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Hey ya’ll- Marlene Ratledge Buchanan

Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

Hey Y’all | Home Cooked Meals

You all know how I feel about cooking. I really don’t mind cooking, as long as you do it. A kitchen was included in our house, but it was strictly for resale value.

Eleni Jordan and son, Parker Jordan.

Memories

I usually try to make these columns a little humorous. After all, our lives have enough bad stuff, why not laugh as much as you can.

Samson lurking around the corner

The Emotionally Traumatized Cat

Any of you who know my son James will understand that Snell and I are very lucky to have only four cats in the livestock pen, AKA our house. Each and every one was a foundling and has his or her story. All of their stories deal with jerks– humans.

Snell and Marlene Buchanan

Destiny

Did you meet your spouse or significant other and just know “this is the one”? I have to tell you a little story about Snell and me.

Tis the season

It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas – and it was just Halloween!  I understand that there are only eight weeks between Halloween and Christmas, and that during that time we have to squeeze in Thanksgiving.  Retailers make the majority of their profits during these weeks.  I do understand all that.  However, I hate Christmas shopping.  I really do. 

My Daddy and Mama

Happy Birthday, Daddy

My father, James E. Ratledge would be 100 years old this November 21.  After he died, Mama said he never left.  He was still sitting in his recliner, waiting for her.  I believe it.  I think Mama is sitting on my right shoulder and Daddy is on left one.  Both are whispering in my ear. 

Trick or treat

My husband Snell said that people did not dress in costumes and go Trick or Treating when he was growing up.  What a terrible shame.  My best friend and next door neighbor Dotti and I lived for Halloween.  Our mothers, however, did not. Well, maybe a little.