Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

Friendship and Paper Flowers


 Hello Dear Friends! 
I've been thinking of you and hope all is well and 
you are finding some lovely reasons to smile
as we journey through life together.

Friendship is such a wonderful thing in life, isn't it? 
Do you remember your first friend? 

Mine was an 'older' neighbor girl when I was four. 
Mary Ellen. She had sweet dark curls, round,
rosy cheeks and was gentle and kind. 
She was about eleven, I think - the age when some little 
girls are still playing with dolls and pretending to 
be Mothers. 

When we moved shortly after, I mourned her loss
and as you can see, I've never forgotten her. 


It's easy to make friends when you are a child, although 
I was very shy and usually had just one or two
school friends at any given time.

I had better luck with neighborhood friends, 
and remember many wonderful adventures swimming 
in the lake, ice skating in the winter, putting on 'plays', 
building forts in the woods, 
picking huckleberries, and walking to the neighborhood 
store for penny candy with money earned doing chores. 

I had two 'best friends' then - sisters, Denise and Donna. 
We would call for each other outside our windows
when we wanted to play. 
I remember the sing-song way I would call for them
and the happy time we would have deciding 
what we would do that day. 
xx

When we moved, I sadly said goodbye, but 
promptly befriended the sweet girl next door, Kathy. 
She had lovely caramel curls, hazel eyes 
and a sweet smile. 

"To wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome - profitable,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found."
- Shakespeare -


To me, she looked just like Heidi. 
xx

Remember the story of Heidi, the orphaned girl who went to 
live with her reclusive and hostile grandfather in the Swiss Alps? 
Her innocence and charm changed him and all who 
knew her. 
She was just like Heidi. 
xx

We were inseparable, even spending summers picking 
blueberries at the local farm for spending money,
with our colorful transistor radios hung around our necks,
listening to The Beatles, Carol King, John Sebastion
and our favorite pop band, The Monkees. 
She had a crush on Mickey Dolenz, and I loved Davy Jones. 

I can still remember the lyrics to 'The Last Train to Clarksville'
and 'Daydream Believer', that we would loudly sing along to,
completely out of tune :) 
xx 

As I grew older, I was fortunate to be given a beautiful little pony
from my uncle's farm. That introduced me to 
other children who had ponies that I would 'go riding' with. 
One of my new friends, JoAnne, had a pony nearly identical to mine. 
They were both Welsh Mountain ponies - chocolate brown 
with cream-colored dapples all over, and long, cream-colored 
manes and tails. 
We made quite an impression prancing down the trails together. 
Those were wonderful, carefree days. 

But they didn't last. 
My Mother thought I spent too much time riding my pony
and not enough time helping out around the house.
(I was the eldest daughter of five.) 
And one day I woke up to him being loaded into a trailer
to be sent back to my uncle's farm. 
To say I was heartbroken was an understatement. 
I never even got to say goodbye. 


As I grew into a teenager and entered high-school, I met 
my future husband at my first 'boy-girl' party at his home. 
Another boy invited me, but the moment I looked 
into the big blue eyes, and beautiful smile of this 
sweet, polite and friendly new boy, I was smitten.

My life-long friend. 
And the rest is history. 
xx

"If you have one true friend you have more than your share."

- Thomas Fuller -


When we were young. 
xx

"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction
of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, 
being loved in spite of yourself. 
- Victor Hugo -

" Go, dear, but remember, through all weather, 
we are friends - we were in heaven together."
- S. Williams -

" I find as I grow older that I love those most
whom I loved first."
- Thomas Jefferson -
xx

In between there were so many lovely friends from various 
times in my life. Cheerleader friends, work friends, couple friends, 
neighbors, mom friends, PTA friends...the list goes on. 



I've had pen-pals from all over the world. 
My first was my best friend in middle school, Ellen. 
Sadly, she moved to England, and I was left 
to correspond with her only via airmail. 
Eventually she stopped writing, and I made new friends,
but none as nice as she. 

I wrote to a sweet, sad boy who was deployed to Viet Nam 
during the war, through a veteran's association that came to my school. 
After a couple of letters, my Mother 
forbid me to write to him again, as he was an 'older' boy. 
I did explain it to him in my last letter, but I never found out what 
happened to him. 

Currently I have a pen-pal from Australia, and I look forward
to her letters which take upwards of a month to arrive! 
We are thousands of miles apart, but close at heart. 
xx

"Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends
at a distance; they make the latitudes and the longitudes. 
- Henry David Thoreau -


My current book
xx

I've had wonderful animal friends - the sweetest, most loyal friends of all. 
Dogs and cats, ponies and birds, 
even guinea pigs. 
Unconditional love, quirky personalities, sympathetic comfort, 
and willingness to defend you with their lives. 
Who could ask for more in a friend? 

"Little friends may prove great friends."
- Aesop -

" There are three faithful friends - an old wife,
an old dog, and ready money. "
- Benjamin Franklin -
xx



 And then there are the friends that I've lost. 
Sometimes due to moves, or misunderstandings, or simply 
because of diverging paths. 
And the saddest reason 
of all - death. 

One such loss took place at a time when I was already 
dealing with moving to a new school and trying to make 
friends to fit in. 
I was in 6th grade, and very shy, 
but this sweet boy who sat next to me
was very kind. He would pull the chair out for me, 
carry my books, help me with math, and sit with me at lunch. 
His name was Arthur. 
But after Christmas break, he didn't come back to school. 
I looked for him hopefully every day. 
And then my teacher made the announcement. 
Arthur had died from an asthma attack the day 
after Christmas. 

He was kind to me when I had no friends. 
A gentle soul that I'll always remember. 
Until we meet again...
xx
"Death is a bridge that uniteth friend with friend."
- Muhammed -
xx

Now, I am fortunate to consider my children and their 
spouses my best friends. 
And because of them, I've become close to many of their friends
and extended family, too. 

"The friends of my friends are my friends."
- Flemish Proverb -


This is a favorite photo of our four, taken as young adults.
You can see the mischief in their eyes! 

Now we have so many stories to tell our grandchildren,
although some are better left unsaid. Lol!
We can laugh about it now.
We wouldn't change a thing.
It was the privilege of our lives to be their parents.   
xx


I consider my in-laws, their spouses and children
 to be my sweet friends, also. 
My home is decorated with the thoughtful and sweet things 
they have given me over the years. 
We live on opposite sides of the country, 
but we keep in touch through Facebook, cards, letters, 
and phone calls. 
It's difficult to be separated, but it also makes the friendship 
that much more precious. 
Sadly, my own sisters and I are estranged. 
After my parents died, there was 
nothing left to tie us together. 
I was always the 'black sheep' of the family
who never felt like I fit in. 
Of course, it's much more complicated than that, 
but let's just say I had to move on for my own 
peace of mind. 
I will always love them, 
but I've learned to love and value myself, too.


Sometimes books can be considered friends. 
Some are old friends that you love to read again.
xx 

"A book is a friend; a good book is a good friend. 
It will talk to you when you want it to talk, 
and it will keep still when you want it 
to keep still - there are not many friends
who know enough to do that. 
A library is a collection of friends."
- Lyman Abbott -

" Choose thy friends like thy books, few but choice."
- James Howell -

" An elegant sufficiency, content retirement, 
rural quiet, friendship, books."
- James Thomson -



My vintage copy of 'Anne of Green Gables'
is a favorite. Don't you love the inscription?


Anne was a friend to all, and the chapter when she invites 
her dear friend, Diana over for tea is both 
hilarious and sad when Anne decides to serve 
raspberry cordial, not realizing it was alcoholic. 


The results were hilarious, but sad when Diana's 
mother refuses to let her associate with Anne after Diana came home drunk.

Have you ever had something similar happen to you? 
One day, my best friend, Kathy's prim and proper mother, 
found cigarettes and a lighter in the woods behind 
their house, against the 'big rock' we liked to hang out on. 

She blamed it on me despite my being innocent, 
and refused to let Kathy be friends with me again. 
I found out (through the neighborhood kid's grapevine)
that it was actually Kathy's brother who was the guilty party, 
but I knew I would never be believed, and I didn't want to betray
her brother, so I lost my friend.

By then we were teenagers, and we each had started drifting apart, 
and sadly, this just accelerated the end of our friendship.  


As I've grown older, gardening friends are 
something special. 


Both my daughter-in-law, Jen and my 
daughter, Heather are gardeners
and we love to go to garden centers and 
nurseries during our lunch dates. 

The girls

We drag along Erica and Jennie, who patiently indulge 
our plant fantasies. 
xx


And then there are the frenemies - the people that 
you thought were friends but secretly wished you harm. 
I've had my share of these, and it's not a pleasant experience. It 
sets you back and causes you to question yourself, 
and makes you less trusting and open.
It can cause a lot of grief and pain.
Especially if it is someone that you loved
 and thought you could trust. 
  
I believe the lesson is to learn to trust yourself,
and to be your own best friend. 

"To thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day, 
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
- Shakespeare -

" Has thy heart's friend carelessly or cruelly 
stabbed into thy heart? Oh, forgive him! 
Think how, when thou art dead, 
he will punish himself."
- Carlyle -

I hope that those of you who celebrated Mother's Day recently, 
had a lovely day. 
Sometimes these types of holidays bring up bittersweet memories, 
I know.  And I'm sorry if that is the case for you. 
Many of us have lost our mothers. 
Or have had difficult relationships. 
Or wanted to be a mother, but didn't have the chance. 
Or lost a child. 

Our oldest friends, the ones we had to dinner recently, 
lost their son back in 2018. 
He was a husband and father of two young boys, 
and our friend's only son. (They also have a daughter.)
The pain in their eyes is difficult to see. 


They love to travel now that they are retired, 
and every place they go, they spread a little of his ashes
so that he can be there with them, too. 
And they are the best grandparents to his two young boys, 
one of whom just graduated high school. 
 xx

" It is great to have friends when one is young, 
but indeed, it is still more so when you are getting old. 
When we are young, friends are, like everything else, 
a matter of course. In the old days we know
what it means to have them."
- Edvard Grieg -

"Old wood to burn, old books to read, old wine to drink,
and old friends to converse with."
- Alphonso of Castile -


I made some sweet paper flowers as gifts for the moms 
in my life. 


Here's how it's done...


They are made from paper towels! 
Cut strips of towels about 4" wide x 12" long. 
Leaving the bottom intact, cut 'petals'
along the tops of the strips. 
Using 3 compatible colors of washable markers
(usually sold for children),
outline the petals with the 3 colors. 
I used red, orange and yellow. 


Using two layers of 'petals', staggering the layers, 
roll the petals with the colored side on the outside. 


Secure the bottom with a rubber band. 


This is the magic part. 

Place the bottom of the 'flower' in water, 
which will seep up into the petals, 
creating beautiful colors. 

I used plastic water bottles that I saved from 
my recycling bin. 


After a few minutes the water rises up the petals. 

Once the flowers are fully colored, remove them 
from the water, blot the stem ends and temporarily 
place them in a bowl. 

Empty the bottles and place the flowers in the empty bottles 
to dry. This will take a few hours or overnight. 


For stems you will need wooden skewers. 
I used short ones, about 6" long that you can 
find in the kitchen utensil section of the grocery store. 


Twist the skewer into the base of the flower. 
Use glue to secure. 


Start wrapping the stem, starting with a small 
piece to cover the elastic, using glue to secure. 


I left a bit folded over to resemble a leaf. 



Wrap the stems with green crepe paper. 


I lined spray-painted tin cans with natural colored 
cone coffee filters with the bottoms cut off. 

I wrapped the cans with burlap ribbon and twine. 


Aren't they pretty? 
They are easy enough to make with children, too.  
xx

Thank you, Dear Friends for your sweet and enduring friendship. 


Some of you are wonderful, new friends, 
but most of you I consider 'dear old friends', 
as we've shared our lives over many years - sharing joys and heartbreak, family, 
home, gardens, recipes, pets, travels and so much wonderful creativity. 

Kindred spirits, all.
And I am truly grateful.  
xx

"In the hours of distress and misery, the eyes of every mortal 
man turn to friendship; in the hour of gladness and 
conviviality, what is our want? It is friendship. 
When the heart overflows with gratitude, or with
any other sweet and sacred sentiment, what is the word 
to which it would give utterance? 
A friend. 
- Walter Savage Landor -

xxxx

* Dear Friends, I have a sad footnote. Our little dog, Ricky has 
passed away. We lost him at the end of May, and I haven't 
been able to voice my grief until now. 
I had this post all set to publish, when we found out 
that he had advanced liver cancer during a 
 veterinary visit. 
He had been sleeping a lot and 
off his feed, so we brought him in for a checkup.
At first, we thought it was 'old age', (he was 10), 
but when the bloodwork came back, we were 
devastated. Within 10 days he was gone. 

We had two wonderful years with him, and he was 
truly the sweetest dog we ever shared our life with.
Our other dog, Kai, is mourning his loss, too. 
They were truly best friends.
xx

So, I dedicate this post to the sweetest friend of all.
Ricky.  
We miss our happy little guy so much. 
If you have a sweet 'best friend', 
give him an extra treat and some extra love today. 

xx 

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Christmas Serenity

 


Hello, Dear Friends! I hope that you are finding 

simple ways to bring light and joy into your hearts,

and the hearts of all you know and love

as we celebrate this Christmas season. 

Not an easy task during this difficult time, 

but so important to keep hope, faith and charity

alive and spread it around whenever and wherever we can. 


I love angels and this little one has been 
overseeing all of our Christmas celebrations 
since the first year of our marriage. 

She represents faith, enduring love, family, 
resilience and now, at this stage of our lives, wisdom. 


With wisdom comes serenity. 


My favorite Irish Proverb.....

God grant me the Serenity to accept
the things I cannot change,
the Courage to change the things I can,
and the Wisdom to know the difference. 


 Serenity can sometimes be elusive, but worth 
cultivating. One of the ways in which I find
serenity is to make my home as cozy as I can - filled 
with the sentimental things that I love. 


Comfortable pillows and beautiful books are two things that I love. 


I don't think you can have too many of either.
xx

They do go hand in hand, I think. 


I especially love illustrated children's books. 
This one by Tasha Tudor was my own children's 
book, a much-loved gift from my Mother and Father
many years ago. 



The illustrations are magical. 


Illustrated cookbooks are another love of mine. 




Susan Branch is a favorite. 





A first edition Christmas cookbook - 1990. 

I love browsing through them whenever I am planning 
something special. 


My Hoover 'Kitchen Queen' cupboard has 
a few cheery updates for Christmas.



An elf on a shelf. My sister sewed this version, 
and I sewed the toad-stools. They're pin-cushions. 


Some pie-baking supplies and my favorite mixing bowl. 



My collection of cookie-cutters. 


My daughter presented me with the green plaid 
dish filled with delicious cookies 
on my birthday. 
xx


Jars filled with baking sprinkles. 


Happy things. 
Cooking in a cheerful kitchen is one 
of the sweet joys of life. 



The Mr. came home with the silver 'percolator' coffee pot
the other day, just in case we lose our electricity 
during our stormy winters. 
We can make coffee on the woodstove with it. 



The 'gingerbread' houses are actually made with graham crackers!
I made them a few years ago and carefully wrap 
them in parchment and store them in a large tin from year to year. 


My 'scrapbook paper' frame. 
I change out the theme for every holiday. 


It's been very gray and gloomy the last few 
days and my photos are reflecting that lack of light. 

I crocheted the 'flower' dish cloths but can't bring 
myself to use them for clean-up so I use them
as  hot-pads :)

The butcher string and gingham dish-towels are in 
a 3-tier hanging basket that's hard to see in the gloom. 


A small child-themed tree by the glass door. 


Vintage pony lights, candy garlands and tiny apples. 


My collection of vintage Santa's. 
The ceramic one on the right was the last Christmas gift
my Mom gave to me. It opens at the waist to hold a little surprise. 



I made the Victorian 'Father Christmas' years ago from cotton batting. 
His face is a sticker and his 'fur' hood and bag is simply
batting colored with a brown marker! 



I didn't feel like baking this year, so I put together 
a cookie mix in a jar for my children and their families. 
I think they came out rather pretty, 
with green and red M&M candies on top. I put the 
baking instructions on a recipe card attached to the back. 




I also made up some peppermint bark candy. 
This is a favorite of my Hubby. 
I have to hide it until it is all bagged up, 
but I made an extra large bag just for his stocking. 
xx


I also tried my hand at creating a charcuterie board.
Sliced summer sausage, pepperoni, pepper jack cheese, 
crackers, bread, tiny pumpkin pies (from the bakery dept.),
 peach-mango jam and stone ground mustard, olives and nuts. 


It makes a nice indoor picnic! 



And for dessert.....

Slow-Cooker Cherry Pie Crisp

8 servings
Ideal size slow-cooker; 3-4 quarts

Cook on low 3-4 hours

Ingredients

21 oz can Cherry Pie filling
2/3 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup old-fashioned oatmeal
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/3 cup cold butter

Grease slow-cooker. Pour cherry pie filling in and spread to edges. 
In separate bowl, mix brown sugar, flour, oats and vanilla. 
Cut in butter until crumbly. 
Sprinkle over cherries. 

Cook on low for 3 to 4 hours. 
Place paper toweling under lid to help absorb excess moisture. 

Enjoy! 


Now let's sit in front of the fire and warm the body and soul. 




I'll tell you a little story about a special log cabin from my childhood :)

My Father worked for a man named, Mr. Butler. 
He had a log cabin in the White Mountains of Jackson, New Hampshire.
This was many years ago before it became a famous ski resort. 

My Father was his foreman, a Machinist and tool and die maker by trade, 
and Mr. Butler thought so much of him
that he let us use his cabin any time we wanted.
 
The cabin was a four-hour drive away, but once we entered the little 
town of Jackson, our road-weary spirits lifted. 
I remember traveling through the red, covered bridge, stopping at the old general store, 
driving past the family-owned dairy farms tucked into the rolling hills,
 the ghostly birch trees lining the way, and the little stone house at the turn of the road. 

Up and up we would go, along the rushing creek tumbling beside 
the winding road - a hand-built bridge on every farm driveway along that side.

Finally, after our long drive, we would arrive, tired but excited, my sisters and I
eager to claim one of the four, quilt-covered feather beds tucked under the eaves
in the long, narrow loft bedroom. Two tiny, pained windows 
let in light on either side - the rays illuminating the dust
 we stirred by flopping on the beds. 
The scent of pine, wood-smoke, and fresh mountain air filled 
the room when we opened the windows, and we could hear 
the chickadees and jays, the only sounds in the peaceful quiet. 

My Father would light the gas furnace, and prime the old-fashioned water pump
over the old soap-stone sink, which drew its supply 
from the little brook that ran beside the cabin. 
While my Mom unpacked and tended to my little sisters,
my Dad and I would take the big, glass, 5 gallon 'car-boy' water jugs
back down the winding road to the general store where 
we would fill them at the town spring, for drinking and cooking. 
Then we would go into the store and buy the perishables that
 my Mother didn't pack -  milk, eggs, bacon, bread and butter, 
a newspaper for my Dad, and rock candy on a stick for my sisters and me.

The cabin had one, large, main room with a massive stone fireplace, 
 a small kitchen with pine paneled walls and red-checked curtains,  
and a tiny bathroom off to the side.  
A large 'Picture' window looked out over a mountain meadow
 filled with doe-eyed Jersey cows,
and apple trees that bordered the slope of Black mountain. 

A rock wall and barbed-wire fence separated these from the cabin. 
Chipmunks lived in the wall and the cows from the farm next door 
would come to the fence - curious to see if we would climb the trees
and throw them some apples. 

One day, my sister and I did just that, and attracted the whole herd
who surrounded our tree and wouldn't let us climb down. 
My Father had to rescue us and I remember thinking 
how strong and brave he was, pushing the cows away, 
and carrying us in each arm to safety. 

One time we visited in the beautiful, late autumn, and woke up to a surprise 
snow-fall that was so deep that I had to climb out
 the high kitchen window over the sink, and 
shovel the snow so we could open the door. I was just small enough
to fit through the window that my Father couldn't. 
He and I had to hike through the snow to the farm next-door
and ask the farmer to plow us out. He had a snow-plow
attached to his tractor and he plowed the mountain road 
down to the main road, so that we could leave. 
We were so sorry to have to cut 
our trip short, but we were afraid that more snow was on the way. 
My Dad tried to give him some money, but he wouldn't 
take any, so the next time we went to the cabin, my Dad helped 
him repair his barn, and that is how he returned the favor. 
Over the years my Dad and the farmer became good friends.
I have so many wonderful memories of our trips 
to Butler's Cabin. 

Our own home was also a log cabin by a large lake. 
We lived there through-out my early childhood.
 
Log cabins are very special to me.
xx
Happy memories are such a nice way to find serenity 
in these tumultuous times.
Especially memories of loved ones that are no longer 
here with us, but live on in our hearts. 


   
Merry Christmas, Dear Ones. 
I wish you peace, serenity, comfort and joy 
as we celebrate this special day and look 
forward to a better year ahead. 

xoxo








Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...