Dreams

Dreams. What are they? I have heard they are windows to your soul. They are problems from your waking moments. They are your wishes. But, what about when they haunt you?

Over my life I have dreamed just about every night. I would have outlandish dreams. Twisting, turning, going from present to past. Fears of trying to save my boys from crawling into an tunnel, I would reach and they would crawl out of my reach. I would miss them, then, there they were again, for me to try and save again and again. I would dream of family past away. Excited that they were really still alive. I dream that the babies that I care for fall off the bed, then I would catch them by their IV lines.

Now I am getting to the age of summing up my life. My dreams, goals, promises I made to myself as a young girl in Paris, Tennessee. One area in my life that I feel I let myself down was the role of wife. After two marriages and two divorces, I have not actualized my goals. This is where the dreams are now. Focusing on my failure as a wife to each of my husbands. My dreams do not play favorites. I dream of my first husband, and I dream of my second husband. They are there...proclaiming they love me. They seem to still want me. I am so happy in my world....of dreams. Then I wake up...now what am I going to do with these dreams?

March of Dimes 2009

I have followed these toddlers since they were a few months old and feel like I know them personally. Watch

P.S. I realize now the blog is private. Sorry to all who tried to see these miraculous children. However, you can donate to the March of Dimes in hopes of making my job obsolete.

Overton Park

I am not the most knowledgeable with issues of Overton Park. But, I do know what I like and what I don't. I do not want anyone messing with my park. Progress is good, but don't mess with Mother Nature and what she has made. We must stop those trying to improve things, when actually they mess it up. For more help with what I am trying to say please go to this site.

It is worth our efforts.

MEMPHIS TIGERS

President Obama picked the Memphis Tigers to be in the Final Four.Now, that's a smart man....However, he did not pick them to win. He has been wrong with picks before.

A number 2 seed, Memphis has not lost a game for 25 games, if I remember correctly.

They won the first game in Kansas City. It was a nail biter. They Won!!!!

Next is Maryland......

GO TIGERS GO!!!!!!

I never knew my mother would clip little articles from the newspapers or magazines until one day while home for a visit I found some of them tucked in a book. My mother never made a scrapbook of my life, but instead she kept things safe in our encyclopedias. My first certificate from Sunday School, my report cards, Bible verses I had memorized were located in A-Z.

The thing that surprised me was that I did the same thing. So, as I read these I knew I was seeing a side of my mother I didn't know. I found we were alike. We both saved little verses that we wished we had written, or hairstyles we wish we looked like, or hopes for happier days when we found love. It made me smile and warmed my heart.
So, I found some of these little clips and thought I'd share them.
Everything in life has meaning. The bigger the fall, the greater the lesson.

"Barn's burnt down-
Now I can see the moon."
_Masahide(17th-century Japanese poet)

So, when life steps on you, and you make it through...

"One of the most valuable things we can do to heal one another
is listen to each other's stories."
Rebecca Falls

I find my blogging friends do that very thing....

Then, from my Blessings Journal that I started writing in after being diagnosed with Protein S Deficiency...


"One ought , everyday at least, to hear a little song,
read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible,
to speak a few reasonable words."
Goethe

My favorite is the one I saw in my doctor's office...

"Hope is the thing with feathers..
That perches on the soul
And sings the tune
Without the words
And never stops at all..."
Emily Dickinson

just a few of my thoughts I have cut and saved....just like my mama did...

HOME

This is the house I grew up in. My maternal grandparents home. My children had this watercolor done for me on my 60th birthday. It was such a special present.
This was a small house, we were on top of each other. My mother and I moved in with my grandparents when my father died. It was the center of the family. All my cousins
would come visit all the time. They ate my treats. I had to hide them.
My cousin/sister came every summer and lived with us all summer.

Such memories.

This house has been in our family for close to seventy years...until today. I found
out tonight it has been sold. I am sad...

The artist is Lizi Beard.

Happy Valentines Day. I read on another blog about how you can become quick friends through blogging. I wonder why that is? I don't know...but, I have many friends from blogging and care very much about them. I hope you have a Happy Valentine's Day.

That Meemaw Is One Great Photographer

A day in the life of a ballerina.

Putting all your hair into a ballerina bun.

Having mama put your makeup on just right.

Having to sit for your grandmothers to record the moment. And Aunt Shannon, too.

Perform a scene of the Nutcracker...just like Miss Anna taught you....

FEBRUARY 13,1895

Mama Gooch's was born on February 14, 1895. That sounds like such a long time ago. She was the matriarch of our family. Everyone loved her. Very much. I think she was the nicest person, besides my brother, I have ever known. She had four children and they had children and we all lived very close to each other. After my father died my mother and I moved in with her and PawPaw. Everyone came to our house, it was the center of all the family activities. I grew up with all my cousins coming around. It was so much fun, until they got into my stuff. But this post is not about them. It is about Mama Gooch.

She told me that when I moved in with her that I would follow her around in the yard while she gardened. She said I was her shadow. I remember always wanting to go uptown with her when she shopped. She would call a cab, and we would head to the stores...I loved to go to W**lworths, JCP*nny, and the N*tional Store. So much fun...One time I had a cold and she decided I should stay home this time. I cried to go too. She finally agreed, but I had to rub V*ck's Salve under my nose. Of course I read this week that you should never do this. Anyway, I rubbed it in my nose and off we went.

I hope that her influence on my life made me a nicer person. I will never be her, but I hope I can be like her, when I grow up.

She lived to be 99 years old. She was right on the money until the last few months of her life. I wish I could interest you if all my stories of Mama Gooch, but, I will save that for later.

Happy Birthday Mama Gooch. I love you.....

RAIN

I had a wonderful chance to almost see the Beatles. It was like I was a teenager again. Only this time my best friends were with me and we were transported back to the days when we had no cares, no responsibility. We were just screaming and fainting, clapping our hands to the beat, and singing with the band.

What I am talking about is a night out at the Orpheum to see "Rain: A Tribute to the Beatles". I felt like I was a sitting in my living room watching the Ed Sullivan show. Really, I swear I did. Then, songs and time progressed and I was in my dorm studying for an exam while Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band was blasting from another room reaching every room on our hall.

There were big screens to each side of the stage with pictures from my past, images of the bright swirling colors, and we all collectively sighed, laughed, clapped, or moaned at what we saw. We were encouraged to sing with them, but we needed no encouragement because we already were singing. From the balcony, I looked down at the whole floor clapping in time to the beat and I got chills.

I had a wonderful night, and came home, got in bed and it was nice to have the tunes stick in my head, and sing me to sleep.