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History in Fabric


History – we all have one, but some are clearer and deeper than others. We have ancestors which we look like. We have stories we’ve heard countless time from parents, grandparents and others. We may live in family homes passed from generation to generation. And yet some of us live with mystery for history. I’m finding that the more I learn and understand my history, the more I am aware of myself – big things and tiny nuances come into focus.

My history is quite short though, having been adopted. I actually have two threads – one that goes back to my birth family where I have very little information. And a second thread that weaves through my “real” family – the ones who raised me. That is the family that I relate to the most. Those are the stories I can almost recite having heard them at the feet of my grandparents.

Bernard's Wedding QuiltEven with this dual history I find that I really don’t have any items in my home that belonged to anyone further back than an aunt or grandparent. Those that I have, I truly cherish. One of my favorites is a quilt that I have had tucked away. It’s been displayed off and on over the years in my various homes. I’m delighted to have pulled it back out this week and can see it every day again. This quilt was a wedding gift for my grandparents, Jule & Mabel Bernard. They are the couple that changed my life. It started when they would take me and my siblings out of the orphanage for “friends of the orphans day”. Eventually, I was adopted by their daughter when she married. I was able to keep them in my life as grandparents. They blessed me in so many ways.  Having this quilt that they received on their wedding day means so much to me. I don’t use it, although it is in pristine condition. But I love it for all that it stands for. It’s bold. It’s satin. And it’s symbolic of a love that lasted a lifetime. It’s also a touch-point for me to my history. I’m blessed to still have my grandmother. She’s 93 and not able to get out anymore. But she still remembers the stories. Here’s a picture of my quilt, displayed with pictures of my grandparents, parents, and my kids. When I see it, I can remember the fun times we had together. I can remember my history.

What is the most precious treasure you have from your history? I’d love to see a picture if you have one.

Remember and be blessed!

Little Angel Abby


15984_10200119711252767_96737377_nUnfortunately in life, it becomes so easy to forget the simple little miracles and memories that are part of being around a baby. It’s been so many years since my kids were little. They are grown and making their own lives in the world. I am ever so proud of who they are becoming and the people they are choosing to bring into their journey with them.

IMAG0234And even though I enjoy who they are today, I do sometimes try to recall the details of their infancy. In so many ways it seems like just a short time ago, and yet the mind only remembers their lives in flashes and snapshots. I wish I could watch the movies I took when they were small but unfortunately those tapes were accidentally taped over years ago. That was a stunning loss and I never got back into the habit of filming them. Now, I wish I had.  And so I look at pictures and try to recall the details – how they sounded, the smell of their sweet little heads, their smiles, and the good and silly things they did along the way. Those two children have been the delight of my existence and my greatest gift to the world. (And I know yours have been that for you as well.)

Today I was finally well enough to get a chance to spend some quality time with my newest little niece, Abby. Oh she’s an adorable little angel! It was a pleasure to feel the weight of her tiny body in the crook of my arm as she fell asleep. I giggled at her ever-changing expression while she was in dreamland. To hear that tiny little voice give a cry to shake off the hiccups and coo a bit here and there was a treat for my heart.

There is nothing better than the emerging expression of a new little human being awakening to the world around them. They are full of wonder and unbridled potential. Just being in the presence of this sweet little angel brought a sense of awe to my heart. I am blessed.

I pray you be blessed too!

It’s the Little Things


I’ve always believed that it’s the little things in life that make the day-to-day living memorable. Yes, big vacations or life altering events are remembered and are captured in film and talked about. But those are far and few between. They mark time. But they are not really part of the ebb and flow of every day living.

What I’m talking about are the things that happen in a flash – some spontaneous and some planned that give us daily pleasures. Here’s some little things that have made my life’s list of silly little pleasures:

> When I was about 5 my big brother used to hold my hand and walk me along the really long driveway at the orphanage until he found the “perfect” spot to lay in the grass and watch the clouds. We would look for animals and shapes and daydream about a future outside the orphanage. He would tell me stories of how he was going to ride a bike really fast past the gates and “escape”. Then he’d sneak back at night and climb the balcony to help me get away too. He was sweet, protective, and always dreaming up ways to save me.

> When I was about 9 I remember playing Monopoly with my next door neighbor. It was the game that never ended. We kept coming back to it for several days. It’s a fond memory of my neighbor and one of the reasons to this day that I never want to play Monopoly.

> As a young adult, I remember fondly the time my friend and I went to a double feature movie on a Friday night.  We got the giggles in the middle of the 2nd movie and thankfully were in an almost empty theater. We did get some looks but then finally the other patrons started giggling too. We were out so late we got slap happy and started another fit of giggles at home. We laughed so long and hard I actually started to hyperventilate. While meaningless in the grand scheme it is one of my favorite memories with her.

> When heading to one of my friend’s home after a girl’s dinner out we saw a rainbow – well actually what we saw was where the rainbow ended in a field in front of her condo complex. It was the only time I’ve ever seen where a rainbow ends and I slammed on the brakes to see it. What a beautiful sight and one I’ll long remember.

None of these are anything “special” and yet they are some of my fondest, most precious memories of these friends. I know you can think of a million examples from your own life. My friend Patricia always shares how she begins her day saying: “What glorious, joyous surprise does God have in store for me today.” I think that’s the best way to start a day and a really wonderful way to bring attention to the “little things” that are some of our greatest blessings.

Count your big and little blessings and watch them multiply!

Auspicious Occasion!


It is with great joy that I share some news with you today. We are celebrating the auspicious occasion of the 100th birthday of the Oreo cookie. Ah, the joys of the Oreo! In America, it is a childhood staple, nay, a deep-seeded tradition. I know it is an international sensation now as well.

We all know very well the ritual associated with the eating of it. First, you must twist the two chocolate layers apart. Second you eat the delicious vanilla cream filling in the middle. Lastly, is the dunking ritual with a big glass of milk. Just the thought of this makes me smile and remember good childhood moments – including sneaking a few extras from the cookie jar when Mom wasn’t looking. Yes, sorry to say, I had thievery in my heart as a child. Luckily cookie theft is not punishable by law.

To those who know and love the Oreo – today is the perfect day to abandon your diets and get a treat. And now there are so many options to tickle your fancy, from:  classic, double stuff, mint, chocolate, and the list goes on. There’s even Oreo cake snacks and ice cream treats. Yum!!!

Happy Birthday Oreo, dear friend! May you live to delight my grandchildren some day!

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Sing it loud and proud …


I’m a firm believer that the music makes the man/woman. And for some reason I have the music of my childhood running through my head. So instead of waxing sentimental I think I’ll just share.

So here’s some music from the man who was supposed to be my husband (or so I thought when I was 12 – seems no-one told him). Donny Osmond (dramatic swoon…..)

And here’s to the boy who could dance and sing, Michael.

My Grandpa taught me how to slow dance when I was a young girl.  This one’s for you Pop!

My Mom and I used to clean the house to music to make it go faster. I know every word to every Bobby Vinton song so I had to include one of them.  Grab a rag and let’s sing with Bobby …

My Aunt was more “hip” and I’d hang out with her and listen to the 3 Dog Night. Love you Aunt Debbie!

My little sister would serenade me all the time with this song. We still joke about it and I can’t help but smile when I hear it. You light up my life Tammi!

And when I met the “bad boy” of my grade school and knew I could help save him from himself. I would day-dream to this tune. Oh how funny I was back then – so this one’s for S.F.

And for my true first love, you know who you are and this was the song … :-)

Ok, that’s enough of a walk down musical memory lane. I hope your day is full of songs that make you happy! Be blessed!

You’re gonna put your eye out!


Wow, I think that humongous full moon is making me all wonky this week! Have you seen it? It’s huge and luminous and gorgeous. Makes me think I’ll put my eye out with its sheer presence. It’s also swinging my emotions from left to right and giving me whiplash on the way.

Particularly I’ve noticed how sentimental I am these days. I find myself drawn to movies of times gone by and feeling nostalgic for decades before I was born.  I long for the days when time was slower and we connected with people in order to while away the hours instead of grabbing the first electronic device that’s handy. Yes, that means Little House on the Prairie is on my mind. Maybe even a bit of Anne of Green Gables too. Sappy I know!

But have you stopped and gotten sentimental lately? The stroll down memory lane, while marked with a stray tear, is mostly a soulful and joyful one. Here’s the stops on my sentimental journey this week:

* I dug up the bears that I had made with the small recorder in its paw to capture the voices of my children when they were about 10 and 12. To hear my deep-voiced son’s sweet “I love you mom” from before his voice changed stopped me in my tracks. He laughed and I cried. Yep, got a hug out of him too.

* I saw some current holiday pictures from my cousin and just had to call my aunt to tell her I love her. She’s a sweet presence in my life that was missing for many years after being adopted and trying to find my way. Glad she’s back and I’m blessed to have her. Needless to say she’s a wealth of information and just hearing her talk about my heritage, the things I don’t know or can’t remember makes me wide-eyed with curiosity. Maybe I’ll dig out that Ancestry.com family tree again.

* I ran across a picture from my early career days. It was a group shot from a dept. picnic. First let me say – I miss that young body and undyed hair! And after I got finished chuckling about the changes I’ve weathered physically (including the big framed glasses and 80’s hair), I lingered on the faces of so many colleagues from days gone by. It hit me that these people who I had seen day in and day out for several years, whose stories and family and work woes I knew so well were so very far, far away. I don’t know where most of them are, but I looked at that picture with fondness and melancholy. Hello old friends – I wish you well!

* I was in a discussion about the company I work for with some long-time friends. We laughed about the days when the “business lunch” was really a few cocktails at lunch and no-one was fired. We were secretaries instead of administrative assistants. We knew how to type with carbon paper and no-one knew what email was. Why the heck would we want to talk to someone on the computer when we could just walk down the hall anyway?

* A friend I haven’t talked to since high school suddenly popped up to chat on Facebook. It was fun to catch up but seriously, I’m realizing I have forgotten half the details of my youth. Just goes to show you that we only remember moments in time and luckily we can fill each other in on the ones we’ve forgotten. That was fun.

Yes, friends,my sentimental journey is in full swing. Join me will you? Next stop coming up soon. Oh yeah, and wear your glasses so you don’t put out your eye with that moon!