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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

We have a B-A-B-Y ....

Our grandson was born at 1:59 pm today.
Big feet, big toes, big fingers. 8 pounds 10 ounces.

Update : Photo
Buttercup and Baby Brother

Monday, May 26, 2008

Repeat of Last Years Memorial Day Tribute

This is last year's post for Memorial Day. I just wanted to revisit it.

(Fun Monday is below this

We drove through the foothills today into the Blue Mountains. The gusting wind rolled like waves through the lush wheat fields and crested in the sun light.

As the mountain road changes from paved to gravel it ascends into switchbacks that slice through rock-filled ravines and open meadows. The blustery air followed us up the crooked path. The tamaracks and pine trees whispered and moaned. The aromatic scents of wildflowers mixed with pollen and dust to tickle our noses.

Our original goal for this afternoon jaunt was to utilize our permit to harvest rocks that have rolled into the roadway. The landscape around our pond and the waterfall feature has yet to be completed. One of those ‘always in progress’ tasks.

However, my attention kept drifting from rock viewing to the symphony of sounds and smells. The blessings of living in a beautiful place and sharing it with those that I love felt overwhelming. My emotions climbed with the terrain.

I saw the Memorial Day events listed in the Sunday morning paper. I felt guilty that honoring those who served and sacrificed was not in our Monday plans.

As a result, I took a few moments away from the hunt to remember.

Three of our grandchildren’s Dad is in the Air Force. He will be returning to the Middle East this fall for his third tour. He is no longer my son-in law. However, those little faces that I love, love him.

Alex, you are in my prayers.

Prior to our meeting, my husband served four years in the late sixties as a submariner. His dress whites are in a storage box. Pictures of his “Boats” hang at the end of the hallway.

Hubby, you were a handsome sailor. I love you.

The army drafted my youngest brother, a conscientious objector, about the same year. I was in high school and cried as he reported for duty and climbed into the waiting bus. The nightly news was all about Vietnam. Nick was one of the lucky ones who stayed in the States. He never carried a gun, but served in a medic position. He became a respiratory therapist after his stint was complete. Billy, my cousin, lived with us his last year of high school before the army drafted him. He was wounded in Vietnam when he stepped on a land mind while carrying a comrade off the battlefield. He died of unrelated causes

My eldest brother graduated from College in the late fifties and received his “Greetings”in 1958. “The White Coats” in Maryland was his military family. They were eager to use Ron's
degree in Biochemistry.

Big brothers, - You made our family proud.

The hubby’s dad (1925-2002) was yet a teen when assigned to a sub chaser in the South Seas during World War II. That is why he was still young enough for call back during the Korean Conflict. In 2001, I asked him to share his story at our Memorial Day Barbecue. The hubby and his sister heard their father’s narrative for the first time that day. His memoirs included the execution of his favorite cousin who was a prisoner of war. The handwritten pages smeared by his tears are neatly folded and stored. It will be a post on my blog some day. Two of my mom’s brothers, George and Wilmer, served in World War II. One was in the European theater. They are both gone, and as far as I know their experiences with them. Gram's cousin Victor was entombed in the USS Arizona in Pearl Harbor on that fateful December 7.

You were indeed -The Greatest Generation.

Tecumseh, my dad’s 23-year-old brother, died of pneumonia while serving in World War I. Dad spoke of him with quiet admiration.

Uncle Tecumseh, I knew you because dad told me about you. Now my kids will know about you, too.

During the Civil war, Typhoid fever killed my maternal Great Grandfather George. My paternal Great Grandfather Elisha, lost his arm in battle. Great Great Grandfather Ambrose on the hubby’s side was a cavalry soldier in that uncivil War, as well. He returned home safely. You can read about them in my post One Wore Blue.

You men came home and mended a broken nation.
May your sacrifices and forgiveness remind us about unity and greater good.

The Revolutionary War included my Great Great Great Great Great Grandfather Titus Travis, who was on the “Muster Roll of New York Provincial Troops,” and his son George, with four greats. George escaped after capture by the Redcoats. Through your commitment I am a "Daughter of The Revolution."

Thousands of children are your descendants. Thousands more have arrived here to share in the dreams that you had. I like to think my grandson has your smile.

Fun Monday - A vacation I remember

RDH Mom, as todays host, says : Vacations...this is the time of year when most of us go on vacations. Show us and/or tell us about your favorite vacation - where you went, what you did, etc. Pictures would be great. Let's all take a trip around a the world via our FM friends!!

One of my favorite weekends - EVER - found us with all three of our girls and their families at the Oregon Coast.

This is where we stayed - an Inn built on the cliffs with an elevator to the beach. (Click on the photo, which is from their website, to get more information - or make reservations!)

Below is the view from our deck.

This photograph reminds me how the breeze teased our lovely daughters hair and tickled our noses with the aromatic scents of the beach. The grandkids couldn't wait to ride the elevators down and get their shovels in the sand.

Cooking was not our responsibility -- so we got to enjoy each other without worrying about who was on the clean up crew.I had a broken leg. Buttercup was 10 days old!! Divorces force one to blur some memories.

When the sun sets at the beach - you know that the waves will lull all to a restful sleep.

I can't think of anything I would rather do than go to the coast with the people I love.

Thank you Alison, for allowing me these moments of reflection.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Are there more out there?

Sometimes I forget when people tag me with MeMes. Sometimes I forget to put the half-n-half back in the fridge before I leave for work.

Eventually I spit out both. Like today. (Yes, it was sour.)

Back in time Burnett's Urban Etiquette tagged me to write my memoirs in six words or less. I've waited so long to respond that James has moved away... to a blog that is a more "formal" part of the newspaper. He writes for The Miami Herald. (He's a great writer, too!)

So -- my life story in six words. "I think I can do it." Not really. That was my response when he handed me this assignment. Here is the real one:

"I want to do it over."


This stems from a lifelong dissatisfaction with all my first attempts. Possibly originating with my order of birth.

As the youngest of eight, I always knew someone older and wiser would respond to my pleas for help or advice. My older siblings came along and cleaned up my messes or took over my half finished projects.

It is tough to enter the family chain of command at the bottom. Everything has already been done, and done better than you can do it (at least in the eyes of the youngest.)

So...no...I'm never happy with the first product of my efforts. I also admit to rejecting many of the redoes.

This admission leads to a second MeMe handed to me by Karina. She is an entertaining writer that juggles three blogs, Candid, Cafe, and Creative, and works full time. I bet she does everything right the first time.

Here is her request: Six Random Things About You. (Me, actually)

Obviously the first one we just covered.

(1) I never get things right the first time. But I digress.

(2) I buy the more expensive soft toilet tissue. Believe me (refer to #1) when I say I have tried all the others.

(3) I balance my checkbook to the penny and I straighten out the edges of all my paper money and turn the faces all the same direction. BUT,

(4) I don't where I set my glasses or took off my shoes.

(5) Yellow roses. (No red, thank you very much)

(6) I do not watch horror movies. I get anxious, my palms become clammy, and my stomach churns to the point of nausea. So if you insist on my presence - bring a bucket.

You may think this post is tame. Argh. Maybe I didn't get it right. Or, I already wrote all the juicy stuff during the past two years. The random meme just keeps showing up like a bad penny. (If you are interested in my previous confessions, you may find them in my side bar labels under TAGS.)

If you haven't already posted this meme - take a few minutes and write your memoir or some egotistical random trivia. (Then, Email me when your post is up. )

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Pollen Jock

Canon Rebel XTI

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Monday, May 19, 2008

Fun Monday -- Collections

Mariposa is todays Fun Monday hostess with the mostest (collections.) Visit her HERE.
Canon Rebel May 18, 2008
What I would LIKE to collect.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Future Hedwig

Squeaky noises emitted from the huge maple trees that shade our back yard. I knew early last week that it was the same sounds heard three years ago when two screech owls raised their tiny duo in the tree tops.

One parent appeared at dusk in recent weeks. My neighbor, Myrna, joined me on Friday night to watch the small owl glide between the branches, calling in muted tooo-tooo-tooo-toots. We saw a dead rodent dangle from its beak, and heard the delighted response of a little one as it received an evening meal.

Saturday afternoon the distressed cries of the baby drew me to the fence. It may have fallen from the protection of its nest. (I put up an owl box last year - but it was claimed early on by the rascally starlings.)

There it was - the baby--at the base of the 100 plus year old maple tree.

I ran for my camera and hoped that there were no cats, crows, or magpies also attracted by its distress.

When I returned, the fledgling was climbing the tree. I appointed myself photography and protector and stood by.

Several times it flapped wings - but always held tightly to the bark with its talons.

A curious magpie lighted nearby as the owlet rested from a hard-struggled 20 feet of trunk. The long tailed black and white birds have a reputation for stealing and eating eggs and fledglings.

My flailing arms distracted the hunter. As did my shrieking and yelling "YOU GO AWAY YOU NASTY OLD MAGPIE!" (Even though I know their babies have to eat, too.)

Suddenly, the parent owl swooped between trees and made its presence known.

The magpie retreated.

After dark I cooled off in the hammock by the pond.

Soon, the sounds of the owls discussing their nightly details echoed over the quiet music of our little waterfall. I was relieved.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Round Robin Photo Challenge - Wooden

The Round Robin Photo Challenge this week is Wooden.

Kiva, who authors the blog, "Eclectic Granny" chose the subject. She said: Merriam Webster defines the word "wooden" as: 1. made or consisting of wood. 2. lacking ease or flexibility, awkwardly stiff (e.g., wooden performer, a wooden speech). A picture of John Wooden or anyone named Wooden qualifies.

Our White Birch Tree, which is very much wooden, intrigues us with the designs in its bark. They are made by the natural peeling and striping that is peculiar to the beautiful birch family.

I see two wooden penguins frolicking on an icy wooden skid to a wooden sea in this etching. Wooden you?

All the participants are listed at Round Robin. Visit each one for a great Saturday morning visual delight.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Sagging Naturally

I don’t understand the appeal of Collagen injected lips.

When a recent Dancing With The Stars contestant took to the floor, I was reminded of Batman’s great nemesis, The Joker. Then today I saw a recent photo of one of the Vegas Stars. Her lips were so engorged that her cupid bow flat lined and her smile was dead. As unnatural as a pregnant frog.

I am reminded of childhood games, when we stretched our eyes, cheeks, and lips through the most extreme contortions. I was quite often the winner of silly face competitions with my impression of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. (I can still do it.)

Some of today’s celebrated faces would put my creation to shame with the twisted looks they’ve fashioned with Botox, Collagen, and Lifts.

The female celebrities aren’t the only ones that give me pause to gasp.

Just the other day I leaned over in my usual head down manner to blow dry my hair. I made a turn just in time to observe my jowls, cheeks, eyelids, and eyebrows respond to the unfortunate call of Gravity. The skin around every feature in my upside down face extended upwards towards the floor.

“Oh My GOD,” I shrieked. “I’m Wayne Newton!”

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Wordless Wednesday -Will You Still Feed Me


Wordless Wednesday - Will you Still Feed me When I'm 64

Oregon Zoo Lorakeets - photo by my daughter Amanda - Canon Power Shot

Wordless Wednesday headquarters are here!

Friday, May 09, 2008

CYBER SHOWER For My Daughter

The beautiful and talented Swampwitch is hosting a Cyber Baby Shower today!
I'm very excited about it because the mother-to-be happens to be my daughter Karmyn, the author of Dreaming What Ifs.... Swampy is inviting you and I'm seconding the motion! Find a lovely gift out here in cyber space - remember money is no issue when your imagination is your credit card. Post your cyber gift and link to Swampwitch.

Here is my gift to my eldest -- what she really wants most of all. A MAID SERVICE.

Click on the Picture and you will find the Merry Maids are world wide. They are even available in the town where Karmyn lives.

So hon -- sit back, put up your belly, and let these two do everything today!

Now --go get a pedicure!

(P.S. Karmyn also has a "guess" contest up at her blog. Date and Time of the baby's arrival. Get your crystal ball out and take a couple of cleansing breaths and push out a prediction. Get over there and leave it in a comment.)

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Silver Streak to the past

Canon Powershot

Other Wordless Wednesday presenters are signed up HERE!

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Message in a Bottle

Brand Spankin' New Blogger, Rose, of Rose's Garden tagged me for this MeMe that I've seen circulating.

I think someone else may have tagged me, too. (Remind me if it was you so I can link to you here. Sorry, I'm leaking memories.)

Here are the Rules: You are about to send a virtual Message In a Bottle across the Blog Ocean. Leave a message in the sand or on the bottle. Write anything you wish. Be a pirate or a poet. Serious or silly. Anonymous or not.
What message would you like to send out to the universe?

Here it is:

There were lots of other rules, too. But, aren't rules made to be broken? Rose has them at her place so please visit her blog -- say hello and welcome her to the sphere - and check out how the meme truly works.

Today I helped the hubby fix a section of our backyard fence that was hanging on splinters. The little neighbor boy, Kadon, thought having a big hole in the fence was the best thing since sliced bread. (Not that he knew there was anything but.)

Kaden played on our hammock while we ( I use we loosely) hammered and repaired cedar fencing. Then, his dad decided to help because he is big and strong and all that.

So I got to play with the kid until his mom called him in for lunch.

Surprise! He didn't want to go home!

I watched in amazement as she chased him through our patio and over the bridge and around the little pond. It is exactly the same circle our grand kids enjoy running around and giggling until they make me dizzy.

Finally his dad had to run the other direction and scoop him up. He promised Kaden that he could come over again next weekend when we repair the next section.

(I forgot to tell him I couldn't play next Saturday because I'm going to go see Curlymop in Portland.)

Hey! In the event you would like to post your message to the world I've been kind enough to add the original empty bottle here for you. I encourage you to copy and use with your Message in a Bottle post.

Ps. Let me know if you post the meme.

Friday, May 02, 2008


It’s a gulag.

At first one is held captive by fascination.

(So many blogs - So little Time)

Then freedom is bound by technical ignorance.

There it sits. Wires, blinking lights.

The Mother of all Boards.

(The hubby got it running- hopefully until we can replace it. Then he said he is so tired of the problems that he's ready to buy me a MAC.)