Things I Miss

The video below came my way this morning.

It reminds me that I miss my tap dancing class and all the ladies from the class. I miss looking forward to class each week, and to the excitement of learning a new dance, with new steps. I miss the anticipation of the recital and then the quickness with which it is over. Months of work and it’s over in a few short minutes.

There are a few things I miss in this 21st century life.

Like getting letters in the mail. I’ve always been one who is excited about receiving mail and find few things more disappointing than an empty mailbox at the end of the day. When I was a young girl I used to get letters and cards from my grandmothers. In college I received mail from a lot of people and many times those letters were the highlight of my day. I loved them so much that I still have many of them from over 40 years ago. I have one sitting beside me now, dated July 14, 1969. It was sent to my cousin and I who were 13 then, and at Girl Scout camp. It’s from my younger sister, Diane. She wrote that letter on her 10th birthday. Imagine. She took time on her birthday to write me a letter. It wasn’t an earth shattering letter – was more what you expected in those days from 10 year old letter writers. She asked how we were and then asked a series of questions. She signed it with love and added a “write back” at the end. I can tell from the letter that she took pride in what she was doing – each cursive letter and word carefully crafted. People don’t write letters like they did 44 years and 9 months ago.

Here’s a funny thing. My mom addressed the envelope that contained that letter, but it didn’t have a zip code on it. And it got there anyway. Imagine that.

I miss that kind of care. Once upon a time someone at the USPS cared enough to make sure that letter got to me even without a zip code on it. I remember writing letters to my grandparents and addressing the envelopes with “Grammy” or Grammy and Grampa” and they always got there.

That 1969 letter from my sister had a six cent stamp on it. I miss that too! I miss popsicles I could buy for a nickle that were HUGE, and cherry cokes at the drug store for 10 cents, and gas that was 35 cents a gallon.

I miss my friend Brian, who went with me to the drugstore in the summer after swim lessons and always ordered orange sherbet with butterscotch sauce when he had a quarter. If I had a quarter too, I’d have a scoop of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and nuts.

I miss being able to eat vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce every day all summer long. And nuts.

This week I’ve called a few people about a few things.

I called Ebay’s customer service to try to resolve a problem with an item I’d purchased. I spoke to a woman with a strong Indian accent and I missed a lot of what she was saying. I asked her to repeat herself – often – and to slow down. I called DirectTV to inquire about satellite television and I spoke to two different women. Both of whom I had to ask to slow down and speak more clearly. They didn’t have accents, but they sure were hard to understand.

I miss the days when people took their time on the phone – maybe because time didn’t mean money.

I miss rotary dial phones because, personally, I thought they were way cooler looking than cell phones.

How cool is this?

How cool is this?

New fangled!

New fangled!

Just like Grammy's!

Just like Grammy’s!

I miss lunches of corn chowder with my Gram.

I miss playing with the phone cord while I talked to my boyfriend for hours, until someone came on the line, frustrated, telling me they needed to make a call. Sometimes that someone else on the line didn’t even live in my house. Imagine that! Conference calls before we even knew what they were :)

There are a lot of things that have gone away that were perfectly good things. I know it’s inevitable that as life goes on things will change. For the most part I’m okay with that. There are some things I miss that I do have control over. . .

. . .like braiding my hair, having litters of kittens in the house, embroidered cotton tops, and Dr. Scholl’s wooden sandals. Yet, I’m not sure I’ll invite them back into my life. Sometimes the memories are enough.

What is it that you miss?

Writing Prompt #101



I don’t believe I’ve ever had a prompt about food, so it’s about time!

Think about those special edibles in your life:

a favorite something your Gramma used to make?

a special birthday meal?

a seasonal favorite (like sugar on snow!)?

Write everything you can about the FOOD! Not the memory associated with it necessarily (we’ll save that one for another time),
but the food itself – the smell, the taste, the texture, the emotions associated with it, the reaction your body has to it. . .

Just Write!

In Less Than a Week

On April 7, 2014 there was still at least a foot of snow surrounding my house.
Actually, there was still some snow on the roof of the sun room, as well.
It seemed it would be a month before it would possibly be gone.

Yet, by April ll – only five days later – the entire yard was clear of snow.
It fell off the roof by Tuesday afternoon and was gone from the deck by Wednesday morning.

All the flower gardens are free of the white stuff and ready to be cleaned up.

It feels like a miracle.

Don’t confuse my yard with reality. I get a lot of sun around my house. There is still snow around the edges, where there is less direct sunlight.

Oh, wait – as I am writing this I see the local flock of turkeys headed through that very field to the apple tree on the other side.
Here’s a good look at the turkeys and the remaining snow.
Turkeys april 13, 2014

Sorry about that – sometimes life takes a little detour :)

Back to the disappearing snows.

There is still plenty of snow on Burke Mountain and they were open this weekend.

So, while Dave was up working for ski patrol. . .and skiing. . .

I took my first bike ride of the season.

Hi Dave!

Hi Dave!

It was 58 degrees out.
I wonder how many places there are in the world where you can ski and ride bikes and watch turkeys walk through your yard within two miles of one another?

It’s a good life.

Writing Prompt #100


In honor of my 100th writing prompt on this blog I have mixed it up a bit this week.

I wanted my 100th prompt to coincide with the 100th day of 2014, which is today, April 10.

Cool, eh?

Anyhow – 100 writing prompts – I think that is quite an accomplishment. Think of any things you might have done 100 times. . .

Probably a lot of them you take for granted, right? Like doing the dishes, or grocery shopping. Most of us have done those things thousands of times and they are really nothing special. Maybe not for everyone. I once had a friend who seemed to put a lot of thought and energy into doing dishes. He kind of got lost in the task. He was one with the project and did it incredibly well. It was like he meditated on the task, and as a result had the cleanest dishes and the cleanest kitchen I’d ever seen.


Now think about ALL the opportunities that have come your way, experiences that you’ve had, tasks that you’ve completed. . .
and make a list of the 100 best!

It’s up to you to decide the definition of ‘best‘, but keep in mind that this is an opportunity to celebrate 100 great moments in your life, simply by writing them down!

Please, feel free to share some with us!

It’s Coming, It’s Coming!

SPRING that is!

I’m sure of it, I really am.

I’ve found evidence.

The temperature is rising!

The temperature is rising!

Last year's golf balls have sprouted!

Last year’s golf balls have sprouted!

I can see the back yard!

I can see the back yard!

Garden catalogs are arriving daily!

Garden catalogs are arriving daily!

We haven't had a fire in over a week, and Dave's throwing trash in the fireplace!

We haven’t had a fire in over a week, and Dave’s throwing trash in the fireplace!

I'm transplanting houseplants!

I’m transplanting houseplants!

Dave bought a new GoPro  camera!

Dave bought a new GoPro camera!

    Farewell frost, or welcome spring
    by Robert Herrick

Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw’d are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling;
The palms put forth their gems, and every tree
Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry.
The while the Daulian minstrel sweetly sings
With warbling notes her Terean sufferings.
–What gentle winds perspire! as if here
Never had been the northern plunderer
To strip the trees and fields, to their distress,
Leaving them to a pitied nakedness.
And look how when a frantic storm doth tear
A stubborn oak or holm, long growing there,–
But lull’d to calmness, then succeeds a breeze
That scarcely stirs the nodding leaves of trees;
So when this war, which tempest-like doth spoil
Our salt, our corn, our honey, wine, and oil,
Falls to a temper, and doth mildly cast
His inconsiderate frenzy off, at last,
The gentle dove may, when these turmoils cease,
Bring in her bill, once more, the branch of Peace.