The only friends the little girl had were her Chihuahua dog and her cat. The three of them played together for hours in the shed behind the old garage. Using cardboard boxes and boards and leftover material, she had transformed the little room into a home.
Piecing together odds and ends of old clothes, she fashioned baby clothes for her pets. The dog and the cat allowed her to try clothes on them as often as she wished. They knew they were loved.
Living out in the country miles from the nearest neighbor was never lonely with the dog and cat running around the acreage with her. When she stepped on a snake the dog would growl and bark and the cat would hiss and meow and they all ran on to the next adventure.
One day a stranger knocked on the door of the house. When she opened the door, the stranger with sad eyes told her how sorry he was, that the dog had run out into the path of his car on the highway. The dog he put in her arms was dead.
The little girl found the shovel in the messy garage, did her best to dig a hole by the shed, wrapped her precious friend in the clothes she had worked hard to sew by hand, and laid her dog in the hole. She knelt down and scooped the dirt over him by hand, she didn't want to take a chance that the shovel would hit her dog.
That was the first and last funeral she ever attended. To this day she has not been at a funeral. When her grandparents died she was not taken to the funeral. Children were not included at those occasions back then. The other grandparents lived too far away so when they passed away she was told about it later.
When a good friend passed away she had already moved to another state.
Now that the girl is within a few years of 70, she wonders if the first funeral she attends will be her own.
~John Lennon
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
The Voice Of The Family Pet
A friend and I were visiting at the library and she told me about a book she recently read about a family dog "speaking" the story. The entire book is in the person of the dog.
She told me that the story is about a family as seen by the pet. It sounded good so I checked it out and brought it home and began reading. I was 2/3 through the book and had to put it down to get some sleep.
There is something for everybody in this book, it is well written, and a quick read. I don't want to say too much except that I am enjoying it immensely. There are many things I can relate to in the book and am sometimes entertained, sometimes sobbing, and often chuckling.
She told me that the story is about a family as seen by the pet. It sounded good so I checked it out and brought it home and began reading. I was 2/3 through the book and had to put it down to get some sleep.
There is something for everybody in this book, it is well written, and a quick read. I don't want to say too much except that I am enjoying it immensely. There are many things I can relate to in the book and am sometimes entertained, sometimes sobbing, and often chuckling.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Bagpipes
This is one of the last things my mother mailed to me last year. It was a newspaper clipping a friend had sent to her.
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out and my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played Amazing Grace the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never see nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently I'm still lost.
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out and my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played Amazing Grace the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never see nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently I'm still lost.
Friday, September 20, 2013
The Painted Veil
Have you seen the movie The Painted Veil? I highly recommend it. When I started watching it, I planned on watching half and going to sleep and watching the rest the next day. The movie is 2 hours and 30 minutes long. But it was so interesting I stayed up and watched the entire movie. I like it so much I will watch it again in a few months.
The movie is based on the novel by Somerset Maugham.
Maybe it is because I am a huge fan of both Edward Norton and Naomi Watts that I loved the movie so much. Diana Rigg is also in the movie and I have always liked her acting.
Check it out if you haven't seen it yet. It is a timeless love story with some excellent acting throughout.
The movie is based on the novel by Somerset Maugham.
Maybe it is because I am a huge fan of both Edward Norton and Naomi Watts that I loved the movie so much. Diana Rigg is also in the movie and I have always liked her acting.
Check it out if you haven't seen it yet. It is a timeless love story with some excellent acting throughout.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
For All You Golf Fans
My kids and their spouses and my grandkids golf. Some of my friends too. The two grandsons play very well. Before I had kids I did golf some and did some archery and was bowling often. The only sport I played while raising my kids was tennis. I could play tennis all day if I didn't have to work. But I would play real early in the morning and go home and get ready for work, maybe one morning a week. Can't find anyone to play tennis with here yet. One friend who golfs each week does play tennis but she doesn't have time for both. There is a bowling alley in town but it is full all the time. So right now the only activities for me are bingo, dominoes, and cards. Ha. My heart and waistline are craving more.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Boogie Through Life
My mother sent this to me a couple years ago. I found the newspaper clipping while cleaning out my file cabinet.
************************Boogie Through Life********************
Don't cry because it is over; smile because it happened.
Pain and suffering are inevitable, but misery is optional.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift. That is why is called The Present.
A good exercise for the heart is to bend down and help another up.
Everything is always okay in the end, if it's not, then it's not the end.
Be happy. Boogie through life!
************************Boogie Through Life********************
Don't cry because it is over; smile because it happened.
Pain and suffering are inevitable, but misery is optional.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift. That is why is called The Present.
A good exercise for the heart is to bend down and help another up.
Everything is always okay in the end, if it's not, then it's not the end.
Be happy. Boogie through life!
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Using Ordinary Things
How's this for an imaginative invitation? Inflate a balloon. Pinch end shut but don't tie closed. Write invitation details on the balloon with a bright permanent marker. Make sure the ink is dry before you deflate. Place balloon in an envelope and mail one out to each guest. When your guests receive it, they'll have to blow it up to see what it says.
Note: It is suggested to use a pump for sanitary purposes.
Now I want to have a party.
Note: It is suggested to use a pump for sanitary purposes.
Now I want to have a party.
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