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I put the “gone” in begonias. As a matter of fact, Joe called every plant, flower, bouquet that crossed our threshold a begonia, because he knew it was but a matter of time before they’d be-gone. 🙂 When Joe’s dad, Mr. Tim, passed away, Joe’s mom gave us one of the potted plants she received. Continue reading “Tending My Begonias”

April 16, 2023 There were certain words we did not say in front of Grandma Betty.  One was “pregnant”.  I got my mouth popped for that one when I, at four years of age, announced the impending birth of my brother {loud and proud} at Grandma Betty’s kitchen table.  Another was “fart”. My poor brotherContinue reading “Telling Stories”

December 5, 2021 Coming Unglued.  I glued my mouth shut recently. Literally.  Before I get into that tale, you need to know three things about Joe.  He loved to pick on me about my age, he loved to get the “last laugh”, and because I always seemed to get myself in one fine mess orContinue reading “Coming Unglued”

Note: I’ve made a discovery since the last (so I thought) blog post. Joe Price may have left a limited number of sermons in that black leather notebook, but he left many more lessons written on my heart. Even now, as evidenced in this entry, Joe finds a way to bring me comfort and understandingContinue reading “Noun: A Person, Place or Thing”

August 29, 2021 Joe thought of himself as pretty average. He was anything but. Joe could dress up in his finest and hob knob with the Rockefellers (and look mighty good doing it). He was equally as comfortable in overalls and work boots, stamping death dates onto tombstones, clearing debris from creek waters, or kickingContinue reading “Just Your Average Joe”

August 22, 2021 There’s a hard-headed, stubborn human in this picture. Care to guess which one? Truthfully, it’s both of us. But Joe was worse. 😂 For example…several years ago, Joe had a little health scare. He endured several rounds of testing before it was determined that he simply needed to have his gallbladder removed.Continue reading “Lord, It’s Hard to be Humble”

August 15, 2021 Mama, if you read this…I’m sorry. When we were teenagers, I snuck out of the house to meet Joe. More than once. He’d wait for me on Carmack Rd, a dirt road close to my house. I’d jump in his truck and we would ride at least half a mile with theContinue reading “Risky Business”

August 8, 2021 Ronda to Joe: “Babe, you missed your calling.” {Spoken with true sincerity} Joe to Ronda: “Babe, you missed your calling.” {Spoken like a true smarty pants} Joe and I both had pretty clear callings in life. I was called to be a teacher. I love everything about school–the smell of books andContinue reading “You Missed Your Calling”