Such a peculiar year
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Rosie’s Ramblings
Rosie Morgan
Remembering special folks is always a good thing in my book, and I give double kudos to Agatha Christie, the investigative murder mystery writer with such an imagination. She was born September 15, 1890, 11 years before my nanny and 12 before my lovely grandad. Such achievements are so grand when they happen prior to what we have today in technology or even television.
Keeping things that are given to us by special ones in our lives helps keep their memory alive. Like the needlework box that my nanny helped to put together for me when I wanted to begin sewing at about age 4; she searched through her meager belongings, not much saved after the house fire destroyed my grandparents’ home in 1930. Grandad worked hard as a plumber/fitter and managed to save enough for the deposit and bought the house on Brixham Crescent where the rest of his children and I were born. I am remiss; my nanny found a small pair of hand-sewing scissors, a few odd buttons and some odd strips of eyelet lace, and a tin lined with back paper to hold the dressmaking pins she shared from her large container.
Ron met Ed Reid at Brown Nursing Home while there for his physical therapy in 2019. Ed is still a resident, and they remained friends. Ed’s brother moves with his job, all over the U.S. Ed’s brother made one of these moves last week and stopped by to visit Ed twice while he was home in Alex City for the week. This just made Ed’s week; he has a really good family and usually stays uplifted and has a smile ready.
It seems that this new Delta strain of the COVID-19 family of viruses is worse than the original and now has been found in every state, so some of us have chosen to continue our confinement unless we truly need something. Thank goodness most of us living in the South have a cozy front porch where we can enjoy the beautiful sunshine and these wonderful cooler days as we move into autumn.
This has been the strangest year, so much illness and so much rain. Again I know many of us feel so sad and sympathetic for those that had water damage, most homes and even loved ones, just as we feel sadness for the military 13 that were killed unnecessarily because of our president’s failure with decisions. It seems everyone I speak to is ashamed that the great U.S.A. left military, green card holders and many children, plus so many bad weapons for the bad folks in the Middle East to use against us and didn’t even get our military out, the ones that work and give their lives for our keeping the freedoms we have learned are possible. Leaving them in a country that lives mostly in the dark ages, like stoning people to death. We pray for all of them and hope some kind of miracle will bring them home safely.
We are so lucky that the twentieth year after the September 11 killings, that there were no problems or bombings. I was concerned, as the possibility was advertised by the media so much, and also our president, as he just “knew” the Afghanis would reap some sort of proud revenge. It’s hard enough just to relive it each year; it’s just too sad. I was in England for my brother Maurice’s wedding. Ron wondered if I would get home okay; there were lots of long queues in the airport, and everyone was afraid of everyone else.
If you would like to be at one with God and nature you can attend the speaker this Sunday, September 19, at Church in the Pines, when John Hill from Flint Hill Methodist Church in Alex City will be the guest speaker, and it runs from 9 a.m. to 9:45 a.m. Just one more Sunday, then the regularly arranged speakers will be off for the colder months, re-opening in May.
Leaving you with a very sweet quote from one of my favorite film stars, Robert Duval, “If you don’t daydream and kind of plan things out in your imagination, you never get there. So you have to start someplace.”
That is why I think night-dreams, as well as day-dreams, are wonderful things for planning the future, don’t you think?
I hope only good things come your way this week, and if you are feeling badly health-wise, hope you make a full and complete recovery.
Until next time, keep smiling; they are usually returned right away, and remember your mask to keep you safe.
Remember, if you have news to share or a celebration, just call me at 256-234-0957 or send me a short email to Smanorlady@gmail.com. I will be happy to share with the readers.