Category Archives: nontraditional relationships

Bidding Adieux to the Old Year


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?


Humorous Romance


Some of my friends who are younger are amazed when I mention that up until my

Dad died, my Mom and Dad enjoyed one form of romance or another. Here’s to all

those loving, open and caring people who dance in the kitchen! Hope this inspires

you to put some spice in your life or at least bring your significant other a bouquet

of burgundy, crimson, golden and burnt sienna Autumn flowers. My Mom will be

receiving a pot of those gorgeous lavender-rose chrysanthemums, (the closest there

is in the palette of fall colors to her favorite color of pink!) One important thing I

learned from my Mamma: “Never show up on the doorstep of your friends or loved

ones without an old-fashioned hostess!”

This is especially important if you are showing up with a packed bag, dirty laundry,

and a plan to stay for an extended period of many days!  When I would come home

from college, catching a ride from the Studon ‘ride board’ for Fall, Winter or Spring

Break, I already knew which were the certain plants that  Mom liked: mums, pink

poinsettias, and  pink tulips in that order. The pretty yellow or red daffodils or  the

brilliantly gorgeous red poinsettia plants did not ‘fit in’ with the pastels in her formal

Victorian living room.

Kenny Rogers’ song about “bringing his wife flowers” was a big  ‘hit’ with Mom. The

memorable special song was called, “Buy Me a Rose,” written by Jim Funk and Erik

Hickenlooper and released in 1999. This song included valuable communication

suggestions like calling one’s partner during the day time, to make her smile and

stay in touch, simple gestures. Too often, those meaningful and thoughtful ways of

staying connected are lost, especially during the frantic paced child-rearing period

of Life. I know, from personal experience oh too well, women can become so wrapped

into their childrens’ lives they miss the signs they are losing touch with their spouses.

My parents set an example of putting priority on their interpersonal relationship

time to go out together, sometimes dressing up to be chaperone school dancees,

then stopping to have a drink out. Low cost; big rewards later.

My Dad knew’if he were in the dog house’ to bring Mom her favorite flowers of all:

pink roses. ”

The song, ” You Don’t Bring Me Flowers” (any more) pulls at my heart strings more

than the song Kenny Rogers sang. It is due to the fact that duets help  me transform

to another place and time, creating a  picture of the two people facing a crisis.  Along

with the two voices of Neil Diamond  and Barbra Streisand’s melodic and harmonious

blending made this a ‘perfect’ love song (in my mind.) This song affected many more

people than just me. Interestingly, this song had a very different beginning than I had

remembered. The collaboration of Neil Diamond with the couple, Alan and Marilyn

Bergman, were to write the music for a television comedy called, “All That Glitters.”

It was a very short snippet of a song, originally written as the opening t.v. series’ song

in 1977. (The show never caught on and took a ‘dive.’) Once it became expanded into

a full-length song in 1978, it was played frequently on the radio and became so popular

it won a Grammy Award for  “Best Song of the Year.”


Now, for the lighter side of this post, thanks to my Mom sending it to me this week.

(Joke taken from my Mom’s collection from her good friend and California pen pal

Joyce, otherwise known as, “Pooky.”)


Here are~

“Love Making Tips for Senior Citizens”

1. Wear your glasses.

This will ensure you that your partner actually in the bed and not asleep on a Lazy Boy,

in the living room. Glasses will be helpful for other reasons, like grabbing or tenderly

touching the appropriate body parts.


2. Set a timer for three minutes.

Just in case you accidentally doze off in the middle.


3. Set the mood with lighting.

Suggestion: Turn them ALL off!

Or if #5 is necessary (due to memory loss) keep a low light on your side of the bed


4. Make sure you put “911”on ‘speed dial’ or as one of your emergency contact numbers

on your cell phone. Before you begin. . .


5. Write partner’s name on your hand, in case you can’t remember it.


6. Use extra Poly Grip.

So your  teeth don’t end up under the bed.


7. Have Tylenol ready or other medications ready.

Just in case you two actually complete the act. Aches and pains, possible side effects.


8. Make all the noise you want.

The neighbors are probably as old as you are and hard of hearing.


9.  Congratulations!

Thank goodness for those endorphins and mood-enhancers.

This can be substituted for your daily regimen of a walk.

Exciting way to get your heart pumping and feel alive.

10. For all those ‘single ladies’ or ‘gentlemen,’






or Dark chocolate can work, too.


It makes me sad there are a lot of couples who barely speak to each other.

When I  was a server while in my 40’s I would wait on tables and witness

this pattern of disconnection between lovers. Granted, I worked at Cracker

Barrel, where the busy 36/37 routes intersect with north and south 71. A

lot of my customers were tired, cranky tiravelers who also were hungry.

The way I would do my ‘part’ to brighten their day or night,  would be to

get their food or beverage order as soon as I could. Bringing their drinks,

accompanied with a platter of hot biscuits and corn bread  helped to break

the ice. Once I established rapport with them, I would fib to them.

I would say they looked like they “belonged together.”

It was such a simple statement

but it helped to improve their mood

and changed the temperature of the

atmosphere between the two of them,  too.


Quote for the Day:

“Blessed are those who can give graciously without remembering,

Blessed are those who can take gratefully without forgetting.”

( “The Spire” October,2014 First Presbyterian Church bulletin)





Single Ladies Unite!


On June 4, 1948, Marion Richards placed a greeting card and a corsage on

some of her coworker’s desks. Inside each card, she left a special message

and in honor of her choice of words, there is a holiday on June 4th to celebrate!

She had chosen, you see, women who were over thirty years of age and were

unmarried at the time. She wanted them to feel loved and cared for, despite

their status.

This day is called, “Old Maid’s Day!!”

Oh my! Let’s see, in that time period my Dad was 16 years old and my

Mom was 20 years old.

Both my parents had aunts that were unmarried, due to choice, situation

or loss of a husband. They lived in separate homes, leading active and

productive lives.

My Great Aunt Marie had lost her husband to death while young. She had

worked until she was 67 years old at Gorton’s Fish Company in Gloucester.

She was one of the ‘highlights’ of my 16th summer in 1972. She had a little

red sports car and would take me to the drive-in movies, pick up young (and

cute) hitch-hikers when we were heading out of town. She would carry on the

liveliest and most interesting conversations. She was a good ‘role model’ for

my future dates by being independent and leading a positive life. I remember

one of her favorite outfits that she wore. She had a bright coral blouse and a

beautiful silk scarf with a floral design that included the color of turquoise.

She showed creativity and good fashion sense, which I liked to think about

as time went by She showed a ‘joi de vivre.” She will always be, in my eyes:

Forever young!

When my Great Aunt Marie was 92, I went to visit her. She still had her

own apartment, liked to walk to Bingo, to McDonald’s and the stores

in Gloucester.  When I woke up early to hear her lilting voice raised in

song, I walked slowly and quietly into the kitchen to find her dancing.

There she was floating on her toes, gracefully pirouetting and spinning.

When that song that says, “I Hope You Dance” came out, I carefully copied

all the words and mailed it to her. We were pen pals, and although she

never remarried, she always professed love for Pete, her husband who

had died. She never expressed regrets for not having children and truly

seemed interested in mine. I kept some of her letters, since they hold

such amazing positive words of encouragement. She was not lonely and

made friends up until she died at age 96! No worries for her being an

“Old Maid!” Not in her vocabulary or sensibility.

My Great Aunt Harriet was also a widow, a little older than my Aunt Marie,

but still would take her easel out Bearskin Neck and paint boats and the

infamous Rockport, Mass. red boathouse, Motif Number 1. She also was one

who would hop on her bicycle and go to the other ‘coves’ or inlets to use

her drawing pad. She was quite lively, intelligent and could get my 16 year

old self intrigued in everything from conservation, sea life, and politics!

Mom used to talk about her “elderly old maiden aunts,” which in reality

were cousins of hers. They were retired school teachers. They were not

related, so there were times, much later in my life, that Mom said one


“I think they may have loved each other, choosing to spend their retirement

days, reading and volunteering at the library in Middletown, Ohio.”

Still later, while watching Sean Penn acting as the gay character with the

same name as the movie, “Milk,” she expressed thoughts that her maiden

aunts “may have been” lesbians adding,

“I guess we will never know for sure, since they never told anyone, that I

knew of, in the family.”

Tomorrow, (June fourth), is “My Day!” It may be “Your Day!”

In this world of crazy reasons to celebrate, rejoice in the feeling of being

‘free to choose whatever you wish to do,’ as long as you don’t go out and

break any laws, I don’t care if you even ‘play hooky from work!’

Many women, in today’s society, choose to remain unmarried well past

their 30’s. There is no ‘time limit’ or restrictions or even suggested age

that one must marry now. When women choose to focus on their careers,

their own paths in life, and possibly having children with no marriage

license. . .

I think, “Whatever works for you!”

If you haven’t found Mr. Right, he may just be around the corner.

(At least you have not settled for Mr. Wrong!)

If you are looking for Ms. Right, she may also be just around the corner.

(I hope you catch her eyes!)

If you are content in your ‘Single-dom,’

May it be a kingdom filled with

Joy, Independence and Tranquility!

Who needs an excuse to celebrate being single?

No one needs one, but it is fun to do so, anyway!

Any excuse for a Party of One!

In case you have forgotten the beautiful and inspirational lyrics of

Lee Ann Womack’s song’s lyrics are written by Mark D. Sanders

and Tia Sillers in 2000.

“I Hope You Dance”

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,

You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger.

May you never take one single breath for granted,

God forbid love ever leave you empty-handed.

I hope you still feel small

when you stand beside the Ocean.

Whenever one door closes,

I hope one more opens.

Promise me that you’ll give faith

a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

I hope you dance..

I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,

Never settle for the path of least resistance.

Living might mean taking chances but they’re worth taking.

Loving might be a mistake but it’s worth making.

Don’t let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter.

When you come close to selling out– reconsider.

Give the heaven above more than just a passing glance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

I hope you dance…

I hope you dance.

Time is a wheel in constant motion,

Always rolling us along.

Tell me who wants to look back on

their years and wonder where those

years have gone”

(A couple of repeated stanzas and the “I Hope You Dance” repeats.)

If this song isn’t energetic enough, check out Martina Mc Bride’s

song, “This One’s for the Girls.” Of course, you can always rely on

the fun song, even sung by the little Chipmunks’ girlfriends can

be silly to dance to: “All the Single Ladies” by Beyoncé Knowles

and others.

A totally different song, a rowdy and controversial song with

anti-violence message and ending domestic abuse is called,

Independence Day,” sung by Martina McBride. This was not

played on radios because of the difficult subject matter of a mother

fighting back against abuse by burning her family’s home down.

The reason I support this song is due to Martina McBride’s being a

dual spokeswoman for the National Domestic Violence Hotline and

the National Network to End Domestic Violence.

“Independence Day” contains a powerful message for those who are

needing an ‘anthem’ to give them ‘backbone’ to get out of abusive

situations. I like it just to shout out the lyrics, “Let freedom ring!”


“June is Bustin’ Out All Over!”


Thanks for this song, Rodgers and Hammerstein! The musical, “Carousel,”

featured this lively and unforgettable song from back in 1956! This month,

we celebrate Father’s Day and a lot of other exciting dates.

We will be turning a Season, in the month of June, along with the calendar


Lots of exciting events begin this month like our Delaware Farmer’s Market,

downtown on Wed. evenings and Sat. mornings. The swimming pools have

opened, as of Memorial Day! The special 40 acre, new African Safari opened,

at the Columbus Zoo! Along, with its side by side amusement and swimming

area, called Zoombezi Bay.

All across the country, people are ‘gearing up’ for taking time off, using

their vacation time. Hopefully, you will have a great Summer!

You may have someone in your family or among your friends, who has a

Graduation or a Wedding event! Enjoy your month of June!

June, 2014

Birthstone: Pearl

Flower: Rose

June 5- World Environment Day

June 6- D-Day

It will be 70 years since our invasion of Normandy,

France, on 6/6/44.

We honor Veterans and Servicemen in the military.

June 12-

The U.S. Open begins and continues until June 15th.

Remember Nelson Mandela.

He was sentenced to life imprisonment, serving from

1964 until 1990.

June 13- Full Strawberry Moon

June 14- Flag Day

In 1777, the United States adopted our flag of red, white and blue.

June 15- Father’s Day.

Happy Father’s Day!

This goes out to all those men who have been uncles, fathers,

sons, caring mentors, brothers and grandfathers! There have been

teachers, social workers, neighbors and others who have played an

important role in children’s and teens’ lives, making a huge impact

and demonstrating good male role models. Thank you very much!

My Dad liked to look up cocktail mixes in his “Old Mr. Boston” book.

I was reading in the Preface an interesting description, published

in 1935, about the character of one who is an “Old Mr. Boston.”

It (with a few ‘tweaks’) could have described a Father or my Dad:

1. Official bartender.

2. Sympathetic best friend.

3. Jolly fellow.

Prankster, joker and sometimes tickler!

4. Rare individual.

5. Distinct personality.

6. Sterling values and qualities.

7. Genuine good nature.

8. Accepting of difficult tasks or chores.

9. Fixer of broken toys, bikes, or other odds and ends.

10. Errand runner.

11. His domain includes lawns and garage.

Sometimes gardens, too.

12. Giver of advice or suggestions.

13. Rule maker or ‘ruler of the roost!’

14. Someone to rely on in emergencies.

15. Chauffeur and changer of tires.

16. Champion of your causes.

17. Protector of the family.

18. Kindness, along with harshness.

19. Family vacation planner.

20. Barbecue ‘king.’

Hope this list is as ‘good’ as my Mother’s Day list and I welcome any

and all additions! Hope this one gave you some smiles and also, got

you to think of others who have played valuable roles in forming how

you have become.

June 17- Suffolk County, Massachusetts

Bunker Hill Day.

June 19- Texas Emancipation Day

June 20- West Virginia Day

June 21-

The First Day of Summer!

In Canada, National Aborigine Day.

June 24- Discovery Day, Canada and Newfoundland.

In Quebec, “Fete Nationale.”

June 27- New Moon.

June 28- Ramadan starts at Sundown.

June 29- Ramadan.

Conundrums in Life


I think having been raised mainly during our

country’s seventies period of civil disobedience,

fighting for civil and women’s rights, I tend to

question authority. Having spent some time in my

life, generally acting like a ‘hippie,’ I tend to

not do well under authoritative bosses.

Our boss, held a big meeting about safety last week.

We convened in the largest ‘conference’ room with

both heavy bulk and the bin order fillers together.

This is rare, since we all have divergent focuses

and different ‘dangers’ attached to our jobs. We

also, traditionally during the past five years of

my employment, been ‘at odds’ with one another.

My safety concerns are protecting my body from

lifting and pushing hampers on lines or pushing

a cart filled with hampers. I also am not too

crazy when they stock things far above my head

that are heavier than ten pounds. I am fine,

using my ‘lifting pose’ with my legs apart and

using their muscles to heave fifty pounds up

onto the rollers or onto a cart, from waist-high

shelving or lower.

As we entered the room, we had lined up, written our

names on lined sheets with complicated information

that I noticed some of the employees needed to check

their name tags for. Two forms of identification,

which include a four digit number, mine is easy to

remember: 2347 and then, a longer ‘code’ which is

367650. The second one, sometimes with six numbers

catches some of our simpler minded people or older

ones. That ‘job’ completed, we sat on metal folding

chairs with a pencil and a ditto. Some use their legs

to answer the questions before we even watch any type

of movie. I laughed and elbowed my friend, Tammy,

because as soon as the lights went out, one of the

older guys leaned back and fell promptly asleep!

His name is Vincent and I always call him, “Vince”

or his whole name, but there are some who call him

“Vinnie” which always makes me giggle, thinking of

Vinnie Barbarino. Yes, that tells you what kind

of silly stuff I used to watch; “Welcome Back,

Kotter.” (John Travolta was cute in those days!)

That made me ‘wax nostalgic,’ for a few moments.

Nothing like the lights going out, to get you


Then, the different crises situations were played

out, like if someone would somehow pass the guards

and have a weapon, what we were supposed to do.

Then, if someone’s mood or attitude had recently

changed, we were told to mention this to our

supervisor, as this is “suspicious behavior.”

Anyway, you can imagine the variety of about 35

minutes of such situational choices and procedures

were shown in this safety movie to us.

When we were finished, there was time to fill out

and complete your questionnaire. Our boss asked us

if we had any concerns or safety issues.

Since practically everyone likes to take time away

from work, a deluge of inane comments and questions

began. I raised my hand, since one of the examples

given of “terrorism” was for an infiltrator, within

the work force, to get in an area where combustibles

were stored. Possibly then, due to anger or depression,

catch the explosive materials on fire.

I had a question,

“Why has there been a black garbage bag covering our

exit sign in the ‘bomb shelter?’

(This is the all concrete room, where pallet riders

pick up cases of aerosol paints and other flammable

car products below where I sometimes am placed. This

area above the riding equipment area is called the

‘Aerosol Room.’) I mentioned that Nick and Corey,

heavy bulk men, had also noticed this. It also has a

sign that says, “Do not use this exit” anymore.

“How, if there is a fire or an explosion will we

make it to the front, where the door is, or the back

of the building, where the docks are?”

The manager smiled and jotted this down, saying,

“We will check on this and thank you for bringing

this up.”

Another person raised their hand and asked,

“When are they going to move the carbuerators

and other heavy things from the top shelf in

the Mezzanine? That should be considered a

‘safety issue’ since they could fall on our

heads or strain our back and shoulders.”

The manager again smiled, nodded his head,


“This has been brought up before and I will

refer the question, in an email memo, to the

cycle count and stocking people. Are there any

more questions?”

I gave you the only two that were pertinent to

my life, that were not just plain ‘stupid.’

A conundrum, typically, has a puzzle or a twist.

It is sometimes a complicated problem. I have

something more to tell you.

I decided on last Friday, racing around on our

half day, trying to beat Melvin and Tammy in

our best “TGIF” attitude, to write down on a

piece of paper, any products that I had to

climb the attached ladder on my cart to the

top and grab a heavy or awkwardly sized item.

I turned in about twenty products in a neatly

printed list, with their location numbers to

my boss. He told me he was going to pass it

on to his boss’ boss, Ted.

Yesterday, Ted came up to me, telling me that

many of my locations did seem to have heavy

products but they were not going out too often.

This meant, he said, that their frequency of

outgoing products did not meet the demand of

moving them. I asked if they could be moved to

the floor or second shelf level instead of the

sixth shelf. I could not (honestly) understand

why it mattered how often they went out, if

they were too heavy to hold above your head,

while climbing back down the cart’s ladder.

He also followed me to an area that I told

him and gave him two more items, that were

dangerous. They were metal couplings with

‘nipples’ on each end, looked like little

mufflers. I said that the way they were

stocked they were dangerous, as you needed

to pull them forward in bin boxes, which

given a little extra tug, come crashing

on your head!

I got dramatic,

“They are like missiles, Ted! I can see

eyes gored out or head injuries.”

This morning, Thursday, Ted came to our

morning start-up meeting, where we get our

numbers for the day, how many hours we will

working and perform our warm-up exercises.

While we were doing exercises, Ted told us,

“You are NOT to give me any more lists of

items, that were not dangerous due to low

frequency of picking.”

Several of my tablemates rolled their eyes,

raised their eyebrows or otherwise indicated

they knew he was talking about me and worried

how I would react. I was quiet at lunch and I

was silent as I drove to the library and here

is my rant:

Why ask us for our opinions if you don’t want

to know the questions! And you don’t really

want to fix the problems!

Wonder whether that dummy took the black garbage

bag off the EXIT sign yet, if the door is fixed

and we have a proper exit in case of espionage?

Ha! Wouldn’t it serve him right if I called the

Fire Inspector?!

This and That


Part of the charm of hearing love stories and success stories

recounted is having positive follow ups! Here are some mid –

June updates that are owed to my faithful readers. This is to

fill you in on ‘what’s happening’ and more uplifting news.

Sometimes I sit and ponder about Walter Mitty’s secret life from

James Thurber’s active imagination. Do you remember the show

based on this called, “My World and Welcome to It?” This mature

comedy had William Windom portray the main character, John

Monroe, who is loosely James Thurber. The writer of short stories

and cartoonist was a frequent contributor to the magazine, The

New Yorker.

In each of the follow ups’ paragraph, I list the posts from which the

personal story was first introduced.

Anna is dating 3 Ron’s trying to equal my month with 3 Dan’s!

These 3 Ron’s have all had more than one date with Anna in and

around central Ohio. One drives all the way from Medina, one lives

in Reynoldsburg, and one lives between Ashley and Delaware. I am,

as always, not kidding! (“Anna’s New Quest”)

Kelly has met Scott’s children which makes this a very happy family!

Scott C. has been moving up the Advance Auto D.C. management

ladder since they recognized his teaching degree and people skills.

This means he’s good at training new employees. (“Love is in the Air!”)

Bill is happily pursuing the younger woman in his life, the Starbucks’

“girl,” I call her. They have the most fun with their being on the same

odd shift schedule. Bill and I had our usual First Friday in June. This

included walking around downtown, eating at Bob Evans and Goodwill

shopping. I cannot miss this chance to joke about that! Do you or don’t

you ever think of the movie,”Good Will Hunting,” when you go into the

Goodwill Thrift Store? (“The Man Who Knew My Daughter First” and

my friend, philosopher Bill stories that followed after.) We ended up at

Delaware Dam with coffees watching the sunset over the water and a

heron taking off, reminiscent of an ancient pterodactyl.

Peggy is accepting the fact that her man, Tim, had decided to look around.

Surprisingly, somehow she did not get upset when we told her we spotted

Tim on an online dating website. He does not even realize she knows he

was. This has released some unknown tension that may have built up.

This couple is getting along wonderfully! (“Love Story with Peggy + Tim”

along with  “Moral Dilemma” follow up.)

“Local Singers”, Team Knyce, have put out another blues/jazz/rap CD

entitled, “Under the Influence.” This trio have been performing at

larger venues with more crowds! Remember if you look them up on

YouTube, there is some bad language and they use the “n—–” word

a lot. I suppose I need to repeat that all three men went to Hayes High

School and are African Americans. Lead singer, Josh Moore, graduated

with my youngest daughter and is a very nice young man. Their language

may not be politically correct but if you listen to the musicality with the

rhythm and blues influence, their CD displays talent!

When I hear news that is all positive and moves the stories forward,

I want to keep you informed. After all, we all enjoy happy endings, don’t


It is encouraging to know that these 3 love stories, that overcame some

hurdles, are on the “right track” now!  Including the update about our local

singers, looks like they all are on the upswing. The Team KNYCE musical

trio are on their way to reaching their dreams and aspirations.

Small Town


Someone recently accused me of becoming a “small town mind.” I think they

meant having a “small town mind” or mindset. But just to settle that subject

on my posts, I am a transplanted city girl from Cleveland’s west side and hope

to always be considered open-minded, cooperative and friendly. Some of those

traits are from living in a small town, like being friendly!

I am so accepting of differences that I really don’t feel them, notice them nor

point them out unless it helps to be able to describe someone. My parents put

us in front of a mirror and if we weren’t close to a mirror, sometimes they just

plain said these valuable and insightful words: “You are white, you are middle

class and you already have your foot in the door in almost any business or

occupation you will choose. Don’t whine, don’t complain because you are blessed

with so much more than others, it isn’t funny!”

All of us did a lot of chores, we went to a babysitter that lived on a farm so we had

fun doing chores there, too. We loved feeding baby sheep in the kitchen of their

house with a baby bottle. We loved jumping down onto big mounds of hay from

on top of the hayloft. We loved tons of little things like barn kitties and hiding in

the cornfields.

This did not change us into farmers nor did we become less liberal. We were not

raised by conservatives and we did not become anything different as time has gone by.

So, how did someone come to view me as “small town minded?” At first, I was not sure!

I have posted about my mother telling me that my spinster cousin who lived with a

woman was probably gay, we just called them “the aunts.”

I have mentioned several diverse nationalities that have come around in my different

circles of life. Each one I met (so far, and I mean this sincerely!) have been so nice and

very sharing and open towards me.

My brother once said I reminded him, in appearance, to the actress who played in the

hit t.v. series, “The Flying Nun.” He thought I looked like Sally Fields, for years and


Heavens! I am not a nun! I am not strict, judgmental nor only believe in one religion. I

have mentioned my father’s faith, my grandfather’s faith and then there is my mother’s

faith and my grandmother’s faith. None of these four important people thought or

practiced the very same religion! (One is an agnostic/atheist, too.)

When I asked him directly, “Why do you think I have a small town mindset?”

The man ansered, “Well, about relationships.”

Oh! That may be true! Gosh, never thought someone would describe my sexual orientation,

strong need for serial monogamy and my lack of interest in threesomes as “small town


Funny! I had to laugh and actually chuckled on the way home from my dinner with this man!

I have lived in Delaware, Ohio for 27 years now and I feel like it is not too small minded since

it is on the edge of Columbus and I have met several friends who are open-minded, vote the

same way, and agree with acceptance of all people helps us all to become a closer and happier

world. The Cleveland roots got me into a job interview twice, though. Both times the men

who were interviewing were superintendents of schools. Each time they were from big cities

and were at that present time, employed by county schools.

The first time I interviewed for a teaching job, I was all of 22 years old. I had just finished

college, was newly married and was asked to become a language arts teacher in a middle

school. When I said where I went to high school, this tall, lanky forty-something year old

relaxed his shoulders and said, “Thank God! We need a city girl on our staff!”

I asked at the time, in a rather timid voice, “How does being from the city help me get this


He replied, “There are several new families that have moved into Wood County and the staff

are developing a negative attitude towards them. I am hoping you are open-minded. I hope

you won’t let them, because they are older, influence you to also think negatively towards

these new kids.”

I answered with a more confident tone, “My parents taught us that we are not such hot stuff

and  just because we were born white we should never, ever look down our noses at others’. My

mother, my brothers and I piled into a station wagon with some of our best toys and games

all summer long to go teach Head Start in Sandusky, Ohio where it was held in thecool basement

of an African American church. We did this for several summers until we moved to Cleveland,


The superintendent leaned in intently during this exchange, then he said, “Good! Now, how do you

feel about migrant workers?”

I was able to honestly say I was fluent in Spanish (at the time this was true, it does come back while

with those who speak it) and my mother was a Spanish teacher so we ate Mexican foods, too. I

remember mentioning the spices, including saffron, which are used in those foods. I also said I was

lucky that my Spanish Club and my Mom’s Spanish Club traveled to Mexico and Spain.

The second job interview that had a selective Superintendent was up in Mount Gilead, Ohio. He is

no longer there but I loved that big, burly man! He instantly made me feel welcome and let me know

that my background on my resume of working at a battered women’s shelter and also, working with

elderly in a nursing home would prepare me for the diversity of population that have special needs’

children in their care. He told me being from Cleveland and then, my profession as a Child Advocate

in Lancaster, Ohio would help me to stand up and be an advocate for the children who were sometimes

“falling into big cracks in the local educational mainstream.”

This will end my summary of how being from the city has helped me, but of course, having some

amazing parents and forebears really were the ones who opened my horizons. I am always thankful

that I never closed my mind or door to any person, even when there have been kind of scary ones

knocking on the door!