Hey Everybody!

My Grandson told me he will start blogging on here too! I told him what a lovely Idea!

So just know that if you see something it could be from him too!

 

That’s all carry on!

Aunt Betty

About Betty

Hello.

 

I am Bernadette W. Bell, but everyone calls me Aunt Betty.

My husband and I used to run “aunt Betty’s Bed and Breakfast.” Once my husband, Richard, passed, I decided to travel the world and keep him with me, by creating this blog.

I’ve had decided to travel west and head towards the beautiful state of California. I don’t know what adventures I’ll be going on, or what obstacles will come upon me, but I will do my best to stay safe, stay happy, and know that any day can be my last. Let’s make today count!

I almost forgot to mention! We have 2 beautiful sons whom have always been by our side once we hit ya know, “That age.”

 

Here was all of us back in 1977

Jim, Me, Richard, and Thomas.

I hope that thru this blog, the memory of Punty, more on that later, lives on and thru the universe.

Richard, a senior in high school, in 1963, so handsome.

I call him Punty, because he would get on my nerves constantly, so I’d kick him! He’d always push my buttons until I caved, that was Richard.

 

I miss him.

 

I told myself I wouldn’t cry!!! I can’t start now.

 

How about a story of when I was young?

 

In highschool, Harper Lee came out with the well-known “To Kill a Mockingbird,” I couldn’t stop reading it. I would read it and then read it again, and again and again.

 

It was quite the story!

 

Here is a little excerpt of it, that always gets my heart pumping!

“Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. He was much older than the parents of our school contemporaries, and there was nothing Jem or I could say about him when our classmates said, ‘My father – ’
Jem was football crazy. Atticus was never too tired to play keep-away, but when Jem wanted to tackle him Atticus would say, ‘I’m too old for that, son.’
Our father didn’t do anything. He worked in an office, not in a drugstore. Atticus did not drive a dump-truck for the county, he was not the sheriff, he did not farm, work in a garage, or do anything that could possibly arouse the admiration of anyone.
Besides that, he wore glasses. He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye.
He did not do the things our schoolmates’ fathers did; he never went hunting, he did not play poker or fish or drink or smoke. He sat in the living-room and read.
With these attributes, however, he would not remain as inconspicuous as we wished him to; that year, the school buzzed with talk about him defending Tom Robinson, none of which was complimentary. After my bout with Cecil Jacobs when I committed myself to a policy of cowardice, word got around that Scout Finch wouldn’t fight any more, her daddy wouldn’t let her. This was not entirely correct: I wouldn’t fight publicly for Atticus, but the family was private ground. I would fight anyone from a third cousin upwards tooth and nail. Francis Hancock, for example, knew that.
When he gave us our air-rifles Atticus wouldn’t teach us to shoot. Uncle Jack instructed us in the rudiments thereof; he said Atticus wasn’t interested in guns, Atticus said to Jem one day, ‘I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.’
That was the only time I heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it.
‘Your father’s right,’ she said. ‘Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

 

It’s interesting to know that Atticus knew who he was, and was strong, yet he was so calm and always reserved. I like to remember Richard being like Atticus. He even dressed up as Atticus in the suit and had a combover just like Atticus! It was my favorite halloween.

 

Don’t forget to love your family, one day it could be too late.

 

God Bless.

Aunt Betty

 

 

P.S. You can buy the book here from a little store called Amazon, I’m not sure why they call it that, but my Grandson, Robbie, showed me, and I can’t stop buying things!