….my Dad, a World War Two vet, especially this Memorial Day.
Down here at “Undisclosed Location”, aka “Amity”, our quiet little spot is invaded by the “summer people.” All of a sudden, you have to run and close your house windows for the visitors who insist on stinking up the air with their fire pits. It’s in the 70’s and they need a fire? We all have to suffer because they need a fire. To add insult to injury, there’s the visitors who I will kindly term as being 4 crayons short of an 8 Pack. They get the wettest, greenest sticks and try to burn them. When they do get some degree of success, the stench really is bad. Thus starts the unofficial start of summer.
How sad the true meaning of Memorial Day is lost to most people. Here’s to all who gave all, those who served and those currently serving.
You are the best! Thank you for your service.
I am watching a 3 hour special On-Demand regarding Princess Dianna. This year will mark the 21st year of her passing.
This Friday marks the 20th anniversary of my Dad’s passing. In my heart, it still feels like yesterday. I think back and amazed that I remember everything that happened that day.
My friend, Isabella, has her birthday on Friday. It allows me to smile on that day, as Matti and Luca will be joining in the singing.
Of course, bringing up the rear is the 16th anniversary for Jim and myself on the 31st.
All I keep thinking is , how long ago, vacation was always the last week in August.
I am so thankful for my memory, although somedays I wonder where it went.
Penn State football is on channel x, and when I saw they were playing Maryland, my eyes welled up , in a good way.
Forty years ago, my Dad took me up to State College to see the same matchup. In a sense, with new types of penalties and rulings, I am sure Dad’s head would spin.Still, this game was Dad’s game.
I am always grateful for the love and time we shared; he was the best ! And as they say, God is a Penn State fan-why else is the sky blue and white?
OCTOBER’S PARTY by George Cooper
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.”
The above verse of this poem was drummed into my head in third grade, or maybe fourth, by my teacher, and, for some reason, it has always stayed in my head.
There are many changes that occur in this time of year. Zush is no longer with me, my friend Kathy’s Mom has passed away, school has started up again and it’s the last semester for my nephew Gregory. Kasia is now almost 9 years old.
My father would always tell me how much he hated autumn. I always thought this was strange coming from a man whose birthday was smack dab in the middle of October. As 58 comes heading my way, I get it, Dad.There are no guarantees that the same trees will have leaves next year, or the same people will still be in our lives.It was Dad’s own bittersweet way of letting me know that nothing is forever, and the concept of death made him rather mellow. I am sure he is happy now with my Mom in heaven.
In the meanwhile, Kasia and I will help Jim rake our leaves down here.
I felt my Dad with me while I walked my girls on the beach. The Sea foam in the picture my Dad would always call soap suds.It was almost as if I could here Daddy in my ear.
I wanted to get Zush and Kasia out on the beach before it gets too chilly, and of course, in my heart, I wanted to make memories with Zush.After all, she was the reason we ended up here. If you recall a past post on Sea glass, well, we didn’t score any on our walk, just shells and stones.
In all, we had a good morning, and suffice it to say, we are relaxing this afternoon.
…is what they are talking about on the Weather Channel.
This was the sunrise shot from the east,as obviously I am not at the ocean.Yet, three minutes after I took this shot, the heavy drizzle commenced.The girls and I are old hat at weather, but as I said my morning prayers as we walked, I prayed for those folks affected by the tornados in the south and Midwest-until it happens to you, you have no clue of major life upheaval, that is, if you are fortunate enough to escape with your life.
I’ve read of people saddened at missing Christmas with extended families due to weather.Fortunately their families encouraged them to stay out of harms’way:they felt their present was to have their loved ones for Christmas coming.
I am going through nothing like this, thank God.My weather is in my heart where it’s raining tears, missing MY dad and MY mom and family I can’t be with.I can only pray for the day to be back with them.This Christmas I will have a smile on my face and get comfort knowing I’ll be with them again one day.This is nothing next to the poor 6 people who died in the tornados.
If you are traveling please be careful.May the protective hedge of the Divine Being keep you safe,
Merry Christmas and safe travels !
From me and Kasia,whose tongue is always going,,,,
And from me and the Zush🌲🎀🐶
And from Jim
My Mom had made a ceramic Christmas tree many years ago.It hung in there for a while, and then, it broke.My Dad, ever the trooper, went out to ceramics and made a new tree for my Mom.
I got it out tonight and put it up. I added my little Goebbel/Hummel kneeling angel with Baby Jesus and a balsam candle.
I am smiling tonight because I feel Dad with me. It’s a good feeling!