Many people keep gratitude or blessings journals. I think a good question to consider are the things that bring you happiness that don’t involve another person. Lots of us would say a cup of coffee!
I was doing my annual switching of summer clothes to winter and pulled out my sock drawer. I immediately smiled. I love my variety of socks. They make me happy. Since it’s gotten cooler, I can wear them, and I have a very nice fall selection!
I remember a fellow teacher saying that writing with a sharpened pencil made her happy. The first snowfall makes a lot of kids happy! I would love to hear from my readers where you find little pockets of joy!
I think this year I’ll be a Grammar Witch for Halloween. As you can see I have a beautiful hat to wear. I know teaching language arts for over twenty years has made my ears sensitive to improper grammar, but honestly, can’t the writers of Hallmark movies get their pronouns right?
It’s pretty simple. Me is never the subject of a sentence. Me doesn’t go to the store and giving me a friend doesn’t change anything. I go to the store, and Jill and I go to the store. Easy, right? Me receives. Give it to me. Give it to Jill and me (Not I). For football fans, think of me receiving a pass!
I’ll be a nice witch who gives lots of candy, and I’ll keep my evil cackling to a minimum. But if I hear bad grammar, I’m casting a correction spell! I will banish any trick or treater who I hear say, “Do you wanna go with?” This seems to be the new ‘hip’ expression. To me it’s an incomplete thought. Is it that difficult to say “with me”? Beware! I’ll be listening!
Bram Stoker was the first to write about garlic as a way to ward off vampires. I think it was because garlic made this Irish author sick. Garlic can cause nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. It also can make one’s throat itch and constrict. That’s what happens to me because I’m allergic to it.
Garlic was used by the Greeks and Egyptians for medicinal purposes and to ward off evil spirits. Stoker would have drawn upon this information when he decided that it could be used against vampires. I like to think he had a more personal experience with the smelly herb. Hey! It’s possible!
To me, garlic is scary. I react even to the smell of it. I was buying fresh produce at an outdoor stand this summer and there was a small basket of garlic by the cash register. My throat started to itch and I began to cough. The stuff is deadly! I can understand Dracula fleeing from the smell.
I know most people love garlic. I’m aligning myself with Dracula and avoiding it!
I grew up playing with dolls, and I still love dolls. I have eight granddaughters and only a few love dolls. They prefer stuffed animals. Three of the granddaughters were visiting and I was told my dolls were scary. I was shocked! How could they all of a sudden be frightening?
Apparently they had seen a movie about a possessed doll and the doll named Emily looked like the doll in the movie. (Doll in the middle) I was asked to put her in the closet so they didn’t have to see her. I think being put in a dark closet is scary. At least they didn’t want me to go in the closet with Emily.
My former students (eighth graders) asked me to read a book about a possessed doll. I read it and liked it. I didn’t remember the name, so I googled books about possessed dolls. I found the title Bad Girls Don’t Die and was amazed at the number of books with this theme. Goodreads listed 128.
No wonder children now find dolls scary. I hope writers don’t decide to write about possessed teddy bears or about bacteria ridden blankies! I slept with my dolls every night and spent hours playing teacher and doctor with them. They were my silent friends, and I’m glad I never encountered a book about a possessed doll.
The teacher in me says, Be glad kids are reading! but it makes me sad. On the upside, I doubt if the American Girl Dolls have lost any sales over the scary doll books. Everyone knows they wouldn’t be possessed!
Gardeners become well acquainted with the critters who visit their yards. Deer, chipmunks, voles, groundhogs, rabbits and squirrels all enjoy my garden.
Last week I watched a cute little squirrel turning, twisting and chattering on the top of my split rail fence. A rabbit was sitting in the grass watching. The rabbit never moved. It just sat and watched. Its ears did twitch a time or two. The squirrel entertained for ten minutes and then a loud noise scared both the entertainer and audience away. It was unbelievably cute!
Picture books are filled with cute, smart animals that talk and say cute things. I can imagine what the squirrel said to the rabbit. The squirrel asked what the rabbit had enjoyed for breakfast (petunias) and the rabbit asked the same of the squirrel (tulip bulbs). The squirrel then asked if rabbit wanted to see his new routine. He told her a few jokes and then did his fluffy tail dance. All very cute, except they had once again eaten my flowers!
The ground hog likes my green peppers, the deer devours my lilies, Victor Vole eats bulbs and digs tunnels. The chipmunks won in the battle over my strawberry patch, so I no longer have strawberries.
My dad was a farmer and years ago when I complained about all the critters in my yard, he just smiled and said, Plant more, they need to eat too. Besides, they’ll win every time! So I plant more!
I grew up hearing that saying a lot! Today I learned there was more to this ancient proverb. I read “Speech is silver and Silence is golden,” is just part of the proverb and the source is unknown.
I enjoy silence. It allows me to think. Ideas create stories. Reading in silence allows for images to form. When it is quiet, I can make connections between things I’ve seen, experienced or read.
I don’t understand people who run or walk with earbuds. They are missing out on what is around them. Birds do sing, people say hello and little children laugh! All those wonderful things can be heard on a walk through my neighborhood.
Even though I value my golden silence, I also value the silver sounds of nature and loved ones voices. I suspect there are others who share my feelings.
Weekends frequently mean doughnuts. Someone who has dieted all week long will succumb to the sight and smell of a doughnut. My husband loves doughnuts, so he is a bad influence on me.
I did a little research this week and learned that doughnuts were brought to America by Dutch settlers. The center of the fried dough goodies didn’t get done, so nuts or dried fruit were put in the center to solve the problem. A 16 year old named Hanson Gregory said he punched a hole in the cake with a tin box in 1847 while steering a trading ship. He later showed his mother how to eliminate the gooey center and the doughnut was born!
Doughnuts didn’t become popular in the United States until after WWI. Soldiers had been given them while overseas, and when they came home they wanted doughnuts. Shops began selling them, but it wasn’t until 1920 that a doughnut machine was invented. Adolph Levitt owned a pastry shop in New York City and had difficulty keeping up with the theater goers desire for doughnuts. So out of necessity, Levitt invented a machine that would speed up the process.
If I’ve made you want a doughnut, remember to buy extra because they freeze really well. Glazed are my favorite and I heat them for ten seconds in the microwave. For me, a doughnut is worth the calories!
The Ruby-throated Hummingbirds have left my yard and headed for Mexico.
After frenzied eating, the hummingbirds have begun their long journey southwest. I just returned from Texas and on an airplane it took over two hours.
The trip made me wonder how a little hummingbird could get some relief from that long flight. A fun picture book would show a hummingbird hanging on to a kite, sitting on a hot air balloon, and instead of flying across the Gulf of Mexico, it could rest on the mast of a sailboat.
I am always sad to see my little friends leave, and I eagerly look forward to their return next April. I remember the film The Red Balloon that floated from place to place without popping. Maybe there is a wayward party balloon that will give Henri Hummer a ride.
OH-IO! Is a familiar cry during football season in Ohio. Fall and football go together. Growing up in Columbus I cheered for the Bobcats on Friday night, the Buckeyes on Saturday, and on Sunday my family rooted for the Browns.
One would think I knew the game pretty well with all that cheering and watching, but unfortunately I didn’t. My understanding of the game occurred when one of my sons starting playing football. He put on a helmet at age ten and wore one until he graduated from college. That was a lot of football games, and I finally learned the game! Once I fully understood what I was watching, I became a real fan.
I know people throughout America love their football teams, but if you live in Columbus, Ohio, the team that reigns over all the others is the BUCKEYES! I proudly say “OH” do I hear an “IO”?
A standard English class question is, What is the author’s purpose? The answers to choose from are: to entertain, explain, inform or persuade. We all write for a variety of purposes. Leaving a list of chores for someone has a very specific purpose!
In Hummingbirds, Pennies, and Hope, I created characters with real life experiences of seeing hummingbirds, finding pennies, and receiving messages from deceased loved ones. The main character is a teenage girl, Anna, who does a report on angels which leads to surprising consequences. The book entertains, informs, and I hope is inspirational!
Since I enjoy learning as well as being entertained, I researched Johnny Appleseed (John Chapman) when I wrote In God We Trust. I learned that the apples he planted were not for eating, but for making cider. Water wasn’t always available, so the settlers made cider. The main character, Ted Song, is an Anointed One which means he possess extraordinary gifts and he learns a lot about John Chapman when he is sent to Maple Grove, Ohio.
