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Epic

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It's 5:30. I lock the front door, turn off the lights, and walk to the back and get in my car to go home. He's gone with the truck and won't be home until late, so I'm taking her out for a walk. When I walk in the back door, she greets me and runs to the front door and looks expectantly over her shoulder at me. "Yes, hon, we're going for a walk!" I put my sweatshirt on and tie the hood. It's gotten a little cooler. Only an hour until the sun sets. She runs to the old black pickup. I open the door for her and she jumps in and takes up her station at the passenger side window that is always left halfway down for her. It's a bit of a struggle since my knee surgery, but I finally get the clutch pressed down, lower the steering wheel, start the engine, and we are off. It hurts to keep shifting, so I keep the speed down so we can stay in second. All the way north of town, she hangs her head out the window, her long ears streaming back. I always park at th…

Las Vegas Tragedy

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October 2017 Las Vegas TragedyI am proud to be a lifetime NRA member. And it blows my mind that there are those who think that we need more laws to prevent what happened in Las Vegas a couple of days ago. I'd like them to tell me specifically what law they would enact that would have prevented Paddock from doing what he did. And they can't! Because there is no way it could have been prevented. Laws don't stop people like him! I hope they do a complete and thorough autopsy on him to see if he was dying or suffering from some condition. It will be interesting to find out what we are told was his reason!
Anyhoo... I have a Concealed Carry permit and am proud to say that I can defend myself! I firmly believe that there should be gun safety classes taught in schools so that children become aware that a gun is not inherently bad in and of itself. I also think that teachers and custodians and other school workers should all be allowed to carry guns.

Clothing Memories

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I happen to have my christening dress. It's white satin and there is also a little lacy bonnet with pink ribbons, and a matching pair of tiny white satin shoes. I also have a white knitted blanket. I suppose I could look for a doll that size to put it on... My mom and my sisters always put dresses on me. I can remember wanting them to tie the ties in back as tight as they could. The one I wore for my 1st grade picture was navy blue rayon with white lace trim. I had dressed myself and I "borrowed" my sister's elaborate rhinestone necklace. It was proof that yes, a first-grader can be "overdressed"! In elementary school, all the girls were required to wear dresses, even in the wintertime. But we were allowed to bring along a pair of slacks that we could put on under our dresses to keep our legs warm during recess. Once, a boy in my class needed to borrow someone's slacks either because he got his pants too wet to wear at recess, or he had a little "acc…

Bee's Knees

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September 2017
Tomorrow it will be 6 weeks since I had my left knee replaced with one made of Carbon Chrome! I've discovered the following things: Physical Therapy hurts like hell... but it makes you feel better in the long run. Opioids like oxycodone and tramadol mess with your head!!! (I'm off them now, thank goodness). Getting to sleep the whole night through is a stellar achievement! Sympathy from others does help.
Who knew so many people have had knees done!

Cemeteries

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July 2017
I love cemeteries. Our cemetery that is located a mile north of our town is so beautiful! It has winding paths and the grave plots are arranged in the shape of wagon wheels. My husband's grandfather designed that cemetery. He also was a town founder. He was one who mowed where the streets of our town would be in 1892. When I was maybe ten years old, I often rode my blue bike with the fat tires out to the cemetery. I would take my lunch and a book. Later, when I became engaged, I wanted to be married there at the cemetery, but my mother said no. My parents and grandparents and great-grandparents and my husband's parents and grandparents and great-grandparents plus a whole host of uncles, aunts, and cousins are all buried out there. I have always been the family historian since I was small. Old people were my best friends. I loved to hear them talk about the good old days. My grandmother told me a lot. And my great-aunt, who was the family historian for her generation, ga…

Let the Celebration Begin!!!

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June 2017 We're almost ready for the Quasquicentennial. The programs have been printed. The electricians have added 220 outlets to both parks for the food trucks. The lights for the mural are on the way. Everyone has purple & white flowers planted. The town is filling potholes on the parade route. The new banners are up. Schedules are made out. The entertainment has been booked, and the fireworks are ready to go. And we'll be taking all the souvenirs including t-shirts and crockery over to the Quasqui Headquarters soon... (the library). It would have been a lot harder for us to do without cellphones, texting, and the internet! I haven't a clue how they did it 25 years ago for the Centennial... and that was a huge success! My husband was our mayor and life was good. I'm sure you all have heard of a Sesquicentennial which is a 150th anniversary, and a lot of us remember the nation's Bicentennial which was 200 years, but do you have any idea what a 175th anniversary…

My Song

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February 2017
Wouldn't it be cool if each of us were born with our own theme song? A song that was uniquely yours? A song that would play whenever you entered a room or walked down the street! And you would be known by your theme song because everyone's would be unique and different. Your song would be muted when you go to school or enter a crowd. But as soon as you are alone again, your song would follow you. When two people get married, their theme songs would mesh and blend into a new song, but they still would keep their own. When children arrive, they would bring their own songs to the family symphony in blended harmony, and pets would also have their own songs, as playful or somber as they are.
And when a person dies, his song would echo and become fainter as time wears on until only his loved ones can recall it.