on this day 43 years ago, janie patterson & phillip sikes were wed…here’s their story i wrote back in november of 2010.
happy anniversary, mom & dad.
have i ever told ya about mom and dad?
let’s start at the beginning…way back when…
DaD was born and raised in southern arkansas … waaaaaay out in the country. Where the pine trees are tall, the twang is thick, and the Little River dances through the farm.
He was the youngest of 7 boys. Yep, that’s right…SEVEN boys…(God bless my granny’s pea-pickin’ heart)
Papa was the county judge and Granny was a nurse…Papa never missed his daily game of dominoes down at the store (there was, and still is, only one store that served as the post office, general store, market, hardware store, gas station, and local domino hall).
Granny was famous for her homemade cinnamon rolls and good ole down-home cookin. At every meal, she would serve enough plates to “feed the boys and the ‘stranger at the door’.” There was no indoor plumbing, no air conditioning, and no video games…just wide open spaces, and ponds and creeks and cows and everything else a little boy needs to let his imagination run free.
It’s the place we love to be more than anywhere…it’s where we learned to put peanuts in our glass coke bottles. Where we ate orange push-up pops and where we were taught to be good stewards to the land.
Where we learned how to shoot a gun…
It’s about family. Love. Good times. Being free. Loving life.
Mom grew up like a texas gypsy…moving from town to town.
Mom, her older sister, and older brother were raised by a hard-workin’ single mom (that always held multiple jobs at one time).
Bargain shopping and thriftstores were a way of life and she developed a serious passion (borderline obsession) for the thrill of the hunt, bargain stores and recycling old into new. She had a wild spirit and a beautiful way of bending the rules.
She would spend her summers in Arkansas…and play with a cowboy about her age named Phillip…..
PhiLLip & JaNiE sittin’ in a tree….
By the time they both headed to their respective colleges in different states, they had spent many summer days together….baling hay, cane-pole fishing, riding horses, having fried-chicken picnics, and cruising in Mom’s brother’s convertible. Life was sweet and good.
they wed, became business partners, raised 2 daughters (whom, i would like to add, have never given mom a stress-filled, sleepless, night…ever)…and now find themselves on a series of crazy adventures as their story continues….
off into the sunset they ride with their 2 daughters, 2 grandkids, a son-in-law, a dog named birdie bluebell buffay, a truckload of junk, and no hopes for retirement anytime soon….and we think, they couldn’t be happier.
Long LiVe the LoVE story of the COwBoy and the GyPSY!!!