Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday...

Looking for a keepsake that will warm the heart and draw a tear?
Look no further than Saturn 5 Studio on Etsy:



For Christmas, I ordered key chains for each of my daughters from this creative woman.  
From an emailed sample of my mother's message on a card to daughter #1, 
she was able to inscribe a perfect duplicate of my mother's handwriting:
As you can see, the results are beautiful!  
A lasting reminder of a grandmother's love, to carry and cherish.

The entire process was easy peasy - from contact, to viewing and approving the proof, to delivery.  Each key chain came in its own box with a polishing cloth and care instructions.

I highly recommend you check it out!

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Thursday's Thought for the Day....

Merry Christmas!
"If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things, and again with things;
if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every
moment of our lives with action, when will we have the time to
make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or
sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds? Or brood over the
coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us, there is a
desert to travel. A star to discover. And a being within ourselves to
bring to life."      ~Author Unknown

"...Perhaps the Christmas spirit is our souls' knowledge that things, no matter how beautiful, are only things; that we were created, not always to do, but sometimes simply to be. Perhaps the Christmas spirit is a loving reminder that we must make time for the long, slow journey across the desert; we must take time to discover our star; we must honor the time necessary to brood over the coming of the authentic women we were created by Love to become. It has been said many times that our lives are gifts from God---that what we do with them is our gift in return.Today is the perfect day to remember this."

~ Sarah Ban Breathnach
Simple Abundance
December 25th

Wishing you and yours a day filled with love,
 and the awareness to simply sit back and savor every moment!

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday....

        Eat!
I agree.
So I'm enjoying all the holiday goodies placed before me.
I've promised myself that healthier eating will commence on January the second.

Until then - Let us eat and be merry!!

Monday, December 22, 2014

A Monday Memory....

Apologies for the length of this post, but I wanted to share something that really touched me last week.

First, some background: Among the many items I purchased when I first joined the ranks of "Mothers" was a copy of Parent's Magazine.  One of my favorite columns was written by a woman named Elizabeth Berg.  Something about her words and wisdom struck a chord with me and I became a follower of her work.  She went on to write several books and novels over the years, many of which sit on my bookshelves. When I discovered she had a Facebook page, I quickly signed on.

Elizabeth (see, we are so close now that I call her by her first name!) shared a lovely story last week about her mother.  I found myself welling up, because her mother sounds so very much like my own, down to her age and her struggle with macular degeneration.  Like her, my mother too held a private dream of wanting to be a writer.  

Here is the post:
Elizabeth Berg
Author
https://www.facebook.com/bergbooks/posts/808521579239811

"Not long before my Dad died, he looked over at me with a kind of wonder in his eyes. "You got HER job," he said, referring to my mother.
My mother was and still is an avid reader. She also had aspirations of becoming a writer. She wrote for her school paper. After graduation from high school, she took a job at a radio station and it's possible she wrote for them. But then one day, at the back of a five and dime, next to a cage full of parakeets, she met a handsome, blue-eyed lieutenant who asked her if she might like to go out with him and that was that. All her writing talent went into writing notes for school absences, letters home to her family, and messages on Christmas cards.
Now she is 92 years old and her vision is failing. The stacks of books she used to keep on her bedside stand are gone. She uses a kindle with an extremely large font, and she listens to books on tape.
Last time I went to see her, she presented me with something she had, with great difficulty, written out on special paper with very wide lines. "I want to make sure you can read this," she said. "And then, maybe you can put it on Facebook. If it's good enough!"
I didn't have to read it to know I could put it on Facebook. I feel I have come to know the group of people who come to this page, and I know you will welcome her unedited words if only for thought and effort she put into writing them down.
And so, with no further ado:
FROM THE HEART by Marion Jeanne Loney Hoff
The Grinch did not steal Christmas. I did--you did--merchants in general (perhaps not entirely at fault) are the holiday thieves. Halloween goblins are still in evidence when the mad rush begins in the Christmas trees and decorations and Christmas cards. Christmas cards, which I loved to send and receive are being sent via Facebook, email, texting or punched out on a computer. No personal note or thought of the person receiving this card.
The Sears Christmas catalogue was an eagerly awaited piece of mail. Children of all ages--and some adults--turned each page. Initials appears on some pages. These were not gifts expected but rather something just suggestion to help you shop, they told me.
Christmas dinner seems to be much the same. Although for a bit of cash you can have it all cooked for you--and in some places for a bit more cash delivered right to your table.
You arrived at your place of worship early so you could sit in your favorite pew. Now in many places there are empty pews.
Now sit back in a quiet place. Maybe watching some Christmas lights or candles and from somewhere in your head comes this voice and you know the true reason for this season. The birth of the infant to a loving mother and father wrapped up snugly and placed in a stall in the stable.
Think again of all the cultures in this wide world. They too have their customs, their special holidays and traditions. May they all be kept with the joy, peace and respect they deserve. Then finally it may come: peace on earth. Good will to men."

How wise she is!  My absolute favorite lines are the ones I highlighted in red!!
And then Elizabeth came up with a brilliant idea!  At the end of the post, she asked that those of us who are her "friends" on Facebook send her mother a handwritten Christmas card.  Truth be told, I immediately went to my desk and wrote out a card.  In large handwriting, so she could read it a little easier, just the way I used to for my own mother, those last years of her life.

Since that post, Elizabeth has reported that her mother has received well over a hundred and forty cards (including mine and one from daughter #1 of her Basset Boys.)  As you can imagine, her mother is absolutely delighted!  Elizabeth is planning to arrange for a party for all the seniors in her mother's complex to gather and enjoy the cards with her.  Isn't that wonderful?

Maybe, just maybe, there are enough of us out there who believe as Marion does - that all of our traditions and special holidays MUST be preserved and passed on.  And we can do that by sending the cards, lighting the candles, telling the stories and encouraging our families and friends to do the same.



Friday, December 19, 2014

Friday Fotos....

Christmas then....
the next generation....






and Christmas now....


hmmm, I do believe I see a family resemblance!
(I recently told C I know where she gets her chin - me!)

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Thursday's Thought for the Day....


“It is not in doing what you like, but in liking what you do that is the secret of happiness.” 
     ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

From the first version I saw ...

to this evening's live performance:


Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thursday's Thought for the Day....

Wishing you and yours a day filled 
with peace, the love of family and friends,
and gratitude for our abundance of blessings!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Wednesday's Wisdom....

  Pope Francis offers wisdom in the form of  "Tips for a Happier Life"  based on his personal experience - which is where I believe some of our greatest wisdom comes from.

The following was posted on Facebook. 

"In a recent interview with the Argentine publication Viva, Pope Francis issued a list of 10 tips to be a happier person, based on his own life experiences.

The Pope encouraged people to be more positive and generous, to turn off the TV and find healthier forms of leisure, and even to stop trying to convert people to one’s own religion.

But his number one piece of advice came in the form of a somewhat cliche Italian phrase that means, “move forward and let others do the same.” It’s basically the Italian equivalent of, “live and let live.” You can check out the full list below.
The Pope gives a thumbs up to an audience in St. Peter’s Square at the Vatican. (Photo: CSV)
The Pope’s 10 Tips for a Happier Life
1. “Live and let live.” Everyone should be guided by this principle, he said, which has a similar expression in Rome with the saying, “Move forward and let others do the same.”
2. “Be giving of yourself to others.” People need to be open and generous toward others, he said, because “if you withdraw into yourself, you run the risk of becoming egocentric. And stagnant water becomes putrid.”
3. “Proceed calmly” in life. The pope, who used to teach high school literature, used an image from an Argentine novel by Ricardo Guiraldes, in which the protagonist — gaucho Don Segundo Sombra — looks back on how he lived his life.
4. A healthy sense of leisure. The Pope said “consumerism has brought us anxiety”, and told parents to set aside time to play with their children and turn of the TV when they sit down to eat.
5. Sundays should be holidays. Workers should have Sundays off because “Sunday is for family,” he said.
6. Find innovative ways to create dignified jobs for young people. “We need to be creative with young people. If they have no opportunities they will get into drugs” and be more vulnerable to suicide, he said.
7. Respect and take care of nature. Environmental degradation “is one of the biggest challenges we have,” he said. “I think a question that we’re not asking ourselves is: ‘Isn’t humanity committing suicide with this indiscriminate and tyrannical use of nature?’”
8. Stop being negative. “Needing to talk badly about others indicates low self-esteem. That means, ‘I feel so low that instead of picking myself up I have to cut others down,’” the Pope said. “Letting go of negative things quickly is healthy.”
9. Don’t proselytise; respect others’ beliefs. “We can inspire others through witness so that one grows together in communicating. But the worst thing of all is religious proselytism, which paralyses: ‘I am talking with you in order to persuade you,’ No. Each person dialogues, starting with his and her own identity. The church grows by attraction, not proselytising,” the Pope said.
10. Work for peace. “We are living in a time of many wars,” he said, and “the call for peace must be shouted. Peace sometimes gives the impression of being quiet, but it is never quiet, peace is always proactive” and dynamic."
Courtesy of the Catholic News Service.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday....

My Top 5 Tips for Christmas/Hanukkah Preparations

1. Keep a list.
Write down the gifts purchased in a notebook, under the recipient's name.
I've been writing in the same book since 1999.
I also noted teacher gifts and tips given out during the holiday season.

2. Wrap as you go along.
Try to set aside time and wrap a few gifts as you go.
Make note in your notebook where you have hidden them.
Trust me, you won't always remember where they are!

3.  Use an ironing board for a wrapping station.
I have found my ironing board to be the perfect height so as to eliminate back strain.
It also provides a solid surface on which to work.
I keep tape, scissors, ribbon, wrapping paper and tags next to it.

4. Shop early - preferably online - for discounts, while supplies are plenty.
Learned this lesson when we tried to buy birthday gifts for daughter #1's first birthday, which fell in January.  The toy shelves were practically bare.
I kid you not.

5.  Buy yourself a gift.
A wise woman gave me this advice over thirty years ago.
Be sure to get a little something for you- whether it be a bottle of sparkly nail polish, a new sweater or a glossy magazine.
While you're busy doing for others, it's important to also do something for yourself.
Why?  As the ad used to say, "Because I'm worth it!"  


Monday, November 24, 2014

A Monday Memory....

Slow news day?

For the past two days I have received emails and Facebook notices that at there is a "Winter Storm Watch" for Wednesday and Thursday of this week, which could impact Thanksgiving Day travel.

What? First of all - it's not officially "Winter"  
Secondly, "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice..." You know the rest.

I've decided I'm not going to play this game - this, "Will it snow, won't it snow" game.
Been there, done that.

Way back in the early '70's, when my sister and I were in high school, the weatherman made similar dire predictions one Sunday afternoon.  According to him, there was going to be a HUGE snowstorm, dumping at least six inches, reeking havoc and closing schools.   We jumped for joy (literally) and ceased any efforts on getting our homework done.  Why continue - hadn't the trusty weatherman offered us a one day reprieve?  Staying up past our regular bedtime, we finally drifted off to sleep, confident that the morning would offer a leisurely rising, thanks to the snowstorm.

Imagine our surprise - and horror - when my Dad shouted for us to get up and get ready for school.  "Away to my window, I flew in a flash..." as the story goes.  Pushing the curtains aside I gazed out and saw.....nothing.  

No drifts of snow.  No tree branches bending under the weight of the packed white mass.  
Not one single flake had fallen.

In addition to finding I did not in fact have a day off, was the realization that there was still the matter of my unfinished homework.  I quickly thanked God for the 45 minute morning bus ride I had, which would give me the chance to get most of it done.

So no, I'm not getting myself all twisted up about the possibility of falling snow this week.   Weather reports are as frequently wrong today as they were back then.  For instance, this morning, the rain was merely misty, not pouring down and the wind was minimal, not the 50 mph gusts they predicted.  

Bottom line? There is absolutely nothing I can do about the weather.  
If there were, the sun would shine all this week.  (Fingers crossed!)

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Thursday's Thought for the Day....

A Bit of Joy

Days run into nights, nights into days;
we adapt, we adjust,
to ever-changing challenges.

A stranger once said to me,
"I pray you may find a moment of joy
in each day."  That loving bit of wisdom 
has inspired me to search for that gleam
of unexpected joy which lifts me up again.

Faith sustains...
Family stays close...
Friends uphold...
Music soothes...
Books can bring respite...
For all that, I am grateful.
Each may bring that moment of joy in what may be
an otherwise intense day.

~ Betty Ann Leavitt

from gratitude prayers  Prayers, Poems, and Prose for Everyday Thankfulness by June Cotner

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday....


So, you've earned enough "points" for a free turkey from your local supermarket.
  Problem is, you are not the chef this Thanksgiving and will be guest, rather than host.  
What to do?

Stop by the courtesy counter of your supermarket and ask to donate that free turkey to the local food pantry.  The nice person behind the desk will ask to scan your store card and write your signature in a notebook, under the names of several other donors.

You'll feel great because you're helping someone.  
That someone will feel great because their stomach will be full!

Easy Peasy.

Monday, November 17, 2014

A Monday Memory....

Comfort Food
Ever have that experience, when you bite into an old familiar food item, and it's as if you've been transported back in time to your childhood?

While munching on Ritz Crackers, which accompanied my soup today, I found myself back in the 1960's. A "sick day" home from school found me tucked up in bed, two pillows stacked behind my head and shoulders.  Watching Father Knows Best on the portable black and white television my mother would have wheeled in on its cart from the kitchen.
Lunchtime would arrive and my mother would carry in that familiar silver tray 
 settle it carefully on my lap, then kiss my forehead.
Before me, as always, was a steaming bowl of Lipton Chicken Noodle Soup, 
with a stack of Ritz Crackers beside it.  There was a lot of love on that tray too!
When my own little girls would be home sick, it was dry Cheerios and stirred up ginger ale (to remove the bubbles), followed later by Lipton Noodle Soup - hold the chicken, Mom!

Growing up, I had felt that the routine of being served the same comforting foods each time I fell ill helped the healing process for me.  Now, whether or not that was actually true really doesn't matter. What mattered was that I believed it.  I hope my girls did too.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Thursday's Thought for the Day....

"To achieve order within, begin with outward order."
~ Sarah Ban Breathnach - Simple Abundance - October 10th entry

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Wednesday's Wisdom....

NO.  I will NOT be shopping on Thanksgiving.

While working as a restaurant hostess at The Proud Popover, my first post-college job, a lady stopped me as I hurried by her table and inquired, "Will you be open for Thanksgiving?"

"Oh,  no." I quickly replied with a smile.

Clearly disappointed at this news she continued, "But why? It would be so nice for families to come here."  

Without missing a beat I replied, "Because we have families too!"

And with a very surprised look on her face she could only mumble a quiet, "Oh."

Perhaps, just as young school children imagine that their teachers eat, sleep and basically live in their school, the restaurant customer falsely believed that the staff spent their existence in the back rooms of the restaurant.  The thought that we too would have a family, and like to spend the holiday with them, seemed not to have dawned on her.

I admit that I am both saddened and very annoyed that there will be stores and malls opening for shopping on Thanksgiving Day. It's a HOLIDAY.  It is a day set aside for family, feasting and gratitude.  I think we started to lose sight of the importance of holidays and celebrations when we started changing the dates to turn them into three day weekends years ago.  Is Thanksgiving going to turn into a four day weekend - simply set aside for the express purpose of shopping?

Several people "comment" on articles about this recent twist to this holiday, pointing out how awful it is that the retail workers won't be able to be with their families.  Yes, that is true.  But while they are professing sympathy for them, could we also give a thought to the all police, fire fighters, first responders, hospital workers, nursing home workers, home health aides, restaurant staff and kennel workers - who work on Thanksgiving and all the other holidays, very often without any extra pay?

So I will not be shopping on Thanksgiving.  I will, however, probably be sitting in the extra traffic it will create as I drive home from our family gathering that night.  Sigh....






Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday....


Looking for ways to support our troops, beyond slapping a yellow ribbon magnet on the back of your car?  I highly recommend the following organizations:







1. http://www.operationgratitude.com/










2. http://www.garysinisefoundation.org/












3.  http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/









4. http://www.uso.org/

The USO has a blog post with specific things you can do, TODAY, on Veterans Day, to honor and support our Veterans.  Check it out!
http://blog.uso.org/2014/11/11/11-ways-to-give-back-this-veterans-day/

Teachers: I know from personal experience, that the troops LOVE to receive cards, letters and drawings from school children.  Please consider having your students take a few moments to write to them.  If you don't know of a particular member of the Armed Forces, simply have them address it "Dear Hero."  (Check out Operation Gratitude for mailing information.) It will warm their hearts and brighten their days - both the writer and the recipient - I promise you!

Everyone can do something - whether it is a financial donation, knitting or crocheting scarves, or simply saying a prayer.  




Monday, November 10, 2014

A Monday Memory....

"Look it up."

Coming across a word I'd not seen before while reading this morning, a voice inside my head immediately instructed me to "go look it up."  And where does that voice come from ?  My Dad.

Growing up, whenever one of his three children would come to him and ask, "Dad, what does this mean?"  or "Do you know about this?" his response was always the same.  "Go and look it up."

Our eyes would roll, we would sigh, but then we would do as instructed.  Seeing as my Dad treasured books, and having worked for the Book of the Month Club for forty-eight years, there was never a shortage of bound copies in which to search for answers.  From the Britannica Encyclopedia (which I found most difficult to read and understand) to individual books on every state in the Union to the Merck Manual, we had under our roof the means to find pretty much any information needed.  While classmates might have to travel to their local library, I need go no further than the living room, my parent's bedroom or the basement.

The realization of what a gift that was did not dawn on me until I was much older.  My Dad taught me the value of searching for answers and gathering information.  So yes, I quickly sat down at my computer and googled the word "propitious" this morning.  Which, I discovered, means: "giving or indicating a good chance of success; favorable." Liking both the sound and definition of the word, I plan on using it in the future.

I wish my Dad had lived long enough to have experienced computers and the Internet.  I suspect he would have spent his entire day sitting before one, gathering more knowledge.  But I also suspect, knowing his reverence for books, he would still have kept a thesaurus, dictionary and all his other hard bound books close at hand.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Friday Fotos....

Twenty three crocheted scarves - packed up and mailed off to Operation Gratitude....check!

Wanted to get these posted early so they can be included in holiday packages sent to our Troops.


These beautiful "faces" are still delighting us!
The wee ones enjoying our sandbox on a recent visit. 

Looking forward to snuggles with these precious girls today!

Wishing you a warm and peaceful weekend!









Thursday, November 6, 2014

Thursday's Thought for the Day....

  courtesy of: quoteessays.com

David Sarnoff, was born in Belarus in 1891 and emmigrated with his family to America in 1900. He was a businessman and pioneer of American radio and television. Throughout most of his career, he led the Radio Corporation of America (RCA) in various capacities 
from shortly after its founding in 1919 until his retirement in 1970.  
David and his wife Lizette were married 54 years! 

(And, as it happens, we share the same birthday.)

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Wednesday's Wisdom...

Having my say....

Small "victories," if you will, can bring me great satisfaction.  Those that come as the result of picking up the phone, writing or deleting an email, clicking "unfollow" for someone on Twitter or boycotting a store.  

In the grand scheme of things, maybe my actions don't count for much.  But they give me the feeling that I can have my say, as well as some control over what I support financially and put up with.

For instance, I vehemently oppose supporting in any fashion (no pun intended) those Kardashian people.  So, no, I won't be shopping at Babies R Us ever again, who insist on selling what I feel are inappropriate clothes for infants, supposedly designed by those people.  

Will Babies R Us miss me?  Doubtful. But I feel better knowing I will not contribute one penny to support something I feel strongly about.

What a blessing it is to have personal freedoms and choices!!



Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday....

Get out there and VOTE!



My mother frequently said this.
Boy, was she right.

I'm voting today.
Are you?

Tip for a Tuesday....

Get out there and VOTE!



My mother frequently said this.
Boy, was she right.

I'm voting today.
Are you?

Tip for a Tuesday....

Get out there and VOTE!



My mother frequently said this.
Boy, was she right.

I'm voting today.
Are you?

Tip for a Tuesday....

Get out there and VOTE!



My mother frequently said this.
Boy, was she right.

I'm voting today.
Are you?

Monday, November 3, 2014

A Monday Memory....

Though she doesn't realize it, my oldest granddaughter gave me an unexpected gift yesterday.
Thanks to modern technology, the Englishman and I have a video chat with our granddaughters and their mother on Sundays.  When she said goodbye at the end of our call, M told me that she was going to finish watching the program that was on the tv, then watch caillou.


The gift in that?
First, some background....
When M was about two and we still lived just a few streets away, the Englishman suggested we set up a regular weekly visit with M on Sundays.  I would walk down and collect her, then we would take our time strolling back to Grandmom's house. Hand in hand, M would chatter away, while I would point out various flowers, birds, and other objects of interest.
Upon arriving at our destination, basset hounds barking furiously in greeting us, Grandad would scoop M up and carry her into the kitchen.  Once quiet reigned again, she would ask to "get down" in order to seek out her favorite points of interest.
There was the dollhouse and the train set, located in the basement.  The stuffed toys and books in the living room.  Games on Grandmom's computer in her office.  M's favorite place of all, however, was the kitchen.

Sitting at the table together, we would create crafts for the holidays, color, or use play dough to make interesting figurines.  Sometimes we would bake or simply lean over the kitchen sink window inn order to catch a glimpse of the birds at the feeder.

Then lunch would be served.  According to M, Grandad makes the best grilled cheese sandwich in the world!  While dining, she would request the tv be turned on in order to watch cartoons.  I would happily oblige, but on the condition we watch caillou.  M was a little skeptical the first few times we watched the program, but soon it became our ritual. 

Which brings me to yesterday.  When M announced she would be watching our favorite cartoon, it warmed my heart to know that she remembers.

She remembers our visits, our routine, our sharing.  
For me, that is the treasured gift - that she remembers.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Friday Fotos....

Trick or Treat ....  smell my feet, give me something good to eat!


A Friday "flashback" for the wee ones to enjoy.  Grandmom, waaay back in the '70's - dressed first as Raggedy Andy, then Raggedy Ann. (Oh yes, that is the bulk of my Proud Popover restaurant uniform, in photo 2, from my first post-college job.)



And my lovely daughters, several years ago.


Happy Halloween!
Wishing everyone a safe and happy holiday - stay warm!!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Wednesday's Wisdom....

Make It Right
Despite having lived many decades on this earth, I am still surprised at the way people behave. Case in point:

Back in June, I received a text photo from my sister of my parents' cemetery headstone, which was now "completed."  Upon looking closely at the photo, it was immediately apparent that the new information added, my mother's, was not spaced properly and was crooked.  I asked my sister if it could be fixed, but she said she didn't know.

I gathered the information about the work - name of the monument company, order information, etc.  I then sent the photo of the stone to the owner and followed up with a phone call.  He agreed, based on the photo, it didn't look quite right.  He said he would speak with the man who did the work and call me back.

During our next conversation, he admitted (much to my surprise) that the man who did the work told him, "When he discovered that he didn't have the right font tool to do the work, he couldn't be bothered to go all the way back to the shop to get the correct one.  So he just did it free-hand."

COULDN'T BE BOTHERED?

The conversation continued.  He admitted it looked awful and promised they would "fix it." He assured me that the worker in question was "the best in the business" - to which I replied, "If that were true, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

There were several attempts on my part over the next few days of confirming our discussions by email, but over the phone the owner kept claiming he wasn't receiving my emails.  And I was not getting any from him.

At the suggestion of the Englishman, I then wrote him a letter, outlining what I believed to be the gist of our phone conversations and what the owner claimed he would do to rectify the situation.  There was no anger in the letter, no threats.  I just stated the facts as I saw them. Thankfully, the Englishman further suggested I send it certified, return receipt. 

That got his attention.

I immediately received both an email and phone call from him.  He said that based on further discussion with the man who had done the shoddy work, they probably couldn't fix the stone and would instead replace it with a new one.

Four months later.......after numerous phone calls, emails, approval of a new template and a trip to view the new stone before inscription, it is done and installed.

Besides the Englishman, I did have another gentleman in my corner.  Again, at the Englishman's suggestion, I stopped in the office of the cemetery when I went in person to see the ruined stone.  The man in charge, Mr. R, could not have been nicer!  He agreed with my assessment of the awful work, sympathized with my situation and gave me information about alternative companies should I need to go down that route.  He and I have kept in touch by email, which enabled me to have reliable information about what was actually happening at the cemetery. I am very grateful to him for all his efforts on my behalf. Mr. R gave me a "faith in humanity restored" moment, as my daughters would say.

Sadly, I have learned that many people have had similar difficulties with monument companies. However, like me, they have found that all their hard work to "make it right" is well worth it. Ensuring that my parents had a fitting monument felt like the last loving act I could do for both of them.





Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A Monday Memory.....on Tuesday

So, I meant to get this particular story written and posted yesterday, but the day got away from me and it didn't happen.  It has been spinning inside my head since then, so I think it best to write it down in order to find some quiet inside there.  Settle in, this will be a bit longer than usual.  Apologies.

Did anyone see the CBS News Sunday Morning program, 10/26, which had a piece about the new film coming out, The Imitation Game ?


The film portrays the British mathematician and computer scientist Alan Turing, a key figure in cracking Nazi Germany's Enigma code in a secret location at Bletchley Park, located north of London.  It stars Benedict Cumberbatch, who from the short clip I saw should most certainly win an Oscar for his portrayal.  I am a huge fan of his, though not to the degree as to which I could be classified as one of the  "Cumberpeople" - a lose description Benedict mentioned on the Graham Norton Show when asked about one of the many monikers of his fan base. But I digress.

Now, what does this film have to do with a memory of mine, you may ask.  All will be revealed....

The Englishman and I had a wonderful time together during our wedding reception, many years ago now.  Family and friends, some from as far away as England and Germany, joined in celebrating with us.  While standing with my groom during a lull in our dancing, I noticed my new father-in-law hastening towards us, the color quickly draining from his face.  He fervently inquired, "Do you know who that man is over there," pointing across the room, "and how he would know what my job is?" Seeing he was in distress, I put aside the directive given to my siblings and I growing up about the need for secrecy and announced, "Oh, that's my uncle.  He works for the FBI."  Relief flooded my father-in-law's face at the news.

You see, at that time, my father-in-law was working for the British Government in the afore mentioned, Bletchley Park.  His service at that location commenced after World War II, so he was not there during Alan Turing's tenure.  But since his work and the location of it was supposed to be a secret, I can well understand why he became so upset at my uncle's knowledge of his occupation.

For his part, I suppose my uncle simply wanted to be sure that his niece was making the right decision in her choice of husband, especially since I'd only known my new spouse a few months. Upon discovering he had done a "background check" on the Englishman, I will admit I breathed an added sigh of relief. For I must have chosen well, since my uncle made no attempt to put a stop to our nuptials ahead of time.

It probably would have been more helpful though, if he had mentioned his endeavours on my behalf before the big day, so as to spare my father-in-law a most dramatic testing of his heart!

Tip for a Tuesday....

It's here!
For those of you who, like me, have been devoted fans of all of the writings of Irish author Maeve Binchy, her latest book has just been released today.

For those of you who are not familiar with her works, I highly recommend you quickly become acquainted!!
Barnes and Noble website writes:

"Overview

Five decades of selected writings from the Irish Times by the beloved and best-selling author, filled with her hallmark humor, candor, and wisdom-a timeless gift to her legion of fans.
Maeve Binchy once confessed: "As someone who fell off a chair not long ago trying to hear what they were saying at the next table in a restaurant, I suppose I am obsessively interested in what some might consider the trivia of other people's lives." She was an accidental journalist, yet from the beginning, her writings reflected the warmth, wit, and keen human interest that readers would come to love in her fiction. From the royal wedding to boring airplane companions, Samuel Beckett to Margaret Thatcher, "senior moments" to life as a waitress, Maeve's Times gives us wonderful insight into a changing Ireland as it celebrates the work of one of our best-loved writers in all its diversity-revealing her characteristic directness, laugh-out-loud humor, and unswerving gaze into the true heart of a matter."
Can't wait to sit down with my NOOK and a cup of tea this afternoon and soak up every word!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Tip for a Tuesday....

"Post It"
Use post it note tabs to mark passages while you read.  

Beginning back in my high school days, I was instructed to "highlight" passages in textbooks that were worth noting, using a special yellow highlighter.  I continued the practice in college, then carried it over to books I read post-schooling.  Which is fine, except......


it left my books looking abused - as you can see in the photo.
My father, who truly valued all books, would shudder to see what crimes I've committed on these precious tomes - calling it sacrilige!

These days, I've switched over to tiny post it note tabs.


My assortment includes "monthly" ones from Susan Branch.
I keep some on my desk and on my nightstand.  Handy for marking a passage or quote.
Easy Peasy.

I suspect my father would be both relieved and pleased with my new practice.