Happy Herman's Hideaway

Hello, my San Saba friends, and how have you been this past week? To tell you the truth, at times I have not been sure if I was in school learning history or trying to make it. But I suppose both are worthy of doing, so my time was well spent. It is a cinch, not much of my time has been spent in the sweltering heat; a few minutes outside and my tongue acts as if it doesn’t like my mouth anymore and keeps jumping out of it! Yeah, I go back inside looking like a furry faced Jack-in-the-Box with a pink snake jumping out of it!

I spoke of learning about history, well because of Hurricane Laura, I learned about mom’s experience with hurricane Carla in 1961. Mom lived in La Marque, Texas, just nine miles from Galveston, and though her family had never left for a hurricane before, they packed up their six kids at home (one was in college), two dogs, and headed to a friend’s house in Houston. Mom described their stay with their hosting family as an adventure as their house was big and having children to play with besides her siblings amazing. It wasn’t until Hurricane Carla passed the area and it was time for the drive home that fear hit mom’s heart. She described houses without roofs, walls, and in her nine-year-old mind, her town looked like a great monster had destroyed it. She said, for the first time in her life she knew what real fear felt like as her dad turned on to the end of their street for the long drive down it to see if their house was still standing. The joy, relief and yet touch of guilt to see the little frame house intact was overwhelming as her family of 10 piled out the car so glad to be home! I completely understand why she worries for people in the path of storms now.

On a brighter note, well at least weather-wise, dad is back at it about me being a sticker bur magnet. He goes on and on about it, so you would think the burs were on him! He was talking about them the other morning, telling mom if she got a chance to get the brush, hold me down to get them off me, and when he went outside I said to mom… “You even try and I will sticker my teeth into skin!” Um, my warning did not work too well; mom did use the brush on me, I did show her my teeth, but it was all bravado. I can get most of them out myself, and yeah, I can’t reach my own belly. But not because I am fat, but because I am a long dog, and my head and neck don’t really work that way. I did however make history with the best acting performance ever…Oscar worthy, actually! I was so downtrodden, hurt and mortified acting, it got me chicken for a snack… a win for sure!

The parentals took a walk down memory lane this past week. No, they did not pour cement and actually pave a path into the past…they watched a series on Netflix called Cobra Kai that was the continued saga of the movie the Karate Kid. It was one of Shawn’s favorite movies when he was growing up. Shawn was always very small for his age, and when he began taking Tae Kwon Do, he discovered size had nothing to do the ability to protect your self-esteem. Shawn won trophies for his forms. Mom texted Shawn telling him how the series made her heart go back in time and remember. He and his wife, Minna, were in San Antonio as they had evacuated from the Hurricane Laura, and Shawn wrote back he was excited to see it, too. Memories are the heart beats of our past we share when life matters most.

One last thing before I go… hunting season is approaching, and I was thinking we could change things this year and hide eggs in the woods and make those the hunting goal? Yeah, that sounds like fun! Rabbit season, Duck season, Rabbit season, Duck season! Well, to me it is just happy season! I love you, my San Saba sweethearts, and until we talk again, I hope you have a lovely week. Take care, and thank you for being!