Lifes Notebook

Little bit of all of it.....Where I come from.

I was born in the mountains way up in a holler....We moved to the windy city to try to make a dollar....Later on we moved to the bayou state.....You have to live in a place to give it a rate.....Of course I’ve traveled all over the place....But living everywhere wasn’t the case.....Now I’m gonna give you a piece of my mind.....And I hope that enlightenment is what you will find.....Up in the mountains the people are friendly and nice....If you’re in need of some help, they don’t even think twice....They are happy living up in those hills.....And if you haven’t ever done it, you can’t know how it feels....It’s so pretty when you see the mountains against the sky....Makes you wanna take a deep breath and sigh.....They don’t really care what the rest of the world is sayin.....They just enjoy what they got and they plan on stayin.....Everyone’s down to earth and they don’t put on heirs.....And you can call'em hillbillies, and nobody cares....Nobody really rushes they just take their time....But moneys a little bit harder to find....Now in the big windy city where I grew up well...Comes a whole different story for me to tell.....I’ll show you a glimpse of it thru my eyes.....You see tall buildings against the skies....There’s so many people all rushing around.....But I know why it’s called my kind of town.....So much to see and so much to do.....I can’t even tell it all to you....But in those city streets you grow up fast....Every neighborhood gets a little tougher than the last....Every hood has its own little clan.....and you gotta be tough if you’re a young man....For the young ladies it’s a little more easy.....but they can’t cross that line from good to sleazy....they gotta keep that reputation good....or they get no respect from the boys in the hood....I saw too many young people die....And I always asked myself why?......I went to too many funerals to be a kid....If parents only saw the things that I did.....I saw flowers delivered in only two colors....to young men’s funerals, and they came from their brothers....They seem to live by their own kind of code....Sadly too many of them never grow old....But the city has great things to offer you.....Great places to eat, museums and zoos.....So much art and culture to build your mind....A greater city you cannot find....That big old windy city will always be....Sweet Home Chicago forever to me...But I wanted to raise my kids in a different place...Calmer and slower, not at such a fast pace...So we packed up and moved down south to the bayou state....The weather is good and the fishin is great....Kids learn to say yes sir and no mamm....Their raised with manners and they understand....Hunting and Fishing and riding around in mud....Riding a bull and playing five card stud....those are the things that the young men do....And of course just like anywhere else that you know......All the young ladies always wanna go.....To do all the things that the fellas do.....And show everyone they can do it all too.....It’s a different kind of life than the one I knew.....But it’s a good kind of life, I think you’d like it too.....The thing that I find amusing to me......Is the way they see things differently.....Northerners seem to think they are tougher and somehow more smart.....While southerners think that yanks have no heart.....The jokes never stop, no they never end.....But I’ll tell you something I’ve learned my friend.....there are good ones and bad ones where ever you go.....And there is always something that you don’t yet know.....So before you set yourself up so high.....You might just wanna give it a try.....Realize that nobody is better than another......And no matter where you live, be good to your brother.....Cause we are all just people on one little planet.....Let us not take any of it for granite....Now that I’ve said what I had to say.....Thank you for listening and have a good day.... <3

© written by Jeannie Marie Baisden 2012