This ever changing world in which we live in........

What's goin on?  I wonder if that is a question all of us ask ourselves lately.  I know I do.   Why is it so important to have that big TV?  Why is it so important to have that big vacation?  Why is it so important to spend...spend....spend?  Is that the only thing that makes one happy today.   I grew up in a very different world.  One that will never come again.   People cared.  They visited.  They called.  They brought over dinners when someone was ill.  They shared, they dreamed, they loved. 
I remember my Mom and Dad telling me about the depression, how awful it was, yet how it brought their friends and their family together.  A big night on the town might be sitting on the porch talking, shooting the breeze, making each other make it through.   Sure, there was crime, there was fighting, but there was compassion.  I do not want to think we have lost that.  I know we have not.  I have raised two very wonderful children, who did not have everything, who lived in a small home, who shared.  They never talk of feeling deprived.  Ever.  But I did raise them to be individuals with their own minds, something in which I do not believe I have ever mastered.  Always trying to please someone, when really can we ever?
This is a very different generation.  But it is a good generation.  Basically we all want the same, to be happy.  My mother told me once that things always come full circle.  Maybe it will, maybe it won't.  But of this I am
sure.  Everyone dreams, everyone loves, everyone wants someone to listen to them.  Quiet..... listen, it is amazing what you will hear. 

Memories of Home

Wyandotte, wonderful city.   Close my eyes and remember.   At night, lying in bed, hearing the boats greet each other, or trains blowing their whistles into the night.  Time of dime stores, drug stores with soda fountains, loop bus that went from Jefferson to Eureka to Fort to Goddard, around and around again.  Such fun it was to ride that bus into Downtown Wyandotte to shop with Mom.  My brother and I would look in the dimestore window while waiting for the bus to come to take us home.  Christmas was especially exciting, seeing toys in the window, and all the hustle and bustle amidst cold winter nights.  Living in one area your whole life, then moving is a challenge.  Even though the move is not that far away.  Somehow nothing compares to the place where you are from.  When you go back, look around, remember, you think, this is where I am from, this is my roots, where nowhere else in the world I felt more comfortable.  Then you realize, you never will.  For this is Home.

I already have a website and would like to publish a blog to it.

I already have a website and would like to publish a blog to it.

Empty Nest

Somehow I never truly thought of the day when I would face not be needed by the two children.  My Daughter and Son were the main focus of my life always.  As a single Mom, 24/7 was what was going on in their lives.  I guess I must have done a good job because you are supposed to raise your children to live happy, wholesome lives without you.  So why do I feel so empty?  I look to my crafts, not enough, I have become involved in church, not enough (never have been a person to be around alot of women)  My husband and I are (I got married three years ago) are now free to do whatever we want.  But lack of money makes that impossible.  I know there is still much out there for me at 63.  My struggle to become independent and happy myself goes on.  No one wants to become that mother you feel you have to go see, or I saw Mom, check.  You want them to WANT to see you.  To laugh with you.  I know my life is far from over, I just need to get back on my feet and do what I have always done.  Move on.  Go forward.  Be happy.  I will overcome this.

What is important

Never in my life have I known what is important than I do now.  Sometimes, I think why don't we know this when we are young?  But then I really know.  We are to busy living and having fun to realize how fast this is all going by.  I am so lucky that I was blessed with two wonderful children.  A daughter and a son.  They have been and always will be the love of my life.  THAT is one thing I always knew.  But I didn't realize how important all the little things were.  Like Erin, adorable little girl, putting her little arms around me and saying "kiss me, I got the signal" or Devin, clinging to my legs like I was going to do a ten yard sprint!   But am so glad that those moments happened, and I have this to look back at and remember and smile.  I got the best of the deal.  Am looking forward to more years of memories, like this year when I could not get on the horse on the merry-go-round and was so much feeling sorry for myself, because everyone else had a horse that went up and down.  Then I looked, and Erin and Devin were looking at me with such concern, poor mom, how can I get her on that horse?  Funny how roles change.   I bet this year they will make sure I get a horse that moves!!!!

Saying Goodbye

As I said this is about life and love.  Sharing a goodbye:

How to Share a lifetime of memories.
There are so many,
not enough time
not enough time
He loved many things: Northern Michigan, Grand Haven- casinos, combing his hair, Christmas and he always wanted to hear news about his family.
Bud is my oldest cousin- and very special to me.  So I would like to share some thoughts and  a story or two.
He was private-did not like crowds.  As of late, a loner.  But how I loved to make him laugh.  And he enjoyed to laugh.  Life is hard for all of us at times, and Bud had his share of disappointments.  But he was fortunate enough to find Helen and in Helen; stability and Love.
Barb, my older sister and him were only two years apart.  We lived across the street from each other, so they had a childhood bond like brother and sister.  They were together alot.  Walked back and forth to school.  All went well then Bud started playing an instrument.  His Coronet.  Well trouble was..he did not want to carry it.  So down on the sidewalk it went.  Barb would say, "Bud I am not carrying this"  Bud would say, "Well I am leaving it here"  Needless to say Barb pick it up and carried it home.  So if you noticed the sticker in Buds c asket.  She says- This the the last time I'm carrying this for you Bud, It is all yours now..
The to Rock their world-I like to think a cute curly headed girl named Linda became a third part of the walks and adventures of Bud and Barb.  Oh how I love being with them!  But somehow I don't think I fit into the plan.  They would squeeze my hand so hard thinking she'll want to go home..  But not me.  I didn't say a word.  So I went with them.
The day of my fathers, mothers funeral, Barb and Bud were in charge of me.  They decided we would walk to the end of Ruth St and climb the billboard and watch the procession go by.  So, off WE went.  Bud and barb and ME.  Got up there.  Imagine everyone's surprise to see us sitting high on that billboard when they passed on Jefferson Ave on there way to the cemetery.  That was in 1949, I was two, and here it is 2008 and we are making our last journey together to Michigan Memorial.
I look over and see him lying in blue- His first car was blue, Mr. Blue he called it.  He loved that car.  How happy he is to be in Mr. Blue again.
Jerry and I and Bud and Helen would try to meet one Friday a month for dinner.  Because of his speech sometimes it was trying but somehow I could manage to make him laugh.  He loved a story about hims Mom.  Barb and I were visiting her once at Rivergate and we were in the basement visiting room.  We were having
tea.  She looked at us and said:  See the refrigerator:  Well, don't open it.  Buds in there!  And I don't want him to leave.  He loved it!!
You are at rest now Bud-At Peace.   We will all miss you and always love you.

Memory of Bud

Baby Benjamin is coming tomorrow night and spending the night.  Wonder how this lady will do.  First time in 28 years that I have watched over a little one all night.    Keep tuned....