Wonders of Life

The luck of the Irish

2011-03-17T09:24:00.007-04:00

Today is St. Patrick's Day. We often hear the statement, "the luck of the Irish". Although, I'm not Irish, my husband is from Ireland. Within our home, we have a number of items that are Irish. When I think of the statement"luck of the Irish", I feel very lucky and fortunate. Although, I have had my share of hurts and disappointments, I feel very lucky. I'm fortunate to have had a long career and was able to retire at age 56 with 90% of my salary. I've just recently applied for Soc. Sec. benefits. With my time I have the freedom to spend time with family and friends. I enjoy being a Hospice volunteer and receive many blessings from those I spend time with. I'm fortunate to be pretty healthy, whereas others are not so fortunate. My home life can be "crazy" living with my Irish man,who will blast up the c.d.'s of Irish music,comes up with unusual inventions, as well as art works. Still, I'll keep my man. I have a beautiful stepdaughter as well as a granddaughter,and son-in-law. My,now 6 dogs are loud but gives me pleasure as well as medical bills. I, may not be Irish, but I'm lucky. Are you lucky and what do you feel fortunate to have?

2011-02-11T08:24:00.014-05:00

I think that most people would have to admit the weather has been "wild",
too much rain,snow,wind. Living in Georgia, we rarely expect to get snow.
In the past no. of months, we have had snow (2-4 in.)on Christmas Day.We have
had snow two times since Christmas. This amount of snow may not seem much,
but Georgia isn't equipped to deal with this as other states. Recently,
we had a few days with sun and temps. between 50-60 degrees. I, hope you
enjoy the photos I took when I went to Berry College. I, was amazed to
see some students laying on blankets on campus enjoying the sun. Also
included are two photos showing buds on the trees as well as the yellow
jonquils coming up from the ground. All that I see are wonders of life and
blessings given to us from God.

NIGHT TIME

2011-02-06T12:59:00.024-05:00

What's it like at your home at night time? Before going to bed, we "SUSH"
our 6 babies(dogs) outside for their "bathroom needs".While waiting,darkness
surrounds us with a dark black sky as a background for twinkling stars.
What a beautiful sight. I often wonder who is looking at the same stars.
Are these star gazers living within our range,what do they do,what are their
life styles? It's doubtful, I will get an answer. The road in front of
our home has less traffic at night then during daylight. Unfortunately,
our bedroom faces this road, so car lights as well as movements are quite
noticeable.Ambulances seem to prefer to travel on our road, or is it just my
imagination? This isn't the best sound, as our "babies" tend to howl to
loud ambulance sounds.Sometimes our"babies", decide to take their time
outside like children,as they don't want to go to bed. Still waiting
outside, I can hear a train traveling through our town. I, wonder about
it's destination. When my sister and I were children, we could hear a train
as we lay in our bed to go to sleep. The sound hypnotized us to fall
asleep. There are dogs in the neighborhood that seem to continuously bark.
Are they saying they are hungry or just want someone to go out and
play? I, could care less.I,miss the birds chirping, they must be getting
ready to sleep. Finally, the babies slowly enter our kitchen. It's a good
thing that we have a large country kitchen. Four of the babies sleep in
kitchen with beds scattered alongside walls, or in front of the dishwasher,
and most likely under the kitchen table. Our babies are good about "potty"
issues, but just in case, pee wee pads are a lifesaver. Our oldest, Missy,
as well as our newest child, Mattie, have beds in our bedroom. As good
parents we allow Mattie to sleep with us, Mattie hasn't felt well.
Mattie, needs time to adjust to our home and know the security of our
home. Finally, all of the "babies" are bedded down. Time for Mom and Dad,
to get our p.j.'s on and jump into bed. The t.v.is on until I notice the
snoring sounds of my husband. I'm careful to slowly move the t.v. control
out of Hubby's hand, if he awakes, he denies he fell asleep and the t.v.
remains on until the next time. Sometimes, while in a deep sleep, the
"babies" will get rowdy,sing(howl)in the middle of the morning between
2 a.m. and 6 a.m.Their Dad will jump out of our bed and open the kitchen
door and shout"SLEEPY,SLEEPY,GO TO SLEEP'. Their dad is very convincing,
the "babies" settle down. What a night! Although, we are retired, we
usually get up by 7 a.m. Time to get the "babies" to go outside and
prepare breakfast. It can be a long night.Whenever I think of this
life, I, thank God for all he has given me ,simple pleasures,good
memories.

THE PICTURE OF A CHILD

2011-01-28T14:43:00.013-05:00

I have to admit that I don't have extensive knowledge about art. Rarely do I know one artist from another. My favorite art/pictures/photos are depicting people as in a portrait or being involved in some activity. During the past year I have started a collection of pictures of children and began to hang these in a grouping in my hallway. Throughout my work history, I have worked with children, from infancy through teen years. Children face good and bad times and we adults should be positive role models. Unfortunately not all adults teach children positive values. Looking at images of children there are possible indications of innocence, playfulness and simplicity. There are also those images that depict strife and sadness. Looking at a picture, I often wonder what story is behind a child's image. The "children gallery"reminds me of the love we should have for a child. Over two years ago, we were blessed with a granddaughter, "ms. pumpkin"(nickname).Our granddaughter is fortunate as she has alot of people who love her. Although, "ms.pumpkin" lives in another state her parents take alot of pictures of her as well as we usually talk with her on the telephone weekly. I know it's great being a parent, but Boy! being a grandparent, is SUPER. If you are a grandparent, you will understand what I mean. Enjoy my collection as well as my PRIZE photo of "ms. pumpkin". Out of curiosity, do you have a collection /gallery of pictures/photos/art that is special or has some significance?

THE TRAIN

2011-01-21T14:07:00.029-05:00

THE TRAIN

THE TRAIN is traveling, making trips and stops,
where will it finally rest?
It's easy to get wrapped on a trip,that you
missed the joy of the beginning.

It's time to get back on the track,
travel at a slower pace,
say HELLO, to ALL who passes my way.

Rose

Like a train, I feel that it's time to stop, take time to get back to
blogging,checking in and saying Hello.I hope everyone had a great Christmas. We had snow on Christmas Day in Ga. It was beautiful. New Years was quiet, but safe.Busy with family, friends, volunteering. My goal of this 2011, is weight reduction, increase volunteering, enjoying life with all it's ups and downs. For those of you who know, we are the parents of 5 babies(dogs), we now have adopted a new baby(dog), her name is Mattie. I'm a sucker and after hearing that her owner had died and this dog needed a home we introduced her to her new 5 siblings. All has gone well, and we named our new baby, Mattie. All of our babies have names starting with the letter M. as our last name starts with M.When I was a young child I had a severe fear of dogs. Up until age 8, I would run, jump on items, including making my parents hold me if a dog was insight. Mother and Dad bought a Chihuahua and after jumping on the kitchen table, I worked on my fear and thank goodness no longer had to jump onto our table. Dog fear solved,so what can I say, my parents did a great job in helping me. Hopefully, I will come to my senses and my husband and myself will keep our family number the same, now 6. Bear with me to get to your blogs,bear with me if my posts sometimes experience a "time lapse". I have been having problems with photos, but will try to include some photos.

TRY,TRY,TRY

2010-12-08T17:27:00.002-05:00

TRY, TRY, TRY, it has taken me days to get my pictures to be posted. Don't know what went wrong. After much frustration, I just couldn't deal with the computer. I'm sorry for the delay and now will try to say Hi! to my friends.Please notice my post dated 12/05/10. your friend, Rose

CHRISTMAS IS COMMING

2010-12-05T14:13:00.133-05:00

I, had planned to do this post sooner, but as many of us bloggers have said,"busy", it's easy to get sidetracked. I'm still alive and will get back to reading blogs. I hope that all of you had a safe and warm Thanksgiving. Our Thanksgiving was good and busy. As we have just celebrated Thanksgiving, we are preparing for Christmas. This usually involves decorating and food preparation. Some families have certain traditions and ideas. In 1991, my 1st. husband was killed in a car accident. As the months went by (husband was killed during May, Memorial weekend), Christmas became an issue. My Mother, asked me why would I want to decorate the house and celebrate Christmas. I, told Mother that I felt if I didn't acknowledge Christmas life would be very miserable and that we needed to celebrate the birth of Jesus. When I lost my husband, I never got angry at God and ask why me. I was fortunate to have 18 years with my husband and that was a blessing. During this time, I used an idea given by my church to help people through Christmas. I, set up a "Blessing Tree". What is a " Blessing Tree"? A tree that is not pretty or several tree limbs to make up as a tree. Everyone at church would write on a piece of paper a blessing they have received. The blessing was put onto the tree and eventually there was a beautiful tree thanking God for providing blessings to everyone. I, remember getting a few tree limbs, setting this up as a tree in my home and daily place a blessing on my tree. It looked strange to some, but was my salvation. I, admit that I don't do a blessing tree every year, but try to remember how this helped me. The tags on the tree would be written from Thanksgiving until the end of December. Currently, my tree is located in our hallway, I, can't miss it. I, have a bowl of tags, a calender on the table and check each day off as I write a blessing. Some of my blessings are having friends, a husband who will make oatmeal and coffee for us, that is just some examples. When the Christmas holiday is over, I still keep my tree and decorate for different holidays. I, wanted to share this idea to you and maybe the "Blessing Tree", will become a part of your life. Attached is a photo of my tree, you can notice that it is different from our Christmas tree. Also included are photos of our Christmas decorations in our home. My husband often will tell me I go overboard decorating, but I still go the same path. I, have a collection of Santa's, some of which my Mother gave me way before she died. I, also have a very old chalk nativity scene that I had when I was a toddler.Enjoy the photos as much as I enjoyed decorating. Are there any traditions that you do in preparing yourself and your home for Christmas?

THANKSGIVING

2010-11-21T14:07:00.005-05:00

THANKSGIVING

T-time to remember who/whats important in our life
give thanks to God.
H-hear the sounds of laughter,birds chirping
give thanks to God.
A-all of the great wonders of the world,Grand Canyon,etc.
give thanks to God.
N-nature, trees, flowers are there for us to enjoy
give thanks to God.
K-know that miracles can happen
give thanks to God.
S-sunshine acts as a blanket to keep us warm
give thanks to God.
G-God gave life
give thanks to God.
I-I am never alone,He is with me
give thanks to God.
V-valuable people and things in our life
give thanks to God.
I-I have the ability to become the person I want to be
give thanks to God.
N-notice the colors of a rainbow
give thanks to God.
G-God loves us
give thanks to God.

As Thanksgiving approaches, let us all remember that God is always with us.
Thanksgiving is a time to enjoy family, friends, food. It is also a time to
reflect into our lives of the people and possessions we have, not taking
these for granted.Take time to pray and thank God. I wish to all of you
a blessed Thanksgiving.

Peace be with you, Rose

STEPS

2010-11-16T16:38:00.004-05:00

The little toddler, putting his feet on the floor, looks forlorn and
frightened. He hesitates to move, but he wants to reach for the toy truck
across the room. Slowly moving, his wobble feet, one at a time. He loses
balance and falls down on the floor. He lingers, and wonders what he will
do. Will he remain on the floor or try to get up to get to the toy?
Just as a toddler, we have to make decisions to either move forward or
remain stationary. With no movement we don't have to leave our "comfort
zone".We know what and who we have in life, job, relationships, values.
Uncertainty, may not be an issue we have to face and challenge ourselves.
Just leave everything as it is , don't challenge and create changes. If,
we remain in life with little movements, we might not have to face
failure and disappointment. To move forward and challenge ourselves opens
up new experiences, situations and yes, the possibility of regretting

our decisions. Moving forward gives us the potential to grow and learn.
To move forward we can experience new situations. Yes, we might
get frustrated but we can grow as an individual.

In my life, I have made 5 job changes in 34 years as a social worker.
I remained within our State gov. system. Many times I would say to myself,
Why do this? At the end of my career, I had learned valuable information
which had some impact on each job change. Moving forward can cause stress,
but can open a new world to us. Just think, if no person didn't challenge
themselves and initiate movement and change in their "comfort zone",
we might not have the leaders of different nations, inventions, and
so much more. We can grow everyday. Take movements, changes, to learn
from mistakes, advice, observations.Look back in time, Jesus reached
out to people. He approached issues about tyranny, false Gods, loose
morals,people relationships, etc. He was crucified, but his impact
upon this world is the most significant factor that has impacted our lives.
Take steps, move forward, question, challenge , learn. Move out of your
"comfort zone", and Grow.

Veterans Day

2010-11-10T17:47:00.008-05:00

I vow to thee,my country----
All earthly things above===
Entire and whole and perfect,
The service of my love.

18, 20, 22, does age matter? He comes to volunteer to serve
his country. Unseasoned, not knowing what path-road he will go.
Will he be able to follow commands? Will he be able to fire a
rifle if needed and wound or kill another person, the enemy who
resists allowing people to live in a free world from tyranny?
Will he be able to face the possibility of his own death? He knows
that God is everywhere. He asks for God's help to endure this new life
in America's service. He asks God to give him strength to do what
needs to be done in peaceful times as well as in war. When, all
is done, he no longer is a inexperienced soldier, but now a seasoned
veteran and his youth is gone. God Bless our military veterans.
Rose

V--volunteer, valor
E--enforcer, enlisted
T--troops, training
E--elite, enterprising
R--resourceful, rookie,recuirt
A--armed forces, amazing
N--Navy, National Guard
S--soldier, serviceman, seasoned

D--defend
A--amazing
Y--youth

Back At Home ,Welcome

2010-11-07T11:04:00.021-05:00

Back at home from a short trip out of town trip.You are welcome to come into our home. I forgot that there was a scarecrow being lazy on a bale of hay guarding the gate into our yard. Don't worry, he won't frisk you. Walking towards our house you can see the trees just beginning to change in color with leaves of orange, red,and gold. Be careful walking,there are leaves and fallen acorns on the driveway. You can hear the crunching sound of the acorns as you walk. I, guess we need to do some sweeping. Our welcome mat is partially covered with leaves. Where is the housekeeper when you need them? Don't mind the several scarecrows on a bale of hay, they won't bother you. Let's go inside of our house. Did some decorating,but I didn't over do it. I, didn't want to feel like a party pooper. We have two fireplace mantels, one in the living room as well as one in the dining room. The mantel in the living room,has candles, orange-gold leaves and a sweet figurine standing on a cart. Do you think she will use the cart and leave the mantel? Let's open the French doors into the dining room. Couldn't resist decorating the mantel. Love using burgundy candles, with greenery wrapping around our old antique clock and cute contented girl hold a basket with squash and surprising not dead flowers. Soon time will pass and the mantels will be decorated with Christmas items. I, enjoy decorating our dining room table. On the table, you will notice dinnerware that have a turkey design with leaves. I, love a bargain. I, bought an eight piece setting for twenty dollars at an indoor flea market. Candles are a must item on our table as well as those pilgrim people. My husband often tells me we have too many candles. No woman can have too many candles to decorate the house. Oh!, I forgot, I have an appointment and have to end our tour. Soon I'll be decorating for Christmas and will invite you back to our home. Best wishes for a safe and wonderful Thanksgiving. God Bless. Rose

The Week That Was

2010-10-30T07:27:00.002-04:00

This week was THE WEEK THAT WAS! I, say that because it makes me reflect on the most important thing in life. Life itself, love and caring for our families, friends and acquaintances. This week , I went to our local hospital three days in a row. No, I wasn't sick. I, took a young friend to the ER at our community hospital. In my blog I mentioned that I volunteer with a hospice program. Over one and half year period, I agreed to help a young 24 year old whose father had died while receiving hospice services. She has no family involvement and for the first time in her life has ever lived alone. She no longer receives volunteer services, but my husband and myself still help her.. The day she called me to take her to the ER on Monday, then a trip to the hospital on Tues as well as wed. for tests, kept me busy. I'm not complaining. The reality, my husband and I discussed, was what would she have done in this circumstance being alone. The most important thing I recognized was the importance of people, whether family or friends, or volunteers. I, can't imagine how lonely and frightened I might be without my family and friends. My young friend will know the outcome next week re her medical tests. During this week, I had the pleasure of being assigned to a hospice patient with cancer. I, again, recognized the importance of family, friends, acquaintances. Family members providing support to this very ill person. If, anything that I will ever say, Treasure Life, Treasure Family, Treasure Friends. It has been a busy week, but it reminds me what's important in life and don't take people for granted. It was a good week. Now as I end this post, I will be gone for a few days and will not post until late next week. I, didn't want you to think that I was gone forever. I'll drop back into your blogs when I return. Take care, be safe. rose

Trees

2010-10-25T10:53:00.004-04:00

If you own your home, you know that any yard work can be expensive. Having an older home and 4 acres of land, we have a number of very old trees,possible over 100 years old. Recently, we had to hire someone to cut down as well as trim some trees. Thank goodness this wasn't as expensive as the tree we had to remove 2 years ago. That particular, tree had been hit by lightening, had a huge hole in it's trunk.This tree was located near our home and our insurance co. told us if it hit the house, they might not cover our house. "It's maintenance". Well, over 3,000 dollars., the tree came down. Unfortunately, years ago, it was the norm to somehow to pour cement into the tree's base, this added problems as well as money expense. That particular event still haunts me.

In this post, I am going to include photos of the recent trees that had to be cut down as well as trimmed. Unfortunately the man who shimmied up the trees looks like a red dot in the photos. You need to follow the dot. Sorry! These men were amazing as they had limited equipment. The man up the trees works for a tree co. does this on the sideline.
As my husband and I were watching the tree episode,my husband got into the subject of history. Can you imagine what these trees witnessed throughout their 100 years? These large giants, looking down on our property saw life from different centuries. People wearing different attire,changes in the house when it had few rooms and through the years a number add on rooms. On HGTV, there is a program, If Walls Could Talk. We exchange this to, If Trees Could Talk. Just think, God created life, nature. Trees could be considered as "eyes" in the world. I, realize that trees could be a problem.I,also realize that if we had no trees there would be problems with building, no paper, no books,shelter for animals,etc. God created trees ,what would it be like if we had no trees? As well as the practical aspects of trees, I, find so many beautiful trees that give me pleasure just by being in our world. God has given us so many wondrous things, including trees.

RECAPTURE LIFE

2010-10-20T11:38:00.004-04:00

Growing up my parents had very little money. We never went on vacations,we would go on rides in the country and stop at fruit stands and buy the best apples,that weren't sold in the grocery store. Riding our bicycles, going to a swimming hole with friends, playing with Barbie dolls,climbing trees and swinging from what we called "Monkey trees",was our form of entertainment.Life seemed so simple with no major problems.Now, in adulthood we have the freedom to make decisions of where we live, do I stay with this job,which bill to pay first as my money is limited?It's easy to get into a "rut" and forget we had a childhood and overlook what God has provided in our world, as well as overlook what gave us laughter,fun as a child. Sometimes we need to recapture that childhood otherwise the time will come our bodies are aged and life itself we may feel has no value. A question may come up,"Do you feel old"?How do you answer that question? I, admit that I think about getting older, but that doesn't sadden me. Life is still precious as if I were a child. Taking time to enjoy my surroundings,family, friends and being like a child who just wants to play and enjoy life. I, never had the opportunity to ride go carts as a child.Oh! what fun. I'm in my 60's, I love go carts. Years ago, my husband, his daughter, my sister in law and my niece went to Walt Disney World. We went as children, not as adults. Laughter, goofing off, eating way too much at buffets, was a great memory. During that time,I got the "go cart fever". Feeling the air hitting our faces, the laughter and determination to drive with speed and beat all of the family to complete the number of laps, before the ride was over. I, still have this "child" in me to dare a family member/fried to race. I, don't know what there is with me and kites. I rarely run, but give me a kite and i will run to catch the ocean breeze to have the highest kite in the air. My husband and friends know I like bubble gum. No, I shouldn't swallow it. I'm told it sticks to your inner body parts. My child in me doesn't listen so in my 60's I still do this. I, know this may be gross. Whenever, I get into a "rut", and forget to make life less boring and overlook My world, I tell myself, stop, be a child and enjoy what God has given us as well as those activities that give us pleasure. What thing or activities do you do or what to do to make life more enjoyable? Time creeps up so fast,that one day, we are no longer of this earth.

Where has time gone bye?
My face aged with wrinkles,
my eyes tired.

Where has time gone bye?
No longer a child,an adult
All grown up and time goes bye.

Time, goes bye, doing this and
that, but where's the fun,
enjoyment of life?

Laughing, climbing trees,
playing house, those days
are gone.

Now, I'm grown I'm no longer
playing house. My house is my
house with mortgage and all.

Life seemed to be more simple.
I, played , laughed,noticed the
birds flying, caterpillars becoming
butterflies, and the wonders
of life being special.
Where has time gone bye?
Let me find it.

rose

Don't wait for the verge of death before
you begin to live.

The time to be alive is now.

Life begins every morning when we wake up.

.

THE HORSES

2010-10-17T07:17:00.008-04:00

On 9/27/10, I wrote a post about our neighbor's two horses. Well, I wanted to update all of you on the horses.In my post, I had explained that we allowed these horses to graze in our pasture as the neighbor didn't have the land as well as ongoing money to buy feed. Probable, he shouldn't have had these animals as well as this 23 year old man and his wife and baby were moving.This young man told us he tried to sell the horses, called horse rescue with no response. He said he would give the horses away, free, as he didn't want to sell them to be killed for dog food.As we were learning all of this, my husband and I had to contend with the horses, finding spots in our fence and then grazing in our yard. They did this a number of times. It was frustrating. It was also sad, I would struggle giving up my pets. From a practical standpoint I understand why this had to be accomplished. I, have to admit, we at times allowed these beauties in our yard to graze on the grass which was still green.
Sometimes, being a good neighbor, more issues than you anticipated develop,in our case, the horses. The good news is that a friend of ours, Eddie, agreed to take the horses. Eddie has 15 acres of pasture land. He also has a barn for the animals. Eddie has a soft heart. He owns 10 donkeys, one horse. On 10/14/10, Eddie while driving his jeep pulling the horse trailer, the jeep overheated. My first. thoughts, what are we going to do with this jeep and large trailer if stuck in the yard.Secondly, what about the horses? That's sounds terrible. To the rescue, my wonderful mechanic husband. After a short time, the problem was resolved. We baited Strawberry, the female horse and had little problem getting her into the trailer. Jackson, has been skittish. We were told he had been abused, whipped by another owner. Surprisingly, it didn't take too much effort to get him into the trailer. Following the horse trailer, we arrived at the pasture. Both horses got out of the trailer and began galloping around. The donkeys scattered as they saw "new inhabitants". There were goats running.The goats belonged to someone else. I,know that we took on too much with this situation, but sometimes you just do. The family's owner told me they had said prayers for these horses. Before leaving Eddie at the pasture, I told him he was an Angel,Eddie had tears .I'm glad to say this story has a happy ending. Our prayers were answered. I have to admit I miss the horses, but can go and see them. Yesterday, my husband said"I, wonder what the horses are doing"? Have you ever helped someone and it got more involved than you anticipated or backfired? One thing, I can say,we love animals. Thanks to all of my blogger friends who were concerned about us taking on this situation.

LISTENING/SHARING

2010-10-13T01:04:00.007-04:00

Listening to someone is sometimes
all the help He /She needs.

Replying well in conversation is just
as important as listening well.

If you know nothing,say nothing.

Most of us have been in a situation trying to provide comfort,
support to a friend. "Lending An Ear"(listening/sharing), can be one
of the most important things we can give to another person. "Lending An
Ear",putting full attention to the other person's conversation about
a loss, financial troubles, marriage discord, etc. Allowing this person to
vent, while we listen, possible offering the human touch such as a hug,
holding a hand, soothing the person's back. In doing this we are expressing
sincere concern in a non verbal way.
While listening, it is important to maintain full attention of
our friend's conversation and mannerisms. If we appear distracted,
the sincerity we want to display maybe interpreted as false feelings.
Along with this, it is important to be careful of any advice or responses
we offer. Sometimes, people mean well, but say inappropriate statements,
without thinking how it would be interpreted. At that time, we maybe anxious
and feel a need to express , but the words aren't right. I have a young
friend whose father had died. A friend made the statement, "I know how
you feel". My friend got upset and responded, "No, you don't know how
I feel, you have never lost a parent". Unfortunately, this other person,
made a statement which he realized wasn't the best thing to say. In that,
situation, making an acknowledgment of a mistake would be appropiate. From
a personal experience,being a widow at age 42, my friends expressed
their condolences, but were unable to relate to me as a widow. For
a long time, I felt lonely as I didn't know anyone at my age had this
situation. We view widows as usually much older than I was at the time.

In giving yourself to comfort a friend, we are reaching out and
saying, "You, are important, I care". Life can be very lonely especially
if we feel an additional emptiness with lack of another human beings
presence.

Let Me reach out to you,
you are my friend, eyes red, swollen
from so many tears.

Let Me reach out to you,
I offer a gentle touch to comfort.

Let Me reach out to listen, to
be silent while you share your words
of misery.

Let Me reach out as your friend
as I know that you would do so for me.

Let Me reach out, knowing that I,
hurt for you and will be beside you
to help you, if you will allow this.

Rose

IMAGINATION

2010-10-09T05:26:00.020-04:00

to imagine

Our most powerful asset is our mind.
Its powers are virtually unlimited.
And often largely untapped.
With imagination we can create new worlds.
And improve old ones.
Live our wildest dreams.
And dream our wildest lives.
Imagination has neither rules nor boundaries.

W. Stevens

Imagination is a wonderful thing. Some people have more imagination than others. What would the world be without the ability of imagination? I, live with a man, my husband, who has alot of imagination.We have a double garage which has never been a garage, it's a workplace. It's my husband's domain,filled with tools, containers of nuts and bolts,and a stereo as well as a small television. The stereo is either playing music or my husband is watching tv as he is working on something or taking a break. In this domain, there should be a sign"Beware Of Where You Walk". Husband is prone to have alot of items scattered over the floor.I, take care of the house, my husband does whatever he wants with the appearance of the garage. It's not uncommon, for me while in the kitchen to hear an electric saw, sparks flying from a blow torch when my husband is welding as well as a hammer hitting metal. I, tell my husband "It's a war zone". Items all over the floor as well as a path of items leading into the garage. We have 4 acres of land. Often my husband is coming up with ideas. He is also a Great Mechanic, which causes us to have cars, trucks, tillers, lawnmowers in the yard to be fixed for other people. Husband loves to use his imagination to build things.I'm always amazed and often shake my head as to what item he will make. Above in this post are photos of things that have been made. Husband is very thrifty. After going back and forth to a car/junk yard, he built what I refer as "The Bullet".This is an air compressor that can be moved to another part of the property to blow up flat tires on the tractor. "The Bullet", has a driver's seat, steering wheel and brakes. It's wild seeing this item being driven by my husband. Other items that you will See in our yard A removable blower attachment to a green old riding mower.Beware, this has alot of power and dust and leaves will fly. There's a ladder that can be attached and removed from a cart. we needed to reach heights to trim trees. Micki, our youngest dog loves to go on rides. His Daddy built a seat on the green mover so he had a place to sit. It' funny watching "my 2 boys" going for a ride. In the yard we have an 8 ft. wind mill as well as the part of a car framed on the barn. I think of all the imagination flowing , the jeep is a work of art. In one of the photos above there is a junky old jeep. It had to be towed into the yard as well as another jeep. we had 2 jeeps that were dead. Like Lazarus, a jeep was made using these 2 clunkers. This jeep works and my husband will take all 5 dogs for rides. Currently a 1973 truck is almost finished with a new engine, paint job, and other extras. We could use this truck as I hate to always haul items in the van. I'm certain, that there other items built by my husband, but my mind is blank. I, guess my memory as well as my imagination is gone. In all of this post, my thoughts are imagination is great and that we need to use the brain and talents that God gave us. Do you use your imagination? Do you use your talents?

Let It Go, Cry

2010-10-06T15:39:00.002-04:00

A letter to God

Dear God,
I, woke up this morning and had you on my mind. I thought I'd write you a letter. You know, I have a problem showing how I feel. I, try to be tough and let everyone think I don't breakdown and become a spectacle of myself.Lately, I've been rethinking about this and maybe I was wrong. It's tough being strong for others avoiding my own hurts, joys and letting someone see me show other emotions which make me uncomfortable. It gets lonely. I thought about times when I saw friends and strangers let loose. Letting loose, showing that crying is no so bad. It doesn't mean that a person is weak if they cry. I, with your help want to let loose at times and not be afraid to show myself . Why shouldn't people "cry for happy"?"Cry for Happy", when we receive a card from a friend telling us that they appreciate our friendship. "Cry for Happy", seeing the face of your first born grandchild. "Cry for Happy", when told a friend doesn't have cancer. "Cry for Happy", doesn't mean we are weak. Getting a special warm, loving feeling of joy that makes you so happy that tears of joy suddenly wet your cheeks. God, I, know that there's "Cry for Sad".This I don't feel comfortable and need more strength to let me to let loose. Who wants to feel sad and cry, let's pretend nothing bothers us. It gets lonely. Crying when all of the money a person has won't pay all of the bills, asking for help. How not to get upset and cry when your relative dies and you are the relative appointed to handle the will. To be in control. I'm tired and need to go a different path. I, know you are always here for me in good and bad times. I, guess I need to really accept that I hurt and cry and not go into a corner to hide from people when I can't handle everything thrown at me. How can I give comfort to others when I don't accept comfort and allow myself to cry?Please God, help me to show my true self who isn't weak if I cry.

Your follower.

to cry

Sometimes it catches you unawares,
tears welling up without warning.
No matter how long ago,
if you have sadness and grief locked away
it will eat away at you.
Let it out.
Release it.

"We need never be ashamed of our tears".
Charles Dickens

Has there been a time that you held back the tears when you needed to let loose?

Our Dogs-Our babies

2010-10-03T13:12:00.029-04:00

For those who may or may not know, my husband and I have 5 dogs which we consider as "our babies". They are Missy, Molly, Murphy, Megan, Micki. There is no doubt that we are dog lovers. Recently, I had taken some photos and will include them in my post. All of our babies have different personalities, we love them. Missy is the oldest dog, grey Schnauzer, she is has alot of patience,Molly, a rescue part Schnauzer and who knows,she is timid at first and warms up to people, Murphy, a rescue dog, mostly, Pekingese and who knows what, Megan, a rat terrier,who is very hyper and easily frightened, Micki, a wired haired Jack Russell, who is our "wild man". Our dogs are an important to us. I,know that not everyone wants a pet or might not be a dog lover. Hope you enjoy our newest photos.

Dogs

Joy, frustration,sadness,can come any day.
What is there to say?
Running, chewing, barking,it's bound to happen;
Be prepared, this dog,is dropping "pellets of stink,"
Making you want to think.
Oh! Have I made the right decision or is it too late?
My heart is taken
It's way too late.

As years go by,
The dog moves his body, tired and worn.
With a last breath,He, closes his eyes;
We say our good byes.

To have or not to have a dog,I wouldn't lie;
Alot of work, alot of love;
Although, He's gone, give me a dog to love.
Rose

Pictures:Missy our oldest won't sleep in her bed
Megan not wanting to share her toy."It's my toy".
Megan sitting at the table. "I'm not leaving, feed me".
Molly at the dogie door. "Help! I, forgot how to open the door".
All the beds. "Which bed is mine"?
Missy with daddy on the floor. "Daddy,"I, need a hug".
Dogs in jeep. "Daddy, take us for a ride".
Dogs at gate."Daddy, come home".
Murphy on couch. "I, need to take a nap, I've worked too hard".
Ol'Roy Dog Treats. "You've (all dogs) finished this bag in 3 days
and "NO', you can't have any before supper".
Broom-"I, can't keep the floor clean with all of these paws".
Murphy with blanket." It's my blankie".
Molly standing alone."I, think I need a bath".
Dogs under truck."WE, don't want to go to our bedroom".
Micki at gate with the "crew"."Let's break out!".
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A Gift

2010-09-30T07:58:00.002-04:00

A smile, a hug, a "thank you", a hand shake, these are some of the gifts that we can give to others and may get back in return. Giving doesn't mean that we have to give an object or money to someone. Giving of oneself, such as a hug to comfort a person who is distraught,Hugging someone who needs to be reminded that they are special and warm thoughts are sent their way. Thanking a person who took his time in helping a stranger to obtain directions to a specific location. It's easy for us to say, "I have nothing to give". We sometimes forget to take time and give the gift of ourselves. Weekly, our Community Kitchen provides free lunches to any person who walks through the door. Volunteers start at 8 a.m. to chop, wash produce or any other task to have lunch prepared to serve at 11a.m. as people come to the Community Kitchen. Those who walk through those doors are adults, young and old, as well as children. All of these people have one thing in common, they are hungry and have limited income or no income . There is no income requirement to receive a meal. Some of these individuals come to the Kitchen every day a meal is served. The gift a volunteer gives besides a meal, maybe a warm "Hello,how are you?", giving comfort and advice, sharing a laugh,a smile, or a hug. Reaching out to show acceptance with dignity. The volunteers in turn may receive a "Thank you", a hand shake, the warmth that you feel in your heart that makes you beam and smile and know this is a right thing to do and not a wrong thing to do. If only, we would just slow down and remember that the gift of ourselves is the most important gift we can offer to anyone, whether poor or not.
to say thank you

It takes so little.
Yet it means so much.
Make the effort.
No matter the effort.
Mean it.
Say it generously.
It lifts spirits
It maintains friendships.
And seals love.

"who gives not thanks to men, gives not thanks to God".
Arab proverb

to be compassionate

No matter how successful.
No matter how well you're traveling.
Be open to those who are struggling.
It's amazing what even a small gesture can do
for their confidence
and your soul.

"When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we
become afraid of them as if their reason had left them".

Willa Cather

Back Again

2010-09-27T00:02:00.009-04:00

It's Sunday. I had originally planned to write a different post, but a chain of events changed my plans. Do you love HORSES? I do, but... Let me recap a brief summery of an older post. My husband and I live in an older home which is over 80 years old. With this home, we also have over 4 acres of land. Most the area was farm land and fenced. We do not farm. Many months ago, after denying a neighbor the right to let his 4 HORSES ( we originally thought it was 2), graze on our pasture area we agreed to this request. This benefited us, no more tractor clearing the pasture area and the horses could graze as the neighbor had very little land. well, if you can recall we had to make adjustments with the fence. The 4 HORSES got out and twice, had to be rounded up out of our yard back to the pasture. I, didn't know much about horses. They can be very smart. We once again had company, the Horses thank goodness only 2 vs 4 showed up in our backyard on Friday. I think 2 of the 4 horses must no longer be around or we would have had more than the 2. I came home in the afternoon after doing an errand and there the 2 "cutie pies" were making themselves at home once again in our backyard. They apparently had eaten the majority of the "good grass" in the pasture and eyed the grass in our yard. Lesson one, horses have good eye sight. After allowing "our company" to wine and dine they were escorted back to the pasture. We couldn't determine how they got out. On Saturday, "our company, the 2 Horses", were back, before my husband and I had even eaten breakfast. They could have at least waited until we finished breakfast. At this point, my husband and I put up some boards and wire to stop these critters from visiting. It seems that they as well as loving our grass in the yard they enjoyed eating the pears from our 2 pear trees. My husband wanted to leave the gate open to the pasture so after they dinned on grass and pears they would go back where they belonged. Lesson two, horses don't necessarily do what you think. While the husband was watching TV in bed that evening, YES, I said Evening, I heard a sound. The sound of horse hoofs . , opened the door located by our side porch and guess what. The 2 critters were standing at the porch just looking at this crazy lady. Now our porch is near the front side of our home. Thank goodness it's fenced otherwise the neighbors might have had company. Went and got the hubby out of bed . Getting 2 flashlights, we escorted our friends back again to the pasture. Husband once again,tried to secure the fence. Back to bed. Lesson 3. Horses are smart and greedy. Woke up on Sunday,asked my husband"are the horses in the pasture"? " Don't know". I , went outside and YES, you guessed it, they were back. It decided to rain, but the critters continued to "wine and dine". Back to the fence , again we relooked at the fence and now saw that these critters used their heads to break some wood attached to the gate and then came to visit. Now, we had alot of rain on Sunday, but back to the fence, reworked on the gate. After allowing our company to graze, my husband escorted these critters back to the pasture. It's Sunday evening, and so far I haven't heard any visitors, but there's always the morning. Last lesson, horses poop alot, so watch where you walk. I'll let you know if the critters escape the pasture to visit us. In this post are photos of the pasture that looks like a desert with no greenery. There are several photos of the horses enjoying the yard, as well as photos the fence/gate. Finally photos of the horses behind the gate area, looking like they are in jail. Although, we have been frustrated about this event, I have a soft heart and feel sorry for these animals. Hubby, indicated we might allow these critters off and on rights back to the yard for mealtime. Uncertain, if that is wise. If you don't hear from me, all is well on the homefront. The final lesson of this story, maybe it's not always good to graze horses as they may become your permanent guests.

walking in his footsteps

2010-09-24T18:22:00.004-04:00

Night approaches, the clock ticks, the hours move on and it's time to lay down and go to sleep. Turning and tossing, restlessness is evident, but finally sleep is conquered. The room is quiet, the bed is nice and toasty warm. It's natural to drift into having a dream. A man is walking down an isolated dirt road. Unfortunately, he misread his gasoline gage and it's near empty. Leaving his car,he starts to walk until he comes upon an old frame home. It looks rough,paint peeling gutters falling. This man is uncertain if anyone is living in this tired looking home. Knocking at the door several times, footsteps are finally heard indicating that someone is in this house. The door opens and there stands a man. He is tall, his hair silver grey, he is wearing a tattered blue shirt along with faded jeans. The driver of the car introduces himself adding that he is almost out of gasoline and a road sign indicates it's 8 miles to the nearest town. The homeowner confirms the the distance to the nearest town with a service station. He tells the man, he will be glad to drive him to and from town to get a can of gasoline for his car. Inviting the man, into his house, he introduces his wife. She looks so frail, with grey short hair wearing glasses sitting as she works on what is believed to be a quilt. The interior of the home is gloomy, limited furniture in the living room, curtains that are a tinge of white that may need to be replaced. The couple offers the stranger something to eat. he declines, saying that he has an appointment and will be late if he doesn't solve his gasoline problem.The men get into an old red truck, that you would wonder if it could even move. The men exchange some information about themselves. It appears that this couple receives Social Security with a small pension check. It's apparent that times have been tough for this couple and at times they are struggling to just manage to pay bills and just get by. There doesn't seem to be any bitterness or resentment as this elderly gentleman talks. With so little, he and his wife showed warmth and compassion for a stranger. As they were entering town and the gasoline station, the younger man offers some money to the elderly man for his time and help. As much as this elderly man could use the money he declined. His words,"I, may not have much, but what I have is time and driving to town and back, is my gift to you as Jesus would want me to help a stranger in need". It was apparent by the younger man that this man and his wife had alot,they had each other, care, compassion, a willingness to help someone without any expectations, except a handshake and "Thank You". Isn't this dream comforting? We don't have to have things, money to help someone. The riches we have are the inner spirit that gives us happiness that we are reaching out and to help someone in need with no ulterior motives. Jesus teaches us to help one another.

Visiting Berry College

2010-09-20T17:01:00.014-04:00

In the city,of Rome Ga.there are three colleges. They all offer basically the same degrees, but of these three, there is one that is so unique. This is Berry College. Recently, a friend and myself drove through the Berry campus and took photos. Some of the photos are of a lake called Swan Lake. The lake is very inviting but beware of the bunches,and bunches and bunches of geese. The geese will greet you with a possible peck and indicate that if you have food, "HAND IT OVER". There maybe only one or two swans. Maybe the lake should be called Geese Lake. The lake is just a small part of the beautiful places to see on the Berry campus. According to Berry College's web site, the campus is 26,000-acres. Some of the buildings are made of modern brick, others are built from stone as well as some are log cabin structures. To get more information the web site is http://www.berry.edu/about/. When you enter the campus you might see deer as well as cattle grazing on the land. How often would you experience being greeted by animals upon entering a college campus? If you are a student, the college makes available the opportunity for students to get student work for experience as well as to help towards college tuition. It is not uncommon to see students dealing with the animal life on campus. On campus there is a horse stable. Students can board their horses.In years past, visitors could go into the stable to visit the horses, but this is no longer permitted.I, remember having to watch very carefully where you walked ,as you might step in some horse.....I, always enjoyed feeding hay to the horses.While at the stables, usually you would see a few resident cats on the prowl for a delectable mouse or two. Thank goodness, I never was invited to dinner. It makes me sick even thinking about this. I,still can't get this memory out of my mind. Enough of this. There are three churches on the campus which are used for services and weddings. The most popular church used for weddings is Frost Memorial Chapel which sits atop a hill and is made out of stone. The smallest church is Barnwell chapel that was made using logs. The interior is very simple and has dark wood beams,and wooden pews. You will see the picture we took of Barnwell in this post. The 3rd. church is Berry College Chapel. To view these go to the Berry website. Have you ever seen a large water wheel on a college campus? well, Berry has this. It is one of the main attractions for visitors to view. Usually once a year, the water wheel is in operation. There are alot of other beautiful places and things on this campus that gives any visitor pleasure to see. Years ago, I had spent my first date with my husband, Gerry exploring this campus. Whenever, I am on the campus my mind can't resist going back in time remembering walking and talking with my husband while enjoying the inviting scenery of this college campus.After sharing this post, I can't imagine that anyone could not recognize this college campus as being so unique and a place to slow down,view man and God's works,and to meditate.

THE PUZZLE

2010-09-17T22:47:00.004-04:00

I love antiques. Antiques, whether they are jewelry, furniture, cars, or houses, have a past,and I often want to know about the item's history. Slightly , over 5 years ago my husband and I bought an old house. Initially, we didn't know much about the history of our home, but as time moved on some circumstances would occur to help give us more knowledge of it's history and inhabitants.We bought our home from the bank. We were told that because of delinquent payments the house was under the ownership of a bank vs. a person. Our house is very large. It is 2400sq. ft. The house has 4 bedrooms, large kitchen, 2 bathrooms, dining room, an extremely large living room with 12 ft. ceiling, and a sun room. We have slightly over 4 acres of land which apparently was part of an original 125 acre farm. On the property is an old barn as well as an old dilapidated red frame house located in a back area behind our home. It appeared that someone may have lived in this tiny house which had been wired for electricity, having a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. Unfortunately, this house needs to be torn down as it would cost too much money to get it into being livable for any person. Bits and pieces of information came to our attention. We hired an elderly gentleman to put up additional fence alongside the property. Well, it turned out that this man told us that when he was a boy, he came to our home as it once was a medical clinic. On another occasion, we obtained information from Mrs.B .Mrs.B owned an antique shop a few minutes from our home. As she and I would visit her shop, she shared that when she was 19 and a new bride, she and her husband rented our home for 2 years. Mrs.B is in her middle 80's. After learning this, she came to our home and gave a tour to determine how the house had changed through the years. During her time, there was one bedroom, a bathroom, living room and a kitchen. Somewhere, additional rooms were added. Mrs.B told me that the barn was on the property when she was 19. She went to the barn to cry when she had a fight with her husband. A large old oak tree has grown and overshadows the house. It, too, was in existence in Mrs.B's time. Wow! age!Continuing on, one day, a driver in a SUV came up our driveway. We approached this woman. She had tears in her eyes. She told us that this house was their family home through her childhood. when the parents died, a sister bought the house. She shared that family was unaware that her brother-in-law failed to make payments on the house although his wife gave him the money . This woman, very tearful said that they were not aware of the financial issue until it was too late otherwise they would have intervened to keep the house in the family.We assured her we would take good care and love this home. I felt some sadness for this family although we benefited from this situation.As to the old red house, we were told that a nanny who took care of the main house and the children had occupied the tiny house. Getting more settled in our home, we obtained more historical information on our home. We had ordered pizza. As the delivery man was talking with us he said, "I know this house". Apparently, he came to this house to visit with the children and to practice hitting golf balls. One of the things that my husband found was golf balls.Gerry would get on his tractor to do some bush hogging. We were amazed with the no. of golf balls embedded in the ground or found under bushes and trees. Our golf ball mystery was solved. Ideally, I would like to put an orderly breakdown of the house from start to our current time. Maybe I'll eventually obtain more information about the house pre-Mrs.B's time and discover who built the house and about it's earlier inhabitants. Oh! I went out to watch my husband give a jeep ride to our babies(4) dogs. Guess what I found? A golf ball under my shoe.

Hi! Final Trip to Europe to the Czech Republic

2010-09-12T13:13:00.021-04:00

It's been awhile since my last post. Had company and just getting back into the swing of things. Bare with me, regarding reading your comments and blogs. Now, As you can recall, I did two posts re my trip to Europe with my husband. All of these places occurred from a two week period. The purpose of this trip was to help me heal from my mother's death, as well as meet mother's family for the first time. Mother was borne in Czechoslovakia, which is now referred as the Czech republic. Prior to going to Prague also referred as Praha, my French relative connected me with Philip. Philip was a distant cousin, age 24, who spoke and could read and write in English. I began an e mail correspondence with Philip and we decided to meet when we were in the Czech Republic. Gerry, my husband and I planned to stay in Prague and then eventually meet Philip and go to his hometown, Ceska Lipa.The hotel we stayed at had a kitchenette and offered the greatest continental breakfast. We ate alot of cheese, salami, fruits, bread, and regular coffee unlike the thick and strong coffee in France. Prague is a very old city. There are alot of structures built in the 1700's. We put on our walking shoes and saw wonderful sites. At first, we were worried that people wouldn't understand us but that was rarely a problem. Prague has a no. of long,stone bridges, some for car s and others for tourists to take a slow paced walk. My favorite building was a Catholic church. Within this church there were 22 individual small altars. The church throughout it's history had add ons. This was a famous tourist attraction. Prague gad a no. of buildings with beautiful carved figures. There is a square that people build food from the different vendors in the square. At the end of the square is a museum and a large statue. One day, we came across a bridge where people were selling items from purses,jewelry, pictures. The prices were very reasonable. We were told that the Czech Rep. was less expensive to visit than most countries and we would have to agree. The Czech Rep. is noted for it's handmade glassware. I went nuts looking at the shops and bought some glassware for gifts. My mother always told me that her father had been a glassblower. We walked alot, by choice, but Prague has an old established trolley system that travels within the city. Although, We ate we lost weight because of the exercise. We traveled by a subway system to a stop where we would meet Philip. We meet Philip and his father(he spoke no English). Philip was our interpreter, we traveled for almost 2 hours to the city of Ceska Lipa. It's a small town. Upon arrival we meet Philip's mother and younger sister, Vandula. (she spoke some English). As we were moving into the living room, an elderly woman, Vera, approached. This woman is my mother's youngest sister. Aunt Vera and began to cry, hug and kiss one another. Aunt Vera couldn't speak English, but patted my butt indicating that both she , myself, and other family members had a large body frame. we just laughed. We sat, ate a meal and drank wine. Later that day, little did we know that a no. of family members were invited to Philip's house to meet us. Philip, for 4 hours did interpretation while food and wine was shared. All of my life, I have always felt some emptiness not having my Czech family, but now that was not so. My husband and I left the Czech rep., went back to France to return on a flight to America. This trip was great. I gave my French and Czech families a photo album of my family in America. They in turn, gave us a total of 4 bottles of wine, vodka which we had to smuggle through customs. We did it!I still have contact with mu European family. This trip was the key to help me to heal with my grief. When I think of Mom and get sad, I go back in my mind to what I have gained. Life is too short and I've learned that sadness , anger will take away what"s good in life and people.

Reflect

2010-09-02T05:05:00.003-04:00

Lately, I have been preoccupied with getting my house in order and having company for Labor Day weekend. I've missed being able to read blogs and to post. I plan to post later next week when things settle down. At that time, I'll do my final post re our trip to Prague. (maybe near the end of next week, I don't want anyone think, I've gone to ..., but I"ll be back. Before I finish this "post", I sit here and can't help to think we , including myself are so blessed. As, I say this, I am appreciative of being alive and for the abilities I have. Just think, what if you couldn't think. A few weeks ago, I saw a retired co-worker at Walmart. She and I were foster care workers together for 8 years. She had humour, guts, and compassion. When I saw her I immediately said hello. She came over to me, hugged me, and then went off with I assume her son. I went home and told my husband that i saw this person, but that something wasn't right. She didn't say anything to me and her hair was all wild looking. Not the same person who I knew took care in herself. Well, I saw 2 also retired co workers. They shared with me that in the past 2 years that Alzheimer's was diagnosed and that this smart woman couldn't manage her affairs as well as talk. I cried, she had gotten her Masters in the past 4 years and was a goal driven person. She is also younger than my 61 years. Can't help to cry and grieve. We never know what path we might have to take. This could be ourselves. My point, appreciate the NOW, as well as THE PAST as we may not have the ability to hold onto this as life circumstances happen. I pray, cry and ask God to watch over my friend and her family. Take care, have a safe Labor Day weekend. Until next week. God Bless.

TRIP TO EUROPE CITY OF LOURDES,FRANCE

2010-08-28T01:06:00.005-04:00

After we spent a few days in Paris, France, my husband and I took a train ride. Our destination was to visit the city of Lourdes. Lourdes,France is a city where an apparition was seen by a 14 year old girl, Bernadette Soubirous in 1858. Bernadette, claimed that the apparition was that of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Our intent was to visit Lourdes as it has become a well known city with religious history. The train ride is about 6 hours from Paris. As the train is en route, we see small villages, often with rows of grape vines being cultivated to make wine. Our train ride takes us to the city of Toulouse, where we get a rental car to drive to Lourdes. It's a good thing that my husband is from Ireland as he is familiar with driving in a European city. My husband at times has a tendency to get lost, but for this car ride he has studied over and over the travel route to Lourdes.We arrive in Lourdes with no problem except one, because this city is very old the streets are extremely narrow with numerous one way streets. We kept going around and around until we were able to reach the parking lot entrance for our hotel, Grand Hotel De La Grotto.This hotel was established in 1872, and needless to say, has had many years to become a modern hotel. We are to stay in Lourdes several days.The hotel is clean, but I have to admit I had never stayed at a hotel with small twin beds. I told my husband, I felt we were fighting as we weren't sharing a bed.Another unusual thing I noticed the bathtub was very elevated and I had to pull myself up to get into the tub,also there wasn't a shower curtain. The hotel was indeed unique. A window from the room had a tiny balcony . The benefit of this room was that your view was outstanding. Every evening you can see a large procession of people walking to the grotto of the Blessed Virgin Mary. There is a sea of lighted candles carried by the people in the procession. It's a wonderful and very emotional site to behold. It was late so in the morning, we would venture out to explore the area. Unfortunately, Lourdes has become commercialized and there are numerous souvenir shops selling religious items. When Bernadette saw the apparition, there were many who thought this child was making up stories and not seeing anyone. Bernadette kept her faith and eventually a shrine was built as well as a church. There was flowing water from the hillside where the shrine was established. There were some reports that the water had powers to heal the sick. As a result, people came to this grotto hoping to heal their sick bodies. There were some situations that it was believed that the water actually had healing powers. When we were at Lourdes, we saw many individuals in wheelchairs or on crutches. Where the shrine is located, a statue of Mary has been erected and one by one people can go up to the shrine light and leave a candle and pray for forgiveness, healing, and guidance. There a no. of areas near the shrine where a person can buy candles. For Catholics, every day, confession is held in a building with confessional booths and a no. of Catholic priests from different countries will offer confession to English speaking people as well as French,Italian, etc.A large church overlooks the area and at each hour a mass is said in a different language. We went to the mass said in French as we missed the English speaking mass. We had no problem with this. Near the shrine, people can bottle the water that flows from the area surrounding the shrine. It is considered Holy Water to be used in praying. The water is free. In the Catholic church, a parishioner will make the sign of the cross coming and leaving the church where Holy Water that is located near the doors. In Lourdes, I cried, prayed and felt a closer relationship with God.All of this was overwhelming. Now, I have to share my glitch in all of this trip. Being very emotional, jet lag, I made a bad error. I, got my days mixed up and my husband and I left Lourdes a day earlier. We didn't realize there was an error until we returned to the train station to go back to Paris. When this error was recognized I broke down and cried like a baby. My husband was a rock,he suggested we go back to Paris that day. We were fortunate to get a room at the hotel we were planning to stay before we left Paris to go to Prague in the Czech Rep.It turned out that this mistake gave us additional time for us to go on our own sightseeing in Paris. Somebody "upstairs" was watching over us. After Paris to Prague. At this point can you see why our travel agent thought we were brave or nuts for all of this movement. After this trip, I told my husband we need to stay in one place and one country. The photos are from Lourdes. My next post will cover our trip to Prague and eventually meeting more relatives.

TRIP TO PARIS,FRANCE

2010-08-22T22:24:00.004-04:00

I, plan to write at least three posts that describes my trip with my husband to Paris,France, City of Lourdes,France and Prague, Czech. Republic. This trip was planned after my mother died in 2006.We planned this trip especially one year after my mother died.I, was extremely close to my mother who after my father died, mother lived with me for 20 years prior to her death. I, felt that this trip might help me through my grief. If you can recall, my mother was a WW II war bride. She was born in Czechoslovakia and eventually moved to France. During all the years mother lived in America she never went back to see her family. Mother always told me she felt that a trip would be too emotional. Mother had limited contact with her family through letters and at times a telephone call. Many years ago, we did have Corinne, age 17 stay with us for a month. This young lady was a great niece from France. Throughout the years I maintained contact with Corinne. At the time of my mother's death, Corinne was the only person I could talk to in order to notify mother's family of her death. I wanted to make a connection with my European family that I had never met. Corinne was great. She and I made plans to meet her in Paris, France and eventually meet my French relatives. Corinne connected me to Philip, a distant cousin in the Czech Republic. We e mailed and he became the interpreter for my contact with the relatives in the Czech Republic. My husband and I planned the trip . we were to go to Paris for a few days,then travel to the city of Lourdes,where the shrine of the Blessed Virgin Mary was built after three children saw the Blessed Virgin Mary. Lourdes has been a city for visitors both well and physically sick or disabled. It is believed that a person may get healed while at the shrine. After the trip to Lourdes, we would return to Paris , spend a night and then travel to Prague. Our travel agent told us we were "brave" for doing this trip . There were no of airport changes as well as a language barrier. My husband is from Ireland, but he hasn't been there in years. I, have never been to Europe. Was this too much? well, we left Georgia and was met by Corinne and her husband at the airport in Paris. Corinne was now in her late 20's. She looked almost the same when she was 17. We stayed at a hotel located within walking distance of the main tourist area of Paris. Corinne and her mother, Lilli, became our tour guides. we went up the Eiffel Tower. It was extremely cold and the wind was rough, but there was a beautiful view of Paris. Lilli, spoke "broken English". at first she seemed reserved, but that went away. we visited places such as the Cathedral of NOTRE Dame,museums, outdoor art exhibits. We ate at a curbside restaurant enjoying cheese and wine, which is common for French people. The highlight of this Paris connection was being at Corinne's house for a French dinner with the relatives my mother would never know. It amazed me and my husband how warm and open hearted they were to us, strangers, yet relatives. I, cried because I never expected this, Now I had cousins and their families. Corinne interpreted, as most of the relatives didn't speak English. We laughed, cried, ate a formal French meal, with home made pate'made by my cousin, and the wine and liquor was very much a common drink. ALL OF THIS COULD HAVE TURNED OUT TO BE A DIASTER, BUT IT WAS A BLESSING.Before I forget, the French people know how to cook and bake. There were numerous bakeries . I will never forget the Best raspberry tart that I ate. If you ever go to France, check out the pastry. Now, that I've said enough about the pastry, the following day we traveled by train to Toulouse where we would get a rental car to drive to Lourdes. During the train ride which was 6 hours we could see small villages with grape vines to eventually make wine. The countryside was so beautiful. We arrived at the train station where we completed our arrangements to get a rental car. At this, point I will stop and my next post will cover the trip to Lourdes and then back to Paris.

AWAY

2010-08-19T10:59:00.005-04:00

Recently, a friend and myself drove to the Atlanta Airport to meet another friend who was returning to Georgia after visiting family. Having time to wait, the two of us decided to order something to drink and eat. We located a restaurant and sat down to eat. Within a short distance we saw about 12 young people, two were women. What's so special about seeing these adults? Well, they all had the military uniform of the U.S. Army. Looking at these service men and women, the oldest appeared to be no older than 24. My son is 37. All of these people could be my child. They were laughing, talking and appeared to enjoy each other's company. A number questions came into my mind. What were their names? Were they visiting family or at the airport to make a connection to go to a military base? How long had each person enrolled into the Army and their job duties?As I was thinking of all of these questions, my mind couldn't drift away from "the end of the road destination"., WAR. Will any of these young people be sent to a country to fight war with a country who didn't have any of the freedom as America? If they were involved in war, would they come back home alive or in a casket? Being a parent, the thoughts of the possibility of my child losing his life was very frightening. How can these young adults take on so much responsibility? When watching the television news, stories are told of people this age who get into trouble such as killing, theft, etc. These young people have chosen a path of responsibility and dedication to serve in the military Some sadness, came over me as if I could claim all of these young adults as if they were my children.As my mind was wandering, all of the "12 Today's Patriots", got up from their table talked and gave each other a hug and scattered in different directions. What was in the future of these 12? My friend and I felt pride and said a prayer all 12. To be so young, but "so old", in many ways. God Bless our soldiers.

The Soldier

He had no facial wrinkles:
His hands weren't calloused.

He was tall and lean:
This 21 year old Marine.

As he walked, He showed a sense of pride:
He joined the Service, not knowing where he may reside,
Let's hope it's not Afganistan or Iraq.
But, if this should be,we hope everyone
Will see,this Soldier did his mission:
He did it for you and me.

Rose

THE wind

2010-08-15T16:22:00.003-04:00

The Wind is silent
no movement of trees or bushes.
Oh! How I wish to hear the echo of wind
blowing in the air,
trees swaying back and forth.

But, No, stillness remains.
No wind bellows,heat so
unbearable to the touch.
Oh! wind display your power.

Rose

Do you ever think about the wind? Reflect, close yor eyes, visualize,you are going down a country road. To your left, to your right, there are fields of tall golden corn. They are doing a dance as the wind touches their tops. The corn fields become more alive and sounds are heard. Let's walk along an ocean beach. The wind is hitting your face and playing with your hair. The ocean has movement as the wind pushes up against the water and waves move causing a claping sound. Have you ever looked out through a window and saw lightening and heard thunder? The trees and other objects scatter as the wind gets in it's path. Trees moving back and forth, flowers swaying. Oh! how mighty is the wind.The wind can be both friend and enemy.

WHO has SEEN THE wind?

Who has seen the wind?
NEITHER I NOR YOU:
but when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Christina Rossetti

IS THIS SPRING?

2010-08-11T23:07:00.003-04:00

In the last two days, I have been preoccupied and haven't been able to devote more time to my blog as well as read and respond to comments left on my blog. Is this August? Well, why am I Spring Cleaning? My sister, said " Aren't you a little behind in months to Spring Clean"? Have you ever did something that made no sense and then decided to go forward to address the issue? As much, I loved my Mother, you won't catch me at 4 a.m. cleaning the house. The word of today is PROCRASTINATION.. PROCRASTINATION, according to Roget's Thesaurus, means to hesitate, a play for time,stall, slackness. So why do we PROCRASTINATE ? We PROCRASTINATE for different reasons;to delay to make a better decision about an issue, laziness, fear, anger ex. husband pushing wife to clean up the kitchen,and changing priorities. Is PROCRASTINATION GOOD or BAD? It could both,if we have to make a decision that will affect others ex. relocating to another city. This would be a decision that isn't taken lightly. To delay paying a bill, which could affect you having or not having electricity. Let's procrastinate and we our out of clean underwear. When traveling, we might delay making arrangements in order to find the less expensive air fare. So, why am I spring cleaning in August? I, know that I've seen this issue to be less important than other issues. I, also know that I go NUTS and won't stop and will do more than I planned.My house is 2400 sq. feet. The size requires me to pull out more cleaning products, rags, mop as well as a bunch of other items. Getting older, as much as I try to keep things together there's the problem ,did the mop run off with the broom? I thought I put the furniture polish over there. Where is the furniture polish? So far, I've been working for two days, and still have plenty of housekeeping to do.It's tempting to give up. Can I, just take one day off and will I go back "on track"? I, remember I had a saying,"I'll move so I won't have to SPRING CLEAN". This is my 5Th. house that I have bought and occupied in my hometown. No, I'm not planning to move unless it's to Texas to be near our granddaughter and her parents. I, have put photos with this post. Note, the dogs in the kitchen, no table, it's getting refinished.Oh! I forgot, is anyone interested in pantie hose? My husband has said on a no. of occasions" you buy things that you already have". Back to the pantie hose, note the Great selection , I think I have over 20 pairs of hose. I lost track,and pantie hose is important. So the pantie hose shop is open for business. I, think,I'll stop buying hose. This might be another reason to Spring Clean so I will not forget what items I have in "bulk". Time soon to "hit the hay" another day tomorrow to continue my quest. As you are reading this post, what issue do you tend to PROCRASTINATE? Will try to read some posts on other blogs, if I'm not dead or have fallen asleep in the closet I'm cleaning

Nature Bounties

2010-08-08T17:24:00.006-04:00

My husband and I are "early birds". We usually get up by 7a.m. this is probable crazy since we have been retired for years. At our house, we are surrounded by 4 acres. I, love it in the morning. There are so many sights and sounds of nature. Early in the morning, it sounds like an orchestra is preforming. I, usually don't see the crickets, but the sound is overwhelming. I, always wonder what those critters are saying or singing. Are they telling us we" need to get up and enjoy God's earth "or are they saying" don't bother us , go away." I wonder how many crickets occupy our property.It's got be millions based upon the loudness of their sound. Magically, this sound disappears with the light of the day becoming more noticeable.When we moved into this home over 5 years ago, I thought we didn't have any squirrels but given time I was mistaken. It's amazing how squirrels can act like a circus performer, running, jumping among the trees. They have great speed but can't always make up their mind. Do I go left, do I go right,do I move at all. Well, if you can recall we have 5 dogs(our Babies), and they are determined to conquer and take the squirrels to their deaths. It's funny watching our babies thinking they can jump up a tree that over 12 ft. high. Oh! let's add the charming sounds of the "babies" to the early morning hours as well as day and night. Our "babies" don't give up this battle. I think I witnessed only one capture seeing my youngest baby Micki, running across the yard with his enemy in his mouth. Naturally, his parents yelling to Micki"drop that, Come here". Micki, isn't the best well behaved child, if you can, "get my drift". As the heat and summer are at odds with each other, the beautiful flowers are dying. Let's hope they grace us with their beauty next year. Lo and behold, we still have some sunflowers smiling to us and could be saying"catch our beauty, we are slowly dying".Years ago, we planted a butterfly bush. WE cut this bush back and this amazing bush grew much taller. The sight of butterflies enjoying this bush ,flying from one frail limb to another. Butterflies of different sizes and colors have no hesitation to flutter about no matter who is present.This morning, I hear birds chirping and flying. Well,I need to go into the kitchen to do the dishes. As I am leaving nature's bounty, I can't imagine life would be so empty without God's gifts. There's a saying "smell the roses". We need to do this and not take life and nature for granted.

MAMA MILLIE #9

2010-08-04T14:19:00.041-04:00

Let's go back 19 years ago. My first husband was deceased and Mama Millie continued to live with me in my home. My niece, Emilie, called me to ask if I wanted a cat. She had found a cat and she couldn't keep it, and it needed a home. Now, let's say I haven't had any experience with cats,but agreed to give it a home. I'm a sucker and now we had a cat. We named it Fluffy as this cat had alot of beautiful thick grey hair. We noticed that this cat ate alot and since we had to take it to the vet, we would enquire about this and taking care of a cat. The vet gave us the good news(drum roll) Fluffy was female and pregnant with possible 5 kittens. I don't believe that Fluffy had consented to having sex, she was raped. No matter, we were going to be "grandparents". The time came for the birth of the "grandchildren". Fluffy gave us the "high sign", and we were ready in the "operating room", which was the bathroom. How was Mama Millie and myself to know that cats don't lay down in delivery. My sister was our consultant. At delivery, we had 5 babies, 2 were grey, 1 totally white with a mass of hair, 1 black with a mass of hair, 1 calico.After the babies were born Mama Millie, got emotional and wanted to keep one cat, the calico, and then we would try to find homes for the other 4 babies. Mama Millie and I named her cat Humpty Dumpty as she was the last kitten to be delivered. When it was time that the kittens could be separated from their mother, we placed an ad in the newspaper for free kittens. Now my mother cries for any reason, she did this when we placed the ad. It amazed us the response we received from the ad. The first night from the ad, we had visitors coming to our house about the kittens. The weird thing, it was raining and we had thunder storms. There must be a large number of cat lovers in the world. We had two families who each adopted a grey kitten for their families. Mama Millie, started with the tears. She was worried that these people wouldn't take care of the kittens. Later that evening, while we were still having heavy rain, the doorbell rang and a father and his daughter looked at the remaining kittens and decided to adopt the white kitten, that meant we had one more kitten left,the black kitten, remember we are keeping the calico. As this man was getting to leave,I did a "salesman pitch",and asked this man to also consider the black kitten, My words, ," Don't you want this kitten as well, this kitten it's a match with the white kitten". They left only with the white kitten. Mama Millie once again cried. Shortly, after that time, the doorbell rang again, low and behold the man and his daughter said "we will take this other kitten, it matches with the one we already have". I, couldn't believe that my sales pitch worked. Again Mama Millie cried. We kept the calico because Mama Millie got attached , we named her "Humpty Dumpty ". Days after the 4 babies were gone, I got a telephone call. The man who took the 2 kittens (I was afraid he was calling to say He couldn't keep them)His question was," what was the date that the kittens were born," his daughter wanted to have a birthday party for the kittens. Mama Millie cried again because this was so touching and we got a good feel that they would be in a good home. As the years went by, our mama cat "Fluffy", had a tumor. Two weeks after surgery she died. Both Mama Millie and myself cried. Humpty was Mother's cat that she loved, spoiled and was constantly holding. When, Mama Millie, got sick, she made me promise to take care of Humpty. On the day that my Mother died, Humpty wouldn't get off mother's hospital bed that was at my home. Mother died with Humpty, laying alongside her. When we buried my Mother, we placed a photo of Humpty in the casket. The years went by, Humpty was 18 years old, but she looked like a younger cat. Within the last 6 months,of this year Humpty got sick. The vet advised us to put her to sleep. She is buried in an area near our barn. As I am writing this post, tears are coming down my cheeks. When Humpty died, this opened up the grief that I had when Mother died. Humpty was 18 years old when she died, I had known that cat longer than my husband in my current marriage. I know, I will always have this memory.We have grief for animals,as they became a member of our family. Humpty outlived Mother by 3 years. This cat was my last physical connection with my Mother. Mama Millie and Humpty, are blessings that I have and their death's can't take that away, unless I eliminate them from my mind and heart. When we lose someone or something , we can lose the value of that blessing, if we "put it in a closet", in order to run away from sadness. I choose not to "put this memory in the closet" as this is a blessing,not to be given up by myself. So, let the tears cry for sadness, but let the tears cry for happiness . HElP I tried to delete the photo that is sideways, couldn't do this. I didn't want to continue this,so it's on my post.Still learning this blog process. Rose,Blogger in training.

HODGEPODGE

2010-08-02T03:35:00.006-04:00

In my last post, I shared with you that my husband had gone from Georgia to Texas. His mission was to build an outdoor playhouse for our grand daughter within a 2 week time frame. I, remained home to babysit our 5 children(dogs). The word HODGEPODGE, refers to a jumble, assortment, mixed bag. In this post I would like to share this HODGEPODGE of photos which will include those taken of our grand daughter's playhouse as well as photos taken at our home in Georgia. Background, my husband is a very smart man . He has a mechanical background and is a tinker. He will try his very best to solve a problem and complete a project. Having no experience, he agreed to build this playhouse. Upon arriving at his daughter's home, he came up with his daughter and son in law a basic idea of a playhouse. Supplies were purchased, there was no turning back.I, would have daily discussions about his project. Time going bye, he admitted it was more work than expected. Now, let me tell you this, my husband always will say "I can do this,it won't take long". Not so as my husband gets more mentally involved in a project that extra time and work becomes noticeable. As daily discussions occur, it's apparent that this playhouse was going to be unique. The size is big enough that it could be used eventually as an office. there is electrical wiring, windows, insulation, and a small air conditioner. It's hot in Texas, so we needed to have a way to cool the inside of this playhouse for our grand daughter to be comfortable while playing. I, told my husband, he built a mini house, he agreed. No matter what this mission was accomplished. the playhouse was completed in slightly over 2 weeks. It was the combined efforts of my husband, the contractor and builder, as well as the chief money suppliers and designers, Mom and Dad.There is no doubt that this project became a labor of love by all parties ,from myself , my husband and his daughter and son in law. Isn't this what family is all about, sharing ,caring,helping those we love. There is no doubt that this wonderful memory will always be in our hearts. Included in this post are photos of this playhouse, as well as photos of my life with our babies at home in Ga. while all of the planning and building was completed. Please note that our children are taking it easy. it's just too hot. Can you recall any family efforts that will always be in your mind as so important or unusual?

THINGS HAPPEN

2010-07-30T13:07:00.002-04:00

Recently, my husband went on a 2week trip to build a playhouse for our granddaughter in another state. I love my husband for his love and willingness to do this. I remained at home with the 5 dogs as my husband won't board them as well i had no house sitter. I, did have one human who was at my house while my husband was gone. This young lady was having her house remolded and initially it was to take a few days. Well, the house needed more work than expected so after a month and a half, I still had this friend. If you remember we have 5 dogs. My husband is good about bathing them in a child's swimming pool. The babies had a bath before their Da Da left on his trip. Well, two of our babies have curly hair which becomes a problem when they have to go No. 2, you know what I mean. Molly, the smallest goes nuts if she has boo boo on her bottom. Our own young children don't like this either. Molly will run around the yard as if someone has lite a match to her tail. She also has this awful sound. After getting bathed, molly was now a happy baby. Unfortunately, Missy, our oldest baby, had the same problem. Now Missy is medium size dog and very overweight. It was a hoot trying to put her in the bathtub. Had to give it up and wash her standing up on the bathroom carpet. Boy! it's hard to bathe some children as all they want to do is go outside. Mission accomplished. My hope is that my husband will be back for the next bath time. During my husband being away, I had a situation . You know that things happen. I accept that idea. Well, out of stupidity, I was doing something and crashed down on my kitchen floor, face down. My friend came and saw that i was bleeding . as i was getting ready to go to the emergency room, my friend went into a fetal position , yelling " I hurt,my stomach hurts with shooting pains". Here I was bleeding and now checking on my friend. Because I have a social worker-mental health background, I comforted my friend with soothing words and rubbing her back. Remember, I'm still bleeding from my nose. My friend was having a flashback re her deceased father and she (she is 24) has no family. I, got her calmed down and her pain disappeared, she was afraid she might lose someone else in her life. Thank goodness she got her composure. She drove to the E.R. and after time spent, I had fractured my nose. I purposely, didn't tell my husband about my injury until a day before he was to leave for home. I had a tough time keeping this injury from him for a week. Things happen. It was good that I had company at my house when this situation happened. For a full week I had two black eyes, as well as my cheeks were black and blue. I told someone I looked like a racoon. By the time, my husband came home,he thought I looked bad, this was nothing compared to the "look like a racoon phase". All is well except I now have a permanet "elevated knot" which is not noticable as my glasses cover this. Boy! was i glad to have my husband come home. Things happen. I was glad I could help my friend as her reaction might have come at a different time and with no one familiar with that reaction. I'm also glad my friend got her comprure and handled this situation. Out of a bad situation ,sometimes a positive can occur, even if I had a fractured nose. THINGS HAPPEN and we will have to decide to sit or take action.

WHAT WOULD YOU BE?

2010-07-28T23:39:00.009-04:00

I'm A BIRD! Do you believe in reincarnation? I have mixed feelings. OK! let's think about this. If I died and went to Heaven, hopefully I didn't go to the other place, what would I like to return to the earth as an animal, another person, something in nature? I love birds. I would be a red cardinal or a Blue Jay. I love the bright colors and feel very well dressed. I could fly with ease(no more air planes)When I'm flying, I have an open window to the world around me. To be able to see flowers in bloom, to be able to watch humans below who might be playing with their children, to see humans cutting grass. Being a bird, I would be able to make beautiful sounds that are pleasant to the ears. Now the downside, when it rained, I might catch a cold as the trees don't give much shelter,and there are no vacant birdhouses. I have to eat some creatures for food. That big Tabby cat continues to try to make me his play thing or worse. So, now do I really want to be a bird?Let me think on that. What would you come back to earth if possible?

MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS #8

2010-07-26T08:12:00.004-04:00

Today, I would like to share two situations that come into my mind about my MAMA MILLIE.Whenever, I think of my mother I always think of her determination to do a job. In our city, there is a plant that has these large trees located on it's outside grounds. This particular place was where my parents patiently collected nuts for Mama to bake her famous nut roll cookies. This sounds easy, but the hard part of this activity was shelling these nuts. These were hickory nuts. They are tiny and very time consuming to shell. once my parents collected these nuts, they were like an assembly line getting as much of nut for future baking. This would drive me "nuts" as this was like using a tweaser to remove a splinter,that so small. Can you imagine how many nuts you would need to make over 10 dozen cookies? My parents were like squirrels storing food for the winter. Both of my parents are deceased. Whenever, I drive near these old hickory trees, I visualize seeing my parents with buckets collecting these "pieces of Gold". No matter how long this "nut hunting"took, it was an activity done without stopping. Death of a loved one takes the body. It doesn't take the memory that we have of that person. In order to survive facing death, concentrating on the spirit, memories,of our loved ones, is what can get us through a loss. Death has power, we need to strive to take that power away as Death cannot take away our memories of the person we lost. If we allow Death to overshadow our precious and some not so precious memories, we will struggle and Death is or can overshadow the memory that God has nurtured and we do an injustice to our deceased person who gave us moments that can't be eliminated unless we allow Death to consume us from going on with life. Hold onto your memories, live as those we lost would want for us.

Have you ever known of someone that if you told them to do something they wouldn't deviate? Mama Millie, had some health issues. Mother's doctor encouraged her to walk. Sounds good. Well from Monday through Friday, Mama Millie would get up at 4 a.m. and leave the house no later than 6 a.m. and go to a local walking track. She would complete 10 laps equal to 3 miles a day. I, don't think my mother's doctor meant mother to do this daily ritual. Many times, it was dark and there weren't any other people walking. Mother lost weight and to change her walking schedule, we talked to her Doctor and he in turn gave Mother a suggested walking schedule. If we hadn't talked to the Doctor, we wouldn't be able to change mother's schedule. Mother was like a "locomotive", once she started she wouldn't change her schedule, although we cautioned her about safety issues. Mother eventually had to give up this routine as she became ill. The gist of this story is that Mother was better than I at exercising, but that I was less stubborn and guess lazy. When I think of my Mother, I think that she was a "tough old bird",stronger than people her age as well as myself.

SMILE

2010-07-23T12:23:00.003-04:00

Be aware, it's not contagious, not the flu, or a cold. It's FREE, comes from any direction,it can spread and it's hard to ignore.

IT'S A SMILE!

S-sensitivity, see, scope
M-mouth,movement
I-interest
L-listen, laughter
E-eye contact

A SMILE is a simple thing to do ,but not so simple that it's not needed. We smile to to give comfort ,sensitivity,acceptance,caring of one person to another A friend's husband has died, we may be at lost for words, a simple smile, may say,"I'm here for you my friend". A smile can acknowledge to a friend or family member pleasure we receive from whatever situation is happening. Watching your child ride a bicycle for the first time and a parent smiles indicating "I'm proud of you, good job. Your in a situation were silence is all that is noted , a smile can transfer a message of understanding. A SMILE is not an expensive gift but many times is needed. It is a gift from our inner self to someone else. It is a gift that Jesus would want us to offer to another person.

to smile

So few muscles needed.
So little effort.
So many benefits.
Smiling brightens our faces
. and lights up a room .
It can disarm
Charm.

"Give a smile and it will be repaid."

Anonymous

Dog DAY

2010-07-20T08:20:00.008-04:00

Today, it's a normal day sitting at the computer located in the sun room. I can hear a muffled barking sound outside, I try to ignore it, but the sound won't go away. Upon opening the door,there's Missy, our oldest child(dog), who has been saying"Mommy, let me in".Missy with her mat of hair and a little larger body (she and I need to go on a diet), comes into the room, plops down on the carpet with no word of thank you. She has bad manners and it's not uncommon if you want her to move out of the way, she just looks at you with those sad eyes.?At our house, sometimes you can't get the children (dogs) to stay outside and play. I guess it's the heat today, that is a problem. As I say this, come to think of it, the "babies, all 5 follow mommy and daddy where ever we go. Back to the computer. I hear another sound. There's some scratching on the glass door, as well as singing with a high pitched voice. This interruption won't stop. Again, I open the door and little Ms. Molly, prances into the room. She has this thing about shaking her head and you feel like she is scolding you for not paying attention to her. After numerous attempts, Molly finally settles down in a chair and there is no noise. I, forgot to mention, that if you don't watch the crack in the door when you open it, another family member/ members will bolt and there they are in the house. Here's Megan, the "jumper", and Micki, the juvenile delinquent, joining Mommy and their 2 other siblings. Boy! some days, it's hard to be a mother. Megan must be hyperactive as she paces around the room before she settles down. Micki, our youngest child has so much energy. In and out behind furniture, not having enough sense that he gets stuck and all you see is this furry butt slowly backing out from beneath a chair. Don't know if he will ever learn he's too big. Molly is resting on her Daddy's /Mommy's recliner, watching Micki acting crazy sniffing and getting on furniture as well as continuing to inspect underneath the furniture. I wonder, if he is the designated "DUST PATROL"?It's difficult to sit down as Megan likes to be a lap dog Usually, I have to block her from getting on my lap if I can't hold her. Megan also, will push aside any of her siblings, as we try to get the attention of another child. She is determined to get her need of attention filled, even if her name isn't Missy, Molly, Micki, Murphy. Micki, in the mean time continues to inspect the room and furniture. Now, it's time to call it quits.Micki is the 1st to be kicked out, I mean asked to leave and go outside.(please don't report me to whoever for abuse). Micki upon being escorted out of the room, gives up and decides to go through the dogie door and joins his brother,Murphy, who has little sympathy for Micki. Murphy has restrictions to be in the other parts of the house. Murphy is still not diaper trained and one piece of furniture is as good as another, and up will go his leg and you can figure what next may happen. Eventually, I'm able to settle down until the children hear this imaginary sound and then they want to go outside to chase what they think is outside. Usually, it's nothing. I think they are paranoid. Little did I think I would become a mother of 5 howling babies. As much as I get frustrated at times, I love my babies. I know I'm a SUCKER.My husband has been on a trip for 2 weeks. It's difficult sleeping alone. Megan, has shared our bed as I like to talk to someone while in bed. Megan, is behaving and seems to enjoy some time out from her siblings. I know I'm nuts. Isn't love grand? While it's quiet, I'll get back to the computer before this cycle starts back up again with the babies. Do you have any situations with "your children" that seem ongoing and need to be changed or totally stopped? It's tough being a parent.

POSTCARDS

2010-07-17T12:34:00.004-04:00

It's Saturday, and I thought I would share something light hearted and different. I came across some old postcards at an antique mall. Normally, these wouldn't catch my eye, BUT...I have no idea when they were printed, definitely not within this current time. I,love the colors. That's what attracted me to them at first. The words and the pictures added to my continual gaze. Now, I have to first say, not to offend anyone, I have a weight problem, and it's not an issue being thin. You can guess.You will notice two postcards with women with well built bodies (not small, not medium, not--OH! do I lie, "NO", yes pleasing plump, thats a safe comment. Times have changed. I have a sense of humour, but in my "hay days" as a younger woman, I'm not certain if I would laugh off the cards with the women. Now, being a woman of today, I cherish all that these cards offer to my sense of humour. Which card would be your favorite? You, need to be careful, you never know that one of these cards may show up in your mailbox. Have a good Saturday. Enjoy!

MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS #7

2010-07-15T05:20:00.002-04:00

Lets travel back to 1973. In that year I obtained my 1st. job. I, was employed as a Social Worker at a GA. state hospital with tuberculosis patients. At that time, my parents were still residing in Penn.. In July of that year, I met Eddie, a brother of a co-worker. We saw each other everyday. After work, he would camp out at my apartment door steps. We did simple dates, cooking, picnics, going on car rides, sightseeing. We both were still watching our budgets. In, Sept, Eddie proposed marriage, I, turned him down and then 2 weeks later said yes. My parents were coming to visit me. I had shared information to my parents about this man,but wanted them to meet him before we sprung the news of our intentions of getting married. Well, you know that you make a plan but a clink happens, mine was Mama Millie. Within a two hour period, Mama Millie, had "interrogated"me caused me to ball like a baby. Some words were flying. Mama Millie was upset as I, was wanting to marry someone 13 years older than myself, a Baptist, no college ed. and worst of all divorced . I, didn't feel this was the wrong decision as I, was always "too level headed" and I seemed much older than my 24 years. Eddie, initially thought I was 28, was that good or bad? My plans to let my parents meet Eddie before I sprung on the news of us getting married, went out the door. Mama Millie looked at my Dad and said"Stephan, do you hear that she wants to get married"? Dad's response, "Let her get married". If, you could remember, my parents married only after knowing each other for one month.Dad, accepted I was an adult and very much a "grounded person". Mama Millie, backed off. I, think she felt she was losing her baby girl. After meeting, Eddie, my parents, Mama Millie and Dad accepted this news. Before they left to go back to Penn, my parents were buying items, including furniture for the home we were buying. This all "blew my mind". My parents couldn't return to Ga., vacation time issue. We had a quiet home wedding with friends and only my husband's family. As years went by, we learned the disappointment that Eddie's sperm count was low and would never father a child. I, got depressed. We tried artificial insemination, this felled. Surprising, Mama Millie suggested adopting. She now was into this grandmother direction. Well, we did and adopted, Chuck, who was 4yrs. old as well as his sister, Rochelle, age 6. Unfortunately, the adoption of Rochelle would years later fail due to some psychiatric problems. Mama Millie and Dad were great and accepted the children. My parents moved to Georgia. Throughout the years, the relationship between Eddie and my parents was good.When Dad, died, Mama Millie, was encouraged to "visit" with us until Mama Millie could decide what she wanted to do without Dad. WE, never meant for her to live permanently with us. Suddenly, an extra bedroom was being added to our house. My mother was 18 years older than Eddie but she accepted him as a son. He was a very good person and Mama Millie got along very well with him. Unfortunately, in 1991, we , Eddie, myself, Mama Millie, were involved in a car accident and Eddie was killed upon impact, we had injuries. We were only 1 hour away from home. Left with a husband, came home that evening with no husband. Throughout, this time and afterwards, Mama Millie grieved with me for the loss of my husband and her son. I, will always love Mama Millie for all that she was and for her to let down her guard and accept and love my husband. You never know how much the power of love can grow if you trust in God, yourself, and others. WE were married for 18 years, those I thank God and Mama Millie and Dad for being a part of my life with Eddie and myself.

A LOVE STORY ?

2010-07-13T01:06:00.004-04:00

Recently, I went to see the movie, Eclipse, the 3rd. movie in the Twilight saga.It's a love story between, Bella and Edward. Bella is A human while Edward is a vampire. A love story?? Yes, but how could an odd couple fall in love? You always hear that opposites attract. Well needless to say loving a vampire would not be considered normal., Edward and Bella though they have some differences, they become a couple in love. In their relationship they make compromises, try to understand each other, and trust in one another. Doesn't this sound like the much needed aspects we need in a relationship? Let me share that Edward has no desire to kill anyone, as a "normal" vampire. A love triangle occurs, where Jacob,Bella's friend is in love with Bella. His issues, he can change into a werewolf. Bella loves Jacob, but not as deeply as she loves Edward. As the movie progresses, evil forces(bad werewolves) are after Bella and eventually will invade the local town. Although, Jacob and Edward are rivals, they put this aside to work together to protect Bella. If, in your mind you can eliminate the issue that Edward is a vampire and Jacob is a werewolf, then you can see this is a love story. In love, in the true sense, love means trying to understand each other, make compromises , patience, trust in one another, putting the other person before yourself, putting or willingness to put aside issues such as drugs,alcohol, being a blood sucking vampire. There has to be loyalty and less selfless by one other. All of these components are noted in this movie. If you go to see Eclipse, and can visualize that Edward and Jacob could be humans just like Bella you couldn't dismiss that it's a love story and not just viewed as a horror movie. There will be two sequels after Eclipse. I have to admit I hesitated to even see one of these movies, because I heard of vampires vs werewolves, but I got hooked on this love story. In a relationship, it's important for us to see beyond physical appearances and look at the personality, character of the person. What is your opinion of this situation, love story or horror movie?

MEET MS. ANNA OUR FOSTER DOG(baby)

2010-07-10T10:52:00.010-04:00

Well, let me tell you that Ms. Anna, is not our real baby (dog), first her first name doesn"t start with the initial M, as all of our 5 other babies, secondly, she has a mother named, Telsa. Ms. Anna, has come to our house for us to baby sit while her Mother does errands. Her mother is Young and has no family, it looks like we may have fostered her mother. Recently, Ms Anna and her Mother have stayed at our home for the past month while their house is being remodeled. Hopefully, they will be back in their home next week. It sometimes gets crazy at our home.Along with Ms. Anna and her Mother, I forgot to mention that we have Ms. Anna's siblings, the twp parakeets, who now occupy living in our spare bathroom. Now, back to Ms. Anna. Ms. Anna is a Chihuahua. She is light brown and her feet are white. Her tail is long and curls in a funny shape. She is a barker and loves to eat. Ms. Anna, and our 5 babies (dogs) usually get along except for food. we have to feed her separately from the others. Ms. Anna seems to have a fixation on being not happy with our oldest baby, Ms. Missy. Ms. Missy, doesn't do anything but Ms. Anna is always trying to bully her. This reminds me of David and Goliath. It' wild at this house when we have visitors come to our fence gate. All Of our five babies as well as Ms. Anna, runs and greets people with alot of barking, they aren't mean in anyway to strangers. AT night time or in the day, we hate when we hear a fire truck or an ambulance, as all six will then sing out very loud. Although Ms. Anna is small she has let the other children know not to bother her. Pester her and she will come out fighting, no size matters. Ms. Anna is smart, probable more so than any of our babies. On command, she will Sit, stand on her hind legs, lay down, bark, and do a high5. Our babies do none of these tricks. Some time ago, we put in a dogie door that leads to the kitchen. it touch us over a week from pushing, bribing to get our babies to use the door. One of our babies, Ms. Molly, still at times get brain loss and won't go through the door. Now, Ms. Anna took only 5 minutes to learn to use this door. Ms.Anna is a lap baby. If someone is siting down she demands them to hold her. Now none of OUR 5 babies, don't have this issue. HA! HA!. Ms. Anna's size, although small, she is a gladiator, so don't forget that. Playing with her and her toys, she will hold on and rarely give up to defeat by losing her toy. My blog is about treasures. I consider that Ms. Anna as well as her mother is a treasure that will always be in our hearts and minds. Is there a pet or something or someone that has become a treasure to yourself that you won't forget?

HATS

2010-07-08T09:21:00.007-04:00

Is there something that you do that just makes you feel unlike yourself? Mine is trying on Hats. Growing up in a Catholic church, we had to wear hats to church.This now has changed. I, remember going to church on Easter Sunday with my hat. Usually it was white with light colored flowers. I had a lot of hats, but now this part of my childhood is gone. I do have a few hats, but not as much as I had when I was younger. One of the "funniest things" I enjoy doing is to try on hats.I will do this in department stores, clothing stores, antique shops (they are my favorite), and anywhere they have hats. When I try on a hat, I become a little girl acting giddy, making faces, and sounds that might fit the style of the hat. I, have to admit,I won't do this alone as I would be considered "nuts", and it's more fun doing this with a friend. When I'm feeling blue, this uplifts my spirits. Is there an activity that seems to call to you and that child in you suddenly appears? Being an adult doesn't mean we have to stay straight. This activity often helps me when my spirits are low, it's OK to laugh at ourselves.

MAMA MILLIE #6

2010-07-05T16:56:00.005-04:00

When I was very young, Mama Millie, self taught herself to crochet. She always told my "I keep studying the pictures". Well, I have to admit I never learned to crochet, yet by just looking at pictures. Mother loved to crochet. For a no. of years, she limited herself from doing this "love", because of work. After, Mother retired, she went "on a whirl wind", and did crochet on a daily basis. She would usually make crochet dollies and then eventually did a bedspread.I have a very large house. Majority of my furniture has a Dollie. Some of these items are over 50 years old. I, also have some that Mother made that could be hung on a wall.My Mother became ill. She had to stop her crocheting as she was diagnosed with Dementia. Mother couldn't remember very well. She began to question what to do with a utensil. While she had a slight memory one day, she wanted to crochet. I, didn't want to refuse to get these items I handed the needle and thread to her. She sat and stared and then she said,"I,don't know what to do with this". After I took the items and put them up I then cried. Mother who could do a no. of things was no longer capable to do what she loved best. Mother has been dead for 3 years. Although, she is not physically in my home, her crochet items give me a loving and warm feeling as if she was still in my home. How special to have an item, of your deceased parent that can remind you that the "spirit" of your loved one is around you and this may give you some peace. Is there anything of a deceased love one that gives you peace and comfort?

JULY 4th.

2010-07-03T10:55:00.010-04:00

Tomorrow we celebrate the 4Th of July. With many struggles, our Nation, America was born. We owe all of the rights, choices, freedom, to those souls who recognized that Man should live without containment from other countries. I, think of all our native sons and without their fighting for Independence, we could be under tyranny from our own country as well as other countries. When I, think of the Statue Of Liberty, I cannot forget those immigrants,including my Mother as well as my Grandparents, who came to our Nation because of the freedoms that were infringed upon themselves during WW II. Today, we still recognize our Nation as a symbol of freedom of which we should never take for granted. Happy 4Th of July, Happy Birthday America.

FRIDAY FOLLOW ME

2010-07-02T06:32:00.002-04:00

It's Friday and I'm joining in with friday follow me. My blog is about the people, things, events in our lives that are treasures . Take time and read some of my posts and let me know you are involved in Follow Follow Me and i will get back with you as soon as possible

LET'S MEET MICKI #5 DOG(BABY)

2010-07-01T04:48:00.002-04:00

I'm down to the wire. Well yes, Micki is our 5Th. dog(baby), and he's our wired haired terrier. Have you ever gone somewhere and maybe shouldn't have gone and bought something? I, think all of us have done that. Well, let me tell you about my visit to pet land. Went to this store to look for an item. They sell alot of dogs. I had 4 dogs at home and I'm a sucker for a sad story. The sales lady was holding this busy, white dog with copper markings.I was told he was 6 months old. Getting too old at times to get someone to purchase him. well, according to the sales lady this dog needed room, not a cage was getting depressed and not eating. She took him home to change his environment but couldn't afford to buy him herself. Well, i got hooked, but as I left the store I kept saying "FORGET IT, WE HAVE 4 BABIES". Got home, couldn't get this dog off my mind. We have 4 acres .My husband is a wimp about animals and naturally I had to tell him about this dog. It's amazing how fast someone can run to the phone. Found out the cost of this dog, bargained with the store, although still expensive, and next thing I know we are the proud parents of MICKI# 5Th. baby. As a result of this purchase, I am no longer allowed to go into Petland, Micki is our youngest child. His breed as a wired haired terrier, is appropiate, definitely he is wired. Now, we have 5 dogs with names starting with the letter M. They all rhyme. Micki is our runner. He loves to run and encouraged his siblings to run and chase. If there is a trouble maker, it's Micki. Micki is a Houdini, a great escape artist. Although we have a fence around the 4 acres, he will find an opening to escape. After numerous escapes, and sending him to his room, with a spanking ( a light one) he has learned his lesson and doesn't have this annoying need.We at times check the fence for escape areas. Micki and his brother, Murphy at times get into fights, usually about food or not wanting to share toys. My husband is NUTS about this child because he has so much life, maybe too much. Micki likes to jump on the kitchen chairs. He looks like he is waiting for his plate of food to be served at the table. We haven't broken him of this chair sitting routine. Micki loves his Daddy or his "JA JA". His "JA JA", has built him a seat attached to the riding mower and away "the boys" go,father and son. It's amazing what you would do for your child. I, never had a special seat on the mower.Micki is our "licker" He will lick you to death, I'm not used to that. My husband on the other hand.....When I reflect upon our adoption of Micki I think that although he can be a pest, he has added alot of humor and laughter to our family. Micki is our last baby, but next time, I would like to share with you about our final baby who is "our foster dog",Boy! are we NUTS. YES! YES!,but what can I say?

Mama Millie Moments#5

2010-06-29T07:59:00.000-04:00

Have you ever did something that your parent requested (pressured) you and you found yourself hanging? When my Mama Millie was alive she received a telephone call from her niece in France asking if her daughter could come to visit us for a month. Mother was living in my home so I had to be the person to make this decision. Mother wanted this, but I had reservations. Corrine was 17 years old and I had to work. My mother was a person who liked to be at home. What great fun for a young person to sit at home with such an older woman.I AGREEDED TO THIS REQUEST, BUT Mama Millie HAD TO DEAL WITH ANY ISSUES THAT CAME UP WITH VISITOR.What a joke! The time came and when we went to the Atlanta Airport, we saw a very beautiful, full figured girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She spoke English which was a blessing to me as I couldn't speak French. With her accent, she even seemed prettier than I thought. I think a real looker. Corrine seemed sweet, but years ago girls didn't wear short shorts that came up to her hiney. My mother wasn't comfortable with Corrine's clothing choice. Corrinne couldn't understand why people were staring at her. Within a few days later, Mama Millie wanted to ship her back to France. No way, we had her for a month. I didn't want to hurt her feelings as NOW I was responsible for dealing with her. Mama dropped the ball. I tried to encourage getting some new clothing as a gift from us ,but that didn't work. She loved what she wore. Maybe I should have talked with her straight about clothes, but I didn't and Mama just dumped,dumped, dumped. I decided that I didn't want to make this a big issue. This young lady was so happy, and excited to visit. I, had to work, but now I had to take some time off. Mama doesn't like to entertain. What! let's just sit and rock all day with a 17 year old. I, worked half days and did the shopping, out to eat routine, and whatever. Mother stayed at home.DUMP,DUMP! I made a mistake and took Corrine to a local swimming pool. Well, one day the door bell rings. Guess what? Not 1 but 3 lifeguards showed up at the house and wanted to take my too beautifil 17 year old out on the town. Now that I remain in charge, I now have this situation to deal with. Being the good and responsible person, I had the 3 to set on the couch and gave my speech. "I, don't know you guys, and Corrine is new to this country and I want her to return back to France in the condition she came to us. Tough, but she's too, too, pretty and I just felt I had to say NO. Corrine and I talked and she accepted this. I never took her back to that pool. What would you have done? During the time she visited, I had no problems. I, overall enjoyed this visitor, but not dealing with these issues. Mama said she would never do this again. Years later my son who was also attracted to Corrine shared some info. Mom, didn't you guess that Corrine was going outside alot to smoke? well, French perfume is great at as a cover up. Years ago, we continued to talk to Corrine. One year after my Mother died, we went to France and spent sometime with Corrine and her family. She is in her 30's and still is beautiful. At some point, I plan to share the heartwarming story to Europe to meet My European family I never knew. I, felt that after Mother died, I had to do this to help with my loss. It was a great decision. May still have more of MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS stayed tuned and then we will travel to Europe.

TREASURES

2010-06-28T09:39:00.000-04:00

JOINING JAVA AT NEVER GROWING OLD FOR MEET ME ON MONDAY.
QUESTIONS
1. I COLLECT ANTIQUES, OLD TEA TOWELS, GLASSWARE, ANGELS
2. NO TATTOOS BUT HAVE ALWAYS WANTED ON ON MY ANKLE,
BUT TOO CHICKEN. I WEAR ONE THAT IS WASHABLE ON HALLOWEEN
3. I LOVE TOMATO BACON SALAD DRESSING
4. I ATE COLD CEREAL AND JUICE
5. SAW KNIGHT AND DAY WITH TOM CRUISE. LOVED IT GREAT CAR SCENES
VERY FUNNY PARTS, ROMANCE. WOULD GO TO SEE IT AGAIN

Belated Father's Day Memory

2010-06-26T10:08:00.000-04:00

Last week, my computer was sick and I didn't have the opportunity to post my Father's Post, so it doesn't have to be Father's Day to do so. I talk alot about my mother, but Dad was certainly an important part of my life. Unfortunately, my father is not of this earth. He died in 1986, from cancer. Dad was born in America, although his parents were from Europe. My grandparents became U.S. citizens,although they never learned to speak English. Because of the language barrier, I never had a close relationship with my grandparents. Dad met my Mother in Europe during WW II. After knowing each other for one month they married and came to live in Penn. They were married over 34 years. Dad was like a "bull dog". He was short, 5 ft. 2 in. overweight, was a dedicated provider for his family and a believer in getting education. Throughout the years my father worked in steel mills. Dad bought a tavern to supplement his income when the steel workers were unemployed. My Mother would clean homes for $5. a day. At times we had no car, so Dad would have to walk miles to get to work, he never complained. Dad always wanted my Mother to have her own home instead of renting. While we lived in Penn., he subcontracted and built two homes. Unfortunately, he had to sell these homes due to being laid off from work. After, my parents moved to Georgia, to be near my sister and myself, Dad built Mother a house and they lived in it until Dad died. Dad told my Mother that he wanted his two girls, my sister, Aileen and myself to get a good college education. My parents never had a high school ed. and Dad said he wanted us to have a better life. He and Mother worked extra to help us with college. If I hadn't gone to college I wouldn't have been a Social Worker for 34 years. I owe alot to my parents for having a better life. Dad was a man of action not a man who showed affection. No hugging, kissing, no words of love. He would do things for us or buy things as his way of telling us he loved us. One Xmas, after comming home from college, my Father remembered that the only item I wanted for Xmas was a blue sapphire ring. There this item was in our glove compartment, when my parents picked me up at the airport. My Father smoked and had cancer. We were told he might live 6 months to a year, he lived 3 months after his diagnonis. He was hospitalized 3 times. The night that Dad died at the hospital, he became restless and just before he died, his few and last words were "I love you". There had always been a sad part of my life not hearing words of love or affection, but those final words were what I waited for many years. As I write this post, tears still come to me. Dad loved us, but how important words can be. Throughout my life, I try to tell my family, friends I love them. Sometimes, people can't verbally express love. Remember to tell those you love them as there may be an emptyness if something should happen and then it's too late. My Father's last words will always be a Treasure. Thanks Dad, I love you.

Georgia Bloggers

2010-06-26T10:01:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, I had the pleasure to have lunch with some of the bloggers from Georgia. It was great to hear the voices and faces of some of these ladies I have been blogging. Also met new future bloggers. I look forward in continuing my friendships and meeting more bloggers from Georgia as well as from other parts of the country. Have a good day.

I'm Back

2010-06-25T19:45:00.000-04:00

I'm back. My computer just got out of the hospital. The doctor said the patient can go back to work. The patient and I plan to do a new post tomorrow, but wanted to share with the people in the "waiting room",that is all well. I never cared for computers, but in this past week, I have to admit that I missed my patient. I've gotten a little addicted to a blogging family. Don't know if I'll beable to catch up on all your posts, between the poor eyesight and the missing week, but will definitely jump back in to say Hi! Plan to do a post tomorrow on my delayed fathers day post. Talk with you tomorrow. rose

COMPUTER PROBLEMS

2010-06-17T11:17:00.000-04:00

Hate to share having computer issue. Taking it today to the "hospital". When our baby is discharged will let you know. rose

MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS#4

2010-06-16T10:28:00.000-04:00

I,love old photos. I would like to share these, of mother"s family in Europe. Unfortunately,Mother never saw her family after she came to America as a WW II war bride. Occasionally, Mother would have some correspondence and a telephone call once a year. I, remember years ago, we received a telephone call from the American Red Cross. Mother's family hadn't heard from her so they asked the Red Cross to locate mother to see if she was alive, or whatever. My mother hated to write as well as to talk on the telephone, therefore connection with her family was obviously limited. Mother got mad when the Red Cross talked with her. I explained to Mother why this would happen and with her permission wrote in English back to her family. I, think that Mother didn't want to do this initial letter as she felt uncomfortable. Someone in Europe got the letter translated and thus Mother learned her lesson and would occasionally send a letter and make a telephone call to Europe. I, could never read the letters from Europe as they were in her native language,Czech. Mother would do a very "short" version of the letter to me. Throughout the years before my Mother died, I would encourage her to see her family in Europe. She refused saying that she couldn't handle it emotionally. Good and memories. If you remember, my Mother was in Europe in the 40's and could recall seeing the Germans invade her country and city. Mother, even as years went by and still had strong negative feelings for the enemy of her country. She, never went into any depth to share this part of her life. When my Mother died, I was determined to meet my European family that I never knew. I did this about 3 years ago and plan to share this special moment with you in a later post. Mother had 2 sisters and one brother. for some reason she had negative feelings for her youngest sister. She spoke better about her older sister and brother. Mother lived with her parents and siblings. In Europe, the children began to go to work at an early age. At, 14, my Mother was a maid. All of the children had to give all of their wages to their parents without any for themselves. According to Mother, my Grandmother was the dominant parent. grandmother would disclipine, and take charge of the house and issues. My Mother always said "Ilove my Father", I didn't hear that of her Mother. She described my Grand father as quiet and very gentle. He was a glass blower which I Came to realize that the Czechs have a history of making beautiful glassware. I always felt a sadness that my Mother never came to terms with her family and life in Europe. I, don't want a hurt or an experience to affect me that I have problems facing life challenges. I,plan to do a weekly post, MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS, until my mind goes blank and my words are silent.

trees

2010-06-14T22:45:00.000-04:00

As a new babe blogger I'm still making mistakes so these are the pics I HAD WANTED TO ADD TO MY POST. The trees are in our yard, You can see one big oak is very close to the house. It's 100 years old and still alive. It's history with our house so we don't want to take it down. we have had limbs cut, hope God hears us and we want this Giant to stay put and not invade our house.

TREES

2010-06-13T11:43:00.000-04:00

whenever I think of one of the most unique features in nature, it's God gift of trees. I, believe that trees have personalities. The weeping willow, it's limbs so limp touching toward the ground as if it were wearing a long flowing gown. The cherry tree, with it's beautiful pink blossoms that invite eyes to gaze upon it's it's remarkable color and petals. The old oak tree, strong, towering over all other trees. The seasons change. Fall brings leaves that once were green now are brown, orange, and red on many of the trees. Fruit trees becoming empty of apples, pears. Slowly the leaves fall to the ground. Sounds made as footsteps bear weight on the leaves. The trees looking so different from warmer times. The once full bodied trees are looking empty and sad. A quietness is noticed as winter has arrived. Oh! come soon, Spring, Spring to bring warmth so that buds begin to appear and more noticeable life is awakening with God's gift of TREES.

It sways back and forth as the wind makes it's presence noted.

Slowly the wind dies, the trees become stationary.

Squirrels, run up and down it's body,

Birds fly back and forth to pick a safe place to build a nest for

their babies among the tree limbs. Eventually,

the sound of baby birds is heard and they add an excitement to

to those who hear and behold this new life.

Oh! how I love trees.

What part on nature do you see as God's gift to you? There is so much, it's not always easy to choose and why?

Rose

MEET MS. MEGAN

2010-06-10T15:43:00.000-04:00

MEET MS. MEGAN. MEGAN IS OUR 4TH. (DOG), I mean baby that we adopted. Megan is a Rat Terrier, with black and white hair. We adopted Megan from a family that raises this breed. Megan, was a "wee baby" when we brought her home to meet her sisters, Missy and Molly, and her brother Murphy. Megan, is our "weather woman". She will go nuts running around, panting, won't leave the sight of her Mommy and Daddy. for the most part, she is on target to let us know that bad weather is coming. Megan, hates to go outside in the dark and I guess she is afraid of the Boogeyman. If her siblings nor her parents she will avoid going into the dark. She is our jumper. She greets everyone with a high jump, I wonder how she would do playing with a jump rope. She doesn't have much manners, and if you pay attention to one of the "other children", she immediately is at your side. Of all of our babies, she is like a "SHARK".She will grab, gulp steal any one's food. Megan's brothers, Murphy and Murphy, enjoy teasing their sister and think that her skinny legs are drumsticks. Boys will be boys, but because Megan can jump, she often looks for a chair or some other object to get out of her brother's reach. Last year, while we were putting all of the babies to bed, we noticed Megan was missing. My husband and I called for her, no response. We decided to look out into the dark back yard. Gerry, got on his riding mower with headlights. I, with my trusty flashlight began to walk about, we have 4 acres. No sign of Megan, crying and upset, we went into the kitchen"nursery", to figure what to do. Low and behold, Megan was buried under some blankets. We now know that is still afraid of the dark, loves to hide under things such as blankets or pillows, and sometimes just like any child ignores her parents when they want her to come. Next week, I will introduce our last baby, Micki.

MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS #3

2010-06-07T16:28:00.000-04:00

It's MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS#3, for this week. Let's talk baking. First of all, let's get this straight, I'm not the best baker of cookies, cakes, pies. Give me a short, simple recipe and I'm happy. I'm not opposed to using a mix as part of a recipe. Now, my Mama Millie, is the opposite of me. Use a box mix, NO WAY!!! I'm 60 years old, and I never saw my Mother every use a mix. Mother came from Europe. Years ago, my husband I traveled to France as well as Czechoslovakia, where my Mother had lived. You never tasted the best baked goods unless you go to these countries. This visit made me understand why my Mother was the way she was with baking. Mother, insisted not to do any shortcuts, everything was made from scratch and precisely measured. Mother was a stickler, she did exact measurements and never changed anything. Mother had this one particular cookie recipe that we all loved. I, too loved this cookie, but no way was I going to make this. It was a nut roll that was shaped into a crescent. Usually, before Xmas, Mother would pull out this gigantic board (which she had over 50 years) and place it on the kitchen table. This board was almost the half size of the table. I, bet if she didn't have her board, we wouldn't have any cookies . After gathering up her baking utensils and bowels, as well as her needed ingredients., she was good to go. Now, this particular recipe was involved. After making and rolling out the dough, Mother pulled out her trusty WOOD RULLER. Yes, she would individually use this ruler to make the exact same size squares to then fill them up with the nut filling. If the squares weren't the same size or she thought it looked weird, she refused to use these squares. Once the cookies were baked, she like an inspector on an assembly line, she would pull out the cookies she felt were not perfect. I, always asked my Mother why she did this"I, don't want anyone to see them(DEFORMED COOKIES)" and then she would eat them immediately. During Xmas, Mother would at least make 5 to 10 dozen of this recipe. It was an early morning to late night effort. Now, let me tell you, she also went nuts making a series of other cookie recipes, so much that we couldn't eat all of them, and gave them away. It, was obvious that baking was her passion. Truth be known, I never learned to bake like my Mother, and I'm OK with that. Boy! I do miss Mother's baking.

Viennese Walnut Crescents

Walnut filling, see recipe.

1 package active dry yeast

1/4 cup warm water

1/4 teaspoon granulated sugar

2 1/3 cups sifted flour 2tab.granulated sugar

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 cup or two 1/4- pound sticks butter

3 egg yolks

1 teaspoon grated lemon rind

powdered confectioners sugar, if desired.

Prepare walnut filling.

in a cup dissolve the yeast in the water along with the 1/4 teaspoon granulated sugar; set aside.

Into a large mixing bowl sift the flour, the 2 tablespoons granulated sugar and the salt. With a pastry blender cut in the butter until particles are small.

In a small mixing bowl beat egg yolks lightly; add the yeast mixture and the lemon rind; stir into flour mixture.

Divide dough into thirds. Roll each piece to a 12 by 9 inch rectangle. Cut each rectangle into 3 inch squares. Spread a generous half -tablespoon of the walnut filling on each square; roll corner wise to enclose filling.

Place on ungreased cookie sheets, a couple of inches apart, shaping ends slightly to resemble crescents.

Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven until golden brown- about 12 to 15 minutes. Remove to wire racks to cool. If used, sprinkle with powdered confectioners sugar. Store between layers of wax paper, in a tightly covered tin box.

Walnut Filling

1/2 cup granulated sugar

2 tablespoons water

1/3 cup apricot jam

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 cups walnuts, finely chopped

Into a small saucepan turn the sugar and water; heat, stirring, until sugar dissolves.

Remove from heat. Stir in the apricot jam and slat. Add the walnuts and mix well.

Use as directed in Viennese Walnut Crescents recipe.

extra yard views

2010-06-05T00:44:00.000-04:00

after i did my post, i forgot to add these photos, enjoy

our little world

2010-06-03T23:15:00.000-04:00

I love mornings on a June day. The temperature is bearable with a slight breeze. From our side porch, many beautiful things can be seen and heard. The birds are chirping, you can hear the neighbor's dogs barking as well as our 5 "babies" Missy, Molly,Megan, Murphy, Micki.Having numerous and very large trees, we often see squirrels running up and down the trees trying to avoid the dogs. While taking in the scene, you can hear the wind chime making beautiful music as a light breeze is causing it to play. No sound such as this can be duplicated. This year seems the best of the best in noticeable beauty in our surroundings. We have 4 acres of land, we have a small vegetable garden with no plans to farm. The flowers are roses(red,pink, yellow)and a number of other flowers that we have lost track of their names. My husband is an inventor, jack of all trades. Because of his imagination, we have numerous items in our yard that are unique and one of a kind. Gerry, built a windmill made of metal, wood, and plastic. It's great to see the windmill blades turn with the wind. I was frightened when my husband positioned this item straight upward as it's over 7 ft. and he had no help but myself. I took a picture of this item, but unfortunately, the photo didn't develop . Near this item, we have the large white bee box. this is for those bees in need of a home. the vacancy sign has been put up for 2 years and still no takers. In the years that I have been married, my husband always wanted a grotto. Over 4 years ago, with the help of family, we now have a grotto which has a statue of the Holy Family, placed on a mound consisting of rock and pink glass. This place is a place to go to think and pray. Before entering the grotto there is a wooden entrance with 2 red bird feeders as well as pink climbing rose bushes. My husband had an old Mercedes station wagon. As a result of a tree hitting it, it was not repairable. What do you do with this item/ well, you carefully mount it on a side wall of our old barn. Now everyone can admire it's beauty. This item is definitely an"ice breaker". in conversations. Near our garage,which is really a workshop, a large bright yellow sun acts as a trellis for flowers as well as gives a glow to our property and smiles to our faces. I, love watching the numerous butterflies of different sizes and colors fluttering around the butterfly bush. In looking in all directions , you can see, hear, smell, the beauty of nature and reflect about family and friends connecting with us in our little world.

MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS#2

2010-06-02T08:03:00.000-04:00

As, mentioned before my mother came from Europe as a WW II war bride. Mother was a maid at the age of 14. This background started everything. I, think that mother had some obsessive compulsive behavior. With any task, she would go overboard in completing that task. HOUSEWORK was one of her issues. On every Friday, she would start cleaning the house at 4 a.m.She would never use a mop, but get on her hands and knees to wash the kitchen and bathroom floors. I, DIDN'T LIKE Fridays, because you could hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner at 6 a.m. There was no way of convincing mother to change this behavior. If she wasn't finished with the cleaning by noon, she would say"I'm late". I, could never figure out what late meant. She didn't have any appointments nor or special TV program she wanted to watch. Mother continued in this manner until she "slowed down", in her 70's. My father died in 1986. At that time, my 1st. husband and I were concerned about mother's emotional state. She had depended upon Dad. We suggested she stay for awhile until she could decide what she wanted to do with her life and home. I, swear we didn't mean for her to permanently move in with us. But, guess what,she did and I DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART TO TELL HER NO. Mother remained living with me from 1986 until 2006, when she died while receiving Hospice services in my home. Mother, had the pleasure of living with 2 son-in-laws. Thank goodness, I MARRIED MEN WHO WERE WILLING AND UNDERSTOOD FAMILY TIES. in 1991, my 1st. husband was killed immediately in a car accident that included myself and my mother. Mother had bruises, I had a broken right foot ankle as well as a broken pinkie finger on my left hand. I couldn't manipulate using crutches so I had to use a wheelchair. It was a blessing that mother was in my home. She jumped right in and became my caretaker helping me with getting on the pot, bathe times, getting dressed, as well as driving me to medical and physical therapy appointments. This lasted for 3 months. During this time, we became each others counselors dealing with my husband's death. In 1999, I remarried. Gerry, is from Ireland. He understood family loyalties, so there was no question of mother not remaining in our home. It was a blessing for her to live with us as we became her caretakers and I Could give back to mother as she had especially done when we had the car accident. Because of this situation, Hospice offered services in our home, although for only over a month before she died. We never had to place mother in a nursing home, which was always a fear my mother always expressed. I promised her I would never do that placement, but do admit that taking care of an elderly parent was draining. Mother taught me the importance of family and responsibility. She often took the credit for me having a long term (34 years) career as a social worker. She was right! Each week, I plan to share about Mama Millie until I can't think and write. Stay tuned for more stories. Is there someone in your life that has made a significant impact on your life, IF SO, WHO,WHY?

How blessed we are to have that special someone. It's my mother.
She traveled from afar, to an unknown country.
Determined to learn to be a wife and a parent.
She had no teacher, made some mistakes, but learned.
No payment was expected for her role except Respect and Love.
To my special someone. Thanks, Mom.
Love rose marie

MEMORIAL DAY RECOGNITION

2010-05-30T10:22:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow, is the official day we celebrate MEMORIAL Day. The day where we give more recognition to those military men and women who have died and served this country . We also recognize those who are currently serve this country. We,should always remind ourselves to pray for those who died, suffered injuries in war, those who are currently fighting in war zones ,those who are maintaining peace in different parts of the world, and those military officers who have the burden to make decisions that may mean life or death.My first husband served in Viet Nam. He was in the Air Force for 13 years. My father, was a WW II.vet. If we look back, I feel that there is someone in our family history that was in the military.In this post, I have included photos that I took at Myrtle Hill Cemetery, the oldest cemetery in my area. In walking through this cemetery, it's hard not to think about how the lives of these veterans were affected by their time served in the military. I. know that neither my husband nor my father ever discussed their military experiences. They served this country and expected nothing in return except peace for people in this world. I, thank them for this.

Their names Known,
Their names Not Known,
into battle they silently move not wanting to be heard.
Eyes to the front, eyes to the right, eyes to the left,
searching for the enemy.
Rifles armed, aimed, shots fired.
In the distance, a body falls, the enemy.
I, know not his name, but I must move on
to the next before he kills me.
Oh! why do we have to have war?
Why, can't people take time to listen, understand, and
compromise without bloodshed?
Rose M.

I, visited my friend today.
He, no longer laughs, smiles, breathes.
He, is one of those many who have served this
country in the military.
His bed, is but a cold place in the ground.
He is sadly missed.
They say of him,"he served this country,he was brave"
Why do we have to have soldiers, why can't freedom always be
a part of life?
Let us not forget this friend who served for freedom.

Rose M.

Rose M.

THINGS

2010-05-26T10:32:00.000-04:00

While sitting in the living room, drinking a cup of coffee, my mind wanders and then I spot a number of THINGS in the room and house. Are these THINGS important? People are the most important THING in my life, so why do I value these things? It's not so much that these items are important, but that some memory is attached with that item. Looking around, I spot an old green small iron stove. My mother thought I was crazy to have this in my home. It was the 1st. antique item, I obtained. When I was a social worker, one of the nurses I made an exchange of items. I got her stove, she got my table. WE, both had no money so this was a way to get we both wanted. I, have no idea where this person is let alone if she still has my table, that was over 25 years ago. I still cherish my first item that led me to viewing antiques or what we think as antiques and being a part of history and memories. Years ago, before my first husband died, I saved money and purchased an old phonograph as a gift for my husband for his birthday. He loved music and collected old records. This was the last gift I gave to him before he died. H e so surprised and elated over this item. I have good as well as bad memories attached with this item. Over in a corner of the room, there is a bright colored glass firescreen for a coal burning fireplace. After my sister and I had visited my niece for the weekend, we saw a family selling household items. I,fell in love with this firescreen as well as a large old wooden ice box. WE, laughed as we were going to my house, where in the heck was I going to put these items. That was such a fun weekend as my sister and I rarely Go anywhere overnight. When, I was a little girl, my father made me and my sister give all of our toys away as we were moving. Dad never understood how children hated to part with their toys. One particular item I have always missed. It was a very simple doll, fits in the palm of your hand and didn't cost much but it was my special baby. A few years ago, while at an antique shop, I PURCHASEDE THIS SAME DOLL FOR 40 DOLLARS. I may have spent too much, but I have my doll near my bed and have recaptured some of my childhood. To this day, I value children having their toys. When my stepdaughter, was expecting , I let her know that I packed up some of her dolls for the future. It gave me great pleasure and warmth to send these to her so she could hand them down to her daughter. I, recognize that I would miss these THINGS,if they were lost in a fire or stolen, but that nothing can take away those memories, both good and bad, and they will always be a part of my life and history. I, guess that's why I enjoy going to antique shops, as the THINGS in the shops tell a story and are a part of some one's history. Is there any THING in your household that represents a special time or memory?

MONDAY MEETING WITH MS.MOLLOY

2010-05-24T09:22:00.000-04:00

Hi! It's Monday, and I decided it was time to introduce Ms.Molly. If you can recall we have 5 babies(dogs) and so far you have meet Mr. Murphy and Ms Missy. Molly was the 2ND. baby we adopted after we got Missy. We found Molly who was a homeless baby pent up in a wire cage. She was being sold at a flea market in Collins ville, Ala. This market is only open on Sat. At this market you can buy produce, jewelry, crafts, household items and of all things , animals, from chickens, turkeys, goats, cats, dogs. I love going to this place, but have to admit it bothers my husband and myself to see the animals. Well, back to my story, we spotted this small dog in a small cage. My husband and I saw her we walked a short distance and turned around and paid $100. for her. We wanted a baby sister for Missy. Oh! how good it felt to give this baby a home. We named her Molly, as once again my mother with her accent had to have a name she could pronounce, and as well we started the requirement to name any other adopted babies with names starting with the letter M, to rhyme with our last name. Molly, wasn't a puppy but a small hairy puff ball with the most bright beautiful brown eyes. Molly and Missy, her sister looked at each other and slowly, the sisterhood began. As sisters, can be they had their share of fights about meals and who was going to sleep with Mommy and Daddy. Molly is a cry baby. She cries when she accidentally stumbles, gets a bath, gets a hair cut. She was a timid and quiet child when she was adopted. After adjustment, Molly, has now a voice, A LOUD VOICE. She has now become 'the leader of the pack". She creates a "BARK A MANIA" SINGING GROUP. Unfortunately, she starts singing anywhere between 2 to 6 a.m..When she starts, all of the 4 other babies join in the "ROCK BARK ALONG". Never know what inspires Molly to begin to get the concert going, maybe food, drink, I, need to go to the potty. This usually happens every night. As parents, you know it's very difficult to ignore your baby crying so down the hall you go. Sleep deprivation can sometimes be a problem. Molly is our"GATE GREETER'. Once she runs to the gate, the 4 other babies are in hot pursuit and join in the welcoming people to our home.Molly, has a compulsive disorder. She will post herself and steadily bark and stay at the barn or elsewhere to hunt down a mouse, rabbit or bird. We sometimes have to bribe her with treats to get her in a different direction. As a parent, you know that this is not the best way to handle your child, but it works. Molly, has a personality change which is good and bad. No matter, we love this addition to our household. When you adopted your baby, babies, where did you locate your child? Did you notice any personality change? Next week, I'll introduce to you another baby who is a part of our family.

MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS

2010-05-22T00:15:00.000-04:00

At different times in my blog, I would like to introduce posts referred to as MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS. I will be sharing memories, sad, happy, funny, whatever about MAMA MILLIE, my Mother. We all have those times we can remember about our Mothers. You will get some idea about who my mother was and hear about different times she especially was a true one of a kind. So enough said, MAMA MILLIE'S, birth name is Miroslavka Vosecky,but referred to as MILLIE, as her name was so difficult to pronounce. She was born in Czechoslovakia in 1923. Her parents were poor, the children went to work at an early age,14. Whatever money they made it went to their parents.Mother worked as a maid. Times were tough in Europe, WW II. one day, my uncle brought a soldier to Mother's home. Mother said she saw this soldier, he was 5ft.3 she was 5t. 6. She said she would never care for a man shorter than herself.Well, sometimes, you have to eat your words. One month, after this soldier met Millie, they married, so now DAD is taking his bride to America. Mother spoke no English. Dad, wasn,t into teaching, so while listening to the radio, Mother learned English. No idea of what she was listening. Mother and Dad were poor with very little home items. Mom worked as a maid, made $5 A DAY. Dad worked in a steel mill. I, will never forget THE GOLDEN WHEAT PATTERN. A laundry co. offered different dish items (GOLDEN WHEAT)in various boxes. Mother was determined to complete a full 8 place dinnerware set. Oh! how my sister and I had to purchase the laundry detergent with this dish set, returning a box back to the store if we got the wrong box and we had enough of cups, whatever. We hated to be responsible to add up all of the boxes to complete this most coveted set. To this day, my sister and I will never forget the GOLDEN WHEAT DISH SET. Any time I see this old pattern , I could not but have a chuckle. Times have changed, thank goodness children don,t have to worry about THE GOLDEN WHEAT DISH SET. Do you have a childhood memory of your Mother that pops into your head? Oh! we completed the set, no idea where it went. Look for more MAMA MILLIE MOMENTS in the future. I

COMPUTERS

2010-05-19T23:53:00.000-04:00

I am getting old-more time since retirement. Born in a time of no knowledge of computers.My heart and love is working with people and not machinery. Along comes the computer. The battle is waged.This warrior galloping away from fighting the computer. Alas, I lose the battle-time to yield to the enemy. Slowly, bowing down feeling much frustration' Marching forward into that new world of the computer. Step by step, making some progress, mastering the off/on e-mail, Google, Yahoo.Oh! what a new world alot to see and learn. Stepping to the beat. the world of blogging is calling. Head high, fingers nimble the keyboard trying to create and following blogs. Little do I KNOW THAT I'M intrigued by the blog world. Is this a new treasure? I'm DETERMINED TO GO FORWARD, INCH BY INCH TO master this machine to all or almost it's wonders. Oh! be patient with me. I WILL move forward , making mistakes and asking for help. Alas, I'm determined that age won't prevent me in this battle with the computer,I will blog, reach out to other bloggers and not give up in putting my fingers to the computers keyboard and learning as I go. YOU are never too old to learn.

Sunday

2010-05-17T10:47:00.000-04:00

Let me tell you a story. In our lives, we are tested by circumstances. Do we yield to those circumstances or do we grow with them?When we get hurt, or have a misfortune,we have to decide do we sit or move forward? Yesterday, I struggled with the decision not to attend church. I, felt I needed time for myself to reflect about Who I AM, What I want to do with my life since retiring, and prepare for today's direction. Out of tragedy, Good can be found At times, we can't see nor want to see the good we can gain from our losses and hurts. Sunday, my new friend, Shelia and I drove about 45 minutes from our homes to go to a camp. You could hear children laughing. What's so special about this? This was Camp Magik.Camp Magik, was inspired by a woman in Ga. who saw the need to help children who lost a parent or someone else through death. This camp is offered for a weekend, several times during the year. It is supported by a no.of agencies and groups. There is no cost to the families for their child or children to attend. Staff members are a nurse, social workers,Hospice Workers as well as some parents and volunteers. Throughout the weekend, children laugh, cry, talk about their loss of their loved one through death. Children, can be a "hard nut to crack", and keep their grief within themselves. Camp Magik, allows all of the children to have a sense of belonging to an unfortunate yet fortunate group of children and adults with a common issue--DEATH. Children play, make memory books, cry, laugh and share to others. Shelia and I, are volunteers with a local HOSPIC.This Hospice worked in conjunction with Camp Magik to sponsor this weekend event.As we continue to discover who we are and what do we want to do with our lives, we can always try to remember that out of loss, hurt, Good, can can be a reward. Sunday, Shelia and myself, And other adults felt the reward of seeing children and families work toward rebuilding their lives as a result of death . At the end of the day, we didn't feel bad about not going to church as the day spent in this environment was like being in church and doing what was right. For information on Camp Magik go to their website www.campmagik.org. Reflect in looking at your life, has any good evolved from something you felt was challenging, whether because of death, loss of a job, moving to another city?

Meet Missy

2010-05-13T15:25:00.000-04:00

Why own a dog? There's a danger you know, You can't own just one, for the craving will grow. There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger. While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger. This statement from some unknown person, must have known our family. Missy is one of 5 dogs(babies) that are part of our household. I, will at some point introduce all of our babies. Missy is the 2nd. baby that I would like to introduce, Mr Murphy has already been exposed. Missy is our oldest baby, and our 1st. Two years after I remarried, we decided to add an addition to our family, a dog. We didn't know what type but that small to medium size.We went to a number of animal shelters within a 100mi. area. Finally, we went to see some puppies and then we found "our first born". We thought about getting her "brother", but at that time we had SENSE. At that time, my Mother was alive and living with us. Mother was from Europe and she had some difficulties saying certain words. She could say MISSY. Missy, is now 10 years old. She is overweight and has a problem with her right leg. Missy is like a mother to our 4 other dogs. At times she plays with them, other times she just ignores them. As a parent, I feel you know what I mean as a parent both of real children and pets. She is very laid back except when it comes to food and barks for nothing. One day, we realize that Missy, will no longer be with us, but in "dogie heaven. We will miss her very deeply.Reflecting back, Missy, is not just a dog , she is family. She brings laughter, smiles, noise and at times frustration to our lives. Whether, you have dogs, cats, horses, etc. we are fortunate to have these God's "treasures". They provide companionship, at times safety from elements,help in work situations, and a means of living independently for disabled adults.They are God's treasures that need love, nurturing, and recognize that they are special.Doyou have any pets?How many?Do you have any special thing you would like to share about your treasure?

The simplicity of Grass

2010-05-10T14:53:00.000-04:00

Waking up this morning,the rain falling, made me think, the grass will grow and then what,it needs to be cut. Thinking this over,I thought of all of the wonderful things as well as the negative things about grass. How I love the fresh smell of grass after it's cut ,but hate to rake it. Oh! what a ticklish sensation I get while walking barefooted on the grass. Animals love to run and play in the grass. It's also food for many animals. Watching my husband roll in the grass while playing with the dogs, gives me a chuckle. Watching children, especially my grandchild, running in the grass with wind blowing,faces gleaming,giggles heard as "Catch Me if you Can",between adult and child. If we didn't have grass, my fondest memory of watching my husband rolling in the grass with our 5 dogs, would leave a void. Without grass there would be no longer"a carpet of green" adding extra color to the flowers in bloom. Henry Miller, once was quoted as saying " The moment one gives close attention to anything even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."When you are outside or looking through a window,do you ever think about the simplicity of Grass, it's importance to our world?

MOTHERS and CHILD

2010-05-08T09:13:00.000-04:00

THANKS
All of those months,we started
to become a family.I lived
inside of you,You kept me safe
You nourished my new body
Now, I come into this world,
You nourish my soul My eyes
upon You,recognizing You are
Special,My Mother.THANKS
Rose Molloy

Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
But still miraculously my own
Never forget for a single minute
You didn't grow under my heart
But in it.
Mother

Lifestyles-Appliances

2010-05-06T23:32:00.000-04:00

Oh! Lifestyles have changed. Can you imagine having to get firewood to start a fire to cook a meal. The thoughts of having to hand wash ,scrub, hang up clothes on a clothes line or throw over a bush to dry. This makes me tired. Dishes, pots and pans washed in heated up water and hand dried. Storage of perishable food items was a problem using ice to prevent spoilage.Boy! have we come along way. The appliances such as the stove,refrigerator,dishwasher and finally the clothes washer and dryer have become a salvation. I'm not a very good cook and to wait forever to use a pot hung over a fire,of which I would have trouble getting the fire to start makes me frustrated. I have just recently begun to use my electric dishwasher so getting my hands wet doesn't bother me. Last year the refrigerator went out throughout the entire weekend. Every day,I pray because the refrigerator makes "this funny sound". Years ago,my clothes washer died and I Had to go to the Laundromat. I was a GROUCH and impossible to approach. Thank goodness TODAY all of these appliances are working, but I realize that time is creeping up and there will be a "death of the Metal"and I'll go into despair as well as my wallet. I value these pieces of convience, especially the washer/dryer ,yet I would struggle with the "death" of any of these appliances. Oh! have lifestyles changed.Which item in your home do you value the most and would cause you to "go into mourning"?

horses vs goats

2010-05-06T12:59:00.000-04:00

Not too long ago, my husband asked me how I felt about letting a neighbor use our back pasture for his horses to graze.I,guess I should have been shocked, but wasn't. I never know what to expect. If it wasn't horses, it would be GOAT,that we needed. After using the tractor, my husband was getting nowhere with keeping this back area of our property cleared. So,Do you get where I'm going with this? We needed horses or a goat to help with my husband's problem. What would you do in this situation a HORSE OR A GOAT? WE now are "foster parents" to not one, but four horses. After they escaped the grazing area (decided to get in our yard), we made the gate stronger to maintain these beautiful animals. Hope none of this happens again in the future. If you can remember that we are not farmers, we don't usually house horses. I, have to admit that I enjoy watching these animals, but don't want to chase them down again, would you? The little boy who lives in the neighboring house asked" DO WE HAVE CHICKENS? My answer "I hope not". Life can be different at the Molloy home, but I have to admit it, it doesn't get boring.

POPCORN

2010-05-02T14:39:00.001-04:00

POPCORN
I'm a little seed,put me in a pot,
add some oil,heat me up,
and then I'll say,
POP,POP,POP
I LOVE POPCORN! Going to the movies, just isn't right unless you have POPCORN.! I LOVE POPCORN! It comes in different flavors and I don't discriminate. Can you smell the inviting scent ? Can you hear the crunchy sound as your teeth makes contact with this delictable item?Does your mouth and stomach taste one of the most enjoyable snacks in the world? I LOVE POPCORN? Do you LOVE POPCORN or are you "sitting on the fence" and considering another snack?

Mothers Day

2010-05-01T14:40:00.000-04:00

Mothers Day will be here soon.Unfortunately, my mother died almost 3 years ago.My mother came from Europe, she was a war bride in the 40's..Mother never felt she was smart I always disagreed. She self taught herself to speak English listening to the radio.Dad didn't take time to teach Mother. When I was born Mother couldn't understand the nurses to know the sex of her baby, so what else could she do but take the blanket off and get a good look to know she had a baby girl. Mother was amazing. She learned and by herself, pulled up the boards and replaced the floor in the bathroom.Mother made alot of crochet items, she self taught herself by looking at pictures.Mother and Dad bought a tavern to help supplement their income. Mother at times had to be a bartender. There were times Mother didn't know how to mix drinks.Mother's solution, have the customer point to the bottle of alcohol and give a few instructions.This worked for Mother. Mother was a great cook and made the best baked goods. She made everything from scratch, no box mixes. Many Xmas's she would bake over 25 doz. of cookies as well as cakes and pies. She had these nut rolls she made and she would use a wooden ruler to measure the exact same size of squares before she put filling in the cookies. I loved her cookies, but don't expect me to make them. When I went through her cookbooks, I would come across safety pins that Mother used to keep a recipe pinned inside the book so she wouldn't lose it. Oh! while I was in college, Mother would send me "care packages". Guess what, I HAD BUNCHES of white pillowcases. Mother would put items in the box and then carefully sew pillowcase around the box instead of using brown wrapping paper. It's great to have these memories of my Mother.Do you have any special memories of your Mother that you would like to share?

meet my murphy

2010-04-29T19:01:00.000-04:00

We have 5 dogs all of them have a name starting with the letter M.They are Missy,Molly,Megan,Murphy,Micki. We named them as their "father" is Irish-true Irish from Ireland. Our last is Molloy. I guess that if we had a last name such as, "GOOGLE" we would have to consider using the letter G. Today, i would like to introduce Mr. Murphy. Murphy is a rescue dog. We knew the 1st. time we saw him,he wasn't shy. While checking him out in the "adoption " room, he gave us a gift of "the wet stuff" as well as the "clump". if you know animals ,you know what I mean. Murphy came home and gave a gift of kennel cough. It's hard keeping the "babies" separated. Murphy has finally learned not to escape the yard. Two trips to the vet for checks after he kept escaping and thank goodness no major injuries. LOVED the total of $500.BILL.Isn't love grand. Murphy has the biggest flirting eyes that everyone wants to take him home. Do you think Murphy has any sense or is he a daredevil?

pictures

2010-04-29T12:51:00.000-04:00

Here I am going to try to send pics with a post. Unable to do this yesterday, but hope I can do this. Iworked well with people, but machinery is another thing. I'll keep trying. What do you feel you've put off or need to do better at such as I have shared. Hope this works.

OUR HOME

2010-04-29T01:06:00.000-04:00

How many of us are proud of our homes?As mentioned in my blog profile,I became a widow at age 42. I remarried 13 years ago,to a man who also lost his spouse. When we married, we lived in the house that I owned with the idea of us finding a home that we both felt would be "OUR HOME". My husband and I love older established homes with some yard space.We came across a house that was atleast 70 to 80 years old. Throughout the years, the previous owners kept adding rooms as a result the house is big 2200 sq. feet. We have 4 acres as this property had been a family farm. It's a good thing that my husband grew up on a farm in Ireland. Since our move, we have increased from having 2 dogs to 5 dogs. Are we crazy? At times, it can be wild with the barking and howling. We have an old red barn that is the same age as is the house. It looks rough as the back walls are decaying with time. My husband, is slowly trying to give the barn"some youth",don't know if it will get totally repaired. We have alot of work ,we have high ceilings with cracks in the walls in some of the rooms that need repair. The plumbing has a combination of different pipe materials depending when work was added or fixed. With any old home there would be a miracle if we didn't have repair issues. In all of this, we love our home. It's our home where my stepdaughter, shannon,introduced Michael to us as a future son in law. It's our home with family pictures scattered throughout our home.Pictures of Shannon, Michael, and little molly, our grandchild are displayed. It's our home where my mother lived and died while being under the care of Hospice.the important thing is that our home is where love, laughter, tears and special memorys for us as we were stll growing together as a couple/family after our spouses deaths. We know in the future, we will move to be closer to our family but we will always love "Our Home"in our hearts and memorys.In looking back, WHAT MAKES A HOUSE A HOME?

friendships

2010-04-26T19:51:00.000-04:00

Friendships to me are one of the most valuable treasures in life. You have to believe that people are important and that it is a need that you have. Some people stay away from these relationships. They fear being hurt, lack of trust in another person,loosing some control, not confident in relating and expressing to people.Iknow that I would feel an EMPTYNESS in my life without having friends. as a child, I had a few friends. As i got older,I became less guarded and learned a number of things about friendships. SOMETIMES i would have to reach out vs waiting for someone to reach out to start a conversation let alone work on developing,and creating relationships that i considered as friends. I think we all have people that we see as an acquaintance, but not necessarlly seen as a friend. Friends come in all sizes,different social,racial,religious,economical and beliefs. to be a true friend means being there for each other in bad vs good times. willingness to accept that it's ok to have different viewpoints about issues. being willing to be honest,but not cruel when sharing concerns or different opinions. the amount of friends is not as important as the depth,compassion,honesty,for another person even it's just one person. Today, I shared a cup of hot tea with terry, who i consider to be a friend. we talked about her father's recent death ,last week. She usually hates to show tears or any other emotions especially anger and apologizes for having shown some of these emotions. we both have lost our parents. the arms of comfort were extended as well as honest love and concern to my friend as she has done so for me with my loss of my 1st. husband and both of my parents. as you are reading this post, do you have a special person you title as a friend. how do you maintain that relationship, and feel it's true?

3 Things

2010-04-23T01:38:00.000-04:00

This evening a young friend of mine asked this question--If you returned to your home after going to the movies, and there was a house fire,What would you not want to be destroyed in the fire? we have 5 dogs and they are like our children. When we leave the house,we bed them down in the kitchen. They are small and we have plenty of room for them,we wouldn't leave them alone outside. they are "our babies". we would have an emptiness in our hearts if they died.Both of my parents are deceased. At xmas when I was a freshman in college, my parents gave me a blue sapphire ring. my parents didn't have much money and had to save up to buy this ring. I wear this ring on special occasions.my next item would be pictures i have of family,friends, and our dogs. My friend said that her dog, Anna, was her child/family. next she would want to save a special necklace her father gave to her on her birthday. the last item would be pictures of her dog, Anna and her father. My friend is 24. Her father died last April due to cancer. She has no family and my husband and myself are "adopted family". Anna, her dog gives her love and companionship as does this young woman. What 3 Things would you want to be saved from the fire?

toll free calls-being on hold

2010-04-21T01:18:00.000-04:00

while glancing at the tv i came upon a web site that i thought i would share with others. the web site is www.lucyphone.com how often do you try a toll free no. to reach a company rep and it seems it takes forever to get to a human body to deal with an issue. it seems that all we have is"machine produced voices"that keep transferring your call , while we listen to background music,and wait forever to locate a person.this web site will help to cute down time and frustration while trying these needed phone calls. check it out, may be of somehelp.

2010-04-16T14:49:00.000-04:00

my name is rose or my husband calls me rosie. i'm 60 years old and i'm just not very good with using the computer, let alone starting a blog. bear with me as i am apt to make mistakes or not understand the abilities the computer has vs myself. i'm a late bloomer, but willing to move forward in the world of machinery. oh! did i tell you that i've got cell phone that i still haven't mastered. i've always believed that it's better to go forward rather than standstill--not learn new things, experiences.recently,i went to texas to visit my family. my stepdaughter is a GEM.Shannon,patiently helped me to create this blog as well as took time to hightlight my hair with red tint. i look better,haven't colored my hair since my college days. i won,t tell you when i graduated. time marches on and it's a whole new world. my stepdaughter is and will always be in my life and heart. looking back,i never thought that i would have remarried after my 1st husband died in a car crash. i, now have shannon,michael,molly,my grandchild whom i love and wish that texas wasn't so far away from georgia. oh!i have a husband who is from ireland. gerry, makes me laugh, cry,and never know what he will do as he is an inventor as well doesn,t always follow the crowd, but goes on his beat to the music.i've lost in life as well as gained in life. appreciate the people we know as well adventures into new worlds,ect.machinery,style change,major life changes such as death and moving forward. enjoy and learn what life can bring us as we travel forward.