Home is where ???

What is it about our love/hate relationship with home that's so complicated?

You're whole childhood, you claim, " If I get to move away from here, I WILL NEVER come back!". Then one day.....after spending some real time away, you realize how great home is! Home is what made you, good or bad. Its kind of crazy. They say that you don't know what you have till you can't get your hands on it anymore.
But here's the flip on that........Everyone should have the experience of LIVING away from where they grew up. I think there is a personal growth that takes place when you're out of that home environment.
Getting to know unfamiliar faces and places.....learning about how people in other areas deal with situations in a different manner than what you're use to......and just overcoming obsticles without that built in support system are all things that build on the foundation that home already established for you.
I don't know.........Just some thoughts as I sit here waiting my turn in the barber shop.....................BACK HOME!
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Grandmom Cora Johnson - We Will Miss You.

What family, other than mine, could say that they had 5 generations Living???

Grandmom lived a long life, but more importantly, a happy one. My earliest memories of her are compiled with card games, fried chicken, jokes and Gin (her favorite.). It was nothing for Grandmom to cuss you out if she thought you were stepping out of line, or disrespecting your elders, but just as quickly, she would slip you a couple of dollars and send you home with a couple of pieces of her signature fried chicken. She traveled the country frequently with her daughter Florine (Me-mom.) She loved to say, "I aint letting no grass grow under MY feet!". She stayed on the go.

If she wasn't on the road, she was by her phone. As of late, it was nothing to get a call from Grandmom 2 to 3 times a week. Once I would remind her of which one of her great-grandchildren I was, she would put the rest of the pieces together and ask about everyone else. I would say, " This is Kyle, Grandmom......Debbie's Son." She would respond like clockwork and ask me about my wife, kids, and my in-laws. See, once you reminded her.....she would never forget. ( If that makes sense!)

There is so much: The family reunion trips to VA.....The visits to see us in Jersey.....Her coming to our little league games.....her glasses of Gin......the card playing.......the stories she told.....the cussing us out.......the love she gave to all around her!

We were lucky to have her on this earth for 102 YEARS...........and now that she's gone, I just hope that I can be just as much as an inspiration to the kids coming up under me.

My Great Grandmother......Ms. Cora Johnson.

-102 Years Old-

January 24th, 1907 - January 25th, 2009

I Love You.

Gotta get'em going while they're young !!!

No school....the sun was out.....and it wasn't too cold. What does all that mean? It was a perfect day for the driving range. Why not? Black people do golf now, ya know !!! And if I want my kids to grow up and make millions.......I gotta get'em going while they're young!!!

Just Playing! We were having a great time though! TIGER HERE WE COME !!!!!

THIS POST IS OVERDUE....BUT NECCESARY !!!!!

Fly...Eagles...Fly !!!
On the road to VICTORY !!!!
Fight...Eagles...Fight !!!
Score a touchdown....1,2,3 !!!!
Hit'em Low.....Hit'em High !!!
Watch our EAGLES Fly !!!
Fly....Eagles...Fly !!!
ON THE ROAD TO VICTORY !!!!!!