I don’t think I became aware of the dreaded ‘world’ until my teens. I knew that I couldn’t be hugged up in the corner with boys at blue light parties. I couldn’t sip out of the bottle they were passing. I couldn’t keep the ten dollar bill that I’d seen the old man drop even if my friends did think I was a fool to give it back. My mother hadn’t raised me like that and Sunday School had taught me that those things were wrong.
I remember Mother’s Day from wa-a-ay back in the day when all of the women in the church would dress up and then set it off in hats, fur stoles, and high heels. Their looks were mesmerizing and as eye-catching as any Hollywood movie star’s. Easter was for the children, but Mother’s Day was a woman’s day to shine. I remember the famous, frothy, ice cold frappes served at the Mother’s Day Teas and the Fashion Shows put on with clothes supplied by Evans and Fashion Plate clothiers.
Coffee is the best thing that has ever happened to me in the mornings. Some of you love tea the same way and so I grant you this right, also. In fact there is nothing we love that any other person has the right to declare wrong for us. Over the years I’ve seen battles waged against chocolate, eggs, red meat, and other products
The first 45 I ever bought was “Shop Around”, by the Miracles. “Who’s Lovin’ You” was on the reverse side. Since my father’s turntable was designed for 33 1/3’s, I had to buy the yellow plug that snapped into the middle of a forty-five to make it fit the
My 27 year-old daughter and I had a ball laughing at how my generation had to use manual typewriters for our high school and college term papers. I thrilled her with stories of hundreds of balled up papers tossed on the floor near the trashcan. These papers boasted mistakes, lumpy whited-out corrections, and strikeovers warranting me to have to start all over again. I described all-night typing sessions, pumped up on “No Doze”, while I slaved over a paper that was due the next morning.
Do you bake the best cakes or pies in your family? Can you design everything from muu-muus to wedding dresses? Do you write great poems or tell great stories? Can you add up figures in your head faster than anyone else? “Then do the math!” That”s the talent God has given you. How you choose to make it work is up to you.
Say no to deliverymen’s requests for drinking water, pop, or the restroom. These people aren’t your friends and they are getting paid for what they’re doing. Don’t allow them to call you if they are ahead of schedule and just want to pop in at their convenience. If my mom was watching “Jeopardy” or “Wheel of Fortune”, I wasn’t stopping her pleasure for someone else’s convenience.
If you’ve been with me for a while, you know that I like to post pictures of my summer garden as well as what I see in my neighbors yards from walks around the community. Well, during summer hiatus, one of my favorite sites is houzz.com. Today I thought I’d share some of my favorite garden and flower pictures from them. Please enjoy your tour.
I am on my way to the gym this morning! Not that it has anything to do with a New Year’s Resolution. As my body gets older and the joints get tighter, I need to move it around in order to keep things working. Also, as a retiree, I need to get up and get moving. It is so easy to sit in my comforttable chair and watch the news, or read, or surf the net.
This morning, I’m reposting an article about 74 year old Ernestine Sheperd. This amazing woman didn’t even begin working out until she was 56. Now, she is winning body building championships, modeling, and teaching fitness. The bible teaches, “We can do all things through Christ”. I hope this inspires you, too.
The first time I heard “The Party”, by Paul Laurence Dunbar, was in 1990 at my former high school’s Hall of Fame Induction. The poem was recited by Ms. Eunita Rushing, an alumna of the school, whom I had not known as such an orator. Though we honored Bernard Shaw, Reuben Cannon, Mr. T., and Lou Rawls that night, the true hit was Mr. Dunbar himself through Ms. Rushing.