In reflection, I indeed, am greatful. I had two wonderful parents who made home a great place to be. If we weren't the best dressed, we certainly were dressed well. If we didn't have gourmet food on the table every meal, we certainly had wholesome and tasty things when we sat down as a family at our table. If our home didn't have enough bedrooms for us to have one to ourselves, we had good beds with warm coverings. One bathroom with one sink and a pull chain toilet was pretty darn good. Everyone had their turn, and no one hogged the bathroom. Of course we didn't have a shower so I believe that may have helped. Who had showers back then? No one! Well we had them at the High School, so that was a novelty.
It really doesn't matter what you have, so long as you appreciate what you have! We didn't know anyone that had it any better. When we wanted something, we were willing to find a way to work for it ourselves. None of this "I want" business. If we would have thrown a fit in a store because our parent or parents wouldn't buy us something, we would have been soundly spanked and no one would have called a "social worker" or turned our parents in to Child Welfare. Maybe because there wasn't anything like it back then. Good manners and behaved children were a norm back then. Society and parents wouldn't have expected less.
Living conditions back then were simple and I am so thankful they were. Families did things together and enjoyed even the few things they had, rather than constantly believe they would be happier if they had more. Our lives today are full of stuff, and half of it, it seems is stored in the garage or in a storage place. For what purpose? If you can't see it, you can't use it. If you can't see or use it, of what worth is it? Wasted money.
I have written about how we walked everywhere. In reality we rode a lot of busses and street cars, and that was a real adventure for us. We had to walk to get to the bus stop or the car lines that ran down Pacific Blvd. The Street Cars ran very regularly, as did the buses, so we never had much of a wait for one. The Street Cars we could ride all the way to Los Angeles. With five of us, we had plenty of hands to carry the packages when we shopped. The bus we took to the Beach, or over to roller skate. On the Street Cars we could get transfers to other lines that went off the main line. It was pretty interesting. The kids who lived away from school didn't ride a School Bus, they bought Bus Passes and rode on the Bus that passed by their houses. I don't believe I saw a School Bus until after I grew up. I suppose in the country they may have had some, but there were none where we lived. I don't recall a garage in the East, but we always had one after we moved to California. That is not to mean everyone had a car, I don't believe some ever had a car.
I am greatful for so many things, but I believe as I look back over the years I am most greatful for modern medicine. It has good things about it, and bad things, but on the most part I believe
life has been greatly benefited by all the new things medicine has learned, and can do. It is so sad that in bringing such helpful things into being, we have some who use those wonders for all the wrong reasons. Drugs particularly. There are not enough hours in the day to experience all the wonders around us, why waste time trying to get "high" and miss so much? Doesn't make a lot of sence to me. The world has become too easily bored. I am not sure just what that means. I don't have time to be bored. I only wish I had the abilities I had when I was younger so I could take advantage of the many things that fascinate me today. So many places to go, so many things to see and enjoy. When I was younger you couldn't fly, if you wanted to go to far away places you had to ride a train or get on a boat and spend days getting where it was you wanted to go. Today you can be most anywhere in the world in a matter of hours. Guess the Old Testament Prophet knew what he saw centuries ago when he wrote down there wouldn't even be time to take off your shoes. Well there may be time, but who does it on a short hop from one city to another in 4 hours or less?
I wish I could share just a short time of what I had with my grand and great grand children. They might miss their gadgets, but I believe they would discover that the fun you make on your own is pretty darn good. I don't recall a time when we didn't have more friends around the neighborhood we could gather with and play simple, but fun games with. No props, no special equipment. Just a bunch of kids making things up as they went along. Never bored and never ready to go home when "mom called". I feel so lucky I had those chances. When someone came in the yard it was an invitation to have an active interaction with different people. We always had things going on as a family. Things were orderly. We had a well rounded life, and I believe everyone had a great school experience because our teachers were all professionals that thought every class was important enough to make the time interesting and beneficial. I don't recall any activity going on about more money or smaller classes. A teacher was dedicated to teaching and helping every student get the most out of their time. I certainly had some fabulous teachers when I went to school. I'm greatful for each and everyone.
I have so much to be greatful for, and I can hardly find the words to express my appreciation for all that I have had and learned over the years. The wonder of growing up when there wasn't a lot of money and there was a War on that made us suck it up and make due with what little we had. Meatless Fridays, no leather for shoes, no color for packaging, no gas for cars and no lights at night due to a black out. There were no single line phones and no computers. We used typewritters and they didn't self correct either. No way to duplicate what we wrote. We had to use "carbon paper" to make copies. When you got past 4 copies, you had a fuzzy page, but it had to do. No calculators that you just punched a few keys and had a answer. Adding machines with tapes that gave you a list of your charges then you had to push a button to find out how much it added up to. If you subtracted on the list it showed up in red. Marchant came up with a calculator that was pretty neat in it's day. If you wanted to multiply or divide you had to flip the carrage over one space to continue working out your problem. It was great for the day it was ment for, a real dinasaur compared to what is used today. No e-mail. You had to set down and write a letter, put it in an envelope and put a stamp on it and send it. Maybe it would get to the other address in 4 to 7 days. That was good. Back in the Pony Express days it might take a month or more to get to the other address. Yes, we have come a long way, and I am greatful for the changes, but feel in the advancement of time, we have lost a lot of things that were of equal or maybe even greater value.
Sorry you missed it. Only hope you appreciate what you have and learn not to be bored when there is so very much out and around that need to be enjoyed. I am greatful, and hope when you get old, you will find you too are greatful for what you have experienced and enjoyed.
Written this 27th day of February 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
There is never enough time!
When I look back over time, and the things I have done, I realize there is and was never enough time. We hurry up to grow up and then find out that the best of times was when we didn't have to worry about where we lived, who paid for things or why. Everyday was ours to spend in what ever way we chose. Then one day we felt "freedom" at hand. We would graduate from school and be out on our own adventure. However, soon enough we learned that came with a "price". Now we know who has to pay for the rent and buy the clothes and shoes we wear. The car and the insurance so we can keep driving. The shock of budgeting and making do or doing without comes crashing down upon our "bright little heads". Things that were taken for granted are now coming into full focus and the sight is just a bit overwhelming. Oh where, oh where did those "good old days" disappeard to?
I sometimes wonder just how I stumbled through those first days of "adulthood"? How did I find that great job that gave me the money I needed to get ahead? Oh yeah, Mrs. Lord found that for me and encouraged me to apply when I was still in High School. You will remember I had gone to work when I was 13 so had a lot of experience to put down on that application. The
Office Manager was impressed and started me at a salary that was much higher than he would have,had he known I wouldn't graduate for another week. When he found out later, he wasn't upset with me, because I had proved myself worthy, but he had to admit he wouldn't have given me that starting salary if he had of known. Guess he didn't look at my birthdate. That should have clued the old dear in.
You will remember it was at this "job" I met Jay. I have to admit that he chased me until I caught him. (He never had a chance really.) How did that happen? Well, he came to work after getting discharged from the Navy because his Dad and Uncle worked at Owens. It just so happened he was hired into the deptartment that I did payroll for. Accident, I don't think so.
During this time, there was never enough time to spend together, or get around to all the things we wanted to see and do together. A short courtship turned into a long and successful marriage.
We had our share of ups and downs. Jay was the frugal one of the family, and he didn't let me get away with anything. I remember I got a May Company Credit Card and when I went with Dot on those shopping trips to the Basement in LA I found too many "bargains" and got that card charged up to over $400.00. When the bill came in Jay informed me that I would have to pay it, I charged it, and I would have to find a way to pay for it all. He made me stand up and take responsibility for my debt. I found a part time job and paid the bill off. My working was then turned into a positive. How you ask? Well it was about the same time he decided to leave
working inside to driving a cement truck for our living. I worked to see we had Medical Insurance for the family. We became a team.
Jay took over the finances and paid all the bills and managed our retirement fund. Being an independent ment not only working for today, but setting something aside for later. Jay was great a doing that. I believe there has to be one in every couple who has that level head and can do those things. For me there never would have been enough time to do it all. Jay had the will and the way to accomplish what "we" needed.
There was never enough time for vacations. Oh, we had them, but they were short ones packed full with a great time for everyone, but not long enough for me. Then I am not sure there was or ever will be enough time to enjoy my family. The babies grew up into little independant people then into teen agers with their own agenda and finally into young adults with less and less time.
See I told you there wasn't enough time.
The clock seems to tick on, life has it's stages and changes. Age creeps along, and before you know it those little kids who climbed into your lap for a cuddle are too big to fit anymore or have a need for such things. That is the way life is. When your young you never believe you will be old enough soon enough to have what you see everyone older having. Too soon that has come and dashed away before you really had time to get a real fix on how to enjoy it. That old idea, "If only I had". When it finally does get here, we are usually so busy looking forward to something else we miss most of the time in what we thought we wanted. Silly huh?
Happens to all of us. In this hurry up and miss it stages we go through we could very easily miss the one thing that will bring our life into "one great whole". There is where I miss Jay the most I guess. He always seemed to know when to slow down and take advantage of the time at hand. He took the time to do things "right". He kept our home repaired and ready to meet the needs our family would have. He managed the affairs of the house so his family would be cared for if something should happen to him. I believe that came from seeing his Aunt left with 3 children and no Insurance when her husband suddenly passed away. He didn't want his family left in such a condition. Purhaps that is one of the things we all should stop and take a look at. How do others fair in times of trial. What is it we can do to help avoid those problems. I can't say Jay got it from the sound teachings we have in the Church, because his family weren't active, but they certainly had some experiences that left deep impressions on Jay that gave him the understanding needed for his own family.
Being from the "depression era" there were a lot of those lessons that todays young adults have not had to go through. This may make things harder for them when they are left to their own
living. I can't say I envy them. Everyone needs to have solid ground on which to build. I have had to learn how to do since I am alone. It has been a great experience for me. I wasn't sure I could manage as well, but I have been able to make in roads into my future. There are still a great many things I will have to decide by myself. They don't scare me like they once did. Once I set my mind to it, I seem to be able to forge ahead and get things done. If my physical ability was still as keen as my mind, I could do much more. Oh well, one learns along the way they can't do everything. One thing I do know, I take the time now to enjoy. I love driving my car. It is a sign of my independence. I enjoy visiting with my friends. They are thinning out, but I don't want to miss any opportunity I can to talk with them on the phone or visit when it is possible.
Learn how to use time wisely and well. Learn how to enjoy things when they are happening. Don't brush things aside because, you don't think you have time for them. Follow President Kimball's advice "do it" and best "do it now". Opportunity, it is said, only knocks once. I believe most of the time it knocks quietly. You have to be listening or you could miss it.
Learn to enjoy walking in the rain and feeling the sun's warmth on your back. See the beauty around you everyday. Set and stand up tall that way you won't miss what is happening around you. Don't, like so many youth I see today, drop your head like there is nothing worth seeing. We are fortunate in having so much beauty around us everyday, rain or shine. I remember one of the projects we did for Brownie Scouts. Find any spot about one foot square and just stare at it for about 5 minutes. There is so much going on it will amaze you.
There will never be enough time to love those dear to you. There is never enough time to enjoy a friendship. There will never be enough time to spend with the one you love the most. Don't let the business of business cut into your time. We always seem to "make" time for what we really "want to do". Best "make time" for the really important things in life. Good relationships. Be or becoming a great partner in a lasting relationship. Never miss an opportunity to share the ups or downs with those you love. Being there in the tough times is just as rewarding as when things are great and you are having the best time of your life. Too soon those will be gone as well, and you will never have time to recapture those special moments. Trust me, I know!
You have taken this time to be with me, and I thank you for that. I have enjoyed being here with you and know time and space will never take away from what we have together. That is our Love, and the time we have spent together. God Bless You -
Written this 18th day of February 2010
by:Eileen Rosenberg
I sometimes wonder just how I stumbled through those first days of "adulthood"? How did I find that great job that gave me the money I needed to get ahead? Oh yeah, Mrs. Lord found that for me and encouraged me to apply when I was still in High School. You will remember I had gone to work when I was 13 so had a lot of experience to put down on that application. The
Office Manager was impressed and started me at a salary that was much higher than he would have,had he known I wouldn't graduate for another week. When he found out later, he wasn't upset with me, because I had proved myself worthy, but he had to admit he wouldn't have given me that starting salary if he had of known. Guess he didn't look at my birthdate. That should have clued the old dear in.
You will remember it was at this "job" I met Jay. I have to admit that he chased me until I caught him. (He never had a chance really.) How did that happen? Well, he came to work after getting discharged from the Navy because his Dad and Uncle worked at Owens. It just so happened he was hired into the deptartment that I did payroll for. Accident, I don't think so.
During this time, there was never enough time to spend together, or get around to all the things we wanted to see and do together. A short courtship turned into a long and successful marriage.
We had our share of ups and downs. Jay was the frugal one of the family, and he didn't let me get away with anything. I remember I got a May Company Credit Card and when I went with Dot on those shopping trips to the Basement in LA I found too many "bargains" and got that card charged up to over $400.00. When the bill came in Jay informed me that I would have to pay it, I charged it, and I would have to find a way to pay for it all. He made me stand up and take responsibility for my debt. I found a part time job and paid the bill off. My working was then turned into a positive. How you ask? Well it was about the same time he decided to leave
working inside to driving a cement truck for our living. I worked to see we had Medical Insurance for the family. We became a team.
Jay took over the finances and paid all the bills and managed our retirement fund. Being an independent ment not only working for today, but setting something aside for later. Jay was great a doing that. I believe there has to be one in every couple who has that level head and can do those things. For me there never would have been enough time to do it all. Jay had the will and the way to accomplish what "we" needed.
There was never enough time for vacations. Oh, we had them, but they were short ones packed full with a great time for everyone, but not long enough for me. Then I am not sure there was or ever will be enough time to enjoy my family. The babies grew up into little independant people then into teen agers with their own agenda and finally into young adults with less and less time.
See I told you there wasn't enough time.
The clock seems to tick on, life has it's stages and changes. Age creeps along, and before you know it those little kids who climbed into your lap for a cuddle are too big to fit anymore or have a need for such things. That is the way life is. When your young you never believe you will be old enough soon enough to have what you see everyone older having. Too soon that has come and dashed away before you really had time to get a real fix on how to enjoy it. That old idea, "If only I had". When it finally does get here, we are usually so busy looking forward to something else we miss most of the time in what we thought we wanted. Silly huh?
Happens to all of us. In this hurry up and miss it stages we go through we could very easily miss the one thing that will bring our life into "one great whole". There is where I miss Jay the most I guess. He always seemed to know when to slow down and take advantage of the time at hand. He took the time to do things "right". He kept our home repaired and ready to meet the needs our family would have. He managed the affairs of the house so his family would be cared for if something should happen to him. I believe that came from seeing his Aunt left with 3 children and no Insurance when her husband suddenly passed away. He didn't want his family left in such a condition. Purhaps that is one of the things we all should stop and take a look at. How do others fair in times of trial. What is it we can do to help avoid those problems. I can't say Jay got it from the sound teachings we have in the Church, because his family weren't active, but they certainly had some experiences that left deep impressions on Jay that gave him the understanding needed for his own family.
Being from the "depression era" there were a lot of those lessons that todays young adults have not had to go through. This may make things harder for them when they are left to their own
living. I can't say I envy them. Everyone needs to have solid ground on which to build. I have had to learn how to do since I am alone. It has been a great experience for me. I wasn't sure I could manage as well, but I have been able to make in roads into my future. There are still a great many things I will have to decide by myself. They don't scare me like they once did. Once I set my mind to it, I seem to be able to forge ahead and get things done. If my physical ability was still as keen as my mind, I could do much more. Oh well, one learns along the way they can't do everything. One thing I do know, I take the time now to enjoy. I love driving my car. It is a sign of my independence. I enjoy visiting with my friends. They are thinning out, but I don't want to miss any opportunity I can to talk with them on the phone or visit when it is possible.
Learn how to use time wisely and well. Learn how to enjoy things when they are happening. Don't brush things aside because, you don't think you have time for them. Follow President Kimball's advice "do it" and best "do it now". Opportunity, it is said, only knocks once. I believe most of the time it knocks quietly. You have to be listening or you could miss it.
Learn to enjoy walking in the rain and feeling the sun's warmth on your back. See the beauty around you everyday. Set and stand up tall that way you won't miss what is happening around you. Don't, like so many youth I see today, drop your head like there is nothing worth seeing. We are fortunate in having so much beauty around us everyday, rain or shine. I remember one of the projects we did for Brownie Scouts. Find any spot about one foot square and just stare at it for about 5 minutes. There is so much going on it will amaze you.
There will never be enough time to love those dear to you. There is never enough time to enjoy a friendship. There will never be enough time to spend with the one you love the most. Don't let the business of business cut into your time. We always seem to "make" time for what we really "want to do". Best "make time" for the really important things in life. Good relationships. Be or becoming a great partner in a lasting relationship. Never miss an opportunity to share the ups or downs with those you love. Being there in the tough times is just as rewarding as when things are great and you are having the best time of your life. Too soon those will be gone as well, and you will never have time to recapture those special moments. Trust me, I know!
You have taken this time to be with me, and I thank you for that. I have enjoyed being here with you and know time and space will never take away from what we have together. That is our Love, and the time we have spent together. God Bless You -
Written this 18th day of February 2010
by:Eileen Rosenberg
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things
I woke up this morning thinking about things that really touch me, or make me happy. Thought it might make an interesting "ramble". These may not be all such things, but I will jot them down as they come to mind.
The very best one I believe is the smell of a freshly bathed baby. There is nothing in the world quite as wonderful. Witnessing a young mother with her first born - shear delight. Watching a dad watch over a young son as he participates in an early sports career. Experiencing the first moments in a marriage, followed by years of ups and downs that meld the relationship into a lasting love affair. Watching a daughter grow into womanhood. Allowing a son to spread his wings and grow in many directions. Having pride in a husbands growth in his profession, and the courage to take off in an untried direction. Being inspired by someone who has learned so much about a subject and then can impart that knowledge to me. Learning something new. Taking a trip, anywhere. Flying pre 911-2001. Getting aboard a train and "enjoying the ride". Eating dinner with friends. Breakfast my favorite meal to eat out. Swimming. Water skiing - when I was younger. Camping. Cooking over a campfire. Planning for some future event - love having the freedom to learn everything I can to make it enjoyable and memorable. A drink of water.
A piece of chocolate cake. A glass of cold milk. Flannel Sheets on my bed in the winter time. Sheets dried on the clothes lines in the sunshine. A walk in the mountains. A walk on the beach. A telephone call from a friend I haven't heard from in awhile. Doing anything the best that I can. Reading, especially the Scriptures and Church History. Being with family members. Spending time with grand children. Learning more about my great grand children. Taking old age in stride, we all have to you know. Certain movies like Pride and Predjudice, Random Harvest, Casablanca, The Court Jester to name a few. Driving my car - I shall miss it when I can't do it anymore. Walking through any store just for the exercise. Trips to the May Company Basement in Los Angeles with Dot. Having Ron find us and tell us to "get out". (it was time to go home.) Firesides in the Johnson's large living room in Pico Rivera. Senior Aaronic Socials at the Bixby's home. Girls Camp when I was younger and leading the girls was fun. Teaching Early Morning Seminary. Attending Institute. Spending all day at Know Your Religion at LA Community College. Taking Mom on vacations. Preparing and serving a Mission with Jay in Salt Lake City 1991-1992. Preparing and serving a Mission by myself in Salt Lake City 2003-2006. Going on a Temple hopping trip with Missionary Friends 2006. Keeping the USS LSM 330 "family" in contact with each other since 1990. Attending "330 Family" reunions all over the United States from 1987 - 2002. Doing the Sunday Bulletin for the Mission Branch for 3 years. Attending the Temple. Being in the Session when my Grand Daughters were Endowed"
Having Greg as a "second son". Having room in my heart and home for "Rock" and a number of my childrens friends over the years. Decorating the Bank of America in Anaheim for Halloween
and winning the City prize. Working with the Brownies and Junior Scouts in Pico Rivera. Being on the Scout Committee when Paul was a Scout in Pico Rivera. Having a Testimony of the Gospel. Loving Jay. Having some great pets. Walking with my Dad when I was a kid. Just watching while my Dad did anything. Watching Mom cook. Eating Mom's donuts and pies. Riding in Ralph's convertible. Writting to my brothers when they were in the service. Writting to Jay when he was in the service. Writting to Paul when he was in England. Pauls Red Blazer and Red Sox. Christmas when the kids were small. Easter when the kids were small. Vacations when we had the camper and boat. Beach Parties with roasted weiners and marshmellos. Watching GW jump high to catch a pass in the end zone. Watching Nemiha play soccer. Taking Shayla to her diving lessons. Helping Keara get things together for her first apartment. Doing things with Uncle Bill and Aunt Clara. Writting to Aunt Naomi. Spending time with my Grand father Charlie. Living so close to High School in Huntington Park. Life Guarding at the HPHS Plunge. Playing Tennis on the HPHS Courts across the street from our house. My Sister-in-law Willetta. Ronalds red bicycle. My Ice Boot Roller Skates. Going to the Skating Rink with Ralph.
The Clock Drive-In. Malts at Coast Ice Cream Parlor. Dill Pickles. Saturday Matinees at the Movies in HP. Sneak Previews at the Movies. Singing with Mr Burdick directing. Science class with Mr. Smith. Finance Office at HPHS with Homer Williams. Classes with Pheobe Hurst Hill.
Remembering the Knoff Sisters Mary and Alice outstanding teachers. Accounting with Mrs. Lord. Our rabbitts Jasper and Penelope. My Table with 2 chairs brought from the East. Lux Radio Theatre. Bob Hope Radio. The Lone Ranger. Our home on Belgrave in HP. Jay's 1941 Chev. Campfire Girls. Shopping on Pacific Blvd in HP. Chicken Pies. Thrifty's Ice Cream. Chen Yeu Nail Polish. My Dad's wrestling and boxing friends. Forest Lawn in Glendale. Easter Sunrise Services. Pasadena Rose Parade. Chistmas Tree Lane in Pasadena. My Mom and Dad.
This should do it for now. Probably doesn't mean anything to anyone else, but it certainly means a lot to me.
Written this 16th day of February 2010
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
The very best one I believe is the smell of a freshly bathed baby. There is nothing in the world quite as wonderful. Witnessing a young mother with her first born - shear delight. Watching a dad watch over a young son as he participates in an early sports career. Experiencing the first moments in a marriage, followed by years of ups and downs that meld the relationship into a lasting love affair. Watching a daughter grow into womanhood. Allowing a son to spread his wings and grow in many directions. Having pride in a husbands growth in his profession, and the courage to take off in an untried direction. Being inspired by someone who has learned so much about a subject and then can impart that knowledge to me. Learning something new. Taking a trip, anywhere. Flying pre 911-2001. Getting aboard a train and "enjoying the ride". Eating dinner with friends. Breakfast my favorite meal to eat out. Swimming. Water skiing - when I was younger. Camping. Cooking over a campfire. Planning for some future event - love having the freedom to learn everything I can to make it enjoyable and memorable. A drink of water.
A piece of chocolate cake. A glass of cold milk. Flannel Sheets on my bed in the winter time. Sheets dried on the clothes lines in the sunshine. A walk in the mountains. A walk on the beach. A telephone call from a friend I haven't heard from in awhile. Doing anything the best that I can. Reading, especially the Scriptures and Church History. Being with family members. Spending time with grand children. Learning more about my great grand children. Taking old age in stride, we all have to you know. Certain movies like Pride and Predjudice, Random Harvest, Casablanca, The Court Jester to name a few. Driving my car - I shall miss it when I can't do it anymore. Walking through any store just for the exercise. Trips to the May Company Basement in Los Angeles with Dot. Having Ron find us and tell us to "get out". (it was time to go home.) Firesides in the Johnson's large living room in Pico Rivera. Senior Aaronic Socials at the Bixby's home. Girls Camp when I was younger and leading the girls was fun. Teaching Early Morning Seminary. Attending Institute. Spending all day at Know Your Religion at LA Community College. Taking Mom on vacations. Preparing and serving a Mission with Jay in Salt Lake City 1991-1992. Preparing and serving a Mission by myself in Salt Lake City 2003-2006. Going on a Temple hopping trip with Missionary Friends 2006. Keeping the USS LSM 330 "family" in contact with each other since 1990. Attending "330 Family" reunions all over the United States from 1987 - 2002. Doing the Sunday Bulletin for the Mission Branch for 3 years. Attending the Temple. Being in the Session when my Grand Daughters were Endowed"
Having Greg as a "second son". Having room in my heart and home for "Rock" and a number of my childrens friends over the years. Decorating the Bank of America in Anaheim for Halloween
and winning the City prize. Working with the Brownies and Junior Scouts in Pico Rivera. Being on the Scout Committee when Paul was a Scout in Pico Rivera. Having a Testimony of the Gospel. Loving Jay. Having some great pets. Walking with my Dad when I was a kid. Just watching while my Dad did anything. Watching Mom cook. Eating Mom's donuts and pies. Riding in Ralph's convertible. Writting to my brothers when they were in the service. Writting to Jay when he was in the service. Writting to Paul when he was in England. Pauls Red Blazer and Red Sox. Christmas when the kids were small. Easter when the kids were small. Vacations when we had the camper and boat. Beach Parties with roasted weiners and marshmellos. Watching GW jump high to catch a pass in the end zone. Watching Nemiha play soccer. Taking Shayla to her diving lessons. Helping Keara get things together for her first apartment. Doing things with Uncle Bill and Aunt Clara. Writting to Aunt Naomi. Spending time with my Grand father Charlie. Living so close to High School in Huntington Park. Life Guarding at the HPHS Plunge. Playing Tennis on the HPHS Courts across the street from our house. My Sister-in-law Willetta. Ronalds red bicycle. My Ice Boot Roller Skates. Going to the Skating Rink with Ralph.
The Clock Drive-In. Malts at Coast Ice Cream Parlor. Dill Pickles. Saturday Matinees at the Movies in HP. Sneak Previews at the Movies. Singing with Mr Burdick directing. Science class with Mr. Smith. Finance Office at HPHS with Homer Williams. Classes with Pheobe Hurst Hill.
Remembering the Knoff Sisters Mary and Alice outstanding teachers. Accounting with Mrs. Lord. Our rabbitts Jasper and Penelope. My Table with 2 chairs brought from the East. Lux Radio Theatre. Bob Hope Radio. The Lone Ranger. Our home on Belgrave in HP. Jay's 1941 Chev. Campfire Girls. Shopping on Pacific Blvd in HP. Chicken Pies. Thrifty's Ice Cream. Chen Yeu Nail Polish. My Dad's wrestling and boxing friends. Forest Lawn in Glendale. Easter Sunrise Services. Pasadena Rose Parade. Chistmas Tree Lane in Pasadena. My Mom and Dad.
This should do it for now. Probably doesn't mean anything to anyone else, but it certainly means a lot to me.
Written this 16th day of February 2010
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Bed Lamps
I have no idea what brought this to mind, but when I was little the folks always had a beautiful bed lamp at the head of their bed. The one I remember the most was peach georgette with a gathered piece for the front that ended in a flourett. It had tiny flowers with green leaves too. As I thought about that lovely lamp, I wondered what had ever happened to such a neat bedroom accessory?
While viewing HGTv "House Hunters" I realized why they had been so popular back in the 1920's and 1930's. Bedrooms in older homes were SMALL. In fact, as I recall my parents bedroom on Belgrave Avenue in Huntington Park, California it was a tight fit with a full size bed a Dressing Table and a High Boy. The bed fit between two windows with about a foot on one side. Barely room to fit for making the bed really. On the other side there was about as much room between the bed and the Dressing Table. When the bench was pulled out you couldn't get between the bench and the bed. At the foot of the bed there was about a two foot space to walk between the bed and the High Boy. That was the path into the walk in closet. Come to think of it, it wasn't all that big a closet, but you could walk into it. Hanging clothes on one side only. I would say it might measure about 4 maybe 5 feet. Well, back then people didn't have that many clothes, and yes, Dad had room for his things as well. Hard to believe. Well concidering that, I realized that a Bed Lamp was the only lighting in the room beside the over head light.
The Bed Lamp had two, I guess you could call them hooks that clipped over the headboard and held the lamp secure. It had a small pull chain for turning it off and on. We really don't need such an accessory today because our bedrooms are usually large enough to have bedside tables or night stands on at least one side of the bed. So today we have touch lamps, usually, to give light during the night, if needed.
Bedrooms were never as much a space for decorating as they seem to be today. A bedspread that was large enough to tuck under the pillows and hang to the floor. I don't recall ever having a bed skirt on any bed in the house. Definately not extra pillows. Oh, you might see a pretty china faced doll with a flowing skirt setting in the middle of the bed for "show", but that was about it.
Times change, houses have grown bigger. In fact they have extra rooms now that we would have never thought of. Having more than one bathroom was absolutely unheard of in the average home. We didn't know anyone that had more than one. If the wealthy did, we didn't know about it. Come to think of it, having a patio would have been a real show stopper in any neighborhood that I lived in as a kid. I don't remember a Bar-B-Que either. The only time I remember us having food cooked over a fire was at the beach when we had what they called
"weiney roasts". Now that was a treat. I can't even recall when we had our first Bar-B-Que. They are so common place now, about every home has one kind or another.
At our house we ate three meals a day. There were no Fast Food places, so we had to pack a lunch for work or if we went to school. Schools had cafeterias, but a hot lunch was usually .25 cents, and that was too expensive for the average families budget. I remember having an occasional hot lunch when I went to Junior High School, but it wasn't very often. Come to think of it, there weren't a lot of choices in a sack lunch either. Amazing the amount of things that are available today to bring a smile to the face of the youngsters at lunch time.
Well I have "rambled" on from Bed Lamps to Lunches. What a trip. When the mind starts retracing memories, it is scarey to find out just how wide the space becomes when you get to be my age. Kind of nice however when I stop to think about what has faded from view. Some pretty neat things were around when I was small. I didn't realize I missed them. Those kinds of things come and go with little notice. When I was small, they were pretty impressive. Come to think of it - in my mind, they still are.
Written this 13th day of February 2010
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
While viewing HGTv "House Hunters" I realized why they had been so popular back in the 1920's and 1930's. Bedrooms in older homes were SMALL. In fact, as I recall my parents bedroom on Belgrave Avenue in Huntington Park, California it was a tight fit with a full size bed a Dressing Table and a High Boy. The bed fit between two windows with about a foot on one side. Barely room to fit for making the bed really. On the other side there was about as much room between the bed and the Dressing Table. When the bench was pulled out you couldn't get between the bench and the bed. At the foot of the bed there was about a two foot space to walk between the bed and the High Boy. That was the path into the walk in closet. Come to think of it, it wasn't all that big a closet, but you could walk into it. Hanging clothes on one side only. I would say it might measure about 4 maybe 5 feet. Well, back then people didn't have that many clothes, and yes, Dad had room for his things as well. Hard to believe. Well concidering that, I realized that a Bed Lamp was the only lighting in the room beside the over head light.
The Bed Lamp had two, I guess you could call them hooks that clipped over the headboard and held the lamp secure. It had a small pull chain for turning it off and on. We really don't need such an accessory today because our bedrooms are usually large enough to have bedside tables or night stands on at least one side of the bed. So today we have touch lamps, usually, to give light during the night, if needed.
Bedrooms were never as much a space for decorating as they seem to be today. A bedspread that was large enough to tuck under the pillows and hang to the floor. I don't recall ever having a bed skirt on any bed in the house. Definately not extra pillows. Oh, you might see a pretty china faced doll with a flowing skirt setting in the middle of the bed for "show", but that was about it.
Times change, houses have grown bigger. In fact they have extra rooms now that we would have never thought of. Having more than one bathroom was absolutely unheard of in the average home. We didn't know anyone that had more than one. If the wealthy did, we didn't know about it. Come to think of it, having a patio would have been a real show stopper in any neighborhood that I lived in as a kid. I don't remember a Bar-B-Que either. The only time I remember us having food cooked over a fire was at the beach when we had what they called
"weiney roasts". Now that was a treat. I can't even recall when we had our first Bar-B-Que. They are so common place now, about every home has one kind or another.
At our house we ate three meals a day. There were no Fast Food places, so we had to pack a lunch for work or if we went to school. Schools had cafeterias, but a hot lunch was usually .25 cents, and that was too expensive for the average families budget. I remember having an occasional hot lunch when I went to Junior High School, but it wasn't very often. Come to think of it, there weren't a lot of choices in a sack lunch either. Amazing the amount of things that are available today to bring a smile to the face of the youngsters at lunch time.
Well I have "rambled" on from Bed Lamps to Lunches. What a trip. When the mind starts retracing memories, it is scarey to find out just how wide the space becomes when you get to be my age. Kind of nice however when I stop to think about what has faded from view. Some pretty neat things were around when I was small. I didn't realize I missed them. Those kinds of things come and go with little notice. When I was small, they were pretty impressive. Come to think of it - in my mind, they still are.
Written this 13th day of February 2010
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Friday, February 5, 2010
Anyone Remember Mission Pak?
As a kid it was always a question as to where the Mission Pack store would open when it got close to Christmas. Some empty store front would sport a sign "MISSION PAK" and we kids would wonder when the folks would take us to pick out the presents the family in the East would be getting this year.
Today we get a number of catalogues that offer all kinds of shipped gifts to people who can be remembered during the Holiday, but I can tell you they don't bring to mind the fun it was to stroll through the MISSION PAK store and see all the candied fruit or frest fruit gifts that could be sent for the delight of those who rarely saw such things where they lived.
Well when we lived in Ohio and Pennsylvania my Grand Dad use to send us Mission Pak, and it was such fun to get it. They always had the ivory two pronged fork to spear the fruit with. It was always sticky and sweet. Saved getting your hands a mess.
No there is nothing that matches those fun evenings we stalked the counters and displays of all those goodies and watch Mom or Dad make out their order for the shipments they felt would please family or friends in the East.
Times have changed, and you don't see Mission Pak anymore, sad to say. Another of those great treats we so enjoyed that are gone, but happily not forgotten. Nothing like a sweet date or fig from a Mission Pak. Take my word for it, they were great!
Written this 5 day of February 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Today we get a number of catalogues that offer all kinds of shipped gifts to people who can be remembered during the Holiday, but I can tell you they don't bring to mind the fun it was to stroll through the MISSION PAK store and see all the candied fruit or frest fruit gifts that could be sent for the delight of those who rarely saw such things where they lived.
Well when we lived in Ohio and Pennsylvania my Grand Dad use to send us Mission Pak, and it was such fun to get it. They always had the ivory two pronged fork to spear the fruit with. It was always sticky and sweet. Saved getting your hands a mess.
No there is nothing that matches those fun evenings we stalked the counters and displays of all those goodies and watch Mom or Dad make out their order for the shipments they felt would please family or friends in the East.
Times have changed, and you don't see Mission Pak anymore, sad to say. Another of those great treats we so enjoyed that are gone, but happily not forgotten. Nothing like a sweet date or fig from a Mission Pak. Take my word for it, they were great!
Written this 5 day of February 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Next time you drive the grapevine!
When Paul and I went to Los Angeles this week for his tests at the Veterans Hospital I noticed that narrow road along side the hill. I suppose I have looked at that everytime I went South, but it was only on this trip that I realized it was the same road my Dad had driven that old Ford of his over when we came to California in 1935 and 1938. I was pretty young way back then and still have vivid memories of the hair pin turns and the narrow places that passing was hazardous.
It might pay you to study that old highway when you make your next trip and try to envision what it must have been like back then. Cars certainly didn't have all the suspensions and high gears, tires, lights or a hundred other things that cars do today. Of course they were not as spacious or big either.
It was always a huge consideration when Dad realized that stretch of road was just ahead. The big strain with kids was car sickness. The folks were greatful that none of us seemed to be bothered with it. Night or day, the windows were rolled down to make sure there was ample supply of clear air flowing through the car at all times. Dad slowed down the speed, and kept his eyes open and his mind clear. We kids knew to be quiet and not act up while this dangerous part of the trip was being endured.
Compared to the highways across the US today that trip across country on Route 66 and the Grapevine was something todays travelers are not missing. Two lane, long stretches without any kind of comfort stations along the way. Today there are Rest Stops all across the country. That certainly was not the case way back then. Oh, there were colorful places to see. In fact if you go along Route 66 today, there a number of those things still in view - all be it run down condition and/or abandoned today. Tee Pee Motels, Train Car dinners and of course the two pump gas stations with the old pumps that were fun to watch refill when gas had pumped them empty. Man what things we had to enjoy back then. Long gone from the scenes of today.
No McDonalds, Wendys or Burger King. No Ramada, Holiday Inn Express or Hampton Inns. Just those one room cabins with the privy out back. Yet we found what was needed along the way. Dad would turn off in a small town and they would find a grocery store. Back then they had all kinds of things, but nothing like you find today. No packaged potato chips or doritos. No you went to the meat counter and bought a hunk of bologne and piece of cheese. These you had to slice down for yourself. A loaf of bread and a quart or two of milk, and you were off to the bakery for some kind of sweet to brighten up your meal. Dad drove and Mom made sandwiches and passed them back. We ate in quiet and I don't ever recall anyone asking: "are we there yet".
We never had music, the car didn't have a radio - think of it - we were in the car for a week everyday as we made our way across the United States. I don't recall us stopping to see sites. We didn't have money for anything extra. Come to think of it, I don't think there were all that many attractions. That day had not dawned yet. I think we entertained ourselves by watching the passing scenery. Back then we didn't ride in the car all that often, so seeing something new was a fascination in itself. Hey, that may be why I feel we had the best of things. We never had anything to distract us from what was really around us. We never got bored, there was always too much to see and do.
Once we got to California it was a wonder to see so many Orange Trees. Oranges were a premium item in the East where we had just come from. I guess that means that Shipping by truck back then was a novelty as well. Growing up without things has been an adventure for sure.
There was no traffic. Truck shippments were few - guess the railroads were king back in those days. No airplane travel to speak of. Even AirMail back then would have been a novelty.
Guess this all means I am getting older and surpisingly wiser. I begin to see life as it was as it is and amazingly how it will be. All in all, I don't think the improvements have made it all that much better. I think hanging out clothes may have taken time, but the results can't be matched today. Living where we could walk to everything can't be beat either. We were able to have cleaner air and healthier life styles then. We learned to make our own entertainment. Deciding whether we would stay home and find friends to play with or go to the movies. No TV to clutter up the day. WOW what a difference. Well that is enough of this faul de raul.
You have it your way, and I'll have it mine. Sorry you couldn't have had it my way though, you would have had a real experience!
Written this 5 day of Februray 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
It might pay you to study that old highway when you make your next trip and try to envision what it must have been like back then. Cars certainly didn't have all the suspensions and high gears, tires, lights or a hundred other things that cars do today. Of course they were not as spacious or big either.
It was always a huge consideration when Dad realized that stretch of road was just ahead. The big strain with kids was car sickness. The folks were greatful that none of us seemed to be bothered with it. Night or day, the windows were rolled down to make sure there was ample supply of clear air flowing through the car at all times. Dad slowed down the speed, and kept his eyes open and his mind clear. We kids knew to be quiet and not act up while this dangerous part of the trip was being endured.
Compared to the highways across the US today that trip across country on Route 66 and the Grapevine was something todays travelers are not missing. Two lane, long stretches without any kind of comfort stations along the way. Today there are Rest Stops all across the country. That certainly was not the case way back then. Oh, there were colorful places to see. In fact if you go along Route 66 today, there a number of those things still in view - all be it run down condition and/or abandoned today. Tee Pee Motels, Train Car dinners and of course the two pump gas stations with the old pumps that were fun to watch refill when gas had pumped them empty. Man what things we had to enjoy back then. Long gone from the scenes of today.
No McDonalds, Wendys or Burger King. No Ramada, Holiday Inn Express or Hampton Inns. Just those one room cabins with the privy out back. Yet we found what was needed along the way. Dad would turn off in a small town and they would find a grocery store. Back then they had all kinds of things, but nothing like you find today. No packaged potato chips or doritos. No you went to the meat counter and bought a hunk of bologne and piece of cheese. These you had to slice down for yourself. A loaf of bread and a quart or two of milk, and you were off to the bakery for some kind of sweet to brighten up your meal. Dad drove and Mom made sandwiches and passed them back. We ate in quiet and I don't ever recall anyone asking: "are we there yet".
We never had music, the car didn't have a radio - think of it - we were in the car for a week everyday as we made our way across the United States. I don't recall us stopping to see sites. We didn't have money for anything extra. Come to think of it, I don't think there were all that many attractions. That day had not dawned yet. I think we entertained ourselves by watching the passing scenery. Back then we didn't ride in the car all that often, so seeing something new was a fascination in itself. Hey, that may be why I feel we had the best of things. We never had anything to distract us from what was really around us. We never got bored, there was always too much to see and do.
Once we got to California it was a wonder to see so many Orange Trees. Oranges were a premium item in the East where we had just come from. I guess that means that Shipping by truck back then was a novelty as well. Growing up without things has been an adventure for sure.
There was no traffic. Truck shippments were few - guess the railroads were king back in those days. No airplane travel to speak of. Even AirMail back then would have been a novelty.
Guess this all means I am getting older and surpisingly wiser. I begin to see life as it was as it is and amazingly how it will be. All in all, I don't think the improvements have made it all that much better. I think hanging out clothes may have taken time, but the results can't be matched today. Living where we could walk to everything can't be beat either. We were able to have cleaner air and healthier life styles then. We learned to make our own entertainment. Deciding whether we would stay home and find friends to play with or go to the movies. No TV to clutter up the day. WOW what a difference. Well that is enough of this faul de raul.
You have it your way, and I'll have it mine. Sorry you couldn't have had it my way though, you would have had a real experience!
Written this 5 day of Februray 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
I Think I need to get a new life!
Isn't that what they say when things are pretty obvious the one you have is under the control of someone or something else? I laughingly believe that is what has happened to me. This is Friday and I always get up early and put out the trash cans. Of course that means that I leave the cat (MIA) out for her morning "contitutional". Even though things were a bit wet due to the rain we had during the night, she was content to walk "gingerly about" and stay out when I was ready to come back into the house. My other normal routine is to turn on the computer, check my e-mail and then go on line to do a little with Ancestry.com. There is always plenty to keep me busy there. Usually I am on the computer an hour or two.
Now I go to the kitchen to fix me a small breakfast and of course let the cat (MIA) back in. Now this means I get a scolding because I have made her wait in the garage for what apparently has been too long a space of time. She goes, tail in the air, up the hall to her dish of food, "yowling" all the way. I take this to mean I have not treated her as she would like. (So what else is new?)
I turn to the task of fixing me some hot chocolate and toast, which is not a huge task, but just a bit too much time so far as the cat (MIA) is concerned. I once again hear her "yowling" from the hall. I step to see what it is that she is "complaining" about. She is setting in the bedroom doorway. Now, to anyone else, this would mean very little, but to me, with the expression she has on her face I realize she is summoning me for her morning "treatment". Now, don't get me wrong, I realize quickly I have created a monster. To keep her from shedding all over the house I made a game of getting her into her window bed each morning to brush her. Now the signal was, "time to make the bed". It took some time to train her to this, but finally she worked into it. When she saw me head for the bedroom, she would charge in and get up into her bed.
This is no longer the case. NOW, I get summoned, when she is READY. It use to be I picked the time. Understand me, I don't just "jump and run" when I am summoned, but I do have a great laugh over the fact she thinks she is in total control of the cituation. No, I finish making my toast and when "I am finished" I "charge" to the bedroom where I find the cat (MIA) looking out the window trying with all her might to ignore the fact "I have finally come into the room". When I start making the bed she does turn to watch, but with the air of just "moderate interest". By the time I get to the side nearest her bed things take a sudden turn. She goes into some of the most shameless twists and turns you would ever want a cat, even (MIA) go through. If I don't stop what I am doing when I go by her bed, she reaches out and smacks me with her paws. Now, I want you to know I have all the will power in the world, and do not allow such antics to stop me from finishing making the bed, no, I get the job done. (Good for me!)
I quickly return to her and pick up her brush. When I hold it up, she pushes her face into it to start the routine she so loves - getting brushed. Once, it was a fight, now it is a "demand". Not to mention she has her own time table. Bedtime is 9 pm. Brush time is 9 am. I don't know who started her clock, but she has one and it is accurate no matter what time we happen to be on. Once she has been brushed she gets down and goes to her dish to eat. Then it is back into her bed for her day long nap. Yes, she stays in that bed until about 5 pm when once again she gets up, eats, gets a drink and then comes for me to let her out. She goes out and plays for another coupel of hours. When she comes back in around 7 pm she eats, drinks and then comes and sets in my lap for about 30 minutes until she gets too warm then she stretches out a few feet from my chair and goes to sleep. If I am not ready by 9 pm to head for the bedroom, she gives me another scolding as she heads for her bed. I don't need to look at the clock, I know it is 9 pm.
I hate to admit this next part, but being honest as I am I will. No matter what time I decide to go to bed, I do brush her again. Don't you scold me too, it is just one of those things I can't not do. Like a nice hot shower makes going to sleep easier, a good brush relaxes her and she is good for the night. (I think?) At least I don't get scolded again.
In the morning she wants out about 6 am. If I am too comfortable, I snore. That usually keeps her content for a short while, but if she really wants out, I can't fake anything that will keep her quiet. NOW is what she keeps "yowling". For some peace, I eventually get out of my warm bed and let her out. The day repeats itself. Do you understand what I am saying? I need to get a life of my own. How did I ever get into this mess? Why do I continue to be caught up in this madness? Just one reason - I love the little "fluffy panted cat". Her personality keeps me entertained continually, all be it a headache on occassion. No wonder they say a pet is a great thing for the elderly to have. I even have her trained (or does she have me?) that she will let me hug her at least once everyday and give her kisses. No, not like that, I lay my head next to hers and smack away into the air. She thinks I am kissing her, and don't you dare tell her otherwise, we are doing just fine thank you.
Well, enough of this prittle prattle. You have things to do, and if I think a minute I may find something to fill time myself. The cat "MIA" is sleeping in her bed, and guess what, it isn't 9 am and she has been BRUSHED! Whee! Have a nice day! I love you!
Written this 5 day February, 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Now I go to the kitchen to fix me a small breakfast and of course let the cat (MIA) back in. Now this means I get a scolding because I have made her wait in the garage for what apparently has been too long a space of time. She goes, tail in the air, up the hall to her dish of food, "yowling" all the way. I take this to mean I have not treated her as she would like. (So what else is new?)
I turn to the task of fixing me some hot chocolate and toast, which is not a huge task, but just a bit too much time so far as the cat (MIA) is concerned. I once again hear her "yowling" from the hall. I step to see what it is that she is "complaining" about. She is setting in the bedroom doorway. Now, to anyone else, this would mean very little, but to me, with the expression she has on her face I realize she is summoning me for her morning "treatment". Now, don't get me wrong, I realize quickly I have created a monster. To keep her from shedding all over the house I made a game of getting her into her window bed each morning to brush her. Now the signal was, "time to make the bed". It took some time to train her to this, but finally she worked into it. When she saw me head for the bedroom, she would charge in and get up into her bed.
This is no longer the case. NOW, I get summoned, when she is READY. It use to be I picked the time. Understand me, I don't just "jump and run" when I am summoned, but I do have a great laugh over the fact she thinks she is in total control of the cituation. No, I finish making my toast and when "I am finished" I "charge" to the bedroom where I find the cat (MIA) looking out the window trying with all her might to ignore the fact "I have finally come into the room". When I start making the bed she does turn to watch, but with the air of just "moderate interest". By the time I get to the side nearest her bed things take a sudden turn. She goes into some of the most shameless twists and turns you would ever want a cat, even (MIA) go through. If I don't stop what I am doing when I go by her bed, she reaches out and smacks me with her paws. Now, I want you to know I have all the will power in the world, and do not allow such antics to stop me from finishing making the bed, no, I get the job done. (Good for me!)
I quickly return to her and pick up her brush. When I hold it up, she pushes her face into it to start the routine she so loves - getting brushed. Once, it was a fight, now it is a "demand". Not to mention she has her own time table. Bedtime is 9 pm. Brush time is 9 am. I don't know who started her clock, but she has one and it is accurate no matter what time we happen to be on. Once she has been brushed she gets down and goes to her dish to eat. Then it is back into her bed for her day long nap. Yes, she stays in that bed until about 5 pm when once again she gets up, eats, gets a drink and then comes for me to let her out. She goes out and plays for another coupel of hours. When she comes back in around 7 pm she eats, drinks and then comes and sets in my lap for about 30 minutes until she gets too warm then she stretches out a few feet from my chair and goes to sleep. If I am not ready by 9 pm to head for the bedroom, she gives me another scolding as she heads for her bed. I don't need to look at the clock, I know it is 9 pm.
I hate to admit this next part, but being honest as I am I will. No matter what time I decide to go to bed, I do brush her again. Don't you scold me too, it is just one of those things I can't not do. Like a nice hot shower makes going to sleep easier, a good brush relaxes her and she is good for the night. (I think?) At least I don't get scolded again.
In the morning she wants out about 6 am. If I am too comfortable, I snore. That usually keeps her content for a short while, but if she really wants out, I can't fake anything that will keep her quiet. NOW is what she keeps "yowling". For some peace, I eventually get out of my warm bed and let her out. The day repeats itself. Do you understand what I am saying? I need to get a life of my own. How did I ever get into this mess? Why do I continue to be caught up in this madness? Just one reason - I love the little "fluffy panted cat". Her personality keeps me entertained continually, all be it a headache on occassion. No wonder they say a pet is a great thing for the elderly to have. I even have her trained (or does she have me?) that she will let me hug her at least once everyday and give her kisses. No, not like that, I lay my head next to hers and smack away into the air. She thinks I am kissing her, and don't you dare tell her otherwise, we are doing just fine thank you.
Well, enough of this prittle prattle. You have things to do, and if I think a minute I may find something to fill time myself. The cat "MIA" is sleeping in her bed, and guess what, it isn't 9 am and she has been BRUSHED! Whee! Have a nice day! I love you!
Written this 5 day February, 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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