Valley products! Another place in York New Salem who have nice people, great service and abusiness you want to go back to. Small in size, big at heart. They had what I needed and then some. They carry thse little "MAde In America" labels. Yup, I bought some and sew it on or in my bags. I purchased cording for drawstring bags Doozybags.com
and velcro. Oh I love that velcro. It was priced right too. That's how it is dealing with your community businesses. You really can't go wrong.
This is their link...http://www.clothlabels.com/
MAny times I 've stopped in just to ask a question and Betsy or one of the guys were willing to help, make suggestions and are sincere about it, but never pushy. I am proud to deal with when I need a sewing product, Valley Products. It's immediate, fast and friendly. I save gas, have personal attention, save time and stress. Stay away from thos craft stores. They are so big you get lost just trying to find what you're looking for. Oh sure they have a place, but first give a call or check out their site if you need strapping and other products. Buy from a family owned business, not on line where you don't know the paper trail, and save a job. Save an American job.
It's a brick building on the right side of the road just past the Tootsie Roll Post Office coming from York New Salem square.
Good people, good place, great products. Remember when you buy locally from a family owned business, you are saving American jobs.
Thank You VAlley Products!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Across The Field...Those People !
With a big smile in my heart I was just reminded of a time on December 22, two years ago when a few men showed up one Saturday morning, not that I forget at all. How do you ever forget goodness? This is about those men and the People across the field.
I want to go back some years. For the people across the field who know me pretty well know about my grammar school principal Mr. Vitalo, the most important man in my life as a kid, one who had morals, ethics, built kids up, stood up for them and did anything in his power to help if you let him. I knew that was key, if I let him. Pride and fear get in the way with people. I wrote a lot on this blog about Mr. Vitalo so I won't delve into that again now. As the years passed no could or ever would measure up to even ten percent of that man until...
I met a man across the field. I didn't have any idea who he was except some guy with a wife and a few kids who moved in and I hope I could hire one of the boys to mow my lawn. That's all I cared about. I wanted to keep my distance. If I paid then there isn't any connection. If I knew then what I know now:)
Life is funny that way. It gives what you need sometimes weather you want it or not. So I knocked not expecting anything. This guy comes to the door smiling!
I thought what's he smiling about, I haven't said anything yet. He was welcoming me, but he was new. His wife stood by also smiling. Are these people nuts? Did I spill something on my top-again? Anyway I introduced myself and got to the point.
He looked at his wife and said yeah, I think we can do that. We made arrangements and in a few days he showed up with his son. They looked around the field, and said they'd be back tomorrow. That first time both guys mowed using a tractor and hand mower for the steep hill in front. After that it was always Sten, my favorite kid mower then. There is a season...
As time and years passed I found myself learning more about The Family Across the Field, just as they learned about me. we shared many laughs and that guy who I didn't know anything about, well his name is Witmer as I started to call him, as well as some of the kids. One was just Little Witmer. There are so many memories about the talks, the laughs and the help. You see it wasn't just mowing, it was also shoveling snow.
Before I get to that, once Sten was grown and moving, his brother Eric took over, and he was my favorite kid mower for that stretch. I love having kids around and they always gave more that they got in return. Each son had his own personality and they put up with me yakking at them. What respect! One day big Witmer shows up with Little Witmer. A hot summer day she had the hand held mower, hair up in a pretty pony-tail, and jeans! Long jeans rolled at the bottom mowing in that heat! What a family. If anything humbles a person that family can do it. There kindness and goodness is overwhelming.
Winter arrives every year. See how smart I am-smirk. I love the winter and as much snow as we can get after all, I am a viking. The summer heat and I don't agree at all, but give me cold weather and I am so happy. So one day during a winter I called over to the House Across The Field and this nice voice answers, yup Lady Witmer. She tells me hello and how are ya doing kind of thing, chit chat a little, then I ask do you think maybe a Witmer could shovel? Of course but first he's shoveling...wow a professional shoveler!
I love to shovel too, but sometimes my back doesn't help out. Well one winter night I hear Witmer with a shovel and at that time I have three boys here for a short time. They asked if they could go out and I say yes, but stay away from the driveway, Witmer is working. Oh boy you won't believe what happened next, I didn't.
It wasn't long before I heard what sounded like yelling and shouting, giggles, laughing and plain old ruckus! Those kids! I walked out my side door,( can't tell ya what I was thinking) dark as night can be except for aside light, see one of the boys who said faster than fast, "we're not doin' nuttin, it's them" pointing to the Witmers, and I see Big Witmer standing there, shovel in hand, turns around, says with a grin, hey Costa, hope you don't mind, we're just having a little fun. Little Witmer just gets back up the hill, says Hi Costa, we're sledding. I was so happy. My first thought was the boys were doing something to cause a problem, but oh no it wasn't.
If I remember correctly just one Witmer was missing, oh wait two. Lady Witmer was usually home, fires burning, hot cocoa ready doing school or church stuff/work! So Big Witmer told my boys to jump on ad take a ride. Three boys got on a sled and the block could hear them yelling with unleashed happiness. With that I just heard from a boy who remembers the Witmer family. He said his happiest times as a kid was living here, and knowing the Witmer, that he learned from them and he keeps them in his prayers. Kool huh?
Well they all played a while longer, then finished the drive-way. Over the years any children who lived here were always treated the same by that family across the way, and I could always bounce stuff for ideas with Lady Witmer. We've been invited to church many times. I love to hear Lisa Carpen sing most of all and I remember one night near Christmas, Sten was going to do a piece of art work, then Lisa sang. Her voice, her passion is enough to make anyone change, and more over the years I could vent stuff to Big Witmer too about this and that, and how to repair some things. I like to do as much as I can myself, but then a biggie happened.
My basement flooded. I talked to Those People Across the Field and Lady Witmer said, I'll ask Todd to come over and look at it. So Big Witmer did come over and he saw the problem. By then I had mold about two feet high and spreading near and wide across paneling, What a mess it was.
One December morning I get a call. It was Big Witmer. Now he called me the day before asking to come see the water tank, get specks etc. information he was passing on to some guy. Well the very next morning I get another call from Big Witmer. he said we'll be over in about fifteen minutes; I wanted to give you a warning. Fifteen minutes!!! Even Batman doesn't get ready that quick! But I did, not too sure what was coming. Then this wonderful white truck pulls up. My dream is to have a big truck, or just a truck, but has to be able to hold kids:)
So this truck has a guy, a kid and another guy. I was introduced to them as the men from the Nehemiah mission at the Witmers' church. The little guy was a grandson. We all went to work and on top of that Bob found the leak. It came from a cold water copper pipe leading into my washing machine. John, Witmer, myself and the grandson along with a little guy who was living here at the time worked for three hours, ripping out walls, loading scraps into Witmers truck, hauling out all the basement water which was too heavy. Those men! While I know how strong I am that water was too heavy for me, and smiling Witmer said here Costa, I got it. John and Witmer hauled just about all of the standing water out. Bob installed the new water tank, but it was one always helping the other. They brought in tools, found electric lines, water lines and all for the love of Jesus and their love of helping thy neighbor.
I couldn't believe it only took three hours. There were times I would go in the basement and feeling overwhelmed, sit on a step and think, how am I going to do this; where will I start? The answer came December 22nd.
Now after all this, a few months ago I needed to have a hole dug for the septic system to be cleaned and inspected. I called a young Witmer. He was actually getting ready to go back out west, but he came over anyway, putting someone else ahead of himself. That kid! That wonderful kid dug about two hours straight. He looked at a map, listened to the zoning officer to learn, and that was after the fact.
He dug about four feet down, and close to two and half feet across. It was so professional. You knew this was a young guy with a conscience, a work ethic, and values. The night before he and his sister came over for a visit. He was tanned and tired and I wasn't sure as tired as he was he would be able to dig. But sure enough, I heard that familiar sound, the shovel. In Winter, summer, a special need, the shovel, those People Across the Field are worthy of whatever goodness in life, that life brings them.
Oh what I left out; I never knew Witmer was a pastor for many years. He never preached at or to me, not one word, but something about him, his family made me wonder. I wonder a lot . So to address him as Witmer for me seemed normal. Then chatting with Lady Witmer one day, I learned he was a pastor. Like a scattered puzzle coming together, it all made sense. Just like Mr. Vitalos' goodness. Later in life meeting him again I learned he was studying to be a priest, but the war called and that seemed to change his life's direction, but not for a moment his dedication.
To everything there is a season
I want to go back some years. For the people across the field who know me pretty well know about my grammar school principal Mr. Vitalo, the most important man in my life as a kid, one who had morals, ethics, built kids up, stood up for them and did anything in his power to help if you let him. I knew that was key, if I let him. Pride and fear get in the way with people. I wrote a lot on this blog about Mr. Vitalo so I won't delve into that again now. As the years passed no could or ever would measure up to even ten percent of that man until...
I met a man across the field. I didn't have any idea who he was except some guy with a wife and a few kids who moved in and I hope I could hire one of the boys to mow my lawn. That's all I cared about. I wanted to keep my distance. If I paid then there isn't any connection. If I knew then what I know now:)
Life is funny that way. It gives what you need sometimes weather you want it or not. So I knocked not expecting anything. This guy comes to the door smiling!
I thought what's he smiling about, I haven't said anything yet. He was welcoming me, but he was new. His wife stood by also smiling. Are these people nuts? Did I spill something on my top-again? Anyway I introduced myself and got to the point.
He looked at his wife and said yeah, I think we can do that. We made arrangements and in a few days he showed up with his son. They looked around the field, and said they'd be back tomorrow. That first time both guys mowed using a tractor and hand mower for the steep hill in front. After that it was always Sten, my favorite kid mower then. There is a season...
As time and years passed I found myself learning more about The Family Across the Field, just as they learned about me. we shared many laughs and that guy who I didn't know anything about, well his name is Witmer as I started to call him, as well as some of the kids. One was just Little Witmer. There are so many memories about the talks, the laughs and the help. You see it wasn't just mowing, it was also shoveling snow.
Before I get to that, once Sten was grown and moving, his brother Eric took over, and he was my favorite kid mower for that stretch. I love having kids around and they always gave more that they got in return. Each son had his own personality and they put up with me yakking at them. What respect! One day big Witmer shows up with Little Witmer. A hot summer day she had the hand held mower, hair up in a pretty pony-tail, and jeans! Long jeans rolled at the bottom mowing in that heat! What a family. If anything humbles a person that family can do it. There kindness and goodness is overwhelming.
Winter arrives every year. See how smart I am-smirk. I love the winter and as much snow as we can get after all, I am a viking. The summer heat and I don't agree at all, but give me cold weather and I am so happy. So one day during a winter I called over to the House Across The Field and this nice voice answers, yup Lady Witmer. She tells me hello and how are ya doing kind of thing, chit chat a little, then I ask do you think maybe a Witmer could shovel? Of course but first he's shoveling...wow a professional shoveler!
I love to shovel too, but sometimes my back doesn't help out. Well one winter night I hear Witmer with a shovel and at that time I have three boys here for a short time. They asked if they could go out and I say yes, but stay away from the driveway, Witmer is working. Oh boy you won't believe what happened next, I didn't.
It wasn't long before I heard what sounded like yelling and shouting, giggles, laughing and plain old ruckus! Those kids! I walked out my side door,( can't tell ya what I was thinking) dark as night can be except for aside light, see one of the boys who said faster than fast, "we're not doin' nuttin, it's them" pointing to the Witmers, and I see Big Witmer standing there, shovel in hand, turns around, says with a grin, hey Costa, hope you don't mind, we're just having a little fun. Little Witmer just gets back up the hill, says Hi Costa, we're sledding. I was so happy. My first thought was the boys were doing something to cause a problem, but oh no it wasn't.
If I remember correctly just one Witmer was missing, oh wait two. Lady Witmer was usually home, fires burning, hot cocoa ready doing school or church stuff/work! So Big Witmer told my boys to jump on ad take a ride. Three boys got on a sled and the block could hear them yelling with unleashed happiness. With that I just heard from a boy who remembers the Witmer family. He said his happiest times as a kid was living here, and knowing the Witmer, that he learned from them and he keeps them in his prayers. Kool huh?
Well they all played a while longer, then finished the drive-way. Over the years any children who lived here were always treated the same by that family across the way, and I could always bounce stuff for ideas with Lady Witmer. We've been invited to church many times. I love to hear Lisa Carpen sing most of all and I remember one night near Christmas, Sten was going to do a piece of art work, then Lisa sang. Her voice, her passion is enough to make anyone change, and more over the years I could vent stuff to Big Witmer too about this and that, and how to repair some things. I like to do as much as I can myself, but then a biggie happened.
My basement flooded. I talked to Those People Across the Field and Lady Witmer said, I'll ask Todd to come over and look at it. So Big Witmer did come over and he saw the problem. By then I had mold about two feet high and spreading near and wide across paneling, What a mess it was.
One December morning I get a call. It was Big Witmer. Now he called me the day before asking to come see the water tank, get specks etc. information he was passing on to some guy. Well the very next morning I get another call from Big Witmer. he said we'll be over in about fifteen minutes; I wanted to give you a warning. Fifteen minutes!!! Even Batman doesn't get ready that quick! But I did, not too sure what was coming. Then this wonderful white truck pulls up. My dream is to have a big truck, or just a truck, but has to be able to hold kids:)
So this truck has a guy, a kid and another guy. I was introduced to them as the men from the Nehemiah mission at the Witmers' church. The little guy was a grandson. We all went to work and on top of that Bob found the leak. It came from a cold water copper pipe leading into my washing machine. John, Witmer, myself and the grandson along with a little guy who was living here at the time worked for three hours, ripping out walls, loading scraps into Witmers truck, hauling out all the basement water which was too heavy. Those men! While I know how strong I am that water was too heavy for me, and smiling Witmer said here Costa, I got it. John and Witmer hauled just about all of the standing water out. Bob installed the new water tank, but it was one always helping the other. They brought in tools, found electric lines, water lines and all for the love of Jesus and their love of helping thy neighbor.
I couldn't believe it only took three hours. There were times I would go in the basement and feeling overwhelmed, sit on a step and think, how am I going to do this; where will I start? The answer came December 22nd.
Now after all this, a few months ago I needed to have a hole dug for the septic system to be cleaned and inspected. I called a young Witmer. He was actually getting ready to go back out west, but he came over anyway, putting someone else ahead of himself. That kid! That wonderful kid dug about two hours straight. He looked at a map, listened to the zoning officer to learn, and that was after the fact.
He dug about four feet down, and close to two and half feet across. It was so professional. You knew this was a young guy with a conscience, a work ethic, and values. The night before he and his sister came over for a visit. He was tanned and tired and I wasn't sure as tired as he was he would be able to dig. But sure enough, I heard that familiar sound, the shovel. In Winter, summer, a special need, the shovel, those People Across the Field are worthy of whatever goodness in life, that life brings them.
Oh what I left out; I never knew Witmer was a pastor for many years. He never preached at or to me, not one word, but something about him, his family made me wonder. I wonder a lot . So to address him as Witmer for me seemed normal. Then chatting with Lady Witmer one day, I learned he was a pastor. Like a scattered puzzle coming together, it all made sense. Just like Mr. Vitalos' goodness. Later in life meeting him again I learned he was studying to be a priest, but the war called and that seemed to change his life's direction, but not for a moment his dedication.
To everything there is a season
Kids Out of Place
I spoke with a young boy today who is disillusioned with life in general. I even wents so far to ask him what should I write about, but I can't say what he did so I'll find another way.
We as parents have to start so very early with teaching kids to stand up for themselves and not to confuse that with disrespect. Bullying in the school goes on daily. Self-esteem comes from so many things, but mainly starts at home, family, friends then peers in school. There's along line of people who want to get into your kids' head and destroy his or her feeling of self-worth. What price will they pay for feeling as if they don't have any value? Here is a list:
Food addictions
Verbal abuse
Drug Addiction
Physical abuse
Choosing friends
Spirituality
Sexual abuse
Education, and will they in turn treat others teh same way they have been treated? Please understand I'm not saying, although it may sound like it, that all people with low esteem issues came because mom and dad verbally abused them. Sometimes it's simply because a kid will twist things in their own head, weight and measure what they see and hear and come out with what adds up to little self worth. That's why we need so desperately to teach them just how much they mean to us, to the world, to a friend and most of all to them selves.
Try not to tell akid how handsome they are first or how smart. They're not mature enough to write understand the worth in that. Many might take it as, oh I'm only good enough if I'm handsome, but even by then if they do that, they are already on the road to somehow thinking they're not as good as... so just tell them, I'm glad I knwo you, I'm happy you're my son/daughter etc. I know it all sounds so dumb, but remember when you werte a kid? A family member and I were always compared, I was pretty, she was smart, so yes, I grew up knowing I was stupid and she knew she was just okay looking, until we really grew up. By then I was no longer pretty anyway, but she was still smart, and I decided on my own while I make a lot of mistakes, I am by far, not stupid.
Instill the important values in a child. Treat others kindly, say hello, smile, give when you can give, be a very good friend, volunteer and love each other. I know there are many more so comment. I welcome them.
Where would we be without kids?
We as parents have to start so very early with teaching kids to stand up for themselves and not to confuse that with disrespect. Bullying in the school goes on daily. Self-esteem comes from so many things, but mainly starts at home, family, friends then peers in school. There's along line of people who want to get into your kids' head and destroy his or her feeling of self-worth. What price will they pay for feeling as if they don't have any value? Here is a list:
Food addictions
Verbal abuse
Drug Addiction
Physical abuse
Choosing friends
Spirituality
Sexual abuse
Education, and will they in turn treat others teh same way they have been treated? Please understand I'm not saying, although it may sound like it, that all people with low esteem issues came because mom and dad verbally abused them. Sometimes it's simply because a kid will twist things in their own head, weight and measure what they see and hear and come out with what adds up to little self worth. That's why we need so desperately to teach them just how much they mean to us, to the world, to a friend and most of all to them selves.
Try not to tell akid how handsome they are first or how smart. They're not mature enough to write understand the worth in that. Many might take it as, oh I'm only good enough if I'm handsome, but even by then if they do that, they are already on the road to somehow thinking they're not as good as... so just tell them, I'm glad I knwo you, I'm happy you're my son/daughter etc. I know it all sounds so dumb, but remember when you werte a kid? A family member and I were always compared, I was pretty, she was smart, so yes, I grew up knowing I was stupid and she knew she was just okay looking, until we really grew up. By then I was no longer pretty anyway, but she was still smart, and I decided on my own while I make a lot of mistakes, I am by far, not stupid.
Instill the important values in a child. Treat others kindly, say hello, smile, give when you can give, be a very good friend, volunteer and love each other. I know there are many more so comment. I welcome them.
Where would we be without kids?
The Tootise Roll Post Office, York New Salem Pa.
Yep, that's what I call it! Nothing like a tootsie rool to start my day, after eggs or oatmeal that is. Here's something you should know about this post office. It's personal. Keep it here and keep it going. Let's not lose the people who work there. Chris and Kay couldn't be nicer to consumers who come in. We all have tough days, but if Chris or Kay do they don't show it, instead will say to many, how are you doing today, and make comments about some story someone told them.
This is a community Post Office, not at all like you might visit in a small city or even in one a short distance away. Small town post offices are needed more than some larger offices. in York New Salem, people who visit this Post Office seem to know one another, and if they don't they get a pleasant greeting from a stranger. I say hello or good morning to people who I pass. Yeah I know, I'm strange:) It's just a nice thing to do. Many elderly people use the time to go to the Post Office as a way to get a walk in, exercise, sunshine, and of course mail a letter. They need this Post Office. So do I.
On the counter these ladies provide a bucket of seasonal candy and it would be nice if a few who could afford to, chip in and buy a bag or two. Hey what about Cookie Friday? People who have time could make cookies or buy cookies from TWIN PINES just a short, two minute car ride away. Fresh bakery brought to the York New Salem Post Office, bought at Twin Pines. Now that's community! Thank you Chris and Kay! Love those Tootsie rolls:)
This is a community Post Office, not at all like you might visit in a small city or even in one a short distance away. Small town post offices are needed more than some larger offices. in York New Salem, people who visit this Post Office seem to know one another, and if they don't they get a pleasant greeting from a stranger. I say hello or good morning to people who I pass. Yeah I know, I'm strange:) It's just a nice thing to do. Many elderly people use the time to go to the Post Office as a way to get a walk in, exercise, sunshine, and of course mail a letter. They need this Post Office. So do I.
On the counter these ladies provide a bucket of seasonal candy and it would be nice if a few who could afford to, chip in and buy a bag or two. Hey what about Cookie Friday? People who have time could make cookies or buy cookies from TWIN PINES just a short, two minute car ride away. Fresh bakery brought to the York New Salem Post Office, bought at Twin Pines. Now that's community! Thank you Chris and Kay! Love those Tootsie rolls:)
Twin Pines, York New Salem Pa. Keep It Here!
This is a country store for sure, from the people, to the food, the outside picnic benches and community relations. I love going to this family owned American Business, and many times wish I had a larger family to buy for. Oh taste their home made broasted chicken and daily lunches!
We're in the age of buying on-line or that big store that has closed down small American owned family businesses. I'm making this short this morning as I have some local errands to do, but I want you to think about this the next time you shop, and I do realize the shape our economy is in and we feel we have to save where ever we can, but...
Every time you shop local markets the money stays here in the USA. Every time you purchase from a crafter who only sells home made products, you are keeping money in America, you are the reason America still strives and grows. You get my drift right?
Let's talk Christmas, or any time you want to buy gifts. You may not like what I say next but I hope you take a heartfelt, and very deep look at how you spend your money. You may even have an attitude, oh sure easy for her to say, she can make things. So what and big deal. I am so poor at asking people to buy, now down to business.
Our children are spoiled as we are. Instead of going to these big stores and buying what they see on TV, tell your kids out right, we are doing it different this year. We are helping American businesses. Can you Imagine if everyone bought only American? CAN YOU?
There are older men and women who make toy trucks and cars, houses and more. They are on-line too. Look at all of the practical needs people have. FOOD!
Buy gift certificates from your local markets like TWIN PINES and while I don't know if they sell them, ask! If not shop a basketful of meats and bakery, oh so fresh! Now that is recycling AMERICA at it's best.
We have American doll makers too and so much more. Check out local movie theaters, skating rinks, bowling alleys, a gym membership, LL bean boots=all American.
Keep it here, Keep it local, Keep America as it once was. Keep our jobs home. Pick us up and help. Even our churches send money overseas and I understand the Christian spirit, but...well you know.
Keep it here. Keep that father who lost his sense of self because his job went overseas. Keep that mom who may have been the only support, and is now crafting to earn extra and maybe working as a fast food to support her family. Keep that couple who retired early and now working again because their money is overseas, lost due to greed. I see elderly people all the time working who thought they would be resting. Keep them in your thoughts when you shop. Keep them all. Shop Local Markets like Twin Pines.
I wish I knew the names of everyone at TWIN PINES, but like you I am busy, who isn't? So can you imagine the time it takes to shop away from your area? You use more gas, stand in longer lines, clerks are less personal, help is scarce at those big stores, and stress is so much higher. While on line you're thinking why don't they hurry up? I ask why don't you shop close to home. Shop American most of all. Please keep your family, your friends, your neighbors in mind when you shop and support and shop your small local family owned business. They really do care. Twin Pines, Thank you for your personal attitudes, your employees, how you run your market and being close to my home:)
We're in the age of buying on-line or that big store that has closed down small American owned family businesses. I'm making this short this morning as I have some local errands to do, but I want you to think about this the next time you shop, and I do realize the shape our economy is in and we feel we have to save where ever we can, but...
Every time you shop local markets the money stays here in the USA. Every time you purchase from a crafter who only sells home made products, you are keeping money in America, you are the reason America still strives and grows. You get my drift right?
Let's talk Christmas, or any time you want to buy gifts. You may not like what I say next but I hope you take a heartfelt, and very deep look at how you spend your money. You may even have an attitude, oh sure easy for her to say, she can make things. So what and big deal. I am so poor at asking people to buy, now down to business.
Our children are spoiled as we are. Instead of going to these big stores and buying what they see on TV, tell your kids out right, we are doing it different this year. We are helping American businesses. Can you Imagine if everyone bought only American? CAN YOU?
There are older men and women who make toy trucks and cars, houses and more. They are on-line too. Look at all of the practical needs people have. FOOD!
Buy gift certificates from your local markets like TWIN PINES and while I don't know if they sell them, ask! If not shop a basketful of meats and bakery, oh so fresh! Now that is recycling AMERICA at it's best.
We have American doll makers too and so much more. Check out local movie theaters, skating rinks, bowling alleys, a gym membership, LL bean boots=all American.
Keep it here, Keep it local, Keep America as it once was. Keep our jobs home. Pick us up and help. Even our churches send money overseas and I understand the Christian spirit, but...well you know.
Keep it here. Keep that father who lost his sense of self because his job went overseas. Keep that mom who may have been the only support, and is now crafting to earn extra and maybe working as a fast food to support her family. Keep that couple who retired early and now working again because their money is overseas, lost due to greed. I see elderly people all the time working who thought they would be resting. Keep them in your thoughts when you shop. Keep them all. Shop Local Markets like Twin Pines.
I wish I knew the names of everyone at TWIN PINES, but like you I am busy, who isn't? So can you imagine the time it takes to shop away from your area? You use more gas, stand in longer lines, clerks are less personal, help is scarce at those big stores, and stress is so much higher. While on line you're thinking why don't they hurry up? I ask why don't you shop close to home. Shop American most of all. Please keep your family, your friends, your neighbors in mind when you shop and support and shop your small local family owned business. They really do care. Twin Pines, Thank you for your personal attitudes, your employees, how you run your market and being close to my home:)
Sunday, November 27, 2011
LL Bean Boots-Made in the USA!!!
Now you know where and what company to buy an American made product from. LL Bean boots are made in Maine. Shop American, shop LL Bean, made by AMERICANS for AMERICANS, no more to say, well one more thing, maybe just maybe buy a pair for a homeless kid in America. That's the best gift you could give yourself.
Red, white and blue, recognize those colors?
Red, white and blue, recognize those colors?
Being Homeless & Michelle Obama
Tonight like many nights Michelle Obama come on with a plea to help Haiti. I get it. I get the ripple effect of helping other countries,( learned one day at church) but just then I also thought why doesn't she make a plea for the people here in the United States. This isn't about a certain party, but about people.
Just then my thoughts were interrupted by a boy who's been living here telling me he broke the tub faucet. I just said I'll look at it tomorrow, no sense getting angry at a kid who just has too much strength. I do too. Then my thoughts went back to the situations in our country. In seconds Scott Pelly came on with a story about homelessness. The story was so deeply heartbreaking.
Kids, so many kids, hungry, sleeping in cars, motels, and the first family sleeps in a truck. The dad didn't want to be seen on camera so he let his kids talk. The mother died when the kids were young, so they do get social security death benefits. That's something. The dad worked in construction. I wondered and my mind scattered to thoughts of, could I help? Would I make things worse? Believe it or not, I could. See they live in Florida, so the cold weather is not a factor.
I thought right away, I could invite them to live here until they get on their feet. I figured out the bedroom situation and knew it could work. dad would find work here, yet what if...yes, the what ifs hit me. What if something personal in my life happened as they were just ebbing their way back to a life of regular eating, sleeping in beds, showers, school and work, making friends and all that stuff that comes with family life? They may very well again be out in their truck driving around, looking for a gas station to brush their teeth. I knew I couldn't make it worse, yet I'm still wondering how it could work, and if this is the right time. Could I? A lot of serious thinking to do.
Do you know how many homeless families there are in the United states since 2007? I don't either but many live for a reason in the warmer climates. Maybe I could just have them here for a few weeks. I just don't know. Would it help?
Good Night families. You're stronger than most.
Just then my thoughts were interrupted by a boy who's been living here telling me he broke the tub faucet. I just said I'll look at it tomorrow, no sense getting angry at a kid who just has too much strength. I do too. Then my thoughts went back to the situations in our country. In seconds Scott Pelly came on with a story about homelessness. The story was so deeply heartbreaking.
Kids, so many kids, hungry, sleeping in cars, motels, and the first family sleeps in a truck. The dad didn't want to be seen on camera so he let his kids talk. The mother died when the kids were young, so they do get social security death benefits. That's something. The dad worked in construction. I wondered and my mind scattered to thoughts of, could I help? Would I make things worse? Believe it or not, I could. See they live in Florida, so the cold weather is not a factor.
I thought right away, I could invite them to live here until they get on their feet. I figured out the bedroom situation and knew it could work. dad would find work here, yet what if...yes, the what ifs hit me. What if something personal in my life happened as they were just ebbing their way back to a life of regular eating, sleeping in beds, showers, school and work, making friends and all that stuff that comes with family life? They may very well again be out in their truck driving around, looking for a gas station to brush their teeth. I knew I couldn't make it worse, yet I'm still wondering how it could work, and if this is the right time. Could I? A lot of serious thinking to do.
Do you know how many homeless families there are in the United states since 2007? I don't either but many live for a reason in the warmer climates. Maybe I could just have them here for a few weeks. I just don't know. Would it help?
Good Night families. You're stronger than most.
Beautyrest, what a Bed! Beautyrest for back and head!
About a month ago I decided to stop in at a newer type mall and look at beds.
While I knew I need a bed it has to be just right for my aching back which needs a friend, as in a good bed. Have you looked at bedding prices lately? ooow weeee
It was enough to make me spit!
I had a kid with me who went right to the hospital type beds, lay down and stayed there until I was ready to leave. In the back of the store I sat with a sales lady who introduced me to temperpedic. No thrill for me. I guess it's a matter of personal taste and besides they cost about four thousand dollars. yes, I said dollars, not jelly beans! I also just read for many people ya just get too hot laying on foam. So I looked around and told her how I found a bed I liked, the brand at least. I don't care for Serta. It gave away to early, less cushion, and the comfortable part left is the ends. I tried sleeping on just the end one night and rolled out into the hall! Now that was a flop!
So then I lay down on a Beautyrest and I said, ahhh take me away. Well that cost was twelve hundred and they have lay-a-way with some ten percent refund. Oh my heart was sinking fast. I knew I still couldn't take a chance and do that. Still I want to pass on what I said in a previous post, well it doesn't apply here. A bed is like a marriage-I think. You need to feel comfortable. It has to be the place that you just can't wait to get to and know it's going to be with you for a very long time. Beautyrest is for me-when I can buy one.
While I knew I need a bed it has to be just right for my aching back which needs a friend, as in a good bed. Have you looked at bedding prices lately? ooow weeee
It was enough to make me spit!
I had a kid with me who went right to the hospital type beds, lay down and stayed there until I was ready to leave. In the back of the store I sat with a sales lady who introduced me to temperpedic. No thrill for me. I guess it's a matter of personal taste and besides they cost about four thousand dollars. yes, I said dollars, not jelly beans! I also just read for many people ya just get too hot laying on foam. So I looked around and told her how I found a bed I liked, the brand at least. I don't care for Serta. It gave away to early, less cushion, and the comfortable part left is the ends. I tried sleeping on just the end one night and rolled out into the hall! Now that was a flop!
So then I lay down on a Beautyrest and I said, ahhh take me away. Well that cost was twelve hundred and they have lay-a-way with some ten percent refund. Oh my heart was sinking fast. I knew I still couldn't take a chance and do that. Still I want to pass on what I said in a previous post, well it doesn't apply here. A bed is like a marriage-I think. You need to feel comfortable. It has to be the place that you just can't wait to get to and know it's going to be with you for a very long time. Beautyrest is for me-when I can buy one.
Unsolicited Mail-You're getting it back! See Bottom
People come on, let's stick together. Let's send it back. Either write on it asap, return to sender/sender unknown, or pack it all up in one envelope and once a month send it to one of those annoying ad companies that send to you. I know, I know, all ya have to do is take your name off a list. Well I am trying, but in the meantime, I continue to get mail from places I never even heard of, and they are getting it back!
The poor mail carriers have to carry all that junk. As "they" say, they're outta be a law. Companies should only be allowed to send to those who they do business with, and not more than one mailing a month. How many times, how many times I say do we have to get mail from a furniture store that says, year end closing, discounts, twenty-percent off after they raised it twenty-five percent, and then get this one...going out of business! So when you go in and ask when they're going out of business, its either, well when the lease is up or, I think at the end of the year and its only January. Save your money, screw the sales, take yourself on a vacation and spend time with people you want to be with. You should even give it away before selling out to those greedy business owners.( not all) Look at where you can donate it before buying a new sofa:
St. Jude's, The American Heart Aassociation, Cancer, Juvenile Diabetes, Juvenile Arthritis and so many more. Kids are hungry in America, need health care, dental treatment and so much more, so before you buy into a year end sale, invest in a child.
The poor mail carriers have to carry all that junk. As "they" say, they're outta be a law. Companies should only be allowed to send to those who they do business with, and not more than one mailing a month. How many times, how many times I say do we have to get mail from a furniture store that says, year end closing, discounts, twenty-percent off after they raised it twenty-five percent, and then get this one...going out of business! So when you go in and ask when they're going out of business, its either, well when the lease is up or, I think at the end of the year and its only January. Save your money, screw the sales, take yourself on a vacation and spend time with people you want to be with. You should even give it away before selling out to those greedy business owners.( not all) Look at where you can donate it before buying a new sofa:
St. Jude's, The American Heart Aassociation, Cancer, Juvenile Diabetes, Juvenile Arthritis and so many more. Kids are hungry in America, need health care, dental treatment and so much more, so before you buy into a year end sale, invest in a child.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Zion-Gimme that Old Time Religion
What's missing in today's churches? Really, I doubt anything, but I miss Zion, the church I grew up in, in Brooklyn, learned a lot in, and had some great people as examples for who I could try to be like or some part of. In church kids learn what they may not learn at home of in the neighborhood. I miss the music as much as what the church stood for. I know I sound like I'm repeating myself as in a few posts past, but what the heck, this is as good a topic as any to do that, after all it's my blog and I'll write what I want-nah, nah, nah nah nah:)
Dressing up too is not really so much in the past as people now dress up too, but churches don't emphasize it as much. They just want bodies. Why? Okay I don't want to sound sarcastic, but I could if I were someone else. They want bodies because our world is so screwed up, not about money. It takes money to support the building, pay the pastors, support missions and all the stuff. You know what I mean, the stuff! Do we go like we should, no we don't.
Again why? Well most would say we're too busy, need Sundays off, have to work, don't like this or that about a church, and besides can't we get a full tank on TV? Some would say, but you're not worshiping together as we're supposed to. But look at all the hand shaking! Who wants to shake all those hands. Have you gone into a bathroom at church and ya just know some guy didn't wash his hands. Okay some lady too, or sitting in front of you someone was wiping their nose, scratching their face, arm pit, and I have seen a guy nuzzling at his lady friends neck-yuck! One time i see a guy in shorts, wearing sandals and picking at his toe. Well that announcement, turn and welcome one another. NOOOO!!!
Beside that welcome one another stuff usually ends right there. Sure it takes two, but if you're the visitor....need I say more. I know disillusioned. Maybe not, maybe it's just this time of year or situations. While we're all different, many feel as I do-sorry about that.
One Sunday, which I'm sure was my last Sunday and I really enjoyed it, but a pastor stood at one point and told people to stand, men with men and women with women and pray together! WOW and oh no at the same time and how do I run, will I be noticed leaving? I felt my chest and face redden and pray like never before that no one would notice me as was pretty usual and as I liked it, so not complaining. When I arrived a little early I heard the senior pastor do the same thing, but thought nothing of it. I did think , hey that's pretty kool and it was going on and on, so people must have had a lot of needs. But I never thought I'd be caught in the same circle. So to go or not to go, that is the question. Well this week I have alone time and am enjoying that time. There isn't any such thing as just try out other churches when you know it's not them it's you. So if ya want safe...watch Charles Stanley. No hand shaking, no contact, no group prayers, no doors to escape out of, but what's missing? That old time religion.
That old time religion was just as good as todays' religion so let me know if you're going, then I'll go too-maybe. Never mind, don't tell me.
Dressing up too is not really so much in the past as people now dress up too, but churches don't emphasize it as much. They just want bodies. Why? Okay I don't want to sound sarcastic, but I could if I were someone else. They want bodies because our world is so screwed up, not about money. It takes money to support the building, pay the pastors, support missions and all the stuff. You know what I mean, the stuff! Do we go like we should, no we don't.
Again why? Well most would say we're too busy, need Sundays off, have to work, don't like this or that about a church, and besides can't we get a full tank on TV? Some would say, but you're not worshiping together as we're supposed to. But look at all the hand shaking! Who wants to shake all those hands. Have you gone into a bathroom at church and ya just know some guy didn't wash his hands. Okay some lady too, or sitting in front of you someone was wiping their nose, scratching their face, arm pit, and I have seen a guy nuzzling at his lady friends neck-yuck! One time i see a guy in shorts, wearing sandals and picking at his toe. Well that announcement, turn and welcome one another. NOOOO!!!
Beside that welcome one another stuff usually ends right there. Sure it takes two, but if you're the visitor....need I say more. I know disillusioned. Maybe not, maybe it's just this time of year or situations. While we're all different, many feel as I do-sorry about that.
One Sunday, which I'm sure was my last Sunday and I really enjoyed it, but a pastor stood at one point and told people to stand, men with men and women with women and pray together! WOW and oh no at the same time and how do I run, will I be noticed leaving? I felt my chest and face redden and pray like never before that no one would notice me as was pretty usual and as I liked it, so not complaining. When I arrived a little early I heard the senior pastor do the same thing, but thought nothing of it. I did think , hey that's pretty kool and it was going on and on, so people must have had a lot of needs. But I never thought I'd be caught in the same circle. So to go or not to go, that is the question. Well this week I have alone time and am enjoying that time. There isn't any such thing as just try out other churches when you know it's not them it's you. So if ya want safe...watch Charles Stanley. No hand shaking, no contact, no group prayers, no doors to escape out of, but what's missing? That old time religion.
That old time religion was just as good as todays' religion so let me know if you're going, then I'll go too-maybe. Never mind, don't tell me.
Bockbuster BULL Crap !!!!
Just venting here..I canceled my on line membership early enough in November, and at the end of that blockbuster asks, a few times ' ARE YOU SURE"? freaking duh I'm sure, so of course I answer yes more than twice, and guess what, not only did they not cancel but charged me for another month, then sends me a"your Que is low" DUH Duh and DUH, so just now I call the store on Market st. pa. and am told they can't cancel an on-line membership. WHAT THE FREAK!!!!
THEY BLOCKBUSTER quick enough made the on-line membership in a store. Rigt now I think teh only part right with Blockbuster is BUSTER!!! and yeah it also starts with a B!!!!
THEY BLOCKBUSTER quick enough made the on-line membership in a store. Rigt now I think teh only part right with Blockbuster is BUSTER!!! and yeah it also starts with a B!!!!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Bargain Time at ARTFIRE.com=Doozybags
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Doozybags will be making more bags for practical uses over the next few weeks and will post on artfire as well as Norwegianplaid. Thank you so much for your business. S&H is a minimum.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Those Rutters' KIds York New Salem Pa.
Just want to give a thank you, to those kool young people at Rutters. I stop in a lot as many do and notice how they treat people. One young lady always offers a smile to just about everyone, and gives a hi, how are you? She asks questions, not too personal, but enough to let a person know she cares and not let a line form. When a line happens she is right there pitching in, so Miss T, thank you for all of your hard work and kindnesses. BONUES TIME RUTTERS?
Now I don't want to single out just one person, but like many who stop in we relate to whomever we have the most contact with at any given time. Some people just have a more reserved personality, want to do their work and not reach out. That's really okay too. No one is rude, short tempered, but just being them selves.
Sometimes it takes a smile to get one. Sometimes it takes offering a kind word, let people know you notice how devoted they are, after all we don't know how the upper crust treats their employees. BONUS TIME RUTTERS?
Some are part-time BONUS TIME RUTTERS? and I may not see them much, but I do see too how the guys also work. We forget when we talk about companies who have more females and the guys get stuck on the back burner, not noticed as much. Well the two guys I see most are on the ball as well, and goal oriented. They have pleasant personalities and like the ladies offer kind words, short funny stories and take care of business at the same time. I have seen other young guys who, when I come in are working, so again... BONUS TIME RUTTERS?
So to all of the Rutter Employees at York New Salem, I appreciate the people you are, the work you do, and how you make a day better for this consumer, which in turn makes me want to continue to patronize this particular store.
Now I don't want to single out just one person, but like many who stop in we relate to whomever we have the most contact with at any given time. Some people just have a more reserved personality, want to do their work and not reach out. That's really okay too. No one is rude, short tempered, but just being them selves.
Sometimes it takes a smile to get one. Sometimes it takes offering a kind word, let people know you notice how devoted they are, after all we don't know how the upper crust treats their employees. BONUS TIME RUTTERS?
Some are part-time BONUS TIME RUTTERS? and I may not see them much, but I do see too how the guys also work. We forget when we talk about companies who have more females and the guys get stuck on the back burner, not noticed as much. Well the two guys I see most are on the ball as well, and goal oriented. They have pleasant personalities and like the ladies offer kind words, short funny stories and take care of business at the same time. I have seen other young guys who, when I come in are working, so again... BONUS TIME RUTTERS?
So to all of the Rutter Employees at York New Salem, I appreciate the people you are, the work you do, and how you make a day better for this consumer, which in turn makes me want to continue to patronize this particular store.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
That Rushing Around We Do...Why
Did ya really think I knew why you rush around? I don't even know why I rush around but seem to always rush. But this time of year until that December day when it all comes to a din, we just do. Then we sit and say ahh.
I thought about it today while at a small store and an older man asked the clerk, so where are you rushing off to this holiday season. She smiled and said, I don't have any rushing to do. I thought, well maybe she goes home to mom cooking and is able to relax after standing all day. Maybe she doesn't celebrate this holiday. Maybe maybe. Maybe she decided it isn't worth it. Either way this is only Thanksgiving, and the real rushing starts tomorrow or at midnight for some stores, so people, start you engines! More in the next few days, I have to rush outta here.
I thought about it today while at a small store and an older man asked the clerk, so where are you rushing off to this holiday season. She smiled and said, I don't have any rushing to do. I thought, well maybe she goes home to mom cooking and is able to relax after standing all day. Maybe she doesn't celebrate this holiday. Maybe maybe. Maybe she decided it isn't worth it. Either way this is only Thanksgiving, and the real rushing starts tomorrow or at midnight for some stores, so people, start you engines! More in the next few days, I have to rush outta here.
Twin Pines York New Salem Pa.
How many of us are lucky enough to live close to a market, no not a grocery store, but more like a Farm Market, or Farmers Market? I know I am.
In case your not familiar with places like Twin Pines, let me tell you a few things about this market. I stopped in this morning to just get two things and happy I left most of my money home. As you know in this world of wanting vs. needing, wanting sometimes over rules the brain.
At Twin Pines here's what makes wanting easier. It isn't just the food, but the people. Go to a chain supermarket. Everyone needs conversations, so we wait and wait in very long lines. I prefer to save gas and time, may spend more at a market, but I guarantee this. You won't see people at Twin Pines with scraggly hair, tattoos all over, chewing gum with wide open mouths, and a poor attitude. Do I sound judgemental? I'm really not but I do observe a lot.
When I talk about the people, I am talking neighbors who care. These people who own and work at Twin Pines are kind, funny, helpful and hard workers. I also know the owner is a person who is not judgemental. While I don't know the owner personally, I had an incident happen one day which could have ended a lot worse for a child if we were in a business-like supermarket chain where people have become numb. Not all but many. I won't go into the incident as details aren't important here and I wouldn't want to be responsible for inviting another to do the same thing.
Twin Pines offers a fresh bakery, fresh meat counter which I am at at least once a week, great dairy products, a fresh vegetable area and all of the non grocery items you may need, as well as staples. Remember as it has been said many times over the years, shop outside isles for a healthier you. Better Yet, Shop Twin Pines.
In case your not familiar with places like Twin Pines, let me tell you a few things about this market. I stopped in this morning to just get two things and happy I left most of my money home. As you know in this world of wanting vs. needing, wanting sometimes over rules the brain.
At Twin Pines here's what makes wanting easier. It isn't just the food, but the people. Go to a chain supermarket. Everyone needs conversations, so we wait and wait in very long lines. I prefer to save gas and time, may spend more at a market, but I guarantee this. You won't see people at Twin Pines with scraggly hair, tattoos all over, chewing gum with wide open mouths, and a poor attitude. Do I sound judgemental? I'm really not but I do observe a lot.
When I talk about the people, I am talking neighbors who care. These people who own and work at Twin Pines are kind, funny, helpful and hard workers. I also know the owner is a person who is not judgemental. While I don't know the owner personally, I had an incident happen one day which could have ended a lot worse for a child if we were in a business-like supermarket chain where people have become numb. Not all but many. I won't go into the incident as details aren't important here and I wouldn't want to be responsible for inviting another to do the same thing.
Twin Pines offers a fresh bakery, fresh meat counter which I am at at least once a week, great dairy products, a fresh vegetable area and all of the non grocery items you may need, as well as staples. Remember as it has been said many times over the years, shop outside isles for a healthier you. Better Yet, Shop Twin Pines.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Celebrate Kids-what they do for us !!! U Two n' Montana
Awesome was made for them. They were born to be awesome, but how many times have we overheard, you idiot! Hey Stupid what did I tell you? I've done it too, but in my own defense ( I know, oh sure) I like moron and only as a joke, only if I know the older kid can take it and know too that he can give it right back. Maybe in that I should stop because we never know what a kid really thinks we think when we/I do that. So I will do better.
I remember no matter how young or old I was or am, somehow kids made me happier. In them I see proof that a future can be better for the world, that a future is possible. As a young teen feeling very little hope for the future, I still had to be responsible for my little brother and taking his two year old hand I would pretend at times to be his mom since I was with him almost every hour of the day. His future was planned. In my mind he would grow up to be a person who valued others first, didn't curse , drink or swear and would grow trees and climb mountains, yet we lived in Brooklyn New York. I was a fresh air kid so I knew it was possible for city kids to farm, climb mountains, plant a garden and from being a fresh air kid I knew too and learned about respect. They were Amish.
That Amish family taught me more in two weeks about family values, worship, nurturing and more, than I learned in ten years at home. The youngest child on the farm had family responsibilities and that opened my eyes more to what children give to us. Returning to Brooklyn I watched little kids younger than I take out trash, empty bottles, run to the store, get mom a drink, pick up something mom or dad dropped, help the baby, get the mail, sweep the floor and so much more.
As I grew up I saw my friend Sandy had some of the same responsibilities when it came to babysitting her sibling. Maybe we had to do it so much because our parents were afraid of what was "out there". But I doubt it. Anyway from then on, I saw my own brothers earn spending money shining shoes and selling newspapers. While they did that, most kids on the block ran to stores, washed halls, helped clean, did some babysitting and as they became teenagers, well that's when I really saw how kids work! Sure many to earn money, but they worked like some grown men wouldn't or couldn't.
In a local butcher shop one kid Joey cleaned like a cyclone, always sweeping in and out, delivering orders on his bike no matter how hot or cold. Oh yeah he thought he was a grown-up with a cigarette behind his ear, but the butcher Big Joe took care of that. On a Saturday night Joey was washing the giant plate glass window while friends were on their way to a dance, and he quit smoking.
Another local grocery store had a family who ran it, and yes the family children all worked there all to make it come together. Many, many time those kids had school books, sitting on crates reading and when a customer walked in, up one jumped to take care of the customer. That was family and work values in one, working for the good of the whole, no one more important or less than another.
Today we see kids behind fast service counters and expect it fast, at gas stations, movie theatres, on farms, in churches. As adults we watch them and see who we have raised grow into who they want to be. We hopefully raise our children to be able to take care of themselves, respect others, do work that is honest and meaningful and to think for themselves. We raise them to do better and be better in whatever capacity that can be and we love them no matter what.
I think I have been more fortunate than many adults, not that I'm always adult-like, but have known many kids. I've had a couple of neighbor kids, now young men living in Montana and I know how proud their parents are as they are of their daughter. I love those three kids. To me they will always be as if my own in some ways. Looking out my kitchen window I still see a twelve year old blond haired kid with a giant grin on a Nine n ford tractor, mowing and waving. Time passed then I see a darker haired younger brother then about fourteen brother going over the same ground, and more time passed. The brothers were making changes as they were becoming men. One day I heard mowers. Huh? I knew the boys were away. It was The dad and his daughter on a hot summer day, she looking so cute in jeans with rolled up cuffs, too hot to mow but being that same good and caring extension of her family. She was the one whose voice I heard in a high school hall one day yell my name with me wondering, who knew me here? She saw me, I didn't see her until then. She went out of her way to say hi. I have to move on or...well you know.
Lets' celebrate all kids and the foundations they stand on. Sure as parents own in other small children.
Look at the wonder in their eyes and wonder who they are. Take time to meet, to know and learn more about who may stand before you the next time you're on line in a fast food restaurant, getting gas, buying movie tickets or shopping. Give them a special thanks. They don't forget. Did you?
I remember no matter how young or old I was or am, somehow kids made me happier. In them I see proof that a future can be better for the world, that a future is possible. As a young teen feeling very little hope for the future, I still had to be responsible for my little brother and taking his two year old hand I would pretend at times to be his mom since I was with him almost every hour of the day. His future was planned. In my mind he would grow up to be a person who valued others first, didn't curse , drink or swear and would grow trees and climb mountains, yet we lived in Brooklyn New York. I was a fresh air kid so I knew it was possible for city kids to farm, climb mountains, plant a garden and from being a fresh air kid I knew too and learned about respect. They were Amish.
That Amish family taught me more in two weeks about family values, worship, nurturing and more, than I learned in ten years at home. The youngest child on the farm had family responsibilities and that opened my eyes more to what children give to us. Returning to Brooklyn I watched little kids younger than I take out trash, empty bottles, run to the store, get mom a drink, pick up something mom or dad dropped, help the baby, get the mail, sweep the floor and so much more.
As I grew up I saw my friend Sandy had some of the same responsibilities when it came to babysitting her sibling. Maybe we had to do it so much because our parents were afraid of what was "out there". But I doubt it. Anyway from then on, I saw my own brothers earn spending money shining shoes and selling newspapers. While they did that, most kids on the block ran to stores, washed halls, helped clean, did some babysitting and as they became teenagers, well that's when I really saw how kids work! Sure many to earn money, but they worked like some grown men wouldn't or couldn't.
In a local butcher shop one kid Joey cleaned like a cyclone, always sweeping in and out, delivering orders on his bike no matter how hot or cold. Oh yeah he thought he was a grown-up with a cigarette behind his ear, but the butcher Big Joe took care of that. On a Saturday night Joey was washing the giant plate glass window while friends were on their way to a dance, and he quit smoking.
Another local grocery store had a family who ran it, and yes the family children all worked there all to make it come together. Many, many time those kids had school books, sitting on crates reading and when a customer walked in, up one jumped to take care of the customer. That was family and work values in one, working for the good of the whole, no one more important or less than another.
Today we see kids behind fast service counters and expect it fast, at gas stations, movie theatres, on farms, in churches. As adults we watch them and see who we have raised grow into who they want to be. We hopefully raise our children to be able to take care of themselves, respect others, do work that is honest and meaningful and to think for themselves. We raise them to do better and be better in whatever capacity that can be and we love them no matter what.
I think I have been more fortunate than many adults, not that I'm always adult-like, but have known many kids. I've had a couple of neighbor kids, now young men living in Montana and I know how proud their parents are as they are of their daughter. I love those three kids. To me they will always be as if my own in some ways. Looking out my kitchen window I still see a twelve year old blond haired kid with a giant grin on a Nine n ford tractor, mowing and waving. Time passed then I see a darker haired younger brother then about fourteen brother going over the same ground, and more time passed. The brothers were making changes as they were becoming men. One day I heard mowers. Huh? I knew the boys were away. It was The dad and his daughter on a hot summer day, she looking so cute in jeans with rolled up cuffs, too hot to mow but being that same good and caring extension of her family. She was the one whose voice I heard in a high school hall one day yell my name with me wondering, who knew me here? She saw me, I didn't see her until then. She went out of her way to say hi. I have to move on or...well you know.
Lets' celebrate all kids and the foundations they stand on. Sure as parents own in other small children.
Look at the wonder in their eyes and wonder who they are. Take time to meet, to know and learn more about who may stand before you the next time you're on line in a fast food restaurant, getting gas, buying movie tickets or shopping. Give them a special thanks. They don't forget. Did you?
Septic help? York, Enviroclean AMERICAN co. PA.
This past year has been a doozy for many Americans which is why we want to support American businesses as much as we can, and we all need all kinds of services.
If you or anyone you know lives in the York, Delta or Brogue area, Seven Valleys and need a Septic Service these are the best, nicest, honest and most efficient people to call. You won't be sorry. I wish I could say more, but it's always better to talk to the people who own the business. Since I have used them I can now say I am biased. When I meet people who I know are true to their word and work, those are the people I want to support.
Here is a link bkauf125@verizon.net My experiences with these people doesn't even come close to what others have offered in the way of friendliness, helping in other ways as to make suggestions that you can only get from experience, and prices. While some may be close, all around this company is better than number one.
If you or anyone you know lives in the York, Delta or Brogue area, Seven Valleys and need a Septic Service these are the best, nicest, honest and most efficient people to call. You won't be sorry. I wish I could say more, but it's always better to talk to the people who own the business. Since I have used them I can now say I am biased. When I meet people who I know are true to their word and work, those are the people I want to support.
Here is a link bkauf125@verizon.net My experiences with these people doesn't even come close to what others have offered in the way of friendliness, helping in other ways as to make suggestions that you can only get from experience, and prices. While some may be close, all around this company is better than number one.
Leading Lawns-Year end clean-up? York Pa.
Hello York and surrounding areas.
I wanted to pass along some good information and now is the time as well as getting back to you in the Spring. So first if you have a 2012 calendar write this number down. You can't go wrong. 717-683-8007-This is a very small and private lawn service, LeadingLawns owned by Erik Waltz, a guy with a conscience and hard work ethic. I have had the pleasure to have him mow my lawn as well as his father who I believe are partners.
Everyday men, these two are caring about the work and you. This is a perfect example. How many mowing services would travel to your home, knock on your door and give you the opportunity to say yes or no as to needing another mowing?
Rare at it's best. I think most services would have simply unloaded, mowed and left a bill, and drove off. George, the dad, came to the house, knocked and asked, said it was up to me, and yes, I knew that in case you may be thinking otherwise. He said it's looks, well, and I jumped in with iffy, so we agreed it looked iffy, like it could go either way. I felt to do it. First because he was considerate enough to ask, not wanting to mow simply because it meant an extra fee. Second he didn't just mow and leave. Last of all because there have been times when my yard isn't always picked up and George has moved, put aside, asked and has just been so nice about things. Erik, the owner as I knew him first, is just the same, kind ethical, considerate, gets to work to do a great job and leaves.
Actually call then now and get a quote on this years prices for next year...here's a link, you won't be sorry... LeadingLawns@yahoo.com
I wanted to pass along some good information and now is the time as well as getting back to you in the Spring. So first if you have a 2012 calendar write this number down. You can't go wrong. 717-683-8007-This is a very small and private lawn service, LeadingLawns owned by Erik Waltz, a guy with a conscience and hard work ethic. I have had the pleasure to have him mow my lawn as well as his father who I believe are partners.
Everyday men, these two are caring about the work and you. This is a perfect example. How many mowing services would travel to your home, knock on your door and give you the opportunity to say yes or no as to needing another mowing?
Rare at it's best. I think most services would have simply unloaded, mowed and left a bill, and drove off. George, the dad, came to the house, knocked and asked, said it was up to me, and yes, I knew that in case you may be thinking otherwise. He said it's looks, well, and I jumped in with iffy, so we agreed it looked iffy, like it could go either way. I felt to do it. First because he was considerate enough to ask, not wanting to mow simply because it meant an extra fee. Second he didn't just mow and leave. Last of all because there have been times when my yard isn't always picked up and George has moved, put aside, asked and has just been so nice about things. Erik, the owner as I knew him first, is just the same, kind ethical, considerate, gets to work to do a great job and leaves.
Actually call then now and get a quote on this years prices for next year...here's a link, you won't be sorry... LeadingLawns@yahoo.com
How to buy AMERICAN Only & Where
This morning I received a reminder from a crafter that she is buying from another crafter for gift giving. That is American Shopping . You can't do better that that. Sure kids want toys but who pays? America is paying every day we shop at that big W store. Imagine if we could control spending and just buy what we need. Go to local markets=healthier eating, supports the farmer as well as people who usually live locally, ends up saving gas, family time and makes happier people.
I love music and would love a Susan Boyle CD, but first I want to know the whole process of making that CD and where it comes from.
Just think and do what you can to SAVE AMERICA this holiday season, better yet, if you believe in the Bible, Christianity, maybe celebrate the business side less and the reason more.
Another way to SAVE AMERICA is write letters, buy recycled, reuse and redecorate, paint a room for someone, help a neighbor, trim trees, ask, ask a neighbor, friend or relative (if you're still speaking) what you can do to help. Cook a dinner that will last a few days or at least for seconds. Babysit to give someone a day off, a night out or shop for someone. Cut coupons and give away. Wash and polish a car for an elderly person-not me:) SAVE AMERICA by helping the AMERICAN neighbor, small business owner, church group/mission and don't accept money. Give time if you can. There are so many AMERICAN NEEDS, so step out and step up, and support the AMERICAN NEIGHBOR, THE AMERICAN BUSINESS OWNER, THE AMERICAN CRAFTER and keep that support right here in our AMERICA this year!
I love music and would love a Susan Boyle CD, but first I want to know the whole process of making that CD and where it comes from.
Just think and do what you can to SAVE AMERICA this holiday season, better yet, if you believe in the Bible, Christianity, maybe celebrate the business side less and the reason more.
Another way to SAVE AMERICA is write letters, buy recycled, reuse and redecorate, paint a room for someone, help a neighbor, trim trees, ask, ask a neighbor, friend or relative (if you're still speaking) what you can do to help. Cook a dinner that will last a few days or at least for seconds. Babysit to give someone a day off, a night out or shop for someone. Cut coupons and give away. Wash and polish a car for an elderly person-not me:) SAVE AMERICA by helping the AMERICAN neighbor, small business owner, church group/mission and don't accept money. Give time if you can. There are so many AMERICAN NEEDS, so step out and step up, and support the AMERICAN NEIGHBOR, THE AMERICAN BUSINESS OWNER, THE AMERICAN CRAFTER and keep that support right here in our AMERICA this year!
Monday, November 21, 2011
At What Price...Happiness
Most people are thinking Thanksgiving, families, football and who to invite over or where we will go. Many of those same people can't afford it. The world is quickly turning into an old newspaper called the Enquirer. Okay maybe not really a"newspaper". As a kid I heard it was called a rag paper. But the funny thing is, I remember stories blazing on the front page showing images of very young children looking like very old people:yes, progeria as we now know it's called. But then adults would say, boy that paper will make up anything for a buck. There were stories about two headed cows, aliens, area 51 and so much more which is now known today as truth.
Then pedophiles were completely ignored and the victims were, nine out of ten made out to be liars. But I remember those pedophiles. There was Casper the shoemaker, short, dirty from shoe polish with an accent and Mr. Sheen , a well-dressed Irish neighbor who people said was such a nice guy, the candy store owner, a sloppy disgusting pig looking man and of course fathers and brothers on the block. It was all so familiar.
What makes it worse? The kids who it happened to didn't couldn't and wouldn't talk about it. Every day it was there but the pretense of happiness was better to live with, not easier, just better. No one knew who it happened to so who could you trust to tell. There was one man, a father in the neighborhood who we all knew about. They were Peurto Rican. I remember my mother talking to the mom who was somewhat slow mentally, and her son and one daughter was an almost replica. But one daughter was different. She was of average intelligence and pretty.
Her father was a very handsome man, friendly, talked to many and like most perverts, people thought he was a nice guy-that is until the cops came one day and took him away.
His daughter was pregnant, and he went away to prison for a long time. When he got out he divorced his wife and his daughter and they moved in together. Was that happiness for her? What did she sacrifice? Everything.
Happiness is like the ocean. It comes in waves, and sometimes washes enough old stuff away that the good lasts longer each time. We have to help that goodness along. Just like that neighbor kid, we were told to mind our own business. She was our business. When do we learn and what does it take to get involved where we're told we don't belong.
If the waves come too fast, you have to step backwards. Remember that cold feeling of getting wet when you're not ready?
Help someone. Don't always mind your own business, get involved and yes be careful. Have a good Thanksgiving. Try not to gossip about people because you don't know if you're being gossiped about too and don't pass the buck, unless it's to a charity, or a church that is really doing good, and most of all if you think you can't do anything, you can pray. It's still free in these United States. Sleep Well:)
Then pedophiles were completely ignored and the victims were, nine out of ten made out to be liars. But I remember those pedophiles. There was Casper the shoemaker, short, dirty from shoe polish with an accent and Mr. Sheen , a well-dressed Irish neighbor who people said was such a nice guy, the candy store owner, a sloppy disgusting pig looking man and of course fathers and brothers on the block. It was all so familiar.
What makes it worse? The kids who it happened to didn't couldn't and wouldn't talk about it. Every day it was there but the pretense of happiness was better to live with, not easier, just better. No one knew who it happened to so who could you trust to tell. There was one man, a father in the neighborhood who we all knew about. They were Peurto Rican. I remember my mother talking to the mom who was somewhat slow mentally, and her son and one daughter was an almost replica. But one daughter was different. She was of average intelligence and pretty.
Her father was a very handsome man, friendly, talked to many and like most perverts, people thought he was a nice guy-that is until the cops came one day and took him away.
His daughter was pregnant, and he went away to prison for a long time. When he got out he divorced his wife and his daughter and they moved in together. Was that happiness for her? What did she sacrifice? Everything.
Happiness is like the ocean. It comes in waves, and sometimes washes enough old stuff away that the good lasts longer each time. We have to help that goodness along. Just like that neighbor kid, we were told to mind our own business. She was our business. When do we learn and what does it take to get involved where we're told we don't belong.
If the waves come too fast, you have to step backwards. Remember that cold feeling of getting wet when you're not ready?
Help someone. Don't always mind your own business, get involved and yes be careful. Have a good Thanksgiving. Try not to gossip about people because you don't know if you're being gossiped about too and don't pass the buck, unless it's to a charity, or a church that is really doing good, and most of all if you think you can't do anything, you can pray. It's still free in these United States. Sleep Well:)
Two Boys and a Junk Store
The building was more of an antique than anything else. Wooden furniture sits outside in all kinds of weather, covered by a roof, but with windswept rains I wouldn't buy anything from there made of wood, although I did buy one thing about two months ago. I can't mention it now as it' or part of it will be a gift for my daughter. She reads this so...
Well we get inside and this well dressed man, golden wedding ring stands out on his finger, white hair, wearing a fedora and back turned away from us as we enter. Yet he knows a woman has walked in as he greets me, hello Mrs....Wow I haven't heard that term that way in years. Since I don't like Mrs. I just said a quite hello and we walked down through the, body style selfish isles which mattered not to the boys. I squeezed, stood sideways, stretched taller, curved where I could in an effort not to knock anything over, after all I am a Viking! Boxes and boxes, glass counters stood piled high with things collected from anywhere and everywhere. Dust covered things, but most things were cleaned simply from handling. If we only had a ladder!
AHA! A treasure was found. I heard one brother say to the other do you have any money? Noo, I spent it all, remember? Me too said the older brother. Coming closer to me he says, look, look what I found! It was a comic, an old one but in nice condition. I told him to ask the man behind the counter how much it was. He came back too fast. It's only fifty cents he said. Good I told him and walked away. I was smiling to myself as he followed and asked can I get this instead of ice cream? Yes he was thinking. Sure, and he bought his comic as his little brother looked on. His little brother, with big brown eyes said I want ice cream in a sad and small voice. I knew he also wanted a treasure, and it wasn't long before he found it, a book. He said he never read that book before. Both boys read a lot of books. We made two trips to the library, taking out eight books for each child and they read them.
As we were leaving the older man with the white hair and fedora asked the boys if they had fun. They gave me a lot of that feel good stuff, when almost at the same time said we always have fun with her, but what they didn't know is, I had the most fun. So we left, got in the car and I told them, let's go to Rutters, an area convenience store. The younger boy asked if we were getting ice cream. Noooo remember, you spent your money and also bought a treasure. He said but, but, but I said I wanted ice cream...and you didn't answer me. I inside smiled, quietly said lets go. In the car they hopped, happy with a treasure, sad without ice cream.
I bought The New York Sunday News as they stood side by side, looking down into the ice cream case, lowered bottom lips. The woman behind the counter asked, Can I help you boys? I wish you could have seen their faces. You know what they said? Can she help us, looking pleadingly at me.
I smiled, said yeah, she can help you. She can even help me too. Grabbing our ice cream bars from the counter we jumped in the car, talking and planning the rest of the afternoon. They wanted to go back to the Antique/junk/treasure store.
Now that's a Viking day!
How Do Vikings Communicate ?
By Norse code. So what is Norse code? By the way that little dittie came about from hanging out with a couple of little guys until yesterday when they had to go home from respite. Once they saw my Norwegian plaid blog, they wanted to know, what's a Norwegian? So I explained and then we talked about Vikings and the younger one who was here before asked about my viking hat. I wish it was real, but no, just plastic, yet I have a lot of fun with it especially when serious meaning people come here. I open the door with my viking hat on and smile, say come in with a Norwegian accent, and yes an imitated one, but one I've heard over the years growing up.
Then we talk about the colors. Just like the Irish love green I loved Red, White and Blue and we all know that covers both sides. The older boy looked through my books of which I have many, and found my viking book, asked if he could look at it and saw a big, big Viking dressed in all his Viking wear. He asked me if I dress like that too-funny little kid. He saw those Viking commercials and said to me well, ladies like to dress that way, and so next time he visits, I will have found some kind of Viking dress, a spear, breastplate, a long braided wig
and I'll grow a beard.
It's a nice night for ship carving so off to my Viking basement.
Then we talk about the colors. Just like the Irish love green I loved Red, White and Blue and we all know that covers both sides. The older boy looked through my books of which I have many, and found my viking book, asked if he could look at it and saw a big, big Viking dressed in all his Viking wear. He asked me if I dress like that too-funny little kid. He saw those Viking commercials and said to me well, ladies like to dress that way, and so next time he visits, I will have found some kind of Viking dress, a spear, breastplate, a long braided wig
and I'll grow a beard.
It's a nice night for ship carving so off to my Viking basement.
Blogger ads and Comments-Practical and Whimsey
It is 5.55 p.m. Eastern Standard time, and getting warmer instead of colder which brings me to ads all over. But first on a blogger site. I clicked an ad on my own site to see what it was like and what kind of an ad it was. It was really a good one. Can't tell ya what it was because it's almost competition. Okay truth now...I don't have any competition. I make makes but rarely sell any. A few days ago a young mom asked me about bringing my bags to her that she saw me showing someone and now wants to buy a few for gifts, that they're practical and whimsy.
That was such a nice compliment, so yes I'll bring my bags to her. I have one made now just right for her little girl as a gift. But to go back to those ads that is how bloggers make a little extra, pennies for sure but extra, and leave comments, even, hey lady I didn't like what you wrote, or you are so wrong, and better yet, awww that was nice. More important about those bloggers ads, they are very interesting. Some products I haven't seen in any local stores, but I do make sure the products are American made, after all as Americans we are in enough trouble without buying products made overseas.
So long for now, NP aka Doozybags my brand name
That was such a nice compliment, so yes I'll bring my bags to her. I have one made now just right for her little girl as a gift. But to go back to those ads that is how bloggers make a little extra, pennies for sure but extra, and leave comments, even, hey lady I didn't like what you wrote, or you are so wrong, and better yet, awww that was nice. More important about those bloggers ads, they are very interesting. Some products I haven't seen in any local stores, but I do make sure the products are American made, after all as Americans we are in enough trouble without buying products made overseas.
So long for now, NP aka Doozybags my brand name
Go Figure! Active "X"? I.E .Woe is me....Genius here
Hey People, help!!! I was back to loving my blog posting and then something was amiss. Each time I went to my Norwegianplaid, another window opens and at the top states to download google chrome-well that didn't help one bit-another link showed to "dismiss" so I hit dismiss and my blog window frame opens but also stops right there.
After days and hours and on the phone with Aol, and nothing helped, I messed around with stuff I know nothing about. Active X pops up and shows I somehow blocked a publisher for active X. What a mess!
I downloaded the latest IE option and tried that off and on and a little while ago I see in the upper address box, Norwegianplaid and Youpublish, both places I have my fun stuff on. Youpublish shows it is off line for a while. So is youpublish connected to Blogger? I don't even understand how my Norwegianplaid ended up on IE and is allowing me to blog. I don't like it but am happier that I can at least blog. Why don't I like it you may ask-smile-because on this, or in this box, well it is layed out differently and "feels" different, not so welcoming.
One thing I am reminded of about me...I hate to quit. Aol wanted me to buy a program today for 129.00 promising an immediate diagnosis and repair, or 25. a month for an ongoing service but I would still have had to buy the D&R first. Glad I kept trying, even if I did get to do this by pure accident. Now this rainy, and gloomy day brings me to one last thought...the sofa awaits. Goodnight.
After days and hours and on the phone with Aol, and nothing helped, I messed around with stuff I know nothing about. Active X pops up and shows I somehow blocked a publisher for active X. What a mess!
I downloaded the latest IE option and tried that off and on and a little while ago I see in the upper address box, Norwegianplaid and Youpublish, both places I have my fun stuff on. Youpublish shows it is off line for a while. So is youpublish connected to Blogger? I don't even understand how my Norwegianplaid ended up on IE and is allowing me to blog. I don't like it but am happier that I can at least blog. Why don't I like it you may ask-smile-because on this, or in this box, well it is layed out differently and "feels" different, not so welcoming.
One thing I am reminded of about me...I hate to quit. Aol wanted me to buy a program today for 129.00 promising an immediate diagnosis and repair, or 25. a month for an ongoing service but I would still have had to buy the D&R first. Glad I kept trying, even if I did get to do this by pure accident. Now this rainy, and gloomy day brings me to one last thought...the sofa awaits. Goodnight.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Knockin' on Heaven's Door-What Keeps you Awake?
Okay so I don't really mean to knock on Heaven's door although we don't know the hour or time, not to preach but better safe than sorry. Just watched again, Left behind with a few kids, and questions galore.
Back on track. I am talking about Doors, songs with the word door it it. To me the best thing about Bob Dylans song is the sound as lyrics are few. Yet as many times as he repeats knockin' on Heavens door, I bet it even gave atheists something to think about. Atheist? How can you deny what you say you don't believe? okay back to the doors, no not the group, the songs. Hey wait, Atheists say God is just some story made to scare people, well if that's true, He's done a good job of it, even Atheists get angry.
So what's your favorite door song. Many oldsters know Dean Martin's, The Door is still open to my heart, nice but..uh uh, just uh. I love Creedance Clearwater Revival's Lookin' Out my Back Door and best of all Charlie Rich/aka The Silver Fox-Behind Closed Doors. The bottom line with that is, as in life, No one knows what goes on behind closed doors. But that song, that song can make the most haggard, tired and weary person feel ready to wear high heels again, or even, a favorite suit.
There was another oldie I remember slightly- Green Door, what's that secret your keeping, There's an old piano behind the green door, green Door, one more night without sleeping. What's keeps you awake?
Back on track. I am talking about Doors, songs with the word door it it. To me the best thing about Bob Dylans song is the sound as lyrics are few. Yet as many times as he repeats knockin' on Heavens door, I bet it even gave atheists something to think about. Atheist? How can you deny what you say you don't believe? okay back to the doors, no not the group, the songs. Hey wait, Atheists say God is just some story made to scare people, well if that's true, He's done a good job of it, even Atheists get angry.
So what's your favorite door song. Many oldsters know Dean Martin's, The Door is still open to my heart, nice but..uh uh, just uh. I love Creedance Clearwater Revival's Lookin' Out my Back Door and best of all Charlie Rich/aka The Silver Fox-Behind Closed Doors. The bottom line with that is, as in life, No one knows what goes on behind closed doors. But that song, that song can make the most haggard, tired and weary person feel ready to wear high heels again, or even, a favorite suit.
There was another oldie I remember slightly- Green Door, what's that secret your keeping, There's an old piano behind the green door, green Door, one more night without sleeping. What's keeps you awake?
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Joe Paterno-Why didn't they all do more? That Stain!
We don't understand why Joe Paterno didn't do more and why all involved and yes I say as much as I don't like to say, involved because those who stand by and do little or not enough are involved. Like many I too loved Joe Paterno and what he stood for, as I did Penn State. This past week I'm not sure how I feel about him or the University. I do know yesterday when I put a shirt on, a Penn State shirt, suddenly I looked down with a feeling of being unsure. I said the hell with it. This is mine, paid for twice, once with my education and once at the Penn State store.
It was an old short sleeve white with Blue lettering, filled with stains from years of wear. So I had two little kids visiting, finished dressing and went to my local market run by nice country people with those back country roads accents. As I picked up a pre-ordered roast, I heard a voice, looked to what he was doing as he asked to people behind the counter, does anyone want a piece of the paper, Penn State or the cartoons. I felt a shame and my face redden. Was that remark meant for me because I had that shirt on or was I being paranoid?
Either way, the boys and I went home, put the roast away, sat and talked about what we were going to do when we went out for he day. Just as we were about to leave I said hold on guys, I have to change. I went in my room and grabbed any old top. When I came out the little guy asked, as he knew how much I loved Penn State, hey where's your Penn State shirt? With simple and plain honesty a little kid could understand I said, it filled with stains. I knew he thought I meant the spotted drips of time, but I didn't.
Yesterday we went out, basketball, hiking, a playground, the library, and art museum and eating out of course and I talked to them more in depth about that stranger danger stuff. They said they knew it all, and I try to teach any kids who I may work with about this. I asked, what if you were in the bathroom at the movies and some man comes up and touches you? One said, I don't know. He's ten. The other at twelve said, I'll yell at him, you're not my father or mother. So was he telling me something else in that statement I have to report-indeed I will. I will write in into notes, and report it to about and at least four people. Or was he simply telling me It's only in appropriate if anyone other than a parent touches you anywhere, as in washing a kids face etc?
I knew then both of these boys after talking to them have been very sheltered from and with words like molestation. Since they are visiting I felt at first it isn't my place to teach them, then I said the hell with it and told them. I educated them on these things this weekend that I'm sure some grown-ups will not like as these kids have been very spiritually educated and in that, have also been verbally protected and don't know how many predators are really out to harm such innocence.
Today we are going out into crowds and I will be close, but what happens when they go to the bathroom. I am giving them whistles and have told them to yell fire and yell don't touch me like that, as loud as you can, and keep on yelling. Yes you may think if a kid yells fire it gives an opportunity for kidnapping-true-but hopefully while others are running out, I will be running in to grab two sets of hands.
As far as Joe Paterno and the other's involved in it, brings me to the old adage, if you're not with me, you're against me. That stain doesn't wash away so easily. How long do you think it stays within the victims?
It was an old short sleeve white with Blue lettering, filled with stains from years of wear. So I had two little kids visiting, finished dressing and went to my local market run by nice country people with those back country roads accents. As I picked up a pre-ordered roast, I heard a voice, looked to what he was doing as he asked to people behind the counter, does anyone want a piece of the paper, Penn State or the cartoons. I felt a shame and my face redden. Was that remark meant for me because I had that shirt on or was I being paranoid?
Either way, the boys and I went home, put the roast away, sat and talked about what we were going to do when we went out for he day. Just as we were about to leave I said hold on guys, I have to change. I went in my room and grabbed any old top. When I came out the little guy asked, as he knew how much I loved Penn State, hey where's your Penn State shirt? With simple and plain honesty a little kid could understand I said, it filled with stains. I knew he thought I meant the spotted drips of time, but I didn't.
Yesterday we went out, basketball, hiking, a playground, the library, and art museum and eating out of course and I talked to them more in depth about that stranger danger stuff. They said they knew it all, and I try to teach any kids who I may work with about this. I asked, what if you were in the bathroom at the movies and some man comes up and touches you? One said, I don't know. He's ten. The other at twelve said, I'll yell at him, you're not my father or mother. So was he telling me something else in that statement I have to report-indeed I will. I will write in into notes, and report it to about and at least four people. Or was he simply telling me It's only in appropriate if anyone other than a parent touches you anywhere, as in washing a kids face etc?
I knew then both of these boys after talking to them have been very sheltered from and with words like molestation. Since they are visiting I felt at first it isn't my place to teach them, then I said the hell with it and told them. I educated them on these things this weekend that I'm sure some grown-ups will not like as these kids have been very spiritually educated and in that, have also been verbally protected and don't know how many predators are really out to harm such innocence.
Today we are going out into crowds and I will be close, but what happens when they go to the bathroom. I am giving them whistles and have told them to yell fire and yell don't touch me like that, as loud as you can, and keep on yelling. Yes you may think if a kid yells fire it gives an opportunity for kidnapping-true-but hopefully while others are running out, I will be running in to grab two sets of hands.
As far as Joe Paterno and the other's involved in it, brings me to the old adage, if you're not with me, you're against me. That stain doesn't wash away so easily. How long do you think it stays within the victims?
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Teachers, Just my Opinion, Male vs. Female
I know what does that have to do with teachers. Nothing at all,I just love snow. As I sat waiting for a little boy to be allowed into school today since we were early, I had an opportunity that many parents don't. The little boy and I watched teacher walk in one by one, male and female. Of course many more females, than males.
The men, only two men were years apart. The older man had a small plastic bag and an umbrella. I'm guessing lunch, and the much younger man had a briefcase, not too large or small, enough for lunch and some papers. This was an elementary school in Bermudian Springs PA.
Now comes an eye opener. The female teachers-wow, what a difference!
These ladies, every single one of them were carrying either a large bag , purse and a small bag, or a couple of larger bags and filled with things. I watched and pointed out to this little boy who was visiting for a while how teachers come prepared to make classes interesting, and how I would bet they have spent their own time and money to have extra items in the classes to heighten interest all across those little minds. There was one lady much older than the rest who had too many bags, weighted down and her shoulders were hunched with that weight.
I made sure this little guy knew, saw and could try to appreciate the extra steps these ladies took to help kids want to learn. After a while he then started pointing which teach carried more or less and tried to guess why. He knew who they were and what they taught. I thought about the older male teacher and wondered why he had a bare minimum...did he have tenure or was he just tired of the same old stuff. Maybe the answer was more simple-maybe he just didn't need anything. Then again, maybe he felt he shouldn't have to go the extra mile because he once did and did he get anything in return which brings me back to the female teachers I saw.
What makes them try so hard day after day without kind words from a mom and dad, or one or the other? How do they put up with all the baloney from insensitive kids and obnoxious adults who don't understand what it takes to do such a good job. A busy world maybe. How much time does it take to write a note? Not long at all and so, here's mine:
Thank you, Thank you all who continue to do a job not many people want. Thank you for working well past three, researching on your time, grading on your time, baking on your time, having spouses who in turn lose time with their wife or husband and thank you for the education you paid for to have such a career and are passing it all on. Some may say, hey they get paid, but we know it's never enough, don't we? We know you don't get paid for staying up later than you should, lights on when your own kids are in bed while you look for more to instill curiosity in inquisitive minds, to quench their thirst for the unknown.
Thank you also to those special education teachers who no one in their right minds has any idea what that's like, no one! If you as a parent think it feels impossible to live and work and love one child with some of those very special and difficult emotional needs, try working for seven hours a day with four or five children! Then the teen and preteen hormones kick in. Do you think because these teachers have Special Educational training, that makes it easier than your job. No it makes it different, times four or five children. Just tell them thank-you. If you don't feel you should because that's what they get paid to do-think about this. What if you as a parent only did the bare minimum to care for your child? Feed, bathe and bedtime, meds too of course. Ask a teacher to do the same. That my readers will not happen. think about why a favorite teacher was your favorite. I do every day. Thank You all.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
A Norwegian Carpenter Named Hansen
We all have our special cultural connections, and this is not to stereo-type but come on now. We know if we want a great slice of Pizza we go to New york to an Italian Pizzeria. I don't care where Pizza originated from, New York Pizza is best.
I knew this older man and loved to watch him make repairs. He worked in my aunts house sometimes and would wear faded overalls, a white tee shirt, boots and a cap. His hammer hung from that little piece of jean material, like carpenters jeans today and he always had a pencil in his ear. His name was Hansen. I know it sounds like a last name but we were told it was his first name.
Hansen would stop working when he saw us kids come around and talk about his latest project, a special bookcase bed for a seven year-old. We also learned the seven year old used a wheelchair. That little boy Arnie lived next to my aunt. My aunt let Hansen use her house and basement to do the work while Arnie's parents worked during the day. I also learned Hansen was making this for just about nothing. He knew the people had a lot of bills with Arnie in his wheelchair, so he accepted lunch on Saturdays and very little pay. Hansen went to the carpenters union to get scraps.
Those guys were mostly all Norwegians and knew what Hansen was doing
for that little boy and his family. So to even say scraps is stretching the truth.
Hansen loved teak wood and it was Spring, so he drew pictures. He drew so many pictures about the bed, how Arnie would get in and out, how he would reach the books, a special hidden drawer for just Arnie. It was almost time to start work, putting it together.
So now he has his drawings, fingers worn from refining his pictures, pencils broken and a spot of hair on the right side of his head shorter than the rest from scratching and his load of wood. He now needed screws which were expensive, not just any screws but wooden screws. He wouldn't use too many because he was going to dovetail as many sides, tops and bottoms as possible. He had wood glue, sand paper and was almost ready to start when he realized something was missing, but what?
Snap! He snapped his fingers remembering. He needed two saw horses. The set he had just wouldn't do as he wanted everything level and perfect. As us kids watched him pace we asked, Hansen, what is it? What's wrong? He turned and said kids, you vant to help right? Can you get me more vood? Ask your parents if they have an old table yah? Hansen thought he could make two saw horses from a couple of tables. Soon a couple of dads were hauling some old battered and weathered picnic tables to Hansen. Apologizing, they said, Hansen this is the best we could do!
Oh yah, yah, dis vill vork very vell, tank you, tank you everyone!
The men with Hansen pulled apart legs and strips of wood and then put it together to form two saw horses. After careful measurements Hansen said, ahh Dis is perfect, yah? The grown-ups and kids at once yelled, yah!!! Hansen said vell, it is getting dark now, I vill start early tomorrow. Saturday morning is a goot time to begin. I vill have fresh coffee and a crumb bun.
Saturday moring came and Hansen showed up coffee in hand but no crumb bun. One of the grown-up said Hi Hansen,what no buns? Hansen said, vell, vell they were all gone ven I get there yah? Maybe Monday. In the next few seconds about fifteen neighbors showed up with boxes of crumb buns. A few women had big coffee Thermos's with cups, cream, and saucers.
Some of the men stayed to help if needed and everyone else went home. Hansen started with the headboard. With crafty and educated hands he measured twice, cut once, did the dovetails, prepared the secret drawer. That drawer would hold many wishes over the next years as Arnie grew up. All it took to open it was first knowing it was there and that secret was between Hansen and Arnie., and how to open it. Shh, I can't tell.
Hansen made the bookshelf in the headboard and added a lip so it would hold the books in. He added the same shelf at the foot board, but adding it on the outside end. That way Arnie could reach a book from both ends, while in or out of bed. He took out his chisel, a smaller one at first. Just before starting he drew dovetail lines. Then he made the side rails, added opposite dovetails joints. He connected the side rails and head and foot boards adding a small amount of glue before pressing all of the joints together.
Then he sanded again. He sanded all of the pieces first, and now again. Now once more he took out his chisel, drew and carved, and carved some more at the bottom of the foot board. Cutting a scrap of sandpaper he sanded the small chisel openings. Hansen made a special drawer to slide under the bed. Arnies' mom and dad had little space. This drawer was made so Arnie could pull on a string and it would come out and pop up.
While it was close to being finished he knew he needed more time, a day or two and Hansen didn't work on Sundays.
Hansen and two men carefully loaded it into my aunts basement until Monday. Well Monday came, but so did sadness. Brooklyn had an unusual storm, and my aunts basement became flooded, a wall of bricks came down and Arnie's bed was smashed beyond repair. Hansen's face was a look of devastation. The two men behind him couldn't believe what happened. Softly one neighbor asked, Hansen, what now? Hansen grinned and said vell, vat do ya tink? I make another one, yah? Right away he called the Norwegian Carpenters, and before he knew it, a truck pulled up and men jumped out with more than enough in supplies.
The block was alive buzzing with the news of Hansen's devotion to make Arnie's special bed. Arnie's mom and dad went to work, and Arnie was at school, also saddened by what happened, but they never saw the truck arrive or the response on the block.
More neighbors, coffee and crumb buns, tools, stain, screws, sandpaper, saw horses, levels, wood glue and chisels, and hands. More hands that could ever be needed for one bed. But now it was about friendship and neighbors, and love for a little boy and his special need. Hansen wanted it finished by that night, so now he asked for anyone who worked with tools to do what they could and he needed fans.
It looked like a movie was being made on that street. My aunts house became a lunch counter, restroom, and break room. Men were busy hammering, sanding, making dovetails, leveling and measuring twice, cutting once.
There were two things for just Hansen to do. He was to do the secret drawer and that other something at the bottom of the bed. Out he took his chisels and pencils. He started to draw his special project. The whole bed was stained and fans were fanning it dry to be ready when the family came home that night.
The beautiful teak wood glistened in the early evening sun and just as Hansen finished the last of his chiseling and sanding, a van, then a car pulled up.
The block filled with onlookers. It was a picture of men in overalls, hammers, all kinds of tools, empty coffee cups, dreary eyes and slumped shoulders. Ladies were wiping their eyes and men were wiping sweat. Women were sewing a bedspread and curtains, finishing that up too. These families were hands full of worn life lines, creases of knowledge lined foreheads, hands calloused and backs bent, yet, yet they lived. They lived to show one little boy named Arnie that he was loved just as much as anyone, and had as much to offer in life as anyone else did.
Arnie's mom and dad cried as they looked at the bed, at everyone who stood before them clapping, hugging and crying. Arnie with tears in his eyes saw the bottom of the bed. In it was carved, ARNIE. Then he was shown his secret Drawer. Arnie asked for a piece of paper, sat and wrote a letter to himself, a first wish. Before he put it in his drawer he asked Hansen to read it to everyone and said, this is the only wish you all get to know. That paper read like this:
When I grow up I want to be a carpenter !
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Norwegian Plaid Bag 17 x 19 Red, Blue and White Check
This is a drawstring bag with ties made of the same material. I love plaids and will be making more this coming week. Since this is also a plaid blog I will be making plaids in the colors of tartans. This bag is lined in muslin and all triple stitched at a cost of 14.95 plush 2.50 S&H I try to keep shipping the same for everything no matter what, and have a doozybags site. In addition I am on artfire.com as Doozybags and Viking328-the 328 comes from my first address in Brooklyn when the Norwegian ladies used to visit.
I hope you enjoy my bags and look to purchase one, or two because they are made in America first, quality made and some what culturally .
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Norwegian Sweaters
Those colors, nothing like them! When I was little I used to pray for a Norwegian Sweater. My mother was Norwegian, and I went to a church with a lot of Norwegians. They had a ladies club, appropriately called, The Norwegian ladies club. I am half Norwegian, always only wanting to claim that side of me, but to admit the truth, I am also part Scottish and English which makes me Norwegianplaid:) Now back to the story of my sweater, that ugly one, made just for me.
My mother could knit and crochet and I asked year after year for a pretty sweater like the kind I saw men and women wear as a kid. They were in deep reds, shade of blues and white. Oh I loved them. When we had May 17th, That Norwegian parade day...well all you could see were thousands of beautiful Norwegian sweaters. They stood out like a brand new car.
One year I noticed my mother sitting on the stoop with Lisa Ingebretson who married a friend of my brother. Lisa, although much younger became friends with my mother. They spoke Norwegian and Lisa's husband didn't know much so Lisa could confide in my mother and boy did she. My mother always told us later what was said. So Lisa and my mother sat on the stoop many nights in Brooklyn at our old Brownstone knitting and or crocheting. They had long needles and wool in bags. Yakking and yakking, knitting and knitting, they would sit for hours. So one night I noticed the sweater Lisa was making. I saw the red, navy blue and white contrasts peeking from her bag. I remember yelling, Lisa! Lisa! That's the kind I want. Lisa smiled. She was so sweet, with her small blue eyes and seemed to get thinner each time we saw her-and we knew why, and hoped for the day she'd become single again. But I hoped that of my mother too for very good reasons.
Lisa, friend that she was said, well maybe your mother would make you one for Christmas. I know I jumped and asked her, would ya mom, huh? She acted like I was butting in, shushed me and said not now, later. Well later came a few weeks later and I asked her again. She said I'll think about it and I added, oh thank you but not gray, I hate gray. Red okay? With Blue in it, my favorite color...and she knew that I loved blue.
Some time after that she and Lisa were at it again on the Brownstone stoop. Now my mother had a bag I didn't see before. I asked like kids do around Christmas-is that my sweater? It's not gray right, I hate gray. Lisa laughed and said I don't think your mother would make you a gray sweater, but yes she did just that.
Why? I never knew why. Christmas came and she handed me the bag telling me she didn't have time to wrap it up. I didn't care. I was so happy to finally get my sweater. Then as I slowly pulled it from the bag I knew disappointment was written all over my face. I was twenty-one and will never forget that Christmas.
My mother said son-of a b.... you don't like it do you? I did my damnest to make you that and that's the thanks I get. My face was red and warm as I answered, but I do like it, lying through my teeth. She knew and so did I as she said well I'll give it to someone else. I said again-no I like it, I really do. She finally did something for me and I wanted to keep it. When I thought it couldn't get worse she said try it on. Oh crap!
I put it on and oh Lordy, it was the itchiest thing I ever wore and started scratching. Hands on her hips she asked, what the hell is wrong now and I answered just as fast, it's itchy. She cursed. I said I'll just put it in Woolite tomorrow to soften it. She cursed again, mumbled, I can't do nothing right, son of a b----ing kids. Wow and this was Christmas? So the following year I left home, moved in with my sister and left the sweater with her. Yes, my mother found it, showed me and said, so you really like it huh?
A few years later I was married and had a son. Guess what my mother did. She made him a sweater-gray.
I'm still looking:)
My mother could knit and crochet and I asked year after year for a pretty sweater like the kind I saw men and women wear as a kid. They were in deep reds, shade of blues and white. Oh I loved them. When we had May 17th, That Norwegian parade day...well all you could see were thousands of beautiful Norwegian sweaters. They stood out like a brand new car.
One year I noticed my mother sitting on the stoop with Lisa Ingebretson who married a friend of my brother. Lisa, although much younger became friends with my mother. They spoke Norwegian and Lisa's husband didn't know much so Lisa could confide in my mother and boy did she. My mother always told us later what was said. So Lisa and my mother sat on the stoop many nights in Brooklyn at our old Brownstone knitting and or crocheting. They had long needles and wool in bags. Yakking and yakking, knitting and knitting, they would sit for hours. So one night I noticed the sweater Lisa was making. I saw the red, navy blue and white contrasts peeking from her bag. I remember yelling, Lisa! Lisa! That's the kind I want. Lisa smiled. She was so sweet, with her small blue eyes and seemed to get thinner each time we saw her-and we knew why, and hoped for the day she'd become single again. But I hoped that of my mother too for very good reasons.
Lisa, friend that she was said, well maybe your mother would make you one for Christmas. I know I jumped and asked her, would ya mom, huh? She acted like I was butting in, shushed me and said not now, later. Well later came a few weeks later and I asked her again. She said I'll think about it and I added, oh thank you but not gray, I hate gray. Red okay? With Blue in it, my favorite color...and she knew that I loved blue.
Some time after that she and Lisa were at it again on the Brownstone stoop. Now my mother had a bag I didn't see before. I asked like kids do around Christmas-is that my sweater? It's not gray right, I hate gray. Lisa laughed and said I don't think your mother would make you a gray sweater, but yes she did just that.
Why? I never knew why. Christmas came and she handed me the bag telling me she didn't have time to wrap it up. I didn't care. I was so happy to finally get my sweater. Then as I slowly pulled it from the bag I knew disappointment was written all over my face. I was twenty-one and will never forget that Christmas.
My mother said son-of a b.... you don't like it do you? I did my damnest to make you that and that's the thanks I get. My face was red and warm as I answered, but I do like it, lying through my teeth. She knew and so did I as she said well I'll give it to someone else. I said again-no I like it, I really do. She finally did something for me and I wanted to keep it. When I thought it couldn't get worse she said try it on. Oh crap!
I put it on and oh Lordy, it was the itchiest thing I ever wore and started scratching. Hands on her hips she asked, what the hell is wrong now and I answered just as fast, it's itchy. She cursed. I said I'll just put it in Woolite tomorrow to soften it. She cursed again, mumbled, I can't do nothing right, son of a b----ing kids. Wow and this was Christmas? So the following year I left home, moved in with my sister and left the sweater with her. Yes, my mother found it, showed me and said, so you really like it huh?
A few years later I was married and had a son. Guess what my mother did. She made him a sweater-gray.
I'm still looking:)
Thursday, November 3, 2011
May 17 and Brooklyn Norwegians
It isn't the same, not anymore. Okay most things aren't the way they were, but why, why does it have to change so drastically and not for the better. This is a Norwegian day, for squareheads, our nickname. The last time I went to a parade in Brooklyn for May 17, it looked more like the United Nations, but so does Brooklyn. It felt sad. Yet inspite of it all, I was still happy to be part of it, if only an observer.
The best part was my daughter Jenny and I, with her friend all went to a local bar filled with Norwegians. I felt right at home. No, not because I was in a bar, although...but because I was surrounded by squareheads in those wonderful sweaters, the Norwegian dress, flags and even accents. I will make sure to continue this blog, and not stay away again for such a long time, after all, I am a Norwegian.
The best part was my daughter Jenny and I, with her friend all went to a local bar filled with Norwegians. I felt right at home. No, not because I was in a bar, although...but because I was surrounded by squareheads in those wonderful sweaters, the Norwegian dress, flags and even accents. I will make sure to continue this blog, and not stay away again for such a long time, after all, I am a Norwegian.
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