See what people can accomplish when they put their heads together!
See what people can accomplish when they put their heads together!
These suggestions are taken from my experience. It’s easier said than done, but I think these are some good suggestions.
2. Don’t be afraid to praise them. Let them know when they do something wonderful.
3. Don’t spank or hit them. It never works.
4. Don’t spoil them. Let them give away stuff they don’t want anymore.
5. Go to their sporting events, but don’t criticize them, or embarrass them. You’re not your child!
6 When someone complains about your child’s behavior, don’t automatically take your child’s side. (Especially when it’s a teacher.)
7. Stay out of their conflicts. (Unless your child’s physical well-being is being threatened).
8. Give them responsibility. Everyone one wants it, but not everyone gets it.
9. Don’t tell them what to be when they grow up.
10. Tell them you love them often. Freely hug and kiss them!
Any more to add? What do you think?
Oh good grief, now they’re selling google glasses. Now everyone will be walking around asking themselves questions. It’s bad enough when they’re going down the street talking to unseen people.
Who knew this would ever happen. We won’t need friends anymore. We’ll have glasses.
Only $1,600 a pop.
My husband has phones in our home from the 1960’s. He is a person who keeps things going for
years at a time. This, I suppose, is rare these days.
I, on the other hand, would like a smart phone. I keep finding ones that trump the other ones, so I can’t make a decision. I am walking around with an ancient Verizon dumb phone. It’s a couple of years old, and I don’t have a contract on it. I hate those contracts.
I found a Samsun that has 13 pixels, so now I want that one. I don’t even know what a pixel really is, but I know the picture on the camera is a lot nicer.
I couldn’t wait to get my Macbook, but now at 4 years old it’s getting old.
Naturally, I want a pair of those glasses.
I guess I just want to feel like I belong in the 21st century. Can a woman raised in the 20th century adapt to modern times?
What do you think?
You have to admire people with a fighting spirit. Cassie Taylor was running her first Boston Marathon for a charitable cause and just appeared on CNN. I was impressed with her
To honor the victims of the race, there was a few moments of silence at 2:50 P.M. Taylor wanted to get a group together to finish the race. There is nothing like silence to make a statement. But nothing can really make up for the senseless death’s of 4 people, Martin Richard, Sean Collier, Krystle Campbell, and Lingzi lu.
Taylor couldn’t get to the real finish line, but she picked a route parallel to it. The real finish line was being secured and off-limits.
Taylor pointed out that so many people who run the Boston Marathon were doing it to raise money for different causes: children’s causes, mental health, Cancer, and other meaningful causes.
She doesn’t want to let the bomber and his dead brother to ruin the good feelings and intentions of many of the runners. The runners who weren’t just running for themselves, but for their charities.
She managed to get 7 other runners to join her. It was a symbolic finish.
I say, good for them. I admire their fighting spirit!
I belong to a terrific group, The Harmony Project. We sing, share and serve. Here is a video showing us getting ready for a performance.
This group doesn’t just sit and complain about the way things are; they do things.
This season we’re planting trees, building a playground, and painting murals. That’s just a few things we’re doing this month!
We are also giving a musical performance May 15 and May 16 at the Southern Theater. You can contact me, or call Capa for tickets.
If you know me, see if you can spot me. I’m in the second row wearing purple glasses and a purple shirt!
As you can see, many of us are from the baby boomer generation, but there are people of all ages, races, and different points of view!
It is very cool. I feel like the baby boomers in this group are still holding onto our ideals. This included, peace, love, happiness, and harmony!
As time goes on, the Holocaust survivors are dying out. Since this month we commemorate them, I think we owe a responsibility to retell their stories.
Recently, I visited the Holocaust Museum in Miami. A Holocaust survivor, Isaac Klein,was telling his personal story and answering questions.
Stern started out by describing his family life before the Holocaust. His parent’s names were Simon and Pepi Klein. His twin brother Tsvi and him were the eldest of eight children. Before 1938, the family were farmers, and led a normal happy life.
When the Germans took over Czechoslovakia in 1938, the family’s farmland was taken away, and their citizenship revoked. Isaac and his family were deported to Poland.
After a few years they were allowed to return to Czechoslovakia where they worked under Hungarian military officials doing hard labor.
In 1944, their luck ran out. They were put on cattle cars, and were transported to a concentration camp in Auschwitz-Birkenaus. .
Dr. Josef Mengele, known as the “Doctor of Death”, kept the boys in D-lager camp with other sets of twins. He did experiments on them. Most of them were done under anesthesia, so Klein doesn’t remember the specifics.
By the end of March 1944, the Germans knew the Russians were close, so they forced the prisoners on a death march. The destination was Melk, Austria. Somehow Isaac and his brother both survived. On the march they received no food, water, or shelter.
In 1945, they were liberated by the Americans, but that wasn’t the end of Klein’s story. His bother and him went back home to find any relatives, but there weren’t any left.
They both decided to emigrate to Israel. They were smuggled on a boat to Haifa. After the British captured the boat, they were held in a detention camp for 8-10 months. They were finally released into the population.
He served in the Israeli army, navy and merchant marine.
In 1962, he moved to the United states, got married, and raised a family.
Four years ago, he took the path of the March of the living dead with youngsters from all over the world. He thought it was important for them to know about it.
“Who says there’s no life after death,” said Klein.
Klein still believes in God, and is grateful he survived.
It was May 6, 1970. For the first time in its 100 year history, The Ohio State University was closing weeks ahead of schedule. The administration couldn’t allow the students or outside agitators to set the agenda anymore. The Ohio State Riots were like a runaway train. The only way to get things back on track was to close the university.
Hilary Armstrong stood outside her apartment on 11th and High Street. She fussed with the latches on her suitcases. Where is Trevor? she thought to herself. I want to get to that bus on time.
Hilary never expected her college career to come to such an abrupt end. Instead of attending her commencement at Ohio Stadium, she would choose to unceremoniously receive her college diploma in the U. S. mail.
Hilary still felt shook up by the last several weeks on The Ohio State University campus. She never thought she’d get sprayed with tear gas. Now she knew what it felt like—burning eyes, and the inability to breathe. She never thought she’d see her fellow students being shot at with wooden bullets. Hilary made sure she was off the streets well before the midnight curfew so it wouldn’t happen to her.
She stared out at a practically empty High Street. Some stragglers were still on campus, and there were still some Ohio National Guardsmen guarding the campus holding their rifles and bayonets. You almost couldn’t blame Governor James Rhodes for sending them in, but did he realize what could happen? Did he think people could be murdered? Nobody got killed at Ohio State, but there’d been reported injuries.
Hilary couldn’t believe the events of the several weeks. Only three weeks ago, she’d witnessed peaceful demonstrations. When all the rock throwing and window breaking occurred on High Street and campus, she felt really scared for the first time in her life.
The seeds for The Ohio State Riots were sown long before Hilary became aware of any problems. On March 9, while she was attending an American history class, a meeting between a group of students and Vice President of Student Affairs, John T. Mount, took place. Mount was presented with a list of 19 demands. They included adding more black faculty, students, and a department in African-American studies.
While Hilary was studying for a Geology test on the oval on March 28, some of those same students lost patience and broke into the VP’s office, scattering papers and breaking windows.
Two of those protesters who caused the disruption in Mount’s office would face hearings before the university Committee on Discipline.
Hilary was unaware that other groups joined the black students. Soon, the protests would be mixed up with other issues―the Vietnam War, women’s rights, and the ROTC program―the program that trained boys for the armed services.
The demonstrations continued throughout March and April.
On April 28, Hilary unwittingly joined the demonstrations. It was a day that changed the direction of her life.
It was late afternoon when Hilary noticed students gathering on the oval. The large grassy area was a place where kids relaxed between classes, studied, rode their bikes, walked their dogs or played frisbee.
Hilary was dreading her date with her boyfriend of 2 years, Law student, John Whitman. He was pushing her to attend a stuffy law reception with him. As usual, she acquiesced. His arguments were always so convincing. Nevertheless, she was in no hurry to rush home and transform into John’s Barbie doll. She knew one of the reasons John loved her was because of her perfect figure, sparkling blue eyes and dimpled smile. He was good-looking, tall and athletic. People thought they were perfect together, but Hilary knew something big was missing.
She kept hoping that someday soon she would feel as much love toward John as he professed to feel for her. He was perfect husband material. Not only was John intelligent and good-looking, but he excelled in sports. They also shared the same political and religious beliefs. Surely, love would develop over time.
Hilary wasn’t getting any younger. Most of her friends were already engaged or married. Her mother kept giving her not so subtle hints that John would make an ideal son-in-law. “Attorneys make a good living, and he’s such a nice boy from a good family,” her mother would say… over and over.
Her father, a busy accountant, depended on her mother to raise Hilary, but he stepped in when important decisions were made. He controlled the bank account. Her dad didn’t allow her to go to her first choice college, Ohio University in Athens. “No daughter of mine is going to that party school,” he said. Why not attend a top-rated school like Ohio State?”
After arguing with him for a few days, Hilary finally realized it was useless. Hilary worshiped her dad, and knew he knew more about life that she did.
Hilary was a tender-hearted girl. She was the first one to cry at a sad movie, or help somebody who was having a hard time. She knew that others did not have things as good as she did. She wondered why people made fun of other people. She didn’t understand why black people were
still discriminated against. It embarrassed her when she heard people using racial slurs. Didn’t they know about the Civil Rights Movement? Weren’t they aware that President Johnson signed the Civil Rights bill in 1963?
She hesitantly walked toward the gathering crowd. At first, she just stood outside of it. She was uncomfortable because she felt slightly out of step with the times. Things were changing too fast for her to adjust. Old traditions were falling by the wayside. Young adults were questioning authority and her peers were experimenting with drugs. Since the invention of the birth control pill, women were experiencing sexual freedom for the first time.
She wished she had the courage to run away to California. One of her daydreams included joining a hippie commune in California.
Hilary’s thoughts came back into the present moment. A black student wearing a brightly colored Dashiki — a loose-fitting African tunic ―and sporting an Afro hairstyle was making a powerful speech..
“ This university is ignoring my black brothers and sisters. We went to Vice President Mount and presented our demands. He tells us they haven’t got any money. They seem to have plenty of the money for the football team. Oh yeah, they’re going to put two of our students in front of a disciplinary committee. What do you think of that?
The crowd answered with a loud boo.
Hilary felt a familiar stare. She’d been getting if from boys since she could remember. It made her feel like an object instead of a human being. She knew it was because she was pretty. She knew it was an accident of birth and nothing she’d accomplished. Sometimes, it just didn’t feel right to her.
She looked over at a boy with long red unkempt curly hair wearing a tie-dyed blue and yellow shirt and ragged bell-bottomed jeans. She couldn’t miss his serious brown eyes directed right at her.
She boldly walked up to him. “ I couldn’t help noticing you were looking at me. Can I help you with something?” she asked.
‘“Sorry I couldn’t help myself. You look like you’re in pain. I thought you were going to faint or something,” he said.
Hilary knew she was blushing. She hated how transparent her feelings were to other people. “Oh sorry, I feel awkward being here. I don’t exactly fit in with this crowd.”
“ You have as much rights as the rest of us. He held out his hand, “I’m Trevor , and you’re?”
“Times are a Changing’ Surely, you’ve have heard of that song by Bob Dylan, our musical prophet? If we don’t stand up for what’s right, who will?” questioned Trevor.
“I’m not that big on change,” answered Hilary.
“You’re lucky your female. At least you don’t have to worry about getting drafted, and fighting in an unjust war. The best thing I can say about the draft is it’s forcing me to get a college education. I need that draft deferment. If I didn’t have an art scholarship, I would be one of the first ones to go,” he said.
“Getting a college degree beats murdering innocent people,” he added.
“ I think I could kill if it meant I was defending my country… but it would be horrendous” agreed Hilary.
“ Why don’t you come on over and join me and my friends?” Trevor offered.
Hilary hesitantly followed him. Trevor’s friends included a little group of guys and girls wearing tie-dyed t-shirts, cut-offs and bell bottomed jeans.
One of the girls was wearing three strands of multi-colored beads. She turned to Hilary. “Isn’t this whole thing so far-out ? It is so cool. Maybe our poor young 18-year-old girlfriends living in the dormitories will get their curfews lifted. It is so ridiculous. Women are treated like little girls and guys can come and go whenever the hell they want. Isn’t that lame?” she asked.
An unwelcome thought popped into Hilary’s mind. Wasn’t she already deferring to what John wanted? And they weren’t even officially engaged.
The girl took out a crumpled marijuana cigarette and lit it. She offered it to Hilary. Hilary shook her head, “no thanks I don’t smoke.”
“Oh, it’s not going to hurt you. It’s going to open up your world,” goaded the other girl.
“Hey Sonata, don’t push it on her,” warned Trevor.
Suddenly, the bell in Orton Hall gonged seven times signaling the evening hour. “ Oh, I’ve really got to go,” said Hilary.
Trevor reached out and took Hilary’s hand. “Meet me here tomorrow. There’s going to be another rally on the oval at noon. Everyone is going to be boycotting classes.”
“I can’t do that. I’m a graduating senior. I can’t miss my geology class. I’m not doing that great in it, and I need that credit to graduate. We’re supposed to go on an outing to the river to gather rock specimens for a lab,” explained Hilary.
“Think about it. You owe it to yourself. The world is opening up. Things are changing. It’s not too late for you to change along with the times. Meet me in front of the administration building at 10:00 A.m.,” he insisted.
“ I don’t know,” answered Hilary.
“ I’ll see you tomorrow. 10 a.m. sharp. Don’t be late, or I’ll have to go without you,” warned Trevor.
Hillary rushed back to her apartment. She didn’t have to wait long to spot John. He was standing in front of her door with his arms folded across his chest.
“You didn’t forget about our date did you?” asked John sarcastically.
“Don’t you dare yell at me, John. I was on campus trying to figure out what was going on.”
“Were you listening to those hippie freaks, SDS radicals, and black Panthers? You know some of them are outsiders. The administrators of the Law school would be unhappy if they knew my girlfriend was associating with those people. It you don’t get ready in 15 minutes, you’re not going to have a boyfriend anymore.”
“Which won’t make a difference because you don’t have a girlfriend anymore, “ said Hilary as she turned her back, walked into her apartment and shut the door behind her.
For a change, Hilary felt proud of herself. It was time for her to be honest with herself. She knew her mother was going to be disappointed, but she was never going to marry John. After a few minutes, she easily ignored the incessant ringing coming from her pink princess phone.
The next morning she woke up, threw on her OSU t-shirt and rattiest bell bottom jeans. After she got dressed, she gulped down some cereal, and headed toward the oval to find Trevor.
She was startled by all the police surrounding the oval. They have to be expecting trouble she thought. Maybe she should stay away. She didn’t want to jeopardize her father’s job. . What if his superior officers found out she was in the middle of a demonstration? No, she wasn’t going to miss this. How would her parents ever find out unless she told them?
The crowd promised to be bigger than yesterday. There were thousands of students gathering on the oval.
Trevor’s red hair made him easy to spot. He gave her a big smile. “I just knew you were going to show up.”
There were a variety of signs: ‘OSU Centennial: 100 years of racism’, ‘On Strike shut it down’, ‘hell no we won’t go’, and ‘women’s rights now.’
“We better sit down while we can get up close,” suggest Trevor. Sitting in such a huge crowd made Hilary feel like she was a member of a big close community. It was better than sitting in her apartment wondering what she was missing. There were little thought-provoking discussions about the different issues—the Vietnam war, women’s issues, and the college protest taking place all over the country. Sometimes students were leading discussions and sometimes professors and teaching assistants.
Finally, the rally began. A woman professor got up and spoke about women’s rights. “It’s time we got equal pay for equal work,” she said. Most of the women and some of the guys applauded her. A member of the black community spoke about the need for more black students, professors, and an African-American Studies program.
Hilary was shocked when Trevor was handed the microphone. She sat back with everyone else to listen to him speak.
“Yesterday Nixon bombed Cambodia. It’s illegal and we’ve got to do something. We can’t let this war go on. Although 18-year olds don’t have the right to vote, we’re old enough to go to a country far away to murder people. We have to stand up for what’s right. Are you with me? He started the now familiar chant, “On strike, shut it down.” The one united voice of the crowd echoed throughout the oval. It gave Hilary chills.
From the back of the crowd emerged Coach Woody Hayes. Woody strode toward the front of the crowd, and took the microphone from Trevor. Trevor looked stunned. Woody was wearing his determined look, trademark OSU jacket and baseball cap. Hilary had never seem him up close. She was mesmerized.
Several people shouted,” First and 10, and do it again.” There was hooting, hollering and laughing. After a few minutes, it got quiet.
“Don’t let this peaceful rally turn into something else. Don’t let things get out of hand warned Woody. “Don’t forget we’re one team.
There was more hooting and hollering. Finally, Woody gave up the microphone, and some of his beefy football players escorted him towards the street where a private car was waiting for him.
“At least he had the guts to talk to us! You see anyone else from the administration Where’s good old Fawcett, the president of this esteemed institution?”asked Trevor.
Finally, the rally ended. Hilary was sorry it was over. How often was she going to experience anything this significant?
After the rally, Trevor and Hilary were surprised to learn that students—some swore it was undercover police—had closed down 15th avenue, 17th Avenue and Neil at 11th. The peace between students and police didn’t last. Rocks were thrown through windows on High street.
Hilary and Trevor took a back alley toward her apartment. They heard the sounds of someone yelling. They hid behind some bushes, and witnessed a policeman hitting a black guy with his night stick. The police were trying to get him in the squad car, and he was refusing. Blood was running down his arms, and one of his eyes was already swollen
He was kept shouting, “Stop, stop, I’m not demonstrating. I’m not in this.”
“Then, what are you doing with all those rocks in that backpack,” asked one of the policemen. “ I told you, I’m coming back from a geology outing,” he said. “These rocks are for the lab.”
“Sure they are. Get into the black and white.” They finally managed to handcuff him, and force him into the squad car.
“ Oh my God, that’s Lamar. I know him,” whispered Hilary. “He’s in my geology class. He helped me on one of my labs.
Let’s do something ,” said Trevor.
“No please, no. I don’t want to get in trouble too. If my father found out I was here, he’d make me come home,” said Hilary.
Hilary felt so conflicted. She knew she should try to say something to the police. But, they probably wouldn’t listen to her. They were treating Lamar like a second-class citizen. Would they be listening to him if he was white?
Had everyone gone crazy?. Did the rocks give them an excuse to do something they wanted to do because they were frustrated?
Were there really incompetent police? Was there a reason people were calling them names?
Finally Trevor and Hilary got close to her apartment, but they didn’t escape a round of tear gas. It brought quick stinging tears to their eyes and their faces felt like they were burning. Hilary felt like she couldn’t breathe. She ran as fast as she could away from the cloud of smoke.
It was an effective way to disperse the students. Another student winced in pain when he got a wooden bullet in his back. Some kids helped him to the side of the road. He lifted his shirt, and they got see a red welt forming where the rounded wooden bullet had hit.
By the end of that day, Ohio Governor Rhodes had called in the Ohio National Guard and they arrived with their tanks, and live ammunition by 11:40 that night. Some doubted whether they were carrying live ammunition. How could they risk hurting Ohio State students.
Nobody knew about the tragedy that was going to befall students at Kent State University in only a matter of days.
Trevor spent the night at Hilary’s apartment. She was nervous until he gave her a big passionate kiss. .She felt dizzy and happy, all at the same time. He followed it with another one and a big embrace.
“Let’s slow it down,” Hilary pleaded.
“Okay,” said Trevor. “I’ll take things as slow as you want.”
They sat on her couch, and started talking about the day.
“How could a peaceful rally like that turn into chaos?” she asked.
“I don’t know, but I’m not giving up now. That’s what they want. I’m going to go the oval tomorrow. Maybe things can be salvaged. Maybe we can convince them that we really just want to make things better.
Before she knew it, Trevor’s arms were around her again. He gave her another passionate kiss. Hilary’s heart stirred. It was beating so loudly, she hoped he didn’t hear it.”
“You know, I’m going with you tomorrow, and it’s not because you kissed me,” Hillary said.
“ First, let’s get as much sleep as we can,” said Trevor. They fell asleep on Hilary’s flowery couch, fully clothed, with their arms wrapped around each other.
When they got to the oval the next morning, they found twice as many people as the day before. It didn’t take long for the crowd to get unruly.
Time seemed to stop when a formation of Ohio National Guards came toward the students
Hilary was frightened, but she wasn’t going to turn away.
Suddenly, the soldiers began popping open tear gas and throwing the big billowy smoke toward the students. The big open area allowed the students to run from one side of the oval to the other. She saw one student spit at one of the guardsmen. Didn’t he know that he was risking getting shot?
Later in the day, students were surprised when the Ohio National Guard left the oval. VP Mount spoke to the student protesters, but it was a real disappointment that nothing was accomplished.
Over the next few days, more meetings between student representatives and administration took place. Things looked hopeful. Many of the Ohio National Guard were headed home. Things almost seemed to be going back to normal. Hilary was glad to hear that a good sum of money had been approved to launch a Black Studies division at the university.
Some classes started meeting again. . Many students didn’t go, but Hilary wanted to go to her Geology class, so she could see what happened to Lamar.
Lamar was back in class. They didn’t mention the incident to each other. She wasn’t even sure if he’d seen her. She regretted that she hadn’t helped him. Now, the only evidence of his ordeal was a bandaged up arm, and a slightly swollen eye.
Despite efforts by student leaders and administration to stop all the mayhem, it continued. Maybe some of the students didn’t want to let go of the excitement. Ironically, some progress was being made. Plans were put in place to launch a black studies program in the upcoming year.
The Ohio State University wasn’t the only university protesting the war, the bombing of Cambodia, and social issues.
Similar protests were taking place at other Ohio universities. Kent State University was the one everyone would remember. At 12:20 P.M. On May 4, 1970, guardsman were ordered to shoot protesting students. Sixty-seven rounds were fired resulting in 4 deaths and 9 injuries.The whole incident only took 67 seconds. One of the wounded students was to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Hilary and Trevor were on the oval when they got the news. Everyone was stunned. Nobody really believed that the Ohio National Guard would kill students. The news went through the campus like a wild-fire.
Only two days later, everyone was going home. The university was offering to give students pass/ fail grades. Hilary passed geology, and graduated on time.
Hilary declined Trevor’s offer to go to San Francisco with him. She went home with a plan in mind. She was going to apply to law school, and become a civil rights attorney.
It was a different Hilary that walked in her parent’s house on May 6, 1970. It was a woman who’d found her own identity. When she walked into the house, her father commented, “I’m glad my little girl wasn’t with those hooligans on campus.”
“Dad I was. Let me tell you about it. They weren’t all hooligans. There’s important things happening. Let me tell you about it?, Hilary asked.
I love you, and respect you, but you’ve raised a good person with something to say,” Hilary said.
Okay, Hilary,” he said. “I’ll listen to what you have to say, but don’t expect me to agree with everything.
HIlary felt good that she was being acknowledged as an adult for the first time. She knew her parents would listen to her, and probably wouldn’t agree. But, it was a place to begin.
If you got to the end of this story, congratulations! Do you remember this event? Were you at Ohio State or Kent State during this period of time? What do you remember?
Speaking from experience, once you have a child, they make it into you heart forever. There is no getting around it. Maybe some people can forget about their kids once they reach 18, but that would be a person who doesn’t have a soul.
What’s great about adult children is that you can enjoy them on an adult level. Presto, you have instant friends. You will find that they might share your taste in clothes, food, and recreational activities.
My daughter keeps asking me if it’s weird having a grown-up daughter. The answer is no. It’s delightful.
The children they were stay in your memory and are in pictures, but you readily accept them as adults.
It’s a plus.
Having children has been a fun experience for me, and an additional joy. I never expected to get all the benefits from it.
When they’re little, you get to experience life from their perspective. Who doesn’t enjoy watching your child ride the merry-go round for the first time? How about going to the zoo with them? There’s nothing like that first smile. Then there’s the first step. The first step away from you. But that’s your job. To help them grow up.
When they grow up, you can feel proud of them and share in their accomplishments and joys. That’s just as satisfying, of course, you do share in the disappointments too. That means like everything else in life, you” take the bitter with the sweet. “
All in all, I think parenthood is a rewarding experience and well-worth the hard work.
What do you think?
Today I came full circle. My two daughters and son-in-law took me out for a walk. I was wearing a funny black furry hat reminiscent of something my Russian grandmother would wear, a pair of sunglasses, my old red sweater, black stretch pants, and running shoes with a ragged shoelaces.
I have vague memories of construction workers whistling at me 40 years ago. I didn’t like it. It embarrassed me, and I felt like it was an invasion of my privacy. Oh, what I would give to have anyone whistle at me now.
Before we got to the park, the grown up children made sure I was buckled in the back seat. My oldest daughter fastened my belt for me. It was rather humorous. I don’t feel I’m quite at the state where I can’t handle a seatbelt, but I thanked her for it.
We got out of the car, and started walking. It is Ohio, and it was cold. Naturally, they all sped ahead of me. My knee which recently was in a state of disrepair, is still not feeling too normal. Something tells me that it will never be the same again. I banged it into the stove or closet or something, and had to wear a knee brace for two months.
My doctor consoled me by saying, “if you were a world-class athlete, they’d have gone in and cleaned it up already, but you’re not. Give it a couple of months. It’s just a knee.”
So, we went on our walk. and I ignored my nagging kneecap.
I could see the two girls as they once were. Both blonde, one with curls, and one with straight hair. The youngest following the oldest one around. They’ve grown into beautiful caring young women. The person missing is my youngest son. He, like my oldest daughter, now lives out-of-town. It’s a rare occasion when all three of them are together. It is always a joyous occasion for me.
Now, they’re all grown up. It seems hard to believe they were ever little. I have vague memories of dragging all that baby stuff with me: diapers, an extra set of clothes, a baby seat to set up. I always had the oldest child to help me with the other two. I also remember the youngest two fighting over who was going to sit on my lap while we watched TV.
So, we finished our walk, and I got back in the backseat. I was glad the walk was over. It was too cold for me. I would not have lasted if I was by myself.
I wrote this a couple of years ago. My kneecap is now back to normal. I have also updated my wardrobe. Unfortunately, nobody is whistling at me. I guess those days are really gone!
How do you feel about getting older? Do you recall a moment when you realized that you were in the last stage of your life?
Even though this is 8 minutes long, it is worth watching. It will make you smile. Hint: she sees the glass as more than half full. It seems so simple, but I think we’ve lost that optimism. In her day, she was an accomplished pianist.
She doesn’t live in the past. She embraces the here and now. That is also very cool. This was made last year. She is now 109 years old.
Tell me your reaction to this interview. What do you think is the secret to a long, happy life?
I hate to admit it, but I am a regular watcher of “The Biggest Loser.” I use it to motivate myself to keep on a good eating and exercise program, but I have some problems with the show.
Problems I have with this show
First of all, trainer Jillian is a real witch. She’s really mean to people, then she does pop psychology on them. She seems like she has a split-personality. On one hand, she is nasty, then she puts on her happy face and sweet voice. (She calls everyone sweetie when she’s being nice.) I really hate when she gets contestants to drag her around as a weight. Plus, her smile is crooked which gives her a devious look.
On the first episode this season she threw most of her team out the door and told them to consider leaving. (The poor people were all throwing up because the tasks she made them start out with were too hard.) Did she have to start them out with such difficulty? Several contestants considered their options and went home. Can you blame them?
Last week she made some poor woman go in a coffin for a few minutes. It was to help her realize that she needed a new lease on life. She was fooling around with serious stuff. It’s a good thing the woman, who is claustrophobic, didn’t end up going crazy.
The other trainers are easier to take. Why Bob has tattoos going all over his arms and everywhere is beyond me. Why get your body in shape, than disfigure yourself. I like Dolvett, who is the boxer. He seems to have his head on straight. He, like Bob, have a more positive approach then Jillian.
I have to hand it to the writers for thinking up those bizarre challenges. Traveling through bubble gum, slogging through mud. throwing them off heights. Contestants on that show are either desperate for money or attention. Some of the stuff they make them do seems downright life threatening. Last week they had to hold up weight, and when they couldn’t anymore they were dumped into water.
It does manage to hold my attention, so I guess the writers know what they’re doing.
The weigh- in
What kind of person would get up with all their flab hanging out to millions of people? All the contestants on “The Biggest Loser.” The weigh-ins are really odd. Who loses 12 pounds in one week? Either they’re starving them to death or working them too hard. They make it seem that this is a healthy weight loss. If someone loses 4 or 5 pounds in one week, you’d think the world had come to an end. I think this give people the idea that losing 10 to 12 pounds a week is normal. I wonder how many of the contestants end up with eating disorders after the show is over?
You know, some of those people are going to regain most of their weight after the show is over. They never talk about that.
Although I find some real serious problems with this show, it does manage to motivate me. I think about what I look like, my health and what I’m eating.
I do like the promotion of exercise, but at my age, I’d never attempt half the stuff they do on the show. I do a lot of water aerobics, elliptical machines, and walking. I would never be willing to leap off of high places. Not even for money.
They added kids this season
Thank goodness they’re not making the kids put on embarrassing clothes, and put them on the scale. It’s mostly a promotion of exercise and healthy eating. Naturally, some of the parents of these kids are also overweight. Last week, they showed a teenager pleading with her mother to also try to lose weight, so she won’t die. Wasn’t it real exploitation to show this on national TV?
Do you think this show is exploitation or it’s an earnest attempt to motivate the viewers? Or just get ratings? Is it ethical to humiliate people on TV to get good ratings, and people like me watch?
Life is strange. The older you get, the more you are reminded that our time on earth is temporary. It doesn’t matter how important or unimportant you are. Someday, you’re going to have to say goodbye.
The last uncle I have passed away. He went in the middle of a meal surrounded by friends and family. He was 97. The man was as healthy as a horse; unfortunately, his mind wasn’t exactly working right. He wasn’t aware of it and still enjoyed life. At least he happily died, surrounded by friends and family. I think that would be the perfect way to go.
I attended his funeral. It wasn’t too sad because 97 is stretching it. The trouble is I’m in my 60’s, so going to funerals makes me realize my time on earth is limited. Most of my friends are still above ground with me, but I have lost a few.
After the funeral, the family went all over the cemetery visiting dead relatives. I am not sure about this. I guess if you want to remember them, it’s a good thing to do. I don’t know if there are spirits there or not. I’m pretty skeptical, but it wouldn’t surprise me all that much. I’m thinking if you’re a spirit you’d probably want to hang out at more interesting places. A cemetery is a little too quiet for me.
I like the idea of surviving in one way or the other after you physically die. I mean who wants it all to come to an end? Unfortunately, none of my deceased relatives have visited me. I think the coolest thing would be get a light or sign. I’ve known people who said that really happened to them. People who are logical, intelligent and not the type to make things up.
My Great Aunt
When I was little, a Great-Aunt would visit from California, and my dad would take her to a cemetery to visit her “friends.” I used to tag along. My father would say, “she has more friends in the cemetery than she does in other places.” I liked looking at the headstones. There was a picture of a little boy on one of the headstones and he was holding a drum. I could count on paying a visit to the “Little Drummer Boy” when Auntie made her annual visit to Ohio.
So, when I go to the cemetery it doesn’t really bother me. What does bother me it that almost all the older relatives I used to visit in their homes are under the ground; it’s pretty surreal. It makes me realize I’m fast approaching the age my “old Auntie” was when we accompanied her on her yearly pilmigrage,
I just can’t get much satisfaction over looking at the headstone of a favorite relative. They just aren’t going to answer back when I talk to them. I do it anyway because you never know. They just might be listening.
What do you think? Any good ghost stories?
“Argo” is an attention grabber. It keeps you engaged in the story from beginning to end. . It’s a movie depicting the Iranian crises that took place in 1980. The Shah of Iran was deposed by the Ayatollah Khomeini, an Islamic extremist. The Shah was accepted in America.
The Iranians were so angry, that they took over the American embassy and took hostages. Six Americans managed to escape the embassy and went to the home of the Canadian ambassador. They successfully hid out there for several months.
The CIA knew it was only a matter of time before the Iranians at the embassy would figure out that the six were missing. The movie is based on an actual incident.
Affleck portrays a CIA agent, Tony Mendez, who has to think up a way to spring the six Americans. He decides the way to rescue the Americans is to pretend they are all making a movie together. Affleck plays the agent to perfection. He knows how to do his job. Affleck
also directed this movie!
If you’re a baby boomer, and remember this time, the movie will bring the whole hostage crises back to life. There are clips of Walter Cronkite and Ted Koppel Suddenly you remember how upset we were when our hostages were taken by the Iranians. It took 444 days to get them home. Luckily, nobody was physically harmed. Who knows what emotional consequences they suffered?
Standout actors are John Goodman and Alan Arkin who portray the Hollywood types who aid Affleck in his endeavor.
Today, on CNN, President Carter said that the movie “didn’t give the Canadians enough credit.”
Go see it! And Ben Affleck , you should have been nominated in the best director category at the Oscars. I hope the movie wins Best Picture. That would be sweet.
What do you think?
Social media has its upside. I was able to contact Alice Hoffman, a very prolific writer via Facebook and asked her some questions. Her answers are contained in this book review. She is my favorite author.
Review of “The Dovekeepers“
“The Dovekeepers,” is the fictionalized story of what might have happened at Masada located in Southern Israel. If you’ve ever toured Israel, you’ve probably visited the remains of the fortress. It was originally occupied by King Herod. It’s situated on top of a high rock and surrounded by steep cliffs. Israeli soldiers take an oath on Masada, “Masada shall not fall again.”
Masada protected Zealot Jews and their families from the Romans in the first century. After the fall of the second temple in Jerusalem, Jews were being taken as slaves or killed.
Unfortunately, the Jews were only safe at Masada for three years. It took the Roman Tenth Legion that long to reach the fortress. What they found inside the compound shocked them. Nine-hundred-sixty Jewish people were dead. They preferred death to becoming enslaved and killed by the Romans. According to historian, Flavius Josephus, two women and five children escaped death.
Alice Hoffman is a prolific writer who has published a total of twenty-one novels, three books of short fiction and eight books for children and young adults. This is the first adult book she’s written about her Jewish heritage. “ I am not religious, but am culturally attached to my heritage,” said Hoffman.
Many other authors such as Tony Morrison, Jodi Picoult, and Wally Lamb are praising “The Dovekeepers. “For me, “The Dovekeepers” is the most complicated book I’ve ever written and the most emotionally honest,” said Hoffman.
“The Dovekeepers” is fictional, but Hoffman researched it thoroughly. It took her five years to write this novel. Hoffman also studied artifacts from this period. She was inspired after she took a tour of Masada. “I was moved and connected,” said Hoffman. The book started coming to her when she was looking at the artifacts displayed in the Masada Museum. After she read some history, she had her novel.
Brave and courageous women are the main characters of this book: Revka, a woman who had led an ordinary life as a baker’s wife until her daughter and husband were brutally murdered; Yael, an assassin’s daughter; Aziza, raised as a boy warrior and Shira, a woman from Alexandria who studied potions and magic.
While doing past research, Hoffman discovered that some women during war-time, disguised themselves as men and went into battle. She was fascinated by this idea and that is how the character Aziza developed.
“Sometimes characters simply arrive, other times they don’t work out. They always surprise me,” said Hoffman. When she finished the book Hoffman realized each of the characters represented a part of her personality.
The four women in this story are the “Dovekeepers.” The dove’s waste is used to fertilize the land so crops can grow. At first, survival is easy. Herod left storerooms of food behind, but as the time goes on, the storerooms become barren, the weather becomes too hot and dry to grow crops and life becomes desperate.
In the meantime, the Jews watched the Romans constructing battering rams and other weapons. They knew it was only a matter of time before they would be conquered.
Interwoven in the plot are love stories, births and deaths. There is plenty of passion too.
The writer manages to take us back in time. “The inside story is about forgiveness,” said Hoffman.
Descriptions of the battles between the Zealots and Romans are vivid. The tragic end of the people of Masada is masterfully told. Hoffman does end the book with some hope.
When asked how it feels to be admired by so many readers, Hoffman said, “ I am lucky enough to have wonderful readers.”
This book is readily available on the web and at bookstores. Among her other books are “At Risk,” and “Practical Magic.” If you enjoy reading a fantastic author, read any book of Alice Hoffman’s. You won’t be disappointed.
I call myself the Facebook Queen. That is because I am on it way too much. I started out on Facebook because I wanted to keep track of my adult children. However , I quickly learned my adult children are smart enough to know it is not the best idea to post anything that can have any possible significance on Facebook. In other words, don’t let your dirty laundry out on Facebook. So, I wasn’t going to find much out about them by looking at their Facebook pages. I have to use an ancient device, the telephone, to communicate with them.
Positive side of Facebook
I ended up finding people I knew in elementary school, junior High, high school and college. Some of the people were never really my friends, more like people I said hello to in the hall. But I did find two of my high school closest friends that I lost track of. I even found my speech teacher. I even borrowed some of my kid’s friends who were happy to let me see their posts.
I’m in the Harmony Project, a huge volunteer choir, and can keep up with some of the members using Facebook. It’s a good way to keep up with what’s going on around town. I can remember people’s birthdays now because they are posted on my Facebook page.
I also can keep up with relatives I haven’t seen in years and see pictures of their children and grandchildren.
Some of the people I’ve found are people who I admire, and wouldn’t have a chance to talk to in real life. For example, author Alice Hoffman has a page and I was able to interview her online for an article I was writing for a local newspaper. That would have been unheard of years ago. In that sense, social media is a terrific thing.
Facebook is the place where I’ve found out that people are getting married, having birthdays, and passed away. It’s like the new town crier. Much faster than snail mail, a telephone, or the slower newspaper.
I also want people to read my blog since I think I am so brilliant. It’s another way of being heard. One of the places I advertise it is on Facebook.
Facebook has a negative side
In Ohio, employers can ask you for your Password, so they can check you out. Is this fair?
Colleen Marshall, my Facebook friend, was looking for someone to demonstrate that people can access your account if they have your password. She was looking for a guinea pig who would not only divulge her password, but allow her to look at everything she’s ever put on Facebook.
Other people were too smart to do this. On the other hand, I didn’t think there was anything on there that would embarrass me. I did get to meet her, something that probably wouldn’t have ever happened in real life.
See how I react when she shows me what she found. It will be on( WCMH Channel 4) tomorrow night February 19, at 6:00 P.M. Tune in.
It will bring you the message that you shouldn’t put on Facebook anything that you wouldn’t want anyone to know!
What do you think of Facebook? Do you think it’s a time waster or valuable? Would you give it up?
In the early 1950s, right around the time she stole scenes as a pretty young thing driving Jack Lemmon nuts in the oddly titled 1954 comedy, Phffft!, Kim Novak caught the eye of LIFE magazine's photographers, who were charmed by her talent, her haunting beauty and her determination to be not merely a star, but a genuine film actress. Their fascination with the young Novak proved prescient: In the coming years, she would become one of the most accomplished and versatile movie stars of the decade, with credits including The Man With the Golden Arm, Pal Joey and, most notably, Hitchcock's unsettling masterpiece, …
Kelsie and her husband, John, were sleeping in her parent’s old bedroom. Her mother couldn’t bring herself to sleep in the bed she had shared with the love of her life for thirty-five years. It was too soon after the funeral. She decided to sleep in Kelsie’s old bedroom.
Suddenly, the sound of a deafening crash woke Kelsie up from a deep slumber. John didn’t stir.
She walked up to the big mirror that had been on the wall ever since she could remember. It had shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. It’s as broken as my heart, she thought.
When she was little, her daddy would pick her up and walk to the very same mirror. “Look at us,” he said. They would smile at each other. He continued picking her up when she was old enough to stand on her own two feet. She sensed that her father didn’t want her to grow up too fast.
She liked the secure way she felt when he held her. She liked the smell of his aftershave, Old Spice, and she liked to rest her head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he would place her on the floor and ask, “How much does Daddy love you?”
“This much, Daddy,” she would say while spreading her two little arms as far as they would stretch. Then they both laughed, and her daddy gave her a big hug.
Even when Kelsie was a young married woman, her father sometimes walked with her to the mirror. He gave her the same big hug, and they smiled as they looked at their reflection.
“You won’t ever forget your old father, will you?” he asked.
“Of course not,” she replied.
She wondered if he looked into the mirror right before he walked outside on the day he died.
He left his wallet, keys, and a note neatly stacked upon the dresser in front of the mirror. The carefully crafted note was in his distinctive handwriting. He wrote that it was the only thing he could do because he was afraid. Afraid that he would never get out of the hell he was already experiencing every day. He was afraid he would be fired from his job before he got a chance to retire. He didn’t want to be a burden to his wife or children.
His depression started when he knew he had to leave his job because he was going to turn the mandatory retirement age of sixty-five. His poverty-stricken childhood left a deep scar. The thought of losing everything opened it up again. He was afraid no one would hire him because he was getting too old. The fear enveloped him and wouldn’t let him go.
His family tried to think of ways to help him. How could their loving father and husband suddenly turn into a stranger? He no longer smiled. He mulled over every decision he had ever made. His wife took him to a doctor who couldn’t help him. Their only hope was that one day he would wake up and be the person they had always known.
A reprimand at work put him over the edge.
Kelsie remembered how it all ended on a hot summer day when a shot rang out behind the garage of her childhood home. A home where she always felt so safe.
She pondered her father’s fate. Was there a hell in which he was wandering for eternity, was he up in heaven, or was he just a part of the earth now? Surely, God would forgive him. He’d done nothing but help other people all his life. He had never said one mean word to anyone. He was a giver, and a comforter. Everyone adored him.
Kelsie brought herself back into the present. She needed to pick up the tiny pieces of the mirror. She wondered why no one else heard it break.
A white light appeared on the shattered mirror. Suddenly, the pieces of the mirror flew off the floor and came together in one piece again. It was like watching a movie running in reverse.
Kelsie smelled “Old Spice.” She looked up in the mirror and saw the daddy of her childhood holding six-year old Kelsie. He had on his old white T-shirt, khaki pants, and brown loafers. Little Kelsie was wearing her favorite frilly pink dress, lacy socks,and patent leather shoes. Her long brown ponytail was fastened with a shiny silk pink ribbon.
Big Kelsie tried to reach through the mirror, but the cold hard surface of the mirror stopped her.
Her father looked lovingly at little Kelsie. You are my precious girl, and that’s why you’ve been chosen to be my messenger. Tell everyone to forgive me. I made a terrible mistake, and now I’m sorry. I want you to tell Mommy and your brother and sister that I’ve been granted a chance to see you all again one day. My punishment is seeing how much I hurt the people I love.
“Of course, I’ll tell them Daddy,” said both Kelsies at the same time.
The white light became brighter and suddenly she could barely see her father and little Kelsie. Her father carefully let go of little Kelsie, and she disappeared. He turned toward the light. Eventually, he became a part of it.
Kelsie looked down, and saw a small piece of the mirror shaped like a heart sitting on the dresser. It was on top of the pink silk ribbon from little Kelsie’s ponytail. She found the heart space where the broken piece belonged. She picked it up, and pressed it against the mirror.
Two tears slid down Kelsie’s cheeks. “I promise I will never forget you Daddy. I forgive you,” she said.
The piece melded into the heart space.
She picked up the shiny pink ribbon and ran toward her old bedroom to deliver her father’s message.
Cell phones and smart phones are really fun. I rely on my cell phone as much as anyone else. The only reason I haven’t gotten a smart phone yet is because I don’t want to pay the extra dollars for it. I am also afraid I will become one of those people who I am complaining about in this post. Constantly looking down at my phone, or using it when it’s really inappropriate. I think it’s rude when people prefer their phone to me. .
Here are 10 places I wish people wouldn’t use their phones
1. Movie theater: I am there to enjoy the movie. I find the light from your phone very
distracting. If you want to stay in your own little world, stay home, rent a video and don’t
put on your freaking phone. There is a reason they run that cute little feature before the movie starts about keeping your phone shut off!
2. Dressing room: Don’t talk on your phone in the next dressing room over when I am trying on clothes. It is depressing enough for me to be looking at myself in the full-length murder. It is annoying to be taking off my shoes, pulling up pants that don’t really fit me, and getting frustrated with the price of everything. I don’t need to hear your personal conversations. I don’t want to hear your arguing with someone on the phone or discussing a matter that requires professional counseling.
3. Gym: This is especially directed to personal trainers or class instructors. . I may be old, but I’m not stupid. I see you with that phone that you think is hidden, playing games, or checking your email. (while I’m working my fanny off.).
4. Restaurants: When I am enjoying a meal I paid for I don’t need to hear you talking in 3 volumes up to someone.
5. Traffic: Don’t talk on your phone while driving. People are really risking getting in an accident. Don’t text. Everyone knows this by now, but they still do it.
6. Nature path : When I am walking in the woods by myself, the last thing I want to hear is somebody yelling on top of their lungs on their phone. I prefer the sounds of the birds and the wind rusting the leaves of the trees.
7. Library: I used to like to go to the library to browse and get some peace and quiet. Now, people are allowed to talk on their phones, and I can’t do a thing about it.
8. Public Restrooms: Can’t I even do “my business: in peace. Can’t you wait until you’ve flushed the toilet?
9. Play or live concert: I can’t believe the amount of phones that appear in the dark at these events where I’m paying big bucks.
10. Looking for a tenth one. Any suggestions? Comments would be appreciated.
I know I might as well get used to it because things aren’t going to change any time soon. People have to be constantly entertained. It almost seems like they’re afraid to be alone, even for a few minutes. That’s life in the 21st century. What do you think? Agree or disagree?
I wish you were here. It’s almost Valentine’s day, and I still think about you. I thought you would live forever and you almost did. At ninety-one you finally gave in. I feel slightly guilty that I made you sign the paper giving the doctor permission to do that hip operation. I didn’t know you’d be signing your death certificate. I know you would never want me to blame myself. I do believe it was your “time to go.”
I figured you’d come through that like you did everything. You’d had a couple of really bad breaks. You were a strong woman. You weren’t the type to feel sorry for yourself. Going blind at the end was very hard on you, but you “did the best you could.”
Things were starting to slip. Sometimes, you’d get things confused. One time, when we were listening to the radio, you asked me who was singing. It was Perry Como, your life-long crush.You didn’t remember much about my childhood. That you’d nursed me through a staff infection for two years, that when I broke my shoulder, you’d made slings out of Cleveland Indian scarves. You couldn’t remember our family trip to Washington D.C. when I was 12. It was like that part of our lives together never happened.
You rarely talked about my father. Not unless I brought it up. Remembering him was just too painful. I know you were hoping to see him after you died. But being the practical person you were, you didn’t believe that was going to really happen. Even though I’m just as practical, I like to imagine that you are together.
When I came to visit, we stuck with the tasks at hand. Walking down to the dining hall, taking a walk outside, and listening to that old radio station where they played all your favorites: Eddie Fisher, Perry Como, Bing Crosby, and all those singers from the 1940′s.
You still loved to go out to eat. It was almost like you were escaping from that independent living facility every time I came to visit. It was almost like we were partners in crime.
You loved to go to the beauty shop, and listen to the hair-stylists talk to their customers. It was the last place where you could feel like one of the girls.
In your old age you still cared more about me than you did yourself. You asked me if I wanted that extra dinner you’d ordered from the kitchen of the independent living facility where you lived. You asked me if I was comfortable sleeping on the couch overnight. You offered me sheets and a pillow. You tried your very best to be a good hostess.
You dearly loved all your grandchildren ( and great-grandchildren) and gave what you could to all of them. They were your hope for the future. Maybe your exterior seemed a little tough, but inside you were all mushy. You just didn’t let anyone know it.
When we went through your apartment, we found evidence of this secretive side: saved birthday cards, our old school report cards, photographs, engagement and wedding announcements and programs from college graduations.
So, on Valentines Day I think of the one woman who loved me the most. When you died, you took my nickname with you. It isn’t the same if someone else calls me “Barbie.” So, a part of me went with you. But, I’ll never forget you.
Happy Valentine’s Day mom.
What if you could spend a couple of hours with Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash and Peggy Lee? Would you want to do that? Peggy Lee wasn’t well-known yet. She was just hanging around Elvis.
If you can recall that era of music, or listen to it, you’re going to enjoy “The Million Dollar Quartet.’
I saw a version of this play at the Palace Theater in Columbus, Ohio. It takes place on December 4, 1956. Sam Phillips ( Vince Nappo) who ran Sun Recording Studios made all these legends stars. On one historic night, he got them all together for a jam session. The play is based upon this meeting. There is a recording and a picture to prove it really happened.
The actors did unbelievable impressions of these music legends. Each of the stars played their instruments with expertise and wild abandon. There is a band onstage that is just as professional. And you could hear all the words!
Elvis ( Cody Slaughter) was so good that you forgot he really wasn’t Elvis. Johnny Cash’s (David Elkins) songs were also done to perfection. I can’t say how well the actor did with Carl Perkins since I don’t remember him.
My favorite impression was of Jerry Lee Lewis ( Ben Goddard) who is portrayed as being a cocky country boy with a big talent. The musician portraying him was just fantastic on the piano. I do remember Jerry Lee Lewis, and he was something extraordinary. The actor portrayed him as an annoying star with a big ego, but still appealing.
A special surprise happened after the play was over when the actors put on sparkling jackets and performed some songs. They also involved the audience who knew all the words.
We asked some kids when they were leaving if they liked it and they gave it an enthusiastic thumbs up. So, you don’t have to be from that era, or familiar with the music, to enjoy this show.
It’s sad to know that all these music legends are gone now. What lasts is their music. And they were good! When the play comes back next, year remember that it’s well-worth the money.
If you like this music, and the play comes to your town, go to it! It will take you back and make you happy, for a while!
One of my favorite songs in the whole world.
I thought it good to revisit this song a year after Whitney Houston’s tragic death.
If you want to see how far our society has advanced since 1934, watch “Imitation of Life.” The prejudice of the time is reflected in this movie. It also tells a story about women trying to make it on their own.
The story revolves around two women, Beatrice Pullman (Ms. B), a white woman, portrayed by Claudette Colbert, and Delilah, a black woman, portrayed by Louise Beavers. They both have two daughters, the same age, but Delilah’s daughter is light-skinned and desperately wants to pass for white. She’s figured out that in 1934, life’s a lot easier in the white world. Fredi Washington, a black actress, gave the character believability.
Ms B is a widow with a young child Jessie, and Miss B. is trying to make a living selling maple syrup on the Boardwalk. She offers Delilah and her young child, Peola, a room in her house in exchange for Delilah’s housekeeping. Although they have an almost equal friendship, Delilah’s total devotion to Ms. B might bother you. In one scene she is rubbing Miss B’s feet and telling her how important it is for her to find love. (Why doesn’t Miss B tell Delilah she should find love too?)
Miss B is delighted when she tastes Delilah’s secret family recipe for pancakes. She knows Delilah’s pancakes will sell better than maple syrup. She decides to open a restaurant featuring Delilah’s pancakes, then markets her mix and they both make a lot of money. Ms. B. offers Delilah 20% of the company. (This seems hardly an equal partnership.)
After they get rich off of Delilah’s recipe, Ms. B meets a potential husband, Steve Archer (Warren William) at a posh party she throws in her fancy New York apartment. Delilah and Peola have to sit outside the party dressed in their finery. You can feel Peola’s heartbreak.
The plot surrounds the girls upsetting their devoted mothers. Peola doesn’t want anyone to know she’s black, so she doesn’t want her mother hanging around. Jesse Pullman (Rochelle Hudson) plays your average sweet rich ingenue. Let’s just say that she takes a shine to her mother’s boyfriend. That’s all I’m going to reveal.
Although this movie will embarrass you at times, it’s worth watching.
This movie was recommended for Best Picture in 1934. It didn’t win. Why would it? It was about independent women and friendship between a black and white woman. Miss B eventually shows Delilah more concern and caring, but we know who is the most valuable person.
Although these actors are all long gone, their performances still hold up. It’s really amazing when you think about it.
I caught in on AMC, but it is sold on Amazon. I understand there is a version with narration, that explains what life was like in the good old bad days.
In the pre-game show Jennifer Hudson is singing with children from Sandy Hook Elementary.These are kids who lost their classmates because of violence. At least nobody is shooting semi-automatic weapons on the field. But would it really surprise anyone? Alicia Keys does her own slow version of “The Star Spangled Banner.” I liked it, but a lot of people on Twitter and Facebook were critical.
I occasionally watch Ohio State football games. These pro guys are like animals. They are faster, stronger, and bigger. It is faster to watch. Why do all take this game so seriously? I am not invested in this game because I don’t have many feelings about the teams. I’m interested in this game because both coaches are brothers. They look-alike too. Can you imagine the rivalry between them?
I feel conflicted about the Baltimore Ravens. I’m originally from Cleveland, and the old “Cleveland Browns” were sold by Art Model years ago to Baltimore. A lot of fans were really angry. At the point I’m writing this, it looks like the Ravens are going to win. After seeing them tackle each other, no wonder they all get concussions.
I’m liking the commercials. I usually just DVR favorite shows, and don’t watch commercials. Physical fighting between the teams. San Francisco quarterback intercepted. Raven got first down. You can almost hear them saying,” fight, fight, fight.” Ravens are smoking the 49’s. The whole thing is making me feel nervous, and I don’t care about the football game. Maybe violence makes me nervous.
I should’ve auditioned for the Taco Bell commercial about old people escaping from the nursing home. Bad taste!
Twenty- one to six at halftime. Ravens are smoking hot!
Why does Beyonce wear hardly any clothes. but, she has a terrific act. Is she supposed to look like a hooker? We’ve come a long way baby? At least she looks curvy. And all the girls with her are curvy too? And also looking like hookers! I feel the generation gap. I’m wondering if that was” Destiny’s Child” joining her.
At the beginning of the second half the Baltimore Ravens make a touchdown right off the bat. It’s starting to get boring. Not boring now! Power goes off in the stadium. I’m thinking, something is going to happen that’s disastrous. So what do you think? Maybe they better do a prayer service. I’m sure the higher power, whoever or whatever it is, really cares about the outcome. The power goes back on one-half hour later Now San Francisco is only one score below in 2 minutes. I guess they needed a rest to get their act together. Is that fair?
Fumble by the Ravens, and recovered by the 49’s. Now the 49’s are smoking hot! Seventeen points in a four-minute 17 second stretch. Now the Baltimore Ravens are running a lot. Getting knocked down. Ouch! Pierce is leaving the field. That hurt! Now it’s getting excited. I am rooting for SF. They are cooler! And I like their uniforms better. As soon as I do, the Ravens gain momentum. Am I responsible for this?
Inside the two yard line, no goal. Field goal coming instead of a touchdown. They’ve got it! It’s still anyone’s game? This is the longest football game in history. (Not faster, as I originally thought when I started this post! )
Waiting for the end already 12 minutes and 22 seconds left! San Francisco! Touchdown! They tried a 2 point conversion, to tie the game. Failed! Baltimore Ravens get a field goal! Up by 5. San Francisco has the momentum at the two-minute warning! Time out. Lost a chance to get a touchdown. Ravens kept them away! Only 1 minute and 42 seconds left
It’s finally over!! Baltimore Ravens 34-31
If you’re a baby boomer or above, you’re facing some realities. You aren’t going to look like your 25 no matter how much you try. You start noticing other changes too. You get tired faster. Some people notice a little forgetfulness creeping in. Imagine how it’s going to be in your 70′s, 80’s and 90’s.
Acceptance of very old age is beautifully portrayed in the movie, “Quartet.” It is Dustin Hoffman’s directorial debut (at 75) and he does a sensitive job. He was wise enough to do his first production with the best actors. Try Maggie Smith, Tom Courtenay, Billy Connolly, and Pauline Collins, Even though they’re elderly, they’re effective. Just like the characters they portray in the movie.
The movie is about people living in a retirement home for musicians, Beecham, residents are notable instrumentalists and opera singers. They don’t sit around and play Bingo; they play and sing music. Most of it classical and operatic There is plenty of music interspersed throughout the movie. There’s some authentic singing done by some of these masterful actors, singers and instrumentalists.
One of the conflicts comes into play when a former diva Jean Horton, portrayed by Maggie Smith, has to make contact with her ex husband Reginald portrayed by Tom Courtenay. You know it was a serious breakup by their reaction to each other.
The retirement home needs to put on a show to raise money so they can stay in business. Smith’s character doesn’t want to tarnish her reputation since she can’t hit the high notes she used to. Part of the movie deals with Jeans reluctance to perform again.
Although the movie drags a little in the beginning, it picks up speed and by middle, you’ll be completely captivated.
*If you live in Columbus, Ohio, it’s playing at The Drexel Theater in Bexley.
Stay for the credits. They have some before and after pictures of the actors.
( I attended this movie with people I’ve been singing in a choir with for over 20 years. By the end of the movie, we were joking about scoping out a retirement home now. I couldn’t think of people I’d rather live with when I’m really old! )
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If you’ve never seen the Broadway play of Les Miserable, maybe you’ll appreciate this clip from a 10th anniversary special. These were all the professionals who played the main parts.
I did enjoy the movie, but I was a little haunted by all the big voices I was used to hearing when I saw it live. This play is a particular favorite of mine. I’ve seen it several times. What do you think?
I liked Obama’s inaugural speech. What did he talk about? Carrying on our “ founding fathers “ideas of everyone treated with equality. Everyone working together and getting along. What a novel concept. He talked about immigration and gay people being allowed to be who they are.
What I liked best about his speech is that he probably wrote it himself. Nothing like having an intelligent president. It’s nice to watch his family too. You know he really values women by the way he treats his wife and daughters.
Naturally, having James Taylor sing “America” entertained me no end. (And every baby boomer.) Kelly Clarkson singing “ My Country Tis of Thee.” was very inspirational. It was like I was hearing that second verse for the first time. Beyonce was the best, singing “The Star Spangled Banner.”
My absolute favorite was the Cuban- American poet, Richard Blanco. Here is his poem in case you missed it. Until I did his research I didn’t realize he was gay. Should that matter? Should we be talking about that? I don’t think so.
What do you think?
Click on the link, and you can view the poet reading his poem at the Inauguration.
I have always had good health, and I am really grateful for that. But, one part of my body seems to be falling apart, my teeth. Maybe human’s weren’t meant to live as long as they do now-a-days. It seems like teeth go before the rest of our bodies.
My teeth have never been wonderful. When the tooth fairy was giving out teeth, she must have given me the second-rate ones. Maybe she knew I wasn’t ever going to be rich and famous and didn’t need to be photographed. It might also have something to do with the inheritance I got from both my mother and grandmother. They both owned dentures which they faithfully soaked in Polident every night. Dental Implants, which stay in your mouth permanently, are an improvement.
To clarify, I am constantly brushing and flossing my teeth. I have said aloud to anyone who was listening, “I no longer have to take care of children, but I always have my teeth to keep me busy.” I guess I’d be completely toothless now, if I didn’t do that. I know people without teeth, and it’s not a pretty picture. People shouldn’t have to go around looking like that because they’re financially strapped.
In my sixties my teeth have become very high maintenance.
When I was a kid, I went to a dentist who was continually putting silver cavities in my mouth. One time when a new dentist drilled my tooth I complained about the way the Novocaine felt. So, he let me go without it. I would not recommend this. I will never complain about Novocaine again.
The silver cavities have been replaced with beautiful white ones because the original ones only last so long .Now, I need crowns on my teeth. A crown protects your nub of a tooth. ( The dentist files down your tooth to fit the crown.) A guess they call them crowns because they’re about as expensive as the one of the English crown jewels. (Okay, I’m exaggerating.)
Unfortunately, I lost 2 teeth in the past couple of years. I was going to a dentist who was having some emotional problems, and he told me not to worry about my teeth that were slightly wiggling and a little mushy. I should’ve known better, but I listened to him.
By the time I got to a good dentist, it was too late. I had to get them pulled by a fancy periodontist in a fancy office. It was a surreal experience.
mainly, because I used to have dreams that my teeth were falling out. When the periodontist was pulling out my tooth I must have had the look of panic on my face. He said, “at least I’m not taking off your arm.” This put it in the proper perspective.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he later did surgery on 3/4 of my mouth. He opened up my gums and got all the gunk out, then he sewed them back up. It only hurt when he put those 3 fancy shots of Novocaine in my gums. He did this surgery that was supposed to “save my teeth.” He even called to see how I was doing the next day. I found that amazing. How many doctor’s call you to see if you’re still alive? I finally understand what being long-in-the-tooth means. More gum then tooth, and you’re getting up there in years.
It worked for a while, but time is marching on. Not only am I now “long in the tooth” but some of my teeth are just not going to last. I have a feeling there are more crowns in my future.
I visit the dentist every 3 months, and the periodontist on the alternate 3 months. These are like my closest friends now. No offense to them, but I’d rather be socializing with other people.
The crowns are so fancy that each of these majestic coverings is going to cost me over $1.000.00.a piece. Yes, I do have Dental insurance, but it doesn’t pay for the whole crown. Only 25%. Does that mean they only care about 1/4 of my tooth.
I think the dental profession is getting away with overcharging all of us.
I personally know elderly people who will not get the replacement teeth because it’s just too expensive. This doesn’t seem right to me. Isn’t there something undignified about going around with your teeth missing? Besides, you can’t do much else when your past 90, but eat.
To be fair I’m glad we have dentists, periodontists, and dental hygienists
My dentist is so good that my kids still use him when they come to visit. He’s a very nice guy, and I don’t think he would be overcharging if he didn’t have to. I’m wondering if it’s the dental labs.
There’s nothing worse than a bad toothache. Remember Tom Hanks in that movie, Cast Away; he was deserted on an island and had to pull his own tooth out. I could feel his pain.
Why is it so expensive?
Don’t they know that times are tough? Does it really cost thousands of dollars to make those fancy crowns and implants? How much do they make on each sale?
Am I just a whiner? Is the cost justified? Tell me about your experiences.
|Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.|
|Eugene Field. 1850–1895|
|5. Little Boy Blue|
| I’ve always liked this poem. Thought I’d share it. I thought it was about growing up, but now I realize it’s about something else. But I still like it anyway. It was in a book of poems we used to have in my house growing up. Do you have a favorite poem? Maybe I was a more melancholy child than average. Maybe not, since it’s very famous.
|THE little toy dog is covered with dust,|
|But sturdy and staunch he stands;|
|The little toy soldier is red with rust,|
|And his musket moulds in his hands.|
|Time was when the little toy dog was new,|
|And the soldier was passing fair;|
|And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue|
|Kissed them and put them there.|
|“Now don’t you go till I come,” he said,|
|”And don’t you make any noise!”|
|So, toddling off to his trundle bed,|
|He dreamt of the pretty toys;|
|And, as he was dreaming, an angel song|
|Awakened our Little Boy Blue—|
|Oh! the years are many, the years are long,|
|But the little toy friends are true!|
|Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,|
|Each in the same old place,|
|Awaiting the touch of a little hand,|
|The smile of a little face;|
|And they wonder, as waiting the long years through|
|In the dust of that little chair,|
|What has become of our Little Boy Blue,|
|Since he kissed them and put them there.|
Do you think Billy Crystal is hilarious? Then, go see Parental Guidance. I both laughed and cried during this movie. But, nobody makes me laugh like Billy Crystal. He plays Arte Decker, an over-the-hill baseball announcer, who has been fired for being old and out of touch with the newest generation. There were some poignant moments in this movie interspersed with all the laughs.
I laughed a lot more than I cried. Bette Midler plays Crystal’s adoring put-together wife (Diane) who sees the chance to babysit their three grandchildren as another opportunity to win their grandchildren’s love. Currently, their photo is pushed aside on the mantle because the “other grandparents” take center stage.
Alice Simmons (Marisa Tomei) is their only daughter who is married to Phil Simmons (Tom Everett Scott) he’s handsome, understanding and smart. He’s a gadget computer guy who’s completely made their house user friendly. Crystal’s awkwardness around all this stuff felt familiar to me.
Alice and Phil direct the parents on their modern child rearing methods. Use positive reinforcement and don’t ever say no. “We let them ‘use their words and make choices.” says Tomei.
The three kids are adorable, but they have their problems. The oldest girl, Harper, (Bailee Madison) is too serious, the middle child, Turner, (Joshua Rush) has a stutter, and the littlest guy, Barker (Kyle Harrison Breikopf) has an imaginary friend. They all play straight guys to Billy Crystal. He’s great with them, especially Barker, but there is a moment in the film when Turner steals the movie.
There are a few slap-stick gags that are old, familiar and predictable, but they still work.
Crystal does one scene by himself that I found particularly touching. You’ll have to see the movie because I don’t want to ruin it.
What I was glad to see were all the kids, mostly preteens or early teens, in the movie theater. A clean-cut movie with no monsters, guns and violence. They seemed to be enjoying it too.
If you’re looking for depth, there isn’t a whole lot in this movie. But, if you’re looking for laughter, you’ll find it here. And if you’re trying to reconcile your place in the universe, it’s reassuring to know you’re in the same age category as Midler and Crystal.
Do you agree with my review? Comments are welcomed.
I am fascinated by the Supernanny. She’s the English Nanny who helps rescue people being over-run by their kids. What’s most fascinating about her is that she doesn’t have any kids, but she seems to have a good understanding of what makes kids tick. No matter how assertive she is with the children, the kids seem to love her. She knows the difference between being stern and mean. (It is TV) It just proves that kids are looking for authority figures, not friends.
This lady has good ideas. I was watching a marathon of these shows yesterday. Why I should be interested after I’m all done with mothering bewilders me. Maybe I’m just glad I didn’t live with abusive kids.
These new parents have a lot on their plates. It takes two incomes to raise kids these days. It’s a lot of responsibility, work and time. I think maybe we’ve lost sight of what’s important. I think our mothers, father, and grandparents had a better idea.
I’m not saying I was the perfect mother, far from it. Luckily, my kids came out all right, but I could have used some of the techniques I see proposed on this TV show.
Ten Valuable Techniques (I’ve watched
Supernanny teach hapless parents.)
1 .When disciplining the child, get down on their level. Have them think about what they did wrong, then have them apologize. (I actually did use this technique. It was in place in the medieval times. )
2. Put some authority in your voice, so they know you mean business.
3. Make them go in their corner or room for one minute per age.
4. If they get out of bed at night, just put them back in their beds. The first time, say something, but after that don’t talk, just put them back in bed.
5 .Don’t let them use bad language, kick, hit or abuse the parents. It should never be tolerated.
6. Keep a good routine going. Give them thing to do that they will like. (Don’t just expect toys or TV to completely entertain them.)
7 .Make sure your house is safe and that they can’t get into trouble.
8. Give them responsibility.
9. Take time to play with them.
10 Take time to listen to them.
The story that I found unbelievable was about a little boy who was clinging onto his mother. She couldn’t walk 10 feet without him putting up his arms and demanding that she pick him up. She never turned him down. He also decided what time his mom and he should go to bed. When he got tired, he happily crawled in bed with Mom and Dad (already asleep).
Supernanny gave Mom several techniques to un-cling little 2-year old. Mom was unwittingly promoting these clinging habits. Dad wasn’t helping because when he came home from work, he had transition time which never ended. He sat on a chair all night and watched TV. As soon as he became engaged with his kids, things began to improve.
It all came out all right. (At least on the TV show.) The clinging child finally went to sleep in his own bed, disengaged from his mom and stopped throwing tantrums every time she put him on the floor.
If the kids featured on Supernanny are messed up, it’s easy to see who is responsible. It usually goes back to Mom and Dad.
The parents don’t seem to have any insight in what they’re doing to create these little monsters. Some parents are afraid of their kids not liking them, some are too lazy to tend to their kid’s needs, and others just don’t know what to do.
It seems peculiar that they don’t teach these kinds of skills in school. I think it’s needed now, more than ever.
Someone I vaguely know, posted a picture of their baby’s ultrasound on Facebook. This isn’t the first time this has happened. The ones that really creep me out are the three-dimensional pictures. I think it’s very Science Fiction like, and kind of odd. Should you be looking at the kid before it comes out of the womb? It seems like you’re invading the embryo’s privacy in some way.
It was bad enough when your parents showed you naked on a blanket. Now, they can show you actually developing.
It’s mind boggling to know that we all start out looking like something from another dimension. It’s one thing to be pregnant and know there’s something going on. It’s another thing to actually watch it. This whole process reminds me of a “Twilight Zone” episode. (For all you baby boomers out there!)
Along with showing the parent’s monthly ultrasounds, the doctors also draw comparisons between pieces of fruit. The little embryos are compared to naval oranges, avocados, bananas, and a variety of foods.
Maybe it helps the parents get used to the idea of having a baby, and it is a good conceptual tool. What do we usually do with pieces of fruit? We eat them. Now, that’s creepy.
Baby boomers did experience this a little bit
When I’d go to the doctor every month, he would put me on the scale and take my urine to check out if I had some kind of disorder or other. I still hear my doctor saying, “you’re not eating for three are you?” They did do one ultrasound per pregnancy. Once in a while it revealed the sex. In my case, it never revealed anything to me except the fetus was developing normally. That was a reassuring thing to know. It seemed like Science Fiction to me, even back then. (I recently found one of these pictures, but I couldn’t remember which kid it was.)
I didn’t know whether any of my kids was a boy or girl before they arrived. The only tooI I had in those days was the Drano test which really didn’t work. You mixed Drano with urine and it either turned blue or brown. Blue was a boy, and brown was a girl. My husband and I tried it each time and it was highly inaccurate. But it did bubble, make a sizzling noise and stink to high heaven. You had to make sure you weren’t near it when it bubbled.
Twenty-four hour surveillance of all the potential baby’s movements which you can play for all your friends and relatives, and a soundtrack to go along with it? Maybe a prenatal beauty contest awards ceremony?
I do think all of this is really cool, but I’m wondering how necessary it all is. How much does the extra technology cost? Am I being overly skeptical?
What do you think?
Sometimes, it’s really worth your time, money and energy to attend the movies. If you want to see something you’ll really enjoy, go see Les Miserable.
Although nothing can trump seeing the live musical, this comes close. Unlike the play, you can see some unbelievable scenery and powerful camera shots. The costumes are realistic, and the makeup makes everyone look pretty miserable (the pathetic crowd). Since the movie is so up close, you get a better idea of the characters and their relationships to each other. You get to see the nuances of expression, and feel the characters emotions. I could lose myself in this movie, and I was unaware of the time it took to watch. (It is over 2 hours).
There’s been much made out of the fact that the director made the actors actually sing their parts instead of using recorded soundtracks. He also uses a lot of closeups. . You can actually see every mark on their faces, and some of their neglected looking teeth. I liked the fact that they were really singing when it was filmed.
Anne Hathaway plays Fantine to perfection, and her singing doesn’t disappoint. It doesn’t take her long to turn into a prostitute. It’s almost painful to watch her go through her misery. Although she isn’t on screen that long, her part leaves a lasting impression.
Hugh Jackman makes a good Jean Valjean, our hero and makes a good transformation from a convict (stealing bread) to a moral person. He certainly looks pathetic in the beginning of the movie, and looks like a dashing hero for the rest of it. His voice is fairly strong, and his acting is excellent. If he doesn’t deserve an Oscar, I don’t know who does.
Russell Crowe has the least powerful voice in the production, but I think it’s adequate.( It seems hard to believe the director couldn’t find someone with a bigger voice to play the role.) He plays the villain, Javert convincingly I had heard he was inadequate in the part, so I was pleasantly surprised. I managed to hate him during the movie.
I think Sasha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham Carter as the slimy innkeepers steal the show when they’re on screen. They both have a lot of charisma that comes through even though their characters are unsympathetic. All the children in the production also do a terrific job, especially the little boy who plays a rebel.
My favorite female in this production was Samantha Brooks as Eponine. When she sings “On My own” in the rain, I loved it. She’s beautiful and has the voice we’ve come to expect when we see a live production of this show.
Amanda Seyfried as the adult Cosette was very believable. She looks the part and her voice is sweet.
If you’re looking for the biggest voices you’ve ever heard in this production, you might be disappointed, but the group choral numbers are quite strong, and Eddie Redmay as Marius lives up to expectations. If you’re looking for a moving story, fantastic scenery, a great reprieve, and something that will bring a tear to your eye, go see this movie.
I would give this production an A!
Through my singing activities, I found an inspirational artist, Arkadiy Gips. He calls Columbus, Ohio, home. He originally came from the Ukraine and studied at all the prestigious universities in Russia. He was also well-known in Eastern Europe before he came to America seeking freedom.
He plays all types of music: classics, jazz, and he even toured with Madonna. (Yes, that Madonna.)
This is an example of a group he leads. They play Roma music. Although, you may not be familiar with it, listen. Watch this all the way to the end. You get a taste of something different. All of these artists are fantastic!
Here’s some picture from Columbus, Ohio. Last year we dodged the winter. This year we don’t seem to be as lucky! The Columbus people love their football team, The Ohio State Buckeyes. Even during a winter storm, they are always on our minds. If you click on one picture, you can see the whole gallery–one picture at a time.
We own a little piece of property near the Hocking Hills in Ohio. My husband’s family bought it long before I married him. It used to have a cabin, but it’s been taken down. Now, all we’re left with is its natural beauty and the same creek that’s been running through it for eons.
I remember wading in the creek in my 20′s, but I wouldn’t do it now. I can’t put up with all the rocks on the bottom, and I’m not quite as daring as I used to be.
My husband comes alive when he gets on that property. He’ll go through all the brush and tall grass off the path. I followed him into it the other day, and fell over some fallen branches. (I thought, what am I doing, I’m too old for this.) Maybe my days of going through the untamed wilderness are through. I’ll just stay on the path. I think when my husband is 85, he’ll still find a way to plod through the brush and climb those paths.
After a freak storm swept through Ohio, a lot of trees fell all over the place. The family had to hire a logger to clear out and cut down damaged trees. Just like people, sometimes the old ones have to go to make room for the new ones.
I was afraid cutting down those trees would ruin the property, but nature has a way of coming back every year. It did look a little sparse at first, but now it’s been replenished, and you can see a little further than before.
Last year, I was fascinated when I walked down to the creek and there were hundreds of colorful butterflies swirling all around. It was enchanting to see them in such a natural environment.
My husband is happiest when he is building something and working with his hands. He loves to take his garden tractor down to those hills and clear the brush. I jokingly call him Daniel Boone. Sometimes I think he was born in the wrong century.
I like the sounds of the property. All you hear is the rustling of the leaves. It’s mostly silent. If you sit by the creek, you can hear the sounds of the water. It can be quite peaceful.
My husband is always pointing out to me where a deer probably slept. In all these years, I’ve only seen one.
We celebrated a lot of milestones down there. Our engagement, marriage, our children, new decisions, jobs and heart breaks. If we’re restless, we will hop into the car and take a little ride to the woods. It used to be five of us but the kids all grew up, so now it’s back to just the two of us.
I used to bound up and down the pathways. Now, I walk and have to stop several times before I get to the top. I recently figured out a good old walking stick made up of a fallen limb of a tree makes the climb easier. I do wonder how much longer I’m going to be able to keep walking the several pathways my husband has carved out with his little tractor.
What is more breathtaking than trees, and a vista to look out at them? All the wild flowers of purple, yellow, and the wispy pussy willows? In the winter it’s a little more desolate. I know that in the spring yellow daffodils will be waiting for me. I’m grateful to the former owners of the property who planted them years ago.
Since I’ve gotten older I’ve realized material objects aren’t going to bring me joy, but I can feel happy in the quiet woods. It also helps to have my Daniel Boone by my side.
Today, I went to a temple service. I am a regular participant, but today I was going to find some answers to the tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut. I like the Rabbi, and I like the services. Today, it was a small gathering.
During Jewish services a part of the morning is devoted to discussing the Torah . While discussing the Torah, the conversation got around to those killings in Connecticut. This event was on everyone’s minds.
All of these recent shootings weigh heavily on me, as they do on everyone else. Something has to be done. There has to be a defense against these sick sad people. What can be done? I don’t have the answer to this question. But I’m certain making the schools armed camps isn’t the answer. I spent a considerable amount of time working in the schools, elementary, middle and high-school. I had a chance to see what really goes on there. It is a complex place, and talented educators should be admired. It’s an important job.
People have to get real
This is going to get worse before it gets better. It’s lovely to think we don’t need to protect the children. It’s great to think we can go shopping, to the movies, and to hear political leaders speak without some nut coming out and wiping most of the people away. Unfortunately, while we’re all getting angry at each other, another sad insane person is probably plotting the next catastrophe.
I hope we all find a way to come together and act like responsible adults.
I guess we’ll never really know the answer to that question. Some people make simplistic guesses, but that’s not satisfying to me. I was impressed with what the Rabbi read to us just before the service ended. He read the eulogies Noah Pozner’s mother and uncle made at his funeral. These were published shortly after his funeral.
By The Associated Press 12/17/12 09:57 PM ET EST
From mother, Veronique Pozner:
The sky is crying, and the flags are at half-mast. It is a sad, sad day. But it is also your day, Noah, my little man. I will miss your forceful and purposeful little steps stomping through our house. I will miss your perpetual smile, the twinkle in your dark blue eyes, framed by eyelashes that would be the envy of any lady in this room.
Most of all, I will miss your visions of your future. You wanted to be a doctor, a soldier, a taco factory manager. It was your favorite food, and no doubt you wanted to ensure that the world kept producing tacos.
You were a little boy whose life force had all the gravitational pull of a celestial body. You were light and love, mischief and pranks. You adored your family with every fiber of your 6-year-old being. We are all of us elevated in our humanity by having known you. A little maverick, who didn’t always want to do his schoolwork or clean up his toys, when practicing his ninja moves or Super Mario on the Wii seemed far more important.
Noah, you will not pass through this way again. I can only believe that you were planted on Earth to bloom in heaven. Take flight, my boy. Soar. You now have the wings you always wanted. Go to that peaceful valley that we will all one day come to know. I will join you someday. Not today. I still have lots of mommy love to give to Danielle, Michael, Sophia and Arielle.
Until then, your melody will linger in our hearts forever. Momma loves you, little man.
from his uncle (this is only part of it….)
t is unspeakably tragic that none of us can bring Noah back. We would go to the ends of the Earth to do so, but none of us can.
What we can do is carry Noah within us, always. We can remember the joy he brought to us. We can hold his memory close to our hearts. We can treasure him forever. And all of us, including the family, the community, the country and the world, can honor Noah by loving each other and taking care of each other. That’s what Noah would have wanted.
Noah, we love you so much, we miss you dearly, and we will never, ever forget you.
I got some of what I was looking for when I walked in the temple today. But not close to what I need to understand this.
I’ve been in choirs all my life. I remember how happy I was the first time I officially belonged to a choir. I was in the 5th grade at Rowland Elementary school. I even remember some of the songs we sang for our program. Miss Titus, our devoted teacher, would probably be thrilled that I remember the words to “The Erie Canal.”
I’ve been in many choirs since then. Singing makes me feel good. I like the social aspects of it too. It’s just plain fun. The Harmony Project, one of the choirs I sing in, is something special. It’s a philanthropic group that sings and shares. Good works have been done in Columbus, Ohio, under the banner of the “Harmony Project.” We raise money, and get to give concerts too.
Choir Directors always talk about “singing with one voice.” That is a hard thing to achieve. Sometimes, you have some frustrated singers, with better than average voices, over-singing. At times, what you end up with is different voices, not blending at all. Sometimes, it reminds me of a competition. If you have a skillful musical director, they won’t allow this to happen.
Last night at the Harmony Project, everyone was singing enthusiastically while they followed Musical director, David Brown. In the middle of it all, I said to myself. Wow, this is a once in a lifetime moment. Stay in the present, listen, to your neighbor, blend in and forget yourself.
It was one of those magical moments. One I’ll always remember. We were all one voice.
When I started with the Harmony Project there were around 125 people. Now, there are 200. I didn’t really think I’d ever like singing with such a big choir, but I was wrong. We sing with one voice, and without music. It’s so much fun. We clap and rock it out too. There’s no shortage of baby boomers in the choir, but there are also people of all ages, all sexual orientations and all religions. Nobody cares about who believes what. We are all there to sing and share.
Today was our holiday concert at The Southern Theater. Almost every seat was taken. It was a rejuvenating experience.
The South High Harmony choir did a fantastic job singing for the audience. They’re kids from a high school that needed a little boost. They should be so proud of themselves. They did “We Will Rock You” with energy and heart. It was terrific.
The Unison Project sang “You’ve got a friend” with confidence and bravado.
The audience was excellent. They stood up more than once, and they rocked out with us. We were all one giant group.
The bike lady, got up and said how great it is that 155 teenagers is foster care will now have bikes. Members of the choir raised money in a social event in one day. It was a new idea and it worked.
What a band we have to back us up. They are all professional musicians of the highest caliber and they are good! Tonight we added strings and a mandolin. I have to say our soloists did an outstanding job.
It was fortunate that David Brown decided Columbus was the place to launch The Harmony Project. We’ve done a lot for the community. There’s so much to do.
David talked about looking for good signs tonight. I think the audience giving us a standing ovation was a pretty good sign!
If you’re coming tomorrow, you will have a terrific time. It’s guaranteed!
I am so happy that my cyberspace friend Pat Garcia nominated me for the Blog of the year 2012.
I started writing the blog in February. I’ve ended up writing about all kinds of things: my family, being a baby boomer, and inspirational people. I like especially recollecting my late parents who I was so close with. I still miss them every single day.
I also have written movie and book reviews, and one of my favorite subjects, The Harmony Project, a group in Columbus, that has taught me there is real joy in volunteering.
I was always one of those kids who ran in the door and said to my mother, “ Guess what?” So now, I can do it publicly .
The blog also helped me work through the pain of the sudden death of a good friend, Barbara Perrin, a member of a writer’s group I attended for the last 5 years. Losing her suddenly was one of the saddest things that ever happened to me.
On Word Press, you can see which of your articles has gotten the most hits. It’s always satisfying to know other people have read what I’ve written.
What’s really been special about this blog is communicating with people I hardly know. One of the rules of this contest is to nominate other blogs that mean so much to you.
It’s really an honor to have been nominated Pat. Thank you so much!
Blogs I nominate
Do you know a blog that deserves an award?
Do you have special blogs that you love to read?
Which blogs do you bookmark and follow?
Would you like to give them an award this year?
Then the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award is for you!
The ‘rules’ for this award are simple:
1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award.
2 Write a blog post and name/tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.
3 Please include a link back to this page Blog of the Year 2012 Award and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)
4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them
6 As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…
Yes – that’s right – there are stars to collect!
I’m referring back to Pat Garcia:
Walk on! http://pal_patgarcia.wordpress.com
These are the blogs I currently follow:
Liz Blackmore- little box of books.
David Kanigan, Lead, learn, Love
Hungry girl-you get a low fat recipe everyday! Lisa Lillen
The Kovies-Pondering blessings-onememory at a time
Christie Pepper, Cookie momma’s blog
Christian Mahail- a writer who is terrific and very young!
Here’s what can happen if people work together, and do something positive. The Harmony Project, a philanthropic group that sings and shares had a one day drive in Columbus, Ohio, to buy bikes for foster kids. It worked! In one day, enough money was raised to buy 155 bikes!
In light of what has happened recently, this is encouraging news. If we put our minds to it, we can do anything.
We just need to believe in ourselves, and what we can accomplish! Picture by David Brown, director of The Harmony Project!
It’s the day after the shootings in Sandy Hook, Connecticut. Yesterday, I watched all the news shows. I can’t watch them today. It’s too disturbing. These shootings are just beyond comprehension. What could drive a person to shoot 20 children? Who was he? Why did his mother keep guns in her home?
Why do we always end up focusing on the murderer? I’m guessing it’s because the thought of someone human doing these things is so incomprehensible.
Today, I dragged myself out of the house to watch Columbus BalletMet’s version of The Nutcracker. The last time I’d seen a production was twenty-six years ago.
I usher for the Ohio Theater in Columbus, Ohio. It’s one way to help the community and see different events for free. Columbus does have a lot to offer as far as culture goes: the symphony, Broadway on tour, guest artists, lectures and my favorite, Columbus BalletMet. This dance company does a lot of contemporary dance as well as the classics. The dancers are young, energetic, beautiful, artistic and talented. i never walk away disappointed.
It took me by surprise
I had forgotten that little girls come with their mothers and fathers to these shows. The little girls were dressed up in frilly colorful holiday dresses. I hardly saw anyone wearing jeans or T-shirts. It was sweet and so nostalgic.
I couldn’t help but think of the children who were murdered yesterday. They were about the ages of many of the little girls who were so thrilled to be seeing this famous ballet for the first time. I couldn’t stop thinking of the grief -stricken parents who lost their precious children.
BalletMet didn’t disappoint
I was enchanted with the production. It was beautifully staged, the music charmed me and the costumes were extraordinary. It was a memorable production and cheered me up a little.
But, in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop remembering all those little girls who will never get to get dressed up and see
The Nutcracker with their parents.
It’s really time to do something to stop the violence. Don’t you agree?
A shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut and the TV commentators are asking why? Maybe he might have to do with accessibility to guns and the media? This is not something that’s hard to figure out. Please!
I am tired of all these fools saying we don’t need to restrict guns. They say things like:
1.If they didn’t have a gun, they’d use a knife.
2, If they didn’t have a gun, they use a bomb.
3. If you don’t have a gun, you can’t shoot the shooter.
4, You can’t take guns away from people. It’s their right to shoot each other.
5. You can’t control crazy people, they’re going to do it anyway! Where there’s a will there’s a way.
I am tired of people not doing anything about all the violence in the media
Have you ever watched a video game? Guns and shooting. And they are becoming more and more realistic. I saw some people playing these games, and I was absolutely shocked on how gruesome, dark, and realistic it was.
Have you seen the junk on TV?
Have you watched the news? The news that is on 24/7? We sit and watch violence for entertainment.
If they didn’t have easy access to guns, they wouldn’t do this! If you have a gun available you’re more likely to use it! That’s a fact.
In England, this kind of thing doesn’t go on. Why? There’s gun control in England? Don’t you think they also have crazy people there?
I have been hearing about gun control since JFK was assassinated. When is this ever going to end?
My first bike was blue , and I remember my dad teaching me to ride it. I have a vague memory of him running with me and pushing the back of the bike. I was about six. Suddenly, I turned my head to look at him and I realized I was riding it all by myself. The first taste of real freedom. I can still see him standing there with a satisfied smile on his face. Then he said, “see, I knew you could do it!”
I had a disaster with a bike when I was 10. My mother told me, “don’t leave the house today because we’re going to Cedar Point.” (An amusement park in Sandusky, Ohio). I didn’t listen. As soon as she left for work, I rode an old clunky leftover bike to the neighborhood pool. On the way home, I decided to carry all my friend’s swimming bags on my handlebars.
Disaster struck. The swimming bags, filled with towels, flip-flops and floats, were too heavy. I stood up on the bike, fell off the bike and onto the sidewalk. I spent the evening getting a plaster of paris cast on my broken ankle. My mother was more than a little annoyed with me. She did slightly warm up when the doctor was putting that clunky soon-to-be- smelly awful thing on my leg. She wasn’t the only one who was upset with me. My two older sisters were not happy. My father was the only one who displayed any sympathy toward me.
I hadn’t learned my lesson
No disasters —at least on a bike—until I was 19. My roommate and I decided to go for a ride on the graveled alley by our apartment. I decided to stand up, and guess what? That’s right. I fell over again. This time I landed right on my chin. It smarted when I hit the gravel. Ouch!
Being the trusting naive girls that we were, my friend and I hitchhiked to the University’s hospital ER. First we ran in the apartment to grab a towel. My chin and lower face was profusely bleeding and it frightened me.
Strangely enough, the two clean-cut looking guys who offered us a ride also provided us with mixed drinks. They had a little set up with a decanter and some fancy drink glasses. I held a towel to my chin with one hand, and drank the welcome drink with my other. By that time, I was really worried about what I’d done to my face.
When I got to the hospital, they took me right away. I inadvertently caught my reflection in the doctor’s glasses while he was sewing me up. I watched as the dimple in my chin disappeared. It saddened me because I was the only one of the children in my family to inherit my dad’s dimple and I was quite fond of it. Fortunately the rest of my face was unharmed.
I still ride a bike
After all those problems, I still ride a bike. I’ve finally learned to be careful. I bought a brand new one several years ago, and named it “Freedom.” I’ve experienced a lot of joy riding her around town. I’m really glad riding bikes is now acceptable for mature adults. At one time this wasn’t a cool thing to do. (That tells you how old I really am). It’s fun and great exercise.
My daughter wins a bike
Naturally, all parents want their kids to ride a bike on their own. It’s a proud moment, but it’s the beginning of the end. You suddenly realize that one day they will be leaving you.
I proudly remember when my determined little daughter won a bike in a contest. She had to ride a certain amount of miles in the local park to get a new bike. I was quite surprised when someone rang the doorbell and awarded her a shiny red brand new bike. It didn’t surprise her at all.
The Harmony Project
Now, another one of my links with bikes is the Harmony project, a philanthropic organization. One of the things we do is raise money and give bikes to foster kids. I’m sure they will get a lot joy from their bikes. I just wish I could see all their faces when they get their bikes on Christmas morning. You can still contribute to this worthwhile project. So far, we’ve bought them 150 brand new bikes.
I want to thank all the people who contributed yesterday to our one day event on 12/12/12/ . It’s an example of what people can really do when they want to change things!
If you want to know more about us, check out our page at http://www.harmonyproject.com/bikes
If you have a story about your bike, or want to tell me about your first one, please comment!
IF you are one of my followers, you already know about The Harmony Project. It’s a wonderful group that came into my life. It’s a combination of singing (a 200 member choir that performs) and sharing.
Today, we’re buying bikes for foster kids in Columbus, Ohio. It’s a social media event. You can give as little as a dollar, or as much as you want. A woman called the “Bike Lady” purchases bikes for us. We’re putting resources together to give as many bikes as we can in one day. Join our effort. We know it’s a hard times and the holiday season. But, you can be a part of this. How about feeling terrific for a dollar or two? There’s nothing like it!
Here’s a letter from a foster grandparent
I get absolutely nothing out of this. But, I’ve gotten so much out of sharing my time and helping. You can too! Please donate, and if you really want to do a good thing share this over the web today. It’s just plain exciting and fun!
By the way, I intensely dislike selling stuff or asking for money. I really do. But, this project has given me so much! It’s really a blessing. Now it’s your chance to “pay it forward.”
Trust me, you’ll feel good all day!
On 12/12/12, click http://www.harmonyproject.com/bikes Here’s the link!
Today is Day 4 of mindful eating. I guess that’s what you’d call what I’m doing. So far, I’ve been doing fine.
I realize it’s boredom that causes me to eat. Boredom causes a lot of people to overeat. I am also addicted to food.
Last night I caught the TLC series about the 600 woman, who must have been really bored. She was not a native to the USA. When she came to the USA (Florida) she was a normal size. Fast food really turned her on. In between having her six children, she kept gaining weight. It finally got too much for her husband and he left.
By the time she got to 600 + pounds she took to her bed. Somehow she got her daughters to cook and feed her a terrible diet. They also got her food to go. She couldn’t even sit up.
She was willful and it probably caused her death
She begs someone to help her, and finds a doctor that will do the surgery. She promises that she will go to a Rehabilitation Center after the surgery, and follow all the instructions.
Finally, the 600 pound woman goes in the operating room to have the bypass surgery. She has so much fat that they can’t find a vein to attach the IV to; it takes a long time. It’s layers upon layers of fat. Miraculously, the surgeon finds her stomach and does the surgery.
She is not happy during recovery. She is in pain, and doesn’t like that. Then, she doesn’t like rehab where she has to do some exercise. She is so irritated about the whole thing that she calls an ambulance to take her home. The doctor is incredulous. Now that she checked herself out of the rehab center what’s going to happen?
The next thing we know, we’re at her funeral. The question is whether the operation caused her death, her heavy weight, or it was a natural scheme of things. It’s just not healthy to be 600 pounds.
A Nation of Obese People
It’s frightening that there are more and more people at these weights. There are enough people to produce various shows about them.
It’s like watching a freak show, but pretty soon it won’t be so freakish because there will be so many people to feature in these shows. Pretty soon, they’ll have to audition.
McDonald’s, Burger King, Taco Bell, Tim Horton, Sonic, Dairy Queen and Jolly Pirate Donuts are all within one mile of my house. Not to mention all the pizza places, so numerous I can’t think of all the names. They are all within one mile of my house. I can still walk to all of them, but if I regularly indulge I probably will have to drive. Once in a while the temptation is too much, and I do go inside.
There is only one vegetarian restaurant in the little city where I live.
Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
No wonder we’re all getting so fat!
What do you think? I would welcome your comments!
Steven Spielberg has done it again. He’s assembled a cast that brings historical characters to life. If you haven’t seen the movie, Lincoln, put it on your priority list.
The movie is about Congress passing the 13th amendment, abolishing slavery in 1865 Imagine people arguing about whether or not slavery should be abolished. The very idea should make you uncomfortable.
Both Daniel Day-Lewis, and Sally Field are very convincing as Lincoln and Mary Todd Lincoln. Daniel Day-Lewis makes you feel like you’re finally getting a glimpse of the real Lincoln. We see the country lawyer, great story-teller, and determined leader. Field is the neurotic first-lady who supports Lincoln and mourns the loss of their son, Willy.
Tommy Lee Jones is very effective as an abolitionist Senator.
Oprah’s Interview with Spielberg, Lewis and Field on the OWN network
Oprah first interviewed Spielberg who talked about how it’s important for him to try new approaches when he directs.” I have to find an aspect I haven’t done before. …I need to wake up and get to the set, I need to feel shpilkes (a little bit of nervousness) I felt this every single day.” Whatever he did to make this outstanding movie worked.
Daniel Day-Lewis, a fantastic actor, talked about how he studied everything he could about Lincoln. He took a year to do it. He really transforms into a credible Lincoln. This Irish actor said he hears the voice of his characters and then he applies it. “The voice I hear is like the “fingerprint of the soul.” How could anyone come close to what you imagine Lincoln’s voice to be like?
It was fun watching Oprah’s interview with Sally Field. Many Baby-Boomers have grown up watching her on TV and movies. It was interesting that Sally was at first rejected for the part, but then Spielberg changed his mind. Lewis helped convince him to hire her. You can never tell that Field is 10 years older than Lewis. We also learn that Sally, like Lewis, stays in character on the movie set.
Go see the movie
Even though you know Congress is going to abolish slavery, and Lincoln is going to come to a tragic end, you can still get lost in this movie.
Maybe it should be required viewing by members of Congress now. At least they might get something done.
Did you like the movie? Anything to add?
The petite woman is standing on the pool deck at Easton Fitness Center , in Columbus Ohio, ordering 35 women and men around the indoor swimming pool. “Harder, faster, stronger, better!” she says. She crouches down to make sure her students are really working. “ I want to see you making waves in that pool,” she says.
Linda Mason is the lithe instructor. One thing you will find out about this motivational woman is that she is serious and passionate about her job. She teaches different aerobic swim classes that she designs herself. People in her classes are very satisfied with the workout she provides. “I feel so much better after I workout in the pool with Linda,” said Susan, one of her regular clients.
She’s been doing her job for over 25 years. She works with people of all ages to improve their health. Another one of her specialties is working with people with disabilities. She is certified through the AEA (Aquatic Exercise Association).
“ My passion is to help people improve their life…Water is such a forgiving, massaging, and healing medium. If you are experiencing inflammation, it will go down in the water. The pain threshold is lower in the water. People with disabilities can do things in the water that they can’t do on land,” she noted.
Mason first became interested in improving her own health when her father suddenly died from a heart attack. She was only 23 years old. “ I decided to take care of myself. A friend suggested I teach water aerobics. I trained in a couple of months, and I really liked it. I was determined to stay healthy,” she said.
Lindsay, her foster child, taught Mason what it meant to triumph over disabilities. Mason started caring for her when she was only 18 months old. At the time Mason was living in Detroit, Michigan. She met Lindsay through her church. Lindsay’s mother was unable to care for her little girl at the time.
“ I got involved with the Detroit Children’s Hospital. I trained with the physical therapy department. I worked with her at home. Before too long, she was crawling. By the time she was four and a half she was mainstreamed into kindergarten. Eventually, she could go back with her mom. This pushed me into the realm of helping people . I learned to work with frustration. I found out this is all part of getting better,” said Mason.
One of Mason’s unforgettable clients at the JCC (Jewish Community Center) was a former Buffalo Bills football player. He was 6’6” tall. “He came to my regular class and couldn’t go up and down the stairs of the pool. Before I started working with him I didn’t know that he’d had both knees, shoulders, and hips replaced. By the time I was done working with him, he could go up and down 10 steps. I worked with the muscle memory, and weight-bearing. He was also feeling much better, and finally sleeping at night,” said Mason.
Another client of Mason’s was Susanne Greenbaum who has suffered from multiple sclerosis.“Linda was very knowledgeable, and knew how to work with my MS. She helped my balance, and strengthened my core,” said Greenbaum.
Mason also works on land with people. “ I’ll start out just walking with people to see how they move. Then, I’ll create a program for them,” said Mason.
“My passion is to help people. I like to see people take little steps to improve their health,” said Mason.
If you want to learn more check out Mason’s website: http://www.hertn.org
Please reply about exercise you’ve tried!
1. Shave their underarm and leg hair. My husband absolutely goes crazy when he sees I have a hair in one of those places. In the meantime, you should see him. I am certain a man thought this up in the first place.
2. Wear makeup. This is really stupid. Painting our faces? How many men wear makeup? I do enjoy wearing it sometimes. But, I’m at the point where it doesn’t do that much good. Maybe a little bitterness here.
3. Wearing a bra. What’s wrong with being au natural. When you get older, your breasts droop. God forbid anyone should know your not a young thing with perky breasts.
4. Dying our hair. More men than woman go around with gray hair, and this is socially acceptable. My husband pitches a fit any time I suggest I go gray. He humorously says, “I don’t want to be with an old woman.” I am 11 months older than him.
5. Wearing Spanx. I watched a story about this on Nightline tonight. How many men wear Spanx?. A woman did create this. She says, “it gives women confidence.” Now, why don’t men feel like they should have confidence like this. (She’s on the Forbes list of billionaires.) Who knew there was big bucks in sucking it in.
6. Making their breasts bigger. I remember I worked with a “girl” who did this years ago. After her boob job she loved prancing through the mall with her ponderous boobs (balloons really) ll. She liked guys looking at her and saying “she was hot.” She really enjoyed becoming a sexual object.
7. Making their rear ends bigger. This one is too silly. I always wanted mine smaller. I also read an article about someone’s fake rear end folding in on itself. It was going the wrong way.
8. Wearing expensive perfume. I guess it doesn’t hurt to smell nice. But, men don’t waste nearly as much money on smelling good.
9. Some woman, even old ones, won’t cut their hair or change their hairstyles because their husbands won’t like it. There’s nothing sadder than watching an old lady with an outdated long hairstyle.
10. The dumbest things some women do for men is let the man run everything. Now, how many men would put up with that? And that’s not funny. Not even a little.
Any other things you can think of? I would appreciate your comments! Scan to the end of this post to get to the reply section!
You can’t expect to live life without running into problems. Sometimes people get so frustrated, that they decide to hold a grudge. What’s so unsettling about a grudge is that it keeps the bitter feelings alive. It hurts all parties involved every time they think about it.
According to my New Oxford Online Dictionary a grudge is: resentment, bitterness, rancor, pique, umbrage, dissatisfaction, disgruntlement, bad feelings, hard feelings, ill feelings, ill will, animosity, antipathy, antagonism, enmity, animus; informal a chip on one’s shoulder.
We all know about grudges. A lot of times they occur between countries. Then, what we all end up is a war. It’s like we’re all little kids saying, “I’m right, and your wrong, na, na, na, na, etc! In the meantime, many innocent people are victimized. Look at all our brave soldiers that are killed fighting meaningless wars.
Alcoholics Anonymous recognizes the destructive force that grudges have. In one of the steps, people have to apologize and make amends to people they’ve hurt.
Family Grudges Occur Too Often
It’s amazing how many grudges occur within families. You often hear about brothers and sisters turning against each other. Sometimes, if happens after a parent dies and people have to decide what to do with remaining possessions or money. I’m convinced this all emanates from childish feelings of jealousy.
I know someone who didn’t talk to his brother for 40 years because they got into a disagreement over a bottle of wine after their father’s funeral. One brother called the other cheap and poured his inexpensive bottle down the drain Unfortunately, by the time they talked one of them had Alzheimer’s Disease and didn’t even recognize his apologetic brother. So, it never really got settled.
If a child acted like this, we’d put them both in time-out chairs. After the time-out was over we’d have a little talk. We would say, “Don’t call your brother cheap, and you apologize right now.”
It takes an effort
I guess if people don’t work to resolve issues, maybe their relationship was superficial in the first place. If you sincerely cared at all about the other person, you wouldn’t let your pride get in the way.
It’s true there are some relationships not worth salvaging; for example, people who inflict serious physical and emotional damage are not worth talking to again.
Decide if it’s worth working out
If you are feuding with someone, and care about them, this is my advice: act like a grownup and resolve the issue.
You won’t be sorry. Someday, you might even forget what the fight was about, and that it ever happened.
You’re going to gain so much more than you’ll lose
What’s the silliest grudge you ever heard of? Do you ever think it’s a good idea to hold a grudge?
I just completed a book written by yet another one of the late John F. Kennedy’s alleged mistresses, Once Upon A Secret by Mimi Alford.
Her involvement with Kennedy became public knowledge in 2003 with an article by a Kennedy biographer. He mentioned Alford by name, and pretty soon the reporters were on her trail. She decided to come out with the information on her own.
Alford had been living with the “secret” for 41 years and wanted to give her side of the story. She was especially interested in letting her two daughters know what happened and why.
Alford’s White House Internship
Ironically, Alford won an internship to the White House by writing an article about Jackie Kennedy for her school newspaper, “ Salmugundy”. Since Jackie was an alumnus of the school, Miss Porter’s“ a boarding school in Farmington, Connecticut, Jackie’s private secretary, Miss Baldridge, granted her an interview at the White House. Baldridge told her all about Jackie for the article.
Alford assumes the article won her an unsolicited offer to work in The White House. (She didn’t apply for it.) She took it although her father wasn’t happy about it. He’d already gotten her a job with a fancy law firm. Her family was well-connected and wealthy.
Kennedy was a Womanizer
There are too many women who profess to being his mistresses:Jackie’s press secretary, two white house secretaries nicknamed Fiddle and Faddle, Judith Exner, and Marilyn Monroe.
Alford Was Part of a Team
After you get into this book, you learn there were several graduates of Jackie’s previous alma mater, entertaining JFK throughout the day. According to Alford, these young women were a tension relievers for the embattled president. On one occasion, JFK suggested she help out his closest aide, Dave Powers relieve his tension too. She complied. But she drew the line at helping out Teddy.
Aftermath of Alford’s affair with Kennedy
After the day of his assassination she confessed the sin to her fiance whom she was later married to for 26 years. He made her promise to never speak of it again, and she didn’t. She even got rid of the few mementoes JFK bought her. One was a signed picture, he’d autographed in front of her.
Alford doesn’t regret her affair with Kennedy. Maybe she loved him in her own way. I think she regretted the fact that she had to hide it, and that it affected her life.
After 26 years, she and her husband got divorced. She does contend that for 13 years they could put the past aside, and were happy. But the last years of their marriage were extremely unhappy. She blames part of it on ” the secret.”
A Happy Ending
One of the reasons Alford doesn’t regret being exposed is because she met her present husband after she became a little famous. She figures if it hadn’t happened, they wouldn’t have ever gotten involved.
Who is Really at Fault?
It seems like the power brokers like Kennedy and more recently Clinton, are too selfish to think about lives they may be corrupting. especially young women.
The book is more well-written that you would expect. It’s an easy read, but it is disturbing. It is a look into the life of President Kennedy from his young mistress’s point of view.
Vivi a very close friend of mine nominated me for this Wonderful Team Award.
Do you have any idea how it gives me goose bumps to know that I am accepted and a part of a wonderful team of bloggers? We are family. There is no doubt about it.
People with interesting and creative minds. Coming together as one unit.
What kind of goofy society do we have? It seems like evil makes news, and we all obsessively watch it.
First, we were watching the Boston Marathon bombing special. We know all the details of those crazy brothers. We seemed to lose interest when we found out about the 3 women freed in Cleveland. Too bad nobody knew some maniac was keeping them locked up for 10 years. It seems hard to believe. But, it’s true.
Now, those poor women in Cleveland. Nobody knew they were imprisoned in that house on Seymour Avenue, now everyone can’t leave them alone.
I have to say I enjoyed the interview of the rescuer. Not only did he help the girl escape, but he was eating a Big Mac during the whole event. You can’t get more All-American that. His colorful language while talking to Anderson Cooper was also very entertaining. Maybe it was his enthusiasm, and complete honesty. That’s right, it was entertaining.
We have heard all the sordid details of their imprisonment. We can’t seem to get enough of it. How, what, and where they were kept in that house.
I am not excluding myself. I know every thing that happened. But what’s crazy is CNN is doing interviews with this evil guys sister and mother. I hope they’re not paying them anything. There’s just something fundamentally wrong about letting them appear on TV.
It’s like it’s a TV special event that we can’t get enough of.
What do you think?