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| Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love, to really love. (Eleanor Roosevelt) |
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| Seems like yesterday! I love you! |
Monday, December 10, 2012
Time bandits, rushing wind, in the twinkling of an eye
Thursday, December 6, 2012
O sister of mine
Mom and Dad would take us to see the "real" Santa. He had his own little house right by the train station where Dad worked. We stood outside in the cold...it never seemed long to me. Seems you were almost 2 here and I was 5. Aren't we so cute in our hats? I don't remember what I asked for. You were certainly brave sitting on his lap.
Christmas Eve we would all get in the car and go for a drive. Maybe Santa would come while we were gone. I remember the time it snowed...it was like a Christmas card. Our Dad drove slowly through the streets that were filling with snow. It was dark out...what was that? And there in the road with the lights from the street lamps falling on him was Santa! Dad pulled up a long side of him...Mom asked him where his reindeer were...He said they were several streets over, he was letting them rest. We said good bye to his "HOHOHO". We checked several streets for the reindeer, but alas, nothing.
However upon arrival home we found our presents under the silver tree (which was all the rage back then) and he had eaten the cookies and milk.
Our Mom always said she became a Santa believer that night and it was magical...
Yes sister and BabaHoohoo
There is a Santa.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
The best thing about zoo lights was . . .
NOT the lights...after walking through the crush of people (worse than Disney in my opinion) but wait I digress...let me start at the beginning.
We were guests of the Fall Fairy and #2. We found a parking space in the last row...2 seconds later Wenna Woo and #1 showed up. We gathered everthing together. The weather was balmy for this time of year...yet we needed hats and gloves anyway. The two Bubbas got in their strollers and we headed toward the zoo. Thank heaven the Middle Rose said, "We are parked in Dolphin 31"...if she wouldn't have said that, I think we would still be looking for the car!
We made it through the entrance and took pictures with the various "animals", the big bad wolf, Frosty, Rudolph, a bear...and I cheekily said, "Are there real animals here?". We then veered to the left...it was now dark, the zoo lights were lighting the way.
"Oh look, the lion's den." "There's one", we said in an unimpressed voice. We pointed it out to the children. There on the ledge was a lion.
Then, from the left, entered THE KING OF BEASTS...he was so huge, I could not wrap my head around him. It was like being at the Grand Canyon for the first time and not being able to find any depth perception. He was magnificent! He sauntered across the den and laid down. His mouth opened. At first we did not hear, as sound travels slowly. Then, at least 12 times he roared his terrible roar, louder and louder each time. My Wild Blonde Boy pumped his fist in the air and yelled "That was AWESOME!" And...it was. Awesome was the perfect word. Part of me was afraid, this beast was so large and powerful, I felt he could leap across the chasm and maul all of us and go on his silent way. This is the King of Beasts...Handsome told the kids he was like ASLAN...and he was. "He is not a tame lion, but he is good."
THAT was the best part of zoo lights except for stopping and sitting on a half wall and enjoying snacks that both families had put together...(Duh, the grandma and grandpa had not thought of anything like that). We had creamy hot chocolate, water, coke, crackers, salami, muenster, gouda cheese and pretzels. It was quite nice.
I won't go in to how frazzled I was...keeping track of 5 kids in the dark and in winter coats (they all started to look the same and I mean all meaning the 3 million sixty thousand hundred other kids that were also stampeding through the zoo). This Grandma was a basket case. I felt that if you could look at my nerve endings, they would have appeared fried.
We settled down to watch the laser light show, a huge disappointment to me and Handsome, but the kids liked it.
We topped our night off with a visit through the tropical, steamy, hot and stinky monkey panarama. I could not take the heat so Handsome and I deserted...we did not get to enjoy the casanova gorilla. Apparently he was huge, and looked like he was praying as 3 lady gorillas perused him.
We told the kids Grandpa and Grandma had to get going. It felt like midnight in the garden of good and evil (it was only 6:15 pm). After many hugs and kisses and telling us to look for the carousel, we disappeared into the night. Feeling like salmon going upstream we managed to walk to the entrance/exit.
Then...find Dolphin 31...but everything says lion and gorilla. We walked and walked...my back, my feet (whine, whine). There, in the north forty was the dolphin section. We walked and walked somemore. All of the cars were black..."Push the button on the key fob." I said thinking I was so smart. Handsome had been doing that for some minutes. We determined we had gone too far. There was now gravel underfoot and Handsome said we were parked on the paved part. Turning around, walking some more he said..."See those lights flashing?" Finally I did and we got into the car.
Fifteen minutes later we were out of the lot and a slight drizzle had started. Incidentally, the zoo could take a lesson from Willow Creek on how to empty a parking lot!
The only way I would go back to zoo lights is if it was 32 degrees below zero and then I wouldn't go!
However, I would not have missed Aslan for anything. Thanks, for taking us!
We were guests of the Fall Fairy and #2. We found a parking space in the last row...2 seconds later Wenna Woo and #1 showed up. We gathered everthing together. The weather was balmy for this time of year...yet we needed hats and gloves anyway. The two Bubbas got in their strollers and we headed toward the zoo. Thank heaven the Middle Rose said, "We are parked in Dolphin 31"...if she wouldn't have said that, I think we would still be looking for the car!
We made it through the entrance and took pictures with the various "animals", the big bad wolf, Frosty, Rudolph, a bear...and I cheekily said, "Are there real animals here?". We then veered to the left...it was now dark, the zoo lights were lighting the way.
"Oh look, the lion's den." "There's one", we said in an unimpressed voice. We pointed it out to the children. There on the ledge was a lion.
Then, from the left, entered THE KING OF BEASTS...he was so huge, I could not wrap my head around him. It was like being at the Grand Canyon for the first time and not being able to find any depth perception. He was magnificent! He sauntered across the den and laid down. His mouth opened. At first we did not hear, as sound travels slowly. Then, at least 12 times he roared his terrible roar, louder and louder each time. My Wild Blonde Boy pumped his fist in the air and yelled "That was AWESOME!" And...it was. Awesome was the perfect word. Part of me was afraid, this beast was so large and powerful, I felt he could leap across the chasm and maul all of us and go on his silent way. This is the King of Beasts...Handsome told the kids he was like ASLAN...and he was. "He is not a tame lion, but he is good."
THAT was the best part of zoo lights except for stopping and sitting on a half wall and enjoying snacks that both families had put together...(Duh, the grandma and grandpa had not thought of anything like that). We had creamy hot chocolate, water, coke, crackers, salami, muenster, gouda cheese and pretzels. It was quite nice.
I won't go in to how frazzled I was...keeping track of 5 kids in the dark and in winter coats (they all started to look the same and I mean all meaning the 3 million sixty thousand hundred other kids that were also stampeding through the zoo). This Grandma was a basket case. I felt that if you could look at my nerve endings, they would have appeared fried.
We settled down to watch the laser light show, a huge disappointment to me and Handsome, but the kids liked it.
We topped our night off with a visit through the tropical, steamy, hot and stinky monkey panarama. I could not take the heat so Handsome and I deserted...we did not get to enjoy the casanova gorilla. Apparently he was huge, and looked like he was praying as 3 lady gorillas perused him.
We told the kids Grandpa and Grandma had to get going. It felt like midnight in the garden of good and evil (it was only 6:15 pm). After many hugs and kisses and telling us to look for the carousel, we disappeared into the night. Feeling like salmon going upstream we managed to walk to the entrance/exit.
Then...find Dolphin 31...but everything says lion and gorilla. We walked and walked...my back, my feet (whine, whine). There, in the north forty was the dolphin section. We walked and walked somemore. All of the cars were black..."Push the button on the key fob." I said thinking I was so smart. Handsome had been doing that for some minutes. We determined we had gone too far. There was now gravel underfoot and Handsome said we were parked on the paved part. Turning around, walking some more he said..."See those lights flashing?" Finally I did and we got into the car.
Fifteen minutes later we were out of the lot and a slight drizzle had started. Incidentally, the zoo could take a lesson from Willow Creek on how to empty a parking lot!
The only way I would go back to zoo lights is if it was 32 degrees below zero and then I wouldn't go!
However, I would not have missed Aslan for anything. Thanks, for taking us!
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| The male is Zenda. The female is Isis. They have been at the zoo since 2008. The roars come at sundown. You can hear the sound for 6 miles. I believe it. Jesus, the lion of the tribe of Judah! He is AWESOME! |
Thursday, November 29, 2012
You gotta get up in the morning!
I was on my way to the Fall Fairy's house. The moon was huge and bright with a star or planet right next to it. It was dark and cold. I had the radio tuned in to Moody. I heard their weather guy say that the moon was a "Beaver Moon". The first full moon in November when supposedly the waters are frozen and long ago the men would set traps for the beaver. Shortly after, I heard a Christmas song..."That sounds like Rich Mullins...it has to be Rich Mullins...but he has been home with the Lord for quite a few years...and I have never heard that song before". Well the announcer said yes it was Rich Mullins...so today, I searched Youtube and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
You gotta get up!
Rich Mullins a most talented musician, songwriter, and lover of our Lord. You are missed.
You gotta get up!
Rich Mullins a most talented musician, songwriter, and lover of our Lord. You are missed.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving
It has seemed to me fit and proper that God should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People.
Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln
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| It is a time of deep Thanksgiving to the Lord . . . it shall be a time of great joy. Deuteronomy 16:15/LB Thank you for not taking Handsome home . . . |
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Injun Summer
| One of my favorite memories |
John T. McCutcheon
Chicago Tribune
September 30, 1907
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Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer. Don't know what
that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick Injuns come back
to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even,
there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned.
Reg'lar sure 'nough Injuns—none o' yer cigar
store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'.
Don't be skeered—hain't
none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.
They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.
But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways
their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look
real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the
sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come
back. They're all around us now.
See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn
shocks from here, but them's Injun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em
now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's
the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.
Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's
the campfires, an' th' Injuns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.
You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over
the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an'
you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I
knowed you would after a little while.
Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year?
That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old Injun sperrit gits
tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em
rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an'
ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes
floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one
now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an Injun ghost, sure's
you're born.
Purty soon all the Injuns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the
happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires
smolderin' away jest like they are
now.
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| From his pipe the smoke ascending Filled the sky with haze and vapor, Filled the air with dreamy softness, Gave a twinkle to the water, Touched the rugged hills with smoothness, Brought the tender Indian Summer To the melancholy north-land, In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hiawatha 1855 |
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Friday, November 2, 2012
Happy Belated Halloween Birthday to two of my favorite boys!
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| Finchy who has the best smile and the best wiggle butt dance! He is always happy to see me. Such a cool and interesting face. Very handsome. Best snuggler ever! |
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| And Burley Butt the baby of the group. He is so innocent. So gentle. He thinks he is a little dog. He looks sad but he is a happy boy. Watch out when he comes scampering down the hall. He carries his big bone. If it falls on your toe...ouch! Happy Birthday to two of the best boys EVER! |
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