Monday, August 31, 2009
Back to Laura Beth's comment on my post. She was drawn to my meal descriptions - I'm guessing she was salivating and having heart tugs to be on the scene, around the table - Well, if you follow her blog and a lot of folks do - you've learned that she is very transparent and doesn't fake anything. She tells it like it is. She bemoaned the fact that as a young mother she isn't doing the Sunday Meal situation. I want to clear something up.
I have a distinct memory of being a young mom - with just Ann and Laura Beth - 18 months apart and wanting to begin the good memory traditions. We were just getting started at Calvary Baptist and loving the security of that church family - and I wanted to be able to come home and have a good Sunday meal after the good fellowship at church. So I did that - I started with a determination to have those meals - but my girls were little and those Sunday afternoons turned into many hectic moments - They would be so sleepy and getting them fed and down for a nap was time consuming - plus all the cleanup of the meal - There was no rest and Sundays should be restful and relaxing if possible, as much as possible. Plus, in those days, we thought if we didn't get back for church training and evening church - well - that our world would collapse, I guess. The light bulb went off in my brain one afternoon, knee deep in dishes and so tired - "This is crazy!", I thought. I'll just have to make the "meal memories" at a later time - when the girls are older. After that we did easy quick stuff, often McDonalds or whatever else. Then Sarah and Kate came along and at some point we gathered around the table for Sunday meals again and it wasn't so crazy.
I just love Sunday Dinner, as I said yesterday.
But when the girls got a lot older as in Teenagers, not only Sunday Dinners but evening meals also fell by the wayside. There were so many different schedules and so many different eating habits - people were on diets and older and independent - We lost the "around the dinner table habit/routine".
Next phase, College and Marriage - and for a little bit it was just Charlie and me. Just for a little bit. I remember wishing I had enough people to motivate Sunday dinner - but it was just the two of us and I just was not inspired to do big cooking - but then Ann, Steve and the children moved back and here we are and I really enjoy the Sunday Meal situation and making those "family" memories. But it's the only meal in the week that I cook that big and I really enjoy it. Rest of the week? Ask my girls. Don't cook much - just last minute things like Pasta with whatever tossed into it - or a really good Salad that Charlie makes - it's loaded and soooooo good.
So - Laura Beth and young moms - you have many years to cook and create around the table memories on Sunday - if you so desire - It's very early in the game for you - you'll get there eventually. Just love those babies.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
What did anyone else have for lunch?
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Alarm went off early to wake Charlie for early morning men's bible study.
Usually sleep takes over following that unsettling noise, but this morning random thoughts got me out of bed.
Wonderful coffee. Black/Brown - Hot. That first cup is something to get up for.
Early mornings have always been better to me than waking much later. Slow starts, savoring the quiet, early sounds and prayers for the day.
The computer drew me in - which created a question - what is it about the computer. There are people in it whom I know - my girls, my friends, my sister who might email if she's had a sleepless night - or a game or 2 similiar to mother's crossword puzzles. Spider Solitaire and Free Cell are my games. Also wanted to change the disney music. Playlist will continue to keep that for Ellie and we can listen when she's here, but I had to get off of that and what better sounds than old hymns early in the morning at the beginning of the day.
This is a morning post, bringing to mind a quote shared before on this blog site - written by my grandfather and something I see on my kitchen wall each morning when retrieving that first cup of coffee.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I realize I go back in time to my childhood quite a bit. I'm ready to get off of this subject, but for two days now Ellie has seen my posts up on the computer screen and heard the music and she's loving the pictures. Yesterday she wanted to see Belle up here. I downloaded, off the internet, several Disney princess images. In spite of the fact that my yellow ink had run out - I printed out the images for her on regular computer paper. That was on Sunday. I told her the colors would be wrong. Belle's dress came out pink. She liked that. But I told her I would get some yellow ink. I did that yesterday. It was a priority. I did it after she had been at my house - so she hasn't seen the true colors printed out. Anyway - as I readied myself for the day, she stood in front of this computer, "working with the mouse" and staring at the screen. She saw her name on my blog where I've titled my music, "Ellie's Music". She came into the bathroom where I was putting on makeup and said, "Near! My name is on there!". I walked in to see what she was talking about. Ellie still says Furmaid for mermaid and Sleeping Judy for Sleeping Beauty - simply because none of us have corrected her. We're still going along with it. It's gotten out of hand. She can say correct words, but whose going to be the one to come clean with the whole thing? I think that's Ann's job....I'm feeling a bit deceptive - but I love hearing her say Sleeping Judy and Little Furmaid. On words? Yesterday Luke said AlaKirby for Albuquerque. He was talking to Laura Beth and I was telling him to tell her that Poppie was flying back to Albuquerque. That's what he said. AlaKirby. I can't remember how he pronounced Chattanooga, where Poppie(Wayne) had been, but I can assure you it was cute. The only thing is that Ellie and Luke are both old enough now, that when we discuss their cute antics, they hear us and feel a bit "laughed at". We have to be careful. They don't appreciate the humor in it. Children need to be taken seriously and respected...but they're just so cute!!!!! They bring so many smiles.
Okay - so seeing those Disney images - and hearing the magic in the music - I went again to the internet. There are so many folks out there who collect old things. Amazing psychology in that - that we do that!!! At least I'm not the only one. So many are much more into it than I. And I can count on that when I dive into cyberspace. So I did that yesterday and I found the exact image of the Miss Revlon Doll which I received for Christmas, one year, when I was at the peak of those "magical feelings" which little girls have. Here she is and I see her and remember how it felt and how beautiful I thought she was. I've done something similar to this before on an older post - but I don't think I have found this exact image before. This doll isn't even for sale. I was at a site that features so many Miss Revlon dolls. It stated that this particular doll belonged to an exclusive collection of somebody. Anyway...here she is...again.
Same dress, same shoes, same hair, same earrings. And if we could see her from the back, I know we'd see the same seams in her pantyhose.
I know I've talked about my Chatty Cathy doll - which I do still have - only not the original dress and box. Also, I've restyled her hair because it got a bit out of control. I trimmed it and she looks good. She also can wear all the American Doll Clothes - same body I suppose. She looks good in them. I've posted pictures of her before this. I think it was around Christmas of 2008. Anyway - I googled Chatty Cathy. - and guess what? Below are photos of a Vintage, same as mine, Chatty Cathy, never taken out of the box. It's for sale on ebay. 51.00 is the most recent bid!!!!! I would do that. I would bid on her if I could, but right now Charlie would just give up on my ever having any common sense...which I don't naturally have a lot of....I am not naturally reasonable....unreasonable is more appealing....but I was raised on reasonable and on common sense.....so I do find comfort in stability, reasonable, practical - but my gaze always goes toward the erratic...just a bit. So - here is how she looked that Christmas morning - I got these photos off of ebay. It's the box....it's all of it....just like she looked. I'd forgotten about the hairband. This is the same dress and everything!!! Do you get the same thrill in your tummy when you gaze upon this????
Ahhhhh....childhood..... and the way we felt. It's so fun looking through my grandchildrens' eyes. Seeing how they see.
Isn't she sweet and so new looking. I marked it on ebay as an item to be watched. I have about 5 days to keep from bidding. I have about 5 days to go back and consider buying her. Yipes.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
About playing dressup.
I have a vivid memory regarding that. I was probably about 4 - I see these images and know how I felt - I think the feeling is very young and the visual perspective is out of probably 4 year old eyes - maybe nearing 5 but no older. I wanted to play dressup - so I remember walking through the den, through the kitchen, to the back/side screen door. I knew Mother was out on the back "stoop" doing something. Her back is to me and she is kneeling down doing something - in task mode. And I say, casually, hopefully, "Mother, can I get out the dressup clothes?" That would refer to about 3 outfits Mary Ann and I had - a stash of old dressy dresses - childsize evening wear - probably from former plays, events - perhaps dance recitals that Mary Ann had been in - (Mom never enrolled me in dance classes - only Mary Ann - who never enjoyed the stage - but I LOVED the stage as a child - give me the spotlights, the footlights, the applause and laughter of the crowd - I loved it)
Anyway, I submitted my request to Mom - who answered "No, not now". I started with a slight whine of a "Please" and she said "No", again. I got whinier and begged harder and asked why - to which she probably just answered that she didn't want to get all of that out right then. I think I remember something like that. What I really remember is how frustrated and mad I was on the inside. I also never recall her stopping her task to turn around and answer - she continued what she was doing and I continued to beg through the screen door - getting angrier and knowing she wasn't budging. The feeling was that she didn't have a clue what it felt like to be my age and want to play dress up as badly as I did. I loved it. So I just told her, in a very raised voice - not disrespectful - but within the bounds of my being able to express my displeasure with her choices - "WHEN I GROW UP I'M GOING TO PLAY DRESSUP WHENEVER I WANT TO!!!!" I still don't recall any remorse on her part. I remember thinking inside, "I know you think I won't do that because I'll be grownup, but I will. I'll never not want to play dressup". The memory ends there, with my walking back into the kitchen and it fades off. I don't know what I did after that instead of playing with the dressup clothes.
Mom was very kind and flexible - and tolerant - I just caught her at a moment when she didn't want to fool with it.
I always remembered that scene - and with four girls in my home - when they were small - I kept a box of "dressup" clothes which they could access at anytime. They did. I have some great pix of them in their showy garments. The box was in their closet and Ann has one for Ellie at her house. I even have a special "dressup clothes" basket which Ellie and Ada and Luke can get to - mostly Ellie uses it because Ada is only now getting to the age of choosing that. Luke certainly doesn't think of it unless Ellie thinks of it for him. There's not much in the basket for little boys to wear. Ellie absolutely loves the dressup game and she has a grandmother who respects that greatly.
Probably if Mother had a do over she'd think, "I don't know why I didn't keep that stuff out so you could just do it whenever" - but she didn't think of that. There must have been a reason because we had so much to play with and Mother let us do so much which I didn't have the patience for when I was a mom. I think for us adults and Mothers of small children, it's just whatever we can handle at the time - on any given day and at any given hour.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sarah and Kate are both now back at Auburn. We had a wonderful summer with them here. All 4 of us "adults" had moved into the summer with a bit of apprehension. None of us are accustomed to living in the same "dwelling" anymore, for any length of time. But we did it and it worked out. It more than worked out and we had a pleasant time of it. I think that as we moved toward the time they would return to Auburn, we were all feeling the readiness of it. Still, as glad as I am of their "living" situations down there, and as much as I know they are content where they are, and as glad as I am to have my "spot" on the couch back again - well - I feel a little sad today. I can't see their faces when I want to. I guess that's it. I still think of Ann, Kate, & Sarah as blondes with blonde faces, and I still think of Laura Beth as redheaded with a redheaded face. Anybody understand that? I'm grateful Ann lives so close - as in....Scottsboro - I musn't take that for granted. Albuquerque was soooo far away - and I do think I handled that well - but now that she's so close well it would be hard to have that distance again - it might happen someday - so I want to enjoy this. Now McDonough, where Laura Beth is, seems far. Atlanta used to seem close compared to New Mexico. It's all relative. Auburn - well - it's south Alabama. I love South Alabama.
I just returned, yesterday, from Evergreen - my dear, faded, not the same, Evergreen. Now my aunt Florence has moved to Tallahassee to be with her children. So - here's what I have - Mary Ann, my sister, is there. My aunt, Mary, and uncle, John Law, are there with my cousin, Melissa, and my cousin, Edward. I have my cousin, Bert, and his wife, Susan living there (in the house where I grew up). Their son, Michael, and his wife, Sharon, are there with their teenaged son, Michael, Jr. Their daughter, Susan Ann, is at Auburn. There used to be so many more - and so many gatherings -
so as I've paused from typing, indulging in a few tears that really aren't so bad but cleansing, I ask Mother, as if she can hear me, to please tell me I needn't fret - that it's all just a continuation - only better - in eternity - and that it really is just a matter of a brief bit of time - and I can see her again - and Daddy - and the other family members whom I have the assurance of seeing. Most of them. Really. I want to see them all.
Isn't God's grace and salvation beyond words to describe - the riches that not only can we have eternal life - but a life here on earth empowered by Him. and a blessed life, no matter what the circumstances are. Is there anything to do but give our life to Him - living in Him - and passionately for Him - surrendered, dependent on Him - leaning, leaning, and hoping to look like Him - trusting Him to make us sanctified, set apart for His glory. How can we live any other way? What else matters - so that when all the things on this earth that we hold so dear, when those dissolve and sift through our fingers - He's there - He's always there - never absent - ahhh ... blessed leaning. There is a bit of grief and there is a lot of grief at times - yet - His everlasting arms -
I'm not one who is at home with melancholy. I have a sanguine nature and a laughing nature. It fits me better - so - I had some good laughs with Mary Ann in Evergreen - We get so tickled about the worst things, and the best things, and the things in between. Mother did too.
Mary Ann and I were in CVS on Thursday and were behind someone who was checking out. The attractive female customer was enjoying some fun banter with the clerk regarding the piped in music and she was doing a little dancing to it while the clerk said, in her South Alabama, African-American dialect, which is music to my ears, that the music was the thing that got her through her work day. I laughed loud enough to get included in their banter when the lady who was dancing did a doubletake when she saw me. She said, "Elizabeth Wilkerson?" She hadn't seen Mary Ann who was standing off the to side - we all 3 paused in a moment of effort for me to gain some recognition of her identity. I couldn't do it. I couldn't see a known face in the attractive, albeit 59 year old face. I know because I'm 58. She spoke out boldly with a huge grin, "Melva Brown!" I gasped and said O My Gosh and we hugged. I hadn't seen her since she was 18, a senior and probably in her cute little all green cheerleader uniform - or just a cute school dress from the late sixties. She lives in Houston, Texas and is really Melva Kelly - but when we go to Evergreen we drop our married names around old friends so we have some hope of idenity with folks. She did, though, marry someone from Evergreen whom my cousin Scott graduated with - Byron Kelly and he is from a large family there in E'green - a lot of Kelly's. It was so much fun and there was only one customer who was having to be reassured by me that I would hurry through my purchase and not keep her waiting during this "class reunion".
Melva was a grade ahead of me and her sister, Barbie, was in my class. So I actually was more acquainted with Barbie - but we all knew each other because each graduating class averaged about 60. We were all big fish in a little pond - very little pond. a puddle. It was fun. Due to the human condition I have to acknowledge that in that little pond, the pecking order deemed some to be little fish - which I hate - because noone really is little ... everyone matters ... but there is suffering in social structures - isn't there. Here I go again... getting melancholy.... Let me move on. It's Saturday. I'm home. Fall is around the corner. August is drying up my green stuff - but we do have mostly green, still. The edges of the hydrangea leaves are a bit burned, some of them. There's a dry scent - but it's still August and I'm still calling it summer. I'm going to savor every last day - and then will enjoy the fall. I do love Fall so much - who doesn't? I think Fall is the grace of God - He used those wonderful colors and those wonderful scents as we let go of the green and color and freedom of summer. Fall makes it easier for me to let go of summer.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
This is her hat, described in the newspaper writeup as an "off the face beige felt."
It reads that she wore "a mink brown suit, an original model of bengaline."
Sarah is modeling the suit without the jacket.
Here are the buttons which have come off, but perhaps I'll sew them back on. I'm wondering about having the suit cleaned.
Here is the casual dress, modeled by Sarah.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I really wanted to post regarding their engagement and wedding, but there were too many distractions here at the house.
I returned from my trip to South Alabama on Saturday. Laura Beth and Ada were already here; Scott joined them. We had a birthday party out at Ann's house for Ada's 2nd birthday.
Sunday was Sunday and very wet - so I stayed at home from church with the four little grandchildren - I'm talking WET - it was a "gully washer", for real. Our new church doesn't have the best accommodations for getting in the building reasonably dry. All my adult children, minus Kate who is in Auburn, went to church, and Charlie, of course.
Monday I kept Ada while LB and Ann went to H'ville to visit friends. Yesterday was Mother & Daddy's anniversary. August 3, 1947. I have Mother's "wedding suit" and "wedding hat", have to locate it - and wanted to take a picture of it. I also have a picture of a dress she wore while on her honeymoon - one photo of her and Daddy on their honeymoon. They went to St. Augustine, FL for their wedding trip. I need to find all of that, take pictures of it with Sarah's new camera, and post those. I also have letters written during the engagement period. Mother was 28 and Daddy was 34 when they married. Mother was working and living in Evergreen. Daddy was the new band director at the high school. He had come from his first job in Holly Springs, Mississippi. The former band director, before Daddy, was Bob Soule who was the husband of one of mother's best friends from high school. She was Jean Soule. They left Evergreen and moved to New York or Connecticut - somewhere like that. I know that before Mother met Daddy, she traveled to New York City to visit them - It was a big deal for her to make that trip. We always heard about her trip to New York City. Anyway - I've always thought that was rather unusual for her close friend to be married to the high school band director (and a talented musician) and then for Mother to meet and marry the next band director (also a talented musician). Both very well trained and educated.
I'm going to close this post and look for wedding memorbilia from Mother's stash.
Today is Tuesday and Laura Beth and Ada have returned to McDonough, GA. We have moved Kate and Sarah into their new homes in Auburn. Very pleased with their locations and setups and living situations. The move wasn't too harrowing. All in all, it was probably one of the simplest and least stressful we've experienced. We moved Sarah in, but she is back in Scottsboro for about 2 weeks. Kate is down there for prerush and rush. Sarah, being a 5th year senior, is now an alum. in her sorority.
I'm going to search for the memorabilia.