Blog, Independence Day

Independence Day Struggle

Day 284

Today is the 4th of July. America’s Independence Day. A day of family gatherings, BBQ, and celebrations capped off with wondrous displays of fireworks.

But my heart struggles.

Today I think about the situation at our southern border. I think about the people who came here frightened, looking for a better way of life — a safer life. This is what my ancestors did hundreds of years ago. I think about how precarious the journey must have been for some of them in the 1700’s. Records are lost so I cannot know for sure, but history paints a strong picture.

America was to be the great melting pot.

I do not have the answers to solve these problems, but I believe with all my heart, the current solution is a horrible one. My ancestors certainly were not native to this country. They were poor, hardworking people who came here hoping to make a better life. As a result, I am able to live today with relative comfort.

I love my country, but I do not love its politics.

I had hoped we put a lot of our sad history behind us. Not to forget, but to overcome.

Sadly, there is an undercurrent of hate that I find alarming.

I know we are all different. I know we often disagree. But it is hard for me to understand how any American is not disturbed by the same things that haunt me.

Lady Liberty, I believe your true heart is breaking today.

Please don’t give up on us. There are a lot of really good people fighting the good fight. People who want to see your heart whole again.

May we all join in the pursuit of peace for all people.

Blog, Easter

Reflections on Easter Morning

Image Courtesy of Pixabay

Day 200

I woke up at 2:00 a.m. with Easter hymns running through my head. I was flooded with memories of Easter with my family and missing those times with my siblings, my parents and my grandparents.

Easter morning was always early as we almost always got up and went to Sunrise Service out on a hillside somewhere. If the weather (rain and snow) did not allow for it, we still got up and went to church.

I remember well the new crisp Easter dresses with crinolines that scratched my legs. We always had a shiny new pair of black patent leather shoes and on a rare occasion, an Easter bonnet. For some reason, my parents dressed my two older sisters as if they were twins, even though they were almost a year and a half apart — they hated it as they got older. My brother was always in a suit jacket which was a very rare site to see.

If we were lucky, we got to walk home from church while the adults stood on the front steps to talk. Listening to adults talk for what seemed like forever was the worst!

On the days leading up to Easter Sunday, we would dye Easter eggs. The dye was in the form of a hard tablet that required vinegar and water. It took forever for those tablets to dissolve! There was usually a wax crayon we used to write our names on the eggs so they would resist the dye. Let’s just say our Easter egg designs were not fine art.

After church there was always a big dinner, usually served around 3 in the afternoon. Our Easter baskets were in view all morning, but we did not get our Easter baskets until after we had eaten. Our Easter baskets were inexpensive woven baskets with long handles . Nothing like the stuffed-animal type of baskets today.

When we were younger we hid and hunted Easter eggs. If it rained, we hid them in the house, but I do not recommend that. It seems there is always one egg that gets lost until months later and that is an unpleasant discovery let me tell you!

I hope this morning hold good memories for you, no matter your belief system. Most of all I wish you peace.

Easter holds a lot of good memories for me. For those that celebrate, it is a celebration of the resurrection and the promise of everlasting life.

This morning I am saddened by the news coming out of Sri Lanka on this Easter Sunday. Such a senseless act of violence.

Blog, Holidays, Valentine's Day

Share Your Story – A Valentine’s Day Invitation

Day 132

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day in the U.S.

A few days ago I mailed valentines to all of our grandchildren. Valentine’s Day is not one of the holidays hubby and I put much stock in. We have never given cards, or flowers or candy. It is usually a day we choose to just spend together doing something we both enjoy.

This morning I saw a blog post by Toritto which was a poignant reminder that tragedy can strike at any time — even on a day set aside for celebrating love.

Most of us have several love stories. Some ending well, some not so well, some as only a witness, some a love for a pet, and some an ongoing love in our lives. I wondered how best to tell several love stories all in one day. After much thought, I have decided to write them all as single line stories in one post.

All these stories are a witness to the power of love and I think telling them in this way is a challenge as a writer.

If you care to join in, you can certainly link back to my post tomorrow, or if you are not a blogger, just leave it in the comments. Of course, you can just post privately if you would rather. I think it’s good to reflect on the many loves in our lives whether we share or not.

I will be working on my one line stories today and will have the post up shortly after midnight Eastern time the U.S. I will approve any pingbacks if you want to share your stories. I would love to read them.

In honor of tomorrow and to set the mood, I thought I would share one of my favorite love poems.

Rod McKuen, Listen to the Warm

I live alone.
It hasn’t always been that way.
It’s nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you’re still alive.

I’m not sure what it means.
Why we can not shake the old loves from our minds.
It must be that we build on memories
And make them more than what they were.
And is the manufacture
Just a safe device for closing up the wall?

I do remember.
The only fuzzy circumstance
Is sometimes where-and-how.
Why, I know.

It happens just because we need
To want and to be wanted too,
When love is here or gone
To lie down in the darkness
And listen to the warm.

Blog, christmas


Day 109

Welcome to my UGH day. I woke up dreading today. It is holiday cleanup day. (At least inside the house.)

Hubby loves Christmas and always hates to let go. This year was harder because of the death of his mom days before Christmas. It did not feel like Christmas at all this year.

So, I have tried to be understanding about leaving the tree up, but it WAS a live tree and now it was more like Jacob Marley — dead as a door-nail.

Decorating is always so joyful, but taking everything down and repacking it for a year is NOT fun. Thanks to Marie Kondo, however, a few things are going to be donated rather than going back into storage.

I am happy to be putting the pictures of the grandkids back on the mantelpiece. I have missed those faces!

Dinner has already been prepared. We will have the 15-bean soup I cooked last night after the power came back on.

Tomorrow I will do a thorough cleaning and get things back to a little more normal.

It’s time to plow ahead into 2019.

Blog, mother, new years

First Day of 2019

Day 89

The new year has an immediate pause since today is a holiday.

We had the traditional holiday meal with our daughter and her family — black-eyed peas, collards and cornbread.

Tomorrow we start a tough week. We will go be with our family to finalize arrangements for Mom’s memorial service.

Please keep us in your thoughts.