Morning Thoughts while sitting by the open window (that is missing its screen, ugh) and while having a cup of coffee before starting my day came to me as follows ... Will it rain today? Yesterday's laundry is still out there with another load waiting ... I've saw some cool blog titles lately and they make me a little envious and thinking of ones that I coulda, woulda, shoulda had I been more adventurous. I do think "random" anything is getting worn out but it gets its point across so nicely... catching my son picking his nose with my tweezers (Grrrr) yesterday reminds me now to buy a new pair today ... the only thing I would still love to accomplish here is the ability to add music and if I could how could I possibly choose only one? ... I love my bed but admit is is silly looking. Why pay thousands of $$ for a mattress set when mattress stacking is soooo comfy> Let me explain ... I had an older set but the box springs had sprung (literally) when a friend offered me a new set because his sister works at a mattress store so we burned the box springs but I was unwilling to part with my older yet extremely comfortable mattress. "Just add it to the top," I told him. Well I just got a new sofa to replace my futon which was probably thee best made piece of furniture I own. (next to my mattress) I could do without the wooden frame so I burned that too but the mattress, no way. I added it to the top of my growing heap of a bed which now stands about waist high. Silly looking, maybe. Comfortable? Ohhh yeah ....
~Have a great Sunday and God bless ....
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Morning Thoughts of a Mattress Stacker
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Monday, September 3, 2007
Labor Day, 2007
When George Pullman invented the Pullman sleeping cars for the railroad back in the 1850’s not only did he build a name for himself, but he also he built an entire town.
When Pullman workers joined American Railroad Union thus beginning strikes and boycotts, President Grover Cleveland called the strike a crime and deployed the Army to break the dispute. When the strike was officially declared over the employees promised not to unionize again and this remained true until the great depression.
"The day for which the toilers in past centuries looked forward, when their rights and their wrongs would be discussed...that the workers of our day may not only lay down their tools of labor for a holiday, but upon which they may touch shoulders in marching phalanx and feel the stronger for it." ~ Samuel Gompers, head of the American Federation of Labor 1898
A small yet important bit of history on this Labor Day, 2007
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Living in My Heart
Living in My Heart
“Hail Mary, Mother Of God…” I said as I counted the beads out with my small fingers, just as the Father had instructed me to do. I had confessed to him that I had taken two cookies before dinner. I remember my mother and grandma thought that was funny.
My Grandmother was a devout Catholic and I was raised Catholic, too. Although I grew away from Catholicism, the memories of Church and Grandma are still close to my heart.
I remember holding her hand and skipping along like busy little girls do as Grandma and me walked the six or seven blocks to Church. This would be the same Church that I would stand in front of family and friends, pick up the head of her casket and carry her down those steps for the final time.
If you have never been a pall bearer for a loved one, you can’t have any idea of the effects it has on you. I found myself looking at all the faces of those that loved her as we carried her towards the steps to leave that Church. As I walked, the fact that I was carrying my Grandmother to her final resting place hit me hard. Tears began rolling down my cheeks. Me, the hard one, the one that never cried, walked forward with my face drenched in tears and I could do nothing to wipe them or hide them. They were there for the world to see. I will never forget that feeling as long as I live.
When I would visit her as a young girl, one of the treats we had together was Dunkin Donuts. I would walk to the next block and visit the little shop there on Saturday evenings. I would pick out a couple for me and a couple for her for twenty cents or so each. We would have them before we walked to Church together on Sunday mornings.
I ate some dough nuts today to celebrate her birthday. I went all out, too. I ate a long john with creamy filling and chocolate icing and a raspberry jelly filled dough nut with white icing. I thought of her the whole time.
As Grandma neared the end of her life, she spoke of the wonderful dinner that had been prepared in her honor. She could actually see it, she said and she spoke of it. It was relayed to me in whispers, as Grandma lay there unable to move. It was then that I understood the mystery of faith.
The Good Book says some things are not meant for us to understand and when that time comes, the understanding will be granted. While my Grandmother lingered between life and death, her time to understand was granted to her. As her visitors wished her well and kissed her soft, cool cheek, she waited for the dinner bell to ring.
She laid her head on the soft pillow and her eyes fluttered softly as she realized a peace and contentment that she had been denied in this life. She drifted off to a peaceful retreat as she left the broken temple that had been her home and reached for the hand that awaited her presence at the table as she did so.
The precise moment that her fingers touched His, her golden heart stopped beating and she was gone… But never forgotten.
Happy Birthday, Grandma.
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
Old Soldier
whose injuries don’t show up on x-rays
The Old Soldier nudged me
and called me closer with his eyes
his past wrapped tightly in secrets
his future bleak and locked in
"What is it Trodden Soldier,
that you wish for me to know ?"
~ Honors Duties Commands Creeds ~
broken bodies are bandaged
but how easily does the mind heal?
weariness, shrouded in blankets of green
eyes bleeding secrets and half truths
you pledged all, Dutiful Soldier
with a heart long ago plastered white
in death you grasped an old brass emblem
Rest In Peace, at long last, Proud Soldier
copyrighted, tamara a isaac
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Saturday, August 11, 2007
Kentucky Hills
*****
The hills of Kentucky are blazing
under an unforgiving glare
drought settles in
and takes a hold of this land
while crops wither
and pastures choke
Parched lips frown
as the sun smolders down
while tired backs slump
already spent
and slowly turn away
stale air lingers
as hope dwindles
and turns into despair
leaving hearts to sink
and heads to bow
in common prayer
The Hills of Kentucky are Blazing
while man and beast alike
slowly starve
*****
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