Monthly Archives: April 2017

Mother Goose and her triplets


Mama goose, 

watches over triplets,

enjoying sunny weather. 

She feels warmth upon her feathers.

Ever vigilant and protective of her

little ones, she glanced my way

and considered my sitting in

the grass to be of no danger. 

She proceeded to survey 

and scan the rest of the 

small pond’s perimeter.

Her husband has gone afar,

not swimming gracefully upon

nearby water nor in the grass. 

Nowhere to be found. She’s

proud, head held high,

convincing herself,


going to be

‘alright.’ “

Silly rocking chair chant


The OWU campus student union

has eight rocking chairs. Someday,

when Hendrix is bigger we shall 

have to take a picture of me,

Nana, with all 7 grandies.

Until then, we take many

“Flashlight hikes,” 

exploring college campus.

I let them shout for joy,

here in this photo.

We never have been 

told to leave the premises.

Here’s a silly poem,

ditty or chant.

It goes loosely

to the tune of

“Rock around the Clock.”

(Thanks to “Happy Days” reruns

nearly everyone knows this tune.)


🎶 “Rock around the campus” 🎶

by Robin O. Cochran

“One o’clock, two o’clock. . .

it is nearly ten o’clock!

Rock around the campus,

Rock all night long,

Rock all day strong,

Rock and roll music streaming

from open college dorm windows.

Ten o’clock, eleven o’clock. . .

we can go past midnight!

Rock all night till

the morning’s light,

Rock all eve 

till Nana’s asleep!

Rocking with our thoughts,

Rocking chairs soothe babies.

Rocking chairs tire children.

Rocking eases and calms my nerves!”

x o x o

“These rocking chairs are cool and 

relaxing, preparing us for Dreamland.

There was something transcendent

going on while rocking on the

porch or what I tend to think

of as a “veranda,” due to

its southern hospitality.

No one wanted to leave.

Someone always wants to:

Get up and go,
Keep on rolling!
One sighing child
replies quietly

when I ask,

“Are we ready to go now?”

“Not yet, Nana.

Let’s stay a little longer.”

. . . . .

I’m all for those lingering moments.
. . . . .


Thursday’s Doors ~ the Student Union “verandah”


This stonework is similar to the

Gray Chapel and other 

Ohio Wesleyan University buildings.

This is where my grandies and I 

have eaten snacks, taken our

Flashlight hikes to, enjoying

sitting and rocking while 

we talk about so many

odds and ends.

This door is one which

sends light into the evening.

We enjoy this destination place.

This is the front door, but a few

different posts to give this 

building its “due.”

Look for other unique and

diverse choices of doors on our

Thursday’s Door’s leader 

Norm Frampton at:

It’s almost the weekend!

Hip hip hooray!

Springtime at the Franklin Park Conservatory


This place has 

Palms room,

Dale Chihuly glass

pieces installed in gardens,

Inside and on the acres surrounding.

Ameriflora was international garden

extravaganza with remaining exhibits.

Umbrella spring room,

Butterfly incubation nursery,

Rainforest room to release butterflies,

Glorious signs of beauty and nature

converging and in coexistence.

Art montage. . . just some samplings


On my “About” page,

I mention four books, only

three covers are displayed today.

One missing original from 

the olden days,


is long gone. . .

I sent the original in one of 

those insured manila envelopes 
where the receiver has to sign,

enclosing my children’s abuse 

and neglect “book” which I

had used with almost all 

the 150 children I met

at a battered women’s

shelter. In my position

of child advocate which I 

was only able to stay 18 months.

I left the town with my 3 kids

and started over here in 

my small town.

Another post someday. . .  On abuse

blogs I have already written these.

I shared horror stories which hit

too close to my children and me.

The pamphlet or mini-manual 

was child-friendly and I named

it using one child’s name  

who died when she went back 

into her dangerous family situation.

“Nutmeg and Cinnamon” 

was sent to a famous person

(Yeah, I know how silly and

delusional could I get?)

I had the Post Office here in my

“new” town, weigh and calculate
a second equally insured manila 

“Return envelope.” 

It never came back!

I have redone it but until I have

possible publication, I have not 

completed it to “best” of my ability.

The Bunny book was made into 

a 4H coloring book, in the days where

God was still present at meetings

and among the members of the club.

I also made copies for my Sunday

school classes to color.  My ABC

for kids using my often used

*”Letter Teddies,”*

which my Dad and a 

Lancaster, Ohio

storekeeper named John,

displayed my art in their 

retirement shops. 

Dad and Mom were located

on Lake Erie, in Vermilion, Ohio.

Their portion of a Victorian shop

named Old Jib’s Corner was

The Oldrieve Studio.

Dad while at NASA, had dreamed 

of the years he and Mom 

would retire. He with

an easel on a wharf at the

Vermilion Lagoons or 

downtown sidewalks.

She who loved to sew and make

doll clothes, collecting dolls 

who sometimes needed wardrobes.

Anyway, here is a group of art,

which doesn’t include a “window”

in my friend’s basement looking 

out at a lighthouse in the 

Atlantic Ocean nor the 

home paintings I literally did

on every wall of our past 

“dream home.” 

So, I could polish these up 

or leave them as is, I have been

Blessed to talk to three children’s

authors who illustrated their own books,

in person over a meal and on 

drives to the Detroit Airport.

Thanks to Rich, while a professor

at BGSU, was on the welcoming 

committee for the famous authors

Spring event where so many 

Wonderful children’s writers 

and illustrators  participated.

Each of the 3 gave me lovely and

thoughtful advice which warms

my heart and allows me to 

have hope that one day

I may have something

displayed or published.

Delaware, Ohio had a downtown

storefront window full 

of the eight homes on one annual

AAUW historical home tour!

This made it into the local newspaper.

Hope you don’t turn your back

upon any one of your own,

“Impossible Dreams.”

In honor of Don Quixote and

his remarkable creator:

Author, Miguel de Cervantes,

who was a dreamer of 

“tilting windmills.”

I wonder if Cervantes ever had hopes

of being remembered not just

as a writer; but as a source of

comfort and spiritual uplifting?

Today is Cervantes memorial

long past death on April 22, 1616.

Good luck at tilting windmills!

Colorful umbrellas at Conservatory


Pink tulips,

Yellow tulips,

Purple hyacinths,

Marley and Landen,

Purple, yellow, pastel

colored umbrellas.

Hands across the water,

fingers wishing to dabble

while Nana takes pictures

children’s Mom Trista says,

“We all just washed our hands

and are taking elevator to the 

main floor and heading out 

to eat at a restaurant.”

Kid’s other parent says typical

Dad’s funny thing,

“For crying out loud!” 

As I have to laugh, 

since my Dad used 

to say exact same thing to 

my two brothers and me! 

Photo and words sharing 

family event with you!

Happy Spring!