I hung out with my bestie this weekend-you know the one, Sasy.
Her and her man had a lovely time at the nearby Casino.
We totally need to go- we would kick some BFF Casino ass!
The same weekend, her daughter turned 21, so, her gift was the “gramma takes the kids so momma can get her party on’. present.
In between all of that, she picks me up and takes me to my job that is outside the bus range. Now, she lives about 20 minutes away from me, and my job was another 20 minutes in the opposite direction.
After work, Sasy picks me up and we go to the cell phone store so she can do an upgrade. Well, they have this awesome deal, if you add a line you can get a free phone and the second line is dirt cheap.
She immediately asks me if I need a phone, knowing full well my situation. So, here we are, grandkids and me at the phone store.
I can’t accept the phone.
Is it pride?
Is it, obligation?
Or is it because, I don’t know how to accept gifts and I don’t know what true friendship love really means.
Yes, I have friends. Not very many. But the ones I have had, I have had for life.
My childhood friend from grade school, since we were 7 and we lived on the same block.
She taught me how to dance to Barry Manilow.
My other bestie that I’ve known since Junior High. We experienced life together the only way 13 year olds know how.
Yes, and I have had friends here and there, and they come and go.
My 23 year old Elfin Girl, that dyes her hair purple and yet, she is an old soul….and I love her
I still have far away friends that I keep close to my heart. And they are still part of my life.
But, those rare friends, that stick to you…..
And if you are fortunate enough, you know what I am talking about.
Okay, so, Sasy and I are kindred spirits. WE KNOW EACH OTHER. Like it was meant to be.
I was meant to have this great opportunity to know what true friendship love really means.
When we were at the store, she insisted on getting the phone for me, and matching phone covers too, and I am like, ‘but we’ve only been dating for 2 months.” My sarcastic sense of humor…..
I have never been very good at accepting love, or gifts.
Whether it is a sisterhood, a best friend, or that of a true lover.
But, today, I am learning.
I am so grateful for the love that is opening up for me in all shapes and forms.
With Hugs and Hope
I really am fortunate to be where I am right now you know. My mind is NOT filled with the busy-ness of the rat race and the matrix of society.
I am so grateful the experiences that I have- I get to see so many things. I have seen the worst in humanity and I have seen the best.
I live in an area, the town Mayor or some city official decided to call Central Meadowbrook. It’s in the eastern central part of town.
In a low income apartment building, with the faint smells of the overflowing dumpster behind us and the sewer line that seems to keep plugging up. I take a small trash bag with me whenever I take the little ones for their walk and pick up as I go along.
My babes haven’t been to the groomer in a very long time; they are looking a little shaggy, but Olive wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have learned to use natural remedies to keep the fleas at bay, and they actually welcome being sprayed down. It soothes their skin.
I have made best friends in a very short amount of time. We are a village-we take care of each other and share what we got.
The Spur always takes me to a new adventure.
I am seeing so many things and meeting so many people.
I know I will have to go back to work the 8-5 – and when I do, I hope I don’t forget how to really live.
For those that read my stories, Thank you.
With Hugs and Hope
I was feeling off when I got up this morning. I woke up at 5 AM and couldn’t go back to sleep. It was still dark outside, so I did an early morning meditation in hopes to re-ground myself.
When it was light enough out, I took the furry ones for their walk and continued to make coffee and get dressed so I could make my bus by 8:20.
It was threatening rain, so I grabbed my rain jacket, my lunch( I made extra for those that I would be sharing with), my tea and my bag with all of my other goodies that I carry with me.
The bus driver got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and decided to take it out on my knee. As I was looking for a place to sit, she punched the gas pedal and I fell into the metal frame around the seat. Ouch….
At my transfer, I asked the next bus driver if she could tell me when we would be at the number 4 transfer so I could make it to my doctor’s appointment; she gave me a blank stare. I sighed…climbed on the bus and hoped maybe I would see it.
When I realized I had gone too far, I felt that uneasy feeling climb up my insides. Yep, I was going to miss my appointment.
I got off the bus, and asked a gentleman for a smoke and that is when the tears fell from my eyes. I sat there for a minute, regrouped, called to let the medical office know I wouldn’t be there, she was very nice and rescheduled for me. Since this was my last bus pass until I get paid, I would have to wait until next week.
I decided to go ahead and get my lab work taken care of at the clinic I was at and continue on to see my new friend at the Goodwill to see about job offers.
She wanted me to go back that afternoon to talk to another lady about an office position, so I agreed and then decided to go to my favorite water gardens to eat my lunch(literally) and maybe some fresh air would do me some good.
I took some more pictures and found a nice serene spot that was cool and peaceful. I closed my eyes and let the wind wash away my irksome morning.
When I was finished eating, I headed back to the bus station and sitting on the ledge was a lovely young lady playing the violin. The sounds of the bow caressing the treble strings flowed through my soul and I had to sit and listen as the calm washed over me.
I dug through my wallet only to find enough change that equaled maybe 50 cents. I put them in her case with the rest of the change. She stopped playing, stood up, faced me and belted the most beautiful song A Capella. The tears streamed down my face as her expression filled my very being.
When she was finished, she gave me a hug and said “Everything is going to be alright, you are a strong woman”
I smiled and asked for her name. Elizabeth Joy.
I wish I knew the song…….
I went back to the bus depot and as I was waiting, there was a car parked across the street with the words ‘Hope’ on the side of it.
I went back to Goodwill with a smile on my face and a knowing-
Everything IS going to be alright.
And I did share my lunch with the young lady that is going to classes to get her G.E.D.
With Hugs and Hope
To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
I was waiting for my bus Sunday morning to go my little job. I am finally getting more weekends-yay!
There was a gentleman talking with another and in the distance I could hear the beautiful chimes of a nearby Church; just loud enough to drown out the sounds of the cars and voices that were happening around me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment to let the countenance of the nearby Sanctuary wash over me.
When I opened my eyes, my attention drew nearer to the man standing by the bus stop bench preaching to the other sir. I agreed with what he was saying; because, after all, it is what we have conviction for is what defines our Faith.
We climb onto the Spur and venture on our way to our destinations. The bus was getting pretty full, so I shared my seat with a young man in his 30’s dressed in a very nice suit, wearing a handsome tie, with the poignant tie tack so strategically and properly placed.
We travel through the area of divergence, and I notice a fellow fixing himself up on the curbside, just so he can get through another day.
My mind wanders off deep in thought of things I no longer remember, and this dear old man, my guess in his late 80’s dressed in a suit- I would assume he was of Scotch-Irish decent by the fading red hair. He wore his Crucifix, St. Christopher pendant and another that I couldn’t quite recognize with his Rosary Beads firmly gripped in his fingertips. He carefully placed a newspaper down on the seat and chanted the Mantra of the Catholic.
My mind focused on this gentleman, completely out of place and I wondered why he had no family to take him to the dated Cathedral downtown.
As I arrived at my place of employment, I smiled within myself. Even with all the dissemblance happening in the world, we still have a chance of coming together under the Grace of Divine Spirit.
With Hugs and Hope
Out of difficulties grow miracles.
Jean de la Bruyere
I was taking my pups for their outside adventure for the last time for the evening, as I was opening my door, the pooches started barking frantically. I look up and there is a white dove on my balcony and he didn’t seem to mind whatsoever that there were 2 tiny dogs yelling at him.
When we were done with our trip, I didn’t expect him to still be on my stairway. The dove nestled himself on my neighbors cooler unit and stayed there through the night. In the morning, I had noticed my neighbor giving him some water.
I could see the twinkle in my neighbor’s eyes as he knew this was a message from the Divine. He shared with me he had lost his mother and brother as well. Even their ages were the same. I also met my neighbor down the hall. She is a nurse and has lived in this building for 5 years.
My son came to visit, and was also touched by our visitor. He took beautiful pictures of our special friend.
The Dove stayed for 3 days.
In that time, he would let us get close, but not touch. He would look into your eyes all the way to your soul. There are no words to describe the warm comforting wisdom coming from this lovely creature.
The evening of the 3rd day, he was gone.
My neighbor was saddened by the Dove’s departure. He tells me “I guess I missed my sign.” I responded by telling him that maybe it will take a couple of days to present itself. Or maybe, the sign was simply the gift of having a White Dove come visit us.
Born May 12, 1907 in Hartford, Connecticut, she was the daughter of a doctor and a suffragette, both of whom always encouraged her to speak her mind, develop it fully, and exercise her body to its full potential. An athletic tomboy as a child, she was also very close to her brother, Tom, and was devastated at age 14 to find him dead, the apparent result of accidentally hanging himself while practicing a hanging trick their father had taught them. For many years after this, Katharine used his birthdate, November 8, as her own. She then became very shy around girls her age, and was largely schooled at home. She did attend Bryn Mawr College, however, and it was here that she decided to become an actress, appearing in many of their productions.
After graduating, she began getting small roles in plays on Broadway and elsewhere. She always attracted attention in these parts, especially for her role in “Art and Mrs. Bottle” (1931); then, she finally broke into stardom when she took the starring role of the Amazon princess Antiope in “A Warrior’s Husband” (1932). The inevitable film offers followed, and after making a few screen tests, she was cast in A Bill of Divorcement(1932), opposite John Barrymore. The film was a hit, and after agreeing to her salary demands, RKO signed her to a contract. She made five films between 1932 and 1934. For her third, Morning Glory (1933) she won her first Academy Award. Her fourth, Little Women (1933) was the most successful picture of its day.
Women’s Fashion In The 1930s
Clothing styles were less extravagant for the most part during the 1930s. However, you could still tell between the “haves” and “have nots” of this time. Some of the more affluent type of dress was presented by models in issues of the women’s magazine Good Housekeeping.
You can see some of the businesslike influence in these simple outfits if you go back to the April 1930 issue. Models in some of the photos displayed simple-yet feminine outfits of two-piece V-neck cardigan, simple blouse, and button-down wrap skirts.
Other photos presented in this issue of Good Housekeeping showed off long free-flowing dresses with moderately low V-necklines. These dresses are known often as the “1930s Trousseau”.
These particular outfits are what many people would perhaps associate in times past with tea time or luncheon in high society. These particular elegant yet simple lines of clothing or in the ever-growing middle class social circle.
The shapes of these dresses were designed to show off a woman’s most feminine features-tight or snug at the waist and then bowing slightly out. Most of these dresses are either slightly gathered and/or pleated. The pattern for many of the early 1930s dresses that were made is known as the “cross cut bias” style.
Some of them are one-piece while others are accented with a short elegant jacket. Today (the year 2007) many people would consider wearing these styles of dresses to a formal or semi-formal dinner.
All though women did cut back on the number and style of clothes, Ladies Hats were still an integral part of any Ladies wardrobe
Ladies Newport Matinee hat $1.59 The sleeves of most of the 1930s dresses and outfits referenced in this article are of ¾ length or shorter. The Hem line of most of the outfits during this time was cut between the knees and the shin. Colors of fashionable ladie’s wear in the 1930s were of different colors such as red, navy, white, and black.
One of the most famous fashion influences of the 1930s was Coco Chanel. Another one of this time was Madeleine Vionnet, who was a French Designer
Men’s Shirt $2.50 Ohio 1932
Ladies Wool Flannel Robes $3.95 Nebraska 1934
Ladies Winter Coats $16.00 Indiana 1937
Men’s Quality Overcoats $15.00 Indiana 1937
Ladies Oxfords Shoes $2.44 Indiana 1937
Men’s Slacks $3.98 Indiana 1937
Women’s silk hose 49 cents Ohio 1933
Boys overcoat wool 8.69-11.98/each From $ New Jersey
Boys pants and breeches, corderoy From $1.98 New Jersey
Boys school suit, From $7.94 New Jersey
Girls hose (tights), woolen, From $25 cents per pair New Jersey
Men s shirt, Arrow, From $1.45 New Jersey
Men s sport coat, /each From $19.98 New Jersey
Women s dress shoes, From $3.45 New Jersey
Women s suit, 2 pieces, From $6.98 New Jersey
Men’s Sox 10 cents ohio 1933
Ladies Sandals 98 cents Maryland 1939
Boys and Girls Underwear 49 cents Maryland 1935
Men’s 2 Piece Suit Double breasted $19.75 New York 1935
Howard Deluxe Quality silk lined hat $2.85 New York 1935
Sheeplined Moccasins 79 cents Ohio 1935
Fancy Broadcloth Pajamas $1.89 Indiana 1937
Men’s Lined Gloves 98 cents ohio 1935
I worked yesterday. Now that I have my strength back, I am ready to work full time. This one day here, one day there, is certainly for the birds. Even though I live where the buses run now, they don’t quite take you everywhere. You can get there, but it’s through 3 different transit systems. I am not quite ready to figure that out yet.
I Demo in Target Stores in my area, so I get to check out the clearance rack quite frequently. If only I had cash to purchase a piece. But, if I had the money, I love the Krishna Hippie line. (must be the female in me)
Hugs and Hope
Katherine Hepburn is sourced from IMDB.com
Ladies fashion is sourced from peopleshistory.com
I don’t know why I am so fascinated with the Great Depression; I guess it has a little to do with my living situation as of late.
My mother was born in 1934. I remember growing up (we didn’t have much then either), of her telling stories of what it was like living in that time. From using cereal box cutouts for soles of shoes to her mother having to use Rations to buy food for her family of 9.
Depression Glass. When I was in college I remember having to do a public speaking project on artifacts and I chose a cake plate that I still had that belonged to our family. I remember it as a young child. It had a small chip in it and it was green. I don’t have it anymore. One day, I will build my collection up again.
Depression glass is clear or colored translucent glassware that was distributed free, or at low cost, in the United States and Canada around this time. Much depression glass is uranium glass. The Quaker Oats Company, and other food manufacturers and distributors, put a piece of glassware in boxes of food, as an incentive to purchase. Movie theaters and businesses would hand out a piece simply for coming in the door.
S&H Green Stamps were trading stamps popular in the United States from the 1930s until the late 1980s. They were distributed as part of a rewards program operated by the Sperry & Hutchinson company (S&H), founded in 1896 by Thomas Sperry and Shelley Byron Hutchinson.
Quoted from allabouthistory.org; most characteristic of life during the Great Depression was the widening gap between the “haves” and “have-nots.” Unemployment rose from a shocking 5 million in 1930 to an almost unbelievable 13 million by the end of 1932. It would be rural America that would suffer the greatest. Unemployed fathers saw children hired for sub-standard wages. In 1930, 2.25 million boys and girls ages 10–18 worked in factories, canneries, mines, and on farms. Children left school to support their families.
The harsh reality of life during the Great Depression is vividly recalled by Travis (12 yrs) who found his father behind their Massachusetts house, crying and heartbroken. “My dad was the strongest man I knew, but the Depression brought him to his knees.” While starving children in the Appalachians chewed on their hands, nearly drawing blood, nursery school children in Philadelphia played an “eviction game.” Toy furniture would be piled up in one corner of the room, then picked up and moved to another corner. “We ain’t got no money for rent, so we move. Then we get the sheriff on us, so we move again.”
I look out my kitchen window, I see children playing with the mouse trap boxes and collecting grass hoppers with them, eating a hotdog on a piece of white bread with ketchup; using the Diet Pepsi cans as soda bombs for some kind of childhood game.
We’ve come along way, haven’t we……
I did finally get my Food Card, and took my bus trip to the grocery store. I will save that story for another day.
I am also learning how to make wine from grape juice. I will tell you how that goes.
Hugs and Hope
Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.
My furbabies have been over stimulated with the new sounds of their new home. I know they are only doing their job to protect their alpha dog. (Me)
The first few days were a little rough for me and my poochies. They have been barking at everything and everyone, making me nervous and them as well. I would take them potty and try to introduce myself, but the dogs were in protect mode, which made it difficult. I was really starting to think this situation wasn’t going to work. I even had a neighbor tell me to keep my nasty dogs away from her. I was really feeling like I wasn’t going to fit in.
I decided to walk across the street to the family dollar and buy myself a six dollar bottle of Liberty Creek wine. You know the good stuff.
As I was getting my drink on, there was excessive laughter and screaming from the neighbor kids in our courtyard, so I peeked out my kitchen window to see what the raucous was all about. There were about 20-30 kids playing on a Slip-n-Slide and kiddy pool and water balloons. Child hood memories came flooding in. So, I grabbed my glass of wine and sat on the steps and watched with delight.
I asked the kids if they minded if I took pics, they thought that was cool. I sat and watched as they carried on without a care in the world, wearing whatever clothing and it didn’t even matter. They were having a blast!
The mom of 9, saw me and told the kids to say hi to the new neighbor. They all in unison said HI! Really loud! It warmed my heart. I am sure it was with sarcasm, but hey, it’s a start.
Later that evening, the mom with the birthday boy knocked on my door and invited me over for some cake and ice cream. I obliged. As it turned out the mom and I have a lot in common and we talked about racism and that we naturally fear the unknown. One of her daughters pulled out some braids and she was showing me, and I took my hair out of my pony tail and showed her my hair. The mom exclaimed, ‘you have hair like we do!’ We laughed!
I told her about my blog and she showed me some music that she and her mate recorded together. She has this amazing voice, so I shared it on my social media. Maybe one day, she will be heard and she can share her talents with the world.
As I reflected on this special night, how here we are from all different walks of life,and that we aren’t really so much different after all. We have our unique ways of expressing ourselves through music, writing, painting, drawing or whatever.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to meet such wonderful people and their babies.
Now, if I can only get my fur children to relax a little, we will be all okay.
With Hugs and Hope