A special ROSE has helped me to do a better job on showing you my family's slide-show.

A special ROSE has helped me to do a better job on showing you my family's slide-show.
Unfortunatly this blog doesn't show the viewing screen full-width. However, I've got a full screen version for you if you'll just click onto this Rose. The Rose will transport you to my blog called 'All Happy Talk'. This blog was created for those who have young children; who want ideas - who enjoy creating happy times with their children and family. If you'll click the Rose, you'll go through 'space'. When you get there, take 1 to 2 seconds to scroll to the bottom of that much shorter 'blog', and you'll see the beautiful pictures; and relax among the grassy lawn I've put there for you. After the first 4 songs on 'All Happy Talk', the rest of the 90 melodies are what I use to relax with; often to fall asleep to. I hope you enjoy your visit here, and there. Diane

I'm glad you came to visit! My children welcome you. Enjoy the music & the photo-show.

Friday, January 25, 2008

How do I love thee
"Happy Birthday, Mom"
83 years, and 83 more to go!

Dear Mom:

I'm not certain if you know the story of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Robert Browning (both poets). Elizabeth was unable to walk after a riding accident. She, and her husband (Robert) wrote beautiful poetry!

They both had such a love;
Elizabeth often wrote she couldn't imagine why Robert loved her since she was

Anyway, the love story is legend; and long.

Tonight, I was thinking: How
do I love my mother.........and my father:

As Elizabeth said in her
Poem: "Let me count the ways"

My mother who would sort her canned goods - wash them; line them up in the basement - noting the colors, so they were 'beautiful' when one came down to pick out a canned jar of:

Tomatoes (red)
Peaches (peach-colored)
Pears - pale white
Beans - (green)
Corn - a lovely yellow
The stored vegetables were some
type of artistic display as well as a collection of good foods for the winter.

How do I love the way my mother stuffed the toes of the shoes so she and I could BOTH wear them - we were so poor, but her feet were bigger........

How do I love the yellow dress my mother wore at her wedding, and years later,
made into an 8th grade graduation dress for me....
How do I love the way my
mother pulled 3 old coats together; stripped off the better parts to make 'trim'
for the worn parts, so I could stay warm.
How do I love the days and nights
My mother and dad would tie a chain to an old tree or
Lilac bush to
uproot it so we could cut it up for
wood to fuel the fire
to keep us

How do I love the way my parents would stack the baled straw against the house that was so drafty to shield us from the cold winter weather.
How do I love the old rags that were shoved against the doors and windows - keeping the drafts out.

How do I love the way dad made the popped corn for a treat
How do I love the
way mom froze Kool-aid in ice-cube trays (complete with tooth-picks) to give us
a treat that wasn't expensive (and our favorite flavor was Grape).

How do I love the old detergent boxes that were cut open; the 'plain side' made into Valentine hearts for our gifts - we each got
A pack of gum
A bar of chocolate
...pasted to the heart forms with home-made paste made with flour and water..........

Why do I admire the long nights of mother and dad stacking the wood gleaned from
the fence-rows...cut by dad; stacked and stored
by mom.....
The soil
tested by dad; vials of colors for us all to give our opinions as to the color
and how much

that should be spread on the new crops to increase the yield.

Why do I remember being the holder of the flash-light
So dad could see to
fix the car...
The single light-bulb that was placed under the hood of the
.....so it would start in the morning.
The flower garden flourished
because mom made it happen.................
The crops grew because dad
tilled and fertilized the soil.
We picked the edge-rows of the field for
From Mr. Nidy's plantings.

We scoured the dump for 'treasures'.
In the Spring, we gathered the wild violets to re--plant around the well pit and house.
We stacked the pumpkins around the power-pole so it would look pretty for Halloween.

We learned how to take a Willow twig; sprout it in water,
And stake it to
make a sturdy tree.
We divided the strawberry plants to make new babies;
We saved seeds from the harvest
To make a bigger one the next year......
We watched dad turn a salvaged furnace into a
Working fire-house
That kept us warm.

We saw my father make a 'water-heater' from bits of steel and ingenuity.
My mother has never gone to a hair-dresser; my dad never played golf.
My mother doesn't know what an LBO is....
My father wouldn't have cared.

My mother washes her car by herself; my dad polished the ones he adored.
My mother will shop at Good-will; she'll give it as well.
My dad would save old inner-tubes; a myriad of 'things' he'd make from these rubber scraps. My dad
would laugh at Red Skelton while my mother would be so tired, and fall asleep.........
My mother tried to learn more words; thanks to READERS'
DIGEST...my father would gather financial information from US NEWS & WORLD
My parents played softball; bowled, and enjoyed a 35 cent movie.
My mother sang; my father played trumpet - both could dance beautifully.

My dad painted all of the toy furniture he made for us the same green he painted his tractor....
My mother wrote the letters from Santa Claus
My dad made tiny blocks with his wood lathe - then he built a fort from those tiny blocks - glued them all together, and made us
Cry when we couldn't' build anything else
From the blocks he made for "US".
But, not to 'fear'....
Mother soaked all the blocks so the glue would 'yield', and we had
Blocks to build with again....

And these blocks
That we built with
Didn't build the House that Jack Built, but what lived in the house
That my parent's built
Were young kids; pretty poor - pretty scared,
Yet pretty inspired
By the parents who lived in the house;
Who made do with what they had
Who showed us the way
Without "showing us the way'...
Because they took life in stride, and never said
"Shit Happens" - they just said:
"Life happens"...so
We learned to deal with it
As mom and dad did
For so very many years.
Thank you mom - poor turned out to be the best child-hood we could have had.
With love to my mom and dad

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