Letter from Uncle Sam, Postponed Wedding, and Bad Teeth

This one is for my family.   Too good to keep to myself.

This past weekend, I went to my Dad’s looking for a story about the Shivaree the family held for him and mom “after” the wedding.  From what I know about Shivarees, they are held “before” the wedding, but I guess as time passed, the custom changed.  So, hopefully, that will be a story for another post.

What I did find out was the following:

Dad doesn’t remember the exact date of the proposal.  He knows it was a Saturday night, and that they pulled up at Mom’s house, really Grandma and Grandpa’s house as she was still living at home.  It was the summer of 1955, the year she graduated from high school.

The radio was playing, and according to Dad, Mom always picked the radio station, because she didn’t want him picking some “hillbilly” music.

The song on the radio, he can’t remember the title, but the lyrics state, ” I won’t be happy till I meet you at the alter.” (sorry, can’t find that on Google)

And, the conversation went,

Dad: Do you love me that much?

Mom: Yes, Are you asking me to marry you?

Dad: Yes

Mom: Yes

And, then, I think there was some major smooching.  I know, this dialog seems a little on the sketchy side, but I do remember Mom talking about that song and his proposal, so I know that part about the song is true.

He bought her the ring for Christmas.  A couple days before Christmas, he dropped her off at a party of something, went to the jewelry store, picked her up after locking it in the glove compartment, and she asked him later – “Where did you go?”  He told her he had to run an errand, and she pressed on, so he gave it to her early.  According to him, there was, again, also some major smooching after that.

So, in May or June, they set the date of August 4, cause back then, you only sent the invitations out so people could receive them a couple “weeks” in advance, not a couple “months”.  What’s up with that?

He came home from work one day in June – about the 20th, and his brothers told him, before he even got into the house, as they were on the porch, he got a letter from Uncle Sam.   He had to report for military duty July 10.

Even though they didn’t have a date that night, he figured he should go tell Mom what was going on, in person, not on the phone (yes, they had phones back then) because he knew she was supposed to go order the wedding invitations the next day.   He had to report two weeks before basic, and would be in basic training 8 weeks, so they somehow figured it out and set the date for September 29.

He rode a train from Carlinville to St. Louis, took a bus to Jefferson Barracks, had his physical and swearing in.  He also told me some guy who had passed his physical a  year or so before tow-handed, showed up with one hand missing from some machinery accident, and they let him go through.  Yeah, he ended up in basic training, couldn’t handle the gun right, etc., and eventually got an honorable medical discharge.  That’s the Army for ya, huh?

He went to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri for 10 weeks, got out around the 22nd of Sept for a 15 day leave.  Mom and her cousin had driven his car down the week before.  His brother and wife had come down also to take Mom and cousin back, so his car was in the parking lot waiting for him – but he didn’t see them, actually.  Gosh, I forgot to ask him, I wonder if they left the keys under the car mat?

When he left Fort Leonard Wood, a few of his buddies needed a ride to St. Louis Lambert airport, and he was pretty much going right by there, so he had a car full when he left the barracks.

They got married, went on their honeymoon (didn’t ask about that, maybe next time), and he then had to report to Fort Sill, OK.  So he flew to Joplin, MO from St. Louis.  They hit a bad storm, and evidently, dessert on that flight or next was blueberry pie, and the cabinets flew open, and he remembers the stewardesses dashing about trying to clean up the floor of this blueberry pie mess.

Then, he flew from Joplin to Laughton, OK and supposed to connect to Fort Sill, but the plane broke down.  They said they would fix it, but then decided they couldn’t.  By this time, they would be reported as AWOL, so a private first class, or whoever was in charge there, called Fort Sill, and they sent a bus to get them.  The reason they all went to Fort Sill?  Well, evidently many from around the country met up there so the Army could fly them all to Fort Lewis, Washington, cheaper than your average commercial air fare at the time.

He was in Fort Sill for a couple days or so.  He remembers this because on October 6, 1956, Don Larson pitched a perfect World Series game, and evidently many of the men were listening to it on the radio.  That’s right, not even watching it on television, but listening on the radio!

The army had 7 planes for 720 men in the battalion to fly to Fort Lewis.  Dad ended up on a small 2 engine job with about 60 other men.  They landed in Billings, Montana for refueling.  After leaving Billings bound for Fort Lewis, Washington, at some point, he remembers the cockpit opening and the co-pilot coming out, headed at high speed towards the back of the plane, came out with a barrel of oil and headed back up to the front of the plane.

Evidently, the landing gear was stuck.  They got it down, but didn’t know if it was locked into place.  The hydraulics had failed.  So, they made a forced landing, emergency landing in Seattle/Tacoma airport, and all Dad remembers are the red lights on the runway, fire engines lights flashing as they landed.  Evidently, they were expecting a crash landing or belly landing. Dang, my brother John was almost fatherless right then and there (as if that flight to Joplin wasn’t enough), and the rest of us were not even a glint in his eye yet!  Whew!   Luckily, the wheels were locked, so all were safe.

At Fort Lewis, he had 8 more weeks of basic training.  The Army also wasn’t happy with his teeth.  Here they were wanting to send him to Korea, even though the war was over but they were “policing”.  Evidently, he had to have 7 teeth filled.  Well, the dentist took x-rays, and then said he also had 10 more teeth that were decaying FROM THE INSIDE!  What?  So, yes, he had 17 teeth filled! Gee, Mom, and we all thought you were the one who gave us the bad teeth!

I have more – his time off for Christmas, going back to Ft. Lewis, the train travel, etc., but this post is long enough.

What do you think?  Interesting stuff? I’ll tell you, I was riveted, but I did keep notes! Can’t wait to go down again and find out more about the honeymoon and the Shivaree!


The Night Before “He” Left

The Ray Bradbury Noun List Twist

For today’s challenge, try a twist on a technique Ray Bradbury used to beat writer’s block.

Write a new piece using at least five of the nouns from Bradbury’s sample list, above: The lake. The night. The crickets. The ravine. The attic. The basement. The trapdoor. The baby. The crowd. The night train. The fog horn. The scythe. The carnival. The carousel. The dwarf. The mirror maze. The skeleton.

This week, I’m trying something different – a fictional short story.  I haven’t done this much at all, so I’m not making any promises.

I’d already spent most of the evening hours crying, couldn’t eat my supper, alone, having gone through half a box of Kleenex.  I knew that tomorrow, he was leaving the state, moving far away.  I’d probably never see him again. Then, it hit me hard – 1400 miles away, it’s so far!  I screamed, “No!” and the pain was the worst pain I could ever remember feeling, such a terrible pain, between my breasts, as if someone had wretched open my flesh, stuck their hand into my chest, and ripped out the beating organ that sustained my life. I fell to the floor in agony, and lay there crying and wretched for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes.

I could no longer contain myself.  I had to do something.  I couldn’t just sit there and cry all night.  I picked myself up off the floor, got my keys and my purse and headed for the door.

Once in my car, heading down the highway, I knew where I was headed, towards his town, his house.  I knew it was a fruitless effort, I couldn’t very well knock on his door.  What would his wife think?  Still, I thought, maybe, perhaps, I can catch one last glimpse.

The evening had cooled after that hot, summer day, so I drove with my windows down, hair blowing in the wind.  I kept telling myself what an idiot I had been to get involved with a married man.  It was my one rule – “Never get involved with someone who is taken.”  I screwed up, and now it was costing me.  Oh, if only I had listened to myself!

Once I reached the off ramp, his exit, I wondered how many times he had driven this way, this road, this path.  Eventually, I turned into his subdivision by the lake.  That intersection was near a small stream, tree-lined, and I could hear the crickets in the brush.  They seemed to be singing a sad song that night.

As I turned onto his street, I could see the U-Haul in the driveway.  There were still lights on all over in the house, even in the attic, though it was approaching 11:00.  I drove slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse, but saw no one.  At the next street, I turned around, then stopped and sat a few houses down, thinking perhaps, possibly, he’d come out to put something in the truck.

After a few minutes, I realized this stake-out was pointless.  What was I really going to accomplish here?  It was then, I thought, “I’ve just got to say good-bye.  I’ve got to let you go.”

I turned the key in the ignition, put the car into drive, and pulled out slowly.  As I passed his house, the house I’d never driven past before, I took one last long look, hoping I would see him through the window, so I could blow one last kiss, wish one more fare thee well.

But, I saw nothing, so I kept driving, picking up a little speed, I made it to the subdivision intersection.  I stopped and then couldn’t bring myself to step on the gas and turn the wheel. I sat there for a few moments, and then, on a whim, I turned the other way. I couldn’t drive home just yet, to that empty apartment.  I didn’t want to be alone.

As I drove down the road a bit, I saw a carnival.  Why, I don’t know, but I pulled into the grass to park.  I decided I’d check it out.  Maybe I’d find the pieces of my broken heart near the carousel. Maybe he was here with the family, and I’d get to see him, if even from a distance, one more time.

My feet crunched on the gravel.  I smelled the fried foods and for a moment remembered my own hometown carnival that occurred each summer of my youth.  There wasn’t much of a crowd, so even people watching that night wasn’t going to free my mind of the God-awful truth. “Leaving, he’s leaving, what am I going to do without him?”

I noticed the Ferris wheel, and decided I’d like to ride it, for old time’s sake,  for it’s hopeful nostalgic affect.  I wanted to go back to my youth, even if for a moment.  I thought maybe the Ferris wheel could transport me there.

I bought tickets enough for the fare and went to stand in line.  It haltingly turned, loading and unloading passengers, and I made my way to the front of the line.  I started up the ramp, with my tickets out, and the attendant stopped me.  He said, “Wait, someone has to ride with you.  You can’t ride alone.”

I looked at him perplexed, “What?  Are you kidding me?  I don’t remember this ever being a rule before.”

“Well,” he said, “it’s a new policy.  It’s for safety reasons,” and he turned his neck to spit chewing tobacco onto the ground, turned back and then with the back of his hand wiped his face of the spittle remaining on his chin.

“Oh,” was all I could muster.   I thought to myself, “I can’t even ride the Ferris wheel alone.  How am I going to mange my life alone again?” I turned around and shuffled like a zombie down the short ramp.  Once I stepped off, I realized I just wanted to leave.  I turned to a family waiting for their turn and handed them my tickets.

“Here,” I muttered, “I won’t be needing these after all.”

I think I heard them saying “Thanks, are you sure?”  as I turned and unhurriedly walked away, dragging my feet, towards the parking lot, back to my car.

I got in and sat for a second.  I wanted to cry, but my eyes were already swollen and sore. I flashed back to a few days before, the last time I saw him.  Hhe was heading down the stairs outside my apartment and had stopped at the first landing to look back as I stood by the rail.

“Tell me you’ll be okay,” he asked.

Whether he needed to hear it, or I needed to voice it, I looked at him lovingly, evoked a wee smile, and replied, “Yes,” I paused fighting back the tears, “I’ll be okay.  I’ll always be okay.”



I did it – I applied for my dream job!

Recently, I posted about applying for a really neat position.

Should I apply?

I don’t know if any of you are interested, but I DID IT!  I applied for what I consider to be a dream job.  I know it will be a lot of hard work, but it also sounds like a lot of fun, something I’m very much interested in, something I would enjoy.

At the age of 52, I don’t know if it’s normal or not, but do you ask yourself “Why am I doing something I’m not even remotely thrilled about?”

Well, recently, I have.  I don’t know if I hear that clock ticking in the background (not my biological baby clock) or see that roll of toilet paper (time) going faster, but I wonder, “Does it matter that I’m bored at my job and feel the desire to do something I’d enjoy so much more?  If I don’t do it now, when will I get the chance?”

I know, technically, I’m “middle-aged”, but in the working world, I’m well over half way done, right?   Well, yes, I know, some go on well into their 70’s, and I’m in the generation that supposedly will not have Social Security to fall back on (I don’t know how that’s going, btw), so I may have to continue working till my mid 70’s.  But, do I see myself doing what I am doing then?  It’s so hard to picture that.

My Aunt is still working, at her own church, as the secretary, and she’s, oh, man, should I reveal that?  Will she hate me?  Okay, let’s just say if retirement is typically 66, she has gone past that a little bit.   But, after talking with her tonight, I wonder if she thinking about doing the things she has always wanted to do, which may mean retiring?

I used to have a favorite quote about playing the lottery, “You can’t win if you don’t buy a ticket.”  I guess the same applies here.  You can’t get your dream job if you don’t apply (or write, or invent, or whatever).

So, I’m doing the fire dance, and as Dave Matthews Band once said, “I did it.”

Cleanse your aura

Back to Life

After an especially long and exhausting drive or flight, a grueling week at work, or a mind-numbing exam period — what’s the one thing you do to feel human again?

I believe we are chemically and electrically charged beings.  We don’t notice it so much or pay attention to it, but I think the concept of being attracted to someone may be more chemical and magnetic than we think.

I can’t see our auras.  Some people can.  According to this page, on how to clean your aura:

“Our auras are like magnets picking up vibrational energies that are floating around everywhere we go. It is important to cleanse our auras freeing them of foreign vibrations and negative energies.”

I know that a  hard day at work, a long car trip, a long night volunteering, all of those things can leave me feeling drained. Sometimes, I just feel “icky” with no other word to describe it, even if I just took a shower that morning,  Then, I wonder if my aura is contaminated, for lack of better word.

It is seldom that taking a shower, an epsom salt bath, or just washing my face won’t make me feel immediately at least 95% better.  That’s when I wonder if my aura just needed a recharge with water, which is a great electrical conductor.

It’s rarely failed me.  When drinking a glass of water, taking a short nap, or eating something don’t seem to bring me around, washing my face, bathing or showering almost always do.   I wish I had discovered this many years ago, but it’s really something I finally figured out in the past 10 years or so.

So, yes, when someone says “Take a shower, you’ll feel better.” for me, at least, that statement is typically very true.

Try it.


79 blogs

I am now following 79 blogs.  I know I can’t keep that up.  Just now, I changed them all to weekly or instantly (only a couple of those).

I’m looking for dazzling here, so I promise myself that sometime in the next month, I will whittle that down to a mere 25 or so.  Does that seem reasonable?  How many blogs do you follow?  Do you get instant posts, or daily, or weekly?

Mondays are wild with digests coming fast and furious for me.  It takes me a couple days to look through them all.

Do you have any blogs you would totally recommend to others? I do, should I? Maybe I’ll put that in another post.

I’ve been pretty busy with my blog today, and taking my daughter to the train station.  But, that’s about it.  It’s almost the end of July, and I haven’t watched much TV lately, and I can’t find Field of Dreams on TV, so I may have to break out my CD.  I need my heaven/Iowa fix!

So, have a good night, a great summer, or winter if you are in some other part of the world, and hope to see a recent post from you Monday or otherwise, to those readers who are not bloggers, enjoy the rest of your summer/winter.


76th Post

As it turns out, my three-quarter century (75th) post was about my Liebster Award,  I don’t know if that’s a great thing or not, but I suppose it is nice to know that as least one other person out there liked my blog enough to put me on his list of nominees.  Now, if that isn’t a milestone, I don’t know what is.

It may be slightly cheesy, but I think it is a nice thing, to let fellow bloggers know you do like their work by something more than the “Like” button, and also, maybe to let some of your readers know more of where your interests may lie, if they are interested in that sort of thing.

So, here is a link to my Liebster Award Post, and my answers below to the questions I posted to my nominees, cause I said I would, so they don’t feel that the task is too daunting.

  1. If you could change one thing throughout the world today, what would it be?  Explain why if you want to.
    I’d eliminate prejudice of race, skin color, sexual orientation, gender orientation, religion – basically, in a nutshell, I’m kind of veering towards secular humanism, but that also includes excluding racism of any kind.
  2. What do you think is the most powerful force in the world today?
    Beliefs, I honestly believe that the most powerful force is what we believe, what we think about, because I believe “Thoughts become Things”, and also, that your beliefs rule your life.  One of my favorite quotes, oh, wait, skipping to a question below, oh, well – “Believe you can and you are halfway there.” or as George McFly said to Marty in Back to the Future, “If you set your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”
  3. If you were to write a novel or book, what would be the subject matter?
    I know, you all think, quilting, but I think maybe sex.  Oh, I don’t know, but I got you, didn’t I?  Seriously, I’d probably try for something along the lines of “The Notebook”, but it would probably end up to be more along the lines of “When Harry Met Sally.”
  4. Do you have anything quilted in  your home – a quilt, a throw, placemats, a guitar?  What’s its story?
    Yes, lots of quilts, too many stories. Oh, wait, you could read about some of them in previous posts.
  5. Do you have an interesting story about any of your ancestors?  Have you posted that story?
    Yes, and yes.
  6. Do you have any particular quote that you remember frequently to help you get by, be happy, deal with things?
    Yes, although I like “Believe you can and you are halfway there” stated above, one of my favorites, not “the” favorite, but one of many, but high up on the list is from Margaret Thatcher, “

  7. If you could invent one thing that you think would make the world a better place, what would it be?
    Renewable or perpetual energy machine.  It may have already been done and suppressed, so, here’s putting it out there to the universe that it becomes a world reality in this decade.
  8. Do you consider your fellow bloggers, those you follow and those that follow you, to be, you know, sort of “friends”?
    Yes, yes, I do. I hope they do, too.
  9. If you could change one thing about yourself with no negative side affects – your hair color, weight, marital status, height, name, etc – what would it be?
    So far, I admit, the questions have been easy, drawing from my own experiences, and wondering about others, I knew the questions to ask – maybe not atypical questions, but probably not that hard to think about.  This one, I don’t know, somehow, it throws me for a loop.   I’d like to say weight, but then again, people  think, you can lose weight easily enough if you apply yourself.  I’m hypothyroid, and even though on medication, that and age, being postmenopausal, the “ease” of losing weight eludes me.  However, though I’m tempted to pick that, I think I would pick having 20/20 vision – look ma, no glasses, no contacts, no reading glasses, no bifocals. Still, I think, weighing in at my high school weight of 120 or seeing 20/20, it’s a toss up!
  10. I don’t like favorite questions – but this kind of is one – what is your favorite beverage – be it alcoholic or none – what you might consider to be “your signature drink”?
    This is actually not as easy as I thought.   I was all over 7&7, but then I remembered Jimmy Buffet and “Margaritaville”.  I limit myself to margueritas (my own spelling) in the summer because, basically, I could waste away searchin for my lost shaker of salt always.  But, there’s no women to blame.   So, yes, it may be shaken or stirred, but I’m gonna have to pick Marguerita, for Texas, for Jimmy Buffet, for Jose Cuervo, for lime, for salt – oh, by the way, did I say I’m strictly an on the rocks person – keep those frozen drinks (unless they are daiquiris) to yourself.
  11. And, one more favorite – because I don’t have many preferred in the food department, but I do have a favorite fruit, what is your favorite fruit and do you know why?
    Peaches, yes, I know why.  Grandma’s peach pie, which I haven’t had in years.  But peaches have lots of beta carotene, and they just make me happy, and they are juicy, and fuzzy, and mmmm, mmmmm, good. Makes good milkshakes,  yogurt, pie, eating by itself – can other fruit say that?

And there you have my answers.  I probably need to sign off now, because a few moments ago, my stomach made the most ridiculous noise – George Carlin says it’s borborygmus, see his audio about it here.  It’s still doing it.  Probably shouldn’t have had that Fiber One bar this morning, beans for dinner, and prune juice tonight.  May have been too much.  Oh, my, should I be concerned?


Liebster Award – and Honorable Mentions


First of all, I’d like to thank Barryjack for nominating me (Part 5, out of order, I know).  It is an honor.  If you want to know more about this award, here are the “official rules” – but there are a couple different versions of them.

The rules Barry listed are slightly different, too.

1. Each person must post 11 things about themselves.

2. Answer the questions that the tagger set for you plus create 11 questions for the people you have tagged to answer.

3. Nominate 5-11 (or 12) of your favorite bloggers and link them in your post.

4. Go to their page and tell them.

5. Thank and link back the person’s blog who nominated you.

Part 1 – 11 things about me:

  1. I don’t like answering questions or lists like this.  It seems silly, doesn’t really define “who I am”, and I wonder if anyone really cares. (That was a bad start, wasn’t it? I promise not to be so crotchety the rest of the post)
  2. I’m a quilter – oh, wait, you probably already knew that.  Hey, it’s still a thing about me!
  3. I don’t have a college degree, sometimes wish I did and sometimes wish people would just wisen up and and realize a college degree doesn’t mean you can’t learn new things or do any job you set your mind to.  (Oh, sorry, that might have been bordering on surly.)
  4. Totally random and useless piece of information – I used to play the clarinet, a long time ago, wish I still could.
  5. Since I wrote my post (poem) about the Mourning Dove, I’ve been hearing them a lot more.  Weird, isn’t it?
  6. I’ve been wanting to write a book since I was about 26 years old, but I can’t remember what that first book would have been about, and yeah, I did start it on a IBM (do you know what that stands for?) Selectric typewriter, and no, I don’t know where those few pages are, if I still have them, which I doubt.
  7. Since starting my blog, I wonder if I should revisit the possibility of writing my first novel, or maybe a novella, or maybe just a short story, or maybe not.
  8. My inner critic is probably harsher on me than any of my readers could be, so far.
  9. Totally random – I love the words synergy, paradigm shift, curmudgeon, serendipity, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious  (Wow, I just spelled that without looking it up, but looked it up to be sure), vexing, kvetch (no, I’m not Jewish), mindfulness – but I never use these words in every day language or even my writing.
  10. If I could learn other languages easily, I’d want to learn French, even though it is 18th on the top 100 languages of the World list, below Portuguese, Spanish, Japanese, Vietnamese, German, and Korean.
  11. Much like ironing, I hate housework and cleaning, but I love the results.

Whew, that was brutal. Was that random enough?

Part 2 – Barry’s questions are:

1.  Why do you blog?

Simply put, to write. See if I’m any good.  See if I can add something positive to the world.

2.  What is your favorite subject to talk about?

I thought quilting tips and quilting stories at first, and while that’s my main theme, I enjoy just writing random stories, a couple poems, and mostly talking about old times, family, life experiences, and did I say random musings, and meanderings.

3.  What is one thing that you haven’t done that you would like to do?

I think I have covered this question in my list, writing a book, novel, or novella. Do I still want to? Thinking about it again after all these years.

4.  If you had a year off and money wasn’t an issue, what would you do?

This is a great question and so easy in no particular order – Travel to the Grand Canyon, Georgia to see my son, Texas just because it’s Texas; write a book; make quite a few quilts; visit my Grandson and soon to be Granddaughter monthly; thoroughly clean my house, get new carpeting, paint a few rooms, really make a nice quilting/sewing room (nothing fancy, just somewhat organized); and I’m sure there’s more I can’t think of right now.

5.  What is one talent that you have?

Just one?  But I have so many I can’t even just choose one to put here.

6.  In the company of others, are you a speaker or a listener?

I can be either, depends on my mood, the mood of others, the subject matters, how many drinks I have had, etc.

7.  What is your favorite song/piece of music?  Why?

Oh wait, I covered this topic  – what was the name of that post?   Can’t remember, but basically, I don’t like picking “favorites”.  There are so many songs and music to choose from. I guess, you’d have to say, I have eclectic tastes in just about everything.  I don’t like to be pigeonholed.  I like classical, blues, rock, soft rock, some country, jazz, and so much more.  But if I had to pick, it would be my son’s original version of “The Kids” which I do not have the original version recorded audio or video and now he won’t reproduce, until his 7th album, last song, because it was the first on his first, and he had in mind to do 7 already, which since he hasn’t even done his second, he needs more encouragement or something.   So, buy the $7 digital version of Solar Chariot, you won’t be sorry.  Even my daughter’s friends like it.

8.  What book are you currently reading?

Buddhism for Dummies.

9.  Any pets?

Daughter is allergic, but I have grand-pets, my son’s dogs and my daughter’s cats. I used to be a cat person, but I may be making a paradigm shift (there, I used it).

10.  What is one food that reminds you of childhood?

Covered this in Childhood food (fond) memories.

11.  What was your favorite subject in school?

I was in a small town high school.  So, our classes had different names at times.  I liked English, Literary Criticism, Advanced Grammar, Social Problems, just the part of U.S. history relating to our hometown, Algebra, Geometry, and Advanced Math, oh, and Speech. Oh, wait, did I say it’s been 35  years since I graduated and that I don’t pick favorites, and even if I did then, I can’t remember that far back?


Part 3- My Nominees:

I’d also like to say, this post is taking a lot of time.  Since I started my blog in March and doing Writing 101 and a lot of the Daily Prompts in June, I started following a few other bloggers to see how they do it, find some interesting reading, see how others laid out their site, and just messing around, basically.  77, that’s how many I am following right now.  I promised myself I would sit down one day and weedle it down to a mere 20 or so, but that day hasn’t happened yet.

So, I’m going through my Reader list in search of 11 (or 12), cause let’s face it, I have to do that many, I can’t pick a measly 5 out 77, that would be really ridiculously hard.

And the envelope please…

Ronovan Writes


Christine R.

Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

Written on Pavement

Sewing for Life

Chris Black

A Slice of Life

Catbird Quilt Studio

A Girl with a Lot of Gut

Of Means and Ends


I tested all the links and they work, yay me!

Honorable mention (Blogs I would have nominated but I already had 11 or they don’t do awards)

The Jittery Goat

Dual Spectrum Dad

Love Happy Notes


Alzheimer’s Wife

And, there you have it.  Thank you.  Enjoy one and all.  If you have a moment to visit these blogs mentioned,  you may find them of interest for yourself.  I would tell you about each of them, but then I may be revealing to much about myself… and, I think I have done enough of that already today!  Wow, this took a long time, but I think it was worth it.

What do you think?

Oh, darn, I just realized I wasn’t done.  I didn’t come up with 11 questions for my nominees!  So, here they are.  I promise not to make them too difficult . . . or do I?  Muwahahahaha

  1. If you could change one thing throughout the world today, what would it be?  Explain why if you want to.
  2. What do you think is the most powerful force in the world today?
  3. If you were to write a novel or book, what would be the subject matter?
  4. Do you have anything quilted in  your home – a quilt, a throw, placemats, a guitar?  What’s its story?
  5. Do you have an interesting story about any of your ancestors?  Have you posted that story?
  6. Do you have any particular quote that you remember frequently to help you get by, be happy, deal with things?
  7. If you could invent one thing that you think would make the world a better place, what would it be?
  8. Do you consider your fellow bloggers, those you follow and those that follow you, to be, you know, sort of “friends”?
  9. If you could change one thing about yourself with no negative side affects – your hair color, weight, marital status, height, name, etc – what would it be?
  10. I don’t like favorite questions – but this kind of is one – what is your favorite beverage – be it alcoholic or none – what you might consider to be “your signature drink”?
  11. And, one more favorite – because I don’t have many preferred in the food department, but I do have a favorite fruit, what is your favorite fruit and do you know why?

Okay, now I’m done.  And for my fellow nominees, I will post in a different post, FYI, my answers to my own questions.  Just cause.

Thank you for taking the time to read this whole 1500 + word count post.  If you have gotten this far, please leave a short comment even if only to say “I did it, I read it all!”

Should I apply?

My high-school friend, that still lives in my small hometown, has recently taken up quilting, too.  We just talked again the other night, mostly about quilting.

Today, she posts a link to me on Facebook to a job opportunity at the Missouri Star Quilting Company. 

Now, I’ve view many of Jenny Doan’s YouTube videos, even bought one of her books a couple weeks ago.  And, being this is a job for Community Manager dealing with social media, blogging, tutorials, I may not be the best qualified, but I definitely feel this would be a potential dream job.

Should I? I would have to move to Hamilton, Missouri, and my daughter would not like that as she enters her senior year in high school, but… I think they have Blue Bell ice cream there!?  It’s not the south, either, but, hmm…. I’m totally tempted!

What should I do?

Musical Marker

We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?

This is terrible.  I can’t think of one, and I love music.

I can, however, remember the weekend after my grandson was born in 2012, my husband had brought up my laptop, and on a whim, I downloaded Hootie and the Blowfish greatest hits.  I had owned it on cassette tape but no longer had a cassette player.

After he left with my teenage daughter, that Sunday night, finally getting slightly settled in with a 5 day old newborn, all visitors having left, I had a few minutes to check email and download that CD.  I had iTunes because we had a Shuffle I won through some contest I don’t remember entering, my daughter had an iPod and a Nano.  So, through iTunes, at that time, I started listening with my headphone on.   When “Time” came on, perhaps the events of the week, lack of sleep, stress, and now relief, I started crying something fierce.  That happens every now and again when I write a post these days.  There have been a few of those so far.

I don’t know if I was crying for the words, or the week, or being a Grandma now, time passing, getting older, fatigue – I just remember those moments like it was yesterday.  Every time now that I hear “Time”, I think of that moment.

Soon, very soon, I’ll be Grandma again.  Maybe I’ll listen to a certain CD, or hear a song on the radio on the way up to Chicago to see her for the first time.   I’ll also be going up there August 17 to stay with them for the week and help out with the new baby.

I’ll let you know when I hear that song.  Yes, I’ll be taking my laptop with me.

And, then, now now, then – that will be the song I remember the summer of 2014 by.

I don’t want to grow up

Adult Visions

As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?

When I was a teenager, one could hardly wait for adulthood.  Yes, people told me, enjoy your youth while you can, but I always saw adulthood as being somehow better – more freedom, less rules, more fun – that you can do whatever you want whenever you want.

I turned 18 in 1979, 35 years ago.  I can honestly say now, that 35 years of adulthood has shown me that with freedom also comes responsibility (not just doing your homework, either, but real life important stuff).  There aren’t less rules, probably more of them.  Sure, I can stay out till 3 in the morning, but where and with whom and is it safe, and will I be able to handle my workload the next day because I’ll be exhausted from getting less than 6 hours of sleep?

More fun – sure, I was able to do things I couldn’t do as kid, but I still have the responsibility of my own children, babysitters, having to stay home if they were sick, etc.  Or maybe, I couldn’t do as many things because my money wasn’t solely spent for me (as my teenage babysitting money was) and what I wanted, but as an adult I had rent, electric, medical bills, car payments, food, school supplies, clothes for the kids, furniture, etc.

So, how far off was my idea  – I’d have to say way off.

Recently, I saw a video of my grandson who is almost 2, just dancing away to Burnin Down the House – just because he felt like it, one night or weekend at home with mom and dad – just felt like dancing and he did.

That’s what I want now, to be a kid again.  To be able to sing, or dance, or laugh when I feel like it.  But, there are conventions, morals, professional appearance, “knowing how to act”, etc.

But, I guess, if I wait a few more years, I’ll enter in those senior years where it is slightly more acceptable to do those things, as a kid, sing when you want, dance when you want.  The only draw back is people believe you are going senile or perhaps have Alzheimer’s.  In other words, they will feel like they have to look out for you because you are acting like a kid again.

I feel like there’s a moral to this story, but I can’t figure out what it is… Anybody?