It was probably in '59 or 1960. The snow started on Saturday morning. It was the weekend of the Army/Navy game, and it was the weekend of Youtharama for December. I loved seeing it snow, but I didn't know that it was going to ruin my weekend.
It snowed at the rate of about two inches per hour, so that by 3 p.m. there was a foot of snow on the ground and I got a phone call from Uncle Bill that we weren't going to go to Youtharama. I think I must have mouthed off to him and asked in a smart-mouth way why he couldn't drive in a foot of snow. Since I had never driven I didn't realize what it was like to drive with even two inches of snow on the road. But Uncle Bill just said we weren't going and that was it.
I thought about taking a bus into Philly so I could go to Youtharama, but my mom and dad wouldn't let me. So, I sat home on Saturday night and sulked.
The next morning, it was still snowing, and poor daddy had to shovel the walkway from the house to the church and then the church walkways. But while dad was at church and his family was at church, nobody else came, at least not for Sunday school. By church time a few people had braved the weather and walked to church, so we did have a church service that Sunday.
Nowdays, church would just be cancelled, but back then people could and did walk to church. People still live as close or as far from the church as they did back then, but they all drive to church. No one walks to church any more. Let's face it, folks just don't walk any more. I include myself in that. But then, I really can't walk any more. And boy I wish I could.
So after Sunday a.m. service, dad announced (because it was still snowing) that there would be no church in the evening. The deacons had a quick meeting and helped dad decide that.
I think we didn't have school the next day. Runnemede schools were open, but the high school was closed because buses couldn't get through. In Runnemede kids walked, at the high school, only Runnemede and Glendora kids walked. The others rode in buses.
So that's my snow story about Runnemede, brought on by the big snow they had this past weekend.
I wish we had a little more snow where I live now. But I guess I should be thankful for the little bit we got.
ttfn
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Christmas movies
When I was a child there were very few Christmas movies, and since we didn't have a TV until I was 10, I didn't get addicted to them until I got old (younger than I am now, but still old).
There were only two movies that I can recall seeing with my father and mother and those were: Miracle on 34th Street and It's a Wonderful Life. I can't remember the number of times I've seen those movies. Then when I was about 13 White Christmas was released for TV viewers.
I don't remember how old I was when the cartoons became my Christmas fare. Was it when I was in college or when I had children? Anyway, I have seen Rudolph, Charley Brown, and Frosty too many times to count and I still enjoy watching them.
This year, I'm overfed, so to speak, on Christmas movies. The Hallmark channel runs them from noon to Midnight. Lifetime has them on from 6 to midnight. And ABC Family runs them in the evenings as well.
Are there any new classics? I don't know. I know that I'm still enjoying the real classics on TCM (tonight is Gone with the Wind, which I'm not watching -- it's just oo long and I'm too sleepy).
Many of the TCM movies evoke those memories of my father and me watching late-night movies (11:30 to 1:30) including those like The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, Random Harvest and Mrs. Minnever. If I catch those titles in the movie scroll of a day, I will stop and watch, hankie in hand, no matter that I've viewed those movies dozens of times -- sort of like the new "old" movies: You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, and While you were Sleeping, all sappy chick-flicks that Alan walks away from, and I sit engrossed for as long as they take to view.
Runnemede and movies -- some combination.
ttfn
There were only two movies that I can recall seeing with my father and mother and those were: Miracle on 34th Street and It's a Wonderful Life. I can't remember the number of times I've seen those movies. Then when I was about 13 White Christmas was released for TV viewers.
I don't remember how old I was when the cartoons became my Christmas fare. Was it when I was in college or when I had children? Anyway, I have seen Rudolph, Charley Brown, and Frosty too many times to count and I still enjoy watching them.
This year, I'm overfed, so to speak, on Christmas movies. The Hallmark channel runs them from noon to Midnight. Lifetime has them on from 6 to midnight. And ABC Family runs them in the evenings as well.
Are there any new classics? I don't know. I know that I'm still enjoying the real classics on TCM (tonight is Gone with the Wind, which I'm not watching -- it's just oo long and I'm too sleepy).
Many of the TCM movies evoke those memories of my father and me watching late-night movies (11:30 to 1:30) including those like The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, Random Harvest and Mrs. Minnever. If I catch those titles in the movie scroll of a day, I will stop and watch, hankie in hand, no matter that I've viewed those movies dozens of times -- sort of like the new "old" movies: You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, and While you were Sleeping, all sappy chick-flicks that Alan walks away from, and I sit engrossed for as long as they take to view.
Runnemede and movies -- some combination.
ttfn
A long time ago
It occurred to me today that I haven't been living in Runnemede for over 40 years and yet the memories I have of that town are so near and dear to me.
Of course this time of year evokes so many memories -- good memories -- of those days when I was in residence in that town.
As I sat wrapping oodles of gifts for my grandchildren and children today, I remarked to my husband that it now takes me so much longer to do this than it used to, regardless of the numbers increasing, it still takes me so long to wrap even just one gift.
I also think of my father's perfection at gift wrapping, and mom's -- well let me just say, the gifts were surrounded with paper, most of it wrinkled from use again. She saved the paper each year and used it when she could the following year. Dad -- he always bought new paper, so I guess that's why his gifts always looked to perfect.
I don't reuse paper, much to Alan's chagrin. His family used to do that too. It must have been a Depression Era thing, as well as a lack of money thing.
I am thankful that God has given us enough for our needs and many or our wants, especially at this time of year. My favorite, because I love giving gifts to my family. My dad loved giving gifts to people, even if it wasn't Christmas.
A person could NOT come into our home and leave empty handed. He would either give them a book or a pen or a bookmark -- something to remember their visit with him and/or our family.
I like that idea and whenever my grandchildren visit they get something. I usually send something home with my cleaning crew as well.
This is the season for giving, but I like what my dad did -- he gave year round. Isn't that special?
ttfn
Of course this time of year evokes so many memories -- good memories -- of those days when I was in residence in that town.
As I sat wrapping oodles of gifts for my grandchildren and children today, I remarked to my husband that it now takes me so much longer to do this than it used to, regardless of the numbers increasing, it still takes me so long to wrap even just one gift.
I also think of my father's perfection at gift wrapping, and mom's -- well let me just say, the gifts were surrounded with paper, most of it wrinkled from use again. She saved the paper each year and used it when she could the following year. Dad -- he always bought new paper, so I guess that's why his gifts always looked to perfect.
I don't reuse paper, much to Alan's chagrin. His family used to do that too. It must have been a Depression Era thing, as well as a lack of money thing.
I am thankful that God has given us enough for our needs and many or our wants, especially at this time of year. My favorite, because I love giving gifts to my family. My dad loved giving gifts to people, even if it wasn't Christmas.
A person could NOT come into our home and leave empty handed. He would either give them a book or a pen or a bookmark -- something to remember their visit with him and/or our family.
I like that idea and whenever my grandchildren visit they get something. I usually send something home with my cleaning crew as well.
This is the season for giving, but I like what my dad did -- he gave year round. Isn't that special?
ttfn
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Christmas tree
We always had one. We didn't get it until just a couple of days before Christmas, although I remember mom asking dad over and over to pick one up, and everyday he'd come home from the post office WITHOUT a tree. I think he was waiting for the price to drop. I mean $5 was a lot of money back then, and he was waiting for the dollar sale. So we usually got a tree, a scraggly tree around December 22 or December 23.
Tinsel was saved from year to year -- back then it was made of aluminum foil, not plastic -- and it had to be draped just so. Dad, the perfectionist, made certain of that. Me? I'd just throw it on the tree. I had no patience for draping.
I recall the beautiful glass balls we had, which are now waiting to be hung on my tree. The box is out which has all these precious oldies, and I'm waiting for a spurt of energy to get me going to add them to my tree.
Do you all like my new border? It's so reminiscent of those days back in the 40s and 50s. The sleigh looks so much like the sleigh which was parked next to Santa's "house" in front of the Municipal building -- which was Santa's second home. His first home was at the fire house. There was no room for anything but his chair at that gathering place.
And the reindeer? I recall so many folks having a similar chach-key in their front yard. The wreath is not unlike what you'd find on many doors in town.
Ah, yes, I loved Runnemede at Christmas time. How many times have I said that? Old people tend to be repetitive, but the love of the small town, the decorations on peoples' lawns, porches, and doors, all are remembered fondly.
They say, "You can't go back." I know that's true. I wonder how the old town is decorated this year.
ttfn
Tinsel was saved from year to year -- back then it was made of aluminum foil, not plastic -- and it had to be draped just so. Dad, the perfectionist, made certain of that. Me? I'd just throw it on the tree. I had no patience for draping.
I recall the beautiful glass balls we had, which are now waiting to be hung on my tree. The box is out which has all these precious oldies, and I'm waiting for a spurt of energy to get me going to add them to my tree.
Do you all like my new border? It's so reminiscent of those days back in the 40s and 50s. The sleigh looks so much like the sleigh which was parked next to Santa's "house" in front of the Municipal building -- which was Santa's second home. His first home was at the fire house. There was no room for anything but his chair at that gathering place.
And the reindeer? I recall so many folks having a similar chach-key in their front yard. The wreath is not unlike what you'd find on many doors in town.
Ah, yes, I loved Runnemede at Christmas time. How many times have I said that? Old people tend to be repetitive, but the love of the small town, the decorations on peoples' lawns, porches, and doors, all are remembered fondly.
They say, "You can't go back." I know that's true. I wonder how the old town is decorated this year.
ttfn
Monday, December 7, 2009
December musings
I know I loved December for more reasons than it was the month of Christmas.
I know I loved snow. I still do. I really don't mind driving in snow, I just don't like ice, and it seems that while in NJ we got snow, out here in N. KY we get ice. It's beautiful, but oh, so treacherous.
I know I loved finding a gift for my mom and dad. something I hoped they would like, knowing the whole time that my 50 cents didn't go very far. However, when they opened their gift, they always oohed and aahed, and seemed to think that they got the most wonderful gift in the world. At least that's what I remember.
I know I loved wrapping gifts. I have never been good at it. That is, my dad was perfect at wrapping gifts. All the corners were squared off, and the ends of the packages had even triangles taped together to hold the paper tight. My package ends never match, I rarely get the scotch tape to hit correctly on the first try, thus having to put more tape on a package than is necessary. But I love curling ribbon (I wrote about that a couple of years ago).
I never liked addressing Christmas cards, and I still don't. For many years I didn't send any. Then we moved to a community where everyone sends cards to everyone else. I had to "keep up with the Joneses." This year, however, I'm cutting way back. I finally found the cards I bought last year to send out this year, so I hope to get them addressed tomorrow.
I loved to watch my mom bake. I loved to watch her cut out cookies. I loved that she let me put some sprinkles on the sugar cookies. Mom didn't bake much because the ladies in the church always showered us with boxes and boxes of cookies, which I must say were much better than anything my mom baked. I hope to get some cookies made this weekend.
I loved Christmas Eve dinner and caroling with the other teens in the church (when I finally got to be a teenager). I was so glad when my 13th Christmas had arrived, since I envied the teens the caroling events each year. All that cocoa!
And, did I mention, that I loved the snow? Yes, I did, and we had snow back then. Global warming hadn't hit NJ I guess.
Just a few things I remember about December. Hey I made a poem!
ttfn
I know I loved snow. I still do. I really don't mind driving in snow, I just don't like ice, and it seems that while in NJ we got snow, out here in N. KY we get ice. It's beautiful, but oh, so treacherous.
I know I loved finding a gift for my mom and dad. something I hoped they would like, knowing the whole time that my 50 cents didn't go very far. However, when they opened their gift, they always oohed and aahed, and seemed to think that they got the most wonderful gift in the world. At least that's what I remember.
I know I loved wrapping gifts. I have never been good at it. That is, my dad was perfect at wrapping gifts. All the corners were squared off, and the ends of the packages had even triangles taped together to hold the paper tight. My package ends never match, I rarely get the scotch tape to hit correctly on the first try, thus having to put more tape on a package than is necessary. But I love curling ribbon (I wrote about that a couple of years ago).
I never liked addressing Christmas cards, and I still don't. For many years I didn't send any. Then we moved to a community where everyone sends cards to everyone else. I had to "keep up with the Joneses." This year, however, I'm cutting way back. I finally found the cards I bought last year to send out this year, so I hope to get them addressed tomorrow.
I loved to watch my mom bake. I loved to watch her cut out cookies. I loved that she let me put some sprinkles on the sugar cookies. Mom didn't bake much because the ladies in the church always showered us with boxes and boxes of cookies, which I must say were much better than anything my mom baked. I hope to get some cookies made this weekend.
I loved Christmas Eve dinner and caroling with the other teens in the church (when I finally got to be a teenager). I was so glad when my 13th Christmas had arrived, since I envied the teens the caroling events each year. All that cocoa!
And, did I mention, that I loved the snow? Yes, I did, and we had snow back then. Global warming hadn't hit NJ I guess.
Just a few things I remember about December. Hey I made a poem!
ttfn
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Micki
Don't you just love this picture? It's Micki (two years ago) and Alan lovin' on her. He just loves our visits with her.
Well, folks, and some of you in Runnemede might remember her, she had a stroke on Thanksgiving Day. She's in the hospital in rehab and doing quite well. She had a knee replacement in mid-October and was going through her home-rehab, feeling really awful after the physical therapist left.
Thing is: I had called her right after her visit with the therapist and she told me she wasn't feeling well, and that her leg was really numb, but we both thought it was because of the PT she had just gone through. Fortunately, after I hung up, she called her friend and told her she couldn't feel anything in her leg (the one that was supposedly fixed) who came right over and got her to the hospital.
For you in Runnemede: Micki was on the radio (before TV) and had a program coming out of Philly every Saturday morning. I listened to it religiously, and she did make at least one "appearance" at church and sang a few hymns with her guitar.
She is now 85 years old. Praying for her would be appreciated. I'll keep you all updated.
ttfhn
Monday, November 30, 2009
What a trip!
I'm posting this on The Fat Lady Singeth as well. Covering all my bases here.
Alan and I just got back from a cruise to nowhere. That's what they call it when you basically wander around in the Atlantic ocean for days on end and enjoy the cruise ship as a resort, instead of getting suffled off the boat every day to try to see sights that you can't possibly see well in the time alloted.
I will get to my ONE TOUR this trip.
The trip was out of Baltimore. This was a first time to use this port and I have to say that for passengers with mobility problems this was the best ever. And our immobility this year was the worst ever. So that's saying a lot.
They were very attentive to our needs and got us to our cabin in good time. Dumb us. We showed up two hours too early, thinking we were on a Miami boarding schedule. Not at all. But that's okay. They were still very nice about our earliness (and we weren't the only ones) and weren't put off by it at all.
We had pre-ordered scooters so we would be able to get around the boat with little or no pain. Well, that worked well for three and a half days, then Alan did a back flip with his scooter -- the back wheels got caught on the ramp through one of the doors to the upper deck -- and he got the wind knocked out of him, bruised several ribs, and was in misery the remainder of the trip. Basically, he stayed in the room for the rest of the time, except for meals when after not liking the room service selection he decided he would join me for meals at the restaurants. Someday I'll write about those mis-adventures, but not today.
Anyway, on Thanksgiving day, we were in Nassau, Bahamas. Now, I've walked from the ship to Nassau several times, and each time it has been a wearying, hurtful process. But I want those free bracelets and other jewelry they hand out at the various jewelry stores there. I now have enough charm bracelets for all my girls, big and small! All free! And I have necklaces for stockings, etc. I'm so excited about that.
Anyway, this trip what normally took me 1 hour to get into town, took only 10 minutes on the scooter. It was so much fun and I could see so much more. Granted many of the shops didn't have ramps, so I couldn't go into them. Their loss, as I was in a spending mood, and I had saved my meager allowance for six months! I bought myself a present for Alan to give me for Christmas -- that's a tradition. I buy it, he pays for it, and wraps it up, and I enjoy it for as long as I live. Then one of my girls will enjoy it. See? Isn't that the way it's supposed to work?
Alan had been complaining and saying he was sure he had shingles, and I kept checking (this was after the back flip) to see if he did have shingles, and I saw nothing, so I decided he needed to get to an ER as soon as we landed. Well, lucky for him, shingles showed themselves for the nasty things they are and now he only has to endure a trip to the doctor's office to get some anti-biotics. He has the pain meds that they gave him on the boat, and the meds he's been taking since his last shingles attack.
You see, with a compromised immune system once you get shingles you never get rid of them entirely. You get rid of the rash, but the pain may lessen some, but it's still there. Sort of like fibromyalgia. And because his immune system is compromised, he can't have the vaccine that is available for singles.
So at the end of the trip -- and I have to say we had the best wait staff ever -- I packed us up, and boy did that hurt, because I had been having to lift Alan from a chair or bed, and I was so totally sore from doing that. I packed us up. Got us all set to get off the boat which was slicker than butter this time. What a difference from other cruises. They wheeled us right up to the taxi. The cab-driver took care of transferring out luggage to our car which was had parked at the hotel in which we stayed in Baltimore, and off we went.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig!!!!
Alan and I just got back from a cruise to nowhere. That's what they call it when you basically wander around in the Atlantic ocean for days on end and enjoy the cruise ship as a resort, instead of getting suffled off the boat every day to try to see sights that you can't possibly see well in the time alloted.
I will get to my ONE TOUR this trip.
The trip was out of Baltimore. This was a first time to use this port and I have to say that for passengers with mobility problems this was the best ever. And our immobility this year was the worst ever. So that's saying a lot.
They were very attentive to our needs and got us to our cabin in good time. Dumb us. We showed up two hours too early, thinking we were on a Miami boarding schedule. Not at all. But that's okay. They were still very nice about our earliness (and we weren't the only ones) and weren't put off by it at all.
We had pre-ordered scooters so we would be able to get around the boat with little or no pain. Well, that worked well for three and a half days, then Alan did a back flip with his scooter -- the back wheels got caught on the ramp through one of the doors to the upper deck -- and he got the wind knocked out of him, bruised several ribs, and was in misery the remainder of the trip. Basically, he stayed in the room for the rest of the time, except for meals when after not liking the room service selection he decided he would join me for meals at the restaurants. Someday I'll write about those mis-adventures, but not today.
Anyway, on Thanksgiving day, we were in Nassau, Bahamas. Now, I've walked from the ship to Nassau several times, and each time it has been a wearying, hurtful process. But I want those free bracelets and other jewelry they hand out at the various jewelry stores there. I now have enough charm bracelets for all my girls, big and small! All free! And I have necklaces for stockings, etc. I'm so excited about that.
Anyway, this trip what normally took me 1 hour to get into town, took only 10 minutes on the scooter. It was so much fun and I could see so much more. Granted many of the shops didn't have ramps, so I couldn't go into them. Their loss, as I was in a spending mood, and I had saved my meager allowance for six months! I bought myself a present for Alan to give me for Christmas -- that's a tradition. I buy it, he pays for it, and wraps it up, and I enjoy it for as long as I live. Then one of my girls will enjoy it. See? Isn't that the way it's supposed to work?
Alan had been complaining and saying he was sure he had shingles, and I kept checking (this was after the back flip) to see if he did have shingles, and I saw nothing, so I decided he needed to get to an ER as soon as we landed. Well, lucky for him, shingles showed themselves for the nasty things they are and now he only has to endure a trip to the doctor's office to get some anti-biotics. He has the pain meds that they gave him on the boat, and the meds he's been taking since his last shingles attack.
You see, with a compromised immune system once you get shingles you never get rid of them entirely. You get rid of the rash, but the pain may lessen some, but it's still there. Sort of like fibromyalgia. And because his immune system is compromised, he can't have the vaccine that is available for singles.
So at the end of the trip -- and I have to say we had the best wait staff ever -- I packed us up, and boy did that hurt, because I had been having to lift Alan from a chair or bed, and I was so totally sore from doing that. I packed us up. Got us all set to get off the boat which was slicker than butter this time. What a difference from other cruises. They wheeled us right up to the taxi. The cab-driver took care of transferring out luggage to our car which was had parked at the hotel in which we stayed in Baltimore, and off we went.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig!!!!
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