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Random Five Friday

Just ’cause it’s been a while since I’ve shared random thoughts:

1.) These pics were on my Facebook page, but thought I’d also share them here. My Mother’s Day was wonderful: breakfast with my two guys and special gifts from both of them. Marshall’s gave me one of his 3D shadowbox designs that he created just for me.

Motor Man’s gift was a hummingbird feeder, which now hangs right in front of our kitchen window.

2.) Remember this picture I shared in a previous post of Motor Man taking his “physical therapy”?

Evidently that therapy must have been just the “ticket”. I’m happy to report that he was released from the orthopedist this week. We’re thankful that his broken shoulder didn’t require surgery.

3.) We made a trip to the Outer Banks earlier this week to visit with some friends who are vacationing there. The four of us went riding to see horses, had lunch and spent some time catching up. It was a good time. My apologies to my FB friends for the repeat photos today.

4.) The annual Memorial Service is this Sunday at the cemetery in my little home town. This tradition goes back many, many years.  It seems the weather that day is either very cool or extremely hot. The latter seems to be what we’ll have for this year’s service: Sunday’s forecast is for temps around 90. We’ll definitely be seeking a shady spot to set up the chairs.

5.) Our home computer is just about out of space….that’s understandable, considering all the pictures I take (mostly of horses).  So, Motor Man and I recently went “window shopping”, and we think we’ve chosen a replacement. I’m so nervous about taking the old computer to the experts to have everything transferred to the new one. Silly? Maybe. But just think of all the room I’ll have for….more pictures!

So, if I’m missing from blogland for a few days, I’m just waiting to bring home the new computer. (Or trying to figure out how to use it….)

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

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Roses And Emotions

This picture just says “Mother’s Day” to me:

It was taken on my first Mother’s Day, and we were on our way to church. If you look closely, you’ll see that I have a red rose on my lapel, and Marshall is sporting one on his hat (safe from curious little hands).

Did you ever participate in the tradition of wearing a rose on Mother’s Day? (Red if your mother is still living, white if she has passed on.)  My mother always wore a red one while she still had her mom, but she never wore a white one after her mom was gone.

Mother’s Day is perhaps the most emotional holiday of them all.  It’s such a difficult day for those whose mothers are no longer here and for those who always longed to be moms, but never were.

It’s especially joyful for those celebrating their first Mother’s Day.

And, first or thirty-something, that joy continues with each celebration.

“Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember, you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.” ~Rachel Wolchin

~These Days Of Mine~

 

In Her Handwriting

In Monday’s post, I shared how blogging has brought me together with other bloggers and how nice it is to meet them in person.

Another aspect of blogging is, due to my posts about my family having once lived in historic  Bacon’s Castle, I have come to know some very distant relatives.  Some of those I’ve just communicated with online, and others I’ve met in person. I’ve also been reunited with some “long lost” known relatives.

Such is the case with my first-cousin, Carol, daughter to my mom’s youngest brother, Stanley. Carol and I haven’t seen each other in many years, but we’re friends on Facebook. That came about because her niece found my blog post regarding our family ties to Bacon’s Castle.  Since then, Carol and I have occasionally shared old family photos.

Last week, she sent me a picture of her dad as a very young man. She also sent this, a note my mom wrote to Uncle Stanley in 1977:

I apologize that the image is so small. Here’s a transcript of her note:

Dear Stanley,
I hope this will be the first card you receive after….going in the hospital. You have evened up the number of our family to be operated on for our gall bladder, but it is good to have it out. I got along fine and feel good. Hope your family is fine, wish we were all closer to you for your family is the most help in the way you feel. Do take care of yourself.  Love, Donnie  (Say hello to all.)

You may be able to see the image well enough to see that some words are spelled incorrectly, and the punctuation isn’t perfect. In Mom’s growing up years, schooling wasn’t nearly as important, especially in rural areas, as it is in today’s world. Children went to school sporadically, working on the farm when necessary and helping to care for younger siblings.  At that time, schools were few and far between. I don’t think Mom or any of her siblings went beyond about 8th or 9th grade.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Mom’s handwriting. This note tugged at my heartstrings, and Mother’s Day week seems a good time to share it.

Thank you, Carol, for sharing this little note with me.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Gone To The Cats

As you well know, our kitties are a big part of our lives.

Our two have been particularly affectionate this week, especially to Motor Man. Earlier this week, Gypsy walked across my desk, on to his legs and then up to his chest…..where she perched.

(She must think she’s still THIS size):

Later that same afternoon, when Motor Man got home, Sundae gave him a little of her time.

Marshall recently sent these pictures of his kitties.  Sweet little Sibby discovered the “Hoosier” cabinet.

She’s so entertaining, he sends me lots of pictures of her.

And his kitty, Snugg, being king of his domain.

“I’ve found that the way a person feels about cats-and the way they feel about him or her in return-is usually an excellent gauge by which to measure a person’s character” 
― P.C. Cast

 

Her Baby’s Baby

Yesterday, a Facebook friend posted this meme on her page:

There are no words to describe the pleasure found in holding your baby’s baby.

 

I was reminded of this photo of my mom holding Marshall, her “baby’s baby”, on his first day home from the hospital.

This seems a fitting time to share both the meme and this picture.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

~These Days Of Mine~

50 Years

Through the nearly nine years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve shared several posts about my late sister, Rose.

Rose was tragically murdered by her estranged husband on April 15, 1969. 50 years ago today. I was 16; she was two weeks shy of her 31st birthday.

One of the more interesting posts, in my opinion, was this one regarding her birthstone ring that she had loaned me, and what I discovered the evening of her murder.

I wrote this post last year on what would have been her eightieth birthday.

Several years ago, I shared this sad incident that happened just a couple of days after Rose’s murder:

Our mother’s birthday was April 17.  Understandably, in 1969, her birthday was non-existent. Except when the mail was delivered that day,  and there was a birthday card to her from Rose. It was postmarked April 15.  Mom taught everyone a lesson in strength during that time. 

For a long time following Rose’s murder, I kept thinking that it was a bad dream, and I would wake up.  Perhaps that’s the Lord’s way of helping us deal with sudden grief. In time, of course, I stopped having those thoughts.

And, as the old saying goes, time does help ease the pain. Getting through April 15 isn’t nearly as difficult as it once was.

50 years.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

Remaining In The Family

Before you read today’s post, I’d like to ask that you read (re-read) Through That Door, which I published on June 15, 2015. It provides a nice background for today’s topic.

I’ll wait……….

Now that you’re back, here’s an update on the building that was Grandma’s store.

A few weeks ago, one of my cousins sent me a message that he was going to contact the family who now owns that building.  He wanted to ask if he could possibly have the front doors from the store.

In a message from him some time later, he said that the owners had agreed and he would soon be going to claim the doors. His plans are to use them in his home…just the way they are.

Yesterday, Motor Man and I were on a Sunday drive and passed by Grandma’s store.  I must admit that it is a little bittersweet to see the boarded up space where the doors used to be. Thanks to Motor Man, for taking the picture; he even captured raindrops. (Because of his shoulder injury, he’s leaving the driving to me these days.)

But, I’m happy that someone in the family has the doors, rather than them being lost forever should the building have been vandalized.

And, how appropriate, here’s an old family photo of that cousin, now the proud owner of those doors, in front of the store.

I’m sure that he, like all of us in the family, has many memories of days spent at Grandma’s store.

~These Days Of Mine~