My Sister and I!

We shared a bed, my sister Elayne and I. We wern't allowed to take toys to bed...so we made do with all we had.

MY FEET!

I was about 4 and Elayne 7...and we played 'feet'. What exciting times we had. Elayne would create a story and my feet were the characters in the play. If it was sad, I would curl my toes down. If there was happiness...I would spread my toes apart. Real actresses my feet to her fabulous stories. She was the director...and I followed her every command, because my feet were the stars of the show.

We did this for many years.

I lost my Sister when she was only 36....and we really never discussed our 'feet years'.

I haven't thought about this for years! What brought it to mind...I dunno!

My Father would yell up the stairs...all right girls....tomorrow's another day......and then we would go to sleep.

I really loved my Sister...and miss her still!

My first physical therapy today!

What do I expect? A therapist to take an old body with old bones, muscles, and nerve endings...also loaded with severe arthritis to make me the new improved Hilda.

Well, first of all, his bed, work station, that I'm supposed to jump up on was just tooo high. I tried...couldn't make it. He saw me strugged trying to heave up and I just couldn't make it.

So, he holds out his hand and tells me to put my foot on it...and then hop up. I felt like I was mounting a horse.

I was afraid I was going to break his hand...and I just couldn't do it.

Finally, he left the room and brought an aluminum stool...wonderful. Now seeing how short I am...should he have watched me struggle.

However, he was really nice. He massaged...and then used electric shock..and took any pain away with ice. He asked how I was feeling...and I was feeling great because I was numb. Um....good feeling like I was on super drugs.

He also gave me exercises to do at my doorway...very painful...and I click and click.....I feel like I'm a piece of machinery who has seen better days.

He also told me to get two tennis balls and put them in a sock and roll over the sore area.

I guess, really, it's all up to me. I'm motivated. When the weather gets a little warmer...I'll splish and splash.

He told me I reminded him of his golf trainer when he was young. I guess that was a compliment.

So.....now I've reached a new low....physical therapy....and I'm also wearing an emergency alert gizmo in case I fall.

I'm fully ready to admit I'm not young any more....even though when I go to the beach, I have the darnest urge to do cartwheels.....only in my crazy mind of course.

In the meantime I'll stay with my little migrant children...and I sit on their little baby chairs and I tie their shoelaces....and read them stories. That's where I belong....looking deep into their sweet eyes and imagine how they're going to grow up. My darlings.....

Our Money Crisis

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I guess this means I can't escape working on my blogging. However, I don't really need mobile devices...I don't go anywhere.

I got my gps to give me courage to travel...but I haven't left Delray or Boynton Beach. That shows all my insecurities.

I presume that lets me know that my comfort level is home...right here on Nesting Way.

I believe my downfall is CNBC....scares the heck out of me. God didn't give me a schedule about how long I'll be on this earth...and my father lived to be 100....but my mother only 41....so....that puts me somewhere above the middle....and the idea is to not live beyond your money.

Last year I really thought I was in 'good shape' financially....but this year....well....HELP!

I lost Fannie Mae...and I may lose my General Motors and Ford. Thank goodness I'm too old to get a job....because in today's climate I really don't know what I'd be suited for.

My best talent is just 'listening'...and I find that people do like to tell their stories...and everyone has one to tell.

I read and studied about money...diversification...a little risk for growth...and the world is small and very global.

I did all that....and I'm in the same boat as most of America.

I'm really banking on poor Obama. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into.

But when he speaks....I listen! Whoever reads this....will say she's old...should have put her money in CD's....don't know what she was thinking.

I have no sympathy for Hilda...she deserves worrying about money. Well, the true fact is...my husband and I always found it easier to earn a living than investing in making our money grow. You don't just water it like a plant....but Wall Street has let us all down.

Our 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!

I wonder if anyone else remembers..or am I too old?

Thoughts drift in and out of my mind at no particular time of the day. These musings just appear.

Like for instance...the little slot that used to be on bathroom medicine cabinets for men to drop their razor blades in. Wonder what happened when it all filled up.

Did anybody's Mother make 'orange candy' out of the pealings of naval oranges and I don't know what the other ingredients were...but I loved it.

We used to take a clove of garlic and rub it on a piece of toasted rye bread...and so delicious.

We used to take our tablets or notebooks and drop ink on it and create Roarch Tests and see if we could identify what it appeared to be.

We didn't use a kazoo to make music...took a comb with a piece of tissue paper or toilet paper...and if it didn't tickle your lips to much...compose our own beautiful music.

I wonder if anyone had to wear 'snuggies' on cold days...tops and bottoms...embarrassing but oh so warm and cozy.

Just thoughts and more thoughts. My Sister Elayne and I changed our dresses when we came home from school and put on playclothes.
I wore her hand-me-downs since she was 3 years older.

We used to lie on our stomachs with the radio on to do our homework. It was such a natural position for us.

I can still smell the musty smell on trains from the upholstered seats.

Comfortable...but smelly! I can still see the conductor with his gold buttons on his vest and jacket.

Wonder why they always made men's suits with vests. Most men never wore them.

What makes these thoughts clutter my brain at this time in my life...I haven't the faintest....

Brother Can You Spare A Dime!

Is this what is happening to the world today.

We're on a freefall and nothing seems to stop it. Do we have no brilliant minds left to get us out of this mess.

Were we just taking 'the good life' for granted...and now we get this kick in the you know what.

I wonder what the people who ring the bell at 4 o'clock on Wall Street think...and they have to applaud yet.

Can you imagine standing there and applauding. I can't.

Did we reach the bottom yet...or are we still going down?

Well...one thing for sure...we're all in this together.

Now does that make you feel any better?

This is my new philosophy!

oops...now you'll know where I'll be keeping my money!

Are we becoming one people under God!

If Obama becomes our president, what does this mean to the Black folks!

That now, finally, we are all even. I don't think so! Blacks still have more menial jobs, spend more time in prisons, and have a poorer education that whites. Now, why did I capitalize blacks and not whites. Do I think of us as having no color while they do.

And their is a caste system in black black and light black like Obama. If he were darker, would he still be so desirable to us!

Maybe statisticians along the road will be able to understand these differences. And what what Hispanics...one out of every 3 people in about 15 years will be a Latino.

So..is this the new 'melting pot'. At the turn of the last century, it was the people coming into Elis Island that gave us this name.

They were given the charming term 'green horns'.

And I musn't forget the Indians...very smart people and they make excellent doctors.

When I hear a symphony orchestra, it seems the orientals take center stage with string instruments...violins, harps, and piano.

So maybe we are meant to blend into one color Under God! The sun is making me so dark, I'm almost not a cacasian.

Spelling bees seem to be won by the Viatnamese ... and so many of the products that we use are made by Chinese.

But they really all want to come to America...so we really must have something going here.

Me....I'm so proud and privileged to live here. If I had been born in Europe, I probably wouldn't have existed 60 years ago.

But I'm here...I'm happy and I'm going to the pool!

Have I been Rip Van Winkle?

I went to our clubhouse to watch the opening of the Olympics on a larger screen than I have at home. It was spellbinding and I really appreciated the time spent constructing this magnificence.

However, when the countries marched in...it was like I was on a different planet. Half of the countries I never heard of. Did the ocean open up and form more islands and then they became countries.

Did I flunk geography? Was I sleeping when the countries were formed.

Did they change the names to protect the innocent like in Jack Webber?

I can't figure it out. The folks sitting behind me went to a school in New York and they never heard of them either.

When did all these changes take place? I have an old world globe...these countries don't exist on it.

I used to collect stamps...never heard of them and I had them from all over the world.

I'm old...is it possible that I have forgotten their names. They're not so primitive....they know about the Olympics because they sent representatives.

Some countries only had one. Most of them were black. Was Africa all divided up.

How do they earn a living in these countries....are they a happy people. We know so little about them.

The longer I live ... the more confused I become.

Are our children aware of these names. Do they ever visit the United States....are they friendly.

It's like they're from another planet. Maybe I need to go back to school?

Today we see China promoting the Olympics for grand propaganda purposes, reintroducing itself to the world for what it expects to be its dominant century. But in 1958 China wanted nothing to do with the rest of the world. Mao Zedong's People's Republic withdrew from the Olympics altogether that year in an ideological snit over the refusal of Brundage and his IOC cohorts to ban Taiwan, which called itself the Republic of China and was run by Chiang Kai-shek, Mao's old antagonist. In retreating from the Olympics, China denounced Brundage as "a tool of the imperialistic State Department of the United States."
The context was different, but the central political question as the Rome Olympics neared was the same as it is now: how should the world deal with China? The issue was debated that year by Vice President Richard Nixon and Sen. John F. Kennedy during the presidential campaign, and Brundage and the IOC became embroiled in it as well. The United States did not recognize Mao's mainland government, Mao did not recognize Chiang's island government and the IOC had nothing but trouble with both. Not long after the People's Republic withdrew from the Olympics, the IOC ruled that Taiwan could no longer call itself the Republic of China at the Olympics because it did not represent the geographical entity of China. It could march in the opening ceremony only as Taiwan or the other name for the island, Formosa.
Suddenly Brundage went from being called a tool of American foreign policy to being labeled a communist sympathizer. Right-wing groups in the United States mounted an intense letter-writing campaign denouncing him. The State Department, while claiming to be free from political involvement in the Olympics, began a lobbying effort to persuade the IOC to overturn the decision. The Taiwanese, in diplomatic cables with Washington, went so far as to suggest that perhaps they should introduce Brundage, a known philanderer, to some of the "fleshpots of Rome" to help the cause. When all else failed, the United States urged Taiwan to boycott the Olympics rather than accede to the change in nomenclature, which was taken as a symbolic victory for the Reds in the cold war.

All I ever learned about China was from Pearl Buck and it wasn't very flattering about their girl babies.

Today...half of all the products we buy come from China.

My old telephone directory!

One of the last things I packed when we moved to Florida was the telephone book. I might need it!

Well, it's been 20 years now and my life has changed a lot and so has the info in the phone book. Two decades of decayed and yellowed pages of the people I once had daily interchange with.

Now it's a phone call and Christmas cards...and as the years melt into one another...it seems like light years away.

I believe I have grown in ways since we left. In other ways we were important people in our town especially to little boys and girls who wanted toys.

I don't need this book any longer. I can get all this information on my computer in a second.........anybody's number and address.

Progress has intervened and I just love it.

Why am I having qualms about ditching it. It's one of the last things I have left from New Kensington, Pa. other than my memories.

After my father moved to Florida, he would go over all the businesses in the downtown area...and he recalled them all. I didn't realize it then, but it was a memory test of his.

Now I find myself doing exactly the same thing....just thinking and remembering. It wasn't all that beautiful or great...but it was where I grew up...my childhood....my young married life.

Now I'm donating it to solid waste management...maybe it can be recyled into more paper...maybe it can enter this century.

I'm letting go.......

Reality shows

Have you noticed lately how every show on TV is a reality show?

Bad language and violence are more subdued now...and it's time for everyone to participate the way it's happening...right now.

From dog-training, apprenticing, dating, dancing, singing, cooking....it's all about being able to compete. Even dieting...getting weighed in once a week. Or even...are you smarter than a 5th Grader! And let's go a step farther...going on the Judge Judy show for a judgment. Matter of fact, I just stumbled on another about buying fixer-uppers and getting a crew to make it look like it was just built.

Now competition is a strong word. If you're in a circus reality...you can break your neck..because they're performing without a net.

But we just casually sit and watch and be entertained..

I do believe that many of these young people would never get exposure to the audiences if it wasn't for these shows popping up.

But I think that we've lost the reality to fantasy...and everything is just for our entertainment.

We simply just sit and watch. Maybe that's why we're not getting as upset as we should over the stock market. Is that just another reality show...and then they're going to make it better?

I dunno....but something better happen soon.

Or maybe it's like Shakespeare said...The World's a Stage Where We All Play a Part'. This show has no script...it's improvisation...we make it up as we go along...hopefully being right half the time.

So does that mean we're all in one big reality show on earth?

Chicken Little

How many hundreds of thousands of chickens have we tried to be creative with? I know you're not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition...but now I must concentrate on this chicken thing.

Each country has different cooking styles for this unlucky bird whose main reason for living is to give us eggs and then let us feed on him.

I'll tell you what really disturbs me. When I go to the supermarket and I see their rotisserie with all the chicken, side by side, with their wings at their side, roasting and rotating while their juices flow.

Perhaps I should become a vegetarian!

Dog eat dog world!

Anyhow today I'm in the process of doing something with breasts...not mine...a chicken whose fate is to be not long-lived.

Did he enjoy his little bit of time on earth? Does he have a brain.

I know he has a heart and a liver...but I've never heard of chicken brains. I've heard of cow brains...but what about this unfortunate creature.

Am I spoiling my appetite for what I am about to cook!!!! MAYBE.

My telephones

Our first phone was installed when I was 3 but I remember it.

No more running next door to make a phone call or receive one.

It was one with 2 pieces...you spoke in the speaker part and listened with the the ear phone.

When you lifted the handset, a very pleasant, non-computer voice said 'Number Please.

We had a 4-party line and if we were on too long, we heard about it from the other parties...and then we hung up fast.

Later, we got a circular number dial phone and I thought that was really 'up there'. The word high-tech did not come into being yet.

When Jeff was on vacation from college on Chanukah, he said we're all going to Sears and he was going to buy us a 'push button' phone.

Well, I was against this but I went along. That meant he had to un-install the one we had and re-install the new one.

I really thought I would never have telephone service again...but Jeff and Allen worked on this project and when they were finished, we had a dial tone and I knew we were back in business.

Now I have 3 phones...land phone, remote and a cell phone, which Jeff and Donna have charged for me every year....and every year I have tons of minutes on it ... but I forget to use it. I just don't like the quality of it....seems like a toy phone to me.

The phone I have in my bedroom is really snazzy....it's an 'answering machine' which I think is a miracle in itself.

I have 'caller ID' which interrupts me if I'm using the phone.

I also have a 'speaker phone'....and an ID feature which lets me screen calls if I want to.

It also tells me what time the caller has tried to reach me and the day.

I think that even Alexander Graham Bell would be overwhelmed by the wonderfulness that he invented.

What a sensationl invention. And one other feature, I get to use a web-cam and to see and talk to my kids every Sunday when they give me computer lessons...all the things I screwed up with during the week. Because of the phone I have high-speed internet service...all for reading ythe silly jokes.

I'm not complaining...I JUST LOVE IT1

The Charge Card

The year was 1967 and Mastercard came into being.

Is this a friend or foe? It's ruined many people who haven't the faintest idea of spending.

It's helped me out a lot. My husband Allen insisted I use mine every so often so that I could always have good credit.

And to this day, I carry very little cash. When I go into a restaurant or a small business, I pay cash.

For everything else...that plastic card is slid into the place where it checks to see if my card is usable.

Time was when it wasn't done electronically. When we had our toy store, we had an enormous thick book about the size of our Yellow Pages, and we had to check the number by looking.

I never told my husband Allen that I couldn't see such close print so I made a pretense of looking...then I accepted.

It worked! Never did we stumble on an over-extended card.

Some customers asked if we would give them the 4 percent discount if they paid cash.

It didn't matter to us...we agreed.

I just love my credit card and if you're in a pinch the ATM machines.

It's done much harm...but much good! You gotta weigh the card or the person using the card.

window treatment

When I was in Pennsylvania we called them Venetian Blinds...do they still make them. Haven't seen them in years!


When I moved to Florida, it all had verticals...the thing to do...and so easy to keep clean.

Except for the folks who still wanted their drapes and curtains, which really makes a house a home...warm and cozy!

Which makes me remember how difficult it was for my Mother when I was a little girl.

For those who remember the wooden curtain stretchers in the 30's The stretcher had very sharp pins around the edges to hold the curtains while they dried. They were adjustable with metal clamps that secured the ruler-like frame


How hard housekeeping was in those days. How easy everything is today.

If you don't feel like vacuuming...buy yourself a little robot that runs around your house all day picking up dust.

It's a different time. Better? I dunno!!!

The Reward!

If you were very good in school, you had the honored privilege of dusting the chalk erasers outside. Now this task wasn't delegated to just anybody...you had to be on your teacher's 'best side' to be allocated this job.

I never got to do it! Could that be why all of my life I have suffered from low esteem. Sometimes the teacher didn't even bother with her big eraser...she just used the heel of her hand.

When she was in a hurry or bad mood, she'd let the chalk screech...and that's a musical note like none other.

I'll never know the answers to that. Do they still use chalk...or do they use markers now....not on a blackboard, but a green board.

Another usta=was thing in my imagination!

lazy days on the front porch

One of the favorite pieces of furniture when I was growing up was our glider on the front porch. More interesting conversations took place there and that is the spot where we were able to feel complete happiness and delight with the world.

We would swing back and forth, either alone or with a member of our family and we would just enjoy.

My Sister and I bought song sheets at the 5 & 10, about 20 all different colored sheets...and with our girlfriends we would sing by the hour.

Now that I think about it, it's a wonder the neighbors didn't complain. I'm sure that it couldn't have been that enjoyable to them....hearing silly girls giggling and singing.

We really knew every lyric to every song. This is how we spent the depression years...sipping lemonade and singing ballads. One day a boy came a callin' and we were just sitting on the glider talking and laughing. Somebody's mother sewed me a broom stick skirt that was just the rage. I was about 16 and I was all dressed up entertaining on my glider.

I got up to serve him a glass of lemonade and when I got up, little did I realize he was sitting on part of my skirt...so as I arose, the skirt just slid down and I was in my panties.

I was too embarrassed to come out again. Eventually he left...probably giggling!

How I long for my glider sometimes. When nighttime came, it never occurred to us to turn on the porchlight. We just sat in the dark and rocked back and forth. People took walks and neighbors would stop in and swing on the glider.

That was an era gone by....but the memory lingers on.

It's a living breathing thing!

A salamander was running alongside the top of my fence on my patio. I believe I sat about half an hour watching this tiny specimen creature, one of God's creations.

A little red thing would energize every couple of seconds from his throat area and I didn't know if it was his breathing, catching bugs, or a sexual thing.

One thing I do know! It reminded me of how a dynasaur must have looked a billion years ago except a lot diminished in size.

Is this part of the reptile family? Is it a bug? Whatever, he was so cute that I would never dare deliberately take him out of this world. Some people refer to them as geicos...others as lizards.

Little children when they visit from the north want to take them home with them...but I explain that it's a tropical creature.

Some people meditate...others do yoga. Me...I watch salamanders.

It was like magic!

When we first moved to our little villa here in Florida, my first big amazement was that the drawers in the kitchen and bathroom didn't just pull out...they were on sliders and they were not just effortless...but they just slid!

Then we bought a bedroom suite, including two night stands, a chest of drawers and a triple dresser....and the beauty was all the wonderful sliding drawers.

To this day, I still find it so fantastic.

In New Kensington, Pa., we had drawers that just pulled in and out but had no gliders......I suppose I should say the next joy was owning a dishwasher. Didn't have one before. Nor did we have a garbage disposal. And to do laundry I had to drag the laundry basket up and down the basement stairs.

Here I just move my body a few steps and my beautiful washer and dryer are waiting for me.

And the first thing in the morning the sunlight would beam in and radiate the living room through the cathedral windows...and it was like a million volt bult lighting our house.

We felt like we were living in a little mansion. This is not to say we didn't have a lovely 'other house', but this is kinda more convenient.

I love my little postage stamp of a house. It's really too big for just me. When I waken, I can't seem to remember that I live here all alone.

You would think time would change this but time is like a kaleidoscope always changing ...and abstracions are a place tetween reality and actuality... for a few seconds I need to remember where everyone is. They're not living here...Just me...

I still feel very fortunate and know that I have a good life!

This is the culprit!

Does this sweet face look like a thief! This is Jeff and Donna's "Lucy" and she is so precious to them.


I haven't met Lucy yet but feel that I know her. She also has 3 cat siblings!

Sometime Lucy steals from the tabletop. Then she brings the opened package to Jeff and Donna like she's bestowing a gift.

You gotta laugh!

Eric in Nepal! His best friend got married!

I don't think it's too difficult to spot which one is Eric! He sent me an entire gallery of pictures and I believe he's a very good friend to have made this stupendous trip....half way around the world.

I'm proud of you, Eric.

A trip to the library!

I just love going to the library! It's actually an adventure! Why do I amble toward the 14-day books when I haven't read much of the others...just waiting in their jackets for someone to grab them.

Each book seems to be screaming..TAKE ME...TAKE ME! I'm well aware that each book has an author that spent many months selecting just the very right verb..the perfect adjective...the exact pronoun...plus weaving a story that will make the reader not want the book to end.

When I read a book, I become one with the author and I actually become one of the family members.

I'm very particular when I select a book...print can't be large...but not too small either. Must not be too many pages...hard to hold! Must not smell musty and cannot have a coffee stain on it...because G-d knows where it's been when it was being read by a previous person. Many people refer to the bathroom as the library. Don't like to think about those things when I'm in the process of taking home a book.

When I was very young, my earliest recollections about going to the library, and it was considered an event where you couldn't utter a word....and if you did...whisper under your breath.

I recall reading all the Nancy Drew Books...Tom Swift...and many of our great classics.

When I'm reading the hours fly by so swiftly and I don't even think of food.

And if it's a very passionate love scene, I can enjoy without being involved.

So...on this day when it's much too windy to go to the pool, think I'll just stroll into our library and see what I can pick up.

There have been times when I've leafed through the pages because I enjoy the author's work. Often times, they spent themselves writing the perfect book... next one is a huge disappointment.

That's why I grab 3 books, in case one doesn't work out.


What fun!

Still gotta eat don't we!

Now I know what inflation truly is and how we must allow for this naughty word.

Now I know why they say we must have 'growth' in our portfolios to allow for this.

However, I have done this .. and my mutual funds are shrinking and prices are going up.

So...I wonder how I regain a balance.

I know that if you have no home to sell...now is a wonderful time to buy!

I know that because of oil our prices on everything have escalated.

When I was a little girl and my parents were in the throngs of a great depression, my father grew a 'victory garden'. He wasn't much of a gardener...a much better machinist...so we didn't eat off the fat of the land.

I worry about younger people...how they buy milk and bread and shoes.

The 'domino effect' has undone all of us.

We will survive...we will survive!

This was written awhile ago....but it's the anniversary!!

And the Yartseit Candle is lit once again dear Allen!
In Loving Memory!
Allen dear, I recall with the tenderest of thoughts our good life together....and the way it was!


As the Yartseit Candle burns down,,, The flame triggers millions of loving memories!




The candle in the kitchen flickers and dims!
Yes, I lost my partner...my mate....my best friend.
Feb. 28, l990.

I wish he could come back back for just a little while so we could tell him how much we miss him....and love him...but maybe he knows that.

For ten years , a decade, I have lived alone........but my husband is never far from my memories and thoughts....because we shared a life together...children together....although we lost our baby girl to Tay -Sachs disease.

We had 4l years together...most of them happy....some sadness....but that's what living is all about. He was a good kind person who cherished his family..

I look at his picture...and he's smiling at me.
I have the advantage of choosing any image.... making him any age on my dresser....so he's always smiling at me ... 29 years old....and we were newly married.....and our married life was just beginning.

This generation may look at him as controlling. Not me....he just cared so very much about everything I did and thought....and he took such a big interest in my life....and this I adored.....
He even liked to go food and clothes shopping with me....helping me 'pick out'.....and it was fun!
He helped me make decisions!

George Gershwin wrote a song about this..."Someone to Watch Over Me".....and how fortunate I was to find someone to do just that....to make me feel so special..

The Jewish religion has us remember our loved ones on the anniversary of their passing....so I follow tradition...because it's ritual........but I really believe in my heart that it should be lit on our loved ones 'birth date'....to life!.

So....on this solemn occasion.....Jeff and I recall with loving memories this very important person in our lives....who lived according to the Rules.

May Your Soul Rest In Peace Dear Allen....Amen!



And these touching words came from Jeff.
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Mom

I REALLY liked your last webpage. I can't speak very eloquently about it, but it moved me deeply. Was it a "cathartic" experience for you at all?



And these wonderful words from Paul and Barbara,
Hi Aunt Hilda,

Its so hard to believe its been 10 years but when someone is always in your heart you don't think about time.You wrote a beautiful tribute to Uncle Allen and the life you shared together. He played such an important role in your life and Jeff's as well as ours. I wish Donna could have gotten to know him. It would have been so special. I loved how he took an interest in you and everyone and how he loved to make sure everyone was happy (like you). I still hear him each evening saying. H can I get you something? Waiting on you or anyone gave him such pleasure.....how happy he was to be in Florida....he was so kind.....thats why you stayed together....your kindness...your gentle way....how you loved children.....and all your love just lives on in Jeff and whether its a Yartseit candle we light once a year...its the fact that its not just once a year we think of him, but always...he is always in our heart.

Thank you for sharing your tribute.


love
bb and bo bo


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And this from my sweet friend Elaine who very recently lost her beloeved hsband.

Dear Hilda, Thank you, thank you for sharing the most beautiful letters I have ever read. You certainly write with so much feeling, I felt as if I could have written your letter to my beloved Bill. I know you are truly a sentimental & compassionate person, and I admire you for being the "lady" you are. I feel fortunate to have met your wonderful Alan, & I know how much he must have loved & admired you too. Hilda dear, may you always remember the good times, good memories and happiness that you & Alan shared. I'm sure he was a Prince among men. Much love, Elaine



Thank you again for another wonderful piece of prose. What lovely beautiful memories you were left with to sustain you.
I hope you have not denied yourself the pleasures that you should enjoy, because your Allan would not approve of that. If you really thought about that, put him in
your place and would you want him to miss out on what is there for him to enjoy.


You have a lot of years ahead of you. Make a few adjustments and try to bring a new beginning into your life as a continuation of the good and happy life you had before.

Thank you for my new lesson. We are leaving right now to go the Morse Geriatric Home as a Volenteers. Will work on it later.
Dear Hilda, I want you to know that I expressed myself the way I did because I consider myself a good friend of yours.


nd from my dear friend Ethel....

That is just beautiful!!!
I'm sorry that Mert and Alan didn't know each other --- I think they
would have liked each other very much ---
I don't get lumps in my throat very often - but you did it, m'dear.
Thank you for sharing.
Glad to know ya... Love you...
ethel





And from my wonderful friends Ruth and Sy..who mean so very much to me!
rfs913@webtv.net (RuthandSyFagan) Date: Sun, Feb 20, 2000, 11:06pm To: hildag1@webtv.net (Hilda Gordon) Subject: Re: And the Yartseit Candle is lit once again!
I'm overwhelmed. What a beautiful tribute. No wonder the comediens didn't make you laugh.






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I can't get over it!

Jeff and Donna have spent months researching pictures that would really be meaningful for me to put on the desktop. Now when I sit at my computer, I can see bits and pieces of my life flashing by and I'm reliving the memories of all the happenings.

I haven't led such a colorful life that would make anyone envious of me...but I've had it good and I've been blessed.

Jeff searched and found pictures of his father and me together reminding me that I once led a very normal and happy life. When Allen passed, my life that was ... disappeared! Gone! A twosome became a one-some and it was all too untimely.

We thought we had a lot of time to spend together here in our little house..but it just wasn't meant to be.

Jeff found a wonderful picture of the 3 of us..Jeff in the middle with his arms around both our shoulders sitting on the sofa.

I do not take these photos lightly...and I respect them every single day...and I'm so glad that Jeff took the time to do this for his mom.

Paul and Barbara when they were here at Chanukah gave me a digital frame...and it too houses pictures that I recall with such love and emotion. It gives me such a joyous feeling seeing all the people that I really care about and that given such meaning to my life.

Thank you, my children, for all that you do for me. I really do appreciate.

Jeff, I know how much work and effort you put into this project..and I just can't get over it.

Sipping my coffee and thinking!

It's hard for me to accept the fact that I'm fortunate enough to live in one of the best spots in our country.

People love to come here during the winter months just to keep warm.

Is this a good thing?? It all depends on what side of the counter you're on.

When we had a business, I would have welcomed them with open arms...maybe ran outside to lure them in.

Now that I'm a customer, it's a whole different situation. I like when they're gone. I like when the roads are empty. I love going to a restaurant and not waiting in line...prices on everything automatically goes up in the winter.

I guess it's called 'supply and demand'.

Am I being selfish? Do I want the sun all to myself? Do I, as the Jefferson's on TV used to say...or do I just want my piece of the pie.

Bottom line is...I wait till Easter and Passover...and then as if by magic...they've flown the coup.

Is this a narrow way of thinking? Yes, definitely, but I get my old Florida back.

I like old books...BUT

If you were asked to choose what book, other than the Bible, what book would you select our candidates were asked.

McCain said "Wealth of Nations" because he's been criticized by many for being wEAK in the economy.

Whatever it was, that 232-year-old book, published in the same year that the 13 colonies declared their independence from England, may not be completely up to date on how “the economy of the nation and the world functions.” The financial system of Smith’s time does not bear much resemblance to the one we are stuck with. If Mr. McCain wants to understand how we got into this mess, there must be more current books that he could consult.

It's interesting that in this time of such technology that he would select such a book. I don't believe I'd like him to make my portfolio decisions. Imagine a major industry in those days had a workforce of maybe l0 for a large company.

Wonder what a blacksmith made in those days.

I find it a little strange and it baffles me..so I'll stay democratic.

What do they expect?????

I have a subscription to Rainberry Bay to see their shows. MOst of them I enjoy. Others I could live without.

It so happens that Stephanie Powers was on the Playbill and I was very excited about seeing her.

I never knew she was a vocalist. Thought she was just an actress.

When she entered the stage, she was just as lovely as I remembered her from Hart to Hart.

Seems like the years just never touched her...forever young!

She was so fantastic and I was thrilled with her selection of music...and she talked about Liz Taylor and Ava Gardner who was Julie in "Showboard".

I couldn't stop applauding...

she brought her own musicians and they didn't drown her out at all.

Two other ladies came with us.

When we got to the rear of the theatre, after the show, I said wasn't she fantastic!

One said she should have been retired and can't sing. The other said maybe if she had a different selection of songs.

What negativism! I couldn't stand it! I didn't speak at all coming home. Actually I kept thinking about it the rest of the evening and early in the morning.

They truly spoiled something for me that was truly one of the highlights of my life.

Go Figure!

Voting primary in 08

I have been paying lots of attention to our politics...who's running...who's behind...who's ahead...who's religious...who's not...who's white...who's black...who's old and who's young.

I also listened heard for content! Who is sincere and really wants to make a difference in our lives.

I've come to the conclusion that they're all sincere and basically they all want the same things for us.

But gotta narrow it down. Are we what our parents were? Are we free-thinkers that listen and digest exactly what they're promising.

And then do we remember all these things for the next 4 to 8 years?

They mean well...I know that. Is it time for a woman!!!! I really think it's not gender...but it's time for someone as smart as Hilliary...so that's where I'm placing my vote.

Hope the voting machines are more honest than they were when Gore was running with Bush. It really wasn't fair.

Oh well....lots of things can still happen!

Such a sad tale!

When I was in the first or second grade my teacher told me a story which I never forgot. And the reason it has come to my mind now is because of Kuniko.

The story is about a little Japanese boy 6 years old who now lived in American with his mother and father.

His friends called him Terry but his mother insisted he be called by his Japanese name.

One day when he was playing he had an accident. His friend knocked on his friend's mother's door and screamed...Terry Terry Timko Mushka Rimbo Berri Berri Bushkie fell in the well.

By the time he uttered up all those names...little Terry had drowned.

I guess the moral to that story was shortening a name is not all that bad.

Time to forgive!

I'm of an age where I remember World War 11 extremely well. I do have to admit that I had never heard of Pearl Harbor until we were bombed. I actually had a wonderful uncle killed in Hawaii....

Why I'm on this tangent tonight is because I had a Japanese tasting party in my home today and it was really culturally interesting.

The hostess of our party, a charming middle-aged Japanese woman who came to visit for one week.

She wanted to shop, cook and feed us for a tasting party. Some of the ladies enjoyed the food...othes didn't.

I had the pleasure of collecting the plates with soup and noodles designed to enter my trash bag.

Most of it was very good...very healthy cooking with soy and beans mixed into interesting concoctions.

We all asked Kuniko different questions about her family life and her government. She admitted that she doesn't care for the emporer. I didn't know that he is the grandson of Hiroshima.

They watch CNN in their country and she drives a 17 year old small car. Gas is $7.00 a gallon..so I guess we shouldn't complain.

Everytime we asked her something, she thanked us over and over.

It was an enlightening day..and one I want to think about for some time.

The world has become very small...very global...and I guess we're all sisters.

Time is running out on 07

Writing a blog is kind of a solitary thing. I sit here and ponder where did the old year go..and did I make the most of the days.

I was introduced to a computer bought and taught by my grown-up children. Their zeal encouraged me to try to learn...and I believe I'm in the search engine everyday. I got a gps which I'm not that thrilled with..but eventually I guess it does take you to where you're going.

My niece and nephew bought me a digital frame and put all the pictures from my Picasso gallery into it.

So..my technology keeps moving along.

My friends are the same and I intend to guard them because I cherish them.

I'm ushering on a regular basis at Florida Stage..and I love it. I wear a white top and black slacks and black enclosed shoes..my uniform. The patrons when they leave thank me for a wonderful show like I had something to do with it...but it pleases me that it gave them such a pleasurable feeling.


I've given up my migrant children because the new teacher aggravated me .. and so I left.

I did it for 7 years so...maybe that's enough of that.

Jewish people are very lucky. We get to have 2 New Year's. So you would think I'd get it right one of these times.

When I think of all the New Years' past...I can't get over the fact that I've celebrated so many.

And now once again...going into another year and wondering just what is around the corner.

Mathmatically, if one were to take a calculator and figure out all the hours, minutes and seconds, we'd say...where did they all go.

Time is an abstract!

My very first poetry--and it stuck

Hi...I was going back in the deep recesses of my old brain when this poem came to mind.

I was in first grade when my teacher Miss Kirpatrick read it to us..and it must have made some kind of impression.

I didn't recall all the words...but thanks to computers...it's in there.

In a way I tried to be like the best child in this poem...I was kind of a goody two-shoes child.

WHICH LOVED BEST? by Joy Allison (1917)

"I love you, Mother, said little John;
Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on.
And he was off to the garden swing,
Leaving his mother the wood to bring.

"I love you, Mother, said rosy Nell,
"I love you better than tongue can tell."
Then she teased and pouted full half the day.
Till her mother was glad when she went to play.

I love you, Mother," said little Fan,
"To-day I'll help you all that I can;
How glad I am that school doesn't keep!"
So she rocked the babe till he fell asleep.

Then stepping softly, she took the broom,
And swept the floor, and dusted the room.
Busy and happy all day was she;
Helpful and happy as a child could be.

"I love you, Mother," again they said,
Three little children going to bed.
How do you think that mother guessed
Which of them really loved her best?

Maybe these words came to mind when I heard an old Christmas Carol "Jolly jolly Santa Clause, lean your ear this way..don't you tell a single soul...what I've got to say...etc.

I guess all thru our lives there lives a Santa although he's called by many different names...sometimes just friend which is a great big word..and I've found out you have to be one to have one.

Company's comin!

Paul and Barbara, my niece and nephew are coming to visit. I'm delighted, of course, but my culinary skills seem to have gone astray.

We all cooked for families (in our former lives) but what happened to us here in Florida.

I dunno! I watch all the cooking shows and I'm really interested..but then...I don't know what happens.

I get stymed when the actuality comes. I don't know when they're coming in tonight...so many variables...but I'm making an old dish that I made in the 50's.

Baked spaghetti...healthy and good..with lots of celery, onions, mushrooms and peppers.

My friend Ruth loaned me her chopper-uper...it's great but not so good for the palms of your hands. Maybe I'll even be black and blue.

Anyway...Barb wants to play Maj...Paul wants to ride a bike...and I'm trying to coordinate all schedules...and it's clashing in my old brain.

Help!

Younger than Springtime

My oh my...the years have been a blink of an eye. I was 17 years old when I was singing that song...and it fit then.

The thing is...I didn't think it would never not fit. I wanted time frozen...and just enjoy everything that was happening then.

Then decades rolled by and for some of them I can't even account for. They also were gone in a heartbeat.

I guess I was always in la la land...didn't want time to move on.

Now...in my later years (and it did take all this time) I realized that time waits for no one...it just goes on.

Now I look back on these moments with such nostalgia...because I truly remember most of what occurred.

Not all up...but not at all down either. I lost dear ones in my family..but I didn't have a choice...now I know for sure that God is in control.

So...I'll just keep on smiling...and enjoy life with a sense of humor.

The Written Word!

We are so fortunate. When I go to the library, it's like a magnificent buffet...so many books just to entertain me and also to make me a little smarter.

I just got to thinking about books because when I was very young, my first enrollment was in our free public library. Also my son's first connection with the outer world was his library card.

When I pick up a book, I hold it reverenly in my hands. I look to see how heavy it is...how many pages...and then I wonder about the author. Did the author think long and hard about the storyline...or just sit down and begin writing. Did he spend much time searching for the perfect verb or adjective to give the sentence the punch desired. Was it put there for shock value.

So much to wonder about and what a thrill it is to open the flap and read a little bit about the story. If it's a thriller, I immediately return it to its shelf.

After I've finished reading and digesting a good book, I love to discuss it with someone...I like to lie in bed or in the bathtub and think about it some more...such enjoyment.


The earliest dated printed book known is the "Diamond Sutra", printed in China in 868 CE. However, it is suspected that book printing may have occurred long before this date.
In 1041, movable clay type was first invented in China. Johannes Gutenberg, a goldsmith and businessman from the mining town of Mainz in southern Germany, borrowed money to invent a technology that changed the world of printing. Johannes Gutenberg invented the printing press with replaceable/moveable wooden or metal letters in 1436 (completed by 1440). This method of printing can be credited not only for a revolution in the production of books, but also for fostering rapid development in the sciences, arts and religion through the transmission of texts.


So..thank God for the printing press. The Egyptians used hierglyphics which is still preserved in the pyramids today.

I believe this is the greatest time in history for upcoming authors.

First of all...they can do all their research on the internet which really lightens their load. Now, all they have to do is weave a delightful storyline around it...and there you have a novel.

I make is sound so simplistic. Who am I kidding!! And I'm also grateful for paperbacks...so much easier to hold.

no one complains about their portfolios!

It's absolutely amazing to me. When I go to the pool the conversation is not very stimulating.... Look at the cloud formation..do you think it's going to rain...should they cook or go out to dinner....was their game good last night.

Nary a word is being said about our freefall on the stock market. Maybe everybody was smarter than me and put their money into cd's.

I'm in mutual funds...growth and balanced funds...and no matter how diversified I am...they're all going down.

In Charles Dickins time they talked about going to the poor house.

Where is the poor house. Is it the street people? I really don't know.

Or is the poor house h.p.3...because we're living here as cheaply as we could possibly live anywhere.

When we're not driving and someone picks us up, is it right to offer a buck toward the gas...since it's shooting skyward?

I think it is! And when we go to the Boys and we see big bags of peppers and apples and eggplants outside for a buck, should we buy this...or is this their spoilage soon?

Is that like buying food that's reached its expiration date? I need some help on these things.

What to do! What to Do!

This letter is from Paul, my nephew!

 
Thanks for asking about the ride. The Sea Gull Century ride was very nice and not as difficult as in Virginia and Maryland because it was relatively flat. But that means no coasting so you pedal all the time and it can get windy near the ocean. See photos on the web site (http://www.seagullcentury.org/) and also click on Ride Details and the PDF route map.



I have a book on long distance cycling and Lance's training book so I was prepared. I used my training data and the Reston metric century (100 km which is 65 miles) data (I rode that in August –-- much more hilly) to predict that I could do the 100 miles in an average of 14 MPH and 10-11 hours elapsed at a cadence average of between 80 and 90 RPM on a flat route with wind. This would keep me aerobic (60-65% to 80-85% of max heart rate) and not cross over to anaerobic heart rate (85% max) which kills the energy level (latic acid "burn" starts at about 85% of max heart rate). I finished with 14.0 MPH average at 10 hours elapsed and 7:08 actual ride time with 85 RPM cadence average. The time difference was in time spent at rest stops every 20-22 miles. Ending energy to spare and an ending sprint! My speed, time and cadence parameters were right on, as planned! Next could be a double metric century (125 miles).



(I just love technical and analytical sports!). (where one doesn't need a lot of strength or coordination).



Mostly a nice ride when we were on small roads through wooded areas. Long flat stretches through farm areas were not so interesting. I did not have time to look for the wild ponies on Assateague (“ass-fatigue”) Island.



Rider stats next in forwarded message.



Paul

Paul is my nephew of whom Im very proud. Not only does he enjoy participating in this great sport...but he's keeping healthy by keeping his glucose level where it should be.

To me, Paul is still a boy! But truth to tell, he just celebrated his 60th...and he'll remain young forever because of his outlook on life and the way he exercises. He doesn't want to take insulin...so he really works at it.

He started training many many months ago for this Bike Century which is 100 miles.

Now to me...I get tired just thinking about it...but I spoke to Paul and he said he could have gone farther without any problem.

Am I proud...or am I proud! Keep up the good work, Paul!

When I started biking, there were no gears...just pedal. We lived on steep hills and if you were of a mind to cycle uphill, you had to stand to give yourself leverage..at least I did.

Biking was my first independent way of transportation and I was thrilled with it. I was in control...I could just go.

My parents let my sister and I buy a rear-view mirror to mount on our bike, and I think I was so busy glancing in the rear view that sometimes I forgot to look where I was going.

Many times we were daring and rode with our feet on the handlebars.

I think I would have killed Paul or Jeff if I had seen them do this. Also sometimes, we rode 2's. One sat..and the other stood pedaling.
Oh what fun.

Life at High Point

 
Life here at High Point in Delray Beach is very relaxed and easy especially when we eliminate from our minds how bad the hurricane was 2 years ago.

Today most of us are as prepared as we can get if one should happen to come our way. Mostly I enjoy here the delightfulness of our swimming pool. Good great exercise and it's also my social life.

But ..and there's always a but. When I moved here, we had a lot going on. We had a Ladies Club and a Men's Club which was fun.

Then someone got the idea we should just incorporate the 2 and make it a Social Club.

We were thrilled to come to the meetings and talk about what we were planning to do next.

Then 2 years ago, our Board decided that it was illegal to have a social club because dues were collected, all of $10 a year, and people who did not belong to our club would not be allowed to come. Also that there would be $100 fee for setting up the chairs and taking them down again.

Never before had we heard this and I have lived here since 1988. The board said that now we would have a social committee who would decide everything.

Well, the only things we have going is Bingo and shuffleboard on Friday nights in season.

Gone are the parties...gone are the shows. Ruth Fagan and I ran a Mother's Day party with little success there and we were critized for having it.

The powers that be would have us believe that nobody supported these activities. Not true...it's just that we have apathy here for the way things are being planned.

Most of us have surpassed our productive years .. and now we want to have a little fun.

We have quite a few homes for sale and I used to do screening and the newcomers would ask what do we have going on. I would explain that we had a Social Club with entertainment...and also on a Tuesday another show for $4.00 with refreshments.

And I was proud to tell them all of our amenities. So..what happened.

Is that really asking too much???

Old Fashioned Jacks

 

Even when I was little I was not very dexterious with my hands. Does having little fingers have anything to do with this skill.

Anyhow..this is how we spent a lot of our summers..on the sidewalk or on the porch.

Later in life when we had a toy store, we sold a "SUPER BALL"...and it really had lots of bounce. Too bad I wasn't a little girl then because the super ball would fly high an I'd be able to pick up all the jacks.

I was much better at pickup sticks'. Today I would flunk that too. Do you recall all those colored wooden sticks that were not allowed to touch another? By the hour we had the patience to play these games.

How about checkers...I always took the black ones...reminded me of licorice. And how you'd scream in excitement...King Me--King Me!

And I musn't forget tic tac toe..you take X and I'll take O. We were happy and content with simple games..and that's how we spent our summers.

Licking the batter!!!!

 
As long as there have been mixers, and even before, with hand beaters, children took great pleasure in licking the beater.

I also enjoyed it when Jeff licked the beaters because I knew it was good. He would stand waiting for it to be done...so he could lick.

Now..today...do children still do this. We're told uncooked eggs can cause salmonella poisoning.

Did the scientists that watch over us take that away from our children today...the delight of licking the beaters.

I did it when I was a child...and I can just see the pleasure on my Mother's face. She gave one beater to me and one to my sister.

No one ever got sick from this tongue exercise!

What a pleasurable memory!

The tree in my backyard!

 

Musings on a dreary day in hurricane season! She sits just like a guest in her own home!


Should be cleaning or straightening up drawers or doing paperwork,

Doing busy stuff.

She can't make up her own mind whether she's just disorganized or plain old-fashioned lazy!

In a portion of her huge bedroom, that also serves as her den, a recliner awaits her elderly body, like an eager loving mother, with both arms extended, inviting her to recline, rock or sit.

She has choices! Once this decision is made.., read a book, turn on tv or fool around with her computer... .another option is open to her... just looking out the window and viewing what the wind gusts are doing to her world. She is drawn to the latter..

Her windows, three glass panes that could bear a washing , reveal a very large tree, probably in the neighborhood Joyce Kilmer had in mind, when he wrote his famous poem, turned song.

Although she lives in High Point, Florida now the day seems 'northerly'... bearing no usual sunshine The branches lush with leaves, but ready to let go, shed green and brown flakes snowlike, reminding her of another time and another place, blowing without direction around her sky.

The wind has taken on a life of its own now shaking all this majesty to the waiting green sandy earth below. blanketing a patch for the crawling red ants to settle, tiny salamanders bearing resemblence to huge dinosaurs of a zillion years ago when the world was young, and all the other critters that travel about. Each busy with whatever naure intended.

The only thing standing staunch and straight is the tree trunk itself, letting the branches know that it's in total control. The weatherbeaten bark showing the wear and tear of its enviroment `is displaying imperfections of algae and age In its imperfections-- there is beauty.

For the 19 years of watching this window scene, never once has she stepped foot to venture out in her backyard. And even though her spiritual philosopy is to "live and let live", she is deadly afraid of ants, snakes and wasps.

During all this activity, the birds sense change and they also flutter here and there, sometimes landing on the window sill where they peck at their own reflection. Her specially- treated windows only reveal what is happening outside.

Inside not a critter can spy on her.

As she still watches all this drama
unfold, she glimses a furry squirrel scurrying up and down the tree, defying all the laws of gravity.

A wristwatch glance makes her aware that she has spent three quarters of an hour, just "looking". And while all this entertainment has been taken place she realizes that she has been "thinking".

The thoughts have run so randomly that it's hard confirming what she was even day dreaming about. Was it the past! Was it the future...or just being, in the here and now.

It doesn't matter al all . Fact is she's found contentment within herself.

She thanks G-d for her Abundance and knows that she has been blessed in life.

At this particular moment...all is well!

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This was written a few years ago. Today, however, Cornelius and Joseph came with their cart and a big long tree trimmer and cut off the branch facing my bedroom window...so if we should get a hurricane...it won't come crashing against my window.

The board acted very promptly when I made known about the branch..that was almost like an offspring of the tree.
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oodles of noodles of fun!

 
Such good innocent fun we have in our pool! All the seniors gather and quite a few bring their noodle.

Some recline...some lay on top and kick...I like to ride it like a bicycle. I cross the pool many times in this way pedaling my legs and swimming my arms.

Actually, it's amazing but I can get a pretty good workout this way. The noodle is a weight but we sure know we're not going to get a hernia from this...but it is effective.

I also put it under my foot and pump it like an old tire pump..and that's a thing of the past too.

They come in all different colors...and the price is sooo right.

Hope to see you in my pool...splishing and splashing on your noodle!

When I first moved to High Point, the Board of Directors did not permit us to use noodles.

Then they relented and let us use it just during our water exercise class.

How relentless they were...and how frustrated we were.

I'm sure glad they they have relaxed the rules. Every condo permits them. Our Board is now more in tune with the times.

The old water pump!

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When I was a little girl, one of the things I really wanted was a water pump.

It looked like so much fun! However, if you took a sip of this water, it had a very strong taste of sulphur.

I had a lot of trouble pumping it because I was so little and skinny..and I guess not very strong. I used all of my strength to lower the handle and get a couple of drops out of it.

Why do I think of this today! Because we're in a boil-your-water for at least 2 days. If we wanted to eat out, can we trust the restaurants to do this? I dunno! Maybe we should just stay home and boil.

The only time I ever saw these pumps was when we would take a drive out to the country. I didn't realize then that this was a real hardship on the folks living in that house.

To me...it was simplicity! Now I have learned better!

Beautiful A1A

 

My husband Allen only had 2 years of living in Florida. He loved it...but he particularly adored driving on A1A. He called it the never-ending garden..but this was his particular spot. If you've driven north...you've gone through this bountilfullness. There's no such word..but it's a lushness that spreads across the top of the road.

We would drive to Manalapan for an ice cream cone. We would window-shop the beautiful windows of the stores...and then we would feast.

Now that I have a GPS...I must drive up there once again.

The old carpet beater!

 
It was a family affair! A carpet was put over the clothes line and all the members of the family, little ones too, took turns beating the rug.

This was when I was a young child. I wonder how many people remember this. Then wall to wall carpeting came into style and rugbeating was an art of the past.

Also just plain hardwood floors were fashionable. Tiling hadn't been a thing of beauty then. It was reserved only for kitchens and bathrooms..and it was called linoleum.

What a long way we've come. When I was first married a guy came to the door selling Electrolux sweepers. I said I had only bare hardwood floors. He came in and ran his wand up and down my drapes...and into the speaker of my stereo system...and the junk that came out made me buy it. When my husband Allen came home, he thought I was crazy for buying a carpet sweeper without any carpets.

Maybe that's when I got the nickname 'dingbat'...long before Archie Bunker used it.

Anyway...housekeeping is a breeze today...especially in Florida!

Such rage!

 

It was the day before Yom Kippur...the Holiest Day of the Jewish Year.

I was shopping at Famous Market in King's Point for some break-the-fast foods and when I was leaving the store, I saw a very angry shrieking heavy woman pounding on a car with a man sitting in the driver seat. I couldn't hear all her conversation but she was screaming at him that he pulled into her parking spot while she was waiting to drive in.

He was red-faced and screaming at her ...I hope you get the worst venerial disease ever and suffer...and I hope you get it in your mouth.

I stood there shocked. I wanted to say...and this is how you want to be inscribed in the Jewish New Year!

I didn't say a word though...I was afraid of these crazy people..that they would pounce on me..the innocent by-stander.

I can't get it out of my mind. These two souls found each other..filthy mouths...and I was a witness.

I'm still outraged! Why can't people be kind to one another. Why?

Can't fault them on their packaging!

The microphone on the computer was malfunctioning today...so I headed in the direction of Radio Shack.

They at least find things for you. Well, I got this cute little upright mike by Logitech...made in China.

Okay...got it home...took it out of their bag...and the blister pack covering this was the best-kept secret.

First I tried with finger nails to open. Then..a big knife..nothing! Finally I used a big pair of scissors...and there was layer after layer of this heavy-duty blister pack.

And then when I think I'm finished....another big blister pack is under this one.

IF they're worried that someone's going to steal this out of the pack, they don't need to worry at all. It's almost impossible.

What isn't impossible is if someone just takes the whole darnation thing...very easy to shoplift.

What were they thinking????

3 generations of the Millstone Family

 

I'm thrilled to say these are my cousins whom I love dearly. They are very important in my life. Each one has a very interesting story to tell.

I go through my life laughing!

 

Chicken Soup ..so many books have been written about this wonderful taste..Chicken Soup for the Soul...doctors have even written about it! The soup is salty and keeps you from dehydrating.

Chicken soup, not from a can, reminds me of Friday nights..High Holidays...and when I was sick and felt coddled and nurtured. Maybe that's why the memories are so good.

What does laughter have to do with chicken soup? I don't know...but when I'm happy I laugh...and chicken soup makes me feel happy.

Whether it has matzo balls..noodles...carrots..or just plain...it's soo good.

Santa has an almost empty bag!

 

It's really a very sad state of affairs! Santa doesn't come from the North Pole, at least not a direct route..but via China.

And we all know whatxappening to the toys manufactured in China.

LEAD POISONING1111111

My husband Allen and I had a store in downtown New Kensington, Pa. and we always prided ourselves that the shelves were brimming to the ceiling. This was our great wealth...our stock. People were impressed with what an inventory we carried.

Now let me go back 19 years....right about this time we would be going out of our minds~

Nothing to sell! Nothing on our shelves! Our toys came from Mattel, Fisher-Price and every other manufacturer of toys.

I'm trying to envision what would have happened if this were today. How would we able to cope with this dreadful situation.

Our customers would be returning all the toys they bought from us. And also ones that they didn't. Why go to Pittsburgh when there was a toy store right in their own home town. No need to go to Toys R Us...just return them to Gordon Toys. What's the difference!

How do you explain to little children that the toys they're playing with must be taken away now...not to give to other little needy boys and girls...but because they're poisoned.

What kind of explanation is this. Between the terrorists...the bees that aren't pollinating...and now the toy scandal...it's not a happy time.

I think now this is a great thing that has happened with China. This is surely a wake-up call to America....bring out the old proud banner...MADE IN AMERICA.

A cuppa

Hi...I feel really great...I had a response from Amber, Davi and Steve's daughter before I even wrote it. Just the icon! Now that's great writing...just the blank page.

What I was going to say is wha kind of tea to drink. Iced tea served to me in a restaurant tastes so much better than my own. Don't know why but it's the truth. Last year I was just drinking green tea because it's supposed to have all kinds of properties to build your immune system.

Tea was used for thousands of years .

RitzCarlton features their famous 'high tea'...which I have yet to partake.

When I was little I used to sing a song about Polly Put the Kettle On...and the kids today sing...I'm a Little Teapot...here is my Handle .. Here Is my spout.

THE STORY OF TEA

All tea comes from the same plant - Camellia sinensis - an evergreen, tropical plant with green, shiny pointed leaves that was originally indigenous only to China and India.

Tea drinking spread throughout Chinese culture. By the third century A.D. there were already many stories being told and written about tea and its benefit. The first book on tea, the Ch'a Ching, was written around 780 A.D. by Lu Yu, who had been raised by scholarly Buddhist monks in one of China's finest monasteries.

The three-volume book covered tea growing, processing, brewing, and drinking, as well as the history of famous early tea plantations, and contained many illustrations of tea making utensils.

Peter Stuyvesant in 1650 imported the first tea to colonists in America in the Dutch settlement of New Amsterdam. By the time Britain acquired the small settlement in1664 and renamed it New York, the settlers there were already confirmed tea drinkers, consuming more tea than all of England put together.

TEXT-ALIGN: left">I hope they haven't put lead in tea because every day brings a new event about Chinese products. For all I know the keyboard I'm using to type this, may contain lots of lead. Who knows!!!!!

Meet my Teachers!

 
This is Jeff and Donna, not only my kids, but the ones who taught me to use this.

While Jeff and I were at the pool, Donna would be preparing things that I needed to have inserted so that I would know what to do when they left...like typing an evelope in a computer...or putting a graphic in my blog...so many things.

When we returned, after lunch, Jeff would sit me down in this chair, and instruct over and over again...what a desktop is..how to use each of the icons...how to do everything that I needed to know at that time.

When they visit again..I'll be eagerly awaiting more lessons. Thanks Jeff and Donna!

This is Jeff the one I birthed!

 

wrote this a few years ago...but I ressurected it because it's time for another very special birthday!

You Grew Up....but when did this happen! My Birthday Boy--Man

I can't believe I'm writing a website page for your birthday, Jeff!



And so time has marched on!
My dear Jeff.....I have so much to say to you...and the years of enjoying you...almost 47 of them plus one more...the 9 months I carried you...and that's when Dad and I first fell in love you you.

Imagine we didn't even know you yet, but we knew we would adore you...and we were never once disappointed. You fit the bill!

You just happen to be a very nice person...and now I'm remembering all the years of your life with the tenderest of memories...that you've lived so far.....but the best is yet is come!

Like for instance how on Saturday mornings, you would sit so close to the television set to watch your cartoons, with the sound hardly audible, because you ddn't want to wake your sleeping mother.
And I would eventually walk into the living room...and there you were, munching on a box of cold cereal....but letting me sleep...lazy mother!

Gosh when you were so tiny, and our front door (50's style) had 3 windows going horizontally...and you could barely reach the low window, but you would stand there on your tip-toes waving bye bye to daddy who was off to work.. He would honk his horn until you were no longer visible....and you would stand there waving until he was no longer in sight. Such an endearing memory to hold in my heart..

You couldn't possibly know because you were sleeping, but the very last thing that daddy did every nght was to straighten your body in bed for the night and arrange the covers. It didn't matter that you would re-adjust yourself 5 minutes later.. It made him feel good...like a carress to his son!

And, Jeff, you were such a poor eater. Until this very second, It didn't occur to me....perhaps you didn't like my cooking...but, poor kid, you lived at our house...so you were a captive audience.

How proud we always were on report card day...you would always bring home all A's....but you never made a fuss....you were just a good student. On PTA nights the teachers all had glowing things to say about you....like if there were others like you, their jobs would be easier. Their only complaint....you didn't volunteer.

Our little ranch-type house had only one bathroom....and if it was occupied and somebody else needed to use it...he magic word NEXT was the command...and the room would be immediately available. Our little family of 3 were very respectful of one another.

And this is crazy....but I was absolutely thrilled when you were temporarily expelled from Valley High Marching Band because you played hookey and went to a basketball game. You were all boy and that was good too!.

Dad and I enjoyed your Cub Scout Blue and Gold Banquets.......did you? The meatloaf, mashed potatoes and peas.....Duncan Hines cake after.

Do you know, Jeff, when you were very little, and I'd try to picture you the man....I wasn't able to visualize it.

Well now, I have the pleasure of remembering the boy....and seeing the man!

And so, my son,my birthday wish for you is to be happy ...in your marriage with wonderful Donna...in your own home-based computer business...and with life in general.

Life was meant to be happy.

Happy Birthday....Jeffy

Love.........Mom