This has been a great week.
When I woke up Sunday morning I could feel a difference in the air. The house felt almost chilly. I had to put on a sweatshirt to be comfortable.
Most of this summer it has been extremly hot, with many days topping out in the 90's. That is bad enough to deal with on it's own, but, when combined with humidity that has just been off the charts, being outside has been pretty much an option you would NOT want to choose. Going out has been like walking directly into a preheated oven. (Set on BROIL) Even very early mornings have been to hot to enjoy spending time outside.
But not this morning. The heat and more importantly, the sticky, hot air was gone. I opened the back door and a pleasant breeze touched my face. What a wonderful relief!
Wayne made coffee and we spent the early part of our day on the back deck reading the "Cresent News" and just enjoying the sunshine that felt gentle and warm instead of the strong stinging, heat that had kept us housebound for so many weeks.
I know I should not complain, it is a bad habit that needs changing, but, I have long had a love-hate relationship with air-conditioning. I so appriciate having it when the summer weather gets nasty, (refer to above paragraph) and I sincerely thank our great God for it, but, I am almost resentful when the time comes that we do have to close everything up and depend on electricity to keep from melting. On top of that, to make it worse, it always takes us at least a couple of weeks before we come to a reasonable compromise on where the thermostat should be set.
Thankfully, for once this was my absolute, favorite kind of summer day. There was a breeze in the air and for awhile I put my head back against my deck chair and closed my eyes, letting it caress my face. I said a silent thank-you for being blessed with such a morning.
Wayne read the forcast in the paper aloud to me and suggested we take the camper and go over to the state park closest to our home and camp for part of the week. I had previous appointments Thursday, Friday and Saterday so we decided that we would get ready after lunch and take off for Harrison Lake mid-afternoon.
Soon, it was time to go and eat something before heading to 10:30 church services.
I love listening to Pastor Rick when he preaches. Not only does he know the Bible extremly well, but, he can give a sermon without making you feel like you are being preached at. He is not boring or stuffy and has a wonderful sense of humor that everyone enjoys. He just finished a series of teachings he called "Close Encounters of the God Kind."
Now, for the next few weeks he is doing a series on what we need to have to be an effective church. Last week his sermon was on how to have Growth in the church. This Sunday it was on Love. I can't wait to hear what next week will bring. Also, coming the first week of October we will be starting, as a church body, to read the New Testament and study it together. The plan is to have small groups meet weekly or bi-weekly (we already have a number of groups in place). We will have discussions on the reading we did and that Pastor Rick is preaching on each week. That way, we can all come to a better understanding of what God's word is telling us and what He wants us to know. It should be an exciting time for our congregation.
Our son Kelly's family came over and ate lunch with us and after they left we packed up and left for the park which is a little complicated since the camper lives with our kids. We have to pack a cooler and wait till the next morning to use the fridge since it takes awhile to get cold. But though it isn't perfect it works out for us.
The weather stayed beautiful although it did warm up again mid week.
We still enjoy camping although we are not as active as we once were. We used to do a lot of hiking but, it seems like we have gotten lazy and do a lot of just sitting around. Some days we even sit inside and read or take naps if it gets too warm. We had campfires each evening since the temps were reasonable and several of our friends came over one night and we shared a wonderful meal with them.
Wednesday morning came too soon. We packed up and are now back home ready for what tomorrow will bring.
Perhaps to some this does not sound very exciting. But perhaps it will give you pause to think about the special things in your life.
Many times it is the little things that make life worthwhile. A babys smile the color or a sunset or the smell of fried chicken. I'm sure it is different for everyone but all of us need to remember and appriciate each of those moments for what they are. Too many times, sadly we let them slip by withour notice. Then they are gone, never to return.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Dreamwork
I couldn't sleep the other night. I had already been in bed the better part of 2 hours and still felt wide awake. Most of us have had times when the more we try, the harder it is to rest, so I decided to get up. I thought wandering the house for awhile would be better than tossing and turning until 4:00 a.m. in the morning.
It always seems so quiet in my house after midnight. You can even hear the clocks ticking. Something I never notice in the daylight hours.
Very different than daytime, when usually it is anything but quiet here. Living on the main road going through town, there are always cars buzzing up and down in a constant effort to get to, who knows where. Back and forth, then back and forth again. If you sit there frequently you notice many go by only to see them headed the opposite way only a few minutes later. (When we had small foster children or grandbabies we would sit on the glider on the front deck and entertain the little ones just watching the cars pass by. "There goes a red truck, that way! There goes a black car, that way! Opps, we almost missed that red one!") Daily, we have constant activity at the legal services and phycologist offices next door and to add to the noise level, we also live in a dog friendly neighborhood with dogs that frequently enjoy barking at each other. People are in and out of the house, the young man next door has a motorcycle as do his friends, the washer or dryer are often running and the TV is on several hours each day.
So as I was saying "quiet" is not the norm throughout the day.
But, late in the night it is different. Occasionally a car passes or you hear the hum of an oncoming train and the sound of it's warning whistle. Listen closely and you will hear the whistle at every major crossing throughout town. Five in all. It is a familiar, comforting quiet.
I sat down in the small, upholstered, rocker that I bought from a sweet neighbor several years ago. She had fallen and was moveing to an assisted living home. I bought the chair because Mom was coming to stay with us and it reminded of the little rocker she used at home. At the time I didn't care much for the style, but, I thought she would be comfortable sitting in it. I was right. She was so pleased that she would not sit in any other chair for more than short periods of time. She said it felt just like sitting in her own chair at home. So I was very glad I had it. Now that she is gone I have come to love the little chair, because, when I sit down and close my eyes I see her sitting there reading, doing her crossword puzzles or crocheting and I remember the pleasure it gave her. It makes me feel like she is close by.
A little while later I got up, but, I was still not ready to go back to my own bed. So I went into our middle bedroom and laid down on the old iron bed that once belonged to Wayne's grandparents. Lying there I thought back to the years of raising our children, (this was our son Kelly's room) and the foster children that shared our home. It is the smallest of the three bedrooms, but, it is quite amazing how much furniture you could put in there. We once had a double bed, a set of bunk beds, 2 chests of drawers and a very large bookshelf that covered most of one entire wall. Admittedly, there was not a lot of room to spare, but, it worked for our purposes at the time. I've often wondered why people today seem to think they need to have such large houses.
Now, Wayne and I use the front bedroom, (our daughter, April's room). It is next to the bathroom and is bright and sunny when we wake up. We enjoy sleeping there although, I admit, I do miss the big closet in the back room. The bedroom that originally was ours is now the TV room, or, as we joke, it is his (Man's Room). Actually, it really is Wayne's room and I have even tried to decorate it with him in mind.
As I was laying on the old bed I got a little chilly and pulled a quilt over myself.
I was finally getting very sleepy, but, before I dozed off, I realized I had wrapped myself in a quilt that my Grandma Price had made for me when I was just a small girl. It is now quite tattered and I don't usually use it much anymore because of it's condition. The quilt has many small, bright colored pieces of material in it. It is made of shirts my daddy and brothers wore, and pieces of dresses and aprons that Momma and Grandma wore and so many other little bits of our lives. Each with a memory, perhaps a skirt that belonged to one of my sisters or peddle pushers (capris) that were made for me, there are even several small pices that were the same as the little dresses my sister had made for my precious baby doll. They are faded memories, some I can't quite bring into focus. Faded but like the quilt, they are memories that mean so much to me. Memories that take me back and connect me to my past.
In many ways life is like that patchwork quilt. Lots and lots of tiny peices, some more important than others but all of them connected, held togather and connected by the threads of history.
My memories carried me to sleep that night. I was no longer restless but wrapped in the love of my special family and I slept peacefully until morning.
It always seems so quiet in my house after midnight. You can even hear the clocks ticking. Something I never notice in the daylight hours.
Very different than daytime, when usually it is anything but quiet here. Living on the main road going through town, there are always cars buzzing up and down in a constant effort to get to, who knows where. Back and forth, then back and forth again. If you sit there frequently you notice many go by only to see them headed the opposite way only a few minutes later. (When we had small foster children or grandbabies we would sit on the glider on the front deck and entertain the little ones just watching the cars pass by. "There goes a red truck, that way! There goes a black car, that way! Opps, we almost missed that red one!") Daily, we have constant activity at the legal services and phycologist offices next door and to add to the noise level, we also live in a dog friendly neighborhood with dogs that frequently enjoy barking at each other. People are in and out of the house, the young man next door has a motorcycle as do his friends, the washer or dryer are often running and the TV is on several hours each day.
So as I was saying "quiet" is not the norm throughout the day.
But, late in the night it is different. Occasionally a car passes or you hear the hum of an oncoming train and the sound of it's warning whistle. Listen closely and you will hear the whistle at every major crossing throughout town. Five in all. It is a familiar, comforting quiet.
I sat down in the small, upholstered, rocker that I bought from a sweet neighbor several years ago. She had fallen and was moveing to an assisted living home. I bought the chair because Mom was coming to stay with us and it reminded of the little rocker she used at home. At the time I didn't care much for the style, but, I thought she would be comfortable sitting in it. I was right. She was so pleased that she would not sit in any other chair for more than short periods of time. She said it felt just like sitting in her own chair at home. So I was very glad I had it. Now that she is gone I have come to love the little chair, because, when I sit down and close my eyes I see her sitting there reading, doing her crossword puzzles or crocheting and I remember the pleasure it gave her. It makes me feel like she is close by.
A little while later I got up, but, I was still not ready to go back to my own bed. So I went into our middle bedroom and laid down on the old iron bed that once belonged to Wayne's grandparents. Lying there I thought back to the years of raising our children, (this was our son Kelly's room) and the foster children that shared our home. It is the smallest of the three bedrooms, but, it is quite amazing how much furniture you could put in there. We once had a double bed, a set of bunk beds, 2 chests of drawers and a very large bookshelf that covered most of one entire wall. Admittedly, there was not a lot of room to spare, but, it worked for our purposes at the time. I've often wondered why people today seem to think they need to have such large houses.
Now, Wayne and I use the front bedroom, (our daughter, April's room). It is next to the bathroom and is bright and sunny when we wake up. We enjoy sleeping there although, I admit, I do miss the big closet in the back room. The bedroom that originally was ours is now the TV room, or, as we joke, it is his (Man's Room). Actually, it really is Wayne's room and I have even tried to decorate it with him in mind.
As I was laying on the old bed I got a little chilly and pulled a quilt over myself.
I was finally getting very sleepy, but, before I dozed off, I realized I had wrapped myself in a quilt that my Grandma Price had made for me when I was just a small girl. It is now quite tattered and I don't usually use it much anymore because of it's condition. The quilt has many small, bright colored pieces of material in it. It is made of shirts my daddy and brothers wore, and pieces of dresses and aprons that Momma and Grandma wore and so many other little bits of our lives. Each with a memory, perhaps a skirt that belonged to one of my sisters or peddle pushers (capris) that were made for me, there are even several small pices that were the same as the little dresses my sister had made for my precious baby doll. They are faded memories, some I can't quite bring into focus. Faded but like the quilt, they are memories that mean so much to me. Memories that take me back and connect me to my past.
In many ways life is like that patchwork quilt. Lots and lots of tiny peices, some more important than others but all of them connected, held togather and connected by the threads of history.
My memories carried me to sleep that night. I was no longer restless but wrapped in the love of my special family and I slept peacefully until morning.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Almost a Millionaire
The other evening we were relaxing before heading to bed when our phone rang.
Wayne answered and a person on the other end said the words most of us at one time or another "have dreamed of hearing".
He said "Is this Mr. Forester?" "I am calling to confirm that "You" have been chosen as our "Number 1" prize winner!"
"What did you say? I won what? I din't enter any contest and I can't understand you."
After a minute or two he told the man on the phone to "talk to my wife" and he handed me the phone.
"Hello?" The man gave a name and told me that indeed my husband had been chosen to recieve first prizein the Publishers Clearing House Sweepsteaks! He said that not only did he win money but also a new car and other prizes as well.
Well, I think that would wake just about anyone up! $1,500,000! Now that is a lot of cash. And a new car and other prizes?
"You have my attention" I said.
As I listened my head said "this is crazy" "these things only happen to other people". I was sure I had misunderstood, so I repeted that we had not entered any contest recently and had not even purchased a lottery ticket.
"Now, please listen to me, Mrs Forester." he said. "This is legitimate, your husband is the winner of this years contest."
"We have his entry here and we just need to confirm some basic information. It will only take a few minutes." He continued to insist that Wayne was the big winner in the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes! He said only 5 names had been drawn and Waynes was the top prize winner. I stayed on the line and continued to listen.
I was having a hard time understanding his heavy accent as he confirmed our name and address and ask several other questions.
I kept questioning him as to why he was calling at such an odd hour and why he needed information and after several minutes the line was disconnected----
Well as I'm sure you have realized by now. "The prize patrol never arrived!"
We are still waiting--
Perhaps, just perhaps "dollars will someday fall from the sky", but not this week and probably not next.
If and when, this windfall arrives at our door we will be sure to let you know!
But, until then,remember the saying--
"If it sounds TOO GOOD to be TRUE, It probably IS."
PLEASE DON'T BECOME the VICTIM OF A PHONE SCAM!!!
Wayne answered and a person on the other end said the words most of us at one time or another "have dreamed of hearing".
He said "Is this Mr. Forester?" "I am calling to confirm that "You" have been chosen as our "Number 1" prize winner!"
"What did you say? I won what? I din't enter any contest and I can't understand you."
After a minute or two he told the man on the phone to "talk to my wife" and he handed me the phone.
"Hello?" The man gave a name and told me that indeed my husband had been chosen to recieve first prizein the Publishers Clearing House Sweepsteaks! He said that not only did he win money but also a new car and other prizes as well.
Well, I think that would wake just about anyone up! $1,500,000! Now that is a lot of cash. And a new car and other prizes?
"You have my attention" I said.
As I listened my head said "this is crazy" "these things only happen to other people". I was sure I had misunderstood, so I repeted that we had not entered any contest recently and had not even purchased a lottery ticket.
"Now, please listen to me, Mrs Forester." he said. "This is legitimate, your husband is the winner of this years contest."
"We have his entry here and we just need to confirm some basic information. It will only take a few minutes." He continued to insist that Wayne was the big winner in the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes! He said only 5 names had been drawn and Waynes was the top prize winner. I stayed on the line and continued to listen.
I was having a hard time understanding his heavy accent as he confirmed our name and address and ask several other questions.
I kept questioning him as to why he was calling at such an odd hour and why he needed information and after several minutes the line was disconnected----
Well as I'm sure you have realized by now. "The prize patrol never arrived!"
We are still waiting--
Perhaps, just perhaps "dollars will someday fall from the sky", but not this week and probably not next.
If and when, this windfall arrives at our door we will be sure to let you know!
But, until then,remember the saying--
"If it sounds TOO GOOD to be TRUE, It probably IS."
PLEASE DON'T BECOME the VICTIM OF A PHONE SCAM!!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Time flies
It is hard to believe that time goes so quickly and that the older one gets the faster it flies.
Today our oldest child, Kelly, turned 42! He is now a man with a family of his own. I'm sure he is already beginning to understand that the years wait for no-one.
It seems like only a moment ago that he was little guy, chasing the beagle puppy his Uncle Bob and Aunt Dana brought him on his first birthday. Squealing for the sheer joy of living.
Then a moment later, pulling a big red wagon down the sidewalk in front of our house in Joplin, MO and still another moment later riding the turquoise trike up and down that same sidewalk.
One, two, three years gone already. He is now a big boy and also a big brother.
The year was 1972, we left Missouri in March of that year and moved our little family to Ohio. Daddy had gotten a much better job working for General Motors when Kelly was 3 1/2 and April was 15 months old.
It wasn't long until he was experiencing more new things. He learned to ride his bike with the training wheels off the ground shortly after his 5th birthday and started kindergarten with not one but 2 very black eyes, the result of a hard fall the day before his first official day of school.
The following summer a police officer came knocking on our door right in the middle of his 6th birthday party! The criminal??? Kelly, along with another little friend a few houses down from us had decided to uproot another neighbors garden (just to see what was growing!)
In second grade he missed his bus home and had the school and his parents in quite a panic for over an hour while he casually was window shopping on his way home.
He once collected wet girlie pictures from a puddle and hung them up to dry over the branches of a tree until Mom came to check up on him and told him he couldn't keep them, even if they were for a friend!
Time continued and our teen found himself facing new challenges and unfamiliar territory. It wasn't always easy for him but, it's a fact that most of us must sometimes deal with tough times.
We became foster parents when Kelly was a teen and now he had to deal with, not only one little sister, but, several other little ones that were in and out of our lives.
Jeannie and Jodi were probably the most special, being here for close to two years. We all loved them like they were our own. Kelly, was 2 year old Jeannie's "special big brother". She followed him around and always wanted him to "babysit" her.
Next came graduation and then several years serving our country in the Marines. It wasn't so very long after his return that Wendy came into his life, then baby numbe 1, Jessica and after that, our little tornado, Storm.
Now Jessi is about ready to get a drivers lisence and Storm just turned into a real teenager earlier this month.
As I said before, time goes quickly, it dosn't crawl, it dosn't walk, it flies!!!
Happy Birthday Son, May you have many more happy, healthy years!
Today our oldest child, Kelly, turned 42! He is now a man with a family of his own. I'm sure he is already beginning to understand that the years wait for no-one.
It seems like only a moment ago that he was little guy, chasing the beagle puppy his Uncle Bob and Aunt Dana brought him on his first birthday. Squealing for the sheer joy of living.
Then a moment later, pulling a big red wagon down the sidewalk in front of our house in Joplin, MO and still another moment later riding the turquoise trike up and down that same sidewalk.
One, two, three years gone already. He is now a big boy and also a big brother.
The year was 1972, we left Missouri in March of that year and moved our little family to Ohio. Daddy had gotten a much better job working for General Motors when Kelly was 3 1/2 and April was 15 months old.
It wasn't long until he was experiencing more new things. He learned to ride his bike with the training wheels off the ground shortly after his 5th birthday and started kindergarten with not one but 2 very black eyes, the result of a hard fall the day before his first official day of school.
The following summer a police officer came knocking on our door right in the middle of his 6th birthday party! The criminal??? Kelly, along with another little friend a few houses down from us had decided to uproot another neighbors garden (just to see what was growing!)
In second grade he missed his bus home and had the school and his parents in quite a panic for over an hour while he casually was window shopping on his way home.
He once collected wet girlie pictures from a puddle and hung them up to dry over the branches of a tree until Mom came to check up on him and told him he couldn't keep them, even if they were for a friend!
Time continued and our teen found himself facing new challenges and unfamiliar territory. It wasn't always easy for him but, it's a fact that most of us must sometimes deal with tough times.
We became foster parents when Kelly was a teen and now he had to deal with, not only one little sister, but, several other little ones that were in and out of our lives.
Jeannie and Jodi were probably the most special, being here for close to two years. We all loved them like they were our own. Kelly, was 2 year old Jeannie's "special big brother". She followed him around and always wanted him to "babysit" her.
Next came graduation and then several years serving our country in the Marines. It wasn't so very long after his return that Wendy came into his life, then baby numbe 1, Jessica and after that, our little tornado, Storm.
Now Jessi is about ready to get a drivers lisence and Storm just turned into a real teenager earlier this month.
As I said before, time goes quickly, it dosn't crawl, it dosn't walk, it flies!!!
Happy Birthday Son, May you have many more happy, healthy years!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thoughts for today---
What to write????--I'm not sure I even have a thought for today! My thought????---humm-m-m----???? OK, I think I'm ready.
I'm glad it is Wednesday and I don't have anything too important to do today. ---There, how's that??? I think that is a thought. At least it's a start.
I am glad the sun is shining and the sky is blue and the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing and --- I guess you get my message. It's better than complaining, isn't it. I do too much of that as it is.
Today---I started this morning at the DENTIST office! I had 5 cavities!!! Not one but FIVE! The dentist office is not usually a place you look forward to going, but, if you can believe this, (maybe you can and maybe you can't ) I absolutely love my dentist. He is one of the funniest guys I know. It is hard to keep my mouth open while he works, because he is so busy making me laugh. Dr. Jeff is not what most of us think of when thinking of "the dentist". While he is really excellent at his job, he is also a comedian, a big game hunter (really, he goes to all sorts of places around the world to hunt), good looking, AND he is a wonderful Christian. So even though I don't exactly enjoy drills and large hands in my mouth, it could be much, much worse!
That pretty much covers what I accomplished today so far.I may try to do one or two little worthwhile things before the day is completely over, but, I havn't quite decided.
Keith, (my sweet amd AWSOME twin brother) called us last week and said he was coming to visit us for a couple of days. His sons job as an airline machanic came with family priviledges, so he has been able to fly free the past year or so and do some neat trips. Great while it lasted, but unfortunately is coming to an end since the young man is leaving the country to work for a regional company in Viet Nam! Long way from home, but should be exciting. Whole new culture over there to learn about.
Anyway had a great time with Keith. We visited about old times, religion (lots of differences here. I told him I would continue to pray for him. He took in his gentle good humor, though he says there isn't any reason to pray for him!), his military history (lot's I didn't know about his time overseas), science, math and antiques (he loves antiques, REAL antiques). He is far ahead of me intellectually, but we have a lot of family history in common and since he was so very introverted as a young person it is fun getting re-acquainted with him. I was grateful he was able to come and had a lot of fun poking around the antique shops we went to. Wayne , bless his little heart! (inside joke) ran us around all day Saturday to shops, even though he isn't particularly into antiquing! (He's a good guy, that man of mine.) Keith said he didn't want to overstay his welcome so he's back in Missouri now, probably glad to be back home where he can do as he wishes and not worry 'bout me.
Guess I've had about enough thoughts for one day "Thank You to our wonderful Father!"
I'm glad it is Wednesday and I don't have anything too important to do today. ---There, how's that??? I think that is a thought. At least it's a start.
I am glad the sun is shining and the sky is blue and the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing and --- I guess you get my message. It's better than complaining, isn't it. I do too much of that as it is.
Today---I started this morning at the DENTIST office! I had 5 cavities!!! Not one but FIVE! The dentist office is not usually a place you look forward to going, but, if you can believe this, (maybe you can and maybe you can't ) I absolutely love my dentist. He is one of the funniest guys I know. It is hard to keep my mouth open while he works, because he is so busy making me laugh. Dr. Jeff is not what most of us think of when thinking of "the dentist". While he is really excellent at his job, he is also a comedian, a big game hunter (really, he goes to all sorts of places around the world to hunt), good looking, AND he is a wonderful Christian. So even though I don't exactly enjoy drills and large hands in my mouth, it could be much, much worse!
That pretty much covers what I accomplished today so far.I may try to do one or two little worthwhile things before the day is completely over, but, I havn't quite decided.
Keith, (my sweet amd AWSOME twin brother) called us last week and said he was coming to visit us for a couple of days. His sons job as an airline machanic came with family priviledges, so he has been able to fly free the past year or so and do some neat trips. Great while it lasted, but unfortunately is coming to an end since the young man is leaving the country to work for a regional company in Viet Nam! Long way from home, but should be exciting. Whole new culture over there to learn about.
Anyway had a great time with Keith. We visited about old times, religion (lots of differences here. I told him I would continue to pray for him. He took in his gentle good humor, though he says there isn't any reason to pray for him!), his military history (lot's I didn't know about his time overseas), science, math and antiques (he loves antiques, REAL antiques). He is far ahead of me intellectually, but we have a lot of family history in common and since he was so very introverted as a young person it is fun getting re-acquainted with him. I was grateful he was able to come and had a lot of fun poking around the antique shops we went to. Wayne , bless his little heart! (inside joke) ran us around all day Saturday to shops, even though he isn't particularly into antiquing! (He's a good guy, that man of mine.) Keith said he didn't want to overstay his welcome so he's back in Missouri now, probably glad to be back home where he can do as he wishes and not worry 'bout me.
Guess I've had about enough thoughts for one day "Thank You to our wonderful Father!"
Saturday, July 10, 2010
This morning I was sitting here being kind of lazy. My sweet husband had made me a cup of coffee and I had my Pepsi on ice (yes, I know it is a strange habit, but I like it) I was just dreaming along and remembering things in my past.
So I thought I might try to see what would happen if I were to actually sat down at the computer and wrote some notes on my thoughts. I know several others that Blog and I enjoy reading what they write, so "Why not?
When I was little I remember lying out on my back in the yard and just thinking of all the things that might happen when I grew up. I don't remember ever having any particular dreams. Not any that lasted very long anyway except I knew I wanted to grow up and have a husband and kids.
Well, there was one that lasted for years and it started when I was about 11 or 12. At that time we had neighbors across the road that had a new colt. We were invited over to right after he was born and got to see him stand up for the very first time. I remember how cute and wobbly he was as he stood up. I was immediately in love. His name was "Storm of a Summer Night" because of the stormy night he was being born. We called him, of course "Stormy", and we spent hours playing with him in the field behind their house. He would chase us around the fence and come if we called him. The next summer when he was bigger we were able to swing down, from a tree with a very convienent branch at just the right hight, onto his back and ride him around the pasture. I don't remember being told we were allowed but we did it anyway and as far as I know no one ever stopped us. We had to ride bareback hollding onto his mane or the halter he sometimes wore. Only one time I remember being afraid with him and that was when our collie, Lassie, ran out at him and barked at his feet while I was riding. Igot to have the ride of my young life. He ran the full circle of his pasture and I recall how close the fence seemed as my leg flung out to the side as we rounded a corner. After a few minutes he reared back and I was no longer on top of him, but flat on my backside! Luckily,I wasn't hurt badly and I didn't tell because I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed over there any more if my parents found out!
He was moved when he was two years old and after that I always thought I would like to have a horse ranch and have beautiful horses to ride and care for.
For years I would tease Wayne, telling him that he had to buy me a farm so I could, at least, have ONE horse, but, he never would co-operate!
So, as you can see, my one big dream is still waiting to be fufilled!
Even though I will likely never own a horse of my own, I still love them and if I get the opportunity I still love (at least the idea) of riding.
So I thought I might try to see what would happen if I were to actually sat down at the computer and wrote some notes on my thoughts. I know several others that Blog and I enjoy reading what they write, so "Why not?
When I was little I remember lying out on my back in the yard and just thinking of all the things that might happen when I grew up. I don't remember ever having any particular dreams. Not any that lasted very long anyway except I knew I wanted to grow up and have a husband and kids.
Well, there was one that lasted for years and it started when I was about 11 or 12. At that time we had neighbors across the road that had a new colt. We were invited over to right after he was born and got to see him stand up for the very first time. I remember how cute and wobbly he was as he stood up. I was immediately in love. His name was "Storm of a Summer Night" because of the stormy night he was being born. We called him, of course "Stormy", and we spent hours playing with him in the field behind their house. He would chase us around the fence and come if we called him. The next summer when he was bigger we were able to swing down, from a tree with a very convienent branch at just the right hight, onto his back and ride him around the pasture. I don't remember being told we were allowed but we did it anyway and as far as I know no one ever stopped us. We had to ride bareback hollding onto his mane or the halter he sometimes wore. Only one time I remember being afraid with him and that was when our collie, Lassie, ran out at him and barked at his feet while I was riding. Igot to have the ride of my young life. He ran the full circle of his pasture and I recall how close the fence seemed as my leg flung out to the side as we rounded a corner. After a few minutes he reared back and I was no longer on top of him, but flat on my backside! Luckily,I wasn't hurt badly and I didn't tell because I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed over there any more if my parents found out!
He was moved when he was two years old and after that I always thought I would like to have a horse ranch and have beautiful horses to ride and care for.
For years I would tease Wayne, telling him that he had to buy me a farm so I could, at least, have ONE horse, but, he never would co-operate!
So, as you can see, my one big dream is still waiting to be fufilled!
Even though I will likely never own a horse of my own, I still love them and if I get the opportunity I still love (at least the idea) of riding.
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