When I was a child I played a lot of games on my own and on occasion with a friend. I used to skip rope, play Hopscotch, Jacks, Marbles, and Tic Tac Toe or Hang Man. When we did nothing but play with our imaginations soaring, we would play Cowboys and Indians, Horses, or Cops and Robbers if the little girl with the pink ribbons wasn't among us. We would play from 8 to 8 or later. We wore our t-shirts, overalls, and sandals. We got dirty till lunch, and often we would have garden tomato and cucumber sandwiches at each others houses. We would wash our hands and faces, gobble down sandwiches and lemonade or milk and be outside again within an hour. We would go swimming later in the afternoon at the old pond, have supper and meet outside again after eating. The point of this description is that we ate a peck of dirt a day, we babysat each other and on occasion a younger brother or sister, our mothers coped with grass stains and balancing a career with being a wife and mother, our fathers cheered us on in our games, and there were no strangers in our little hamlet. We would think nothing of sharing our food with someone down on their luck. My father treated all the children in the neighborhood like his own. Of course he was the principle and grade eight teacher at our school. When I think of wanting to go home, it isn't just to our family's redbrick house with the pillared veranda, but to the time before 1961 when figure skating, horseback riding, and dreams of competition were my main concern. The summer I was eight we were all innocents. By the time the summer of 196o came we knew far more than our parents about the 'world out there'. I was 13, going to rock concerts, working at the Jazz Cellar, and living it up in the Yorkville area of Toronto. I adapted the hippie way of life; at least after work and on the weekends, complete with Batik clothing and bare feet. Most of the kids from my town remained naive, if not innocent until they were well into their 20's. A peace and love lifestyle often left one's naiveness intact but innocence was left behind for the most part. When I think of home, I remember with warmth our black and white set entertaining us with Ed Sullivan the first time the Beatles were on television in North America. I see scenes of going to the first Dairy Queen in the area and being in my too pink bedroom with my china horses prancing on the shelf. But most of all I remember my Mom and Dad, supper around the dining table, and the feeling of safety it all gave me. Wee Few Words of Dylan the Dog First dear friends I have to make a couple of statements. I believe that it is important for all you fellow canines to get your humans out walking before November brings the snow. Don't let your human forget your waste bags. The other thing is if you are getting groomed in the winter, please wear a warm doggie jacket out there; if your human still wishes to be walked in the snow. I hope that I shall be getting clipped before Christmas. I am really lucky to have a human that loves me. Ruth makes sure I do not walk into things outside. I am pretty familiar with our home inside so I don't need her assistance. I am getting short of eyesight and so my Mom has to make sure I stay safe. Well that is all for now. Stay safe out there my friends! I used to wonder why people sometimes woke up feeling so down, that their chins were on the floor. I no longer wonder about it these days. I have had my share of the blues or out and out depression in the last 15 years. I suppose it has a lot to do with my husbands cancer and death. But I think it also has to do with relationships that are non-existent, those that I am trying to re-fire, and the knowledge that I have had relationships I had no business being involved in at all. I think it is the nature of the beast to try to make things work no matter how hopeless it seems. It is like "I have started this now and I can't fail in it" Problem is we should not have even entered into it. Without my faith I would be crying 80% of the time instead of just 40% of the time. There are people in this world that are able to make me cry just by looking at me in a certain way or saying a specific phrase. These people are button pushers. Now some don't mean to be and others seem to make it their main goal in life. One fact in my life that I know is true is this. People have a hard time forgiving themselves for their own mistakes and their are others in this world, whether on purpose or not, who wield a sense of guilt in front us to consciously or non-consciously make depression become part of our lives. It would nice if we could deflect it all the time but that is not possible. However it is up to us just how deep into depression we want to allow our guilt to fling us. One little trick I know is to decide that this is old junk. How long can I afford to feel this way? By the time I do this 5 to 10 minute survey I usually say to myself, "Okay I will give it an hour at the most." So I consciously sit there and 'work' at my depression. Well it takes about 10 minutes to a 1/2 hour to realize that being depressed at my age is very counter productive as I don't have a lot of time left. I certainly do not want to waste it. Well I don't know about you but I am not crying anymore today and I feel a lot better now. I also know that I am a worthy person and one that anyone should be glad to know. However, be warned, I am much more discerning when it comes to choosing friends and the God of my understanding helps me to choose more wisely. I like to think this is because he wants my Golden Years to be happy. Wee Few Words of Dylan the Dog I have had a lots of naps lately. I think I just may be a senior like Ruth. I just might be napping away her time as she doesn't sleep so well. Oh well the winter is on its way but not just yet. The leaves are under foot and it has been sunny and warm the last few days and I am really enjoying it. Please canine friends out there enjoy the autumn as much as you can and don't forget to take your human on frequent walks. They do need a great deal of exercise while the weather is nice. That is it from me; Dylan the dog! |
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I am a mother of three, grandmother of three, and a full-time Writer in Ontario, Canada. My mission is just to be the very best writer that I can possibly be! I have written poetry and short stories since childhood and some have been published. I enjoy writing articles, copy and other online projects. Prior to moving to the United States, I was a social worker and sociologist for over 20 years in Canada. I am now back in Canada, completely downsized; residing in a room with kitchen privileges. Thanks to God for long friendships and loving, caring, friends! I did live here near Toronto with my dear little Pom, Dylan. My Blogs and Sites
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He asked me this morning If I had seen his specks, I said well Love, You had them last by heck, Did you leave them on the bureau In the bedroom my Dear? No I didn't my Darling, Nor the study I fear. Well are they in the living room then my Pet? No I don't believe so Sweetheart, Are we going bonkers yet? So I turned around and faced him, and laughed with great glee, They are right on your face Love, Exactly where they should be! Author R.D. Shultz copyright by R. D. Shultz There are moments in life when you wish you could bring someone from Heaven...and spend the day with them just one more time, give them one more hug, kiss them goodbye or hear their voice again. One more chance to say I Love you. In remembrance of our loved ones who are not here..gone but not forgotten!
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