Familieze………I know that is not a real word…hey IÂ made it up..pretty cool uh?Â It is that special language that all families have that is their very own. Our family has many special words or phrases that make no sense to anyone but us.Â For instance “goose guitar”.Â This phrase is used quite frequently in our family and it means:Â don’t get your hopes and expectations up too high because you might be disappointed.Â It all came about when Joe was about three.Â The kids received The Humpty Dumpty magazine. In one edition there was a craft project: “Make Your Own Goose Guitar”Â Well, Joe was so excited, so he and dad followed the directions perfectly.Â First you carefully color the picture ofÂ a very stretched out goose, thenÂ you cut out the page andÂ glue a piece of cardboard to the back.Â Â Next, dadÂ cuts out the gooseÂ then youÂ string rubber bands from theÂ beak toÂ the feet….wallla!!! a goose guitar.Â And Joe said, “Is that all there is?”Â In his three year old mind he was sure a real guitar would appear if you followed the directions!Â Thus, one phrase inÂ our familieze…..when something looks too good to be true, or in anticipation of anything fun….One of us is bound to say….”watch out it might be a goose guitar!”
Month: May 2009
“Baba, do you know there are twenty-six letters in the alphabet?” Exclaimed five and a half year old Tessa, whoÂ was sitting in the back of the van on a short road trip, looking through an ABC book.Â “So, are all the words in the world written with just those letters?” ….it is a bit amazing isn’t it?? I mean, have you just stopped and gazed around a bookstore or library…. books, books, books!!!!!Â Sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters volumes of words and only 26 letters! WOW!
Actually I tried…..you can’t “fix” a broken cookie!Â I thought duck (duct) or as we call it “thousand mile an hour” tape would fix anything!!!!Â It doesn’t work on a broken cookie.Â Babas (grandmas) will try anything to save a breaking heart…actually all he wanted to do was lick off the icing soÂ surely the tape would hold the back of the cookie together…nope the sugar stuck to the tape but the tape could not hold three pieces of cookie together….and so instead of a mended cookie IÂ had to administer comfort in hugs and kisses and lots of love.Â I think it must be like that with the Savior……sometimes the broken pieces are not meant to be “fixed” and so He holds us in his arms and comforts us with hugs and love.
Today was THAT day…..every year there is one perfect day in May…a day when the sky is crystal clear and blue all day long, the temperature is in the high 70’s,Â there is no wind (only a slightÂ breeze every so often) the grass is totally green and the trees and shrubs are decorated in lacy spring-green budding leaves, birds are singing, flittingÂ among the bushesÂ and building nests.Â I dug and planted, potted and watered…..I sat here and there on benches and chairs and rocks and simply right in the middle of a garden patch and spent quiet moments dreaming, imagining what this garden of mine will look like in full bloom and I praised God for this perfect day! Yes, this is the day….I want to yell STOP!…STOP time stop right here….let it be May 17 for 30 days….give me 30 days of this day….then it can be May 18th and continue on for the summer.Â Â Perhaps heaven is a little like THIS DAY!!!!Â
“This is the day the Lord Â has made let us rejoice and be glad in it!!!!!”Â Â Psalm 118:24
I think it was Elvis who sang the song Memories.Â One line is, “Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.”Â What a visual!!Â Can’t you just see the worn and faded pages? Do you slowly turn the pages of your mind finding long lost treasures you’veÂ tucked there?Â ….I do, IÂ often spend time lingering over the the pages of my mind..discovering bits and pieces of memoriesÂ I’ve lovingly preservedÂ between the pages.
I recently attended a dear cousin’s memorial service and several family members and friends shared many memories about this much loved man.Â I thought how sad it was that he was not there to hear thoseÂ stories and to add his own to the retelling.Â It isÂ so sad that we often, or almost always, wait until someone is gone to recall memories we hold dear.Â Just imagine the joy of recalling memories together……not waiting.Â That is exactly what I plan to do.Â I am going on a journey, a virtual search throughÂ my mentalÂ scrapbookÂ Â and I am going to share precious memories I find pressed between the pagesÂ of my mind.
Ah…my friend, come over here and sit,
I’ve got a mightly hankerin’ to reminisce a bit.
I want to stroll down memory lane, together you and I.
I want to talk about those happy days gone by.
I want to hear the music we listened to back then,
Don’t those “old” tunes take you back again?
Let’s taste the milk and honey of the memories we share
As we wander back to those days without a care.
I want to laugh at something silly until my sides split.
I surely have a hankerin’ to reminisce a bit.
Oh, my friend, we’ll laugh and probably we’ll cry
As we walk down memory lane, together you and I.
Then sometime in the future I hope we’ll sit together just this way
And we can reminisce about the fun we had today.
Cobalt blue!!Â Just saying it causes a sensation of explosion in my mind!Â Brilliant, bright …bluer than any crayon in my box!
I love that color!
I saw a cobalt blue car the other day…it really caught my eye , I did a double take and my mind exploded with a “Wow!!”
I love that color!…I don’t think I would wear it, don’t want a car that color…but cobalt blue is a feast to my eyes!
I looked it up in the dictionary: cobalt-an ore considered by miners to be worthless and injurious because it contains arsnic.Â However it’s compounds are used in inks, paints and varnishes and it is used in the treatment of cancer.Â Â Â cobalt blue: a pigment containing cobalt and aluminum oxides.
Well, that boils it down scientifically but it can’t take the excitement out of the color…I stillÂ love feasting my eyes on cobalt blue!!!!
Gee…so much is going through my head today….no wonder I am on “air head” mode.Â Can’t remember what I was going to write about…in fact
I forget where I’m going and I’m already there….
Quite frankly it gives me quite a scare!
I put the toothpaste in the fridge and cream on the shelf
And when I look into the mirror I hardly recognize myself!
Of course if truth be told, that mirror is getting very old
Why, it’s crinkles give me wrinkles and it seems that everyday
The silly thing makes my hair look a littleÂ more gray.
What’s a Baba to do?Â Â Think I’ll buy a new mirror!