Summer of 2011

It soon will be Memorial Day of 2011.  65 years ago was the last time I put on the Band Uniform of Green and Gold to participate with the marching band of my high school.  We had marched and played in Cleveland, Ohio to celebrate the ending of the war in Europe just a few months before.  Oh how we played our hearts out with the march " Stars and Stripes Forever!!!"  Most of us had been together for 4 years and it was coming to an end, but we had the world by the tail.  Oh so grownup and ready to face  the big old world out there.

Memorial Day once was called Decoration Day.  All the graves of the brave men of all wars fought before the "Great World War"  to end all wars were decorated with flags and flowers.  My brother fought in Korea, My Son in "Nam" and my oldest grandson in Desert Storm.  Then came Iraq with our youngest grandson laying his life on the line twice, and now Aphganistan.  Peter our oldest who went back into  the Navy for all good reasons is headed into harms way again.  This time as a 40 years old father of 3 wonderful children.  Will this never stop???My husband who was in WW2 with the Navy says that God is trying to tell us something.  But of course we never listen.

In August I shall journey to Ohio and help my old class mates celebrate 65 years of living out here in the big old world.  I like to think that we have done some things right.  God has been good and kind to us.  At our ages of 83 and 85 we still are on our own with good health and each other.  What more do two people need?

My rainbow continues

The only way to have a rainbow in your life is to see it through the clouds. Here in the Arizona Desert rainbows do not happen much as we have very little rain. I have learned to find beauty in the sparse landscape down here. Cactus blooms are the most delicate you will every see and the smell is so delightful. They look mean and the spikes are but that protects them for being eaten.

Time moves on and we keep busy. Just finished working at the county Fair. When I was a child my grandfather always took my brother Bill and I to the Lorain county Fair. Oh what fun we had. Now that I am old I see my grandfather had more fun watching us then we had. What a WONDERFUL TIME OF LIFE.

I'm looking forward to going to Ohio in August. My high school class is celebrating 65 years. How fortunate that we can enjoy seeing each other again. with all the wrinkles grey hair or dyed as mine is, puggy tommies and balled heads. Life is a rainbow for sure.

my thoughts

For the last six months the airwaves by all means of communication have been full of hate, lies and underhandness. a poor word but my meaning is clear. At 82 and a positive person I am saddened by what is happening to our government. I grew up in a small town during the best time of the 20th century, even if it was the time of the great depression, in my little world it was peaceful and loving. One of the reasons that I love living in Yuma, Arizona is the feeling I had as a child in that small town. The foothills of Yuma gives me that feeling. within walking distance of my church, close to my food store and drugstore and several medical clinics. BUT that ugly undertone is creeping into even this little place of peace.

We are quick to accuse the other person for what we believe is wrong in any area, and then find ugly ways to prove that what was said, written or just thought to be the truth. I am so ashamed of our leaders one and all. Nothing matters except that we get our way. The method does not matter, just so our thoughts and actions are the only way to make things work. We have become selfish, mean, untruthfull and just down right ugly. I suppose many would say that these words are just the ravings of on old lady who is not withit. Oh how I am glad that I was born in 1928 and have lived my life as a Rainbow with a few clouds along the way. Oh give me the slow kind world that I remember as a child. But in the time I have left I shall keep believing that all will be better tomorrow and the Rainbow is still there.

It's Saturday afternoon. The house is clean and I am ready for the shower so I will be clean
then I'll finish sorting the pictures I have for the boys and my son. What a job writing on the back of each picture. who,what,when.and why. Wonder if anyone really gives a darn.

September 19, 2010

I finally got it right and Mary Ellen my sister-in-law was able to access my Blog "Life is a rainbow" These computers can be such a mistery to an old lady of 82 but by george I try.

Got home from Church early today. I did not have to teach. Judy and Gina held the fort down.
I am so proud of the Childrens Church we have created. It is growing well even if it is part of an "old peoples Church" The kids give us an engery that is wonderful. Time to get dinner so I can get to my crafts today.

september 2010

It is the first Sunday of September. We are just before Labor day, soon it will be Christmas. Here in the southwest the problem of snow is not one for us to worry about.
Today at 3:30pm it is 109F. I'm looking for the first of October. The heat of the summer will be over and I can start to get my flower bed,pots and barrels ready for planting. Also my little raised garden. My garden window in the kitchen has become my greenhouse.Oh how I'd love to have a greenhouse but it is to costly to have one here in Yuma.

On Friday I shall celebrate my 82nd birthday. Each year that God gives me is surely a bonus. And I am closer to my goal of 100. My favorite Marine pilot just had his 33rd BD. He is 6 years younger then my oldest grandson. Gosh, pretty soon someone will be scraping the mold off me. Thank you God for the gift of a wonderful life.

Home again,How wonderful!!

We traveled down the coast of Oregon to Ashland and had a short visit with dear friends Ed and Eldora Nelson. They are now living in a lovely assisted living apartment. They are happy there. We all will miss them in Yuma now.

Drove across Northern California into Nevada then on to Orem,Utah for a short visit with a very dear friend of many years, Sylvia Shields. Our last stop was in Havasu City, AZ for a short visit and lunch with another couple Bill and Donna Wendt. We have been friends for over 63 yrs. On the 16th we drove into our own driveway, what a blessing. Home at last. I do love to travel but coming home is really the best.

Now getting back in the groove, that is work too. How very fortunate we are at our age to still be able to take a driving vacation for 4138 miles. Thank you Lord.