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Monday, December 26, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Santa Claus
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?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Virginia Tech
Once again, there are reports about a shooting at this already scarred university. Reports are coming in as I write, about the gunman and the victims involved. Police are directing an investigation and the suspect is still at large. The school is on lock down, I have read, from the new alerts. It is our hope this gunman, will be caught before anyone else looses their life.
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Harry Morgan Dies at 96
Everyone was glued to the TV back in those days, to watch M A S H.........
Mike Farrell, Bill Christopher, Harry Morgan, Alda, Loretta Swit, Jamie Farr and David Ogden Stiers, were all stars in the series.
Col. Potter on television's "M*A*S*H" highlighted a show business career that included nine other TV series, 50 films and the Broadway stage, died Wednesday, Dec. 7, 2011. He was 96.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Our Country
You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you. You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
Moving's Hard
Posted by Arden Wallace
Moving’s been really tough on the kids, much harder than I ever expected. I don’t know what I was thinking taking this job halfway across the country but to be honest, I needed the paycheck and since my husband got laid off we didn’t have much of an option. The kids are 13 and 14 and they of course were right in the middle school and getting their social lives on track so I know it was a shock for me to pick everyone up and move to another part of the country. I got the house all set up like our old one with adt Pennsylvania and a game room for them and everything but it’s just not the same. It is nice actually because we’re closer to family than we were down in Florida but I know the kids miss the beach and most of all their friends. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made though and I guess the important thing is that we’re all sticking together as a family.
Moving’s been really tough on the kids, much harder than I ever expected. I don’t know what I was thinking taking this job halfway across the country but to be honest, I needed the paycheck and since my husband got laid off we didn’t have much of an option. The kids are 13 and 14 and they of course were right in the middle school and getting their social lives on track so I know it was a shock for me to pick everyone up and move to another part of the country. I got the house all set up like our old one with adt Pennsylvania and a game room for them and everything but it’s just not the same. It is nice actually because we’re closer to family than we were down in Florida but I know the kids miss the beach and most of all their friends. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made though and I guess the important thing is that we’re all sticking together as a family.
Another Year
Some say it’s just another year, but in reality it’s another year gone by and we just can’t get it back. It’s like a bad comment, that we can’t wish, we hadn’t said. The older I get the harder it is to watch them go by.
The children are in such a hurry, to grow up, that reality for them, is delusional. They can’t see how far it is, to growing up the way, we the older people can see it. Full of energy and life, they strive to get the years behind them, so they can get to another point in life.
I remember the young adult years. It seemed they were so busy, with the predominate things needing to be done. How fast they flew. Here I am saying, “Why it was only yesterday”…… a familiar phrase heard so many times, from my parents and grandparents. ”It was”, only yesterday or so it seemed.
New Year’s brings memories of the old year and hopes of good things in the new one. Our emotions overwhelm us when looking back to what was and what is now. Our hope runs amok, with great expectations, of happiness, love, good fortunes, and financial stability. Yes, it will be a new year, to reach for all new things and hold in your heart the memories of the past.
The children are in such a hurry, to grow up, that reality for them, is delusional. They can’t see how far it is, to growing up the way, we the older people can see it. Full of energy and life, they strive to get the years behind them, so they can get to another point in life.
I remember the young adult years. It seemed they were so busy, with the predominate things needing to be done. How fast they flew. Here I am saying, “Why it was only yesterday”…… a familiar phrase heard so many times, from my parents and grandparents. ”It was”, only yesterday or so it seemed.
New Year’s brings memories of the old year and hopes of good things in the new one. Our emotions overwhelm us when looking back to what was and what is now. Our hope runs amok, with great expectations, of happiness, love, good fortunes, and financial stability. Yes, it will be a new year, to reach for all new things and hold in your heart the memories of the past.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Batteries
It never fails, that you will get ready to do something with a battery operated item and they run down on you. It's good to have rechargeable batteries and charger for back up when these things happen. I have a charger and my problem is keeping up with the batteries that are to be used with it. Many times I will toss them in a hurry, when I am trying to take pictures or do a chore.
Poor Kitty
Some people on Facebook have listed this beautiful lady as being up for adoption..........should you be interested in a cat and have a good home........then go on Facebook and look up her person of interest.
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