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Bidding Adieux to the Old Year

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As we bid ‘adieux’ to the Old Year, 2014, we may reflect on this past

year and see some great things happened in the world, along with

our personal lives. This post won’t dwell on the many negative news

items that took place across the world. My recent conversation I had

with my good friend, Patrice, where we discussed the economy was

full of hope. She is a moderate Republican but found Pres. Obama

has “helped the economy,” citing some personal ways it improved.

Especially for the businesses of her family, who saw an upswing in

purchasing pizzas at her brother in law’s pizza chain, along with her

sister’s Castle Farms in Charlevoix, Michigan having much continued

success. Pat shared good news with her family’s investments in stocks

and bonds, showing profitable and significant increases. The U.S. stock

exchange and business world has not been this secure since Clinton’s

administration. (This can be confirmed in the business pages of the

New York Times, Cleveland Plain Dealer and Columbus Dispatch.)

 

I don’t really wish to quote statistics, just the positive slow, gradual

upswing in the economy as something good to report.

 

While talking with members of our warehouse, several mentioned

the Obamacare (health care and insurance) situation seems to have

‘finally straightened out.’

 

While talking with my artistic brother, Randy, we were on the ‘same

page’ thinking that the renewal of ties with Cuba is a positive way to

bring trade. Also, influencing the political climate of country south of

us, which we have had past problems with. Hoping this will lead to a

better future connection. While this may be ‘common knowledge’ I

found the fact the leader of Cuba is one who has chosen to lead a ‘gay

lifestyle’ hopeful,  since this may mean that there will be less civil unrest

and hateful reactions to people of different life choices.

 

It also seems to reflect a ‘gentler’ means of controlling his country, less

than we had from Fidel Castro. Back in 1963, Fidel Castro had made

quite a mean statement about Cuba’s gay community and their ‘tight

pants’ and wishing to display ‘girlie’ acts in public. Since 2012, there

have been annual Cuban “Kiss-In’s” which is the gay community’s way

of standing up to the controlling leadership in a non-violent way. Even

getting a positive ‘nod’ from the Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro,

for the United States reaching out to Cuba with an olive branch.

This was all compiled by myself: having attempted to confirm various

sources of information.

 

I will hope Fidel’s brother, President Raul Castro, will help lead his

country from communism into socialism. They may label themselves

‘socialistic,’ but the cruel army regime exists there still. I can ‘dream’

of Cuba’s someday becoming a Democratic country, where people’s

votes will be counted.

 

It is totally fine with me, if this positive outlook is challenged with

big doses of reality. I am “open for debate” in my comments section!

 

Thomas Kinkade, 2001:

“I believe that adding light to the canvas of our daily existence is a

simpler process than we often make it out to be. I believe it really is

possible to think and act in ways that shine more radiant joy in our

lives and the lives of those around us.”

 

From my old Children’s Anthology, which featured ‘brownies’ who are

like little sprites in the night:

“In January, when the snow

Lies on the hills and valleys low

And from the north the chilly breeze

Comes whistling through the naked trees

Upon toboggans long they ride,

Until the broadening light of day

Compels them all to quiet their play.”

(Written and Illustrated by Palmer Cox.)

 

My post-Christmas special memories of this year, 2014:

*~ I loved having my Mom be happy and healthy in body

and spirit. She was entranced by the Elf doll which was

a bright and cute girl, with red ‘velvet’ skirt with white

trim, with green and white striped hose and red pointy

shoes, with bells on each toe. She exclaimed each time

she spied it up on the edge of a rocking chair back.

*~ I found the most giving souls were the two six year old

Kindergarteners, among my grandies.

Little Marley could not open her gift before I opened her

purchase of a white painted sleigh bell with its top hat and

cheery face, making it a cute little snowman ornament.

Marley slipped a bracelet into my coat pocket, which she

had made from a craft kit given to her by Santa. I did not

‘discover’ this string of red, black, pink and yellow stars until

I got home, putting my mittens back into my pockets.

 

Micah had used his Secret Santa school “pocket savings”

from his home piggy bank to purchase a wide variety of

little dollar gifts. Mine was a head band which had a pair

of reindeers on the ‘antennae.’ This was the first time I had

seen this head adornment; usually the two ‘antennae’ are

antlers! I wore it proudly around to both families’ Christmas

events. I also had two children request a photo taken with

them on. Quite a thoughtful and fun gift, Micah!

 

The ‘true spirit’ of giving was in both these little ones’ hearts.

 

Do you have any thoughts about the political climate or post-

holiday memories you wish to share?

 

Gone AWOL

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Cold and sad moments frozen in time.

Not sure if I am ready to post about

this sad occurrence.

It will be almost two weeks ago, that

a young man of only 35 years old, a

friend of my oldest daughter and a

stepbrother to her significant ‘other,’

chose to end his life.

When they published the obituary, it

included my daughter’s and her Mike’s

names as family members.

I felt so bereft. It’s been awhile since

something has happened like this. It

saddens me more, to know oldest daughter

has lost 2 other friends, same situations.

Son had lost those 2 other pals, too.

Under duress,

Under pressure,

Extreme melancholy…

A Tribute to A Lost Man.

He was loved by his male

partner of over 14 years.

That meant they fell in love

while only 20 and 21 years.

Emotionally fragile,

lifelong tender hearted.

He had helped, while in

middle school, young people

his age with disabilities

and challenges.

Then, during the teen-aged years,

when some girls and boys stop

thinking of others,

he chose to sit with those same

young people in the high school

cafeteria.

He enjoyed helping some to get

through the line while in their

wheelchairs.

Carrie said, “Ron’s face brightened

and his smile shone.”

He had chosen this outlet to get

much needed love and attention,

not given by family nor his peers.

The attention came from appreciative

and lovable ones who needed him.

Also, some acknowledgement and pats

on the back from his teachers, too.

Once an adult, living with his partner,

a family member came to him, asking

for their Grace and Love for four little

ones she did not think she could handle

anymore.

Once again, this fine and sensitive soul

accepted more into his life.

Was it too much extra weight on his

shoulders?

Somehow, someway not really having the

inner strength to keep up the façade.

My Dad used to say, “Batten down the

hatches.” and “Try to soldier through

(tough times).”

One never knows what drives people to

the edge.

Why?

What were the last and final, fleeting

thoughts of this precious, young man’s

life?

It seems, from the outside, looking at

the situation:

“Senseless.”

“Selfish.”

“Sinful.”

(Real comments, while seeking solace

from coworkers.)

Somehow, there were hidden pains, not

to be understood by us at all.

I want to rush and comfort him, but know

that the four children and his partner

returned Ron’s love for them.

How can we judge?

I have to believe,

as I have always felt

this way,

through several losses along my children’s

path in life of special people who chose

to ‘not carry on in this World.’

That, the moment he died—

God forgave Ron…

God wept.

God stretched out His Loving Arms

and Carried Him Home To Heaven.

Where God welcomed him as One of His Own.

Some other recent deaths hold memories:

Nick’s Dad- 51, too young to die.

Andy C.- My high school friend, age 56.

Jean’s Mother- sorely missed by my coworker.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman- a fine but troubled actor.

Coach Cornell (Delaware Hayes football coach)- a

humble usher weekly at my church, a 30 year teaching

career and a ‘force to be reckoned with,’ my friend,

Barney’s Dad.

And two who were too young,

left this earth long ago,

chose to leave,

like Ron:

Benjamin

and

Daniel.

Miss you both so much! xo

Boys and Girls love this “new” fad!

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I think many of you have already been introduced to this new “fad”

that is being consumed, exhibited and created by those elementary

and older children out there! It is called around our town, “silly

bands” or “Silly Bandz!” I was excited to discover who is the one

given credit for this new hot trend:

“The trend seems to have hit the area in the summer and quickly picked

up when kids went back to school. Credit Michigan father and inventor,

Cheong-Choon Ng for the hundreds of little bands clogging your vacuum

cleaner.” (Laura DeMarco, Cleveland Plain Dealer reporter.)

This father, Mr. Ng, made his first loom about three years ago, (2010),

using pushpins and encouraging creativity and crafts at home. The

family project, thanks to YouTube videos, became “viral” among the

younger generation. Interest has exploded!

I was going crazy last Fall looking for these colorful bands in different

stores around Delaware, finding them in Walgreens. The kits can be

found in different places, like Michael’s, an arts and crafts store, and

learning stores along with Big Box stores, such as Walmart and K Mart.

Cheong-Choon Ng, has sold over one million kits marked as Rainbow

Loom bracelets.

Boys like to wear these, too. I was surprised to see my grandsons

sporting them last summer on their wrists. I thought about the day that

I had painted my only son’s toenails a bright blue when he was about 4

years old, due to his complaining about my spending time with both

his oldest and youngest sister doing same thing. I think he liked the ‘feel’

of the polish going on, the way I recited the “Little Piggy Goes to Market”

sing-song rhyme. He also liked that individual attention that we, as

parents, sometimes forget how every child likes that, no matter how

small the action is.

Looking back I remember, how horrified my ex-husband was to see those

bright blue toes sticking out of his sandals! I really “went off on him,”

sorry to say!

“Do you really have a homophobic fear that your son will like blue toenail

polish forever? And what if he does decide he likes to fix himself up in a

different way than you expect: what would you really feel?”

I proceeded to give him a serious reminder of how much he loves his son,

no matter how he would turn out!

I am liking this fad, due to its whimsical and non-gender specific nature.

I am also, secretly, (“Shhh! Don’t pass this on to you know who!) since my

grandsons are going to my ex’s over ‘break’ in December. Maybe, possibly,

with some co-conspirator action on my oldest daughter’s part, I may just

send them off to his house with nail polish AND rainbow silly bands on

their wrists AND ankles!!

Long live the Rainbow Connection (Kermit loves to sing this)!

Let’s support gay pride and their rights!

After all, a MAN and FATHER created these. He is laughing his way all

the way to the bank! Ha!