From the poem “Sick” by Shel Silverstein…
HEY…WAKE UP! YES…YOU have to go to school. You CANNOT sleep until 9:00 or even 8:00. PLEASE eat your breakfast. BRUSH your teeth…NO BUBBLEGUM. You HAVE to wear those clothes. NO torn blue jeans. NO flip flops. WHERE is your work folder? You FORGOT it?
NO MOPING ALLOWED! NEVER! EVER!
YOU ARE SICK? NO, NO! NOT AGAIN!
Peggy Ann McKay is having a very terrible, horrible, awful, very bad day…just as a child had in another children’s book. In “Where the Sidewalk Ends”, a poetry book for children by Shel Silverstein…Peggy Ann McKay evidently has contracted several illnesses since bedtime.
Not only does she have back trouble and a sprained ankle, she thinks that she might just have mumps and measles at the same time. Poor, poor baby. Poor, poor Mama. Poor, poor teacher. Peggy Ann is…
Sicker than sick ever thought sick could be!
For the fourth time in four weeks!
Nobody goes to school with these problems!
Peggy Ann McKay just does not understand anything about calendars. When they talked about the days of the week, she was looking in her lunchbox. She does know what day her mother keeps saying over and over again…
IT IS SATURDAY! IT IS SATURDAY!
AND…OUT THE DOOR TO PLAY GOES PEGGY ANN McKAY!!!
Thank you Shel Silverstein for making it Saturday…says the very, very tired teacher as she goes out the door to shop!!
Main Street Christmas Parade in Grapevine, Texas
Think back to your hometown. Think about the original Main Street in the center of downtown. If you were in the high school band, you marched down Main Street in every parade… come rain or shine. There was most likely a movie theater on Main Street. Perhaps the Main Street movie theater is where you went on your first date. Perhaps Main Street is where you were allowed to go shopping with a group of friends.
Your life is an open slate…it is up to you to fill the slate with worthwhile spaces.
Over 25 years ago, the above quote was on the front page in a Presbyterian weekly. The quote was selected for publication by the former minister at our church. Even if I was busy with two young children, I always took time to read the “From the Pastor” column because they were very applicable to our current lives and always worthy of ovations. This quote has become an important part of my life.
I had no idea that I would keep the quote…posted with a magnet to our refrigerator…for over 25 years. The quote touched me to the core of the beliefs that I had been developing since I was a child. I couldn’t believe that someone else felt the same way that I did. What a revelation! Thank goodness that I wasn’t the only one to want to live a life that was more calm than erratic…with more spontaneous moments and less regulated moments.
Experiment by adding chopped 1/2 green and 1/2 yellow bell peppers!
If you live in the Southern part of the United States, you most likely have enjoyed black-eyes peas on New Year’s Day! Or…maybe in many locations in the United States! Black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day are a tradition and my family has definitely always enjoyed A LOT of black-eyed peas on January 1. We have certainly not retreated from tradition! This tradition (or maybe superstition) says that you will have GOOD LUCK all year if you have this particular food on the table on the all important first day of the year!
I am just not taking any chances on this GOOD LUCK business! Who am I to say that it is not true? Remember that we are talking about the entire year! Even if I did not like them at all, I would still make sure to have them on the table. Black-eyed peas can be delicious…we had them on Thanksgiving with every other vegetable that you can imagine. Guess what huge bowl was very close to empty after our guests had three or four helpings? Yep…those peas…I imagine that people were just practicing for New Year’s!!
If you decide to not retreat and to join the black-eyed pea tradition…since it is just not a good idea to take a chance on having Lousy Luck…here is a super recipe!!!
Black-Eyed Pea Salsa For New Year’s Day!
1 can black-eyed peas (drained)
1/4 can yellow whole kernal corn (drained)
1 can Rotel tomatoes (entire can, do not drain at all)
2 or 3 green onions (chopped)
1 garlic clove (finely minced)
1/2 teaspoon chopped cilantro
1/2 chopped small green bell pepper
1/2 chopped small yellow pepper
1/2 to 1 lime (juiced)
1 tablespoon olive oil (or a bit more if the salsa seems dry)
1 tablespoon sugar
salt & pepper to your taste
Mix all ingredients in a large bowl. Serve with tortilla chips. A side of guacamole is a great accompaniment!
On the right…my Uncle Merton, PePa and MeMa on Christmas Eve!
I absolutely loved Christmas Eve as a child. I still love Christmas Eve today and can still conjure up that same feeling of wonderment. I just miss the relatives that were at the center of our family Christmas Eve party.
I still keep those Christmas Eve parties deep within my heart.
On Christmas Eve, I discover that I miss my parents. My brother. My aunts. My uncles. My very fun grandfather (PePa). My very pretty grandmother (MeMa). Time does move very fast and when we are children…it seems like the most fun times of childhood will last forever. We grow up, have our own children and make our own memories. However…
I still keep those cherished Christmas memories deep within my heart!
We would spend Christmas Eve at one house or another… sometimes at my parent’s house. Sometimes, Aunt Doris would be the hostess. Sometimes, Aunt Lois would be the hostess. Sometimes, Aunt Ethel would be the hostess. I have no idea how they made the decision about the exact location each year. They evidently just took turns. There were always beautiful decorations and a truly wonderful dinner. I am not even sure if the hostess made the dinner or if everyone brought something. Children just don’t think about the logistics of the situation. We just were excited to have the party.
My aunt and uncle with my parents at our dining room table.
I still keep the vision of the party house and the decorations deep within my heart.
Everyone dressed up for Christmas Eve…grownups and children. We are so much more casual today. When we arrived at the party, we had appetizers and the grownups had wine. I remember that my mother always made her little cheese biscuits with olives on the inside. She also made the very small hamwich…a delicious homemade roll with ham and maybe cheese on the inside. Unless she ran out of time, she would make pecan tassies. Oh my! So good! I am sure that my aunts had their special Christmas recipes since they were all excellent cooks.
I still keep the vision of passing around the appetizers deep within my heart.
I mentioned that the grownups had wine. My mother would get out her most prized wine glasses. The glasses were each a different color…very muted and pastel. I have them in my china cabinet. Usually my Uncle Doyle would be the total life of the party. He had an outgoing and big personality made even bigger by even one glass of wine! When my cousins and I were almost teenagers, we tried to slip some wine for ourselves. If my memory serves me correctly, we were quite successful several times. Of course, we would sneak off to another room with small cups of wine.
I still keep the vision of my parents, my aunts, my uncles, my grandparents laughing and talking deep within my heart.
From the left…Carolyn, Kathryn and me…cousins playing in my backyard.
My cousins were at the center of my world on Christmas Eve and every other day. We played together often and could easily visit. Our hometown was not particularly big. We went to two different elementary schools, but went to the same junior high and high school. I had six cousins on my Dad’s side of the family and one brother. Most were older than me. As luck would have it, three of us were the same age and one was just two years older. I was the oldest of the three “same age cousins” with a September birthday, followed by Kathryn in December and Mark in April. Two years ahead of us was Carolyn with an April birthday. I loved them so very much and still do.
I still keep the vision of happy times with my cousins deep within my heart.
We have all found our own kind of success as well as happiness…probably because of our loving parents and family. There is truly something to be said for living close to extended family in the growing up years. We had more people than just our parents to be accountable to…not to mention their close friends! I doubt that we could have gotten away with much without someone seeing us.
From the left…Mark, my friend and me…in my backyard.
I still keep the vision of my grandparents telling us to behave and not go into PePa’s “smoking his pipe” room deep within my heart.
So…we were just well behaved. At least, I thought so! I really think that Mark went into the “smoking his pipe” room, but I have no proof. Otherwise, the worst thing we did at Kathryn and Carolyn’s house was to repeatedly slide down the banister. But…who in their right mind can resist a banister? The worst thing that Mark and I did was to wander very far down the creek that separated our neighborhoods. But…who in their right mind can resist a creek…especially one that ran behind a miniature golf course? We just had fun growing up together.
I still keep the vision of our wonderful family Christmas Eve deep within my heart. I still keep my three closest cousins deep within my heart.
Wishing a very Merry Christmas to my cousins… Carolyn, Kathryn and Mark!
William Randolph Hearst, a media mogul, was the driving force behind the architectural folly named Hearst Castle. Located in San Simeon CA, the sprawling Hearst Castle is representative of vast land holdings and vast wealth as well as vast ostentation. We had the opportunity to tour the Hearst Castle while on a trip to San Francisco. The words that I use to describe the Hearst Castle are unreal, extravagant, dominating, opulent, magnificent, artful, remarkable.
The view of the Pacific Ocean from the Hearst Castle.
Not only was Hearst a newspaper publisher, he was also considered a media genius and a political activist. He was a collector of art and a collector of Hollywood friends. When he decided to have the Hearst Castle built, he was inspired by castles and art that he had seen in Europe. Hearst wanted the grandeur of European architecture to be re-created in the United States. An architect named Julia Morgan worked with Hearst for 28 years to construct a castle worthy of being compared to those in Europe. Hearst died in 1951 and the castle was never completely finished in his lifetime.
The outdoor pool.
To Hearst, his almost finished castle was an excellent example of borrowing from the past…a re-creation…a seemingly romantic and classic structure. To students of architecture, it is considered a folly. A folly is described in architectural terms (according to follybydesign.com) as an ornamental structure that reflects the whimsical nature of the builder. The structure is built primarily to be viewed as part of the scenery.
The dining room.
When we visited the Hearst Castle, I was not familiar with this terminology. There is no doubt that the castle is part of the scenery…the grand scale of the structure, the lavish swimming pools with water as blue as the sky, the light and dark green landscaping, the wide lens view of the Pacific Ocean, the fog that often surrounds the castle. I would gladly visit the castle again and immerse myself in the structure’s history.
One of the bell towers.
Whether considered powerful and sometimes ruthless or considered a genius of a businessman, Hearst put his vision into fruition for all the world to see. I do not call that merely whimsical or merely ornamental. I call it a historical curiosity worthy of wonder.