Monday, July 21, 2014

Laundry

Who knew that something so simple that actually takes more work, could make me so happy.
I adore my clothesline!
 
A Clothesline Poem (Anonymous)A clothesline was a news forecast, to neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link, for neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by to spend a night or two.
For then you’d see the “fancy” sheets and towels upon the line.
You’d see the “company tablecloth” with intricate design.
The line announced a baby’s birth, from folks who lived inside
As brand-new infant clothes were hung, so carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could so readily by known;
By watching how the sizes changed, you’d know how much they’d grown!
It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too haphazardly were strung.
It also said, “Gone on vacation now,” when lines hung limp and bare.
It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged with not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned upon, if wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows, and looked the other way…
But clotheslines now are of the past, for dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home is anybody’s guess!
I really miss that way of life - it was a friendly sign;
When neighbors knew each other best by what hung on the line.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Truism

May you respond
to difficulty
with a
  G
entle
and
Quiet   Spirit

Friday, July 18, 2014

Simple Joys

I was talking to someone recently and they commented that with technology as it is, the next generation will never know the feeling of finding a long forgotten box of photos. 
Case in point.
 
This was in Fossil. Oregon. 
 If we tried to recreate this dog pile,  the bottom guy would not survive.


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Laugh Out-Loud Commercial.

I went to see the movie America: Imagine the World Without Her with my parents a couple weeks agoery well done, by the way). 
Anyway, this commercial was with the previews and I loved it! 
Take a peek.


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Gift of Memories

Shortly after we were married, my sister and brother in law gave us a house warming gift that has continued to bless us in the many years since.
The inscription they wrote inside says,
"May this book serve as a reminder of all the loved ones who enter your home and your lives".
When ever we have friends or family over for a meal or celebration, they add to this.
 In the 23 years that have followed, we have messages from far and wide.
Some are no longer with us. 
Some have gone separate ways. 
Some remind of us a wayward Vodka Sauce that ended up in every crevice of our kitchen cupboards.
We recently had friends over and when they opened the book to immortalize the evening, it was discovered that someone had written a poem in the middle of empty pages. 
Upon further investigation, we located two more. 
 Now, we only know one person in our lives who writes Beatnik Poetry and it seems that for a couple years, she added these to be found later on. 
One is dated 2005 and the other 2006.

 Karie...you made our evening.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Will I Never Learn?

I did it again.
I requested books at the library that all came in at the same time. 
The librarian mentioned bringing a wagon.
Sheesh!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sunday Truism

We have been receiving quite a few telemarketers recently. 
I try not to be rude to them since they are working for a living and I appreciate that. 
Dinnertime, before 8 in the morning or after 8 in the evening make me cranky though.
Last week, I received one in the afternoon that ALMOST had me buying whatever it was they were selling.
As I answered the phone, a cheerful voice with a southern drawl exclaimed,
 
"You are home! 
You are harder to reach than the last pickle in the pickle jar!"
 
 
Made me smile!