Beneath the Wraps

I was looking for some photo pages the last week.   As I was searching, I came across a scrapbook that Jenna and I created together – or started to anyway. A neighbor who had three daughters of her own had actually given the album to us.   I don’t know if it was something she intended to fill up eventually and life just got in the way, or if she just really wasn’t interested in that kind of thing – or why it had been in her possession in the first place. I don’t even know how old the album is.   There is a copyright from Lansdowne Publishing.   It was first published in 1997 than in 1998.   The book itself is written and compiled by Deborah Nixon.   Designed and Photographed by Robyn Latimer.   Beautifully illustrated and very thoughtful.   It’s called  Mother’s Memories For my Daughter.   I let Jenna pick out all the pictures that she wanted to use.   As I'd written do...

Winslow Press started the creation of a series called “Dear Mr. President” – I think a wonderful introduction.   I love the five books that were made.   I wish there was more.   I don’t know why it was discontinued – or so it seems.   Winslow Press doesn’t seem to offer publication later than 2002 (that I could see) and it doesn’t appear the site has been updated since May 2009.     Perhaps Winslow Press is one of many businesses that has had to file bankruptcy in the last decade and a half.   The three books I will focus on most are: Theodore Roosevelt: letters from a young coal miner by Jennifer Armstrong, Abraham Lincoln: letters from a slave girl by Andrea Davis Pinkney , and Franklin D. Roosevelt: letters from a mill town girl by Winthrop, Elizabeth. Though the Letters are fictionalized, information provided in the correspondence is based upon meticulous research.   I like how Winslow press refers ...

         You remember that nursery rhyme:                                  Hey, Diddle, Diddle          The Cat and the Fiddle           The Cow Jumped Over the Moon The verse ended with: The dish ran away with the Spoon As a child, I wondered What the Heck that whole thing even meant.   But especially the dish part and the spoon.   It was cute, I guess.   But crazy.   Surely inanimate objects cannot run away – but since I have been married, I have learned that they can. Most every spoon that has lived in our house(s) has been able to sprout legs and walk from room to room.   I had no clue that the majority of them would one day leave the house all together and ...

The weather the past few days have made for awesome biking weather, driving weather, walking weather . . . except for one thing.   There are some drivers who think they own the road and that the rules don’t apply to them.   They can drive as fast as they wish, as reckless as they wish and ain’t nobody in the path that is going to stop them.   Oh, whoops – there was.   Most of this could have been prevented.     I was at the front of the school yesterday – and have to walk a ways to the bus stop and make at least three transfers.   I make my first transfer at the college.   I decided to take the 41 in whatever direction came first.   The first one to come was going eastbound and then I made my final transfer to the 217 – which is the bus I normally take.   But there was a blockage that prevented both northbound and southbound traffic.   The bus had to turn back and take a long detour around that area.   I was at a ...

After my post yesterday, the rain fell off and on. When I left the house to go pick up Jenna, the sky was pouring down water from the sky.  POURING.  I had to return to the house for different shoes so my feet wouldn't get wet. I had grabbed Jenna's umbrella and coat as that morning we had both left the house with just sweatshirts and I knew she wouldn't be prepared.  The spine came out of her umbrella as I was putting it into my bag. Roland had forgotten his phone, but I can text him through an texting system that he set up through his computer at work.  I told him that it was pouring and asked if he could meet us at the school.  It would be an hour wait, but still.  Jenna and I are both okay with the rain, really.  But she is currently taking swim lessons, and I didn't know if the weather would interfere with the bus schedule running on time. When I exited the bus less than 20 minutes later, the sky was barely drizzling.  No one in Salt ...

       Shortly after school started, Jenna found some roller skates at a second hand store and Roland bought them for her.   She would never admit that they were tight on her, but I think they were.           She did try using them on occasion, but never really got the flair for using them comfortably.   After two months of leaving them outside in the cold, I told her to put them in the car and give them to Anna – not that they would currently fit her four-old cousin - but Anna can grow into them, whereas I believe Jenna has grown out.          The wind has been howling something fierce.   Yet the last two days have been like a spring/summer transition.   Neighbor kids were riding up and down the street on bicycles and scooters.   How fun it would have been for Jenna if she did still have her skates – or maybe she'd feel embarrassed as s...

This post was created two summers ago.  I don't know what button I hit that made the post change to Feb 2015. Today the winds blew strong - but it was warm outside.  Go figure.  We did use the air conditioning in the car (never have I done that in February) and although it has been warm today, it hasn't been SUMMER warm. I wrote a few verses about how I am personally handling this heat (not well) and emailed them to a friend who made it into a song.   He’d sent me the chords and the fingering.   But seeing it on paper really doesn’t mean that much to me.   I think it was sweet of him to send it to me. I've had two showers today but my body doesn't know it I've planted flowers and beets but my garden doesnt' show it I wash more clothes in summer than any other season I'm so tired all of the time and summer is the reason Why can't heat just stay away from me Allow my body to breathe free Allow my mind to think clearly Please just...