childish

I don't care how old you are, you're never too old to get down underneath the Christmas tree, shimmy under until your head touches the trunk and gaze at the flickering lights, getting lost in peaceful moments.  With any luck no one will notice where you're hiding and you can dream for hours.

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This huge owl is a new addition this year and he's a hit! He greets everyone who enters. :)  {That's Santa on a butterfly next to him}

to be a child

How I wish we could hold onto the innocence of childhood. There was never a worry, rarely a fear, and the world seemed such a bright and welcoming place! I've noticed as I grow older I am more scared to try new things, explore new things, and be daring. As a child I wouldn't hesitate to jump off that 4' retaining wall, heck I did jump off it many, many times, for no other reason than that it was fun. At 40-something, I would be scared to jump. I would instead look for the way around it, for the reason of being safe. Maybe somedays, I should just jump, because it's fun!

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black eyed susans

Seeing Black Eyed Susans makes my mind flash to a photo taken many years ago, I must have been six or seven years old in the photo. My blond hair is in pigtails (I always liked to pretend they were dog ears) and I'm wearing a yellow bathing suit with flowers on it. I was at the creek with my mom and in the photo I'm really smiling (I look a wee bit ornery too), so I assume I must have been having fun - I usually did with my mom. Boy, was that little girl clueless about where her life would lead! I cannot even be positive that Black Eyed Susans bloomed on the banks of the creek. But in my far away memory, they are blooming there still.

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Penny for your thoughts

Simple things. Just a simple little wheat penny makes me think of my grandma.  It makes me think of a childhood flying kites in the park, eating oatmeal and watching Scooby Doo.  I keep it on my bedside, intending to send it to my grandma (she collects them), but I find that every time I see it, I am that little girl with pigtails.  Happy memories keeping me young.

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Stirring Memories

Do you know what kind of car this is? As we looked around the car show I was pleasantly surprised to find this one. And even more happy that it was black!

When I was a little bitty girl, my mom had a Comet, a black Comet. It’s the car she had when she was driving down Main Street and a man in the car next to us stuck his tongue out at me.

Her interior was white with red carpet and hers was a different year but it was a car very similar to this one. I was a three year old little blonde sitting in the passenger seat when that mean man stuck his tongue out. I promptly told my mom and she advised me to stick mine back.

Two years later they were married and that 'mean' man became my loving father, yeah the father who would tie my knee socks together while they were still on my feet and drive me crazy. The same dad who has always insisted that I stuck my tongue out first. This month they will have been married 36 years.

Dad never liked mom’s car; he always wanted to bury it in the yard. But I’m not sure why, since he met two of his favorite girls in that Comet. Honestly, I do not remember what happened to the car, maybe it IS buried in the yard of my childhood home.