Saturday, March 11, 2017

45th Anniversary

Yesterday was our 45th wedding anniversary.  No, we didn't go on a trip, but then again maybe we did.  We took a long ride down memory lane.  We drove down May Avenue.............just drove down May Avenue and talked about some of the great places we shopped or ate back in the day.  I am sure the memories are much sweeter than the actuality at the time, but isn't that what memories are for............sweet memories--isn't that the name of the song?


As far back as our dating, we had fun exploring places. Saturdays were almost always out seeing what OKC had to offer.  Sadly, a lot of these places are no longer; French Market Mall, Continental Theater--actually almost all theaters have closed, Enchanted Doll, Glen's Hickory Inn, Tony's Via Roma, Captains Table, Shepherd Mall.......the list could go on and on.


Yesterday, we even walked through the old Crossroads Mall building.  We could spend hours there and not spend one dime.  Our babies turned to toddlers to children to teens there.  What fun............visiting Santa, window shopping...........people watching............enjoying our lives.  And did I mention, we didn't have to spend one dime there.


Sometime during our nostalgic day, I started second guessing our decision to stay at home for our celebration rather than go on a fantastic trip.  Were we making it special enough?  I even started worrying that the restaurant we chose for this special day wasn't going to be memorable enough.........."was it something to remember?" and that's when the hubby turned to be and said..............


"It's about us.  It's not about the restaurant.  It's not what we do on this day.  It's about us.  We are all we need--each other."  Oh he has a way of keeping me grounded.  I love him.  Happy 45th!


That's all I have.  I love you.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

March 7, 1939 Diary

Monday, March 7, 1938 -- Knitted on skirt this morning.  went to classes this afternoon.  Went to town at 4 o'clock.  Got reprints of Kodak pictures at studio.  Came home - played piano, knitted, helped Mother with dishes, put pictures in album.


Tuesday, March 7, 1939 --  Had my P.M.  Went over to see Grace 3 times today.  She seems much better.  Finished letter to Mother & Dad & mailed it.  Mailed baby set to Morton's.  Washed and set hair.  Tried on ne crocheted hat.  Really like it with my hair this way.  Class 12:30-1:30.  Study hall tonite.  Listened to radio.


Those are two entries on a diary I have just finished reading.  I found this diary about 3 years ago at a flea market, put it in a drawer and forgot about it.  While I was cleaning closets a couple weeks ago, I came across it and started thumbing through it.  It was so intriguing that I couldn't put it down.  Last Sunday night I finished it and must say, I was sorry it ended.  I learned so much about the time and what it was like during those two years for a young girl.  My mother was a year older than this young woman so I made lots of mental comparisons and wondered if Mother's life was anything like Cherrie's (diary writer). 


But that's not the end of the story.  We live in internet times and if you dig a little you can be your own sleuth.  We found that she went on to become a nurse at St. Anthony's, right here in the city.  In fact, St. Anthony's published an essay she wrote and it is on Ancestry.com. 


My plan is to transcribe this little diary for my own rereading, but to find her relatives to see if they might be interested in having the diary back.  I'm not sure if her own sons want it back, but I am hoping her niece does, the one who put information about her on the site.


In the next few days, I hope to tell you a few things I learned about how wonderful a simple life can be in a much simpler times........a time when setting out on the lawn visiting can be the highlight of one's week.


I love you.


As a bit of fun, I thought I'd tell you what it was like on:


March 7, 1963.  Dear Diary.  I - dishes.  Went to school.  We had National Honor Society practice last hour.  Cut some more on my dress.  Walked back.


March 7, 1964.  We worked today.  Saturday


March 7, 1965.  Went to church.  Went to Aunt Geneva's for dinner.  Dad let me take car to Prague.  Nancy, Joyce, Karen S. & I went.  Joyce was washing her car.  Nancy was helping.


I had first hand knowledge of these events.  Wink - wink!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

My Style

Again with the style............


Been looking for new spring style ideas for a woman my age and no place better than Pinterest.  I love to look at all the styles that folks have posted............some cute.............and some others, not so cute!  Nonetheless, a great place to get inspired.


I now realize that my style reflects the person I am around the most at the time.  For instance, if I am around my daughter, then I tend to dress as she does.  Jeans and a cute tee-shirt.  If I'm around one of my sisters, then I tend to wear or buy something they would like.  I think it all comes down to wanting someone to like what I wear and/or make a comment about the outfit, but a good comment.


After seeing what I like and pin on my Pinterest board, I see a common thread.  1) The model is thin.  2) The model is younger than me.  3) They are wearing high heels even with jeans or wearing really, really, really cute shoes.  4)  The handbag is very cute and most often a larger bag than I carry.  The bags look more high end.  5)  The jewelry is most often costume jewelry and on a larger scale than I wear.  6) They have a cute hair style and their makeup is impeccable.


Now some of these looks I can pull off by making certain modifications; i.e. lose weight, wearing cuter shoes, wearing costume jewelry.  I cannot make myself younger and I dare not tempt gravity by wearing high heels although if I have someone to take my arm, I might give it a go.  Still, after all these years, for my own personal well-being, I have to try to look good.  Still I am discovering my style.


That's all the news from the arm chair.  Hope you have a beautiful day.  Suppose to be 79 degrees in OKC.  Let's make that happen!


I love you.  

Monday, February 20, 2017

Off to See My Aunt

Good morning everybody.  Had my coffee and raring (is that the correct spelling?  No red underline so I guess it is.) to go. 


Have you ever had your day planned and suddenly realized you need to do something much more important.............that you'd (ok, I) forgotten?  Well seriously, I just realized that it is my aunt's birthday and not just any birthday........HER 102nd BIRTHDAY.  I doubt many of us will celebrate our own 102nd birthday so today I am going to celebrate hers.  My day has completely changed course, but without a doubt in my mind, it is going to be a much better day than I had planned at 8:00 this morning.  Yes, 15 minutes ago my plan was to work outside, BUT.....................


sometimes you just gotta (I got the red underline so I do know that gotta is not a word, but it fits my mood) change courses.


I love you and am off to see my aunt.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Rowenta Iron

I got something new yesterday.  A Rowenta Professional 1800 Watt Iron and I LOVE IT!  I've been ironing ever since. 


If you know me, you know that I love to iron especially if the iron is working perfectly; i.e. steaming and not leaking.  Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have to tell you that this iron STEAMS.  REALLY STEAMS.  In fact, so much steam that my glasses fog over.  An annoyance at times, but well worth the fog to have an iron that puts out STEAM.  This is one of the best QVC purchases I have ever made.  Although it is a little heavier than my old iron, I still give it 5 stars.


I have written about my ironing obsession several times in this blog.  It is a very calming task for me.  Today the house was cool so the steam from the iron was comforting and helped put a little moisture into this dry house.  I was so relaxed..............ironing, remembering back in the day, music playing from Pandora (have you tried Pandora OR Spotify?).  There is such satisfaction in freshly pressed garments and the smell is divine. 


Here's another ironing post.  Hope you enjoy it.


I love you.



Monday, February 6, 2017

An Afternoon at Sears

Hi friends,


The other day we had occasion to visit our local Sears store.  Wow, what a shock!  The Sears store remained open after the mall closed years ago.................but it DID hold on.  Even though it is still open today, the merchandise seems to slowly dwindling away.......the TVs had been moved to another store.  By the number of customers in the store today, they are slowly dwindling away, too.


Hand in hand, we were exploring the store when suddenly a lump formed in my throat.  We looked at each other and just smiled.  So many things are disappearing from our life.  We talked about a few; Service Merchandise--gone, Montgomery Ward--gone, Dillard's in the mall--gone, the whole mall--gone, Street's--gone, Across The Street--gone, Kip's--gone, Girlie Pancake House--gone, Trade--gone, Safeway--gone, Albertson's--gone--gone--gone--so many gone that it would take an hour to type them all, and now it looks like Sears may be going, going, gone soon, too. 


As we were remembering all the choices that have gone away, my hubby asks me if we have had a net gain or a net loss.  The stores and the restaurants we enjoyed together when our family was young are slowing dwindling away.  Trickling away so that we only have pleasant vague memories.  Still we have each other, holding hands, and remembering.  BUT the good news--we're still making memories.


I love you.   

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

A Day Too Late

Have you ever had money burning a hole in your pocket?  My grandsons sure do, but even their Nana does once in a while especially when I have a coupon.  Well..............I had a coupon!  A $10 off on a purchase of $10 or more.


So I put a reminder on my phone every hour on the hour last Sunday so that I don't miss the last day of the offer.  Finally after putting it off for three hours, off to the store I go..........feeling all giddy about finding something for nothing.  I even called my daughter on the way to see if she might join me, but alas.........she had other things to do...........can you believe she had better things to do?


Oh, I'm so happy, this is exciting..........shopping knowing my purchase would be free.  I had been in the store about 15 minutes when I realized I left the coupon in the car.  No biggie.  I will just make my selection, set it aside and run to the car to get it.  So I search...........but that watch is too much.  I look at the earrings, but do I really need another pair of earring?  Off to the clothes.........nothing that fit the price.  Let me explain what runs through my mind when I search for the perfect point between price and value.  You see, I don't want to spend more than $25 because there's also a $10 off a $25 purchase.  Using that coupon would mean I would still have the $10 off $10.  Not a good choice.........so I continue looking for that ideal purchase, trying to stay as close as $10 as possible.


Gosh, after 30 minutes in the store my mind begins to scramble.  What am I going to get?   And there is a chance I am a cheap snob, because nothing in that store was tempting me at any price.  Still I look....at the shoes...20 minutes in the men's department....in the boys aisle..........FINALLY after one solid hour, I find something.........not spectacular, but a little top for my granddaughter.......AND without her mother along to give me any advice.


So off I go, depositing my desired item on the counter explaining to the clerk I needed to get my coupon in the car.  Back to the clerk I went and we began our transaction.  AND THEN I SEE IT, right there on her computer.  COUPON REJECTED.  WHA??????  I spare her and ask her if the top was omitted from the coupon.  "No", she said, "it's out of date."  "Is today not the 28th"? I ask.  "No", she said.  Oh........................  I slink out of the store without a thing. 


That coupon was burning a hole in my pocket..........a day TOO late.


I love you. 

Friday, January 27, 2017

IF

We took a very impromptu trip yesterday and spent the night in Bartlesville, OK.  I needed to get out of town, to shake off winter, to get a breath of fresh air.  Back home tonight, but what a refreshing trip it was. 


As we were leaving Bartlesville this morning, someone told us to go to Dewey for a little antiquing---------a little was no lie.  There was very little, but we did find one little shop that peaked our interest--------something more than hoarded junk.  I looked over and saw a framed poem.  I'm always intrigued by framed words.  Well, I started to read it and was totally blown away.  For some reason this poem by Rudyard Kipling seemed to hit home.  There's a lot going on in this world that I am very unhappy and even sad about..............but these words written in 1895, first published in 1910 "Rewards and Fairies" (I assume that to be a magazine) seemed to ease me.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.


If
by Rudyard Kipling, 1895

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch - and - toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them:  "Hold On!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kinds - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more -- you'll be a Man, by Son!  

Just a little side note:  45 years ago when we were dating, my husband quoted me poetry under the stars on my back stoop of my duplex.  Today, he quoted the first few lines of this poem................He's still got it!  And, by the way, that framed poem is now in my possession.  Now I have to find just the place for it.

I love you.


 

Monday, January 16, 2017

Fruit Salad Pie


Good morning folks.


This morning I received a little surprise.  A pie recipe from way back...........a much simpler time or so it seems to me.  It is my grandmother's recipe for a Fruit Salad Pie.  She had shared the recipe with Toots Wyatt so the recipe card is in Toots' handwriting.  I love that Toots wrote a note that it was from her aunt, and the note about the ice box is precious.  I heard that term much more than refrigerator back in the day.

In the future I'm not sure how many of us will have a connection to our mothers/fathers in this visual way...their handwriting.  We get most of our recipes off the internet in one fashion or another.  I can't remember the last time I shared a handwritten recipe.  Just sent them the link.  We hardly ever send cards, and if we do they often have an imprinted name instead of a signature.  When was the last time we/our younger generation even wrote out a check?  If I do happen to see a note that my daughter has written, it is most often printed............certainly not cursive.   

Cursive.....another subject.  Nowadays cursive is only taught as an option.  Back in my day, (I hate to keep using this term because it defines me as elderly, but "back in my day") we couldn't wait to learn cursive because it was another step to being a grownup.  Big people wrote in cursive and once we decoded that secret writing, we could be privy to all sorts of things............like Santa's list.  And at 8 years old, who doesn't want to see Santa's list?

So Bob, thanks for sharing your mother's handwriting, thank you for Grandma's pie recipe, but most importantly, thank you for a quiet memory of them both this morning.  One thing I remember about this pie is how fast it can get "yucky".  Better eat it fast because those bananas are not a pretty sight the next day.

Enjoy your day, folks.

Handwriting must be an issue close to my heart because I have written several posts about it.  Here are a couple.








Friday, January 13, 2017

Peaceful Rest Tonight

Have you ever wanted to move somewhere where one couldn't get internet service?  Do you ever find yourself just fed up with the whole internet/social media process?  Do you ever want to never see a newscast again?


Just the other day I saw a picture of a long, long road in the middle of Somewhere, USA.  You could tell it was summer, and there were mountains in the background so it must have been taken in Colorado or New Mexico.  I have been on many isolated, lonely roads in both states and often wondered what it would be like to live out there; no internet service.  Lonely?  Maybe.  I would like to try though.  I would like to be away from the chaotic clutter of all the discord out there in the world today; the discord that clutters my mind.  Yeah, I'd like to try for one full year...............away....................


Okay, I might not build a cabin in the middle of nowhere, but there are times when I go back.............back to the middle of mom and dad's pasture where the only thing I had to worry about were the stinging nettles.  No noise except a cow mooing or the caw of a blackbird.  Back when times were gentler and people were nicer.  You knew your neighbors were not much different from you.  You knew they had the same values.  We could relate.  We could leave our doors unlocked and each night was filled with peaceful rest, not worrying about what is going on in the world.  Good night my sweet dreams.  I am going to try and capture peaceful rest tonight.


I love you.





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