Today is the funeral for my childhood "day care lady." That term doesn't quite fit my relationship to her, in the sense that I was her only "day care kid." So she was really more like a grandma that lived three doors down that took care of me before and after school.
We would play cards and Yahtzee in the afternoons. She would let me watch TV for a while, and then warn me that too much TV would give me "mushy brains." She made me dinner sometimes, and gave me a taste for sauerkraut (she served it hot, with pot roast and buttered bread on the side).
Her husband was a janitor at an elementary school, and sometimes we would go visit him at work. He taught me how to tie my shoes and I used to like to watch him shave (the smell of Old Spice still reminds me of him) and watch him lace up his Red Wing work boots. He passed away several years ago, and since then my day care lady faced depression and declining health.
My family moved to the adjoining town when I was entering 3rd grade, but we got together for pie with my day care lady and her husband for years. My relationship with her faded over time, but she was at my wedding - the last time I saw her - and I sent her cookies (a favorite recipe that we used to make together) when she was living in assisted care in December.
It is interesting to have grown up part-time with an old-fashioned, working class couple from an older generation. I know that so much of who I am today was instilled in me at that young age in that household, and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything.
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Saturday, March 21, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
Sweet Sweet Spring
The snow is finally turning to puddles. I skipped the winter coat this weekend and was warm enough in a sweatshirt. The sunshine radiates into the evening again at last. Yess. Spring. I'm still feeling overworked, underpaid and uncertain of what the future holds, but ultimately I am oh-so-grateful and happy with who I am and what I have. Life is good when the sun is shining. Sometimes it is just that simple.
Spring always reminds me of this poem. I think because I imagine both as wet and muddy.
Spring always reminds me of this poem. I think because I imagine both as wet and muddy.
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams, 1883 - 1963
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Looking Back, Looking Ahead
Upon delving into the depths of my facebook profile, I found a few quotes that I had included in my original profile way back when facebook was new and I was in college. Since that time the profile feature has been reformatted and rearranged, so I was surprised when I ran across the old quotes. It was actually a delight to see them again (though one is on this blog, so it had not been forgotten), and to feel that I still love them so whole-heartedly.
"We all do better when we all do better."
-Paul Wellstone
"In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted."
-Bertrand Russell
"Let a smile be your umbrella."
-Advice from Gordon Cole to Dale Cooper, Twin Peaks
-Paul Wellstone
"In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted."
-Bertrand Russell
"Let a smile be your umbrella."
-Advice from Gordon Cole to Dale Cooper, Twin Peaks
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