Best Moment Award


My good friend who writes great poetry has nominated me for the Best Moment Award. I will not go into any of the details or rules as I have accepted this before and don’t want to bore you with my answers. http://graypoet.wordpress.com

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Blog of The Year Award, 2012


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Late last evening I noticed that a blogger had nominated me for this award. It was so late, I asked her if it was alright to let it slide until this morning, and with her permission, I am now posting it.

I feel a little embarrassed as I know no other language but English. Maybe some of you do, so I will post what information is there on the home page.

Luisa

Salut tuturor!
Numele meu e Luisa si sunt aici pentru ca ador sa scriu!
In primul rand, as vrea sa spun cate ceva despre mine.
Inspiratia imi vine din cele mai simple lucruri, asa ca va puteti astepta de la orice din partea mea.
Pasiunile mele sunt literatura, muzica, pictura, filmele, actoria, revistele, statul la computer si cred ca am ceva ”talent” la inteles oamenii, ador sa privesc apusul, sa ma plimb atunci cand simt nevoia.
Desi nu cunosc multa lume, imi place sa stau ore intregi la telefon cu putinii prieteni adevarati.
Vreau sa le multumesc mult tuturor celor care citesc ceea ce scriu si celor care vor citi. Va astept parerile cu drag si sper sa nu va dezamagesc niciodata.
                                                     Cu sinceritate,
                                                                         Luisa.

Victoria G.

Buna tuturor!

Stiu ca este o formulare mai neoficiala, dar este unanim acceptata de toata lumea. Asadar ma voi descrie in cateva cuvinte.

Pseudonimul meu este Victoria G. si va scriu de pe meleagurile Olteniei, pentru a va aduce in casa si in suflet, bucuria si caldura, armonia si fericirea, muzicalitatea si fantezia cuvintelor minunate in povesti imbratisate.

Condeiul va fi cununa ce va uni inima mea de inima voastra, iar tot ce va lasa in urma, va fi o flacara albastra.

Sper ca va placut si cu aceasta inchei scurta mea prezentare. Sper sa nu va dezamagesc si cat sunteti voi alaturi de mine / de noi, totul o sa fie bine.

Va pup si va imbratisez cu drag, a voastra si pentru totdeauna, Victoria G.

 

Thank you so much for this wonderful award!!!!

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Very Inspiring Blog Award Nomination


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I was nominated today for this beautiful award. It was the icing on the cake for my day.very-inspiring-blogger-award

I reached down yesterday to pick up two sacks Al wanted me to bring home. I stretched a little but no big deal right? Wrong! I had to go to the grocery store after Al and my visit. As I was taking items out of the cart and placing them on the check out belt, I could barely reach into the deep cart. Pain seared through my shoulder and down my arm. I knew that I had injured the same nerve in my back and it had radiated its way enough to let me know that I had done bad.

Last evening I sat or laid most of the night. I babied it, medicated it with all I had available here at home. I could not sleep at my usual time. At five this morning, after more medications I finally fell asleep. I was woken by the phone at ten. I am sure I sounded like the town drunk as I walked through fog to make my part of the conversation human.

I slept most of the day. I woke up still sleepy but my body was trying to tell me that I was always awake at this time. I tried moving but ended back on the couch. Now I am awake obviously, or my spirit is writing without me! I have a smidgeon of pain but can move.

Here is a partial piece of the blogger who nominated me.

Bienvenidos a mi Blog, y gracias por interesarse en mis escritos.

Aqui encontraran mis pensamientos expresados en una variedad de escritos como Poemas, Cuentos, mis secciones Reflexiones Personales, Personal Thoughts y From the Heart, tambien escritos de editorial con temas de interes para compartir y discutir, espero les agrade.

Thank-you so much for this nomination.

I would like to place a few names here for nominations myself.

Starting with in no certain order;

Janet Williams
janetsnotebook.com

tersiaburger
tersiaburger.wordpress.com

My Sharing with Terry | maxim sense
maxim061156.wordpress.com/2012

Nominees, please state seven things about yourself. Please give your respects to the one who nominated you by mentioning blog on your own post.

Please nominate others whom you feel would love to have this also.

Daily Prompt: Fight or Flight/ The Daily Post


This one is sort of hard for me, because first I had to look back at the last time I had the

Judge Joseph Bonaventure, by courtroom artist ...

fight or flight mood happen. As I was going back in memory lane, it came to me. It was about a year and a half ago.

I hesitated to write about this, because it was a sensitive topic, and the person involved still can trigger emotions in me yet today.

The topic is something that I rarely speak about out loud, as if it will curse me. You know what I mean. You start saying something negative about your car, and boom, it happens, what you talked about running so good, or having no problems, all of a sudden, it happens!

I have a wonderful brother, who by now you all know, but Al and I  also have a step-sister. A woman ten years younger than myself. I can remember a time when we were pretty close. It was the baby sister looking up to the big sister, wanting to be just like her, but things changed. Life changed, our father passed away. All three of us kids had the same father.

When dad passed a way, it was the worst time in my life, the worst tragedy that I have ever lived. It was worse than my divorce, or being more poor than I am now. There was a will, and that is when all hell broke loose.

Our father knew us well, he knew each of us and how we handled monies, and therefore, he made arrangements for each to have certain things at different times in our lives.

Dad was smart, I must say, he knew Al would always need extra help. Help with living arrangements, medical, and survival. Dad never knew that I took care of Al of course, but I guess that is hindsight, the real point here is that dad made sure Al would be alright if anything happened to him, dad.

Our sister wanted more than what she received, and so as a lot of people do, they attack  the weakest, which in this case was Al,  with his mentality. One day I went to the mail box, and there was that certain white, big envelope. The kind that sort of makes your stomach rumble as it doesn’t look like an ad or a bill.

I took it inside and opened it and learned that our sister was taking me to court to switch Al from my care to hers. I instantly got hot inside. I was too scared to cry, and I did not go immediately to God with my problem.

I sweated for the better part of these  two weeks before the court date. Al and I cried a lot, for fear of being separated from each other. I think I bit my nails down to the quick, and I lost some weight also.

One day a few days before the court date, a friend reminded me to go to the Lord with this. He was the miracle worker, he was the one that saw things for what they truly were, and he knew what was right from wrong.

I got on my knees and prayed. I can still remember it so well. Al got on his knees also, and we held hands, he cried and I prayed, and when we were finished, I felt so much calmer. I had come to a realm of new realization. I had nothing to fear. I knew that I was doing the best I could with Al’s care.

The day came, and my stomach started to churn. I sat in the front of the court room on my designated seat. Before, the judge walked in, I silently prayed again, for God to use my mouth to form the correct words. Please Lord, do not let me make a fool of myself from my nerves. Help me to look calm and confident.

The judge entered and the questions started coming at me. One, two, three, four, five, and finally it was over. I made my last statement, and my voice never quivered. As soon as I was finished, the judge looked back at my brother, who was sitting in the background, and he asked him to stand up. Al stood up and the judge asked him if he had anything he wanted to say.

My brother started crying very hard, and somewhere in between the cries and the silence of the room, the judge and I,  and all others involved heard my brother say,

Please don’t take me a way from my sister. I love living with her. I love her. We go places and she takes me out to eat and takes me to the Goodwill stores to buy coca-cola. I don’t want to live with the other sister.

I think when I looked or stared into the judges eyes as Al spoke, I could swear a saw one shiny tear fall from his eye. The judge coughed and cleared his throat, and looked back at me and said,

This case is a waste of my valuable time. There is nothing here to judge, as I can see Al is very well taken care of and is happy where he is living. Case is dismissed.

I said, I don’t know how many thank-you’s  to the judge, as he leaned from his pulpit and reached down and shook my hand. He said for me to continue the good job. I walked quickly over to Al, and he was still crying. With his mentality problems, he didn’t comprehend what was happening, so I just said,

Hey bud, you ready to go get something to eat and go home?

He looked at me and asked,

You mean home with you? and I said yes!

I got the biggest smile I have ever seen in my life taking care of him. He got it! He understood, we had won, and she had lost. He grabbed his hat and waved at the people in the courtroom, telling them goodbye, and we took off to go celebrate.

What a wonderful God we have walking beside us. Some of you can sit and say, I may have won without asking for God’s help, but really, why would I want to take such a big risk of losing and counting on my own nervous self? No way, I wanted God on my side as judge and jury.

Blog of the Year, 2012


 

 

 

 

 

This morning I awoke to find this nice surprise waiting in my email box. My friend had nominated me for the Blog of the Year, 2012. Viveka is the one who nominated me. You can find her blog here:

http://mygulitypleasures.wordpress.com

I like Viveka from the very first time I found her. She is a chef, and I have to admit she is a fabulous chef. She has taught me many things about cooking, and how to make great foods with little effort. Viveka and I spend many times visiting with each other, and I have come to adore her and her blog.

Here are the rules – and they are not mine.

1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award
2 Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.
3 Please include a link back to this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award – and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)
4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them
5 You can now also join our Facebook page – click the link here ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award Award and then you can share your blog with an even wider audience
6 As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…

My nominations for this wonderful award are:

Sex, Spirit, Soul Mates and Chocolate….Ivonne’s Journey

buckwheatsrisk
buckwheatsrisk.com x
tellsafe@hotmail.com

writerwannabe763
hometogo232.wordpress.com

tersiaburger
tersiaburger.wordpress.com x

joetwo
joe2poetry.wordpress.com x

 

Sheila Morris
redsrantsandraves.wordpress.com x

 

paulaacton
paulaacton.wordpress.com x

hehappyhugger
hopethehappyhugger.wordpress.com x

cecilia
thekitchensgarden.wordpress.com

jmgoyder
jmgoyder.wordpress.com x
juligoyder@gmail.com

sbcallahan
thedrsays.wordpress.com x
sblakecallahan@aol.com

sharechair
sharechair.wordpress.com x

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Thank you Viveka!!!!

 

Continuing Story Part 37


The nurse found the doctor and the two of them went into Dahlia’s room, and asked

Dahlia

everyone to please step back and allow him to look the patient over. Everyone backed up and circled around the edges of the bed. The nurse stayed in the background and wrote notes as the doctor spoke.

The doctor asked Dahlia if she could see light, and she nodded her head. She was holding her hands over  her eyes, as the light was making her eyes hurt. Watering tears could be lightly streaming down her cheeks.

The doctor took a patch out of his pocket and placed it on her one eye, and then asked Dahlia to remove her hand from her right eye, and to open it very slowly, not too fast. Dahlia did as she was told, and she looked right into the doctor’s face.

She told him that he had a nice warm smile, and he was smiling. He was grinning from ear to ear, and as he looked around at friends standing near her bed, he saw big smiles on their faces, and he saw some tears of happiness on Drake’s face.

He used his beam of light instrument and looked into her eye, and then he used the ophthalmoscope and looked in the back of her eye. Everything looked fine. He didn’t see any swelling or broken blood vessels, he was so pleased.

He then placed the patch over the other eye, and asked her to lower her hand once again and open her eye just the same way she had opened the other one. She did this and she blinked several times as she opened it a little bit too quickly, letting the light sting her eye. After it quit watering, and the doctor was assured he could go further, he once again examined the eye.

He then stood up and looked at everyone and said her eyes were like brand new! When he had performed the surgery to relieve the pressure on her brain, it had gone ahead and relieved the pressure on her eyes as well. Her eyes were as good as new!

Everyone, including the nurse and the doctor were clapping and hollering. Dahlia was doing nothing, she was just sitting up in her bed, looking. Looking at each person there. She could see the ladies from their home, and asked which one was Sue. Sue raised her hand, and Dahlia’s corners of her lips began to form a smile. She looked at each person, the nurse, doctor, and then her eyes fell onto the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. She asked him to say something.

Looking in his eyes and not taking them away, he said how happy he was for her that she could see. Dahlia’s heart began to flutter, as she knew that by that voice, the one that she had learned to love by his voice,and his touch, this was her beloved Drake.

He walked over to her and she extended her hand out and he placed his warm hand over hers, and then she pulled him to her lips and she kissed him, right there in front of everyone. Everyone cheered them and Dahlia and Drake were hugging so tight, you had to wonder if they could ever be pried apart.

The doctor said that this was truly a miracle. All this time there was no answer as to why she was blind, and now an answer had been produced. He stated that he saw no reason that this would not go on for the rest of her life. He shook hands with each person, and went to Dahlia and told her to continue to rest, and that if all remained as it was now, tomorrow she could go home.

Dahlia thought to herself, home, a place she had never seen. Her room, her clothes, the kitchen where she spent many hours with others preparing meals. Outside, her balance beam, school, her classmates, her dance teacher. Oh my, she was going to be able to see to dance. She was going to see her student she had been tutoring.

Dahlia was beginning to become excited. Her world was opening up brand new doors to her, doors that had been shut for some time. The doctor and the nurse turned and walked out the door, leaving these people to celebrate a bit longer, but he had instructed them and the nurse, that visits need to still be monitored, if they wanted the patient to be able to return to her home tomorrow.

Everyone stayed a few minutes longer, and so much chatter was being heard, that the nurse had stepped in and shut the door quietly. Soon one by one walked out in to the hall and waited for the others to come out, and then the only ones left in the room were Drake and Dahlia.

It was very quiet and Drake found himself sitting not in the chair beside her any longer, but on the edge of her bed. He stroked her hair and then stroked her arms. She looked admiringly into his eyes, trying to memorize every small detail about him. She saw the long, slender neck, and she noticed he had a strong jaw line. His eyes, they were so beautiful, long lashes covering deep blue eyes. His hair was dark and wavy, cut neat and short. She closed her eyes for a moment and went through her memories of how she had felt him to get a picture of how he looked, but nothing could compare to seeing this man with open eyes.

She started to cry and he quickly asked her if she wanted him to turn the overhead light on low and to turn the ceiling light off. She came back with a quick no. She was fine, she was just so happy she was crying. Crying with joy, crying because she loved him so much.

With those words, he got up off of the bed, and went to the other side, and helped her to move over a little bit, and then he carefully laid down beside her. He took his one arm and wrapped it around her, and with his other arm he stroked her hair and face. Together they fell asleep and when the doctor peeked in to see how things were, he smiled and turned away, shutting the door behind him.

Continuing Story Part 29


The next day at school, the dance teacher looked at Dahlia as she entered the door and

മലയാളം: ഡാലിയ പൂവിന്റെ ചിത്രം.

noticed that there was something aloof in her eyes. She went over to her and asked her how her weekend went, and Dahlia started to tear up. The teacher took her by the arm and walked her into her small office. Picking up papers and moving them to another spot, she then helped Dahlia to sit down beside her and she said tell me what is happening my best student.

Dahlia explained about the funeral for her mother and about how she never really knew how her parents felt about her until it was too late. The teacher said it is never too late my child, as long as there is breath coming from our lungs, it is never too late. You have your father, and with effort, you can involve him in your life. As far as your mother, yes, it is sad but true, it is too late, but the positive note is you know how she felt about you. The two chatted for a few moments later, and then standing she said to Dahlia that they needed to get to class, as it was about to start. Dahlia rose and the two made their way to the gym.

The teacher clapped her hands together to bring everyone’s attention on her, and all fell silent in the room as people took their places at the bar. Words that Dahlia had not heard before were being spoken in front of all. She heard the teacher say that there were a couple of students that needed some extra coaching, and that Dahlia was going to be her assistant for this week. Dahlia felt her face blush, but inside her heart beamed with pride.

The teacher started the class by telling them what exercises to do, and to work on the steps that were for the end of the school year recital. Once she saw everyone was working, she took two students and Dahlia to one corner of the room and explained to Dahlia what areas these two students needed work on. She asked Dahlia if she had any questions about what needed to be done, and Dahlia nodded now, and told her thank you for the opportunity to be of help. With this the teacher went about her work watching over the other students.

After school was over, she went to Drake’s class and the door was locked. She wondered where he was as this was not a normal thing. She then waited a few minutes to see if he would show up but he did not, so she turned away from the door and left the school. Using her cane, she walked home and entering the front door, she heard a lot of commotion.

Sue walked over to her and explained that she had been told that Drew was sick, that he had collapsed on the floor and Rachel had called the ambulance, and now the workers were here to help Drew. Sue and Dahlia walked to the kitchen to stay out-of-the-way. Although they could not see what was happening, they could tell that this must be a serious thing, if an ambulance was here.

Sue and Dahlia decided to help the other ladies start supper. To stand here and be idle was the devil’s advocate, but all ears were tuned in on the living room.  They had the table set and meat and potatoes were being fried on the stove, when Rachel came in and explained everything was going to be alright. Drew had a black out, which caused him to fall and as he fell he hit the coffee table edge and cracked his forehead open, and the ambulance technicians were in the living right now sewing his head wound shut. He was going to be alright, but tomorrow they would take Drew back to the doctor to have him checked out better.

Everyone in the kitchen breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God out loud for looking out for Drew. Rachel walked back into the living room and went around and straightened up things to keep her hands busy while the techs were finishing up with Drew. Soon they were finished and had her sign some papers, and then she walked them to the door and she watched them leave, and when she could see them no longer, she shut the door and went to Drew, who was now lying on the couch resting comfortably. He had been given an injection for pain and he was quite drowsy by now and he mumbled that he was fine but he wanted to sleep. Rachel covered him up with a blanket and turned the lights off and went towards her bedroom.

Rachel checker herself in the mirror, and then went in to her bathroom and splashed water on her face and combed her hair back into place. She tugged on her dress and got the seams back in place and then she went to the kitchen and joined everyone for dinner. A special prayer was asked for Drew that he had a quick healing and all said Amen in unison, and they began their meal, talking about what had happened at school that day.

Dahlia told about how she was helping the two students in dance class and Ralph told her how proud he was of her. He told her that he could see how good she was and how much improvement there was when he watched her on her balance bar. Dahlia smiled and said thank-you. Drake asked Dahlia if she could stay a few minutes after the kitchen was cleaned up that he wanted to discuss something important with her. Dahlia said that of course she would stay, and one of the ladies snickered kiss kiss, and this broke the tenseness in the room and all started to laugh.

Supper being over and the dishes being done, all left leaving Dahlia and Drake in the room alone. He took her by the hand and led her to the table and helped her to sit and then he pulled a chair up close to her and said that he needed to get something settled, that it had been on  his mind for days, and he could wait no longer for the answer. She said what is it Drake, what is so important that we need to talk about it now with Drew lying in the other room hurt.

Drake asked her if she had any change of mind about marrying him, and she laughed out loud. She asked him what would make him ask such a thing, that of course she loved him and she would never change her mind. Drake smiled and doing so he pushed back his chair a little and getting on bended knee, he pulled a black box out of his pocket, and  opening her hands he placed the box in them. She felt it and asked him what this was, and he said open it, just open it. She felt for the hinge and then opened the box. She touched what was inside and felt sharp edges and also a smooth stone. It was a ring. She looked up into Drake’s face and said this is for me? You bought me a ring? He said this is not any ring, this is an engagement ring. I want the world to know that I love you. I want to scream it to the heavens that you are my girl. I want to announce to everyone that the day after graduation you are going to be my wife. She held out her hand and he slipped the perfect fit diamond ring on her finger. She twisted it with her fingers and could tell that it fit perfectly. She threw her arms around his neck, and crying and kissing him at the same time, she told him  how much she loved him and she could not wait to marry him.

The kiss between the two would make a person melt if they had been peeking. The kiss sealed the yes to the marriage proposal and the wedding date. He kissed her eyes and kissed her tears, and then reached down and kissed her hands and kissed the ring. She leaned herself into him and pushed firmly against him, letting him know that not only did she love him but her body wanted to show him her love also. He held her passionately and tightly and the kiss was so explosive, that fireworks were exploding from the two bodies touching each other.

They finally let each other go and he said let’s go show mom and dad, and anyone else that is willing to look and listen. With this they went into the other room where most were sitting watching Drew sleep and Dahlia walked over to where Rachel was sitting and held her hand out, showing the ring on her finger. Rachel put her hands over her mouth and then wrapped them around Dahlia’s shoulders congratulating her and then hugging her son, she told him she was so happy for the two of them. Before long everyone wanted to see the symbol of love between the two. There were many congratulations going around the room.

 

 

Picture It And Write It, Sept. 02, 2012


This writing exercise is for Ermilia over at http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com. I love writing for her and Kellie, as it lets my mind expand to areas I have not written about. Today, it is about this photograph. As soon as I saw the photo, I thought of two dear friends that I have on here at WordPress.

When I started writing on here, for the whole world to see, I have to admit, that it made me very nervous. You see, I am lacking in the confidence areas. I try really hard, and I have cursed myself at some of the decisions I have made in my life.

I used to listen to others who talked, instead of listening to God and following also my instincts. It usually got me into trouble. Then there were the childhood memories of never being good enough that actually followed me into my adult life, and let me tell you, when you do not have confidence or much of it, you can make some big mistakes!

When I started writing, and I got a few likes and a couple of comments here and there, it did a big boosting thing to my confidence. I felt like, hey, I can do something that others like! Wow, let’s keep trying.

I have met many nice people on here, I just can’t say how many are so nice to me, and several of you leave me comments whether my posting was good or bad. You are all so kind.

Then along came two people, almost at the same time, reading my blogs, clicking on like, and even commenting. We each had a common denominator, and it was called Parkinson’s Disease. Each of these two ladies have family members who suffer from this just like my brother.

It formed a common bond almost instantly. As we got to know each other, I found out the areas they live in, and I have seen the beautiful peacocks on one of the sights. The more we commented on each others blogs, the more we three learned about each other, and I got to the place where my heart opened up to these two precious souls.

Now when I see a photo of a peacock, I think of Julie and Jo. How they do not know me in  person, but have taken me in to their hearts and families. They have encouraged me, smacked me when I down grade myself. They have boosted my morale, and convinced me I am worthy.

Today, I am more open to speak up, not nasty speaking, but speaking. It is still hard for me to say what I mean, because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I have been walked on and stomped on, and this was not right either.

I want to thank you Julie and Jo, for being the colors of my life. I want to thank bloggers here also, Diane, Amy, Diane, Viveka, Patty, Beth, Cathyrn, Marilyn, Francine, Stephen, Edward, George, Debbie, Rob, Nancy, Paula, Tilly. There are so many of you, that I can’t even remember at the moment. Please do not take it personally if your name is not mentioned. It is my middle age kicking in! lol

I am definitely a much better person today than I used to be. I stand a little straighter, and hold my head a little higher, all because of the colors of the world.

Picture And Write It, Part 5


Dahlia and the teacher didn’t do too much over the next couple of days. They spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other better. Photos were shared between the two of each others families and past childhoods. Sunday, the two ladies went to church, and their was a church picnic following the service, which both attended. This was a great opportunity for Dahlia to get to meet more people in town.

Monday arrived, and Dahlia woke up extra early. She had not slept that well, from excitement, and was found dressed and in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them. She had scrambled some eggs, and fried some sliced potatoes, and had made a batch of biscuits. When the teacher walked through the kitchen area, coffee was lingering in the air.

They both sat, and the teacher asked her if she wanted her to accompany her for her first day, and Dahlia replied no, with some laughter added. I am not a child, you do not have to take me to school, but thank-you. They both laughed over this. The teacher was just as excited for Dahlia as she was herself. After the table and dishes were cleaned, Dahlia gathered her books, said a quick good-bye, and headed out the door to her first day of her future.

There was much chatter in the commons as people were finishing up last-minute details in the office, and others were telling new-found friends good-bye, and they would catch up with each other at lunch, and others were seen bustling to classes. Excitement filled the air for everyone. Dahlia found her class with no problem, and sat herself in the first row, straight in front of the teacher’s desk. She didn’t want to miss any words that were spoken. Different students waved a hello to her as they recognized her from orientation day, and Dahlia waved and smiled back at them.

The teacher walked in and closed the door behind her. She introduced herself to all the students, and pulled out the book that they would be studying. Dahlia pulled her book also, plus a notebook and her pen and pencil. The class was started and finished before Dahlia knew it. Her morning proceeded the same way with each class, and when lunch time arrived, she and some of the other students that were sitting at her table, all talked about the teachers and how good they were, and what they were going to learn.

After lunch, Dahlia found herself in the big gymnasium. This is where a lot of hands on training was going to be taking place. On all four walls, there was no difference. Big, wide mirrors, clung to the walls, and long bars were attached underneath the  mirrors.

Here Dahlia would work and exercise her body. She would learn many steps and she would be returning to this room many times to practice over and over. Before, she knew it, homework was in her bag and she was on her way home. The day had flown by, and Dahlia knew in her heart, that she was going to love going to this school. It had so much to offer and there were so many things to learn.

When she arrived home, the house was quiet. She had her own key, so she let herself in, and fell into the lap of the couch, threw her shoes off, and sat back and rested. The excitement of the day, had caused her to be sleepy, and before she realized it, her eyes drifted slowly shut, and she was found napping when the teacher came through the door. The teacher walked past her softly, as she didn’t want to awaken her. She knew that Dahlia had went through a big day and must be exhausted.

The smell of pork chops drifted through Dahlia’s senses and she woke up and yawned, and stood  up stretched, and made her way into the kitchen to help with supper. The talk between them was mainly about her first day at school, and the teacher smiled as she saw the glow come from her eyes as she talked.

Dahlia got the hand masher and mashed the potatoes, and the teacher placed the meat and boiled corn on each of their plates. After holding hands and saying grace, they both ate with little words being exchanged. After dinner was finished, once again, the dishes were done, and the table was cleared. Dahlia went to her bag and got out her books and homework, and made herself comfortable at the kitchen table to start her homework.

She had been steadily studying, when her head began to ache a little. She stopped reading and rubbed the top of her head and rubbed her neck also. She got up from the table and went over and got a cool drink of water, and then returned to her studies. As she was reading, the words became blurry. She thought to herself, that this must be straining her eyes, and laid the books to the side, decided to take a small break.

She found the teacher outdoors on the porch swing. A basket of fresh flowers was sitting at her feet. Her hands had shades of dark on them from where she had been weeding her flower beds. She patted the seat next to her, motioning for Dahlia to sit down. They sat in silence and swung, taking in the chipper from the birds, and watching the cumulus clouds drift by.

Dahlia broke the silence by telling the teacher of her blurring vision, and the teacher explained what strain could be placed on the eyes from constant studying with no break.

The sun had started to set, and both ladies stood up from the swing, and walked back into the house, the teacher walked towards her own bedroom, and Dahlia walked back to the kitchen, and sat down to take up with her studies once again.

Continuation of Picture and Write It July 22, 2012, Part 2


Sophie was standing among other little girls and boys and they were all awaiting for the dance instructor to come in. Parents were fussing with hair and dresses, and shirts, making sure that their child stood out in the crowd and was noticed by the teacher.

The teacher walked in, breezing by the children, paying no notice to any particular child, heading straight to the parents and saying only once, that all parents needed to remove themselves from the floor and take their places in the seats to the back. One by one, each parent left, but not before whispering in their child’s ear, to smile and do their best. In no time at all, the only ones standing were the students and one teacher.

Dahlia looked out over the class and saw some with fingers in their mouths, others acted like they ants in their pants, and couldn’t stand still. Others were seen with tears in their eyes, and one had to use the restroom. She made a sigh and thought to herself what a mess. It was going to take much work to get these children in line.

She cleared her throat, and tapped a wand on the table sitting before her, drawing all eyes upon her. Tears were stopped, and hands were lowered. She asked them to all have a seat on the floor, and the direct order was played out.

Dahlia was an old-time teacher of dance. She had been brought up by two very strict parents. Both of her parents had been in the military, and her home life had been of military style. Rules were made, and not to be broken. If they were, there was a strict punishment to be followed.

Her family moved several times during her life at home, and she never made the attachment of having close friends, like other children did. Dahlia had a bicycle, but was not allowed to ride it anywhere other than the yard. Some days you could almost see the yearning in her eyes, as other children rode by, and she was not allowed to go also.

There was too much to be done to waste time with day dreaming, so playing with dolls was being idle. Dahlia had one doll that she called her own. It was a stiff doll, that would not bend, and refused to be loved and cuddled. It had dark curly hair and blue eyes, and a few freckles on her nose. With stiff posture, Dahlia would imagine the doll dancing and would take her by the head and spin her around and around. She would raise the doll’s arms in the air, to twirl like a ballerina.

Dahlia was allowed play time only when all chores were done. She had to help hang the washing on the line outside of the kitchen window. She helped to wash windows, and scrub the floors. One of her earliest things she was taught, was to cook. She could make biscuits and cook up a fryer chicken. She could even make a great cherry pie, but during these times of training,  her mind would drift to her doll and the ballerina she had created.

When Dahlia was sweeping the floor, she would twirl around the broomstick, using it as a way to balance in order  to try to stand on her toes.  She would try making jumps in the air, mimicking the dancers she watched on her parents black and white television.

Each Saturday night, her parents would tune in one of the three channels they received, and watch a program that was a variety of singers and dancers. If Dahlia had been good that day, she was sometimes allowed to stay up to watch this, as long as she remained quiet and sitting in one spot. She glued her eyes to the dancers and memorized the steps they each took, and envisioned herself doing this also. Her heart would skip beats as she admired the beautiful clothes they wore, and promised herself that one day she would have such beautiful clothes also.

As Dahlia became a teenager, there was more opportunities to read, as the older children were able to enter the school library. She always made sure that she was one of the ones chosen to be able to go browse through the books on library day. She would spend her time gazing at all the titles, and then when it was about time to leave she would  pick out one special book and rent it for the week.

Dahlia did well enough in school, her grades always up to par, but as she matured, she knew with no uncertainty, that she wanted to be a dancer. She made this known to her teacher one day, and the teacher said that if she wanted something bad enough in her life, she should work for it and then obtain it. Dahlia asked the teacher for her help in reaching her goal, and the teacher’s response was positive. She explained to her that the most important thing for the next three years of school was her grades. She explained how any college that taught arts would first look at this.

Dahlia knew she had good grades, but what the teacher impressed on her, was that she needed excellent grades. She was also impressed with the idea of no missing school, adding some subjects to her lessons learned, and to open her mind to the opportunities of the world. Each thing the teacher said, Dahlia’s sponge took in, and she became a determined student.