MAMA'S GENES

The morning weather outlook. Cold and snow. The snow seems to wrap our front yard in a soft white cocoon. Everything is quiet. "I", went out and it even rubbed off on her. She made a silent sweep around the yard. Ears raised, listening for sounds. She headed back to the porch. Our neighborhood got to sleep in a little longer.

My sister called me a couple of days ago to tell me to go to MY SPACE and look at my great-nephews page called,"Dreams become reality." He and another boy have some music on their site. And Jeffery, my grand-nephew has written the words to the songs. They are young and into rock, but these two songs were more on the softer side and I am enjoyed them. If you have a spare minute check them out.

I have mentioned here before my Mother wrote Christan songs, poetry and stories. She was very talented. Now years has passed and she has three great grandsons showing signs of writing talent. Two of my neiece's Lori's sons, Michael and now Jeffery. My niece Mickie's boy Russ. It is funny sometimes how the genes in family's will lay quiet awhile and they rear back up. It makes me feel good to know part of my Mother is still living on. Some of her talent passed through the years and is coming forth in this younger generation. she would be thrilled to know they are showing signs of loving to write. It doesn't matter in what capacity, rock songs or lovely poetry, or short stories. My Mom and her talent still alive today.

I talked to my brother on the phone the other night and was telling him about Jeffery's songs. And how it seemed sometimes talent skipped generations. I told him I had been surprised how none of his children had been interested in playing the guitar and singing. I joked and told him maybe in this coming generation. He has his first great-grandchild right at the point of being born. He said maybe so.

I got to thinking about the new baby soon to be born. It's a boy. And the way I hear it is suppose to be called Jayden Olds. I like that name. It would make a good name for a country singer and picker. So if twenty years from now you hear of a new singer named Jayden Olds, you'll know who he is. I think maybe the paper will interview his Mother Miranda and she will say, "Oh he takes his talent after his granddad. So here's to you Jayden Olds. I sure hope I am around to hear you play and sing.