Monday, June 5, 2017

BONNIE FAYE




There’s a wonderful expression in the South which conveys happiness, pleasure, delight, gratitude, and whole host of other good things:  the word is TICKLED.   There’s no gonna getcha anticipation or those fun-scary creeps associated with a Tickle Monster, nor is any touching or jostling involved (well, there MIGHT be some, at the Ticklee’s express request, but that’s nunna my binness).


You can be Tickled that the Grandkids are coming this weekend, Tickled to see them, and Tickled to make their favorite nanner pudding.  Other forms are when something’s just so gosh-darned funny you’re Tickled to death, or you can be Tickled Pink (that would be my choice, of course)  to receive/hear/learn/bestow something dear to your heart, your lifestyle, your conscience or your pocketbook. 

And sometimes something can TICKLE YOUR FUNNYBONE so you laugh long and loud, or it can be just so fun and sweet, you just smile all over.   Sis has a flock of chickens, and they are just the dearest little clucky souls.  One, especially, is my favorite (and I think is secretly hers, as well, but neither of us will ever let on---biddies have tender feelings, plus their beaks are just ankle-height).   Bonnie Faye is simply the most beautiful barnyard creature I’ve ever seen---an almost houndstooth pattern to her poufy elaborate robes, and the fluffiest stockin’-tops I’ve seen since visiting the Clydesdales.   I don’t know if it’s too many Harry Potter movies, or if she’s seen the Buckbeak centerfold in Better Coops and Gardens,  but she’s got the regal bow, the incline of the head, and the calm acceptance of the reverence she’s due. 

  Girlfriend’s got quite the Royal Thing going on:






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A fun comment from Sis when she saw this post just now:

Awww, I DO just love her so much! She still lays a tiny little white egg about 3 times a week. She also has short term memory loss now and when we let everybody out in the late afternoon to play, she looks down to peck a bug and they all run off. Then when she looks back up, everybody's gone and it's panic time!!! BU_KACK!!! about 100 times until we go out and show her where everybody went, then she waddles over until the next time... Life is full of BU-KACKS isn't it. We all just need someone to show us where everybody went from time to time.

9 comments:

Nail said...

Awww, I DO just love her so much! She still lays a tiny little white egg about 3 times a week. She also has short term memory loss now and when we let everybody out in the late afternoon to play, she looks down to peck a bug and they all run off. Then when she looks back up, everybody's gone and it's panic time!!! BU_KACK!!! about 100 times until we go out and show her where everybody went, then she waddles over until the next time... Life is full of BU-KACKS isn't it. We all just need someone to show us where everybody went from time to time.

donna baker said...

Sounds like me, only I suffer silently.

Kathy said...

Aww, she is so sweet and beautiful! Of course she doesn't do as the others do. She's the queen. Why should she remember things or do as the others do? That's what her subjects are there for. And those humans too.

BeachGypsy said...

hELLO THERE my sweet friend, partner in crime and kindred spirit! LOL sorry I have taken awhile to get back to you...it's been quite busy here..I had my birthday and we also celebrated our anniversary, a BIG ONE this year, so we all out celebrated and enjoyed the heck out of those days! Then I had kidney stones to deal with and (have you ever had one?) they are so so so awful painful and just put me out fore days. I'm back now and we are back to enjoying our long city hikes and adventures in the past, seems my soul lives there in some way. Anyway, so glad you stopped by and also that your spring has been well. Of course feel free to use that comment you mentioned (about the grocery store memories we both have was it?) in future posts, and if you write more about the old grocery stores, I am SURE LOOKING FORWARD to that one so please let me know when you post it, okay? thanks! You and I both seem to share so many of the same sweet memories, it was surely a better and simpler and safer time, and people were just DIFFERENT, manners were taught and actually used, families helped each other, mommies and daddies stayed together through thick and thin, children were raised different--they had rules and jobs and discipline but they sure were happier and more care-free and THEY HAD INNOCENCE for so much longer than today's kids. And there surely wasn't so much anger and violence in the whole world. Things have gotten very much out of control these days but that is a whole other subject. Anyway, back to the memories.....we surely must come from the same general era with alot of what we remember but I do think a big big part of it is also regional---alot of the things we hold so dearly in our hearts are of the Southern ways and the Southern traditions and the Southern FOODS!! It is always so fun to come to your sweet blog and see something that totally jogs my own memories. The older I get, the more precious they are.

Cheryl said...

Aww...that is sweet. :) I like your definitions of being "tickled", too! God bless you, sweet friend.

bj said...

Bonnie Faye was my mama's baby sister and a fabulous Aunt Bonnie to me. She could strut her stuff, too....:)

GSL said...

I hadn't even thought of "tickled" as a Southern term but you are quite right. I heard it quite a bit growing up in the Tarheel State and never up North. Bonnie Faye is a treasure!

Anonymous said...

WHEN YOU LOOK UP AND YOUR WORLD SEEMS TO HAVE CHANGED OR MOVED ON, THE PRAYER IS
"LORD, PLEASE TURN THE PORCH LIGHT ON, I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND THE DOOR! THERE ARE SOME
INTERESTING DOORS THE LORD HAS TURNED THE PORCH LIGHT ON. JUST GOT TO LOOK AND TRUST.
DOES NOT HURT TO CARRY A BIG GUN WHILE WALKING TO THE DOOR. THAT IS HOW I FOUND RACHEL.
I THINK IT WAS DOOR NUMBER ONE?

Linda said...

Oh, my dear! I am just tickled pink to read your fabulous blog!
I'm in Texas and we use that word a lot! I'll be tickled to read the posts I've missed since I'm down at the ranch with limited Internet!
Love your blog!