On this day in history I would wake up to the smell of whole pork butt plugged with garlic and other seasonings wafting through the air! You see our mother was a traditionalist! She always cooked a whole pork butt and a whole rib eye roast for New Years day! I would lay in bed until I could identify that delightful aroma coming from the kitchen. I would image that the house be filled with family and friends, I'd get so excited I sprung out of bed to go greet our visitors cause surely dinner must be ready and soon be served. So I ran out of the room and out to the den to greet everyone much to my surprise there was........

No one, no one at all! I went to the oven an yes the roasters were full of roasts but how, but why, there must be some mistake no one is here, no one is up but why? So I run threw the house to find it silent, oh I know everyone is one is outside so through the door I go and what? This ain't right could I have slept through new years day? Impossible so I run into the house to check the time, ohhh no that can't be, no way its only 4am in the morning why but why this torment of pork roast overload can't be this human suffering at its finest, I am so confused an agonizing over my tortured senses, I give, no more sensory overload of pork roast plugged with garlic pleased relieve me, then standing in the middle of the den in the dark I hear sound, a door opening, who is this walking in the dark towards me is the devil coming to torture me! What else can he possible do to me? Wait no its mom thank god its mom! Mom begins to speak, I can only image what she is going to say, my  ears hear morning son you wanna taste the pork roast? I stood there in joy imagining the savory flavor coming from the morsel of pork, then what? ouch mom hits me as if she's trying to get my attention! What the hell you doing in middle of the damn floor? Get your ass up and go to bed! Boy I worry about you sometimes! What? go to bed? I haven't tasted the roast yet, son are you nuts I just put it on an hour ago! Get your ass in bed!

Moms pork roasts where legendary!

Happy New Years to everyone

Have you ever ate moms roast?

When James was just a child..he had imaginary friends to play with..and I suppose in his mind one named him " Bill "    he would only answer to Bill in fact he would tell you " names Bill "..so that's how the name Bill got started that lasted until he started college ..then the name James Stevin Jackson was reborn.. Most people still refer to him as Bill and his family will forever call him Bill..except when I would get upset with him ..then it was James..

In 1814 we took a little trip. Along with colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans. 
this song was bills favorite song when he was a kid. He had a little March he did when he heard it. One of my fondest memories of him

I met Bubba (James) and his sisters when I was a nurse at St. Lukes. When I first met them ... I thought what a different family.. then I came to love all of them dearly and to truly appreciate the love for each other. I will miss Bubba terribly, but I feared with each hospitalization that a little more life was being pulled from him. I know from our conversations that he loved and missed his mother terribly and the death of his brother seemed to truly hurt. I will miss Bubba’s kindness and sweet nature and know that he is rejoicing in Heaven with the family that left before him. I feel selfish for feeling sad at all ... knowing he is filled with everlasting joy!!! I’m gonna miss you so much Bubba ... love Andi