Monthly Archives: November 2007


During my days working in Germany many years ago I was introduced to the American Thanksgiving Celebration. I was invited to share in the preparations for, and partake in, the special family meal that was central to the day. All the family members made decorations for the house or the table.


I loved the idea that all were included and encouraged to use their talents. Using talents is an expression of thanks. We all have talents even if they are not clearly visible to us personally.

Why can’t Christmas be more like Thanksgiving? Lose the commercialism and dwell more on the things we have to be grateful for. The best present we can give another human being is Time.

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire. If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don’t know something, for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations, because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge, because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you’re tired and weary, because it means you’ve made a difference.

It’s easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfilment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive. Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.

To one and all I wish a Talent using Thanksgiving!

The Wardrobe

I suppose you think a wardrobe is for storing clothes?

One wet and windy winter’s afternoon the door burst open and a tornado landed in the middle of the living-room floor.

Before I had time to lift my eyes from my needlework a little voice demanded “What is my dad doing on the floor in the wardrobe?”

There was a loud rustling sound as Jack lowered the newspaper sufficiently to peer out over the top. With his glasses resting half way down his nose and not a sound or trace of a smile, he looked from the voice to me, wondering exactly what was going on.

“Your Daddy is here reading the paper so he can’t be in the wardrobe?” I said.

“He is! He’s on the floor in at the back of the wardrobe. Come and I will show you!”

There was nothing for it but to set my needlework down because when this young lady got something into her head the devil himself couldn’t shake her off course.

She took my hand and dragged me out of the room. The newspaper was lifted once more and I heard Jack quietly whistling behind it. Off I went to find out how a man got into my wardrobe.

Opening the door of the built in wardrobe she pointed into the darkness of the farthest corner. “Look he is in there, on The Floor!”

I moved the clothes along the rail to have a better view. Right enough her dad was on the floor propped against the wall at the back of the wardrobe. I carefully lifted him out and touched his face as I did so.

“Don’t put him back in there” she said, “I think you should hang him up on the wall”.

I did hang him that day, and he has had pride of place there ever since!


Elly’s Dad

Monday Monday.

Here I am back at my own puter and the words are behaving like my singing voice does these days. I open my mouth to sing and nothing – zilch comes out. Now I was never in any doubt of my lack of singing talent, but I always enjoyed singing along with the crowd or the radio.

The left ear is getting worse so if you want to whisper sweet nothings into my shell like, make it the right one. When I answer the phone, I am not greeted with “Good morning Grannymar, how are you?” No I hear “Oh Grannymar that is a dreadful cold you have!” My voice is hoarse and my throat is sore in the mornings.

So before the Elly wan starts nagging, I have phoned the Health Centre. Would you believe it, my GP has no appointments left this year! YES, I did say no appointments left this year. They did offer to ask her to phone me and she did within half an hour. She said it would be a good idea to be seen today so she gave me an appointment to see someone else this afternoon.

I wonder if they can do head transplants yet? If not I might ask if the do shotguns on the NHS. I have to do something ’cause it is very waring having to remember to keep the Toy boy on my right side.

So when next you hear from me I might be topless. Now that would make an interesting picture me driving home topless with my head on the passenger seat. Do you think the head will need a seatbelt?

Sing among yourselves for now….

Home once More

Grannymar is safely back in the bosom of her oneness, well it beats saying in the emptiness of Grannymar Gables!

On this day last week I heard the sad news of Cherry’s passing and spent most of the day rearranging appointments at this end, packing and preparing to head south. Knowing that I would have little time or access to my blog I set up the posts for the week. Thank you to every one who expressed sympathy or left a comment each day. Normal service should resume today or tomorrow.

I had company for dinner on Friday and they stayed until about 5.30pm yesterday. It was good to have them here and catch up on news that never seems to be passed on in phone calls or emails.

Today will be a quiet day dealing with emails and celebrating the good news of the safe arrival of 3 new babies in recent days. To all the families filled with the wonder and joy that new life brings I send my Congratulations and best wishes.

I hope the following never happens:


Who would be a Doctor?

After his exam the doctor said to David, “You appear to be in good health. Do you have any medical concerns you would like to ask me about?”

“In fact, I do,” said David” After I have sex I am usually hot and sweaty, and then, after I have it with her the second time, I am usually cold and chilly.”

After examining his elderly wife Roberta, the doctor said,

“Everything appears to be fine. Do you have any medical concerns that you would like to discuss with me?” Roberta replied that she had no questions or concerns.

The doctor then said to her: “Your husband had an unusual concern.

He claims that he is usually hot and sweaty after having sex with you the first time, and then cold and chilly after the second time. Do you know why?”

“Oh that crazy old fart,” she replied. “That’s because the first time is usually in July and the second time is in December.”

Be careful what you teach

Ten-year-old Lucy was staying with her grandmother, who always told her stories about the Bible. Then one day Lucy floored her grandmother by asking, “Which Virgin was the mother of Jesus: the Virgin Mary or the King James Virgin?


Molly aged five and her four-year-old brother Jamie, were sitting together in church. Jamie giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had had enough. “You’re not supposed to talk out loud in church.” “Why? Who’s going to stop me?” Jamie asked. Molly pointed to the back of the church and said, “See those two men standing by the door? They’re hushers.”

Thursday Special ~ I’M A SENIOR CITIZEN!

I’m the life of the party…… even if it lasts until 8 p.m.

I’m very good at opening childproof caps… with a hammer.

I’m usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.

I’m awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.

I’m smiling all the time because I can’t hear a thing you’re saying.

I’m very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over…

I’m aware that other people’s grandchildren are not nearly as cute as mine.

I’m so cared for — long term care, eye care, private care, dental care.

I’m not really grouchy,

I just don’t like traffic, waiting, crowds, lawyers, loud music, noisy kids, barking dogs, politicians and a few other things I can’t seem to remember right now.

I’m sure everything I can’t find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.

I’m wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that’s just my left leg.

I’m having trouble remembering simple words like…….

I’m beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.

I’m sure they are making adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become policemen?

I’m wondering, if you’re only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?

And, how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?

I’m a walking storeroom of facts….. I’ve just lost the key to the storeroom door.

Yes, I’m a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life!

Now would you believe it?

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be.

Folklore would have us believe that in the 1500’s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odour, hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all were the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water..

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof when it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying ‘It’s raining cats and dogs’.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, hence the saying, ‘Dirt poor’. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold

Now what do you think?

A Mother’s Love

It is with a heavy heart I share with you the news of the death of Cherry, dearly loved mother of George my Son-in Law.

I have only known Cherry for the past three years and was drawn to her open friendly nature. Elly was introduced shortly after she met George and was immediately accepted and loved by Cherry and indeed all the family.

Cherry had a lovely home and was at her happiest when, like a mother hen she had all the family round her table. She was privileged to see her family grow, increase and multiply and I was honoured to witness and be part of a large happy family gathering round her table last Christmas.

May Cherry rest easily now her suffering is over and my prayer for Sam her husband, George and all the family is to find acceptance in the warm happy memories and love of a very special wife and mother.

God’s Masterpiece Is Mother

God took the fragrance of a flower…
The majesty of a tree…
The gentleness of morning dew…
The calm of a quiet sea…
The beauty of the twilight hour…
The soul of a starry night…
The laughter of a rippling brook…
The grace of a bird in flight…
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when his masterpiece was through
He called it simply – Mother.

Herbert Farnham