Saturday, March 30, 2013

Good evening

     This will be short. Family is coming tomorrow for  Easter. Two brothers, three sister in laws, one brother in law, two sons, one daughter inn law, one granddaughter, one niece and two great  nephews. Ham, scalloped potatoes, deviled eggs, green bean casserole, salad, rolls, Trish's mint brownies and lemon meringue cupcakes. Happy Easter everyone.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Friday evening

     Friday nights are usually now spent running errands and then going to get something to eat. Not tonight. We are both trying to get things ready for family on Sunday. So I turn on the TV and there was an older movie Overboard and NCAA basketball games and now the news. Not much else peaks my interest tonight. I can remember when it was all about Dukes of Hazard, Dallas and Falcon Crest. We would allow the boys to sleep on the living room floor in their sleeping bags. This made it easier to see the cartoons on Saturday mornings. Gary and I would have our spots on the couch watching the evening soap operas. My how times have changes. Good night all.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Relay For Life

     I am the youngest of four children and the only girl. Not spoiled at all! My two middle brothers are twins and 4 years older than me. I can't remember the year exactly but I think it was about 1993 when I received a call from my mother telling me that Dan, the oldest twin, was sick. He was going for tests and they determined that he had brain cancer. Now in 1993 that diagnosis was pretty much a death sentence. He had his first surgery and I remember talking to him the next morning and he told me that he could feel his brain taking over the space in his head. And later he told me that he would not give up. Some day there will be a cure for it all. Dan was a gentleman in many ways. He was a potter and made beautiful things with his large hands. He would talk to whoever walked up to his kick wheel and seemed to really love the children. He had an easy smile and loved to make others laugh. He finally lost his never ending battle in 1999. I remember my mother telling me how difficult it is to lose a child. I hope I never have to experience it and pray for those who have.
     Along with that I am a survivor in a much different way. In 2008 I found out that I had renal cell carcinoma (kidney cancer). But in a very surreal situation I did not have any treatments. It seems that when my doctor removed my kidney he also took out the tumor. My survival looks so much different than many others.
     Dan is my reminder to never give up on the fight to end cancer. This year I am the county chairman for our event. We form teams, raise money, provide 18 hours of fun and walk to celebrate those lives who have had cancer, remember those who have not survived and fight back for those of the future. It has been a challenge for me. A lot of time and management of a wonderful dedicated committee. And very rewarding. At this time we are only about seven weeks away from our event and so much left to do. Still trying to meet our goal of 30 teams, still making final plans for our survivor dinner with some great numbers of survivors and praying for good weather.
     If you have been touched in some way by this disease I urge you to find your local event and go walk the track. Raise a little money, join a team or help with the event in some way. It is a wonderful experience. My name is Deb and I am a Relayer.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Easter baskets

     The Easter basket in my family has been a great tradition. Plastic eggs and a chocolate bunny in your favorite basket was always waiting to be filled with some real Easter eggs from the yard. Gary and I always made sure this tradition was in place for our boys. Well, I just packed a 'box' basket filled with goodies to send to two of my grandchildren. What fun. Whatever is in your basket, Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013


     Have I let you know that I love to sew? It is something I have done since I was a little girl. I always asked my mom to teach me. She made all of my clothes when I was little. In fact my first store bought dress was when I was in second grade by my grandfather. As I got older I loved the fact that I was not wearing what the other girls had on. So to sew my own clothes was wonderful. My mother was a full time secretary and with three older brothers time was limited for her to teach me so I learned the basics in 4-H. From there Mom was able to help me with some great projects including all of my bridesmaid's dresses.
     Now I sew quilts along with other fun items. I have not made any of my clothes for years. It is funny how my interests have changed. Or maybe it is because my body just doesn't fit right anymore. Or the fact that I can find clothes a lot cheaper than I can make them. I have designs for some special things but those have not fit into all of the other projects on my list at this time. I also do dome repairs for some friends and family. Blue jeans are always wearing out so I use my mother-in-law's machine to do these repairs.
     This brings me to my machines. It seems to be something that is turning into a collection. Now I don't have nearly as many as some people but I must say I do love the antique ones that are black and gold. I think my count is eight right now. One is a treadle machine that I bought years ago at an auction. (That is another hobby of mine which I try to avoid because I usually bring home something I don't need by would like to have.) I have tried to sew with it but just can't get the peddle to work right. Four of them have cabinets or tables with them and the others are stored in carrying cases. The great thing is that now I have my husband looking for them when we go into antique stores.
     My other thing about this sewing thing is that I get to shop for fabric. What fun. My favorite is Batik fabric. Bali is a country that is know for their production of Batik fabric. It is made with wax and dyes. The colors are beautiful. I also like the reproduction fabric of the Civil War Era. They are the colors of warmth. When I go shopping for fabric to the quilt shops with my friend we always tease each other about petting the fabric. Just love to look and feel it.
     I remember one day saying something to my son about going to a quilt retreat. He told me that Grandmas are quilters. I wasn't sure if he meant I was old like a grandma or that he didn't want me to old. I just smiled.

Monday, March 25, 2013


     I had another day at home because of snow today. Wow. I don't ever remember having a snow day this late in March but I will take them at any time. I spent the day sewing and need to return to my haven to finish a few things. I love this kind of day. Just spend it doing something you like to do. Along with that I have nothing else to talk about this evening. Maybe there will be more words tomorrow.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Early morning

     Today we went to another train show. this one is in Dalton, Ohio. We have gone to this show for several years and always enjoy it. The crowd is a good one that the gentleman that puts the show on is so nice to us. He first asked us to come so he would have someone there with parts. So it is an early morning. We usually leave about 5 in the morning.
     I also enjoy this show because two of our sons go with us. They are so knowledgeable and it is just amazing how much they know about the little pieces for these toys. There are always people waiting to be waited on. I usually have to help with selling parts at this show also so I get to test my knowledge as well.
     When I was sitting in the car waiting to leave this morning our youngest son went in the house to get a travel mug with coffee. It made me think about how he is always on time to leave with us even when it is early in the morning and he has had people at his house that night for a party or been out late with co-workers the night before. Then we went and picked up our other son. And he runs on a different clock. I remember a time when he was in college and was going to meet us to go into Chicago for the day. When we got to the meeting place he was not there. I called him and he was not even up yet. We went without him. This was sad but he was never on time except at his birth when he was six weeks early. We will never let him forget that. Our other son prides himself with being on time. It is funny how they can all be so different. That is why I love each of them for different reasons. I never say that one is a favorite over the other. They each just have different gifts.
     I can't complain to much though. It is so much fun to have them help us with the train parts and I get to spend time with my boys once again. By the way, if you know of anyone that may need parts for their Lionel trains just let me know. I will ask one of the boys to find them for you.

Friday, March 22, 2013


     It has been a week of not feeling well. The nurse tells me that it may be a stomach virus as others have had it. So tonight I am off to bed.

Thursday, March 21, 2013


     We had some snow over night. I live about 15 miles south of the school where I teach and we occasionally get lake affect snow. Well, overnight snow gave us more at home than at school. As I was driving to school this morning I was making note of our 'lovely' Spring weather when I noted that it was a little lighter than last week and there was less snow on the roads as I became closer to my destination.
     I love to look for the animals in fields along the way and I saw that the cows in the were all lying down. This I know as a sign of low pressure. But they all looked like they had a white blanket on them. How funny that they don't mind the snow on their backs.
     Now because I love quilts, I thought about the different types of blankets we use and their proposes. There are, of course, the beautiful quilts that people use to adorn their beds and walls. Then there are those used to comfort us for years, worn and tattered on the edges from washing and love. There are blankets that I used on my bed as a child that was called a sheet blanket. Now that I am grown and know more about fabric it was a thin flannel that went under my bedspread but on top of the sheet for added warmth. There are blankets made of wool that are used in cars or on the back of recliners to help us with the cold. And what about the ones that children carry around until it is no longer appropriate for their age?
     Everyone needs a blanket. It is the one thing that can be used for comfort and warmth or for a poncho as used during the Civil War. So I guess that the cows in the field need a blanket also. Theirs just do not last as ours do. It is gone much to soon to become tattered and torn.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


     So I woke up in the middle of the night and remember that I didn't blog yesterday. Oh, now I blew my blog for a month but it is not the end of the world. But after that I thought of what I wanted to blog about. Trains! And not the type that run on the tracks and carry cargo or the ones that my family likes to play with. I am talking about the trains that run in your mind and turn your thoughts to the next thing, then the next thing and then to something else.
     This seems to be what happens in my dreams. My stories never seem to stay in a typical story line. They seem to move from one thing to another and at times they don't go together. I can usually remember my dreams in the morning but then soon forget them. But this is only one train that I experience.
    The other is much like the one exhibited on The Big Bang Theory by Dr. Sheldon Cooper. He goes from making science palatable to the masses to factual equations to the origin to the phrase train of thought then to trains. He then went from trains to jello and then back to trains. Have you ever found yourself going from one thought to another and ending up somewhere you didn't expect? I love it when my son and I would do this with my husband. We would start talking about something and just leave him with the original thought as we moved on to someone or something else. He would get so aggravated. I think it was because we didn't include him.
     Trains of thought are exactly what we need to use when students are planning or working together. One student starts the train and then others add to it. Much like the telephone game where they may not end up anywhere close to what they thought. The ideas and comments that are brought to the table only make them think about one more thing and then something else and on it goes.
     I like it when I have great trains!

Monday, March 18, 2013

How do we know?

     Recently I have grown a great fascination to the Underground Railroad. I must say that I am not a historian and do not remember much of the information well, which is probably why I did not get good grades in history when I was in school. I think the interest began when we had a presentation about the quilts used for the slaves as they traveled out of slavery.
     The woman who presented the information about the story was very sure of the legend and truly believes that it is fact. A lady named Ozella McDaniel Williams told Jacqueline Tobin to write down the story she was about to tell her. It was important information and needed to be preserved. Ozella was a decedent of slaves and wanted this lady who passed through her booth at the Market Place in Charleston, SC to know the details. Jacqueline was perusing the many merchants in the historical market and was drawn into a spot with some quilts. From what I understand Ozella told her to come into her booth and sit down so she could talk to her.  
     Her story is that quilts were used to guide the slaves through the perils of escape. Different quilt patterns showed the runaways where to go, safe places and what was available to them. The stories of the slaves were mostly passed through oral history as few knew how to write. The passage to the north was told to them by those who knew someone that had traveled the path. Ozella's story of the quilts was passed to her from her ancestors.
     The most famous of the quilt blocks was the Log Cabin Square. It represented a safe house when hung on the railing outside of the home, a place where the slave could find refuge. When the runaway saw the Bow Tie quilt they were to dress as if they belonged to the area. It was a way to say that they belonged there and would not appear to be a standout to others who may be watching or tracking them. The North Star told them to continue to follow the north star that would lead them to a free state. The secret codes in fabric was a simple way to guide the way.
     Interesting to this story is that there is no documented quilt that was used during the historical period. But there are not many quilts that survived this time period because of there use. Many quilts were used to bury soldiers or destroyed during battles and rampages to homes. So this brings the question of truth or legend. Many have discredited this historical story because it was not shared until 150 years later and the fact that there is no evidence other than this one woman's version of the account.
     Last summer Gary and I visited Charleston. We loved the historical town and all that it represents. We went to the Market Place and found a large fascination with the Sweet Grass Baskets. But we did not see any quilts. We visited the Slave Market and asked specifically about the Underground Railroad. We were told it was not a part of the slaves in that area.
     This brings me to my questions about the quilts. I love the old quilts and the reproduction fabrics that are produced now. Some ladies and men have made gorgeous quilts to show what was made at that time. They are rich in warm colors and simple blocks or elaborate applique. I have purchased the book published with the quilt blocks of the Underground Railroad to use someday to make a quilt. I am however not convinced that this is a true secret code to guide the slaves to freedom but is makes for a wonderful story of perseverance and support to what was right for all citizens of the United States of America. My opinion is that it is not appropriate to teach it as history but rather a possible way for the slaves to find the passage to the north to freedom and a legend to be shared for the purpose of ingenuity and determination.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Quick notes tonight

     Tonight will be a quick note. I promise I will write about the quilt thoughts tomorrow. We went to friends house for dinner tonight and then my middle son is here for a business meeting tomorrow morning. So no time to write today. This weekend just went by to quickly.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Happy National Quilting Day

      Quilting is a passion of mine. Today I went with a wonderful friend to The Gathering of Quilters. It was held in Auburn and there were about 800 other quilters there with us. We admired many quilts and bought some fabric, of course. I want to tell you more about the speaker but tonight I am just to tired. It can wait until tomorrow. Night all.

Friday, March 15, 2013

End of the week

     I believe that most people are happy when their 'weekend' arrives. The reason I highlight weekend is because there are some people that work on the Friday, Saturday and Sunday like my daughter-in-law, who works three 12 hour shifts in the ER on my weekend. So her 'Friday' is on Sunday. So now I get back to my thoughts. This weekend I am attending a quilt show with some friends. This is a passion of mine so I am always excited at how others make artwork with fabric.
     I think this has been such a long week with many events even though I didn't have any evening activities other than Monday. But it is the first full week of school we have had since January. It is a little crazy and I feel bad for my husband that always points out that he works everyday. As I reflect on this week I have completed some important tasks, welcomed a new challenging student to our school, helped a boy realize that he can not take off his clothes at school, created a way for a student to be more focused (it is still in the early stages for this one), prepared a fishing basket for our school carnival this evening along with normal daily lessons and support. So the day tomorrow is a time to relax and enjoy my hobby.
     My title for this blog is about having boys and not being shocked by things that children do. Just so you know, I am still shocked about what some adults do, though. I mentioned that I helped a boy that thought it was ok to disrobe at school. I was called into a classroom because he was taking his clothes off. Only the student and two other adults were in there. One of the adults was a young student teacher. Well, I must say I think she was embarassed to see this little guy's privates right there in full view. No shock here. I just said to him to stand up and pull up his pants. I helped him with his shirt which was around his waist and told him that he may not take off his clothes at school. Not sure if it will happen again but I know that this young lady will not forget this experience. Remember, I have boys. Enjoy your weekend with whatever you are doing.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Hidden talent

     I have an old wooden file cabinet that needs some serious clean out. So my chore during spring break is to start sorting and purging. As I give thought to the things I have put in there over the years there is one item that I know that I need to hold on to so I can pass it on to the boys.
     Gary's mother passed away in 1986. Their relationship was strained much of the time. Not long after she died he brought me a stack of three small note papers stapled together. The writing on it was done with a variety of pencil and pens. There He asked me to read it and I was so surprised. I had no idea that he had the talent. He had written a poem. He told me that he started it long before his mother's death but decided to finish it soon after. He had carried it in his wallet for quite a while. I still have that stack of paper but did transfer the poem onto something that can be shared. I want to share it with you. I am just so proud of him.

As I look out across the fields of snow,
I can't help but remember of times long ago.

When, as children, Love to us was a lick from a pup,
And happiness was found in a hot cocoa cup.

Every day was expected to be there, and on time,
And even the tooth fairy was to drop off a dime.

But we grow older with every breath,
And get stared at by the face of death.

So we must push aside that that grumbles us,
And live each day with no real fuss.

For down the road comes the judgement day.
And we should all be able to say                                    
We would not have lived our life a different way.
                                         Gary Fitzsimmons

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Education plans....Ugh!

     I am a special education teacher so a major part of my job is about IEP's. Tis the season. So this evening is about writing some present levels of functioning, goals and conference notes. I'll be back tomorrow night to share some poetry with you.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Make believe play

     I just had a brief visit with our grand daughter. She is two and a half years old and of course the cutest little girl in the world. When she comes over she likes to play on the IPAD and is able to find her favorites. She played some songs and sang along, which is one activity she loves to do with her microphone, and then watched a couple of favorite books. She also enjoys putting the puzzle pieces in place.
     One of her other activities is playing make believe with little Fisher Price people or a couple of cows that are in the toy box. My husband has picked up some plastic animals for the train layout and they are the perfect size for her to set up and talk to. Tonight she set one on the floor and backed up. She told it to walk to her and coaxed it on. Then she looked up and said "it's not coming." But she dismissed this and went on. She had seven of them lined up and was carrying on a verbal communication with them when daddy said it was time to go. She told them all good-bye and then piled them up like they were sleeping.
     I love this part of being a grandmother. Hearing them talk and play and growing up is the most wonderful thing. I have to say I was not prepared for the love of a grandchild. I have cried every time I hold one for the first time and tell them "welcome to my love." What a perk to having raised a family and now reaping the benefits. LOVE IT!!!!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Time change

The time change is kicking my butt tonight.
              Early to bed. Night all.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Who lived there?

     Today we traveled to Toledo, Ohio for a train show. We have a small business selling Lionel model train parts and we take our boxes and 6500+ parts on the road. It seems that the hobby of model trains has been a family activity that has kept us closer together in many ways. The shows are mostly in the winter months from October through March. I am pretty sure this is the fourth year for going to Toledo and the gentleman that puts on the show is so nice to us. It takes 8 tables for us to put our product out and he is generous with the tables and advertisement for us so we don't mind traveling the distance. Today we traveled on the new portion of the highway. It was 4 lane all the way and an easy drive.
     The area through Ohio is mostly farm land and very flat. We can see for miles in all directions. There are all shapes and sizes of farm houses along the way. We see similar homes on the two lane highways in Indiana as we go to relatives in Jasper and Tell City. 
     I often see these houses and many are quite old with no occupants for some years now. My mind then goes to thinking about what these houses were like when they were brand new. Who built them? Why were they built? Were they built to begin a farm life for a new family? Was it to begin a new community?  Were they built by the man to lived there or by someone hired to build it? Did the new family have a celebration and invite family and friends to see the new house? What color was it painted? So many questions about these people and their brand new home.
     I follow a blog of a designer and quilt artist. She collects sewing machines and is particularly fond of the antique treadles and hand crank machines. I find it interesting that she questions the owner of these machines much the same as I do the families of these houses. Unfortunately is both of these situations we may never know about these people. What they sewed on that machine and why they built that house.  

Saturday, March 9, 2013


     Soup is one of my favorite foods, especially in the winter. It is easy to prepare, usually contains all of the healthy things you should be eating and not a lot of clean up. I am not sure that the boys really liked it but when I would put it with a sandwich it was accepted. I could eat soup every day and be happy. Tonight we had a soup and salad meal at our church to raise funds for the child care ministry there. It was a free will donation and the soups were great. My problem is which to choose. There was chili, potato soup, chicken noodle and of course my favorite, vegetable. The bonus is that I had made a crock pot full of vegetable for them and they didn't need. So I have soup in the refrigerator and freezer. Yum!

Friday, March 8, 2013

The fortune cookie

     The fortune inside of a fortune cookie seemed to me to be something like a prediction for your future. Gary and I go to a nice little Chinese restaurant in our hometown. They have a buffet that is pretty good and of course we are always given a fortune cookie with our bill. It is always fun to read the little slip of paper to see what they are telling us about the future. We usually laugh at the 'learn Chinese' word that is listed. Today mine was the word 'milk' and another time Gary's was 'fried chicken'. Of course you have to be able to understand how the letters are pronounced in Chinese to know how to say the word. Well, tonight Gary opened his cookie and there was no paper inside. We wondered if this was a bad omen. The waitress laughed and said she has been told that it is good luck but gave him two more in case he was worried. I brought them home in my purse so he could open them another day. I find it amusing that he wouldn't open them this evening in case the emptiness was for the good. I guess he didn't want to break the spell.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Healthy breakfast and a good night's sleep

     This is the week, the BIG week, in Indiana education. It is the week that the infamous ISTEP testing begins. Everybody that watches any news knows that it is very important. The stations are covering it like a major event. I know it is important but think about what people are saying,
     The students are nervous because it is so important. They know this because their teacher has told them, the TV is talking about it and their parent has said something about it. Why do we do this? The emphasis and all of the discussions make them more nervous than anything else they do. We seem to put these children on pins and needles.
     And then there are those that talk about eating a good breakfast and getting a good night's sleep. A local newscaster made a comment on Monday morning that she had purchased some extra protein for their breakfast to help her children with the test. Why not do this every day? Shouldn't the parents make sure that they have a good breakfast and much needed sleep so they can learn on a daily basis? It's just another school day where people send children to learn to the best of their ability.  Send them prepared to do their best EVERY day!
     OK. Finished with that small rant.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Inspiration from others

     We had a snow day today. Surprise! With 6 to 10 inches of snow all over the county it was a no brainer. But it did give me time to read some of the others that are slicing on twoteacherswriting. I read about someone having cows in their front yard because they didn't mow and the cows decided that was the best lawn in the neighborhood. Loved this story. It made me think about our yard and having to mow. And we have also had cows in our yard at times. 
     We moved into our farm house in 1977 as renters from a wonderful retired couple. They owned several farms in the area and lived in a house on the lake. As time went on they offered us the property for ownership. It is four acres with several structures other than the house. The house sits up on a hill and looks big from the road. My husband added on to it so each of our sons could have their own room and we could have a large family room. A side note is that is only has one bathroom. It is a very small bathroom and I just chuckle when I watch the makeover shows where they have to have something so large that the entire family could have a party.
     Back to my story. Part of the property, about half, is fenced off for pasture but the remainder around the house and barns are mowed. As the boys were growing up it was their job to do most of the mowing. We do not do any special things to the grass. Just mow! As they began to grow up, become busy and leave the house for other adventures my husband now had to mow all the time. I have to say that I tried to help at one time but he did not like the way I got the mower stuck on the hill by the drive. I thought I was in full control, but apparently not.
     It seems strange to me that Gary would complain about all of the work he has to do around the farm now with no help. What did he think was going to happen as the boys grew up? Stay home to help him? Return every weekend to cut down the trees or clean out the shop? 
     I love this house and will find it very difficult to leave here before I would die. This is the home where we raised our children. Where they come for tools they may need. Where we celebrate Christmas. Maybe we should just turn it all into pasture and bring back the sheep or cows to mow the grass. Minimalism.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Favorite movies

     Several years ago we played the favorite game with my boys. What is your favorite color, food, movie, place to go eat, song, etc. I found it interesting that I could name almost of of theirs at the time but when I asked them to tell me about mine they were not so keen. I think this may be a difference between sons and daughters. Somehow I don't think they pay attention to the details but in my experience that is a character trait for most boys/men. 
     They didn't know that my favorite songs are Brandy and There Is a House In New Orleans and that my favorite movie is Pollyanna. I have always enjoyed musicals and when there is one on TV, I find myself drawn in. So tonight as I was perusing the channels I noticed that another favorite was playing. I first saw Oliver in Florida with my cousins in 1968. I was fascinated with the young boy's voice and Fagin's crafty personality. And so I have spent the evening watching it once more. I always see things that I did not see in the previous dozen viewings. I noticed that the paper boys were later dancing with another prop. I also saw that the men on the ladders did not all slide down at the same time. There was a man that was eating oysters in the half shell. I can watch this many more times and just enjoy it tremendously. There are others like Newsies or Mary Poppins.  I like the happy endings and the good feelings from watching something with singing and music. And now I'm reviewing this situation. Thanks for an enjoyable evening Oliver.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Winter weather

I am sitting here watching the weather report. They are saying that we are now in a winter storm warning. There is a chance for up to 8 inches of snow depending where the storm tracks. Ugh. I just want to say that I am not a fan of snow, ice and cold weather. I would much rather be warm, drive in sunshine and see and hear the birds.

I think that as I have grown older I watch the weather more than I ever did in the past. I try to not let it concern me and in fact say that if the rock is wet, it is raining and if the rock is white, it is snowing and if it is hot and dry then the sun is shining. My son told me that if the rock is gone then it is windy. So true Gabriel. I have always felt that my husband was obsessed with the weather as he would make plans and then become very angry when it messed up his plans. He feels that the weathermenn are the best paid liars in the world.

When I was young I would go sledding with my brothers on the hill behind our house. They had two paths. The first went straight down the hill of which I usually used. The other went between some trees in a zig-zag pattern. They would light kerosene can lights and sled into the dark hours in the night. We would also make snowmen in the front yard every time it snowed. My own boys were much the same when they were young. They would play outside in the snow for hours building snow forts in the drifts or sledding through the apple trees.

I did enjoy this part of winter and don't remember being concerned with what was going to happen because of snow and ice. Perhaps that is because I didn't have to worry about driving on the ice or snow. I also didn't concern myself with how it affected my life. It is interesting how age changes our perspective of many things. Today it is the weather, tomorrow it will be something else but whatever it is I need to continue to look for the hot, dry rock. For me the sunshine brings smiles and ease to the challenges of growing older.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Sunday afternoon

     I love Sunday afternoons after church with the sun coming into the south windows. It is always a time when I think time stands still and I can get so much done, like sewing, reading or just watching a movie. As time goes on in the day reality comes into play and I think of all the things I should have done like some type of housework and suddenly the weekend is gone. Today I have chosen to do a little of that housework but reflect on my weekend as the sun tries to stream into the window.
     My family has always seemed to be busy on weekends. While the boys were young we were most certainly busy during the week with school and all of the activities. Weekends were a time to do things together like going to antique stores when they were really young or traveling to Anderson on an almost monthly basis to see my parents. It has now become a time when I enjoy getting together again with the family. Which brings me to a great Saturday.
     Yesterday was the birthday party for my youngest grand daughter. My son and his wife moved to Columbus, Indiana a little over a year ago from the south side of Indianapolis because that his where he works and her family lives. They also have a son that will be 3 in May. My daughter-in-law is a great mother and had everything decorated with pink and yellow including the little princess. Her parents, aunts and uncles, grandfather and cousins were there as well as my other two sons, another daughter-in-law and grand daughter. (I always hate the fact that my third daughter-in-law misses so much on the weekends because she works in the E.R at the local hospital.) My husband's brother and his wife also came from Noblesville area to join us.
     We found ourselves sitting around the living room talking as if we were old dear friends and laughing about how the boys would 'create' memories for today. My sister-in-law just repeated several time that she is glad that she did not have boys. I love this part of my life. I believe that God gave me these boys for a reason. He knows that I would accept their uniqueness, sense of humor, many activities and love for each other. I am not sure how I would have handled the drama of girls. My boys were taught to work hard and play with spirit. I am amazed at how they have grown into such responsible young men with wives and families of their own. I see this part of my life as one of my biggest blessings.
     I will leave you now with your Sunday Sunshine and hope you have time to stop and think about your blessings and thank the Lord for the great things He has done for you.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Long day but full of love.

It is now 8:30 in the evening and we are on our way home from our youngest grand daughter's first birthday. It was a wonderful day filled with family and love. It is going to be a late night getting home but I should have time to rest tomorrow. I will share more about my family as time goes on but not tonight as I am doing this with my husband's phone. Good night for now.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Day One

This is a first for me. A challenge from our writing coach to write something everyday so here goes. I began by asking my family for names for a blog because my friend told me that she would not help me unless I first had a name. I felt they know me best so needless to say I had some very interesting titles. A shout out for "Tales of Ms. Fitz" and "The Sewer" (this was nixed because someone might interpret it to be a smelly pit and not someone using a needle). Thank you Dina for the simple instructions to begin this adventure. Enough for now.