The Sunshine Award

I have been nominated for the Sunshine Award, thanks to Frangipani. Thank you.

The Sunshine Award comes with a few rules.

1.Include the award logo in your post.

2. Answer some questions about yourself

3. Nominate some other bloggers that you love

4. Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blogs, letting them know they have been nominated

5.Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

Questions that may help you know me better

1. who is number one in my life?


2. what do i do for a living?

I take care of my brother

3. what is wrong with your brother?

he is mentally challenged. he has CAD, Parkinson’s and dementia

4. What are your hobbies?

writing, antiques, culture, history

5. What do you do for fun?

I like to go to goodwill stores, go out to eat, visit with my kids

6. how many kids do you have?

three, two boys, one daughter, and six grandchildren

And now for nominees, in no particular order, and how i connect them to me, is they are christians, and passionate about life x x x x x

Opposite Paths


Books (Photo credit: henry…)

He bumped into her knocking her down. Books flying everywhere. Loose papers going in all directions. She bent down to pick them up, cursing him to herself, as she knew this was going to make her late to class. She could hear him apologizing to her, but she was ignoring him, scrambling to pick up everything. He bent down to help her, and soon, they had everything neatly back in her hands. He looked straight into her eye, and said with a sincere voice, that he was so sorry. She said ya ya, I gotta go. She breezed by him, leaving him standing there watching her go, then turned around and went to his own class. She entered her class room, all eyes fell upon her, as they were all seated. A stern look from the teacher, told her to go silently to her seat. He found his seat, and as the teacher said open your books to page number 105, his mind drifted back to the incident in the hallway. He felt like a fool. She was so beautiful, with her long, blonde hair. Her eyes were the color of the sky. The teacher came by his desk and smacked  his hand on his desk. I asked you a question. Wake up! He came back to reality, hearing snickering around him, as he had been caught daydreaming. After class was over, it was lunch time. He went to his locker and got out his brown bag, and proceeded to outside under the big oak tree. He sat down, using the trunk as his back support, and ate his lunch that his mom had packed. He then pulled out his paper back book. It was a book about how to become more confidant in yourself. He was pretty engrossed in it, so he didn’t notice the shadow standing over him until he heard someone clearing their throat. She was staring at his book, and trying to read the title. I heard her say, do you always sit out here alone? He said yes, I like to have time to myself after going from class to class. It clears my head. She walked on by. He watched her get into her red sports car and take off. He shrugged his shoulders, and sighed, and went back to his reading. A couple of days went by and classes went as normal. She found him at his favorite spot, under the tree, reading. She walked up to him, and this time he had seen her coming. He cleared his throat, and sat up a little bit straighter, running his fingers through his hair. She came and stood in front of him. Saying nothing, placing awkwardness between them. He asked her if she wanted to sit down, she sat. He watched her as she pulled a brown paper bag out of her book bag, and she started eating. No words were spoken. He couldn’t even read his book, he was so aware of her sitting beside him. After both had finished their lunches, she asked him where he lived, did he work, what kind of car did he drive. He answered  that he lived a few blocks away, that he didn’t work, and he walked to school. She asked him what kind of book was he reading the last time she had seen him. He said it was a book on how to better himself. She asked what was wrong with him, he said nothing. Lunch was over, and each went their separate ways back to class. At the end of the school day, she saw him coming out of the front school doors. He saw her immediately and walked her way.  She said matter of fact, that she would walk with him on her way home, as she only lived a block further. He thought he was going to faint, right there in front of her. The most beautiful girl was going to walk home with him. There was very little conversation between the two as they walked the few blocks. As they came to his house, she waved and said see ya. He smiled, and turned towards his front door. That night, sometime after supper, he heard his mom yell at him that he had a phone call. As she handed him the phone, she covered the ear piece and whispered to him that is was a girl on the phone. He waited for his mom to leave the room, and said hello, in a barely heard voice. She said that she had went through some of her father’s books in his library and found some books on confidence. Would he like to borrow them. He said sure, his voice a little stronger now. She asked him if he would be home that coming Friday night around seven. He said ya. She said I will see ya then. He hung up the phone and leaned up against the wall. There was a daze in his eyes, and sort of spacy look. Friday at school seemed to never end. When he got home, he picked out the coolest clothes he could find, and took a bath. He splashed on some cologne, and went down to supper. Mom and dad just looked at him and each other, and smiled. At seven prompt, the door bell rang. He let her in. After a brief introduction with parents, they walked out to the porch swing and both sat down. She handed him the books that she had brought, and together, the boy with no confidence, and the high-class girl, made a connection that would last the rest of their lives.

Then And Now

A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, made with ...

A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, made with Skippy peanut butter and Welch's grape jelly on white bread. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I was young, my grandpa took an old hood off of a ford truck and tied it to the back of his tractor and pulled us kids down the snowy roads. Today, a sled cost big bucks. I used to wear pleated skirts, cotton blouses, and Ked shoes, with the red button on the back. Today you can pay two hundred dollars for a pair of name brand shoes. I had a Flintstone lunch box with thermos, which was packed every day with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, celery and carrot sticks, an apple, and a thermos of milk. Today, lunches are skipped, or bought out of vending machines. I got my first bike when I was 10 for my birthday. Bright blue, with black tires and white walls. I treated it with care, being told it had to last me forever. Today a bike can cost almost one thousand dollars, and many people have multiple bikes. For play time, I can remember so well, taking a blanket outside underneath the maple tree, spreading it out. Dragging all my babies and baby bed, clothes, accessories outside and playing for hours all by myself. Today, there are WII’s, computers, tech games. I used my imagination, today you don’t need one. I had to tell my parents where I was going and give them the phone number of the people I would be visiting.  Permission from the other parents had to be given prior to me leaving, and if I was late coming home, I was punished by my bike being put up for a week. Today some  parents don’t know where there kids are. When I was growing up, I knew that every Sunday meant a bath on Saturday nights, hair rolled or bobby pinned, and getting up early for church on Sunday mornings. Today, some kids have never been through a church door. When it was time to buy my first car, I was told that I had to purchase it myself, that I would appreciate it more. They would pay for the additional coverage on their auto policy. I paid one hundred dollars for it, and was so proud of my own wheels. Today, some kids are handed the keys to their brand new car. When I became engaged, my soon  to be husband had to ask my parents for permission. A dinner was followed for a celebration of an engagement. Today, many do not marry.  When I got married, one of our many goals was to start a family. There was not much thought put in to it. Today, people have to plan around careers, money, right timing, and maybe never find the right moment to start a family. I regret decisions I have made. We all do, but I am glad that I am where I am today. Without my parents being involved in my life, sometimes making me feel like they were being too nosy or bossy, I may not be here, writing this for you.

Our Best Friend

Two friends

Two friends (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Her name was Pam. She and I met in kindergarten class. We were stuck together like glue. We did everything together. Sleep overs, bike rides, candy store visits, dinners at each other houses. She taught me how to go bike riding in the cemetery and we would stop at a grave site and guess how tall that person had been. We learned math by subtracting the birth from the death dates. We questioned each other on where deceased went after they passed. For seven years we spent all of our time together. Where is she today? Her name was Connie. Our parents were friends in church. We spent summers in camps together. We spent slumber parties together learning all about how malted milk balls can make you sick to your stomach if you eat too many. We were friends through out junior high and middle school. Where is she today? Her name was Judy. Friends from junior high through adulthood. Sharing new loves stories, weddings, and birth announcements We saw each other every day. Our kids grew up together. We shared special Christmas’s together. Celebrating anniversaries  together. This was a friendship that I thought would be forever more. Where is she now? Her name is Lez. We met through my mother. I babysat her children when they were young. We became good friends in no time at all. We shared rising costs of groceries and gas. We talked about our husbands, revealing their good and bad points. We spent many late hours, while she taught me how to paint ceramics. We went to church together and sang in the choir. We grew in our faith together. Where is she now? I know that answer. Although we live many miles apart, whenever we speak, there is never a moment of silence. We pick up conversations easily as if we had just spoken yesterday. I have become who I am today from the people I surrounded myself through out my life. Values that are instilled in me were learned through the different friends in my life. I hear people make comments that if you have one good friend in your life, you are a lucky person. I feel lucky then. I have the best friend anyone could ever wish for.