• Karensamenow
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    • Out of your reach
      • When I was very young, about seven, or eight I'd say, I wanted to be a ballerina. Not just a pretend ballerina, a real ballerina with those pink satin shoes that have flat toes to stand on, & flowing pink satin ribbon that laces up the legs! Is there really any other kind?
        I wanted the pink tutu, you know the beautiful, magic tutu that only the most famous, & successful ballerinas are allowed to wear!

        So what happened?
        One summer vacation, knowing I really needed to get a move on if I wanted to achieve my dream, I sat down to have a long talk with my mother. Mother asked me what I wanted to do that summer, what would make me happy , & how could she help make this the best summer ever?
        Carefully, & precisely I told her exactly what my dream was, & how very much I wanted to become a famous ballerina. My dream included dancing for the Royal Russian Ballet Company, or some other just as famous company. Mother sat next to me, & patiently listened, taking in every one of my words, & listening to all my dreams. I was so pleased that she understood my heart, & took me as seriously as I took myself!
        Finally the day came when the class she selected for me was to start. Needless to say, I was really excited.....almost to the point of making myself sick! As we got into the car, I didn't think anything about not having any "gear" with me. No special shoes, or even a working tutu such as I was sure most serious ballerinas must wear to learn, & practice in......it didn't even enter my mind....,,,, not even for a second!
        When we arrived, at the ...local park, mother got out of the car, & I followed still excited about starting to work on my big dream. Inside the front donor, to the recreation center was a sign up sheet, with a .........
        GAGLE OF COMMON KIDS
        By now I'm a little suspicious, but I troup on. Something inside me just knew my mother hadn't taken me seriously. The kids standing around in the lobby waiting to sign in, & enter the classroom were anything BUT aspiring ballerinas. The boys who clearly had cooties, also were sporting red hair, & freckles.......MOST DEFINITELY NOT THE BALLERINA TYPES! Ok so not all of them had red hair, or even freckles, but trust me when I tell you....they All Had Cooties!!!
        Mom went straight to the sign in sheet, I don't even remember her saying a word to me about, "we really can't afford real ballet lessons, or I couldn't find any ballet lessons in our area!" Most probably all that was true, but nothing was said.
        When we all entered the room, my most devastating fears came true! The instructor was organizing the class in lines, & groups...........for a faux tap dancing class!
        After that I don't remember even one thing! I don't remember ever even going back to that park, let alone the class. I was in HATE mode, & was truly humiliated!
        My mother, whom I thought understood my most intamite of feelings, & desires had betrayed me. How could I ever forgive her, & in many ways I don't think I ever did! Most certainly as I grew up, all those feelings of betrayal, disappointment, & loss faded away, however that one instance made me more compassionate for my children's feelings, & most definitely for my grand children's feelings, & desires.
        Mother, I'm sure did the best she was able to do. If I was able to ask her now, she probably wouldn't even remember any of it.
        Achieving my dream as a ballerina was out of my reach for a lot of reasons. Too tall probably being the largest obstacle! After all, I grew to be just under 5'10", & with that comes a few pounds. Even a skinny tall girl weighs more than I'm sure someone like Mikhail Baryshnikov!
        Need I say more?
        Heart broken, devastated, & betrayed I decided to become a Nun instead!

      • answered by Karensamenow on 03/30/2014
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    • Out of your reach
      • When I was very young, about seven, or eight I'd say, I wanted to be a ballerina. Not just a pretend ballerina, a real ballerina with those pink satin shoes that have flat toes to stand on, & flowing pink satin ribbon that laces up the legs! Is there really any other kind?
        I wanted the pink tutu, you know the beautiful, magic tutu that only the most famous, & successful ballerinas are allowed to wear!

        So what happened?
        One summer vacation, knowing I really needed to get a move on if I wanted to achieve my dream, I sat down to have a long talk with my mother. Mother asked me what I wanted to do that summer, what would make me happy , & how could she help make this the best summer ever?
        Carefully, & precisely I told her exactly what my dream was, & how very much I wanted to become a famous ballerina. My dream included dancing for the Royal Russian Ballet Company, or some other just as famous company. Mother sat next to me, & patiently listened, taking in every one of my words, & listening to all my dreams. I was so pleased that she understood my heart, & took me as seriously as I took myself!
        Finally the day came when the class she selected for me was to start. Needless to say, I was really excited.....almost to the point of making myself sick! As we got into the car, I didn't think anything about not having any "gear" with me. No special shoes, or even a working tutu such as I was sure most serious ballerinas must wear to learn, & practice in......it didn't even enter my mind....,,,, not even for a second!
        When we arrived, at the ...local park, mother got out of the car, & I followed still excited about starting to work on my big dream. Inside the front donor, to the recreation center was a sign up sheet, with a .........
        GAGLE OF COMMON KIDS
        By now I'm a little suspicious, but I troup on. Something inside me just knew my mother hadn't taken me seriously. The kids standing around in the lobby waiting to sign in, & enter the classroom were anything BUT aspiring ballerinas. The boys who clearly had cooties, also were sporting red hair, & freckles.......MOST DEFINITELY NOT THE BALLERINA TYPES! Ok so not all of them had red hair, or even freckles, but trust me when I tell you....they All Had Cooties!!!
        Mom went straight to the sign in sheet, I don't even remember her saying a word to me about, "we really can't afford real ballet lessons, or I couldn't find any ballet lessons in our area!" Most probably all that was true, but nothing was said.
        When we all entered the room, my most devastating fears came true! The instructor was organizing the class in lines, & groups...........for a faux tap dancing class!
        After that I don't remember even one thing! I don't remember ever even going back to that park, let alone the class. I was in HATE mode, & was truly humiliated!
        My mother, whom I thought understood my most intamite of feelings, & desires had betrayed me. How could I ever forgive her, & in many ways I don't think I ever did! Most certainly as I grew up, all those feelings of betrayal, disappointment, & loss faded away, however that one instance made me more compassionate for my children's feelings, & most definitely for my grand children's feelings, & desires.
        Mother, I'm sure did the best she was able to do. If I was able to ask her now, she probably wouldn't even remember any of it.
        Achieving my dream as a ballerina was out of my reach for a lot of reasons. Too tall probably being the largest obstacle! After all, I grew to be just under 5'10", & with that comes a few pounds. Even a skinny tall girl weighs more than I'm sure someone like Mikhail Baryshnikov!
        Need I say more?
        Heart broken, devastated, & betrayed I decided to become a Nun instead!

      • answered by Karensamenow on 03/30/2014
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    • A Forever friend!
      • When I was very young, like just about right out of the gate, so to speak, my mother put me in my shinny new black carriage, & walked from our home in Huntington Woods all the way into Downtown Detroit. I'm thinking these places don't look, or even feel the same as they did back then....in the olden days!
        Since Detroit wasn't just around the corner, this must have been an exhausting day trip for mother. After all while I slept like a baby, she walked!

        Mother told me we went to J.L.Hudsons for a very special addition to my life. As we negotiated the carriage through the isles of this big department store, we ended up in the Toy Section. Now that I'm thinking about it, the toy section was an entire floor just like in Miracle on 34th Street. You remember that movie, it's been on TV every year for the last 100 years at Christmas time. One can't miss it, nor can we avoid it!

        As we entered this wondrous toy floor, I must have sensed magic was about to happen, even at the tender young age of we'll say six weeks! Mother looked all around, this was not a quick process. She was looking for something very special! I couldn't really see much from the position I was in. That would be, unable to sit-up, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, & then there was the netting covering the buggy. The netting made everything look a little foggy. So you see my problem?

        Finally we stopped, Mother must have spotted something of interest. I could hear her oooing, & awing. I also felt my little tummy getting excited, something was about to happen.....But What?

        All of a sudden the net flew back, fresh air blew in, & right in front on my little blue eyes was the most beautiful brown, & tan bear. He had floppy ears, & a tiny floppy tail. His arms, & legs weren't hinged, they were sewin so he was very soft, & flexable. My tiny little arms, & legs started to move around in excitement. I could just feel Mothers excitement when she showed the bear to me, & judging from my response, Mother had found what she was looking for!

        On the long walk home, which by the way seemed to take forever, I cuddled with my new forever friend. He kept me warm, I would never be alone, we would have long conversations about which was yet to be decided! I would name him, wait for it, wait for it......"Teddy!"

        Teddy turned out to really be my forever friend. He went with me for he first several years of our lives, & after that waited in our room for me to return home from school.
        Since getting out of school, my life has been full, I've had three wonderful children who played with Teddy. I now have four grandchildren, & sadly Teddy just isn't up for a lot of playing these days, but we still live together.

        Since Teddy & I are about the same age, we've both aged somewhat the same. We have a few wrinkles, I have more wrinkles, but, both of us have thinning hair. Teddy's seems to be a bit more thinning than mine, I think I sniffed most of his fur off in the first five years. I have more fluff than he has. My ears are still on the side of my head, where as Teddy's have gotten floppy, & bald! He is still dressed in PJ's, & is quite comfortable that way. I personally try to find clothes that feel likePJ's, but look like I'm all dressed up!

        As we both age, I'm so grateful we still have each other, we can still talk when we are alone, we understand each other & that's huge for a bear.

        I remember those days as best I can seeing that I was so young, but it really doesn't seem like seventy years ago, it seems like just yesterday!

        This is what I remember most fondly from my early childhood! The importance of a good forever friend!

      • answered by Karensamenow on 01/22/2014
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    • Ho, Ho, Ho....
      • And I do mean Santa!

        We have four grandchildren, and their ages range from 21 all the way down to 4.
        I'm going to give them each a name for the purpose of telling this story.

        Each year my husband Les, myself, my daughter Tracy, & her husband John , & the remaining family members work very hard at bringing to the grandkids, a magical Christmas! This is becoming more difficult with Tracy's kids being 7, and 9.

        The oldest I'm naming "Brat," since she is totally self-absorbed, 21, soon to be 22. Anyone who has girls knows that at this age - all bets are off! She is smart, beautiful, self absorbed, looks much older (in a good way), and is most definitely a BRAT! I know things will change when she settles down, but we don't see her very often, only when we spring a Holiday visit on her.

        The next is a grandson, who is also very smart, great looking, big for his age of 9, and still loves hugs from Grandma! This one we'll call Cyclone, because he never stops, he is just like his dad, & doesn't run out of energy, is always doing something (gratefully something constructive), & is difficult to keep up with.
        Cyclone wrote a letter to Santa this year, & this in part is what he said.....

        Dear Santa...
        Some say you're real, some say you're not real. For me, I say you're real!
        How have you been? I've been a good boy this year. I would like a Laptop computer for Christmas. I know they are expensive, so that's all I'm putting on my list.
        I'm going to leave some of my Dad's famous cookies for you.
        Your Friend, C

        Now, we all thought that was a clever way to cover his tracks, since he is in fourth grade, & surely is playing both sides.

        The third Granddaughter is 7, all girl, smart, likes school, considers herself an Artist, and a Princess! We'll call her Princess, because again anyone who has raised girls knows how girls are. They can be very much a Princess, picky, opinionated, demanding, & well you get the picture! Her list was three pages long and growing..... She also covered all bases, not about Santa, about anything, anyone might even consider to be a surprise in any stretch of the imagination! All the way from, socks to a Bunny, a real Bunny! Can you believe this kid?
        We all get a chuckle with the Princess because like most women, she wants it all! Her list was so long, she asked me to write Santa for her....And mail it too. This wouldn't be so bad until I realized, I was doing all the work as she dictated her list to be!

        The smallest Grandson is 4, and so far Whirlwind is appropriate for him. He also has a wicked amount of energy, is very smart, loves music, & musical instruments, and plays a couple with an uncanny ear for the notes. He is much easier to surprise, & since he is an only child, slightly easier to control at the moment. This little Whirlwind has had a list for six months, but he wants things like drums. Not the kids drums like a Grandparent thinks they can get away with, but real drums like his Dad would play if he were a drummer, which he isn't!

        Yesterday, my daughter Tracy was in the kitchen, & her two children, The Cyclone, & The Princess were in there getting a snack when The Cyclone said to her,

        "Mom, I'm thinking Santa is a woman!"
        Tracy says, "Oh...why do you think that!"
        I don't know, it just makes sense, Cyclone says.

        When my daughter was telling me this, I was thinking, "This isn't a great time to tell your mother, you've changed tour opinion about Santa!"

        Then...my Granddaughter "The Princess" pipes up with a voice that clearly is implying - you idiot - "Santa Clause is Grandma!"

        Who knew it would be the Princess to Blow my Gig out of the water?

        Kids never since to amaze me. They are my go to for computer problems, and much more. They help me plant my pots, keep my spa going though out the year, and give me unconditional love, just like the dog!


        Merry Christmas, & Happy New Year from our home to yours!


      • answered by Karensamenow on 12/24/2013
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    • Fair or Not Fair....that is the question?
      • Playtime to me is being able to walk into my studio, without anything pulling me back, & simply creating! It doesn't matter if I'm painting, doodling, journaling, or stamping fabric for a project, this is playing!
        I love going into the studio early in the morning, before I'm asked to do something else. I can play all morning, loosing track of time as the day flies by
        My husband, & I have an agreement.........if I get to work in my studio in the morning, I will do whatever he wants in the afternoon. That's fair don't you think?

      • answered by Karensamenow on 12/09/2013
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