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Charles Hough
December 20, 2016
A Christmas message from Mom
I remember and you may also that Mom loved the movie Shawshank Redemption. Tonight as I watched the closing of the movie it occurred to me that here was a truth that represented one of Mom's lessons in life. As Red reads the letter he found it includes; "Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies." (As Mom would say - That's rich!)
God bless you all,
Love,
Chuck
Chuck Hough
November 10, 2016
Praise the Lord! We have all heard Mom speak this expletive with joy and conviction. I am leaning on that memory now. Mom would have been 96 this November 14th. She was born just a few months after female citizens of the US were first able to vote. And vote she did both at the ballot box and more importantly in the arena of God's love for all. I am thankful for the certainty of that memory.
Enclosed is my choice of how to be in these turbulent political times. I feel certain Mom would have appreciated this Quaker leading.
There is a spirit which I feel that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end. Its hope is to outlive all wrath and contention, and to weary out all exaltation and cruelty, . . . It sees to the end of all temptations. As it bears no evil in itself, so it conceives none in thoughts to any other. If it be betrayed, it bears it, for its ground and spring is the mercies and forgiveness of God. Its crown is meekness; its life is everlasting love unfeigned. (Quote by James Nayler)
Regina
May 7, 2016
Chuck always nails it :) I would like to add on to Grandma's great way of smiling .... let's turn to her laugh! I can hear it so easily. That and GinaDarling.
Psalm 126:2 Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy; then they said among the nations, The Lord has done great things for them.
Grandma did, and still does, great things.
Megan took the picture so there were 4 generations!
Chuck Hough
May 6, 2016
The best advise my mom ever gave me was an example. She smiled! I honor Mother's Day today because I know each time I smile it engenders the spirit and love of Geraldine Buskey's smile. She nurtured, inspired and passed along to each of us her compassion and absolute convection that God in good and is always present.
Regina
September 29, 2015
It is true.... nudges from those we love & respect matter. And so do smiles.
I am sending one up now to Grandma. She was such a shining example of mindfulness AND thinking about others. So, in my prayers today, I asked for blessings to all who knew her. Enjoy God's smile. It is so easy. And love is so free (and freeing). I'll send you all more tonight :)
Charlie Dunn
September 28, 2015
I remember playing with Chuck, Cliff Nix, Allen Brinn and my brother Ray at your house many times. You always treated us like neighbors and friends. So sorry I didn't catch the Obit when it first came out, would have loved to attend the family time.
Charles Hough
September 26, 2015
September 26, 2015
It has been a while since I visited here. I love the thoughts Gina posted for Mom's birthday in 2013. Bless you Gina. You blessed ole' UC for sure.
I found my way here feeling a need to pass along a meaningful thought. I recently read Jabar Crow by Wendell Berry. It ends with a smile between two people who must pretend all their lives to be just friends but are indeed soulmates. As I reflect I recall how Mom's smile would connect her to all. She was able to project through that smile a safety and genuine connection. The receiver knew and was able to accept that gift of love. Mom said she did God's work by writing her "love letters" to those who were suffering or needed encouragement. I'd say Geraldine Buskey did God's work each time she smiled.
I have submitted my request to become a Quaker and join Goose Creek Quaker Meeting. It is my spiritual home as much as any one building or group can be. I feel a lot of Mom's personal spiritual journey, as I understood it, included the values and qualities of Quakerism.
Love,
Chuckie
Regina
November 14, 2013
So I made dinner by 'extending' last night... like Grandma, but with eating-out leftovers- modern ick's she probably rarely used...
But there was a cast iron skillet and onions, and flavor for miles, so it was Jerry enough.
Tuesday night I taught a friend to play Amazing Grace on guitar; of course, I trembled with G'ma in my throat.
Bit of Joel O. over the weekend had me glancing above, smiling and crying.
And this morning, I am filled with gratitude, memories, and an inspiration to 'turn up the nice'...
She walks with us.
She talks to us.
And you know durn well, we are her own.
Happy Birthday.
I love you and your gifts so much, Grandma...
~GinaDarling
Much love to you all, especially as you honor Jerry Buskey, the savviest angel ever...be kind.
God is good.
Charles Hough
November 3, 2013
REFLECTION on HOPE
This week my journey took me to a Shoppers food store here in Centreville. In front was an average looking young man with a card table and a few pieces of literature. He was there on behalf of www.mercymomshouse.com. He explained this organization reunites moms separated from their children. In some instances perhaps due to imprisonment. My impression was that he felt earnestly about this cause. He got my support. Then he asked me to promise to read the Book of James Chapter 1. I did. My reading continued in James and in Chapter 4 I hit upon my message in verse 17 from the NIV version:
"17 If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn't do it, it is sin for them."
This verse reminds me of Mom. She would see the good that so many others would miss. My definition of sin is separation from God. I believe if my soul shows me potential for "good" and I miss the chance to fulfill God's promise here on Earth then I have sinned because I have lost touch with the power of God's mandate to live in love. As November 14th the day that would be Mom's 92nd birthday approaches I remember the intensity of God's love that Mom radiated. In Mom's memory take the chance to do “good” and do it in the name of God's love.
Charles Hough
May 10, 2013
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM!
A dear friend at work lost her father unexpectedly yesterday. Here is my message to her. I feel as thought Mom was helping me write these words. (Thanks MOM)
Dear Tina,
I love you and care deeply for your loss. Since working here these last years I have had conflict over seeing you as my boss and seeing you as a friend. I feel both most times. Right now I feel just the friend part. I want you to know that I am a loyal friend who is here to listen and support you. Because I am 70 years old I have a heart full of sadness and tragedy and I can attest to you that every one of those has led me to have a greater love, a love that transcends and last forever. As Robin told me about your dad these are the words that came to me, “what we don't know about tomorrow could sure keep us awake every night.”
Tina I believe God is here with us every moment. I do believe at times like this we don't feel that support and love when we need it most. It is a paradox of being human and having free will. So at this time when you are hurting please take it from this friend, God will never abandon you and God will strengthen you always in all situations. This is the reason we sleep at night instead of worrying about and fearing tomorrow. It is God's promises that sustain all that is worthwhile in life. Claim those promises today and take strength that you have an army of friends here to support you and see you through this most difficult loss.
Your friend forever,
Chuck Hough
Regina
April 1, 2013
--- wrote this for Grandma ---
Thank you Chuck; you are an AMAZING family member and son.
------- Gerry------
Easter morning.
The day you flew, a poet beyond the end.
I keep my phone off all day and give the space to you.
We commune in gardens and smile.
I paint and make small bits of color work for me.
I fill in spaces with attention.
Like you.
I sing and feel full in my throat.
Feel my connection, my goodness.
Remember you.
I eat limas and onions.
Rice and soup and cornbread.
Taste our times together.
I love my precious, my baby.
Galileo- loved and mentioned to me with shaky hands and sweet, firm words.
Be you.
Life unfurls.
Rugged crosses.
Letting things alone.
Memories of GinaDarling.
Tears of loneliness followed by the deep knowing that it's all right.
Joel Osteen sessions with laughter and peace.
[Everything kind was OK with you]
Meals of impromptu and savory.
Closed eyes flutter with what has been.
Mashed fingers.
Words to mend.
Hugs of real.
Goodbyes of more real.
And, I walk with you.
And I talk to you.
And you are my own.
---post script---
I never was a girl that saw
our beloveds looking down from sparkling heavens.
But the truth is, you are in mine.
And we shine.
Together.
Charles Hough
March 24, 2013
I am inspried to write these words by my fiancé, Diane Garcia. She has invited me to once again love and allow myself to be loved.
LESSONS FROM THE BIBLE MARCH 24 2013
Perfection?
When we ask what is the greatest commandment? It is love the Lord your God with all your heart soul and mind. It occurs to me that Jesus perfected this commandment. He heard the love of God in his heart and he listened. Jesus listened always. When The Temptation is described Jesus responds with perfect assurance that God's love is with him. He listened completely. Jesus did not edit God's leading. When he prayed in the Garden, it was not his choice but God's he honored. He inculcated Gpd's love and brought it to life in the Sermon on the Mount. Those were God's words spoken by Jesus, His devoted follower. God's perfect believer.
We accept the second commandment which leads us toward a life as God would have this world live, love your neighbor as yourself or do unto others as you would have them do unto you. It would be interesting to imagine one of these standards without the other. For me the first lesson of the second New Testament commandment is that God does not expect or want self-sacrifice. If that is true then would God place Jesus on the cross as a sacrifice? This is a representation of Jesus inviting others to do unto Him that which he would never do to them. This is a contradiction of the second commandment, it is not?
We know that from the invaluable representation of Jesus' 33 years of spoken words that were captured in the Bible His most frequent admonition is “fear not.” It occurs that “fear not” could be the third greatest commandment. Reflecting on fear it is clear that when afraid we in our human condition will “freeze” like the bunny or “run” like the deer. Fear blocks the presence of God's love. Fear blocks our free will to act on the leading of the first and second commandments. Fear blocks our soul's ability to feel and “hear” our heart. The antidote for fear is to wait. Thus I suggest the third greatest commandment is “fear not but be patient.”
Reflect on the times you or others have not acted out of fear. Remember the famous “we have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Uttered at a moment when the world seemed destined to domination by a force of hate filled judgment with dimensions and power seldom if ever matched in recorded history. The culmination of that chapter in man's history ends on the side of good because of the patience and directed action of those who did not allow fear to demand panic and helpless surrender.
I compel you now, "fear not but be patient." Walk with our God and with Jesus' spirit each step for the rest of your life. Walk in peace and confidence. Step out and claim your freedom from all that was your past and no longer exist. Claim the present and the purity of the absence of guilt, regret and doubt. Know your heart is in the right place today. Know that with patience the first and second commandments will lead you to a life for which both God and you are proud.
chuck hough
February 16, 2013
Dedicated to my mom, Geraldine Buskey
Jesus and I became Friends before I reached the age of knowing right from wrong. I knew him as a compassionate presence who loved everyone. I somehow knew he was wise and offered lessons in living a “good” life. My knowledge even after I could read was from the teaching adults offered often interpreting the words in the King James Bible. During my teen years I became aware of the RSV but still gravitated to the King James. I did come to understand parts of the New Testament better thanks to the RSV.
My first personal encounter with Jesus occurred when my faith walk found me questioning how a belief in God fit into my daily life. The Golden rule was well established in my belief and actions. But I experienced it as out of balance. I was doing unto others but they were not doing unto me! I knew about Jesus' 40 days of retreat and found it natural to have my own moments of retreat. I lived on a farm in very rural SE Virginia. Every other year just 10 steps out my back door (no one ever used the front door) there was a corn field. My retreat was to head out my back door and walk between two rows of corn. In a few short steps there was blue sky above and lush green in every direction. I was "alone" and only God could see me. It was in these times that I established my first relationship with God. I knew God could sense what was in my heart. I knew as Jesus had done I could commune heart to heart with God. There were many times I felt despair and confronted the injustice that Jesus railed against. As I walked the land would slope slightly down toward the "Lee" ditch which drained the 30 acres that were my grandfather's farm, I would randomly pick a spot, lay down on my back, lace my fingers, put my hands behind my head and gaze up at the sky. I can still smell the earth just there cradling me as my heart sought God's knowing.
Jesus lead me to this retreat. He was an active part of each day for me. I learned early that life offers us much injustice and confronts us constantly with our inability to be whole by ourselves. Jesus' model of resisting injustice, of being at peace and offering compassion in the face of all unknowns was the pattern through which I looked as I sought to sort out life. I would spend hours watching the clouds pass overhead. Time could stand still and my heart could simply feel the love of God. I knew in those moments the presence of Spirit. Not because I was told it or because I had read it. I knew because it was real. My heart would be breaking or heavy with cares and as I lay there my heart would become whole and my cares would be lightened.
Who is Jesus? He is my savior. His teachings and the vast infinite spirit of love he enlightened and shaped some 2000 years ago was present as this ten year old boy tried to make sense of life. That is where, "love all as you would you have them love you," became part of my DNA. God did not ask that of me. There was no conversion experience. All that happened is the help and hope I needed was there for me as I opened my heart. The certainty that God is part of me was cast in those times.
There is one other thing. I am a naturally grateful person when anything is given to me. There was never a sense of there being a debt for this affirmation that God is in me. I remain faithful to this truth because I choose to. Not out of some sense of loyalty or obligation.
Yes, there are times of the Dark Night of the Soul. My faith is shaken often. Was Jesus faith faultless and without doubt? You decide for yourself. I can tell you that for me that is not important.
I know Jesus as a man who walked beside a little ten year old boy as we took in the view along an old country road and skipped stones across the Northwest River (which is in SE Virginia BTW). Yes, Jesus has a sense of humor. He is more gentle then the harshness of today's life allows us to imagine. He is self-sufficient and complete. He is independent of time and he is independent of point-of view. He is a friend to Buddha, Mohammed, Gandhi, Dr King and many other teachers. Is he a great teacher? Yes! In fact if you listen you can hear him whisper in your ear that you are a great teacher too.
I know Jesus as the son of the God we all share, just as he modeled for me that I too am God's child.
Regina
September 24, 2012
I love Jake's poem- a yummy tribute, intentional or not, to Grandma's spirit. And of course, love you Chuck. You are a beacon.
We love you and miss you Virgil (Little Joe)
Chuck Hough
September 21, 2012
The following poem written by my grandson is placed here in loving memory of Mom's grandson, Virgil Stevenson. Here is Jake's poem:
Jacob Coleman
9/20/12
B.1
Reflections on the Meaning of a Sweet Potato
The casserole dish clinks
as I lift the porcelain lid
and wave hot steam from my face.
My greedy fingers close around the biggest one,
its leathery skin
searing my hand.
In one slice, my knife exposes
deep orange flesh;
I patiently wait
for the butter to melt into thick, creamy streams.
The sweet taste
assaults my enraptured tongue,
the meat of my sweet potato
breaking into insubstantial paste.
Running down my throat;
leaving the taste of dark, almost bitter earthiness
to hint
at the rich soil
where it was grown.
I think
it's a crime
to eat a sweet potato
by yourself.
They should be shared
with family,
while listening to
Grandpa's anecdotes
for the thousandth time.
Or after a walk
in the cool, fall air
of Grandma's farm;
warming you up
from the inside.
A Thanksgiving sweet potato pie,
where the real fun
is waking up
early the next morning
and having two slices
before breakfast;
then being caught red-handed,
still licking my fingers
because I didn't
use a fork.
Fresh
out of the garden,
my hands questing
through red
Virginia clay;
to find a cold tuber
buried deep
in the ground.
Minutes after
my miniscule harvest
and I bite into
a fresh sweet potato,
in my opinion
no purer connection
to the earth.
My special memory
of a sweet potato:
old and wrinkled hands,
so delicate
with paper-thin skin;
kneading orange flesh
and flour together
into a biscuit,
so light
it melts in your mouth.
That is all I remember
of my Great-Grandma:
one magical
summer afternoon
at the beach,
making batches of
sweet potato biscuits.
All this is what
a sweet potato means to me.
It means laughter,
love
and family.
It means quiet dinners
(and loud ones)
all together;
it means knowing you belong,
have a place in the world;
and that you are cared for and loved.
Eating a sweet potato
is an almost religious act;
for it always
reminds me
I have a home.
Chuck Hough
May 7, 2012
Dear Family,
It is Mother's Day 2012! In honor of Mom I am including a poem she wrote and a photo of us with Mom at the Outer Banks. I am guessing around 1983. Enjoy your day and remember to feel Mom's love on this special day!
Love,
Chuckie
POEM
Lord, lead me down your path of love and light
Remove every barrier as I lift my wings in flight
The words of God are strengthening, sweet and new
Knowing I can put my trust and dependence in you
Leaving behind the sorrows and pain of yesterday
I'll smile and sing, light heartedly living today
The darkness of our past can bring sunshine our way
Like a rose we'll bloom bright and fair each day
Write your name upon my soul through the years
That good and love may overshadow all of my tears….
“Wrote this today, Mother loves ‘u'”
Chuck Hough
April 6, 2012
It's Easter, He is risen!
Mom we miss you. As life here goes on I realize that all you gave and did for us is pale in comparison to your love and assurance of His love. I now know that all through my life I would turn to you with what seemed an overwhelming burden and ALWAYS you gladly shared, you let me know that this too shall pass, you brought your heart and amazing positive outlook. This Mom is the essence of your character, "be thankful and love your life know you leave that one testament to God - how you handled the set backs and trials that end up defining us as His children."
I love you Mom. Happy Easter.
Chuckie
chuck hough
February 14, 2012
Mom,
Happy Valentine's Day!
You always offered that beautiful smile and made the world your Valentine!
chuck hough
May 17, 2011
Mom would have loved this story. I am sure had she seen it, it would have been an insert in one of her weekly letters. BTW there is a connection. As a young woman, Mom would go to Lake Drummond in the Great Dismal Swamp on church picnics! She loved to remember those years growing up. Enjoy this true story and when you read the judge's observation close your eyes and you will see the twinkle in Geraldine's eyes smiling back at you. God is good.
TEXAS BEER JOINT SUES CHURCH over LIGHTNING STRIKE
Texas Beer Joint Sues Church in Mt. Vernon, Texas, and Drummond’s Bar began construction on expansion of their building to increase their business.
In response, the local Baptist Church started a campaign to block the bar from expanding with petitions and prayers. Work progressed right up until the week before the grand
reopening when lightning struck the bar and it burned to the ground!
After the bar burning to the ground by a lightning strike, the church folks were rather smug in their outlook, bragging about the power of prayer, until the bar owner sued the
church on the grounds that the church . . ."was ultimately responsible for the demise of his building, either through direct or indirect actions or means."
In its reply to the court, the church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection to the building's demise. The judge read through the plaintiff's complaint and the defendant's reply, and at the opening hearing he commented...
"I don't know how I'm going to decide this, but it appears from the paperwork that we have a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that now does not."
Happy Mother's Day 2011 to Geraldine Buskey!! My mom.
Gerry with Chuck 2007
Chuck Hough
May 17, 2011
chuck hough
April 24, 2011
Lessons Mom Lived
Geraldine Buskey lived a devout life. Yes, she was devoted to her spiritual walk and touched her ethereal infinite God many times a day. More then this Mom lived a life devoted to the real palpable love of God that permeates life. It is always here. Of all those I have walked life’s journey with Mom evoked that love in every situation. She saw past our shattering pain of falling short and spoke clearly of God’s love in every moment. Gaga looked in our eyes, smiled and asked each of us at one time or other, “come here and give me a hug.” Some how she knew the devotion to love of the real souls who visit us during our life on earth leads us to a devout love and connection to The Infinite Love of the Universe that eventually posses our every soul.
Love,
Charles Palmer Hough April 24, 2011
chuck hough
April 22, 2011
Poem written by Geraldine Buskey around 1990
A path to take
A change to make
A price to pay
A vow to say
A gift to give
A dream to live
A cross to bear
A heart to care
A hope to seek
A prayer to repeat
It is Good Friday of 2011. I am posting one of my mom's poems in memory of her strong faith and praise of our Lord and Savior. As Mom would say "Have a blessed Easter."
chuck hough
April 2, 2011
It is April 2, 2011. A Satuday morning. I remember my mom in the kitchen singing God's praises and cooking for us all. Ham, hot sweetpotato biscuits with butter and of course the best compliment to any meal watermelon rind pickles!!! She was one great blessing for this old heart. I miss her and honor all that she did for and meant to our family.
Geraldine Buskey's Legacy.com site guest book is permanent. You may visit it at anytime to add your thoughts and memories.
LISTEN..."Praise God from whom all blessings flow....Priase Him above yee heavely host, Prise Him Father Son and Holy Ghost" I can hear her now!
God is good.
Chuck
Vickie Hampel
April 13, 2010
I am so thankful for the opportunity to have known Jerry. Her memory will always be a source of inspiration and encouragement to me in my life as a mother, a woman, a Christian, and a friend. I treasure the letters that she wrote to me always as I go back and re-read them. Her words to me were so uplifting. She always seemed to know what I needed to hear. She was truly a blessing to me and my family.
virginia wright
April 12, 2010
You are in our prayers.
Virginia Wright and Amanda Wright
Harry Jones
April 10, 2010
Dear Joe, Robbin & Family: We, Harry and Sandra Jones are very sorry about your lose of a very special lady, Jerry. We all loved her very much. Our mothers, Mrs. Gibbs & Mrs. Louise Jones both thought the world of Jerry. She will be missed by a lot of people in our neighbor and in your family. Her love and joy is still alive in all that she said and did as a good mother, neighbor, and friend.
Patricia Powers
April 9, 2010
Dear Family:
We have the happiest memories of our "Aunt Jerry." We will truly miss her encouraging letters and wonderful stories from the past. Please know that our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Much love,
Marvin and Patricia
Delwyn Hutto
April 9, 2010
Dear Joy, Joey and Family, Please accept my deepest sympathy at the passing of your mother. Geraldine was a great lady always with a smile. Looking at the photo gallery brings back many great childhood memories.I know how hard it is to loose your parents but know that they are in a better place.My dad always held Jerry in the highest reguard. My thoughts and paryers are with you. Delwyn DeFord Hutto
Lisa & Gary Lantrip
April 8, 2010
Dear Family,
We are so sorry to hear about Jerry. We will miss seeing her on her daily walks. She would always stop and chat and she always had a kind word to say.We will miss her dearly. We will be thinking of you and your family.
Lisa and Gary Lantrip
Theresa Nash
April 8, 2010
My Dad and I were so sorry to hear of your Mom's passing. Your Mom and my parents were the best of friends. I remember how I always admired your Mom. She was so very pretty and funny. I was looking through our family's pictures not too long ago and found a picture of Joy playing hide and seek with me when I was about 5 or 6.
Our deepest sympathies to you and your families.
Theresa Roughton Nash and Clair Roughton
Chuck Hough
April 8, 2010
God is good. In honor of my mom, Jerry Buskey.
April 8, 2010
I REMEMBER YOUR MOTHER WHEN I WAS A CHILD. I WAS ONE OF MARY CURLING FOSTER SONS. SHE TOOK ME TO SEE YOUR MOM ALOT. SHE ALWAYS MADE YOU LAUGH. REALLY IN THOSE DAYS SHE WAS A HOOT. LOL LOL I REMEMBER HER HAIR SO RED AND PRETTY. ALWAYS LOOKED LIKE A ANGLE AND NOW IS ONE WATCHING OVER HER MANY FRIENDS. DAN McREYNOLDS AMARILLO TEXAS
Irene Roughton
April 8, 2010
Dear Chuck and Family,
My sincerest condolences to all of you. Your mother will always have a place in my heart. She was a wonderful woman, so strong and beautiful forever. I'll always remember the times our families shared together - making ice cream, going to the city park, or just visiting. All my best wishes to you and yours.
Irene
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