Simple Life of a Little Boy

Caleb visited the 'farm' and had a great time.  You can see he really got into 'driving' the big red tractor. I'm pretty excited about him coming to see us soon.  He will love his grampa's red tractor.

Look at that fellow go.  It wouldn't be right to call him a toddler anymore. What a  big stride he has.

Well I suppose if you've been awake today, you've probably heard that the Obama birth certificate is a fake.  It is just too obvious to those of us  who use Photoshop.  What were they thinking?  Of course it could just be buying them time or covering for something even worse they are about to do.  If we keep our attention on this, they'll submerge us even further.

Who knows the mind of the devil?  All I've been told is he is evil and devious. He lies and tempts us with what we shouldn't have.   May God shine His light over the earth so that we can see what we should see.

Blossoms of Spring

What more can I say than just BEAUTIFUL? Beauty personified, the loveliness of God's creation.

Ashley, our  eight year old flower admires the  blossoms of spring.   

Now to stretch it a bit from flowers to a more specific bloom... "He never promised a rose garden. There has to be a little rain sometimes." This has been a cloudy, rainy year as in the weather and even more so the fall out of a government gone bad.  But God promised to be with us through it all, both good and bad. I just pray that he sees fit to help us emerge from the constraints that have been dropped on us and become a free nation once again.  Free to create, work and share our talents. Pray people, pray.

Defy Gravity

Greg captured Aussie's jump Saturday April 2. Cool picture! As a grandmother, I'm just wondering how close he was to that wall. I'm not over protective or anything, just, oh well.  He didn't get hurt.

I'm not suggesting that any of you should go out and find a wall and try to defy gravity (or jump off it)  but we do need to defy complacency.  If you are still not concerned about the state of our nation, I'm concerned for you.  The reality is, we are on our way out unless we pull in the reins on our government and take  back some of the powers they have usurped over the years. We must cut taxes and allow for private enterprise to make their way back.  We need to make it profitable for companies to make ends meet without seeking out workers in other countries who will work cheaper.  We must not expect more than a job is worth.  We have  over valued  our skills and work ethic.  It's time to go back to working hard without expecting the moon.

Gas hit another high here today...$4.15.  Drill Baby Drill

It's All About the Cross

I really like the tradition at the church the triplet's family attends. Each Easter the people take individual flowers to decorate their cross. It is beautiful and makes a lovely backdrop for pictures.  And the kids  enjoy being a part of  the celebration.

It is all about the cross. Easter Sunday is the celebration of Christ's rising from the dead.   He died a cruel death, but he arose to give us  promise of eternal life.  It is a wonderful comfort to know that no matter how bad things may get here on earth, eternity will be paradise with Jesus our Lord and Savior with God in Heaven.   Just thinking  about this promise makes me want to break into song. And How Great Thou Art comes to mind. 

Carrie Underwood sang that very song on CBS Friday night. If you missed her there or if you just want to listen  over and over again as I do, click on this link: Carrie Underwood Sings Oh Lord My God

Caleb's First Easter

I've had a little trouble tonight, so I've cautiously published the picture first. Last time, after I had written a little, safari failed and left me with no blog.  PSE had already frozen on me tonight, saying it was out of memory.  I could understand if I were on my laptop, but not on this big newer Apple. I don't want to wake Ron to check it for me, so I ran with my unfinished PSD.  Tomorrow night, if we get everything working right again, I will yank this layout and post the finished product.  In the meantime, Caleb's face will brighten the blog. (This morning Ron was able to fix everything just by cleaning my Mac. So the layout you see is the finished product.)

Beth made his  Easter outfit, including the bike cap.  He looked so cute and naturally he loved the Easter basket with goodies. It is obvious he likes to eat. 

He managed to learn how to put the plastic eggs back together, but couldn't take them apart.  Hmmm. I don't quite get that. But as much as anything, he really enjoyed shredding the tissue paper that was in his basket...as you can see.  He fell asleep while tearing.  It was a busy day for a little boy.  Church and an Easter basket all in one day.  It was a HOPPY day.

An Easter Baptism

We are joyous that our grandson, Aussie, has given his life  to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  He was baptized on Easter, April 24, 2011 by his dad.

"We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life." Romans 6:4

It is interesting to note that his father was also baptized on Easter in 1983.

Exciting Weekend

My layout  tonight is one of a bragging grandmother, so if you can't stand that, just look at the picture and skip the journaling.

Leah provided our joy yesterday. She graduated from Flagler College in three years.

Tomorrow night I will brag on another grandchild. And the night after that, it will be yet another one of our sweethearts. We have plenty to talk about these days.

Easter 1949

Taken from my last book... Easter 1949.

I missed a lot as a child by not having brothers or sisters. My dad's large family (including all six of his brothers) lived far away in Texas and we rarely saw them. My mother had older foster parents after her mother died in childbirth when she was about three days old.  She met her blood relatives as an adult. Two of her 4 sisters lived in Akron and two lived in West Virginia as did her two brothers,  half sister and father. We saw those who lived near quite a bit, but on holidays it was just the three of us and our dogs.

I know only children are supposed to be spoiled and if it had been entirely up to mom, I probably would have been.  But my dad's main child rearing objective was to not have that happen.  He was tough on me. I don't mean rough, since I was readily obedient most of the time.  Just one look from him let me know in no uncertain terms that I had better behave.  He taught me many lessons and I appreciate it now.

One thing about being an only child...there is no guessing who did what.  If something went wrong, I was always the one to blame.

Dad had lots of wise sayings that would pop out at the right times, such as:  A stitch in time saves nine,  play comes after work is done,  it doesn't pay to be penny wise and pound foolish,  early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise, and don't cry over spilt milk.

Many times he would ask me if I just talked to hear my head rattle.

And he expected good grades. He didn't really say it or put pressure on me, I JUST KNEW.

These pictures were taken of us Easter Sunday, 1949.  Cookie is the brindle dog in the pen and I'm holding Blondie ( her offspring)  in another picture.

I hope your Easter is a great day of remembrance because Jesus the Christ gave his life for your sins and mine, so that we could live forever.  I also hope you are able to share the day and hope with family.

Easter is More Than Eggs and Bunnies

“On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of Jesus.  While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them.  In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here; he has risen!” (Luke 24:1-6).

View an Easter Masterpiece:  http://downloads.cbn.com/cbnplayer/cbnPlayer.swf?s=/vod/MW131v2_WS


God has blessed you and me with a reason to celebrate. A reason above all others...the gift of His son who came into this world to show us the way to live a meaningful life that will bless  others as well as ourselves.

It is the gift of HOPE...a REAL HOPE...of life everlasting in perfect surroundings where God will be the light and there will be NO darkness.  Praise God.   Enjoy your Easter.

Bike Cap

Caleb belongs to a biking family and now he has his very first bike cap. It was lovingly hand made in a joint effort by his dad and his mom, who has taken sewing lessons for the purpose of making some really cool things.  How cute it is, very western as well with the bright designed flannels.

African Viloets

My dad was so good with African Violets. I just don't have that luck. I know it is because I don't have the right window. Although his faced the east , it had just the right light because there was a hill behind our house. He advised having light from a north facing window. The best I can do it to set this one under a skylight in the kitchen. It doesn't bloom profusely, but it does bloom during the brighter months here.  One can tell it is spring when it dresses itself  with these deep blue violet colors again.

I've seen a bright lady flower in the Republican party.  So much so that I'd like to see her on their  ticket in '12 for vice president. Her name is Michele Bachmann.  I have another person in mind for president. He is Allen West., Lieutenant Colonel, retired from the U.S. Army.  His parents instilled in him a very basic principle, love of God and Country.

Check here  to see more about him and his qualifications.  http://www.allenwestforcongress.com/about

Paul Ryan needs to be in the mix somewhere.  He's brilliant.

Thunder Storm

A big storm is rumbling in, so I may not get to publish more tonight.

Minor Snag

 In this layout is a  picture taken downtown Akron in the 40's.  My mom and I always visited the dime store, Woolworth's, when we went to town.  I'm there in the artificial flower department with my camera. I haven't found any pictures I took when I was young. I don't know if they were that bad or if I can't tell them from the others.  But I did carry that camera around quite a bit. I kept it a long time.

Well I have a book ready to be published.  But I hit a snag and it might cost me $50. So I'm not really happy about that.

   

Balloons

When I was a child, my 'Aunt' Viola Mollohan (Actually I think she was my mom's cousin.) lived not far away and worked in a rubber factory and made balloons. She would save up seconds and bring them to me. They were very colorful and there were several different shapes.  I really liked to get them...but I didn't learn until I was much older that one could make animals, etc. by tying and twisting them together.  My friends would always come share them with me. So they were a treat for the whole neighborhood.

They bring back warm memories.  But now they just remind me of Progressive politicians...you know, FULL OF HOT AIR.

Fading Memories

Another page from my childhood book.  I'm hoping to complete the book through 1949 tomorrow or Monday and publish it at www.mypublisher.com.

In this layout I'm wearing the same dress that I wore in yesterday's blog. To read the journaling on the page just click to enlarge it.

It is sad that I can't remember more details about my youth; but I think all those memories got crowded out by the minutiae of daily living over all these years. One thing I still remember clearly is the steep climb up that hill behind our house that led to my school and Main Street where our bus stop was.

Check out the cars in the bottom picture. I suppose since those cars are now antiques, so am I.  I might as well admit it anyway. The many lines on my face shout it to the world daily.

We were always taught that age brought wisdom. Of course now, the tide has changed.  Respect for the older generation with all their life experiences has dwindled...in some circles to zero. It is sad when those who really don't know what it is all about stand on the rooftops and in Washington and shout over us, as if we are quite stupid. If they  could only see how ignorant they appear.

Psalms 23

Examining these pictures as I have been for the first time (I had always  just glanced at them as I thumbed through boxes of pictures ) I see details that I've never really noticed before. For example, the dead tree in the background. I have always thought this was my birthday picture in 1948.  However my birthday is in June and that tree is not in June! From other pictures I've found, I believe the tree is not dead and this picture had to be taken some time other than June.  But because of a lack of any other picture I would think was my birthday, I'm not redoing this layout. I was definitely 5.

God knows what day this photo was taken and it isn't necessary that I do, so I have calmed myself. It isn't a big deal.  God has promised if I love Him above all, He will take care of the details.

Thinking about that, Psalms 23 came to me with more meaning than I have ever felt  it before.  My public school teacher, Mrs. Clark, had us memorize it in 3rd grade.  I suppose because God gives us what we need, when we need it, the verses means much more to me right now because I've been quite concerned about what will happen to us if or when conditions get really bad for us law abiding citizens.  There really isn't any really good human plan to protect oneself and those we love.

Read and absorb this scripture from the King James Version of the Bible (That is the way I  first learned it.)  Psalm 23:  The Lord is my shepherd. I SHALL  NOT WANT.  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I WILL FEAR NO EVIL: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest me head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely GOODNESS and MERCY will follow me All The Days OF MY LIFE: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

1948 Vacation

Back in 1948, it was a big deal for us to go on a family vacation, even if it were to see relatives in West Virginia.  I don't really know whose house this was, but evidently we visited someone who lived there.  We took a big Greyhound bus. It was quite an adventure for me.

I've thoroughly enjoyed working with these pictures from my childhood and reminiscing. We were poor, but I didn't know it.  We had all we really needed.  No car, or indoor plumbing, but we did have a roof over our heads and heat.  My mother sewed, so we had clothing.And we had a camera.  Not a fancy one, but it did take pictures which help me now to resurrect memories.

 Often details are gone and sometimes I don't remember the where, when, or why of a picture.  It's even difficult to figure out in what year some were taken and often I have to do that, because many of them were not dated.   And to complicate matters, in 1955 my mother evidently had discretionary money and printed up pictures from the past that she hadn't been able to have done professionally before. So, many of the pictures of me at 5 through 10 have the date OCT 1953 on them.

Why is it now, mothers think they have to go to work and leave their kids with others, when their husbands have jobs?  You know the answer as well as I  do.  They want the children to have THINGS.  Well, let me tell you, children profit from having their parents around to love and teach them much more than they do from having things.  Having so much just teaches them to want more and more. A person can NEVER be satisfied with material things.

If you are out of work right now, and many are thanks to the policies in Washington, I am so sorry. I have close friends who are suffering major setbacks at this time. But if you have a roof over your head and heat, clothing and food at the present time, sit down and thank God. Don't worry about tomorrow.

Matthew 6:34 

³⁴ Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Sunday Lunch

After church Sunday mornings lots of people go to lunch.  Not so many still fix 'dinner' at home anymore.

Several of us couples like to go to nearby restaurants for a simple lunch.  We were tiring of the same three places every week.  They were good, but we needed a change. Then we accidentally found that we could get a 'private' room at Olive Garden.  We hadn't been going there because we thought it would always be full and we would have to stand in line. And we knew of only two big tables there. But it so happens that we get out before many of the other churches, so we can just walk in ahead of the Baptists and Methodists ...and so far have always been able to get that special room all to ourselves. It is a good big table where we can all see each other and talk, talk, talk.  

As I've written on the layout, most of us get the soup and salad.  It comes with freshly baked bread sticks.  The salad is wonderful and we have a choice of soups.  I always get the Pasta Fagioli.  Phyllis, however, has a hefty appetite and a God given gift of great metabolism.  She always orders big scrumptious looking dinners. One day I want to be like Phyllis and eat all I want.    

Pretending

Lauren is pretending to be her cousin Leah.  She went to visit Leah in Florida on spring break and they both thought it would be funny if she dressed in one of Leah's outfits, since they are so different and dress in completely opposite ways.  The actress in Leah leads her to dress for the pizazz...like the star she is. But Lauren in conservative.  While Lauren can pose  well, and looks cute, I don't think we'll be seeing her wearing anything like that again.

Speaking of pretending.  Have you noticed our president has gotten the clue and now knows which way the people are moving, and he has decided to get reelected, he must appear to be reducing the debt.  Yes, right....the same one who just ran up trillions by overspending in every direction.   Oh, and the $38 billion they cut the debt  a few days ago... mere pennies when compared to the debt that has been incurred since 2008.  As a nation, we are now accruing  $38 billion in debt every 2 and 1/2 days!  So, since we saved that much, we have gone in the hole 38 billion more  and then some.

 Do you realize that a trillion is a million millions?  It is a thousand billions.  So if we spend 2 trillion dollars (which we don't have), that would be 2,000 billions. That makes saving 38 seem pretty insignificant.

If you learn by seeing, take a look at this 'picture' of a trillion dollars:
http://www.pagetutor.com/trillion/index.html. 

Eagle Cam

There are several cameras nationwide watching eagles nests. I was watching one, in Virginia I believe, earlier this year and found it disconcerting when only one egg hatched. Then the mother left that one small baby alone for what I thought was way too long, I was very uncomfortable about it. When I checked back and the nest was empty, I quit watching.  I really don't want to know what happened.

So when a friend recently sent me a link to this site in Illinois, I hesitated before I looked at it. With a little prodding, I began checking it once in a while.  Now I'm hooked. I am addicted to Eagle Cam. For long periods of time, I can sit here and watch the eagles in their nest, high in a tree.  Because I was watching once when the camera swiveled and showed the surrounding countryside, I know it is across the river from a beautiful horse farm. A paved road runs along one side that brings people eager for a glimpse of the regal birds.

The mother takes very good care of the little fluffy eaglets. Sometimes the father soars in and takes over for a  short time while the mother flies off to find a large fish or other treat to shock the nest with food.  Before, the father would leave when she returned.  But yesterday, they were both there ...one big happy family, for quite a while.

The babies are growing so quickly and are even showing some sibling rivalry.  God's creation... LIVE...24/7.

If you would like to look for yourself, Her is the link: http://www.ustream.tv/channel-popup/decorah-eagles

A LIttle Boy

Caleb is enjoying having his mother home with him.  But he misses her when she goes out for a sewing class or other outing.  HIs dad took a picture of him standing by the door waiting for her to return.

This layout shows two of his very favorite activities, eating and playing. He is eating well and growing, growing, growing.  He needs lots of energy for play. Wish I could be there to see him running around the playground.

Sounds like someone wants a bigger playground, but I'm not sure why.

Did you know that our government now owns 3 out of every 10 acres in the country? Tis true. Now can anyone tell me why right now, when we are so far in debt and are spending our grandchildren's money, our president wants Congress to double spending to $900 million next year to buy property for the federal government?   It makes about as much sense as most of what is going on at the White House these days.

The Road to Independence

I remember when my little ones started feeling a little independent. "Do it myself", they would say. It's cute to hear them.  It is also a good sign.  They are starting on the road to being their own person.  Of course there are times when we have to stifle a self sufficiency thought.  But overall, it's great!

Some day our Caleb will be an adult.  His parent's aim is to instill in him the tools to be a good Christian citizen, loved and loving, dependable and not dependent.   He's on his way.  What a cutie he is!

Wake Up Green Thumb!

I took this picture today at what we use as the main entrance. It is an absolute mess after this past winter of snow, snow, snow.  The tulips are coming up quite well even though I have done nothing to pave their way. Everything is green and growing quickly, including the many, many weeds that have already shown their will to make my flower gardens their own.


I really need to spend a few days weeding, etc. But there are so many things on my agenda this month.  Tomorrow, I may devote a few hours, anyway,  since it is supposed to get up to 70 degrees here.


It makes sense to start early on these duties, but I just have not been able to do it.


It doesn't make sense that the Democrats who are always wanting Republicans to compromise, won't give at all on the budget to keep the government going...and  paying  our troops , especially those who are fighting for our country right now; unless it's all because Harry Reid wants Planned Parenthood to be around and available in case his grandaughter ever needs an abortion!  


Even if they were to pass this budget, however, the cut  is not nearly enough to help our situation.  We need to slash trillions of dollars.  Billions sound like a lot, but not when one considers how many trillions we've increased our spending in the last year and 1/2.

On the Fence

Here are the grand triplets sitting on the fence...a rail fence in Gatlinburg, TN.  Love this picture, but...

Please, if you are 'on the fence', wake up and read all you can until you can understand what is happening to the U.S.

Donald Trump has come to life.  He sent a private investigator to Hawaii to find out about Obama's birth. Now, I guess I'll be called a "Birther". But I can take it. And so can Mr. Trump.  I would rather have someone else run as a Republican for President in '12, but I believe whoever does needs to be on the offensive like Trump. We need to put truth on the table.

Check out what Trump has found:  http://www.newsmax.com/TheWire/Trump-Beat-Obama-StraightUp/2011/04/07/id/392082

Trying Something New

Hate to admit it, but I started this layout just to try a new technique I saw in the Scrapgirls newsletter this morning. I liked the idea of punching out to show dimension, but I really wanted to do something different with it.  I had already started a page with just this picture of Ashley, so I took it from there.  I love the results...of course, I love Ashley much more than that. I'm hoping she enjoys seeing this layout online.

The paper and elements I used are part of the Scrapgirls' collection Be With You by Brandy Murry.

I need to take some extra time off to pray tonight...lots of dear friends with hurts and needs. I'm praying God will help me know how I can help in each case.

Fresh Air

I love these pictures of the triplets made on their little vacation in Gatlinburg, TN recently.  It's wonderful to see them out in the fresh air enjoying themselves together.

Fresh air is so pleasant in the outdoors and as we go about life.  For example, this email we got this morning from our friend, Jim Chilton, brought us a breath of fresh air in a different sense. It is a blessing to hear from an intelligent someone who is tuned in to the spirit and speaks God's word clearly.   it is truly refreshing.

I'm publishing it  as we received it this morning. I hope it is a blessing to you.  If it does, you may contact him and subscribe to his letters at thejameschilton@gmail.com.

Doubt Defeated (5^th April 2011)

        Sir William Ramsey was a professor at Oxford University in the late 1800s.  He was a professor of classical Greek and Greek archaeology.  He was not a believer; he was a skeptic, an atheist.  A lot of the students were witnessing to him, telling him about Jesus Christ.  Dwight L. Moody came to England during this time period and many were brought to Christ.  Professor Ramsey got so sick and tired of these naïve students trying to witness to him that he took a year’s sabbatical to go to Turkey and Greece to excavate for himself.  He took the Book of Acts with him and followed Paul’s journeys to prove that it didn’t happen the way it was recorded.  The opposite happened.  He was so impressed with the accuracy of the text, that he gave his life to Christ!  He came back and became one of the staunchest defenders of the Christian faith in the intellectual world in the late 1800s and early 1900s. 

        Peter said it this way:  “No part of Scripture ever came about by the writers’ own imagination.  But these men spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit.”  God was involved in the process.

        The Word of God is under attack again today.  I’m not worried because Jesus spoke a promise (Matthew 24:35).  His Word will survive!

        Voltaire, a French writer and atheist (1694 – 1778) predicted the Bible would be dead in 100 years.  100 years later, not only is the Word well and alive, the very house he lived in is being used as a Bible publishing house!  God is smiling. 

        Robert Ingersoll, American agnostic boasted, “I’ll have the Bible in the morgue in 15 years.”  Exactly 15 years later, he was in the morgue.  Man’s word cannot defeat God’s Word.

        We can count on His Word!  Trust the Word of God and the God of the Word.

Strange Weather

I have family scattered all over the country, so on Wunderground I have my Favorite locations listed so that I can check all of their weather at a glance. Right now, it is 44 in Akron, OH, 45 in Antioch, TN, 43 in Fort Collins, CO and get this, 72 in Oxford, PA!  That's warmer than the 67 in Long Beach, CA and nearly as warm as Sarasota, FL at 75.9.  Burnsville, NC is 59.4.  I understand that a tornado went through Antioch. Our grand triplets were in their safe place and wearing helmets for quite a while. I'm so glad to live in OH!

The snow we are supposed to get will undoubtedly melt as it hits the ground, but it is still going to fall.

I'm dragging out a  picture from my childhood album when my mom took me out in the snow without a coat  to get a picture. I don't look cold, but I can't imagine me doing that now, unless it was 'spring' like it is here now and it wasn't so very cold.  The sun would have felt good, but by the look of the sky, the sun was hiding.  Oh the things I lived through for my mom's need for pictures. Evidently it didn't bother me.
However, It never entered my mind  to  take similar photos of my kids.

I enjoy noticing the strange twists in the weather from day to day and place to place.  But I never worry about it.  There are natural cycles in those weather patterns that have always been.  I remember in the 70's when we were told that we were all going to freeze to death.  After some pretty warm years, we are going back to cold.  All is part of God's wonderful plan. He knows, better than we, what this planet needs to sustain itself.  So I don't worry about it.

And for those who say God doesn't exist, I offer a quote from the Bible, Psalm 14:1  '...The fool says in  his heart, 'There is no God.'  They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; there is no one who does good."

New York City

Our granddaughter Leah loves the city, New York City.  She lives for the day she will return for acting school when she gets her Bachelor's degree.   It won't be long now.  She has worked really hard and will finish in less than the usual 4 years.  

Here she is enjoying the sun with a friend in what she called her back yard.  

Since it is not an easy life to live, I wish her well. 

 Leah, I'll be praying for you.  Love you.

On the Beach

On a day like today in Ohio, one could flitter  away her day wishing she were on the beach. As you can see, I did some of that over the last 24 hours.  I had to drag out these pictures and make a layout of "Robin's' pier.

Even Nashville would be good. I hear the tulips are up and everything is sunny.  Oh well, I'll just have to wait for Spring this year; for I don't have the time to get away.  Will not tie myself up like this with so many obligations at this time of year again.  So far, I've missed at least two trips out of state.

It has been fun though reconnecting with old high school friends...long forgotten friends.

I'm trying to keep conversations pleasant, but I'm wondering how they feel about the state of the nation.  After all they had the same teachers I did back then.  And our government teacher (the very best teacher ever in this country, I'm sure) taught us well.  We know communism when we see it  and  dictator wantabes when they circumvent  the law.

Please pray for strength of our congressmen and women.  They must hold their ground and insist on budget cuts that will actually make a difference. Otherwise, all hope is lost.

Swingin' in 1946

I was a swingin' girl in '46. At three swings grabbed my attention. My dad and others at the time would simply cut a board the right length. I'm sure that was relative. Then they would bore a hole in each end, stick a rope through each hole, tie  knots under the seat and then tie the other ends of the rope on a tree branch that grew pretty much  parallel to the ground, but not necessarily.   It was cheap and it worked just fine.

I almost threw out this inferior photo, but I love the expression on my face.

I'm sure there is something deep I should discuss tonight, but my mind in shallow.  It has been a long, hard day and  I'm ready to doze off.  Should probably crawl under the covers and nestle down nice and warm...with my bed socks on before, I fall asleep.

As Jimmy Durante used to say, "GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are!"