Our 49th Wedding Anniversary

 Hello, Dear Ones! Hope you're all doing fine. I promise I will get back to decorating but I just had to share with you that Mr. Precious and I celebrated our 49th wedding anniversary on March 23rd!

We went with some friends to celebrate at Morton's steakhouse! Here you see they brought us a complimentary desert, well they should as their prices are outrageous! But, everything was very delicious.

Here is a picture of us in Hawaii in 1976, our first trip. We have been blessed to have visited there many many times since. We were just kids here.
 

I always tell Mr. Precious not to get me anything as I can't think of anything I want but he always brings me flowers and these are just so beautiful. There are roses and many lovely lilies that are still opening.

Here's a closeup of the key lime pie and how they chocolated 'Happy Anniversary'.

Just to say, God has really blessed us with love for each other and friendship. We can work together and still love each other. I know some couples who say - we'd kill each other if we worked together. We really are best friends and still love to be with each other.

I thank God for my Mr. Precious and all these years we have been together. Next year is the really big one. I don't know what we will do for that one but we will think of something.

Like I said, I have been decorating for Easter and will show you soon.

Be a bunch of sweeties,                                                                                                                        Shelia :)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song !

The Air That I Breath

 

If I could make a wish
I think I'd pass
Can't think of anythin' I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read

Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired
What more could I ask
There's nothing left to be desired
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe

Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you

~ sung by Hollies

Dawn At The Alamo

Hello, Dear Ones. It's been a few days since I've posted as I've been a busy gal! We planned on going to San Antonio, Texas to participate in the Dawn At The Alamo ceremony. Mr. Precious is a member of the Sons of the Republic of Texas which means he has ancestors who were in Texas by 1836 and he wanted to experience this. He is a fifth generation Texan. I was born in Alabama but I am a Texan - I've decided! 

Any way, his Sons of the Republic of Texas have a uniform of sorts that they wear at special meetings: gray slacks, blue jacket and a light colored cowboy hat! Well, I couldn't be outdone and made me a blue jean skirt and sewed some pretty lace on my blue jean jacket so I could look Texany!

We love San Antonio and it holds a special place in our hearts as we were married there.

The ceremony started at 6:00ish am. I was up at 4:00 am to get ready. A little too early for me.

Now I knew about the Battle at the Alamo but I did learn a lot while attending. This ceremony is held every year on March 6th as this was the last battle at the Alamo - the day Santa Anna's army overtook Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie, William Travis and many more. The descendants of the people who were killed at the Alamo honor their ancestors by coming a placing a wreath in their honor in front of the Alamo. As this happened, there was a man who played a soulful violin. It made tears come to my eyes.

Here you can see members of the Sons of the Republic of Texas in their cowboy hats. Mr. Precious is in there somewhere.

After the wreaths were placed, men dressed in their period clothes fired their rifles, with just gun powder, up into the air as a salute to all of those who gave their lives for what they believed.

Here are a few snaps to show you some of the happenings. The large picture is my Mr. Precious looking so handsome in his Texas getup posing with the reenactors.

Here we are: me in my blue jean skirt I made (it has embroidered flowers all over the denim) and I found some pretty lace to sew at the cuffs and hem of my jacket. I have my red hat on, it's not a cowgirl hat but it's all I have so I wore it. I bought some new boots! Can you see them?

We went with some of our sweet friends. Don't they just look like the sweetest ones!

What an opportunity to come and learn more about this battle. We came home and watched the 1960 movie with John Wayne - The Alamo. I read it wasn't as historically correct as the Alamo movie made in 2004. I feel another movie night is in line.

Be a bunch of sweeties,                                                                                                                        Shelia :)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

 "Texas , Our Texas "

by William J. Marsh and Gladys Yoakum Wright

Texas , Our Texas ! All hail the mighty State!

Texas, Our Texas ! So wonderful so great!
Boldest and grandest, withstanding ev'ry test
O Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.

(Chorus)

Texas , Our Texas ! Your freeborn single star,
Sends out its radiance to nations near and far,
Emblem of Freedom! It sets our hearts aglow,
With thoughts of San Jacinto and glorious Alamo.

(Chorus)  

Texas, dear Texas ! From tyrant grip now free,
Shines forth in splendor, your star of destiny!
Mother of heroes, we come your children true,
Proclaiming our allegiance, our faith, our love for you.            

(Chorus)

God bless you Texas!  And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the

ages long.

 
God bless you Texas !  And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.

 

Go Texan Parade

 Hello, Dear Ones! Have I told you how glad I am we are living back in Texas again? 

My chapter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy participated in the Go Texan Parade in Conroe, Texas, kicking off the fabulous Houston Rodeo. The few ladies who were in the parade wore our period dresses.

 

Here I am before we left in my period dress - dark blue with pink flowers. Mine is rather simple and would be called a day or tea dress with white under sleeves. Of course I have on my hoop! I'll bet the skirt alone weighs 6 pounds! Now I do have short hair and am in the process of trying to grow it out. It's long enough that I can pull it back and put on my 'curls'. Little ringlet curls that bounce all around. The ladies of the 1860s didn't wear bangs but I've worn bangs as long as I've had hair and I'm not pulling them back now! :)

We've decorated our 'chariot', our golf cart with our chapter sign. Mr. Precious was our dignitary as he is the Commander of one of his ancestry groups. Here you can see our ladies. We were so cute, I thought. Most of the other ladies dresses are more fancy than mine. I do sew but haven't tackled a period dress yet. Maybe one day I will jump in. I did make my little crushed velveteen cape though. If you're interested, our chapter is named for Belle Boyd who was a Confederate Spy. She was captured many times during the war but she was always released. I think she was an 'It' girl. She really wasn't very pretty but she had something!

Here I am in all of my period dress glory and a little glow of sunshine off the lens posed with me or is that a ghost? Hmm...

After a long day of parading, Mr. Precious, me and some friends retired to a Mexican food restaurant for some long overdue nourishment! I think I was so tired I was giddy! 

Be a sweetie,

Shelia :)

I'll leave you a little Note Song ~ This is a rather sad song and it's been said that this song was
banned by at least one Civil War general as it appeared responsible for
homesickness and many desertions among soldiers.

Lorena

The years creep slowly by, Lorena;
The snow is on the grass again,
The Sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flowers have been.
But the heart throbs on as wildly now
As when the Summer days were nigh:
Oh! the Sun can never dip so low
Adown affection's cloudless sky!

A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
A hundred months--'twas flowery May,
When up the hilly slope we climbed,
To watch the dying of the day,
And hear the distant church-bells chimed.

We loved each other then, Lorena,
More than we ever dared to tell;
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our lovings prospered well!
But then, 'tis past; the years are gone;
I'll not call up their shadowy forms;
I'll say to them: Lost years, sleep on!
Sleep on! nor heed life's pelting storms.

The story of that past, Lorena,
Alas! I care not to repeat;
The hopes that could not last, Lorena,
They lived, but only lived to cheat!
I would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now;
For, "if we TRY, we may forget,"
Were words of thine, long years ago.

Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena;
They burn within my memory yet;
They touched some tender chords, Lorena,
Which thrill and tremble with regret;
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke:
Thy heart was always true to me;
A duty, stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul to thee.

It matters little now, Lorena;
The past -- is in the eternal past;
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena,
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast..
There is a future! Oh! thank God!
Of life this is so small a part!
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod;
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart! 

~ written by J. P. Webster