Have you ever had a close friendship with someone but were separated through consequences beyond your control? You move away from each other; get too busy to write or even call or just lose contact with them. You feel sad that all of those memories of shared experiences fade in your memory and evidently theirs … More What Are the Odds?
When I was two years old my uncle gave me a “real live,” Smokey the Bear, teddy bear for Christmas. Smokey had a hat and shovel, which was lost so early on that I don’t remember them. But somehow the plastic belt with a metal buckle that spelled out his name, “Smokey,” lasted many years. … More My Inner Child Is Alive and Well
The sensations we receive from touching softness can illicit feelings of happiness, security, warmth, comfort, and/or peace. Don’t believe me? How does a warm fuzzy soft blanket feel on a cold day? How does sitting with a warm, cat sleeping in your lap while you lay back in your recliner make you feel? What started me … More Soft Memories
For Part 1 of this letter https://joyful2beeblogs.com/2018/07/24/dear-grandmother-t/ Dear Grandmother T., I understand you now in ways I never thought I would. I too had a happy marriage at first. Then things changed after the first four or five years. I now know the behavior I saw in you as weak and frail were the signs stress, … More Dear Grandmother T. (Part 2)
This and the next post kind of help close the topic of Domestic Violence Awareness Month with the understanding I gained about myself and my grandmother. Dear Grandmother T, I’ve thought of you often since your death over thirty years ago. I came to the conclusion that I never truly knew you until recently. Several observations … More Dear Grandmother T. (Part 1)
Ever since I can remember I have loved horses. I grew up in the era of cowboy shows and westerns. My Saturdays were filled with Trigger and Roy Rogers, Silver and the Lone Ranger; Fury and Joey; and the multitude of horses on all the other TV shows of that period. These horses were smarter than dogs, … More The Joy and Love of Horses
Over ten years ago I met, Miss Pearl (not real name), a very plucky, tiny, young acting, elderly lady. Although she passed away a few years later, I want to share some of her story because she was such a fascinating and charming lady. I especially treasured her friendship during a time when my own mother … More She Didn’t Have a Chance
