A visible mass of particles of water or ice in the form of fog, mist, or haze suspended usually at a considerable height in the air is a cloud. They often appear as a light filmy, puffy, or billowy mass seeming to float in the air such as the following:
There happens to be all sorts of clouds. The names vary from such words as cirrus, stratus, cirrostratus, and altostratus. I believe the ones shown above are called cumulus.
Now cloud may also mean to become troubled, apprehensive, or distressed in appearance. Let's cloud the issue so as to make it unclear or confused. These kinds of clouds can make one confused or anxious. To cast gloom over is often the result. All sorts of names also tag these cloud as they past through our sky. For each of us, these names will vary.
Well, the clouds above have blocked the sun. They certainly appear dark and gloomy on one side. Such may be many of the days that pass before us. Yet, one can imagine where the saying "the clouds silver lining" originates. Given enough time, the cloud will pass away.
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Saturday, February 13, 2016
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Pickin' and Grinnin'

Family reunions were a big deal in my growing up years. The Ewen side was perhaps the largest get together, but the Morton side was not far behind. Granny Ewen's side were the Mortons, and there were plenty of them. We would meet on one of the farms up in the hills, and enjoy some of the best cookin' around these parts. [ I kept my priorities straight, and would head to the homemade chocolate pies at first chance!]
After eating [two to three pieces of chocolate pie], we would gather around the folks who played the banjo, fiddle, and guitar. I don't know if it was called Bluegrass music at that time, but it was interesting to watch the family clap, slap one another on the back, and a few did that type of dance I believe was called clogging. Lots of smiles, lots of laughs, and the troubles of the world would seem so far away. [The "Arms Race" was just beginning and we were practicing that "duck and cover" in school. Anyway, if an "A-bomb" hit, I figured that dancing would be just as good an activity to end this life!]
Pickin' and Grinnin', yes sir, they called it...the adults did the pickin', and we did the grinnin'.
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