I'm back from frolicking and covorting but not together enough to think of blogging yet. Until then enjoy the following. I had to smile when I read it.

A mom was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school.  He didn't want his mother to walk with him.
 
She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence but yet know that he was safe.  So, she had an idea of how to handle it.
 
She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her.  She said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed. The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew.She did this for the whole week.  As the two walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week.
 
Finally she said to Timmy, 'Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week?  Do you know her?'
 
Timmy nonchalantly replied, 'Yeah, I know who she is.'
 
The little girl said, 'Well, who is she?'
 
'That's just Shirley Goodnest,' Timmy replied, 'and her daughter Marcy.'  'Shirley Goodnest? Who is she and why is she following us?'  'Well,' Timmy explained, 'every night my Mom makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much.  And in the Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life', so I guess I'll just have to get used to it!'
 
 May Shirley Goodnest and Marcy be with you today and always.

 I am a descendant of Frank Mason & Katie Loubertha (Harper) Wilkins.

They were from Campti, Louisiana or Colfax, Grant, Louisiana. Katie Loubertha (Harper) Wilkins was born around October 1879. She and Frank Mason were married in 1898. I do not know Frank Mason's DOB yet.

My father was Hermes (Hermise) Mason Wilkins who moved to Jasper, Texas as a boy and lived there until his death in 1988.

I am searching for descendants of Katie Loubertha & Frank or of their children.

Children born to: Mrs. K. L. Wilkins and F. M. Wilkins as follows:
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Alvin C. Wilkins - born July 25, 1899. Died June 29, 1900.
Gwendoline Alberta Desire Wilkins - born Easter Sunday, April 7, 1901.
Chauncey M. Depew Wilkins - born November 26, 1902. Died October 1973.
Murat Halstead Wilkins - born Tuesday September 13, 1904. Died January 6, 1975.
Jervey DeForrest Wilkins - born December 23, 1906.
Frank Mason Wilkins Jr. - born Sunday July 11, 1909. Died Sunday August 8, 1909.
A baby boy – born and died Saturday July 7, 1910.
Zenobia Wilkins - born Thursday July 11, 1912. Died Tuesday December 31, 1912.
Elmer M. Wilkins - born Wednesday. March 5, 1914. Died February 3, 1970.
Addie Lily Jennie Wilkins - born Tuesday. June 27, 1916.
Hermes Mason Wilkins - born Thursday. July 25, 1918. Died September 3, 1988.
Scipio Nesbert Mason Wilkins - born Friday June 24, 1921. Died July 6, 1970.
Richard Keatts Wilkins - born March 24, 1924. Died Sunday June 22, 1924.
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Please contact me if you are a descendant. You may post any information you have in the comments section. I appreciate any and all information as I have started a Wilkins Family website and have very little to go on.

I look forward to seeing how this goes.

First thing today, I start dinner even though I don't want to cook - at all. Of course, "no cook, no eat" so, I have to cook if I want to eat. Ummm...now what's quick to make and good going down? I've got it, baked chicken, mashed potatoes, green salad, hot cornbread, and orange juice.

I grab the egg timer and set it for 20 minutes. This first Sunday of the new year I vow to have dinner simmering when that timer goes off. I will not be held hostage in the kitchen fiddling and diddling like a knight in shining metal armour.

At the end of the twenty minutes I'm done, the meat is seasoned and in the oven, potatoes are peeled and boiling, and the fixings for the green salad are ready in the fridge. I don't remember doing it this fast in...ummm, I don't know when. Cornbread is in the oven too. Wow, I should do this more often. Cleaning out the fridge can wait, that stuff is not going anywhere.

With a few minutes left before the chicken is ready I decide to mop it with bar-b-que sauce for an added kick. Mop mop mop, pop it back in the oven so the sauce can sink in. Take the cornbread out, it's ready. Timer time again! Ten minutes ought to do it.

As I check the chicken before covering it, I turn a couple of pieces over to make sure bar-b-que sauce is spread evenly on both sides. Man-n-n, this meat's so tender it's falling apart, can't even pick it up with tongs. Oh well, just a taste to make sure it's good. Lick lick lick, gotta get it off my fingers.

Unn-um-ummm...mannnn...this chicken is so good it'll make you want to "slap-yo'-mama"!!!

I'll eat later, it's ready when I am.