front porch, gossip, sermon

The Front Porch

For the last several months, I have belonged to an online writing group. The below was written in response to a recent prompt. (A prompt is a word, sentence or phrase that the writer uses as the theme of their article or short story.)

I grew up in the South, hot and humid Georgia. When I was a child, no one had heard of global warming. We didn’t have air conditioners to keep us at a constant 72 degrees. When we were outside during the summer months, the men would sweat, the women would perspire (although Southern belles refused to admit to perspiring – – they ‘glowed’), and us kids didn’t care what you called it. We just had a good time playing outside all day long.

Most evenings when the temperature had dropped a few degrees and the supper dishes were done,(it wasn’t dinner – it was supper; dinner was eaten at lunch – confusing as heck isn’t it!) almost everybody on the street could be found sitting on their front porch. This was the time of day that, as a teenager, I dubbed “The Gossip Hour.” Without leaving their porch, in other words yelling across the street or next door, most conversations went something like this:

Agnes: ‘Evening, Edna.
Edna: ‘Evenin’ Agnes. How’s your arthritis?
Agnes: ‘Bout the same. Say, did ‘cha hear the news about Flo’s girl?
Edna: No. What’s that child gone and done now?
Agnes: Why she’s up and got herself pregnant again. (How one gets oneself pregnant is beyond me.) And that no account, good-for-nothing husband of hers still not working.
Edna: Lawd ‘a mercy. Don’t them two have better sense?
Agnes: Well, you’d think so. After all, this is number 6 or is it 7?
Edna: Lawd ‘a mercy.

Agnes and Edna continued their nightly conversations and by the end of the week the entire neighborhood knew who was cheatin’ on who, who was pregnant again, who was out of a job and who wasn’t speaking to who and why. Oh yes, Sunday nights was always “roast the preacher” night as the ladies gave “constructive criticism” on the sermon he had preached that morning. Obviously, he didn’t preach on gossip often enough!

These days most of us don’t even know our neighbors. Homes are built with the tiniest front porch you ever saw. You barely have room to stand on the porch, much less sit on it. And that’s a shame because I sure would like to know who is cheatin’ on who, who’s out of a job and if Flo’s granddaughter is pregnant again!

(c) 2009 Edwina E. Cowgill

bones, imbalance, mind, tired

Health & Aging: A Semi-Humorous Look at What Our Bodies Do To Us

Amazing how we take so many things for granted, isn’t it? In fact, is there anything we don’t take for granted? That we don’t assume will always be there when we need it?

Take, for example, our health. Don’t we assume that we will always be young, that our bodies will always work as if they were still 20 years old? And we live with this assumption, for the most part, until we hit 40, 45 or if we’re lucky, 50. But at the magic number – whatever that might be for each of us – things begin to fall apart – or off! We get tired more quickly, winded more easily and our eye sight gets dimmer. Instead of single lens, we skip bi-fold and go straight to tri-fold lenses! To make matters even worse, our metabolism begins to slow down and it takes a year to lose 5 pounds while it only takes a month to gain 10. The first gray hairs call for an emergency visit to the hair salon. Bones begin to creak and illnesses we’ve never heard of – suddenly, we have them!

The other day I was busy doing……whatever it was I was doing (the mind is the first to go!) when suddenly the room around me was spinning. More accurately – I was spinning – the room was not. What a weird sensation! In a few minutes, the spinning stopped so I blamed it on an overactive imagination (not to be confused with an overactive bladder – another joy of getting older) and went about doing….whatever it was I was doing. But as the evening progressed, the spinning returned and I realized that something out of the ordinary was happening. So the next morning, off to my doctor I go.

I have vertigo. Vertigo?? What the heck is that? She tells me it’s basically dizziness due to inner or middle ear imbalances. (At least she didn’t say a brain imbalance!) So now in addition to the medicine for high cholesterol and a host of other problems, I am taking drugs for this too! Honestly, I could open my own pharmacy!!

(c) 2008 Edwina E. Cowgill