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Memories – My Mom

Betty Hamblin Wheaton

My mom loved baby people and baby animals.

When I was about 5 living in Tulsa, OK, we had two rabbits: Peter Rabbit and Welsh Rabbit (Rarebit!). We got them when they were very small and we all loved them. We all had chores related to them, as they had the run of the house. When they got to be full-sized rabbits, my mom ‘disappeared’ them one day. We never found out the details.

She had 3 chihuahuas at once a couple of times. She had a chair in the living room that was her center of activity. She would work the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle, with her coffee on the table beside her and the three dogs in the chair with her. She would hold up one of the cute doggies, similar to the photo above, and ‘talk’ for them in a high baby-talk voice in conversation with you. There was no way out. You HAD to respond to what the ‘dog’ was saying. 😜

She loved ALL baby animals. My dad brought home a monkey in a cage from the pet store. My mom gushed about how ‘cute’ he was – until he figured out how to get out of the cage, ran into the kitchen, grabbed the head of lettuce soaking in the sink and proceeded to carry the dripping head all around the house, up the draperies, etc., with my dad running after it with a towel, trying to catch it. He finally did, and I can remember with great detail how it looked with the monkey’s teeth coming through the towel, trying to bite my dad. The monkey went back to the pet shop.🐒

When my mom saw a baby elephant on TV on ‘The Wild Kingdom,’ she gushed, “Oh! Isn’t that CUTE!!!!!” then looked at my dad and firmly said, “Jim, I DON’T WANT ONE!”

My mother was very intelligent. She wanted to go to college to become a lawyer. Her dad refused to pay for college, thinking it was a waste of money. She finally convinced him to pay for college at a 2-year community college, Cottey College, in Nevada, MO – but he was firm he would only pay for one year. She finished that year one credit short (a gym class) from fully graduating from the two-year college. I asked her why she didn’t go back to college later. She basically told me that she gave up that idea years ago and wouldn’t revisit it.

She was a very adaptable woman. She married and had my brother and me in Chicago, IL. They moved to Levittown NY and bought a house. When my dad got an opportunity to go into advertising, we moved to Tulsa, OK where my parents had a house built on 1-1/4 acres of land in a neighborhood unique to Tulsa. My mom was used to big cities, theatre, shopping in huge department stores, etc. (though it was during the depression, rationing, etc.) and felt she had been dropped onto a different planet in Tulsa, where you needed a car to do anything, there were no deliveries, no delicatessens, barely an outdoor drive-in movie theatre. When my dad started a one-man advertising agency in our home, she became his secretary, handling all of the business requirements, answering the phone, typing the commercials my dad wrote, and more – all while raising my brother and me.

She became active in the community. She was a good organizer and a great speaker. She could get up in front of a group and say what she thought with style, impressing all who heard her. Sometimes, if someone in the group challenged her ideas, she would respond, her words and phrases getting longer as her irritation grew. Sometimes she would tell the person off in such an elegant way that they had to go home and look up the words to figure out she had insulted them!

When I married, we moved to Arkansas. My husband suddenly needed a job and took one in Tulsa, living with his parents. When Brian needed a different school environment, he went to live with Harvey and his grandparents. Harvey was working in Tulsa. I was working in Arkansas. We were straining everything to pay for Brian’s tuition at the school there and stay afloat.

All of a sudden Harvey’s dad decided that he didn’t want Harvey and Brian to live there anymore. Harvey found an apartment, but I had to sell some stuff in order to help pay the rent. I talked to Harvey’s parents, telling them they had really thrown a wrench in our finances because we were counting on being able to live at their house, and in fact had made sure it was all right before we signed the contract for the tuition. My plea didn’t help.

My mom called to visit. I didn’t say anything, but she knew something was wrong. She insisted I tell her. When I did, she said, “Let me get back to you.” Ten minutes later we were on the phone again. She said, “I have just arranged to pay the year’s tuition at the school.” She had saved us financially. Words can’t express the relief I felt. I called Harvey and he called my mom in tears, thanking her for saving us.

My mother was a seamstress who made a lot of her clothes, seeing something she liked advertised, then buying material and a similar pattern, and making the dress so well that people thought she shopped in the really expensive stores in Tulsa. She made a lot of my clothes, as well.

The really amazing thing was that she altered every single shirt my dad wore their whole married life. (My dad fell off a horse when he was 3 and broke his arm and hand so badly that he left arm didn’t heal correctly. His left arm was much shorter than his right, and his left hand was essentially useless.) My mother would take out the left sleeve of every shirt they bought, cut it off at the top and insert it into the modified hole for the sleeve so well that people were unaware of what she had done or the need for it. She also knitted sweaters for my dad, carefully making the left arm shorter than the right so that it fit him perfectly. 🪡

I’m in awe of my mother’s abilities in so many things. She was a very exacting mother, and I fell short of her expectations many times, but she came through for my family when we desperately needed it and loved me in her way.

I have many memories of her, look up to her, loved her. I carry her in my head and my heart, so I am never alone. ❤️

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Memories

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“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

This was my father, Jim Wheaton.

My brother and I were raised by two ‘only children.’ My dad was embarrassed to show emotion, having learned early that he needed to protect himself from people getting too close and possibly hurting him. (He fell off a horse when he was 3, permanently damaging his left arm, making it almost useless, and the cause of relentless cruel taunting from other kids.) He defended himself by developing an incredible sense of humor.

He learned to look at a situation as if he were watching a movie. He made himself see the humor in the situation, learned not to take himself too seriously. He learned to make the other children laugh. They learned to look past his disability and accept him because he was so much fun to be around.

He passed this sense of humor and attitude on to us. I learned to appreciate the stories he would tell, the jokes, the puns, the sarcasm he used regularly, the snide comments. Humor became a survival skill that I have used throughout my life. If I can see the humor in the situation, I can deal with it.

He ran a one-man advertising agency in Tulsa, Oklahoma, where I grew up. He used his humor in his work, creating ads that made people not only remember and try products of his clients, but earned him a following as an entertaining guy – a celebrity of sorts – on the radio. He billed himself as the “second worst radio voice” (the first being a florist who just read her own words in a scratchy voice as an ad.) He won numerous awards from the local advertising organization, winning an Addy Award for lifetime achievement in advertising.

When I was making a final presentation in my class for a Master’s Degree as a Reading Specialist, my theme was skills to build intelligent judgment of advertising claims. I asked my dad to be my featured speaker. I finished my talk presenting my dad, as Jim Wheaton, Advertising man, and the room went nuts, wanting to hear the man behind the ads. He finished his presentation by saying something about the joy of being asked to speak, and “how proud he was of his daughter, Linda Lewis.” The place erupted. They had no idea we were related. I couldn’t speak. This was the first time he had ever said he was proud of me. I knew he LOVED me, but this was a moment that still makes me tear up as I type.

When my dad died, he wrote on a napkin, “Remember me laughing.” It was a long time before I could, but I do. Even though I’m living by myself now in Thailand, a country strange and fascinating to me, I am not alone. I can FEEL him looking down at me, particularly when I’m sticking my neck out – feeling uncomfortable – reminding me he’s proud.

I remember him. I honor him. I brought him here with me in my mind and in my heart. I’ll never feel alone.

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Addition to my Statement Shelf

The glass print of my owls jigsaw puzzle finally arrived yesterday.

This glass print of the personality painting my dad did of me when I was about 6 is still in the center – the place of honor – on my shelf. Our son had it made for me after we moved to Thailand when he saw how sad I was to leave it in Arkansas. He brought it to me soon after I moved into my place here as a housewarming present. It’s made me feel my parents are here, too. Isn’t he wonderful?

This print of a painting by a good friend is on the other side of my dad’s painting. I’m delighted to be able to display his work. He has sent us a print at Christmas for some 20 years. We had to leave those, too, so it was a delight to get a letter – with a card print – from him here recently!

My plan is to only have really meaningful things on this shelf. I particularly love the idea of preserving jigsaw puzzles when I finish them, since I give the actual puzzles away when I take them apart again. It’s kind of a “statement shelf.”

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Amazing Elephant Sculpture

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I’ve always been fascinated by elephants. My mom loved them, too. She particularly liked BABY elephants. She would express her fantasies of having some baby animals from time to time, although she only actually had chihuahuas, three of them at a time, who all sat in her chair with her.

She saw a cute monkey one day, and in the next week, my dad had gone to a pet store and brought one home for her! The monkey got out of his cage and went on a rampage around our house. He jumped into the sink, grabbed a head of lettuce my mom was soaking, running all over the house, up and down the draperies, with the streaming veggie. My dad finally caught him using a towel. I still remember seeing the monkey’s teeth biting through that towel. The monkey went back to the pet shop for re-adoption.

So, one day when my mom started ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ over a baby elephant, she looked at my dad and said, “BUT I DON’T WANT ONE!”

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Did I Tell You I Love Rabbits?

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“Hop into my heart, Little Bunny.” ~ unknown

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“Life is better with a bunny by your side.”

When I was growing up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, we had two pet rabbits. One was named, “Peter (Rabbit),” and the other “Welsh (Rabbit)” (a play on Welsh Rarebit.) We lived in a ranch style home with cork tiles as our floor covering, so that was perfect for kids chasing rabbits and dogs, always a part of our family. I have such fond memories of snuggling with these two large rabbits. I absolutely loved the way their noses twitched.

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School Food

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A lot of folks are quite critical of institutional food. I’ve been lucky because I really loved school lunches as I grew up.

I had two “favorite” lunches.

The Dinner Bite

One was fish sticks, corn, mashed potatoes with white gravy and a roll. I have never seen them since. The ones I ate at school were neat rectangles, about half an inch or thicker, and about 4 inches long. They were lightly fried (of course they were fried) and absolutely delicious. I loved the gravy (I would have eaten shoe leather happily with that gravy on it) and the roll with butter. YUM!

The second one was bean chowder and a cinnamon roll. I remember living for Fridays when we might have this. I researched this and actually FOUND recipes for the Tulsa Public Schools bean chowder and cinnamon rolls! If I didn’t need to be eating low carb, I would jump on these. :0)

Did you eat school lunches when you were growing up? Did you have favorites?

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Remember 9-11-2001

“The September 11 attacks, commonly known as 9/11, were four coordinated Islamist terrorist suicide attacks carried out by al-Qaeda against the United States in 2001. On that morning, 19 terrorists hijacked four commercial airliners scheduled to travel from the East Coast to California.” Wikipedia

Date: September 11, 2001 at 7:14 AM CDT

Number of deaths: 2,996

Location: World Trade Center, The Pentagon, Shanksville

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Rainy Wednesday 7-17-2024

My mother – Betty Wheaton

It’s my mom’s birthday today. My main memories are of her sitting in her chair in the living room, one small dog sitting in the chair on each side of her, and a big board propped up so that she could work on the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle, plus the Cryptoquote in the paper. She usually finished both.

Her dad didn’t think she should go to college, but allowed her one year at the community college in Nevada, Missouri. She graduated one credit short (physical education) of a degree from the two-year college program in that one year she was allowed. Most people thought she was highly educated, due to her vocabulary (a product of reading voraciously and the crossword puzzles :0) ). It was funny that I could tell how angry she was by the words she used – in that they got longer and longer the angrier she got. She could stand on her feet and cut you off at the knees verbally. She did this at city meetings in Tulsa OK, when she was upset.

She had a delightfully silly side, ‘speaking’ for various dogs in a high, delicate, babyish voice, insisting that you react to what ‘the dog said.’ Thankfully, you only had to react – she didn’t require that YOU speak in a high voice to the dog…

I’ll never forget her bailing us out financially when our son was going to a private school in Tulsa which had a big tuition. My husband was working in Tulsa that year so that our son could attend the school. He and our son were living with my in-laws.

After we signed the contract at the school, my father-in-law decided he didn’t want them to live there and insisted they leave. My husband found an apartment, but we couldn’t afford to pay for both the apartment there, our home here, AND the tuition, even with both of us working full time.

My mom called and I tried to just talk to her as if nothing was wrong. It didn’t work. I told her what the problem was, and that we were trying to figure out what we could do. My mom said, “Stop worrying. I will pay the tuition for the school.” I hadn’t cried when telling her about it, but I cried buckets when she said that. My husband did, too, when I told him. He had been feeling like a failure, trying to be strong for our son while we tried to figure things out.

She’s been gone a long time now, but I FEEL her sometimes, usually when I’m sticking my neck out, trying something completely new that scares me. She encourages me to try to be the best person I can be. Quite a woman. I miss her so much.

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Favorite Things – Evolution of My Turkey Sandwich

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When my mom fixed Thanksgiving dinner every year, I always wanted the drumstick. I don’t remember her cooking turkey any other time, but she did a great job making it a dinner to remember. She liked cooking alone, so my help consisted of setting the table and helping with clean up. My favorite part of the Thanksgiving celebrations each year were the turkey sandwiches in the days afterwards.

Now my favorite turkey sandwiches are a part of my low carb lifestyle, being modified to ditch the bread for me and substituting Mission Net Carb Zero Tortillas. They’re harder to eat, but delicious just the same.

And now, since I discovered that the deli turkey I had been enjoying for LUNCH for some time now was super high in Sodium (1018 mgs when a healthy amount is 1500-2300 PER DAY) I am now cooking my own turkey breast (carbs=0, sodium=47 mg).

Since one of my husband’s favorite things is turkey sandwiches, I can now use my tortillas and enjoy the sandwiches with him, free of guilt with a huge smile on my face – which we’ll do tonight! :0)

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Thomson Wall

Hal and MaryEllen Thomson and my parents (Jim and Betty Wheaton) were friends when I was growing up. They were so close we felt they were members of our family. Both Hal and MaryEllen were artists. Hal liked to draw and paint. MaryEllen made bronze sculpture and also painted.

Hal commemorated many ‘events’ in my family’s life through his drawings. My parents liked them so much that they devoted an entire wall in the dining area (an open area connected to the living room) to Hal’s artwork.

The drawing above commemorated my mom’s selling of her first house as a new real estate agent.

My dad made his living through radio advertising in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He billed himself as the ‘second worst radio voice in Tulsa,’ (the first being a florist in Tulsa whose gravel-ly-voiced ads were just 30 seconds of her telling what the week’s special was.) He was in a men’s business club called “The Cosmopolitan Club” which did good things for the community. This artwork was when my dad was named, “Cosmo of the Year.”

This was a jab about ‘fish stories.’ My dad and his friends were famous for not being the camping/fishing/outdoors types.

My dad smoked heavily much of his life, suffering from emphysema at the end. True to their friendship, Hal commemorated the ‘event’ of needing help breathing.

I’ll be sharing several more during the coming days. These drawings are really special to me, bringing back memories not only of events in my parents’ lives, but also the special friendship of the Wheatons and the Thomsons.

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Childhood Memory

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This reminded me of a song we used to sing a hundred years ago or so –

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Merry merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh, Kookaburra,
Gay your life must be!
” (Except for some reason, we sang, “That’s not a monkey, that’s me. Ha. Ha!

I’ve never actually HEARD the sound the Kookaburra makes, so I looked it up. (Isn’t the Internet wonderful?)

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End of an Era

Steve Lawrence

I just read that he has died at 88. For those of you NOT older than dirt, he and Eydie Gorme were very popular singers for a long time. Their “I Just Want to Stay Here and Love You” is my husband’s and my song, and we played it at our wedding a hundred years or so ago.

“I don’t want to go to the party with you. I don’t want to go to the dance. I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I just want to stay here and love you.”

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It’s Friday! 12-15-2023

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We’re scheduled to meet our friends for Lunch Bunch today. I’m really hoping we have people show up. If not, we’ll eat somewhere and then do our grocery shopping before the rain is supposed to start this afternoon. We’re in for a couple rainy days if the forecast is correct.

I’m supposed to get the wood burning equipment I ordered today in the mail. I got the tool yesterday, and I’m supposed to get the goggles, mask, and finger protectors today. I’ll at least work on clearing up my drafting table today in preparation for trying to use both the Dremel etcher and the wood burning tool very soon. It looks a bit like a bomb exploded after my work on the glassware lately.

My hair is blowing time is moving so fast! We just started December and it’s half over. I struggle to believe it. I remember counting the days until Christmas as a child and it seemed the day would NEVER come.

I have really happy memories of Christmases past. One particular memory this morning is our family walking to a neighbor’s house singing Christmas carols. (Our neighborhood was two mile-long streets in Tulsa with each house on an acre and a half – 24th Street and 25th Place between Sheridan and Memorial for those of you who might be familiar with Tulsa, Oklahoma.) We would ask the people who came to the door to join us, and would then all walk to the next house, singing. By the time we finished, frozen and smiling, we had quite a group of people. We would gather at our house for hot chocolate for those who wanted it, and alcohol for the adults who wanted, all warming up around our fireplace in the living room. Happy times.

I wish you a happy Friday and great weekend.

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Halloween Past

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My dad and I shared Halloween and the 4th of July as our favorite holidays.

I remember one Halloween when my dad, who was 6’2″ tall and skinny as a beanpole, dressed up as a pregnant nurse. I was just a child. I wish we had gotten a picture I could share with you, because as I think of it, I can see him right in front of my face, and I keep smirking and snorting with the memory.

My dad wore glasses and had a mustache and short goatee type beard. I don’t know where he found the nurse’s uniform, but he wore an old style nurse’s cap on his head with a blond wig, and his glasses, beard, and mustache hanging out. He put a pillow under the uniform part, and wore ‘hose’ and white sneakers. He wore a stethoscope around his neck and carried a HUGE syringe in the pocket.

He had made up a whole speech to go along with his costume. The only other memory I have of that Halloween was my parents’ friends laughing so hard they had trouble standing up. In fact, several took one look at him and made straight for a chair in our living room, laughing their heads off.

My dad has been gone a long time now. He said, “Remember me laughing.” It was a long time before I could, but as the years pass, I remember not only HIM laughing, but all the rest of us, as well.

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Halloween Memory

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My husband and I still feel bad when we think of one Halloween years and years ago when our son was about 5.

My husband decided to ‘get into the spirit’ and went out and bought a rubber mask. He tied a pillow around himself to give himself a hump back, made a hole in a large piece of burlap and pulled it over his head, then donned the mask. He looked really gruesome. He was proud of his costume and looked forward to trick-or-treating with our son, plus scaring kids who came to the door for candy.

Well, even though our son had watched the whole process of making the costume and watching my husband put it on, when it was altogether our son freaked. He was scared and crying. When it was obvious that our son was really upset, my husband took the costume off and took our son trick-or-treating while I handled our visitors.

When he got back, our son was sleepy, so he spread out on the couch while my husband put the costume back on and proceeded to have a grand time scaring all the kids. I had to go out and buy more candy because the word spread and I think the whole neighborhood turned out to see the scary thing at our house.

Even when the holiday was over and the mask was on the floor where we encouraged our son to stomp on it, if he wanted, or put it on – which he refused to do – our son still wasn’t happy until my husband put it away – far away.

A mixed bag of memories, for sure. Our son still remembers the mask, and NOW loves the idea…

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Halloween Nostalgia

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Back when I was a young child (before 1492 and Columbus) I would make my own costume and my friends and I would go trick-or-treating in a group by ourselves, promising to stay in the neighborhood to the south of us and to be home by a certain time.

The only thing we worried about back then was the possibility of a razor blade in the middle of a caramel apple. Since I wasn’t a big fan of those, I didn’t worry at all. My favorite treat was a candy bar.

I have so many wonderful memories of Halloweens with my friends. We talked and laughed, ran and danced, filled our sacks or other containers with goodies to pour over when we got home.

It makes me a bit sad that the holiday has had to change so much due to the way of the world now. I’m glad that kids can still dress up and either go to a Halloween get-together, a haunted house, or do a bit of trick-or-treating with mothers driving slowly behind them, or taking them by the hand. Better than nothing, but oh, I wish kids could experience the freedom and joy we did!

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Saturday 5-27-2023

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Each Memorial Day weekend I remember when I was the lifeguard at the country club my family belonged to in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I think it was called “Southwood,” I don’t know if it still exists. I remember gearing up, preparing the pool and my lifeguard seat, planning details of trying to watch everyone at once. It was the only real time I got a tan. I don’t do that well, usually burning instead, and the tan only lasted a couple of weeks when the job was over.

I taught swimming with my 6th grade gym teacher, Steve Balint, every summer from the time I was 14 until I graduated from college. This job was wonderful because it helped pay my tuition for college, gave me some extra spending money while I was there, and gave me the chance to meet some fun people. I especially enjoyed our “womens’ class,” where we helped some really nice ladies overcome longstanding fear of the water and taught them lifesaving skills to help themselves and others, if needed.

I still regret that we ran out of money when we built our home 36 years ago and didn’t build an in-ground pool. I fondly thought I would swim first thing in the morning if I didn’t need to be somewhere early, or would swim last thing in the evening to relax before bed. I also secretly fantasized about “Brock,” the pool guy who would ‘take care of things.’ :0) (Hey. I’m old, but I ain’t dead yet!)

I hope you’re having a happy Saturday.

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Saturday 4-29-2023

“Dorky Dogs” – BoredPanda.com – Liucija Adomaite and Justinas Keturka

This wonderful picture reminds me of a story my dad used to tell of one of several rare ‘camping’ trips he and several friends shared. These men were city guys from way back. They knew what a sleeping bag was, and the only camping skills they had were the ones they learned by sharing duties as part of their participation in the Boy Scouts when their boys were young.

He said that they had figured out a place to camp reasonably close to the river where they had been traveling down it in flat bottomed boats. They were all tired and sunburned, so ‘dinner’ was snacking food and beer. They finally called it a night and settled down.

Part of this was some laborious digging. They had learned to alter the ground so they could sleep more comfortably. They dug out the dirt so they could feel ‘part of the ground’ with it supporting their backs and their butts in a carefully dug hole, with ‘fittings’ as the holes were dug and shaped.

They climbed into their sleeping bags feeling reasonable full and a bit buzzed on beer. Suddenly, one of my dad’s friends was furiously cursing. When asked what the problem was, the guy said, “I just realized I sleep on my stomach.”

My dad would laugh helplessly trying to tell this story. This was the same poor guy who earlier, when they were trying to get ready for bed in the dark, let out a stream of profanity because he discovered he was trying to brush his teeth with Unguentine….

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Happy Easter 2023

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I didn’t SEE any going on, but I HOPE there were lots of children hunting for Easter eggs this weekend. A memory I have was the Easter baskets my parents would get for my brother and me. I loved everything about them – the cheap, cheesy basket, the fake ‘grass’, the chocolate bunny, a couple of Easter eggs, maybe a candy or two. Just wonderful. When my husband and I were out getting groceries recently, I found my eye wandering to a display of Easter baskets at the store. I KNOW. I’m WAY too old for Easter baskets, but I still love ’em. :0)

We decorated Easter eggs a couple of times that I remember. We didn’t do anything fancy – just drew some designs or wrote words in wax crayons that would show up white against the rest of the dyed eggs. I looked up Easter eggs a minute ago and found that some people have brought decorating Easter eggs to an art form. I found, though, for MY tastes, the old, simpler, kid-centered decorations were much more satisfying. I did find some cute ideas, though –

APumpkinandaPrincess.com

DIY Candy

Munchkins Planet

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Playing in the Dirt 4-8-2023

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It’s still a bit cool right now (44 degrees F.) to work outside comfortably, but it’s supposed to warm up this afternoon. I’m planning to prep my two brick tomato planters and then maybe head to town to get plants so I can enjoy much of my weekend playing in the dirt.

I’m enjoying the fact that we don’t have any errands we NEED to do, no appointments, no chores we HAVE to do, no bad weather, no schedule. Ahhhhh. We can do what we like WHEN we like. Sheer luxury.

When I was a child a hundred years or so ago, I always looked forward to Easter weekend. Sometimes we went to an Easter egg hunt. One time our neighborhood had one.

Easter was one of the times of the year I got new clothes – something special to wear to the church service. One year I got my favorite sweater EVER – a light-as-air pullover fuzzy pink one that made me feel pretty. My mom got me a tweedy wool skirt to go with it. I still remember how special I felt when I got black patent leather shoes with straps then went over the top. They were so shiny I could see my face in them. :0)

Sometimes we got chocolate rabbits. I always ate an ear off first. A few times we dyed eggs as a family. We had some wax white crayons we used to draw designs or write words on the eggs before we dyed them.

Some Easters, before people really thought things through, baby rabbits and baby chicks were sold at stores, usually dyed pretty pastel colors.

My parents had had actual rabbits as pets (we had two – one named “Peter” and the other “Welsh” – for Welsh Rarebit.) They didn’t like the idea of getting a dyed one, but one year all my friends and I got dyed chicks. No one thought about whether it was a good idea or not, or thought about the actual chicks, who, if they made it through, might not make wonderful pets.

Luckily, we had one mother in the neighborhood who was my idea of the PERFECT mother. (She was always welcoming to her kids’ friends, baked chocolate chip cookies, let us run a ‘camp’ one year, etc. – who adopted the chicks as they grew up, lost the dye, and became actual chickens as the newness wore off and more active care was needed.

Our church service was beautiful – filled to the brim with spirit-lifting music. Children would walk down the center aisle to sit at the front if they wanted to, carrying small baskets of fruit. We had a really good organist while we lifted our voices in song. My heart would nearly burst with the beauty of it all and the joy spilling out of me.

I wish you a joy-filled weekend.

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Getting Into The Christmas Spirit 2

“Christmas Honors” – Fort Smith, Arkansas

The Ft. Smith National Cemetery now honors over 16,000 veterans. Before Christmas, volunteers come to the Ft. Smith Convention Center to put red bows on wreaths to decorate the headstones as you see here.

I’ve done this twice with my good friend, Carla, whose husband is buried here.

There were lots and lots of tables set up in a huge room. Other volunteers came with long poles on which wreaths were hung. They would pile them on the tables for us. Then others would come by with piles and piles of bows ready to be tied onto the wreaths. As we worked, still more would come to take the finished wreaths to waiting trucks for transport to the cemetery.

Christmas music played in the background and volunteers sang along or talked to the others at the tables. It took several hours, as you might imagine, to get the bows on 16,000 wreaths, but the feeling of love and warmth in that room took my breath away. Carla and I laughed and talked, hugged from time to time, took some breaks, and met other really nice people.

There is a special time for people who have loved ones in the cemetery to put a wreath on those headstones in a more private setting. When that has been done, volunteers put a wreath on all the others until all are decorated. As you can see, the finished product of the efforts is impressive.

After the holidays, the wreaths are gathered by more volunteers. The bows are removed and stored in huge boxes and the wreaths stored on poles for next year. It’s a beautiful way to honor our vets for their service. A very special time for me to help Carla honor her husband.

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Reminder

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Remembering

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Charles Schultz Philosophy


The   following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the ‘Peanuts’ comic strip.
You don’t have to actually answer the questions.

Just ponder on them. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you’ll get the point.

  1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
    2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
    3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
    4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
    5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
    6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies.
Awards tarnish …
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?
The   lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money … or the most awards. They simply are the ones who care the most.

Pass this on to those people whom you keep close in your heart.
“Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia!”

“Be Yourself.  Everyone Else Is Taken!”

  • Sent to me by a dear friend.

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Happy Sunday 4-17-2022

Petr Vaclavek – Dubanci, cz

Happy Easter! Happy Passover! Happy Sunday!

I wish you a happy day, a happy celebration, a quiet, calm day.

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Yet another rainy day here in Arkansas. After today, we’re supposed to have something appear in the sky that lights everything up and warms the air. I’m interested to see what that is. Maybe we can find and plant some tomato plants either Monday or Tuesday!

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I have Easter memories swirling.

Fuzzy SOFT pink angora sweater that made me feel very feminine for the first time a hundred years ago. Sweet rabbits my parents got for the family as pets – we named them “Welsh” and “Peter” Rabbit. Dyeing Easter eggs. Hunting for Easter eggs with a big basket. Eating Easter eggs. Then, many years later, Dyeing and Hiding Easter eggs for our son, plus for my students at school where I taught. Beautiful services. Soul-filling songs.

I am hoping for a quiet, calm day today. :0)

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Blast from the Past

This was an ad my dad ran in the newspaper years ago. Our son found it and sent it to me this morning. Our son had asked me the day before what the “TE” in the phone number stood for. In those days, there was a word associated with a group of phone numbers. This one was “Temple,” so if people asked for your phone number, you said, “Temple 5-1075,” or “TE 5-1075.” This was our personal/business phone number in Tulsa from the time we moved there when I was 5 until all phone numbers across the nation were changed.

Our son also wanted to know who my dad thought was the WORST radio voice was. There was a woman who ran a flower shop in Tulsa when my dad was doing the radio ads. I THINK her name was “Christina” and I THINK her business name was “Christina’s Flowers.” She had a low, gravelly voice. My dad thought it was wonderful because everyone else on the radio (except she and him) had voices with round, mello, smooth tones. So he billed himself the Second World’s Worst Radio voice. Wow. how MUCH I miss him.

It’s funny that our son sent these this morning, April 3rd. It would have been my parents’ 80th wedding anniversary. I had been thinking of them yesterday, missing them, so it’s amazing our son sent this.

He also sent me an image from Google Maps showing our home in Tulsa as it appears today. The people did a lot of work to the house and put a fence around the perimeter of the property. I wish I could share it with you, but I can’t get the URL to embed here. I’ll add it here – just in case you are able to make it work.

https://goo.gl/maps/ZgapVPyJxv8iWjLt6

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Remembering

A. A. Milne – Winnie the Pooh – Illustration by E. H. Shepard

One of the many ‘perks ‘ of getting older is trouble remembering things.

Just this morning I was reading an email from a dear friend who talked about what she was going to cook for dinner. THAT reminded me that I had neglected to take our dinner out of the freezer. I finished answering her email and then found some painted bottles online that were absolutely STUNNING.

I remembered again that I needed to go to the pantry to get our dinner out of the freezer. I got up, stopped in the bathroom, poured water in Amber’s dog bowl and then came back to the computer. I saw that I had forgotten to refill my coffee cup, so I got up and started to go to the kitchen. I stopped, grabbed my wallet and the record of our blood pressure and blood sugar we used this morning to take back to the kitchen. I put them away in the dining area and then came back to the office.

I again saw my coffee cup. I picked it up this time and went to the kitchen, refilled it, and brought it back. Then remembered I was supposed to go get our dinner out of the freezer…

My husband came in and wanted some help. I helped him and then sat back down at the computer. THEN remembered I was supposed to go to the pantry.

I got to the kitchen and couldn’t remember why I went in there. Had to come back to the office and sit down. THEN I remembered.

I actually got our dinners out of the freezer this time. Please shoot me.

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Job Humor

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For about eight years I did medical transcription and bookkeeping for a group of 8 very busy general surgeons. When I got the job, I had no experience and had to learn as fast as possible. It was a pretty stressful, demanding job, but I loved the people I worked with and was glad to do my share on making sure we took good care of patients.

I had to ‘teach’ my doctors to realize that my job took a bit of skill. At one point, they were flirting with the idea that they would use special equipment where they could simply dictate their notes and the equipment would provide a copy for the patients’ charts.

They told me that ‘all I had to do was type what they said.‘ So I did that for two full days so that I could do transcription for all of them. I provided two copies – one for THEM to review and a second that went into the chart. At the end of the two days, they were begging me to NOT type what they said, realizing that they made mistakes when they were tired and distracted and needed someone with a head to ‘translate’ their words, rather than simply type them. A couple of them actually tried one of the new gadgets – quickly giving it up as the gadget typed gibberish, not understanding much of what they said. :0)

Sometimes what the docs said made me laugh out loud. I began to keep a document just for me to enjoy, recording their ‘bloopers.’ When I left after 8 years, I gave each of them the printed out document. I could hear them laughing all the way down the hall. Here is a sample:

  • “It was recommended that she get manual anagrams…”
  • “It hurts every time she has a bowel movement in her lower abdomen.”
  • “Enclosed is a copy of the path report showing the lesion on Mr. ___’s buttock that I removed on 10/23/95 in the office was benign.”
  • “On digital examination, there is no perianal region.”
  • “She can place her head on her sternum without pain.”
  • “These are office fixations — fictations — from…”
  • “Following that, we can to annual, every other year mammograms.”
  • “She is certainly not just a typical internal hemorrhoid.”
  • “Send him a copy of ‘this blue thing’ that’s the first two pages under the diagnostic testing ‘stuff’ that has the most recent report.”
  • “Both breasts are inverted.”

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Snowy Thoughts

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I have to admit that winter is not my favorite season. That said, there are many things I LOVE about it –

I’ve always loved sweaters and layers and boots, shawls, mufflers, crocheted hats with snowballs on top, gloves, snuggling under throws, sitting by the fireplace.

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Snow people and critters have a special place in my heart. I’ve rarely been in enough snow to actually make them, but really enjoy the creativity shown by people, and wonderful photos like the one with the fox and the snowman above. That one made me laugh out loud when I found it. :0)

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When my husband and I started dating a hundred years or so ago (he was 17 and I was 14), we had a rare, really good snow in Arkansas. We celebrated by building two snow people in the front yard of my parents’ home. I built a traditional snowman. My husband built an extremely well-endowed female snow person. They met with a sad ‘accident’ pretty quickly – I think due to my mom instructing my dad to ‘modify’ them before she got complaints from the neighbors…

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My parents had a gorgeous, open design fireplace. Somehow, it was designed to be open at one corner of the bricks so you could see it ‘around the corner’ – in the foyer and also in the living room. I’m still amazed at the design. My parents had a gas insert because they wanted to be able to turn the fire on and off when they wanted and didn’t have to store or haul firewood. I have many memories of sitting in a sling chair beside it, or sitting on the hearth in front of it, warming my back.

We have a fireplace insert in our home now. You can’t see the fire well unless you keep the doors open on the insert. It’s made for efficiency and a heat source in case our regular heat isn’t working. We have firewood stored and always have a fire laid, ready for the strike of a match to start it. When we don’t have anywhere we need to be and the weather is really cold, we light it for the COMFORT and good feelings it brings, rather than the need. A definite, wonderful luxury.

Comfort food is wonderful. My mom made big cast iron skillets of spaghetti sauce and garlic bread, and a lovely bean soup. I like to get a beef stew going in the crock pot, serving that with a crust of bread. I also love grilled cheese sandwich and soup dinners.

My favorite snow is one with huge, beautiful flakes like in a snow globe. It coats the ground in pristine, glorious white, looking beautiful. If there are children around, enough for a snowball fight, snow angels, or maybe a snowman. Then, the sun comes out right away, the temperature warms, and the snow is melted on our driveway and the roads, leaving it on the ground otherwise. Fantasies are made to be enjoyed. :0)

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Memories at Christmas

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I’ve always dreamed of white Christmases. I was born in Chicago, but we moved almost immediately to Brooklyn, and then to Long Island. We moved to Oklahoma before I was 5, and I’ve lived in Arkansas for over 30 years now. I don’t remember much about my very early life in the Northeast, and it was almost unheard of to have a white Christmas in “tornado alley.” That didn’t diminish my love of everything Christmas.

I remember a Christmas when my brother and I both received 3-speed English bicycles. Neither of us even dreamed of such a present. My parents were amazing to keep the secret. This was a gift that kept on giving for many, many years of bicycling around our neighborhood.

The first time I ever MADE a Christmas present for anyone I was about 11 or 12. My mom was VERY good at making clothes and knitting. She altered all of my dad’s shirts, sweaters and sports coats because he had damaged his left arm falling off a horse when he was three. Back then, they didn’t know as much as they do now, and they were only able to save his arm and hand, leaving it shorter than his right and his hand was almost completely useless. I didn’t realize as a child

  • that my dad was considered ‘disabled’ my many who didn’t know him well,
  • how special my mother was to alter all his shirts, and knit cardigan sweaters for him. I think she could have knitted a bus, she was so talented.
  • how much patience it would take to try to teach her daughter to sew and knit.

I knitted a scarf/muffler for my grandmother that Christmas. It was really terrible, with lots of missed stitches and places where I got too tense and jammed all the stitches together. Other places, the stitches were really large, warping the whole thing out of shape. My grandmother’s favorite color was red, and so I knit her a red muffler to keep her warm when she walked the ugliest dog in the world, a pug named, “Unkie.” That Christmas we had traveled to Nevada, Missouri, to spend the holiday with her and my grandfather. He was bedridden with Multiple Sclerosis. I don’t remember him ever standing, but I have pictures of the two of them, looking amazing, all dressed up in the latest style of the day. (Sorry for a bit of rambling – the memories are swamping me.) My grandmother unwrapped the muffler. She sat, holding it in her hands. Then she cried. I’m tearing up as I type this. She GOT the love I sent with the muffler. She GOT it.

Sometimes I find things, particularly online, during the year that I think people I care about might really enjoy and I send them. Sometimes I wait for Christmas. Sometimes I can’t. Most Christmases I still try to make things for people. I hope they GET the love that is sent with them.

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