{"id":10283,"date":"2023-02-21T13:08:53","date_gmt":"2023-02-21T19:08:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theclarion.org\/?p=10283"},"modified":"2023-02-21T13:08:53","modified_gmt":"2023-02-21T19:08:53","slug":"simply-yaya-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/?p=10283","title":{"rendered":"Simply Yaya"},"content":{"rendered":"

This place we call home\u2026<\/strong>
\nI have had the discussion quite a few times lately. If you\u2019re from \u201caround these parts\u201d as I call it, you get it without question. If you \u201cain\u2019t from around here,\u201d sometimes it\u2019s hard to understand. Stick around long enough, and you\u2019ll see exactly what I mean.
\nIf there is a need in our little corner of Northeast Alabama we call Jackson County, it will be met – without hesitation and without strings attached; we take care of our own. I\u2019m proud to be a small town girl. I can\u2019t imagine life any other way.<\/p>\n

Of course, the world we live in isn\u2019t the one I grew up in as a child, but even in this modern world, I\u2019ve taken the examples and principles I was shown and taught growing up and continue to apply them to my walk on Earth, not passing up a person in need if I can at all help it, giving a kind smile to someone on the street and praying for those in need.<\/p>\n

My aunt Ruby was a praying woman. She was kind and lived her entire, (yet, too short) life showing me there is no room for anything in my life but being good to the folks around me. I don\u2019t think she had a jealous bone in her body. I was molded into the person I am because of many folks in my life, but mostly to her. With quietness and grace, without me even knowing what she was doing, she set a path before me I don\u2019t dare stray from for fear of disappointing her.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s gonna meet me at the gates of Heaven someday with a bowl of fresh popped popcorn and tell me to come on in because Solid Gold or Heehaw is fixing to come on, and we don\u2019t want to miss it. That was one of our many \u201cthings\u201d we did together when I was a little girl – a little girl who luckily lived next door to this angel of an aunt, for many times I needed a refuge to run to. Oh, how I\u2019m glad she was mine.<\/p>\n

I am turning 50 this week. A whole half of 100. I lost Momma when she was just 51. It\u2019s an odd feeling to be reaching that milestone knowing her story and how suddenly it ended. I will spend every day I have left here on my journey realizing that every day is such a gift. A blessing. The days are tiring, and they don\u2019t always end up like I want.<\/p>\n

The people around me aren\u2019t always what they appear to be. My heart gets disappointed, my feelings occasionally get hurt, but then I just think, \u201cWhat would my Momma and Aunt Ruby do?\u201d I\u2019ll tell you what. They would keep shining their lights. Doing the right and kind thing no matter if someone liked it or not.<\/p>\n

Be kind, be humble and show grace. Don\u2019t let jealousy or this ugly world around you get you down. Make your little bit of difference wherever you are, whenever you can.<\/p>\n

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\nAunt Ruby\u2019s Cheezy Chicken<\/strong>
\nIngredients:
\n\u2022 1 box cheeze-it crackers, crushed
\n\u2022 1 lb boneless chicken breast tenders
\n\u2022 1 stick butter
\nInstructions:
\n1. Melt butter in shallow dish.
\n2. Crush up crackers and pour onto a plate.
\n3. Dip your chicken tender into melted butter, then roll in the crushed up crackers.
\n4. Spray a baking dish and lay chicken in dish. Season with salt & pepper.
\n5. Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes until juices run clear in chicken. Enjoy.<\/p>\n

-Kim Rice-Holman<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This place we call home\u2026 I have had the discussion quite a few times lately. If you\u2019re from \u201caround these parts\u201d as I call it, you get it without question. If you \u201cain\u2019t from around here,\u201d sometimes it\u2019s hard to understand. Stick around long enough, and you\u2019ll see exactly what I mean.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10283","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-simply-yaya"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10283","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10283"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10283\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10285,"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10283\/revisions\/10285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10283"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10283"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/test.theclarion.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10283"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}