In our Jewish religion we light a Yartseit Candle on the anniversary of a loved one's death. Today was my sister Elayne's day. She died so young...just 36 and Paul was 10. Very shocking!
However, earlier in the day I called Elayne's son and daughter-in-law to see how they're faring during this hurricane time. Barbara told me some important news about her grandson waiting to be born.
Eric is my sister's grandson...and today his wife who is pregnant felt life for the first time.
It just made me wonder...is this how the Soul moves on. Is my Sister going on through her son and his son....and now their baby waiting to be born.
Life has so many mysteries and this makes so much sense to me. Can it be so ! Only God knows the answer!
May My Sister's Soul Rest In Peace!
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Too Many Beeps spoil the Broth!
We've been having all kinds of tornado warnings flashing across the television screens...but the media needs to alert us ... so everytime they flash another warning....they beep us. Not just one beep...but many many!
I now wear hearing aids and when the battery starts to fail...it beeps..one on the right ear and one on the left....beep...beep.
Using the dishwasher is another way to make me crazy...it beeps. And I surely must not forget my answering maching...leave your message after the beep.
When the microwave is done cooking...it beeps...and if you don't take your food out immediately, it will beep...beep...beep. Sometimes the cradle is not put on the phone properly...more beeping.
Not to leave out my washer and dryer...yep...clothes are done....beep...beep...beep.
When I'm sitting in my recliner and I hear a beep...I don't know where it's coming from. Sometimes it's something outside...like the garbage truck backing up.
Not to mention that my computer also beeps....and I can't handle all this.
I think I would prefer a bell or a whistle...just another kind of sound, please!
Because I don't know where all the beeps are coming from.
Sometimes I think I'm just a beep away from going crazy! When I hear the beeps I run from room to room to figure out where it's coming from.
I now wear hearing aids and when the battery starts to fail...it beeps..one on the right ear and one on the left....beep...beep.
Using the dishwasher is another way to make me crazy...it beeps. And I surely must not forget my answering maching...leave your message after the beep.
When the microwave is done cooking...it beeps...and if you don't take your food out immediately, it will beep...beep...beep. Sometimes the cradle is not put on the phone properly...more beeping.
Not to leave out my washer and dryer...yep...clothes are done....beep...beep...beep.
When I'm sitting in my recliner and I hear a beep...I don't know where it's coming from. Sometimes it's something outside...like the garbage truck backing up.
Not to mention that my computer also beeps....and I can't handle all this.
I think I would prefer a bell or a whistle...just another kind of sound, please!
Because I don't know where all the beeps are coming from.
Sometimes I think I'm just a beep away from going crazy! When I hear the beeps I run from room to room to figure out where it's coming from.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
This was written by me in 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008Our President
For 2 years we have been gathering information about who should run our country.
Now that's a mighty big order to expect of anyone...other than GOD!
Well, Obama has stepped up to the plate and is going to do his very
best to get us out of the jams we're in.
Guess it all started with the war that nobody wanted!
Then the Great American Dream...owning an overpriced big home with
little or no money.
That's where I stepped in and got hurt. I lost all my Fannie Mae
savings. Poof! Just like that!
I really truly don't understand the mentality of most CEO'S. They
think they can walk away with all the money....and they do.
They accomplish. They're all super rich...and the rest of us are shumcks.
I feel frustrated like most other Americans....but what to do...what to do!
Me....I'm banking on Obama!
Posted by Hilda Gordon at 4:42 PM 2 comments:
virginia said...
shmucks we certainly are....
no matter who would have won, the pile of doo doo they stepped in to
would not be any inheritance that I
would find appealing
let's not forget our dear governor who spends our money like we have
it //////pay is what we all do best...
we must keep our chins up....not for optimism..but to keep from
drowning in the aforementioned doo doo!
keep up the good words, Miss Hilda
December 9, 2008 1:02 PM
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Have to 'red up' ...Home of the Steelers!
I come from a little town in Southwestern Pennsylvania...called New Kensington. It's not new anymore....fact is...,,, it's old. It's 20 miles as the crow flies from Pgh.
There's no industry anymore and most of the downtown is all boarded up, which is very sad because once it was very busy. On a Saturday night when I was young, all the coalminers would come to 'town'...and it was very exciting. At that time we had 4 movie theaters to choose from...now there is none. Even the hospital moved. Might be what would be referred to as a 'ghost town'...and that's scary, no pun intended. Alcoa was the big industry then...and it pulled out!
Our toy store, Gordon Toys was located there and we stayed until the town literally died. It's now considered a 'bedroom community'..people live there but don't work there.
Anyway we spoke a different kind of English and folks would poke fun at us. And even today, if I hear someone use one of the phrases...it does my heart good...someone from my neighborhood....my hometown.
There's no industry anymore and most of the downtown is all boarded up, which is very sad because once it was very busy. On a Saturday night when I was young, all the coalminers would come to 'town'...and it was very exciting. At that time we had 4 movie theaters to choose from...now there is none. Even the hospital moved. Might be what would be referred to as a 'ghost town'...and that's scary, no pun intended. Alcoa was the big industry then...and it pulled out!
Our toy store, Gordon Toys was located there and we stayed until the town literally died. It's now considered a 'bedroom community'..people live there but don't work there.
Anyway we spoke a different kind of English and folks would poke fun at us. And even today, if I hear someone use one of the phrases...it does my heart good...someone from my neighborhood....my hometown.
Many of the sounds and words found in the speech of Pittsburghers are popularly thought to be unique to the city. This is reflected in the term "Pittsburghese," the putative sum of these features in the form of a dialect. However, few of these features are restricted solely to Pittsburgh or the Pittsburgh metropolitan area. Instead, many of them are found throughout southwestern Pennsylvania, .
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Speakers of Pittsburgh English are sometimes called "Yinzers", in reference to their use of the 2nd-person plural pronoun "Yinz" The word "yinzer" is sometimes heard as pejorative, indicating a lack of sophistication, although the term is now used in a variety of ways.[
Southern people say...y'all. So, wherever you come from...odd sentences surface. New Yorkers say you'll come by me...instead of saying visit.
So...my point is...whenever I know that company is coming, and I'm not the neatest person on this planet, I say I have to 'red up'....and hope whoever hears me will understand..I'm just putting clutter out of sight.
Yep...I'm from Pittsburgh.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
If I was on the debate team, I would simplify things a lot. I would say...folks, none of us really knows how much a trillions dollars is...not even a billion....but maybe, just maybe if we brought it down to millions, we could kind of relate to it.
We could really understand what the two candidates are talking about...because right now, it's going over most of our heads.
We think in dollars..and not even cents anymore. And why do we need to borrow from China...can't we just add more gold mints in Fort Knox, Kentucky. Everybody I know owns something that is gold...so why such a big attraction to it.
What we all do know...and we were all taught in the most basic way that you can't spend more money than you have.
And that is what our country is doing. So Countrymen...stop it!!!!!!! Stay within your budget, that is if we can ever get back on track.
I guess that's why nobody has asked me to debate!
This is a P.S. on information I received from Paul my nephew about gold and the Wizard of Oz.
We could really understand what the two candidates are talking about...because right now, it's going over most of our heads.
We think in dollars..and not even cents anymore. And why do we need to borrow from China...can't we just add more gold mints in Fort Knox, Kentucky. Everybody I know owns something that is gold...so why such a big attraction to it.
What we all do know...and we were all taught in the most basic way that you can't spend more money than you have.
And that is what our country is doing. So Countrymen...stop it!!!!!!! Stay within your budget, that is if we can ever get back on track.
I guess that's why nobody has asked me to debate!
This is a P.S. on information I received from Paul my nephew about gold and the Wizard of Oz.
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Editor's Note: Here is the extraordinary story behind the extraordinary story of'TheWonderfulWizard of Oz'. Most of us have seen the movie version of this allegorical tale, but few of us are aware of what the various characters, places and things represented in the mind of Frank Baum, the tale's author. Professor Quentin Taylor of Rogers State University invitingly titles the piece presented below 'Money and Politics in the Land of Oz'. Though 'The Wonderful Wizard of Oz' was written over 100 years ago, the themes will be recongizable to those with an interest in golden matters. While many today consider gold an instrument of financial and personal freedom, in Baum's tale, it is painted as a villain -- the tool of oppression. So, as you are about to see, we have come full circle, and gold has travelled a yellow brick road of its own
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Sunday, October 14, 2012
My little house
When my husband Allen and I looked at this B unit in a villa, we kind of fell in love with it. There was a loft....for escape time.
Two bathrooms which seemed an enormous luxury...one bath and two showers. The drawers all pulled out on rollers....a dishwasher and a garbage disposal.
And in the bathroom a special fan to eliminate any unpleasant aromas.
Now we had a nice hallway that let us to our master bedroom...but along those walls, Allen nailed pictures of our family and our lives. When we were young...and as we grew older.
When we bought new furniture, we felt like we were on our second honeymoon, even to buying a wastebasket. Everything was a thrill.
Allen hired a shelf maker for our bedroom closet to put up to put up more rods. Now I have to call someback to lower those rods...cause I simply can't reach them.
I loved our backyard look, a stable with horses...and I can hear them whinny and naaay...and it makes me feel good...like I'm not in a large city but near the farms.
Back to my hallway, there are pictures of my Mother and my Father not together, my Father was already married to Aunt Helen, my mom's sister My Mother died at 41 and my father waited 10 years to remarry, till both my sister and I got married. They had a good long marriage.The people who I see when I stroll up and down my hallways are My cousin Henrietta and her husband Eddy...and my dear Aunt Rose and my sister in law, and my mother and father in law. Paul and Barbara's wedding pictures...also Jeff and Donna. Lots of Allen at all ages. And, of course, pictures of my grandnephews Eric and Ryan when they were little. Now they're both married and I must hang up pictures of their brides.
My family....
I've made some good friends here..and my biggiest pleasure is our swimming pool, which is also my social life. We all have one thing in common...we're all transports from another place and another time....so we've kind of become each other's extended family.
Everyone there is happy and splashing and splishing and making their arthritis feel better.
Lots of noodles are used too....very colorful. This is our country club.
If anyone wants to visit me, I have a loft, if you can climb the stairs. There's a queen bed, a dresser and a chair...and a radio.
To me...this is paradise and I'm very grateful that Allen brought me here.
Two bathrooms which seemed an enormous luxury...one bath and two showers. The drawers all pulled out on rollers....a dishwasher and a garbage disposal.
And in the bathroom a special fan to eliminate any unpleasant aromas.
Now we had a nice hallway that let us to our master bedroom...but along those walls, Allen nailed pictures of our family and our lives. When we were young...and as we grew older.
When we bought new furniture, we felt like we were on our second honeymoon, even to buying a wastebasket. Everything was a thrill.
Allen hired a shelf maker for our bedroom closet to put up to put up more rods. Now I have to call someback to lower those rods...cause I simply can't reach them.
I loved our backyard look, a stable with horses...and I can hear them whinny and naaay...and it makes me feel good...like I'm not in a large city but near the farms.
Back to my hallway, there are pictures of my Mother and my Father not together, my Father was already married to Aunt Helen, my mom's sister My Mother died at 41 and my father waited 10 years to remarry, till both my sister and I got married. They had a good long marriage.The people who I see when I stroll up and down my hallways are My cousin Henrietta and her husband Eddy...and my dear Aunt Rose and my sister in law, and my mother and father in law. Paul and Barbara's wedding pictures...also Jeff and Donna. Lots of Allen at all ages. And, of course, pictures of my grandnephews Eric and Ryan when they were little. Now they're both married and I must hang up pictures of their brides.
My family....
I've made some good friends here..and my biggiest pleasure is our swimming pool, which is also my social life. We all have one thing in common...we're all transports from another place and another time....so we've kind of become each other's extended family.
Everyone there is happy and splashing and splishing and making their arthritis feel better.
Lots of noodles are used too....very colorful. This is our country club.
If anyone wants to visit me, I have a loft, if you can climb the stairs. There's a queen bed, a dresser and a chair...and a radio.
To me...this is paradise and I'm very grateful that Allen brought me here.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
When Jeff took a Bride!
The top shelf of my closet on the left hand side holds a big basket. This container holds special memories for me.
Filled, it contained, everything I would need for an overnight stay at this great hotel on Tyson's Corner in Virginia.
Yep, my daughter-in-law was spreading joy to all the guests who came to see them united in marriage.
Donna is not Jewish, but she studied books pertaining to Jewish beliefs and Yiddish words. She was very familiar with all our customs. So much so that when it came to the breaking of a glass at the conclusion of the service, Donna broke one too, along with Jeff....and everyone joined in Mazel Tov!
The wedding was almost 19 years ago in Donna's mom's home in McLean Virginia. Looking out the window during the wedding, I could see Kenneth Starr's home right next door, the attorney who made all the trouble for Clinton during his last term in office.
But I don't want to dwell on that. I want to focus on all the goodies in that basket, crackers, cookies, candy, beverages and a notebook with pen. Donna left out nothing. Jeff and Donna made us feel like we were all very special people who attended their wedding.
The wonderful memories of this momentous event keeps flooding back to me when I look at the empty basket....that containes all these beautiful memories. I'd like to mention that the day after they finally met, Jeff asked Donna if she'd like to go to the Smithsonian Museum...and she readily agreed.
So not only do you learn history there, that's where romances are created!
Filled, it contained, everything I would need for an overnight stay at this great hotel on Tyson's Corner in Virginia.
Yep, my daughter-in-law was spreading joy to all the guests who came to see them united in marriage.
Donna is not Jewish, but she studied books pertaining to Jewish beliefs and Yiddish words. She was very familiar with all our customs. So much so that when it came to the breaking of a glass at the conclusion of the service, Donna broke one too, along with Jeff....and everyone joined in Mazel Tov!
The wedding was almost 19 years ago in Donna's mom's home in McLean Virginia. Looking out the window during the wedding, I could see Kenneth Starr's home right next door, the attorney who made all the trouble for Clinton during his last term in office.
But I don't want to dwell on that. I want to focus on all the goodies in that basket, crackers, cookies, candy, beverages and a notebook with pen. Donna left out nothing. Jeff and Donna made us feel like we were all very special people who attended their wedding.
The wonderful memories of this momentous event keeps flooding back to me when I look at the empty basket....that containes all these beautiful memories. I'd like to mention that the day after they finally met, Jeff asked Donna if she'd like to go to the Smithsonian Museum...and she readily agreed.
So not only do you learn history there, that's where romances are created!