Thank you
To all who have commented on my blog, thank you. Chong - No, I didn't find any chronic bud in St. Louis - to tell you the truth, I didn't ask anyone... Loxely - ha!, but I suspect you know my husband pretty well... Skip - I am creating my own little travel magazine... Jordan, I visist your blog fairly regularly; I'll post a comment or two...gr8tfulg - I highly recommend the empty nest - I love my kids but am glad I've reached this part of my life!...msblackandwhite - thank you for the kind comments and the plug on your excellent blog...tiscassidy - I visit your blog regularly; I am so glad my kids have such great friends - I'm especially glad they have you as a friend!...High Tide - I already mentioned your comment - have to research that one a bit; thanks for the visit... Brian - thank you for the comment. I researched the Bureau of Justice Crime Statistics and you are so right! From 1994 - 2003 violent crime fell by 33.4% and property crime by 23%. America is a beautiful place!!!
posted by OurayDreamer at 9:21 AM
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No problem, chica.
I knew your husband fairly well; it’s kind of strange what one remembers.
I knew him when he had to wear Elvis sized glasses with glass lenses that made marks on his nose. No featherlites back then
I knew him when he practiced his hockey maneuvers in the driveway,
you guessed it - rocks hit the window.
I knew him when he missed his bus and he had run up the street to catch the bus at the corner store – in the snow.
I knew him when we went Trick-or-Treating when it was 0 degrees.
I knew him when his textbooks had funny drawings in them and ‘the man’ became angry.
In fact, I knew many, many times when ‘the man’ became angry
I knew him when played basketball at the school with the red and white checkered floor.
I knew him regarding the little red-haired girl - He said, ‘I can do anything when she’s watching.’
I knew him when he played on a flag football team, then his transition to public school.
I knew him when I couldn’t look back when we dropped off that girl with the terribly long blonde hair.
I knew him when there were 3 or 4 girls waiting on him to come home.
I knew him when ‘the man’ hit him with the glass bowl that left the scar on his upper lip.
I knew him when ‘the man’ hit him for a lot of things.
I knew him when things became worse at home and he had to leave.
I knew with long hair and playing in “Stache” (sp)
I knew him as my best friend for the first 14 years of my life.
I knew him when he moved away and began the life we all take of starting a family, paying bills and losing touch with friends.
I did not know him if or when he realized ‘the man’ wasn’t his fault.
I did not know him when he fussed over his children as they dealt with their teen years
I did not know him when he struggled with the kids moving off, and their subsequent return.
I did not know him when quit playing the piano or singing.
I did not know him when our hairlines began to match.
I did now know him when he met the friends that are almost family.
Sadly, I hardly know him now.
thanks for the encouragement. i'm beginning to shake the feathers loose and it's feeling good. i know it's only a cyber connection, but it's nice to hear your voice.
One of life's great dilemmas - how does one cross the divide between childhood and adulthood and retain the relationships while forging a new life? Perhaps such a journey is easier if childhood is not filled with so much sadness and pain. That being said, though, many through the ages have been able to enjoy full adult relationships with siblings and childhood friends. I certainly do not have all the anwers but I can offer my thoughts on the matter for perusal.
Someone once said, let's build a bridge to... Why would one need to build a bridge? It takes so much time and effort, constant maintenance and there is no guarantee of success. One build because what is on the other side of the divide is important, valuable, a potential treasure. Even more so if there was initially no divide and, over time, a chasm developed, little by little or all of a sudden. How does one start - there must be agreement - a point of commonality or both sides may build halfway and not meet.
This dilemma of which I write is evident in families throughout the ages - we all continue to grow and change in one way or another. Sometimes the changes occur around the same time in two people - my sister and I, adversaries in childhood, have grown wonderfully close as we gracefully age. Usually, though, life brings about profound changes and, in the pursuit of that life, erosion can occur when one's attention is focused on now and today. Many years ago, as my sweet husband and I looked to a future where we would, once again, be a couple; we worked diligently to strengthen the ties that brought us together in the first place - ties not dependant on our children. And, even now, we are continually working on the suspension bridge which connects us to our now-adult children. I say suspension because we raised them to have large lives - the bridge may need to cover a large span and needs to be strong enough for many people in their lives to cross over to us and vice versa.
Memories are an important part of any bridge and can be one support but other supports, reciprocal points, must be found. This blogger hopes to observe lines being thrown across the divide from both directions - some may not reach the mark, but persistence is the key.
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