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Happy Birthday Son

My oldest son turned 42 years old yesterday…


Doug … had the prettiest curly hair…

with brother and our special puppy, Sugar…

We had celebrated with our little family on Sunday evening…


Blowing out his ONE BIG CANDLE… beat putting 42 on the cake!

His Dad… me, his Mom… his brother… sister-in-law and his two nieces and nephew…

This is all he wants!

We are his world!

We make him happy!


walking in park with nephew…


so proud of niece graduating from High School…

His Dad has become his best friendOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

They kid a lot… telling corny jokes k13041725… play scratch tickets together… go to the River Boat Casino every now and then…

If his Dad needs a hand around the house … he is right therewith lots of advice!

but, he does know how to do so many things… has that knack of fixing thingsredoing things…

He buys and sells on Ebay3625v1-max-150x150 for extra money(he’s on disability) and does well at it…

He loves to collect items and knows what it’s worth by his investigating on the computer…

Yes, he is smart!… he is loving… he is a good son!…OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Doug on right…

with Uncle visiting from Georgia… Rebellious years for sure!

I’m his partner in shopping at thrift stores… peddler’s malls…yard sales…

We have a common bond in loving older things… music… collectibles… movies…



He seems to have lots of confidence in me… although I’ve had to be the “mean” one at times… in discipline… pushing him forward… making him do for himself!

The neighbor lady calls him the “supervisor”… because he loves telling others how to do things… and has great confidence in his opinions…

Most people who know him… love him…


with cousin at her son’s wedding…

He has a natural ease in talking to all kinds of people…

especially people he feels has had a tough life

I imagine he can relate!

You would never guess… he suffers from bi-polar disorderP_culture_svg

He shys away from certain people at times due to their scrutinizing him …

He doesn’t go to some placestoo crowded… suffocates him and gives him anxiety…

Has a little paranoia… in what others think of him… what others may do… safety issues and doing right all of the time…

He would fight for those he loves with all of his might!


Family is what’s important to him!

He is concerned of his looks and has recently lost around 40+ pounds… Looking good!


Last Birthday…                                    3 months later at Christmas…

He is more content around me and his Dad…

He has become a wonderful person

He loves his nieces and nephew above all things…


with Kennedy, Carson and Taylor…

Wants to do for them and wants them to succeed…

He’s achieved so much in his 42 years… more than he realizes… but, being his Mom I see the accomplishments

Happy Birthday to my first-born… my Doug!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Backward

All I seemed to be able to get were the backs of my Football Player Grandson, his Mom and Dad…

I guess they were too busy to look around…

Carson is always attentive to the coaches…


Melanie is intent on getting some good photos of the team…


and Brian is helping with the “Chain Crew”…


“My” Favorite Fathers…

I picked my “immediate” favorite Fathers…

We have so many in our BIG extended family



My son Doug… is not a “Father” but, the best Uncle any kids could ever have…

Sometimes “surrogate” fathers are wonderful… the ones who play games, always have movies available, treats on hand and lots of love to give…


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My son Brian… has turned into one of the Best Dads I know…

I’ve never seen so much love oozing out of a person for his three kids

and they know it!…

Hugging… smooching… playing with them… talking to them… disciplining them…

and working hard every day to provide for them…



My brother Charles has 5 children, 7 grandchildren

He takes them on trips… different places to eat… babysits… and is loved by all of them!



My brother Eddie has passed… and will truly be missed today…

A  wonderful Dad… as you would see by his 3 grown children

Two daughters and one son + two children who died as infants… 

and three Grandchildren

Worked hard every day… taking them on many trips… eating out a lot and just showing his love in his hugs and grin…


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My dad ( Edward )…with my Brother Eddie…

Served in the Navy…

Had us three children…+ raised our half-brother and sister

18 Grandchildren and 42 Great-Grandchildren and 8 Great-great Grandchildren “as of today”…

( I might hear differently if someone counts better than me)…

Provided by working hard every day… building our home…

and giving us love and discipline…

Taking us on many trips… teaching us so many things about life…



My husband… Then and now…

Loving Father… hard worker… supporting… fun… active…

Giving all he could and still does to his two boys and his three Grandkids

Thanks to these guys in my life that have shown what being a Dad is all about!

Treasures Left From My Daddy…

My dad always made each one of us feel so special…

He was always laughing…k13327028

had a joke to tell…

Not affectionate in a huggy/kissy way… but, through his words and actions we knew we were loved

Taking us on outings

Always trips to the drive-in k6801775… parks/picnicsx12239912 … vacations… friend’s homes

People loved him so… Always visitors at the house…


He was a hard worker… coming in from hanging wallpaper all day… so tired… but, with a smile on his face… as we greeted him…

He disciplined with a look and words only…

Things he left us when he passed…

discipline, work ethics, generosity, reliability, honesty, sense of humor, caring, love…

things he had made with his own hands…

a history of his youth…

a pride in his accomplishments…

He was raised in an orphanage where he said, “I got the best care and education I could have ever received!”…

In an exhibition ball game he struck out Babe Ruth 75px-Babe_Ruth and made headlines in the newspaper… A great young pitcher at that time… but, hurting his arm deferred that career…

ending with a career as a wallpaper hanger… known in Louisville as one of the best!


Dad… second from left sitting on ground…


Second from left on first row…


second from left again…


Newspaper article in the Courier JournalLouisville KY


Dad’s picture in center… highlighted…

Babe Ruth center behind Dad’s photo…

Happy Father’s Day Daddy!

I had to share this special poem by Freeda Nichols… a fellow blogger I follow… who is a wonderful poet and storyteller…

His Favorite Daughter

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Three Girls Colorized Circa 1915 (Photo credit: linkerjpatrick)

There once was a huntsman, John Dee– his name

who lived in the great Ozark hills

and he had three daughters, sweet daughters–all three.

He told each one she was his favorite–

his favorite was she.

Each girl admired her kind-hearted father

and smiled to herself thinking she

was his favorite daughter–

most favored of the beautiful three.

Now Sadie, the eldest, was certain that she

would inherit the watch that he wore

but Carly could tell by the glint in his eye

it was she he would leave it for

and Julie just knew she would get it–for sure–

the pocket watch trimmed in gold.

When each little girl had begun toddling around,

John held the watch close to her ear.

The little girls loved its tick and its tock–

the pocket watch trimmed in gold.

They lived on the hillside by rocks and rills

in the awesome and beautiful Ozark hills.

© 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

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Daily Prompt: Say Your Name

Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

Photographers, show us  YOU.

I was named Marilyn Kay… k6575224

I’ve heard a few stories about how my name was chosen…dyi0003

I was born on the same daysame hospitalrco0036 … of another little girl cousin…

I was born 3 hours before her… k4190806

From what I hear my Dad was not so good at watching anything to do with birthsFainting… right out! Out_Cold

Mom and my bigger sister from what I hear thought a neighbor’s great-niece was the cutest little girlk12843214 … and my sisterwho can be pretty persistentbegged Mom to name me Marilyn… this little girl’s name…

My sister’s name being Carolyn… made our names sound like twin names… maybe there was something to that too…x19209803

Then… my oldest brother who was in the Coast Guard 75px-US-CoastGuard-Seal_svg… sent my Mom a letter szo0433 wanting me to be called Donna Kay… if I hadn’t already been named… From what he says… a girlfriend at the time and of course he thought that was a beautiful name

Mom compromised and “Marilyn” stayed and “Kay” was added… making them both happy…

Evidently my birth was a little special… since Mom was 40 and Dad 41… and my sister’s and brother’s were all older… My sister being 6 years older… when I was born…

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Two Years old (1951) … taken at Renfro Valley… Kentucky’s Country Music Capital in Eastern KY

Daddy’s Poem

E-mail I would like to share…
Daddy’s Poem”

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

Her favorite
dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy’s Day at school,

And she
couldn’t wait to go.


But her mommy tried to tell her,

she probably should stay home;

Why the kids might not

If she went to school alone.


But she was not

She knew just what to say.

What to tell her

Of why he wasn’t there today.


But still her mother

For her to face this day alone.

And that was why, once

She tried to keep her daughter home.


But the little girl went to school ,

Eager to tell them all.

About a dad she
never sees, a dad

Who never calls.


There were daddies along the
wall in

Back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming

Anxious in their seat.


One by one the teacher

On a student from the class.

To introduce their

As seconds slowly passed.


At last the teacher
called her name,

Every child turned to stare.

Each of them was

A man who wasn’t there.


“Where’s her daddy

She heard a boy call out.

“She probably doesn’t have

Another student dared to shout.


And from somewhere near the

She heard a daddy say,

“Looks like another deadbeat

Too busy to waste his day.”


The words did not offend

As she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

Told her to go on..


And with hands behind her

Slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a

Came words incredibly unique.


“My Daddy couldn’t be

Because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could

Since this is such a special day.


And though you
cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know

All about my

And how much he loves me so.


He loved to tell me

He taught me to ride my bike;

He surprised me with pink

And taught me to fly a kite.


We used to share fudge

And ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see

I’m not standing here alone.


‘Cause my daddy’s always
with me,

Even though we are apart;

I know because he told

He’ll forever be in my heart”


With that, her little
hand reached up,

And lay across her chest.

Feeling her own

Beneath her favorite dress.


And from somewhere
there in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.

watching her daughter,

Who was wise beyond her years.


For she
stood up for the love

Of a man not in her life.

Doing what was
best for her,

Doing what was a right.


And when she dropped her
hand back

Down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with
a voice so soft,

But its message clear and loud.


“I love
my daddy very much,

he’s my shining star.

And if he could, he’d be

But heaven’s just too far.


You see he is an American

And he died just this past year, ,

When a roadside bomb
hit his convoy

And taught Americans to fear.


But sometimes
when I close my eyes,

it’s like he never went away.”

And then she
closed her eyes,

And saw him there that day.


And to her
mother’s amazement,

She witnessed with surprise,

A room full of
daddies and children,

All starting to close their


Who knows what they saw before them;

Who knows what
they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

They saw him at her


“I know you’re with me Daddy,”

to the silence she
called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once
filled with doubt.


Not one in that room could explain

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk
beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.


And a
child was blessed, if only for

a moment, by the love of her shining

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too


Family /Friends Relationships

We’re having company from Georgia … Two of  Bobby’s sisters… His immediate family has dwindled to three sisters and himself… Total of 4…When we first met there were his Mother, 5 sisters, 3 brothers and himself… I, myself, have a sister and a brother  today…I had Mom and Dad, 2 sisters and two brothers… Now a total of 3… Of course 42 years has passed…Not to say our family’s haven’t grown …We’ve added in-laws, nieces, nephews and grandchildren… But, there has been so many changes… I love Bobby’s family…especially the sisters… We’ve remained very close…Visiting as much as possible …So happy to talk to each other and keep in touch … His family has become mine and mine his… I feel very fortunate with my situation… the combination worked… We will have lots of fun when the sisters get here…We’ve made plans to go to several places…but, what I love best…is just sitting and talking to them … They have memories …we have memories …and sharing all of them is like all are with us just as it was 42 years ago… Thank goodness for family!

“My Kids!”…

I ran into another of my previous students in Wal-Mart  yesterday… I knew her Grandmother before Tonya was even born…She was my  lady… When she came by the house…we sat and had coffee  and talked for an hour or so… We became friends… her daughter was expecting a baby girl …first grandchild… so special…And that she was!… I had started working with Special Ed  children by then… She asked me to come out to the car one day and see her precious granddaughter… I knew immediately there was something different about Tonya…I wasn’t an expert by no means…but, just knew…Later she asked me what I thought…She had seen it and I just verified her feelings…Tonya was tested and was found to have a mental disability … And as things happen, at the age of 10 she was enrolled in our classroom at TJMS… We were so surprised… Since we had such a connection… had formed a bond… Tonya is now graduated from school…living with her Mom… and so very close to her Grandma … She is their life… Tonya recognized me but, was shy …has some gray in her hair…unimaginable to me that she is as old as she is…around 35 I would say… I know so much about this family and what their life has entailed… Another combination of relationships that have worked … Thank goodness for this extra addition to my family!

“Dads”…Special Fathers!

When I was a little girl …some of my favorite times were with my Dad…He was a great talkertold storieslaughed a lot…and everyone loved him…He hung wallpaper for a living …Worked every day…I never remember him being sick and having to stay home from work…I remember meeting him at his station wagon and carrying in his lunch box …The big, long station wagon held his wallpaper books that he showed to his customers, his ladders , his wallpaper pasting table  he set up in people’s homes to paste on…I loved that smell of wallpaper and paste…There were also his scissors that he would get sharpened at Heimerdinger Cutlery …still in business since 1861…At that time they were located on Jefferson Street in Louisville…You never used them for cutting anything else …These were his special tools…Tools  that made his work easier and helped him make a living for his family…His paste brushes, carefully wrapped after cleaning them everyday…Buckets for water and to mix the paste in…He had scaffolding …Boards that extended and that he would lay between two ladders to walk on…He always had a little black book  that he was writing in…No, it  was not full of girl’s telephone numbers…maybe customer’s numbers…but, he wrote down color combinations , prices, dimensions, estimates , dates , addresses, people’s names…anything he felt important…He kept a pencil with him all the time … a carpenter’s pencil they called it…because it was flat……and usually a tape measure …He was usually by himself hanging the wallpaper…and knew all the tricks to getting the job done…I have wall papered a lot It is not easy!…lot’s of climbing up and down ladders ..holding your arms up in one position until you get everything matched and even …but, just like him…I love it!…I guess it’s the finished product…Smooth colorful walls with pretty designs stripes  or flowers  that brighten up the room…I will always have a little wallpaper in my house…Then I will have that wonderful smell to remind me of those special days!…Happy Father’s Day Dad!  


“My Kids!”…

Dad’s have many professions …but, I think the most important one is just Being a Dad! My son is what I call a real dad!…He watches his kids, goes to ballgames , skating parties , shopping , out to eat with them, plays with them , makes breakfast for them … I love it when I see them all sitting in his lap…He never seems to mind…He doesn’t even notice…They kiss him , hug him , tell tales on him…They can’t wait to see him! …Our school dads had “Special Kids” to raise…not the expectations that they had when they found out they were having a little girl or boy…Sometimes life hands us something we have never encountered…I’m sure these Dads were taken off guard…had many questions…had much apprehension…when they learned of their child’s special” handicap…All I can say is that I saw these Dads love their children like a Dad should…It showed! …and from what I heard them say…They were each given a little blessing in disguise…There were a few of our student’s dads  that stand out in my mind…The love you saw demonstrated was so touching …Every field trip …they were there…every event  at school …they were there…they talked about the progress they saw in their child …they told us funny stories …The smiles on their faces as their child ran to meet them …and those little hugs, as they dropped them off for school … said wonders… For those Dads that have loved the profession of being a Dad…Happy Father’s Day!