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What’s your favorite ice-cream flavor?

Ice cream is one of my favorite foods- I love just about any flavor. My very favorites are Coffee Chip or Mint Chip.

If you were to treat yourself to the “finer things” what would you treat yourself to? 

I suppose “finer” means different things to everyone, and I am pretty content with the things I have. I would like to go for a spa day once a month and get a facial and a massage.

Have you ever been drunk?

Good one. Who can forget the first time they got so drunk they threw up? I was 17 and had one too many Tequila Sunrises (Tequila & OJ) the room began to spin and oh was I sick. Never touched Tequila again after that. 

Complete this sentence: My favorite supposedly guilty pleasure is… 

Spending endless hours on WordPress, Facebook, and shopping online.

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Memory

Memory: the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information.

    Something remembered from the past; a recollection.

It is funny how something can trigger a memory, remind us of a time from our past, remind us of someone we loved who is gone. I attended a concert at a local library on Sunday, a trio consisting of violin, piano and cello, who played 2 selections of classical music. It was a lovely hour spent listening and watching these talented musicians. When they finished they decided to do an encore, and at the first chords of the piano I knew what it was. The song Memory from the musical Cats. This song will forever be entwined with memories of my father, who got tickets for the show when it first opened in October of 1982. His favorite song was Memory, not just for the beauty of the music, but the words resonated with him too. He was a sentimental man and easily moved by music.

At the first chords I could feel a catch in my throat and my eyes fill with tears- all in a split second. Thinking of my father, remembering his excitement at getting those tickets, and just remembering him.

Those gone from our lives remain within us forever-and though it made me sad I was happy for the good memories and the music bringing my father to mind. 

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What was your favorite subject in school?

I always enjoyed English, and in High School I loved my Astronomy class. We leaned about the phases of the moon and the stars- I found it fascinating.

If you could have a servant come to your house every day for two hours, what would you have them do?

Clean the bathrooms and wash my kitchen floor.

Where did you live when you were in the third grade of school?  Is it the same place or town you live now?

I am still living in the same town I grew up in, and pass the school where I attended third grade almost everyday.

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In your opinion, list some places that are great for shopping?

Well it depends upon what you are shopping for. Amazon of course is great for anything you can’t find locally. 6pm.com is my go to online store for shoes that are reasonably priced. Talbots, Old Navy, Gap, J Crew, Lord & Taylor- I love to shop so just about any mall anywhere any store!!

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Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Grateful everyday

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My Father, Myself

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Today would have been my father’s birthday. He died 11 years ago.

I think of him often.

Are we who we are because of genetics? environment? a combination of both? As I have grown older I have to come to realize I am my father’s daughter most certainly. So much of who I am, the things that make me tick, are because of him. I was always closer with my father than my mother. He was always the more “emotive” parent- free with his hugs, easy to laugh, a good listener who really heard what you had to say. He was willing to engage in discussion at times when my mother just saw everything as black or white, gray never existed in her world. I was an emotional child- easy to cry, sensitive- my mother didn’t know what to do with it- thankfully my father was always there.

He grew up poor with an alcoholic father and no education past high school, but succeeded in rising above it and away from it, following the lead of people willing to help him, observing people, paying attention to how they got to where they got to, and reaching those heights himself because of it. Did he have a darker side, yes, but I am happy to remember what was so wonderful about him, and understand where the darkness came from and why it was a part of him and accept it.

One of my earliest memories (I was 5) is of us going bird watching together. He was an avid bird watcher and part of a club. We would leave the house before daybreak, and meet his birding group. I remember spotting a Snowy Owl once- a major sighting! My love of nature and birds stems from those early morning trips.

He loved music and loved to sing. He had hoped to become a professional singer in his early 20’s, but real life came along and he needed to be able to make a living. His love for music was infused throughout our home-he always sang to us and for us, he played the banjo- old folk songs with verses we could all join in on.

My father recorded a few songs in a studio when he was thinking he could turn his singing into a career. The recordings were on 78 rpm records. Shortly before he died I was able to have the recordings converted to CD. I remembered hearing the recordings as a child, but had literally not heard them in 45 years. At the sound of the first note of him singing, what a rush of emotion- music or a song can always take you back to another place and time- but to hear his voice! What a gift to be able to hear that beautiful voice again.

His favorite poem was Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.

He read it to me many times, and always reminded me of the importance the following lines held for him.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

I am thankful to have had a father that understood me, helped me to grow as a person, and who lives within in me. I feel my ability to be a good listener, to search for deeper meaning in things, comes from him. I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to tell him those things before he died. I made the following photo montage with one of his recordings playing in the background, if you’d like to take a listen.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Transition

One of my nieces comes to spend a weekend almost every year with us, usually the Friday and Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend.  It gives us a chance to spend some time together and go shopping of course. What are Aunts for if not to treat their nieces to something special and spend some quality time with them away from their other siblings? We try to take a photo every year, and it seemed perfect for the Weekly Photo Challenge this week as when she started coming she was only 7, and is now 14. We missed a few years, but you get the idea2010

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