Richard Hudson

Make The Most Of It


I love sports. I wish I would have applied myself more when I was in high school. Living in the country, I ran everywhere I went. No playmates close by, so I shot baskets at a goal nailed to a tall post oak tree by our house, but I wish I would have shot more, however my guitar occupied a lot of my time back then too.

My son was telling me that my grandson was interested in baseball. He said they have a batting cage and a pitching machine at the school. I said that's where I would live. You have to be able to hit if you're going to be good at baseball. Good fielding will only take you so far, but if you can hit, you'll always be in demand. Today's pitchers are unbelievably good, and hitting a 90+ mph baseball is one of the most difficult things in sports to do.

I was pretty fair in basketball and baseball, and I was better than most at the 440 and the long jump, even if we did call it a broad jump, but I loved the guitar more. However, there is no sweeter sound than a basketball, and nuthin' but net. The crack of the bat when you hit a baseball right in the sweet spot. Breaking the tape at the end of the 440, and hitting some fresh sand that was unmarked was a good feeling too.

Sometimes I think we ought to get 2 tries at life. The first time would be a trial run through to get a good feel of things. Then the next time you could do for real with gusto.

Unfortunately, one chance is all we get, so, to you younger folks. Give 'em hell. You only get one pass.


Some Keys To Good Living


My old cuz told me a while back, "If I'da knowed I was gonna live this long, I'da took better care of myself." We all could probably take something from that. Incidentally, my old cuz needs our prayers. I appreciate it.

Even though we wish we would have taken better care of ourselves, it's never too late to make a difference. Many of my friends are like me, with more days behind me than there are before me. There are some things we can do to make our life better. Going to the gym and trying to get an Arnold physique, or at least like Arnold used to be, is a stretch for most all of us, but here are some things to do. It's free.

1. Go for a brisk walk every day, preferably very early in the morning. A brisk 30 minute walk will take you about 2 miles. It will get the blood to pumping, and you will be amazed at how much difference this one thing makes in how you feel.

2. Do some calisthenic (low impact) exercises. I learned these in the Army, but they are most helpful to me now.

A. BEND AND REACH - This is a 4 count exercise. Stand with your feet about shoulder width apart, maybe just a tad more. Stretch both hands and arm straight above your head. On the count of one, reach between your legs as far as you can go, keeping your knees as straight as possible. On the count of two, resume the starting position. Three and four merely repeats one and two. Start off with just a few reps, but work up to doing twelve. Your daily dozen.

B. SIDE TWISTER - Same starting position as above, except extend your hands and arms straight out, parallel to the ground. This is an 8 count exercise. On the count of one, twist your upper body to the right as far as you can keeping your hands and arms extended. On the count of two and three, bounce the movement even further, and on the count of four, resume the starting position. On the count of five twist your upper body to the left, in the same manner as before. Repeat the same movements except by twisting to the left. On the count of eight, resume the starting position. Again, do as many reps as you comfortably can, working up to twelve eventually. Your daily dozen.

C. FOUR COUNT SQUAT - Same starting position as the other two, except this time you will place both hands on your hips. On the count of one, squat down as far as you can go. Not as easy as it sounds. Watch your balance. On the count of two, resume the starting position. Repeat one and two for counts three and four. Do as many as you can, building up to twelve reps eventually. Your daily dozen.

When you feel up to it, add some pushups to your regimen. Don't over do it. Even if you only do one to start, you can do two the next day, and so on. Keep going until you can do twelve at a time. Your daily dozen. This is beginning to sound a little monotonous, but you're going to like the new you. You can repeat the 12 pushups during the day as many times as you like, if you're up to it.

VERY IMPORTANT - Stretch your muscles before you exercise. Especially your upper legs and calf muscles. It will make a world of difference in soreness afterwards. Stretching after exercising helps a lot too, but the before exercises are vital.

You don't have to walk 2 miles the first morning. Take it easy. Maybe just leisurely stroll around the block the first few mornings, and stretch it out as you can.

Moderation is the key. Not only in exercise, but also in most everything else, especially in the foods you eat. Eat healthy, in sensible portions. Remember, moderation. Drink lots of water every day.

Now, understand, I am not a professional trainer, nor am I a nutritionist. I am just passing on some things that work for me. I need to be more disciplined in what I do, but an active lifestyle is important to your good health.

Stay active, my friends.


Losing Friends


Boy, I'm losing too many good friends. Just this past Thursday, Aubrey Day passed away, and now I just learned that Dale Hines passed this afternoon just after 2:00. Your prayers for these two families is much appreciated.

Aubrey's mother, Luvala, was a charter member to the church Conchieta grew up in. She and my mother in law were very close friends. As a consequence I became very close to her 3 boys, Bill, Corky, and Aubrey. More than close. It was more like I have always been an adopted brother. And, now, only Corky is left. The Day family has done much in the development of Ardmore as a community.

Dale Hines is a brother to my former Pastor's wife. Dale and I bonded instantly when we met several years back.. He was in the construction business, and has many notable projects to his credit. The Hines family is a musical family, and Dale was no exception. I loved hearing him sing, and his knowledge of all things pertaining to gospel music was something I always enjoyed and admired. I was honored to serve on the Deacon Board with Dale for several years. He always knew how to render a compliment that meant something, and you knew he was sincere when he would say it. I'll miss him.


I Miss My Mom and Dad


I’ve been thinking about my precious Mom and Dad a lot the last few days. Maybe because of the holidays, but I sure miss them.


Thanks To Those Who Take Care Of Us, and Merry Christmas


To all of our soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines, to all who wear the uniform and can't be home today, please understand that a grateful nation appreciates what you do. Homecoming will be so much sweeter when you get there.

To all of the truck drivers who didn't get a load home and are stuck in a lonesome old truck stop, please accept our thanks for what you do, and we all hope that you arrive home safely very soon.

To all of the workers who are on duty today, we wish you well and thank you for keeping the wheels turning. I know your family is looking for you to be home soon.

And, to anyone else I left out who is away from home today, I wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope you are reunited with your loved ones soon.

There is not a lonesome feeling that compares with being away from family and loved ones on Christmas day. Let's all say a prayer of comfort for all of those who are away from home today. God's speed, and safe journeys home.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.


If At First You Don't Succeed...


How many times have you ever tried something new, or tried to turn over a new leaf, so to speak, or decided it was time that some changes were to be made? Then immediately when you start the new endeavor it seems that it is all blowing up in your face. Well, don't feel lonesome, because we all have experienced that. As a matter of fact, it is happening to me this week. I have been practicing a new routine for a couple of weeks on a dry run basis. In other words nothing involved except going through the motions to see if it would work. After a couple of weeks of dry run, and some fairly good success, I decided it was time to go live with it this week, and guess what? Right. It ain't going so well so far.

Maybe you were trying for a promotion on your job, and you spent a lot of time and effort in preparing yourself for that promotion only to find out that you had been passed over for someone else, or maybe the position was no longer available. So, is it time to quit trying to better yourself? No, of course not, because even if you didn't get the job you were trying for, look how much better prepared you are to do your present job, and, the better you do, someone is going to notice. Maybe you have lost your job. You are unemployed. You spend hours preparing yourself for the interview for that perfect job that fits you in every way, only to be disappointed when you find out the job went to someone else. Should you just give up and quit trying? After all, that job was perfect for me and if I didn't get that one, there's no hope. No! That's not in my DNA. Never quit trying, and never quit preparing yourself for something better. That big rock doesn't go to pieces the first time you strike it with the hammer, but you weakened it, and if you keep striking eventually it is going to crumble. Life is that way. Every thing does not go the way we would like, but we still keep trying, and we still keep trying to do better. Even if it seems hopeless, it is not. As long as you have a heart beat, and there is still breath, there is still hope. DON'T EVER GIVE UP!

So, back to my little project. Even though things haven't gone as I hoped they would thus far in my new venture, I am not giving up. I know it will work, and I have a plan. I will keep working that plan even though there are setbacks, because I know it will work. Go, and do thou likewise.

Some simple advice that my Dad gave me was that no matter what you do, do your best. Blessings to you folks. My prayers for your good success.



I Am A Child Of The 50's


There are a few things on my mind.  Yesterday, Jan 8, was Elvis' birthday.  Those of you who are younger might say, well, big deal. But, to those of us who were around when Elvis came on the scene, it was a big deal.  A very big deal.  More like a huge deal. Unlike anything else I have witnessed in my lifetime.  Rock and Roll was in its infancy, in the mid 50's.  There was a stir when Elvis first emerged about 1954, but nothing earth shattering.  Bill Haley and The Comets had already released "Rock Around The Clock," and Happy Days was being played out in real life for us.  Elvis was part of the opening acts for country stars like Hank Snow and others for a while, but it soon became evident that everyone was not coming to see Hank Snow.  They were coming to see this young kid from Tupelo, MS with the swivel hips and the sultry voice, and the girls were screaming and going crazy.  Elvis' records were getting more and more air time and his recordings were charting.  Then somewhere along the way, Colonel Tom Parker took over, and Elvis was going to be on The Ed Sullivan Show.  He was going to be paid $50,000.  An unheard of amount at the time.  Ed Sullivan, being the conservative type that he was, gave strict orders that Elvis would be shown from the waist up only, but that didn't stop the girls from screaming, and the Elvis phenomenon was in full swing.  Elvis drew crowds that up to that time, were unheard of.  Many times he would do two shows to try to accommodate the overflow crowds.  I remember that was the case in Oklahoma City at the Municipal Auditorium.  The capacity at that time was about 7,500.  It was filled to overflowing, and there was still pandemonium outside of fans wanting to get in, so Elvis agreed to do another show.  It was filled again, and still there was a mob outside wanting to get in. That was the way it was.  There were other big stars at the time, such as Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino, and many others, but none created the stir that Elvis did.


Before all of this, this young truck driver walked into Sun Studios in Memphis and asked if he could make a recording for his Mother for her birthday.  Sam Phillips agreed and I am sure he thought to himself, Yeah, another kid that thinks he can sing.  The recording was rough and crude, but Sam Phillips knew this kid had something special.  Deed Eddy, Duane's wife, posed a question of what would we be doing if Elvis hadn't went in to make that recording for his Mother?  That is a hard one to answer.  Rock and Roll had already started, and it was obvious that it was something new, but when Elvis came out, everything exploded and the music world hasn't been the same since.  Am I a fan?  You'd better believe I am.  I have been since I first heard him.  Elvis was uncomfortable when folks would refer to him as The King, but there is no doubt about it.  He is The King Of Rock and Roll, and always will be.


Happy Birthday, Elvis.


My Friend, Jerry Taylor


My life has been blessed in many ways.  One of those ways is that I have been privileged to become acquainted with some of the very finest people on earth.  Every so often, there will be a special connection with one of those new acquaintances and we become friends, almost instantly.  That was the case when I met Jerry Taylor a few years back.  I was leading song services and singing specials in our little church, and one night I noticed a couple that I had never seen before came in and sit near the back, in the middle section.  I noticed right away how the man seemed to take a special interest in my guitar playing and I could feel his genuine smile of appreciation.  Funny how there is a difference in a smile, and a genuine smile.  His wife sat quietly by his side, and after the service was over, they both came up and introduced themselves as I was putting away my gear.  He told me his name was Jerry Taylor, and he also introduced me to his wife, Shirley.  He told me that he played guitar, but hadn't played as much lately because his health was declining.  Time went on and we became better acquainted and somewhere along the way I met Shirley's son, Michael and his wife Trish.  I then found out that I had known Trish's dad for a long time, as we had worked together in the past.  I could go on and on, but I'll try to bring this to a conclusion.  Jerry's health continued to decline until it was serious.  Jerry was a veteran, and was eventually hospitalized in the Veterans Center.  Now, for some regrets.  You know how life is busy and it seems that we can never find time to do all of those little things that we want to do.  Well, such was the case here.  I kept thinking that I wanted to go by the Veteran's Center and visit with Jerry, but something would always get in the way, and I am ashamed to say very regretfully that I never got by to visit him.  Well, today I saw the sad news that my friend, Jerry had passed away.  Jerry deserved better from me.  I know he would have done better by me, had the roles been reversed.  So, please don't put off those little things that you know you should do.  It is the little things that mean so much.  I know Jerry knew how much I respected him and appreciated his friendship, but I should have found the time to go see him. My prayers and best wishes to Shirley and family.  Jerry Taylor was a good guy.  Thank you, Jerry, for serving our country, and thank you for being my friend.




Happy Birthday, Dad


First, I must apologize for not keeping up with current news with you.  My last entry was last August, commemorating my Mom's birthday.  Yesterday was my Dad's birthday.  Of course my Mom and Dad are no longer with me, but I still miss them like crazy.  I don't think we ever get old enough to not need Mom and Dad's approval or advice every so often.  When I look around and see how many broken homes there are, and how many kids are running around with no one to look up to, it brings it home again about how lucky I was to have a wonderful Mom and Dad who did their best for me and my brother in every way.  I have tried to do the same by my family, but my heart breaks when I know I have fallen short of what I would like to achieve or teach them.  I truly believe that most of the problems that our country, and the rest of the world for that matter, face are because of a break down in the family unit.  Every child deserves to have a Mom and Dad that loves them above all else, and cares enough about them to teach them right from wrong.

This has been a busy winter, and there has also been a few interruptions that have kept me from getting my music back on track.  There is always something to get in the way.  I hope to have my new gospel instrumental album ready by summertime.  It is exciting as it all comes together.  I want this one to be the best I can do, and with God's help, and with the help of friends to advise me, it will be.

My friend, Doyle Dykes, is always trying to encourage everyone to get out there and use your God given gift.  I hope to do that, and may I encourage you to do the same.  Thank you all for your encouragement and support.  Until next time...



Happy Birthday, Mom


My Mom was born on this date, August 18, in 1920.  She had polio as a baby and walked on crutches for the first few years of her life.  My Grandma Lee, Mom's Mother, was a Pentecostal preacher.  In those days they held services in various homes.  Some called those Cottage Prayer Meetings.  One night at one of the meetings they had prayer for my Mom that God would heal her from being crippled.  The next morning she got out of bed and walked to the breakfast table on her own.  She never used the crutches again as long as she lived.  The only way I know this is true is because I have seen numerous pictures of my Mom as a little girl on crutches with obvious physical deformities.  There were no after effects.  Her sisters and her brother also backed up the facts.  Even my 3rd grade school teacher told me that she remembered my Mom as a little crippled girl.  To me my Mom was a living testimony to the miraculous healing power of Almighty God.

Mama was a guitar player, much in the same style as Maybelle Carter of the famous Carter Family, and she also had a beautiful singing voice.  She taught me how to play guitar and we would sing duets at church when I was about 6 years old.  They would stand me on the altar so that people could see me.  It must have been quite a sight for a little boy playing a big old guitar and singing.

My Dad passed away in 1990.  After Daddy passed away, Mom would stay up late at night watching TV until she got so sleepy she couldn't hold her eyes open and only then would she go back to bed.  She and Daddy lived in and around Konawa, OK for their entire lifetimes.  On Thanksgiving morning, in 1992, my family and I drove from our home in Ardmore, OK to spend Thanksgiving day with Mama.  When we arrived at her house I could hear her TV and the front door was still locked, even though she knew we were coming.  I knocked on the door rather lightly, but no answer.  I knocked louder.  Still no answer.  I then rang the doorbell, but still no answer.  About that time a teenage boy whose family was friends with my parents came up and told us that his Mother had not been able to get my Mom to answer the phone all morning.  We found a window unlocked over the kitchen sink.  When I went inside, there sat my precious Mother in her recliner, with her pajamas on, all ready for bed.  She almost had a smile on her face.  She sat there looking so very relaxed, but sometime during the night before she died very peacefully in her sleep.  It was such a shock because there was no history of any kind of heart trouble with her.  

My Mom and Dad were good people.  They were not wealthy but they both never missed an opportunity to help anyone in need.  The community remembered that.  The building where they held my Dad's funeral could not hold all who came, so they sat up extension speakers outside for those who couldn't get inside.  It was almost the same with my Mom.

I have thought many times about how it is only by the Grace of God that my parents were Alvie and Christie Hudson.  I had no say so about that.  I will never measure up to what they were, but I am grateful to have had the privilege of being their son and learning from both of them.  I miss them both.