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Rosie’s Ramblings
Rosie Morgan
Here we are with Halloween, a super time to dress up and be seen, for the children of course. All kinds of pre-made costumes are available in the ready-made style; you just have to work with the extras that make it magical.
When my son, Jamie, was young, I made or put together his costumes, but couldn’t afford to purchase ready-made ones. Then later, he decided to make his own; once it was Frankenstein, and he made a papier-mâché mask for his head, face and the top of his head, in one piece. It took a week to make, and he couldn’t wait to get his costume on; he was so proud of what he had made.
Then he liked not so scary things, and one year he was Evil Knievel, then a Dallas Cowboy football player. It’s such a fun time for children, especially for the girls that want sweet pretty things, and used to be so safe.
Many years ago, shortly after delivered of a stillborn baby, I received a very lovely poem in the mail that was about babies; children and adults sometimes are like the rosebuds that don’t fully open, or make a proper bud to open to their full beauty, and God will call them home early to take extra care of them. The thoughtfulness behind that poem that a friend took the time to mail it touched my soul. Although I don’t recall the exact words, I recall the meaning, and it does make sense. Although we are swimming in a sea of sadness, it is sometimes quite difficult to understand. I now always think of the St. Jude Hospital and all the children that suffer with cancer; that just shouldn’t be. But, we must take life as it comes, and do what we can while we can.
I’m here to tell you that the news reports seemed to be exaggerating about the lack of food available. They must have done some deep digging through large warehouses, as I found the shelves where I shopped this week were fuller than last week. President Biden says he doesn’t know how to make it better. Trump did, and all Biden has to do is get our pipeline going again so oil can be refined for the people of the USA, and tell the other countries that we no longer need to borrow from them. Plus it will give jobs to those that want them. You may have noticed plenty of “help wanted,” but they don’t get filled, and our debt continues.
The powers that be just don’t set a good example on how to manage money and live within your personal means.
My brother Maurice was born on October 21. I will never forget that date; he and I were like peas in a pod. Plus we always miss those we love. I got a phone call that day from my friend and close neighbor around the corner, Peggie Sue Ott, to relate the news that her son Kenny Wayne Ott (57) had died. Kenny Wayne had fought illness and breathing problems for quite some time, and Peggie had nurtured him at her home for about six months. So very sad for this family, but Kenny did get to see and meet the children of his three children.
A few years ago, the Otts lost his brother Chuck Ott, and he was cared for by his mother all of his life, he was 51, and now the loss of their second child. The boys do leave several lovely (and smart) grandchildren, and the parents, Pete and Peggie Sue Ott, and they are a very loving, sweet and giving couple living right here in Nixburg. Please remember this extended family in your prayers. The family, per Kenny Wayne’s wishes, had a small graveside memorial at Nixburg Baptist Church this past Sunday.
Hoping you enjoy this lovely weather with the beauty of the sunshine, and until next week, keep smiling.
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.