroom. We started an immediate renovation by applying paneling that was much too dark which meant it was rather dreary inside and the paint my wife chose for the outside turned out to be a mustard color instead of the yellow it was designed to be. My son, Greg and his wife Ann moved into the House with their two children. Stephanie and Bryan, who was the youngest. The House had only two bedrooms, so we renovated the small part of the back porch and put him in there with swinging doors, that were miniature versions of the old Western Saloons, and also bunk bed built against the wall.
As the family outgrew this facility, they had a triple-wide mobile home moved in and the little House was empty for a short time. It acquired the name of Granny’s because my wife wanted to keep the House and store her supply of sewing machines. The sewing machines had to wait a while, at that time we reworked the House for my Grandson, Bryan and his wife, Heather. After they moved out, the front porch fell in, and there was another remodeling project. With this completed, we did put Granny’s machines in the House. After the death of my wife, a good friends brother took on the task of remodeling and did a fantastic job much better than what Greg and I had done. He ripped out all the paneling and painted the natural wood, which was tongue and groove and very beautiful when he finished. Tommy also put on a metal roof, and with that, I moved out of the Big House and
Made granny’s my permanent abode. I love it here, and the old House and I are about the same age. We both have creaks and groans, but otherwise, the fit is fantastic.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett.
Thursday, July 12, 2018.




RADIO TIMES AT WDIG


After a year as manager of WTOT Radio in Marianna, Fl., I returned to Dothan with no regular job. However, I did make some sales for my company, Impact Advertising Agency, but not enough. However, one of the merchants downtown Dothan was Mr. Jake Behr at Carols Dress Shop. Jake kept telling me I should get back into Radio with a show for the young people. He had been a sponsor of the Preston T. Show when it was on WOOF Radio and with his encouragement and that of some others, Nick Saad of Saad's Jewelry, which was downtown at that time. Clyde Townsend of Dothan Honda was becoming a regular sponsor, and with this encouragement, I approached Jess Swicegood at WDIG, who was looking for someone to take the evening shift. That shift started around six o'clock and lasted until ten; there was only one sponsor advertising on this night show, and that was Chandler's Hamburgers. Chandler was only paying one dollar per commercial.
I approached Mr. Swicegood with the Idea that I would work the shift with no salary and pay the Station one dollar for every ad that I added to the show. Do not think what we did was approved by the Federal Communications Commission. We agreed that Chandler would remain at the same price, Impact Advertising would bill any new sponsors at whatever amount I wished to charge, and the Station decided for me to pay them the same price as Chandler was paying. It was rough going for a few months until the listenership and sponsorship built and as it grew we extended until eleven at night and a little later until midnight and the eventually until one o'clock in the morning.
Under this agreement, ultimately made more money thru Impact Advertising than I had made managing some other stations. Times were much more straightforward for everyone in the mid to late 1960s, and the teenagers had to search for things to do, less expensive but still enjoyable. The money situation was tighter then than now, but gas prices were a lot less, and you could ride for a long time on a dollar's worth of gas. All of the above reasons were a big reason why the Preston T. Show impacted the teen's in the 1960s in and around Dothan. The WDIG studios were on the Ross Clark Circle near the Farm Center, many of the "cruisers" as they drove by would blow the horn to hear me say, "Blow that horn again swinger," and of course, I did try to play the music they liked and requested. The phones on that day were landlines mostly and if someone called the station phone and forgot to hang up their phone. On the other hand, deliberately did not hang up, then my phone would be inactive until someone put that phone back on the "hook" as we said in those days. Some of the teenagers discovered this would happen and would call me at the Radio Station from a public pay phone, somewhere in Dothan under the guise of requesting a song. (These phones were usually next to the streets and could be reached by your automobile.) They would then leave the phone off the hook, and all I could get on my phone was the sound of traffic. When this happened, I would open the mike and say something the effect of "hey swingers, somebody has left the phone off the hook somewhere, and from the sound of traffic I guess it is somewhere on the West side of town." At least something like that and then some of the teens would ride around until they found which phone was hanging off the hook and would pick it up and say Hey Preston this phone was off the hook near Chandlers or someplace similar and hang up the phone, which freed my phone for calls to resume. Soon the traffic noise would come again, and a new search was on. On average, this usually happened three or four times a night. These other antics helped the show be more attractive to the audience. No radio or TV show can be productive without the listener's interest, and the teenager's participation there would have never been a Preston T. Show on either Radio or TV. So thank you now that you are older swingers, for your help and input into the show when you were younger swingers. And from my heart, thank you for these memories and especially the fact, so many of you have let me know you remember, a work of love as a radio show from forty-five or so years ago. Thanks again and whatever you do keep swinging and tune in now to WDIG for the same good sounds as we played on the Preston T. Show. Mercy!!!


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, July 16, 2015.






COINCIDENCE OR NOT


Things happen for a reason. Some call it a coincidence, very seldom have things happened to me that did not have some ulterior motive. This morning my car would not start. The battery was dead; I had left the lights on accidentally after driving in the recent rain. Not a big deal, however, when I raised the hood to check on the battery, a kitten sat there looking at me, then skittered down off the engine. Had I been able to start the engine when I first entered the auto it would have, more than likely, caught the kitten in the fan or under a belt, which has happened to me before and it is not very pleasant to the driver or the cat.
Royal Barron had been telling me for the last two days that something was in the car. He would go around barking at each wheel, and even crawled under the auto barking. I kept trying to convince him that whatever had been there was gone now, but Barron, insisted as a dog knows a cat odor when smelling one. So I guess he was right and I was wrong. However, I can never admit that to him, or he would never let me forget it.
Got the battery charger out and had to repair the extension cord before I could make the charger, charge. By the time I accomplished all this, my daily amount of energy was usurped, extinguished, depleted, disappeared, deprecated, and was all gone. Sat down and waited for my second-wind but it never came, and I continued waiting until an hour had passed and I figured I had missed the second-wind, so I kept sitting and waiting.
Thanks to all you lovely folks that called to ask if they could help and bravely I told them we had it under control. I know you are not supposed to tell a lie, but sometimes it seems more comfortable to stretch the truth than to explain. So I told them everything was copasetic.
Truly did miss Church and social gathering after the Church service as well. Understand I missed an excellent sermon at least that is what the Pastor implied. I will have to verify that reply with our sermon committee at our Wednesday meeting. Puts me in mind of a message posted on the bulletin board at the Episcopal Church, “For God So Loved The World He Did Not Send A Committee.”


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Sunday, July 8, 2018.


When we are Young, we make Mistakes 

When we get Older, We regret them.


In a previous short subject, I told you about some of the perks that went with Being a DJ while still using discs, mostly 45’s but sometimes 33.1/3’s. (Started with 78’s but they only lasted a month or so before all the record companies were coming out with 45’s,) One of the perks with the Preston T. Show on WDIG Radio was having a Honda to ride around on all summer, with a sign on the back that read “Ride with Pride with Clyde.” When I first started, Clyde was still winning trophies for his off-road riding skills and had built quite a name for himself before and after opening the Honda Dealership. The first year I think it was a white 125 with the sign mounted to the luggage carrier. The second year we went up in power slightly.
A competitor came by my Advertising Agency Office riding a brand new 250 Kawasaki. He offered to give it to me if I would handle his advertising account at my Advertising Agency. We discussed the situation, and I told him an ad agency would not help him a great deal because his budget was not large enough to warrant that kind of help. He insisted and said he wanted to put the bulk of advertising on the Preston T Show and I explained that I already was doing Honda’s advertising and did not think it was appropriate to take on Kawasaki. He reminded me that I was advertising for competing Autos, Dress Shops, and Men’s Shops. I still had misgivings but agreed to take him. But I would not accept the Kawasaki as a gift, but I would buy it for Ten dollars to make it legal and binding.
The deal done. Mr. Townsand was extremely upset and canceled his advertising with me. At the time, I thought I was right, and Clyde was wrong. However, through the years and agreeing and disagreeing with other deals. I can now see Clyde’s viewpoint, and I am very sorry that I made that decision. If it were to do over would never be done in that manner. Clyde, I can only tell you that I am very sorry it happened and I hope and trust you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I know your respect for me is gone, and I understand that, but again I ask you to forgive me. I can not make any excuse for my action, and the only reason I can give you is that I was Young and just a little bit greedy, and this greed cost me the friendship of a good man. I guess I will have to take my advice and say Mercy, blow that horn again swinger and keep swinging.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, October 21, 2015.



PETS AND THEIR PEOPLE


Through the years, there have been pets in my life. The first was old Jack when I was a small child in North Georgia living up on Jones Mountain, and you may have read about that one already. Different animals thru the years made life better for some of us and not so much for others. Our young Daughter was always trying to get a pet, and finally, we relented for just one. It was a significant boost to her, but she still wanted more than only one. We figured she would out grow this desire for more animals, but she did not. She has a few more than one now, and most of them are ones that have something wrong with them, old age, blindness, etc. I would want a dog for companionship, so she got one for me to adopt. He was a well-mannered dog. On up in age somewhat but still a good dog and would be a good companion. I was unable to take care of him because I did not have a fence to put him in so he could get the proper exercise and go about his business. I have some difficulty with balance and have to use a walker or a cane when I walk. The hip surgery got me out of the wheelchair, but I still have to be careful walking because of my balance. His name was Oreo with one eye missing and a slightly bad back leg. My Daughter agreed to keep him since I was unable to do so. Hated not to be able to keep Oreo but I think my Son-in-Law hated it worse than I did because now he is helping my Daughter take care of him. You youngsters out there that have pets take good care of them. They will give you love in return that will sometimes help you over some ruff (no pun intended) spots. I believe pets teach youngsters to take responsibility and learn not only to give care to the animals but it helps them develop a caring and helping attitude to humans in later life, and it may fall their lot to care for you or another family member somewhere down the road. Should this happen, they are not as likely to resent having to be a caregiver for you or another family member. I do not suggest you force a pet on a child but if they are interested in their own and request one, give it some good thought because it could help them become better adults. The people I knew from the past that were somewhat cruel to animals, usually grew up mistreating either friends or family members with cruelty, especially after marriage. You ladies that are thinking of marrying someone and they have a pet, please observe how they treat that animal, and this will give you some idea of how they will treat you after marriage. Then along came Barron and you know the rest of the story.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, December 30, 2015.




ROYAL BARRON W/ BIGFOOT


Folks, a lot of you know me by now, and you know that I have been a guard dog for about the last eight years and the previous four guarding Mr. Smarty Pants. Now you would think He would have learned to come running when I give my Grand Pa bark which is a great bark and a short one and when put together it is as close to Grand Pa as I can get. But, I can not get him to come to the door fast enough to see Big Foot. I first saw Big Foot last year just before Easter. He is about four feet tall; however, if you include his ears, he is around six feet tall. He goes hippy hop across the one acre that comprises the size of Preston T. (a/k/a Smarty Pants) home site. Big Foot carries a large basket on one arm and jumps in and out of the brier patch that surrounds the property. At each one of the hop’s, he leaves a colored Egg.
I have tried, unsuccessfully, to explain this to Mr. Smarty Pants, but he thinks I am exaggerating the whole incident out of proportion. Even when I get some of the eggs and show them to him, he thinks I have been getting them from his Great-great-granddaughter’s house next door. He says they are Easter Eggs that they hide and let the little one find them, which makes no sense whatsoever.
I took Smarty Pants by the arm and dragged him out to show him the footprints left by Big Foot. He surmised it was kangaroo footprints. Now you and I, both know there are no wild kangaroos in this part of Alabama.
My theory is that he is a Jack Rabbit, that has been on steroids for the past ten years or so.
I have been around Easter bunnies all my life, and this big creature is not an Easter bunny. He is an overgrown Jack Rabbit with an attitude. My new girlfriend and Foxy Fox have seen him. So has Francine, the goat, and the million or more wild cats and kittens that hang around the barn.
I have tried to think of some way to trap him, but they do not build rabbit boxes large enough. And he would rip out of a net, and if I dug a pit, he would hop out of it because he can hop twenty feet high and I would hate to have to throw dirt out of a cavity that deep. The best thing that seems to be is to just tuff it out until Easter, and then he disappears until the next year.


Written by: Royal Barron, Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Thursday, April 11, 2019.




SIDE BENEFITS OF RADIO AND TV


I never tried to talk anyone out of giving me a ticket for speeding. However, the fact that I was involved in the business proved helpful on several occasions. The first one was a vacation trip we were taking to visit my grandparents in North Georgia. An Alabama State Trooper stopped me for speeding in Phoenix City. Occurring back around nineteen-fifty-six or so and when he asked for my license, I opened my billfold to expose the license and handed it to him. The folder on the opposite side held a Press Pass from Radio WOOF. People were more trusting of each other back then, lawsuits were not as common as today, and they did not have to read you your rights and all the excesses they have to provide today. The Trooper looked at my Press Pass and asked if I were working on a news story. I replied no sir we are on vacation. Appearing not to hear me, he said I would just give you a warning and advise you to be careful since you are going on a news story. I was never one to argue with a Policeman on any subject, so I thanked him and told him I was sure Radio WOOF appreciated his help and I knew that it was by me. At which point he folded my billfold and handed it back to me, and I gladly drove off, being sure not to exceed the speed limits.
On another occasion, this time at home on the Ross Clark Circle, where the speed limit is fifty miles per hour. The little Karmann Ghia I was driving was traveling at approximately ten miles over the limit. An Alabama State Trooper pulled me over and when he walked up beside my car that had my name printed in large gold letters on the door. He looked down at the title and then back up at me and said “Damn it, Preston, slow that thing down,” and walked away.
I Was downtown Marianna Florida selling advertising for the Radio Station, and A Policeman stopped me, I handed him my license he looked at my name and asked if I was the Preston T. that was on the radio? Naturally, it was a pleasure to tell him, yes and he gave me a warning ticket and a not too severe a lecture.
When we moved the show to WTVY-TV, we picked up a broader audience because of the power of the station and the newness of Television. I was more recognizable and welcomed in a much friendly manner than when it was just a radio show. I still picked up many warnings but only had to pay for about two speeding tickets. A couple of the police forces were not all impressed by who I was.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, October 11, 2017.




SECOND FAVORITE SWIMMING HOLE


I have written about our favorite swimming hole where we went skinny dipping. Well, this one was not one where we swam “el natural.” because it was too close to Down Town, Talking Rock. There was a dirt road that exited the North end of town, crossed The Rail Road Tracks, also crossing the creek at a location everyone called the place where you ford the stream. This area was built up with stones that allowed you to drive or walk across if you did not mind going thru water that was three or four inches deep. This temporary blockage of the creek caused a washout immediately before the ford area, thus, a beautiful deep place for swimming.
As I have reported to you before the water in Talking Rock Creek was always cold even in the dog-days-of-Summer. The weather was scorching, and two or three of us boys were walking from town, and the water felt so good to our bare feet that we decided to take a quick dip and cool our sweating bodies. So after we had crossed to the other side and knowing this was not a highly traveled road, we shucked our clothes and jumped in the frigid waters for a quick swim. We were splashing around, laughing when we heard the unmistaken sound of a Wagon clanging against the rocks in the dirt road. We all moved to deep water and decided to stay there until the wagon went on past us. Well, this was a local farmer, his wife, and two daughters, and loaded with corn for grinding into cornmeal at the local grist mill which was a little way down this road. Therefore, we figured no problem. But the farmer stopped his two-mule wagon to let his mules take them a refreshing drink. By this time, our bodies were thoroughly cooled, and our lips were turning blue. The farmer knew this, and he also knew what we had done, so he was in no hurry to leave. He sat in the middle of the creek with his wagon and engaged us in a conversation, knowing we only had our heads above water because we did not have any swimwear. So, he had himself a little fun knowing that we were freezing our selves and not daring to get up and go to get our clothes. But the driver was in no hurry, and he kept us at this uncomfortable level for what was only a few minutes but seemed like hours. He, as long last, picked up his reins and clucked to his mules and drove away, leaving us frustrated listening to a series of long, and deep belly laughs.


Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Wednesday, May 22, 2019.

 HOMELESS SIXTEEN YEAR OLD TEEN ACCUSED OF MURDER


A little Red Headed baby boy was born in the Hills of North Georgia around 1915 to a Lady who had lost her Husband just a few weeks before when a Mule kicked and killed him. The family, as most people in that area, in those days, were sharecroppers. She and the older children salvaged what they could out of the harvest.
Times were not right then, especially for a Lady with children to support. They told me she mostly worked and worried her self to death, just four years after the end of her Husband. The older children did what they could to survive and help raise a four-year-old sibling; This young boy shifted from one brother or sister to another. This shifting and abuse from his older children lasted until he was around thirteen years of age.
At this point, he ran away and was entirely alone, his sleeping wherever he could find shelter. Mostly in barns or sometimes under the boulders that protruded out of the hillsides in that part of the country. Food was what small animals trapped or killed with a homemade slingshot. Made from a tree branch that was Y shaped ed and strong enough to support the pull of the rubber bands he had cut out of old inter-tubes, and in those days they were made of real rubber.
When he was not able to have rabbits or squirrels, he would have to slip into hen houses and steal either chickens or eggs to have something to eat. This lifestyle went on until he was sixteen years of age when the Pickens County Sheriff arrested, and, put him in Jail in Jasper, Georgia. It seems that a man had been murdered a couple of days before, in the area of where the Sherriff and witnesses said they had seen a red-headed man running from the scene of where the killing occurred.
I try to think back and walk in these youngsters shoes, and I know that I would be scared stiff being handcuffed and thrown into Jail. He knew he was innocent, but could he prove it. Fortunately, the witness took one look at him and told the Sheriff that he was not the man because the one they saw running away was much older and more massive than him.
Two years later he met a young girl from a nearby farm and started to court her as they said in those days. He made friends with her parents, and the young couple was married six months later, and that was the end of his brushes with the law. Knowledge of this came to me through knowing this man for sixty-two years. I do not tell you his name, because all I ever called him was Daddy or the abbreviated version Dad.
In Memory John S. Duckett, 1915-1977.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, October 27, 2015.


MAN AM I EVER STUCK


Have been in ditches, mud holes, sand pits, two wheels hanging over a deep ditch, missed driveway went hood first into a ditch and a few other times that will come back into my memory after finishing this bit. Yesterday was one of the most embarrassing. Before getting into that, let's talk about the earlier times. Most of the times when getting stuck it was just a matter of getting a little help and I usually was the one pushing from behind and generally behind the spinning wheel and the one with mud all over him. I learned that friendships could be hampered by asking someone to push from behind where all the dirt was being thrown out in chunks. The sand pits usually were no significant problem often rocking back and forth a few times, and you could ease out if you didn't accelerate too fast and make the wheels spin then it would sink and go deeper. I learned to maneuver sand after we moved to Alabama. A friend explained to me, "don't spin the wheels, pull the emergency brake about half way up to reduce the possibility of spinning out." Back in Georgia, on the clay roads, we would try to get something substantial in front of the rear wheels so we could have traction to get out of our mess. Now driving in snow and ice is an entirely different creature. Did it a few times in Anchorage Alaska but I usually wound up in a snow bank and wait for someone to come by and pull me out. The time above that I mentioned was on my Dad's new forty-nine Chevrolet. My first time was driving it, and my date and I parked in one of our favorite places to do little cuddling and maybe stole a kiss or two. A car came up from behind me and knowing we were not supposed to be there. I grabbed the steering wheel and started getting out of there. In the excitement, I could not find the light switch and came to a bumpy stop with the two wheels on the driver's side hanging over a gulley. Still, no lights on as I opened the door and stepped down, and down, and down. I landed at the bottom of the gulley with water running through my clothes and shoes. Had to walk about two or three miles to a farmhouse and woke a farmer and asked him to please pull me out. He did so very reluctantly, and I very slowly gave him the last five dollars I had to my name. We did not report this to her folks but had to try and explain it to my Dad. I did not get to drive his car for a long time after that. The most recent time was maneuvering the rugged terrain near my cottage. It is not easy to walk out there with a walker; therefore, when I go to get the mail or to feed the goat, I use a power chair. One wheel went down a hole and would not go forward or backward. Only one way to take. Got out of the chair and holding on to keep from falling, braced me, and picked the chair up and out of the hole. My ten-pound dog was not a bit of help. He just sat there, laughing at my stupidity.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, Saturday, June 10, 2017.


LOVING GOD, AND LOVING EACH OTHER


I hate to admit the following, but for me loving God is one of the hardest things I have ever tried to do. Is it because He already knows everything, and we feel inadequate to approach Him? Could it be that our upbringing could have distorted the meaning of Love? There are several other ways we could explain it, but it is essential. To have a relationship with God, we must Love Him. It was not that I ever did not Love God; it was that I did not understand how to love Him.
This is where a lot of us trip up and fail to love God adequately.
God knows our thoughts and our wishes, we ask it, and this makes us nervous as well. My words are not taken from the Bible verbatim, but I think it is in there within the overall concept. Why not approach God and ask him to let the Holy Spirit show you how to love God and each other, then be quiet and listen for his answer, and it may come in different ways. It may come in the Pastors sermons, your reading of the Bible, or everyday conversations with others. It may also as it did with me, about this thought or subject. I heard a Christian song by a group of singers, “Loving God - Loving Each Other.” But when you receive it, you will know it is from God, and give him the thanks and praise for it. If you have trouble with this subject or any other, you may start by asking your Pastor for help. He has forgotten more scripture than I even know. There are other scriptures helps, but it is best, to begin with, someone that can understand what you are asking and can help you or at least can point you in the right direction to find the help you need. Remember, let us keep “Loving God and Loving Each Other.”

Never cease to love your fellow Christians ..... Heb: 13-1

God Himself dwells in us if we love one another............1 John 4-12.

We love because He loved us first.....1 John 4-19

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, Monday, June 8, 2015.



MORE OF THE '30s & '40s IN MEMORIUM ALEX CAIN


My Uncle, Mother's youngest brother, caused me several times to receive punishment; He was only about four years older than I was and seemed more like a brother than an Uncle. One time when Mom and Dad were going back to our home, I had stayed a week at my Grand Parents and did not want to go home with them. My Uncle had just the right remedy; his advice was "pick up a couple of these rocks and throw them at your Dad, and he will be afraid of you, then run and he will let you stay with us." The wrong Dad was not afraid that he was a lot faster than I thought, I had only taken about three steps at a run when I felt a firm hand grip my arm and haul me off the ground. While I was dangling there, in mid-air, his other hand grabbed his belt and either undid it or snatched the buckle off. Then I felt severe pain around my buttocks, but I do not think the whipping was as wicked as the laughter from my Uncle as he rolled on the ground with glee. Dad whipped me three times in my life. The first whipping Dad ever gave me, but I will never forget the other two either. I enjoyed one punishment he gave though because he picked my laughing Uncle up off the ground and set him on fire across his backside as well. I never again tried to make my Dad do anything. I discovered it is better to ask someone to do something rather than tell anyone to do anything.
XOX
Many years later, this same Uncle was in the Army during World War II. The War was over, and after his discharge, he moved back to the farm. Grandmother had a flock of gunnies that made an awful racket when someone came in the driveway. My Uncle eventually killed every one of them. He would run out in the fields or in the yard to run them over. His explanation was one night while overseas during the War a flock of them had flown over making a high noise and scared the daylights out of him. He said he hated this foul and would kill everyone he could. My older Uncle was also overseas, and when he came home, he brought back a crate of Camel cigarettes.
My younger Uncle cut a hole in the rear of the container, slipping out packages of cigarettes for him and me. He had taught me to roll my own before he left for the Army. Last time I saw him alive, he still had the curly hair and eyes that seemed to dance with mischief. We lost him last year; we miss you Unk.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett, May 5, 2015.



FATHER-SON TALKS


Most fathers get somewhat queasy when talking with their sons about the delicate subject of the oncoming siege of hormones. God planned marriage to include both mother and father so mother would not have to teach the son and dad would not have to talk with a daughter. The mothers have an even harder time of discussion about the “birds and the bees.”
I know when my time came to talk with my son; he seemed to sense my frustration and hesitancy to broach the subject. You know we never jump into the middle of a problem without some small talk first. So we went through the “how is school, are you playing football again this year and at what position, and so on and so on. We touched all the bases, and I was turning third base and running for home.
I approached with something along this line. Son, you are getting older, and there are some things I need to discuss with you. Do you feel that you want to hang out with the girls lately any more than usual? No was the answer. Have the girls got to look any better to you than usual? No again he replied. Have you found your body responding in any new way when you are with the girls? His response was Dad; what direction is this talk headed? Well, Son I just felt as if it were time for us to get any of our thoughts or fears about the opposite sex out in the open. Do you think we should have this talk? I know there are a lot of questions that need answering in a straight forward manner? Oh, he said as I stood there blushing and not knowing how far I should go with my explanations. Ok I see what you mean, he said, and yes I do think you are right, and yes I believe that it is a good thing to know all you can about the questions that need an explanation and without any embarrassment. I think this is a fantastic idea Dad, and now that you have broached the subject. Therefore, let us get right on board, and no holds barred. This is too important to avoid any of the answers. So come on out with it Dad what part of sex do you want to me to explain to you?

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
September 1, 2017. PrestonTNT.com



Swimming in Talking Rock Creek in the ’30s and ’40s


It seems the water was always cold even in the “Dog Days” of summer, but you could survive it if the outside air were warm enough. It was deep enough in the woods and far enough from the road that we did not bother with bathing suits or swim trunks because it was always just us guys no girls allowed.
We had a rope on a limb we would use to swing out to about the middle of the creek turn loose and drop in. The center part was deep enough to accommodate a dive or cannonball or just a “foot first drop.” Had to be careful because you had to swing far enough out, but not too far, or you could get hurt because it wasn’t very deep around either edge.
There were a lot of huge rocks that were under the water, and you had to make sure you had cleared them before turning loose of the rope. And the same problem existed if one went too far before you turned loose.
We smaller boys, usually stayed in the water until our lips turned blue and then we would get onto the bank. Find a big rock the sun had warmed and soak up the sunshine, dry out, and get warm before jumping back into the cold water. Now you ladies are going to have to ask your husbands about the next statement because I can not express it in words without going across a line that drawn in my head, and mind that I dare not cross. The bigger boys would strip down, but they would not get in the water. At the time, I thought they did not know how to swim, but later I found out the real reasons. We called them “Bank Walkers” they would make fun of us younger boys and strut up and down the bank showing off their suntans, muscles, and physical posture. So we would jump back into the water to get away from their jeers.
I won’t mention the names of the older boys because some of their family might resent my intentions, besides later, as we grew up to be the big boys, we would repeat the ritual. You think we would have known better, but after all, it had helped us to mature and not take any ribbing too seriously, and I guess we owed it to the younger generation to let them experience things that would assist them to survive in the big world they were to face in the very near future. I guess you could say we were just good citizens, doing our civic duty giving back to our community and delighted to be able to accomplish it.
I never heard of a Bank Walker drowning, but I did hear that some of them did get mugged by a bunch of young kids. with bathing suits or swim trunks because it was always just us guys no girls allowed.

YOU CAN NOT BUY LOVE OR FRIENDSHIP


The above is a very accurate statement; you can not buy Love, it goes deeper than just the surface; it includes respect, admiration, loyalty, and the enjoyment of just being with each other. You can not rent it either and what you are buying or renting is Lust, not Love. Love and friendship can be earned, but only with diligence, patience, and giving in to someone else a lot of the time. Some people will not or cannot open themselves to Love or friendship. With these people try to be friends and show them kindness, but help them even when they don't ask for it. A lot of people feel they have many friends, but in reality, most of us have many people that are on a friendly basis with us. However, we can count all our real friends on the one hand. (This bit will have to wait for another time.) To have a friend, you have to be a friend, one that will go when needed and not expects anything in return. But "being used" is what you have to be careful of as you travel along this road. There are those that will try to have a one-sided friendship, and this will not work. As in Love, a bond must be a two-way street. When the good Lord has given you that good friend or that fantastic Love, you will find it was all worth the effort. Then the time comes again to Thank and Praise God for all His blessings and this newfound fortunate turn of events.

Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
July 11, 2015.


ROYAL BARRON ADVENTURES


For all you folks that are not familiar with my reason for living with Preston T. Three years ago, I retired from the Undercover activity of the Canine Armed Brigade. Do not be too surprised if you have never heard of it because it is so Secret that even the Secret Service has never heard of it.
This Brigade works underground and undercover to investigate and punish those that mistreat any animals. My last capper was in North Carolina and had to do with crooks in the chicken business.
Well the Fan Club for Preston T. hired me to protect the life because of threats he received from the left because of his speaking out for President Trump while he was still candidate Trump.
You would think that someone who had been around so long would know how to protect themselves. Not so with this naïve, trusting soul that believes everyone is trustworthy and friends.
I have started referring to Preston T. as Mr. Smarty Pants because he thinks I am just a dog and never takes me seriously. He is not bi-lingual, has no concept of the animal language and only understands me when I bark long, and one short bark and it is a Grand-pa yell, and he understands that either someone is at the door or else he had better let me out, or I will mess things up. The grandpa bark usually gets him to take his head out of the computer and let me out.
There is some good news, Ms. Foxy Fox lives within walking distance of me, and when she calls I respond with a great deal of anticipation. She told me yesterday that she was with child. Have submitted a DNA test to make sure of their parenthood. Foxy is upset about any doubts I have, but after all, a man cannot be too careful.
Smarty Pants is up to his regular tactics of pretending to give me a ride on his power chair with him, and then sneaking in medication, haircut, bath, or a trip to the Vet. Always has been devious with me along this line and so I have learned not to get up in his lap for a ride on the power chair and have learned to outrun it.
That is about all the information I can provide you with for now because I do not have time to testify before the liberal house and Senate. Working on a new adventure and as soon as it is safe, I will inform you of its outcome. Until next time, I would like to leave you with this thought. No matter how good you are, there is always somebody gooder, and no matter how bad you may be, there is still someone a little badder.

Written by Royal Barron, Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire.
Published and Copyrighted by Preston T. Duckett,
Friday, June 14, 2019.