Memories Monday, October 14, 2019

This is my great-granddaughter, Leilani. She was a year old last May. What a blessing! I never thought I’d even have grandchildren. But hubby’s family has taken me in, and not only am I a grandma, but a great-grandma as well!

The scriptures are true when they say children are an heritage to the Lord. I am eternally grateful! I love my family!

What memories are you mulling over today?

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Memories Monday, August 26, 2019

While going through our storage shed, I came across some old photos. This is of James (middle) and his two uncles, Roberto and Pete, when he went to visit them in Cleveland, Ohio, for Thanksgiving 1993. I’m grateful he had the opportunity to go, and that they got to see what a good young man he turned out to be.

What memories are you mulling over today?

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Memories Monday, July 1, 2019

I don’t know if you’ve noticed a theme in these photos, but everybody is posing for the pictures…except I seem to always be doing my own thing. Lol!

I’m not sure when this was taken, but it was before my dad retired in 1960, because he’s still a sergeant here. And I look to be about 4, as I have other pictures to reference.

We’re out in front of our home in Orlando, Florida. About 12 or so years prior to the opening of Disney World. How times have changed!

I’m sure we had just returned from church, the only time my mom would have been dressed like that, and my dad wouldn’t have been wearing his uniform for any other reason except to work…and then he wouldn’t have been wearing the dress uniform. And I’m certain the picture was taken by my Aunt Margie.

Good memories of happy times.

What are you remembering this Monday?

Memories Monday, March 25, 2019

Making memories with my niece and her family at Disney All Star Music Resort!

We played mini golf at Blizzard Beach. Thought the South Hole was hilarious!

We haven’t seen her family in over 20 years! Great to have good times with family!

What are you mulling over this Monday?

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Blogmas Day 4, December 4, 2018

I keep talking about my Aunt Margie and Uncle John. This was one of their last Christmases together. I believe she was 93. She broke her hip soon after this picture was taken and spent the rest of her life in a nursing home. She passed away just 2 days after her 98th birthday.

She was my mother’s only sibling, was 11 1/2 years older, and outlived her by 34 years. I had the privilege of living with them twice. I learned so much from her, like how they kept food from spoiling before refrigeration and that she and Uncle John couldn’t both work during the depression. They had to live on one income.

On a musical note, my aunt taught piano and my uncle went to Oberlin Conservatory! He played the tuba. He worked for the phone company almost his entire career, and installed most of the phones in the central northwest Ohio area.

I miss them, but I’m glad that, through the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Him Whose birth we celebrate this season, they are together again, and I will see them again someday.

What are you celebrating this Christmas Season?

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Wellness Wednesday, September 24, 2018

Since yesterday was her 65th birthday, with her permission, I thought I’d share with you a few of my memories of my sister Sally.

I love this picture of her with her children. Kelli and Tony are standing, and Jan, Sally, and Becky are seated.

When we were little, Sally and I used to make up all kinds of skits that we would practice and then perform for our family. They were always centered around a dancer and a klutz, because she was graceful, and well, I was a klutz. (I still am!) They were just silly little things, but we had fun doing them.

When Junior died, I had family members calling me and saying, “Betty Jean, come home.” I knew they meant the best for me, and it was really hard to help someone who lived 2800 miles away. But Sally called and just cried with me. She was also the only member of the family from Florida who was able to come to the funeral. She is who taught me it was ok to be angry. To feel my feelings.

I’m grateful for the special bond we have, despite our totally opposite political views. We’re still sisters. And I love her more than there are words to express.

What memories are you cherishing today?

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First Memory – A Pocketful of Joy 

When I was two years old, I was very afraid of the dark. My mom had put me to bed, but I didn’t want to be there alone. I was scared.

So I devised a way to conquer my fear by claiming I was thirsty. My mom said I didn’t need any water. But I cried out again, insisting I needed a drink. Again, she told me I didn’t need any water.

Finally, I admitted I was afraid (which, in my family, could have left me vulnerable to teasing – hence my reluctance to own up to it) and my mom told me to just go to sleep, that I wouldn’t even remember it in the morning. 

I remember thinking that I would remember it, and I cried, but to no avail. 

So, I planted myself right in the middle of my crib (pictured above) so the monsters under my bed couldn’t reach me and pull me under. 

And Mommy, here I am, almost 60 years later, and I still remember! 

In the photo are my sisters, my mom and me. I’m the youngest, the one in the front in the middle, poking my dolly’s eye out.

What are your first memories? Is there anything in particular that you would like to know about me?

What can you share with your loved ones about your life? 

A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day 

Photo 101- Treasures

I have a few treasures, some more personal than others, but this just seemed to fit the theme perfectly for me.


It’s a photo of a Kodak Duaflex camera, and it’s the one my Aunt Margie used to take most, if not all of the pictures of my family when I was young.


(Here’s a side view.) In fact, if anyone has seen my photo on my personal Facebook page, the one where I look like I’m poking the eyeball out of my dolly? She may have taken that with it.
So what do you think? Are any of your treasures wrapped up in so many different memories that stem from the same single element?