Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My Little Corner

5/29/13
I was thinking, (very early this morning in a state of REM) about bees, fish, ashes for my compost..you know how it goes when you're dreaming. I don't see many bees anymore, not like it used to be. I've had a wonderful life, but now I worry; worry about the bee population..the fish population and the state of our country. The people who make the big decisions for us it seems, are making huge blunders for us. Are we going forward? Is some of the so-called 'progress' going to end up destroying us? I know that it is destroying the fish and bee population, among many other things.
  Our country is full of homeless, starving people, yet millions of dollars are sent overseas to feed and care for the hungry. Not that that is wrong, it's just a matter of priority as far as I'm concerned. What are America's priorities? It's reaching a point that I cannot contribute or donate to help, as I'm beginning to watch my dollars. Laws that we know nothing about are being passed daily that will end up debilitating our people, our country. That is just my humble opinion. What can I do about it; single solitary me? Nothing, except try to make my small corner of this planet a little better. I plant trees in my small corner..I plant flowers not just for the beauty, but for the possibility that it will attract a few more bees. It seemingly hasn't. Why? What is going on? Something is killing them.
 I think of the oil spills that are killing our fish and sea birds. Is that progress? In a sense, maybe. But there's got to be a balancing scale that will not only be contributing to us, but keep them safe also.
 I think of many things. Things that are just not 'right' in our battle toward 'Progress'. It bothers me that it is going to affect our younger generation.
 As far as the ashes go..that will help fertilize the vegetable garden in my small corner of the world.

(photo taken by my brother 2010)

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

He is Risen

It's almost another Easter for me...Seventy-three Easter's so far.
I don't wait for Easter or Christmas or Palm Sunday to be so thankful for all
that God has done for me in my lifetime. I am thankful daily.
I am so grateful for all the small, seemingly insignificant things in my life..
a warm bed; a home to shelter me, good food to eat, water to drink and bathe in.
I try very hard not to take these gifts for granted.
The priviledge of air conditioning in the hot summer, heat in the coldest winter.
I'm thankful for Thrift Stores...yes, thrift stores, where almost all my nicest clothes
are purchased..and yard sales.  These things may seem small, but to me they are
huge gifts in my life.
The biggest gifts from God to me, are my beautiful, loving family that He has
blessed me with; my loving animals who keep me busy daily and love me unconditionly.
For the priviledge to have lived this long to see so many, many changes on this
beautiful earth that I call home..the excitement of the seasonal changes, especially
Spring, when I get to watch the things that I've planted come back to life.
I am all grateful that He has Risen..He has Risen.
Thank you God from this undeserving soul. Bless me, bless my family, bless my
friends.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

I've Waited Too Long To Post More

OK..it's now March 24th 2013 and so much has gone on since I last posted!
Grandkids: Stephanie, Alixe, Ricky and Marshall (along with Nick & Beau)!
Wow! Great grandkids: Shepherd, Josephine, Jonah and Sullivan; in that order.

With our Grandchildren, Alixe was left out of most all of daylight outdoor activities, after finding out
that she had XP. I have wished so, so many times that she could have been involved with all of the
festivals, parades and Fair activities that Harold & I used to work. Stephanie used to help us sell
balloons at parades and work festivals with us. Sometimes we would take Ricky to festivals with us, but Harold died before Marshall was born. Alixe's outdoor fun was the minute the sun went down.
I've also often wished that Harold had lived long enough to meet Alan (Stepanie's husband) and David (Alixe's husband), he would have really liked them both. They are prime examples of what a
fine young man should be, especially with their wives and children. The great-grandchildren would have had Harold in the palm of their hands.
Being allowed to live long enough to watch my grandchildren grow into adults (Marshall will be
16 in October), has been so rewarding. I have learned so much from them. The extra treat has
been to see my great grandchildren enter this earth, watch them as they learn, play, and forge ahead.
Also watching as their parents raise them in God's way. Above photo: Stephanie, Alan and Shepherd
(standing), Josephine and Sullivan.

David and Alixe.

David, Alixe and Jonah, Dec. 2012.                                                                                                 Ricky 2009
Marshall 2012

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Small Things In Life

  Music.   It has been one of the constants in my life. It can give you many feelings. The feeling to sway, the feeling of remembrance, of happiness, of sadness, and the connection to someone; someone living or someone who has passed on.  I love good music; music with the right harmony and the right rhythm. I do not consider 'Rap', music. Good music should have the power to emotionally lift your spirits and touch your soul with the lyrics and with the melody.
  A good book.   I dearly love to read.  Reading can transport your mind into a different era, or into another dimension, whether it be fantasy, mystery, history, fiction or fact. I hate to finish a good book and there are some novels that I've read more than once. If I don't have another book to read before I finish the one I'm currently on I start getting anxious and have to go out looking for a new novel that will ' take me to another place.'  That's bad....but....when I have problems, reading takes my mind off of them.
  Art.   Rembrandt's and Picasso's are breathtakingly beautiful, but my most favorite art works by far, are the ones that my children and grandchildren my first husband and my Mother drew or painted. Those, I cherish.  I also have letters and notes that I've kept through the years from my family.  What fun it is to go through one of my scrapbooks or to delve into my 'special letters' place and re-read those notes, or look at the precious hand drawn pictures  from so many years ago.
  Crafting and Sewing.   I come from a family of women whose sewing was a big part of their lives. My Granny who did drawn work on a plain piece of linen turning it into a treasured tablecloth, napkin or towel, sitting there patiently pulling small threads one at a time and creating beautiful artwork of the threads that remained in the material.  My great Aunt who could make beautiful tatting and lace from fine thread. The neat and colorful embroidery, crochet and knitting that my Mother did; the bedspreads that she made from cotton thread, the quilts, clothes, draperies and slip covers that she stitched.  My aunt, who loved doing needlepoint.
Some of these types of sewing and crafting have been passed down through generations, others lost by the wayside.
  Gardening.  Oh how I love to watch something I've planted come spurting up from the ground in spring. Not sure where my love for gardening came from. Mother loved her rose bushes and gardenias, and she sometimes took shoots from outside plants to root at the back porch window in the sunshine. But I never remember seeing her outside digging in the dirt planting flowers.  I love playing in the dirt. Potting a plant, or just buying seeds to see if they'll make it through.  I don't have the energy now that I once had to 'play' in the dirt for long periods.  I used to go outside and work for hours, planting, tending. pruning, mowing (well I still mow, but with a riding mower now). I've gone out many a time and talked to my plants. I've loved them all.




   There are many small things in life that I appreciate and am grateful for....a good hot shower, clean sheets, ice, (yes, ice) air conditioning, pillows, a good mattress, comfortable shoes, sea shells, butterflies, birds,  etc..etc.. I could keep going...but I'll quit.
   Above pics.-side yard at beach w/butterflies on zinnias. Seashells on one of our excursions. An apple that I made & painted from a gourd, hanging in backyard 'bottle' tree. Stephanie statue in part of back yard. Seagull on beach.  One of my front yard gardens.

   
  

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Christmas season 2011

December 1st 2011, and I'm awake at 5:30 laying in bed feeling just a bit nostalgic. Could've just laid there and wallowed in it, but then it would just make me sad, so I'm up and writing about Christmases past instead. I don't have many pictures to put in this blog, they're already in albums but I make take one or two out to scan later.

I have so many wonderful memories of the Christmas seasons in my life, of the family who are now gone that I shared this time of year with. It's this time of year that I miss them most. Mother was a Christmas catbird, wrapping gag gifts each year. One year she dumped an ashtray full of cigarette butts and gave them to Harold; another year she and daddy wrapped a cinder block to give me and I just knew I had the greatest gift only to watch them heehaw when I opened it. Another year a pair of dirty underwear for Neil that he'd left behind on one of his visits there, watching his face turn red when he opened it. Oh they got the biggest kick out of that. But also the gifts that Mother would make to give me that would make me cry when they were opened. Mother would make the comment..' this is Joanne's crying gift'. A handmade quilt; embossed sheet set (that I still use); knitted sweaters and ponchos for the kids. One year she knitted sweaters for every family member. The woman worked her fingers to the bone that year.

The Christmases when Harold and I lived in the mountains and we'd bundle the kids up after he got home from work on Friday, load up the station wagon and head for Raleigh. We'd arrive at Mother and Daddys, put them to bed and start putting their 'Santa' things out (or put them together), finally getting to bed in the wee hours of the morning, only to be awakened by the kids when we'd had two or three hours sleep. But we were still young and energetic so it didn't bother us to lose the sleep. What excitement to see their precious faces while seeing what Santa brought. Mother and Daddy usually stayed up with us and we'd eat some of Mother's famous fruit cake and drink whatever until time to go to bed, bone dead tired.
When my siblings married and moved away, they would all come back 'home' to congregate for Christmas. The presents were piled so high that it took hours to get everything opened. But the best times were the times we spent together, talking, hugging, relating the things that had been going on and having just plain old fun together.
Then we'd go to Harold's parents to celebrate. Grandmother prided herself on her Christmas tree and it was always beautiful. She would cook the best Christmas dinner's and we'd stuff ourselves with her homemade fruit salad after we'd finished. She would take fresh fruit, (bananas, oranges, apples,raisins) and cut them in small pieces, add nuts, then pour canned milk with a little water, add sugar and stir. It was so delicious and sweet with all the fruit juices and milk combined. As the family grew, there was more fun to be had with all the children around.
I'll never forget the Christmas when Harold and I had been married for a year. He gave me the engagement ring to match my wedding band. He had saved his extra money (not much left) and made payments on it all year so that he'd have it to give me that year...yes, I cried.  Me, the emotional Christmas freak who always cried when opening special gifts. Everyone came to expect it.
The Christmases after our kids grew and we had grandchildren to celebrate with. In the early years while Harold was still here with us, Stephanie, Alixe and Ricky gave us so much pleasure and happiness at Christmas time. It seems that when there are children around to celebrate with, that it is so much more special. The old saying that 'Christmas is for children' is so true. Christmas is for adults to enjoy watching children.

Times pass, families grow, loved ones leave this earth, things change, but Christmas is always that special time of year. A time when we gather together, if we are blessed enough to have family to gather with.  If we remember the meaning behind the whole season.  Now I have great-grandchildren to celebrate with and I just wish that Harold were here to watch their little faces with me. It wasn't meant to be, but I am so blessed to be here with them. I am so blessed that I have the wonderful Christmas memories of the past.

Photo at the heading is of Shepherd and Josephine at Christmas 2010..my great grandchildren.

Friday, November 11, 2011

11-11-11

A quick note of thanks to all our Vets; retired and still serving, and the K-9 teams who help with search and rescue. God bless them all!!

In keeping with the Harold thing.  Every morning now, I turn on the computer and tune in to my favorite radio station; the Do-Wop songs. Many, many of these songs take me back to our dating days..as well as early marriage. Music was our thing.  In listening to these 'oldies', I think back to all the dancing he and I did.  I hear a certain song, close my eyes and I see and feel so clearly us dancing together. I have this yearning feeling to do this again. I don't know what Heaven is like, but I wish him to meet me when it is my time to go; to greet me with open arms and one of our songs playing. I want him to take me in those arms and just swirl me and twirl me up into the clouds forever and ever. Sometimes the grieving in my heart is so terribly heavy but I'm so thankful and blessed to have those memories. Please Harold, be there for me.
 Short but very important post for today.
Harold with our kids..1963..Neil, Luanne, Miki. At Tootsie Railroad in the NC Mtns.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

... and to continue on with the drama...

  Not too long after Neil was born, we got lucky. The house beside Harold's parents came up for sale, but not through a Realtor. Our friends who lived there told us they were going to move. Harold went to the bank to borrow what they wanted and found out the house was valued at more, so he borrowed the full amount. We moved into our first home and were so excited. It had two bedrooms, a bath, living room and kitchen, and enough money left to buy any necessities.   Miki and Neil ended up in the same bedroom when he was old enough to be moved from his crib.
  We joined a bowling league and went once a week. We had friends over, Harold's dad would come over sometimes after work to play cards but we'd have to lock the kitchen door and pull the curtains so that Harold's Mother wouldn't come walking in and see him...she thought card games were sinful. Once in awhile he'd have a beer. That, we knew for sure we couldn't let her find out about. Harold and my brother's would go fishing together, we had a badminton court set up in the backyard..in other words, our entertainment was very inexpensive.
   Every Sunday after church, we'd go next door for dinner with his parent's. Harold's brother Ronald, and his wife would go also. It wasn't long before the kitchen was overrun not only with us and our kids, but them and their kids.  But, there was never any question that Miki was Grandmother's favorite. We always looked forward to her Sunday dinner's. She could cook the best country food. There were always homemade biscuits, her special creamed corn, or creamed rice, lemon jello cake, sweet potatoes; and most always fried chicken. The woman could cook!! 
 Times were still tight money wise, but we were eking out..barely. I'll never forget the time that we were broke and our light bill was way overdue. It was the middle of winter and the power company was coming to cut our electricity off. I think the bill was $33.00 and we didn't have it. I called Mother at work and told her they were coming out at (some certain time), and if I didn't have the money when they got there then we'd have no power. Mother told me not to worry. A little later I saw this taxi pull up in the driveway. Mother got out and she had her knitting bag with her. She came in and I was so distraught. Here I am with two babies and soon to have no electricity. About twenty minutes later the power company truck pulled up in the drive, the man got out, knocked on the door, I let him in and he came in the kitchen where we were sitting. Mother told him she couldn't believe that they'd cut off the power with children in the house. He said he couldn't help that. Mother asked him if he'd take cash and he replied 'yes'. She opened up her knitting bag and dumped thirty-three dollars in pennies out on the table. She said, 'now you can count it if you want to, but I can assure you that it's exactly the right amount, because I just got it from the bank.'  She had opened the rolls of pennies so they'd be loose. His mouth dropped open, my mouth dropped open. He had no choice but to take it. The bill was paid . Mother said, ' Joanne, get me a paper bag.' I did. We scraped all the pennies in the bag and he took it and left.
Thank you Mother, you gutsy lady !!
 Another time, we ran out of heating oil late in the evening (wintertime again). I called Mother and told her we were taking Miki and Neil next door to stay at Grandmother's for the night. Harold and I came back home and bundled under covers to stay warm. At about 11:30 that night we were wakened by a clanging noise outside our bedroom window. Harold got up, went outside to see what was going on. Daddy was out there with a five gallon metal container putting oil in the drum.
 Thank you Daddy, for coming to our rescue. We paid them back, at some point.
  It wasn't long before I was pregnant again. On January 10th 1962, on a very snowy morning at 10:30, we left to go to the hospital. Grandmother came home from work to take Miki and Neil to her house. At 1:30 that day, we welcomed Suzan Luanne into our family. She was a tiny little girl weighing 5 lbs. 6 oz. with blond fuzz on top of her little head. But, very healthy.
  While I was in the hospital (four days), my wheeling, dealing husband bought another larger house, about a mile from where we were, and had our smaller house in the process of paper work, selling it to someone else.
He had found enough people (including Mother) to help him move everything. When he brought me & Luanne to our new home, I didn't even know where the light switches were. Mother showed me where she had put the linens and other things. The payments were ten dollars more a month. We had new neighbors but not for long.  Little did we know that in six months, Harold would be offered a transfer and a raise with the State.
  Above photo:  Me, Miki, Neil and Luanne ( who was soon to be one year old), sitting on Grandmother & Granddaddy's front stoop.