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?
|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?
I’ve been getting AARP magazine free of charge since I’ve been 50. I’m now 62. I finally opened it up and started reading it.
I found it interesting. I could relate to every single article. Now, that is frightening. However, I don’t think I’m ready for the 24 hour alarm thing that you wear around your neck in case you fall over and can’t get up.
I think people would still say I died young if I dropped over tomorrow. So, there is still some quality life left to live.
Does that mean I’m officially a senior citizen? I guess I’ve been one for a while, but just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
In this society, it is not cool to be older. And that’s too bad. At least I’m not alone. There’s a lot of baby boomers, so why haven’t we managed to make it a popular thing? Maybe, because none of us wants to admit they’re old.
When did I first realize people looked at me differently?
I’m trying to remember the first time I had an inkling I wasn’t a 20, 30, or 40 something. I think it was when I was substitute teaching. The kids started asking me how old I was, and when I told them they looked shocked. Some comments included “when are you going to retire?”
I noticed the teachers in the teacher’s lounge looked like they were my kid’s ages. (That’s because they were.)
Maybe it was when the parking attendant called me “ma’am” for the first time. When I chastised him, he said, “ma’am my mother taught me to be polite to my elders.
Maybe it was when my kids started asking me to get my hearing checked. The times they started giving me unsolicited advice. (I don’t mind, they’re pretty wise for their ages).
I knew I was in trouble when I was in line for a job, and one of the other people applying offered me a seat. She said something like, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve offered this to you 10 minutes ago. That was at least 10 or 15 years ago. Time gets blurry, the older you get.
When I was 40, I appeared on a call- in radio show for an hour. The DJ made me an hour-long guest because he thought I was funny to be bemoaning the fact that I was turning 40. Now I completely get it.
So, now what?
I’m thinking I should go on an adventure trip while I can still walk fast. I heard the senior hostel trips are fun.
Maybe it’s time to admit, I’m older, and I’m lucky I haven’t bitten the dust. I’m in pretty good health, so I better start living it up. I actually feel as good as I ever did. (Maybe the secret is going to the gym, swimming aerobics, and walking! )
But, I still can’t walk into a senior citizens center. Not yet.
Any advice for having a rip-roaring time after 60? Any good adventure trips?