Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. THY WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen †
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Good Morning ☀️ Dan!
Good morning, FC! Three of my favorite people right off the bat!
Morning, GrandpaM😊. Bet you didn’t get up at 5:30 today.
Nope, but had to get the little guy up at 6:30 :).
There’s a heck of a lot of difference between 5:30 and 6:30.
Agree
CLAWS!
Omg. Seriously where did you locate this 😂 😂 😂
Mopar, were you listening on my phone while I was making my appt to get my claws manicured? 😉
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More good news! 👍DD👍
Howdy Frank!
Thank God this is so!!
Good morning Betsy! So good to see y’all to start the thread. Had to do an early school run today to take the little guy. We ended up last night having him. Had to bathe him, feed him, and do homework.
so late last night our friend Mungrel was on, and the posting got fixed. Yay!
I’m sure it took a lot of hard work.
Pardon my interruption… Good Morning Grandpa 🙋♀️
Enjoyed reading your activities with the little guy.
Those are one of my most treasured memories. Wish I could have frozen those moments so they would last a lifetime. They grow up so fast Glad you get to enjoy more of them ❤️
Sure are, Cat. I have another busy “retirement”day. Described a little more detail in my reply to Bet NM.
Anyway, I have to coordinate this afternoon dropping off my mom at the grocery store, working out while she is shopping, then picking her up, and finally stopping by the school and collecting the grandson. So I’ll be in and out the OT as I can. 🙂
BTW, I said hi to you upthread earlier. (insert heart emoji here)
Another good morning, G, as I saw you above. Life’s unexpected pleasures, right?
Two of our grands who live just up the road came down with the dreaded lurgy, now both quickly recovered thank goodness but still off school.
So yesterday, their mum texted and said that our newly licensed grand-lad would be bringing over some homemade chicken soup (YUM!!) and rigatoni with sausage in a cream sauce, and he would put it on the step so we wouldn’t be exposed to any residual germs. I cheated and grabbed a hug😉.
We watched him drive up and park neatly by the curb and get out. It was the most surreal experience we have had in a long while.
Memories came flooding back of our having gotten up in the night when they were babes feeding them…memories of seeing him and his twin brother and their little sister all on our bed watching movies and eating lunch when they were little (sure couldn’t fit them all on now!)…memories of picking them up from their various schools from kindergarten to recently.
And now? Those precious times are consigned to our hearts where they will rest and give us joy when we recall them. Yesterday was a marker in a life of markers as we watch them move into the next chapter of their lives. It reminded me of this…
“You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves the bow that is stable.”
Enjoy your time with your grands, G. It really is, as you know, so short.💓
Amen sis! you have your way with words and are sooo right. Will be picking him up in the afternoon. Looks like he’ll be with us for a few days. Last night wifey got a call from his Mom that her Grandma (little guy’s great grandmother) looked like it was her time to pass. She is in a nursing home nearby so will be taking care of him as long as it’s needed.
Oh dear, G. That is heartbreaking. Another one of those markers I spoke of. It sounds as if they are very close to one another. While it comes to us all, this earthly parting, it certainly is not the end as we look forward to reuniting one day. God bless them all as they are with her as she continues on the next part of her journey.🙏💓
Definitely not the end, just a door through which we step into the real life and in the presence of our Lord.
Oh yes sir!! And there will be those who passed on before her through that door waiting for her💓
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Amen. I love the heavenly logical flow…
Since God caused us to be saved…
1 Peter 1:3 ESV
Romans 9:8-26 ESV
He will carry us through…
Philippians 1:6 ESV
Great security. Great joy. Great news!
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Good morning, Cat!💓
Good morning, Frank! Even better reading WP’s joyous sermon. I’m holding onto that today💓
Praise be to God! Good morning, W_P, today’s devotional from Chuck Swindoll is also about Psalm 116. In the fist 2 verses the psalmist explains why he loves the Lord.
https://www.insight.org/resources/daily-devotional/individual/a-song-of-sadness1
Grandpa ❤️
Thank you. I needed to hear this today 🥰😘
You are welcome, FC. I needed it too. Little while ago I got an email from a local group that a gentleman who had worked for us around the turn of the century had passed away. He was a very nice guy. The day he was going to give his notice (he just lived too far from my business) I was in a bad car wreck. He stayed an extra 2.5 months until I had recovered enough to get back to work. And he was my age.
I know you grieve for him, G. Peaceful blessings for all who knew and loved him. That’s a loss. This world needs more like him.
Pastor Swindoll’ s piece was beautiful. In a way it reminded me of “A Grief Observed”, CS Lewis, whose own grief on the death of his wife was so intense and unremitting that he doubted God was even there. It’s a personal journey from him, and very comforting…as this was.
I first heard Chuck at a Promise Keeper rally in Dallas in 1997. That’s when I publicly professed Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour 9a little hat tip to you 🙂). Then found him on the San Antonio Christian radio and have listened to him ever since on my drive to work. That’s one thing that I miss about that drive.
of course, he is online but somehow every day brings it’s own demands and I haven’t been listening. At least I get to read his devotional every morning.
There is something about routine that is very calming. I can well imagine you miss listening. When one finds a voice…a reliable voice…to hear, it really is a gift. I had one, long gone now. And today some who I felt safe with have disappointed terribly. I’ll mention Franklin Graham’s as one.
Thankfully, very thankfully, I came across Archbishop Vigano’s writings and occasional videos. And I must say I feel very much as if I’m in the presence of God’s voice listening to him.
But yes…there are good things about retirement. And then routines disrupted can be disconcerting, especially if it means that it has interfered with something which gave you so much peace. I do understand that.
😢sorry to hear this grandpa.
He sounds like truly a nice guy grandpa. Not many would act like he did and not many left. He’ll be sorely missed by all his loved ones.
IMO lately, the treehouse seems to have the monopoly on the good ones left❤️
I’m a little embarrassed to ask because it may be so simple, but who is HMM?
Gldn I don’t know either. I think it’s a wonderful question. Perhaps someone will come along and answer. If not, I’ll ask WP in the morning 😉
One more . . .
Haha! I love the “one more.” Never four. Always three, then one more! I think you’ve developed a “brand” Mr. Hall!
This music is magic, mellow, and just so smooth. It’s like floating on a cloud!
I think so too. Allison and Josh are real talents. But then she really shines with the Post Modern Juke Box orchestra. She really needs Count Basie . . .
Funny you mention Count Basie, because I was thinking that his music lifts you up to the clouds with energy, spunk, and spirit, then her voice helps you settle on a cloud where you can just drift…
well put!!
Thank you for a dose of Allison.
Here is a booster.
Thanks for posting this. She’s a pretty doggone good sound engineer. We needed a whole professional studio w/ equalizers, high speed tape machines, and a complete mixing console to do that back in the day.
I am so fascinated by the engineering, that I have to listen two or three times to finally enjoy the beauty of the music.
Blast from the past ….
Danny & Juniors
Rock and roll is here to stay, 1958
Jimmy Rodgers,
Honeycomb, 1958
Did Clark hand out gum to his audiences? Those kids were chewing, not singing to honeycomb.
Yup, Beech-nut gum was his sponsor.
“Saturday Night Beech-Nut Show. May 03, 1958”
I promised Betsy a couple of days ago that I’d post a few children’s books that I think are exceptional, so here they are. There are lots more that I think are exceptional and will continue to post more over the coming days if it seems a topic of interest to anyone.
The Salamander Room: A wonderful story with perhaps some of the most gorgeous children’s books illustrations I’ve ever seen.
Crow Call: Story of a girl and her father who has just returned from war, having what evolves into a very special outing. special.
Marshmallow: Sweet story about a cat and a rabbit with very minimal, delicate, soft gray and white illustrations.
And, speaking of soft gray and white illustrations, I highly recommend Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert Frost’s work illustrated by one of the most outstanding children’s book illustrators, Susan Jeffers.
🙋♀️ Sarah!
I’ve been enjoying reading all your posts. IMO,You have a natural way of bringing smiles to all who read them. 😊
I particularly like this children’s book list, especially the brief summaries. They will be a great addition to my grands library.
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What a sweet thing to say. Thank you. And I’m glad you will expand your grand’s library! I’m gonna post a few more recommendations tonight as well, so stay tuned….
Good morning, Sarah!💓 Oh what a gift! Thank you. I am excited to see them all. We could all enjoy immersing ourselves in the other worlds of children’s literature and illustrations. Wonderful.
Yes, reading children’s books and gazing at wondrous illustrations opens a world of beauty, magic, and goodness that one’s spirit needs more than ever. I will post a few more recommendations tonight, as well! (I keep a list of my favorite children’s books, films, etc.)
Excellent!
When I was a child, my favourite book was The White Seal, by Rudyard Kipling. I read it a million times. It was set in Nova Scotia, which I was certain was a fantasy location. Then, as a young adult, I saw Nova Scotia written somewhere (I can’t remember where). I had to investigate further, because I was so shocked to learn it was a real place!
And now that I am seeing all the activities in Canada, I have fond memories of my belief that Nova Scotia was not real.
Anyway, I hope you get a laugh from that story, it always amuses me.
I’ll bet you keep your childhood view of Nova Scotia in your heart and head, rather than how it is today. I feel the same way about a Britain that no longer exists but was the wonderful civilized place it used to be and as I came to know it through literature.
It’s interesting to think about how much changes, even during our own time. And, yes, that magical fantasy place will always be with me.
And mine with me…and that’s a very good thing I think.😊
What you just shared is a little bit of magic in itself and now I’m going to check out that book!!! And since I love Jean Redpath and you mentioned seals, this seems a perfect place to share another one of her stark and haunting songs.
Thank you, and I can confirm that my cat doesn’t like that song. She promptly got up from my lap and left, haha
Oh dear. I’m so sorry to hear that. Maybe the high pitch was irritating or she has a negative attitude toward seals. Hard to say. Here. Try this. Long slow low notes. I hope Ms. Kitty finds this more pleasing to her delicate sensibilities!
Yes, she definitely prefers this one. And, as we all know, the cats are in charge!
Thank you, Sarah!
You’re welcome!
Here’s another Trout and Coffee video narrative. The first part is only interesting if you’re a gearhead and like car shops . . . Otherwise you might want to skip ahead to 7.00 or so when the scenes shift to wonderful New England Christmas street sceens. I have to say they really do Christmas right up there. If you watch these videos you quickly realize that the underlying subtext is actually a love story . . . about a place and about people and about Kyle and Allie . . .
I love how they post a list of all the music they use. It’s very respectful to the composers and musicians and also very wonderful for viewers who may be curious and want to check out more of a certain kind of sound.
Meanwhile, check out this moving comment someone posted at YouTube on this video: “I found your channel during my husband’s battle with COVID. He contracted it at the very beginning of the pandemic. I live in a state that was rationing care so they sent us home and as he battled the disease I watched your channel. You carried me through. When I got to the videos when you met Allie all I could do was smile. He won the battle but is a long hauler. He watches your videos with me now. Thank you for all you do. Our deepest love to you and Ally as you love one another.”
You just never know how something small you do may touch another’s life
Absolutely true, Sarah.
Interupta me :
Love is the most powerfull force in the universe.
Oh yes it is, Mungrel.
Right on, son!
No, one never knows. The smallest gifts and blessings are often the greatest.
Blast from the past……
Gentrys –
Keep on Dancing, 1965
Oh my goodness, that is crazy! All those frantic girls on the platforms needed were go-go boots and they’d be all set!
Sheila’s look cool, no comment on the boots !
What will it take?
When the masses awaken and the truth revealed this planets population will explode against the self proclaimed overlords in a vengance so profound that when finished a total restructuring of the system that let this evil happen will ultimately end in a new age of enlightenment , this will then usher in peace on Earth.
In the meantime fight.
That is my dream. Right from the beginning of covid rules, I hoped that we push back so much that we take back all the freedoms we have lost over the years.
‘will be quarantined and monitored for 31 days’
3 monkeys that escaped, were captured after Pennsylvania crash have been euthanized (nbcnews.com)
Is there anything they do not lie about?
Hey jim, if you look at the whole CIA funded hollyweird projection thing the 1995 we are telling you your future thing belongs to the movie “12 monkeys” ! The script is what they intend on playing out, bats or monkeys don’t really matter, as an old Led Zep piece ” The song remains the same”rings true.
I think that stuff goes even further back. The Terminator comes to mind with Skynet…
Definitely, they have been projecting their home brew future on the masses now for centuries in fact, the advent of tell-a-vision allowed them to go into overdrive.
I researched MK-Ultra over a 30 year period, the thing that gets me the most is the simplicity of controlling the herd.
Amen, mate! It is still hard for me to fathom so many people just turning into sheeple and such a huge portion of the medical field selling their soul to the devil.
Thank you for this ocelot!
I have a few friends in this region I care deeply about.
Wonder if it’s a cover story for the next level of “covid” damage? IMO,It doesn’t smell right.
Information without media hype is most appreciated
No link, friend just heard on local radio, the woman who stuck her finger in the cage is now being treated with antibiotics and received a rabies shot. Idk if that’s sop 🤷♀️
Whaaat ! You are Feral, I’ve seen your scratch tree, I seen the butterflies and fireflies, the nice smelling little purple flowers in your holdout, I even ate one of your wild mushrooms growing on the Bush protection perimeter I set up .
What’s this thing called cage ?
Barker eggs are good for three weeks at least ! Cage please explain, if I have to go back to your forest I will you know , what’s going on up there ?
Saw on presidential thread:
This
https://hbg100.com/2022/01/24/witness-at-scene-of-cdc-lab-monkeys-crash-has-developed-symptoms/
And this
https://www.cdc.gov/niosh/docs/99-100/default.html
Mungrel, separate but possibly related pondering I want to run by you….let’s say, someone has been experiencing the same covid vaxx symptoms from the beginning, before the jab was unveiled. Experienced the new symptoms before they have announced the new ones?
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Are you positive you want my anwser ? I am capable , I’m only warning.
To fully anwser I would destroy peoples dreams, that to me is not a nice thing to do.
The choice is mine not yours, I’ll put it this way, no I won’t changed my mind mid sentance ! I’ll just say this , be very careful what you wish for.
To me I can anwser very simply but it is the explanation of the anwser that is difficult.
Hope you understand.
I am a rare mungrel in the same manner that you are a rare Feral cat !
Mungrel, you’re right. Just some odd ramblings from an old feral cat who drags her potion bag through the forest. Forgive me for such odd thoughts.
Now, these barker eggs, you speak of, can they be mixed in the cake I’m making for your birthday 🎂? 😉
Barker egg cakes I normally save for ex mungrel human support pup welfare bitch , I wouldn’t recommend them for Ferals as yourself, especially because of your nice purrs,
Do you not have the same problem whith your “Tom’s” I’ll make a deal, only cause your a nice Feral, you supply the kitty litter and I’ll supply the markers eggs, we mix em up and no more bitch or tom, kitty and puppy can find their own way in this big bad human world !
Is it a deal ?
Possibly, if you supply the day /month we’d mix up this batch, I’ll check my calendar for my availability 😉
Ow, hissy now are we 😜
She will be if you don’t tell us the date of your birthday upcoming!!!!!!😉
I second that.
Hint : On the Origin of Species.
Ms Emily….as similar letter should be given to each illegal migrant coming across our boaders.
My cousin died from exposure to a NHP (monkey) at Emory University. They did not observe the PPE requirements and she paid the ultimate price.
This stuff is dangerous.
Also, if they euthanized the escaped monkeys, they could not see if they were infected by keeping them in quarantine.
I love Jean Redpath’s work, especially the sad melancholy songs, of which there are so many from Scotland. Some of the lyrical songs in 3/4 time are really wonderful, while others are just insanely stark and utterly unadorned, sung without any instrumentation, just the voice. Here’s one of each kind.
Oh MY!!!!!! Thank you, Sarah, for those. I’d never heard of her but I was mesmerized by her singing and her accompaniment. It has always fascinated me, though it shouldn’t have, how the music of Scotland, Ireland, and England is so similar to music found in the various parts of the South here and in the mountains of Appalachia. Gentle, melodious, simple and just the best sort of listening that one can imagine. I’m going to go right down her playlist and enjoy every note.
Yes indeed there is familial connection between the music from these regions. I’ve been listening to Jean Redpath for many years, decades, and used to own every recording she made (this goes back to cassette tapes!). Had the joy of seeing her perform live one year and she was amazing, and very funny, too. She wove through tales of Scotland and I will never forget her saying how people often comment about how lush and green it is and with a very dry, drole wit, she said, that’s because it’s mold! I think she used to give tours of the countryside, but not 100% positive. Also, among other things, she is considered the hands down authority on the songs of Robert Burns. I could go on and on about her and the amazing music she sings with so much heart and simplicity so the song itself is center stage, and not her.
I played your first link for my British husband. He had never heard or heard of her. But he was as appreciative of her as I was. She certainly has the type of voice needed for such songs.
Betsy,
the Scotch-Irish made their way down the Applalachian trail and settled the Tennessee area. Around 1916-1918, Cecil Sharp made four trips there to document the folk singing of the mountain people and show the connection to the British Isles. There was a movie made based on his experience: it’s called The Songcatcher
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0210299/
https://www.semanticscholar.org/paper/Gathering-the-voices-of-the-people-Cecil-Sharp%2C-and-Gold-Revill/bc7ceb18b421350451bf2f31130ca76e4e450035
Thank you for those links, Lonestar. I’ll search for the movie. The title is intriguing. Folk music is history itself I’ve always thought, so I hope I’ll be able to locate it.
https://cecilsharpinappalachia.org/
Mercy!!! Such wonderful links! Thank you LS.
And bye the bye, in America, his name would be phonetically pronounced “Cee-cil” …in Britain it is “Ces-sil”. The quirks of the English language, eh?
Yes, I’ve heard his name pronounced “Ces-sil” consistently in the ECD world.
You can find all the songs over at YouTube. I linked to a few of my favorites a little bit above this comment.
Oh my gosh. Please forgive me barging in, but that film was one I’d forgotten. It was lovely. The music is what makes it. I used to own the CD but it’s long gone now. There’s a fantastic array of artists who sing. Here are a few links for anyone interested! Oh what a joy it has been to be reminded of this!!!
When Love is New sung by Dollie Parton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccP1eeYdQgU&list=PLMKmfA5nYij_40–y5LXEvL5-Phv1asYH&index=5
Barbara Allen sung by Emmie Lou Harris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJnlnkoyW5E&list=PLMKmfA5nYij_40–y5LXEvL5-Phv1asYH&index=4
Fair and Tender Ladies sung by Roseanne Cash.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxiBP-RA4Mg&list=PLMKmfA5nYij_40–y5LXEvL5-Phv1asYH&index=12
Oh my oh my these are some wonderful songs sung so beautifully….
THE ONLY SON FROM HEAVEN
By this God’s love was revealed in us, that God has sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son as the atoning sacrifice for our sins.
Beloved, if God loved us in this way, we also ought to love one another. No one has seen God at any time. If we love one another, God remains in us, and his love has been perfected in us.
— 1 John 4:9-12, WEB
The text of the hymn The Only Son from Heaven is ascribed to Elisabeth Cruciger (1500-1535). In her brief time on earth, she was, according to Wikipedia, the first female hymn writer of the Reformation.
I can’t find who wrote the tune. Wikipedia.de says that the melody is probably from a secular source and was printed in 1524 in one of the earliest evangelical hymnbooks. It served as inspiration for short compositions by Dieterich Buxtehude and J.S. Bach.
I think my pastor would call this a “strong” hymn. It mentions the prophets and our King’s miraculous birth, confesses the gospel, prays for faith and love, looks to life in heaven, and praises the Holy Trinity. That’s quite a bit to do in four verses. But it seems quite natural as written and translated.
We usually sing this hymn a few weeks after Christmas. It is one of my favorites any time of year,
1 The only Son from heaven, foretold by ancient seers,
By God the Father given, in human form appears.
No sphere His light confining, no star so brightly shining
As He, our Morning Star.
2 O time of God appointed, O bright and holy morn!
He comes, the King anointed, the Christ, the virgin-born.
Grim death to vanquish for us, to open heav’n before us,
And bring us life again.
3 O Lord, our hearts awaken to know and love you more,
In faith to stand unshaken, in spirit to adore.
That we through this world moving, each glimpse of heaven proving,
May reap its fullness there.
4 ∆ O Father, here before You, with God the Holy Ghost
And Jesus, we adore You, O pride of angel host:
Before You mortals lowly cry, “Holy, holy, holy,”
O blessed Trinity.
Talented young singers …
Beautifully sung in German …
In congregational worship …
Short Bach organ postlude …
https://www.newsbusters.org/blogs/nb/kevin-tober/2022/01/24/nets-panic-over-supreme-court-taking-affirmative-action-case
Affirmative Action is of course a racist policy in the first place and never should have been allowed. But at least there was a twisted logic for its implementation.
What logic justifies discrimination against all nationalities of a designated minority category save one?
It seems to me that all Asians are being discriminated against in Ivy League schools, with the exception of the Chinese.
Big $$$ stuff going on behind the scenes in Aussie, seems that all that chinga dosh invested gets trashed if the Aussie $ fails !
I’m not a money man as I don’t have any , the big boys so to speak are calculating frantically.
The game is to them to crash the lot to bring in digital currency, it’s just my opinion but it don’t look like things are going to their plan.
Ha, ha son, you should check what chinga means in Mexican vernacular. Can’t put the translation here, it will get me in the bin. 🤐
😂😂 I am actually correct then ! I just forgot the ‘s’ I’ll just put it down as a spelling mistake !
How olds the little fella ?
Will be 7 in April.
Gooood Morning Betsy!☀️
Yesterday’s thread, left you a shopping tip. It’s one I’ve used to much amusement of other shoppers. Perhaps it’ll come in handy for you 😉
I’ve missed flowing conversations with my bestest Betsy. ❤️ It’s been difficult to maintain my high level of positivity without you, Frank, grandpa, mungrel, ms Idaho, and everyone whose names escape me, sharings .
If your name isn’t here, it’s due to my memory issues, in no way do I consider any of you less important. I just can’t keep up with all your wonderful names ❤️
I see we have a new branch sitter named Sarah! She has been an absolute delight with all her contributions, hasn’t she?
Perhaps mungrel will share the ending of his story now or at least share his birth day 😉
Glad our “party line” didn’t crash like some websites do. The admins do a really fine job and imo, they deserve a standing ovation 👏 👏 👏
Oh bless you, Cat💓. I did comment a few times yesterday, but mostly in response to others. It looks like the disturbance in our force has been resolved and my posts popped up immediately. Hallelujah!! All is right with the world now😊
I’ll revisit yesterday’s thread to get that shopping tip. Heaven knows we could use all we can get. Thank you.
We still haven’t heard from Mungrel on his birth date. He must be one of those, as I am, for whom it is just another day. Here’s hoping he lets us know, so we can celebrate for and with him.
Bless you, Cat, for your wonderful words. They really do touch my heart, sweet friend, and I thank you😘
At least we know his birthday isn’t feb 29, he wouldn’t have one this year 😆
Know what you mean… it’s just another day. I’ve made a habit on Mother’s Day to call my girls and thanking them for the title bestowed on me. That day means more to me than my birthday. They’ve made such a mess of my another day, I’m considering changing it to feb 29, if I must acknowledge it. I’ll stay forever young 😂
😂…oh how I agree with your designation of Mother’s Day as more important, though if we weren’t here neither would they be😉. One’s life changes forever on that day we become one. I remember with my first, hearing her little bassinet with squeaky wheels coming down the hospital corridor for my first look.(all three of mine were sections in the days before epidurals). I took one look at this beautiful amazing gift from God and found myself wondering what she would turn out to be. A fleeting musing.
As for your other comment…I keep seeing people refer to “the elderly”, and I have to remind myself that I fall into that camp. Although unless I accidentally see myself in the mirror, I feel no older than any other year in which I’ve lived. So scoot over, Cat!! I’ll adopt that day for my birthday as well. Makes perfect sense to me.
You know those days when you think, why me?
😉
As I promised you mob I will continue Granny’s Solace.
We worked and planned once again , the pigs knew what we done but couldn’t prove a thing, they got nasty, real nasty.
After the record set in place of young mungrel running away constantly a lower court gave permission for Mungrel to pick up young mungrel at the copshop Friday night and return him Sunday night 6 pm.
We fought this on the merits of trying to make Mungrel out as a criminal to his own son, we lost and had to be content with what we got.
The other side got worse.
Now the ex thing would enter the copshop with child and idiot I’m tuffguy boyfriend , I watched from a vantage point how the pigs would close the front curtains 15 minutes before I was due and open them 15 minutes later ! The idiot scum boyfriend would sit there taunting me with facial expressions, smirking and the like, I wanted to rip his head of and shove it where the sun don’t shine, I kept my cool.
That weekend we didn’t go up to the house, Granny went to church Sunday morning as usual, this worked well as son of mungrel had something to say Dad only.
I had brought young mungrel a toolbox for “fixing” he’s push bike, in it was a 12 inch shifter,the things father sat young mungrel down for a “serious talk” and stated “your father is nothing but an arsehole ” young mungrel threw the shifter at his head with such force it skimmed the right side of his head drawing blood and went through both sides of the plaster wall.
I laugh now but then no.
Funny fact young mungrel drew “first blood”! I thought that was my job !
Young mungrel was insistent not to tell Granny, Granny came in the front door beaming after church with news, she took one look at us , sat down and simply said ” what’s wrong” young mungrel spilt the beans, Granny was furious .
At first she made good by by getting me a whiskey and son an cold drink and biscuits , she went to her room, shut the door and that was that, an hour or so later she came out, to me she had just burnt out another set of rosary beads !
The boy had to be returned, he didn’t want to go.
We decided that Granny would take him, now it must be remembered that she was in no legal documents. Here’s what happened, she drove her old S model parking in front of the cop doors in an emergency pig parking spot, got out , grabbing her handbag , locking the car, walking inside, not before stopping of course and tucking in young mungrels shirt. In other words she took as long as as he could. The pig she encountered at the counter was at least a POS demanding identification and reason for her dropping of the boy, in the meantime the two things done to Granny what they had being doing to me.
Granny pulled her Bible out from her Granny bag, slamming it on the counter stating she had full authority ! The pig flinched, Granny turned , stood and stared at the ex and the thing before returning the way she came.
Granny won that battle.As I said earlier I still have all documentation including the pig reports from that night. I still love Granny’s “form” who was willing to bust a little old lady holding a Bible ! I couldn’t even think of that one !
For the next two weeks we didn’t argue but had plenty of words to say about who was going to get the boy next , Granny confided what her church mob had said and I confided my street view after the same rigorous debates we both came to the conclusion that there was a RAT in the system working against us.
It took fourteen years later before I was to discover this truth.
Young mungrel got this one .
I overruled Granny on the next pickup, my turn now, everything went as good as could be but the Sunday “drop off” went to hell, it was a “setup” I’ll cut it short, one pig behind the counter, fake bike POS calls me a “stupid idiot ” pig smirked as I stated I want this insult on record , Mungrel responded in kind, three pigs come out from behind the one way mirror, one jumped the counter, this fat unt I put on his arse, Mungrel ran to car, they never followed me on foot, instead they got into their pig mobile’s looking, I watched from my car with the motor running, what to do ? I decided for lesser chargers and waited.
A pig car pulled up alongside, I was in one of them 3000 car big box parking lots, I opened the door, the pig pulled out a bag of white powder, dropped it on the ground and said “look what I found” Mungrel floored it.
A four mile chase insued, the whole tv thing, Mungrel can drive, I won’t go into details but I got away, in my life I have come to know what most would call criminals but except for the extreme most are simply outcasts.
I stashed the car.
I jumped back fences to escape as not to put “heat” on anybody else.
Granny had previously given me a phone number with instructions only to be used from a public phone box in the case of extreme circumstances.
I rung the number, was asked my full five name name , told to stay low, go home in the morning, (that was Granny’s) and don’t worry about it !!!
Granny was at work when I got back but left me a note with a meal and two longnecks!
That night she demanded the phone number back and instucted me never to mention the whole incident again !
To this day I do not know whom I called.
I never heard another thing.
Seems the young girl that got pregnant during the 1930s depression and worked all her life a servant had a lot of “pull”.
Granny’s Solace is my true story, I learnt fully crying like a baby after her death in her garden.
The last chapter next, high Court, Granny pulls in the “big boys” Mungrel stands alone.
Who DoD she know ?
I’m thinking after the next chapter an epilogue will be needed, if that’s ok with you mob!
Thank you for continuing your story 🙂
Wow. I thought my journey was/is a doozy!
Great story! Can’t wait!
Yeeeeeehaw. This is a great ride!
If it wasn’t for you mob I never would of bothered.
Definitely a next chapter and an epilogue, M.
See? I did say. Your natural home in this house is on this thread. Welcoming and certainly loving.
I wasn’t going to, but I think I need to tell the start of Lucky’s story.
It is nowhere near as exciting as your James Bond type adventures (heartbreaking as they were)
Closer to Cinderella – but with no mean stepmother, no glass slipper and no prince charming
Son of Lucky is there, but only as a co-survivor. We didn’t have doors we could kick down – only some we could peek thru with awe (maybe like your Gran?) and some we could sneak thru.
Lucky did meet and marry Mr Lucky – but years had to pass and lots had to happen in between
and flying had to end before that chapter started
I’ll write and post the beginning.
Please do. I love a good ending ❤️
It isn’t the end – or even the beginning of the end.
That’s a tale for another day 🙂
Good morning, ms idaho🌟. Well now you HAVE to tell the story. We’ve had the trailer😊. Personal journeys hold a great fascination for me as examples of seeing and understanding how God works in others’ lives. I look at my own in retrospect and believe I see the moments and events which were driven by Him.
I hope to be reading yours one day💓
Yes Betsy – there is NO DOUBT God works in our lives. We don’t see it at the time. We don’t even realize it is happening. We might ask ‘why me God?’ Things that seem dreadful at the time are often signs that we are not supposed to be doing whatever we have been doing. Door slams hard in face – new direction must be found. Mungrel says ‘kick the door down’ – except it is locked, barred and won’t budge – no matter how hard we try. No matter how hard we pray.
Of course, we often forget or ignore ‘Thy Will Be Done:” But … But… THIS IS WHAT I WANT!!!!
No means NO (as my beloved grandmother used to say)
The only thing I can say about my own serendipitous experiences is that you have to be willing to take the chance and accept the change. Weeping and crying over what is not does no good at all. Depression doesn’t help a thing. When you have been knocked on your but you must pick yourself up and get moving.
From all your wonderful treeper companion posts, I am positive each has a story to share. All we can say for sure is we got up this morning (YAY) and are looking for guidance on how best to say ‘Thank you God”.
Hugs for you all. Writing in progress 🙂
Oh good!! God always answers prayer, but sometimes the answer is no, or seems to be. We don’t know His plans. And that is where faith comes in, though sometimes it really is hard in the face of thinking we know what we want. His timing is all.
But so clearly can I see, or think I do, the things in my life which have seemed fortuitous at the time which have in fact simply been a progression of steps to the answer to prayers long ago uttered….prayers which seemed to have been given a “no” to…but in fact were answered with “not yet, be patient”.
Waiting, ms idaho. 🙂
Go right ahead, I’m looking forward to Lucky’s story .
PS : you can always ‘pick’ the lock 😒
Thanks mungrel. God be with you on your endless journeys in life.
Morning, Slowcobra! Amen to that! I have never met anyone with a life like his. Obviously (to me) he has had his own battalion of spiritual Watchers beside him throughout.🙏
PRAYING ON THE ARMOR OF GOD
Father God, I now follow your command to put on the full armor of God, because my battle is not against flesh and blood but against rulers, authorities, the powers of this dark world and against spiritual forces of evil in the unseen world.
I first pray on the Belt of Truth that it may be buckled around my waist, may I be centered and encircled by your truth dear Lord. Hem me inside all that is true and right, and may I be protected and held up by the truth of your living word, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Breastplate of righteousness, please protect my vital organs and my inner man, cover my integrity, my spirit, and my soul. Guard my heart for it is the wellspring of life, please strengthen and guard the most vulnerable places in my life with that which is right, good, and noble that I might not receive a fatal blow from the enemy, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Gospel Shoes of Peace. I choose to stand in the shoes of your good news, and on the firm foundation of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the solid eternal rock. All other ground is sinking sand, I pray that I will not slip or fall, but that my feet would be firmly fitted on your lordship, my Lord Jesus. I choose to stand on you, so that the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus, the eternal Rock of Ages. I receive your holy peace now my Lord, from the sole of my feet to the crown of my head, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray the Shield of Faith into my hand now. As I take up the shield of faith, I ask that you might extinguish every dart and arrow, that is launched from the enemy to take me down spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, and every attempt of the enemy to destroy my joy. I ask that my faith in you would make it flame out. Extinguish every flaming arrow that would come against me, my life, my family, my home, or my ministry. May my faith always be out in front of me like a shield. Give me the courage to “faith my fears” by choosing to walk by faith and not by sight, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Helmet of Salvation, that you might protect my mind from the thoughts that can lead me astray. I choose to take every thought captive, and arrest all intentioned ideas and motives that would harm others, or distract me from your holy will for me. I submit every captured thought to the Lordship of my Lord Jesus Christ, and ask that you would imprison those thoughts that are not of you my Lord. Transform my mind and renew my thinking that I may think God thoughts, and have a sober mind that is focused on your glory. Please protect me from being double minded that I may allow my mind, I reject to live an earthly life, because I choose to live a holy one, governed by you My Lord Jesus, the prince of peace, please have my mind to be saturated with the holy mind of Christ, in my Lord Jesus name.
Finally, I take up the Sword of the Spirit which is the holy word of God, I pray this powerful offensive weapon into my hand, and ask that your holy word would be fitting for every encounter I face. As the enemy gets close to me, please give me the insight, wisdom, and skill to wield the word of God to drive away the enemy, in my Lord Jesus name.
May the enemy and his team flee from me, upon hearing the word of God spoken by the power and direction of the Holy Spirit. Give me the sword of the spirit to cut through the wiles of the devil, so that I may discern the schemes of the enemy when he is near.
With all kinds of prayers, supplication, and intercession I pray to you my Lord God as the one who fights my battles. Now that I’m in your holy powerful armor, I walk away covered and ready to face my day as you go before me, and please protect me in the midst of the spiritual warfare in this unseen world, in my Lord Jesus name.
Thank you my Lord, for the spiritual weapons of armor and prayer that you have given me. It is written no weapon formed against me shall prosper, and you will refute every tongue that accuses me.
Thank you Father God, my Lord Jesus and the Holy Spirit, that I am more than a conqueror in my Lord Jesus. I pray all of this in the mighty name of my Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ.
AMEN.
Beloved D:
Thanks so much for your posts.
Don’t leave us again!
BE MY VOICE
BABY LIVES MATTER
Verse of the Day for Tuesday, January 25, 2022
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“Teach me thy way, O LORD, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies.”
Psalms 27:11 (KJV)
Mornin’ infidels!
Bummer 👏
Greetings Treepers!
Sara Lee,
I did watch your 30 minute video posted yesterday. I was captivated.
Here’s one for yuh…only one minute…I’ll bet (Hi Bet!) it causes a spontaneous grin.
I’m disappointed in you Frank, at a time people are hungry you think about eating Sara Lee ! What are you a cannibal or something !
Oh my gosh!! Memories of easier times. Simpler times. And you were right. A spontaneous grin from me, but I didn’t realize I was dong it. 💓
mornin’ Treepers
Good morning!
Thank God for another day.
Good morning to you, Sepp. 😊
Afternoon Ma’am. Hoping to eat lunch in peace, but the pre-schoolers have invaded.
No such thing as peace with pre-schoolers, Sepp. Treasured times💓
Glory to God, Sepp. Have a great day.
Aye Lonestar, Southern Cross here, have a good day.
Temperature here is just cooling down 35 Celsius or 95 Fahrenheit take a pick.
I never could get totally used to C in Britain.
General rule, double and add 33 gets close .
I will post you later your day, it is Australia Day here today, the Patriot day of the year , telling in the current fight, trust mungrel here not much will happen, I’ll explain why later.
Goodnight .
Sleep well, M🙏
Mornin’ Mungrel. 40 degrees F here in Sunny North Texas. Thank you for telling us your story. I could tell some family stories myself, but nothing as fascinating as yours.
God bless and keep you.
Stories which might not be interesting to us who have them I often find hold endless fascination for others who hear them. We learn about each other, which is no bad thing.
I’ve told so many about myself and my life I bet anyone who has read them all could manage a pretty good photo fit or pick me out of a police lineup!
Well LBT, it will be hard to miss the war paint and the tomahawk :).
Hahaha!!! Sure to be a dead giveaway.
😂
Your turn will come, I’ll
Just get Betsy on your case, she’ll work your story from you !!!
😂💓
Good day to you sir! 💓🙏
ummmm….that would be m’am….. (grin)
Lonestar, thanks for the clarification, ma’am! I had the wrong impression, too. 😁
Ruh-rho. I am so sorry, ma’am. I honestly try to not assume. But this morning, I’m not the brightest candle on the cake. In fact, a few minutes ago I was saying to my husband that with so many nongendered handles by our family members here on this site, one just never knows and it is a fool’s errand to try and guess. I apologize for making you something you are not💓😊
Ha, ha Betsy, last night in our men’s group our pastor was belly aching that he had to attend a Walk to Emmaus training that had a video with cartoon characters of two guys sitting on the couch and talking. He really didn’t like the cartoon thing. My remark was that at least they weren’t holding hands. Everyone got a good laugh, pastor says, “Don’t go there”, and my friend Dale quips, “I’ll go there with you”. LOL!
Just for info The Walk to Emmaus is very similar 3 day weekend to the Catholic ACTS.
You’re lucky with your friends, G, and your pastor.🤗
ha ha
that’s why I insert a reference to ‘hubby’ now and then.
on the other hand, the doctor’s assistant at our health clinic talks about her ‘wife’.
way back when – even before the next ‘chapter’ – we were surrounded by gay men.
I’ll tell you about my honeymoon (I won’t say how many years ago, and not with my present dearly beloved) How many people do you know who can say the ‘honeymoon’ was with 6 men? It was a combined honeymoon and racing trip (winter trip, to FL). Baby’s father was the mechanic, there was the owner of the car and other support folks. Being young and dumb I was only slightly resentful of the time spent racing at Daytona on the sand. FL was warm and sunny, the sand and ocean were wonderful
I’ll bet you had an absolute blast! At least I’ll guess it has provided you with so many stories to tell. Wonderful😊
no worries, Betsy
Good morning, LS!
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. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.
The Jesus Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy upon me, a sinner.
Amen!
Prayer of Saint Ioannikios the Great of Bithynia (+ 846)
My hope is the Father, my refuge the Son, my protection the Holy Spirit. O Holy Trinity, glory to Thee.
The Trisagion Hymn
and the
50th Psalm (Septuagint)
Psalm 51 (Masoretic)
Applied Statistics
Say it Loud
Say it PROUD
Thanks.
God has blessed us with TRUCKERS! Now, if only HE would tell me how to do my share.
Blessed be Jahweh my Rock, who teaches my hands to war and my fingers to fight.-Ps 144:1
Amen and amen, realwesterner. 🙏🌟
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Has anyone else experienced the following at the pharmacy? Friend uses an independent Pennsylvania pharmacy. Always before, a girl takes your monthly refills by phone. Today, friend had to leave a voicemail indicating their request. At pick up, girl had to check with the pharmacist before getting the order and friend only received 3 of 9 scripts. Anything lung related and potassium was out of stock. “Check back next week”.
Overheard another- no refill available story. Truck was due in at 2pm from New York. Didn’t. Maybe tomorrow. Customer insisted they try rite aid to get medication transferred to the independent pharmacy. Patient in last stage of life and needs it. Pharmacy begrudgingly said”they do have a contract with rite aid in these situations” I’m thinking if that is so, why wasn’t it done prior to customer asking, if it was in stock at rite aid? I don’t know the outcome. Only the beginning was observed.
This pharmacy is a home town one who knows their customers intimately. IMO their behavior is totally out of character
My advice would be, if you’re stuck in the 30 day only supply of scripts allotment, put your order in as soon as you allowed by insurance company. Don’t wait
I’d be interested if anyone else is experiencing this.
FC, haven’t had any problems here in Texas with my parents meds. We use an independent pharmacy and the pharmacist and his wife are friends with our oldest son and DIL. In our wilder days we downed quite a few adult beverages together.
Sometimes will have to wait a couple of days for the dr to approve the script but that’s just the bureaucracy angle.
Good to know you’ve got an inside source. Was worrying about you and your family down there. ❤️
Cat, there have been warnings over the last few months with the supply chain disruptions and now with China shutting down their ports (no doubt in cahoots with Biden) that since a LOT of our medicines come from China, shortages would be an issue…as it seems to be where your friend is. I think it was only a matter of time before it actually hit. That’s all I know. It’s awful.
IMO, Awful is what we’ve been preparing for. Just wondering if this is the beginning of awful. Will keep you posted if it’s just a momentary glitch. . It would be wonderful if this passes. 🙏
Cheerful note, although mungrel doesn’t seem too willing to share his special day with us (maybe he got a bald spot in his fur and he’s depressed?) , I made a manicure appt to get my claws done special and when I hung up and popped in here, mopar must have been eavesdropping. He left me a most delightful video 😂
lilbirdee12’s prayer:
Our Heavenly Father, Your children come to you tonight to ask for healing and peace throughout our country so that we may return to being One Nation Under God. Guide us to be leaders in Your Kingdom, spreading Your Love and Salvation to all. Forgive us our sins and deliver us from evil.
Lord, we ask for a blanket of protection over all our troops and law enforcement who serve to defend and protect us. Bless our representatives with the strength and wisdom they need to achieve the path You have chosen for us.
Please place Your Guardian Angels of Protection around Donald Trump and his family as they seek to lead America back to You. Also, we pray for Angels to protect and support our Sundance as he works for justice and peace.
Grant us patience, Lord, as the evil ones try to anger us and cause us to fall.
Spread blessings over Israel and Netanyahu.
We humbly ask that You please comfort those who are grieving and in pain.
Thank you Father, for Your Love and the gift of Life.
In Jesus name, we pray. Amen.
Amen
Amen 🙏
Amen.
Amen. And prayers up for Julian Assange and for all those jailed for protesting January 6, 2020; and special prayers for Pastor Pawlowski, and for all people jailed for speaking their minds
Amen.
Dedicated to my wonderful friends at theConservativeTreehouse – from a small, low, bare, old branch:
Once upon a time … in a once-great-city … lived a girl called Lucky. Lucky was poor of money but didn’t know it because all around her were also poor. She finished a technical high school with a good background in art – intending to make a career as a commercial artist. Finding a job was something else alltogether.
Then, Lucky ‘lucked out’. She got a job with an advertising agency. It consisted of 3 people: the Owner / boss / adman, his receptionist / secretary and Lucky (art department). It soon became apparent that the ambitious adman had needs that far exceeded Lucky’s talents. A replacement was found and Lucky was out. Back to working multiple jobs to support self and baby son. What to do?
What happened next is right out of your favorite fairy tale. A Playboy Club opened in the city. Lucky’s ex boss landed them as an Ad account. He then encouraged Lucky to apply for a job there – the Bunnies were making hundreds of $$ a day. After some coaxing and a lot of ‘what do you have to lose?’ thinking, Lucky applied for and got a job as a Playboy Bunny.
Now just stop it! I can hear your snickers and giggles. You would like me to tell you about all the ‘naughty’ things Lucky did. Except – she didn’t.
What she did was learn how to talk with people. All kinds of people. About all kinds of subjects. There were always quiet times at the Club. Lots of folks came by just to visit (and drink or eat).
This was a ‘pretend we are private (even tho they were not) fancy club in a city with lots of people with lots of $$. It was NOT Hugh Hefner’s Playboy Mansion.
I must pause here to tell you what it was like working at the Club. First and foremost, Bunnies were taught to care for their patrons. I have been to a number of fancy restaurants in my time – and their so-called ‘service’ leaves a lot to be desired (in contrast).
Bunnies were taught how to dress, wear makeup, coif the hair around Bunny Ears. They were ‘inspected’ before they were allowed into the Club. Bunny Tails had to be fluffy, bow tie on straight. Bunnies were not allowed to ‘chat’ with anyone except the patrons. They were not allowed to sit with them, but to ‘perch’ nearby. Patrons were NEVER asked ‘can I get you something?’. Bunnies were always watching and close in case of need. For instance, they carried a fresh ashtray to cover and remove existing ashes. Close but not annoying.
Bunnies learned how to take drink orders, place those orders at the bar, prepare glasses, ice and condiments. The return to the table demanded they know who ordered what. No ‘who ordered the beer?’. And they were taught there is a correct way to pour that beer. You do not handle a glass by its top. You do not handle silverware by the eating end. Bunnies did not ‘bend forward’ to serve. They placed the right hip towards the table, locked the knees (in 3″heels), bent backward and GRACEFULLY served each person at the table (think ballet movements). Patrons were not supposed to, but they often patted the Bunny’s Tail. If the patron abused the Bunnies they were asked to leave.
If the patrons ordered lunch or dinner Bunnies learned how to stack the plates on the arms for transport to the table. And, of course, place the correct plate in front of the correct person. The club did have really good food.
Lucky found it was a special treat to work the showroom. Seeing a lighted special rum drink moving thru a darkened room while Eddy Fisher (or another famous name entertainer) was singing was a sight to behold. Woe to the Bunny who dropped a tray full of drinks while the show was going on. Bunnies had to crouch to serve so as to be out of the way so patrons could be entertained.
Sounds easy and fun…until you understand: Lucky often worked a 4 hour lunch shift, followed by a short rest, and 8 more hours til closing at 2 am. Ahem – in a form fitting Bunny Suit and 3 inch high heels. As they say, youth is wonderful – too bad it is wasted on the young. And Lucky was very young.
Using connections outside the Club, Bunnies were often invited to private parties. Lucky met Raymond Burr and other notables. A number of the Bunnies made good career moves from these parties. Most of the girls were as stunning and beautiful as any showgirl.
I know – you are wondering: what does this have to do with a flying career? Or have you guessed the answer?
One magic day, Lucky got ‘lucky again’. Same Ad Agency ‘boss’ signed up a new account – a flying service that was publicity oriented. They put their heads together and dreamed up a promotion with the Club where Bunnies could get free flying lessons in exchange for ‘appearing’ in their ‘street Bunny costumes’ (pleated skirt, black top with Playboy Bunny logo) at the flying promos -> Penny a Pound Air Rides. A number of them took to the air. The local news ate it up. People came to the club in hopes of meeting one of the ‘flying bunnies’.
Lucky got bit by the flying bug. The flying service owner was more than happy to help Lucky get a Private Pilot’s License. After that it was no time at all before Lucky got her Commercial Pilot’s License (fly for hire) and Flight Instructor Certificate. Bye Bye Playboy Club.
And so began Lucky’s flying career.
And for a number of subsequent years people came specially to that Flying School to challenge Lucky – she could not POSSIBLY be a flight instructor worthy of the expense. Flying Bunny – HAH!
A footnote: over time the workers at the Club were infiltrated by union members. A day came when they ‘joined the union’. Would you be surprised if I told you – it was never the same. I don’t remember how long the Club lasted (attention elsewhere) but fer sure it lost its ‘special air’.
Thank you for the story! 🙂
I enjoy your posts too. Thank you
Fabulous!!!!! What a life, ms idaho.
And had you not been “let go”, where would your path have taken you? In the same direction? No one knows, but methinks it was a blessing but not recognized as such at the time by you. And all this with a wee lad to take care of.
As for your people skills, I’m of the opinion that they are the most valuable skills one could have and no doubt served you well (attention to detail) in your flying career. Just a guess, of course.
I’m so glad you put that story to paper so to speak. Thank you for letting us in to that part of your life. Wonderful🤗!
Betsy – I have had a number of chances at different paths – not taken. While at the Club I was offered the chance to be Head Bunny+trainer at a new club opening in Los Angeles. I thought I would be even more alone with my son than I was. I can’t tell you how many years later it was when I was reminded that I have a really neat cousin who lived with her family in LA. DUH.
Then there was the Border Patrol flying job not taken. And I think I have mentioned a flying / speaking job in Alaska not taken.
When hubby and I got together we had the same type experience – only now we could cry on each other’s shoulders when life sent lemons.
Like you, I have been haunted – how different would life be had I gone down any of those other paths. Then I get all fatalistic about it and figure I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. To make it a worse question – did I ever really have a choice? Or did it just ‘seem’ like I had a choice?
It has been a fabulous life. Not many people have done what I have done. And that is a fact.
A note about ‘people skills’. As an instructor working with students I was always Pilot In Command. When life reshuffled and my new ‘career’ had me selling nutritionals to doctors my tried and true ways of interacting with people got me knocked on my emotional but far more often than I want to admit.
I won’t tell you how long it took me to learn that, despite what I knew about the products I was selling, the doctors knew more. These were not the allopaths (drug pushers) but those who had good knowledge and experience in what is often termed ‘alternative medicine’.
What saved me is is that I joined forces with an MD. We were both stronger facing the world doing what we loved – helping people solve health problems. He helped solve mine – but that’s another adventure all by itself.
Wow, great story, so your a “Lucky Bunny) !
You make some very valid points, you kept the bub which I find commendable, you stuck to your guns always, and I can see now why your posts while thoughtfull alway have an approach of wisdom.
I know this as I have also been around a vast amount of different people.
I drove “working girls” at one stage when I had no money and found them all to be great people which I still hold respect for.
Yes I was the “muscle” none were harmed on my watch, of course I’m not putting you in that category, just explaining my understanding .
Such life experiences always set the mode for the next phase life throws at us, that to me is where wisdom can be claimed.
Sorry as an Aussie humourist I just gotta ask,
Where were you when I was younger 😜 !
Cheers much respect.
I was half a world away geographically – and worlds away emotionally. I was a ‘working girl, just in a different profession. I was younger than 20 and we were on our own. A little at risk, would you say? I named the story after Lucky because I am still awed by circumstances as they unfolded.
The bub (as you called him) and I fought the good fight. Sometimes I think it was harder for him than for me.
It wasn’t until the mid 1980s that I met and married my dearly beloved – so you had your chance until then 🙂
I wasn’t going to tell the Bunny part – but after reading your life adventures I thought you would understand. Thank you
I have the feeling that you already knew I would understand !
Being a woman with a son is a lot harder than being a man with a son, some would disagree, yet I can easily prove this as fact.
My mother was a “shocker” as far as mothers go, in retrospect I now see this as the reason I gravitated towards Granny.
Your son must be very proud to have you as his mother.
A bonus for hubby as well I think.
Cheers.
Didl you receive my long distance hug and kiss?
Yes, I wrote it to complement your story.
Not mentioned – a prelude to the prelude, so to speak – my brother and I lived with my mom’s mom, too. Mom was there, but working her life away to keep us safe. Gram and her hubby immigrated from Poland – must have been in the late 1800s. She did na speak so gooda da english. They would not let us kids learn Polish. Oh, I have a few words –
Like you, my earliest memories are of Gram. She was not much over 4 ft tall and nearly as wide. I have a pix of her holding my son’s hand when he was about 6 yrs old.
Doesn’t it leave you wondering how we survived it? We both know others who did not…
To many I’m afraid.
Wow. What an incredible story and an incredible life ms Idaho! Surely the stuff movies are made from. Are you sure your not testing a screenplay out on us? 😎
Anxiously waiting for the next chapter…there is another chapter isn’t there? 🤔
Cat
The funny part is that as things are happening they seem ‘normal’. Yes, I was Lucky – but there were other girls / women who had the same opportunity to fly as I did. They did not see it as something they wanted to do.
Yes, there is another chapter. Does it seem like a screenplay? It was real.
And I never viewed any of it as special. It was just what I was given to do – and I did the best I could.
I left birthday hint for pop under your forest post earlier .😊