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
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
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
Worry was keeping me awake last evening and not being sure of what I should be worried about, I just worried about everything. In the middle of this worry session and pity party, I was, reminded of what an old friend always said when someone was concerned. His name was O. B. Farmer, and the most I remember about him was that he had a stutter but would still come out with, “don’t worry about the Mule going blind just load the wagon.” Most of you younger folks may have trouble knowing about mules and wagons, but to us old farm boys in the 1950’s this made a lot of sense. The central theme, of course, was don’t worry about what you can or can not help. First if the mule went blind you could handle the situation in several different ways. First of all if you had another mule you could swap out for another mule and go on to make the delivery. Another thing that could be done was to walk up front with the mule and assist him with the walking by leading him. Even if he could not see he knew if you were leading him it would be safe for him to walk where ever you led him. In either situation you could cease your worry because there is always a solution. If there seems to be no answer in our thinking then it is better to consult a higher power and turn your problem over to Jesus and let his Spirit lead you through the trouble. For God there, are not problems that need you to worry. Just figure a setback is an opportunity for growth in life and your Christian relationship with the Holy Trinity.
My Mother was a worrier from sunup and beyond. I asked her one day what you are worried about Mother? I continued with the fact we were doing quite well, that she and Dad were in good health and were making a good living. I was reminding her that my Brother now owned a Radio Station and was in the process of acquiring another and that our young Sister was in college and good health. I was working, and everything was looking as well as it could for the future, so why worry? Her response was “that is what worries me, everything is going to well.”
Should you be a typical “worry wart” quit worrying and let God handle it. And remember “DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE MULE GOING BLIND, JUST LOAD THE WAGON.”
Preston T. Duckett Saturday, January 20, 2018
We sometimes have children when we are but children ourselves and learn as we progress. We grow up learning how to raise our children, make mistakes, start over, make more errors and somehow we get them raised. And just as we feel we should be suffering from the “empty nest” syndrome, some of them move back in, and we start learning all over again. When the child reaches maturity or at least around fifty years of age, they admit that you are a lot smarter now than when you were before they reached this age.
Eventually, they move out, and we figure well now we will be able to do what we have been waiting to do and then comes babysitting for the grandchildren. We do not object because we want to spoil them anyway. As the grandchildren reach adult age, it starts going downhill again. Because the grandchildren think your child (their parents) are know-nothings and as your children begin receiving the pressure from their offsprings that was put on you when they were that age and start to wonder if they are getting out of the mainstream of living. So retroactively they take the road of blaming someone else, and you are it. Life goes on until we reach old age and then the adult children become our parent figures. Knowing what is best for us and we are not smart enough to make our own decisions. We are getting senile and no longer able to drive or make our own choices. Your children have suddenly become your parents, and the roles reverse themselves.
I have about decided that the only way to avoid the role reversal disaster is to move out of town when your children reach the age of around fifty, and not leave a forwarding address. When you do this, you will once again be able to make your own mistakes and blame them on your children. The drawback to this lifestyle is the loss of grandchildren and great-grandchildren who also think you are old and out of touch. Either way, it is a catch twenty-two proposition, danged if you do and danged if you don’t.
Role reversal is not unusual it may have happened to your parents and their parents before that. It is either a fact that we are not as intelligent as we think or a lot smarter than they think. Either way, we will continue to make mistakes the rest of our life unless we turn everything over to the higher power of our Heavenly Father. With the guidance of the Holy Spirit we will make fewer mistakes; However, we will still wonder in those times of doubt.
Preston T. Duckett Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Life is too short not to be nice, besides it is more comfortable and less stressful than being mean and nasty. I do not mind mean or nasty individually. However, as a group, it is quite tricky to handle them. Courtesy is contagious so let us start an epidemic. I have seen an increase of courtesy since having to use a walker or my cane. People have been standing and holding a door open for this old slowpoke. When I mention to them that I am slow, they usually respond, “There is no hurry.”
I wrote about a flat tire on one Sunday morning, and two carloads of young men stopped and put my spare on and refused any payment. It was all so fast that I still made it to Church on time. Help someone without expecting any return favor and the blessings seem to flow in on you. So open up and help someone that can not give you a return favor. Help someone without expecting anything in return is a chance for God to pour blessings down on you. When you do the support for someone, you are planning a return from him or her. The benefits do not occur with this type of aid.
A smile will brighten the day for those around you, but you will also feel a great deal of satisfaction at the return of laughs generated by yours.
“Smile and the whole world smiles with you, weep, and you just mess up your makeup.” I used this several times on my radio shows. There are times when someone is “down in the mouth” and thinking the worst. Sometimes if it is a minor type of down in the doldrums will approach them with something like “cheer up things could get worse.” The response for me to mind my own business has very seldom happened; a smile is usually the result.
The Word teaches us to donate in private. Donations made in public, for public attention that is your reward. However, if you give in private, your Father in Heaven Who sees in private will reward you openly. It is not a verbatim quote, but the thought and the idea are the same.
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Some who go like this, “Do it to others before they get a chance to do it to you,” abuse this golden rule. This warped attitude may work for you on occasions, but for the long haul, the golden rule idea is always your best approach. Looking for the best in people will be rewarded more often than when you search for the worst in them. How you approach others is usually the return you get from them either right or wrong.
Preston T. Duckett Psalm 19:14 Wednesday, May 17, 2017
DRIFTING BACK SIXTY-FOUR YEARS
To many of you, that may seem a long time, some of you more time than you may have been alive. Some of you older heads, like mine; it is a concise time into the past, just a mere glitch on the radar of our memories. Two youngsters both teenagers took on the daunting task of putting their lives together and going out to the World that was mostly gloomy and bleak at that time in their life. She was unemployed, and he had a job with the Radio and Newspaper in Geneva at the fantastic salary of thirty dollars per week. They had no vehicle and a rented apartment that cost one weeks salary per month. He was facing the Draft for the Korean engagement. Shortly after that, she became pregnant, and he received his draft notice. She skipped School her senior year so they could be together while he was on temporary duty at Camp Gordon Georgia. The military shipped him to Anchorage Alaska, and she finished School the following year and graduated while her young daughter sat in the audience with both sets of grandparents. Upon discharge, he procured a job with Radio WOOF in Dothan she became employed with Sears. During a twenty-two year stint in Radio and TV, they moved to Marianna Florida for one year at WTOT Radio and then back to Dothan for the Preston T. Show at WDIG, (now WDYG that is another story for another time.) The Preston T. Show moved to WTVY-TV during most of this period she was now working a Wal-Mart in Dothan. With the cancellation of the show on TV, he went to work at Pensacola Memorial Gardens in Pensacola on a handshake to train a sales crew for six months. These six months turned into nine years. She moved with and supported him during this time and at the end of nine years, he took a sales manager job at Roseland Park in Hattiesburg Mississippi. They remained there for three years and then moved back to Dothan bought a cemetery in Avon and Cowarts Alabama.
She did not approve of all these moves; however, she supported her husband in any move he made. During these moves, there was reluctance on her part whenever they made a move and whenever they would leave that location as well. He went to work for the Dothan Eagle as District Manager while she ran a paper route and helped with the running of Crestlawn Cemetery. They were a team from start to finish, even when going through a Bankruptcy because of money lost as a result investing heavily in their Son’s Trucking Company. At this time, she was having many problems with her health, as she was a serious diabetic. Even in her weakening condition and tremendous pain she gritted her teeth and told him she was not going anywhere until after they came out from under the bankruptcy clouds. During these troubled times, she held on by sheer willpower. He had to be with her twenty-four hours a day seven days per week. Therefore, he retired from the Dothan Eagle after having served for twenty years, and she went to the Cemetery with him every day, and this is where she had her heart attack and passed away. The paramedics revived her twice on the way to the hospital, and the hospital revived her once again before her fighting spirit gave in to the sting of death. For fifty-eight years, they stuck together through all kinds of difficulties now he spends a lot of his time writing and thinking about the sweet and sour of a lifetime of marriage. Even at the age of eighty-four plus, he has retained a sense of humor, and he hopes a toughness he received from her examples. This interview conducted in the years since 1949 until 2011 when she crossed that plain we all must cross. A tribute t DRIFTING BACK SIXTY-FOUR YEARS
To many of you, that may seem a long time, some of you more time than you may have been alive. Some of you older heads, like mine; it is a short time into the past, just a mere glitch on the radar of our memories. Two youngsters both teenagers took on the daunting task of putting their lives together and going out to the World that was mostly gloomy and bleak at that time in their life. She was unemployed, and he had a job with the Radio and Newspaper in Geneva at the fantastic salary of thirty dollars per week. They had no vehicle and a rented apartment that cost one weeks salary per month. He was facing the Draft for the Korean engagement. Shortly after that, she became pregnant, and he received his draft notice. She skipped School her senior year so they could be together while he was on temporary duty at Camp Gordon Georgia. The military shipped him to Anchorage Alaska, and she finished School the following year and graduated while her young daughter sat in the audience with both sets of grandparents. Upon discharge, he procured a job with Radio WOOF Dothan Alabama she became employed with Sears. During a twenty-two year stint in Radio and TV, they moved to Marianna Florida for one year at WTOT Radio and then back to Dothan for the Preston T. Show at WDIG, (now WDYG that is another story for another time.) The Preston T. Show moved to WTVY-TV during most of this period she was working at Wal-Mart in Dothan. With the cancellation of the show on TV, he went to work at Pensacola Memorial Gardens in Pensacola on a handshake to train a sales crew for six months. These six months turned into nine years. She moved with and supported him during this time and at the end of nine years, he took a sales manager job at Roseland Park in Hattiesburg Mississippi. They remained there for three years and then moved back to Dothan bought a cemetery in Avon and Cowarts Alabama.
She did not approve of all these moves; however, she supported her husband in any move he made. During these movements, her part was reluctant whenever they made a move and whenever they would leave that location as well. He went to work for the Dothan Eagle as District Manager while she ran a paper route and helped with the running of Crestlawn Cemetery. They were a team from start to finish, even when going through a Bankruptcy because of money lost as a result investing heavily in their Son’s Trucking Company. At this time, she was having many problems with her health, as she was a severe diabetic. Even in her weakening condition and tremendous pain she gritted her teeth and told him she was not going anywhere until after they came out from under the bankruptcy clouds. During these troubled times, she held on by sheer willpower. He had to be with her twenty-four hours a day seven days per week. Therefore, he retired from the Dothan Eagle after having served for twenty years, and she went to the Cemetery with him every day, and this is where she had her heart attack and passed away. The paramedics revived her twice on the way to the hospital, and the hospital revived her once again before her fighting spirit gave in to the sting of death. For fifty-eight years, they stuck together through all kinds of difficulties now he spends a lot of his time writing and thinking about the sweet and sour of a lifetime of marriage. Even at the age of eighty-four plus, he has retained a sense of humor, and he hopes a toughness he received from her examples. This interview conducted in the years since 1949 until 2011 when she crossed that plain we all must pass. A tribute to a great lady, Mary Ellen Kirkland Duckett, 1935-2011.
Preston T. Duckett Saturday, June 10, 2017
PREACHERS NOTICE: “IF THE SHOE FITS WEAR IT”
God must have a good sense of humor, or he would have zapped me eons ago. If God did not have a sense of humor, then you know which road to where I would be traveling. I have heard a sermon or two in my lifetime and have even attempted to preach a couple. Some speeches I have listened to were the kind you had to carry a Webster to look up a lot of the phrases and words. The best sermons have been those that attack the problem straight out. Four letter words are not all bad, and most of them are hard to misunderstand. Very few of the words in the Holy Bible are that hard to understand even without the Greek or Hebrew references. Now do not mistake my meaning, it is powerful to know the Greek and Hebrew language and many Theologians spend a lot of time and energy to decipher and pin down the exact definitions.
It is well to have a firm grasp on your subject, but when they complicate it to their listeners, they lose a lot of us under a pile of fancy words. I spent many of my years in the sales field, and one of the good slogans of that trade is “keep it simple, stupid.” Keeping it simple was just about the easiest thing I ever did, because “simple is as simple does.”
Brevity is another key to getting a message over to an audience. Rambling and long sermons, in a lot of cases, could be narrowed down to thirty minutes. A sermon or speech that is understood is much more likely to be heeded than one that has to have an interpreter. Be brief, be accurate, know the truth and teach the truth.
A jest or so can lift a speech or sermon at times, but it must have purpose and meaning. Some are used to break the ice, and this can be good, or it can backfire. What am I trying to stress? Know your subject and know your audience, once you lose them, it is hard to regain their attention.
I have gone on about brevity and simplicity and not rambling, so what am I doing, rambling so now I will stop, hopefully, while ahead.
Preston T. Duckett Friday, September 2, 2016
CRABAPPLES OR GOLDEN DELICIOUS….YOU CHOOSE.
A garden planted by man is just a garden. However, a garden planted by God is The Garden of Eden. This Garden must have been a magnificent sight. The lush hills and valleys, the spring with life-giving water, flowing down to form a stream or brook, joined by other streams to become a River as it weaves in and out through the length of the Garden, watering the plants and trees that were placed there by God.
Near the center of this Garden, where the spring with the freshest, most transparent, sweetest water ever. Genesis Chapter two verse nine, tells us: “and out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that was pleasant to the sight. And good for food. The tree of life also in the midst of the garden and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.” We know the story of how Eve ate the Fruit of the tree of knowledge and how Adam ate of the Fruit also and about the fall from the Grace of God. Most of us are critical of Eve for eating the fruit, and some of us blame Adam for his folly, and yet each day we turn and taste of this same fruit.
The Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge must have been very much like the “little book” in Revelation Chapter 20 verses 9 and 10. “And I went unto the Angel, and said unto him, Give me the little book. And he said unto me take it, and eat it up: and it shall make thy belly bitter, but in thy mouth sweet as honey.” I took the little book out of Angel’s hand, and ate it up: and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.” Is there any expression that says it better about the fruits of Sin? I know that the Fruit from the Tree of Knowledge must have tasted sweet as honey to Eve and also to Adam. It was sweet when they ate it but then when it hit home as to what they had done it was very bitter. The Fruits of Sin are always sugar coated and good looking, tempting and tasting sweet for a season but we can not escape the bitterness of the taste and consequences after eating the Fruit of Sin.
When you are tempted to eat the Fruit of the World or to Sin, and the Fruit looks so tasty and tempting, remember that the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil is, in reality, nothing more than a Crab Apple Tree. It looks delicious, but it is so, so bitter. God had plenty of good firm ripe Apples for us to eat so let us leave the Crabapples alone.
Preston T. Duckett January 1, 1985
A PRAYER FOR 2018
Heavenly Father, Holy is your name to be praised and thank you for your Blessings and your Grace. Thank you for your Holy Spirit that guides and directs our actions. Please shower us with your great love and allow us to return that love to you and our brothers and sisters in the Lord. May the year ahead be the one where more of us turn to you and honor your Holy Name and follow your will explicitly. Give us the tenderness and tenacity to comprehend the Spirits leading, and the sensitivity to hear the still small voice and strength to follow his directions. Please forgive our shortcomings and misdeeds as we forgive those that do wrong to us. Thank you again for all your love and patience with us imperfection of us mere mortals. We ask for your answer to our prayers for all of the Facebook friends that request our help, we do not always know their needs but you do, and you know what is best in all occasions. We ask this in the Wondrous Name of Jesus Christ. Amen and Amen
Preston T. Duckett Thursday, January 4, 2018
FASCINATED WITH LOVE
Love always had a fascination for me from the beginning when the first kiss came from a six-year-old beauty when I was seven years of age. And then there was Ms. Brown, but it was Miss Brown, back before political correctness became an issue. Ms. Brown was my third-grade teacher at Talking Rock School and was the first adult woman with whom I fell in love. Drifting thru school with minor crushes and heartbreaks until the ripe old age of fifteen when it became an obsession with me and I fell in love with every beautiful young woman that smiled at me, and I had never seen that much beauty, all in one place before. Dated a young lady and we were young enough to believe that holding hands was daring. However, it was not long before moving on to young women that had other ideas about what was daring and learned the art of snuggling and kissing and found it to be more enjoyable than holding hands. Never regretted the time spent on maintaining hands because you always have to start somewhere. Kept falling in love even after starting attending college and discovered that a lot of the girls were way ahead of me in the art of enjoying mixing with the opposite sex.
Came home for the summer and decided that one the beauties in my hometown was the one I had been looking for all my life. And we settled into a young marriage that was doomed to last no more than three months according to some of the older heads in that community. The marriage lasted for fifty-eight years and would have gone longer except that lady was called to her Heavenly reward and the young age of seventy-five.
Since her death, I have dated a few beautiful ladies, but none of them seemed to fall in love with this old man. That is at least until Rose appeared on the scene and changed my attitude toward those that had beauty and ladyship. Since Rose expressed a degree of interest in love and an old man there have been a few more that have perked their petals. Have heard from Petunia, Zinnia, a couple of Tulips and some Daffodils, a Sunflower or two and the Honeysuckles were the warmest of the lot. (If for some reason I have missed your favorite flower tell them to step up and let me hear from them.) Man, I thought life was over when I passed seventy-eight, but things started looking brighter when I hit eighty and now that I am halfway thru the eighties and looking forward to the nineties with the help of the Good Lord. Without his support live is too hard to live anyway. So give him Honor and stay close to his Word and Teachings.
Preston T. Duckett Friday, January 19, 2018
BLESSINGS FROM GOD
God has blessed us
In many different ways.
Protecting us at night,
providing in the days.
lead, and guide,
by the Holy Spirit
In which to abide.
Forgiving our sins,
by Christ’s blood.
our minds to flood.
The Holy Bible
to keep us from
Blessed by the
of Father, Son,
and Holy Ghost
Preston T. Duckett January 18, 2018
Indebted to the French for a lot of items and objects. Not the least of these is a way to fry potatoes, kissing the hand of a lovely lady when meeting and for advanced meetings the beautiful French style of kissing. In all of the items as mentioned above, it is suggested they all be used with utmost discretion and in moderation. Have to admit guilt on all counts especially the moderation. I eat too many French fries love kissing hands and have made a study of the French kiss through High School, College and eighty-four plus years of the famous trial and error method. I admit to still being a student practitioner of the said same kiss.
Dad always stressed the importance of patience and structured participation in the job or pleasure ahead. As an example, he would often advise us “don’t dig a ditch as if you are killing snakes.” I figure that also applies to love or the alter ego of lust. With French kissing included in the need to go slow and leisurely. Never approach the French kiss with the idea of how deep your tongue can penetrate her mouth. First land a few butterfly kisses on the face and lip area and with butterfly kisses to the lips flicking the tongue tip lightly and rapid across her lips, should she open the mouth this gesture is an invitation to proceed further, but very delicately and slowly. If your blood pressure has not increased during this illustration, then I need to enroll in another class of word pictures 101. Do not kiss with the same speed and determination as that of killing snakes.
On the first meeting with a lady, I take her hand like a handshake, and if at all possible I bow low before her and lightly kiss the back of the hand I am holding. This gesture has opened a conversation or two for me in past years and mainly seems to be useful since I have grown the goatee and mustache. Ladies I have always held in reverence, and this small gesture seems to have the effect of placing her on a pedestal and unless she is a hardened feminist seems to be enjoyed by most.
You men are reading this, and you are married try treating your wife in a total ladylike degree and show her the respect that should be offered to the most priceless jewel because that is what she is or should be to you. If you have not been treating her with this kind of respect then go a little slow with this approach because if you change too rapidly she may suspect you of covering your tracks on something you should not be doing. As in most things use discretion and patience. Remember not to dig a ditch with the same intensity as that of killing snakes.
Preston T. Duckett Monday, January 22, 2018