Some sharing from One Woman on her Journey Through This Life
Books by the old Leather Chair
- Snow In The Summer
- My Bible
- The Power of Silence
- What Comes Next and to Like It
- Encore Provence
- A Year in Provence
Friday, October 31, 2008
Some sharing from One Woman on her Journey Through This Life
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
and Playing Tricks is Dandy
But When it Comes to Halloween
It's all About the Candy
All through the years Halloween was a big deal for my children. But my Jamie, the youngest, somehow got left out.
Memories surface how she would stand at the window watching to see if a car turned off the main highway and was heading down our country road. The outside lights were on and a big bowl of treats awaited any visitor. The visitors never came. Once in a great while she would become excited and say "I see car lights I think someone is coming." No they just were on our road and drove past our country home. So this is one of the disadvantages of living in the country.
I can still picture her standing by the window. I think one time a friend from church brought her little girl by our home.
So my youngest daughter's Halloween was usually spent at a party at school or church.
Usually not trick or treating like I remember from my childhood and her older sisters and brother. Also not like her little girls who are all dressed up and everyone visits the homes in their neighborhood.
Just a memory from this One Woman's Journey
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
My version of Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey" by Jessica Parker
A gentle breeze carries my thoughts,
Across the tall thin wheat grass
Into the dark unknowing forest,
Where the brown extending branches climb high,
Poking and prying into the soft plaint sky
Empowering my vision
Securing my only holy mission.
My voice is lost, but my thoughts sing louder
Filtering through the piney grove
Hiding in nature's underworld
Of envious green hues and sun burnt oranges,
Soft and new, but visions of once knowing.
The wind skips across the placid pond
Tickling its surface, letting the ripples dance
Creating timeless and blessed sisterly bonds.
I yearn to float on the soft rolling waves of freedom
Like a lily pad with no rhyme or reason
Water gently flows over the smooth rocks
I dare to say, the trees above mock,
Gurgling softly and slowly, rolling in the tiny waves
Shadows filtered by the wispy leaves
Play upon this harmony.
While Nature's sweet notes filter through me
And I am lost unto Her.
Love is fleeting, blind and pure
It tickles the skin like a kitten's purr
Stings the everlasting soul
Or maybe leaves its mark in memories untold;
Wishing away the future toils
The tender sighs of lover's goodbyes
Bounce upon Nature's soft call.
Tiny black flies buzz swiftly by,
Echoes hushed by the wispy winds
Birds coo softly, weaving amongst the clouds
Puffs of white, float in the baby blue sky
Painting a heavenly picture for all who pass by
Nature is but Her own artist
I am but a viewer, lost in Her garden;
Seeking to find my lost innocence of youth
Tangled in the knotted garden roots.
The slight rustle of leaves hum, yearning for affection
Crackling and creaking under my impression.
Lights dimly lay upon the supple green grass
Growing quietly, silently, under the care of Her watch,
Like the marching ants scurrying below,
Their silent work weaving into the rhythm of time;
Creating sweet melodies with their walk and strict time.
Time for me has been lost in the shadows
Deep and dark, never following a pattern
But here under the open sky, where thick clouds
Hover heavenly above the great mallows,
Reviving past memories sunken now shallow.
Truth, beauty, patience, and love
All hide in the ivy crawling and thriving,
Up the cracked white fence,
Covering it, painting it, in a deep envious hue
Bursts of color seep on through;
Peeking out from behind the pointy leaves
A lustful pink, a child's orange, and fiery red
Like the bold palette of a young girl's bed.
My memory creaks, stretches and groans
Reaching out for the sweet embrace of Her own;
Dew-drops pure and cool, honey-suckle in full bloom
Lightened by the warming rays from above.
The sights I see are from another time,
Yet here and now, in this serene and blessed mood
Where the faint buzz of fat yellow bees play
Adding another note to a harmonious new day.
A dim neigh of a horse breaches the distance
My seclusion slightly disturbed by a creature of His creation.
Wreaths of dark smoke circle ahead,
Swirling on the horizon, reminding me of death,
Yet fear not sings the tiny stream
Dream once more of playful days
Where time was but a number hung onto a wall
And I was but a young seed, sipping the eternal water
My girlish smile spread always upon my rosy cheeks
And the garden bed was where I curled up to sleep.
I bask in the glory of sun's great power
Let the steamy mist of night's misty wonders
Caress my soft skin, turning it leisurely into tints of blue;
Goosebumps glide infectiously across my golden tan
I dream of far off times, I dream of that young man.
My body seems to levitate across this golden landscape.
Bringing me back to cities and towns
Where thoughts of sweet sensations
Lingered mindlessly among the smoke and smog,
Sticking its mighty chest out like a toad to a frog.
My sanity sways, like gusts of wind through a slim coat
Fighting to stay alive, or rather, stay afloat.
This long absence has erased all but the feeling
Burning deep inside my soul, oppressed with too much reason.
Time will always move faster and never will it stop
Running and chasing, blacking out all thoughts
But in the bustling urban life, it doesn't even walk,
Relax, sit down, or have the time to talk:
The city streets remain bleak and bare
The narrow alleys filled with gloomy thorns
It seems to be eternal winter here and there.
And in the stacked apartment rooms, slithering worms
Infest the nooks or any tiny spaces
Letting out a sensational howl, just like an afternoon storm;
Erasing any hope of a crimson joy,
I lie awake, fading fast
While I watch all of nature's life be destroyed.
What immortal hand or eye
Could replace all that is forgotten
In the distant depths of oceans,
Or in the long symmetrical rows of cotton?
On what wings I dare aspire?
Choking on fear of being caught and remembered
Or even worse, although much better, I may even seize the fire
Which would unlock all knots of hope
Opening all doors for intrusive restlessness to cope,
Release my unrelenting anger, and repressed holy fears
That will at once unravel and fill the ground with tears
Of salty, sticky, residual, lasting peace
My selfless love and desire to leave will altogether increase
My trapped mind will turn from the unprofitable grave
And through the streets I will hear the youth curse
But now all I hear is their tarnished souls that yearn to be saved.
Praying internally for all emotional wars to diminish
I know its time for my journey that I shall finally finish.
It's in the peaceful countryside you can catch a breath,
One of sweet sincerity, reminding of past lives
But at first like a loud echo, appalls
The first time, it's as if you've hit the wall;
Gleams of half-extinguished thoughts
Jump mercilessly as if they're being fought at will
I come upon the purest ones of holiness and thrills.
A lover of the meadows and the woods
I give myself over to its rolling songs and hills.
A correspondent breeze gently moves
With redundant energy and quickening virtue
I let go of my tight grasp of time and present dangers
I may have come upon this field as a blind man's stranger
Yet I break up a long continued frost
That gripped my heart and staggered my soul
Pining for a glimpse of how it used to be
Escaping all ties and blind bonds of harsh society.
Humility and modesty are cloaked in the trees
Sprinkling down their simplicity unto myself and me.
I open my ears onto autumn's hollow sighs
Escaping from the demons of my past
And allow the chilly kisses of gusty winds
Infuse my perfumed garments and lead me into gardens fair
Where I can truly let go and show the natural world
Just how much I care.
Sunny beams glide and charm my path,
I call forth all creatures and sing their lullaby
Temper their anger and naturalistic wrath
Serene notes of magical appeal and wondrous scenes
Lift my spirits high and lure my thoughts from cold and dusty depths
Elevate my position from lowly mortal to heavenly queen.
An evening star flashes above in the great expanse
Smiles on my love and urges the rolling dusk to fall upon the horizon
As I catch my breath and reality creeps back upon me
Like a giant cobra lurking in the shadows, a serpent of bad intentions
I stagger and stumble, trip on the stony, dusty path
Yet nature reigns above all and I am but a mortal
Bowing to Her call.
I lower my head and darkness descends, blanketing the earth
As well as my troubles,
I head down the path feeling slow and secure
Slipping reluctantly back through the waiting door
Dragging my heavy heart across the overgrown floor.
Some more sharing from This One Woman on Her Journey Through This Life
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
I am still amazed that pieces of plants from my other homes have survived and done so well on this city lot. When I dug them up I could not remember exactly what many of them were. I did remember the plants but not colors. They were hastily dug and literally stuck in the ground on this lot to see what they would do. Everything lived and now I am doing a little rearranging in the garden. Moved some plants to the courtyard in front.
I have ordered two new roses. The Knockout roses are perfect for this small garden. I have red and pink. Read somewhere there was a new yellow one just out. I ordered that from Stark Brothers plus a rose that was recommended. It was called Fairy Rose. Also have asparagus arriving soon and the garlic I planted last week looks like some is trying to emerge. This is all I can put in this small city garden. Oh my small patch of strawberries looks great. Also tomatoes still baring and I picked 10 this morning.
I am having thoughts of exspanding my garden on one side of the house. There is 20 to 25 feet wide strip the length of my property that is considered city property but I maintain. There are two medium size Magnolia trees that I saved during building . I added 3 dogwoods, pine tree and a holly bush.
I have just come in the house for lunch and have decided I have all I can take care of. I will not begin putting plants on that side of the house. Oh it would be beautiful but One Woman with home, garden, spending time with granddaughters and her new love of journal entries has no more time.
I am trying very hard to keep my appointment in 2 1/2 weeks off of my mind.
I have a spot on my lungs that was discovered last March. I was suppose to go back in 6 months which was September and have postponed long enough. I feel no different and have no signs of any breathing problem and have never smoked so this is positive. But I dread the cat scan and meeting with the doctor afterwards.
So I pray that the good Lord will allow me many more healthy years that are filled with wisdom and time for my children and grandchildren.
Enough rambling for this day. Need to eat lunch. Leftover chili from last night. I am going to sit outside and eat.
Some thoughts from this One Woman on her Journey Through Life.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I described it pretty accurately. The first picture is Nanie and Mattie the cook.
I also made a mistake on my great grandmother's last marriage. I will put the correction with my papers and will not try to correct it on my journal. Have enough trouble writing them and I might mess up what I have already entered.
Also made a mistake in the spelling of Nanie's name and I was able to correct this. I have always written Nannie.
This One Woman's Journey in regards to years ago is going to be interesting. To quote Ronnie "No two people see things alike. And, all too often, the things we relate can take on a life of their own as they pass from person to person".
Ronnie, thank you.
Crickets, it seems are prone to find their way into homes with the onset of winter. They are likely to show up in heated areas, such as around fireplaces and stoves.
Crickets are one of the songsters of the insect world. This singing habit means that they do not go unnoticed.
After reading this article, I have decided it is probably too early for them to appear in my city home.
I always associated crickets with the beginning of fall. I can remember waking up at night when I lived in my farm home and hearing a cricket in the house. I would get up and take a flashlightf to find it. Once it was spotted I would pick it up with a tissue and quickly put it outside.
Not long ago I shared with my son that I have not heard any crickets yet. He said, they may not be in your home but you hear them outside in the evening. So tonight I will open the door and see if that is one of the night sounds I hear in the city.
Also this home is not like my over 100 year old farm home. It probably had a lot of places a cricket could sneak inside. I will see if one gets in this new cottage?
Some thoughts this early morning from One Woman on her Journey Through this Life
Monday, October 13, 2008
Even though mother had an older sister we called Aunt Bea. Summers were spent with her grandmother where mother was forbidden to go out in the sun without a bonnet or parasol. A tan was not welcomed at that time. My mother in her younger pictures was beautiful with a flawless creamy complexion. She was very fair and had blue eyes.
Oh, the pictures of my mother and Aunt Bea, dressed in such beautiful dresses. It looked like such finery to me and still does.
I remember when our family was on a trip to Nashville and stopped by Nanie's home in Louisville, Kentucky, how impressed I was.
A beautiful red brick home with a front porch with white rocking chairs on it
I was the little girl with the young parents and we had everything we needed but nothing extra. Times were difficult for my parents. Another story at another time!
Memories of the fine dining room and I remember the starched tablecloth and the table set like something my young eyes had never seen. Beautiful china, glassware and silver, I was so impressed. I still remember we had fried chicken, bowls of mashed potatoes and vegetables and a special desert.
Oh, she even had help.
A black lady with a starched apron.
Mama used to share that this lady kept a straw in her ear "sometimes" when the earring was not present. I remember when I was small and would hear this I thought it was funny.
Nanie had beautiful rings on every finger and daily wore a cameo pin on her dress.
Mother, also gave me this pin. I wore it several times years ago on a suit lapel. It came with a long gold chain. But I am almost fearful to wear it for fear that I might lose it.
I have so many pictures that I will post at a later date. Pictures with horses and a carriage and such finery. Mother many times said she had "blue blood". Oh my.
Nanie was named, Elizabeth (Bettie) Wilson Ratcliffe - August 25, 1868 - August 6, 1956
She was married 4 times and her last marriage was to George Washington Hartgrove. All of her husbands met an early death. My great grandmother was a nurse and loved to sew. I was told she always had something in her hands to sew, crochet or tatting. My mother shared this same talent. Both of them made beautiful quilts. Sewing is a talent that was not passed on to me.
They had one child and that was my grandmother Roberta Ellington - 1896 - 1987.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Oh my. When I looked at Gail's http://clayandlimestone.blogspot.com/ entries Saturday morning I thought how fascinating.I thought I will see if I can do this. The breeze is blowing, the bee's are everywhere. I tried. Not to good. But it is Saturday evening and I am weary but the bee's are still moving.
I am trying but maybe I should NOT make my blundering so public. But then as times goes on anyone who reads my journal will see growth or me giving up. LOL
Morning is the best of times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work. Unknown
Another day on this One Womans Journey through this Life
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I very seldom am outside in the evening. With family visiting I am up later then usual.
Yesterday evening as I was looking down the street in front of my home I was pleased that it was not to dark to take this image.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Had a thought.
The focus has shifted.
It use to be ME.
In the past I seemingly lived an exciting life, as some of the world looked in.
They were interested in what I was doing, my next project, what I was wearing, where I was going, who I was seeing, possibly a new car or piece of jewelery.
None of that is going on.
Now it is listening to my grown children and their interest and my older grandchildren planning their careers, my little ones just listening and sometimes making a comment.
Why would their focus be on me?
I do not do anything now but write, read, cook, clean home and garden and dig in the dirt!!! Oh and wear my favorite old clothes.
Hey, but I am happy.
So I do not need to feel left out and I do not need to be complaining for they will listen if I have something to share.
I needed to confess. Thanks for listening.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
These are two of my favorite books. Sometimes on a rainy day I will pick them up and look at the pictures.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
But loved seeing this picture of 3 of my favorites. My soninlaw and Caity and Amelia.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Roses and some flowers still blooming. I have begun to clean flower beds but will leave some flowers for the birds to eat on through the winter.
October gave a party