Tag Archive | Mom and Dad

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture that evokes HOME for you…

My Mom and Dad created a home full of love… family and friends…

A place we felt safe in…

A place we liked to be…

A place we wanted to come back to…

A place we knew was kept clean

A place we knew would have good food…

A place we could bring our friends to…

A place to play

A place to talk

A place to learn lessons

A place to explore

Yes… That’s what I think HOME is…

My Home was to be duplicated but, with my touch

It would take both my husband and myself to fulfill this task…

I fill my home with things I like…

and after looking around…

I found this is what my Home depicts…

A love for Family!

 

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Grandkids photos in album…

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Photo Wall in my computer room…

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A photo of my dog I had for 16 years…”Sugar”… and still like to remember her…

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Grandkids in different stages…

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I even have them on my computer screen… They make me smile and feel good every day!

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Early years… later years…

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My oldest Granddaughter and the little chicken she gave so many years ago…

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Even a friend knew where my HOME was… as she gave me this for a present one time…

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Favorite photo… Great ages for all!

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My husband Bobby…I call him mine… A happy day…

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Kids with their Uncle… I know how much they love him…

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My youngest son and wife…  A great combo!

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My son…”Daddy with his girls”

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and finally my Jill… She makes our Home…

by being her typical “cat self”…

and loves us unconditionally as we do her!

Daily Prompt: Musical/Daily Post

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Memory…

Music to me makes me relax but, when put in a play at my Granddaughter‘s school… It becomes “ARRR!”… That’s pirate talk  k2070806 for let’s sing… let’s dress up… let’s have fun!… k3405158

The kids work really hard to put on these cute skits/plays/musicals

Learning songs… memorizing partsk3523752

… and choosing costumes /make-up to accent their awesomeness!k2070809

The teacher who directs this and works with these kids must have lots of patience… not expecting perfection… they are Elementary kids… k3471585but, so thrilled when the audience of parents, grandparents, friends and co-workers stand to give a loud applause and “way to go’s”…

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Of course being the Grandparent… my eyes are only on her… my granddaughter, Kennedy… for most of the play…

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but, you can’t help eyeballing her friends… the props they made… and the neat ideas for costumes

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Mom and Dad sitting on bleachers with big smiles… and backing her all of the way…

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what lessons can be learned in this musical environment

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maybe a few musicians… actors… script writers… teachers will emerge with memories of  “The Pirate’s!…

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A Children’s Pirate Shanty by Mark “Cap’n Slappy” Summers (can be sung to the tune of Monty Python’s “I’m a Lumberjack and I’m OK” – or make up your own!

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Chorus I’m a pirate! That I be! I sail me ship upon the sea! I stay up late – till half past three! And that’s a peg below me knee!

Yo Ho, my friends I have a tale of treasure, plunder, sea and sail my story’s bigger than a whale it gets so deep, ye’ll have to bail.

Chorus I’m a pirate! That I be! I sail me ship upon the sea! I stay up late – till half past three! And that’s a peg below me knee!

I like to fish, I like to fight I like to stay up half the night When I say “starboard” ye go right! Me ma, she says, “Ye look a fright!”

Chorus I’m a pirate! That I be! I sail me ship upon the sea! I stay up late – till half past three! And that’s a peg below me knee!

I’ve got no hand but that’s me hook! I pillage stuff but I’m no crook. Me booty’s in this chest I took. They’ll write about me in a book!

Chorus I’m a pirate! That I be! I sail me ship upon the sea! I stay up late – till half past three! And that’s a peg below me knee!

And that’s all there is to this song. I hope it hasn’t been too long. A pirate’s life might just be wrong So grow up nice and big and strong!

Chorus I’m a pirate! That I be! I sail me ship upon the sea! I stay up late – till half past three! And that’s a peg below me knee!

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“Pirate Talk”…

“Drivelswigger” – One who reads about nautical terms too much.

I always investigate things I’m writing about… so this could be me!

“Picaroon” – From the Spanish word for rascal, it was applied to a form of verse about pirates that was satirical or humorous.

As you know… anything concerning kids… would have humor in it…

“Cackle Fruit” – Chicken eggs…

I just had to mention this term… because my brother-in-law from Georgia used to call eggs …”cackle berries”

“Avast” – “Avast Ye!”  – From the Dutch term for ‘hold fast’ and means “Stop and pay attention.”

How many times do you think the teacher said this to this “crew”…

I told you I investigate too much on the subjects I write…

Bare with me and read this joke…ha-ha-ha-ha!…it’s that funny!

A pirate k2289460walked into a bar and the bartender said, ‘Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible.’

‘What do you mean?’ said the pirate, ‘I feel fine.’

Bartender, ‘What about the wooden leg? You didn’t have that before.’

Pirate, ‘Well, we were in a battle and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I’m fine now.’

Bartender, ‘Well, OK, but what about that hook? What happened to your hand?’

Pirate, ‘We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted with a hook. I’m fine, really.’

‘ Bartender ‘What about that eye patch?’

Pirate, ‘Oh, one day we were at sea and a flock of birds flew over. I looked up and one of them pooped in my eye.’k2070810

‘You’re kidding,’ said the bartender, ‘you lost an eye just from bird poop.’

Pirate, ‘Well it was my first day with the hook.’

How I Grew Up…

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This is copied from an email I received from a friend… It touched me in that it described how I grew up… Maybe you will find similarities too…

I grew up with practical parents. A mother, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it… ( Mom actually did this… even the styrofoam ones)… A father who was happier getting old shoes  fixed than buying new ones. ( I remember riding with him to the shoe repair man to get new soles put on his shoes up at a little shopping center not too far from our house)…

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. (Both of my parents had been married before… Mom bringing two children into the marriage… and then my parents having us 3 additional children…We were all treated pretty equal…and we knew “our” parents loved us)… Their best friends lived barely a wave away. ( Even though we lived in the county on eight acres of land  my Dad had bought when he came out of the service… NAVY… we knew everyone along the road from one end to the other  )…

I can see them now, Dad in trousers, dress shirt and a hat ( I mainly picture my Dad in white overalls…a painter’s hat…and carrying his lunch box… He was a wallpaper hanger  )…and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand , and dish-towel in the other. (That describes my Mom to a tee… Printed house dresses… raising chickens …cooking like no one else could… cutting the grass… raising veggies and flowers)… It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. ( Mom as well as Dad could repair about anything… I just told my husband today… I could repair the screen  in some windows we have… I’ve done it before… learning from Mom and Dad)… Things we keep. Dads with paint brushes, hammer, digging in the garden. ( Dad built two homes for us… with his own two hands and little help… I can’t remember him saying he couldn’t do anything!… He always tried! … His tools were kept in good shape… always put back where they belonged… Hammers… saws… nails… paint… brushes… You name it… and he had it!) Coming home tired after working long hours!… ( I remember meeting my Dad at his truck… carrying in his lunch box … and him kidding me in some way about whether I was a “baggy pants” or a “pesticator”… I always answered “pesticator”… No way was I a baggy pants!

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy … all that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.
( I swore I would use as much water as I wanted to when I grew up!… We had to have water delivered in a big truck and put in a cistern… because we lived so far out in the county… so water was used sparingly… And I have to say… I do water my flowers… let the water run over my feet and legs while I’m washing things down after cutting grass … take a long bath with the tub filled up with bubbles and I let my Grandkids play with the water hose when they are over)…

But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more. ( My Mom died in January… winter… at the age of 98… She was the next to last of a line of wonderful strong women… Only a sister left when she passed out of 12 children… She had lived with me for 5 years until at age 93 she fell and broke her hip… Nursing home after that with my sister and I taking turns… every night putting her to bed) …Then my father died… all the help he gave, helping fix things will never be again! ( My Dad had passed 19 years before my Mom of a heart attack  … Only 79… but, had lived a rich full life… even at that… The funeral home was so full… that we were elbow to elbow… an awesome sight… and the love and memories flowing was just a pull at the heart! and yes… I wished for him many times for advice and his helping hand )… 

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away too soon…. never to return. So, while we have it… it’s best we love it …. And care for it… And fix it when it’s broken… And heal it when it’s sick… It’s best to overlook the small things! (We always tried to make up if there were differences of opinions … we learned that early in life… and I’m sure it was from our parents)

This is true for marriage … and old cars … and children with bad report cards … and dogs with bad hips… and aging parents… and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. ( My husband and I have been married 43 years… have two lovings sons…and three wonderful grandchildren… No!…it’s not been a perfect life… but, we loved hard… said we were sorry  many times… gave hugs and kisses to take the hurts away… helped each other get through what hardships we had to face)… Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. ( I’m having my 45th High School Class Reunion in October… and thank goodness I stay in touch with quite a few… Of course there’s been many other friends… from work… from meetings I attend… from old neighborhoods…and some family members I feel are friends also)…

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special… And so, we keep them close! ( I have these type of people in my life… aren’t I lucky!) …

I received this from someone who thinks I am a “keeper”… so I’m blogging  this to people I think of in the same way… Now it’s your turn to send this to those people that are “keepers” in your life.

Good friends are like stars  …. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close!

“Show By Example…Will Never Be Forgotten!”

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I just talked to my daughter-in-law… she wanted to know if I remembered I was having my grandson tonight?… uhhhh?… I hate to say it, “I had forgotten!”  … not a big deal… I’ll take my grandkids anytime I can… I couldn’t believe a week had passed… I had him last Friday  night… Mom and Dad both having to work… and had promised I’d have him this Friday too… Both working again…

This time I will have Carson

and his big sister, Kennedy

… Great!… Love seeing them both… I say, “They can spend the night if they want”  … Sometimes they do and sometimes they have other plans… I’ve learned to understand that they are growing up and have friends they like being with…

Last week Carson couldn’t spend the night because he had a parade the next day… A parade with his fellow football players … all of the teams riding in trucks  and walking to show their team spirit  

He was excited about making some signs to show his support… so Grandma (me)… with her never-ending supply of ideas … helped him make a sign  … We made it out of a box… covered in paper… glued “Viking” pictures … and drew pictures… and painted … put it on a stick provided by his Poppy… and hung gold and purple ribbons  from it… Well, I guess you get the picture… He thought it was just awesome!… Our heads put together can usually come up with some pretty nifty stuff

We made various other smaller signs… and he told me, “Taylor made me one too”… that’s his older sister

I left him to watch TV for a while and got on   … He would come in and get a few supplies from my stash … I had no idea what he was doing until he brought 3 cards to me and asked me, “Will you spell a few words for me?” He’s seven … and he had written most of what he wanted to say by himself… The gist of it was… He had written notes to all three of his coaches telling them how they were the best coaches his team could have… then placed them in envelopes to take to them the next day…

Of course tears came to my eyes of how thoughtful he was… how he had done this all on his own… how “smart” I think he is!… but, of course the main thing is that he has a good heart  … and maybe he’s already learning to show it to others … I just think that’s such a wonderful thing… Way to go Mom and Dad… Sisters… maybe even Grandparents… for showing him the way others should be treated

I always say, “Show by example… and it will never be forgotten!”

Love you Carson!

PS… Mom held the sign high and everyone commented on how great it was at the parade… I knew it all along!

After The Rain

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After a good rain like we had this morning… I love to walk around and look at everything… The flowers… grass… and backyard in general has had a good bath… all shiny and clean

I go barefoot all of the time… I really like the feel of the grassdamp and cool…the ground… slightly muddy and soft… and the roughness of the concrete pavers and stones

The sun is coming out again… leaving some of the droplets on things sparkling in its light…

New seedlings are lifting their tiny heads…wanting the warmth of the sun to shine on them…until they grow taller and eventually bloom

The baby bird in the red bird house is resting… until he peeps so loud that Mom and Dad begin to look for food for him… He’s quite a talker!..

We sit in the swing that needs a second coat of paint…although I kind of like the rustic look it has become with the first…Might even leave it that way…

The bird bath that I turned into a little flower-pot of sorts is showing off its little leafy sprouts of Marigolds…

The bench that no one can sit on anymore… will get painted eventually… and hold more flower pots… too rickety to sit on…but, like it for another purpose now…

My new brightly colored tins attached to the deck rail are showing signs of filling with yellow… gold… and orange Marigolds when they mature…

  

The deck has had its rain wash… so I can just sit on its steps and enjoy the evening… maybe lighting a fire in pit… The concrete stone it sits on is from my Mom and Dad’s house that my Dad built with his own hands… and Mom so tenderly added to over the years…

My yard is not fancy… but, is shared with my little family… and adding memories every day…

Enjoy the tour of our backyard… It’s quite peaceful…