July 1st, 2020


We have two COVID cases in Hackberry that I know of. Both are employees at Browns Grocery.

The header picture above was taken in our area of Southwest Louisiana by a friend, Daniel Doga. I will publish some of his other work in the near future.  He has won several awards and has caught some miraculous shots.

This is a picture that Danny took of the bayou I live on; Kelso Bayou. This bayou is also the northern waterway creating the island of Hackberry, Louisiana.

I am an Uber/Lyfter now in Lake Charles.

Let’s not just make America great again, let’s MAKE AMERICA GODLY AGAIN!  If it’s Godly, it will be great.

You get Lifted while you get Lyfted when you ryde with me.

If you would like to be a Lyft Ryder or Dryver use my referral code when you sign up: 1LYFTFORME

As of today, I think the more you drive the more you make, but you still make about 10 dollars an hour in my area. It is fun, rewarding, and addicting. It’s nice to have some extra money. I do receive a commission from referrals so use my referral code above, please.

I always wear my Lyft Bandana while driving to blot my blurring eyes because I cry tears when I laugh and cannot always reach a tissue.  Now it is just a COVID mask.

Talk to God instead of yourself

My mind is always thinking about all sorts of things. When I catch myself thinking about this and that, I turn my thoughts around and direct them towards God, thus starting a conversation with Him. Our conversation may last one or many minutes and always starts with thanks and praises to our most mighty Father. When I do this on a moment by moment basis He takes care of everything.  He said the Holy Spirit would remain with us after He left and would be our comforter.  I like being comfortable.  Remember, if there weren’t questions, there wouldn’t be trust. Do you have an ear?

What if I started selling T-Shirts with unusual sayings on them.  Talk to God instead of yourself would be a good one. Start with praise I like. Check these out:

The fruit of the spirit is our behavior…
How do you behave?
God is mind candy…
What is your mind on?
I need a hit of God’s Love…
I give this day to God…
You can control what you think…
It matters what you think…
Let God do the thinking for you…
I’m in God’s Zone…
Think to God…
God’s thoughts are higher than ours…
Keep me in the Worship Mode…
There is always a greener pasture…
Turn it around towards God…
God has been very very good to me…
Sometimes you need to break the cycle…
He causes me to make money…
Can you think of any? Talk to God, I am sure he will come up with some good ones.
God is the Creator and the Destroyer.
Moment by moment
Think on it…
What is your mind on?
Sozo for my whole house
The fear of God is the beginning of knowledge
Our God is a consuming fire

My horse, Little Man and I have a storied history and at times, these wonderful memories of our adventures together just pour over me.

Equestrian Versus Pedestrian

I would like to recount one of my horsewoman’s adventures for you. I hope you find it as entertaining as I did, and still do after all these years. Isn’t it strange how a short-lived animal can so deeply touch a young girl’s life to the degree that these memories remain among my favorites for an entire lifetime?
And away we go!
Once again, my cousin, Alece, and I were walking the pastures to fetch up our horses for an adventuresome ride. As we made our way to the horses, I noticed that Little Man was not wearing his halter. I figured he’d snagged it on the bob wire fence and just neatly slid it over his naughty head.
Alece mounted her steed ( actually a pregnant brood-mare) and deftly guided her by using the halter straps. I, on the other hand, had nothing but a hunk of mane to grab a hold of. Actually, I figured he would just follow the broodmare back to the barn. But nooooo!!!  As soon as I mounted Little Man’s back, he took off at a sprint that would beat the band. He showed no signs of slowing up as he approached a large rice canal full of muddy water.  I’m wondering, will he slow up? Will he stop on a dime and throw me over his head? I was lying on his back stretched out flat with my legs flapping in the wind. I was trying to reach Little Man’s nose in an attempt to stop him, but it was just out of my reach.
We are near to the canal and my speed racer decides to jump what seemed to be a twenty-foot-wide river! Well, he made it halfway.  He went one way and I went the other. Before I could rub the muddy water out of my eyes, I could hear Alece laughing like a hyena. I’d love to put some mud down her jeans.
By the time Little Man and I had crawled up the levee and out of the canal, Alece and I were both laughing and crying at the same time. There were certain parts of me that did ache quite a bit, which made the crying part pretty darn easy.
We rode double back to the barn to get a rope.  Then we went back for that bad horse. It had been just a minor setback, and we were not about to miss out on our adventures due to such a tiny mishap.
Nanny told us that Paw-Paw said we could not ride in the woods.  She threatened to tell Paw-Paw every time she caught us riding in the woods, which was nearly all of the time. The woods was the first place we headed. That’s where the big rice canal was, and all of the best action. I’ve never known why Nanny feared the woods so much. maybe stories of wolves or wild dogs, poisonous snakes or perhaps she feared us drowning in the big canal. Obviously, we weren’t scared.
One day Alece and I went riding in the woods and Nanny tracked us down. We were caught in the act. We started giggling because we knew that sweet little Nanny would never really tell Paw-Paw. We could see her standing in the middle of the dirt road waving her arms wildly, stamping her feet, and shouting, “You girls better get back to the house right now. I’m gonna tell your Paw-Paw, and ya’ll are going to be sorry.”
We just laughed and decided to have a race back to the barn. That’s where the horses wanted to go anyway. They always ran faster on the way home. A quick slap of the reins and a kick to the ribs, and off we went!  We were riding ever faster as we approached the angry figure of Nanny, still standing in the middle of the road. Without so much as a word, Alece and I knew that we would each pick a side on which to pass Nanny and the force of the wind we created nearly spun her completely around!
“Well, I’ll be”, she shouted as she turned to make her way back home. She scrunched her tousled hair back into place, and with as much dignity as she could muster, made her way back to the house. I can see her smiling and shaking her head,  saying, “Those two are gonna be the death of me yet.”
Back at the barn, Alece and I giggled to ourselves as we rubbed and curried our horses. We were thinking to ourselves that this will be a great memory for us, even maybe fifty or so years down the road of life.
We’ll call it “Equestrian Versus Pedestrian.”
Travis Perkins, Author
As told to Oyea Kendali


You know how it is when you get one of those hard boogers that hangs down inside of your nose, and whenever you talk or breathe, it vibrates and makes that awful buzzing sound? Ugh!  Well, that’s just how I feel when I get have trouble trying to write my stories. It’s like my mother, Jo, always said, “It’s always something!  If it’s not one thing, it’s another!”
Bless Gilda Radner.  She was so hysterically funny.  God rest her soul.
Remember the early television personalities?  Although Newton Minow referred to television as a  “vast wasteland”  back in 1961, it is an undeniable fact that TV molded and shaped countless aspects of our lives.  I can happily remember our family gathering around the boob tube in the mid-50s to watch Milton Berle, Bob Hope, Jack Benny, I Love Lucy, Lawrence Welk, The Grand Ol’ Opry, and, of course, wrestling.
I would occasionally glance at the old radio that lay silent, collecting dust, and feel a little wistful.  But only until Rob and Laura Petre would send me into fits of laughter with their silly antics.
We could receive only one channel, 7, but we thought we were in entertainment heaven.   On weekends we had to wait until nine o’clock in the morning to catch Howdy Doody, Ruff & Ready, Fury, Circus Boy, Roy, Trigger, Dale, and Bullet.  Sometimes weekend TV could be watched until eleven o’clock at night, but I could never stay awake that long.
Mom and Dad dearly loved The Hit Parade with Dorothy Collins, Giselle Mackenzie, Snookie Lansen, and Russell Arms. They pictured themselves as music critics and would explain to me which performer had the best voice and best musical presentation. Lawrence Welk was another family favorite.  All of the musicians were so clean-cut and demure, and so pure in their appearance and choice of music. It was even okay to watch Arthur Duncan tap-dance even though he was a Negro.
Dad thought that all girls should look and act like the ones on Lawrence Welk. Oh, I just remembered!  All of the best shows were sponsored by cigarette companies. Lucky Strike brought you The Hit Parade and Chesterfield sponsored The Lawrence Welk Show. Things were so peaceful when Big Tobacco ran the world; unlike today when pharmaceutical companies determine our destiny.
Then we got a new antenna system, and Lake Charles added a UHF channel. We were now living the high life with so many programs to choose from. We could watch the Jerry Barlow Show.  He had a magic captain’s hat with a button that he would push to make a cartoon come on just like magic!  We could also watch The Circle 4 Club with Cowboy John and Black Bart.  The show originated in Port Arthur, Texas.
Sometimes, my mother would make us watch educational television which consisted of Ding-Dong School, with host Miss Frances. I loved Kukla, Fran, and Ollie. A little later on we were directed to watch the Sharri Lewis Show with Lamb-chop, Charley-Horse, and the rest of those damn little puppets. That’s when TV became drudgery. But some high-ranking psychiatrist had advised all parents that educational TV was healthy for their children.
As I am proof-reading this story, it is becoming apparent that television is not nearly as entertaining and stimulating as was early radio.  Hmm-mm, what do you make of that?  It’s like my mother says; “It’s always somethin’.”
Then you get old, like my Great Grandmother in the video below back in the 50s

Travis Perkins, Author
As told to Oyea Kendali
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