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Beatrice could hardly contain her excitement. “Mama, what kind of party do you think Papa is going to have? Are all his Fah-Wends coming,” she curiously asked. She suspects he is having a “spider man” or a “prinnn cesss” one.
She loved every minute. Including recipe hunting, grocery shopping, , baking, cooling, icing it took all day. It was GREAT …even when the red food dye spilled on my shorts and all over the counter *sigh* *smile*.
Whitaker was not interested in baking. He was, however, very interested in entertaining us with the sounds and races of his trucks, motocycles and cars.
Nothing glamorous. Made with a whole lot of time and love, though.
I hope Brian isn’t offended that we made him a red velvet cake for his birthday.
Happy birthday, Red. We love you to the MOON!
friends are amazing. this morning i learned that a team has been organized in dads honor to walk in the local 2008 statesboro memory walk next saturday at bulloch academy. the team is called: the griner gang. it is humbling. it is touching. it brings tears to my eyes. as dad rests are the ogeechee area hospice facility here, there is a team of people prepared to walk on georgia/florida saturday in his honor, in our honor really. i don’t know what to say. thank you. my heart beats an extra thump of joy with this knowledge. as my family endures this season of our lives i must express my sincere gratitude for my community and my circle of friends. i love you all.
i am joining holly’s team as the teams goal is $500.00. if you would like to support us, please go here to our team page. i know money is tight for everyone right now so please don’t feel obliged to make large contributions, however even a dollar donation will help our team and help our cause and support dad. i can not tell you how much it means to me. thank you.
look mama. it’s the kiwanis ogeechee fair parade.
brian and i strolled beatrice to the parade this year. it was fun to have brian with us as it made us thankful he works in Statesboro. yay! it was also fun to see how much more interested beatrice was in the parade compared to last year. she loved it.
admittedly, it was sad too. when i think about parades i can not help but think of dad and how much he loves parades. i really need to emphasize LOVES parades. this will be the first year he is absent from the annual ogeechee fair kickoff event.
talking about the fair…there is something about the pancake house and my dad. the smell of local cane syrup and him. those two things just go together. last year when the alzheimers was beginning to kick-it a little bit, i think he went to a few extra shifts. he was so excited. eagerly, he would show up early, leave late, and volunteer on random unassigned days. he would just show up. it’s great fun, tonight, to imagine him cleaning tables, picking up plates and socializing (mainly the latter). dressed in the club uniform of a bright gold shirt he shuffled about the patrons wiping a blotch of maple syrup here and a griddle crumb there. his bright royal blue kiwanis hat balanced upon his head while his dark blue lee jeans began to sag.
on nights like those it didn’t matter if he told the same story over and over, or repeated himself. there were too many people coming and going. at one time he knew almost every body. now, he recognized only a few. no one cared too much or noticed among the bustle of activity. he was, sort of, swallowed into the crowd. it was perfect. i imagine him having great fun with the droves of people that herd through this mecca of kiwanis fundraisers. content. peaceful. people watching. feeling appreciated, needed and like he had a job.
okay, so back to the parade. maybe it isn’t such a bad thought after all. as i wish for him to be involved this year, great memories of yester year conger . great. great. memories. memories that make me smile.
other blogs mentioning the fair: Sophie Tales
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
Only ribbon round it.
Dad’s lost wallet arrived in the mail last week containing everything except all the cash. Did I stress all? For some reason, “memory loss” makes you carry around senseless amounts of booty. The wallet round & full of bills protrudes from his siloette as Mount Everest standing upon the desert. And no, a caregiver can not even get close to the heavily protected rock of money even to count it. It is protected, prized, and obsessed about. Accept of course, when it is forgotten on a table, in a drawer, in a file cabinet, under a secret closet stash or dropped outside the pocket undetected.
The surprise arrival came after the car and house locks were re-keyed, after the police report was filed.
Who knows if it is a blessing, or not? I mean, nice of them to send it back without the cash ????? Maybe the thief experienced a moment of epiphany which made him put it in the mail. Or, maybe someone found it post the cash-empty and dropped it in the mail. Without a return address, we will never know. Did the person pick it out of his pocket or find it on the ground? So many questions.
All that I know, Dad, is that I love you and that I am sorry that your cash stash is short changed.
I subscribe to The Simple Dollar for facile ways to manage money. They offer investment, thrift, frugality, financial management and wealth building suggestions. The typical post is straightforward, a little abstract, number oriented, un-involved & non-personal. It’s expectantly practical while it is perfectly uncolored.
But, today’s newsletter is different. It’s more emotional than usual. Surprisingly, it’s intimate and a little privy.
I like it. Per their post, I plan to live a rich life. I hope to live a rich life. And, I will start today.
Here are the ten things they suggest (and that I hope that) I to do today:
If I can do all of these things today, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that – then I’m in the process of living a truly rich life.
Let’s get rich ya’ll!
*Photo by *Proserpine*on flickr
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have Christmas at Granny Hulsey’s?” Denny told Uncle Clisby. The comment ignited sparks in Clisby’s head as he hustled the family to rejuvenate the old farm house by extensive cleaning and a garage sale. According to Cousin Dick it wasn’t really a sale. “People were taking truckloads for $50.00. And, we were asking them to take more,” he laughed.
Granny Fordham passed away in 2004 but the house had been abandoned for years before due to her Alzheimer’s. Making Denny’s wish come true required a lot of love, a lot of time, and a lot of effort.
It was special to share my husband’s family Christmas at the old house, full of nostalgia, laughter, and life. Sitting there, I could only imagine the Christmas’ of years past. I could see Granny Hulsey smiling as I could feel the warmth of her spirit wrapped around each person there.
The aged drapes, tired carpet, and doddering furniture seemed to glow despite the years of neglect.
Upon all the children opening their gifts from under the small, runty, teensy tree unearthed from storage, there were two equal-sized, wrapped gift boxes.
“Denny…Brian” someone called, “these are for you.” Bullets of sweat began to bead on my husband’s forehead. He prepared for the embarressment he anticipated. ”I feel a practical joke hovering,” Brian whispered. Handed the gifts at the same time, they opened the boxes simultaneously.
The lifted top exposed a clear plastic bag with a blanket of brown and mustard crotchet. A little piece of paper was on top. The boys opened the paper that said:
Dear Brian, Dear Denny:
I crocheted this afgan and pillow as a gift for your wedding. Wishing you the best life ever.
Much love, Granny Jane
Brian’s voice quivered as he read the note aloud. Without a dry eye in the room, you could not help but feel the presence and the love of Granny Jane. She was there, hugging everyone, loving everyone, and shining on everyone.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered.
Without her voice-less prompting & without her gentle touching, Denny would have never suggested the locale. While Clisby and family wouldn’t have cheerfully decorated the place, and the gifts would have remained hidden and concealed (possibly destroyed by varments).
Granny Jane just works that way.
Even after her life on earth she is STILL full of surprises and acts of kindness.
*Photography compliments of Traci Fordham
Guess what. Guess what. Guess what! Beatrice and Barry played for the FIRST time yesterday. They actually interacted with each other. I know you know how crazy I am about Barry. And, I know you know how crazy I am about Beatrice. You know this makes mama proud. Barry has ignored her much-unlike my dreams, my dreams that they would play and love each other. During my pregnancy he was very attentive to my needs and very understanding. However, once Beatrice arrived he has been really low, lethargic, and seemingly depressed. He completely ignores her as he will leave the room any time she approaches him. I caught a video of it yesterday. I am still beaming. My children DO get along!
P.S. They are playing with one of the leftover daisy’s from the diaper cake (from earlier post). I was going to return it for a refund. Oh, well. It is worth the dollar it cost to seem them interact with one another.
Click to view Beatrice’s Seven Month Portroits. All of the photos from the session are in album as there are probably more than there should be. However, if you flip thru you will see some good ones. Oh, just looking at these makes me happy to be a Mommy. Just seeing the ones of her laughing and smiling are so tasty, mommy Junga Juice, stimulation overload. Whoa Mama there’s your baby. I do not know a deeper love.