Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tyne started her blog over a month ago; at first it was basically about her jewelry making but now it has grown into including fun and interesting comments and stories! I am so proud of her!
(I did a post on Tyne in May called- Somewhere Over The Rainbow... if you are interested in reading more about my thoughts on her.)
Take time to check out her blog at http://tynebodennecklaces.blogspot.com/
Hopefully, weather permitting, I will be sending you some photos of us using it in a week or so!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Pictures originally taken 1996 & 1997
Friday, June 11, 2010
After her husband died suddenly, she gave me a little teapot with this poem. I look at it every day and think of her. It means a lot to me...
The handle represents caring arms to hold you
with understanding and support.
The spout stands for the pouring out
of tears and laughter.
The porcelain signifies the beautiful
relationship we share-
a rare and precious treasure.
Thank you Phyl, you are a very precious treasure to me too:)
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
On game day we all don our Brewer's shirts grab our gloves- in case we catch a foul ball, and head to the stadium early to do some tail gating. This includes playing catch in the parking lot along with grilling brats and hot dogs.
There is something so exciting about the atmosphere of a baseball game; the sounds, smells, vendors, and fans all add to the 'ole ballgame! I always get nostalgic and think of my Grandpa and Dad when I go to games.
They loved the game of baseball and were very good players in their day. My Grandpa was a catcher for the local hometown team as a young man in the early 1900's.
Pictured back row -last one on right holding catching gear
My Dad was a pitcher and it was told that he was asked to play on a semi-pro team as a young man in the mid 1930's but his Dad needed him at home to help farm. Always made me wonder what could have been...
Baseball holds a special place in the lives of my family, including nieces and nephews alike. I truly believe it is in your blood and if that is the case the love of baseball will go on for generations...I hope so, I think my grandpa would be pretty proud:)
Friday, June 4, 2010
I ran across this little story the other day while rummaging through some papers.
Hope you enjoy this one as much as I did.
After all her dinner guest were seated, a woman asked her 6-year old daughter to say the blessing. "I don't know what to say," her daughter replied.
"Just say what you hear mommy say." Replied her mother sweetly.
The child bowed her head. "Dear Lord," she said, "why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"
Have a great weekend, and remember to be careful what you say in front of your child:)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
In the midst of all of this their son, our grandson, Connor was experiencing a new change other than the move itself. During his kindergarten check-up they discovered that one of his eyes was weak and he needed glasses! To put it mildly, he was not very excited about this, and there were many tears, folded arms and bottom lip pouts.
Friday morning our daughter called and warned us to not mention his glasses when we got there as it was his first day of wearing them and he was struggling with the adjustment.
When we got there,it was hard not to say anything as he looked absolutely adorable, kinda like the little guy on Jerry Maguire!
But we said nothing and all seemed to be going well until without a thought, I reached over to push his glasses up on his nose a little. Suddenly there was this pause...he looked at me and with a very firm, accusatory expression he said, "Grandma, how did you know I got glasses?"
Remembering my daughter's warning, I quickly responded with, "I didn't know about it!"He looked at me over the top of his lenses and suspiciously said, "Grandma... how did you know???"I very casually said, "Well, when I came today it was a surprise!"He worked his way around my chair saying, "Well, I don't want anyone to know that I have glasses, so DON'T tell anyone, OK?" I told him that I wouldn't tell anyone, and he said, "You promise? 'cuz I don't want ANYONE to know."
I could barely contain my laughter as we carried on this very serious conversation, looking at his big, bright blue eyes framed by those cute little round framed glasses. But if he felt secure that his glasses were invisible as long as I kept my promise and didn't tell anyone, then so be it. I kept his secret for the rest of the day:)