Wonder

There is light ahead, a purplish hue.

I wonder if it’s a good sign

for the year that is new.

Beyond the trees I see a few stars

Twinkling greetings with beams of light.

My ancestors from afar.

Will they bring us good fortune and peace

As they guide us through this dark night?

In time we shall see.

We shall see.

Sunday Will Never Be the Same

Each day of the week has its own style.  Also its own memories of how those days were spent.

Sundays always stood out as different from other days throughout my life.  The years of Sundays as a child were not the same as those as an adult, but did have similar feelings.

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As a child, Sundays were about going to mass with mom and my sisters.  I did the whole catechism thing.  As years went by, instead of Sunday mornings, we went on Saturday evening, eventually as a teen I went by myself.

But Sunday afternoons were the best.  Our uncle (mom’s brother) would visit for the day.  We always looked forward to seeing him.  He was good to us kids.

We never had a car as I was growing up.  Our uncle would drive us around on Sundays.  If the weather was good, we would go to a local park to play.  It always felt so fun to ride around to see the town.

After an afternoon of fun, the best part was next: ice cream and soda pop!  He would buy what we wanted, then we would feast at home.  Yum! Yum!

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On Sunday evenings after all the activity was done, I would start to feel quite sad, especially if it was during the school years.  I always dreaded returning to school the next day.  I wanted every day to be a Sunday.

In late Decembers of yore, our uncle would stick around just after dark so he could drive us around to see the Christmas decorations all over town!  Wow!  I still get emotional when I hear the song “Silver Bells” as it always reminds me of those evenings.  The lights, the colors, all the decorations were so much more than we ever could afford.  But I was grateful to see it.  I was fascinated!  That magical feeling sticks with me today when I see Christmas decorations - the awe and wonder of a child.  I wish more people would give in to their inner child during the holiday season.       Theresa M

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Merry Christmas and 

Happy Whatever Holidays 

you celebrate! 🎄 ☃️ 🎁 💝            

Post Script

As much as I like to write this blog, after five years I think it’s time to take a break.  Long or short, I want to step back and maybe read again some of my previous posts.  I don’t know what else to write about, although I really would like to work on some more fables.

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Feel free to read any of these posts.  At the right, there is a list of years, click on, then months, click on, then see each post from that month.  Also on the right, under the years, is “Posts ABC List”  another way to look up a title you might be interested in.  Although I didn’t make it easy for you from there - you can’t click on the title from the ABC list.  I couldn’t figure out how to set that up!  I’ve tried to keep it all simple here, but you can at least see what month/year a specific title is listed under.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this blog.  It’s staying up for a few more years.  It’s been a pleasure preparing this, writing, typing it up, searching for meaningful pictures to go with each post.

 

Blessings to all.  Thank you. 🙏❤️        Theresa M

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