I was going to tell my happy husband and Handsome Prince when we retired - a huge list of neat things women "keep in their hearts". Fun things to share when we were white-haired and satisfied, enjoying the view from the porch in our rocking chairs: like why I watched "The Tonight Show" with Johnny Carson long past the time one does. Can't do that now. He died before retirement. And so I must share it with you:Read More
The moon was full, the hour late, When the phone call came
Your Father's family homestead Has been consumed by flame!
The folks are safe, the fire put out; but don't, just yet, come 'round -
Since we're all adjusting To the house done down to ground.
Not quite a hundred years ago, On a finer day,
Big Jim Smith, "The Chief", had brought his "Else" To live and love and stay!
His six-foot-four, her four-foot-six, Borne lightly in his arms,
Would work, and bear, and laugh and fight And work the little farm.Read More
Hot tea, corned beef and cabbage, A boiled potato pile,
And lots of bread and butter To make Grandfather smile.
"We'll bow our head in blessing For these gifts of food,
We knew a day without them And rocked a famished brood."
A bit of pie or cake To follow, made the fete
A simple home-cooked meal A thing we'd not forget.
What would I do with my own show?Read More
“The good stuff" was my husband's favorite fun phrase. It may have been a take on the book/movie title, "The Right Stuff" about early super-aero and NASA breakthroughs. But it was more than fanship - he used it a lot: according to him, The Good Stuff was a classification and praise from the heart - for his people, his class, his scouts, his USACE/Black Diamonds team, his Wellcome team, the good wine and good friends, at a good table, and ...me.Read More
Such sneaky kitties! Going from Halloween wild fun, straight on to Christmas - skipping the "Thank You" in-between. If you know when this began, it would be good to comment on it here. BECAUSE skipping the Thank Yous can be dangerous: if we fail to appreciate it, we'll lose it .
Fortunately there are no one-way streets in this world, actually - so we can fix the places where we veer off the winning path.
To start, we should restore the Thanksgiving season among us as the GOLDEN - not BLACK - time of year it is supposed to be. GOLDEN FRIDAY, and no longer Black Friday is just so much better in every way! Healthier and more cheerful and less rotten greedlust. I have heard a dozen explanations of why they chosethen name, "Black Friday" for a day of joyful gift shopping for the coming winter holidays.
I don't believe any of it - Black Friday is straight from Mordor and like the evil powers in the dark days of Middle Earth, in "Lord of the Rings". Black Friday reeks - its emanations are insidious and folk do not realize the evil till it dominates and it begins to hurt - really hurt - and then they wail and yell. I plan to begin an online petiton on this topic and more. Comment here if it interests you.
The stock market is up, and we can all do our part to "Make America Great Again" and it is easier than you think. There is probably a good talk at your home, church or wlrkplace to get people thinking winning thinking again and then most can do a small thing that helps and support those whe are doing the bigstuff.
We have a long list of thanks to share this year! Most conditions have improved and we can ACT again and appreciae teh good in our lives, plain and fancy! We jump up in the morning and run to do our day and often there is not time to stop and appreciate, they say. NOW there is time and we should not skip the Thank yous. The day comes when we hang our heads in sorrow and acceptance of our failures, but it does not need to be that way, so much.
Look in the mirror and thank yourself, for at least aiming to NOT fail YOU. Then look around you - your warm home in cold weather and AC for the hot days; full fridge, and shops for the bit of delicious healthy things and sinful treats as well. People to share with - to wave hello and big farewll and friends to work with and play with, and maybe if you are realllly blessed a special someone who makes it all effortless - to celebrate with now and remember later!
We are free and healthy or cared for if we are not fit for the road race! We seen the new problems of the new millennium but we are ready to go at them and win! IN fact, with interplanetary and space and astral things evolving so, peace on earth is likely to become closer to a reality than ever, since we are likely to be TEAM EARTH in all the real ways that used to be science fiction.
Thank you for this day to see these miracles and may we be worthy and quick and full of fun while at it...and full of thanks afterward!
"The Constitution was not perfect when it was framed.
It is not perfect today.
Our Constitution, even our Bill of Rights,
Provides no set formula that fits all peoples around the world.
But they do offer an inspiring example of ageless ideals realized and made to work,
with the eternal message that men and women everywhere
were intended to be free to shape their own destinies."
...Warren Burger, Chief Justice of the United States (1969-1986) at 200th Anniversary of the Bill of Rights, from the Bowling Green, Kentucky "Daily News" January 27, 1991Read More
What do they call it when you see the most beautiful thing! It is a glimpse, out of context, perhaps, but you feel redeemed, renewed and more alive than before you met. But the high turns to horrified, when the entire image reveals itself! OH! And then, just as passionately one is "RE-redeemed", when insight and the angels come to help? There must be a word for it. Let me explain, and ask me for clarity where it gets obscure:
"Your children are not your children - they are the sons and daughters of life's yearning for itself" . God is the Archer, my late husband and I the Bow and string, and our children the arrows we sent into the world. Such thinking really helps and I am glad I was cultivated to it. But ohhhhhh....those years with them idling in he quiver! And just dancing about and deployed not far and for fun only....just to be ready for when it was time and shined up and returned to their place. Those days keep me just fine and glowing whenever I tap into them!Read More
Gramps, called "The Chief", celebrated his Saint Patrick's Day Birthday with his darling wife of 50 years, seven sons, one tiny daughter, their families and a lifetime of friends, associates and neighbors. The line of party visitors began at dawn andended at midnight. Those days are passed, but their abundance is mine always to share! Have some!Read More
. Difficult time with step parents ended and she self-educated to become the grandest in wifehood, motherhood and personhood , in spite of challenges later. She took big downs and rallied to win thru every time. And fun in all of it for us all!
So I feel the stories might be worth sharing - they should really not be lost now that she is leaving us.
Fairfield Connecticut is nickname heaven and Mother has enjoyed several of them.
ART IN AMERICA ~ HISTORICAL OUTLINE and a MYSTERY
I posted this timeline in 2003 at my first site. It made a good thing to share and handy reference for me. But in the loss of things from the old site hacking, is the loss of the SOURCE of this neat post. In trying to find it, I found ten newer ones but none so simple, elegant and easy to USE. Will continue the source search and will add a few links to other good sources. Thanksomuch - ElleRead More
Charles Ethan Porter (c. 1847 – March 6, 1923) was born near Hartford, and, among other things, was a protege of Mark Twain, who raised the money to send Mr. Porter to Paris to refine the training of the talented Rockville, Connecticut , Black American native.
He is said to have painted in the Florentine style and always elegantly. His works are found in the leading collections of the world and spotlighted - top honors- in Black American Culture venues.
It was no fluke that our Mother, Albina was an early CyberSenior ! After thirty years of "fine online" , the Southport Belle aged out of most computing, two years ago at 88 and due to her TTY machine daily in the late seventies and eighties, upgrading to computer and SKYPE was a breeze! Cyber Senior in her own right - she felt no lack of tech support. Both parents were tech apt and our Father's hands made the gold foil you see on the Lunar landing module at the first moon landing July 20, 1969. . I code, and could help, and my son was world-class IT and daughter nearby worked online enough to be able to run to Gram's to unfreeze a thing. IN a hearing aid since the 1950s the internet opened up the world for my Mother again - no more mistakes understanding people, thanks to emails and Skpe to let her lipread perfectly. A triumph that gave her years of life I am sure.Read More
Threads of topic, the fiber of our being, the stuff of life - a bit of fabric and fashion find their way into our talk and writings - easily in my home State Connecticut since it's textile mills as far back as the 1600s are part of how America won its independence: my home state wove the fabric for the nation until after the Civil War, including that of uniforms for both sides in the conflict.
And today it is about ending abuses in the fashion industry - one of the last places on earth that still works humans sub-humanly.Read More
At ninety, there is no shame: “the bones and joints” won’t let her set her own hair anyway, so more fun at the hairdresser is in order. My sister sent Mother’s curlers to me. No fair - the memories! Just curlers- as with all "the little things" - a curlers story:Read More
Also named "A Splendid Torch" or, "Purpose" - this is A New Years Inspiration for everyone! A vitamin of a sort, from George Bernard Shaw, one of my least favorite persons, but most favorite storytellers. It is reprinted everywhere under several titles. I hope you enjoy the easy read! Elle
This is the true joy in life,
the being used for a purpose
recognized by yourself as a mighty one; ...Read More
Someone sent the card to me as an artshow ad, and it started my own thought on the subject of such a basic dichotomy. I took it off my postings board and began to carry it, then folded and glue-stick-ed it, so that it worked like flipping a coin. I left it in my wallet/datebook, loose, so that I could not predict which side would show itself to me in the course of a day. It has been a moment's help, over and over again. May you will find it useful, too!Read More
February 8, 2016 - A poem to my only brother Richard Charles Augustine Smith - "Rick" - on his day - created 1995
Catch the meter and let it flow along quickly or it's too long and no fun:
The Saga of Rick-Pa-Tick
The newscast promised terrorism, as we planned to end our schism,
air flight bringing Rick-pa-tick to brighten February!
So, I, tonight instead of sleep, With snowfall lovely, cold and deep,
write of him upon a whim - the concept's much less scary!
The odds, you see, still favor me: His plane will not be hijacked
Besides, I think the badguy would be more than likely ransacked.
If Rick -pa-tick is on the plane, The badguys better run!
My Brother was a Red Beret, he'd " take 'em out" for fun!
In fact, he'd make a super spy, Though tall, his looks are affable;
At midlife, showed them off for cash, la! la! - so photographable!