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1LinerWednesday – We Know When It Is Time

Today I will make my airline reservations to go home. It has been a month today that I flew to Florida when my daughter was rushed to the ER. To see her now is such an amazing improvement. We are all so thankful for her recovery. I appreciate everyone who has extended their good wishes to us and those who have taken the time to read and share her blog.

We have always had a close bond, and this experience has only strengthened that bond. It will still be three weeks before she can lift her daughter or do much to help around the house, but they will be ok. I asked her last night if she was ready for me to go and she said no. 😉 Of course neither of us are ready but we both know that they are all ok now.

My daughter-in-law has a lot on her plate these next few weeks. She will pick up the cooking and cleaning I have been doing, or she will let the unnecessary things slide. I know she will take care of her family until my daughter is able to help more. She has always been an amazing spouse and mother and I know the love will see her through this. I love her so very much.

I have been telling my granddaughter I will be going home soon. She thinks I live here now. I do not want her to be surprised that I am leaving and I do not want to see her sad. She loves her mommies so much and they cherish her, so I know she will be ok. Not as sure about grandma, though.

I know my husband is missing me and I am missing him. It will be nice to get back into our routine and enjoy autumn together. The cool nights, the fall breezes, and the color of the season are all things we look forward to sharing.

So many compartments in this heart of mine. So much love


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Pop Beads

As early as I remember, we had pop beads. My grandmother had them and they looked like pearls. She often wore them to church and had several strands of different pale pastel colors.

The great thing about pop beads was that you could make the strand as long or as short as you wanted by snapping the individual beads together. You could even fashion a bracelet from them as long as your wrist was not too small.

Each bead had a stem that popped into a hole on another bead. They were a fashion statement in the 50’s and 60’s.

Pop beads were made of plastic, resin or lucite and their translucent look made them look like pearls. They were actually well made and would last a long time unless owned by a child. You see, for a child, the constant popping and un-popping the beads was irresistible. Especially in the middle of church service. If you were skilled, you could ease the beads apart quietly by slightly bending them which, in time, would weaken the connection. If they were new, they made a lovely “popping” noise when pulled apart.

I bought a strand of vintage pop beads off eBay for my sister before she passed away. Even with so many girls in the family, none of our pop beads survived.

Now they are sold as children’s toys and come in a variety of bold or neon colors. That would never be suitable for a fashionable lady of my era.

I could not find a photo I felt I could use here, but I will keep looking.

Did you own pop beads?

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So Hey…Can We Be Vulnerable For A Minute?

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Reading my daughter’s blog made me teary-eyed. She is such a light in my life. What is it in life that tells us that being vulnerable is a fault? We fight so hard to be seen as strong while doing harm simply because we cannot been seen as weak in any way. Even if you do not suffer from the things she has endured, this post has a powerful message for all of us.

Two Moms And A Toddler

Before I get into the details of my emergency hysterectomy in an upcoming blog, I want to take a moment to talk about the weeks and days leading up to it. I want to talk about vulnerability. I have had to work extremely hard at allowing myself to be vulnerable with even my closest confidants within my own tribe. I pride myself in being a strong woman. In my younger years, I viewed “strong” as NEVER being vulnerable to anyone. — sort of like the tag line for that commercial for Dry Idea deodorant in the 1980’s: “Never Let Them See You Sweat.”

Knocking down my purposeful and strategically built “wall of strength” has taken many years and while I’m not perfect at it, I am fully aware that vulnerability is the most effective and positive way to connect with others. This is one of the reasons why I’m sharing…

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Train Memories

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I was too young to have ridden the excursion train to West Jefferson, NC. It would not be until much later in life that I learned that most of my ancestors hailed from that area thus the reason for the excursion. People were traveling to visit the family they left behind.

The train cars were often parked by the old train depot when not in use. Many of them were sleeper cars which I found fascinating. They were never locked and we spent many hours playing in those train cars as if they were toys. I can still close my eyes and see the old bunks which through my child’s eye looked like the most luxurious of exquisite hotel rooms.

We also put pennies or pop bottle lids on the tracks so the train would flatten them. That was until one day someone told us that such actions could derail the train. This seems entirely unlikely to me because of the weight and momentum of a train. Please hold while I engage Google. Seems the penny thing is an urban myth. I found no reference to pop bottle lids but I did not look very hard.

As children, we often had suckers (lollipops) tossed to us from the train. I have written about this before. It was a big deal to run down to the creek bank as the train went by in hopes of catching the cellophane-wrapped suckers they threw to the children. I recently read about how this started while visiting the museum in West Jefferson.

Anywhere we walked, we usually chose the railroad as the fastest path. We walked across cattle guards and learned to listen for the vibration indicating a train was en route. Crossing the trestle was always precarious for those (like me) who had a fear of heights.

I would not ride a train until my husband and I took the train from Switzerland to Venice. The Swiss train experience was totally different than our experience on the Italian trains. I was glad our travel agent advised us to buy first class passage on the Italian train. Otherwise, we would have likely been standing the entire trip from Milan to Venice.

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Song Lyric Sunday – Dodie Stevens

The prompt today is for a song around the prompt:

Clothing/Hat/Pants/Scarf/Shirt/Shoes/Tie

I chose another oldie. This was a little early for me, but thanks to two older sisters I got to hear it a lot.

Most of the lyrics of this song are spoken rather than sung. This version (which is the one I remember) was recorded by Dodie Stevens when she was 11 or 12 according to Wikipedia. The song was written by lyricist Micki Grant whose Broadway career shadowed this song which reached #3 in the charts.

The song was also covered by The Chordettes.

It’s a fun song, regardless of your generation. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Now I’ve got a guy and his name is Dooley
He’s my guy and I love him truly
He’s not good lookin’, heaven knows
But I’m wild about his crazy clothes
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
Tan shoes with pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hat band
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
He takes me deep-sea fishing in a submarine
We got to drive-in movies in a limousine
He’s got a whirly-birdy and a 12-foot yacht
Ah, but thats-a not all he’s got
He’s got tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
Tan shoes with pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hat band
Now Dooley had a feelin’ we were goin’ to war
So he went out and enlisted in a fightin’ corps
But he landed in the brig for raisin’ such a storm
When they tried to put ’em in a uniform
He wanted tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
He wanted tan shoes with pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hat band
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Now one day Dooley started feelin’ sick
And he decided that he better make his will out quick
He said
“Just before the angels come to carry me
I want it down in writin’ how to bury me.”
A’wearin tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest and man, oh, man
Give me tan shoes with pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hat band
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
And a big Panama with a purple hat band