Touching Base

My poor neglected blog! So much going on that I can't get it all done! I have been getting ready for the holiday season at Dwellings,( the little shop my son, daughter in law and I own.) Still recovering from knee surgeries and I have been very limited in what I can do, but I am trying to think positively and charge onward!

I really wanted to touch base with you and say hello and let you in on a new website that you may or may not have used...www.houzz.com. It's a collection of thousands of designs, by room, for you to just sit and drool over! You know how much I LOVE Pinterest and I'll always enjoy it, but this is a new avenue to peruse.

Also, I'm not sure if I've mentioned this, but for my friends who might lose power in the next few days, I'd like to remind you to "solar up" your solar lights from outdoors and bring them inside during the night if you need additional power. The next morning, put them back outside (if it's not raining) and power them again.
Great tip that I gleaned from somewhere...so many tips, so little mind left.

Election day is less than 200 hours away, please, do NOT forget to vote!

My MaMa

October 13, 2007.

 It's been five years ago, 1,825 days since my mother left this earth and entered her heavenly home.

(The picture above was NOT taken in 2010, that's the date I took a  picture of the picture to use for something.)

I remember that real picture day so very long ago.

 I was in the wedding of a dear friend of our family.

That net dress was so sticky, but I didn't mind.

I thought I looked just lovely.

It was a Christmas wedding...

everyone was in white and

 I carried a silver glittered basket full

of red poinsettias.

I can still see it in my mind's eye.

At the reception, Mother held my basket so I could eat cake and drink punch.

My mother was so pretty.

 I was always very proud of her when she'd come to my class parties.

She was slim, young and always smelled good.

She was fiercely protective of her family.

As I grew older, married and moved away, I got busy with life.

Our lives both had their ups and downs.

 But we never lost touch.

She never forgot a special occasion, never held it against me if I did and

 loved me with all her heart.

I have written before that her beginnings were humble...she was adopted from the Jackson Children's Village by my grandparents when she was several months old.

She told me she remembered finding out that she was adopted when she was in the third grade. 

Some children laughed at her and called her names because of it. 

 How she put her head on her arm on the brick wall of the school building and sobbed.

Her beginnings colored her life, but in a good way.

She was thrifty, smart, kind and very creative.

She didn't seek the limelight, but was content to be wife and mother.

She taught her three children to be watchful of the needs of others,

to anticipate when somebody was in dire straits.

 She wanted us to be Christians, to be kind and to live life with joy.

She wanted us to excel, but didn't love us less when we didn't.

October 13th, such a sad day for me and my family.

I know that she's better off...but I'm not.

I can hardly wait to see her again.

To hug her and tell her how much I've missed her.

Thank you for all you taught us...and for all you did for others.

I love you, Mama.