Sunday, February 13, 2011

THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING

Meg couldn't believe her eyes !
There was a Christmas stocking
hanging from the mantel !
She hadn't had one of those since
she was a child .
Where did it come from ?
Who had put it there ?
If her husband were alive, he
might have done it, but he'd died
two years ago .
She'd been looking for her wedding
ring ever since the day of the funeral .
Somehow, it had gotten lost, and
she'd been heartbroken. It was so
very special to her...all she had left
of Jim.
She shook her head and dried her tears,
and thought, 'Well, whoever had left
that stocking, I might as well
accept it'. She took it to her bedroom,
and sat cross-legged on her bed,
like she did when she was a little girl
and started emptying it...methodically,
the same way she did back then, one
item at a time.
A pretty bottle of perfume was at
the top...Obsession, her favorite !
then a package of Seashell stationery
she'd always liked . Next, a pair of
pearl-encrusted combs for her
long, dark hair that Jim used to remark
about . How he loved her shining,
luxurious hair !
Meg laughed, when she reached in
and pulled out a box of animal crackers.
That was one of her favorite stocking
treats when she was a child . There were
the other treats she remembered
receiving in her Christmas stockings ;
the box of filled Christmas candy, the
mixed nuts, the apple and orange...
oh ! it felt so good ; brought back such
happy childhood memories !
Near the bottom, she found an elegant
golden pair of dancing slippers, and
a tiny golden purse to match !
She and Jim had always danced
so well together. She was nearing
the bottom of the stocking now, and
she reached in for the expected coin,
like Santa had always given her, but
there, in the bottom, in the very
tippity- tip of the toe, was her
wedding ring !! She turned it around,
and found the inscription, 'For Meg,
I'll always be with you'... Jim .





I wrote this on November 30, 1997

I know it's a bit predictable, but I
enjoyed writing it. There's a little
of myself in there, with the food items
in the stocking. Every christmas my
sibs and I had those items in our
stockings, and we had a nickel in the
toe...pretty good money for a kid
back then. And, yes, we took our
stockings to our rooms and sat
like Meg, in the story, eating some
of our goodies.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the
story, juvenile though it seems now.




D

BLESSINGS OF OLD AGE

To those who, like me, have reached
a ripe, old age :

May you have good physical health
May you always be able to move
May you always be able to taste your food
May all your senses remain intact

May your brain continue to function
May you always know who and what you are
May you always be able to reason
May you always think young

May you always be able to see your children
and all your loved ones
May you always enjoy children's laughter
May you always hear your loved ones' voices

May you always retain the capacity to laugh
and enjoy a good joke
May you continue to enjoy the melodious
songs of the birds

May you enjoy many more sunrises
and sunsets
May you always feel and be
surrounded by love
May you always be forever young



D



I wrote this about a year ago, March, 2010,
and I wish this for not only myself, but all
us, as we grow older.
Time is passing so quickly now, seems like
even the young ones are growing old
right before our eyes !

So, it behooves everyone to enjoy life,
squeeze every bit of happiness into
every second, push the negative stuff
aside as quickly as possible, because
before you know it, you'll be where
I'm at now, saying, 'What the heck
happened ? Where did everything go,
and how did I get so old, so fast ?

Enjoy your lives, keep those you love
close to you, and invent ways to
be happy, not bored. don't waste time,
it's a precious commodity.

And share your love, be overly
generous with hugs and kisses, and
shower praise on all your loved ones,
for even their littlest efforts.

Be loving, kind, and compassionate ;
the same qualities you want extended to you.
Thank you for taking the time to read
my 'ramblings'.
I love you all.


Saturday, February 12, 2011

THE JOY IN LIVING

Each day we awaken is another gift from God.
What we do with each day is up to us.

Do we want to improve ourselves and
our relations with others ?
Or, do we sit and dream of what
Could have been, Should have been,
What wasn't done
What others did or said, or
What they didn't do or say.

Do we smile and say, let's see,
What can I do today, to
make my life worthwhile ?

Do we wish someone
would have done this for us,
or that for us ?
Or do we Seize each day, and
make the most of it ?

Do things for ourselves...
go out and buy a new purse, or
some other little luxury,
Go get our hair done,
go visit a friend,
Call, or write or E-mail ;
Send a card to someone,
letting them know you're
thinking of them.

What can I do with this day
the Lord has given me ?

I will try to be happy, to
make others smile,
to be glad, that they, too,
have another day to use
to help themselves, their
Families, friends and neighbors.

Even little things can
make a difference...
Make new friends ;
find the Joy in life.

We have but to open our eyes,
hearts and minds
to find it.
Grab onto it, share, and
spread it around.

Joy is contagious !

Rejoice in the fact that
You are Alive !!!



D




I wrote this on May 12, 2008
Don't recall what prompted it, perhaps
some of the very things that are contained herein.
Maybe I'd been sitting around, feeling something
was missing in my life ; that others should
somehow have helped to give my life
meaning. Or, perhaps, I was just waking up to
the fact that I am the one who can do
something to give myself a feeling of
fulfillment, no one else.
It's up to me to find ways to make
myself happy.

Well, whatever it was,
I'm glad I wrote this. Hope, after
reading it, you, too, can find meaning
in it for your own life.

THE ARTIST

Sometimes, great art emerges from
the hearts of tortured souls .
It comes in many forms...singing,
dancing, painting, sculpting,
writing, composing, playing music...

The troubled soul reaches out,
hoping for relief, to be able to escape
his inner torment ;
expressing his pain and fears
through his art.

The comic laughs at much, makes
jokes about many things, often about
his own life, his own misery,
putting it out there
in the form of jokes,
laughing on the outside
but crying on the inside.

He often uses expletives, from
the frustration of not knowing
just how to put into words,
to purge himself of all the anger,
hurt, resentment, sadness.

He vomits out
his misunderstood feelings,
to try to free himself
from the prison in which
his own heart and mind
keep him incarcerated.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

WHY CAN'T I ?

Sometimes, when I hear or read great works
of beauty, love, or poignancy, I wonder,
Why can't I write like that ?

Why can't I write something so profound,
that those who read it might say,
'What depth ! What insight ! What wisdom !
What love and beauty this woman possesses !'

Why can't I write something so magnificent
with my usage of words, that it would evoke
passionate tears in the eyes of those who read it ?
That hearts would be filled with love,
understanding , compassion and gratitude
for their families, this country, and the rights
we all have, to worship (or not) as we please,
the privilege to vote for whomever we choose,
the right to love whomever we wish, to bring children
into this world (or not), and to teach them to
be good, kind and considerate of others, to
do well in school, and to become decent,
productive citizens.

Why can't I write of these things, of the joy
of a little baby taking his first steps,
uttering his first words, and watching him,
as he gazes in wonder at a tiny ant, struggling
to carry a heavy load, or a butterfly emerging
from its cocoon, or the look on his face, as
he touches, for the first time, the velvet
softness of a kitten ?

Why can't I convey my inner feelings
in what I write ; my innermost thoughts,
fears and aspirations...

Why can't I ?





This was written on Election Day,
November 2, 2004.
When I first started writing, years ago,
I thought it would be easy, and that
fame and fortune would come my way
some day. Well, I've since revised
my thinking, and realize that I'm not
a great writer, and, most likely will
never have the acclaim I thought
would come so easily .
So, I write for my own pleasure, and
that of my family. They seem to like
my meanderings, and give me lots of
pats on the back, and words of praise,
and now...for me, that's enough.

I have the love of some pretty
darned nice people...my kids,
grandkids and great-grandkids.
A few friends, also.
What more could I ask ?

I love you, my darlins' .

D

IS IT BEAUTY... OR UGLINESS ?

If one looks at an 'ugly' person, and turns away,
He might be missing a great opportunity
To make a real friend.

Some people just cannot think of an 'ugly' person
As a 'friend' .

They only befriend people who, in their eyes, are
Beautiful, and only the beautiful people
Deserve to have friends.

How sad, and how shallow, to turn down
What could be a wonderful friendship,
because of 'looks' .

Some of the handsomest people are just
Mean... nasty inside, where it really matters.

If only folks would look beyond
Outer beauty, and into the heart and soul
Of the 'not so pretty' people.

They might find the truest friend
They'll ever have.

Look at Quasimoto... hard to look at,
A hunchback, who lumbered
Rather than walked, yet he had
A loving, beautiful, pure heart.
And didn't he win the heart of lovely
Esmerelda ?

Why can't people see that 'Pretty'
On the outside, means nothing, unless
They're Beautiful on the inside,
Possessing a kind and loving heart ?

One who has compassion for
Those not blessed with a 'pretty' face.
That would make them truly 'Beautiful !





I've seen this happen over and over
again, and it's sad to think there are
people who really think like this, that
a person isn't 'worthy' of their time
and friendship, just because they aren't
'pretty'.
Well, it's their loss not to take the
opportunity to get to know someone
who may well have turned out to be
their best friend .

Something to think about.


D

Friday, January 14, 2011

A LETTER TO LINDA

It was many years ago when we met, you and I
You lived with your family on the Baldwin Park street
we moved to, we being Bris, the kids and I .

We were all so young then...Bris was 39, I was 34, our kids,
Linda, Dwight and Candy were 15, 13 1/2 and almost 11 .
You were just 18, a young wife and mother of a 10-month old,
Michael.

You kids all became friends very quickly, but I was too shy
to go and meet you all.
Later, when Mike had his first birthday party, our kids went and
told us about how you let Mike dive into that cake, and what a mess
he made. I thought that was awful ! Never had heard of
letting a baby make such a mess. Pretty uptight, me !

You kids would come to our house, only 2 houses away,
and make yourselves to home, while I sort-of hid in
the bedroom. I was always like that, dumb, I now know.
Anyway, you guys kept coming, day after day, and I
finally decided that I couldn't stay hidden in that bedroom
forever, so came out to be with everybody.

It was hard for me, at first, but after a while, you
were pretty much like our own .

Your Mom and I became best friends, and I so enjoyed
her company. She was very unlike me, but we got
along really well.
Imagine my shock when she told me that she
had the boys doing 'girl' chores, like dishes, laundry
and ironing, etc.

That floored me, b/c I had
always believed in the traditional roles
for boys and girls. Boys did things like
taking out the trash, mowing the lawn, helping Dad
with car repairs, and learning how to change
tires, etc. Girls did dishes, sewing, laundry, ironing, etc.
Your Mom opened my eyes, and taught me a few things !

Somewhere along the way, I learned that she and
your Dad had recently lost two children, 3-month old
Jerry, and Susie's 3-year old twin, Sandy.
There were seven of you then, and as we got to know
each of you, and your personalities, we liked you all
so much. You wormed your way into our hearts,
and it was that way with your Mom, Carol, too.
She treated our kids just like her own.

And, so it was, that we each had 10 kids.

Bris and I would take one or another of you camping
up to Mammoth, or to Goleta Beach, down by Santa Barbara,
and to other places, too.

You had two other babies by then, Billy, then
Pat, and we would go to Goleta, babies and all,
and Linda would help you with the babies, changing,
feeding, and playing with them.

I just pretty much sat on a blanket on the sand,
and watched everyone swimming, etc. There
were times when I'd dig up clams, pick up
pretty little stones and sea-shells, while you all
were either swimming, playing with babies, etc.
Some of the time I spent cooking over the little
BBQ pit, or making sandwiches, etc.
Then I'd wash what dishes there were.

Some of the kids would go for a swim, with
Bris supervising. He could swim...I couldn't, so
he was the logical one to watch over all of them.

It was so funny, to see little skinny April, with her
bathing suit hanging on her little body. Bris took
at least one picture of her, walking on the beach, with
a towel draped around her, after coming out of
the water. She was so thin back then.

That beach, Goleta, had other interesting
things to do. there was an airport where we
could watch planes take off and land, just
private planes, Piper cubs, etc.
This was mostly Bris's thing. the kids and
I weren't that thrilled with it.
There were also some cows grazing right next
to the beach.
University of California at Santa Barbara was
right there. we could see the college from there
on the beach.
Little did we know that years later, Candy and Reggie's
son, Micah, would be attending that very college !!

We also could walk to the town of Goleta to buy
groceries or takeout from the big Taco Bell right
there in the center of town, or anything else we needed.
Sometimes we'd go barefooted to shop in the town.

We loved that beach and the town, and we'd go
often.
It was so little used, that we felt like it was our
very own, private beach !

Went on that way for years, and then, after a
period of not going for a while, were we
surprised to see it had been discovered by
some other people, and after a short time, it
was overrun by folks, just like any other beach !

Never found another beach like that one.
So sad.
But we had Mammoth, and Seal Beach, and our
long, country drives to places like the town of
Arlington, right next to Riverside, I think it was.

Wherever we went, we had either you and
the babies, or some of your siblings...think
we nearly always had a Teague or two
with us.
Once we went to a town with a pier, and one
of the souvenir shops had two large shells
outside, on either side of the doorway.
Well, Candy and Susie each sat in one
of those shells, and Bris took a picture of them.
They looked so cute !
Wonder whatever happened to that snapshot ?

Maybe that year when Candy and Linda
decided to make you that special album
for your birthday, or maybe Mothers' Day,
and I gathered up all the pictures of your kids
that I could find for that album, the one of
Candy and Susie sitting in those shells might
have been one that I gave them for that.

After all, you had a lot to do with Susie's
upbringing, so it would have been the natural
thing to do.

You helped your Mama a lot in that
respect, being mother to your sibs
some of the time.

You followed in your Mom's footsteps, for a time,
doing nursing care for the elderly. You learned
a lot in that time, and was able to help all
of us whenever we had some health problem
or other. All we had to do was ask, and you
usually knew just the right thing to say or do
to help us.

It was so neat, how all you kids came
together, and we all pretty much
functioned as one family !

I used to think that Dwight and April would
end up together, Richard and Candy would
be a couple ( then, later, I thought Donald
and Candy ) would join up.
Linda was crazy for Vinny, and I thought
they might wind up together.
Well, none of those pairings took place, and
in the early 70's, you and Dwight got
together. That was a surprise, to me, anyway.
I thought April had her sights set on him !

After some years, you and Dwight went to Las Vegas
and got married and raised your kids together.

Both you and Dwight became ill later on,
and you guys had to struggle to find the strength
to raise three very active boys . Besides your health
issues, you were plagued by financial problems.
Life became very hard, but you both kept
plugging away, and got the boys raised despite
the hardships.

You guys bought a mobile home in Tehachapi
right by the mountains. You both loved it there
in that beautiful setting. Had a fire there, but
bounced back from that. Stayed a while longer,
then you moved to Oregon
and lived there for some time.
Some years later, you came back to
California, the Northern area, and settled
down in Stockton, where Bill and his
family had bought a home.

Bad health continued to plague both
of you, and you guys were in and out
of hospitals .

You, Linda, had a hernia procedure at the very
beginning of 1993. That became infected,
and you had another operation to correct
that. But, it didn't, and you had to endure
yet another operation. One after another,
making a total of either 5 or 6 surgeries
in all, for that one hernia.

Then, you developed another hernia, right
on top of the original one, which still
wasn't fixed !! You went for years, suffering
with the two hernias, until about 9 months ago,
when you had surgery for one of them.
You came out of that surgery with flying colors.

Whenever you and I spoke on the phone, you
had really changed. Your voice had a lilt to
it, and you seemed genuinely happy, for
the first time in years. I could almost see
and hear you singing, smiling broadly.
Your whole mood was one of peace and joy.

You laughed easily...you were on the road
to better health than you'd had in years !
You were like the old Linda, of the
twinkling brown eyes, the sparkling
personality, the friend we used to have,
in whom we could confide.

September came, and with it, devastation,
and hopelessness, as the hernia became infected
and one thing led to another, and sadly,
inexcusably, you were torn from the bosom
of your family, gone too soon, due to negligence
and human fallibility !!

We all have lost someone dear to us, someone
we will miss beyond mere physical presence, we
will miss your smiling face, your unfailing
optimism, no matter what would happen. I feel
this wonderful thing happened with you,
after you found God, and let Him into your life.
That is what gave you the courage to go
through the second hernia surgery, confident
that it would take care of the problem, once
and for all time.

That didn't happen, and we have lost a
great friend. Yes, you were a friend to all
of us...kids, husband, grandkids, siblings.
We miss you now and will miss you always .

You were a big part of our lives.
I love you, and everyone in our huge
family loves and misses you.
We have a large hole in our hearts, that can only
be filled when we re-unite on the other side.

Thank you for being a part of my life.


Your mother-in-law, and your friend.
Dot