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Monday, we had more fun…

When I was a kid we did not have all the tech toys kids do today.  We did not sit around much and we certainly wouldn’t think of spending the day in the house.  Even in the winter we went out to play in the snow.  In the summer we would leave the house early and come back for lunch then be gone again until supper and then out again until dark.  In winter we spent less time outside because of the cold but most days there would be some time spent in the fresh air of the out-of-doors.

 

Austin shoveling snow
Image by oddharmonic via Flickr
Winter time we made snow forts and had snowball fights, we went sledding, and made snow angels.  Of course, we also shoveled snow off the driveway and sidewalks.  Shoveling snow was expected of us, it was our job, and no, we did not get paid for it.  After all, we were sheltered and clothed and fed for free, the least we could do was shovel a little snow.  Or so we were told by the rulers of our worlds, our parents.
 
Summer was the greatest fun time! Oh, we had chores in summer, too.  Cutting the grass and raking and weeding were the biggies.  Truth is that was fun too because we did it with our friends and even the chores became games.  We played all sorts of games; tag, hide and seek, spud, we jumped rope, hopscotched, biked, played cowboys and Indians, and fort.  We spent time exploring the neighborhood and nature.  Sometimes we would lay in the grass and watch the clouds, finding all sorts of images in them.  At night we would watch for shooting stars and often saw them.  Lots of wishes were made on those falling stars.
 
Bike rides and freedom
Image by Maddy Lou via Flickr

We rode our bikes a lot.  I rarely see a kid riding a bike anymore.  Or if they are riding they are with a parent or other adult.  I guess in today’s world it is not safe to let children ride and roam and explore by themselves.  So sad.  They are missing out on so much.  Not just fun, but the time to daydream and think about what is important and what is not, the freeedom to figure things out.  They miss out on the pure exhilaration of being who they are without adult restraints.

I think that I am glad I was a kid when I was.  The world did not seem so scary and I think we laughed more.  Life was not perfect but I think kids of my generation had more fun then the kids do today.

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Friday, just rambling on…

Pussy Willow [single]

Image by nègFoto via Flickr

I was given some PussyWillow cuttings a couple of weeks ago.  I have them in a container of water on my table.  They are so beautiful!  I noticed tonight that they have roots. \O/  I am going to plant them in a pot and hope they grow.  I am not sure they will grow confined to a pot, they are kinda freedom lovin plants.  But I am going to try to encourage them to be happy on my little balcony.

I love PussyWillows. (I really am a crazy cat lady, I even like furry plants.) When I was a kid we had lots of bushes growing in our yard.  It seems everybody had some and they also grew wild along the roads and in the parks and fields.  I don’t see them here very often, I think it is a bit hot for them.

My daisy-like plants and snapdragons are starting to get little green leaves.  So exciting to see them.  Hopefully, any late frost will not hurt them.

When I was cleaning my balcony off the other day, pigeons are a problem, ugh, I started making plans for planting.  Won’t be long and I will get my hands in the dirt and have some fun.  I sometimes think it would be nice to have an actual yard–but then I come to my senses and realize a yard would be work.  A balcony of pots and planters of flowers is easy and fun.

Today, I am ready to put away sweaters and shoes and get into  tee shirts and sandals and sit in the sun and watch life begin anew.

 

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Monday, thinking about Ma…

I think of my mother at some point most days.  There are three days a year that I especially think of her;  May 1, the day she was born in 1917, Mother’s Day, February 21, the day she died 30 years ago.
 
She was a complicated woman.  A bit of a snob, easily hurt and never forgot the hurt, angry a lot of the time and her anger was not a pretty thing, definitely something to be avoided. She was superstitious, and very funny.  She didn’t know she was funny and would not think it a compliment to be told she was.  But, in fact she was truly funny.
 
She had quirky little superstitious habits that were taken very seriously and silly sayings that were meant as words of wisdom.
 

She would complain that the doctor gave her the  wrong prescription for glasses, then unknowingly wear my brother’s glasses all day.

One time she had a Perry Como record on the stereo and was happily dusting while listening to it.  The stereo was on the wrong speed and Perry sounded like Alvin and the Chipmunks. She never realized this and was quite surprised when it was pointed out.

She occasionally used deodorant as hairspray and never was the wiser.  We knew because her hair smelled liked Daddy’s Right Guard.

For all her strange ways and faults and funniness one thing about my mother that I will always remember and be grateful for is her unconditional love for my brothers and me.  There is no doubt she loved us.  Nobody would get away with messing with her kids if she had anything to say about it. 

I always knew that no matter what I did, no matter how ugly or bad, she would still love me and stand by me.  Oh, when I did wrong I had to pay the consequences, but I knew she would be there with me, she would never abandon me.  She taught me what unconditional love is like in this world. 

On her birthday I buy flowers.  Just a small bouquet that I put on my table.  They make me smile and would make her happy if she saw them.  On Mother’s Day no flowers, just thoughts of her.  And on this day, the anniversary of her death, I just miss her.

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