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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















                                                 FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING


We met some fifty years ago; I was handling Advertising for your Company. You were in charge of your husband’s office, and I was a typical salesperson. Your husband was late returning from a meeting, and you graciously made me comfortable with a cup of coffee. We chatted about the usual things, spouses, children, pets, hobbies, and as I was in the Radio conversation naturally turned to music. Also, the pros and cons to the type music our station played and found we were both interested in classical music as well. It seemed we had a lot of common beliefs, desires, and projects. I still have the Bach Album you gave me, and whenever played it brings back pleasant memories of that first meeting. In the sales business it usually is a disappointment when a client is late for a meeting, but after the second cup of coffee, I was beginning to hope he would be another thirty minutes late for our meeting. However, alas all good things must end.
You and your husband became friends with my wife and me for many pleasant dinner dates with the weekend picnics, water skiing and pleasant conversations and lovely times in general. For the remainder of the year, we would see each other about every two weeks while checking on advertising for your company. With most accounts, it was a monthly meeting, but I used the excuse of more often because I enjoyed talking with you and sometimes having lunch with you and your husband. At the end of the year, it was promotion time for your family and my wife, and I moved out of town for a job change and promotion as well. Both of us lost contact. We moved back locally thirty years ago, and six years ago, I lost my better half. The news came to me from a mutual friend that you had lost yours three years ago. Please accept my condolences for the loss of your Husband. I will be in your City the middle of next week, and I would very much like to see you and maybe have lunch and a little time to catch up on the last forty years. There is no ulterior motive in this invitation except for two old friends to talk for a while. Living alone does get lonesome at times, but overall my life is complete. There are times other human connections are welcome, and to me, this is one of those times. I do not expect the relationship to go any further than a few luncheons and hopefully a few dinners. However, should a friendship grow this would be nice as well. Looking forward to seeing you again and I hope things are going well with you and yours. I am looking forward to a renewing an old friendship, how about Noon Wednesday. {CONTINUED}


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, April 25, 2017


FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING (CONT)


(For the benefit of you that may not have read the first part of this event I was waiting at a restaurant for a lady that had lost her Husband three years ago and I had lost my Wife three years before that. We were away from each other for the last forty years. Therefore, I was not positive she would show.)

After waiting about fifteen minutes at the restaurant, at a table by, the window sipping slowly on a cup of coffee, I saw my old friend drive in and park. I walked to the car and opened her door. We stood there, and as we shook hands, I held hers in both of mine, expressing how glad I was to see her and again that I was sorry to hear of her husband's demise. She said cancer had won the battle after five years of struggling with chemo, radiation, and severe pain. As she was tearing up, responded that the pain and suffering were so high it was almost a relief when he died.
To relieve some of the sorrowful memory, we walked toward the building as I explained that my wife’s death was from a plane crash in the mountains where there were no survivors. Approaching the building, I again held the door open and as we reached our table, pulled a chair out for her. The waiter appeared immediately and asked if we were ready to order.
She turned to me and said, please order for both of us. I replied if I get off track and start ordering something you dislike you speak up, and we will change to something else. I was not sure that I remembered what her tastes were from forty years ago. I ordered the house salad with chicken and a lite ranch dressing. The ordering took care of, I reached across the table taking both of her hands in mine returned thanks for the time together and the food.
We chatted all during the meal about the trivial things we had encountered since we parted company all those years ago. After the meal I ordered coffee, and we continued with the catching up. It was very dark when we left the restaurant, and as we stood beside her car, we shook hands again and exchange pleasantries about the meal and meeting again. I opened the door for her and asked if she would like me to pick her up Sunday morning and attend services at her church. She agreed, and I told her that I would follow her home to make sure she arrived safely and that way I’d remember where to pick her up Sunday.

{TO BE CONTINUED}


Preston T. Duckett Friday, April 27, 2018



FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING (3)


Driving home late night after a delightful evening and a delicious dinner all seemed right with the world. It has been a practice of mine and has been for several years, Especially after losing my wife, when I drive I talk to God. This time was no exception, now God you know the situation and we both wish to do what You will altogether, so I am asking you to move this situation along in the right order. If we are supposed to continue and try building a lasting relationship, please open that door and if not please close it. God has done this for me all through life, and I do not expect him to stop now.
If Rose, the lady I have been discussing for the last two times and now on number three, is to be just a ship passing in the night. I do not wish to get deeply attached and face heartbreak and disappointment. However, it would be delightful to have an excellent, lovable companion and never would it take the place of my first wife nor would I want to replace her first Husband. If things should work to our advantage, then I would like very much for us to build an exceptional relationship.
Trying not to borrow any trouble or cause any, talking with God once again. Father, I know you want only the best for both of us, and that is what we want from you. Not trying to pressure You in anyway Lord, but it has been a long six years since losing the love of my life. It does get lonely on those long nights. However, not our will but Yours be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.
Could not help feeling giddy as a teenager thinking about the possibilities of the future. Right now all I could think about was Sunday morning and seeing Rose once again. Silly things started running thru my mind like what kind of cologne and aftershave to use. What suit to wear and which tie. Always since being grown and after marriage I have used the same cologne and reached into the closet and pulled out an outfit and put it on. Now for some reason it was going to take a lot of deciding what to wear and what to do and say.
It seemed to be a long time until Sunday and wondering and thinking about the outcome will keep me from sleeping as I should for the next few days. Can not help but wonder, what do you have in store for us Lord. And why am I in such an emotional tizzy over the whole situation. Can not seem to get Sunday off my mind or keep anything else on it. It is sure a good thing I am retired otherwise I would not be able to get any work done and that smell of something burning. Oh well, I didn't need that toast anyway.

{TO BE CONTINUED}


Preston T. Duckett Saturday, April 28, 2018



FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING (4)


Picked Rose up at her house this morning at around nine-thirty Sunday School starts at ten O’clock and it is only a ten-minute drive from her home to Church, but this will give us a few minutes to talk and still be early. Rose was her usual beautiful self. I could not help but feel a little bit of pride to have such a lovely lady on my arm as I escorted her down the aisle. Heads turned to see who Rose was with as we approached a pew near the midsection of the Church. I held her elbow as she glided into the bench.
The service proceeded with the usual standing and sitting, and the Choir was in rare form, and the entire facility flowed with a procession, and before I realized it, the sermon was over. We were headed out of the Church shaking the Pastors hand and commenting on the graciousness of the lecture. As we approached the car and as I held the door open asked her if she had anything planned for this afternoon. When she answered no I said how about lunch and then afterward maybe a stroll thru the park so we could talk in private.
We arrived at a restaurant where I had previously booked a reservation. As I pulled the chair out Rose asked was I so sure she would come with me that I made the reservation. I laughed and told her no, but I sure was hoping we could have this time together. Again we held hands across the table as I said grace. Lunch was excellent, and the talking was going very well, so we ordered a cup of coffee and chatted some more.
We walked the short distance to the park, finding a bench in a shaded area near the lake. We sat and discussed the plans for the rest of the afternoon and evening. I was trying to be very careful not to go to fast on any ideas until we had time to work through them. I would start a sentence, and as I paused to be sure I did not speak out of line, she would finish the thought identical to the way I was thinking. She would start another view and as she paused, I would end it. We both felt this was a sure sign that we were on the right track. However, we believed we should go slow and be in prayer for any plans for a long-term relationship. We enjoyed each others company so much that each of us felt at this moment that it was full speed ahead, but we laughed and reminded ourselves of the promise to pray and wait for complete approval from a higher authority and besides we needed to see how the children felt about what we were vaguely hinting.
Driving her back home and as we approached the door, she turned and asked if I would like to come in for a cup of tea or coffee. I explained that I would love it but did not think it was the right thing to do at this time. With that, I extended my hand and as she reached for mine, I brought it to my lips and kissed her hand as we said goodnight.


{TO BE CONTINUED}


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, Apri FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING (4)


Picked Rose up at her house this morning at around nine-thirty Sunday School starts at ten O’clock and it is only a ten-minute drive from her home to Church, but this will give us a few minutes to talk and still be early. Rose was her usual beautiful self. I could not help but feel a little bit of pride to have such a lovely lady on my arm as I escorted her down the aisle. Heads turned to see who Rose was with as we approached a pew near the midsection of the Church. I held her elbow as she glided into the bench.
The service proceeded with the usual standing and sitting, and the Choir was in rare form, and the entire facility flowed with a procession, and before I realized it, the sermon was over. We were headed out of the Church shaking the Pastors hand and commenting on the graciousness of the lecture. As we approached the car and as I held the door open asked her if she had anything planned for this afternoon. When she answered no I said how about lunch and then afterward maybe a stroll thru the park so we could talk in private.
We arrived at a restaurant where I had previously booked a reservation. As I pulled the chair out Rose asked was I so sure she would come with me that I made the reservation. I laughed and told her no, but I sure was hoping we could have this time together. Again we held hands across the table as I said grace. Lunch was excellent, and the talking was going very well, so we ordered a cup of coffee and chatted some more.
We walked the short distance to the park, finding a bench in a shaded area near the lake. We sat and discussed the plans for the rest of the afternoon and evening. I was trying to be very careful not to go to fast on any ideas until we had time to work through them. I would start a sentence, and as I paused to be sure I did not speak out of line, she would finish the thought identical to the way I was thinking. She would start another view and as she paused, I would end it. We both felt this was a sure sign that we were on the right track. However, we believed we should go slow and be in prayer for any plans for a long-term relationship. We enjoyed each others company so much that each of us felt at this moment that it was full speed ahead, but we laughed and reminded ourselves of the promise to pray and wait for complete approval from a higher authority and besides we needed to see how the children felt about what we were vaguely hinting.
Driving her back home and as we approached the door, she turned and asked if I would like to come in for a cup of tea or coffee. I explained that I would love it but did not think it was the right thing to do at this time. With that, I extended my hand and as she reached for mine, I brought it to my lips and kissed her hand as we said goodnight.


{TO BE CONTINUED}


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, April 29, 2018



FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING (5)


The six-and-a-half hour trip back home was over before I realized it. Time flies when you are having fun. I was having a wonderful mind trip of all the select future dates with Rose along with the possibility of a lifetime together. Then a red flag appeared in my mind that I might be just a bit presumptions. I was looking at life from my side of the picture, and we had not discussed anything as in-depth as marriage. As beautiful and stylish as Rose is I know she has turned down several suitors that were closer to her age than the twelve years I am her senior.
When I arrived home first, I let Royal Barron out for a walk, after almost getting licked to death in his appreciating the fact that I made it home before he starved to death. The next project on the agenda satisfied my hunger which I did with a ham and cheese sandwich with my desert specialty Jello. My cooking leaves a lot to be desired, and I am the only person I know that can scorch water. I boiled six eggs and started writing on something, forgetting about the eggs until Baron began barking. When I went into the kitchen the smoke was very thick, and the eggs were very burned, all that was left was black spots in the bottom of a now waterless cooker that had to throw it away, could not even get it clean with steel wool.
A call to my Daughter to let her know I had made the trip and came home in one piece was the next thing on the agenda. With my usual enthusiasm and positive attitude explaining to her how beautiful Rose was and what a fantastic time, we had that Sunday, how lovely it would be to have a companion again. She retorted Dad, I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I think you need to do some serious thinking. How do her children feel about this, how does Rose say about it? What would she do if you had to go into a Hospital or nursing home and then she would have to decide between trying to stay with you and being away from her family. You have jumped ahead of yourself again, which you have done most of your life. Mom is not here to anchor you now, so I guess it is up to me to get you to slow down, and think this thing through with all the pros and cons. You are right about one thing; you did rain on my parade, and also burst my balloon. I also know that you are right in both aspects.
I was not very happy with the mental let down. However, I knew she was right so now I have several more sleepless nights hashing all these new negative thoughts over and over in my mind. I will call Rose and run some of these things past her so we both can lose sleep, misery loves the company you know.


Preston T. Duckett Monday, April 30, 2018



FORTY YEARS AND COUNTING CONT (6)


Have been taking orders since I was born, August 1, 1933. Do not remember the very early years but I know they gave me orders because I remember orders being given shortly after birth. I thought all my bossing around was behind me, when I retired at the age of eighty but it seems that now Children have become the parents and we have reverted to being bossed again. After my daughter set me to thinking about some of the pitfalls of going full speed ahead on the relationship I called Rose, she informed me she had called a family meeting to find out from her son and daughter, grandchildren, etc. how they each felt about our relationship. Rose said she laid out the situation for them about the meetings we had together and the deep attraction each of us have for the other. For some reason, they could not accept that Mom could be attracted to anyone that they could only see occasionally and besides it was too far from home. Besides he is a lot older than you and will be subject to go into a nursing home or die. Then you would be so far away from home that we would not get to see you. And your grandchildren will grow up without you around and Mother, please consider all these things and weigh what you think you would gain with a close connection with this person and what you would lose with the present family that loves you very much. Now the above is not a quote on the exact order of the meeting but cutting to the heart of the matter the meeting did not go well. So now we were back to bucking family dissatisfaction or buckling under to their request or as it seemed to us their demands. We would get married with or without the blessing of our offsprings had we been able to connect a few years earlier.
We prayed about the problem and believed we were led to follow the suggestions of our children, after all, they did have a massive stake in the situation, Several days of due consideration and several phone calls we finally came up with what we feel is a workable plan.
Rose and I decided to slow down the process of our thinking and bite the bullet letting time work in our favor. Give my daughter time to reconcile to the situation and get to know and love Rose as I knew she would. also to give the children that Rose belonged to time to know and love me. I don’t think that would be an impossible task except for the distance we are apart and the difficulty of getting everyone together to see an incredible love that Rose and I enjoy.
We decided to give in to the wishes of our junior family members and let the situation work itself out. We are giving in, but we are not giving up. I will try to keep you our Facebook family posted with reports now and again. Hang in there with us and wish us the best. Thanks again for all your interest and support Rose and I both thank you very much.


{NOT GIVING UP TO BE CONTINUED}


Preston T. Duckett Tuesday, May 1, 2018


JOY HEALTH AND HAPPINESS.


These are things most of us desire, joy health and happiness; we try several ways throughout life to set them in motion. We try it with work to make money, which many people believe is a necessity. We exercise. Run, swim and join a Gym. Change our diet and try to eat right. Also, one of the biggest things we work is love. We cannot find love in the places we first try, and when we meet the right person, we unite for life. All of the above things contribute to what we desire, but all are temporary except for merging with Jesus and marrying the right person.
We need a job to supply an existence, and we need to stay healthy as much as possible. Happiness is often a fleeting commodity. For finding true and permanent joy and happiness, diligently study God’s Word in the Holy Bible. There will still be times of trouble even for Christians, but the knowledge that God is with us will sustain and carry us through any difficulties. Lift up your head and open your heart to allow God the opportunity to protect and provide for you and yours. Keep the faith and count it all for joy.
An excellent place to start this journey is in a right Bible believing and teaching Church, Hope to see you in Church somewhere this Sunday and every time after that. Your life will improve in many ways so what have you got to lose?


Preston T. Duckett February 6, 2016, PrestonTNT.com








HAPPIER TIMES AT 1116 DOZIER STREET IN DALTON 30’s and 40’s


When we first moved to Dozier Street in Dalton, Ga. It was still out in the country part of town and even very rural. We had a path leading to an outhouse about one-hundred-fifty feet from the house. On the right hand, side of that trail was a double clothesline and on the left was the garden site. In the backyard was a large weeping willow. It had limbs all the way to the ground and was so thick you could not see in or out through those limbs. We played under those limbs a lot and here is where I got my first kiss. I have changed her name just in case she is married now and has a husband that might take a notion and come looking for me. I was somewhat of a fast learner when I was young. I cannot 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 quickly to my lips, Monica Westwood, and it was my first time falling in love. This kiss 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. However, 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 the weeping willow tree with the limbs hanging down to the ground. You had to take your hands and separate the arms 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 backs against the tree when Monica turned to me with her hand on my shoulder and looking me in the eyes; our faces close together. I could feel her warm, sweet breath as her arms went around my neck and my sleeves slipped around her waist (well I had to do something with them), and it came so naturally. Then the kiss, which was soft as her moist lips met mine and the world spun out of control. This sensation of excitement kept increasing, followed by a loud buzzing noise, lightning flashing thru my brain; the earth trembled as stars seemed to circle in my head, accompanied by the best 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-three plus years old, that makes it somewhat 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, and I was seven years of age. As I told you, I am now eighty-three plus and still trying to fall in Love at least a dozen more times before this life ends, and our wings get in the way of hugging. I am sure there will be hugging in Heaven; it is such a beautiful thing to do.


Preston T. Duckett June 30, 2015


PLEADING FOR POWER AND KNOWLEDGE


Gracious Heavenly Father, thank You for all blessings given to us out of the

abundance of Your Grace and Glory.
Father, we know you are aware of all the worlds problems and that You have your hands on the controls and that you are in complete control and know the starting and finishing of every action and reaction on earth and in the entire Universe. You also know what will ultimately what will happen and when it will occur. Please forgive our weakness and fears because we are not privy to the knowledge available to You. We only know what we read in Your Holy Word, and it gives us the results and, we know what will happen. We do not know when and realize that is a useful and beneficial advantage to us.
Forgive us when we see the World falling apart with no apparent way of correcting it. We know You have it under control, but we are weak and terrified of the mess as we see it. Please give us the wisdom to understand, and Your strength to hold on and carry through for what you have us scheduled to handle in our lifetime.
Thank You for sending Your Son to pay the price for our sins and let Your Spirit guide us through the turbulent times and keep us under Your protective arms. We ask this in the Holy Name of Jesus Christ. Amen


Preston T, Duckett Friday, April 27, 2018









THREE DOOR EMBARRASSMENT


My daughter was a student at Dothan High School, and my son was at Young Junior. The mini convertible you saw in the parades for a few years had a blown engine, and I had to have transportation to get to work, so I confiscated the auto the kids were using to go to school. I found one for them a Chevrolet that was in excellent condition except for the rear door on the passenger side had a small dent where an eighteen-wheeler bumped it and caved it in, and it also had a had a hubcap missing, I guess the hubcap of that side came off in the wreck. Went out to Don Clements family Junkyard, I am sorry to let us get this politically correct, in DON'S FAMILY USED PARTS. and bought two hubcaps, as one was missing off each side of the Chevrolet. When I put the hubcaps on it was a mismatch, this was problem number two and upset the children more than the smashed in the rear door. Don and the crew did not have any that matched the ones on the Chevy, so I took the front hubcap off and put it on the driver’s side then I took the two that I got from Don and placed them on the passenger side. When my daughter complained that the hubcaps still did not match, I explained to her that no one was going to be able to see both sides of the car, and they would not notice they did not match by the time they got around to the other side. It made good sense to me but for some reason, she and her brother never did see my logic, but we left them on there. I drove the old Ford and the family car at that time was a four-hole Buick that my wife operated.
. I do not remember what we did with that three-door model, may have unloaded it on Don. I reminded my daughter about the 1938 Chevrolet “old Betsy” that I had to drive my senior year in Geneva. Did not impress her very much but I still love that old car. The thing I liked about the transmission, even though it was a three in the floor stick shift I could change gears without touching the clutch. Another good thing was I did not have to remove my arm from around the beautiful blonde sitting beside me. I learned to shift with my right foot, by shoving it into second and then hooking my toe on it and pull it back down in high gear. When I took my drivers test on “old Betsy,” I was only fifteen, so I lied about my age. The Alabama State Trooper during the driver's test kept flipping a bird mounted on the dash. He said, “doesn’t this bother you?” I cockily replied, “no Sir I have been driving a car all my life and have never had a wreck.” He said, “no son you have been driving a wreck all your life and have never had a car.”


Preston T. Duckett Sunday, July 3, 2016


YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK


I had broached the subject of optimism and pessimism before on Facebook and had good and bad reports from the issues. I am an optimist and try to keep my glass half full instead of half empty. Many of you have heard this expression many times in your life.
Giving you the benefit of the doubt, a lot of us are both at some juncture in our lives. Optimistic people seem to be more jovial and happy than their counterparts, and a lot more pleasant to be around than those that take a negative approach.
It is difficult to always be on top forever, but even when you are down, you can sometimes talk yourself back up by speaking it into existence.
We are what we think and what we utter. The music we like or dislike influences our existence, as do the thoughts we think and the deeds we do. The people we surround ourselves with, birds of a feather flock together. The books we read and the pictures we look at all influence us.
With the last thought above one of the most dangerous things that can drag you down is pornography. If you watch it on the internet, in magazines or any other method of being around it, will drag you down into a desperate and profoundly sinful frame of mind and scorch your conscience so severely you will convince yourself that you are not doing anything wrong. This is one of the points in my life that I have a battle with. When Satan tempts in this or any category relief is just a prayer away. I do not claim perfection, but I do ask Jesus to give me wisdom to know, the power to withstand, and sensitivity to realize when things are slipping into the mind that should not be there.
A lot of the time we get into problems without realizing it because they ease in a little at the time and before we know it we are in full blown trouble. Like to old story of putting a live frog in a pot of cold water and slowly increase the heat until he cooks and he does not realize the temperature and by the time he does he is no longer active enough to jump out of the container.
If you take nothing from this writing except a belief in Jesus as your Savior, and that he died was buried and on the third day arose again. And you ask for his forgiveness and sincerely pray to him, confessing your sins your reward includes everlasting life in the most beautiful place in God’s magnificent Universe.


Preston T. Duckett Friday, April 20, 2018



PRAYER FOR WISDOM AND POWER


Heavenly Father, we come to you with a thankful yet a heavy heart. Thankful for the multiple blessing extended to all of us, and sorrowful for all who have abandoned You, Your Word, and Your ways. Your word tells us that in the end times people will turn away from You, and become lovers of themselves and of the worldly ways. This scenario is being played out with more gusto and diligence than anytime in my memory of eighty-four plus years. There is now no regard for human life, as witnessed by the mass bombings, and shootings, not to mention the millions of infants aborted each year. When someone is caught committing a crime of any sort is only remorseful for getting caught, never for committing the crime.
Lord, bring to us as a nation and as an individual peace, and a return to the Christian ethics that we were brought up understanding and believing.
We need to return to the time when we proudly proclaimed Your Holy Name without worrying about hurting someone's feelings. We need to replace prayer back into the Schools and believe the Bible is indeed the inspired word of God.
Kindle a fire of Revival in our Hearts and Souls that will revitalize our Country and bring us back to the servitude and humility of love and devotion to You and Your Holy Word. Grant us a favor in Your sight, wisdom to pursue, strength to hold on, and knowledge to chart, and follow the proper course. These favors we ask in the Precious Name of Your Son Jesus. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Thursday, May 3, 2018







IT IS A DOGGONE SHAME


I’m sorry folks, but that is the best I can say for Preston T. He out sneaked me again. He coaxed me into a false sense of security by letting me ride shotgun with him to the Bank, Drugstore two or three days before he got up before daylight while I was still half asleep and coxed me up in his lap for a ride in his power chair. I realized I was in trouble when he opened the car door and deposited me in the drivers seat and slammed the door. He put his power chair back in the house and came out on his walker and I tensed on my legs to make a lunge out the door. However, he was too fast for me and stopped my leap with one of his fat arms.
I realized that I was further in trouble when I smelled the vet’s clinic. So I thought it was just to get a couple of shots and so I gritted my teeth and tried to bear it. After the injections, I heard the vet ask his assistant to hand him a thermometer when I opened my mouth to receive it there was a sharp pain, and then I remembered that same thing happened last year.
I felt a great deal of relief when this pretty young lady picked me up and was gingerly rubbing my beautiful long hair. All you guys out there remember you can not judge a book by its cover. This lovely creature held me on a table while another equally beautiful woman cranked up a lawnmower and ran it all over my body. I looked down at the floor, and my hair was all over the floor and to make matters worse they took an electric razor all around where they had recently received my temperature.
After doing all this to me as if that wasn’t enough, they put me in a sink. Hitting my delicate skin with cold water which turned to hot very shortly. The young ladies finally regulated it correctly. Some sweet smelling shampoo was used and then while I was enjoying the warm water and suds. One of the ladies remembered they had not given me a pedicure. On and on it went, and when I thought they surely had finished, they wrapped me in dry towels and stuck me in a cage, and one of the ladies ask if she should call Preston T. now? The other one said no we'll do it right after lunch.
When the lunch break was over a male assistant carried me out to where Preston T. was waiting in his car. The young man handed me through the window.
I was still pretty upset about the whole situation and was riding low in the car because I did not want anyone to see me naked. To make matters worse, Preston T. put a sweater on me and in his haste put the blame thing on backward. I kept trying to tell him my legs were not long enough to fit in that thing. I guess he figured out what was wrong and put it on me correctly, but I was able to get it off after the second time outside. I think I will stay here behind the couch for a few days until my hair grows back.


Royal Barron Esquire, Pomeranian Extraordinaire April 20, 2018 .



PRAYER FOR OUR NATION


Kind and Gracious Heavenly Father, Your Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Please give us the wisdom to fear You Almighty God. The fear of God as we understand it is not fear and trembling but a respect, reverence, and awe of Your Almighty Power. We also understand that while you are a loving and forgiving God, that you also are a just and efficient Father and while you will forgive us of our sins when we confess and ask leniency, You also tell us in Your Word, that if we misbehave there are consequences. Some people use your Grace and forgiveness and think that gives them a license to Sin anytime. Please give us the wisdom to come to you when we do misbehave and ask forgiveness but also enough wisdom not to continue following our old sin pattern.
We also pray for our Nation, the President. Vice President and all those in leadership roles open their hearts, and minds, to be led by the Holy Spirit. We, as a Nation, are fast following in the footsteps of Babylon, Rome, Sodom and Gomorra, with our many sins and transgressions. Dear Jesus please forgive us as a Nation and draw us back into your protective arms and God Bless America Again. We present these requests in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, Your Son, and our Redeemer. Amen and Amen.

Preston T. Duckett Psalms 19:14 Saturday, May 5, 2018








MEMORIES FROM THE EARLY NINETEEN FORTIES


These lovely young ladies were both my Aunts. Pearl Cain Perry, on the left, is an Aunt by birth and Louise Cain, an Aunt by marriage. The car in the background is the one that later became my first automobile “Old Betsy.” I have written about the car before. The picture was around 1942 or 1943, and the auto was a 1938 Chevrolet.
Aunt Louise was located by Uncle Doyle somewhere up around Ellijay Georgia. Ellijay was about five miles north of Talking Rock Georgia, and Jasper Georgia is five miles South of The Talking Rock community. When Uncle Doyle and Aunt Louise were married, I was around ten years of age and a tremendous crush on Aunt Louise. She was one of the most beautiful ladies I had met at that time. A short time before her death Aunt Louise and Uncle Doyle came through Dothan Alabama on the way from Panama City Florida to their Home in Atlanta Georgia. Doyle called and asked if I could meet them for a cup of coffee and at that meeting I had a chance to tell Aunt Louise and Uncle Doyle about how I had a big crush on her and how beautiful she always appeared. It was an excellent visit, and I am delighted that I was able to express to her how I had felt like as a ten-year-old and how in both of our advanced age, how beautiful she was still.
Aunt Pearl, at the time of this picture, was already married, or soon would be to Uncle J. D. Perry. (I am not sure, but I somehow seem to remember his complete name was James David. However, everyone always called him J. D.) Aunt Pearl did a lot of the milking as we grew up and taught me the right way to milk a cow in such a way so she didn’t try to kick the milk bucket over and in the process get a strike at the person milking as well. Aunt Pearl had a younger sister that thought she was to close to my age for me to call her Aunt Dorothy. She always asks that I called her Dot or Dorothy even when we were both grown.
If you have read any of my recollections about the early years of my life you know that a great deal of those years was spent living with Grandma and Grandpa, therefore my Uncles and Aunts seemed more like brothers and sisters than Uncles and Aunts. Uncle J. L. was the oldest of the Uncles, then Uncle Doyle and Uncle Alex. In the Aunt Department, it was Aunt Artie Mae, Aunt Pearl, and Aunt Dorothy. All of this writing popped into my head when I saw a copy of the Photo on Facebook on my timeline a year ago. Thanks to Cousin Johnny Perry.

Preston T. Duckett Friday, May 4, 2018


A PRAYER FOR THE RETURN OF CHRISTIAN VALUES


Heavenly Father, Your Word tells us of troublous events near the end times, before your second coming. No man knows the day or the hour for your return. However, it appears to be closer than any time I can remember in the eighty-four plus years you have granted me on this planet. Praise and Thank You for this time and the many blessing you have given to us all.
Our moral values have deteriorated. People are afraid to do or say anything because It might upset someone or cause hurt feelings. We walk as if on eggshells afraid to even Praise Your Holy Name. And we have lost all respect for You and each other. Mass shootings beginning to be the trend, no longer are we satisfied with trying to get even with only one person but we have to see just how many we can take with us.
Dear Lord send us a revival that will return some semblance of order and prepare us for Your return. Bring us and our family and friends back into your presence. Save the lost souls that feel what they are doing is not sin but perfectly fine because times have changed. Lord, let us realize that you have not changed and will not change and that you are the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. Bring us back into your fold and Sheppard us as in the days of yore.
We ask for your forgiveness and blessings for our Country and leaders from the President, Vice President, and others all the way down to our local officials. And guide us in the elections coming shortly to choose people that know and Honor Your Holy Name. We ask for this in the precious name of Jesus. Amen and Amen.


Preston T. Duckett Psalm 19:14 Sunday, April 22, 2018







PRAYER FOR FACEBOOK FRIENDS


Heavenly Father, Praise your Holy Name. May our actions, deeds, and words, honor you in every way. May the words from my lips and the Mediations of my heart always be acceptable to you. Thank You, Lord, for giving us this and every day. Thank you for the times you have extended our lives, so we honor you now one day at a time.
Lifting our Facebook friends up to you and ask your blessings on them. Jesus, You know their names and needs. Lord, those that need healing we pray for healing, and for those that have lost loved ones or those suffering unbearable pain, please give them peace and comfort. Those suffering from depression we ask you to settle their nerves and provide them with a correction from the recession.
Once again, Lord, we thank you for giving us your protection, Grace, and Forgiveness from our missteps and sins. Please lead guide and direct our coming and going and may we always honor you.