As promised I now present a piece written by Cindy that appeared in Aftermath 21 a high school publication in 1990.
Loving You
To love you like I do means so much.
It means shy smiles, long walks, and time together.
It means tears, heartache, and pain.
But most of all it means loving you and only you forever.
Cindy Jenkins
I’ll be posting another piece she wrote for this publication later.
A few days ago I received this book in the mail from Mrs. Dof. She included a little note saying how as she read it she thought of us. The narrator is 11 years old about the age of my grandson. The story is Fig Pudding by Ralph Fletcher.
As I started reading the book Jay said if there is a recipe in there lets make it up and send it to Diane. Well sorry to say there was no recipe. So Diane I couldn’t make the pudding besides I don’t have the secret ingredient needed to make it the best pudding ever. I do send my thank you for a delightful little book. I will pass it on through the family with instructions that it go to Dakota last.
At all our family parties
In the spring and in the fall.
We’d have a potluck dinner.
There was food for all.
At the center of the table
Sat a celebrated bowl.
Just one of our traditions,
It was Aunt Jane’s casserole.
No clue to what was in it.
‘Twas her secret recipe.
Folks asked us when they ate it,
“What on earth can this stuff be?”
My dad said it was possum,
Uncle Billy tasted coal.
They both took time to warn me,
“Don’t eat Aunt Jane’s casserole.”
My mother claimed it was fishy,
As she hid a bite in foil.
When I finally tried it,
I remembered castor oil.
The preacher came one springtime.
Said a prayer condemning sin.
Then had a heaping helping
And did not come back again.
Aunt Jane would stand there asking,
“Have you tried it on a roll?”
As the family all avoided
Aunt Jane’s casserole.
Aunt Jane is no longer with us.
Bless her heart and rest her soul.
Her hallowed spot’s remembered,
There we place an empty bowl.
The recipe went with her.
Soon again to take it’s toll.
It will be the talk of Heaven:
Aunt Jane’s casserole.
Another Gem from good friend Pam!
Found on Silver Fox Whispers—This Is my Life Path Number.
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Your Life Path Number is 6 |
 Your purpose in life is to help others You are very compassionate, and you offer comfort to those around you. In love, you offer warmth and protection to your partner. You often give too much of yourself, and you rarely put your own needs first. |
Loved the following gem from Pam and had to share it with you! Enjoy, momma
Energizer Bunny arrested – charged with battery.
A pessimist’s blood type is always b-negative.
Practice safe eating – always use condiments.
A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother.
Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded.
Marriage is the mourning after the knot before.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
Corduroy pillows are making headlines.
Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome?
Sea captains don’t like crew cuts.
Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor.
Without geometry, life is pointless.
When you dream in color, it’s a pigment of your imagination.
Reading while sunbathing makes you well-red.
A man’s home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
Dijon vu – the same mustard as before.
When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I.
A bicycle can’t stand on its own because it is two-tired.
What’s the definition of a will? (Come on, it’s a dead giveaway!)
A backwards poet writes inverse.
In democracy your vote counts. In feudalism, your count votes.
A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
If you don’t pay your exorcist, you get repossessed.
With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
Show me a piano falling down a mineshaft, and I’ll show you a flat minor.
When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.
The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum
Blownapart.
You feel stuck with your debt if you can’t budge it.
Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
He often broke into song because he couldn’t find the key.
Every calendar’s days are numbered.
A lot of money is tainted. It t’aint yours and it t’aint mine.
A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
Once you’ve seen one shopping center, you’ve seen a mall.
Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine.
When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she’d dye.
Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.
Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.
Acupuncture is a jab well done.
Two days ago the new cage for my African Grays arrived. It was a deal between husband and I. He wanted a lawn sweeper to pull behind the tractor when he had the mower deck on. I found a double cage on sale for 50 per cent off which made it roughly the same price as the lawn sweeper. It was agreed I could order the cage and we would go to Tractor Supply and buy the sweeper. So the lawn sweeper went to the garage where Jay has been working on putting it together. He finished it today and it is in the shed waiting for the snow to go and the grass to grow.
Monday he helped me put the new cage together and I transferred Spirit and Echo to it. I cleaned up the old cage on Monday night and it stayed in the utility room until today when Jay and I carried to the mud room in the basement area for storing until summer when we can use it outside. The new cage is a double in a platinum color. Echo is in the bottom cage but it is a little higher off the floor so she can watch the proceedings in the room. She had a little problem getting used to her seed dish being up by a perch after years of having it on the floor of the cage. But I held the dish out to her a couple of times so she could see where her seeds were now and then placed the dish in the holder. ( Being blind in one eye she has difficulty adapting to new surroundings but she has it down now). Spirit is in the other cage on top and asking for apple and crackers like nothing has changed.
Today I washed cage covers and did a little sewing on the old large cage cover . It was a simple job to make it fit the new cage. On a roll I did an additional two loads of laundry including the bedding. Everything is all washed, dried, folded and put away.
After that thanks to the Schwan’s man I played ‘Nanook of the Norge’ and we had Pork Egg Rolls, Shrimp Scampi, a lettuce and tomato salad, and a small dish of Triple Berry fruit for supper. We opened a jar of plum sauce Jay had canned last year to dip our egg rolls in. Amazing how quickly you can put a meal together when cooking from frozen.
I took a break from knitting my next project to check in with you but now it is calling me to get started again so I’ll say good night and see you later!
So look outside at the wind!
Old man Winter has just blown in again!
You go to bed with brown on the ground.
When daylight comes it’s white all around.
Yep you guessed it Michigan’s my home.
In 70 years I have never roamed.
Or lived in a warm place in the winter.
Even through my blood gets thinner.
I’ll hobble through snow and slip on the ice.
Don’t know any better so don’t think twice.
About changing the place this old gal stays.
Lived this long and won’t change my ways!
An emotional day today. We went to say goodbye to a co-worker from years back. We were there when she and her husband met in the office where we worked. We watched as they fell in love. When they married we were happy for them. Then we moved on into other jobs or retired. Two years ago we saw them again at a picnic that members of the Service Evaluation System office put together. We met their two children and were happy to see them. Last year we got together again. Then we received word that Jennie had died a couple of days ago at the age of 49. A good mother who was very involved with her children’s activities and her church. The marriage lasted for 19 years and as their vows stated it lasted until death do we part.
Goodbye Jennie . Rest in peace.
A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and
visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about marriage,
about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the
mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a
clear, sober glance upon her daughter.
“Don’t forget your Sisters,” she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the
bottom of her glass. “They’ll be more important as you get older. No
matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the
children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to
go places with them now and then; do things with them.
“Remember that ‘Sisters’ means ALL the women… your girlfriends, your
daughters, and all your other women relatives too.
“You’ll need other women. Women always do.”
‘What a funny piece of advice!’ the young woman thought. ‘Haven’t I just
gotten married? Haven’t I just joined the couple-world? I’m now a married
woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband and the family we
may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!’
But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and
made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after
another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what
she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their
mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life.
After more than 50 years of living in this world, here is what I’ve learned:
THIS SAYS IT ALL:
Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don’t do what they’re supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT………
Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are
between you.
A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by
yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley’s rim, cheering
you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf,
and waiting with open arms at the valley’s end.
Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you.
Or come in and carry you out.
Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters,
sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and
extended family, all bless our life!
The world wouldn’t be the same without women, and neither would I.
When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the
incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.
Nor did we know how much we would need each other.
Every day, we need each other still.
Pass this on to all the women who help make your life
meaningful.
So Kathleen has past this on to me and now my Sisters I share it with you.
A weekend visit and an early birthday. Les, Anne, and Courtney were up this weekend to work on my printer and visit. We took the occasion to bake Anne an early birthday cake and give her the sweater I’ve made for her.
Les found the printer needed to go back to the company and they will send out a new one to replace it because it was still under warranty. He has been rebuilding a new unit for upstairs but needs to re stage it. So he will try to get back out next week end to finish installation on both systems. During this time the girls read their respective books so it was a kind of quiet visit.
I got a few more tips and short cuts to help my daily visits on the web. I hope my poor little mind can retain them!
I think I will take Jay out for a quick sandwich for lunch now. See you later!!!!