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Son and Art in NYC Was Perfect

My son had his show in NYC  Curated by Peter Doig,  who by the way was so nice.  He likes Mike’s work with spray paint and that speaks volumes.  He is an Artist first so he gets what one puts into what they do,  you know the true passion for the medium in which you choose to create with.

Some other things happened yesterday about suppertime.  I walked in before even seeing Mike and introduced myself to his Mom you know the one I chose from the Couple Bio’s at the adoption agency.  To say she had no clue as to who I was is a understatement but as I said her name and reached my hand out and said my name the question on her face became a smile.

Two Mom’s meet for first time(he is 37 lol).  She then introduced me to her friend also an artist in her own right as well as a  dear family friend of theirs and then her husband,  Mike’s Dad and then came a chance to meet the daughter she had after adopting my son.  Then her son in law and two precious grandchildren.  She asked if Mike knew I was there and I assured her no,  that was the best part after not seeing him in five years and him being so close to us I had to come see him and his show.

Mike was down a hallway and as her and I began to walk towards him he looked up and was floored first by the fact I was there in person and second because both he and his Mom were side by side laughing.  We hugged and I leaned down to pat his sweet dog, who had also made the trip east while my little girl(JT) and her daddy were just steps away from all the action in our truck.  I had sent him in to let me know if my son had arrived yet and he came out and said boy had he changed since he had come to the house that day we first met,  he no longer looked like the man who had fathered him but now more like one of my brothers:) yes life is good!  So after we were done hugging I told him I was going outside so Ron could come in as JT was in the truck to which he replied “Let’s go!”  Now I felt bad as people were streaming in to look at Art and meet the Artist’s  and here he was looking to bail.  He hates shows,  he hates the spotlight on him though when asked questions I would swear he is at ease or maybe last night was different maybe by 2 worlds colliding because I was once enough brave enough to do what was right,  it helped him to smile.  I hope so and anything one can do for their child no matter how old they are you do right?  We talked and hugged and I met some of his friends as well.

We left home at 11 am and stopped in CT to see friends and let JT walk around and do her thing as we stretched out legs for the last leg of the trip.  The show was from 6 to 8 pm and we made it to the gallery at 5 and found a spot in the shade of the cities huge skyscrapers.  It was warm just 4+ hours from NH but nice.  I walked JT along the NYC streets for a change of pace as we had time to spare I hate being late to anything.

I would say the show was a success. As I said my goodbyes at 7:45 the place was packed.  People pumped on Art within the walls of White Columns Art Gallery on Horatio Street not far from the 9-11 Memorial, which many of you may have seen all over the TV the day before.  I had hoped to see the lights shining upward but they were not on when we got there even though night had fallen over this beautiful city, yes Boston is my home but NYC is a close second and even more special now.

Time for some lousy photos taken with phone inside the gallery should you fall in love with a piece and want to call it yours you can contact the gallery for details as I never thought to ask what the prices were.  He also does custom work so if you want to have something done by a Graffiti Artist and not on the side of your building, lol here is his email tierneypaints@yahoo.com.  Sorry for bragging but I do adore him and want him to be even more successful than even he can dream for himself.

Tetons Jackson Hole  WY

Tetons
Jackson Hole WY

Mike's Work

Graffiti Artist Mike Tierney's Work

Stunning work yes even if he was not my  son :)

Stunning work,  yes even if he was not my son :)

He loves adding flair to everyday objects :)

He loves adding flair to everyday objects :)

Hoped you loved the sample of his latest work,  I know we all did.

nutsfortreasure:

A beautiful record of ones child’s youth.

Originally posted on fox4kc.com:

Dutch filmmaker and artist, Frans Hofmeester, filmed his daughter every single week since the time of her birth. When she turned 14-years-old, Hofmeester created and recently revealed this time lapse video of her. Watch as she grows up, to music by Hollywood composer Mateo Messina, in only about four minuets. 

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nutsfortreasure:

His parents were two of my all time favorites, in fact still are and she had Ben and I had Mike, beautiful boys they are with just so much talent inside.

Originally posted on Live & Learn:


Ben Taylor , 37, is the son of James Taylor and Carly Simon.  Here’s a mash-up of his Father’s  Fire in Rain and Mother’s You’re So Vain .

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I wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas and for those who do not celebrate the birth of our Christ  a very Happy Holiday Season to you as well. 

I remember the days of our family home on Christmas morning.  We, the three of us children,  were so very lucky to have what was waiting under our tree, be it real or the metal one with that colorful wheel.  We never knew of the struggle or the monies spent for months to follow, to pay for it all. Life is simple through the eyes of a child or that is how it seemed when I was a kid. I was blessed with a Mom and Dad. A roof over our heads and a wonderful feast laid out on the kitchen table. 

For many years Thanksgiving was spent up here in New Hampshire with my Mother’s side of the family where all would come together as one and give thanks for what we had.  Back then I never gave thought of what others went through to pull it off.  They worked hard each and every day and lived within their means.  We had mini Christmas  that weekend as well because usually Dad would take us to his parents house for Christmas school break.

Dad worked all day and then worked on the car he would load up with presents which we never knew were ours, see what I mean about simple times. We were children who spent the days outside playing after school never giving a thought as too what the parents had going on.  No wonder they were stressed, I see that now. The car was packed with gifts for grandparents and us then in went all the clothes we would all need for a road trip to Nana and Grandpa’s.  You see I have since learned by trucking it was 660 miles each way.  With three rambunctious children and our dog Teddy. We made this journey from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania most Christmas holidays. Maybe that is where I found the love for the road.  Staying awake with Daddy driving in the middle of what I now know was blizzards, helping him keep track of the white line on the edge of the road.  He had his whole family with him in our old car with a piece of plywood on the folded down seat for us all to sleep.  Daddy never did and I am sure Mom tried to always stay awake so Daddy could as she was his company, on this journey.  So today with the saved tree from the dump with no gifts under it, I remain thankful for all I have ever had for it is more than many others never did. 

With Daddy gone and grandparents too as well as all but two Aunts and 2 Uncles my family now three brothers and my Mom, we no longer have those times together.  That is what I miss the most as this holiday nears FAMILY. 

Today I am thankful and grateful for all of you I follow and to those who follow me, for we are a family of sorts.  Sharing joy and happiness. Wonderful things to bake and make. We are there as well when sadness hurts so bad.  Thanks everyone for yet another year spent with you.

Peace On Earth Good Will To Men

 

XO

 

Originally posted on Live & Learn:


20 October 1944
US Army Air Force Base
Italy

Dear Son:

I hoped I would never write this to you.  In a little less than an hour, I’ll be strapping myself into my old plane and pointing my nose westward.  I’ve seen the orders.  I think it will be for the last time.  And, so, suddenly I find my life stripped away, like the branches of an old, black tree.  All that matters is that I write this to you.

I know that you won’t remember me.  Not really. When I spent three days with you last year when you were 6 months old, and although you can’t yet understand it, I loved you more then than you might imagine loving anybody right now.

Now listen to me.  This Life, know that it is precious.  You’ve got to grasp it, every little whiff of it that passes by you. It…

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Daily Post: Release Me/Life

Looking backing over my time here on WordPress it is clearly been a journey.
I have laughed and cried. I have shared ugly pictures and ones a little better. I have grown in ways I never thought possible.  Who knew sitting down at the computer and choosing a name for my blog,  would be the start to such a change in who I would become.  At first hesitant till I learned my way around. Then meeting people from all walks of life who shared their world.  Some take pretty photos that helped inspire me to shoot better each day. Some wrote poetry and invited me to join them though I floundered sadly there but I did make attempts, pushing myself out of my comfort zone.  Others shared their lives. The day-to-day goings on. Farming, cooking, travel some I knew a little bit about others opened my eyes  through their words or photos.

So back to the point of this challenge, Release Me. and it would have to be this post
Sharing the story of my decision  so long ago.

http://nutsfortreasure.wordpress.com/2013/02/18/the-day-has-come-to-share-a-little-more/

I am glad I wrote it and even more so for living it.  I am blessed for all I had and have and just over a month after that post I was clearly on my way to heal and let go at the retreat he had suggested.

So opening up and sharing this blog with the ones who would ultimately  decide in their own minds if I was awful or kind  was very hard but on the other hand I  always knew in my heart I made the decision for him and I could handle anything,  like sharing it with you.

nutsfortreasure:

It will not take long to play and read along

Originally posted on Ramblings From A Mum:

Whilst looking up songs for my homework, I came upon this… PLEASE…. read these words…

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Been sad and hurt for too long.

Was told by a child I had placed for adoption,  to go away,  as he had done to find peace and love within again.

I had never meditated before and yes I was worried but I also knew deep inside something had to change.

It was time for me to finally be whole.  So I booked by 10 day stay and in the following months while I waited for my day to

come to take the first step,  there were so many days I thought I would cancel but I did not.

I went away from home for the first time all alone.

I took an oath of silence.

I learned how to meditate.

I learned that I was really strong not broken as I had thought.

Over those ten days away I meditated in silence,  for 100 hours.  Yes it was hard.  Was it worth it,  hell yes. A million times YES.

 

This trip into the unknown world of Meditation was scary but amazing as well.

I will never be lost again.

I will go within and see all is well.

Life can be so very hard and so many could use this outlet to find peace and happiness.

My son and I agree after having both learned to go within,  that so many could benefit from learning how to meditate

starting with small children.  When I went to school in 1963 there was a time each day we laid our heads on our desk to take

a rest from the stress of learning,  had we been taught the simple act of Meditation in the first grade maybe just maybe

we would could have had a world full of PEACE or a lot less pain.

Namate

You asked if there were someone we would not want to read our blog and immediately I thought of my son.

Yes I do not mind if he looks at all the pretty photographs and all of your posts I have re-blogged.

Why I want him to KEEP OUT is I do not want him to know how much pain I used to be in.  See it is key that he gets to see

how very happy I am today.

Happiness spreads Joy and  Sadness spreads Pain.

We are both to BE HAPPY for the rest of our days.

So Keep Out

Mike

BE HAPPY!

It was 1976 and I was given money for an abortion. I chose adoption.
Had I kept my child how my life would have been so much better but clearly so different.
Had I kept him with me as I had really wanted,  I would have smiled every day.
I never would have shed tears for 32 years.   I never would have married the evil man I did.   I never would live  where I do now.  I never would have learned all the things in life I needed to learn,  about people and how they really are.

It would have been hard yes. I would have been an awesome Mommy to him.  See I was not that strong back then I had no idea that giving him to a family who would adore him showed really how strong I was.  I just never thought I could do it on my own and give him everything a child deserved.

So had I taken that road I would have done great.  I never would have known you all and be able to share him all with you.  Thirty two years after kissing him goodbye I was saying hello to him and starting a different journey,  in fact down yet another road.  Who knows where this one will take us but he is just like me so I think it will be FUN.

It was 1963 and I was seven.  We had moved to the suburbs from the city as so many did but I was just a little over four then.

I swear I can remember walking down the street we would be moving to and looking at the few homes that were already up for buyers to pick from.

We went up to the house on the hill and it had a HUGE  frog inside we wanted THAT HOUSE,  me and my little brother.

Mom and Dad decided up by the busy road was not the house for us so we were going to live in the first house as you started down the dead-end road.  It was a dirt road still with 4 homes ready for families and we got number ONE!

The woods  behind the house were off-limits to a 4-year-old and a two-year old and Mom was going to have number 3 soon,  so she could not run after us.

I guess  I was about seven when I first ventured into those woods,  behind our family home,.  There  a stream that ran alongside our property out in the forest. Mom took us three out to pick wild Blueberries.  High bush type so she picked the most and we carried the containers.  It was so beautiful out back  I never wanted to go back to the house.

Mom still lives in that home and when we  lost Dad eight years ago to Cancer,  I found out that when he was not there I didn’t want to be either,  just wasn’t the same but I did go back because Mom is there and I once again stepped back into those woods  and began to cut back the growth on the other side of her  fenced property. See they had fenced it off to keep us in.  Scary things can happen to children in the woods all alone,  though somehow we never quite believed them.  Boy that huge forest I remember so fondly as a little girl is really just a silly half-acre but it used to be HUGE!

I remember  a day so long ago ,  running back to the house with an armful of Lady Slippers for Mom,  oh how I loved these blooms that loved the dark,   damp  wooded areas.  She saw how pretty they were but insisted I should NEVER pick them again as I would be ARRESTED!  They had a law for that,  can you imagine being so young and loving the woods as I did and being told to be good.  My poor Mom had her hands full!

So yes I love the country as it is truly a part of me.  I never pick the flowers instead I  grow so many in my yard as I can  and capture all the wild ones  with a camera.

I never wear shoes from spring to fall  ( well unless I leave the yard) just like when I was seven boy did that make Mom mad,  she said it made her look like a BAD MOM.. I say it  made her look like a Mom who loved to see her kids happy and free to experience all the wonders of the world,  well until I stepped on that bee!

So my home here in New England has a stream for one side of my property line too  and tons of deep woods( over a couple hundred acres)  with many wildflowers and insects , wildlife too.

The city is Grand don’t get me wrong. I spent 27 years driving a big rig through each of our nations cities. Eighty feet long and at times longer and did it like it was second nature to me but come the end of a trip or the end of a sixteen hour day it was back to the woods for me,  as I have always adored nature it seems,  well for the last 50 years to be certain.

Here is my piece of the forest , well this year maybe closer to a JUNGLE with all this rain

lower yard

What a horrible night.
Beautiful towns covered by swat teams, one of the bombers is now dead but so is a MIT school officer.

Long night of terror for many I pray it ends TODAY

Two angry men bombs, guns, grenades WHY

Makes you wonder why so many flee from their homelands and flock here. It is not the America I knew as a little girl and it is very sad.

Praying for the people just 50 miles from me and America as well.

All trains, buses shut down. Businesses now closed people told to stay in their basements pray for us that this will end without another life being taken.

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UPDATE the WHOLE CITY OF BOSTON IS SHUT DOWN!

No Taxis, autos, trucks everyone to stay in their homes and wait till he is caught.

He ran over his own brother when fleeing the shootout so no one is safe

This is CRAZY

Say prayers please one cop dead one injured is on in early 30’s and with a small infant :(  so sad

Woman with infant now in police car being questioned girlfriend or sister.

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Suspect bloody and in custody AMEN

Another Soul Lost

This is what I was saying in my post Why?
It is happening more than most of you will ever know
I drove a school bus and you would be shocked.
So when your child or your siblings child acts like this speak up offer support and help them GET HELP or this will never end and will surly get so much worse.

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Eunice

Written by Liza Long, republished from The Blue Review

Friday’s horrific national tragedy — the murder of 20 children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut — has ignited a new discussion on violence in America. In kitchens and coffee shops across the country, we tearfully debate the many faces of violence in America: gun culture, media violence, lack of mental health services, overt and covert wars abroad, religion, politics and the way we raise our children. Liza Long, a writer based in Boise, says it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness.

Three days before 20 year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year old son Michael (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pants.

“I can wear these pants,” he said, his tone increasingly belligerent, the black-hole pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue irises.

“They are navy blue,” I told him. “Your school’s dress code says black or khaki pants only.”

“They told me I could wear these,” he insisted. “You’re a stupid bitch. I can wear whatever pants I want to. This is America. I have rights!”

“You can’t wear whatever pants you want to,” I said, my tone affable, reasonable. “And you definitely cannot call me a stupid bitch. You’re grounded from electronics for the rest of the day. Now get in the car, and I will take you to school.”

I live with a son who is mentally ill. I love my son. But he terrifies me.

A few weeks ago, Michael pulled a knife and threatened to kill me and then himself after I asked him to return his overdue library books. His 7 and 9-year-old siblings knew the safety plan — they ran to the car and locked the doors before I even asked them to. I managed to get the knife from Michael, then methodically collected all the sharp objects in the house into a single Tupperware container that now travels with me. Through it all, he continued to scream insults at me and threaten to kill or hurt me.

That conflict ended with three burly police officers and a paramedic wrestling my son onto a gurney for an expensive ambulance ride to the local emergency room. The mental hospital didn’t have any beds that day, and Michael calmed down nicely in the ER, so they sent us home with a prescription for Zyprexa and a follow-up visit with a local pediatric psychiatrist.

We still don’t know what’s wrong with Michael. Autism spectrum, ADHD,  Oppositional Defiant or Intermittent Explosive Disorder have all been tossed around at various meetings with probation officers and social workers and counselors and teachers and school administrators. He’s been on a slew of antipsychotic and mood altering pharmaceuticals, a Russian novel of behavioral plans. Nothing seems to work.

At the start of seventh grade, Michael was accepted to an accelerated program for highly gifted math and science students. His IQ is off the charts. When he’s in a good mood, he will gladly bend your ear on subjects ranging from Greek mythology to the differences between Einsteinian and Newtonian physics to Doctor Who. He’s in a good mood most of the time. But when he’s not, watch out. And it’s impossible to predict what will set him off.

Several weeks into his new junior high school, Michael began exhibiting increasingly odd and threatening behaviors at school. We decided to transfer him to the district’s most restrictive behavioral program, a contained school environment where children who can’t function in normal classrooms can access their right to free public babysitting from 7:30-1:50 Monday through Friday until they turn 18.

The morning of the pants incident, Michael continued to argue with me on the drive. He would occasionally apologize and seem remorseful. Right before we turned into his school parking lot, he said, “Look, Mom, I’m really sorry. Can I have video games back today?”

“No way,” I told him. “You cannot act the way you acted this morning and think you can get your electronic privileges back that quickly.”

His face turned cold, and his eyes were full of calculated rage. “Then I’m going to kill myself,” he said. “I’m going to jump out of this car right now and kill myself.”

That was it. After the knife incident, I told him that if he ever said those words again, I would take him straight to the mental hospital, no ifs, ands, or buts. I did not respond, except to pull the car into the opposite lane, turning left instead of right.
“Where are you taking me?” he said, suddenly worried. “Where are we going?”

“You know where we are going,” I replied.

“No! You can’t do that to me! You’re sending me to hell! You’re sending me straight to hell!”

I pulled up in front of the hospital, frantically waiving for one of the clinicians who happened to be standing outside. “Call the police,” I said. “Hurry.”

Michael was in a full-blown fit by then, screaming and hitting. I hugged him close so he couldn’t escape from the car. He bit me several times and repeatedly jabbed his elbows into my rib cage. I’m still stronger than he is, but I won’t be for much longer.
The police came quickly and carried my son screaming and kicking into the bowels of the hospital. I started to shake, and tears filled my eyes as I filled out the paperwork — “Were there any difficulties with… at what age did your child… were there any problems with.. has your child ever experienced.. does your child have…”

At least we have health insurance now. I recently accepted a position with a local college, giving up my freelance career because when you have a kid like this, you need benefits. You’ll do anything for benefits. No individual insurance plan will cover this kind of thing.

For days, my son insisted that I was lying — that I made the whole thing up so that I could get rid of him. The first day, when I called to check up on him, he said, “I hate you. And I’m going to get my revenge as soon as I get out of here.”

By day three, he was my calm, sweet boy again, all apologies and promises to get better. I’ve heard those promises for years. I don’t believe them anymore.

On the intake form, under the question, “What are your expectations for treatment?” I wrote, “I need help.”

And I do. This problem is too big for me to handle on my own. Sometimes there are no good options. So you just pray for grace and trust that in hindsight, it will all make sense.

I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanza’s mother. I am Dylan Klebold’s and Eric Harris’s mother. I am Jason Holmes’s mother. I am Jared Loughner’s mother. I am Seung-Hui Cho’s mother. And these boys—and their mothers—need help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness.

According to Mother Jones, since 1982, 61 mass murders involving firearms have occurred throughout the country. Of these, 43 of the killers were white males, and only one was a woman. Mother Jones focused on whether the killers obtained their guns legally (most did). But this highly visible sign of mental illness should lead us to consider how many people in the U.S. live in fear, like I do.

When I asked my son’s social worker about my options, he said that the only thing I could do was to get Michael charged with a crime. “If he’s back in the system, they’ll create a paper trail,” he said. “That’s the only way you’re ever going to get anything done. No one will pay attention to you unless you’ve got charges.”

I don’t believe my son belongs in jail. The chaotic environment exacerbates Michael’s sensitivity to sensory stimuli and doesn’t deal with the underlying pathology. But it seems like the United States is using prison as the solution of choice for mentally ill people. According to Human Rights Watch, the number of mentally ill inmates in U.S. prisons quadrupled from 2000 to 2006, and it continues to rise — in fact, the rate of inmate mental illness is five times greater (56 percent) than in the non-incarcerated population.

With state-run treatment centers and hospitals shuttered, prison is now the last resort for the mentally ill — Rikers Island, the LA County Jail and Cook County Jail in Illinois housed the nation’s largest treatment centers in 2011.

No one wants to send a 13-year old genius who loves Harry Potter and his snuggle animal collection to jail. But our society, with its stigma on mental illness and its broken healthcare system, does not provide us with other options. Then another tortured soul shoots up a fast food restaurant. A mall. A kindergarten classroom. And we wring our hands and say, “Something must be done.”

I agree that something must be done. It’s time for a meaningful, nation-wide conversation about mental health. That’s the only way our nation can ever truly heal.

God help me. God help Michael. God help us all.

(Originally published at The Anarchist Soccer Mom.)

 

WHY? Will Always Be The Question

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Today we will walk the shore before the snow moves in and covers this beautiful seaside landscape but with an ocean storm soon to brew,  we will be back next week with both metal detectors to see what has been thrown up upon the sand.

Our hearts are broken with all the senseless killing of adults and children here in New England as well as all over this world we live in. This family lived less than five miles from me until just over 10 years ago.  There had to be warning signals. I see them in children of friends and no one ever seems to say a word.  I am one who speaks up and then pulls away when the correct thing is not done,  though if something as horrible as a plot was known to me I would say something but would authorities interfere?

I own guns, I have been trained in the use of them and would never hesitate to protect someone from being killed, by someone who meant them harm.  I am not evil, my gun is not evil but sadly not all who are allowed to PLAY WITH GUNS, SHOULD.

So as you go about your daily lives judging or just keeping your mouths shut for fear of hurting someones feelings or even just minding your OWN BUSINESS,  know that by closing yours eyes to the obvious you are in fact perpetuating evil,  ever so small it may be at the time.  I see how children treat their parents I am sure you have too or how they treat animals and even strangers.  We all have seen this.  I decided a long time ago I would give up my life to protect someone from loosing theirs,  it is just who I am. I will not walk by as someone is mistreating another human or animal they are supposed to love and respect.  I will say something for the person or animal unable to SPEAK UP for themselves.

The poor families from this recent mass murder now face a lifetime without their babies and for those who just went to work at that school who lost their lives they leave families behind left to ask WHY?

Please say a prayer for them and your loved ones as you never know when true evil will walk in on them

Our Bus Stop

Me starting 1st Grade

 

 

Front row Middle girl yes that’s me.

Mom got me all dressed up and walked me to the top of the street.

The rest of the kids from the neighborhood where there too.  Not sure if my Mom was the only one to take photos but I can tell the sun was in my eyes.   Didn’t we all look like we were eager to attend. The real photo she should have concentrated on getting was the last day I attended SCHOOL,  now that was the most important day!

My best friend was in the back row standing next to a boy.  She moved here from the deep south Georgia and Alabama .  We were best of friends instantly.  We did everything together. She would come places with my family like to Zoos and Parks and I would go with her family to the Ocean.  The place I always went with them to,  is still my very favorite section even though storms have destroyed so much of what was so beautiful.

We had one TV,  a Black and White for years.  We also got to play after supper,  under the one street light, which happened to be right in front of our house. We played kickball and dodge ball life was good.

Out of all the years Cathy and I  attended school together we were only in one class together,  eighth grade math.  By then we liked boys though neither of us were allowed to date.  Boys would come over and sit around and listen to music with us but no dating.

When we went to high school we parted ways she went to the local high school in town and took college courses

while I took a test to be accepted to the new School in town.  Vocational/Technical High School that had students from five towns attending.  It was a beautiful school and I met so many wonderful people and you know most of our small class of 1974 is on my Facebook Friend list.  I think this speaks volumes of the times and the families.  We came from hard working,  Blue collar workers with one car,  3 kids and a dog and no divorces.

I never asked if we were rich or poor I never went without supper unless I refused to eat what Mom cooked.  Remember the dog, he would eat ANYTHING, he was our best friend at the dinner table till Mom caught on and tied him outside while we ate. We tried to always finish supper no mater how much we hated Lima Bean Soup so we could have dessert remember she was a great baker, her cakes and pastries were the best tasting.

We were allowed to go out after breakfast and not return till lunch you see we lived on a dead-end road with just 15 houses on it and all our other friends lived in the other houses with their brothers and sisters.  We were never inside unless it was raining. We always played at each others houses.  The Mother’s we always home. I can only remember two times I actually had a babysitter well till I turned eleven and became one.  I babysit my brothers, I had 3 of them and then babysit for a family with 8 children and a family with two of the sweetest little girls.  I made enough money babysitting and  always bought family gifts at Christmas but put mine and my brothers names on them for our parents.

So many things happened on this dead-end street where I grew up.  I loved this place so much I never wanted to grow up. It was a place where many memories, that will last a lifetime, were made.

 

We attended a PUMPKIN Stroll

The recreation department in our town held their  Third Annual PUMPKIN STROLL

The children came in beautiful costumes

They brought Carved Pumpkins for the contest

Vendors set up tables  with items for sale but they all had candy to pass out to the children  who also were Trick or Treating(dress rehearsal for the 31st)

We had a table with lots of candy as well and our raffle items for the Garden Club fundraising effort.

We donated 3  house plants for the Recreational Departments SILENT AUCTION for the many things they do for the towns Children

Have a look, after the heavy rains all night we were blessed with a beautiful day!

 

 

Watson

Watson

 

 

Third Annual Pumpkin Stroll

Pumpkins for the contest!

 

 

 

Epping Pumpkin Stroll

Vendors came to sell their wares

 

 

 

Setting Up

Setting up her booth

 

 

 

COSTUMES

 

 

 

WHERE FIRST?

 

 

Two More for the JUDGES

 

 

BATMAN ROCKED!

Batman Rocked!

 

 

Hallowen Costumes

Safe Place for Children

 

 

 

Carved Batman

 

 

 

Haunted House

Haunted House

 

FAMILIES

Children Ready

 

 

WONDER WOMAN

Wonder Woman Carving

 

 

 

Candle Light

Evening Ends

 

Thanks for coming on the Pumpkin Stoll with me

I really rushed photos and didn’t use a tripod as you can tell

I had to dash quickly as we had our table set up with a TV for a raffle prize

Goodbye till next year!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Picking Wildflowers

nutsfortreasure:

poem well sort of :)

Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:

MIA in 2011

Picking Wildflowers

 

We went for a hike while camping for the week

The hill was long

Our legs felt weak

These flowers sway in the breeze on stalks so strong

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Berries Were Just as Sweet

Strawberries

Looking for good ones

 

 

 

 

REST

They were too good to not SAMPLE

 

 

 

 

HER TAKE!

Checking out her hard work

 

 

nutsfortreasure:

Death Grip lol but so young and so GOOD

Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:

My Mom, her great-grandmother, a cake decorator for years giving a 5 yr old a lesson she will not soon forget.

You said funny shot of a CHILD what is funny here for me is the

DEATH GRIP she has on the Pastry Bag!

Like my Mom she is AMAZING this is her first attempt!

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Doll Carriage Parade

This was me as a young girl. (Yes me who turned out to be a tractor trailer driver).

Mom helped me get all dressed up, she even made an outfit like mine for my doll Crissy..

She also did up my doll’s carriage to match our outfits.  Crepe Paper is AMAZING!

 

There was going to be a parade!

 

We had just 15 homes on our dead end road and most had  2 to 5 children in each.

The girls pushed their decorated carriages and the boys made their bikes look better with baseball cards in the

spokes, .which made a noise that made them feel special and wild.

Kids from others streets who played at the end of our road could also come and join in.

 

I got a ribbon for all of Mom’s hard work but I will never forget some of the others and how they came.

 

Such fond memories of days like this.  Where did those days go for the children of today.?  They are so busy doing

so many different things, that they no longer know how to relax and play and enjoy their youth.  They need no

imagination.

 

  I do not know how others feel but I miss the simple things in life for them.  A Mom and Dad and siblings

all living under the same roof and sitting down to supper together..

 

Yes we did not have Xbox’s, TV’s in each room, phones pressed to our ears or for that matter  much of today’s

trappings, what we had was FUN and LOVE or maybe it was just my house.

 

I am glad I lived back then, as it has made me the woman I am today..

GRATEFUL.

 

 

 

 

Children of the world

Where I stand is for the children of the world.

I think we should always keep them safe.
I think we should teach them what we know.
I think they have their own voice and it should be heard.
I think they matter.
This little girl matters to me.
I love her so much, it is plain to see.
My Mom was passing down what she knows, to her Great Granddaughter, even though her grandson has no contact
with his Grandmother. Life is hard, families apart more often than
as one.
Family life for so many is not the same as when I was a child.
I will never regret the time I spent with my great niece and what I have taught her.
Children have ALWAYS been the FUTURE, put in LOVE and
receive LOVE back.

Peace

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As January comes to an end

Jan 28th already, where did this month go, our first of  twelve in this new year of ours.

It is my Step Son’s birthday as well as a day this country will never forget or the people lost when the Space Program lost its ship and special people with in.  Always good to remember there are worse things in this world when you are feeling down with the world’s pressure’s on you.

I have been working a lot on me.  Finally I am putting myself up front and learning new things
to add to all I already know.  I started Yoga last week, ouch must not be so hungry to learn something new, with this painful body of mine. Weight Watchers is going good, I try to lose 2 pounds each week. Beading, Fusing and lamp working keep me sane, and you all know how much I love Ron and our beautiful female Border Collie JT, our kitty too!

I have been trying to come up with color combinations others would like, when I was given just the right words from a woman I just met, she said “Make what YOU LOVE and they will like it!”.  How insightful to hear what comes from within me, others may enjoy.  I will NEVER be too OLD to learn something new!

When I take my camera on a walk with me, I never know what it is that will catch my eye and want to make a memory I can look back on.  I never took photos with a purpose in mind except to catch a part of my beautiful day.  Now after hearing over and over that I really should do something with my photos, I will add this to new things I will try.  I will pour over my photos, which always makes me happy, and find ones to number and put out there for others.  For a very long time, as others pushed me gently, I always wondered why would anyone want one of my photos in their home or office?  I have always admired other’s work but never have I been drawn enough to put someone else photography on my walls, for the longest time I never chose to surround myself with my own, this has to mean something, I am sure.  So as you go about your summer and you stop in different shops may you think differently about those cards someone locally has decided to share with the rest of the world, for it is a scary place out there to place yourself.  I will spend this spring looking for used wooden picture frames, the nastier the better!  I will sand them, add little touches of me to them and add one of my numbered photos into each one.  I have thought long and hard over this for 45 years and when Facebook came along it opened a door where I could POST a photo of what I did and immediately be told by you that you LIKED IT! Thank You to each of you who thought enough of me or the photo to click LIKE or add a comment,  I have a problem with hundreds of any one of my photos being out there so I will have to decide on a number  for each print.  Never really knew why I loved them so much, now I know it is because they are personal, a part of a place I had been.  I do a lot of photography along our countries coastline, wooded trails and of course flowers and animals so I think rustic frames of all sizes and maybe colors will fade so the photo comes to life a little more, I guess I am now realizing why I do not really display them here, I dislike gilded, cheap wood or plastic frames.  So I will be hunting along roadsides, the dump(Ron will love that part)thrift stores and yard sales, and if you come across any please let me know. Fifty cents to five dollars I will do the work to save them and then I can keep the cost down on what I will charge for one of my pieces.  I love to re purpose everything!  I hate waste, funny since I used to be a TRASH HAULER, yes in those huge, stinky trailers you may have got stuck behind a time or two.  I guess from the time I was a little girl and saw my Dad save items from the local streets or the town landfill, I got it!  Mom never did though which probably made me love it even more!  Thank you in advance for any you let me know about!

Sorry this BLOG went so long, just took on a life of its own!

When you see me there will be less of me but in reality so much more of who I used to be.   I miss that girl but life has given me such a gift.   I must push from the darkness and show that side of me,  again.

Thanks again for all you do even when you don’t even know it.

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