Wednesday, August 14, 2013

One Love for 80

Andrew Runsanity Rose's photo.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Wednesday at 2 PM For 80



Sending this orange balloon up for Aidan, Abigail, Robbie, Carrie Jane and Mark - our angels! Thank you to 80 and his mother for teaching us so much about our own children who have gone to Heaven. Thank you for showing me that I am still a Mom.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Orange Balloons For 80 (Aidan Peterson)

Jackson and an orange balloon by alicegop
Jackson and an orange balloon, a photo by alicegop on Flickr.
On Wednesday, August 14th, orange balloons will be released in McKinney, Texas for a little angel named Aidan (80). 

I suspect they will be also sent up from several other locations. Here's one from the Yonge-Street-Texan. 

Goodbye, sweet Angel. Hope you find our other Angels there. 

Blessings to his family and all those who followed One Love For 80.

Friday, August 9, 2013


Above is Buddy the Lhasa with Billy from Lucky Puppy who comes to our house to groom Buddy. How special is that. Naw . . . we do not spoil Buddy!

Please go to Fido and Fifi to wish Buddy a Happy 10th Birthday and read about how he came to us! 



Monday, July 29, 2013

Never Forgotten

Baby feet by Daniel Hurst Photography
Baby feet, a photo by Daniel Hurst Photography on Flickr.
Anyone who has mourned a child can tell you that it is a special feeling. It is something you cannot explain to someone who has not experienced it. 

Keith and I have been following a Facebook Page called One Love For 80. 

His mother is from the next town over and at least one of our friends knows her. 

I am not going into Aiden's history, because you can see that for yourself if you want. (Aiden's nickname is "80".)

What I want to tell you is this: We never stop learning. 

Aiden's Mother made a beautiful comment the other day about how if 80 does go to Heaven, she will still be his Mom. 

That really struck me! 

I had two children, many years ago: they would be in their 40s now. Over the years, I have struggled to try to know children but I never really felt comfortable with them. 

I was a Mother, but my children died: Robbie at 3-1/2 weeks and Carrie Jane at 6-1/2 months. 

So, when I realized what 80's Mother said, I started to process these old losses to realize that I AM A MOTHER. 

Because I believe and especially because I have read books on people who were clinically dead and came back to relate their experiences in Heaven . . . now I believe that I will see my children again. 

And . . . I am starting to realize that I am Robbie and Carrie Jane's mother. 

What we have once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us. -Helen Keller

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Forgiveness - A Gift To Ourselves

The Bible has many references to forgiveness, but did you ever really think about how a forgiving mentality can get you through life much easier?

As I get older, I have come to realize that every time I can forgive someone, it makes me feel calmer, quieter and more relaxed. 

From a practical standpoint, it is useless to blame problems we have on the way others have treated us in the past. 

There is no school where parents are trained. They make mistakes; they have high expectations of their children. They sometimes say mean things without thinking. Years later, it only hurts us to replay these comments over and over in our minds. If we still blame our parents, we are still causing ourselves pain. 

We marry for love and divorce because things were not as we expected them to be or perhaps because someone "better" or different entered our or our partner's life. If we play over and over in our minds the things that went wrong, it diminishes our lives today. We need to remember the good things and get on with our lives today.

Someone is having a bad day and they take it out on us. It is like they are transferring how they are feeling to us. 

Each time we are able to forgive someone, it just makes us feel that much better. Yes, I know we do not always "forgive and forget" but if we move on from the hurt that person caused us, we can achieve great happiness.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Rita MacNeil - Another Canadian Icon

Rita MacNeil by bv.
Rita MacNeil, a photo by bv. on Flickr.
It was not a story we would see on our Texas cable. No, I found out a few days later on Facebook, actually, that Rita MacNeil had died.

Had a call from my sister-in-law in Sydney (Nova Scotia) and we talked about Rita's demise.

She was a Canadian through and through. She came from a town on the Cabot Trail on Cape Breton called Big Pond.

She was not glamorous at all, but oh, how she could sing!

Rita was born with a cleft palate and had several surgeries for that. She was a single mother and her life was not an easy one. 

She went to the "Big City" - Toronto - and cleaned houses there. 

All the time, she was writing songs about her home - the beauty of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia - and about the Coal Miners from there. 

We visited her Tea Room in Big Pond a few years ago and I still have my replica in my curio cabinet. 

She tried to joke about herself and when I saw her about 25 years ago at the then O'Keefe Centre in Toronto, she wore a large hat and kicked off her shoes and made fun of her large size.

I have talked before about my brother-in-law singing with Men of the Deeps, a Group of retired coal miners who sing many songs Rita wrote. Sometimes, Men of the Deeps toured with Rita. 

I have given you some links to YouTube videos of Rita and if you go there yourself, you will find many more and also interviews. By the way, my brother-in-law, Sen is the one toward the right with his thumbs in his belt. 

Sometimes I have trouble describing some of the Canadian things I am still very passionate about and Rita is surely one!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GtMIMwnW_g

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toknq7zj0TE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUnRhsbObPE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31_Bjif2KZs

Friday, April 26, 2013

George Jones - He Stopped Today *


George Jones , a photo by Graybill Images
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I was surprised at Bliss Hair Salon today to learn that young people (well, about thirty) did not know the country singer, George Jones, who died today at the age of 81. 


I found some nice video coverage of The Kennedy Center Awards in 2008 with Brad Paisley, Randy Travis, George Strait and Garth Brooks singing some of George's songs as well of him singing his most famous song himself. George Jones is sitting with his wife and President George W. Bush. (on You Tube)

George Jones had a home not far from where we live in Texas and was pretty much the epitome of the typical country singer. I just assumed everybody knew him, or knew of him.

http://youtu.be/1R2F9f2Cl6Y




Monday, March 25, 2013

Hi Grandma!

Ammon by Mark Griffith
Ammon, a photo by Mark Griffith on Flickr.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Indigineous Canadian Talent - Stompin' Tom, Rita and Men of the Deeps, for Starters

The passing of Stompin' Tom Connors recently just reminded me of the truly great indigenous talent of so many Canadians. 

When I came to Texas in 1996, I realized how prominent Canadians really were in entertainment. But I want to tell you about  some truly great Canadians you may not know.

Rita MacNeil lived on Cape Breton Island. After she divorced, she went to Toronto where she cleaned offices. All her life, Rita wrote songs about her beloved Island and its people. Here is her version of Working Man which she wrote about the coal miners  of Cape Breton. My brother-in-law, Sen White, is a member of Men of the Deeps, a chorus of retired coal miners. You can listen to them performing with Rita on this song she wrote:




Stompin' Tom Connors came by his name honestly when owners of clubs where he sang started having to put extra boards where he would be singing because his heavy foot stomping wrecked their floors. Stompin' Tom was not so different from Rita in that he wrote about places and activities he knew.

The video I have chosen was taken at the Horseshoe Tavern which is on Queen Street in downtown Toronto.

The song I chose is "Sudbury Saturday Night".  Sudbury is about 230 miles north of Toronto and there is a nickel mine there so it is a typical working class city. This was perfect for Stompin' Tom who loved to write about the working man. Oh, yes, you heard it right, "The girls are playing bingo and the men are getting stinko . . ."






While large in land area, Canada has a population of only 34,000,000 people. Ninety percent of the population lives within 100 miles of the border with United States. In places like the Maritimes (Nova Scotia, Newfoundland and New Brunswick), Northern Ontario and many of the places you see when you look on a Canadian map that are a little more isolated than places near the U.S. border, people are very good at entertaining themselves and their friends. 

Enjoy what was originally to entertain their friends at home parties . . . 


Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Smiling From Greer To Greer!

smile! by seanbjack
smile!, a photo by seanbjack on Flickr.
When I was a child back in Toronto, I inherited my Father's crooked teeth and my Mother soft teeth . . . soft, crooked teeth. I had to have lots of fillings.

My dentist was Dr. Greer on Eglinton Avenue by the Theater and you had to climb a l-o-n-g flight of stairs to get up to his office.

Dr. Greer's main eccentricity was having me memorize bible verses . . . which actually may not have been a bad thing.

Dr. Greer's two elder daughters baby sat me and one of them became a dentist who practiced up in Muskoka (cottage country).

One of the younger children, about my age also became a dentist: Dr. Bill Greer.

When I came to Texas, I found a wonderful and kind dentist, named Dr. Ralph Rose who by then had more than his work cut out for him. About 25 years ago, a fall had caused me to lose several front teeth and Dr. Rose was able to make something permanent for me that has worked very well.

At Christmas this year, I started to have some terrible pain and when he came back from his Colorado vacation, Dr. Rose came into his office to assess just what had gone wrong.

Long story short, tooth roots go up into the sinus area.

Further long story short, Dr. Rose sent me to a dentist who specializes in fixing this.

His name . . . Dr. Bill Greer! No relation: from East Texas, but still what a coincidence.

Dr. Greer has a staff who have been with him a long time and I found myself very comfortable.

So, I was there today for what we hope will be my final surgery and it is still swollen.

But you know - for 1,600 miles from Toronto, I thought that was a pretty good coincidence!

Monday, February 25, 2013

Facebook Page For Aiden (80) - Have You LIKED it?

Rainbow by Earl Reinink
Rainbow, a photo by Earl Reinink on Flickr.

A few weeks ago, a college student who sings with me in our church choir asked me to add a 6-year-old boy named Aiden (nick-named "80") to the Prayer Journal that Hubby and I keep. This Saturday, she went to be tested to be a Bone Marrow Donor for this same boy at a gathering near us. There will be more chances to be tested to donate.  Aiden's Mother is a friend of another of my friends from church, worked with her and lived in the next town.
There is a very nice Facebook Page for Aiden. ONE LOVE FOR 80

Today, 80 is asking his Mother how many people are following his page. 

TODAY, I POSTED THIS ON MY SITE. PLEASE READ THIS WHETHER YOU ARE ON FACEBOOK OR NOT. (BET YOU ARE!)
HELLO TO MY FB FRIENDS FROM CANADA, UNITED STATES, LATIN AMERICA - DOG FRIENDS, ALL FRIENDS!

Since I have FB Friends in many different places, please take time to read about this little boy here in Texas (whose mother is from the next town). 80 is asking how many friends he has on his page and myself, I have been wondering why it has not grown more. 80 will not only steal your heart with his wisdom well beyond his years . . . you will definitely fall in love with him.

ONE LOVE FOR 80 is a Facebook Page for a boy named Aiden (nicknamed 80) who is six years old and in need of a Bone Marrow donor. I hope I have this correct. We have him in our prayer journal and have been praying for him every day.
Let's see how MUCH love we can summon up for this child. . . and May God Bless You!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Why Is Death So Sad?

Nativity Angel by traqair57
Nativity Angel, a photo by traqair57 on Flickr.
In the past year we have lost my stepson and my husband's dear friend.

These are fresh and we are still hurting.

Seems like I have "lived" with death ever since I was a little girl and my Aunt Josie and then Uncle Lorne died. My Mother was especially sad and children take quite a lot from the adults around them.

Death is not a happy time; that is a given. But how many times is someone so very sick that you really cannot wish them to keep on living in this state of illness.

I am pretty ordinary - I am probably a lot like you and all your friends. But you know, today I was talking to my sister-in-law - a great gal who I dearly love and she was talking about someone dying.

Out of the blue (as we humans say), I said,

"You know, if we really are Christians - like we say we are - why does death make us so sad?"

(I had two children who died - you already know this - but even though they seemed to never have even had a chance, I cannot wish them to be alive because they were both very unwell children.)

My husband's friend was sick for a month and we visited him and saw for ourselves how truly sick he was. I cannot wish that man be alive and be so sick. So we think about the good times and we try to help his family to adapt to life without him.

When someone is suffering and perhaps cannot recognize everyone; when he cannot enjoy chatting to friends; when he (or she) cannot go to church; eat dinner with friends; chat with loved ones; hold their spouse in their arms . . . should we really wish they would continue in this world?

So, perhaps if we are honest with ourselves, the real difficulty is that now we must live - go on, as it were - without that person. 

At the bottom, I have placed some verses we all have heard many times. I hope it helps us to understand what we (as Christians) have always known.

We who are left behind must adapt to different lives - lives without the loved one who has gone. But we should not be afraid - either for our loved ones or for ourselves. We have learned since we were children, that Our Heavenly Father has prepared a place for us that will be like none other.

May God bless you and may God bless all who have lost loved ones and help us to continue here on earth until our time has come. While we are here, we can help others to adapt to their loses.

But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” - Matthew 19:14.

“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also." - John 14:1 - 3.

But now he is dead. Why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.” 2 Samuel 12:23

So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.  2 Corinthians 5:6-8 

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Cemeteries . . . Memorials . . . Death



This week it was 42 years since my daughter, Carrie Jane, went to be with Jesus. Her final resting place is at the head of the grave of my father who died on my 22nd birthday. I miss being able to drive through this very special cemetery where I used to go to church with my grandmother. St. Phillips is a beautiful old Anglican (Church of England - Protestant) Church in Weston, Ontario in West Toronto. The graveyard is remarkable because there are so many interesting tombstones and the front, where my family's tombstone faces is on a busy street.

When my father was so very sick, he told my mother he wanted to be buried at St.Phillips - not "Wind Blown Acres". This was a reference to a beautiful cemetery at Alliston, Ontario where my mother's family was buried. When she was very young, her family used to take a picnic lunch to eat there after church on Sunday. It wasn't far from where she was raised on a farm in Innisfil (Barrie), Ontario, Canada. But her parents died within 6 weeks of each other when she was 14 and she moved to Toronto where she lived with her brother and sister-in-law. 

Mother was the youngest. Her father was married to Carrie and they had three children: two boys and a girl who died at about age 8. His wife, Carrie died in the dentist chair. (I have to assume that this accounts for my inborn fear of dental work. Hearing about that so many times would do that!) He then married her sister, Abigail and they together had two boys and a girl, my mother. Yes, that makes me the youngest of the youngest.

This past week, my husband's good friend also died. We had been to see Bill several times while he was in hospital and he was so very sick . . . 

There are some differences in visitations and funerals here in Texas. Some of it might be the time/generation and some of it would be Texan as compared to Canadian. (I know, I know, but you see the commercial all the time that Texas is a "Whole Other Country".)

We used to have more visitation time and less funerals were held in churches in Toronto. 

I want to tell you that the blog I posted over a year ago on The Funeral That Was a Gift still gets the most readers to this site. That funeral (or more precisely memorial) was the most joyous. That man knew he was dying and he gave all of us who attended the wonderful gift of his music.

Probably because I have had so many people die - or maybe because I am getting old - hard to say, but I am always interested in just how a funeral comes together. 

The biggest visitation I have probably seen was the one for my father-in-law, J.D. (Dee) Sutton who died - in his recliner, devotion bible in his hand - at age 94, less than a year into my marriage to Keith. Pretty much everyone in Robinson, Illinois came that night and we shook hands with so many people with so many fond memories of the man everyone in that town knew. 

The saddest funeral was for my Carrie Jane. It was a tiny white casket like the one described for the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary. It was February cold and only the very best of friends and relatives were there. I still think about that being one of the grimmest days in their lives as well as mine. (Carrie Jane was seven and a half months. She had been born microcephalic which means her brain stopped growing very early in the pregnancy. She was my second microcephalic child. The doctor telling me that no family has two children afflicted this way did not take away the pain.)

I once saw comedian and all-round humanitarian, Bill Cosby at the then O'Keefe Theater in Toronto. He did his irreverent stand-up of how he would have a recording in his casket, saying, "Don't I look nice?" Bill Cosby may be responsible - more than he knows - for cremations and closed caskets. 

In Toronto, we had Jewish neighbours and my Father had many Jewish friends from business. You may know that Jewish people bury before the next sundown. I suspect that is why they never came up to the casket, so the family had to go down to greet them and thank them for their condolences.

Funerals tend to teach you about people. We learn that most people are very glad that others would come to support them, give them a hug and say how sorry they are. We know that some people stay away - probably because of their fears about their own mortality. We learn that in our worst hour, some very fine people "step up to the plate" to help in whatever way they can.

Some bake cookies and cakes; some bring whole meals; some help with a eulogy, bearing the casket. Some people just show up. They don't have to be asked. Some come to give a hug and just exit the side door. 

Each of us probably has our own interpretation of what happens after we die. There are two books - one about a middle-aged man and one of a child - who were clinically dead and came back to tell what they had seen. Since they were both Christians, they saw the face of Jesus. Better than that . . . they are able to relay that to other Christians. 

The topic here is how we celebrate the life of a person and how do we comfort those left behind? Everybody does it differently and that is a beauty of this world where we live . . . for now.


   For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 

John 3:16  New International Version (NIV)


[People who read me on a regular basis might be interested to know that my first published article was in a Dog Magazine about a man who was killed on the way to a dog show in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. And the same person who encouraged me to submit that gave the Eulogy at my late husband's funeral. Some people are in your life for a reason.]

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Another Child At Church . . .

http://youtu.be/5wRsW9Bw8P0


This morning at Church a sweet baby girl named Lexi (Alexis) was baptized. Her Grandmother just happens to sit next to me in the second soprano section of the Adult Choir. 

I knew she was going to sing a solo today, but when I saw her folder, I had to ask about it. You see, it was an old folder with yellowed pages. 

She told me her grandfather was the first one to sing it after Robert McGimsey composed it. 

It seems that Robert McGimsey was walking home from a midnight church service in New York City in 1932. He heard raucous noise coming from various bars as he made his way back to his small apartment. He was inspired to write this hymn or, because it is appropriate to Christmas, carol. 

My friend's granddaughter was so sweet in her beautiful white gown and she did not even make a sound when our minister took her and walked down and back up the church aisle. 

Her brother, who I think is a little more than three was on his best behavior too as his grandfather flashed away to capture such a precious moment. 

From where I sit up in the choir loft, I couldn't see "Lexi's" parents very well but I know it was a proud moment for them. 

(My friend has been attending our church since she was a little girl and knows all the people and all the tasks there are in a church. Best of all, this year, she cooked several turkeys to go out to shut-ins tomorrow morning.)

Again today, the focus of Christmas was on little children and what a blessing they are to us all, especially at Christmas. 

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Silent Night; Holy Night . . .

"Whatcha Doing?" by d_wooden
"Whatcha Doing?", a photo by d_wooden on Flickr.
Last year about this time, I posted a blog, about this same subject of looking out into the Church Congregation and seeing children singing along with the carols. In light of how close it is to Christmas and also the terrible tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, it is time to talk about little children again. 

Same carol as last year, about the same spot in church. Up in the Choir Loft, I can see these little children singing along. They all know Silent Night. They put their young elbows up on the pew - just like this girl has hers - and they sing right along. They all know the words to Silent Night. 

For 20 children, it was a very silent night and they met the man they have all learned about in Sunday School. If you believe, and so many of us do, all these children met Jesus last Friday. 

Suffer the little children to come unto me. . . 

Jesus loves the little children . . . 

One family went into see their little girl in her white casket and they took many colors of Sharpie pens with them. They drew colorful objects on that casket . . . butterflies and balloons and things their little girl liked.

Another family ordered many birds fashioned as brooches for people to wear at the funeral for their child who loved birds. 

I remember only too well the tiny white casket and I still think how awful it was not just for her father and me when Carrie Jane died, but for all our friends who came to be with us at her funeral. 

There is nothing so somber, so sad, so unfair, so bad . . . as losing a child. 

I lost a boy, Robbie at three and a half weeks and a girl, Carrie Jane, at six months. Both were born micro-cephalic which means their brains stopped developing at about three months into the pregnancy.

I recall the minister saying, "We do not know if she suffered." 

"Suffer" has two meanings at least. Last week's children probably did not feel pain because it likely was very quick. But perhaps they felt fear and panic.

The other suffer we know is when Jesus said one of the first things a child learns in Sunday School:

"Suffer the little children to come unto me." That takes the meaning of "allow" or "let". 

Little children are innocent and sweet. There is no pain like the death of a child. 

I still feel that pain today; it has never gone away. I feel the pain of all those parents in that community. 

God be with all the parents, grandparents, siblings and all the people who try to comfort each other. 

Lord, thank you for letting me, a humble soprano, look out each year to see beautiful children singing along with our so special Christmas carols. And, Lord, please take care of not just my children but all the children taken so young. 

Lord, please be with all the parents - all those left behind. 

And Lord . . . I know after all those years that there is no answer to the question, "Why?"

Monday, November 26, 2012

Hello Again From East Texas . . .

A soldier and his dog by bandstalker
A soldier and his dog, a photo by bandstalker on Flickr.
For about four years now, we have been sending a letter each month to update our Troops who are serving our country. A letter goes into each box that is sent. The boxes contain various items that Troops can really use including toiletries, playing cards, cookies, canned goods and other requested items.

This week, we were told there are only 15 boxes going next month.

So, for four years, I have started each letter with,

"Hello Again From East Texas" and have signed it with "Blessings from The Suttons".

What did I write about? Well, I tried to look ahead because the letter would be received in about 3 to 4 weeks from when I took it to the Legion where they packed the boxes. I told them a little about what was happening back home and how everyone was missing them. Because I am keen on dogs, I envisioned that many of these people had left in addition to family, a dog behind.

So, I put comic strips across the top and bottom. Always, there was a Mutts strip and often Red and Rover. Sometimes there was a picture of our dog, Buddy.

So, even though there are just a few men and women still deployed from our area, I did that letter today and we took it to where they assemble the boxes.

Once, they were advised that some British soldiers were with our Troops and we were asked to find some English items. They told me because we Canadians should know approximately what an Englishman might like. I cannot remember exactly what we found - Peak Freen cookies, and Coleman dried mustard - I recall those.

At Christmas and New Years, we inserted the words to songs they would all remember . . . Blue Christmas (Elvis) and some others they would all know.

I am writing this blog today because even though I am glad our Troops are almost all home, I am a little sad.

I think we are generally sad when a routine comes to an end.

Many times, a note has been forwarded to us where a soldier has mentioned "The Suttons" letter. Sometimes, we have been invited to go over for a visit when a Soldier was on leave. Their families were with them and it was not unusual to see a father in the hall crying.

So, this is just about over, writing these Troop Letters each month. It is super everybody will be home, and we hope they adjust well to being back here. But it is a little sad to be finished that project.

God Bless Our Troops and God Bless America!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

I Voted. Have you? Did You Remember It's A Secret Ballot?

I Voted.  Have you? by Rocks In Her Head
I Voted. Have you?, a photo by Rocks In Her Head on Flickr.
Well, Election Day is just about here. Yes, I have voted. I voted last week. If you have not yet voted, make sure you know where you have to go and check the sample ballot in your newspaper. Then get out and vote!

I think it is supposed to be a secret ballot but you would never know it from all the comments - particularly on Facebook. 

I am a dual citizen - Canadian and American. I worked hard to get that status and am proud of it. 

Facebook: what can we say about Facebook that we do not already know? People make all manner of comments and many of them can be hurtful. 

I like Facebook because it lets me keep in touch with people in the Dog Fancy, my Canadian friends and the few relatives I still have. I can see pictures of my favorite children just about every day and see how they are growing and changing. I can get news feed and weather very current. 

I can repost lost dogs and help them get back home. I can help shelter dogs find wonderful new homes. I have one friend who drove 40 miles to pick-up a dog called Gypsy and give her a great new home.  I have met Gypsy and she is my friend too . . . of course, I did take her a box of Milkbone biscuits. 

I have seen a lot of posts . . . some of them factual, some just plain rotten . . . about this election. 

So, that is Freedom of Speech . . . or is it inconsiderate, rude, ugly?

Please do vote. That is your RIGHT! It is also your right to vote for whomever you please. Yes, please do vote!

. . . and please vote for whomever you wish. 

And . . . remember, if you invite me over to see your new dog, I will probably bring a box of treats for him or her. 

Yes. Yes. The dog part of this blog is not related to the Election. Think about it. Your dog just plain loves you. He may even love me. Dogs do not vote. That might be a shame because they would be a little kinder about it . . .

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Let Me Hear It One More Time

DSCN0928 by lrslocum
DSCN0928, a photo by lrslocum on Flickr.

Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, All are precious in His sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world. 

Many of us learned this hymn when we were little children so it is familiar to most of us. Last week and today, we sang this hymn in church and I want to tell you the response. I get to see the entire congregation since I am in the Choir and sit up in the Loft facing them. Everyone joined in in this wonderful and familiar hymn. I think most of them thought about how long they had known this hymn! One couple were arm in arm and swaying to and fro as they sang it. 

With so many new things and so much change, how good does it feel to have something stay the same? I have never intended this to be a religious blog but Christianity is an integral part of my life. Some of you may not be of the Christian faith, but I bet you like a certain sameness in your life. 

When I go to my hometown, Toronto, I like to drive past the house I lived in when I was growing up and my school. Toronto is a very large city and not too much stays the same so I am always happy to see something that is very much like it was when I was a child. There is a certain feeling of security and comfort when we something or hear something we have known most of our lives.

Technology seemingly re-invents itself every few months. We just learn one way of doing something online or how to work a cell phone or computerized tablet, when a "new improved" one is invented. 

Hubby and I often think of old songs or someone who may have been famous many years ago and we enjoy reminiscing. I think all older people probably feel that way. We like the new technology that helps us do things more efficiently, but we also like the old memories that make us feel very warm inside.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

One Down . . . One To Go: Surrounded by Kindness!


My right eye surgery took longer to heal than expected. I was in the supermarket and my eye doctor was there. He asked how I was doing and then went to his car for a prescription pad to write me two prescriptions to help me along. When I saw him this week, he said I am ready to have the other eye's cataract removed. We made the appointment which will be in about 10 days. How special was that for him to stop in the middle of shopping to prescribe some medicine for me?

Last Sunday, I could not see well enough to sing in the Choir. After church, several people came up to us and hugged us and asked how my eye was doing. That was special.

My neighbor's two little girls came with some wild flowers which we put in a vase. They lasted all week and were yet another reminder of people's kindness. 

Now, of course, I cannot yet see as well as I will when I have new lenses in my glasses, but at least I feel I am on my way to seeing a whole lot better. 

I will still have astigmatism but that is not a problem. We first caught that when I was taking piano lessons back when I was about six or seven. Mother heard the teacher yelling and came to see what was wrong. What was wrong was that I could not see the notes!

So, even though I cannot see really well yet, it is encouraging that so many people are with me all the way through just another of life's ordeals. Blessings to all!