When a person gets to be my age, looking back through old high school yearbooks and old magazines is a great picker-upper. Reminiscing about the good ole days and laughing at all the silly fads and fashions.
I`ve noticed lately that a lot of them are coming back in style. Platform shoes have been around a couple of times, Capri pants. This blogging thing sorta reminds me of the Beatnik era. My grandmother used to say, “You might want to keep that, it might come back into style." She would have loved the yard sale generation, although I think she would have done more buying than selling. She raised 10 kids during The Great Depression, and knew what it really meant to hand down and recycle. She ripped up an old coat once, it was my mothers year before coat, mom bought a new one every year, and made one for me out of the material. It was just beautiful. What is now amazing to me is the fact that she made it with a treadle sewing machine. I find myself becoming more and more like her every year. I keep just about any and everything. Grandma`s words ring through as truth. Here is a great website for anyone who doesn`t have old yearbooks or old magazines and would like to look back and have a good laugh.
My heart goes out to the families of the victims of the terrorist attack on our country . It doesn`t seem like a year has gone by, but to them it must have seemed like a lifetime. I thank God that I was born in this great country, and not in a place that breeds such hatred that their young people want to travel thousands of miles and spend thousands of dollars to kill thousands of innocent people to show their loyalty to what they call God. Such a waste of life!! I cannot believe that a creating God, the author of life, would be pleased with such acts of destruction. I pity the families of the terrorists who committed this tragedy, for their loved ones are truly lost forever.
For the partner who hogs the covers every night, because he is not out with someone else.
For the mess to clean after a party, because it means that I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat. For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I am in the sunshine. For a lawn
that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing, because it means that I have a home. For all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means that we have freedom of speech. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation. For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm. For the phone that rings at inopportune times, because it means that I can hear. For the pile of laundry , because it means I have clothes to wear. For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day, because it means I have been capable of working hard. For the alarm that goes off early in the morning hours, because it means that I am alive. And finally. For too much email, because it means I have friends who are thinking of me. And when you think your life is so bad, read this again.
She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot. ~Mark Twain -"Following The Equator"
Sundee mornin to ya. Couldn`t resist that, my grandpa used to say that , never heard him say it any other day of the week, just on Sundays. He was a dirt farmer, born in Arkansas, right on the Madrid Fault line, moved to Oklahoma in the late 1920`s. he loved to read treasure mag`s and collect rocks. His big dream was to find a diamond someday, and sure enough he did. Found it in a creek bed, or, as he called it , a branch. He even sent it to the Smithsonian Institute to have it analyzed. They sent it back to him with a letter saying it was a bonified diamond. He was walking tall that day. It wasn`t worth anything, too small to cut and I think they said it was industrial quality. Didn`t matter to him, just the fact that he found it and it was a diamond was enough for him. He used to say that if a person was to read a set of encyclopedias they would have the equivalency of a college education. I ask him about dieing once and he told me that no one ever dies as long as someone remembers them, repeated his name to me and told me not to ever forget it and when he was gone to keep him alive in my heart. I repeat his name every now and then, just in case. Sundee morning to ya O.M. Akins....Ok I know it`s in the PM now but had this down earlier and am just now getting around to post.
Birthday boy had a great day and loved his spiderman cake. It`s great to be a grandma. Sissy, our bird, is a bit jealous but she deals with it. She`s a Quaker Parrot and is four years old. She`s a mean green flying machine. High in the pecking order and lets us know it. My husband often tells people that he lives in a bird cage.
posted by Linda 1:17 AM
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