Tale of a Halloween Scrooge

In honor of the season, here’s a Halloween memory . . .

I grew up in a primarily working-class neighborhood. We lived in a big city and our street was full of families with school-age children. There were a few “well-to-do” neighbors, but they were the exception rather than the rule. Most people anxiously awaited their next paycheck.

As a child, I was often told that poor people are the most generous. I’m not sure if that’s absolutely true, but I have witnessed many striking examples of generosity from people of little means, and equally striking examples of stinginess from people who could well afford to be altruistic.

To protect the guilty, I shall refer to a wealthy family in the old neighborhood as the “Smiths”, and to their son, as “Johnny”.

The scenario was the same every Halloween. When we rang the doorbell at the Smith home to trick or treat . . . Mrs. Smith would appear with a large bowl that was about half-full of candy corn.

She’d smile as if she were giving us gold coins, while she carefully dropped TWO pieces of candy corn into each child’s bag. Although we were pretty young, we found this astounding, for we knew that many of our less fortunate neighbors took great pleasure in offering us little bundles of beautifully wrapped treats, even though it must have been a sacrifice for them to do so. Years went by, and although we were always hopeful that Mrs. Smith might change her ways – she never did.

When Mrs. Smith’s son, Johnny, became too old to trick or treat, he took on the role of candy corn dispenser. However, Mrs. Smith was always at his elbow, dramatically urging: “Just two per child, Johnny!”

Johnny!!! Just two!!!”

It’s funny how that memory is so vivid after all these years. It shows how impressionable children can be. At a very early age, I learned that there are people with hearts of pure gold, and there are people who could have hearts of gold . . . but choose not to.

Hugs,

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The Old Man Is Snoring

It’s raining;
It’s pouring.
The old man is snoring . . .

Paris Street; Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte, 1877

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It’s been raining for 3 days now. I don’t mind the rain; it’s the dreariness!

You know those days when you need to have the lights on from the time you get up in the morning until you go to bed at night.

I find I can’t bead on such days because even with a bright lamp (an Ott-Light ), the colors are often difficult to match. Just trying to do household cleaning is tougher, too, because the dust is harder to spot.

“And this is a bad thing, Crystal? Isn’t it good to have an excuse not to dust?”

I must admit; you’ve got me there. 😉

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Rainy spells always make me feel sorry for people in places where it rains for weeks at a time – like Ireland and England.

It’s then I realize I have little reason to complain.

Do you find that dreary weather messes up your usual routine?

Hugs,

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For info on the painting shown above, click here.

The Honesty of Children

When you write a blog, some days it’s easy to come up with a topic. Other days it’s really tough!

Since nothing is rolling off my keyboard at the moment . . .

How about a little story?

This falls under the heading of “Life’s Embarrassing Moments”. 😉

I was about twelve years old . . .
Gosh, when you think about it, isn’t that the peak time for embarrassment? Everything is changing physically and emotionally. All of the drama, peer pressure, and general angst of the teenage years is on the horizon – if not already on the doorstep.

So as I was saying, I’m 12 yrs old and one day after school the doorbell rings.

I am upstairs in my bedroom and I hear my 5-yr old brother yell: “I’ll get it!”

From the front door, he calls up to me that two of my friends are waiting.

I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I call back down to him,

“Really? Which friends?”

He yells back (with my friends right beside him),

“I don’t know their names, but it’s the fat one and the one with pimples all over her face.”

Well, if I could have flown away, I surely would have! Instead, I had to go downstairs and face the music.

My friends were amazingly good-natured about it, but I wanted to die.

I learned a lesson that day. . .

If somebody says that your friends are waiting, the correct reply is, “I’ll be right there!” 😉

I’ll bet you shudder to think of an embarrassing moment. Care to share one with us?

Smiles,

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A Little Lurker Love

One thing is for sure . . .

I’m incredibly fortunate to have a terrific group of regular commenters here on the blog, but sometimes a girl wants to know just how many are out there enjoying silently suffering through the stuff she blabs on and on about – day after day. 😉

If you are a reader but not a commenter, may I ask a favor?

Would you please send a quick email to:

crystal at beadhappilyeverafter dot com

You don’t have to write a long message, you can just say: “I read your blog.”

(Please note: Your email address will not be used for advertising purposes nor shared with anyone else, period!)

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And now a little news from the beading front . . .

I seem to be on an earring kick, these days.

Here are the latest.

Hugs,

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Crocodile Tears

Yep, I’m crying . . . well, not really (but I’d like to!).

I have been trying for two days to get a good picture of this bracelet.

It’s similar to one I made a couple of weeks ago, except this one has gorgeous vintage Czech Peacock Beads!

See the largest round ones? They have amazing facets that pick up a rainbow of color. I hesitate to even show this photo because it doesn’t come close to the beauty of the piece in real life. Grrr! 😉

But you don’t want to hear me whine, and actually after telling you how frustrating it was – I feel so MUCH better. Thank you!

Feel free to tell me what’s bugging you.
After all, you listened to me sniffling – so I owe you one! 😀

Hugs,

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