Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Love Of A Grandma

How does one explain the love of a "grandma" when they can't begin to explain the love of a mother, nor of their children? All I know, they have a place in our hearts and lives unlike any other. Just the joy of seeing them makes us feel better, and brings a sigh of "Thank you Lord for this blessing". Try as we may, we find it hard to release them into the world never knowing what the future holds. The parents job is to guide and teach them so they will know how to make good choices. We trust we do that job, so they can be independent and will always be an upstanding example in a world in so much turmoil. Our prayers continue as long as we live for them.
grandma

Thursday, July 14, 2011

DEEP in summer weather

We all know how hot and rainy it has been, so we won't talk about that today. Misleading tittle!
What I wanted to talk about was an older brother with a birthday today. Since I'm not much younger, I remember  some of what that time period was like. We lived in a one room structure when I was born. No electricity, no "running water", except when it rained. No modern conveniences at all. You may think "How awful"! Uncomfortable maybe, but do you know people "get away on vacations" today to experience this kind of life? They do take things to make outdoor cooking easier and cellphones to communicate. No, they miss the whole experience of what everyday life was like for us. We weren't going to travel back to the air conditioned house with automatic washers and dryers and fancy cooking appliances, indoor plumbing and TV"s, what is that? by the way.  We made up our games, family time was at the end of the day when our parents actually took time to enjoy us, no matter how tired they were. "Happy Birthday" to my brother that is a real survivor in so many ways.
grandma

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Great weekend!

Why is it a great weekend?, you may ask. If for no other reason we celebrate our country's birthday, or does that get lost with all the hoopla about fireworks, good food and being with friends and family? Just wondering, how serious are we really about it.
I may be old or older or mature or even aged, as some might say, but in my young days we were a patriotic people. Children learned young to honor our flag and all it stood for. I am still so proud when I see it and remember the early days of my youth. The kind janitor at my little school would proudly raise the flag on the flagpole every morning and at evening would lower it. We felt proud of it displayed in our classroom and always said the pledge every morning. Our teachers taught us patriotic songs. We honored God and our country and so proud to do it. Am I the only one that notices the lack of the same loyalty displayed today? I wonder about these things, and just where we are going. My message would be  honor your father and mother, and also God and country.
Happy Birthday USA!
grandma

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Time is swiftly passing

We are officially already into summer. Grass is growing, and the weeds are surely doing just as well. We've had a lot of rain, hope all the people with gardens have beautifully growing vegetables.
Vacations are probably under way or are in plans for some folks. Family reunions and dinners and friends getting together, looking like a Norman Rockwell painting of happy folks. Some of us miss those days of happy and carefree summers. As we age a lot of things have been discontinued, some of the folks moved away, or more sadly, left us too soon. Cherish the happy memories, they are treasures time cannot destroy.
grandma

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Origins of Tattoos

I find the research on the subject interesting. Then I read of what a pastor referred to in the scriptures. Do I think I want to so decorate my body in this manner? No, after reading the scriptures. Leviticus 19:28, Genesis 1:26 and 1 Co 6: 19-20. In Rev. there are also references. It is a personal choice for our culture, so what are we trying to express, or do we even know? It's interesting when you see so many displaying them as if to say, "This is who I am". Really? I think it's more like a peer pressure thing and trying to find an identity for oneself. The memory keeps coming back at an accident scene when a lady opened her car door to exit. All of her leg was so tattooed was all that consumed ones attention in that report. Is this the attention we want to attract? Hmmmmmmmmmm. We make all kinds of choices in life. Hope all are well thought out.
grandma

Saturday, June 11, 2011

What is June 11th to me?

52 years ago today was my wedding day. One of the days that will be remembered only by those that hold it dear, like "forever in my heart". My mate passed 26 years ago this month and the folks that were witnesses at the ceremony have since passed also. Sometimes we feel as if we are the only ones "left standing". It has been said, and true "there are memories that time cannot destroy". I remember reading in some notes my grandmother had written many years after my grandfather passed, on a certain day, "today was my anniversary". Memories do last. May yours always bring you happiness!
grandma

Monday, June 6, 2011

Lives Ever Changing

As much as change is sometimes hard to deal with throughout our lifetimes, it is a constant. Just remembered to change my calenders to the right month, one wasn't even changed last month. Do things become less important as we age, or is it "don't sweat the small stuff" as some say.
 As we age many "downsize" and move to smaller living quarters. Leave behind the memories of children living in the same house where we call home over 50 years. The work to keep the house more updated as we have aged, and now what, it's too taxing to maintain alone. That is what I am trying to sort out now. Does it really matter where one lives? Probably not, when we realize how short life is when we have reached pretty near the end of what is a life span in years. I'm thinking "4 walls are 4 walls" no matter where I live. I have only 1 grandchild that would like to have me in the same town she lives in. Other than that, my siblings have their own to be concerned for. So, what to do? Most of all count my blessings and be thankful for all the mercy God continues to give me each day. It's back to "Pray about everything". A good time to ask for God to lead me.
grandma