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Creek Walk: Blue Limestone Park

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My only three granddaughters and I went on a special Creek Walk at Blue Limestone

Park on Saturday afternoon on June 14, 2014. Why note the date? It is the one where

I truly felt I changed their sweet, little lives. I asked if they would prefer, as we drove

past the beautiful new Big Toy, gym equipment installed at this ‘ancient park’ to play

there?

The unified answer was, “No, Nana!” The M & M girls, who are only 3 and 5 years old,

sang those lovely words out loudly. As they finished, their soon (next week) to be 10

year old sister, said these heart-warming words to this humble, nature-loving ‘hippie’

from the seventies,

“Nana, we look forward every year to being able to explore along the creek, cross over

the rocks and go under the train tunnel!”

Lara made me burst in pride, looking in my rearview mirror at her, my little step-

granddaughter, who is mine as well as others’. I said in reply,

“Thank you, Lara! This means so much to me!”

She came back instantly,

“You are the ONLY one who does this with us!”

Landen had gone off to be with the other two grandsons, Micah and Skyler, into the

land of video games and boys’ interests at my oldest daughter’s house. I was having

a good time, this day, with the ‘promise’ given at the onset to get ice cream cones

for three out of four of us, while Marley, whose ‘tummy hurts’ when she eats dairy

foods, will either choose a sherbet or a cookie, at our local place.

What did we find on our walk?

We found the light shining so brightly through the train trestle that I could not

capture through my camera lens, the brightly lit yellowish green still Spring like

branches and silhouettes up ahead of our journey. I took pictures of Lara, carefully

placing each foot upon the next rock, one by one, telling us behind her, of which

ones were ‘wobbly’ or ‘rocking back and forth.’

I helped my other two, sometimes having to hold their hand, putting my foot in

a simple sneaker, down into the clear and rushing creek water. They were filled

with a different kind of trepidation, I sensed a change in their development from

last year’s walk. They were more aware of the ‘danger’ of falling onto rocks and

the sense of imbalance to the stones. They had had more recent bumps and bruises,

evidenced on Marley’s shin and Makyah’s cheek. Little light bluish bruises, which

each carried their own story.

When we reached the place where they have to lean on the cold, damp wall of the

trestle, built of blue limestone rock, the oldest, Lara, was in the lead. She asked

why there would be mud up here, on the ‘shelf?’

I told her that sometimes the waters must have been higher or the wind roaring

through the tunnel, had brought mud upon the place we were walking. I also

told her the truth,

“Nana doesn’t really know the answer to that question, just a guess!”

When we got to the other side of the tunnel, to me, it is like a ‘fairy land.’ We saw

birds swooping, cheerily greeting our arrival here I saw so many branches of trees

leaning in, roots rising up and then arches created by low slung trees, bent into

bows. When they were under an arch, I asked the trio of girls to turn around.

They immediately did, knowing my camera was ready to capture this moment.

Lara, placing her arms around both the girls, showing the living definition of

‘sisterhood.’ The light filtering through the combination of hues of deep green,

light yellowish green and shadows made an entrancing photograph.

Mentally, I noted, three copies need to be made.

You see, I may not share the photos of my adventures with you, but I make

miniature albums of 36 pictures for each of the six grandchildren. They come

and take one of the recently made ones, sit and look them over. Their parents

make cd’s and videos on their cell phones, while I make the picture books that

let them know what seasonal adventures ensued during the past months.

Once in awhile, lately, the five year old, Marley has been curious about my first

husband, their “Poppi” who they did not realize was married to me, ‘once upon

a time.’ She asks to see photographs of our wedding, our days of young parent-

hood, raising her Daddy and her Aunt Carrie. Marley was thoughtful, again,

yesterday. She asked,

“Did you bring my Daddy here, when he was a little boy?”

I told her,

“Yes! In those days, there were tons of tadpoles or pollywogs, in these little

ponds that are back here, behind the big lake. The kids would bring buckets,

even ones I babysat, and we would all explore this area. Your Daddy, when

he was in 6th grade was allowed to come here on his bicycle and fish in the

Blue Limestone ‘lake’ that really is a ‘quarry.'”

I asked, as we climbed over a fallen tree, the little ones studying a spider,

bright, almost ‘neon’ green moss, and some little toadstools growing on the

side of it:

“Do you want to know what a quarry is?”

They all three listened as I explained how the Ohio Wesleyan University and

other buildings around their hometown had blue limestone that had been

‘mined’ from first the big ‘lake’ and then, later the smaller holes that became

other ‘lakes’ surrounding where we were walking beside.

We reached a ‘break’ in the trees, walked to the edge of the creek, finding in

the dirt, hoof marks of deer and also the smaller prints of raccoons and one

set of bunny tracks. I gathered them together and we all ducked under a low

slung branch, pointing across the creek, the separated undergrowth, the

path where the deer ran through the woods. We also could see, with a little

turn of our head, an opening where you could see the blue-green, almost

turquoise colored water of one of the more shallow quarries. I pointed this

out, saying:

“Your Daddy, Aunts Felicia and Carrie liked to swim in that ‘pond.'”

Oh boy! What a “can of worms” I did not foresee opening, with that remark!

I am sure you can guess, they wanted to go right across that creek and jump

into that smaller quarry!

I reminded them that their parents had bought a YMCA pass to the pools,

both indoors and outdoors. That, in those days, the possibility of algae and

other more dangerous bacteria were not so common. After all, this would

have been over 20 years ago!

They are such respectful children, allowing me to side track them, letting

them to think about taking off their shoes to dangle them in the creek

water.

I had them wipe their faces first, arms next, systematically going from

the top of their bodies to their feet, when we got back to the car. Then,

we carefully placed their special little mementos of their creek walk on

the passenger seat of the car:  wild lilac flower branches, three hickory

nuts that had been cracked open, halved neatly to reveal an inner design

that Lara found fascinating, the other younger ones chiming in that they

also “needed one of those!” and the wild daisies for their mother.

Then, having cleaned up, we ran down or rolled down, depending on

our age, the hill leading to the place where we would cross the parking

lot and play on the Big Toy!

Later, while sitting and savoring our treats, we were gazing, all four of

us, westward. There were first appearing, cotton candy blend of pink

and azure blue billowing clouds, then an orange-ish golden hue, and

finally a fire igniting across the sky.

When we got home, we all looked up at the waning Full Strawberry Moon,

the clear dark sky lit up with its presence. I said out loud, “Thank you,

God for this beautifully perfect day!”

Lara, who attends church more often than not, with her local father’s

mother, (Grandma) exclaimed: (I am not making this up!)

“Amen!!”

 

 

 

I Like My Life Sunny Side Up!

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Everything’s “sunny” in Delaware, Ohio and all is right with

my little world at the moment. Sometimes in our hot, cranky

work environment, coworkers will ask, looking at me with an

annoying stare, “What are you on?” I answer the trite but true

statement, “I am high on life!”

I was taught to express myself, get it off my chest and move on.

My son once at all of age 4, was explaining about “Mommy’s

temper.” He said, “First, she gets to yelling, getting all wound

up. Then like a (toy) top, she flies off. Finally, she slows down

and stops being mad. You don’t have to wait too long!”

Lots of little details lately fall into the “blessings” category and my

“answered prayers.” I am happy to say the blackened skin graft

fell off and my ear is all pink except for two spots that hopefully

will fade or smooth down. Thanks to Dr. Casey (female, and her

first name is not “Ben” Casey, shoot! T.V. reference for any older

readers out there!) I am skin cancer free but will never suggest

the skin graft. It did not “stick.”

Onto more good news on the sunshine subject! I had a great

time throwing and catching my two grandsons, Skyler and

Micah at the Delaware Mingo Pool. There was such joyful

exchanges along with happy feelings spreading from my warm

head in the sun, to my cold, wet toes in the chlorinated pool.

Just an aside for those readers who like historical facts or might

wonder where the name for our local pool and park came from.

They are set on a nice, wide expanse of hilly, tree filled land, which

is adjacent to the top tributary of the Olentangy River. The name

Mingo came from before ancestors from overseas came to settle here,

when the Mingo Native American tribe lived in this area. Both groups

finding it a beautiful area and the river handy for transporting goods.

I like the fact, it is a sunny, positive one, that Mingos are a peaceful

tribe of Native Americans and am glad my children were taught about

them in elementary school here, hopefully still included in the grand-

children’s curriculum, too.

Some nice news to tell you about the man my oldest daughter gave

my email to over the week I was on vacation. In case you are just

starting here, his name is Len. We had a nice walk on a Sunday,

we have gone to two movies (Wed. and Fri.) so far, “The Lone Ranger”

and “The Heat.” We also took a lovely and sunny drive to Marion, Ohio

to meet his mother on Saturday. Both his mother and Lenny liked my

homemade macaroni salad. She asked, “Why did you bring something?”

I answered, “My Mom taught me to never come as a dinner guest empty

handed!”

Lois was so pleased that the next day, Lenny got a call. He followed up

by calling me and saying his mother really liked me. Yup, that’s me,

“mother pleaser.” Good to be in that category. Mainly, I found out our

politics overlap fairly well, our religion is close enough that we can adapt

if we were to attend either’s church.

Also, I love to collect birds, especially robins, started that with my Mom

and Dad’s gifts of course. His mother loves birds, has ceramic, porcelain

and crystal birds. Under our dinner placemats, Lois lifted her tablecloth

to reveal a beautiful 1000 piece puzzle in the shape of a butterfly. She has

some pieces to fill in still to complete the design that has summery living

things like birds, butterflies and flowers. I liked the blue herons.

On our way home to Delaware last Saturday evening, Len and I were

listening to an “oldies” radio channel. Apparently, his older sister and

two brothers taught him to like several of my favorites:  Chicago, Hall and

Oates, Billy Joel and Neil Diamond! I asked him what he thought of the

Beatles?

He said he really liked them, too.

These were some of the musical entertainers that a man I dated before

said “he could not stand” because they were either “not musical,”

“egotistical”or “over rated!”

Along that line of thought, I asked, “Do you like to dance?”

Wait for this. I have to pause. This was one of the sweetest comments

I have heard on a date for quite awhile!

Lenny replied, “If you want (or need) someone to be your dance partner,

I’d like to be him!”

I let those words sink in, inwardly sighing! Such a thoughtful man, he

can tell you what his mother likes to eat if they are at Bob Evans, an

open faced turkey or beef sandwich. If he takes her to Red Lobster, it

is chicken for dinner, not sea food.

A recent post by Mike Lince and his wife, Florence on Applecore were

addressing the sunny side and the down side in their situation recently.

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Mike and his wife, Florence, the photographer mentioned “Good News

and Bad News.” He mentions that they are making best of things while

in

because they have to wait for their apartment to live in so they get to

travel for awhile. Thank you for getting me started with this positive

directed post!

Another recent and happy news for me, at least, is somehow due to

our no longer being at all in touch with an old boyfriend, my mystery

problem is gone. I will elaborate, I had someone who was challenging

me and also questioning some of my posts. At first, it started in a friendly

banter with a few questions. Anyway, I just put that person in “spam”

but could not resist seeing the person’s notes from time to time while

checking to make sure an actual friend was not being obliterated! I wrote

a ‘mysteries solved’ post including my grandsons liking a book that had

Donald Duck as a Sherlock Holmes detective and Mickey Mouse as the

zookeeper.

I am not trying to dwell on recently “opened wounds” and am going to

“gird up” to face new challenges with a smile and a hand outstretched.

My father’s words when he was nearing his end in 2001, when I asked

him “How did you  and Mom made marriage look so easy?” and followed

by “What do you think I need to do differently?”

He answered, “Marriage is a love affair in the beginning, it is a lasting

and enduring love with a lot of work thrown in between and in the end

you have your best friend and partner in all that you do.” Followed by,

“Don’t do anything differently but try not to give your trust so easily

and protect your heart!”

I am looking forward to the rest of the year being more centered and

balanced, spending time in meditation and being peaceful. Along with

lots of laughing, splashing, and holding someone’s hand from time to

time! Whether that hand is one of my grown children, my Mom’s, my

grandchildrens’ or the “new guy’s” hand, will all depend on the day

and the situation! I have a new dance partner!

If we could all stay in summer vacation “mode” we would be so much

more happier and carefree!