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Bridget Summerville
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Valentine's Day
I hope your day is full of love and happiness. Please let everyone know how much you appreciate all that they do. Remember, Valentine's Day is only 1 day a year, so don't let those "I love you's", "You make me happy", "I appreciate you", only be spoken today. Hallmark and American Greetings sell cards the other 364 days of the year. Russell Stover and Whitman's samplers can be bought all year long. Florists have roses, tulips and carnations in July also. Think about it.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Happy Birthday Paul
When our kids were younger, we would always try to be positive in anything that they did. We would praise their accomplishments like making the honor roll, entering the Reflections Contest, winning the spelling or geography bee, etc... Anything that they had worked for, we would try to acknowledge it in a big way. We would put a sign in the yard, buy a cake/giant cookie, go to their favorite restaurant or something that would let them know that we were proud of them.
When Paul was 11, I took a computer class at the local community college. It was a 2 morning a week, 3-4 week class. At the end of the course, we received a certificate with our name that stated that we had successfully completed the class. I brought it home and left it in on the table.
I had a small wooden chest in our bedroom that I kept cross stitch material, thread, and assorted frames and mats. Nothing fancy, just some odds and ends. When I came back that afternoon, my certificate was laying on the kitchen counter. Paul had gotten a frame out of the chest and 'framed' my certificate. He wanted me to know that he was proud of me.
Paul, you have always been a very thoughtful young man. You are a good husband, father and son. We love you very much.
Happy birthday Paul.
When Paul was 11, I took a computer class at the local community college. It was a 2 morning a week, 3-4 week class. At the end of the course, we received a certificate with our name that stated that we had successfully completed the class. I brought it home and left it in on the table.
I had a small wooden chest in our bedroom that I kept cross stitch material, thread, and assorted frames and mats. Nothing fancy, just some odds and ends. When I came back that afternoon, my certificate was laying on the kitchen counter. Paul had gotten a frame out of the chest and 'framed' my certificate. He wanted me to know that he was proud of me.
Paul, you have always been a very thoughtful young man. You are a good husband, father and son. We love you very much.
Happy birthday Paul.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Lazy Sundays
When I was growing up, we used to visit my Granny on Sunday afternoons. She lived about 5 miles away and my mom and I would go to her house. When we would leave, we would drive another 5 miles to the two stores that my mother liked to go. One of these stores closed many years ago. It was the kind of store that carried everything. Clothes, electronics, tools, etc... The other store has now announced that they are closing in the next few weeks.
I decided that I wanted to go walk around this store last Sunday. It has been remodeled so nothing is like it was back in the 60s. But I could go to the exact spot where years ago, the ICEE machine was and where they sold nuts that had been under a sun lamp, staying warm. Sometimes, the store would have a sale on giant candy bars that were divided into squares. Each square had a letter on it and it would spell out the name of the candy company. My mother was a chocoholic so she would always buy them. This was the same store that I would buy the necklace or earrings that I usually got for my mom for Christmas.
As Eric and I wandered around, we were both saying "this is where the garden supplies were, this is where the toys were", etc...
The last aisle I went down was where I would spend my time during Christmas. It was the sporting goods aisle. My dad loved to fish and I always bought him a pack of purple or black rubber worms, a roll of fishing line and a package of red/white corks.
As we walked out, I thought back to the days that I spent in that store in the 'big city'. Lazy Sunday afternoons with nothing to do but walk around and smell the popcorn and wait for the Blue Light Specials.
I decided that I wanted to go walk around this store last Sunday. It has been remodeled so nothing is like it was back in the 60s. But I could go to the exact spot where years ago, the ICEE machine was and where they sold nuts that had been under a sun lamp, staying warm. Sometimes, the store would have a sale on giant candy bars that were divided into squares. Each square had a letter on it and it would spell out the name of the candy company. My mother was a chocoholic so she would always buy them. This was the same store that I would buy the necklace or earrings that I usually got for my mom for Christmas.
As Eric and I wandered around, we were both saying "this is where the garden supplies were, this is where the toys were", etc...
The last aisle I went down was where I would spend my time during Christmas. It was the sporting goods aisle. My dad loved to fish and I always bought him a pack of purple or black rubber worms, a roll of fishing line and a package of red/white corks.
As we walked out, I thought back to the days that I spent in that store in the 'big city'. Lazy Sunday afternoons with nothing to do but walk around and smell the popcorn and wait for the Blue Light Specials.
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