Baking Cookies

Daily Prompt:  Uniform

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Do you bake Christmas cookies?  I hate to admit this, but I am the worlds worst cookie maker.  See how pretty these cookies look?  Mine are never this nice.  I can’t even manage to get my chocolate chip cookies to be uniform in shape and size.  How pathetic is that?

Through the years I worked at night.  So when it came time for holiday baking, my husband would bake the cookies with my kids.  They hated when I was home to join in because I made such a mess of the cookies.  I can bake pies, cakes, but I just don’t have the magic touch for cookies.

When Gary and I married, his mother gave me all of the cookie recipes she had made over the years.  Many of them were from Gary’s grandmother.  I tried to make them the first year we were married.  My husband, what a trooper, never complained once about the terrible cookies I made for him.  The next year when I had moved to nights at the hospital, he was just a little too anxious to take over the Christmas cookie baking.

When my oldest grew up she began baking the cookies with her dad.  Once or twice I attempted to help and was told that I could line the cookie sheets with parchment paper and the tins that we kept them in for storage.

Absolutely everyone I know can make beautiful, delicious cookies.  I’m not sure where I was when that talent was handed out, but I sure missed the boat.  So after all these years I have decided to forgo the task of cookie baking and just be a taster.

Wanda

Brassy

Daily Prompt:  Brassy

 

Before when I was little
I used to play outside.
My friends and I would lay in grass
Looking for objects in the sky.
We’d see castles with towers
And animals romping free
Then dream of our futures
And what they might be.

My future is now my present
And not quite what I’d dreamed.
It’s better than I had imagined
Filled with joy and family.
We gather often to celebrate
Our accomplishments every one.
The noise, quite deafening
Sounds brassy to us all.

Beginnings

Daily Prompt:  Portion

When we are born into a family, we have no say in who that family is. We depend on this family for all of our needs. As we grow, we develop a relationship with our family and they lovingly teach us everything we need to know about our life.

Soon we learn how to interact with our bigger family. Our cousins, playmates and neighbors. Without realizing it, we are having our personalities shaped by our evolving environment. We learn to make the right choices about who and what we want and like.

Then we begin our formal education. Going to school introduces us to many new influences. Our teachers and classmates all make an impression on us. Sometimes that impression is not acceptable to how our family has raised us. When we share that impression with our parents, they lovingly discipline us.

After learning all of the lessons we have been taught growing up, we are in a position to make decisions on how we wish to spend our lives. What career to choose, who we marry and where we will live. We carve out our portion of life with the knowledge that our family loves and supports us and so we can achieve anything.   This, of course, is the ideal situation.

I realize that we are all not this fortunate. My early family life left a lot to be desired. My grandmother came into the picture and worked hard to give me the love and support I needed to grow into the woman I am today. I do have memories from when I lived with my mother who was not capable of taking care of children due to her issues, but I choose not to permit them to do any more damage to my life. I think that what I can recommend to anyone who has not had the ideal start in life is to not let those circumstances make you bitter and cynical as an adult. Fight to break the chain of unhappiness and reach for happiness and love. It’s not easy, but it’s so worth the struggle.

Wanda

Genealogy

Daily Prompt:  Trace

Several years ago my youngest daughter gave me a genealogy program for Christmas. It was her plan that we would work on our family tree together. I started fooling around with the program myself and immediately got hooked on tracing my ancestors. Unfortunately, my daughter wound up not working on it with me. She had just graduated from college and was getting settled in her career.

After a few years I found that the program she had given me was outdated. It was then that I transferred all of the research I had done to Ancestry. After my daughter married she and her husband joined me in working on our heritage.

There isn’t much more that excites me than tracing my ancestors across Europe. I have gotten back to the eleventh century in England on my father’s side. I find that so exciting. On my mother’s side, I have hit two brick walls one in Germany the other in Ireland. I dream about traveling to those places one day to find my ancestors there.

If you have never tried to trace your ancestors, I highly recommend it. You might be surprised at who you are related to.

Wanda

Happy Memorial Day

Daily Prompt:  Detonate

If you live in the United States you are more than likely celebrating Memorial Day.  Today we remember those who have served our country to preserve our freedom.  It also signifies the beginning of summer.  There are parades, picnics and in Miami Beach this weekend there is an air show.

My son lives in South Beach right on the beach.  He called me yesterday to tell me about the air show going on right along the beach.  While we were on the phone, I heard a loud boom.  It sounded like a bomb had been detonated.   Gary told me that a stealth bomber had just passed by his building and he was standing on his balcony watching the show.

I was sorry I was not there to see those planes in action.  He went on to tell me that there were numerous boats anchored right off shore to watch the show.  I was concerned that my granddaughter, who is only fifteen months old would be frightened by the loud noise. Thankfully she was with her mommy at a birthday party away from the beach.

I really think it would be cool to take a ride in one of those stealth bombers.  It would certainly be the ultimate amusement park ride, don’t you think?

Happy Memorial Day and thank you to those who have served.

Wanda

 

Smile

Daily Prompt:  Radiate

Of all the physical characteristics we humans have our smile is the one which shows our inner self the most.  It radiates our warmth, our happiness and our determination to achieve what makes our hearts soar.  It shows our fellow man our acceptance, our sense of humor and our joy.

I cannot imagine what our world would be without our leading with a smile.  Even in sadness, our smile pushes through as we see hope through that sadness.  That’s what our smiles are mostly, an outward sign of hope.  Hope in the future.  Hope in our indomitable humanity.  Hope in our faith of what is to come.

Wanda

 

 

The Latest

I was driving to Florida yesterday on my way to visit my friend from high school.  Her husband had surgery and I came down to give her a hand so she can return to work.

While driving through South Carolina I picked up a Virginia radio station.  I still am not sure which program was on but it was a talk show.  Apparently there is a new law in Virginia which will make it mandatory for schools to teach teenagers how to handle being pulled over by police while driving.

Let me tell you that the host of the show was beside himself because as he put it “the responsibility of safety from police misconduct will fall on the children.”  What a farce! I really got the impression that he wanted to just stir things up.  In no way was police being trained to deal with teens behind the wheel something that was off the table.  He insinuated that the police were the trained professionals but that in only 6 months you could become a cop and he felt that was insufficient.  I wonder what he thinks about becoming parents.  There is no training for that.  Maybe that’s where we should start.

In most incidents with teenagers driving and being pulled over there is zero respect shown to the officer.  Now I am not saying that there aren’t a portion of bad police, just as there is a portion of teens that are respectful.  But, have you noticed the complete lack of respect for authority in this country today?  Just walking through the mall and hearing the way children talk to not only their parents, but to each other.  It’s appalling.

The co-host of the show said that the person who was responsible for initiating the law said she did so because she had had many conversations with her husband and son regarding being stopped by the police and their son’s  behavior expected by them if that should happen.  The son stated that many of his friends parents didn’t have any conversations with them about being respectful.  In an attempt to keep teens from being injured or worse she thought that while learning to drive in school this would be a beneficial endeavor for the safety not only for the children but also the police.

I was becoming furious as I was driving 70 miles an hour down 95.  I finally had to turn it off.  All the host did was belittle the idea of giving the kids a perspective on traffic stops.  Of course when I tried to call into the station I couldn’t get through.  It’s probably a good thing.  My feel is that if parents were responsible and taught their kids respect from the time they were little, there probably wouldn’t be many episodes of teens being manhandled by police.

For too long parents have undermined the authority of the police and the teachers in the schools.  I wanted to ask this man if a person is any less dead if the one pulling the trigger is a kid?  Our culture has turned into one of irresponsibility where anything goes and you can do whatever you want no matter how it affects anyone else.  Then authority is blamed for the consequences.

OK, I am off my soapbox.  It is wonderful to be here with Dottie and Frank.  I think I’ll go sit by the pool for a bit and cool off.

Wanda

Just An Idea

Daily Prompt:  Collaboration, Hospitality, Final, Maze and Pink

It was the last week of school. I was just about at the end of my tolerance for finals. What’s the point I wondered. Does a letter grade really define me? If I don’t achieve that A will I really be a nothing? I think that’s a terrible way to evaluate someone. I can’t say that I was seeing red, but maybe a shade of pink. Anyway, I am almost done with this until the same time next semester.

As I traversed the pink maze I began to see that others were also having second thoughts about the need for achieving these insignificant grades. Well, I think they are insignificant and I bet you do too, don’t you? No? Ok maybe they are necessary, maybe for some things anyway. I concede there needs to be a way to measure what you have learned during a given period of time in order to know what you are ready for in the next period of time. But, the emphasis on a grade leaves me feeling unfulfilled.

I have always loved going to school. I love to learn. What I don’t love is the stress of finals or the stress of attaining a specific grade. It has been my experience that one can be a wonderful student with a 4.0 GPA and a failure in your chosen field. The ablility to learn from books does not equate to being proficient in practice.

My idea would be a collaboration with education and practical experience. This would support what knowledge you gleaned from study and be hospitable to practical experience. I also think college should be deferred until after spending a year doing some sort of service work or a stint in the service. It gives kids a chance to mature a little so they are more apt to dedicated themselves to higher education.

Wanda

The Door

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I heard a noise the other night
It came from behind my door.
It made me think of my childhood
I was only three or four.

A noise would wake me up and then
I’d look around my room
To see if all was well in there
As fear crept over me.

Then I’d get out of bed
And lean against my door
I would hear Mommy yelling at Daddy again
My heart would hurt some more.

I tried to listen for a while
Then got back into bed
Still crying from the pain I felt
I wondered what would happen next

Then Daddy left for work
And I tried to understand
Was it my fault they were fighting?
Or was Mommy drinking again.

I wanted to run and hug them both,
And beg them to stop fighting
And tell them how much I loved them
But fear kept me in my bed.

I wasn’t supposed to know,
What was going on
So I said a little prayer
Asking God to fix it all.