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I was born in Boston in 1950...lived there on Summer St?...(or was it Winter St?) one year, then moved to Merritt Ave, Braintree. It was a brand new street of 9-10 small house lots down each side of it, and it sloped down to a woods & creepy peat bog beyond. Just a few houses, at the top of the hill, had been built. We were about 4 houses down...white picket fence down 1 side & across the front somewhat...& a waist high barberry hedge the rest of the way across the front & down the other side...& down the backyard... the back of which was open to the "deep enchanted woods." A driveway was down the right side circling to the garage, that was under the house in the back. Two flowering crab apples took up the front yard on either side of the flagstone walkway leading to the typical Grey Cape. On the left of the house, the front yard was separated from the back yard, by a white picket fence with, a flag stone path, winding down & through a wooden arch, covered in climbing roses. In the center of the arch, nestled in the rose-twines, was a bluebird house. (loved watching those bluebirds)
The back yard, though tiny, had a fieldstone fireplace (lots of scrumptious cookouts from that fireplace), & was shaded by a huge Catalpa tree in the back corner, & an apple by the turnaround at the driveway. Set back, and arranged along the edge of the driveway turnaround was a wooden sand box, then a swing set, then a wooden double love seat swing (facing each other with the platform in between). And...my father & mother created it all with their own 2 hands...my brother & I helped where we could.
When we moved there the rest of the houses still had to be built. My mother would put me in the front of the yard in a playpen, & I would watch the trucks going up & down hauling dirt & whatever. Somehow I learned if I did the "arm pulling thing" the trucks would blow their air horns. The few neighbors that were there (mostly empty-nesters) got fed up. The constant rumbling of trucks was annoying enough, so I was banished to the back yard; but not before embedding a love for the building industry.
My 5 year old brother (Russell) had to have his appendix out, (in those days they cut you almost all the way across the stomach to do an appendectomy) the very day he got home from the hospital, my mother found him, like a monkey, swinging & hanging from the branches of the back yard apple tree.
Every summer holiday, and some weekends in between, the entire street got together to go to Nantasket, Salisbury, or Revere Beach. Then we all gathered (mostly at our house because of the stone fireplace) for an evening BBQ. Week days were spent with all the kids playing in each others back yards, and all over the (secluded dead-end) street. The moms all got together for morning coffee at each others kitchens, which was good to have a panel of "Dr. Moms", because at least one of us kids, randomly, would get a hole poked in them by one thing or another (dropping heavy toys down the laundry chute while another watched at the bottom... needing stitches & almost loosing an eye; or tug-a-war with the metal sprinkler and the winner getting slammed in the head when the other let go... needing stitches & almost loosing an eye;...Ooo....Ooo...the time we were building a tree-house in the "enchanted woods" & Jackie Rodgers was hammering, and dropped the hammer claw first, on my head... almost losing a piece of brain). Man,...we had some "GREATEST" times.
Yes...yes...yes...it was a cross between "Donna Reed" & "Wisteria Lane". (Stuff happened...but the housewives weren't desperate...It really was more like "Leave it to Beaver")
(to be continued....)
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I DO BELIEVE FOOD IS MEDICINE...
I decided in high school to never take pharmaceuticals, and that takes a lot of prevention. So I have been a student of so many of the cooperative Doctors. Dr's Andy Weil, Deepak Chopra, Fehrman, Mercola, Christianne Northrup, etc.... and now Dr. Oz. I tape him every day & transcribe to a journal, what pertaines to women 62+ (or my necessities). I follow cooperative Eastern Medicine. I do believe, to the core of my existence, that food, definitely is medicine, and the first resort for any malady; and the first line of defence for preventing any & all diseases. I have only had to take pharmaceuticals 3 times since high school; penicillin twice for impacted wisdom teeth, then Prednisone & Acyclovir for the Bell's Palsy I came down with for Thanksgiving 2012. I went on line & faithfully did everything recommended to do & eat, & what not to do & eat. It has been all gone now since Christmas 2012, & according to my traditional Doctor, in record time. My Holistic doctor recently retired. We have an Ayurveda practitioner (husband/wife team) in my area, who is a Chiropractor & Holistic Doctor. I plan on checking them out. I feel it is good to do & take & eat what is holistic, but it is far more important to not do & take & eat what shouldn't be. I believe (through personal experience) the bad does cancels the good, never the other way around. So, as long as I am a healthy 60 something plus, feeling & acting like a 40 something.... I am sticking to, and gently recommending to others, what works for me, AND so many others; Super-foods & Ayurvedic & Holistic & Cooperative & Dr Oz, et al, as my first line of defense and offense. I have had debilitating pain from deteriorating joints. So, I am so thankful for the new technology in the modern amalgamation of East/West medicine & prevention; and the accessible teaching resources of television; PBS & all the doctor shows & the new food shows... I am turning into a fanatic when it comes to nutrition & health... Money is tight, I am 62, and I refuse to let my aging body restrict my fun and abilities, and I love to eat tooooo much... and I am more than satisfyingly creative with the good & "Super Foods", I am trying to restrict myself to... and... I prefer them. Who knew!!! We are so lucky here in the 21st century.
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But here’s the thing: we need a President who will find jobs for the 24 million Americans who can’t find full-time work. We need a President who will find health care for the 50 million Americans who can’t see a doctor when they are sick. We need a President who will find food for the 48 million Americans who need government assistance to feed themselves.
You find me a President like that, and I don’t care if she is a left-handed, gay, differently-abled, Latino Mormon. Or a Moslem, Buddhist, atheist, Protestant, Catholic or Jew.
Confident enough to go it alone, but gregarious enough to emerge as the life of the party, those who relate most to the moose appreciate all that goes into protecting important habitat. Moose rely on wild forests, meadows, lakes and streams, and likewise, those with a strong affinity for moose are in their own way the total package. They are lively and humorous, and know the secret to a long life is maintaining a sense of humor.
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Oh, Great Spirit, whose breathe gives life to all the world, whose voice I hear in the winds; I come to you as one of your many children. Hear me, I am weak and small. I need your strength and your wisdom. Teach me the lessons You have hidden under every leaf and rock. Make me strong. Not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy: MYSELF. Let me walk in beauty and ever behold the red an purple sunset. And when the setting sunset fades, may I come to You with clean hands, straight eyes, and no shame.
You are strong . . . .
when you take your grief and teach it to smile.
You are brave . . . .
when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.
You are happy . . . .
when you see a flower and give it your blessing.
You are loving . . . .
when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.
You are wise . . . .
when you know the limits of your wisdom.
You are true . . . .
when you admit, there are times you fool yourself.
You are alive . . . .
when tomorrow's hope means more to you than yesterday's mistake.
You are growing . . . .
when you know what you are but not what you will become.
You are free . . . .
when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control others.
You are honourable . . . .
when you find your honour is to honour others.
You are generous . . . .
when you can take as sweetly as you can give.
You are humble . . . .
when you do not know how humble you are.
You are thoughtful . . . .
when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.
You are merciful . . . .
when you forgive in others the faults, you condemn in yourself.
You are beautiful . . . .
when you don't need a mirror to tell you.
You are rich . . . .
when you never need more than what you have.
You are you . . . .
when you are at peace with who you are not.
Let us not seek perfection,
Because we are not perfect.
Let us not judge,
Because we are not gods.
Let us not dictate
Because we are not tyrants.
We are Human...
We Get Up...
We Reach Out...
We Let Go... but...
We Never GIVE UP.
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I am a Commercial Painting & Surface Finishing Contractor and a color & design specialist (paint, paper, faux, stencil, murals, floor decorating, etc). And I have a part-time job as a virtual call taker for a national call taking center. [there are several - the best source is womenforhire.com then click on "work from home."
We have always been a crafty family. I started working in desk jobs, but I have always been fascinated with old houses & restoring them since I was a little kid. I wanted my first house to be a fixer upper to turn into a Bed & Breakfast. I also have 25 years experience, kitchen prep, in restaurant & catering. I built new, a little "Cape Cod" house in the woods, & never got my Bed & breakfast. But in the mean time I felt the best way to learn to restore houses was to work as an apprentice for the sub contractors in the industry. Now, I do all surface coatings & finishings, minor repairs, staining, papering, stenciling, decorative plastering, Faux finish, murals, floor painting, minor electrical, & minor plumbing.
The second floor of my house I completed myself. It was already rough wired & plumbed, & windows roughed in. I insulated it myself, then the drywallers did the drywall. I installed the doors, floors, casings, outlets, lighting, toilet, vanity, & old fashioned footed bath tub. I had friends help me winch the tub up the stairs. Then I refinished it, & installed it. My father helped me miter the window casings. He designs & builds furniture, & the only electrical saw I have is a hand held rotary saw. I did all the rest myself alone. I hauled the wide-pine ship-lap floor boards through the upstairs window, one at a time. I miscalculated & had a lot of boards left over so I designed & made shutters for the house, I have 11 windows. I just fell in love with finish work, & wasn't happy doing any other job. And, I have done a lot, a lot, a lot of jobs.
Painting is a learned craft just like any other job in this world. It just takes practice, practice, practice. All my guys, I tell them, "I don't care if you are on one window the whole 8hr long day, as long as it is perfect... speed comes with time. As long as you concentrate on making each stroke perfectly... all of a sudden you are automatically going to pick up speed. If you concentrate on speed you will never acquire a skill nor an aptitude. It just can not happen." And I didn't care if the person had 20 years experience. I worked along side each & every one of them & offering tips, to become a better painter. They all thanked me, & told others... if you go to work for The Painter's Touch, you will learn to be a good Painter. When I am too old to do the work, I will dreadfully miss it.
I do other crafts as well. I had a booth at the Deerfield Fair for 13 years, selling my crafts. I made things all year long, entered some in the judging at the fair (always got a blue ribbon & once almost got "Best OF Fair", Oh, well) & sold the rest from my booth. I love to do Early American Primitive Painting (AKA Tole Painting), & I don't have much space in the house, so I painted the doors do the kitchen cupboards. So, I have an art gallery in the kitchen. And am painting the 4 seasons on the risers of the stairs from the 1st floor to the 2nd floor. Up at the top is asleep midnight midwinter. Then Spring then Summer to down at the bottom is asleep midnight late fall. There are 3 risers for each season. There are 13 risers, but I am leaving the very bottom one blank.
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.