Monday, August 10, 2015

Should be a Postscript!

A few months ago I wrote about the subject of aging, being invisible to people in the streets and how those with white hair (like me) are treated like they don't exist.  Some may disagree with  my subject but it was my observation, no one elses.  To disagree is good, to agree even better.

Now I don't like to get into anything political and even some religious points but I thought this a little ironic that at the time I was writing it my daughter in law Jennifer Rothschild was writing a book titled Invisible. It was not the same subject as mine but pretty close.  I had no idea she was getting published with this in August.

Today I received her book.  The title is "Invisible".  If you want to call it a religious book, okay but it was so right on for today and all those younger than us elders ,who may feel neglected, invisible of sorts to others, invisible to self, that I couldn't put it down. In fact, in the days and years gone by I wish I had that book to read.  It is a love story from Hosea book in the bible that Jennifer relates us to.

It is now in stores and on Amazon but first go to theinvisiblebook.org to see what I am talking about.  I must say that I missed putting one  sentence on my blog that I wrote a few months ago about the subject of being Invisible and that is "You are not Invisible to God".

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Just Children!

On May 2nd  I attended a Woman's Christian conference Clinton, Tennessee called "Fresh Grounded Faith."
Everyone who entered the auditorium received a bag which contained information as to what the  agenda would consist of, information regarding the speakers etc.  As the auditorium started filling up I looked into this bag  noticing a plastic envelope and a photo of a child's face inside it.

I knew that this conference was interested in a program to help children and their families by supporting them financially and spiritually.  I had seen adds on TV of organizations asking for support for the same thing and always felt that monies received went more towards the administration then the children. This was different. Compassion International listed on the Internet.
 
 I knew of others who were already sponsoring some of these children in many different countries. I knew my son and his wife were sponsoring children also and had such good information about the organization and their children.  So I wanted to do the same.

It would cost me $38 a month so much less than I spend each month on miscellaneous "stuff" each month.  This could help a child. So I checked the folder for the name  of the little three year old and then noticed her birthday.  It was my daughters' birthday, my youngest and I felt a little tug on my heart..

To me it was ironic that out of all the hundreds of bags given out to the women at the conference, mine had this child and here is her picture. She was meant to be sponsored by me.

I  write this on my blog not to be praised, not for a pat on the back.  I just had something to say and hoped that some one reading my blog would be tempted to help a child by going to that website for Compassion International..

Happy Mother's Day too!


 

Monday, March 30, 2015

In My Opinion

The Invisibles 2009 


The word invisible in Websters dictionary says: "incapable of being seen, hidden, not appearing".
That is why I am invisible and I will proceed to tell you why.

You change when you hit 70+.  Maybe your hair will turn gray or pure whte, you may walk a little slower afraid of falling and you look as if you lost something because you are always watching the ground for fear of that.


No one notices you anymore.  You don't go to parties as much as some of your friends are no longer around to have them due to the fact they have moved away from you or have passed.
Waiting at resturants foyer for a table to open up you look around for a bench or seat to sit on and no one younger or even a man sitting there get up to offer you a seat.
Most, not all, young people walk in and out of doors oblivious that you are behind them not holding that door for you. We are Invisible!

However, one place we are not invisible at all and that is at our Doctor's office.  We are all there, white, gray hairs sitting awaiting our turn.  Yes, the nurse knows we are not Invisible, she calls our name.

There are all types of us Invisibles.  Some are lucky to still be able to take care of themselves at home while some are in another type of home, a Nursing Home.  All sizes, all shapes, all colors, white hair, gray it doesn't matter we are Invisibles.
 Now they are called "Honey, Sweetie, Dear.  These names I only use to my love ones but now semi-strangers are calling them by that.  What ever happened to "May I call you -------" or "Ms.-------- from these young guardians of our health.  Our immediate families who will love us no matter what our age, value us.  We aren't Invisible to them, well hardly.  They may call upon us to vent but never to take advice.  That I a subject that would  make a whole different ranting on my part.

Here is what stirred my ranting this time.

 I was standing in front of Walmart Store waiting for my ride when I see a white van pull up.  Doors swing open, woman driver gets out.  Takes out walkers, wheel chairs gently brings out the people. They are not Invisible to her, its her job. Yes, all white heads, soon to be Invisible in Walmart.
I smiled as they slowly walked by me so being white haired they saw me and we exchanged smiles.  There must have been 10 of them and I noticed young people passing by them as if there was  a big sale to end in 5 minutes.  No one holds a door, none of them smiling just rushing past these Invisibles.
 Maybe I should start a club for us Invisibles, we could meet, eat and greet while we rant about the younger generation. Be assured you younger than us, you will be joining in our club one of these days.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Finally and Hopefully

 
 
The above heading is first day of Spring on the Highway to Knoxville, Tennessee. .  The picture of the church and snow is the first day of Spring in New Jersey, my hometown.  It is even worse, I understand, farther North you go .  The landscaping places are all excited here getting their plants and fertilizers ready and the parking lots of places like Lowes and Home Depot show that the cabin fever has left (hopefully) and everyone is smiling and buying.

 However, I remember here in Tennessee on an Easter Sunday morning the snow was about 4 inches deep and a little daffodil was poking its head out as if to say "am I in the wrong place, or wrong season?"  Wish I took a photo of that.  Anything can happen the next month and rest of March so don't put away your woolies just yet even in the Middle South.

 For those of you who see this only in an email this is the above picture I was mentioning as the "above heading"

Thursday, February 19, 2015

BRRR! February 2015

Although many of you have had very severe snow storms in the North, we have had ice. My title picture above is from my breakfast room. This tree is the hopping off place for my birds to get to the feeders just below. Then there is a photo where a Willow tries to stand tall but is covered in ice. Hope the ice will be insulating what has already started to bud. In the front yards the brave Bradford Trees stand majestically but still covered in ice. Birds, my favorite to watch. The same ones every morning and early evening. The remind me of a grocery store line. One is pesty shoving and pushing, one forgot something but wants not to get out of line and one that is content to just wait. Another view from my kitchen window as you look out. It reminds me of a skating rink up North or a frozen pond in a park. Ice is just covering the empty lot. Imagination is a great thing!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Quilts

This week having a case of Cabin Fever and we have not been snowed in like so many of my Northern friends have been, I decided to do one of my favorite activities, walking. Really, not exercise walking, just walking through stores. One of my favorite stores that is not a craft type store would be antique and thrift stores with either an Estate Sale or garage Sale and being the weather so cold, we ended up Antiquing. I find my best deals in Antique stores. I have my favorite one that are reasonable and has a variety yet not cluttered up so much that you get overwhelmed and that is the store I find my best deals in. It is a fairly new one, run by two ladies of years and they are fun to talk with and can always give me a "deal". Let me show you what I consider a deal. First, this is something I passed up at the beginning of the "hunt" because I thought it was a bunch of individual items in a bowl. Then on second time around I went up to it and found out it was entirely one piece. Someone made this time consuming art piece and I bought it. Yes, got it for less than they asked and I was almost embarrassed to ask but what the heck, why not. This will be sitting on my harvest table from Spring time to Autumn. This is what I found in my favorite store also. It is all hand stitch, and has handstitched applique on it. Yes, I did check to make sure no China labels on it or cut off it. I was told it was recently made so there are no stains on it, torn pieces that you get if you are interested in old, old quilts. Which I am not. Then, my best friend forever (Ramona) or BFF brought me a wonderful quilt she made special. This I sleep under at night or throw over me for a nap. More to follow I hope!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Just Some Neat Photos

I guess sharing is my middle name because I do like you to see what is going on around Tennessee, where my husband Dave and I and KatieDog live. But you know that already if you get my blogs. The days have recently been very gray and dismal I am sorry to say. That is Winter, and I do love Winter. However, on this particular day the sky was so blue and the sun shinning so bright my husband took advantage of the day by going outside to soak up some of the warmer (ha!) weather. He gets cabin fever, ya know! This is a picture from our yard and it really was amazing to see all these streaming lines of airplanes going East to West, possible South to North. It was a day after a holiday (Martin Luther King) so maybe people were taking advantage of a long weekend by flying and now on Tuesday morn the sky was full of them going back home. Another photo which deserves an award for Valentines Day, Best in Veggie photo is this one. Now, a bag of Idaho potatoes is one thing but to find this one big one in the bag was just amazing, especially since a holiday is almost upon us. Yes, we peeled it, and ate it.