Why do you write, people
Say to me, are you crazy or a
Dreamer? I just don't see!
Yes, I must answer, that's it,
I am a nut. But when I write,
It seems to bring me luck.
Not just poetry writing
you see, I write my life,
Things about little old me.
Even if no one reads the
writings and scribbles I make,
They make me feel better
And that's all it takes.
To keep me writing on,
Nearly every day, alone.
I will keep creating on
Until my skills
I have honed.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Friendship
Friendship
How do I write a story
About a friend that I know is true
How do I tell her when together
I so love the things that we do.
Do I come clean now and just say it?
Do I keep it inside instead.
When do I tell her the story,
Or do I store it up in my head?
The answer just seems to defeat me
Do I stay or just go to bed?
I walk to the phone and dial
Her, only to hang up instead.
Maybe I'll just keep it a secret
Much later to share with her then.
Nah, I think I will tell her,
Just how good a friend she has been!
December 17, 2017
Christmas time
Christmas time
What is it about Christmas?
What makes it sing?
Is it the stars in the heavens or
The birth of the newborn King?
Is it the carols we sing, often
out of tune,
Or seeing all of our
Family gathered
By the Christmas tree soon.
Is it the tinsel draped on the tree?
That brings such joy
To you and to me?
Is it the presents all
Wrapped bright and bold?
Or is it the stories of
St Nicholas told?
Maybe it's the smiles
And the happiness there.
Or fruitcake and pies
On the table we share?
I hope it is all of these
Things we adore.
Bringing the Family together
Each year and one more.
One more thing to remember as
We say Goodnight
Best wishes of Love
On this Christmas Night!
December 17, 2017
That time of the year
That time of the year
Christmas, bah humbug. It really is that time of the year again. How can a year go by so fast? Zoom!
Dad has been gone over a year and I still don't feel I have really mourned. I think I am still numb because I have not felt much of anything for a long time. I feel more now than I did and I thank my doctor for that. It is a miracle what medicine can do! I never used to believe in pills, avoided them if possible. Rarely even took aspirin for fear of what it would or could do. Now I take many and they are really helping me cope. Now if I could just find one that would make me not eat too much or often! lol. The "diet" pills that I have tried just made my throat scratchy and my stomach feel like I was going to throw up. That or some other weird result, never any weight loss. I have struggled with my weight since I was ten years old. My goodness, I have really wandered off task here, lol.
I was going to write about Christmas. So back to it. I don't remember ever "wanting" much for the holiday because I began to come to the conclusion that "Santa" was never going to bring me what I really wanted. The funny thing is, I accepted that. We all did. We were always happy with whatever we got, no matter what. Just getting something was something. It reminds me of Little House on the Prairie when the girls got an orange and a candy cane. That was IT! And, I might add, they were ecstatic to get that! Reading that book series really did help me in many ways. I read it when the girls were about the same ages as the girls in the books. I devoured that series and it was a very simple, easy read. I was through a book very quickly ready for the next one. I had purchased the books at garage sales or book sales. I look back at the years that the girls were preteens and wonder how they all put up with my antics then. I don't know if they were aware of what I was like or not. I just remember on Lacey's 14th birthday I wanted to just cry. Perhaps I even did a bit. My babies were growing up. I was worn out from being a mother. It truly is a much harder job than anticipated, with no days off and going on forever. Would I change anything now? I would have been kinder. I would have seen the altercations from a different point of view. I would yell much less. Hug much more. appreciate how good they were much more. Exercise much more. Enjoy their company just being together much more. Do I have any regrets? NO. I might even have had one more child in the hopes of balancing the scales a little bit more. Two pairs of children would possibly have gotten along better than three of a kind? lol. (What am I crazy for typing this? Yeppers, little bit.)
This was going to be a story about Christmas! Ok, back to it. Our family did not really do a whole lot of big celebrations as we got older. We had moved to Iowa and were so busy in school that it seems like the Celebrations kind of faded away. Mom had a teaching job and was focused on that as she should be. She always had nice things going, don't get me wrong. She loved Christmas. She did what she could and that was nice. I sometimes get on a downward gripe about how she did things, but now that I have reached the other side of it, (life) I truly do get it.
We don't have very many photos of Christmas time either. Photos weren't priorities at the time. There are enough to help us remember, and that is great. I remember one year when we were still in Missouri and I had been sick, but was enough better to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the day. I had on this great big pants suit that was huge. The legs were like airplane wings and swooshed when I walked in them. It was like dancing with my pants, lol. That was when poloroid pictures were new and we were just like the rest and had lots of them. The photos are very small and seem kind of
non-descript now. Not only was the suit big, it was bright red and had yellow flowers all ove it! It was quite gaudy. Yet, I really did love wearing it! I had my first pixie haircut then and loved that too!
Grandma and Grandpa really spoiled us when we would stay at their house. Grandpa would make us
Christmas, bah humbug. It really is that time of the year again. How can a year go by so fast? Zoom!
Dad has been gone over a year and I still don't feel I have really mourned. I think I am still numb because I have not felt much of anything for a long time. I feel more now than I did and I thank my doctor for that. It is a miracle what medicine can do! I never used to believe in pills, avoided them if possible. Rarely even took aspirin for fear of what it would or could do. Now I take many and they are really helping me cope. Now if I could just find one that would make me not eat too much or often! lol. The "diet" pills that I have tried just made my throat scratchy and my stomach feel like I was going to throw up. That or some other weird result, never any weight loss. I have struggled with my weight since I was ten years old. My goodness, I have really wandered off task here, lol.
I was going to write about Christmas. So back to it. I don't remember ever "wanting" much for the holiday because I began to come to the conclusion that "Santa" was never going to bring me what I really wanted. The funny thing is, I accepted that. We all did. We were always happy with whatever we got, no matter what. Just getting something was something. It reminds me of Little House on the Prairie when the girls got an orange and a candy cane. That was IT! And, I might add, they were ecstatic to get that! Reading that book series really did help me in many ways. I read it when the girls were about the same ages as the girls in the books. I devoured that series and it was a very simple, easy read. I was through a book very quickly ready for the next one. I had purchased the books at garage sales or book sales. I look back at the years that the girls were preteens and wonder how they all put up with my antics then. I don't know if they were aware of what I was like or not. I just remember on Lacey's 14th birthday I wanted to just cry. Perhaps I even did a bit. My babies were growing up. I was worn out from being a mother. It truly is a much harder job than anticipated, with no days off and going on forever. Would I change anything now? I would have been kinder. I would have seen the altercations from a different point of view. I would yell much less. Hug much more. appreciate how good they were much more. Exercise much more. Enjoy their company just being together much more. Do I have any regrets? NO. I might even have had one more child in the hopes of balancing the scales a little bit more. Two pairs of children would possibly have gotten along better than three of a kind? lol. (What am I crazy for typing this? Yeppers, little bit.)
This was going to be a story about Christmas! Ok, back to it. Our family did not really do a whole lot of big celebrations as we got older. We had moved to Iowa and were so busy in school that it seems like the Celebrations kind of faded away. Mom had a teaching job and was focused on that as she should be. She always had nice things going, don't get me wrong. She loved Christmas. She did what she could and that was nice. I sometimes get on a downward gripe about how she did things, but now that I have reached the other side of it, (life) I truly do get it.
We don't have very many photos of Christmas time either. Photos weren't priorities at the time. There are enough to help us remember, and that is great. I remember one year when we were still in Missouri and I had been sick, but was enough better to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the day. I had on this great big pants suit that was huge. The legs were like airplane wings and swooshed when I walked in them. It was like dancing with my pants, lol. That was when poloroid pictures were new and we were just like the rest and had lots of them. The photos are very small and seem kind of
non-descript now. Not only was the suit big, it was bright red and had yellow flowers all ove it! It was quite gaudy. Yet, I really did love wearing it! I had my first pixie haircut then and loved that too!
Grandma and Grandpa really spoiled us when we would stay at their house. Grandpa would make us
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Writing poetry2
Writing Poetry
Writing Poetry is always a blast.
Whether it's about flowers
Or things from the past.
I sit and I sit day after day
Writing and writing,
So much to say!
Back in the woods or in the City, You know,
Writing serendiptiously about
Prints in the snow.
Dreaming about Santa landing On the snow.
Seeing the sights, or sitting
In the fireside's glow.
Rhyming little ditty's or long sad tales too.
Or maybe about going to parties or
The zoo.
People often ask me why do you write?
I seldom answer or
Tell how the light bulb lights.
I'll just keep on , whether sad or light
Knowing by instinct
What to put down on paper tonight.
Monday, January 1, 2018
Writing Poetry is always a blast.
Whether it's about flowers
Or things from the past.
I sit and I sit day after day
Writing and writing,
So much to say!
Back in the woods or in the City, You know,
Writing serendiptiously about
Prints in the snow.
Dreaming about Santa landing On the snow.
Seeing the sights, or sitting
In the fireside's glow.
Rhyming little ditty's or long sad tales too.
Or maybe about going to parties or
The zoo.
People often ask me why do you write?
I seldom answer or
Tell how the light bulb lights.
I'll just keep on , whether sad or light
Knowing by instinct
What to put down on paper tonight.
Monday, January 1, 2018
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Santa's last stand
Santa's Last Stand
Sometimes I wonder
Santa Claus said
Why I do this job,
Is it voices in my head?
Lists and Lists and watching
Naughty or Nice.
I'd better get my
Head examined twice!
Over the river and
Through the woods,
You'd think I was looking
For Red Riding Hood!
And gee, working with
Reindeer and Elves
Is what saves the day,
I say to myself.
Just when I think,
That's it! I am through,
I get a letter from
Children, like you!
Sometimes I wonder
Santa Claus said
Why I do this job,
Is it voices in my head?
Lists and Lists and watching
Naughty or Nice.
I'd better get my
Head examined twice!
Over the river and
Through the woods,
You'd think I was looking
For Red Riding Hood!
And gee, working with
Reindeer and Elves
Is what saves the day,
I say to myself.
Just when I think,
That's it! I am through,
I get a letter from
Children, like you!
Monday, December 11, 2017
Do You?
Do you feel gratitude every day? Or how about feeling safe. How about enjoying where you are right now. Do you realize how lucky you are to know where your next meal is coming from? We tend to forget. It is too easy to get wrapped up in thinking about where you have to be. What job needs to be done next. Clean, fix, mend, pick up, go to. Schedules. Appointments. Goals. We all fall into this way of thinking, some of us too often. Take a walk. Go outside, take a deep breath and just look. Sit in the lawn chair for a while. Look around. Look down to see the little things. Yes, some are bugs, even bugs can be gorgeous. There is beauty everywhere we look, if we take the time to pay attention. Listen. Just listen. Shhush. Appreciate quiet. We don't have it often enough. I sometimes notice quiet the most just after the grandchildren leave. Not that I mind them being here, I don't. I enjoy it and look forward to it and can't wait to see them. But, that quiet just after they go home is noticeable. I have been finding a lot of history of times gone by in my genealogy diggings. When we think times are tough, there is no contest. It is too easy to forget the past. We need to remember the past so that we don't repeat it! Also, there have been some good shows on television that are telling of the past so eloquently. Not just the good times, but the bad times and challenges. This is what has me delving into this line of thinking. The author I am reading and watching on tv is Charles Dickens. His stories are classics. They also are history. His stories are quite raw. Also there are many, many more who have taken on this quest. Even with the times outside of our doors right now, there is a need to appreciate and defend our good happenings. I don't usually get into current times here in my writings beyond a statement now and again. With the Holidays here, it is great to reflect. What better time is there? Watching those shows sent my mind wandering back through my growing up years. We weren't what you, or at least my parents and we children, would call poor.
Come to find out later when I was grown up, we had been poorer than any of us ever realized. Who knew? There were some very lean times. We were not aware of how lean some of the times really were because Mom and Dad never let on. No one did. You just did not talk about such things then.
Another reason I am thinking of the past is remembering times when we would go get our own Christmas trees. You weren't as apt to buy a tree back then. Artificial trees were just coming into vogue and they were mostly Aluminum or White plastic. Little did we know that there would have been no tree if we didn't have scrub pine trees growing all over our little farm. Then a little bit later on, when we were just becoming teens, Dad began to bring a retail tree home. Mom was teaching, so it was just easier for him to pick it up. The trouble with that was that he always tended to wait too long to get one. They were too expensive and he would always put it off. In those days people did not put up the tree until a few days before the holiday. No getting a tree up the day after Thanksgiving then! Anyway, we would always ask dad as soon as he got home, "Did you get the tree yet?" The anticipation was getting to all three of us! Usually my brothers did not get as excited as I did, but when they started asking, you knew it was getting really close to Christmas day! I remember in particular, one day he brought a tree in and said, "I got a really good deal on this tree, only $6.00!" Yep, you can imagine how the tree looked. It was pretty much a Charlie Brown tree. Sad little tree, but just the same, we loved it. We were able to cover up the bare places mostly with tinsel. We always had a lot of tinsel! Tinsel was a dime a dozen, so to speak, lol. We had moved from the tiny farm to an acreage by this time. Mom had taken a teaching job back close to her folks. We had been 300 miles away from them for about 13 years. My dad's folks were only 8 miles away and his brother was about 40 miles from us. After we moved, they were the ones far away. I missed them so much because we were very close with them, even when we did not see them very often. We would get together for birthdays and anniversaries and such. We really were close with our grandma and grandpa too. They would watch us while Mom and Dad went places. They would always spoil us and make it so much fun. We looked forward to it, just as our grandchildren do now. The things I loved the most were listening to my grandpa tell us stories. He loved to talk about the new days and the old days and he could make the old days seem like we were actually there. That's good storytelling! Along the way he would give us life lessons.
So, as I wind down this typing, I want to remind you once again. Don't take your life situation for granted. Even if you are having rough times right now. You can always find someone who is having a tougher time than you are. Listen to the old stories or record them. Some day you and your family will want to read them again. Also, remember to enjoy now. It is really all we have for sure!
Written by kjf (Katie Jo Foote)
Come to find out later when I was grown up, we had been poorer than any of us ever realized. Who knew? There were some very lean times. We were not aware of how lean some of the times really were because Mom and Dad never let on. No one did. You just did not talk about such things then.
Another reason I am thinking of the past is remembering times when we would go get our own Christmas trees. You weren't as apt to buy a tree back then. Artificial trees were just coming into vogue and they were mostly Aluminum or White plastic. Little did we know that there would have been no tree if we didn't have scrub pine trees growing all over our little farm. Then a little bit later on, when we were just becoming teens, Dad began to bring a retail tree home. Mom was teaching, so it was just easier for him to pick it up. The trouble with that was that he always tended to wait too long to get one. They were too expensive and he would always put it off. In those days people did not put up the tree until a few days before the holiday. No getting a tree up the day after Thanksgiving then! Anyway, we would always ask dad as soon as he got home, "Did you get the tree yet?" The anticipation was getting to all three of us! Usually my brothers did not get as excited as I did, but when they started asking, you knew it was getting really close to Christmas day! I remember in particular, one day he brought a tree in and said, "I got a really good deal on this tree, only $6.00!" Yep, you can imagine how the tree looked. It was pretty much a Charlie Brown tree. Sad little tree, but just the same, we loved it. We were able to cover up the bare places mostly with tinsel. We always had a lot of tinsel! Tinsel was a dime a dozen, so to speak, lol. We had moved from the tiny farm to an acreage by this time. Mom had taken a teaching job back close to her folks. We had been 300 miles away from them for about 13 years. My dad's folks were only 8 miles away and his brother was about 40 miles from us. After we moved, they were the ones far away. I missed them so much because we were very close with them, even when we did not see them very often. We would get together for birthdays and anniversaries and such. We really were close with our grandma and grandpa too. They would watch us while Mom and Dad went places. They would always spoil us and make it so much fun. We looked forward to it, just as our grandchildren do now. The things I loved the most were listening to my grandpa tell us stories. He loved to talk about the new days and the old days and he could make the old days seem like we were actually there. That's good storytelling! Along the way he would give us life lessons.
So, as I wind down this typing, I want to remind you once again. Don't take your life situation for granted. Even if you are having rough times right now. You can always find someone who is having a tougher time than you are. Listen to the old stories or record them. Some day you and your family will want to read them again. Also, remember to enjoy now. It is really all we have for sure!
Written by kjf (Katie Jo Foote)
Tuesday, December 05, 2017
List of ideas for Writings
Holes
Darkness
Snakes
Bees and Wasps
"Dumping the Pot"
Beady bright shining
Eyes in the dark barn
Riding a bike for the
very first time
Falling off of a horse
Cows nearly stepping
on kittens
Falling into the Pond
Snapping Turtles peeking
Walking the wall
The trapeze bar and
dis-appointment
Driving a car while
parents away
Getting caught by little
brother
Giving birth
Birth anomalies
C Section
Being left alone
Losing my Dad
Ava
Darkness
Snakes
Bees and Wasps
"Dumping the Pot"
Beady bright shining
Eyes in the dark barn
Riding a bike for the
very first time
Falling off of a horse
Cows nearly stepping
on kittens
Falling into the Pond
Snapping Turtles peeking
Walking the wall
The trapeze bar and
dis-appointment
Driving a car while
parents away
Getting caught by little
brother
Giving birth
Birth anomalies
C Section
Being left alone
Losing my Dad
Ava
December
December to remember
Bitter, cold, dreary December day
Warm September chilly May
Going nowhere staying home
Warm and snugly ice Cream cone.
Traveling somewhere far away,
Watching fish jump in the bay
Snow falling rapidly down,
Home carefully from town.
Lovely evening home Safe now
Look, there finally goes the snowplow.
On the fallen snow Stars shine bright
Sleepy children please say goodnight
Bitter, cold, dreary December day
Warm September chilly May
Going nowhere staying home
Warm and snugly ice Cream cone.
Traveling somewhere far away,
Watching fish jump in the bay
Snow falling rapidly down,
Home carefully from town.
Lovely evening home Safe now
Look, there finally goes the snowplow.
On the fallen snow Stars shine bright
Sleepy children please say goodnight
Sunday, December 03, 2017
Opening lines for poems
Scary day Bitter cold, dreary day
Month of May Warm September
Chilly May
Frost and snow
please go Going no where
Staying home
Time flies
Having fun Traveling somewhere
Far Away
Ending now
Poem done Lovely evening
Stars shine bright
Scary night
Birds in flight Children sleepy
Say Goodnight
In between
Halloween's
Pumpkins glow
you know
Alone and afraid
Afraid and alone?
No No No.
Month of May Warm September
Chilly May
Frost and snow
please go Going no where
Staying home
Time flies
Having fun Traveling somewhere
Far Away
Ending now
Poem done Lovely evening
Stars shine bright
Scary night
Birds in flight Children sleepy
Say Goodnight
In between
Halloween's
Pumpkins glow
you know
Alone and afraid
Afraid and alone?
No No No.
Rainbow Colors/ works in progress
Irish Green
Red tomato
Purple hyacinth
Yellow asters
Lavender heather
Blue bachelor buttons
orange orange
Rainbow
Red tomato in the garden light
Orange orange, bright stars at night
Beautiful Asters, centers yellow
Irish green vines random and mellow
Blue bachelor buttons, also come in
purple and pink.
Purple hyacinth, color choices
fill a kitchen sink.
Lavender heather, mystic at night
Magical scene in the glowing light.
Rainbow beauty,
Stunning as the sun
Shines down
Peace returning as
Silence abounds.
Bright colors of rainbow
Cascading
Descending, flowing, ending
In "Pot of Gold"?
Red tomato
Purple hyacinth
Yellow asters
Lavender heather
Blue bachelor buttons
orange orange
Rainbow
Red tomato in the garden light
Orange orange, bright stars at night
Beautiful Asters, centers yellow
Irish green vines random and mellow
Blue bachelor buttons, also come in
purple and pink.
Purple hyacinth, color choices
fill a kitchen sink.
Lavender heather, mystic at night
Magical scene in the glowing light.
Rainbow beauty,
Stunning as the sun
Shines down
Peace returning as
Silence abounds.
Bright colors of rainbow
Cascading
Descending, flowing, ending
In "Pot of Gold"?
Christmas way back when
When I was a little tyke, I wanted to get
A brand new bike.
Or a doll would be nice, or a new puppy to
take on a hike.
Waiting for Christmas was always fun.
Anticipation was nearly done!
In the good old days back when I was young
I couldn't wait for the Carols to be sung
With all of the joy of the Christmas season
Careful not to forget the complete reason
A girl and two boys, we'd reach to touch
Gently the tinsel and feeling the rush
Of the joy of Christmas then, no matter how
Difficult the waiting had been
The Christmas tree, with the lights newly on was
Like the excitement seeing the first ice on the pond
The tree was usually a little thin because Dad
Would get it late, usually on a last minute whim.
Which gift is which, what is there for me?
Package to package looking to see.
Most times to be dis-appointed for my friends and
Family always seemed to get more than me.
We knew for every gift we had, some children
got no gifts at all, for they had been bad.
A brand new bike.
Or a doll would be nice, or a new puppy to
take on a hike.
Waiting for Christmas was always fun.
Anticipation was nearly done!
In the good old days back when I was young
I couldn't wait for the Carols to be sung
With all of the joy of the Christmas season
Careful not to forget the complete reason
A girl and two boys, we'd reach to touch
Gently the tinsel and feeling the rush
Of the joy of Christmas then, no matter how
Difficult the waiting had been
The Christmas tree, with the lights newly on was
Like the excitement seeing the first ice on the pond
The tree was usually a little thin because Dad
Would get it late, usually on a last minute whim.
Which gift is which, what is there for me?
Package to package looking to see.
Most times to be dis-appointed for my friends and
Family always seemed to get more than me.
We knew for every gift we had, some children
got no gifts at all, for they had been bad.
What is Christmas?
Christmas is
Joy unfurled
In a splash of
Glitter and
Lights.
Christmas is
Celebrating,
Loving,
and Dark,
Starry Nights.
Lonesome people,
No one is home.
Facing Christmas
All alone. but
Fear not!
Sharing and caring
Soon abounds, and
Brings joy,
a meal,
Or a Christmas toy.
Being kind is the
Reason to me.
So, celebrate
Friendship, put up
That tree!
Joy unfurled
In a splash of
Glitter and
Lights.
Christmas is
Celebrating,
Loving,
and Dark,
Starry Nights.
Lonesome people,
No one is home.
Facing Christmas
All alone. but
Fear not!
Sharing and caring
Soon abounds, and
Brings joy,
a meal,
Or a Christmas toy.
Being kind is the
Reason to me.
So, celebrate
Friendship, put up
That tree!
Thursday, November 30, 2017
A Tale
Most stories seem to start, you see,
in a time far distant,
Or with a ship putting out to sea.
My story is different, however,
About a sweet young thing
Who wanted to sing.
So off on an adventure she went.
Facing loud rumbling voices,
And deep, dark dissent.
Her journey was scary
But on she did tarry
Until she had shared
A tale of how she feared
A note and a sharp
That she should know
By heart. For there is
nothing as scary as to
Frighten Miss Mary,
A maiden so sweet
Minding her way
Down the street
Than to take her away
On a ship from the bay.
So this story now ends
With a la and a blend
As she sings and she sings
And she sings!
in a time far distant,
Or with a ship putting out to sea.
My story is different, however,
About a sweet young thing
Who wanted to sing.
So off on an adventure she went.
Facing loud rumbling voices,
And deep, dark dissent.
Her journey was scary
But on she did tarry
Until she had shared
A tale of how she feared
A note and a sharp
That she should know
By heart. For there is
nothing as scary as to
Frighten Miss Mary,
A maiden so sweet
Minding her way
Down the street
Than to take her away
On a ship from the bay.
So this story now ends
With a la and a blend
As she sings and she sings
And she sings!
Christmas time again
Christmas is
Joy unfurled.
With a splash
Of glitter
And lights.
Christmas is
Dark, starry
nights.
But, lonesome
people, with
no one home
Are facing
Christmas
All alone.
Sharing and
Caring, however
Abounds. Providing
Joy to those
With the musical
Sounds.
Being kind to
Others Is
The reason to
Me. So
Celebrate New birth,
Be together, share.
Gather with others
Show them you care.
Joy unfurled.
With a splash
Of glitter
And lights.
Christmas is
Dark, starry
nights.
But, lonesome
people, with
no one home
Are facing
Christmas
All alone.
Sharing and
Caring, however
Abounds. Providing
Joy to those
With the musical
Sounds.
Being kind to
Others Is
The reason to
Me. So
Celebrate New birth,
Be together, share.
Gather with others
Show them you care.
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
New Day
Early morning coffee.
Quiet, still, no sounds.
Dew, fresh and luscious,
Covers the ground.
Cool, crisp, almost frost.
Squirrel fast rushes by
Scurrying, quickly,
Almost lost.
Stopping, up on his
haunches now.
Checking, sniffing,
Looking, wow!
Suddenly the Robin
Into song launches.
Lulling us longer,
"Stay" he taunts us.
Coffee almost gone,
And so is the bacon.
Time to face the throng,
As the world awakens.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Sydney Kay
Sydney Kay
Dreamer.
Sweet Smile.
Artist, sit for
Awhile.
Grand daughter,
9 years old.
Growing up,
Pretty, yet
Bold.
Here she comes,
In for a hug.
Holding on,
My heart
does tug.
Dreamer.
Sweet Smile.
Artist, sit for
Awhile.
Grand daughter,
9 years old.
Growing up,
Pretty, yet
Bold.
Here she comes,
In for a hug.
Holding on,
My heart
does tug.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Thanksgiving 2017
Thanksgiving 2017
I had a direction when I wrote this title. I had to leave, rush off to fun at Thanksgiving. So, now that I am back, I will just write from what thoughts come into my head now! I was thinking I would write poetry, but that is not coming just yet. The past two days have been a whirlwind of love. My husband is the best man ever. He always does the Thanksgiving Turkey when our family gets together. We usually end up with two days of whirlwind togetherness. This year, our middle daughter and her dear man came up the day after. Our younger daughter and her family managed to come down too. It was wonderful to have them together as it hasn't happened for several years. They only got to spend a few hours together and that always is sad, but to see them here, in our home, was a treasure. Middle daughter isn't the best fan of turkey, so she requested meatloaf. My dear hubby came up with the best meatloaf I have ever tasted. He always does. I cannot compliment him enough. I would never be able to handle it without him. I doubt I would even try. Then yesterday, the Saturday after, our oldest daughter and family were able to come to the youngest sister's home. They come there because the sleeping situation is much better. More room and places to play and just "be". We transported the done turkey roaster successfully, along with green beans with the onions on top. They had several salads and the dessert. We did NOT go hungry, lol. It was fantastic when it all came together. Their home is really coming together with the new kitchen almost finished. They still need to finish the ceiling around the main beam, the doorway into the utility room, and put down the flooring. They are putting the floor down sometime in the spring, I believe. My grandchildren who I don't see very often are growing up so fast now. The boys are nearly taller than me and one is 14 and the other soon to be 12! There are still two girls shorter, however, lol. I am sure that will change as well, probably sooner than I think!
Added December 3, 2017.
We went up to Hunter and Penny's house yesterday again. This time it was for Hunter's Birthday.
He is 12! I ordered a sheet cake with legos on it from Creative Cakes in the mall. Linda and I go there to write poetry once a month, and I wanted to buy his cake last year. Larry was going to make him one but had not said anything to me. I didn't ask Larry, just ordered it. I am so glad I did. They all thought it was really nice! After all, it is only money! We went to town to get the cake and some groceries. It worked out really neat because we got the cake on the way out of town. Scott has gotten the utility room door hung and it looks really really cool! It is a dark brown, which surprised me. With the Kitchen white, I guess I expected them to go with white on the door also. But, it makes a really nice accent. He got more of the ceiling wall board up, and that is looking really professionally done. He is certainly a perfectionist! The work could not be better done by hired carpenters, I am sure. They put in a bunch of pot lights, which really make it look cool. He is getting nearer to being done all the time. He certainly puts in a lot of time at it. Today the other side of the family is at their home. With all the mess they had, we decided not to stay. We had cake and tea and then came home. Penny snuggled me really close. She seems to come to me first now. Not sure what the change has been, but I love it! That's all for now. Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday Hunter!!
I had a direction when I wrote this title. I had to leave, rush off to fun at Thanksgiving. So, now that I am back, I will just write from what thoughts come into my head now! I was thinking I would write poetry, but that is not coming just yet. The past two days have been a whirlwind of love. My husband is the best man ever. He always does the Thanksgiving Turkey when our family gets together. We usually end up with two days of whirlwind togetherness. This year, our middle daughter and her dear man came up the day after. Our younger daughter and her family managed to come down too. It was wonderful to have them together as it hasn't happened for several years. They only got to spend a few hours together and that always is sad, but to see them here, in our home, was a treasure. Middle daughter isn't the best fan of turkey, so she requested meatloaf. My dear hubby came up with the best meatloaf I have ever tasted. He always does. I cannot compliment him enough. I would never be able to handle it without him. I doubt I would even try. Then yesterday, the Saturday after, our oldest daughter and family were able to come to the youngest sister's home. They come there because the sleeping situation is much better. More room and places to play and just "be". We transported the done turkey roaster successfully, along with green beans with the onions on top. They had several salads and the dessert. We did NOT go hungry, lol. It was fantastic when it all came together. Their home is really coming together with the new kitchen almost finished. They still need to finish the ceiling around the main beam, the doorway into the utility room, and put down the flooring. They are putting the floor down sometime in the spring, I believe. My grandchildren who I don't see very often are growing up so fast now. The boys are nearly taller than me and one is 14 and the other soon to be 12! There are still two girls shorter, however, lol. I am sure that will change as well, probably sooner than I think!
Added December 3, 2017.
We went up to Hunter and Penny's house yesterday again. This time it was for Hunter's Birthday.
He is 12! I ordered a sheet cake with legos on it from Creative Cakes in the mall. Linda and I go there to write poetry once a month, and I wanted to buy his cake last year. Larry was going to make him one but had not said anything to me. I didn't ask Larry, just ordered it. I am so glad I did. They all thought it was really nice! After all, it is only money! We went to town to get the cake and some groceries. It worked out really neat because we got the cake on the way out of town. Scott has gotten the utility room door hung and it looks really really cool! It is a dark brown, which surprised me. With the Kitchen white, I guess I expected them to go with white on the door also. But, it makes a really nice accent. He got more of the ceiling wall board up, and that is looking really professionally done. He is certainly a perfectionist! The work could not be better done by hired carpenters, I am sure. They put in a bunch of pot lights, which really make it look cool. He is getting nearer to being done all the time. He certainly puts in a lot of time at it. Today the other side of the family is at their home. With all the mess they had, we decided not to stay. We had cake and tea and then came home. Penny snuggled me really close. She seems to come to me first now. Not sure what the change has been, but I love it! That's all for now. Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday Hunter!!
Friday, November 24, 2017
Sydney and time
Sydney, you are growing, bold.
First a baby, then now
a young lady, 9 years old.
I know time is not that fast,
but to Grandma,
Moments and days just don't last.
Weeks fly by, then months and years.
Slow down Time, or
I will be in tears!
Even though time goes swiftly
We write, text and call,
Isn't that nifty?
But what else can we do?
Just savor the time that we DO
spend with you.
Love from Grandma Kate
First a baby, then now
a young lady, 9 years old.
I know time is not that fast,
but to Grandma,
Moments and days just don't last.
Weeks fly by, then months and years.
Slow down Time, or
I will be in tears!
Even though time goes swiftly
We write, text and call,
Isn't that nifty?
But what else can we do?
Just savor the time that we DO
spend with you.
Love from Grandma Kate
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Thinking of long ago
Thinking of long ago.
I have been in the mood to write lately. I think it might be because I am feeling nostalgic as the Holidays are here. I wrote a few poems the past couple of days. They are not finished yet but I got them started lol.
I have also begun to watch Holiday Movies on Netflix. Soppy ones are the best kind don't you agree?
They make me feel good and that is a good thing. It takes reality away and they are always very hopeful.
The way the world is we need all the hope we can get. We need to send good vibes out into the world. So many horrible things have been happening and still the law won't do anything to stop them. The rest of the world thinks we are insane over here in America land. I am getting to the point of agreeing with them.
So as Thanksgiving nears I feel like typing about some of the things I am grateful for. I am grateful for having a warm home to live in. I am thankful for my health. It has been pretty good for a while now. I am grateful for every day of Life I get. I am grateful for having a family that loves me. Even when they might not agree with me or don't like some of my choices. I am thankful for grandchildren that love me and cannot wait to come and spend time with us. That means a lot more than they realize. They continue to grow by leaps and bounds. In a weeks time they change so much. Think how much they change in six months! I just started writing to Syd and Tyler this summer. I now have gotten busy and have drifted away from writing to them. I wrote to Hunter and Penny for Halloween too. Lacey said they really loved getting mail from Grandma. I am so thankful that my daughters have grown in to such beautiful, caring women. 3 our of 3 ain't bad. I am grateful that I got to spend so much time with each of my parents as they neared the end of their lives. It was the toughest thing I have ever done but I still did it. I will never regret that. I hope they knew how much I did still love them. I did not see them as much as I could have, but I went as often as I could. I am grateful for friends. Some come and go but that is okay. I am so dumb with some things that I say. The words seem to get out of my mouth before my brain can stop them. I think part of that is that I don't get to talk to people other than family very often. I need to remedy that. I have been thinking of joining some group just to have time to myself. I just have not found the right group yet.
When I look back on this past year it has been more good than bad. I am still battling weight but I still win more rounds than I lose. I am grateful for books and notebooks and magazines and art stuff and other things I love. I don't need any gifts anymore because I finally have reached a dream I did not even realize I could reach. Thank you daddy for saving and gifting me the money you would never spend on yourself while you were alive. Thank you for paying for my stay in that cute little cabin near Emmetsburg. It was a wonderful place and I never meant for you to pay for it. It was so generous of you to pay.
I will be forever grateful for Larry. I have not been as appreciative of how much he does for me as I should be. I think the reason it rubs me the wrong way is guilt. I should be doing a lot of those things. He spoils me so much and I really love it. I have been helping him more to show him how much I do care about him. I don't know why I had to be so crazy for the times I was. The bad thing is I think my daughters are in that place now and I don't know how to fix them either. Hormones can really mess people up!
Hunter will be here tomorrow, so I'd better finish this for now and go to bed. Goodnight!
This actually turned out to be more about now than long ago, lol. I have been doing some thinking about when I was little and when my daughters were little and of course watching my grandkids growing up so fast.
I have been in the mood to write lately. I think it might be because I am feeling nostalgic as the Holidays are here. I wrote a few poems the past couple of days. They are not finished yet but I got them started lol.
I have also begun to watch Holiday Movies on Netflix. Soppy ones are the best kind don't you agree?
They make me feel good and that is a good thing. It takes reality away and they are always very hopeful.
The way the world is we need all the hope we can get. We need to send good vibes out into the world. So many horrible things have been happening and still the law won't do anything to stop them. The rest of the world thinks we are insane over here in America land. I am getting to the point of agreeing with them.
So as Thanksgiving nears I feel like typing about some of the things I am grateful for. I am grateful for having a warm home to live in. I am thankful for my health. It has been pretty good for a while now. I am grateful for every day of Life I get. I am grateful for having a family that loves me. Even when they might not agree with me or don't like some of my choices. I am thankful for grandchildren that love me and cannot wait to come and spend time with us. That means a lot more than they realize. They continue to grow by leaps and bounds. In a weeks time they change so much. Think how much they change in six months! I just started writing to Syd and Tyler this summer. I now have gotten busy and have drifted away from writing to them. I wrote to Hunter and Penny for Halloween too. Lacey said they really loved getting mail from Grandma. I am so thankful that my daughters have grown in to such beautiful, caring women. 3 our of 3 ain't bad. I am grateful that I got to spend so much time with each of my parents as they neared the end of their lives. It was the toughest thing I have ever done but I still did it. I will never regret that. I hope they knew how much I did still love them. I did not see them as much as I could have, but I went as often as I could. I am grateful for friends. Some come and go but that is okay. I am so dumb with some things that I say. The words seem to get out of my mouth before my brain can stop them. I think part of that is that I don't get to talk to people other than family very often. I need to remedy that. I have been thinking of joining some group just to have time to myself. I just have not found the right group yet.
When I look back on this past year it has been more good than bad. I am still battling weight but I still win more rounds than I lose. I am grateful for books and notebooks and magazines and art stuff and other things I love. I don't need any gifts anymore because I finally have reached a dream I did not even realize I could reach. Thank you daddy for saving and gifting me the money you would never spend on yourself while you were alive. Thank you for paying for my stay in that cute little cabin near Emmetsburg. It was a wonderful place and I never meant for you to pay for it. It was so generous of you to pay.
I will be forever grateful for Larry. I have not been as appreciative of how much he does for me as I should be. I think the reason it rubs me the wrong way is guilt. I should be doing a lot of those things. He spoils me so much and I really love it. I have been helping him more to show him how much I do care about him. I don't know why I had to be so crazy for the times I was. The bad thing is I think my daughters are in that place now and I don't know how to fix them either. Hormones can really mess people up!
Hunter will be here tomorrow, so I'd better finish this for now and go to bed. Goodnight!
This actually turned out to be more about now than long ago, lol. I have been doing some thinking about when I was little and when my daughters were little and of course watching my grandkids growing up so fast.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Tiny new Penny
Tiny little fingers
bunched up tight
Sleeping so soundly
Snuggled in, pure delight.
Soft breaths come quickly,
and cooing does too,
When she goes home
Oh what will we do?
Big blue eyes sparkle
And talk to me too.
Secrets we share
And lots of smiles too.
Special grand daughter
I love you and I sing
If you only could know
How much Joy you do bring.
bunched up tight
Sleeping so soundly
Snuggled in, pure delight.
Soft breaths come quickly,
and cooing does too,
When she goes home
Oh what will we do?
Big blue eyes sparkle
And talk to me too.
Secrets we share
And lots of smiles too.
Special grand daughter
I love you and I sing
If you only could know
How much Joy you do bring.
Old ways, New Ways
Thinking of my family today,
one two three.
Plus me and my hubby,
that's five, you see.
Old times were
where it was at.
Now rules have changed
How about that?
We used go over the river
and through the woods
But now it's a jumble
of who gets whose kids?
Oh for the simple times
When we were little.
Wake up and find
Myself in the middle
Of a jumble of kids
All shapes and sizes.
Now it's trips from
One Ex to the other
To see who gets
The very best prizes.
one two three.
Plus me and my hubby,
that's five, you see.
Old times were
where it was at.
Now rules have changed
How about that?
We used go over the river
and through the woods
But now it's a jumble
of who gets whose kids?
Oh for the simple times
When we were little.
Wake up and find
Myself in the middle
Of a jumble of kids
All shapes and sizes.
Now it's trips from
One Ex to the other
To see who gets
The very best prizes.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Stories of my Dad, my Mom and Me too
Stories of my Dad, two
When we were growing up, my dad was gone a lot. He was always working,usually 2 jobs each day. Then afterwards, he still had the chores around the farm to do. I always missed my dad and was so happy to get to spend any sort of time with him. Back then, he would let me come in the milk barn just to watch him and Jim get the cows milked. I just wanted to see them and spend some time with both of them. I really liked my baby brother too, but he was just a tiny baby at that time and I could only play with him so much. You think when your new baby brother or sister come they will be your constant buddy, but it never works out that way. Dad worked construction jobs too, sometimes from dusk till dawn. We would be in bed before he would come home. It was a lonesome time when he was gone. I remember lots of stories he would tell us at night or when we had company. It was always so much fun to listen to him because when he was little he had horses and dogs and kittens to tell us about. He even had a part in the local rodeo. That surprised me because I never realized that was what they did at Saddle Club! I was going through some old photos and it dawned on me then. They would even have parades with their horses. He and mom would even ride the same horse in different entries sometimes. I will get some of the old photos copied and post them here. Dad was always tinkering on old cars and trucks too. He loved anything to do with motors. Most of the time he was fixing something on one of our vehicles that was not working. Good thing he loved doing it! Our cars were always breaking down in some way or another. Later on,when I was about 15, I would spend some time with daddy. Sometimes it was while we were waiting for supper to get done. We would talk and usually, I would either comb his hair or rub his shoulders as they were always sore from the hard work he did. He loved me to comb his hair, even though he never had very much of it to comb! He told me how much it helped him relax and let go of the tension of his day. We would talk about our day or just sit quietly watching the latest news on T.V. Soon after this time, I would become responsible for getting the supper meal prepared and the table set so that most of the time, it would be ready when mom would come home from school. She was a teacher and was usually gone until almost five o'clock and sometimes even five-thirty. I was not the best cook, but I learned how to organize a meal and get everything done at the same time. Quite a skill for a youngster!I used to wait and wait for my daddy to get home. Then shortly after, we would have to go to bed. I cannot imagine working 2 or 3 jobs and still trying to be happy with children. But he and mom both did it. Mom worked as full time mom for many years, then went back to college to get her teaching degree. She then taught for 6 or 7 years before her health couldn't take it anymore. She really enjoyed teaching, beginning with kindergarten, then moving up to higher grades. I think she was working with 6th graders when she retired. She was really good at it, too. She would spend hours on her own time getting displays ready, or reading and checking papers. I was happy when I got to help her cut out letters, or glue them down. On the other hand, I was jealous of those kids who got more of my moms time than I ever did. I was, after all, still a little kid myself. An older little kid but still young.
When mom got her teaching degree, she looked and looked for a teaching job in Missouri where we were living, but none of the jobs available paid very much. So when writing and phoning her mom, she found out that beginning teaching jobs in Iowa paid much more. So, at 13 I got to move! I was really glad at the time because I had had it with outdoor bathrooms. The incident with the Wasps will be written about at another time. Dad's hobby (when he had any free time), was playing the piano or accordion. He would get together with his brother and they would have a good time. They both played the accordion. Don had found them and bought them in Germany when he was in the service.
One of my most favorite times was whenever we would go visit my cousins in Missouri. I have often wondered how my life would have been changed had we stayed in those Missouri hills. It was more of a chore moving back to Iowa than it had been when they moved down. Mainly, because there were 3 children going back. Going down there was only a little boy and a little girl still in mommie's tummy. They moved a lot like the Beverly Hillbillies. We loaded up our pickup truck, the car and I think someone helped us move. I cannot remember who it was for sure. It could have been the Merrill's or the Baileys. I will have to ask Jane. I doubt I have it written down anyplace here. I don't remember seeing any photos of it either. I was more than glad to go. No more stings and a flushing toilet! Even when it froze up in the cold Iowa winters, we still did not have to go outside in the snow!!! There used to be a lot more snowstorms back then. The snow would pile up almost to the rooftops. It drifted into our yard and stayed because there was a dip in the yard just big enough for the snow to layer. There are several photos of it being over dad's pickup. Dad always managed to have newer vehicles quite often. When we moved back to Iowa, he and mom bought a sporty car. It was a 1969 Dodge Charger! I still can barely believe they bought it.
When we were growing up, my dad was gone a lot. He was always working,usually 2 jobs each day. Then afterwards, he still had the chores around the farm to do. I always missed my dad and was so happy to get to spend any sort of time with him. Back then, he would let me come in the milk barn just to watch him and Jim get the cows milked. I just wanted to see them and spend some time with both of them. I really liked my baby brother too, but he was just a tiny baby at that time and I could only play with him so much. You think when your new baby brother or sister come they will be your constant buddy, but it never works out that way. Dad worked construction jobs too, sometimes from dusk till dawn. We would be in bed before he would come home. It was a lonesome time when he was gone. I remember lots of stories he would tell us at night or when we had company. It was always so much fun to listen to him because when he was little he had horses and dogs and kittens to tell us about. He even had a part in the local rodeo. That surprised me because I never realized that was what they did at Saddle Club! I was going through some old photos and it dawned on me then. They would even have parades with their horses. He and mom would even ride the same horse in different entries sometimes. I will get some of the old photos copied and post them here. Dad was always tinkering on old cars and trucks too. He loved anything to do with motors. Most of the time he was fixing something on one of our vehicles that was not working. Good thing he loved doing it! Our cars were always breaking down in some way or another. Later on,when I was about 15, I would spend some time with daddy. Sometimes it was while we were waiting for supper to get done. We would talk and usually, I would either comb his hair or rub his shoulders as they were always sore from the hard work he did. He loved me to comb his hair, even though he never had very much of it to comb! He told me how much it helped him relax and let go of the tension of his day. We would talk about our day or just sit quietly watching the latest news on T.V. Soon after this time, I would become responsible for getting the supper meal prepared and the table set so that most of the time, it would be ready when mom would come home from school. She was a teacher and was usually gone until almost five o'clock and sometimes even five-thirty. I was not the best cook, but I learned how to organize a meal and get everything done at the same time. Quite a skill for a youngster!I used to wait and wait for my daddy to get home. Then shortly after, we would have to go to bed. I cannot imagine working 2 or 3 jobs and still trying to be happy with children. But he and mom both did it. Mom worked as full time mom for many years, then went back to college to get her teaching degree. She then taught for 6 or 7 years before her health couldn't take it anymore. She really enjoyed teaching, beginning with kindergarten, then moving up to higher grades. I think she was working with 6th graders when she retired. She was really good at it, too. She would spend hours on her own time getting displays ready, or reading and checking papers. I was happy when I got to help her cut out letters, or glue them down. On the other hand, I was jealous of those kids who got more of my moms time than I ever did. I was, after all, still a little kid myself. An older little kid but still young.
When mom got her teaching degree, she looked and looked for a teaching job in Missouri where we were living, but none of the jobs available paid very much. So when writing and phoning her mom, she found out that beginning teaching jobs in Iowa paid much more. So, at 13 I got to move! I was really glad at the time because I had had it with outdoor bathrooms. The incident with the Wasps will be written about at another time. Dad's hobby (when he had any free time), was playing the piano or accordion. He would get together with his brother and they would have a good time. They both played the accordion. Don had found them and bought them in Germany when he was in the service.
One of my most favorite times was whenever we would go visit my cousins in Missouri. I have often wondered how my life would have been changed had we stayed in those Missouri hills. It was more of a chore moving back to Iowa than it had been when they moved down. Mainly, because there were 3 children going back. Going down there was only a little boy and a little girl still in mommie's tummy. They moved a lot like the Beverly Hillbillies. We loaded up our pickup truck, the car and I think someone helped us move. I cannot remember who it was for sure. It could have been the Merrill's or the Baileys. I will have to ask Jane. I doubt I have it written down anyplace here. I don't remember seeing any photos of it either. I was more than glad to go. No more stings and a flushing toilet! Even when it froze up in the cold Iowa winters, we still did not have to go outside in the snow!!! There used to be a lot more snowstorms back then. The snow would pile up almost to the rooftops. It drifted into our yard and stayed because there was a dip in the yard just big enough for the snow to layer. There are several photos of it being over dad's pickup. Dad always managed to have newer vehicles quite often. When we moved back to Iowa, he and mom bought a sporty car. It was a 1969 Dodge Charger! I still can barely believe they bought it.
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Ode to My Heros
Ode to my Heros
I'd like to tell you a story
Of those days a way back "when".
Sky King and My Fried Flicka
Seemed to be our closest friends.
Saturday mornings we would ride
Down the lane or up in the sky.
Watching Roy Rogers with Trigger,
We knew he was on our side.
Annie Oakley was a girl, it's true,
But that never stopped her none.
Up to the Sheriff she would ride
To be "her" could be so much fun!
The story here I am telling is
That watching T.V. was fun,
But We'd all go outside in the afternoons,
Playing "Cowboys" in the sun!
We used our imaginations well,
Knowing rope could a corral bring.
Or our little toy trucks in the gravel
Could make our little hearts sing.
Now you have shared my story,
And the telling is now done.
I hope the child inside you
has found a little more fun!
I'd like to tell you a story
Of those days a way back "when".
Sky King and My Fried Flicka
Seemed to be our closest friends.
Saturday mornings we would ride
Down the lane or up in the sky.
Watching Roy Rogers with Trigger,
We knew he was on our side.
Annie Oakley was a girl, it's true,
But that never stopped her none.
Up to the Sheriff she would ride
To be "her" could be so much fun!
The story here I am telling is
That watching T.V. was fun,
But We'd all go outside in the afternoons,
Playing "Cowboys" in the sun!
We used our imaginations well,
Knowing rope could a corral bring.
Or our little toy trucks in the gravel
Could make our little hearts sing.
Now you have shared my story,
And the telling is now done.
I hope the child inside you
has found a little more fun!
Friday, May 05, 2017
Letter to Hunter
Dear Hunter,
You brighten my day every time I see you. I love how creative you are. You also teach me so much.
I love to talk to you about You Tube, computers, or the animals. (yes, snakes included) I don't know much about most of those things, but you sure make me interested.
Do you ever make up stories or write them down? I think you would be really good at it if you ever wanted to try it. Your drawings are so neat,too. Please keep drawing! My Dad Sheldon Jr. told us wonderful stories. The best time to hear my dad tell stories was when he and his brother Don would get together. They could sure remember some Tall Tales of when they were younger. His dad, my Grandpa was the best story teller I have ever listened to. He would tell them to us and never wrote any of them down. When he told a story, you felt like you were right there, IN the story. We would sit in a daze when he would talk. My Grandpa was Sheldon Merrill Senior. A lot of families name their sons after their dads. Because my dad was a Junior, he got the nick name of "June". His brother (Don) and sister-in-law (Jane) still call him that, in fact. Since his dad died, he also became known as "Shell" short for Sheldon. So different people called him different names.Then in the next generation, my brother George took over the story telling. He tells good stories too, especially when he talks about things that interest him the most. I am not so good at telling stories, but I try my best to write them down in print. I have a lot of them and am trying to get them together and to get them organized in some way. It will take me a long time, but I truly enjoy it.
I know that right now telling you about your Great-Great Grandpa is probably not that interesting, but someday you will want to know. I think knowing where we came from is very important. Don't you?
Well,I think I will end this letter for this time. I hope you are having a good time in school. It sounds like you really like it this year. I am so glad to hear it!
Grandpa and I love you so much,
Grandma Kate
You brighten my day every time I see you. I love how creative you are. You also teach me so much.
I love to talk to you about You Tube, computers, or the animals. (yes, snakes included) I don't know much about most of those things, but you sure make me interested.
Do you ever make up stories or write them down? I think you would be really good at it if you ever wanted to try it. Your drawings are so neat,too. Please keep drawing! My Dad Sheldon Jr. told us wonderful stories. The best time to hear my dad tell stories was when he and his brother Don would get together. They could sure remember some Tall Tales of when they were younger. His dad, my Grandpa was the best story teller I have ever listened to. He would tell them to us and never wrote any of them down. When he told a story, you felt like you were right there, IN the story. We would sit in a daze when he would talk. My Grandpa was Sheldon Merrill Senior. A lot of families name their sons after their dads. Because my dad was a Junior, he got the nick name of "June". His brother (Don) and sister-in-law (Jane) still call him that, in fact. Since his dad died, he also became known as "Shell" short for Sheldon. So different people called him different names.Then in the next generation, my brother George took over the story telling. He tells good stories too, especially when he talks about things that interest him the most. I am not so good at telling stories, but I try my best to write them down in print. I have a lot of them and am trying to get them together and to get them organized in some way. It will take me a long time, but I truly enjoy it.
I know that right now telling you about your Great-Great Grandpa is probably not that interesting, but someday you will want to know. I think knowing where we came from is very important. Don't you?
Well,I think I will end this letter for this time. I hope you are having a good time in school. It sounds like you really like it this year. I am so glad to hear it!
Grandpa and I love you so much,
Grandma Kate
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Quinzaine
My Dad's attitude was great. Sparkling, Babbling Brook winds here.
Was it just his strength? Am I feeling great?
Was it Love? Myth or Fact?
Getting Old is not so fun. Bought a new "She Shed" for me.
Is it my health issues? Is it what I need?
Should I choose? Does it help?
My three girls are my joy now. Flea Markets are a gold mine.
Will they ever change? Do we buy too much?
Still my girls? Is it junk?
Thursday, March 09, 2017
Prom, Yuck!
Prom, Yuck!
Memories of Prom
Were none too pleasant.
I'd rather go out
And buy a present.
Junior Prom, Grandmother
Paid my date.
That was something
I didn't appreciate.
The Senior Prom
I attended without a date.
Four friends together,
wasn't THAT great!
But, we had fun
And laughed a lot.
Leaving it in the past
Is best, I thought!
Prom
Prom
Way back yonder
In times gone by,
I sit and remember,
I don't know why.
Memories faded, time
Moves on,
New Generations
Dance along.
Fancy dresses, gloves
And pearls,
There go the dressed
Up Boys and Girls.
Memories linger
I remember well.
But those are secrets
I'll never tell!
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
To Sydney Kay
I am so glad that you and I have begun to write to each other. It gives me something to look forward to and I hope it does you too. I still write in my journal. I have not been doing it as much as I used to do, but am getting back to it again. I have been sick just enough that I did not "feel" like writing. I should write when I am in pain, too, but I never have been able to do that. When I get your letters, I can barely believe that you are getting so grown up. All of my Grandchildren are. I can remember when I was your age. It really does not seem like that long ago when I think about it. I am so glad that you are still journaling a lot. It is fun. I like to do it, even though I rarely go back and read what I wrote. That is not the important part, I guess. Just getting my emotions down of paper is the goal. I also don't draw as much as I used to either. I think the weather has made me not want to do much at all. I cannot go to the shed when it is really cold. So, lately I have not been able to go. I think it has been about 3 weeks since I really did anything out there. I will write you a hand written letter soon. I am also writing to Jesse's mother-in-law. Her name is Rosie. She is such a sweet lady. She has stepped right up and taken care of Jesse like she is her own daughter. That means a lot to me. I am also writing to my Niece, Shelly. The one with the little red headed kids. Although I noticed that Amelia's hair is turning more blonde now. We always seem to have someone with red hair every once in a while. I guess that would be the Scottish. My Dad, Papa June, always thought our family was English. But he knew that there was some Scottish, just did not know where for sure. Also, Gpa Larry's mother was full blooded Irish. That means Irish on both sides. Her maiden name was Frances Priscilla Henderson. Then she married Lawrence Foote. Grandpa Larry is a Jr. also. You sometimes cannot believe the stories that family tell. My Family Bible was lost in a fire many many years ago. They used to record all the Family history in them. Now most people don't even get the bible down from the shelf much. My Dad, Sheldon Jr. His daddy was Sheldon Merrill. Sheldon's Mom was Scottish, full blooded. Her name was
Well, Sydney, that is all for right now. I need to get something else done. Probably I will go hold down my chair for a while, then we will have some lunch. Have a good day and write back soon!
Grandma loves you, to the moon and back! That is a lot!
Grandma Kate
Well, Sydney, that is all for right now. I need to get something else done. Probably I will go hold down my chair for a while, then we will have some lunch. Have a good day and write back soon!
Grandma loves you, to the moon and back! That is a lot!
Grandma Kate
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Stories about my Dad
I thought of some more stuff about my Dad just now. He always talked about his romance with Mom all those years ago. It was pretty much the same story every time, but I never got tired of hearing it. He never said anything negative about her entire illness, alzeimers, or death. He never complained about much of anything. He kept a positive attitude, even when things started going downhill. He said he never wanted to complain or make anyone feel bad. Bless his heart. A lot of older folks get grouchy, but he was always making anyone around him laugh. I sure wish I could discover some old love letters he and Mom wrote to each other. I am sure they would have been good reading. I know they did not get dirty in them, or anything like that. It would just be nice to read how things were going. A chance to visit the past, I guess. It is difficult to think about how things must have been back then. We watch some series on tv that really show how bad it got. Even worse than you could imagine, really. I am sure Mom wrote him a lot. Girls did then. My best friend when growing up found some letters her Dad sent home and got it made into a book. It is a big book and just tells about the people from that area and what went on. I think it is amazing reading and I am so glad Dad made sure to get it to me. Dad never felt that Mom getting the memory loss was a bad thing. She would talk about way back and he actually enjoyed that. It was the every day stuff that she didn't get. There were always lots of questions and they were pretty much the same ones every time. So, we answered them the best way we could and if she repeated, we just ignored it. It was a challenge, like talking to a baby or a small child who did not understand the answers anyway. I was the first to really notice how bad she was getting because I did not see her as often as the others. At least I think they saw her more. I guess I just assumed that. Maybe not. Those last days, every time I would come in, she would ask me Where am I? What am I doing here? What's wrong with me. We had conversations all the time, but it was more me talking at her than a two way communication. So sad, but then I would give anything to have had more time with her, no matter what was going on. The last thing she said to us as a group was "What are you all looking so glum about?" I will never forget that. That was just before her final surgery. Or the surgery they said they were going to do. I have my doubts that they performed it. She was too far gone then I believe. We will never know. Just like we will never know what really happened in Dad's last hour. I so hope that he was NOT alone waiting for them to come. I so hope that he hadn't already fallen and hurt himself when they walked in. I so hope that his heart just stopped before he fell and he did not know what happened. I keep going over that in my mind and cannot seem to stop thinking of it sometimes. Jim and Jean must be thinking what if's a lot too. What if we had not left him to go to lunch. What if we were sitting there or helping him get up, What if What if, What if. What if he fell in the bathroom when he went to pee. So hard to stop thinking about it. It does not make any difference anyway. I do hope they can change how they do things for those who are still alright in their minds. They treated him like a small child at first until they realized he was still a lot on the ball for 91. Both George and I were going to be there that Sunday when he died. George had finished moving the furniture and getting the new apartment all set up. He was tired and knew he would see Dad in the morning when we moved him over. I was going to go up on Saturday, but was so exhausted, I talked to him and we agreed that I would come up on Monday instead. That old saying about waiting too long is so true. Every day I thought he was going to die. Then he died when no one was there. Makes a person wonder if they do know. I so miss you Daddy. That will be it for now. I meant to go more into his service time, but I don't have all the details here at my reach anyway. Will have to get that and come back and add it in. Tah!
I remember one time going out to find my dad early in the morning. I think he must have gone to do chores and did not come in for a very long time. He said he was keeping an eye on the cows who were in labor. He did not have many cows at this time and he was very concerned that it was taking them way too long to get the calves "dropped" as he called it. Of course I knew he had said that. I knew he was busy, but I missed him and really wanted to see him and spend some time together. I suppose I had found that it worked to go and watch him do the chores. Jim got to help, I probably wanted to help too! George was still a little baby and even though I loved babies so much, George was taking a nap! I of course, thought I was too big to take a nap anymore, after all, I was in school now! So, I tried to stay out of his way and was playing on the swing or my new acrobat's bar that Dad had put up in the far tree just for me! My brothers seemed to get it in their heads that they could play on it too, at least when they could get away with it. Or they just might have liked hearing me yell and scream at them to "get away"! Of course I was always giving them what they wanted because I did not understand yet that they got pleasure from me rising a stink. Anyway, I got bored so then went looking for Daddy. I looked in the Milk Barn because that is where I thought he must be. Instead, as I came back from not finding him in the barn, I could hear noises and a cow bellering. It sounded like it was in trouble! Then I saw where the cow was. She was beside our garage in the fenced off area. It was like she was trying to get help! Then, I saw my dad. He was swearing a blue streak. There were words coming out of his mouth that my tender ears had never heard before. Ratsa grf, gobbled day, what in the world! Garrrruth, I don't know what I am gonna do, jesupolordy can't lose her. Gotta get it out, jesupolordy no! He went on swearing, so of course I wanted to get closer because I could not see what he was doing. That's when I saw it. The poor little calf hooves poking out of the Cow. I stood there mesmerized not wanting to move. Then I saw my very own Daddy pushing on the cow's belly. He pushed and pushed. He looked so scared, I became scared too, even though I didn't understand what was happening. I must have been about 8 or so. I stood there, quiet. By then, the hooves were a bit further out and I could see most of the 2 legs all red and shiny. I was standing there with my hands over my mouth in awe and wonder at what my Daddy was doing. For a while, daddy's voice was quiet as he worked trying to get the baby out. The mama cow was getting so tired by this time that dad was worrying that she might just give up and fall over. He also knew that time was important because the baby needed to get out so it could breathe! I don't remember how long this went on, but it seemed like time was standing still to me. I must have let out a gasp or something because Dad looked over his shoulder and saw me standing watching. He was exasperated by this time and yelled at me to "get to the house, and don't come back". I did. I was crying by this time because I knew something was so wrong. As I had been watching him, he kept saying that he needed this calf and something about losing money. All I could think about was what was wrong with my daddy. He never acted like this! So, when I got to the house, my momie was trying to explain to me why daddy was saying all those things and how about the money the calf would bring us would buy many items that we really needed, like food. Then, after what seemed like a year in a little girl's life, Daddy finally came inside. He went to wash his hands good in the sink. As he washed them, he told my momie what was going on, how the one cow had gotten her calf out and they were both okay. Then he looked over at me, playing with my dollies. He then kind of whispered to momie that the calf he had to pull, didn't make it, but he thought he had managed to save the cow. He was in tears. Now if you knew my Dad, you would know that even though he was a sensitive man, he never ever cried. I did my best not to cry, too, but I could not stop my tears from falling, mostly because I was upset because my own very daddy was crying like a little baby. Over a cow! It was not until much later on in my life that I really "got" it. That Calf was important to all of us. Of course my daddy loved all living things, so it nearly broke his heart that the Calf died. I think he might have blamed himself. Of course it was not his fault, he had done everything he could. The calf was stillborn and the cow would have probably died too if daddy had not "pulled" the calf out. I remember my momie's tender words when they talked afterwards. She patted my daddy on his shoulder as she spoke. She pointed out that the other cow and calf were doing well and that the calf-less cow would be able to have another one someday. Dad just shook his head and looked at the floor, still in shock at the loss. Of course he did come to realize it could have been much worse, and that he had done everything he could do. There had not been enough time for the Vet. to get there, either. "Let nature take it's course" had not worked this time, but most of the time, it did. Lesson learned. I could not have loved my daddy more than I did just then. He was "it" in my life right then. He was until the day he died. He will always be.
Journal
January 5, 2017
No poetry today. Just words as they come to mind. It is bitterly cold on this Winter, January, barren day in Iowa. The winter blahs are trying to move in, but so far I am fighting them, and winning. I have done several things this morning, most of it involving surfing the internet. It can really pull you in. Facebook first, then YouTube, next is a stop at Pinterest. On and on, one thing leading to another until potty break time. Then soon it is lunch time, where did the morning go? Sheesh, it was just 9:00 a.m.
I am doing well about not watching television, but all of the news is there for me to see as I come into my place to access my web search. Choose to look at it and read is mine alone. I started out on Facebook, which led me to YouTube because there was a good video to see. Then when I was on the channel, there were many choices as to what video to watch next. Yes, I realize how trivial this is, but it is how my morning went. Too cold to go to the shed today. Really need to look into finding another, bigger heater that will keep up in the bitter cold. I don't want to not go out there. It just is not in the cards, so to speak. I can draw a little bit in the house, and I did, but it just is not the same as being in the shed. I cannot explain why. It just is. But, I am doing my best. So far I have had 2 oatmeal cookies for breakfast and a cup of bean soup for lunch. Plus, lots of water. I seem to do well until the middle of the afternoon. Then something happens. Like a mad person, I lose control and start eating everything that does not move. Bored, probably. Lonesome, yes. Out of control, not yet today. I am glad to be alive. Friday I go to the Heart Doctor and I am going to tell them all of my wonderings. I wonder if I have Congestive Heart problems. What can I do about it? (lose weight, lots of it) What do I get from going off eating everything that does not move? I DO NOT KNOW! I just know that it happens and I cannot seem to get it stopped. Even though it is the new year and fitness is doable. Why do I give up so often? Because I am miserable!!! Eating rabbit food nearly all my life just to try to be a different person is not fun. The sad part is that I have been trying since I was about 10. Why didn't they Love me more? Why did I not feel it more, if they did. I have been finding myself sighing such big sighs lately. I told my regular attendant that I was doing it, she gave me 3 different drugs to try to help it. I did not take them, but started yesterday. No change yet that I am aware about. I am getting tired of writing already. Bored, yep. After I watched a couple of videos of music, I looked up Art Journaling how to's. From there it pulled up the Carrie Fisher video of her stage act lecture that I had begun to read last night, so I finished watching it. She really was funny. The only thing I would say about it was that it had a kind of odd ending. But then again, how do you end telling the ups and downs of your life. It was done several years ago back when she still had the short haircut that I loved. We really lost a lot of Stars again this year. So, so many. Carrie was only 60. That doesn't seem very old when you are around that age. It used to seem ancient, but not anymore. That is what they mean by "it's all relative" I suppose. We will miss you Carrie. No, your Mom did not mean to upstage you, but still she did it. I hope you laughed your lovely big laugh. Travel on and have fun!
Today is Friday, January 13, 2017
The weather has been bad this past week. Yucky, to describe it better. It has been cold, rainy, snowy, bitterly cold, slick, generally bad. We postponed my echo from Tuesday to Thursday this week. So far no call telling me any result from it. I figure it must not be too bad because they would have called me first thing this morning if that were the case. My heart was out this time, at least it felt like it was at the time. It went back around lunch time, I think. It was that flutter stuff up around my throat. I did not mention it to the Echo gal because I figured she could not do anything about it, nor would she be able to tell me anything. So, I think I will call the Iowa Heart Center about 1:00 p.m. today so I won't have to wait all weekend. I so hope my heart is not in failure, but I worry that it may be. The not being able to catch my breath is what concerns me most. It does seem to be better the last couple of days. Maybe I have been having a bronchial thing and did not know it.
Anyway, Larry just got a call from Memory. Mary must be in the hospital from what I can gather from what they are saying. He will let me know asap as he is still talking to her. Just a minute, he is off now. Mary is in the hospital in Webster City. She cannot breathe very well. It doesn't sound too good to me. I think we will be going to see her soon. I hope this is not the end, please, please, please don't let it be. I love her like a sister I never had. More later, time for lunch.
Saturday the 14th of January, 2017
Yet another cold day. Dreary so far, but I think this round of bad weather may go south of us. They had really bad weather down south, lots killed. 4 in Miss. and 11 elsewhere. Not good. Now my computer keyboard has decided to skip letters when I try to type right along. Sticking? Will loo into it. Seems like I am always fixing something.
Sunday, January 22,2016
Good morning Sunday! This has been another week that flew by. We did not do much because the weather has been bad. Ice storm, snow and lots of rain. I fell on the ice a week ago and it has been taking a long time to get better.
January 31, 2017
Come to find out, the pain in my back that I thought was delayed shock was not. I had forgotten that I did some yoga stretches wayyyyyyyyyyy down deep. Now I believe these are what made my back go, "oh no you din't". I should have made the connection sooner, but did not. Larry got a call from his sister Mem. Mary is out of the hospital and doing very well. Phhheeewww! That was really a scare. Much more so for her I would wager.
Temps are in the 30's today, but due to go down the rest of the week. We could not go yesterday because we got to have Penny all day, as daycare was closed. She is such a dolly and full of Love and Joy. She is probably going to be our last grandchild, so lots of spoiling is on the way the next few years. Soon she, too, will be in school all day. That about breaks my heart, but we chose not to take care of her when we had a chance. We just can't do that anymore. We get way too stressed. That is about it. We did go to Jefferson this morning to pick up my Lorazapam script at the Doctors. I have not been using it for some time now because I had let the prescription run out. It was 5.00. We have to build up our deductible once again. Then we went to lunch at Subway. They are now weighing the meat, sheesh. Don't sell one extra ounce, whatever happens! grrrr. Then we went to the Dollar store, then Fareway, then home. We needed to get bags for Penny's presents. Her Birthday is Monday next week, and she and Lacey and I are going to Tea Thyme for a party! Can't wait! I hope we don't get Pam for our waitress. She was terrible to us the last time we went. I should have complained to Deb, but didn't. I have not seen Pam even in there since. So, maybe someone else complained. If you can't take the pressure, get out! Anyway, that was not the time to have it go wrong, because Jodee and Sydney were there too. We did not let it spoil the day, but it sure didn't help. We asked if we could have Sydney's hot chocolate in the fancy tea cups. You would think we asked her to perform a miracle or something! She said yes, but I have to charge you an add on fee. I KNOW Deb would have been mad if she knew that. As much as we go in there~?!
Anyway, back to telling good things.
Next time America, lol.
No poetry today. Just words as they come to mind. It is bitterly cold on this Winter, January, barren day in Iowa. The winter blahs are trying to move in, but so far I am fighting them, and winning. I have done several things this morning, most of it involving surfing the internet. It can really pull you in. Facebook first, then YouTube, next is a stop at Pinterest. On and on, one thing leading to another until potty break time. Then soon it is lunch time, where did the morning go? Sheesh, it was just 9:00 a.m.
I am doing well about not watching television, but all of the news is there for me to see as I come into my place to access my web search. Choose to look at it and read is mine alone. I started out on Facebook, which led me to YouTube because there was a good video to see. Then when I was on the channel, there were many choices as to what video to watch next. Yes, I realize how trivial this is, but it is how my morning went. Too cold to go to the shed today. Really need to look into finding another, bigger heater that will keep up in the bitter cold. I don't want to not go out there. It just is not in the cards, so to speak. I can draw a little bit in the house, and I did, but it just is not the same as being in the shed. I cannot explain why. It just is. But, I am doing my best. So far I have had 2 oatmeal cookies for breakfast and a cup of bean soup for lunch. Plus, lots of water. I seem to do well until the middle of the afternoon. Then something happens. Like a mad person, I lose control and start eating everything that does not move. Bored, probably. Lonesome, yes. Out of control, not yet today. I am glad to be alive. Friday I go to the Heart Doctor and I am going to tell them all of my wonderings. I wonder if I have Congestive Heart problems. What can I do about it? (lose weight, lots of it) What do I get from going off eating everything that does not move? I DO NOT KNOW! I just know that it happens and I cannot seem to get it stopped. Even though it is the new year and fitness is doable. Why do I give up so often? Because I am miserable!!! Eating rabbit food nearly all my life just to try to be a different person is not fun. The sad part is that I have been trying since I was about 10. Why didn't they Love me more? Why did I not feel it more, if they did. I have been finding myself sighing such big sighs lately. I told my regular attendant that I was doing it, she gave me 3 different drugs to try to help it. I did not take them, but started yesterday. No change yet that I am aware about. I am getting tired of writing already. Bored, yep. After I watched a couple of videos of music, I looked up Art Journaling how to's. From there it pulled up the Carrie Fisher video of her stage act lecture that I had begun to read last night, so I finished watching it. She really was funny. The only thing I would say about it was that it had a kind of odd ending. But then again, how do you end telling the ups and downs of your life. It was done several years ago back when she still had the short haircut that I loved. We really lost a lot of Stars again this year. So, so many. Carrie was only 60. That doesn't seem very old when you are around that age. It used to seem ancient, but not anymore. That is what they mean by "it's all relative" I suppose. We will miss you Carrie. No, your Mom did not mean to upstage you, but still she did it. I hope you laughed your lovely big laugh. Travel on and have fun!
Today is Friday, January 13, 2017
The weather has been bad this past week. Yucky, to describe it better. It has been cold, rainy, snowy, bitterly cold, slick, generally bad. We postponed my echo from Tuesday to Thursday this week. So far no call telling me any result from it. I figure it must not be too bad because they would have called me first thing this morning if that were the case. My heart was out this time, at least it felt like it was at the time. It went back around lunch time, I think. It was that flutter stuff up around my throat. I did not mention it to the Echo gal because I figured she could not do anything about it, nor would she be able to tell me anything. So, I think I will call the Iowa Heart Center about 1:00 p.m. today so I won't have to wait all weekend. I so hope my heart is not in failure, but I worry that it may be. The not being able to catch my breath is what concerns me most. It does seem to be better the last couple of days. Maybe I have been having a bronchial thing and did not know it.
Anyway, Larry just got a call from Memory. Mary must be in the hospital from what I can gather from what they are saying. He will let me know asap as he is still talking to her. Just a minute, he is off now. Mary is in the hospital in Webster City. She cannot breathe very well. It doesn't sound too good to me. I think we will be going to see her soon. I hope this is not the end, please, please, please don't let it be. I love her like a sister I never had. More later, time for lunch.
Saturday the 14th of January, 2017
Yet another cold day. Dreary so far, but I think this round of bad weather may go south of us. They had really bad weather down south, lots killed. 4 in Miss. and 11 elsewhere. Not good. Now my computer keyboard has decided to skip letters when I try to type right along. Sticking? Will loo into it. Seems like I am always fixing something.
Sunday, January 22,2016
Good morning Sunday! This has been another week that flew by. We did not do much because the weather has been bad. Ice storm, snow and lots of rain. I fell on the ice a week ago and it has been taking a long time to get better.
January 31, 2017
Come to find out, the pain in my back that I thought was delayed shock was not. I had forgotten that I did some yoga stretches wayyyyyyyyyyy down deep. Now I believe these are what made my back go, "oh no you din't". I should have made the connection sooner, but did not. Larry got a call from his sister Mem. Mary is out of the hospital and doing very well. Phhheeewww! That was really a scare. Much more so for her I would wager.
Temps are in the 30's today, but due to go down the rest of the week. We could not go yesterday because we got to have Penny all day, as daycare was closed. She is such a dolly and full of Love and Joy. She is probably going to be our last grandchild, so lots of spoiling is on the way the next few years. Soon she, too, will be in school all day. That about breaks my heart, but we chose not to take care of her when we had a chance. We just can't do that anymore. We get way too stressed. That is about it. We did go to Jefferson this morning to pick up my Lorazapam script at the Doctors. I have not been using it for some time now because I had let the prescription run out. It was 5.00. We have to build up our deductible once again. Then we went to lunch at Subway. They are now weighing the meat, sheesh. Don't sell one extra ounce, whatever happens! grrrr. Then we went to the Dollar store, then Fareway, then home. We needed to get bags for Penny's presents. Her Birthday is Monday next week, and she and Lacey and I are going to Tea Thyme for a party! Can't wait! I hope we don't get Pam for our waitress. She was terrible to us the last time we went. I should have complained to Deb, but didn't. I have not seen Pam even in there since. So, maybe someone else complained. If you can't take the pressure, get out! Anyway, that was not the time to have it go wrong, because Jodee and Sydney were there too. We did not let it spoil the day, but it sure didn't help. We asked if we could have Sydney's hot chocolate in the fancy tea cups. You would think we asked her to perform a miracle or something! She said yes, but I have to charge you an add on fee. I KNOW Deb would have been mad if she knew that. As much as we go in there~?!
Anyway, back to telling good things.
Next time America, lol.
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