SNAKES IN THE BASEMENT

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My husband grew up in a home that also housed the family business – a funeral home. There were the usual jokes throughout his childhood about people dying to get in there. There were an abundance of stories that would make for hilarious reading.  I know it isn’t really very respectful to find laughter in grief, but sometimes humor is the only way to deal with something like that

The family residence was upstairs and the huge basement was used for fun activities for the children.  They had a full length archery range – room for a toy train set – a science and biology lab and even a place for specimens such as snakes and frogs living in the window well.  There was also a family room in the basement for people to sit and smoke – something folks did a lot of before they found out how bad it was for them.

One day my husband (then about ten) had fed his pet frogs and snakes and left the window well door open.  As guests were gathering in the family room for a quick smoke before the review of their loved one, a few snakes had escaped and slithered their way into their presence.  The room erupted in shock, fear and panic.  That was the end of the science lab.

Whenever we went on a date, we used the company car and would have to call every half hour in case it was needed.

Thankfully my husband never followed in his father’s footsteps. It must have been very difficult to face death on a daily basis, but his family held on to the hope of heaven and the price that was paid for salvation so they were able to deal with the sadness knowing that life really didn’t end at death.

How do we know what lies ahead for us? The Bible is full of references to death, but one that gives me the most confidence is when Jesus spoke these words to the condemned man that was crucified alongside Him. “And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” Luke 23:43. Jesus knew this man’s heart at that very moment and promised that his faith would set him free from the pangs of hell.

It seems so simple doesn’t it? That’s because it is!

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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9 Responses to SNAKES IN THE BASEMENT

  1. I’ve got a funny story following my mom’s funeral—but it’s late and I am tired so I’ll save it for a bit later…but yes just as there is sorrow and grief—there is also still humor…and the mix of the highs and lows helps to balance the magnitude of transition!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      I’d love to hear your funny story

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      • so following mother’s funeral…you know how everyone seems to come back to the house to gather… folks bring food so people come to gather and eat…and since we were good Episcopalians, there was good drink too—I was an ardent believer, as I still am, in a good old fashioned Irish wake…especially as mother was Irish as in her grandparents came here escaping a potato famine….but I digress.
        My dad was and is a man who can do very little for himself….so while mother had been sick and in the hospital, the house pretty much had gone to hell in a hand basket. The house was circa 1958 and the washer and dryer were in the unfinished basement….well it seems that sometime during mother’s absence and subsequent death, the washer’s water line had broken —creating a small river in the basement.
        There was also an old fridge next to the now leaking washer.
        My dear jewish friend who I’d been best buds with since we were 12, and who had dearly loved mother, had brought over a platter of fried chicken. What’s a southern Irish wake without fried chicken brought in by a Jew?
        We had the platter of chicken in the basement in the fridge…which was next to the river caused by the leaking washer.
        After we’d gotten back to the house and were scrambling to schlep up the food and put out the spread and “drinks”— my friend went with me to the basement to get the chicken—somehow, I can’t recall, the platter slipped from her hands sending the chicken crashing into the river on the basement floor. My friend devastated, and still reeling from the funeral, burst into tears.
        Being the practical one and a steel magnolia at heart, I told her to stop that crying and help me pick up the chicken. We dried it off and rearranged it on the platter…nice and neat.
        Finally we got up to the kitchen where we placed the chicken on the table along with all the other food and “drinks”…
        No one was ever the wiser….but as my cousin came around with his plate in hand reaching over for a piece of chicken, I calmly leaned in and whispered to him “whatever you do, don’t eat the chicken” and he slowly put it back down….at the end of the day, the chicken was all gone—and everyone seemed as content as they do following a “wake”
        Now that is what I remember to this day with a very happy warm smile on my face on what otherwise was a very sad day—and yes, I believe God laughs with us as well 🙂

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      • atimetoshare.me says:

        Great story! I hope there weren’t any

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      • not nary a one—remember good drink may have helped to sterilize any bacteria 🙂

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      • atimetoshare.me says:

        Good drink puts pretty much everything into perspective 😀

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      • I’ll drink to that 🙂

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      • atimetoshare.me says:

        Casualties

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