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IN HIS “TRACKS”……….

I’ve told you, haven’t I, about reading through the Psalms every month by opening to the today’s date (17th), read that one, add 30 – read the 47th – and so on?  There are 150 psalms.  When a month has 31 days, I have saved the 119th Psalm for it.

Psalm 17 had a couple verses that have interesting words:

Ps 17:4 Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.
 Ps 17:5 Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

The word “paths” are not the same Hebrew word.  Verse 4 means “a well-travelled road.”  Verse 5 means “tracks.”

“Tracks” –  Mary, I have travelled this road before you making tracks which you are not only to follow, but step into exactly as I have laid them out for you.

People, you may be surprised of what this reminded me! 

When I was 6 years old and my sister was 2, we moved to Dry Valley which was just a little ways from Happy Valley!  The road through Happy Valley was paved.  That’s what made it “happy.”  Dry Valley had a winding dirt road all through it and when it was dry, you had to dust your house every day.  Not so happy.  And, when it rained, it turned the red chert to red mud.  Very not so happy.!

However, back then Rossville was a bustling, busy city!  There were four very nice dress shops – The Personality Shop, The Jo Ann Shop,  The Frances Shop, and The LaDean Dress Shop.  (Oh, and Rubinstein’s Store and that’s another story for some other day.)  The men only had one nice shop – Vassey’s. (Does that mean that women shop four times more than men?)  The Hamilton National Bank and Longley’s Drug Store added to the quaint little city.  The only store remaining now, as then, is a jewelry store and I cannot remember the name.

  And – there was a bus route from Rossville, past Happy Valley and through Dry Valley and back, twice a day.  And – we only had one car that daddy drove to Happy Valley every day.  The bus just passed Happy Valley, not gathering one bit of “happy.”  It was older than I am now, rattled and bumpy, enabling us to burn a lot of calories from being jostled about – and loss of water because of no air conditioning.  No need to “fix” your hair before leaving the house because the open windows on the bus would “fix” it for you.

To board this bus, we had to walk a ways down our very steep, unpaved driveway (which the bus driver named “Cramer’s Incline.”)  It was best to avoid rainy days; but, sometimes the bargains and sales called my mom’s name.  We just HAD to go.  One rainy day, mom instructed us that we were to step smack down in the middle of her muddy tracks to cross Dry Valley road.  Makes sense, doesn’t it?  We must’ve looked like little ducks all in a row – for a few steps.  When Martha’s shoes stuck in the tracks of my mom’s, she set about to holler about it.  The bus was topping the hill to our stop.  Martha was now bare footed.  Nope, not “bare.”  They were surrounded with mud.  The shoes were surrounded with mud.  Lots and lots of “unhappy” now. 

I wonder why I cannot remember the rest of the story?!  Perhaps it is because, as I have aged, only the “happy valley” memories surface.    Or, maybe it is because this is really Martha’s story from here on!!  Bet she can remember!

She does!

Oh yes I remember the “rest of the story”

  Mama backtracked to where I was. I was bent over trying to dig my shoes out of the mud. She gave me a GREAT big pinch on the b___, which was up in the air.  I jumped out of my shoes and ran home barefooted and hid in the back bedroom closet. I knew I was “dead” for making us miss the bus. Mama said she dug out my shoes and the two of you drudged back up the “Incline” to the house. The only thing I remember is Mama finding me in the closet.

The rest is a blurr. Guess it was too traumatic to remember. Ha!

 Maybe God will provide baby “tracks” for me.

Love ya,

Martha

 

August 17, 2009 Posted by | Newsy News & Random Thoughts, Pages from my journal, Psalm 17:4, The Funnies, Thinkin' Out Loud | Leave a comment

   

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