NaBloPoMo Day 25 Through my daughter’s eyes!!

As I sit here and think about writing a blog for my Mom, the one she never had the chance to write, I wonder if I can really do it?? It is so scary!! I wonder if I will be able to do justice to her writings? It is going to be a bit of a shaky road at first and probably not to many posts. I need to find her notes and sort through her writings… I am going to need time to do all this so it will definitely start out very slow. I will need patience. I guess the first thing I need to do is to start a new blog just for her. Purple was always her favorite color and she loved white lace so the blog will be “Purple Elegance” and the tag line will be “through my daughters eyes” . Wow, sounds good, but the material is going to have to back it up! It’s like looking at this wonderful appetizing plate of food that is presented in a beautiful display and decorative fashion but unless the taste backs it up the presentation will mean nothing!!  That is the scary part!!  Hum… must think a little more!!!


NaBloPoMo Day 24 , Writing 101

If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now? Choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the back- story. How does this specific location affect you?

So I go back in time to the summer of 2007. My Mom and I are in Kennebunk Maine. We live in Florida but Mom is not doing well and while she is still able I want to bring her back to her favorite place (the oceans of Maine). Her soul sings on the beaches of Maine as she walks in memory of all her whispers with the ocean! We are in this beautiful Inn by the Sea. Her room faces the cliffs. She can see and hear the mighty waves of the ocean as it sprays the cliffs with foam. Her eyes sparkle with delight and child like excitement as she curls up in a big chair by the bay window and watches. I see a tear, not of sadness, but of delight as she shares the gifts of the sea. No words can even attempt to describe the touch of that moment. Her joy, her thankfulness, her spirit… all she asks is to come back to the sea. Her dream of a house, by the Maine cliffs of the captivating sea have come true, if even for only a weekend. The beauty is everywhere and I am filled with a gratitude and love for my Mom that I will never forget.

NaBloPoMo Day 23 Break-in!!

I just read a post by Swoosieque and it has brought back a memory to write about. This story is about a robber breaking in to our home when I was about 10 years old and home alone!!

I was only about 10 years old. Mom and I lived with my grandparents and Uncle in a 2 story cape home. My mom worked the 8am till 5p shift, my grandparents worked at the same shop and didn’t get home till about 3:30p and Uncle Stanley always took the bus downtown at a certain part of the day (he was retired). Me, well when school let out I would walk at least a mile to catch the bus that would drop me off about 3p at my home. I was a latch key kid :-).

So, on this particular day my grandparents would be home a little later then usual as it was their food shopping day on the way home from work. Mom was still at work and Uncle Stanley had taken the bus downtown for a haircut. School let out as usual, the day was nice and the walk was uneventful. The bus arrived with my favorite bus driver (they all new me and took really good care of me, mom new I was well supervised) plus of course I was a “good girl” :-).  I still remember the 2 different bus drivers faces, I think one was Ed but can’t remember the other, just what they looked like! Anyway, back to the story… I got off at my stop as usual, went up to the front door, unlocked and went inside. All was good. Put my school stuff away, settled into the living room chair and put the TV on. Then the drama began to unfold…

I’m going to back up for a second; I was told never to open the door for a stranger especially while you are home alone! I will also mention that, if you are in the house looking out the front window, to the left of our house was what they called a query. It was a vacant lot with a huge cliff, trees and led into a woodsy area (in other words very easy to disappear in..). To the right side was a neighbor with a super high fence and never talked to us. Across the street was a big park that went for miles. Our backyard went all the way back with some trees and small rolling hill and touch only the backyards of our neighbors. I’m trying to give you the picture of how easy it was to break in and not many, if any, would notice! Well, the 2nd house down on the right, this information will be important later, lived a family with a doberman Pincer and the man was Mr. Bridgeport winner, you know the weight lifter winner for our city! Okay back to the story!

So I’m sitting in the living room watching a show and the doorbell rings… Hum, now what?? I shut off the TV and peek around the corner from the living room into the kitchen where the door to the breezeway (the inclosed area between the house and the garage) is. This door is made of wood and a little more than halfway up were 3 very small windows that went up, one at a time and at an angle to each other. I hope I described that okay? As I was listening and staring at the door waiting for the bell again or for this person to leave I heard the inside to the garage door open?? Why was this person going into our garage? Now you can only imagine  what a 10 year old girl might be thinking? What was to happen next froze me to the wall frame I was leaning against. Beyond a 10 year old imagination I could not believe what was happening. This big hairy arm, holding a hammer in its hand, was raised up against the lowest small pane window. And yup, you guessed it… smack and bang and shattering glass!! Now I’m talking to myself in disbelief as I watch this hairy arm reaching through the broken window toward the doorknob!!! What do I do? which way do i go? Ah, the front door…no,no I’ll bet he has partner waiting outside the door (watched to many movies).. I chose to run upstairs (no one said a 10 year old was the smartest!!). I ran into my room where the phone was and called my Mother at work. Now I’m going to step back again for just a moment. You see, there were times when I was well called well kind of a joker :-).  Back to the call. The conversation went sort of like this: Mom (and I’m whispering) there is someone in the house. Mom: What?? Me: A guy rang the doorbell and when I didn’t answer went into the garage, got a hammer, broke the glass and opened the door!! Mom: Wow, that’s a good one. Stop fooling around, I’m busy at work. I’ll call you later. Me: I’m not kidding there really is someone in the house. Somehow she got the message that I was not kidding. Mom: hang the phone up and go hide in the closet.. To this day I still remember that closet.. My mother had so many shoes, and I mean a ton, all lined up perfectly… So where in the world does one safely stand among rows of perfectly lined shoes??? Standing and hiding afraid of the shoe domino effect, you know knock one and they all go boom!! I could hear him walking around downstairs as I stood not moving a muscle wondering how I was going to stay alive? The next thing I heard was this commotion and a voice saying “Dee, Dee where are you?” I came out of the closet ever so quietly and then my 10 year old brain said to me ,in a quite voice of course, “I don’t know how he found out my name turn around and go back into the closet” After about what seemed like hours the people I told you about earlier, you know the one with the Doberman and Mr Bridgeport, had ran over to our house. You see my wonderful, quick thinking Mom had saved my life by calling the neighbors first and then the police. They rushed over with their dog, the robber had seen them coming dove out my Uncle’s bedroom window as they came in through the breezeway door. I was saved!! The cops came, Mom came home, grandma and grandpa came home and of course Uncle Stanley came home on the same bus with the same driver to a house of people and police. A funny part of this story is my Uncle never really believed in banks. He had hidden his cash money all rolled up in his socks and the robber, in looking for things, had thrown the socks all over the floor LOL. The police took the hammer, which we never saw again, and a year later we got robbed again… but that is another story for another time. The only important part of that right now is that this time, see we think it was the same person, he went upstairs!!!

I am alive and very thankful for all the quick action that was taken!! I feel very blessed :-). Wow, what a memory that was!!

NaBloPoMo Day 22 eBook writing 101

Today I downloaded the “writing 101” eBook. The first assignment is to write for 20 min. It doesn’t matter what it is or if it rambles or whatever… just write for 20 min. and then go ahead and publish it. Hum.. Should be interesting what comes to mind if nothing is on your mind? Let’s see brain what do you want to type? Something funny, something serious, something true or something made up? What mood are you in today? Kind of a neutral mood… The weather outside is gray but inside okay :-). Talked to my daughter this morning and that is always great. She is a busy baby delivery RN at the local hospital and is Mom to my 2 grandchildren and wife to my son-in-law. I work a Monday through Friday 8 hour job so communication between us is not always easy! When we do catch up it is always a welcome and enjoying part of my day. I guess therefor I am in a pretty good mood. It’s the weekend and I have it off so getting a few chores done too. Thanksgiving is coming up and it will be at my daughters. She has Thanksgiving every year and all of their friends come. It is one awesome time. Everyone brings something. It is like an open house with kids, dogs, friends and food galore!! They live on top of the mountain and it is absolutely beautiful. Looking out from their deck you can see into the valley below and the mountains in the background. One year it snowed for Thanksgiving (2010) but I’ll save that for my Thanksgiving day story :-). This year we will bring some wine (my job) and one of the turkey’s, gravy and a sausage stuffing along with a chocolate dessert ( my  partners job, as I have to work all week and he is actually a chef by trade!!) Yum… I can smell it, I can taste it and just can’t wait for Thursday!! This chocolate dessert he got from a magazine and looks amazing! It’s a cake cut into rounds with whipped cream on top and something in the middle too (I think)? Guess I’ll have to wait to find out. I’ll let you know, if I remember that is, in another post after Thursday :-). Getting close to my 20 min. here so hope everyone is having fun and enjoying getting ready for some family and friend fun for this wonderful Thanksgiving Day coming up this next week!

Cheers to a wonderful weekend!!

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