Lately, I’ve had niggling thoughts in the back of my mind. I am fast approaching the age that my father was when he passed away. I am now twice the age than my too-soon-gone older brother. Ironic how neither seem so old now (at my advanced age), but a bit too young when they left. 😉
Funny. I don’t “think” old. But, sometimes I do “feel” old. 😉 No worries. I am actually looking forward and am grateful to tagging on another year. Because:
Truths: I have a very understanding and supportive partner; two healthy, beautiful daughters; a wonderful son-in-law and a most kind, smart and handsome grandson.
Truths: I get to see or speak to my mother and sisters everyday. I have a solid ‘you-can-count-upon’ group of friends. The list goes on.
Truths: I am happily and gainfully employed as an instructional technology resource teacher, I have a roof over my head and decent transportation.
Another year of Family, Love, Health, Happiness, Adventure. Those are the truths that sustain me.
Although September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month (I know it is October), I think awareness needs more than one month of the year. Cancer is the leading cause of death by disease among children in the United States. Unlike many adult cancers, childhood cancer isn’t linked to lifestyle or environmental factors; but by genetics or chance.
The good news is that with improved care and treatment over the past 30 years, survival rates have increased to 80%. Children treated for cancer are now surviving for 5 years or more after treatment. However, many long-term health issues and late side effects follow survivors as they age. Some late side effects may not show up until many years later: emotional troubles, secondary cancers, reproduction and sexual development, growth problems, cognitive loss, heart issues (and too many more). Once a child becomes an adult and leaves pediatrics it becomes a question of where do they go for followup? Adult oncology centers do not want a pediatric long term survivor – they are not new patients nor were they an adult when diagnosed. It can become a conundrum.
Her name was Miss Phoebe Darling and she gave us 13+ fantastically bouncy, bubbly years.
If you’ve ever met a Boston terrier, you know what I mean when I say she was an animated spitfire! She spent her early days playing tug-of-war, stealing borrowing her sister pup’s toys or bones and hiding them inside her crate, burrowing behind the sofa cushions to nap… In her elder years, she was a little slower, took more naps in the sun, cuddled more…
She slipped under my heart when I wasn’t paying attention. She was always emotionally there for me, always forgiving, always loyal. I miss her terribly.
Veterans Day originated as “Armistice Day” on November 11, 1919, the first anniversary of the end of World War I. Congress passed a resolution in 1926 for an annual observance, and November 11 became a national holiday beginning in 1938. Veterans Day pays tribute to all American veterans–living or dead–but especially gives thanks to living veterans who served their country honorably during war or peacetime. —History.com
Living in a military town you can’t go very far before stumbling upon one of the bases. The majority of students who attend my school has one (if not both) parent in the military. So, per tradition, today the school student-body walked over to the Veteran’s Day Parade on Atlantic Avenue.
By far, my parade favorites are the high school marching bands with their boisterous renditions. 😀 I hope you enjoy this short collage of high school bands. There’s just something about hometown parades!
Whether you commemorate Veterans Day, Armistice Day or Remembrance Sunday – thank you for your service.
With gratitude – – Joanne
source: History.com Staff. “Veterans Day Facts.” History.com. A&E Television Networks, 2009. Web. 11 Nov. 2016.
2015.Hmmm. . . It started with snow. A lot. We played rustic in atiny cabin. In more snow. 🙂 My family was healthy. George retired. Summer was idyllic. I learned how topreserve blueberries. Concerned about cut-backs at work, I promoted anonline shopfeaturing quilts and assorted vintage collectibles. Even with some fantastically hectic days, I was able to fulfill holiday orders on time. I acquired a new past-time; walking through a nearby maritime forest, which has proven to be quite restorative from the weekday rush. All in all, it was a good year. . . And it ended with humid, 80°F (27°C) weather. The botanicals are very confused.
As far back as I can remember my extended family (mother’s side) spent summers visiting North Carolina’s barrier islands. Carefree days running barefoot, rolling down sand dunes, poking sticks into sand fiddler holes, peddle-pushers and sun-bleached hair.
A few of us met up a week ago, jump-starting another summer. 🙂 It was lovely: sleeping in, dining alfresco, jacket weather, beachcombing, quiet. Alas, requisite “progress” has invaded. Yet, there is still a salty beauty: seagulls screaming, waves crashing, relentless sun, hot sand, shady porches. Give me a sun-faded cedar-shingled vintage cottage every day.