Tuesday was my Daddy's birthday. He would have been 96 years old.
All my life I had been told that he was born on his mother's birthday which was August 2nd. I always remember celebrating this special day with both my dad and my Grandma. She would come to our home and my mother would fix a special meal and we would always have ice cream and cake, we would sing Happy Birthday to both of them and then they would open presents and cards.
But when my dad past away in 2000 and I was helping my mother with the arrangements, we found his birth certificate and it said he was actually born on August 1, 1915.
Now this was such a surprise to me, to say the least. I asked my mom about this, just what does this mean??? I always thought Daddy was born on Nannie's birthday. She said that was what she too believed...
Strange things happen over the years.. I suppose because Daddy had been born the day before my Grandmothers birthday, she always felt that he was an early birthday gift to her, and so they always celebrated the two birthday's together and as the years went by, it just came to be, that his birth date was the same as hers.
When I found other documents and looked at them, my father's birthday was always listed as August 2, 1915, the only one that is different is his birth certificate.
Well, maybe that's not really true either... What about their marriage certificate or even my birth certificate. You see my mother was 4 years older than my dad and that was always a sore spot in their relationship and so they sort of fudge on the years. Mama became 2 years younger and Daddy became 2 years older. But now, that's for another story.
Anyway, when it was time to select the tombstone for his grave and to decide on the engravings, I asked mama what date we were going to put on it for daddy's birth? Her answer was August 2, 1915, that was his birth date, it had always been that way, so that's what we did.....
Now for family history and genealogy, I guess that another problem, but who cares? To me and our family, daddy was born on his mothers birthday, and that's the day we celebrate and remember our daddy...
Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you very much and I miss you so...
I Love You....
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Happy Birthday Marta
Today is July 25, my oldest daughter's birthday and her name is Marta Lee.
She was born on a Sunday afternoon in a Naval Hospital on Whidbey Island, Washington, and she cost a whopping $8.75... a bargain I must admit.... she weighed 8lbs 5oz and was 21" long. When the doctor had her weighed and measured his comment was "shes sure a bean pole."
She had blue eyes and light blond hair and was beautiful....
It was the year 1954 and her Daddy was in the Navy, station at the air base there in Oak Harbor, Washington.... It was during the Korean war...
We lived in Navy housing which was a one bedroom apartment. Our row of apartments (5 apartments in the row) were called "Victory Homes" and we lived in the middle one.
I had a small infant crib that had been given to my mother by her sister when I was born, that we brought back to Washington with us, when we returned from our Thanksgiving visit. Kirk had been busy sanding and repainting this crib for our first baby... So Marta's first bed was the same bed that I, her mother had slept in as a baby too.
In those days you never knew what sex your baby was going to be, before they were born... Was it a boy or a girl? You could guess and guess, but only time would tell.
But you see, I knew with in my heart it would be a sweet little girl and her name would be Marta....
I had a Grandma (my Nannie) who I loved very much and years before when I was around 14, she had asked me if I would do her a favor... As I loved this Nannie so much, I would do anything for her, so I said "of coarse Nannie, I'll do you a favor, anything" and then she asked me, that when I married and had my first daughter, would I named her Marta, after her Mother. So, of coarse I promised her I would and so, Marta was Marta long before she came to be. Then to my surprise and my Nannie's joy, when Marta was born, she was born on the death date of this Great, Great Grandmother.
Marta was wanted and prayed for and the months before her birth were filled with much planning and preparation. Kirk had bought me a used sewing machine and I was busy sewing and making all the things I would need for this special gift from heaven.
I made about 4 dozen flannel diapers, nightgowns and her little flannel day jackets. I was busy with my handwork and embroidered sweet little flowers and designs on the front of each one and then crochet edges around them. I also made about 6 flannel receiving blankets and on these I too crochet edges around them, each in different colors. I crochet baby booties and even made some baby bibs to match. I finished with making a white flannel baby quilt and embroidered "the 3 little kitten who lost their mittens" on the front.
I was so excited about this new baby that every time I finished a new item, I would press it just right, fold it just right and before I put it in the special drawer, I would take everything out and look at it all again. My sweetheart would tell me, I would have everything all worn out by just looking and touching them before our baby would even have a chance to wear them. It didn't mater, it just made me feel good to look and see and dream.....
Our little apartment was furnished but I needed a rocking chair, after all, every baby needs to be rocked and so like a good daddy, Kirk went looking for a rocking chair and found a used one that was just my size... How happy I was.. Everything was set, we were ready, but Marta wasn't. It took her two extra weeks before she decided to make her appearance.
What excited we felt and what joy it was to be parents to this sweet and beautiful baby girl. We thank our Heavenly Father each night for this special gift and prayed that we would be good parents and raise her in a pleasing manner to our Heavenly Father.
As I sat in my rocking chair each day rocking my precious baby daughter, I would sing to her, and this is what I would sing..
Marta Lee, is your name and your not very old,
just a "week and a day" (this would change each day) but we all love you so---
Marta Lee, is your name and your not very old,
just a week and a day, but we all love you so.....
Yes today is my Marta's birthday... Happy Birthday Marta, and I will sing to you, your song,
"Marta Lee is your name and we all love you so."
Sweet dreams sweetheart, I love you...
She was born on a Sunday afternoon in a Naval Hospital on Whidbey Island, Washington, and she cost a whopping $8.75... a bargain I must admit.... she weighed 8lbs 5oz and was 21" long. When the doctor had her weighed and measured his comment was "shes sure a bean pole."
She had blue eyes and light blond hair and was beautiful....
It was the year 1954 and her Daddy was in the Navy, station at the air base there in Oak Harbor, Washington.... It was during the Korean war...
We lived in Navy housing which was a one bedroom apartment. Our row of apartments (5 apartments in the row) were called "Victory Homes" and we lived in the middle one.
I had a small infant crib that had been given to my mother by her sister when I was born, that we brought back to Washington with us, when we returned from our Thanksgiving visit. Kirk had been busy sanding and repainting this crib for our first baby... So Marta's first bed was the same bed that I, her mother had slept in as a baby too.
In those days you never knew what sex your baby was going to be, before they were born... Was it a boy or a girl? You could guess and guess, but only time would tell.
But you see, I knew with in my heart it would be a sweet little girl and her name would be Marta....
I had a Grandma (my Nannie) who I loved very much and years before when I was around 14, she had asked me if I would do her a favor... As I loved this Nannie so much, I would do anything for her, so I said "of coarse Nannie, I'll do you a favor, anything" and then she asked me, that when I married and had my first daughter, would I named her Marta, after her Mother. So, of coarse I promised her I would and so, Marta was Marta long before she came to be. Then to my surprise and my Nannie's joy, when Marta was born, she was born on the death date of this Great, Great Grandmother.
Marta was wanted and prayed for and the months before her birth were filled with much planning and preparation. Kirk had bought me a used sewing machine and I was busy sewing and making all the things I would need for this special gift from heaven.
I made about 4 dozen flannel diapers, nightgowns and her little flannel day jackets. I was busy with my handwork and embroidered sweet little flowers and designs on the front of each one and then crochet edges around them. I also made about 6 flannel receiving blankets and on these I too crochet edges around them, each in different colors. I crochet baby booties and even made some baby bibs to match. I finished with making a white flannel baby quilt and embroidered "the 3 little kitten who lost their mittens" on the front.
I was so excited about this new baby that every time I finished a new item, I would press it just right, fold it just right and before I put it in the special drawer, I would take everything out and look at it all again. My sweetheart would tell me, I would have everything all worn out by just looking and touching them before our baby would even have a chance to wear them. It didn't mater, it just made me feel good to look and see and dream.....
Our little apartment was furnished but I needed a rocking chair, after all, every baby needs to be rocked and so like a good daddy, Kirk went looking for a rocking chair and found a used one that was just my size... How happy I was.. Everything was set, we were ready, but Marta wasn't. It took her two extra weeks before she decided to make her appearance.
What excited we felt and what joy it was to be parents to this sweet and beautiful baby girl. We thank our Heavenly Father each night for this special gift and prayed that we would be good parents and raise her in a pleasing manner to our Heavenly Father.
As I sat in my rocking chair each day rocking my precious baby daughter, I would sing to her, and this is what I would sing..
Marta Lee, is your name and your not very old,
just a "week and a day" (this would change each day) but we all love you so---
Marta Lee, is your name and your not very old,
just a week and a day, but we all love you so.....
Yes today is my Marta's birthday... Happy Birthday Marta, and I will sing to you, your song,
"Marta Lee is your name and we all love you so."
Sweet dreams sweetheart, I love you...
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Katelyn's Birthday
It was just 14 years ago today that my youngest grandchild was born, a beautiful baby girl. She became grandchild number 15 and granddaughter number 7.
Such a sweet little bundle of joy, she was much wanted, much planned for and much loved....
I remember going to the hospital with the excitement of seeing my new little granddaughter. She was beautiful, had such a sweet angelic little face, a little button nose, sweet little lips, dark hair (like her grandma's) and blue eyes (like her grandma's). She was picture perfect and they named her Katelyn Elizabeth.
When it was time for her mama and her to come home from the hospital, this grandma was there to stay for the week and help with her care.
Such joy I had with holding her and rocking her, giving her, her bath and dressing her and even changing her diapers. Telling her how precious she was and how much she was loved, especially by this Grandma... During this time she also received lots of kisses too...
I have watched her grow these years and now she's full of all the teenage fun and excitement there is, not to mention that now, she is as tall as this grandma, but I expect that maybe next week, that will change and she will pass me up in height.
She goes with her Daddy every year to the High Sierras for our family reunion. I remember when she was about 8 years old. She brought tons of clothes with her and it was our privilege to be treated to a fashion show... She would go into her tent, change her clothes and then come out and model. This went on for sometime. She modeled swim suits, play clothes, dance costumes and nightwear. She would peek out of the tent and want to know if we were ready and when we said yes, she would come out, strut around and take bows and of coarse we would clap and cheer and be ready for an encore.....
One time she wanted to go to the father and sons outing with her Dad. She told him that she would wear boys clothes and shoes, put her hair up in a ball cap and he could call her Malcolm. He did take her but she was Katelyn.
When we were building our home she came with her Daddy to help. He was putting the tile in our kitchen and she was his helper. She would "butter" the tile and then give it to her Daddy to put in place. She's a good worker and a willing helper not only to her Daddy but to this grandma too.
One time when she came for a visit she had some material and a dress pattern her other grandmother had given her. She also had some material that her Daddy wanted some pillows made for his family room. So for a few days we spent time in my sewing room, sewing. She made the pillows and I made her a new dress...
Today is Katelyn's birthday and because she is my youngest granddaughter she has always been "My Little Sweetheart", and I suppose no matter how old she becomes or how tall she grows, she will always be "My Little Sweetheart".
Happy Birthday Katelyn, hope you have a wonderful day and I want you to know that this grandma loves you very much...
Such a sweet little bundle of joy, she was much wanted, much planned for and much loved....
I remember going to the hospital with the excitement of seeing my new little granddaughter. She was beautiful, had such a sweet angelic little face, a little button nose, sweet little lips, dark hair (like her grandma's) and blue eyes (like her grandma's). She was picture perfect and they named her Katelyn Elizabeth.
When it was time for her mama and her to come home from the hospital, this grandma was there to stay for the week and help with her care.
Such joy I had with holding her and rocking her, giving her, her bath and dressing her and even changing her diapers. Telling her how precious she was and how much she was loved, especially by this Grandma... During this time she also received lots of kisses too...
I have watched her grow these years and now she's full of all the teenage fun and excitement there is, not to mention that now, she is as tall as this grandma, but I expect that maybe next week, that will change and she will pass me up in height.
She goes with her Daddy every year to the High Sierras for our family reunion. I remember when she was about 8 years old. She brought tons of clothes with her and it was our privilege to be treated to a fashion show... She would go into her tent, change her clothes and then come out and model. This went on for sometime. She modeled swim suits, play clothes, dance costumes and nightwear. She would peek out of the tent and want to know if we were ready and when we said yes, she would come out, strut around and take bows and of coarse we would clap and cheer and be ready for an encore.....
One time she wanted to go to the father and sons outing with her Dad. She told him that she would wear boys clothes and shoes, put her hair up in a ball cap and he could call her Malcolm. He did take her but she was Katelyn.
When we were building our home she came with her Daddy to help. He was putting the tile in our kitchen and she was his helper. She would "butter" the tile and then give it to her Daddy to put in place. She's a good worker and a willing helper not only to her Daddy but to this grandma too.
One time when she came for a visit she had some material and a dress pattern her other grandmother had given her. She also had some material that her Daddy wanted some pillows made for his family room. So for a few days we spent time in my sewing room, sewing. She made the pillows and I made her a new dress...
Today is Katelyn's birthday and because she is my youngest granddaughter she has always been "My Little Sweetheart", and I suppose no matter how old she becomes or how tall she grows, she will always be "My Little Sweetheart".
Happy Birthday Katelyn, hope you have a wonderful day and I want you to know that this grandma loves you very much...
Monday, June 27, 2011
Mama's Birthday
Today is my Mama's birthday.
She was born June 27, 1911 in Centerfield Utah, 100 years ago.
My Mama has been gone now for almost 5 years and I miss her so. She was not only my Mama, but my best friend. I could talk to her about anything. She helped me with my children, and was with me for many wonderful experiences I had in my life. We laughed and we cried together, we talked and we shared. She was my Mama...
I remember her coming to my homes and helping me with my decorating. She would help me paint my walls and help me wallpaper them too.
I went to her homes and sewed curtains and drapes for her many windows. I would sew and she would press and then we would hang them together on the windows.
We were a team..
When I was growing up and it was wash day, she would wash the clothes and hang them on the line to dry. I would go out to the line and take them down and bring them in and together we would fold them. When it was time to wash the windows for spring cleaning. She would wash the inside of the windows and I would wash the outside of the windows. After dinner and time to wash the dishes, she would wash the dishes and I would dry the dishes and put them away. We were a team...
We took trips together. The ones that had the most meaning were the ones we took to North Carolina to visit my daughter Marta. Marta would show us a perfect time by taking us to historical places and special places of interest. We walked all over Washington DC at one visit and she loved every minute of it.
One such visit was when my granddaughter Cara was getting married. We spent days preparing for this beautiful wedding. Making divinity candy, polishing silverware, arranging flowers, sharing, laughing and having such a good time, 4 generations together. Mother never went to bed early, had to stay up late with the rest of us, fearing she might miss something. She sure was a trouper.....
After the death of my father, mama seemed to lose the zest of living, she missed him so. She had depended on Daddy for almost everything, he not only was the love of her life, but he was her rock.
I became her caregiver at this time. My brother Butch and his wife Diane also helped with Mother's care. We would take turns fixing her meals and spending the nights.
I took her shopping, payed her bills, cleaned her home and did her laundry.
It was during this time I started to read to her in the evenings after dinner and the dishes were done. We read many books together. It was during this time that she would share special times with me. It seemed that many of the stories we would read would trigger a memory. I started to write these things down that she would say. She started to say she would like to have a record of the books we were reading and so I started to compile them into a book. I would write about the book we were reading and what she would say. I would write her thoughts and her feelings, she enjoyed this very much and seemed to enjoy my writing and my comments. This became our story time and I titled this "Story Time With Mama." Every night after dinner she would say to me, "are we going to have our Story Time tonight?" and I would answer, "Yes, Mama, we are going to have our Story Time."
As I would tuck her in bed in the evening, she always would wrap her arms around my neck and give me a kiss, she would tell me that she loved me and thank me for taking such good care of her and them she would say, "Thanks for my stories." I would reply, "Your welcome, mama, I love you, good night."
Tonight I'm thinking of my mama and I'm missing her. Yes, she would be 100 years old, but no mater how old your mama is or how old you are, a girl always needs her mama and she always needs to feel that love that only comes from her mama...
Tonight before I go to bed I'm going to read a short story, so close your eyes and it will be our special time, for it will be "Story time with Mama." night, night mama, I love you.... and Happy Birthday
She was born June 27, 1911 in Centerfield Utah, 100 years ago.
My Mama has been gone now for almost 5 years and I miss her so. She was not only my Mama, but my best friend. I could talk to her about anything. She helped me with my children, and was with me for many wonderful experiences I had in my life. We laughed and we cried together, we talked and we shared. She was my Mama...
I remember her coming to my homes and helping me with my decorating. She would help me paint my walls and help me wallpaper them too.
I went to her homes and sewed curtains and drapes for her many windows. I would sew and she would press and then we would hang them together on the windows.
We were a team..
When I was growing up and it was wash day, she would wash the clothes and hang them on the line to dry. I would go out to the line and take them down and bring them in and together we would fold them. When it was time to wash the windows for spring cleaning. She would wash the inside of the windows and I would wash the outside of the windows. After dinner and time to wash the dishes, she would wash the dishes and I would dry the dishes and put them away. We were a team...
We took trips together. The ones that had the most meaning were the ones we took to North Carolina to visit my daughter Marta. Marta would show us a perfect time by taking us to historical places and special places of interest. We walked all over Washington DC at one visit and she loved every minute of it.
One such visit was when my granddaughter Cara was getting married. We spent days preparing for this beautiful wedding. Making divinity candy, polishing silverware, arranging flowers, sharing, laughing and having such a good time, 4 generations together. Mother never went to bed early, had to stay up late with the rest of us, fearing she might miss something. She sure was a trouper.....
After the death of my father, mama seemed to lose the zest of living, she missed him so. She had depended on Daddy for almost everything, he not only was the love of her life, but he was her rock.
I became her caregiver at this time. My brother Butch and his wife Diane also helped with Mother's care. We would take turns fixing her meals and spending the nights.
I took her shopping, payed her bills, cleaned her home and did her laundry.
It was during this time I started to read to her in the evenings after dinner and the dishes were done. We read many books together. It was during this time that she would share special times with me. It seemed that many of the stories we would read would trigger a memory. I started to write these things down that she would say. She started to say she would like to have a record of the books we were reading and so I started to compile them into a book. I would write about the book we were reading and what she would say. I would write her thoughts and her feelings, she enjoyed this very much and seemed to enjoy my writing and my comments. This became our story time and I titled this "Story Time With Mama." Every night after dinner she would say to me, "are we going to have our Story Time tonight?" and I would answer, "Yes, Mama, we are going to have our Story Time."
As I would tuck her in bed in the evening, she always would wrap her arms around my neck and give me a kiss, she would tell me that she loved me and thank me for taking such good care of her and them she would say, "Thanks for my stories." I would reply, "Your welcome, mama, I love you, good night."
Tonight I'm thinking of my mama and I'm missing her. Yes, she would be 100 years old, but no mater how old your mama is or how old you are, a girl always needs her mama and she always needs to feel that love that only comes from her mama...
Tonight before I go to bed I'm going to read a short story, so close your eyes and it will be our special time, for it will be "Story time with Mama." night, night mama, I love you.... and Happy Birthday
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Happy Birthday My Sweet Annie
Today is my sweet Ann's birthday.
As I think about the night she was born I was not only anxious to have my baby, but it was important to have my baby born on the date June 11th.
In those days you did not have ultra sounds that would tell you the sex of your baby, you would find out what your baby was when he or she was born and the doctor would say, you have a girl or you have a boy..... In your heart you sometimes hope for either a daughter or a son, and that is so, but mostly you would just pray that everything would be perfect and whatever you were blessed with, you would be happy and your heart would be filled with joy.
But this time I had been praying that it would be a sweet daughter and her name would be Ann Marie.
Now I had a Nannie that I loved very much. She was very important to me in my life and I always felt very close to her.
I was her first Grandchild and I was given her middle name Elizabeth, as my first name. Her birthday was June 11, so I wanted my baby to be born on this date and if I had a daughter I was going to give her the middle name of Marie, which is my Nannie's first name...
My due date was around the first of June, but my babies always seemed to like taking a few extra days before they were ready to be born. As the days went on and when I had my next appointment with my doctor I told him about my desire for this baby to be born on this special date.
He said that I was ready and if I wanted him too, he would make arrangements at the hospital and the journey would begin.
That evening I check in at St. John's hospital and the process began.. I must admit that I was anxious and the time just kept on clicking and midnight was approaching and a new day was arriving and I was getting more and more anxious with no results....
Time went on and it was soon after midnight and it seemed like all my hopes and dreams for this special birth on this special day was long lost.. I guess I finally gave up and relaxed and soon I gave birth.
Such joy I felt when my doctor said: "You have a beautiful baby daughter" yes, I had my daughter and I would name her Ann Marie, and I would call her "my little Ann" or sometimes "Annie", but it was after midnight!!! and a new day...
The next day when the doctor came in to see me and see how I was doing, he told me that he knew how important it was for me, to have my daughter born on the 11th, and as she had been born a few minutes before 1 am, he signed the birth certificate as being born a few minutes before midnight on Pacific time, not daylight savings time. By doing this she had been born on June 11th.. My joy was now complete.
A few days after I arrived home with my new baby, I received a phone call from the state register office, saying that they wouldn't accept Ann's birth date as the 11th, and that she was changing it to the 12th. I was very upset, and I stated the doctor signed it as Pacific time and that was when she was born, and it was left at that.
Years later when Ann was getting married and needed her birth certificate, I discovered the lady at the office had changed the date. I had to take action. I wrote a letter requesting the birth date to be changed to the date I knew her to be born, and with my mother we went down to the office of vital records in Los Angeles, California and had the record changed to the correct birth date of the 11th.
My sweet Ann was officially born on June 11th, on her Great Grandmother's birthday, and she has her middle name of Marie as a special gift of love for my Nannie..
Ann has always been a joy and a blessing to us, she has always brought us much happiness.
She has many gifts, she has a way of making people happy, she's a positive person and shes fun to be with, she makes everyone feel good. She's a special daughter, a wonderful wife, a loving mother, and now a caring grandmother.
Happy Birthday my Sweet Ann, I love you very much.. Your a wonderful daughter and I'm glad your mine...... Love, Mama
As I think about the night she was born I was not only anxious to have my baby, but it was important to have my baby born on the date June 11th.
In those days you did not have ultra sounds that would tell you the sex of your baby, you would find out what your baby was when he or she was born and the doctor would say, you have a girl or you have a boy..... In your heart you sometimes hope for either a daughter or a son, and that is so, but mostly you would just pray that everything would be perfect and whatever you were blessed with, you would be happy and your heart would be filled with joy.
But this time I had been praying that it would be a sweet daughter and her name would be Ann Marie.
Now I had a Nannie that I loved very much. She was very important to me in my life and I always felt very close to her.
I was her first Grandchild and I was given her middle name Elizabeth, as my first name. Her birthday was June 11, so I wanted my baby to be born on this date and if I had a daughter I was going to give her the middle name of Marie, which is my Nannie's first name...
My due date was around the first of June, but my babies always seemed to like taking a few extra days before they were ready to be born. As the days went on and when I had my next appointment with my doctor I told him about my desire for this baby to be born on this special date.
He said that I was ready and if I wanted him too, he would make arrangements at the hospital and the journey would begin.
That evening I check in at St. John's hospital and the process began.. I must admit that I was anxious and the time just kept on clicking and midnight was approaching and a new day was arriving and I was getting more and more anxious with no results....
Time went on and it was soon after midnight and it seemed like all my hopes and dreams for this special birth on this special day was long lost.. I guess I finally gave up and relaxed and soon I gave birth.
Such joy I felt when my doctor said: "You have a beautiful baby daughter" yes, I had my daughter and I would name her Ann Marie, and I would call her "my little Ann" or sometimes "Annie", but it was after midnight!!! and a new day...
The next day when the doctor came in to see me and see how I was doing, he told me that he knew how important it was for me, to have my daughter born on the 11th, and as she had been born a few minutes before 1 am, he signed the birth certificate as being born a few minutes before midnight on Pacific time, not daylight savings time. By doing this she had been born on June 11th.. My joy was now complete.
A few days after I arrived home with my new baby, I received a phone call from the state register office, saying that they wouldn't accept Ann's birth date as the 11th, and that she was changing it to the 12th. I was very upset, and I stated the doctor signed it as Pacific time and that was when she was born, and it was left at that.
Years later when Ann was getting married and needed her birth certificate, I discovered the lady at the office had changed the date. I had to take action. I wrote a letter requesting the birth date to be changed to the date I knew her to be born, and with my mother we went down to the office of vital records in Los Angeles, California and had the record changed to the correct birth date of the 11th.
My sweet Ann was officially born on June 11th, on her Great Grandmother's birthday, and she has her middle name of Marie as a special gift of love for my Nannie..
Ann has always been a joy and a blessing to us, she has always brought us much happiness.
She has many gifts, she has a way of making people happy, she's a positive person and shes fun to be with, she makes everyone feel good. She's a special daughter, a wonderful wife, a loving mother, and now a caring grandmother.
Happy Birthday my Sweet Ann, I love you very much.. Your a wonderful daughter and I'm glad your mine...... Love, Mama
Friday, February 18, 2011
Happy Birthday to Me!!!
Yes today is my Birthday, I'm 75 years old. When I began this blog adventure, I said to myself, I would never write personal or revealing things about myself, but here I am telling the world that I am 75 years old.
How do I feel this day? Like today is my birthday.
My sister called me this morning and ask me what I was going to do that was fun for my birthday. Now that is a question that no matter what day she would ask me, I would have to stop and think. What can I do that would be fun???
Fun is something to some that would not be fun to others. Fun to me is doing something that I would enjoy doing. It might be soaking in my beautiful bath tub with bubbles swirling around me, or it might be watching a good movie or program on TV, or it might be just visiting with my husband or a special friend or spending time with any of my love ones, it might even be just working in my sewing room. Fun to me is just doing what I chose to do, it might be something special or just something simple, it might be work or a chore, but what I chose to do and how I feel about it or my attitude about it, will tell me if it was FUN.
But what did I do today??
I received some phone calls, my sister did call and them my brother Butch called and sang Happy Birthday to me, then I talked to my sister-in-law Diana. My friend Nancy called and then dropped by with a card and gift. Talked to my children, which always makes me feel good. Received some birthday cards in the mail and when I was in Arizona my grandchildren Dana & Derek and Tawni & Danny gave me a birthday card and a box of See's Candy...(my favorite kind) (Yummy,Yum) my sweetheart gave me a lovely card that brought tears to my eyes, a hug and a kiss and told me he loved me and this evening we went with Lee and Shirley (my Brother and Sister-in-law) up to Rusty's in the mountains for dinner of delicious honey back ribs, after we stopped at Dairy Queen for a yummy blizzard.
Did I have fun today? Yes, I had fun today and I had a nice birthday too.
But how do I feel being 75 years old? I can't do what I use to do in the time I use to do it... and it takes me longer to rest up after a big job. But I still can work rings around some that are younger than I. I know that my heart says one thing, but the mirror says another.... but, I enjoy life and the joys and adventures that it holds.
When I turned 70 I looked in the mirror that morning and over night things seemed to drop and wrinkles appeared and then this morning when I looked in the mirror, over night things seemed to drop again and more wrinkles appeared, but that's OK, I'm still loved by the people that I love, and I still love those that love me even more, I have lots of friends that are good to me and I have lots of things that interest me. My life is good and my life is full.
Did I have fun today?? Yes, I did have fun today and I hope I have many more years of "fun today's."
Happy Birthday to Me and many more..
How do I feel this day? Like today is my birthday.
My sister called me this morning and ask me what I was going to do that was fun for my birthday. Now that is a question that no matter what day she would ask me, I would have to stop and think. What can I do that would be fun???
Fun is something to some that would not be fun to others. Fun to me is doing something that I would enjoy doing. It might be soaking in my beautiful bath tub with bubbles swirling around me, or it might be watching a good movie or program on TV, or it might be just visiting with my husband or a special friend or spending time with any of my love ones, it might even be just working in my sewing room. Fun to me is just doing what I chose to do, it might be something special or just something simple, it might be work or a chore, but what I chose to do and how I feel about it or my attitude about it, will tell me if it was FUN.
But what did I do today??
I received some phone calls, my sister did call and them my brother Butch called and sang Happy Birthday to me, then I talked to my sister-in-law Diana. My friend Nancy called and then dropped by with a card and gift. Talked to my children, which always makes me feel good. Received some birthday cards in the mail and when I was in Arizona my grandchildren Dana & Derek and Tawni & Danny gave me a birthday card and a box of See's Candy...(my favorite kind) (Yummy,Yum) my sweetheart gave me a lovely card that brought tears to my eyes, a hug and a kiss and told me he loved me and this evening we went with Lee and Shirley (my Brother and Sister-in-law) up to Rusty's in the mountains for dinner of delicious honey back ribs, after we stopped at Dairy Queen for a yummy blizzard.
Did I have fun today? Yes, I had fun today and I had a nice birthday too.
But how do I feel being 75 years old? I can't do what I use to do in the time I use to do it... and it takes me longer to rest up after a big job. But I still can work rings around some that are younger than I. I know that my heart says one thing, but the mirror says another.... but, I enjoy life and the joys and adventures that it holds.
When I turned 70 I looked in the mirror that morning and over night things seemed to drop and wrinkles appeared and then this morning when I looked in the mirror, over night things seemed to drop again and more wrinkles appeared, but that's OK, I'm still loved by the people that I love, and I still love those that love me even more, I have lots of friends that are good to me and I have lots of things that interest me. My life is good and my life is full.
Did I have fun today?? Yes, I did have fun today and I hope I have many more years of "fun today's."
Happy Birthday to Me and many more..
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