It’s that time of year, when I am thinking about and praying for children that are starting their school year. My, how things have changed. Did we not look like wholesome kids..lol! Well, I am sure there were some little rascals in that class.
I loved the dresses during that time. Jump rope, trading cards, jacks, foursquare and monkey bars were my recess favorites, along with hopscotch. Tuna sandwiches rocked, especially if accompanied with Fritos. Oh such memories..
Father, I pray for blessing upon all children. I pray for safekeeping, and teacher’s that inspire and that are committed to seeing that each child flourish and have a successful school year. Father, just as your eye is on the sparrow, you know each child by name. You know the number of strands of hair on each head. Thank you, that you are a loving and caring God and wanting good for all. In Jesus name I pray.. Amen!
Betsy McCall has been with me for over fifty years. How we managed to not part ways in all of those years is beyond me. She recently needed a few repairs. One knee is no longer flexible and she needs to be propped up. Considering, I think she looks great and I love her sweet and wholesome appearance.
Like the palm trees our roots grew deep in the desert. So therefore we are a bit nostalgic today.
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We have guesstimated that Riley was born in February. My husband discovered her early in the month of March. She has brought us a tremendous amount of joy and free entertainment and after two years, she is definitely a very important member of our family.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Dogs come when they are called; cats take a message and get back to you later.
Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through the snow.
Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one that suffered from insomnia.
Joseph Wood Kruch
No matter how much cats fight, there always seems to be plenty of kittens.
Life began for me here in this city of Palm Springs, California in the early fifties. Over to the left of this photo where it says the Plaza Theater, is where I got one of my first jobs as a cashier. It brings back many memories of really hot days in this desert town. It was more like a quiet pueblo back then. There was no hustle and bustle during the heat of the day. My mother worked in a store right around the corner from the theater, where I would often go to spend time with her. Today, as I go down memory lane it brings me to look back at my experience here at WordPress. My first days were shaky and I was insecure as I began to share with my limited skills in writing and photography. A few years have passed now and at times I have questioned what my purpose was here and felt a bit inferior. Whenever that notion set in, it has usually resulted in giving up,or giving in to a defeatist attitude. Today, as I ponder, I look at all of the many wonderful people and animals, that I have gotten to know through each blog. They have brought smiles and inspiration my way. To you newer acquaintances I say “WELCOME” and to those of you that I am getting to know, I say”THANK YOU.” I am still learning and growing and now trying to find my way in the world of writing. I am simple in thought and in a world of plastic or paper, honesty and transparency are qualities I hope to always possess. Thank you friends for allowing me to be a part of your blogging experience.
Earlier, something triggered the memory of being in elementary school and one of my teachers gave us an opportunity to bring something each week and tell our class about it. It conjured up the thought of innocence of childhood in the fifties. Riding bikes, roller skating with metal skates, jacks, pick-up-sticks, jump rope, metal lunch pails, trading cards, Howdy Doody, the Mouseketeers, Lassie, Captain Kangaroo, The Little Rascals etc. Days have changed and there is the promotion of much that I feel children should not have to be exposed to at their young age. Not to say that there were not issues in family households and with the world back then…but still, my thoughts linger on my Roy Rogers and Dale Evans lunch pail, enclosed with a tuna sandwich and small bag of Fritos. Now, those were the days my friends.
I make a point of not coveting what another person has…but when I see one of these my heart just goes pitter-patter
I hope they don’t see the drool on my chin
Maybe I can get a ride around the block
But instead, I will have to settle for the joy of seeing what takes me back to memories of my first car in the sixties..