About Rusty

I am a tired old Methodist minister that is quickly watching all the traditions that I hold near and dear to me vanish each day. I want to look with a great deal of humor at some traditions that needed to be lost years ago, some that never even deserved to become a tradition and others that may be worth looking at and even keeping. Join me as we laugh, cry and grow together.

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  1. Decoration Sunday – A long day spent with people your elders are sure you know, but you don’t. In the early afternoon heat, you aimlessly wander around the cemetery as you help your folks look for tombstones of family/friends who are even further removed. After the “church ladies” have everything set up (Chinet plates and plastic tableware, food by category beginning with congealed salads, mounds of fried chicken in the middle, with deserts and jugs of sweet tea intermingled at the end), folks begin to trickle down from the cemetery. Grace is quick as flies may decide to attack the food rather than hover over it; overeating is the norm. With bellies as full as ticks, the men move their chairs under shade trees to nap, smoke, or continue their stories. The ladies… well, they clean up. I think the younger generation of ladies would consider it such a blessing if Decoration Sunday (which is usually on or near Mother’s Day) became a tradition of old. Instead, plan a special day for the lady in your life by gathering the family, making reservations at a restaurant, and treating her to lunch – no muss, no fuss!

  2. Decoration Sunday – A long day spent with people your elders are sure you know, but you don’t. In the early afternoon heat, you aimlessly wander around the cemetery as you help your folks look for tombstones of family/friends who are even further removed. After the “church ladies” have everything set up (Chinet plates and plastic tableware, food by category beginning with congealed salads, mounds of fried chicken in the middle, with deserts and jugs of sweet tea intermingled at the end), folks begin to trickle down from the cemetery. Grace is quick as flies may decide to attack the food rather than hover over it; overeating is the norm. With bellies as full as ticks, the men move their chairs under shade trees to nap, smoke, or continue their stories. The ladies… well, they clean up. I think the younger generation of ladies would consider it such a blessing if Decoration Sunday (which is usually on or near Mother’s Day) became a tradition of old. Instead, plan a special day for the lady in your life by gathering the family, making reservations at a restaurant, and treating her to lunch – no muss, no fuss!

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