Monthly Archives: July 2015

Thursday’s Doors ~ July 30, 2015

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“A Door Like No Other”

“Mom was always One of a Kind”

Short essay to describe a situation where Mom presents a color for our

front door of our only home we built from the basement up.

Written by Robin Elizabeth Oldrieve Cochran

(reocochran)

July 29, 2015

********************Check out Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors at:

http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

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Many exciting, along with strange things, went on between my parents over

their 46 years of marriage. Their life was one of mostly ‘wedded bliss,’ while

they each were independent and head strong. One absurd occurrence was in

the year of 1964, when we were building a split level in a community development

neighborhood called, “Bretton Ridge” in North Olmsted. Dad had transferred

from Plum Brook, Sandusky, Ohio where he had been on a team. He was facing

a new position at Lewis Research Center in Cleveland. We felt there was a little

tension in his appearance and he had a shorter fuse when it came to daily

activities.

Mom tended to be more laid back and was letting go of our regular schedule,

while we lived in a ‘rental’ home as the home was built.

The house was a split level, where every 5 or 6 houses in the neighborhood

had the same design. It was white with aluminum siding and a half brick front,

below the picture window in the front. The door had white primer paint on it,

when the last finishing touches came about.

Mom took us to a paint store in the shopping area known as Great Northern,

where we were able to choose the colors of our rooms. I went with a bright

violet and wished for three walls of lime green. Mom over-rode this with a light

spring green. I liked the idea of my white canopy bed’s head board being

against the bright purple, the other walls were not as ‘big a deal’ to me.

My brothers chose a Colonial blue, which went with a few of their Americana

decorations and they were pleased with this.

Mom held a bright pink “chip” of paint in her hand. In those days they didn’t

always have the different shades all on one ‘card’ or ‘strip.’ She had brought

a magazine in and shown them a “hot pink” decorated Florida living room.

I wondered about the pink and where it was going but did not hear about it

until dinner time.

My Dad’s first reaction, as he ‘hit’ the door at the rental place, was to take

off his loosened tie. You could tell he had loosened it on the drive home,

past all the airport traffic and the crowded Clevelanders heading west out

of the city on to Lorain Road until he reached the place we were staying.

My brothers and I had helped set the table and I was stirring butter into

corn that had been frozen, boiled, drained and now was in my Mom’s

pink melamine bowl. She was assigning my brothers napkins and silver

ware as my Dad entered the country kitchen in the older home we rented

then.

Both brothers and I had been told adamantly NOT to bring up the paint

store until AFTER dinner, by Mom. She had even gone as far as to take

us to Dairy Queen to get our favorite flavored ice drinks called, Mr. Misty’s.

(We knew this to be a ‘bribe’ and we had promised to keep our mouths

shut. She had mentioned that her job at Westlake teaching high school

was very nice and she was comfortable there, while Dad was getting used

to a different more higher pressure job at NASA. Lewis Research Center

is now called, John Glenn Research Center or Glenn Research.)

My Dad let out a sigh and relaxed with some cold lemonade my Mom

made out of an instant package. It wasn’t Tang so it may have been the

“early” version of Countrytime Lemonade or it could have even been

Kool Aid lemonade flavor. Not sure. . .)

When each of us had a bun with sloppy joe mixture on our plates

and my Dad had two sandwiches, we had apple sauce and some

buttered corn. My brother, Ricky, was busy building a fort to prevent

corn “juice” from reaching his applesauce and had put his sloppy

joe on his napkin.

In these days, as younger children through our teen aged years, we all

held hands and said, “Grace.” It was nothing fancy but a simple act I

remember well.

After dinner, we waited at the table to see if conversation would go towards

our trip to the paint store. Ricky broke the ‘code’ or ‘cardinal rule’ and was

impatient. In 1964, he was in Kindergarten and only 5 years old.

My Dad smiled, which we all were relieved since Ricky was excitedly telling

his Daddy that Randy and he were going to have a ‘pretty blue’ room and

“Robin was going to have a purple room!”

Dad didn’t seem phased by this information so Mom glided into her

beseeching mode, one which I recognized. Her bright, shiny (sometimes

glinting or flashing) emerald eyes softened intentionally, her mouth

seemed to purse a little, like it was Marilyn Monroe’s cheap imitation.

She used her most gentle and sweet toned voice,

“Bob-b-b” she drew out the sounds to make it seem like a question, all

by itself. She NEVER called him Bobby or rarely called him, Robert. It

was this beguiling way she used to ask only things she really wanted to

have or do, that worked like a charm with my Dad.

Full stomach, leaning back and smiling at her, he nodded.

He knew something was “up” but he didn’t think it could be anything like

a speeding ticket nor a big project for him to do.

Mom pulled out of her apron’s pocket (yes, my Mom wore an apron over

her teaching “school clothes,” folks.)

She held it out in her open hand, he took it and looked at it, then with a

clear voice said,

“So, Rosie. . .Where are we putting this bright pink in the house?”

She looked down for a moment, trying to compose her excitement and

then, could not hold back, with excited voice she said,

“That is the color of the front door of our new house!”

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When people from out of town came to visit, My Dad or My Mom would

say, enter Bretton Ridge turn left on ______ Road then make a right

at Stafford Drive, go down about half way until you see a Concord Red

house and then a Colonial Blue house and across the street from this

is a split level with a hot pink door: That’s the home of the 5 R’s Oldrieve.

My Dad was instructed after the contractor painted all the rooms inside

and the bright pink door on the outside, to:

“Go outside on Saturday and paint every four bricks white and every

five bricks the leftover pink.”

This pink was not Pepto Bismol color.

No, it was like the hot pink you might see on a short mini skirt on a

magazine model. I would even go as far as to call it a Neon Pink.

August: Month of Extremes

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The heat may make you a little moody or crazy.

You may be in a cooler location than Ohio and

if in winter months, may have allowed a certain

amount of ‘gloom’ to settle in.

There are all sorts of ‘extreme’ emotional events

coming up, along with increased amount of

discontent falling upon youth, who may be

wishing their summer were lasting longer.

August is one of the worst months in hot

climates for increased domestic violence

and crime.

Let’s strive for reaching some “zen-like” zone,

where peace will reside in

our minds, hearts and bodies.

Possibly fill your extra moments with quiet and meditation.

Head towards shade and cool, natural places where little

creatures may bring you some joy. . .

If you were in the “Holler” as Cindy Knoke resides in, you

would be blessed with hummingbirds to entertain you and

demonstrate living beauty right before your amazed eyes.

Here is Cindy’s place to check out her hummingbirds and

find some lovely world photographs of trips, far and wide.:

http://cindyknoke.com

Here is a quotation found on a piece of pretty pressed

paper with the company name, “Papyrus” upon the back:

“Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time,

carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration.

The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life

is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection

has meaning and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.”

(Unknown author, contribution by Papyrus stationery)

There are others among us who would rather take advantage

of the warmer weather to continue to engage in their favorite

pastimes and sports.

Water sports: fishing, boating, water skiing and surfing come

to mind.

Swimming, splashing and jumping are part of the month of August.

Runners are still running, cyclists still cycling and skater boarders

are always at the skate park trying new feats.

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Many schools will be ‘gearing up’ to start the third week of August.

There are all six grandchildren being sent off to (2) middle school,

(3) elementary and (1) off to her second year of preschool.

Teachers may groan or give a loud sigh of resignation.

While parents who stay at home or work from their home, give a

happier sound, one full of cheering and saluting fine instructors.

Baby is on his way, whenever or however he means to come,

sooner rather than later, if Mommy, Daddy and  kids have any

‘say’ at all.

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Gemstone: Peridot (a light green crystal gem)

Flowers: Gladiolus

August

1- Colorado Day

Celebrate your status as a state for your celebration!

In 1876, (139 years ago), President Ulysses S. Grant honored Colorado’s

statehood. There are museums who offer free admissions, as well as some

businesses offering special deals and and discounts for products and

services to Colorado citizens.

The first is also the Full Sturgeon Moon, along with the following

designations of tribes and states full moon names:

~ “Moon When All Things Ripen,” the Dakota Sioux celebrate.

~ “Wheat Cut Moon,” chosen by San Ildefonso and San Juan.

~ “Blueberry Moon,” honored by the Ojibway Tribe.

August first is from 3p.m. until Sunrise of August second,

The Brooklyn Mirage Full Moon Festival. Check out a wide variety

of musical artists for this special celebration!

2- National Sisters Day

I doubt my brothers know about this holiday, but both of them in some

way each year acknowledge my contribution to their lives, sometime in a

Valentine or Mother’s Day card for Sister.I know they have been there for

me and our mutual love is strong. Hope you let your sister know how much

you care about her, if you have one. I wished for a sister when I was very

young, then realized how lucky I was to be the ‘only girl.’

3- Civic Holiday (Canada)

We are interested in our ‘civic’ duties but not sure what this day means.

If you have ‘a clue’ please let us know in the comments section.

4- National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day!!

I enjoy Nestle’s Tollhouse Cookie Recipe, the one that is on the back of

the chocolate chip bag.

4- Another holiday:

U.S. Coast Guard’s birthday, having been around since 1790.

Here is a quote by the talk show and comedian (on the wry side at times),

but this is apropos of the Coast Guard and other servicemen’s impact on

our lives:

“If you don’t stick to your values when they are being tested,

They’re not values. They’re hobbies.”

~ Jon Stewart.

6- Last Quarter Moon.

6- World’s Largest Yard Sale:

“This is the ‘kick off day’ of a four day event which covers 690 miles from

Gadsden, Alabama to Addison, Michigan.” This covers the SIX STATES

including, Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama and Georgia!

**For details, Please visit,”

http://127yardsale.com

7- The “Fantastic Four” movie will be an updated one which means the

Earth needs saving. So, go out on August 7th and see the matinee of

the ‘reboot’ of this classic’ story line the day it is released!

9- National Book Lovers Day.

We all need to ‘call in sick’ or take the day to revel in the luxury of a

treasured book. Possibly on a hammock, if not in a lawn chair, or a

swing. . . reading under a tree or inside with a light blanket while the

air-conditioning keeps your mind crisp, cool and serene.

14- “Underdogs,” a special animated movie aimed at older children and

teens, with the main characters voices being from Singer Ariana Grande

and “Glee’s” Michael Morrison.

14- Also, a New Moon this evening.

15- VJ Day (1945)

Flags raised, respect given to all service and military personnel, especially

those who fought in Japanese arena of the WW!! era.

Helene Gayle’s quote is one which supports our volunteering and being

active citizens:

“Social change is better achieved by being ‘for’ something than ‘against’

something.”

16- Elvis Week begins so:

Head to Memphis, Tennessee.

GPS to Graceland Estate.

Seven days of pure “retro”- activities honoring and celebrating Elvis Presley’s

life. There was a huge cake cut last year first thing in the morning, I remember

the photograph. . . Tribute performances, festivities and costumed Elvis look-

alikes and all in honor of the “King” of Rock n’ Roll.

Also, August 16th- Bennington Battle Day in Vermont.

17- Discovery Day (Y. T.)

This is in honor of the Gold Rush in the Yukon.

I would like to try my hand in pan-handling for “gold.”

What about you? How will you celebrate Discovery Day?

19- National Aviation Day (U.S.)

22- First Quarter Moon.

26-

Women’s Equality Day (U.S.)

Celebrate our ability to be equal citizens in most areas of our lives,

To all those women out there, keep on pursuing dreams and “raising

the bar!”

31-

The U. S. Open Begins. You may wish to DVR this classic that is coming from

Flushing Meadows, Corona Park, New York City, NY.

I know of one “casa” who will be watching this tennis tournament avidly. Red’s

family will be all over this Last Grand Slam tennis competition!

Go check out Red’s posts (Welsh Terrier) at:

http://redsrantsandraves.com

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When I was mentioning finding pretty places or creatures to focus on,

to help find peaceful moments in the heat, I suggested checking out

the hummingbirds on Cindy;s blog. I also would like to inform you about

Butterflies.

Many of you have butterfly bushes, also have attended conservatory

or greenhouse butterfly events. Here is a special scientific set of facts

to possibly scintillate your evening conversation with. . .

“The Secret of the Butterfly’s Wings”

Researchers at Ohio State University studied the gorgeous azure blue

colored, “Giant Blue Morpho” butterfly (‘Morpho didius’). They found this

beautiful insect’s wings surface is covered with multiple, overlapping scales

that resemble tiles on a roof.

Even tinier parallel grooves on the surface of these scales cause dirt or

drops of water to roll off with ease.

Engineers are hoping to copy the wings’ texture; their goal is to create high

tech coatings for industry and medical equipment which will be resistant to

dirt and water. This is just one of many fascinating scientific studies at OSU.

It emphasizes how Science tries to imitate Natural Wonders.

One of OSU researchers, Bharat Bhushan shares this thought:

“Nature is full of engineering marvels, from the micro to the macro

scale, that have inspired mankind for centuries.”

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As always~

Enjoy a month of fun activities:

~animated youth/children’s film, “Underdogs,”

~action, heroes revisited movie, “Fantastic Four”

~**~ sisters, sports, *chocolate chip cookies*

~six states having a huge yard sale 🙂

~quirky memories mixed with music and Elvis

~Full Moon celebrations of Many Names

~Full Moon Fest with the following partial list of musicians:

~Yelle, Tensnake, Soul Clap, Wolf and Lamas, Oliver Nelson,

~Rufus du Soul, Mothxr, and the Kite String of Tangles.

Check out online location of ways to “win tickets to this event.”

(New York, New York)

~nature’s wonders, including hummingbirds

and butterflies

~reading books

Honor the Somber, serious observed days:

**** VJ Day

* Civic Holiday (Canada)

**** Coast Guard Day

* Women’s Equality Day (U.S.)

Please add any meaningful festivals, activities or events

celebrated or honored in your part of the world.  Thanks!

A “Mixed Bag” of News

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I wish to open with three quotes and hope you will realize why I chose

each particular one by the end of this post.

The first is from an author, Upton Sinclair, of “The Jungle.”

I was required to read his book in high school. His observations about

factories, harsh conditions for immigrants and the meat packing industry

particularly, will be ones that haunt you forever.

As so many of life’s serious subjects often do, please read his quote:

~ One ~

“I aimed at the public’s heart

and by accident,

I hit in the stomach.”

Duke Ellington may need no introduction, but I hope this positive man

and his music may brighten your days. These words are from a truly great

musician:

~ Two ~

“Roaming through the jungle of “Ooh’s” and “Ah’s”

searching for a more agreeable noise. . .

I live in a life of primitivity with the mind of a child

and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson is one of my favorite poets:

~ Three ~

“What lies behind us

and what lies before us,

are small matters

compared to what lies

within us.”

This week has passed by so quickly and filled with busy moments. Some loose

ends and threads to fill you in on and news updates, too.

I have been sad for the week due to two brothers going out into a park water

;stream where there is a dam with a small waterfall. The prayers and hopes

for finding them since last weekend were dashed to the ground.

This is about 18 year old Joseph and 20 year old Anthony Welch. I cannot

imagine living after two of my children died over one accidental situation.

They were wading in the Doderidge Dam area in Central Ohio. The stream

above the dam seems placid, although high water. The Welch parents and

friends of the family would appreciate if you held them in your thoughts and

prayers.

I was very happy though about the sisters found not too long ago, out West.

Experienced hikers and campers did not mean they were able to fully find

their own way. Thank goodness, this news story had a happy ending.

Last weekend, my oldest daughter, Carrie, and my good friend, Anna and

I went to see a great but sometimes raunchy movie, “Train Wreck.” This

one held our attention with funny and unique lines, a rather emotional

beginning and parts of the middle. I like when my humor has some “plot”

and character development. Amy Schumer should win Best Comedy Actress

awards. Somewhere in the nearly beginning, we were ‘rooting’ for her to

figure out her life. We became immersed in her dramatic dismal choices in

men and were concerned about her work setting, too. She had the ‘brains,

we felt as we discussed this later on, but needed the “know-how.” Her

relationship with her sister comes into play, as well as her father who was

a “jerk” even from the first scene, but underneath it all, you find some kind

of resolution and hope for him. I will say, “Take tissues,” as there were a few

women and one man I saw wiping their faces. What? You mean there was

“pathos” with the comedy? You “bet ‘cha!”

Unfortunately, there has been a major catastrophe with the recent shooting

and 3 deaths from a sad, confused man killing others at “Train Wreck,” then

turning the gun against himself. Two audience members were killed, while 9

others were wounded. The gunman shot himself in Lafayette, Louisiana.

I hope this will not hurt the victims’ families, while I cheerily give you a movie

review.

Sincerely sorry for the families of people who were shot and killed in this

bizarre twist of fate. Going to see a comedy and unexpectedly getting shot

at is not going to bode well for movie goers and the overall, cinema business.

On the lighter side of my personal life, . . .

Tuesday went with youngest daughter to a grown up woman, who had Felicia

in her wedding, who once upon a time years ago, lived across the street from

us. I have often talked in other places of Megan and Holly, sisters who were

asking us what we were having for dinner, so they could come over and eat

my delicious spaghetti. I even took a photograph of the two girls, way back

then. Fast forward, the woman is a teacher, expecting her second child. She

had what is becoming popular in our “neck of the woods,” probably since we

are in Ohio, this has been prevalent for some time now. (Laugh out loud,

I know Ohio in not a trend setter nor on the “cutting edge!”)

Anyway, she had a big box, with Question Marks and Polka Dots on it,

in pink, blue, brown, black and white. The first child, Jaxon, came over to

see the box when Mommy had others gathered around, while hubby was

trying to “hang back” and not get into pictures. He is a great guy but not

crazy about pictures. The box was opened and out floated with an ‘anchor’

weight, three pink balloons! I felt this was my best moment ever this week,

until I got to Thursday. . .

Thursday, we were told it would be a 12.2 hours day, doing the math

calculations, taking high demands for automobile parts to be shipped

off in hampers. I was in a little “easier” location with only three hampers

to push forward and then, three hampers to push back. I like this as the

buttons line up and ‘say’ Pick 2 A or Pick 45 B, while when I have six of

these bins to fill, in certain areas, the lights may say Pick A, B, C, D, E

or F and once you push the first bin it lights up and says another of the

SIX selections. Don’t worry if you aren’t following this, the point was I felt

I was in a fantastic area for Monday through Wednesday and then the

facts came up at Morning Meeting, while we “exercise” and “limber up.”

I had to text my oldest daughter that I would probably miss Skyler’s first

game in the Championship Series for ages 8-10 year olds. I was sad.

When I approached my boss, Katrina, I was joking but she took it a little

bit badly, “I better not miss another of Skyler’s home runs today!”

Anyway, by lunch time we had recruited people from Cycle Count and

Receiving so we were promised closer to our regular 9 to 10 hour day.

I made it to the game with a little time to spare!

Skyler was a little “psyched out” over it being an important game and all.

He was used to last year and the year before, losing almost all the games.

This was a whole different group of young boys, who were really good in

their hitting, catching, running and throwing.

So, imagine my Delight and Excitement to see Skyler catch a ball that was

heading out into the Outfield, jumping up and then rather dramatically going

down into the grass, landing on his back, holding his arm straight up with the

ball. NO question he has seen this done before but it was his VERY FIRST

TIME! I did not catch it on camera but have been debating whether to have

him “re-enact” it. The game’s win leads him to another game on Saturday.

Well, in my mixed bag describing the week,

There was sincere sorrow,

There were great outbursts of laughter contagious in a movie theater,

There were gunshots rung out,

There was water pulling two lives under,

There were deaths,

There were injuries and pain,

There were balloons indicating a pink, brand new baby on the way.

There will be blue balloons popping up any day now for my family’s

newest addition of a precious baby boy.

Trista is in “labor” my daughter in law, son’s wife, and dilated to

3 centimeters. Baby Boy Hendrix on the way soon. . .

His nursery room is in a Jungle Theme.

This may be a stretch to say this and in no means

A thoughtless message,

But Life is a Jungle out there,

Please be careful

and

Stay safe,

Until we meet again.

Thursday Doors ~ July 23, 2015

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Norm Framptons’s “Thurdays Doors” is Amazing.

It is an extraordinary weekly extravaganza event.

The door fever is Catching and Spreading like Wildfire!

Here you may find Norm Frampton’s blog AKA (Norm 2.0):

http://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

You may find Norm’s First Ever post with a beautiful set

of double doors, located on his post,

September 4, 2014.

It is an exotic set of golden peacock doors,

Found at the Palmer House in Chicago, Illinois.

They lead the visitor into the Lobby,

With an intricate design made of

Hand-wrought brass-colored gold

of Two Peacocks.

His inspiration for starting to post about Doors came

from a woman called, “That Montreal Girl.”

Norm has given me permission, possibly temporary,

so I will “go with it,” and post a Thursday’s edition of Doors.

Now I realize I mention music so often you may expect me

to be talking about The Doors.

Nope, switch gears entirely.

No music today.

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>>>>>>”Double Doors Open”<<<<<<

Just words to paint pictures

of a specific set of double doors.

Today, since Norm let me do this,

I am going to describe a double door.

It has some personal “history” attached .

Picture a long flat, one-story brick

School Building

from the 60’s.

The bricks are red,

there are tall trees on both sides

of a middle sidewalk,

leading to the two brown metal doors.

They have those handles on the inside,

where kids can just “pump” or push bar down

to Open and Flee.

There are bushes trimmed into tight balls

evenly spaced along the front of the building.

Picture long windows that open out,

like glass shelves.

Even though this is a story about a door,

it is also about two generations

elementary school children

in one nuclear family,

attending and walking home

five days a week

from this building.

As in all elementary schools

these days,

if you are late you must “buzz”

or “ring” the front door.

The ability to get inside is slowed down

since our world has changed since 1986.

When a first grader attended this school.

On the inside and outside of said school,

there are large decals or red circles with a

slash line through a hand gun.

No hand guns allowed.

People must be allowed in,

once school day begins.

A precautionary process

which is very important

for children’s safety.

One must produce a valid

Driver’s License.

Secretary find’s student’s file,

now produced to check and verify

“Release Form”

permission to enter,

signing in finally to visit a classroom.

The usual process is to remain in office

until someone is available to escort you to the

classroom.

I am very happy my children and grandsons

Attending this school.

My second grandson is

going into first grade.

He was lucky enough to see his older brother

from time to time at assemblies,

extended recesses or school wide

Olympics or “Field Events”

out in the grass behind the school.

Here are details of the two doors

which bring tears to my eyes.

It was the best place

for oldest daughter, middle son and “baby” girl.

Son and youngest daughter attended Kindergarten

through Fifth Grade.

Memories of each child and all they accomplished and who

they became friends with and teachers lessons wash over me.

It seems like yesterday when I brought my oldest daughter to

this set of double doors. She was very reluctant, not sure at all

of being “new girl” when she had only finished Kindergarten in

Lancaster and was uprooted with siblings to live in unknown town.

We think the doors were painted grey in those days, but this is all

somewhat speculation. She had two boys in this school now.

Her brother’s children attend another of five schools in Delaware, Ohio.

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Grandson approaches the door from the inside

with his Fourth Grade Class.

Neatly lined up behind the door,

Single File.

Principal and Guidance Counselor

standing inside of each door.

While waiting outside, you hear parents

exclaiming this is their last child to

pass through these doors,

heading to Willis Middle School.

There are others who say it is their

middle or first child

who is walking through the doors

In just a moment.

There is an air of expectancy.

There is a tear running down my cheek.

Last year my son’s stepdaughter “graduated”

4th grade held a ceremony,

the kids wore “caps” and

Each ate piece of first Graduation Cake.

They had had a mayor visit.

The elementary school on other side of town is sedate,

not as likely to pursue grandiose gestures.

We are smiling as we make lines

across the double wide sidewalk.

My eyes are still misty typing this.

We are simply going to

“Clap the Fourth Graders Out.”

The doors are opened,

children were told to

“Walk slowly”

“Don’t rush out”

Those with cameras or

cell phones capture this moment.

I am here to “Clap!’

I am here to Celebrate.

The doors swing closed.

I hang back.

Skyler’s Daddy and Mommy

brother Micah hugging Skyler.

Daddy filmed the “clap out.”

I am content to get hugs later,

Tell him congratulations,

after a minute.

Studying the door,

There is red brick on

each side

of the door.

There is a small awning which covers the double doors.

The small cement porch may fit about ten little kids under the roof.

The porch may fit 4-5 adults waiting to be buzzed into the school

and on to the office to go through security procedures.

This door is nearly the “Best Door” I may ever gaze at.

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You see, I chose this town knowing nobody, came here and made a life.

Found friends everywhere, churches, historical society, Master Gardeners,

(not a member but a viewer annually of their gardens), American Association

of University Women and Lion’s Club (the women’s version.)

I became a member of several church committees, organized an ecumenical

Peace Camp and designed the t-shirt, was past president of  one organization,

drew historical homes for 8 home tours, all the churches and the Arts Castle.

We made a life here.

Two of three children “settled” here.

It began just two blocks away from these doors.

David Smith Elementary School, where we registered Carrie in 1986.

I substituted behind this set of double doors and knew the Principal for

all 3 of my kids. I know the Guidance Counselor, too.

Not too bad as single mom of 3 kids: 6 months old, 4 and 6.

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. . . In Your Life . . .

Which door would you say meant the most?

What was your elementary school like?

What is your life changing door?

Your Present Home?

Your Family Home?

Friend’s House?

Church?

School?

I hope to encourage Thursday Door posts,

Find an interesting door, no need to write much

unless you are interested in telling details or history

then mention Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors.

Go to his blog, add your link to comments section.

Thanks for letting me break the rules, Norm.

If you have not visited many doors posts,

you can look up on Norm’s blog

and you will see links to posts

every Thursday.

Aside

“If you are fortunate enough to have your own children, continue to appreciate

their wisdom.

If not, put away your newspaper the next time you are sitting on a park bench

and tune in to the conversation in the sandbox.”

~Cynthia Copeland Lewis

I have had a book which is like the size of a bathroom book since 1994.

This is one where you may pick it up and read a few pages out of hundreds

of random sayings about children.

The book written by Cynthia Copeland Lewis is called,

“Really Important Stuff My Kids Have Taught Me.”

The book is in yellow, purple, black and white.

There are a few little drawings but scattered thoughts on each page.

No numbers on pages, a fun book!

At first I thought about making this list of about Ten Things found in the book.

But, alas, for readers and my lazy typing fingers,

I found Twenty Things to Share with You, dear friends.

I gathered thoughts into “categories” so you may feel I did some work today.

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RELATIONSHIPS:

1. “One thing you can’t pretend to be is funny.”

2. “To make a see-saw work, you have to take turns being down.”

3. “There ARE names that hurt more than sticks and stones.”

4. “Save a place in line for your friends.”

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KIDS’ LOGIC:

1. “It’s possible to feel full when it comes to more vegetables,

but not full when it comes to a piece of cake.”

(My logic, too. Thanks for putting this so succinctly, Cynthia C. Lewis!)

2. “Pants are better with pockets.”

3. “Ask ‘why?’ until you understand.”

4. “It doesn’t count if your swing is going the highest if you’re getting pushed.”

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OBSERVATIONS:

1. “The harder the wind blows, the higher your kite will fly.”

(Oh, so true about life and its obstacles! ~R.C.)

2. “Three hops get you as far as a leap.”

3. “Nobody likes a tattletale.”

4. “All people look silly when they yawn.”

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SILLY STUFF WITH MEANINGS:

1. “Don’t say ‘The last one there is a rotten egg,’

unless you are absolutely sure there’s a slow kid

behind you.”

2. “Even if you make a really nice place for it to live,

with grass and dirt and a few rocks and sticks,

the caterpillar will still spend all of its time trying to

get out of the jar.”

3. “If splashing in puddles means you have to wear

wet shoes for the rest of the day, sometimes it’s worth it.”

4. “Before you climb the tree, make sure your mother is

close enough to hear you holler, if you need help on the way down.”

(In my personal experience with two brothers, I made sure one was

capable of running and rounding up the babysitter or Mom.~ R.C.)

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LIFE LESSONS:

1. “Climbing the hill is more fun than standing on top.”

2. “Rolling down the hill after climbing up the hill, is even better!”

(My addition to Cynthia’s suggestion. ~ R.C.)

3. “Home sick is the worst kind of sick.”

4. “Pick up your little sister or brother when they fall down.”

(You will always feel better; also helps in the future of becoming friends. ~ R.C.)

Childhood memories are always a subject near to my heart.

We all have them, we may have learned something from an

“incident” which merits sharing.

If you have one you would not mind letting us know about,

please add them in the comments section.

*I learned that a little bit of Ivory Dish Soap with a sponge on

bathroom tile walls, will guarantee DELAYED arrival of Christmas

presents with my name on the tag for ONE WHOLE DAY! (Age 5.)*

“So, you BETTER WATCH OUT. . .

Santa really does know whether you are bad or good!” ~R.C.

If you prefer not to expose any mistakes which turned into lessons,

let me know which of the list made an impact or gave you a chuckle.

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Wisdom of the Sandbox

Summertime Serenade

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This poem was written last summer

to celebrate the 2014 season.

It will be my “encore” serenade to you.

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Let’s hear it for Summer, 2015!

If you are in another season…

Hope it is a wonderful time for you.

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Summertime Serenade

by Robin Oldrieve Cochran

Shimmering sun shines through haze,

“Shoo!” to flies, bugs and mosquitoes.

“Sh-h-h” – settling down – naptime now.

Silent respite, serene moments.

Sensation of peace surrounding home.

Skinny-dipping, slippery babies,

Slide smoothly into cool water.

Swing soars high into the sky,

Shoes kicked off, sandals flipped. . .

Splashing sounds, as hands release!

Sprinklers shifting, swishing rhythmically,

Sprays of warm water change.

Shivering, cold droplets follow: “Br-r-r!”

Soaking grateful kids, dogs and grass.

(Cats hiss!)

Shrieks ring out:  joy and sheer delight.

Sensational salads whet appetites.

Sliced fresh vegetable from garden,

Savory spices of basil with sprigs of parsley,

Soaked with slippery vinaigrette dressing poured,

Sizzling barbecue aromas, family gathering,

Should I bring something?

. . . Satisfaction!

June 28, 2014

Air Supply

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While this is not my usual wordplay,

I wish to engage in some thoughts

Considering our quality of air we breathe.

We were talking about our warehouse air,

Sometimes it is nice and brisk and clear.

This would be around the shipping docks,

Bright and early morning.

Mid-morning has broken,

Cool air shifts and brings

Waves of muggy,

Humid, hot “windless” air.

It is dusty and dirty,

Sometimes you see hanging particles,

Actually view cardboard dust,

Dirt from vehicles, hampers and boxes.

Blessed to have our jobs,

Not complaining as we feel it,

“Could be worse:”

Think about sitting as a lifeguard,

Breathing in chlorine wafting off the pool.

Think about the mothers in past lives,

Sweeping and trying to keep dust managed,

Where their floors were made of dirt.

Picture men trudging early darkened morn’s,

Boarding carts traveling underground,

To coal mines deep, black as midnight.

Picture the history of slavery,

Present long days of migrant workers,

Working under hot, bright sunlight with

Little shade to protect them from heat.

Sticky, hot and nauseating.

Imagine gym locker room showers,

Closed in radio stations,

Office building cubicles,

Stagnant, stale air.

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Switch gears and thoughts now:

Coworkers list special work areas,

Ones we can all agree upon as

Shining, glowing examples of

Where we would not mind breathing

Deeply, sighing in relief.

Air conditioned theaters,

Buttered popcorn scented cold air,

Concessionaire or ticket seller heaven.

Tall pines, rushing waterfalls,

Cool mountain streams,

Winding paths through

Natural wonders,

Park Ranger

Forest Ranger

Outdoor Adventures.

Bread, pastries, homemade buns

Frosting and cinnamon,

Aromas wafting upon the air,

Door opening to customers of

Ye Olde Bakery Shoppe.

Chocolate, maple and vanilla,

Candies sitting delicately in

Brown crinkled edged cups.

Pulled, chewy salt water taffy,

Colorful candies wrapped in wax paper,

Delicious aromatic air.

To be a confectionary clerk

In a Sweets Shoppe,

What a wonderful position indeed.

Written by Robin Oldrieve Cochran

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Switch your thoughts now:

What is your picture of a wonderful

Air supply?

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The carbon monoxide detector went off,

Freaking out poor kitties for hours,

(I was away for the weekend day)

Shrilly sounding its alarm:

^^^ “Bee-eep!” ^^^ “Bee-eep!” ^^^

Upon arrival found one throw up incident.

Other kitty left more foul evidence of distress.

Long Distance call Verizon to Verizon,

From cats’ parents from afar~

Having reached the Badlands

Viewed the Awesome Sight of

Presidents at Mount Rushmore,

“Won’t be long,”

I told dear kitties,

“Till Mommy and Daddy will be home!”

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I cannot resist mentioning

Air Supply,

(1982)

Greatest Hits,

Australian Pop Musical Group.

“Every Woman in the World”

“Even the Nights Are Better”

“Sweet Dreams”

“Here I Am”

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