Adventure With Grandma

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I just had to share this story I received from my friend Tom.

Bobby DeckerI remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my
big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered.
“Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that
day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma
always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole
lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.
I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told
her everything. She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus!” she snorted.
“Ridiculous!
Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it
makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”
“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second
world-famous, cinnamon bun. “Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General
Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As
we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a
bundle in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for
someone who needs it. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and
walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but
never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-
dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the
kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought
out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock’s grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out
for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the
teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t
have a cough, and he didn’t have a coat either. I figured the
ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
nice and warm, and he would like that. “Is this a Christmas present for
someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars
down. “Yes,” I replied shyly. “It’s …. for Bobby.” The nice lady smiled at me. I
didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry
Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible)
and wrote, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” on it — Grandma said that Santa
always insisted on secrecy.. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house,
explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave
me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down
on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the
bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the
front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that
those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they
were: ridiculous.
Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.

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He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Wednesday 23 December 2009 at 3:16 pm

Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year !!

Merry Christmas 

This will put you in the mood for the Christmas Season.
POLISH_CHRISTMAS    When you click that link it will ask you if you would like to open or to save. Just click open.

Cindy

Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Wednesday 16 December 2009 at 7:11 pm

Do you hate your J-O-B?

Do you hate your Job?

Would this be your dream job? Few people would say yes to that question. Many probably think the job that they have now is as bad or worse.
 
NOT ME!! I love what I do. I can’t wait to get up everyday and start working my business. How many people can say that?
 
If your doing something you love you can’t call it work.
 
Is it EASY?   
NO!… in fact I have worked harder at this than I have ever worked at anything in my life. But I can’t think of anything that I would rather be doing.
 
I market online. I am in contact with people from all over the world. I am convinced that if you have a good primary business, a way to promote it and know how to promote what more so you need?
 
HHCTB?  
Read my Free Report  Might just be what your looking for.
I am going to tell you right now. It is a bit long. In fact it is 16 pages long. It is very detailed. It will tell you EXACTLY what F5M is and what you need to do and know to be successful. May I suggest you print it off so you will have it. Perhaps just decide to read 5 pages at a time.
(I think you will want to continue.)
 
Enjoy,
Cindy
Posted under Uncategorized, Wealth Building System by Cindy on Thursday 26 November 2009 at 3:23 pm

Can you help me find a special rhinestone?

Special Rhinestone  I hope someone can help me. I have searched and searched but I have not been able to find what I am looking for.
 
I am looking for a marquise shaped rhinestone, foil back, chaton (pointed back), perhaps about a 4mm (so it is small) in an aquamarine color. I can find many round ones but not the marquise shape in that size.
 
Any help would be very much appreciated.
 
Cindy
Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Sunday 15 November 2009 at 8:49 pm

Keep Smiling

 

SMILE Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized
I’d passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile
then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don’t leave it undetected
Let’s start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
 
Keep the smile going by
sending this on to a friend.
Everyone needs a smile!!!
Robert Short
Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Sunday 15 November 2009 at 3:52 pm

Simply Amazing!!

Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Sunday 15 November 2009 at 3:28 pm

The Marriage of My Aunt Dora and Joe

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On a beautiful unusually warm sunny day in November I traveled to a wedding that I wouldn’t have missed for the world.
 
It was the wedding of my 78 year old Aunt Dora and an 84 year old gentleman named Joe.
 
The service was held at Abbey Park Independent Senior Living in Grand Blanc, Michigan where both Joe and Aunt Dora live. The place itself was beautiful. Rows and rows of chairs were set up in
the main entry to accommodate the guests. As the well wishers started to gather many more chairs had to be added to the rows that were already there, what a turnout for this very special occasion.
 
It was so nice to see such a gathering of family members and friends for a joyous occasion rather than a funeral.
 
My Aunt Dora entered wearing a beautiful off-white dress of lace. This dress had been purchased by a staff member at an antique store. It was used by her daughter for her own wedding. This dress will have a story of it’s own to tell because this caring lender is wanting this dress to be worn by many and is keeping a log of all that wear it.
 
The service itself was unlike any other wedding ceremony I had witnessed. 4 ministers helped officiate the wedding, 5 if you include the singer and his wife. We all helped with the singing of “Let me call you Sweetheart”.
 
When it came time for the exchanging of the rings a friend of the bride and the groom drove up the aisle on his motorized scooter adorned with a white pennant flag with the words “ring bearer”
written in gold.
 
Several times throughout the service we heard members of the elderly audience shout out, “we can’t hear you.” One time after the minister had been telling a story for a few minutes about this couple another shout out came from the back,”we can’t hear you!” Without skipping a beat the minister glanced over his shoulder and simply said…”well I am not starting over,” The audience roared with laughter. The service as I said was one to remember. It was just a wonderful fun event.
 
After the couple were pronounced man and wife they both walked to motorized scooters decorated with cans and streamers as well as signs on each… one saying “Just” and the other saying “Married”. Although they were both perfectly capable of walking to their place at the receiving line  the scooters were certainly a nice
touch.
 
The wedding of my Aunt Dora and Joe was certainly an affair to remember. The event was even feature on the TV News.
 
A great day was indeed had by all.
 
 
Congratulations Aunt Dora and Joe.
Cindy
Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Tuesday 10 November 2009 at 5:50 pm

Do you know a Drama Queen?

I think we all know someone who over reacts.
My husband tells me I do that all the time.
Check out the T-shirt that he got me for my birthday.
Gotta Lov-em.
http://dramafreezonegear.com

 
Cindy
Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Monday 2 November 2009 at 8:21 pm

The Wooden Bowl

Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, A year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and Failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. ‘We must do something about father,’ said the son. ‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making?’ Just as sweetly, the boy responded, ‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ‘ The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, Neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as making a ‘life..’
I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands.You nee d to be able to throw something back sometimes.
I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, Your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you
I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.
*********************
 The Candle Of Love, Hope & Friendship
Friendship CandelThis candle was lit on the 15th of September, 1998
Keep it burning.
Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Tuesday 13 October 2009 at 2:05 pm

I brightened her day!

I am a very shy person around people I do not know. So what I did the other day was so out of character for me. But I am glad I took action and stepped out of my comfort zone.
 
I was grocery shopping, in the aisle in front of me was a lady who’s hair caught my eye. Not sure why but it was such a great style, it was perfect on her. As I went by her I really checked it out… taking notes for “my” next hair cut. As I was going around the corner to the next aisle an over powering urge came over me. I had to take action. I stepped out of my comfort zone.
 
I went back to this perfect stranger and said, “how do you get your hair like that? It looks so nice.”  A smile came over her face and she said, “it is a wig.” She went on to tell me that her chemo treatments that she takes for her breast cancer had left her without one hair follicle on her head. She told me that I had made her day and made her feel beautiful and whole again, I thought for a moment she would cry.
 
By stepping out of my comfort zone and taking action I brightened someone’s day It was contagious, I felt better for taking action too.
 
What action can you take today?
 
Step out of your comfort zone.

I’d like to take this opportunity to remind all of my lady readers that October is “Breast Cancer Awareness Month.” Please take action and schedule your annual mammogram appointment.

 
To my gentleman readers, please show this to all of the special women in your life.

Cindy                  BC1

Posted under Uncategorized by Cindy on Saturday 3 October 2009 at 7:56 pm

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