A New Beginning

5acdbe49770b53843694797175484dd8 artist Roz Young

 

 

Cock a Doodle Doo! Morning was here. Loralei snuggled down deeper into the covers.  She wasn’t ready to get up yet, but she knew that she had no choice. She felt exhausted and the day hadn’t even started. It had taken her so long to fall asleep last night, but finally in the wee hours of the morning sleep overtook her. Now she felt groggy and her eyes were puffy because of the tears that she had cried during the night.

The auction for the farmhouse was to start at 10am. How she was going to miss this house, it held so many precious memories. She really wasn’t sure what was in store for her now.  All she knew is that thankfully she did have a room at the boarding house for as long as she would need it.  She  had a deep faith and believed things would work out, though that didn’t stop her from being nervous about what was to come.

The lady at the boarding house where she would be going until she found a place couldn’t be sweeter, so she was thankful for that. Taking a deep breath, Loralie stepped out of the bed as she gathered up courage and repeated to  herself for the hundredth time that she would make it through this day!

The rooms looked so bare now as she walked through them once more. All her belongings had been packed up and put into storage.  Even though the furniture wasn’t in the rooms she could see them in her head.

In the kitchen she saw the small round, cherry wood table that her husband had carved for them. He was such a wonderful wood carver. She could see him sitting at the table  with the paper  in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. They had enjoyed sitting many mornings and watching the birds at the feeder right outside the window. On the warm mornings the window would be open and they would listen to the songs of the beautiful birds.

In the living room she remembered sitting side by side on the sofa. Sometimes she would be reading while he watched TV, and other times they would enjoy a movie together, snuggled together, or they would play some music on their stereo as they simply relaxed.

The cherry wood coffee table had been in the center of the room. It was one of the first pieces of furniture that Richard had made. It had a heart in the middle of it and Loralei thought it was so beautiful.

Over the years he had surprised her with special gifts. One of her most treasured possessions was the cedar chest he had built for her. The designs were so intricate, she had been so amazed when he had given it to her on her birthday one year. It held in it all the card and letters he had sent her and other special mementos from their life together.

Loralei looked at the clock, she better stop her daydreaming and get a move on. The auctioneer would soon be here. She took one more deep breath as she wiped a tear. It would be okay, for she would always have her treasured memories. No one could take that away from her.

Picking up Muffin she headed up the stairs to finish getting ready. Muffin had been rubbing up against her legs all morning. Loralei was so glad that the boarding house allowed pets, for she could not part with her beloved tiger striped cat.

He could definitely cause mischief but oh how she loved him. He had been a great comfort to her after Richard had died. She had rescued him from the shelter and he had rescued her from her loneliness. They were inseparable.

She used to have 2 clown fish as well, but one day she heard a crash when she was upstairs. She came running down the stairs to find their bowl shattered on the floor and a very smug looking Muffin sitting right beside it. The clown fish had met their sad fate.

Loralei  watched  as the crowd started bidding. It was a very small crowd that had gathered. She shed a few tears, but a peace had come over her. It was time for her to move on. Richard wasn’t in the farmhouse, he was in her heart and she would always carry him in there, no matter where she was.

Everyone was gone, Loralei sat in her car with a smile on her face. She had met the young couple who had bought the house and it warmed her heart to see the happiness in their eyes.  They were just starting out and that made her feel special, that they chose her and Richard’s house to start their new life together.

She drove to the boardinghouse with memories of her and Richard going through her mind. Who knew what lied ahead for her. She was looking forward to playing the piano at the boarding house , running her fingers up and down the scales and then breaking into a rendition of one of her favorite Beethoven’s pieces.

Muffin’s purring interrupted her thoughts. He was getting hungry.

Oh No! A thought just struck her. She believes she saw a glass bowl  with some fish in them sitting on top of the piano there. Muffin would definitely have to stay out of that room, or else those fish would meet the same fate of the poor clown fish!

“Muffin, we need to have a talk, okay!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What Hate Can Do!

This past Friday my heart broke as I heard the news about New Zealand and the awful tragedy that happened in a mosque there. Shots rang out bringing the lives of 49 innocent people to an abrupt end! 49 people in New Zealand sitting in a place of worship were gunned down in cold blood all because of hate. Why? Why do we hate so much?

My heart goes out to the family and friends of the victims. The loss of a loved one can be one of the hardest things anyone goes through in this life. When my brother died, it left a hole in my heart that will never be filled. He died at the young age of 23, due to a massive heart attack. We lost him suddenly, a horrible shock, but there is one thing that has resonated in my mind these past couple days. One thing that stands out to me about my brother’s death. My brother didn’t die because someone hated him and didn’t think he was worthy of living! My brother didn’t die because of the actions of someone else.

Its horrible enough to lose a love one, but I just can’t imagine the pain of losing him due to the hateful actions of someone else. I know many in this world have lost a loved one due to senseless violence and its just so heartrending to think about.

According to the news, the shooter that opened fire in the mosque was from Australia and he had one mission. He wanted to show those who were in the mosque that they weren’t safe anywhere!  He wanted to express his hate, and he did so in a tragic, deadly way!

Why, oh why, do we hate?

I think we can all agree for the “someday” to come that is sung about in the following song by Celtic Women. I hope you enjoy the song. I didn’t want this to be a totally dismal post. I hope this song can bring hope to your heart and help you to keep shining and doing your part to spread love!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Last Letter

I am sitting here with a pen in my hand trying to find the words to convey the turbulent emotions of my heart.  How can I make you see what lies inside my soul? My hand trembles as I try to write, but write I must, no longer can I put it off. I swallow my fear and instead I try to focus on how you looked the last day we were together.

I remember every detail of how you looked, from the vivid sea green color of your eyes to the way your sweet smile showed off your dimples. We had such a wonderful day, you were so carefree. You had not a clue at what was to come.

You were so delightful, that you even caused me to forget for a time what was coming. I wanted to freeze each moment and just stop time. To whisk you off to some secluded island where time would stand, still oh beautiful love of mine!

That day was one I will forever hold dear. The sun shined brighter and the sky was bluer as we walked in the park hand in hand. I tried to memorize the how soft your hands felt, knowing it would be so long until I was able to feel them again, and not knowing for sure if I ever would.

My heart breaks knowing the pain that my sudden departure surely caused you. I could barely stand it knowing that because of me your eyes lost their shine.

Many a night my own eyes cried with the heartache of missing you.

If it wasn’t for the memories that I bottled up in my heart of you I don’t know how I would have ever made it through!

Now my heart is overflowing with anticipation at seeing you again, but also has me a nervous wreck, for will you even want to see me?  Is your love for me still so very strong or have you fallen into the arms of another? Will you understand why I had to leave, will you even give me a chance to explain?

Oh darling, I could explain in this letter but words are failing me. I am pleading with you you will consent to seeing me at least once again. That you will give  me a chance to explain the necessity of my sudden departure.

I leave it up to you my love, you have the final say, and I will respect your wishes.

I will wait with nervous anticipation for your answer and no matter what it is, the sweet memories of our wondrous love will forever live in my heart. Memories that I can pull out whenever my skies are gray.

Forever yours,

Rollo

The Power of Books

I must be in a nostalgic mood this week. I did a post on toys and games from my childhood on Sunday and today my mind has drifted back to books that I loved when I was little. I had many favorites throughout my childhood, but 3 specifically came to my mind today.

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Frog and Toad were best friends and I enjoyed reading their stories over and over again.

If there were mishaps, it usually happened to Toad. Poor Toad! Their stories brought laughter, and you could also clearly see the strong friendship they had.

I still have these books and there was one chapter from this book called “The Letter”.  Toad was sad, for day after day he watched for the mail and day after day passed without him ever getting a letter. Frog got the clever idea to write him a letter. He wrote it and  gave it to the snail going down the road. He asked the snail to deliver it to Toad’s mailbox and the snail said he would.

Frog  then went to Toad’s house to watch out the window for the mail and Toad thought that was very strange of him. Toad told him how it was useless for he never gets any mail.  Four days later the snail finally arrived and Toad got his letter, which made him so very happy.

You can’t help but feel happy for Toad, can you!

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This is a fun story about a witty mouse and how he outwits a weasel, who caught him, with the intention of making Mouse Soup to eat. I of course cheered on the little mouse. I re-read this story a lot  too. I may have known what was coming, but I still can remember how much I would laugh each time at the wit of the mouse.

 

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Little Bear stories warmed my heart, for he was such a sweet little bear. He could be good at getting himself into trouble at times, but you always knew that he was very loved by his family.

It was fun thinking of the warm, happy feelings that these books brought back to me. It made me realize how memorable books really can be and how even simple stories can touch your heart and leave an impact.

I really intended this to be just a story of some  favorite books of mine when I was very little. I couldn’t help  but see some of the similarities though to “The Odessa Chronicles.”

I smile at how one of the earliest books that I loved to read was about friendship, the stories about Frog and Toad. That is a strong theme in “The Odessa Chronicles”. I laugh too at the wit behind “Mouse Soup” for  “The Odessa Chronicles” definitely has its share of wit in it.  Plus the “Little Bear” stories warmed my heart with love. and the characters from me and Colin’s book have totally filled my heart with love.

Not only do these books have similarities to the book Colin and I wrote, but they describe my life as well!

Love, Friendship and Wit are all strong threads that run through my life!

One just never knows how strongly we can be influenced by what we read, listen to, or see. What books do you remember reading when you were very young? Feel free to share below, would love to hear!

 

 

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

I hope your morning is off to a great start or depending where in the world you are, your day may be about done as you are ready to visit dreamland soon. If so, I wish you a restful sleep and happy dreams!

Here is a picture to start the quotes off with a smile!

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Love in the Air

Once upon a time there was young lady on her way down a long dirt lane, for she had received the invitation of a lifetime and she was ready for adventure! She came to a bridge that crossed a brook and was shocked when a troll blocked her way.

“Where do you think you are going young lady?” said the troll who had big bushy eyebrows and huge eyes as round as saucers.

“Well to the other side of course, where else would I be going?” Rosalie boldly replied as she stared down at him with a frown.

“Now if you would kindly move aside , for I really have no time to waste. ”

Just as those words left her lips a large white rabbit came hopping down the road and onto the bridge. “I’m late, I’m late!” was his cry.

The young lady was speechless and the troll didn’t know what to think as he watched the large rabbit cross the bridge.

Seeing her chance Rosalie followed the rabbit as the troll just stood there scratching his head. What was happening?  He now  saw a Cheshire cat riding on the back of a turtle coming his way.

Once they all crossed the bridge and were out of sight the troll was still standing there in disbelief at all that had happened.

I really must stop drinking coffee, its causing me some strange visions, he thought to himself as he went back under the bridge to take a long nap.

After crossing the bridge the white rabbit, cat and turtle went one way and the young lady went another.  No time was there for words, for they were all in a hurry and must not be late.

Rosalie saw the house just up ahead. It was so very tiny she had almost missed it. She knocked on the door and much to her surprise, it was opened by a little dormouse. “May I help you Miss?”

“I am here to see Thumbelina please, is she ready to go? ”

“I will check on her, please come in.”

Rosalie  didn’t want  to be rude, but she wasn’t quite sure how she would fit inside the door, for it was so very small.

“No Thank you, I will wait out here.”  she replied, and the dormouse nodded his head as he shut the door.

While waiting she heard a boy yell. She looked to see what where the boy was and what was wrong, just as Thumbelina was coming out the door.

“Where is that boy who is yelling, what do you think is wrong?”asked Rosalie.

“Oh no worries, that’s just Jack, he  must be practicing jumping over a candlestick again. He needs to learn not to light it. Shall we be on our way?”

Rosalie had to smile as she shook her head, she remembered reading about Jack. “Yes, lets go, for we don’t want to be late!”

They walked a little way down the road when they passed the most strange looking house that Rosalie  had ever seen.  It was shaped like a shoe!

Farther down the road they went and they were enjoying a nice conversation when a piercing scream ran through the air.

They both turned to see a a young girl running to a house.   Thumbelina started to laugh. “All is okay, its only  little Miss. Muffet. ”

Rosalie was so enjoying herself, it had already been quite the adventure, and she hadn’t even reached her destination yet.

On they continued down the road chatting again. This time about their sweet friend Mary, wondering how she made her garden grow.

Over the hill they went and almost got run down by horses! Their hearts were beating madly as six white horses raced past.

When Thumbelina caught her breath she exclaimed, “I guess that is what the town has all been abuzz about. They said she would be riding six, white horses when she comes. ”

Rosalie was still catching her breath when she saw it just ahead.

“There it is!” , she shouted.  ” We made it!”

“It looks amazing!” Rosalie  said in awe.

She still couldn’t believe that she had been fortunate enough to have been invited to the royal wedding. Cinderella had found her Prince! It would be a wedding to remember for sure!

“Thumbelina, isn’t this so…”

Where was Thumbelina? She had just been standing right by her. She looked around at the guests who were gathered at the gate and then Rosalie spied her and had to smile. Thumbelina had found her love, Tom Thumb.

Rosalie smiled, she had a feeling that she knew whose fairy tale wedding would be next.

 

 

 

 

No Batteries Needed!

I was thinking back in time today of the toys and games that would entertain me for hours when I was young. All these games and toys had one thing in common. They didn’t require any batteries!  Thought I would share some of my favorites with you and hopefully bring you a smile as you think of what your favorites used to be. All of the pictures are  from Pinterest.

The first toy is from when I was really little and it held my attention for long periods of time. How many of you can remember the fun of this toy? This is very close to what mine looked like. It was great lining up as many marbles as I could and seeing them race down together, making a clattering noise as they rolled!

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I can still remember the joy of getting a brand new box of crayons! The fun of coloring things whatever color you wanted to make them. Letting your imagination flow!

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This next game was a part of summertime fun. Fun, safe darts to throw in the yard.

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Who remembers playing croquet?  It was a big family game at my home. Many croquet competitions we had. So much fun, even when you got out, you just cheered on the players that remained. Plus sometimes I was glad to get out, meant I could go ahead and get myself a snack. Playing croquet made you hungry! 🙂

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Now this next toy used to drive me crazy, but it was fun too. Did you ever complete the whole Rubik’s cube?

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So what toys, games, or activities do you remember when you were young? Ones that bring back fond memories. Ones where even though they didn’t  have the Energizer bunny batteries, the fun still went on and on and on!  Take a trip down memory lane and feel free to share them in the comments below.

 

Suspense at the Sea (Part 2)

I won’t keep you in suspense any longer! If you missed Part one here is the link to it.  Suspense at the Sea

 

A man with hair as black as charcoal was sitting at the table. He turned around at the sound of Tanya’s voice.

“Welcome! How nice to meet you, I hope you had a nice stroll on the beach.”  the man said with a chilling smile that sent shivers through Tanya.

Her  heart was pounding, she wanted to run, but the man had already got up from the table and had a very tight hold on both of her wrists. A lump was growing in her throat, and dread filled her heart at the next words that the man spoke.

“Sorry we were late, but we had some business to take care of with some guy named Kolby this morning. Do you know him?” he asked with a sinister laugh.

Not giving her time to respond he said, “Well we shall be going”,  and he started to pull her along with him. She started struggling, feeling adrenaline building up inside of her, but then she saw him! He must have been a body builder, for he was huge as he stepped out from around the corner. Tanya’s heart sank realizing there was no hope of escape for her now.

It didn’t take long for them to get down the stairs and out of the house. They walked a little ways when she noticed the black car with tinted windows parked on the road.

Finding her voice, she timidly said, ” Where are you taking me?”

“You will find out soon enough”, the man said as he stroked her cheek. Tanya glanced to the side of her and saw the body builder distracted by feeding 2 seagulls. She knew this was her one chance. When the man’s fingers ran over her lips she opened her mouth and clamped down hard on them with her teeth, giving him a very sharp kick at the same time.

Letting out a yell, he jerked his hand away, bending over in pain. He screamed for his partner, but the bodybuilder was having some problems of his own. It seemed that the 2 seagulls had many friends who had come wanting food as well, and were presently pecking away on his bald head.

Tanya quickly ran to the car and jumped in starting it up with the keys that were left in the ignition. She sped down the road faster than she had ever driven in her life!

Soon Tanya heard sirens and as she looked in the rear view mirror, she saw the lights, the police were coming after her.

She pulled over and was shaking as she waited for the police to come to her door. Tears were threatening to spill over, as her body was still in shock at all that had happened.

“Excuse me Miss. do you know how fast you were going?”  the policeman asked in a kind voice.

“Umm….really fast?” she responded.

The policeman and his partner let out a laugh. “Well that would be one answer.”

“I…I …am sorry… I just…” with those words she broke down, and the whole story came out.

The 2 policeman stared at her and each other in shock!

“Can you help me?” Tanya asked.

“We will do what we can!” they assured her.

Tanya looked a little strangely at them and said, ” You are policeman, right?”

The 2 men looked at each other and dug into their pockets.

“I think we have the policeman ID’s in here somewhere, oh here they are and they handed them to her. ”

She looked down at them and raised her eyebrows, ” One says Bobo the Clown and the the other one says Bilbo the Clown.”

With sheepish faces they dug into their pockets again and handed her 2 more ID’s. “Try these!”

Tanya looked at them and smiled for they were State Police ID’s, but then she looked closer. “The pictures on here don’t look like you two though, actually the  clown pictures on your other ID’s resembled you more. The red noses especially. Who are you guys really?

Just then they heard loud thumping coming from the trunk of the car. They all looked at each other and walked towards the trunk as the thumping persisted.

Tanya was afraid but curious too.  What could possibly be making that noise?  She looked at the 2 men and they didn’t seem like they were feeling brave enough to open the trunk. One had a hold of the other’s arm.  It looked like she was going to have to be the brave one and with a deep breath she popped open the trunk.

“Kolby!” she cried.

He was bound and gagged, but alive!  They hugged as the two men stared with their mouths open wide.

Tanya and Kolby were so happy to see that each other were alive and okay and the men intently listened while Tanya told Kolby her story and Kolby filled them in on his.

After they were done speaking the one man whose ID was Bobo the clown spoke up and said, ” I do believe you should go to the police as soon as possible with all your information.”

Tanya agreed as she smiled and shook their hands. Kolby though looked confused. ” But aren’t you guys police?”

Tanya laughed and told Kolby to just get in the car and she would drive them to the station. With a promise to go the speed limit this time, she winked at the two men as her and Kolby drove away.

Bobo and Bilbo looked at each other. “I am hungry, how about you?”  Bilbo asked.

“Yes!” replied Bobo.

“Remember its your turn to pay!” Bilbo said with a smile.

They got in the car and started for the restaurant when Bobo said there was one thing that made him laugh about Tanya’s story. ” I am sure glad that I wasn’t that guy who was being pecked by the seagulls, it was bad enough to get chased by swans. Remember that day the swans chased us?”

“How could I forget!”  Bilbo said, as he shook his head,  “It was the day we missed the boat!”

“So we have police ID’s, and clown ones and I think even elves, what other ID’s do you think we may be able to get?” asked Bilbo, and they both were lost in thought as they drove  down the road.