Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I can specifically remember when I was a little girl, many Christmas mornings waking up early, and being told I had to go back to bed and wait for awhile....
Until the clock chimed 7am is what I was told.
And I remember laying in bed and waiting anxiously for the clock to chime those seven bongs...and then I could get up and open presents.
See, my parents had this beautiful Grandfather clock, and it would chime on the quarter hour with a beautiful melody, that completed more of the tune as the hour went on. Now this clock was not just a clock, it was one of the howard miller clocks that has become a staple name in the clock business. My mother absolutely adored her clock, as it was a present from my father to her. She had dreamed of owning one since she was a little girl, and my father made that wish come true for her. It was very much like the Grandfather clock pictured above.
And the reason that I had to wait until 7am, I later found out was...
My parents had usually been up most of the night assembling something or wrapping gifts, till late in the morning, and just wanted to catch a little bit more sleep. It was hard at the time, but being a mother now myself, I fully understand the waiting thing. Only I didn't have a clock like my Mom's to fall back on, I just had to get up and watch my daughter with one eye open and try not to doze off.
I remember with my Mom's clock, wanting to pull on those chains to wind it, like my mother did, but I really never got to, my Mom said I might break it. But it looked so enticing, the way she carefully pulled the chain down at night. She took very good care of that clock, and even though she is gone now, the clock remains in her house and my daughter and grandson are enjoying it. I don't think he has ever been told that he had to wait until the clock chimed for something though?
I read a great post about clocks and how if you love them you should display them where everyone can see them. You can read that article here. I agree with the writer of this article, because it made me think of my Mother and her clock, and how she really did love that clock. I don't think that in the current times, people appreciate the beauty of clocks, and what they can mean. The usual option is just to get a practical and cheap clock that will tell time.
I think people don't realize the memories they are missing.....
Like that of a little girl, waiting for the clock to chime on Christmas Morning...
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I hate snow....
The only good thing about it is that it looks beautiful, and I didn't have anywhere to go today....
But my internet connection was down again, as usual,
so I didn't do a whole lot today.
I was snowed in, meaning that I couldn't open my front door, and had to wait for someone to come and dig me out!!
That is the bad thing about when it snows really bad here, I can't get out!
My main wooden door opens in, so there is no problem there,
but, the screen door opens out, and there lies the problem!
Whenever it snows a lot, the snow piles up in front of the door, and it is so heavy that I can't push open the door!
Sometimes when I have had to get to work, I have had to open the handle and then used my shoulder (like a football linebacker) to push the door open!!
And sometimes that has taken more than enough pushes!
I look so funny bracing myself, and plowing into the door....and then it pushes the snow away an inch or two, and I back up and repeat the process until I have pushed enough snow out of the way, that I can squeeze out my front door.
It is ridiculous!!
Anyway, This is what is looks like in Massachusetts today, in the Northeast after our snowstorm!!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Okay, here is the question....
What is your favorite Christmas present that you received....
And what made it so special??
Mine was a "Beautiful Chrissy" doll that I had been absolutely dying for after seeing it advertised on tv for so many weeks leading up to christmas. She was a beautiful doll, with an orange dress, and red hair that was in a pony tail on the top of her head, and that hair "grew" into long hair when you pressed a button on her stomach.
How I loved that doll, and only later when I was older, did my Mom tell me the entire story behind it and how hard it was to get, and that she had bought a returned one that had hair that was mangled and tangled, and didn't go in and out....
She explained to me how she worked tirelessly with 1/4 strands combing the tatters out of that "long" hair so that it would look beautiful for me on Christmas morning! Then my Dad had to fix the "growing" mechanism, because that was broken too (probably why it was returned, along with the fact that someone mauled the hair! LOL) and he got that to work for me too.
When I received that present on Christmas morning, I remember I cried and cried, I was so happy, and I remember my Mom crying too, and only when I was older did I realize why she was crying.....it made me appreciate my "Beautiful Chrissy" doll that much more, and my wonderful mother, for doing everything in her power to make my Christmas wish come true!!!
Ok, now it's your turn to let me know that one special thing that you received.
Monday, December 14, 2009
PS: Because of spamming purposes, the linky will be closed on Thursday of each week at midnight, Malaysian Time. Thank you!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I have been on the phone all weekend with Verizon, trying to troubleshoot my internet, and now they have to send a technician out tomorrow!!
Hopefully, I will be back up and running soon!!
Ever since I got this new computer with Windows 7, I have had nothing but problems!!
Okay, so as I am writing this, I see my internet light is out again on the modem, so I can't even post this.........
Will try as soon as the light blinks back on!!
Wish me luck!!!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I stood before the grave of my dear departed friend, and looked at the tombstone, memories of good years gone by floated through my mind. Not all the memories were happy ones, but they became alive as I looked down at the earth. My experience was uplifting, and I was glad I visited the cemetery.
A cemetery is a sacred place, and it is open not only for burial, but also for visits. People are buried there by their loved ones, so they should not be forgotten. Bones in a cemetery bring back memories of living years; those living years are remembered by those that care. The value of a human being might be weighed in the way their body is treated after they are gone, being disposed of in an unmarked grave might state something about the dead and their relationships to others. I loved my departed that is why the dead body was not ignored, and it received a dignified burial.
A bone-yard is a place where human bones are buried; the bones come in all sizes and shapes. People who think human bones should be thrown into a garbage dump go there to dispose of their waste. The graves are unmarked, and whatever is buried there is soon forgotten. Animal as well as human bones fill the ground, and only an expert can tell what they are. Mixed with the bones are all sort of waste, and some would call it a garbage dump rather than a bone-yard. Few would call it a cemetery.
A bone-yard has its place in the world, not everybody deserves to be positively remembered. They were cruel to others, and never tried to be helpful. Why waste the expensive grounds of a modern cemetery with remains gladly forgotten? A cemetery is a place where good memories live and those graves will always be visited. The bone-yard and the garbage dump are twins; they both never get a visit except to dispose of waste. For those of us that want to be remembered after we are dead, now is the time to do good deeds, and live a life without harming others. People will remember the way we lived and those memories will last even after we are gone. If we are selfish and hurt others, the decay of the bone-yard or a garbage dump will be waiting.
How do you feel about this?
Let me know.........
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I took my grandson Marcus to see the Michael Jackson movie, This Is It, and we both liked it a lot!! It is more of a documentary than a movie, and not so much a tribute to his life and works, as it is mostly the last rehearsal performances leading up to the Tour he would have started in July of this year, had he not died prematurely.
There were some boring parts about how they would set up the stage, and Michael being the professional he was, would routinely stop the rehearsal to tell a dancer to "do this, instead of this" or to tell the musicians that they need to hold that note a little longer.
I truly was hoping for old footage of his videos, and maybe interviews or something, but this is not that. This is specifically his last performances and giving you an inside view of what the tour would have been like.
They were going to re-do Thriller in 3-D and I am sure that would have been awesome, had we gotten to see it. We saw some snippets of some of them in costume, and moving towards the camera looking all ghoul like, but that is it.
Michael was still the ultimate performer, and still had the voice and the dance moves that he is loved so much for.
Marcus wanted to dance like him and imitate him, and I thought he was so cute! I have pics that I will post later.
Till Next Time,