1. Most little ones do not want to take time off of their fun day to sleep.
2. Nature delights them: chirping birds, squirrels, dogs, and cats.
3. Physical pain is easily healed with hugs and kisses.
4. As far as they know, fanciful characters on TV are real friends. Example (Thomas the Train).
5. They can greet you with smiles and hugs.
6. Running and kicking a ball can put a big smile on their faces.
7. The finest food is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
8. A brownie qualifies as a surprise. It’s extra special if they stir the batter.
9. Playing with a flashlight fascinates them.
10. As far as they know, the world is a beautiful, friendly and heavenly place.
Why do you like to hang out with your grandchildren or nieces and nephews?
At the age of 65, I had my first experience pouring beer. I volunteered for the Festival Latino, in Columbus, Ohio.
I reported to my friendly bartender who informed me that pouring beer was not just a matter of putting the beer cup under the keg, and pulling the handle. She showed me the “head” which is foam. Too much head and the customer will feel shortchanged.
There is an art to slanting the cup, waiting for the beer to get almost to the top, and straightening it out. If there is too much head, you can pour it out, and add more beer. It took me all afternoon to get the hang of it. If the foam takes over, it goes down the drain.
I also got to pour a brand from the can. This was much easier, but I still had to slant the cup.
Another bartender, just as friendly and helpful, replaced the first instructing bartender so she could eat some of the fantastic Mexican food.
I asked both bartenders why they did the job. “Like the variety of people, never gets boring,”was the answer. Both ladies were very cool.
The Latino Festival
The customers were great too. It was the Latino Festival. They were all patient with me and allowed me to take their pictures. They even spoke some Spanish to me at my request. (Not everyone was Latino).
And they were happy to pose for pictures. (Donald Trump was not in attendance, thank goodness.)
After pouring beer all day, I went home and drank a can that’s been sitting in my refrigerator for months. (We’re not big drinkers at my house.) It was very tasty. It came in handy too because the Republican debate was on TV.
|Ruth Stone’s Biography|
|by Barbara Topolosky|
I decided that writing biographies might be a good thing to do for people.
Haven’t you always wanted to know details about your relative’s life. Here’s a chance for you to get those details.
I can scan photos, make a CD of this, or write a book.
If you’re interested contact me at Btopolo5@me.com
I am really trying, but it’s hard! I just got a new Ipad and this is the Ipad application. I am getting dizzy looking at all the stuff you can do with the Ipad. Music, books, and aps, etc. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted an Ipad. I load aps, free of course, but then I am bewildered by them. I added some Facebook thing, and I absolutely didn’t know what to do with it. Group chat? I tried it, but then I located ancient messages I sent people years ago. I’ve had a Mac for years, but I still don’t feel like I really understand it.
I live with a guy who keeps stuff going forever. We really have dial phones in our family room, two of them. You can’t dial out, but you can talk on them. He says, “he can hear on them.” It’s true they are comfy around the ear.
He has an Acer computer he bought 5 years ago, and it works perfectly for him. He is what I call a machine person. He has a relationship with inanimate objects. This makes it impossible for us to get rid of old objects. He keeps them going and going and going.
I don’t feel in control of inanimate objects
Me, on the other hand, I’m not so successful. I break something looking at it. I wouldn’t dare go without an insurance policy on any new item because I know it will eventually break. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if this new screen I am currently staring at suddenly started to shatter. Without me doing a thing.
I tried working on Habitat for Humanity. They allowed me to hammer two boards together, but ended up taking them apart, and they told me to do something else. I was able to take the floor apart. I must say I couldn’t wait until quitting time. On the other hand some young girl was using the wood-cutter with expertise. So, it’s not a girl thing.
What is simpler than painting a wall? I usually get more paint on me than anything else.
I can spell and feel like I have some control over words. I guess we all have our strong points. Unfortunately, in this world today, inanimate objects are more important than spelling. So, I will keep trying to conquer the techno world, or at least have a general idea of what’s going on!
I’ve never used the Ipad on WordPress. I will see how it all comes out!
Not that good—I had to edit it on the Mama computer. Sigh……..
To my followers: This is Part 2 of the newscast about Facebook. I am the hapless volunteer who let them look at my Facebook page. I must admit I don’t lead too extravagant a life, but I was surprised to find out my private messages weren’t private.
They show me for at least 3 seconds. If you’re interested look at Part 2. I included it in the blog.
If you think your information on Facebook is private, just forget it!
I have some happy memories of Thanksgiving when I was a little girl. My immediate family would gather round the table. This included my grandparents, my parents and my two sisters. I was the youngest! I felt very happy and loved in my family, and enjoyed those celebrations.
Although both my parents had big extended families,we never shared Thanksgiving with them. It was a pretty simple holiday. My mother insisted on being alone in the kitchen preparing the meal. We knew to stay out of her way. If we went near her or her preparations, she would get really upset. She wanted everything to be perfect.
It wasn’t a totally traditional American menu because it always included chopped liver, and Matzah Ball Soup. We had the other things: stuffing, turkey, sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green beans with mushroom soup, cranberry sauce, a salad, and pumpkin pie for dessert.
My mother never changed the menu. It was the same every year. Later, my sister added her cherry jello mold (with sour cream) which I later added to my own celebration. Unfortunately, I never wrote down my mother’s recipe for matzah balls, chopped liver, or stuffing. I’ve made all those things, but it never tasted like my mom’s.
One day my oldest sister offered to take over the Thanksgiving celebration. (By this time, one of my sister’s and her husband had moved out-of-town.) My mother was happy to relinquish her role as hostess.
Now, our celebration included my two nieces, my brother-in-law, and their dog, Gus, who gleefully ate all the scraps. (By this time, my grandparents were long gone.)
Eventually, my family scattered, and Thanksgiving together came to an end.
I did get everyone together for Thanksgiving in 1979, but it never happened again.
Nothing lasts forever, even families. The best thing to do every year is be thankful for what you do have, and savor every moment together.
Happy Early Thanksgiving!
I’d welcome comments about your childhood Thanksgiving celebrations! What’s your happiest memory?