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Daddy
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Jun 13, 2005 10:54 pm
Mood: amused,
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When I was in grade school my Aunt and Uncle bought a place in Wisconsin. The place had a dirt basement on it to live in. It was fine for them till my Dad and Uncle could build their house. It had no power or water running to it. Daddy loved it and we went to see them as much as we could on week ends. Being Daddy's Tag-along I made every trip. A few years later Daddy and his Sister bought a place not to far from my Aunt and Uncle. This place had a old 2 room house on it.. oh and you guessed it .. no electric and no running water. Dad put down a well so we didn't have to haul water far. And of course we had the "Little Brown Shack" out back. We all moved there the summer before my Senior year of High school. We all was, Mom, Dad, my 2 brothers and I. My Aunt and Uncle and my cousin. Yep 8 people in 2 rooms. It was cool though The back room was wall to wall beds...with my brother having a roll away in the other room.. he was the fire keeper...lol. the other room was our Kitchen/dining/living room. This room had a fireplace, and pet chipmunks lol. Dad was building again.. this time for us..2 little houses, connected by a utility room. I spent almost all my waking hours outside exploring. I loved having the river at my front door and all Gods creation at my back. Inside was not a good place to be.. Mom was mad cause we moved there and she was gonna leave us and go back to the city!!. She is still there..lol. But this was "Daddy's Dream" fishin and huntin in your own yard..lol. It was quiet..and peaceful most of the time. So how many men actually get their dream??? And somehow I felt like God gave me a piece of heaven in my heart too, cause out in the woods I enjoyed "Daddy's Dream" too. It was hard livin with none of the necessities of life as people know them, some people that is...and my brothers and cousin just don't know what they missed sitting inside. We moved into the new houses in my Senior year it had electricity and running water. My brothers were finally happy...lol. TV, me.. naaaa I was still out with Daddy..Huntin or Fishin or just roamin the woods...lol. At the end of my senior year I left "Daddy's Dream" and moved back to the Big City but it was never the same.. so where am I now...lol this redneck gal is in the country where she belongs..with running water and electricity..lol. "Mary's Dream" lol..lol ♥
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Grandmother I Miss You, and our simple ways :)
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Jun 7, 2005 8:44 pm
Mood: amused,
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She like me was never pretty...I never noticed growing up. She had the most beautiful heart. My grandmother was a special lady, she spoke so little english, and so much of her special "friendship" language. She was Lithuanian, but spoke so many other languages.. our neighbors were Polish, German, Russian..and a few I have no idea where they came from. She never had a problem talking to anyone. May times I didn't understand what she said so I think it was like a slang for the neighborhood. (Friendship Language)We lived simpley, no frills. I remember the "Ice Box" we had .. The man on the truck that brought the ice blocks always chipped us off ice.. it was wonderful and you know germ free...lol. When we got the electric one it was a sight to see..lol. Gram was so proud. It was little and had a holder for 1 icetray...lol. Oh when she got the ringer washer my how she bragged to me about that. In my childhood I remember .. the Knife sharper that came around every so often..The shoe repair shop down the block that really repaired shoes, the Barber shop with the real pole the lit up and twirled, the Milkman, Chinese Laundry (no ticky no washey). The Doctor that made house calls. The phone in the hall that was never used, but there in case of emergency,and the phone number that started with letters .. Gram I'm callin you... Please answer
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Yesterdays Goodbye...
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May 31, 2005 7:25 pm
Mood: adventurous,
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Yesterday...I did it, finally I did something My Head told me to do. My heart had foolishly been given to someone that didn't deserve it..didn't want or need it. That person selfishly kept it under false pretense. I became a sad..lonelier..confused person, all the bubbling joy was sucked out of me. I alone allowed this to happen...and I alone, took back "My Heart"!!!! I am smiling..Thank you Head...you are so smart!!! LOL
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AAAAHHHH Love..
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May 31, 2005 7:09 pm
Mood: beautiful,
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We all want to fall in Love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sence is hightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, and afternoon. But that doesn't diminish it's value, because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives....aaaahhhh Love...
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Dreams..
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May 29, 2005 9:33 am
Mood: amused,
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Do you dream?? I have all my life. I know some people never do. Sometimes they are so real I get up wondering .. did that happen? Most of my dreams are good, or funny. Then there was the time..I dreamt 5 nights in a row I died. All 5 nights I died a differant way. I saw every detail.Almost like I was watching it happen. Oh it was spooky. One of these dreams had a close friend of mine killing me, a few days later he came by my house and stopped. I answered the door and as you can guess.. I was nervous..I asked him if he came to kill me lol. He was of course confused lol. I was so serious , he had to calm me down. Assure me he was not there to kill me..lol I was in my early 30"s then, and I am still here. Have you ever had dreams so real you would swear they were real?? Oh and note to this ..I forgot to say .. a bunch of us from work went to see a Fortune Teller 2 nights before my dreams..she mentioned I would die soon. LOL
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Things remembered...Smoke, Smoke ,Smoke , I think not...lol
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May 23, 2005 10:51 pm
Mood: amused,
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OK.. Gram had her rules and I knew to not mess up. But sometimes Gram cheated a bit..lol. Gram had her thoughts about the way a girl should be brought up. Smoking was not going to be allowed I learned that VERY young. My first lesson on the evils of that were my Gram pulling me off the front porch because she saw a woman walk down the sidewalk with one in her mouth. While Gram stopped the "Lady" and told her she was a "PIG". I was too young to understand what she was talking about. But few more trips off the porch .. I got it!! LOL. When My Mother would come to visit, not often, it would be world war. She smoked and didn't care who knew it. But!!! at a young age I realized... Gram Smoked!!! At night, Gram would turn on T.V., I would be made to sit in chair by the front door if I was to watch. All lights were turned off and Gram would lay down on floor in front of the T.V. AAAHH.. and what would billow up in front of that bright light...lol.. yes!! "Smoke Rings In The Dark" I never said a word, she was hiding it from me. Her ashtray was a neatly hidden vicks jar under the sofa. I found her stash...lol. I never let her know that I knew..I kept her secret until today. No I never smoked... still don't. God I miss that woman.... but I said that before didn't I...lol. Mary ♥
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Thing remembered...
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May 23, 2005 12:05 am
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There was good and sad in my growing up..and right and wrong. Some things I didn't know where wrong were daily things in my life. My Grandfather Tony died before I was born. Gram had 7 kids, one on the boat on the way to America. He died at birth,and was not to come to America. My Aunt Anne was with Gram, a child herself. Gram was 12 when she had Aunt Anne. Can we even imagine? She was 15 when she came to America. When I was born I became child 8 for her. She brought me home from the hospital at 3 days old. My Mother is her youngest child, besides me. My two Aunts were still at home then. They helped with bills and Gram scrubbed floors and took in laundry. She also had a wonderful garden in her back yard. Yes, in Chicago, She grew all sorts of veggies. And she had a cherry tree she planted when I was born. Gram dug that whole garden herself with a pitch fork and a shovel. and as long as I can remember there was never a weed in it. It was long before weed eaters and mulch and garden tillers. All good so far huh!! This is where I tell you something wrong in my life. Aunts moved out..Gram rented basement and 2 bedrooms out, things got harder, but never did she ever complain. She worked harder. I remember I was very small and we would go out at daylight, down the alleys, she had a funny shopping bag. I was cold but we moved fast..yes from garbage can to garbage can. Until we got to the Bakery two blocks away. Gram would pick up things and put them in her bag. And at the bakery she would knock at the back door and a man with a funny tan hat would come out and bring us bread. We would sit on trash cans and talk..well I always got a day old roll. He saved the old bread for Gram. He smiled at Gram alot...lol. The alley was grams grocery store. But it was ok, cause gram did it, and I didn't know it was wrong. She was providing the only way she knew how. Oh and I am here to tell about it... God I miss her...
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In The Beginning... Things I remember
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May 21, 2005 10:18 pm
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We are all into this Blog thing.I have been reading them and tried to write one. It was rejected and has moved on into the cyber world of "old cast out Blogs" it was never posted. In fact, I never saw it again. LOL. So what do you write your Grand Blog on, your life, your love, your Passion for somethings/people? Do you write about your Grandmother that had you from birth and her way of child rearing?? Yes that is it Gram. I had a special Gram to say the least. My Gram came from Lithuania. She spoke broken English and when others were not around no English. I spoke my first words in Lithuanian. But with my Aunts still at home that was fixed right away. Today let's just tell about one of many things I learned. Nice girls don't wear Red shoes!!!! And may I say right here I have never, nor will I ever, have a pair of red shoes. I can't even look at them. Gram somehow associated red shoes with ladies of the night. Or she led me to believe this, of course the little girl next door had those beautiful "Red three buckle Patent Leather shoes" that I wanted so badly. She would never lead me to believe an untruth??? Or would she?? Was this a way to smooth over the fact that She could not buy them for me, I never questioned her. I just knew she said "Nice girls don't wear Red shoes"!! And I knew how much she loved me.
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