The sun shone bright and cold and only the round-and-round growl of the coffee grinder, the rush of a steady wind, and the crackling of the hay sounded in the lean-to.”
–Laura Ingalls Wilder (The Long Winter)
Have yurself a seat, Pard. Coffee’s on the way. Say, did yuh ever read that book by Wilder? Brrr, I read it years ago, and it made me cold jist readin’ it. They went through some times, not jist Wilder, but all those who helped settle this great country. Blood, sweat, tears, and death was the norm. Hands were blistered and calloused, but they toughed it out. Now we have those twinkies and snowflakes tearin’ it apart.
Here yuh go–ahhh, take a whiff of that aroma before yuh start yur slurpin’. Breathe deep, close yur eyes–now take a sip. Watch it–it’s hot! This coffee sure ain’t for that woke crowd, yet it’ll sure get yuh woke up fast. I saw where the alphabet folk got their way with their blusterin’, threatenin’ and degradin’. I say degradin’ because they tear down the dignity of mankind, of God’s creation. A small event with that transfer of criminals? Nah, it could be the sound of another nail in the coffin. They’re provokin’ a patient God with their shameful ways.
But ‘nough of that nonsense. Yuh like that coffee? Folks from Coldspring sell it (Spring Ridge Roasters) and let me tell yuh, Pard, they’re good folk. They’re genuine, not like some I’ve known. Which reminds me, Christmas on the Square is today in Coldspring. Weather the cold (ha, ha) that’s a joke, Pard. We’ve had to turn on the air conditioner and it’s December. Now me and my toes don’t relish cold weather anymore, but winter is supposed to be at least chilly. I might have to meander down an’ see if there’s something I need to buy.
I remember back in the time of my childhood lookin’ at the courthouse bein’ decorated and there was the annual Christmas parade. Sometimes it would be cold and snowy, but the doin’s went on regardless. It was all done to bring a smile to a child’s face. Now they want to mutilate and confuse them. Christmas should be a time of innocence, but there is evil lurkin’, sinister folk doin’ the biddin’ of their father the devil. Yuh be doin’ yur part to keep Christmas in recognizing the birth of our Lord an’ Savior.
Best be on yur way, I’ve got to clean up and go downtown. Think I might buy some more of that New Guinea coffee. Don’t have to worry none ’bout sliddin’ off into the ditch because of snow, but I’ll be lookin’ for yuh anyway jist in case yuh forgot to check yur cinch and fell by the wayside.
Vaya con Dios.