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I Miss The Wisteria

April 13, 2011

My parents used to have the most beautiful springtime display of azaleas and wisteria in all of Shell Point. There were two large pines in their side yard which had wisteria circling up each tree from the ground and spreading through the upper branches to meet in the middle in an exquisitely fragrant shower of blooms.  There was a single large pine in the center of the front yard which was surrounded at the base with white and pink azalea bushes. A spray of purple wisteria shot up the tree from their midst. There was also a lone pine in the center of the back yard which sported the encircling grape-like clusters of lavender flowers.

It was an amazingly short-lived display that blanketed the entire neighborhood in it’s springtime fresh perfume.

It’s all gone now save the azaleas (and even some of them have been culled from along the front of the yard). The pine trees came down one-by-one because of the danger they posed to the surrounding homes – a rational that my mind can understand but which my heart will never accept.

I have not seen a display of its kind since. Oh, there are masses of azaleas everywhere and miles of wisteria vine but nothing in such a combination as we had when I was young. As a matter of fact, wisteria seems to be falling out of favor as I’ve noticed less and less of it as the years go by.

I miss it so very much…


Today I Am…

January 12, 2011
  • Oh-so-tired, having only gotten 4 hours of sleep in each of the last 3 days!
  • Loving my grandchildren just as much as always, but ready for them to go home today.
  • Starting the process of taking down my Christmas decorations – and just hating it.
  • Eating Mexican for dinner.
  • Freezing my buns off in weather that hasn’t gotten above 37° all day.
  • Wondering where my favorite cat, Toby, has gotten himself off to…

If I Were Gone Tomorrow…

January 5, 2011

…what 12 stories would I want people to know about my life? This is the question posed in Ali Edwards’ workshop, Yesterday & Today, that I’m taking at Big Picture Classes. Hmmm…this is actually much harder than it sounds! I was immediately able to come up with about 10 meaningful stories but everything else I come up with it seems so trite and unimportant. Here’s what I’ve got so far…

  1. The very funny story of how my parents met and were married in a 6 week time period
  2. The family summer vacations that we took when I was kid and how, looking back, they laid the foundation for my love of learning.
  3. My small clique of high school friends and how the dynamic seemed to change every year.
  4. My firefighting days.
  5. My daughter, Rachel.
  6. My daughter, Amanda.
  7. My daughter, Chelsea.
  8. My son, Cody.
  9. The few hobbies that I have and how they tend to be interconnected. (reading, papercrafts, and genealogy)
  10. My relationship with my only sibling – my sister, Debbie.

I’m still pondering the story possibilities for #’s 11 & 12 – there is nothing special about my job, I don’t travel much at all, and I have few close friends. I suppose any one of those things can be a story, but I wouldn’t know what to say about them. The first 10 stories really resonate with me and I know I will have tons to say about them, but nothing else has come to mind that seems quite as important…yet.

One Little Word…

January 3, 2011

My word for this year is “purge”. I thought at first that it sounded too harsh. I thought that perhaps “cleanse” was a more graceful sounding word but I realized that I need it to be harsh. I need to be hard on myself this year to get rid of all the poisons in my life, be it physical, mental or emotional. Wish me luck…

Here goes nothing…

October 27, 2010

I joined a gym today. Well, it’s actually a 36 week weight loss study being conducted by “The Biggest Loser” in conjunction with Omni Fitness Centers. This is something that is really outside of my comfort zone – I don’t like working out in front of other people and I’m terribly self-conscious about my body. The factor that really decided me on this program is that it includes one-on-one consultations with a personal trainer during the 36 week period. I would never be able to walk into a gym and start a workout program without some guidance – I wouldn’t know what all those machines do! Normally, a personal trainer is an extra cost so the 18 free consultations included with this system were the “too good to pass up” kicker.

I don’t know yet what my target goals are but I know that I would generally like to get back down to a size 10 or 12. I was a size 8 most of my life until I had Cody and then I began creeping up the size charts. I don’t know if even a size 12 is within my grasp anymore but I’m sure going to give it my best shot.

Wish me luck!

Blast from the past

July 19, 2010

I heard from an old boyfriend today – and I mean, like, 30 years ago old! (Facebook is amazing, isn’t it?) Turns out he’s been living right here in Beaufort for this entire time and we’ve never once run into each other. You’d think that at least one time in 30 years you might bump into someone at Wal-Mart, for crying out loud. Well anyway…

Rusty and I dated briefly when I was in my senior year of high school. He was am EMT with the Sea Island Rescue Squad and I was a volunteer firefighter with the Burton Fire District. What a sweetie-pie he was. For a red-head, he was certainly the most calm and even-tempered man I think I ever dated. Unfortunately for me, at 17 I was looking for exciting and adventurous so the relationship didn’t last long. Looking back, I can see what a foolish girl I was – so much time wasted on men who were never going to amount to anything or hold me in the kind of regard that every person is entitled to.

He was going through paramedic training while we were dating and he was always wanting to practice starting IV’s on me because I have “good veins”. As far as I can remember, I was always too chicken to let him try. Not that I was (or am) particularly afraid of needles or blood, but he was a newbie at that kind of thing and accidents happen…

We went to see Bette Midler in “The Rose” – at least I think that was the title of the move. The title song was called “The Rose” for sure. Rusty and I both liked the song and he surprised me with a beautiful cloisonné necklace with the picture of a rose on it. I kept that necklace for a LONG time – in fact, I may even still have it tucked away in one of my jewelry boxes.

It was so good to hear from a friend from my past – it brought so many memories flooding back and made me feel both old and young again at the same time. Now, what did I do with that necklace…?

Life gets in the way

July 18, 2010

When I started this blog, I had visions (delusions?) of daily postings which would spread my pearls of wisdom far and wide. Well, as you can plainly see, that vision has yet to come to pass. Life sometimes just gets in the way of our best intentions and before you know it, a year has passed.

I’ve been so inspired lately while listening to the Paperclipping Roundtable podcasts. The message that comes across in every episode is to  Tell. Your. Stories.  Your not beaten over the head with it – it just seeps into your soul due to the passion and eloquence of these people. It’s a message that I don’t want to ignore any longer (I mean, really, who’s getting any younger these days?)

I’ve decided that I no longer have to create elaborate, double-page spreads with 10 photos and 3 paragraphs of flowery journaling every time I sit down to document an event. “Keep It Simple Stupid” is my new mantra! As a result, I’ve added almost a dozen pages to my albums in the past couple of weeks which means the stories are getting told.

I’ve created a family photo site on Shutterfly and uploaded 3 years worth of photos that nobody but me had seen until now because they were hiding on my computer. It’s also easy to add journaling to each “album” on the site which means the stories are getting told.

I keep copies of all of my latest photos on a thumb drive attached to my key chain now so that when I visit family and friends, I can just plug it in their computers and, voila, instant slideshow. Which means the stories are getting told.

ANY blogging I do is going to be better than nothing. Even if I only tell one story a year…it means that the stories are getting told. And as Stacy Julian has said on multiple episodes of the podcast, “it all counts”.