Friday, April 17, 2015

Old at 82?

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Back when I was a kid, when someone reached the age of 65 or 70, they were considered to be really old, and, behaved so.  But even so, they lived with family until they were called to die.

Now, however, the number of people living into their 90's, is becoming quite common.

In fact, in the ladies' Sunday School class that I teach, seven or eight of them are older than I am (81). The oldest is 95 and is still driving. The majority of them live alone, but some live with family.

Both of my parents lived at home until they died in the hospital. My sister, Margaret, who never married, was their caregiver.

As for me, I am blessed in still being able to be on my own, paying my own bills, still driving, making my own decisions. I have no idea how long that will continue, but like most all seniors most likely do, dread the time when it is bound to change unless God sees fit to take me home first. I am very aware that it could change at any time. 

If I did become disabled, who knows what would happen? Not I. I can only trust that my children would see that I am cared for.

Many of America's seniors face untenable situations in their daily lives . They live in nursing homes that are just holding pens comparable to cattle way stations. A fortunate few are in upscale places, but not with family, as they used to be. They are still just waiting, mostly.

Times have changed.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Nap Time, Anyone?

Naps, I'm in favor of them. In fact, hardly a day goes by without my taking a nap on purpose, or one that just happens. My body just shuts down for a few minutes, sometimes.

Hey, I think I feel one coming on right now. I've been sitting here working on a quilt, after a long day.

What? Did something just happen? Oh! Did I just drift off? Sorry !

Well, I'll see you tomorrow . I think maybe I hear my recliner calling me.


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Millinery - My Hat's Off to You!

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Millinery - Ladies' hats to you -

A long time ago (before my time of wearing them, by the way) if one wanted to purchase a lady's hat, one went to the millinery shop to obtain it. 

A hat could be ordered made the way one wanted it or it could be purchased ready-made. 

I've always loved hats. Maybe it is because of my stature??? I don't know. I just think they add to one's attractiveness, like a beautiful well-fitted dress or jacket. 

About twenty-five years ago, I began wearing them to church on Sunday morning, and I have continued the custom. Sure, I'm mostly the only one that does, but who cares? Not I. I never minded being the lone person to do something. 

On the bed are most of my Sunday hats, I took the pic while my cat, Bella, was sleeping. Ha.

The second picture is, of course, yours truly at Christmas a couple of years ago. 

Do you have any hats? Do you wear them on Sunday or when? 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Literacy Is A Life Changer

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I taught school for twenty-eight years, as well as being an elementary school librarian part of those years. It is a tragedy to see adults, all the way from high school graduates to the elderly, who can't read above a fourth grade level.

Some of the posts I see on Facebook, convince me that some of the illiterate are appearing there. If you don't believe me, read some of them. You don't even have to read them closely.

Even in reading some books, I see blaring grammatical errors in them.

You can bet your boots that people who say, "I don't like to read", are most likely among the functionally illiterate.

We give Bibles to people to read, then don't make sure that they are capable. 

Thirty-two (32) MILLION American adults are illiterate.

21% of all American adults read below 5th Grade level or not at all.

Over 70 % of America's prison inmates read AT or BELOW a 4th grade level.

85% of all juveniles who wind up in court system are illiterate.

A person who can read well can learn how to do almost anything, if it is in writing!

This is not to say it is criminal to be unable to read, but oh, what a shame it is on us, we who claim to be the richest nation in the world (or used to be), to have so many people who can't read and experience that joy!

"There is no frigate like a book, To take us lands away,"
Emily Dickinson. 

I cannot tell you the number of hours I have spent in far away places, reading. Well, that's a whole other story.

Monday, April 13, 2015


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Kisses... how many kinds are there? Just one, since a kiss is just a kiss, you say? 

Nah! I got to thinking about it yesterday and decided to see how many I could think of. Once you begin thinking, I'll bet you could name a few more.

Baby kisses (the kind that babies give when they are just learning - open mouth on the side of your face or on your chin).

Perfunctory kisses - the kind that hubby gives wife when he gets ready to walk out the door on the way to work or appointment (whatever).

First kisses - when you're just learning how.

Slobbery kisses - like the dog gives you (I don't let a dog kiss me)

Children's kisses - those unexpected wonderful gifts you receive when least expecting them.

Lover's kisses (well, there's all kinds of those - I won't go there)

Sisterly kisses that are given among family members

Friends' kisses of greeting.

Air kisses -- which ain't kisses really, as far as I'm concerned. (Yes, I know ain't is not grammatically correct, but here, who cares?) :P

The kiss of betrayal, The Judas kiss.

Okay, you get the idea about kisses. I know there are probably a lot more. I'll leave it up to you to mention those.

Got any to mention?

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Joie de vivre

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Joie de vivre... the joy of living or of life. Do you still have it? Are you overflowing with it, or is it just somewhere hidden under the surface. If you've lost it, do you know where or how to find it? 

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to joke around, that I'm terrible punster. I'm so glad to be alive! How about you?

When you wake up each morning, do you look forward to the day and its events? Or do you say, "Umph. Wonder what I gotta do today?" 

Does each day look the same to you as you struggle from bed to get to the bathroom? Is there no joy in Mudville?

Or are you saying, "Wow! Thank you, God, for another day of life to enjoy the beautiful world you created for us!" 

Just something to think about...If you feel down, look around you, and be glad you have another day of life that your mother struggled to give you, as you were brought into this world. Another day to serve God. 

Here's to Joie de Vivre! 

Friday, April 10, 2015


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Some  people value their individuality, others want to be like someone else, maybe a famous person.

I always prized not being like anyone else, always wanting just to be appreciated for who I am.

Spare me from being considered a " cookie- cutter" person, please!

Readers Digest used to have a true story in it each month written by different persons. It was called, "My Most Unforgettable Character".

I always thought that it would be nice if someone would write such a story with me as the central subject. What a hoot that would have been for me. 

First and foremost, though, I would want them to say that I'm a believer in Christ.

Yep, I am an individualist. What about you?