Facebook Changes

The only time I ever post anything on my Facebook page is when I post something off this website, david-tadlock.com. I have been thinking about it lately that I never put anything straight to my Facebook page.

Anyone who knows me knows that I read a lot. Someone once said to be a good writer you have to read twice as much as you write; which is what I try to do. I’ve even changed up my reading habits for 2016. I don’t like to read all genre of novels but I try to be open in my selections.

For instance, I’m not a big fan of werewolves, vampires or zombies. I know there’s a lot of writers who have jumped on that bandwagon since that is the most popular thing going right now.  But it’s just not for me.  I try to read classic novels as well as a modern day novel, I had to force myself to read Bram Stoker’s Dracula.  It’s considered a classic and I wanted to read it to say I’ve read it but for me it was hard to get through.

Another thing about the werewolves, vampires and zombies of today some writers have written books where there is the good ones, bad ones, those that are born again Christians and those that are not.  Exactly how does a vampire or zombie become a born again Christian?  If those kind of books are for you then that’s fine and I don’t have a problem with it.  Just don’t ask me to read them.

Back to my Facebook page.  I thought about the books I have read.  Recently my loving wife had come across a super, super deal at a flea market or yard sale somewhere and she came home with boxes and bags full old western novels.  Louis A’mour, Elmore Leonard, Norman A. Fox and Frederick Faust (as some would know by his pen name, Max Brand).  Most of the old western movies were made from the writings of these authors.

Since I have such an extensive library now of all kinds of books, some old, some very old and some new, I decided that I wanted to share with you the books that I read.   So beginning now if you follow me on Facebook I will start putting a copy of the book I read and my review of it on my Facebook page.   And if you have Facebook you’re more than welcome to like my page and follow me on Facebook.  I tried Twitter and really didn’t care much for it.

Maybe it will encourage you to start looking a little more closely at the treasure trove of books that are available to you at your nearest flea market or at your neighbor’s yard sale.

Love you all and happy reading!



First of all I want to thank all of my family and friends who have called, text or messaged me wishing me a happy birthday. I want to thank my beautiful and wonderful sister, Kim Smiley, for all that she has done for me and my family this year and for the Christmas card and birthday card with the throw-back picture of me and my dogs inside. That was a real surprise and a treat and I thank her so much for that.

For my birthday today my beautiful and wonderful wife and I slept in late, she brought me breakfast in bed, which she does quite often. Then we did what we love doing most; going to flea markets and thrift stores looking for bargains and “stuff” to clutter our house with. I don’t blame her for it all I’m just as bad. Especially when it comes to books. I look for great deals in used books. Even though we’ve (I’ve) got more books than I’ll probably ever read. Our son, Josh, will have a great time either giving away or throwing away all of those books after we have gone on to a nursing home or our Heavenly home.

On our journey we stopped at a little Christian thrift store in Florala, Alabama. As we browsed around I had picked out a few books that interest me. By then I was ready to go while my wife was still looking around. As I stood at the counter waiting on my bride I looked at the Christian books and Bibles on a table there. Next to that table was another table with a bunch of Christmas what-nots, ornaments and coffee cups. The nice lady working there told me all the Christmas stuff was free. “Free?” I asked. “Please don’t tell my wife or we’ll be here all day.” Guess what? Yea, she told my wife. But to my surprise she said all the Christian books and Bibles on the other table were free too. So now my wife and I both were plundering through the tables. She explained to us that they were so blessed with so much Christmas stuff that they chose to give away what was left after Christmas. She also went on to tell us the reason the Christian books and Bibles were free was that she would rather give people a message of hope and salvation, which is, always has been and always will be free. We only spent a few dollars there but we also left her with a added special donation to help them with any other needs or expenses.

As we drove home the thought came to me about the day before. I had worked and on my way home I decided to stop at a station and get me a drink and a snack. The young lady working the register apparently was having a bad day. She was trying to wait on customers while trying to get the store owner on the phone because some gas pumps had quit working and one of the credit card machines had quit. There was a few of us customers in the store and she shook her head in frustration. After I paid for my drink and snack I smiled at her and told her that she had a pretty smile. I then turned to the lady standing behind me and asked her didn’t she think she had a pretty smile. The lady behind me smiled and promptly agreed. Even though the young lady wasn’t smiling at the time, I wanted to give her some kind of word of encouragement. All I could think about is that I’ve never seen anyone with an ugly smile. We the customers did get a smile and a “Happy New Year” out of her.  I just hope the rest of her day went well.

Usually the New Year resolution I always make every year is that I make a resolution to not have a resolution. But today on my birthday I have finally come up with a New Year’s resolution that I think I can do for the entire year. That is to give people a smile and a word of encouragement. Wouldn’t that be a great resolution if everyone had that one too? Besides I have always done that anyway, so I think that would be a great resolution to begin with. But now for 2016 I want to up the ante on that.

Over the past few weeks of the Christmas holidays my wife and I both have commented on how people don’t look happy. While out Christmas shopping we noticed a lot of people, customers and employees alike, seem like they would have a frown on their face. So my New Year’s resolution when I see someone without a smile I’m going to start giving them mine. I always keep an extra smile in my pocket in case I give one away. I’m also going to be extra nice and think extra positive this year. That’s just me. I would also like to encourage each and everyone reading this to use this resolution along with any others you may have for this upcoming new year.

Now my favorite college football team is getting ready to play so with that I’m gonna say, I love you, God Bless you, happy New Year, happy birthday to me and a big Roll Tide.

What Does The Bible Say About Your Birthday?

Have you ever wondered what the Bible says about your birthday? Yes, the day you were born. Have you ever looked your birthday up in the books of the Bible?

My birthday is December 31st – 12/31. Or in the Bible it would be 12:31. Not all books have 12 chapters in them and not all chapters have 31 verses in them but for the ones that does here goes.

All scriptures are taken from the King James Version Bible 1611. (KJV)


Exodus = And He called Moses and Aaron by night, and said, Rise up, and get you forth from among my people, both ye and the children of Israel; and go, serve the Lord, as ye have said.

2 Samuel = And he brought forth the people that were therein, and put them under saws, and under harrows of iron, and under axes of iron and made them pass through the brickkiln and thus did he unto all the cities of the children of Ammon. So David and all the people returned unto Jerusalem.

1 Kings = And he made a house of high places, and made priests of the lower of the people, which were not of the sons of Levi.

1 Chronicles = And of the half tribe of Manasseh eighteen thousand, which were expressed by name, to come and make David king.

Nehemiah = Then I brought up the princes of Judah upon the wall, and appointed two great companies of them that gave thanks, whereof one went on the right hand upon the wall toward the dung gate.


Matthew = Wherefore I say unto you, all manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men: but the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto men.

Mark = And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as theyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.

Luke = But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; and all these things shall be added unto you.  (One of my favorite scriptures in the Bible.)

John = Now is the judgment of this world: now shall the prince of this world be cast out.

1 Corinthians = But covet earnestly the best gifts: and yet shew I unto you a more excellent way.

So if you are ever feeling down and out, discouraged, upset or even happy or sad take the time to look your birthday up in the Bible and see what it says. It is sure to lift you up.

Have a very Blessed day!


I hope everyone had a wonderful Independence Day and weekend. I hope it was one that you will always remember and never forget.

As we celebrated this Independence Day I would like to reflect on some time-old traditions that have made this day special. Traditionally family and friends would get together to celebrate. There would be cookouts and barbeques. The scent of hamburgers, hotdogs and barbeque cooking over a hot-fired grill would give off an aromatic aroma that would make a groups stomach sound like a pack of young lions bellowing out. Ice cold watermelon in the afternoon possibly along with a seed spitting contest and then a friendly football, softball or volleyball game amongst everyone. In the evening a fireworks show at a local park or out in an open field.

Maybe there would be a parade in town. A high school band marching as they played patriotic songs that would make any parents or war veterans’ heart swell with pride. An ROTC unit in full uniform marching in order holding the American flag out front and center while others carry their rifles on their shoulder, showing off their skills to a well-choreographed shout from a squad leader. Maybe there would be horses and buggies carrying cowboys and cowgirls while they hold their flags high with pride. And let’s not forget the fire-trucks and police cars with sirens blaring all draped with the Stars and Stripes. Kids waving their small flags on the sidewalks and when the big flag would come by everyone would put their hand over their hearts and soldiers and veterans would salute. The only thing that would probably be missing from the parade is jolly old Saint Nick himself. But this parade isn’t about him, this parade would center on the one thing that many of our forefathers and many today have fought and died for. A land and country we call the “Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.” And the grandest thing of all that we take pride in is Old Glory itself, the American flag.

We would have sparklers, firecrackers and bottle rockets to shoot off in our backyard. It didn’t matter if you lived in the country or the city. It may have been annoying to the neighbors but they knew in a day or two all the excessive noise will be subsided and everyone would go back to their daily lives and routine.

We celebrated our 4th with some friends that I grew up with. Maw Motes, as I’ve began calling her and her husband, Paw Motes, a few short years ago were another set of parents growing up that I answered to. Since Paw Motes went on to be with the Lord just a few months back I told my wife and everyone else that would listen; I’m going to spend the 4th with Maw Motes wherever she was going to be. Maw and Paw Motes’ youngest son and I grew up together as best of friends and I quit calling him “friend” a long, long time ago. We’ve called each other “Bro” or “Brother” for years now and sometime we would call each other the occasional “Goofball” or “Knothead” everyone once in awhile.

We did a few of the traditional things that I had mentioned earlier. We helped shell peas and beans, had a cookout, talked about old times, refreshed our memory of some old friends and folks that others had forgotten about. My wife and I were taught a new, maybe it was an old, way of playing dominoes. We laughed and carried on until it was time to go and watch the fireworks display at the nearest town.

Summerdale, Alabama is a small town in Baldwin County in south Alabama that dots one of the many expressways and highways headed toward the beaches of the gulf coast. I quickly learned it was a town that prided itself on good southern traditions as well, the kind my wife and I love to look for. The people were friendly and the fireworks display was wonderful. Everyone parked on both sides of the road and sat on tailgates of trucks, brought out lawn chairs or just stood there propped against a vehicle waiting for the fireworks display to begin. A few people sat inside their vehicles. While we waited for the show to start the good Lord gave us a show of his own by sending us some thunder and lightening in the distance. I think everyone prayed for the rain to hold off until the fireworks show was over, to which it did.

To say the least as tired and exhausted as I was, it was hard for me to go to sleep that night. I lay there reflecting on the events of the day, trying to burn them into my memory forever. And of course part of my insomnia could have been from hearing fireworks continuously going off in the distance. Before finally dozing off to a restful sleep I quietly lay there and gave thanks to the Lord for letting me live in a country where freedom is still free, for now and hopefully for generations to come, and where we could have good memories of good times with good friends.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.  Psalms 33:12


Today I spent Valentine with my first love.
My heart felt higher than the eagles above.
He didn’t say anything when he took me in his arms.
He held me close and I felt so safe and warm.
He looked into my eyes and softly said, “I love you.”
“I love you so much I’ve got something special for you.”
He held me by the hand as he guided me through.
Where was he taking me? Where were we going to?
We walked on and the day seemed so serene.
As I looked around it was the most beautiful day I have seen.
Dogs and cats were playing, birds were chirping in the trees.
Children were running and playing so happy with glee.
We walked down the street I couldn’t see where it ends.
I saw many of my loved ones and many of my friends.
I could not believe as I looked around of all that I see.
I could not believe this is what my first love is giving to me.
We stopped at a beautiful mansion, the kind I’ve only dreamed about.
“This is for you my child.” As he held his nail scarred hands out.
Yes, I’m spending Valentine with my first love forever in his presence.
He was my first love on earth and now he’ll forever be my first love in heaven.



(This is for all the bus drivers whose work and dedication doesn’t go unnoticed. Thank you all for all you do in taking care of our children on the roads.)

The school buses were lined up neatly all in a row,
Waiting for all the little children to get out of school so they could go;
Dropping them off at their houses all over town,
The driver wanted to get home before dark and before the sun went down;

He shook his head as he looked in his mirror at the loud and wild bunch,
“What did they feed you at school today was it sugar for lunch?”
That was the wrong question as nine-year-old Alfred heard what he said,
Being the smartest kid in school he raised both hands along with his head,
He began to explain everything right down to the number of carbohydrates,
How much fat and calories was in it and how much he ate.
The driver drove on and listened but Alfred was becoming a real bore,
He mumbled to himself “Just be calm its just a few stops more.”

They suddenly got quite he turned and looked around,
Then he heard the one thing he dreaded that one little sound;
His eyes got watery as he tried to hold his breath,
He was trying his hardest while his face turned blood red;

He slid his window wide open to let the fresh air blow in,
He leaned over and stuck his head out so he could breathe again;
He knew it wouldn’t help but he turned on the wipers,
He looked in his mirror and said, “Someone needs to check their diaper.”

The last one is off he finally got some peace and quite,
He looked around behind him but something wasn’t quite right;
There stood six-year-old little Suzy with her backpack on in the aisle,
She looked up at him with big brown eyes and a snaggle-tooth smile;

He mumbled again as he shook his head from side to side,
He wondered how he missed her where did she hide?
He looked down at her and he didn’t want to make a big fuss,
When he asked her she said, “I guess I got on the wrong bus.”

My 4th of July Prayer

Heavenly Father, we humbly ask that you watch over our soldiers, sailors and airmen and protect them all from our enemies and show them your loving kindness and power. I ask that you minister to them this very moment and lift their spirits. Where there is pain, give them peace and mercy. Where there is doubt, give them confidence. Where there is a need, fill that need. Bless their homes, bless their families, bless their finances and their journeys. Keep your hand of protection upon them day and night. Cover them with a blanket of protection like a loving mother or father covers their children on a cold winters night. Put a hedge and wall of protection around them and put them all under the shadow of your protective wings until they all come home safe. In Jesus’ precious name we pray, Amen.

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