Facebook’s handy feature called “On This Day” is such a treat. It allows you to look back in reflection of things posted on this day. I enjoy seeing old pictures, seeing what I was praying for, reading what was on my mind, seeing who I connected with as FB friends and getting an overall glimpse of who or what was occupying my mind on this day.
On this day, April 12th, the following is what I had to say, with perhaps the most profound being my Waffle House wish:0
I was up this morning considering some pending things I need The Lord to do for me soon and with favorable certainty.
My quite time was interrupted by loud sounds of chirping and quacking. I looked outside in the front and backyard to see several different birds, ducks and geese having Sunday breakfast compliments of whatever my ground was providing.
It hit me. God will not allow others (birds, ducks, and geese) to dine off of what’s mine without making sure I’m able to feast as abundantly off of what’s His.
That’s good news!
The moral of this message: God’s got this, that, them, you and me too!!!! #pleasebelieve
Stop looking like where you are unless you plan on staying there.-Angela Moore #biggergreaterbetter
Angela Scott Moore
April 12, 2011 at 9:09am ·
I’m connected to so many blessed men & women! Monday we shouted & “shook bangles” for LaTanya Jones Moore!!!! Today we’re celebrating with Dru Harris Ealons!!! “Who got next?!?!?!” Is it you???? I don’t mind bringing up the rear:) #andthepartydontstop
So MANY great things are happening in the lives of those I love. Even in the midst of their adversity God is still showing Who’s the Man! I’m so excited and so expectant about what is to come. I don’t mind celebrating your victory like it’s my own!!! #havepraisewillPARTY
As if the blog post fairies knew I’d be savoring the memories of yesterday, nestled under covers recuperating from Thanksgiving, 2015 Edition, my self-appointed focus of today’s #bloglikecrazy theme is Family. Yay! Easy-breezy!
Given that I’m still in the midst of enjoying my wild, sophisticated, funny, praying, cultured, realer-than-real, hardworking, know how to celebrate, loving, peculiar and definitely not perfect, God-fearing, good cooking, heavy eating, “we get through things together” family I’ll share some recent pics with you.
Wherever you are, and with whomever God has selected to walk this thing called life with you through blood, by law or because of good, old fashioned friendship value them today and always. They are yours for a divine reason. You may not always get along (we sure don’t), but you should always come together.
Several years ago I fell while walking into a local pharmacy which caused me to be badly hurt, and for quite some time. During my couple/few years of downtime and in between frequent doctor’s and physical therapy visits I decided to gather recipes from my immediate and extended family and compile it in a cookbook. The ending result was a clip art covered, yellow, spiral-bound, 8 ½ x 11 portfolio of recipes, moving and funny anecdotes and family memories to last a lifetime.
I took at peek at that cookbook recently and realized that, while those memories are sure to last a lifetime the people and circumstances in it don’t always. Flipping through the flour-graced pages of one of them, I saw names of far too many loved ones who are no longer here, who, in 2006 were alive and vibrant enough to share some of their food favorites. I saw distinct changes in relationship statuses and submissions sent by persons who are in totally different phases of life since sent.
Looking through that recipe book, and being reminded of my love for food, especially when rooted in my love for family made me extremely grateful for the beauty of memories. If you’ve not asked your loved ones for their famous recipes, or taken the time to capture your family’s history of food in some written form I would definitely encourage you to do so. It’d be a shame for Big Mama or Uncle So and So to take their 30-year-old secret barbecue sauce or 7-Up pound cake recipe right on up to Heaven with them. Plus, spending time sharing the legacy of those special dishes you’ve come to know and love is a special way to spread more love, and make it last forever, in the words of the superstar crooner Keith Sweat. And while you’re at it, look at this recipe featured on one of the pages of my family’s cookbook.
Recipe For a Family Pie
1 handful of FORGIVENESS
1 heaping cupful of LOVE
1 pound of UNSELFISHNESS
2 tablespoons of GOOD NATURE
Mix together smoothly with complete FAITH in GOD.
Then sprinkle generously with THOUGHTFULNESS.
This makes a wonderful Family Pie.
There was a trend going on called “I’m So” where people share memories of people, places or things familiar to their city, neighborhood or school. I must say, I was tickled pink reading and reminiscing on memories of old. It reminded me of this post originally posted some time ago. Today, in honor of #TBT and to go with my #bloglikecrazy theme of Making Memories I’ve remixed this post again. What are your favorite memories?
Riding into work recently I took a mental trip down memory lane compliments of Pandora. The music of old made me think of people, places and things I’d enjoyed in the past. It made me realize just how much our past really shapes who we become.
Quincy’s Yeast Rolls from the Midfield Quincy’s down from the Cobb Midfield Six Theater and across from Wendy’s
Baskin Robbins in Birmingham
The Alabama State Fair at Fairpark
Practicing for my Easter speech at Greater Shiloh Missionary Baptist Church (where we also listed to Shirley Murdock’s “As We Lay” on the church van just before going to visit the elderly)
Palmetto Jeans from Parisian and ribbons from Hancock Fabric in Five Points West
Sundays in my overalls with one strap down at George Ward Park (before the fights and killings, of course)
Giggling (and being scared at the same time) because I knew what B.A.Q. meant
Pulling the cardboard box out of the middle of the street when cars came by interrupting a serious breakdance street session
Learning how to drive in Arrington Middle School’s parking lot
Waiting on “Batman” to ride down the street in his car
Ice Cream from the Ice Cream man that only costs $.50, and rode by just before the mosquito spray man
Gas that was under $1
Three-piece, plastic, birthstone jewelry sets from Woolworth in Western Hills Mall
Size 2 (and her cousin Size 0)
MTV when the “M” actually stood for music and Duran Duran was in heavy rotation
Having friends in West End (where I lived) and Homewood (where I went to school)
Having a serious crush on Cosmo Flex
Going to the teen dance at Showbiz
Going to Piggly Wiggly off of Jefferson Ave (just down from the African American golf course)
ANYTHING from Marsh Bakery
First day of school outfits from Parisian, JC Penney’s, New Ideal, The Pants Store or Yielding matched with Bass, Mootsie Tootsie or Sam & Libby shoes
Parties at the LR Hall, Highlands Racket Club, Masonic Temple, Rime Garden Inn or anywhere else people would let wild teenagers go
Free movies at the Cobb Midfield Six Theater (minus the people fighting, or the occasional boyfriend drama)
Walking to get my hair straightened from 19th Street to 18th Place with Royal Crown, enjoying a “burnt” bologna sandwich or biscuits with Alaga Syrup when I arrived
Riding in the back of my family’s green station wagon, passing women on Birmingham’s 4th Avenue and getting a valuable lesson in life on how not to end up a “woman of the night”
Magic City Classics when everyone wore leather, pleather and fur and my bestie and I walked the entire game
The Flintstones and The Jetsons in heavy rotation
Cassette Tapes and answering machines with my “sultry voice” and music from the Quiet Storm in the background
Saturdays at the Five Points or Bessemer Flea Market, Sundays at Fair Park and summers at City Stages or The Southern Heritage Festival
Having a “boyfriend” in KTU (for all of one month mind you) and thinking I was something
Sick days out of school when I wasn’t actually sick
Soap Operas when Days of Our Lives, The Young and the Restless and All My Children were about as bad as television would get
Shelly the Playboy, Tall Paul and anybody from WENN, and hearing “Go to Churrrrccchhhh” on Sundays on WATV
Skipping school to go to Magnolia’s for a brownie or Subway on Southside for a meatball sub then coming back to eat in Ramsay’s courtyard
Boys who actually dressed up to impress girls because the girls demanded it
Not at all ungrateful for the present or lacking in hope for the future, sometimes a gentle reminder of good things from the past proves to be just the boost needed. One thing I’ve learned is when you’re on your way somewhere, it’s good to remember the great places you’ve already been knowing that even better days are always on the horizon. Here’s to many more amazing memories!