Little Things Mean A Lot

Do you read this comic strip? I have a soft spot in my heart for it – probably because it began to show up in our local paper around the time I got married.

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These days you can find it online. Actually, it has quite an interesting history, too.

But, there’s a reason I’m mentioning it today . . .

As soon as I get out of bed in the morning, I often get side-tracked with chores. By the time I landed in the kitchen today, Sir Beads had already finished breakfast and was dashing out the door.

So, I turned the kettle back on, and grabbed a mug for my tea. When I went to reach for the sugar, here’s what I found . . .

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I immediately broke into a big smile and thought:

Love is . . .

discovering that he filled the sugar bowl for you.

It was a nice way to start the day.

I’ll bet you have a similar story about a spouse, family member, or friend.

Tell us!

Please? 😉

Hugs,

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Sunrise Sunset

Please forgive me if my recent posts have been heavy on the family stuff. I have just one more to finish the week. I’m guessing you’ll let me off the hook because today is my daughter’s birthday! 🙂

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The song, “Sunrise Sunset”, from “Fiddler on the Roof” has the kind of lyrics that tug at the ole heartstrings of a parent. That tune was playing in my head as I looked at photos of her earliest celebrations. I don’t think she’ll mind if I mention she’s “thirty-something” today. 😉

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?

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When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?

3rd birthday

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(Gosh, do those lyrics ever ring true!!!)

5th birthday

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And all grown up

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partyaHappy Birthday Sweetheart!

We love you a million trillion!

Mom & Dad
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‘Tis a Great Day

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For this St. Patrick’s Day, I thought you might like to see a picture of an Irish family – mine, actually! 😉

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My sweet grandmother was born and raised in Ireland. In the photo, “Nana” is the little Minnie Mouse you see to the left of the toddler. The woman in the center of the back row is my great-grandmother, the mother of this brood. One of her children was not yet born.

But back to Nana! She arrived in America in 1922, at the age of 21. She married; raised three children; and was a very cherished grandmother to many more – including me.

While I was growing up, she told the most enthralling tales of her life on a farm on the wildly beautiful Beara Peninsula, which is located on the western coast of Ireland.

Click on the photos to enlarge them.

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Many years after she died, I had the opportunity to go to Ireland and visit the actual home where she grew up. I walked the paths and the streets that she once walked; I lit a candle in the church where she had prayed; and I sat by the harbor she used to look out upon. It was magical and I felt her with me the whole time.

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Back View of the Farm House

Nana was the 7th of 12 children – 6 boys and 6 girls! They slept upstairs, with all of the girls in one bed, and all of the boys in the other. I remember being astonished to hear that when I was a child. After seeing the house, in person, I marveled that 14 people ever lived in it! Nana’s mother made most of their clothes, tended a large garden of vegetables and flowers, and had homemade bread with freshly churned butter waiting for her kids every day after school. They were poor . . . but also “rich”. 🙂

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View from the side of the farmhouse

The photo below is the view down the path and across the road from Nana’s house. She surely walked it many times to go into the little neighboring town. Talk about gorgeous. The mountains have a purple cast. Daphne Du Maurier’s “Hungry Hill” is set in this area.

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There’s something I like to do to remember “Nana” around St. Patrick’s Day. Click the title below to read about it:

Her Irish Eyes Were Smiling

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stpatricks2Here’s a little Irish blessing for you….

May those you love bring love back to you,
and may all the wishes you wish come true!

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Talk About C-U-T-E

Remember in one of last week’s posts when I asked:

“What makes you smile on a grey day?” 🙂

Well Allison replied that her *three* basset hounds make her smile.

As I read that, it sounded so sweet that I asked if she had a photo of them . . .

Oh my goodness! Is this adorable or what???

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The pretty young lady is Allison’s daughter and this was their 2009 family Christmas card. The bassets are Clara (the oldest), and Beau and Bella (who are littermates).

The big fella is Moose, a chocolate lab, who thinks he is a mastiff! Allison says that she saw both of his parents and they were a normal size!

Thank you so much, Allison, for sharing this photo. I have a feeling you are brightening the day for everyone who sees it! 😀

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Raisins and Spice

cupandstayNow don’t laugh, but this morning I was having a yen for gingerbread of all things! 😉

I’ll bet you understand, though. Doesn’t it seem that sometimes, right out of the blue, a favorite food comes to mind and you immediately wish you could have some?

Well . . . there was no gingerbread and no chance of making any. I didn’t have all the necessary ingredients on hand. So, I decided to pull out the recipe and add what I needed to this week’s shopping list.

Here’s the recipe I found, written in my very own childish scrawl at the age of about 8 yrs. old. In those days, I used to be my mother’s “secretary”. Often, we’d be visiting a friend or relative who wanted to share a recipe with us, and my Mum (usually holding onto a baby – or three!) would ask me to do the copying.

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You’ll notice that this was a piece of “scrap” paper. Luckily, I was able to eek out a bit of space to finish the recipe on the printed side! (By the way, I’m sure the final phrase “add raisins” means that they are optional and, if desired, should be added before you bake the gingerbread! LOL

“So what did this little “scribe” look like?” You ask.

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This picture was taken a couple of years before the recipe was written; it’s my first grade photo. I’m wearing my school uniform, which included the blue satin hair bow(!) along with the blue jumper and white blouse.

As you can clearly see, it appears that jewelry was a fixture in my wardrobe even then! 😉

Hugs for all,

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