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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!
- 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.....
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!
- 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?
- These Are Tears of joy!
Several years ago my son Dennis graduated from The Music Institute in Los Angeles. His music education, along with the love for his guitar, & desire to make a career out of playing it, eventually brought him to writing music. He shared some of the things he was writing, but not all, & not often.
Finally I was able to listen!
Just before he flew to Austin, Texas to record his first CD, he played the music he created for me. Although it was all beautiful, there was one piece that touched my heart!
You see, Dennis is a trained Flamenco guitar player, & even though he plays many types of songs, his love is Flamenco!
After he returned from Austin with the final cut of his first CD, "Road to Conejo," we listened to it all the way home in the car. It was so beautiful!
To think my son, wrote this beautiful music from the heart blew me over, & we all sat in the car with tears in our eyes.
To this day, when he plays the song, " Road to Conejo," it brings tears to my eyes.
We are so blessed to be a musical family. Both my boys, & my husband are musicians, my grandson Nolan is well on his way to becoming a musical talent at four years old. My daughter-in-law, Shawna is a fabulous singer as well.
These tears are most definitely tears of joy!
If you feel like learning more about Dennis, or the CD, "Road to Conejo," is the name of it, & at one point it could be purchased from CD Baby, you can also check out Dennis' website at "B.Entertained.com," or just Google Dennis Bergstrom.
- You must be kidding! Are you kidding me? I don't believe it! Really?
Shut the front door!.............
Someone knocks at my front door, & the minute I open it I see this man in a business suit, nice shoes, clean cut - not doable, but nice looking! He starts by asking me if I'm Karen. I'm now on high alert!
What could he want, & how does he know my name? Oh that's right, public records, & the internet make it impossible to keep much of anything confidential.......
I'm cautious, & slightly curious all at the same time!
He continues with information about my family & myself, this makes me really uncomfortable. I can feel myself loosing interest in getting reeled in by a con artist, I tell him, "I'm busy now, & I'm not interested!" Can you believe the door shut all by itself?
Not too long afterwards I hear another knock at my front door. The dog is going off in an "Under no condition are you getting past me warning!" & I'm having trouble holding her back. Daisy wants whoever is at the door for lunch!!!
Finally, I get her to back off, & when I open the front door here is the same man, but now he's with a lady. She is dressed well, very business like, & this time she does all the speaking!
"Before you decide to shut the door again, please hear me out!" She introduces herself, & her companion. I'm thinking,The National Con Artist Headquarters are now teaming it! "We are here to inform you that your ticket has come up, & you have just won the $346,209,772.00 lottery!"
Now they have my undivided attention!
They show me all the documentation, & ask for nothing in return. Not my social security number, or a check to cover processing fees, nor my underwire size. That's good because I wouldn't want to give them my underwater size!
When they left, I was given a handful of documents to show my husband, & my attorney. I was to contact the lottery office the following week for the finalization of the papers, & photos of their newest winner.
Oh My Gosh, that would be me!
My head was reeling, I felt dizzy, & anxious all at the same time. I'm all alone, & I have to tell someone what just happened. Les is at a concert, I won't be able to talk to him for three more hours. I call my daughter, Tracy, she's at work, but I'm hopeful she'll pick up! Damn it's her voice mail. Ok my son Chris. He's not home either. One left, my son Dennis.....ringing, ringing...."Hi Mom, what's going on?"
" Dennis, I just won the lottery!" I'm half screaming because I know he's in the car, & on his way to work!
"Mom y....br...k....g up, I ....n't he.r a t...g ..ur saying."
"Cr...a..p! Dennis can you hear me now? Dennis, Dennis! Can you hear me?"
Just then line goes dead! I try calling him back without any luck. I'm now in a frenzy, a nervous reck, all the meditation in the world won't help me now!
About 45 minutes later my daughter returns my call, & we both scream, & yell.
"Mom, I can't believe it, what are you going to do with all that money?" I could hear her in the background yelling to my son-in-law, John. "Mom, do you think I could borrow some money?" I'm thinking, that didn't take long! I can hear her laughing on the other end of the phone.
"Let's all get together for dinner tonight," I say my, "treat!"
"Sounds good Mom, we'll come to your house! Where, & when did you buy your lottery ticket?"
"Well honey, that's the thing, I don't remember buying one!"