Labor Day

Hope everyone had a good labor day weekend. I also hope it means an end to the 100+ degree weather.

The first Sunday of September is the day we recognize someone for their Christian Service, we give them a plaque and small gift to honor them during the service. This year we recognized one of our deacons with a gift certificate to Lonnie’s Sporting (read Hunting) Goods. I held back from saying, “Thanks for what you do for the Church, now go buy some ammo!”.

Labor day also means Decoration at Coon Dog cemetary. I hadn’t been up for the festivities the past few years, so I rode up for a little bit with Luther. Big crowd this year. I’ve attached some pics from a visit this past summer with my Dad and Step-mom.  The first one, if you can’t read it says “Track, he wasn’t the best, but he was the best I ever had”. (spoken like a true Devaney)  The second one is my wife’s grandfather’s dog Lulu Belle and final one is us paying our respects to Troop, the first dog buried there.


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Small Town

We went to eat with my in-laws at a new local restaurant a few Sunday’s ago.  Great part of life in a small community is that you know everybody…and are probably related to a good bit of them.  The restaurant is owned by some of my wife’s kinfolks and my daughter of course recognized them.  As we were sitting at the table churches dismissed and people poured into Lucille’s for lunch.  (Having an early service we get out in time to get seated before the other churches let out.  One of my favorite games to play is guess the denomination of the group coming in, based in large part on how long after 11:00 they arrive.)

Anyway, as folks were coming in my father-in-law explained to our 5 year old little girl who folks were, which for a good many of them was an explanation of how she is related to them.  She was amazed at how she was kin with most of the town.  She’ll probably grow up thinking ‘cousin’ means citizen of Colbert, Co. Alabama.