Tag Archive: Family


In The Old Days We Travelled By Foot

In The Old Days We Travelled By Foot, no wonder we all got to grandma’s house on time, for family gatherings.

Family and friends now live with so many miles between they must travel by air and rail as well as packing up the family car. No wonder today in the United States has become a day of nightmares for all even if you are just making the dinner, you begin to worry about all of them travelling to you.

Today will be one of epic weather events up and down the east coast,  in fact I am not even sure of any other disastrous  weather  across the US as we are just getting bombarded with news of doom and gloom and traffic nightmares.  Is it too late to hope for it to stay out to sea :)

I am hoping you all have a wonderful day tomorrow either at work or with family and maybe you will watch football and nap after the huge meal or go shopping for all the deals each store is trying to out do the others with, for your hard earned buck just please stay safe out there,  I do not have to tell you it is crazy out there.

We will clear most of what we get for snow tonight so we can get out of our yard by mid day and travel not so far to my brothers home for just a few hours of laughter and fun with family.  I made fresh cranberry sauce with a zip.  I stuffed the butternut squash and mushrooms no green bean casserole for this girl.  I made a hot artichoke and spinach dip that is so very cheesy not sure I will have room for the BIRD!

Tomorrow I hope to be the start of a new family tradition of loving and forgiving one another for being human with our own heartache and pain and know that life is worth fighting for and that family is all we truly have.  We all have faults and problems of our own and you know what it comes down to the miles in between.  No longer sitting around each others tables and seeing what each other are going through on a day to day basis makes misunderstandings more probable.

Cal your family and tell them you love them very much.  Swing by if they are close enough and give them a really good hug.
I swear if after 10 years I have been invited to be apart of my once loving family before Dad died anything is possible.

Keep the faith!

Should you find yourself alone stop at a shelter to help feed the people who have lost their way and families or go to a local hospital and spread some love and tell some stories and watch the difference one person can truly make, what ever you do please do not spend your day alone dwelling on what others have done to you.  That would be better than any turkey dinner.

Peace and Love to each of you and a big hug too!

Travelling by foot is the easy way

Travelling by foot is the easy way

Filling The Gray Space With Color

Hi Everyone!

Surgery went OK and the patient came home the next day but has had a horrible headache since so we will see the doctor in a few hours to find out why.  Seeing the doctor 6 days before his appointment is not really a great sign but I would rather be safe then sorry.  OH wait it is HIM lol but he makes ME :)

As you can see by my re-blogs here from my art blog I have stayed busy and upbeat since the last of the colored leaves are falling with this horrid wind.  I swear I will not complain too much with what I see just 6 hours west of me.

Trying to catch up little by little on all of your spots here in the blogosphere nice seeing what you are up to.

Will being having a Thanksgiving with Mom and my brother which has not been done for 10 years so you know I am happily planning on what goodies I can bring to the table to celebrate together seems just good enough for me.  Can we kiss and make up I pray that is in the cards.  The day for me will be all about giving thanks as it should be.

For all of you in the States and great sides you think maybe different but perfect for my first foray into the family fold again :)
I will make my spicy Cranberry sauce for sure as we love a little heat as does my baby brother.

I have been a painting fool to say the least and add a few now and then into my online stores to be used as a print of phone skins and even baby clothes :)  you can follow my Facebook page at Folsom Mill Studio if you need to be flooded by color.

As the days get gray in color here and we wait for the first big dump of snow I will just add water and mix my colors well and fill the days with COLOR and good will for mankind.

Please take care of yourselves and those you adore.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving if I get busy and can not pop in before next week.

HUGS

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.

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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.

My First Class Was A Blast!

I signed up for a free, 6 or 8 week class, presented by a local newspaper here in New Hampshire. It is about writing  Memoirs.

My story.

It is about TRUTH ( though the publisher of Million Little Pieces could fill you in on more of that)

Our first homework is to write a piece on a harrowing experience lol how do I choose?  We could also do it on a person we had a relationship of some kind with and how that changed us.  Both tough for me as most of my long time followers know.

She went around and asked us to say why we were there and who we are.  There was a 83 year old man who said he came as he would like to tell the story of his family in a fun and lively way I can only hope I make it to that age and have his spunk :)

There was another who had written lots of poetry and was interested in this writing form.  The lady on my right new our teacher and she was not sure if she wanted some day to write a novel, autobiography or memoir but she was all in. I said I was there to learn the art of telling a sad story and capturing the reader and in the end finding joy in the read :) I am always looking for the Happy Ending.  The woman to my left has many amazing stories to tell as she has also lived a life such as mine full of very colorful people. The next lady wrote on her laptop the whole time in class maybe she will write of her day in class as I am :)  The last student that arrived a half hour late was close to the other man’s age and seemed to have the same intent leaving a story for those in his family who followed so the story of who they all were would not be lost.  I want that too but that will be in a different form I think but this class will teach me a way to keep the reader engaged  as they flip the pages of a book I hope to write you know the type old photos, family stories and recipes passed down through the ages.  No war stories for me as sadly I fought a long war and it left me broken but here.  So yes I had fun and I came home to quickly write three pieces that we will read aloud and discuss so we can learn what to do to make them better.  Here on my blog it is easy I am talking to friends.

Now comes the good part she says to me “Eunice you have some extra homework I want you to read Liars Club” lol maybe she didn’t believe me :)  Have you read it?  Is it good?  I must head to the library and see if they have it and hope I can get through it to the end by next Wed. night.

Have a great weekend

I am off to see my son tomorrow and sadly mom has bowed out from the drive down she is just not feeling well with all her medical issues I am sad but OK and he doesn’t know I am going so he will not be disappointed in no meeting her.

I will shoot video of his show and bore you all with too many photos I am sure :)

I will also be down the street from the 9-11 Memorial in NYC and maybe as I leave the city for home I can see the lights in the night sky.  I continue to pray for Peace around the world and for countries to get along but after the speech last night I am even more scared of the future for our people and the babies coming into the world today.

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Me again, yes the birth mom of a very smart and oh so talented guy.  He has put his nose to the grindstone as they say and has made a connection with a very important person in the art world.  Anyone who has seen what he can do with a spray can, will not be surprised that he is making it once again into the big time,  NEW YORK CITY.

He was there once for a charity auction, one painting on the wall making a huge statement and bringing in so much more money than he ever dared to dream.  They had to give him a exhibition :)  This one is being curated by a man by the name of Peter Doig have you heard of him and the records he set with the sale of a painting titled “White Canoe” never mind the rest of his body of work.  My hope is he is a good man with only Mike’s best interest at heart.  From what I have read about Mr. Doig  I am sure he will be in great hands but moms worry and most only want the very best for their child, don’t they.  So yes I am so very proud of him and all the years he has worked hard to get noticed and now he has made it to the ultimate place to be seen, NYC!

So if you are free on Friday,  September 12 and are in the neighborhood of White Columns Art Gallery please stop in for his Exhibit Opening from 6 to 8 pm.  I will add the link to gallery page for the dates his works of art will be shown with them.
I wish him the very best and a wonderful showing!  Yes he has had plenty out in JH WY with all of the friends and locals there but NYC and say London are the place to be!
Blow Their Minds Mike!

http://www.whitecolumns.org/sections/exhibition.php?id=1326
Thanks for letting me brag about him

xo

First week of June is gone

Just finished catching up with over 300 more blog posts :)  I am trying but life seems to keep me from doing what I love to do a lot of the time so trying to relax and enjoy a nice Sunday night with all your pretty words and pictures.  WOW so many and I thought I was prolific :)

We are all fine yes even Mom though she is causing us to turn grey and I have none!  She is independent I know that doesn’t surprise any of you who know who I am.  She has a list though of things she can do and a bigger list of NO GO!  seems she has lost them in her hurry to get strong for us. 

Reality is no setting in watching my Mom age is not going to be easy for me not saying it should be but if only she would just kick back and relax so we can :(  she says she will just scrape this one off really is that how cancer is remove last piece took 8 stitches :(  Where your sunscreen!  I bought my first bottle in a lifetime and being blonde blue eyed you know I was looking for trouble maybe she can scrape away wrinkles too :)

I have painted and planted in between time with Mom some photos too if you follow me on Facebook or G+ I am sure you have seen them as I post easy from phone for family and friends to see but I will add a couple here for you to see :)

Hope you are all well

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Now the next one is of my cat who is 13 I think she is pretending to be TAKE OUT!  I brought this box home with some annuals and she sleeps in it all the time we are out side :)

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I will take her cat the same age as mine to the vet tomorrow after I take mine first thing in AM mine comes outside with us and hers got just Mother’s day on a leash though now he is always trying to get outside we created a MONSTER :)

JT hates summer being Black and all so we play in early morning outside and evening what’s one more bite mark on me.  I have had over 40 ticks and my man the same but the dog had one and the cat 4 looks like we should try Frontline too!  I even had to take a one time dose for tick bites.  The lawn has been mowed 5 times so far and really just to keep the Lyme carrying ticks at bay. 

I saw a few butterflies whip through the yard but not enough in bloom to keep them here lots of rain and cool temps till this week has stalled things a bit.

The yard is filling in nicely,  birds  are loving the place and all the food the bears have left for them to devour

They found more cancer on my face last week really I am the one finding them anyone need a free cancer screening for basil cell :(

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Almost June

Just checking in and reading blogs I follow adding a like to say I have Been There!
I have been busy as always here in thee yard then again not as busy as when I am putting in a huge garden this year they are growing in pots as I did not know how surgery would go. No longer do I set myself up for disappointment yes I can still find myself there but not of my doing. :)

Mom is doing good! We went down to have dinner with her and I moved things up and away she doesn’t need right now and lowered items to make it easy for her to reach while holding onto the walker. She is doing so much better I swear I never would see her come back as she has it reminds me of the will to live and how truly strong it is.

I will be adding photos of her place and mine as things begin to explode into color here over on my other blog at http://folsommillstudio.wordpress.com/

Have a wonderful weekend

Been Busy

So far behind I saw I have 300 of your blogs I have yet to see.  Getting this place squared away is becoming a full time job and all I want to do is create.  Don’t feel bad :) I work around here potting up flowers and cutting the lawn and am now thing of building a set of stairs leading down to the lower yard so I can weed whack easier.  We had a small straight tree fall one day and it has laid where we left it after cutting off all the limbs it is time for me to re-purpose.  I will make some cuts into the hill and add a piece of tree then cut a little further down and do another level till I am at the bottom and have used the whole tree!  Yes eventually it will rot and become one with the soil but it’s OK by then I will not want to mow this place anymore.  My man misses mowing so I have him do things around here I can’t.  Like he is taking the pieces from our gazebo and re-purposing them into a structure I can use as a greenhouse.  I will ask him to dig a root cellar too!  He has taken apart a generator for one piece to use on our windmill so we can do away with that bank of HUGE batteries and go direct from wind to plug I like the idea of living green and using things till they are trash and even then I recycle them into their proper container at the town dump.

Update on Mom she finds out today if she can come home which means I will go stay with her for 5 days a week at her home.  I will cook and clean for her. I will take her through her rehab moves and get her to appointments and do shopping for her.  My brother needs rest and less worry he is not well and if I can do this for the two of them it is the least I can do.  Since Dad died we have not been a close family pain and hurt and loss can do that or in some families it can make your stronger.  I will do all I can and not kick myself for things I can’t.  I have come a long way in a year and for that I am so grateful.

Just got word from son that the piece he sent to NYC Art Museum for a auction to help the gallery sold for more than $6,000.00 my wish is that he now sees himself as a true artist and not a troubled soul.  Good news from all sections of my life and yet more reasons to be filled with joy.

The birds greet me each morning with beautiful songs and the bears have not bothered us for awhile but I bring in seed for the night but then mice came in for seed and cat worked overtime :) all is finally right and hole repaired!  Way I see it if a mouse can come in so can a SNAKE and that will not happen on MY WATCH!

I have been taking photos and adding them into my online stores with early morning coffee while the home is full of sleeping sounds from the three of them and in the evenings while watching my music shows The Voice and American Idol I paint.  I am trying to do a body of work as my teacher asked me to do.  I have chosen trees for now but have no idea of the best way to preserve them and keep them clean and ready to share when I am ready.  If you are an artist how do you do this?  I am too prolific to fame each piece and really just want them ready so when asked to show portfolio they look as nice as when I signed them.  Not sure what to do.  Most of mine are made to float not for mats.  So much easier to take a photo and sell them as prints or as a shower curtain or some bedding or maybe a card.  50 to 100 pieces of Watercolor Art is ALOT how do you do it?

I will leave you with one I just did and a photo or two of my flowers and my wish for you all here in the US is for a safe and wonderful Memorial Day weekend it will be my BLOGS anniversary when I first met some of you dear friends another reason for gratitude.  For those in other countries you know I wish you well and what ever the weather in your part of the world I hope you are enjoying it and getting out as well.  Life is too short to let it fly by.

I am working on catching up with as many of you as I can.  Have a great week!

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May 16 Already

Hi everyone! Can you believe it is already mid May I want to stop the clock now days are going to fast! I have had so many things going on as you know so I wanted to let you know things truly are a little better. Mom was removed from hospital and they found a bed in a rehabilitation place for her to get help with horrid pain and get her on her feet to recovery. Pain is a life changer if you have dealt with it you know what I mean some days you just don’t think life is worth living and we are grateful she now does. I have not really been close to my brother since Dad died he went his way in sadness and me in mine but on Mother’s Day we had a great one! He even snuck in our Mom’s cat which I swear was the turn around in her sadness that and we laughed together for 4 hours it really is the best medicine isn’t it.
I did not ask if I could make them famous with adding their photos here so I won’t but they are just what my heart needed. I am so blessed and grateful for all the prayers said.

The yard is coming back slowly but surly after one nasty winter. I have mowed one section the part down alongside the river twice already. The bears are causing a ruckus up and down the roads in the area I call home. The birds are full of the sweetest sounds. You can not help but feel joy when sounds of nature fill you head from sun up till sun down.

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Why do I paint the house lol for them to move in I guess.  I am happy they love my place just wish they were not so messy :)

Yes I am still taking photos but I have been painting up a storm as well, no surprise for you all I am sure :).
I received a message from a friend that she wanted to commission me for a piece of Artwork. I laughed and said “I am no artist” I am just chilling :) She insisted she wanted me to do a painting with just two trees with a lively background so I whipped out 2 watercolors for her to choose from. They are for her granddaughter’s 2 nd birthday she is creating an art collection for her. With each passing birthday she will acquire a work of art depicting the age she will be in the subject matter. This will not be an easy thing in my eyes to pull off after 5 :) so this year being 2 she wanted two trees from me. I did them on 11×15 in the vertical way on 140lb paper. I will let you see.

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Now for the finished products I think lol she better come quick!
It was stressful to make something for someone personal but I am sure in time I can relax more and just do my thing.

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I thank you for the follows and hope you have a wonderful weekend!  It will rain here damn I wish I could send it west to put out all the fires but since I can’t I will clean the house, paint and see Mom.

Philomena

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Philomena shares the story of a young unmarried pregnant girl who, after being sent in disgrace to a convent by her father, agrees to put her son up for adoption.

Fifty years later, after seeking help from recalcitrant nuns to find her grown son, Philomena (played by Judi Dench) enlists the aid of a journalist (Steve Coogan) to help her track him down.

This touching comedic film, based on a true story, is not a documentary ~ it takes dramatic license and liberties in depicting historical events.

The creative blending of fact and fiction enhances the story line, allowing us to see how Philomena reconciles the nuns’ apparent lack of compassion without losing her deep and abiding faith.

Judi Dench reveals the amazing power of forgiveness to transform and heal.

Aah . . . that’s better!

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Happy Mother’s Day

I know I am a day early but it has been crazy in my world as of late.

My Mom suffered for 8 moths with a horrid back pain and finally on the same day I had my shoulder surgery she got a much-needed injection.  Mine was a success as was hers!

Problem is when we, who are independent and having spent so much time in pain,  finally feel relief , WATCH OUT!!!!   Yes she could not believe she could stand up and walk without a cane or walker and I was in so much less pain I had a yard to ready for the impending spring weather.  So she did something she shouldn’t have,  like yanking a plastic wheel barrel and doing some raking and I helped build a concrete wall with my sweetie taking turns to mix cement now that may have not been so bright but it was a good workout!  I also went around with the help of JT and picked up all branches that had fallen this winter and piled them up yes a HUGE PILE!  I then gathered all the clippings from garden club plants now filling my food garden area and readied them for a fire as well.  Yes I have been working hard not only in the yard but at PT as well I finally get to see the surgeon on Monday morning.

Back to my Mom she tweaked her back and then rested but after I left she showered and went to get into bed with her aching back and swollen knee(HUGE KNEE-torn meniscus they now say) and  as she attempted to slide into bed with protecting her bum knee she ripped her whole muscle off her Tibia and the hip socket area she says she wants to die.  The pain is that bad all as she lies in a rehab hospital in Boston I spend most of my days in tears and praying for her to recover though she insists she wants to join my Dad.  I fail when it comes to giving her the will to live.  I told her growing old is not for sissies.  Pain no matter what age sucks we all know that and I feel helpless.

So I have spent the recent days looking up into the heavens for answers as well as capturing its beauty.

Sorry I pop in only once a week for the most part but I do use 2 readers and go through a list you are all on and if you show up on that days section I LIKE you :)

I will travel to see Mom for a little while on Mother’s Day you what will you do to celebrate the day?

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I also sit with my large container of water a few brushes and paint and try to relax from all this worry.

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as I watch cement and paint dry my wish will always be for PEACE be it worldwide or of mind.

 

Take care of yourselves if you are young and be extra careful if you have had lots of birthdays like me

 

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He made it to New York

My son’s Art has made it to NYC.  For those who visit local galleries there stop in and check his work out here:

http://www.whitecolumns.org/sections/exhibition.php?id=1317

Daily Prompt: Time After Time
Traditions: we’ve all got ‘em. They might be family dinners on special occasions, or having a particular kind of cake on your birthday (Jeanne Cake, natch), or popcorn at the movies, or meeting your friend for a 5k run in the park, rain or shine, every Sunday morning. What are your favorite traditions, large and small? What is it about your traditions that keep them going strong for you?

You made me think this morning Daily Prompt
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I grew up with so many Family Traditions. 
We used to go to both sides of our family, for holidays.  They would split them up so we would know our Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles as well as our Cousins.
Many miles were laid down. Traveling from our state to theirs.  Even with family scattered our parents made the effort for us to be together. I never knew there was any other way to live.

Flash forward fifty eight years from yesterday and really I have no real family. No closeness. Brothers, well two of them,  moved to the south and one lives 20 minutes from me but I may as well be on the other side of the world.  He is the baby, now 40+ years old but clearly in charge of our mom.  I was born first and always cared for the three of them but since dad passed away ten years ago I have been left to make my own traditions as each holiday comes around.

Traditions are a part of each of us,  be it currant or just a memory.

I now place a large turkey in the oven, stuffed with deliciousness, no longer getting dressed to see the family for holidays but getting dressed to head out the door.  I go for walks with the dog and my special guy.  We time it perfectly to arrive back home,  as a turkey really just needs one nice basting to crisp up the skin,  so it will look beautiful as I sit it at the table for two well the cat and dog will be allowed some on their plates when dinner is done.  I make all the traditional side dishes from my childhood and some he remembers as well,  see he has no family left at all.  We have each other.  We happily set out  making new traditions together.

 

Peace 

 

Sixteen and feeling loved

I was in high school as my sixteenth birthday arrived.

  I was enrolled in a program to become a secretary though the other choices for me were culinary arts, technical illustrating and electronics.  I had made my choice and began to learn how to type and take shorthand, both of which I loved.

Mom and Dad had gone out and bought me a beautiful, electric typewriter, for my Sweet Sixteen birthday gift.  We did not have money for expensive things like that and I felt so loved to see they had got me something  I could use while doing my homework.

  Now the day got even better as we had a cake my Mom made and since  she was a baker and fantastic cake decorator it was not only gorgeous but delicious too!  When all the hugs and kisses were done with Dad handed me a small box.  I could see by the look on my Mom’s face this would also be a surprise for her as well.  I kissed Daddy and said thank you as I began to open this “extra” present.  It was a gorgeous watch, white gold in fact with diamonds inside or something like that.  Not sure how Mom felt but Dad was so happy to see how much I loved the watch. He said I was growing up and would need one to be home for curfew.  I loved my Dad! 
My sixteenth birthday was  AWESOME!

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My son recently sent me a gift for no particular occasion. I think that’s the very BEST kind of gift – one given or received just because it was seen and made them think of you.

The gift I received was a pair of Foxgloves.  

These are really stretchy, very pretty gloves. (My son got me purple because he knows that’s my favorite color.)

When I saw them, I thought they were MUCH too pretty to be worn as gardening work gloves.

I read through the paperwork that came with them, though, I decided to try them for what they were intended. The Elle Foxgloves are elbow length “extending comfort, protection, and support.” They protect your hands and forearms from scratches, irritation from plant oils and sun damage. UPF 50+.

They’re super-stretchy and fit really well. You almost forget you have them on while you’re working…

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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 Prompt: Far from Home

Arizona

Arizona

Arizona is far from home for us.  We live in the Northeast and this is the Southwest.

For me,  a Trucker I always traveled far from home but for the most part I traveled within the United States with a dash into Canada now and then.

This trip was special as the man  I loved was not given much hope of a long life so we packed up the old Chevy van with camping  supplies and Gold Prospecting equipment we already had and the pup of course and headed west.  He had never been past the military base in Texas and that was so long ago for boot camp.  He flew in and out of there.  So this would be a journey for him but for me it would be like old times, well without the shifting.

We stayed out on BLM  land for 6 or 7 weeks till we had to come back for another visit with his doctor.  He did not want to go back home least of all for more tests.  I missed home and my kitty too much to hide my head in the sand of the desert.  We loaded up the old van and said our goodbyes to all we had met and I snapped a few more photos.

We came home to good news much to their amazement.  We could once again take out the map from my old trucking days and plan a trip far from home.

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!

Trucking

My Last Rig

My world is broken in two.

The one above, there in my rig, took me to some of the most wonderful places a girl could go.

Home Sweet Home 2

Home Sweet Home

My home is now filled with LOVE

I swear I appreciate that more than you will ever know.

 

So I am torn

If I ever came into enough cash,  I worry down the road I would leave this place I love.

Never of course  until all who call this place home with me have passed on.   You don’t  hear about too many woman my age running away from home.  I suppose he would go with me but it is not fair to ask another to live your dream is it?

 

You see all the miles I drove my own rig I only worried about me.I went where the loads took me.

Never just one place .  I just went.  All across this country of ours.

I am a rolling stone in my heart I know this but I try to settle myself the best I can and do things around this place to show how grateful I am but it is hard.

The open road calls to me.

I know I make it sound sort of romantic  but for me it is.

I love my country.

I love its people.

I love driving in my own rig and taking pride in the fact I am a female driver and a really good one.

I love waking in a different spot each morning and  as I say this to you I also know I love it here.  With the man I love so very much and the best Cat and Dog anyone could ever ask for,  always laying at my feet or with us in bed.

I have a new family now and a life far from the road well not far,  I can hear rigs late at night doing what I loved.
I miss it really bad but maybe an RV and lots of cash and  our cat and dog with the  two of us,  heading down an US highway would be OK, maybe it would  take some of the pain away but there is nothing like driving a big rig.  It get’s into your blood I swear it does. He told me if he ever hit the lottery he would buy me a new one,  you see he knows I am truly a Rolling Stone and loves me enough to want to see me HAPPY.

I just wish I could stop missing the road.

 

 

I must say when I go down the list of who I follow through my blog at  Living and Lovin I see so many who are just like me.  Like minded. Nature lovers. Pet owners. Gardeners of flowers and food. 

I once wondered if anyone of my friends would bother to read what I had to say and share by way of a photo here and there and quickly got a true lesson in life,  not many if any,  take the time to read what I have to say but among the thousands here at WordPress I have a circle of friends who have stuck with me,  as I began this journey and are still there just over a year latter. 

Blogs come and go but I seem to have enough photos or strange stories to keep a few coming back.  They are all eclectic and lived a full life,  the same as I did and seem to appreciate all life has to offer.

Poems, story-telling and news breaking stories worthy of my re-blogs  I love them all,  for with each post they write  they share just that little bit of themselves.

I may get lost in all I have going on at times but the real connections are there and for that I am so grateful..

 

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

I thought about what you wrote as you put this challenge out to the rest of us.

I have the best Companion in my man but the 30+ years we were apart I gave so much love to all the animals I shared my life with.

So today I am so very happy he is too and these two reap the benefits!

Dog is always with us and the cat follows us around the yard like a dog!

Rythem

Rhythm is 12 years old and has learned to stop and smell the Flowers!  After all it is Catnip!

JT Close-up

 

Now 7 but wise beyond her years.

I could not ask for any better companions

I love them so very much as I am certain they love me too.

 

Real Love FINALLY!!!!

Daily Prompt: Say Your Name

My name is not one I would have chosen.  It is my Mother’s first name as well as her Mom’s.  Funny thing is when Dad met Mom she told him her name was Sandy!  So they are about to say their vows when the minister asks him if he will take Eunice, he blurts out who is THAT!  Guess he loved her and her name so much he bestowed it on me,  with his mom’s name for my middle one.  Neither fit who I think I really am but with that much love felt for names and the people who carried them before me,  I grew into them.

Life Is Good

Here it is Saturday in the US and I was up at 3 AM seems normal for me of late and I find I stay up all day till crashing about 10 PM boy those were my hours most days as a trucker lol maybe I am just getting ready no not for this girl though with the lottery tonight and a jackpot of over 500 million I could buy a new rig and take trips when I wanted too! I have one ticket out of the millions sold so not a chance of it being me. I just hope a prize such as this goes to those who really could do some good with it. Ron says I would have family and friends coming out of the woodwork looking for handouts I remind him that if they didn’t enjoy me when I was poor they would hate me when I was RICH!

Well so much of my home is now painted still not done but well on its way and then it is time to add some color, the same, to the barn! Now lottery money would go to things like new barn shingles on the roof and a team to paint barn in one day not a year like I do it in. I would have a new lawn tractor with implements to remove snow, till the land and get rid of brush. A new chainsaw oh wait I would hire a man for that!

I have yet to place one plant into my space for an English Garden just been moving Ruggosa  Roses to different areas of the yard as a living fence, Lilac shoots added onto berm area Forsythia too. I want to dig up my Wisteria for the third time hoping it will be the charm to get it to thrive and bloom once again. The lawn is now coming in as are the wildflowers and last night he started mower for me and I did the upper yard and moved down by the river and the chain came off so there the mower sits in the lower yard now you know why I need a real TRACTOR.

Here are my beautiful but very tall Lilacs. When they are all done blooming and they have gone by out will come the small chainsaw and I will cut them back to maybe 5 feet tall.

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They are huge.  Reaching so far up I can no longer get many flowers for the home.

 

We trimmed that Pear tree too.   Yes it was full of blooms I showed you the Northern Flicker sitting in it on my other blog Folsom Mill Studio, we took 10 foot tall branches from the top half off they say to never do that to a Pear tree but what good it is if I have no ladder long enough to pick the fruit before they ripen on the tree and smash to the ground for yellow jacket bees to swarm.  I will make some yummy things this year with the fruit I will now be able to reach.   The Pear tree actually looks like a weeping fruit tree but the soil here is so rich I am sure it will be a monster needing attention next year too.

Well for the good stuff now.

This was the BEST MOTHER’S DAY for me.  Only 2 have been special the one the year Mike and I connected and this year as we reach a new level of understanding.  He is hoping to be heading this way soon as he fishes up his painting jobs and Artwork he has going on.  Yes Life Is Good!

So it is important for me to have it all done around this place should he come by to say hello I want it to be warm and inviting lol nesting 37 years later you got to LOVE IT!!

Missed most of you but with new reader working awesome I can once again get New Posts!

 

Hugs

Eunice

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Never have I been great at doing these and I even forgot how to grab the url for award photo all I kept getting was the one for this lovely lady at number 1 slot’s info :)  yes I have been away and for that I am so thankful I am filled with so much love and joy I can hardly stand it but I will it beats hatred for one’ self hands down!

I love each of you ladies listed here

You have helped me get through this amazing year of letting go as did the rest of you not listed here and the men too I know you stopped by and left your mark.

One month from now I will have been here a YEAR man you all really are family I have a brother I have not seen in over 10 years :(  that will change too!

So back to you listed above you took a busted up female trucker in  and gave me hope for a better life and yes it was hard at times but feeling safe I began to let go and let God and with my son’s help found a new set of tools to live once again oh and chats with him again are icing on the cake!

Love you all and if you do not know each other yet please take the time to say hi to each other

To all over on 20 Lines too many to list you had my back from the start! XOXOXOXO

Eunice

We Have Been Spending Time Here

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Trying to catch up on so much before I say good-bye.

Have clothes ready.

Trying to set up online store so prints can continue to sell without me.

Getting home ready to walk away is hard.

JT and I try to walk together three days a week a slow winters walk by the sea is always nice.

I will miss her so much her daddy and the cat too of course but they will not sit by the door and whine.

A friend offered to come walk her but Ron said he will do lots of things outside with her by his side.

I have left the cat before and  him but they know I will be back.  I have always had this little black

and white dog at my side funny how important they become in one’s heart.  My son when he did this

10 day retreat had to leave his pup too,  he said it was hard but he left her with friends and that JT was in good hands and

to go heal myself.

I will try to catch up on all the blogs I follow between now and the end of the month.

I hope you are all healthy and strong and waiting on Spring to arrive like me.

 

Miss you all

 

JT’s Adventures ……part one

JT’s Adventures ……part one

JT Close-up

Well by now most of you know our JT (Jess-Tex) at least in photos.  She is our Border Collie and no we do not have a farm.

I have shared my life with fourteen dogs five of which were part of a litter that went on to new homes where they were adored family members.

This dog above was born at a friend’s home,  the male  her father was from Texas and they drove from Vermont to pick him up.  JT’s mother was a dog that was dropped off at their place in Vermont.  Gorgeous lighter Gray with white.  She was scared who knows the kind of life had she lead.

JT was like the runt with a not so perfect face marking and it was just her sister and her no one had chosen to be theirs.

Now I wanted no more dogs but here were the two prettiest faces begging to be loved.  I said I wanted both,  actually could not believe that came out of my mouth.  The daughter said she was taking the tri color one.  I was taking JT as long as they were both fixed,  I didn’t care.

The day we found her in the horse stall with her sister,  we had been camping with a three-year old great-niece  so we went home to NH but when I got to my house I called them and said I would be back up for the pup I had fallen in love with. Her husband was going to be in NH on a welding job so he brought the pup with him so we did not have to go all the way back to northern Vermont.

We bought a leash and collar as well as  bowl and water,  as it would be a long ride for a puppy and headed north.

We took the pickup truck with a bench seat so she could lay between us.   Funny as I look back six and a half years later  at that ride home.  She would lay her head on my leg then wander over to the passenger side for his leg.  She was trying to settle in on that big seat but wanted to be close to both of us,  her HERD.

We stopped often to walk her, and to let her have some water and then she was scooped up again and placed in the middle between us.    It is where she has always ridden till he bought this new truck with the big back seat.  All hersto be sure.

She had been born on Mother’s Day and  in October she took her first really long ride down to Georgia.  We went gold prospecting with a club he belonged to and she set about making many new friends that weekend.  It was really rainy and nasty,  creeks were swollen I was so glad this camping trip was in a cabin with a hot tub.

This pup has led a very interesting life to be sure.  She could have a blog of her own.

We no sooner got back from our trip to Georgia when we set in motion an epic cross-country trip  that would include sleeping out in the wild, in a tent for the month of December.  Not too worry we would be in Arizona and it is still warm right?

We bought an old RV and he made it road worthy and we were looking forward to an amazing journey together.    Then the gas prices soared so we scrapped the idea of taking the old beast back west where it had actually been made.  I looked for a van cheaper on gas and room for all we would need to bring with us.  I found a pretty cool looking Chevy van, a conversion van the kind with a bench seat that lays down and can be used as a bed.  We bought it from a group of men who used it  to go back and forth to New England Patriot football games.  Yes tailgaters.  It has a HUGE Patriots Loge on one whole window.  I never thought about the fact we were going to be in the Super Bowl and the game would be in Arizona!

What a trip that was from the start.  JT could feel the excitement.  I rented a place for our cat to go where,  she was to be treated like a Queen, for the money she better have been the center of attention.  He made a rack for the hitch, the fact he was a welder for 30 years came in handy.  On this rack we took the tool box off the pick-up and placed our clothes and tenting supplies as well has some dry goods like JT’s Food and dog bones.  We would be on BLM land and there would be no stores, no street lights, no phones.  JT would be the only one out of the three of us to do nothing but play as any pup will do.  They said rattle snakes would have taken cover as well as the other critters who live under ground,   I was hoping so.

So we loaded up and headed south, I had to say good-by and Merry Christmas to Mom on our way.  We opened our gifts and had a beautiful meal then loaded back into the van and headed out of New England.  Leaving what we thought  of winter behind us as well.

As we headed south through Massachusetts we heard a lot of horn blowing and people giving me the THUMBS UP  signs that was different for me having been in a big rig all those years and it was never a THUMB I got!  People were excited,  they saw the sign and our team was in the hunt for a ticket to the BIG GAME!  When we hit NJ the looks changed, funny how that works.

I stopped on the NJ Turnpike to top off of the gas tank when a big dark-colored Suburban pulls on the other side of the pump.  It had those really dark windows,  looking kind of sinister.  This is a place they pump for you, so as I am sitting and waiting I hear a horn beep then I see the black glass start to open  and there were four huge black men smiling at me I was kind of confused then one pointed to the SIGN on our window and said GO PATS!!!  They could have been players looking at the size of them!  It was like that the whole trip out. Just random strangers stopping us to congratulate our team on the playoffs  and wishing us well on our journey.  They all petted JT.  I swear more love was given to her that first year of her life.  No wonder she chooses humans over animals to play with.  She never new life as a dog.

 

more later on JT’s Adventures with us and her adoring fans

 

 

After My Son Was Gone

After I had my son there was no reason for me to stay in the hospital.  He was healthy and beautiful and nurses,  bless them,  kept bringing him in only to say OOPS, sorry, do you want to hold him?  I asked the doctor if I could get discharged,  he understood and said it would be OK,  good thing as I was going anyway.  I had things to do.

 

It was mid February and there had been snow. Mom came to get me as I had stayed the last 2 months at home and my car was there.  I was in a hurry to find an apartment.  I needed to get out of the family home,  no reason to cause them more pain seeing me each and every day in pain and tears.

 

I worked at  the factory where I had been for three years.  They had taken up a collection for me but I gave it all back except for some cash for new clothes.  I also took a job at a local gas station and worked 8 hours at both jobs.  I had to stay busy.  One of the young guys who worked at the station with me was looking to move so we found an apartment with 2 bedrooms and he worked days at the station and me nights.  I would come home at 11:30 PM and supper would be wrapped up in oven on warm.  It was perfect.  I left the station we worked at together and moved a half mile further down and worked for another station so I could do oil changes and brakes, more money.

For a year and a half  I did some heavy drinking on Sunday nights,  at a club out of town or at a friend’s house.  Loud rock music, draft beer I thought would help me get over him being gone,  it didn’t.  Friends,  mostly men and their girlfriends never said a word to me when I had come home without him.  Not sure how they felt but they knew a part of me had changed and pretty much died.

So after working sixteen hours a day and going out on Sunday nights for ten-cent drafts  I met a man.  He was 10 years older and a trucker.

He was divorced with visitation for the little boy they shared.  I am not saying that is why I dated him but in the end I am sure it is why, for a small, very small part for the reason I stayed over and over.

So just a year and half after kissing my baby goodbye I meet this man with a son.  He often tried to get visitation but the two of them him and his ex always fought usually over a lousy thirty-five dollar a week support check and she was already married to a bank president.  I saw this as crazy,  what was right was right. Share as the courts ordered it.  So I was the go between,  driving down to pick him up this cute little four-year old boy.  Him and I had a blast while he was  with me till his father got out of work and picked him up.  He had ben trying to buy a home, and get back on his feet it had been two years since they had divorced.  She had five children from her first husband .  I made assumptions I would later realize were wrong and it could have cost me my life in the end.

 

So I dated  him on and off for three years.  Off because there was a lot of abuse.  I would walk out and move he would promise never again and I wanted to believe him, I wanted to be loved.  Not liked, loved.

After three rough years with some good fun and some very horrible days  he asked me to marry him.  I said no. He begged me to give him a chance and that he would never hit or kick me again.  I looked in his eyes and saw tears and thought he was being truthful.  I said yes alter knowing him for more than 3 years but less than four.  The night we went to get married he was in tears,  not me.

I know I was younger by ten years and I worked with lots of men.  I was going to driving school for big rigs too, so I could run a rig with him.  He was drinking more and more,  no I am not making an excuse just stating a fact.  He was changing and I was newly married.  I was not married three weeks when he beat me so bad I walked a local highway for twenty-five miles, hours walking and crying. I had a few truckers pull over to ask if I was OK and if I needed a ride.  I was a young blonde girl , in tears and they may have been nice but I kept walking.  No cell phones back then and when I got to an exit Mom is who I called.  Poor Mom grand baby gone, daughter bloody and bruised, but who else could I call?

Mom brought me home to their home and I washed up.   I had left our home and everything I owned behind.  Mom asked what he did after he was done beating me and I told her he had left for the road.  She drove me to a local Ford dealer who made me another key for my pick up I had left behind, he had the keys, and she took me up to get my things and truck.  Dad changed my ignition and the man I used to babysit for had a steering wheel tool, The Club he gave me as he would be able to get the door open.  I actually never thought I would see my husband again but sadly it was not the end of it.

 

I was out front of my parents home with my aunt and he came racing up to the house and before I knew what had happened he had my by my hair trying to drag me to his car.  My Mom and Aunt screamed at him to leave me alone and to leave before the police were called.  Why was no one on the phone already?   He finally took off when he saw I was not going willingly.

Again I stayed back home found a new job this time driving a truck by myself.  I was loving life.  Yes married but no word from him.

I went out Friday night with friends after two weeks on the job and a pay check for  two beers.  We were listening to a great band when up walks my husband and again grabs me by the hair and proceeds to drag me through a club and out the door,  no one stopping him.  Once outside one of my friends pushed him and he fell,  we were sober he was not.  Police were called but so was he by then.

 

It was nine months later when he waits at the top of my parents roads and waits to see me pull in.  He gets out and I yell for Mom to call the police.  This is crazy, she cares what the neighbors think.  Me I just want to live.

 

He comes up and says he is  sorry,  as I walk backwards he begged me to listen.  He said he was so sorry.  He also proceeds to tell me he has not touched a drop of alcohol  since the last time he saw me to which I jump in and say ” You mean when you dragged me by the hair out of a local club?”  He swore things would be different.  He swore he loved me.  Yes you know what I did,  I went back.  We were good for 6 months and he started having a  beer or two.

 

Now all this time apart you would think I was getting stronger but no just the opposite I was lost after I placed my baby for adoption wanting to be loved I kept believing  him and when he would tell me no one else would ever want me or love me I eventually believed this as well.

 

We had some nice days together but really more bad than good.  I stayed another 10 years in this odd marriage of a sad lady and a drunk man.  It is a recipe for disaster.  We had his son living full-time for maybe five years of our marriage and he was also physically and verbally as well as emotionally abused.   One night after his Dad was horrible to him he picked up the phone no not to call the police but to call his brother and he moved out.

 

We had two rigs I drove one him the other.   I drove local and he was on the road.  I had peace till he arrived home.

 

I met him in the end of 1978 and in May of 1995 I called the police on him for the very first time.  He had held a loaded gun to my head and told me I smelled to good to have been in a rig all day. I asked him to put the dogs out before he killed me so they would not see me like that.  He lowered the 44 cal. pistol   and poured himself another drink.  He had made it up to almost two fifths of Canadian Club on a drinking day.  When he passed out I hid the gun.  I told him he was to LEAVE NOW and to GET OUT.  I   called the police and they escorted him from the home.  I went the next day and got a retraining order on him.  A year later the judge told him to watch me leave the court room,  as I was the best thing he ever had in his life and he had destroyed me as well.

When I received my divorce decree,  I was given a permanent restraining order  against him.  Funny I guess no one read his to him.  A year to the day he showed up here wanting to say Hi.  I yelled from the door ” I’m calling the police!  ”  he walked out of the yard and I have never laid eyes on him again.  I also gave him all the so-called friends and I set about rebuilding my life.  Working hard,  giving love another chance to ending that after  eight years, on my terms.  It was time to make my life for me and a few years  after being alone,  the one man I always loved walked back into my life.  I am so blessed.

 

I now know why I made it.  I had Angels watching over me through all the beatings and the insanity of me sticking it out , till a gun was pulled.    I am strong.  I made it when so many lost their lives loving the wrong person,  better yet not loving themselves.  I now know I stopped loving me the day I signed on that bottom line letting my baby go to a home where I would not be. I knew what I did for that couple  with no baby of their own was good but I hated myself that day so why would anyone ever love me, really love me.

 

So now that my son and I have found each other and he knows I always loved him and he loves me I can finally let go of the pain of loss and begin to live  again.

I am working on  accepting the fact that I  deserve happiness though  it doesn’t come easy for me.  Funny how it all comes together after a 32 year detour  but it has and I am so very  happy to share my world with the love of my life and my son and my two cute pets and all of you.

 

I am so blessed.

 

A Frisky Cat As Storm Arrived

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She is playing Peek A Boo.   I better watch out she is 12 and now acting like a kitten again.   I am blessed with such beautiful animals but I bet you may have heard me say that already, sorry

 

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When Mom gave us her cats old tower I never thought ours would love it as she does.  Her cat and ours are the same age but I think Mom said he didn’t like it anymore because she is 77 and not up to chasing him around much anymore.  This toy was attached to the huge tower and as you can see our little girl is full of playfulness

 

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She is watching me take her photos and really waiting for me to wiggle it again so she can KILL IT

 

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THE LOOK!  I better watch my hands and face

 

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She has now turned away from me and her toys and is watching all those pretty Chickadees, Nuthatches, Blue Jays, Juncos, Finch and pretty Red Cardinals.  The birds are loving that an area has been cleared of two days worth of snow and I have spread on top of the snow some fresh seed for the ground eaters.

 

Not sure if I told you this cats story I must get my scanner plugged in so I can show you her and her sister who an old boyfriend saved from a woman who was going to do away with.  Yes kill.  He came home from work and walked in with a picnic basket I looked at him kind of strange and he said I brought you something.  How nice a basket for me to fill with goodies he wants me to cook oh I love those kinds of gifts no really this was very odd flowers all the time picnic baskets no.

 

He sat it down on the couch and he told me to check it out and when I opened it there were two tiny 3 or 4 week old kittens huddled together inside, scared.  I had lost my 15  year old cat not long before and missed Rocky so much.  These two had the same markings but this ones sister was Gray.  They were so beautiful.  They did everything together.  They would climb up us and knead our clothes and suck on our clothing,  they missed their Mommy and I would need to get their food soft enough for them to lap up.  I also started giving them a quarter size of Half and Half this kitty up above still 12 years later knows when my coffee is ready she gets her treat.

Now when he brought these two home  we had 3 of my dogs still alive plus I told him to bring his dog over to join my family pets.  I have to tell you these four dogs were the most gentle dogs I have ever seen.  My three were hunting dogs, Springer Spaniels and his was a mix which was the goofiest  dog I had ever met.  Just a happy go lucky dog he was  sort of like his owner.  Add laughter here.  Now back to the two kittens when the dogs would come in wet they would lay for hours licking the dogs paws dry.  I am serious this place I live is amazing.  They were lost when all 3 dogs were put down at 13 to 15 years old somehow they all got so old their lives were spent in horrible pain and they were ready.  I went maybe a year or two without a dog it was hard.

 

Now for the sad part just after we brought JT home from a farm in VT all of us were out playing in the yard the two cats, the puppy and us.  It was end of June and cats stayed out for hours running the yard or sunning themselves.  When we went in for the night I yelled for the two cats Rhythm and Blues to come in yes they were cats but came when called just like they were dogs.  Rhythm came running and Blues didn’t that was odd they were always joined at the hip.  I yelled for her over and over and the current man in my life (last man) said she will be back but she never was.  She was the most loving of the two and adored the dogs had she had a run in with a Fisher Cat or a Fox I didn’t know about the Coyotes being out back, back then.  Ron said he had seen a huge Owl as well.  They were smaller type barn cats.  We have Hawks too.  The worst part,  night after night for me,  was calling out to see if I could hear her cries, I never did. It tore me to pieces the not knowing what had happened to our loving and trusting cat.

So this cat above now follows me like she is a dog.  She stays with us on walks like she knows.  With the snow for last few days she has not wanted to go out not sure if it the deep snow on her feet or the winds kicking up a scent of something evil lurking close bye but I am happy she choose to spend more time inside with us.  I know she is old now but cats can live a lot longer than dogs so I am hoping for more days with her up upon her new cat tower.

 

When her and JT are no longer here with us there will be no more pets for me,  I just can’t the GOODBYES.

PS I forgot to tell you at twelve she still wants to knead our clothing and suck on us  kind of odd but I do allow it till her claws start to poke my skin  then she is placed beside me much to JT’s disgust she is not like the other dogs in my past she doesn’t like to share.

 

 

 

 

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

Christmas With Grandma

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English: Photo of Jonathan G. Meath portraying Santa Claus. Date approximate. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.  I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb:  “There is no  Santa Claus,” she jeered.  “Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.  I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.  I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her “world-famous” cinnamon buns.  I knew  they were world-famous, because Grandma said so.  It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.  Between bites, I told her everything.  She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus?”…

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Variant 1: caramel striped.

I know, I know. Those of you who bake are focused on Christmas cookies and whatnot. I get it, having already made a batch of dark chocolate biscotti myself for a cookie swap. Regardless, winter squash still abounds here in New England and Cucurbitaceae remain a regular dinner component. (And not just for me, either: check out the fabulous meals my students made this week.) So I don’t care if it’s December or not: pumpkin bread pudding is a to-die-for dessert that is truly divine, and I simply must tell you more about it.

Oh, and I couldn’t decide on the right plating, so I’m also including two other options for your viewing pleasure, as it’s really a matter of style. Here’s the second.

Variant 2: polka dotted in a pool of caramel.

This glorious recipe is from Bon Appétit via Epicurious. I already used the…

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From another who knows true love

Originally posted on Collies Of The Meadow:

299567_2550543367602_772842029_nTrevor Forever with Tigger……

“If you open your heart to let dogs in, you will eventually be blessed with a once in a lifetime chum. It isn’t that you love your others dogs any less, but rather you love this one special animal more. The bond between the two of you is stronger, the connection deeper, the understanding clearer.”
-Kristina Marshall from FOREVER FRIENDS

I have been blessed with three of them whom I have lost.. I have my fourth one now…..Trevor Forever is perhaps the most unusual and unlikely collie to be one of these dogs…. in a kennel in a barn till 5, he then ran free in a outside kennel with lots of friends till 7… then he came to me and adopted me….  I can;t imagine what he would’ve been if he could’ve been with us from the time of being a pup…… this picture speaks…

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Me and My Little Camera Won!

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No not really a competition for photographers,  this day was all about the dogs but him with his BIG CAMERA, didn’t capture THIS FACE!  I was far away using zoom on a day it was pouring out too boot.  While waiting for my little girl to compete, in her very first Toss and Catch competition I filled in hours of waiting with taking photos of  the most expert of dogs doing their thing but JT won 1st and 4th on her two tries,  yes we were so proud of her and the patience she showed that day was amazing! She laid and watched all that went before her.  What a special dog she is but have you ever heard of a Border Collie who sits still,  lol we still smile at the very thought of that rainy day.

Take your dog out sun or rain they don’t mind honest,  they just want to play with you.

 

 

Dad Bought Me Flowers

Dad Bought Me Flowers

 

Remember I told you about my best friend well here she  is with me on a very happy occasion,  Graduation Day.  I had been out of School since January and the last thing I wanted was to be apart of this ceremony.  It was June,  it was nice out and I had to go because Dad bought me this beautiful corsage.  Not sure if it was Dad or Mom taking this photo but I am sure they told me to SMILE!  I was always the kid in school looking out the window wishing I was outside.  I really did not like too many teachers in the 12 years I attended. Back in school in the 60’s and 70’s too much was happening OUT THERE to be STUCK IN THERE.
I did have a female teacher MS HILL in fourth grade now she was cool!  She was our science teacher and a Hippie I bet looking back on the times.  She had pretty long dark hair and I swear long grey streaks from the part down both sides of her head  maybe we made her prematurely grey.  I remember her outfits as do all the boys from my fourth grade class I am sure. Mini skirts were all the rage.  Our school had to add partitions to the fronts of the desks,  as they were not mini skirts they were micro mini’s!  It was the only class I saw the boys sit in the front two rows,  normally they raced to hide in back.  So now really why I loved my fourth grade Science class was because she loved science and it showed.  She taught us about the night-time sky and even had a field trip to a place in town where it was really dark.  We came with our families and all stretched out on our  blankets while MS Hill explained the stars and  what  each constellation was.   How many teachers have that much joy that they give up a night to spend laying on the grass with students.  I think of her often when I camp and spend so much time with my eyes looking up into the night sky.  Where I live there is no light pollution and I swear some nights there are billions of stars just over my head.  I wish I could find her to thank her for fourth grade as it was not till I went into ninth grade did I get that same feeling.  It was a new school and lots of new people I had never met.  There were so many classes to choose from and so many trades to try out.  We spent 6 or 8 weeks in each one to see if it was  match for us.  I wanted Auto Body bud sadly it was 1970 and girls were not allowed in trades full of men.  I wanted to sculpt cool outer shells for FAST CARS.  I had friends older that were always messing with their rides.  It is because of them and my Dad and all the time spent at the race track that I want to make them special.   I also loved Culinary Arts  we learned to chop, and dice as well as bake the most wonderful pastries   We learned how to waitress and even had our own restaurant with in the school to practice at for the real world.  I also took Drafting and Technical Illustrating oh and Electronics too!  It was Secretarial Sciences I ended up with as I loved Shorthand!  I was fast too. Then came tenth through twelfth grades and I could care less about going.  I had no choice Mom would remind me I would graduate if it was the last thing she would do!

So was it the lack of enthusiastic teachers I had or was there a problem with me?  Most teachers we had did not like children.  We had ones that would yell and scream and send you off to the office or ones who would go in the back room and drink we even had one flip out in class like he was on acid.  There was one cool teacher who taught us about the Mafia,  WHY?  Cool dude though he would go off with the young girls and they would all come back HIGH.  Yes these were different times in the 60’s and 70’s and I  for one was so happy to walk out in January of 1974 .  I just was not  happy having to attend graduation.  I know Mom and Dad were so proud of me but I always felt as if there was a whole world OUT THERE and I was MISSING IT!

I am so glad my best friend was there.   I kissed my parents good-bye and we set out to attend some Graduation Parties.

I have been out of school now for 38 years and would love to go to a   Art  School  or maybe just teach young girls to appreciate life, not to settle and to never stand for abuse, of any kind.

There is one thing I am sure of, if I taught they would listen.

Our Bus Stop

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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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Family Plot

Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:

 

Ladd Family Cemetary

LADD

 

 

Never knew life

Such a sad day it must have been

 

 

Colored Granite Grave Markers

Ladd Family Final Resting Place

As Halloween is getting closer these places see much destruction.

Old stones knocked over and broken in two.

Who raises children that seem to think this is something fun to do?

These days the dead do not get much time to REST IN PEACE.

I live beside a beautiful old place of rest and much destruction took place

before I moved here.

I watch over the dead.

Who else would?

I think they deserve respect.

Try to raise your children to respect these places.

As the holiday approaches call the police if you see

something going on in one, as you pass by.

 

 

View original

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

 

 

Border Collies are the BEST!

JT on Boardwalk that leads to her favorite spot

Special One
She is so loved

 

 

 

 

JT

Soaked

 

 

 

 

JT

Made in the Shade

 

 

JT

JT’S favorite place to go

 

 

JT on the beach

She loves to hit the Beach for some fun!

 

 

JT Playing Catch

Playing Frisbee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Tree…… Older car

We hit a local stream in upstate Vermont,  with Gold on our

mind and a place to cool off the pup,  on a hot summer day.

 

We made our way to the river with friends and it was so

peaceful there, under the trees.  Their two sons taught our

Border Collie how to swim.   I know she should have known but

she is a Herder not a Lab.  In large fields full of Sheep, they do not

get many chance to play in water.

 

So with the children having fun, I took off with my camera.

I came upon a very old truck that someone had decided was much too much

trouble to have it pulled out of the woods.  Wonder why it was there.

This is the first shot I took from the river.

 

The floorboards did not stop this tree from coming up through and growing into

a real beauty, even with this mess of twisted metal all around her.

 

 

They made cars and trucks back then to last but something tells me  this tree will be

left standing when this old truck has just about rusted away.

 

I got back to the waterfall area where everyone was swimming and having fun, and I was

greeted by my happy, wet dog.  She had a blast while I was exploring.

 

 

I love our times out in the woods and water together .

 

Can you tell what year and model this thing is,  rusting out in the woods of Vermont?

 

 

 

 

 

Border Collies and Horses

Our friends live on top of a Mountain/Hill and they raise reining horses and Border Collies and of course their children as well.

They had a horrible thunder and lightning storm hit their area of VT and lost every animal that was in their  huge barn.  Horses, border collie pups, female horses just getting ready to foal, it was sickening to see the loss and the pain the family went through, being helpless to help the animals when the lightning hit.

We had JT from litter before the one lost and took her up to see her old family and to give them hugs.

Here are the two  horses that were outside and the dogs that were in the house, plus our JT ,  she loves when we go there.

 

 

Our little female has no idea how big this horse is and how quick she can move

She was scaring me.

 

Her brother is even crazier he is always up against these two female horses heels

 

Sad to think of all the horses that used to run here, now just two females, sisters.

 

Tex is the father of all the pups that were born here.

 

 

 

She is watching them

 

 

JT’s brother Tex’s son

 

 

 

Tex respects these giants, he has been chased before.

 

These horses mess with the dogs and their toy balls  as they really are all young and playful.

 

 

 

Thanks for stopping by.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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