Halloween 2008

My spooks have come and gone! Hardly have had any trick or treaters way to much candy left over, not a good thing for me I think the last person who shows up tonight will get all the leftovers so it does not end up on my thighs. The funniest costume I have seen so far tonight was a toilet! Almost did not dare open the lid for fear of what might be in it,,,,,it was pretty clever.

A Daisy A Day

This is a wall hanging quilt that I made for Mom this past Mother's Day.

 

 

 



Daisy A Day

He remembers the first time he met her
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed

He remembers her sweet way of singing'
Honey has something' gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin'
And the reason he wrote her this song

I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

They would walk down the street in the evening'
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eye

As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go tagging' along
We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing her his song

I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

Now he walks down the street in the evening'
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believin'
He's holding' her hand like before

For he feels all her love walked' with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day

I'll give you a daisy a day dear
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

This a picture of my beautiful Mom it was taken at the time her and Dad were getting married.
Daisies of course are her favorite flower, which then makes this her favorite song that my Dad would sing to her. At the graveside of my Dad all the grand children and great grand children placed a daisy on top of his casket as they were saying their goodbyes. click on link and you can listen to the song. http://solosong.net/daisy.html

On the Lagoon Trail

Kacy , Great-grandma Spencer, Hadley and I went toto frolic in the autumn leaves most the pictures I took of Haddie are blurry because she was in overdrive and trying to catch her to be still was impossible for me.

Dad's Boots written by Janette

This is a poem written by my sister Janette that she posted on her blog. My daughter Kacy did the photo shop , she did four different versions. This is one of the others that I liked.

Take-a-peek

JUMP OVER TO THE *brOdERick BLOG* SHE HAS POSTED UP HER PICTURES OF THE PARTY. SHE GOT GREAT ONES OF THE GREEN EYED PINATA THAT ALL THE CHILDREN GOT TO WACK AT.

*2008*Pumpkin Party

Sorry I have had technical difficulties getting this up and running and in the process lost the previous comments so *thank you* to those who left some yesterday. We had a total of 14 great-grandchildren that participated in the fun and festivities. Mom was in great spirits for it all, thank you Queen of the Punkin Patch again.

REMINISCE....to recall past experiences

He is very much on my mind today.

här′vist ā ˈmem-rē

TWO YEARS OF HARVEST
HAVE PASSED US BY
I STILL REMEMBER
THE GLEAM IN YOUR EYES
AS ALL OF THE CHILDREN
GATHERED ROUND
WITH HOPES OF A
GREAT PUMPKIN
WOULD SOON BE FOUND

HOW YOU WOULD GRIN
FROM EAR TO EAR
AS EACH CHILD
YOU WOULD TAKE
TO PICK THE ONE
THEY THOUGHT WAS GREAT

MEMORIES OF YOU
ARE PLANTED IN THIS FIELD
AND WITH EVERY
PUMPKIN PICKED
THE CHILDREN HARVEST
A MEMORY OF THE MAN
WE MISS

*Remember*

“Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.”

Kent Nerburn quote

The Quilt

The Quilt

It took me more than twenty, nearly twenty five years I reckon in the evenings after supper when the children were all put to bed, my whole life is in that quilt.
It scares me sometimes when I look at it. All my joys and all my sorrows are stitched into those little pieces.
When I was proud of the boys and when I was downright provoked and angry with them.

And John to he was stitched into that quilt and all the thirty years we were married. Sometimes I love and sometimes sat there hating him as I pieced the patches together.
So they are all in that quilt, my hopes and fears, my joys, my sorrow, my loves and hates.
I tremble sometimes when I remember what that quilt knows about me.
Written by an unknown great-grandmother

I found this story at the time when we were planning my parents 50th wedding anniversary, it really struck a chord with me so I read this story before I presented the quilt to them that I had made. When making their quilt I thought about the struggles they went through as children, neither of them had I guess you could say a wonderful childhood. Married young, Mom had all four of us girls by the time she was 23, they both worked hard for us and I am truly grateful. There have been times that I have made things for people not for the pat on the back ,but it is more about what went into the project, the things I tend to make have a reason behind them, I really think about that person and what they have meant to me in my life and what I have learned from them. So when I found this story I really could relate to this women and what she went through and how at times my life is stitched into the things that I do.
The picture of the quilt is an antique quilt owned by my Mother-in-law that has been passed down by many generations it is truly beautiful quilt. I wonder what memories have been stitched into that one.

Unkown Author

Another Year Older

Gosh how I get teary going through pictures to see how fast life is passing by.
Happy Birthday my little man. You are truly loved by many. May you grow strong and healthy (try to stay out of the ER rooms.)
Hop over to Aunt Kacy's blog and see what she had to say about you.

Happy Birthday Leeann!

Happy Birthday Cousin!! Hope you have a great day.

And to Heather and Heidi skip over to the Shifflett blog to see what their Mom had to say about them!