Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts

Monday, 4 July 2016

Monday (NO) Moanings - July 4, 2016

Keep the Celebrations Coming


A grand long weekend of Canada Day celebrations yields its place to a grand long weekend of birthday festivities for our neighbour to the south. So no moaning this day. Instead let's encourage each other onward in the great adventure called democracy. However vexing, frustrating and beleaguered it may be, it surely beats the alternative.

"With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world." 
Desiderata - Max Ehrmann c. 1920

Celebrate!

In tribute to my American family and friends I offer this post originally written in 2013, with some amendments.


Mom in 1921






My mother was born in Massachusetts in 1921 and grew up in Connecticut. She loved her homeland all her life, treasured her US passport and never let it go - much to my father's chagrin. He wanted her to adopt Canada, and though she lived here from their wedding day in 1944 until the day she died in 2010 some 66 years later, she spent every one her 89 years as an American citizen.








Mom in 2004









Dementia took many things from my Mom but not her national identity and pride. In fact these
became the certainties in her day. She wore the Stars & Stripes over her heart. More than a few times during her years in long term care, the precious pin went missing and then there was hell to pay. Mom would get so upset that we soon learned to have a supply of pins in reserve, ready to 'sub in' for the lost one.


"Hey Mom I found it! Here's your flag."

Eyes filled with tears, "Please pin it on me, dear." Relief flooded her face. She looked so grateful, so profoundly happy and 'at home'.

The door of her room at the nursing home sported "Old Glory" too. Good thing that flag never went missing!








We made a big deal out of "The 4th" during the latter years; cup cakes festooned with red, white and blue, balloons and stories, lots of stories from Mom's childhood years. The staff at the home, God bless 'em, made the day special for her too. One staff member always called Mom, "Miss America" and sometimes "Miss New York.

Mom 1963 - Rockefeller Center, NYC

Mom may have been raised in Connecticut, but she was a New York City kind of gal, at times laying claim to apartments in the Empire State Building and Tower #1 of World Trade Center, and not only an operatic debut at Carnegie Hall but a tour with the Boston Pops. It is grand to live in one's dreams.

Mom - Christmas 1999

So a very Happy Birthday to my mother's homeland.
Thank you for being the land of her birth and worthy of her hopes and dreams all her life.

And yes, God Bless America.


See ya on the beach!

Mom 1957, The Beach at Breezy Point, NY



©2016 April Hoeller





Monday, 4 April 2016

Monday Moanings - April 4, 2016

On this day in 1953


It was Saturday of the Easter Weekend. According the weather archive, in the wee hours it was 5°C, and cloudy with a few showers, but by 7am the skies had cleared. By noon the temperture neared a very pleasant 12°C.  Not quite what I'm seeing outside my window today!


Nor on my computer screen...


But the Google Doodle® on my homepage got it right!















So here's where you will find me today - not on the deck in warm sunshine, not moaning, but settled in the over 60 niche.

Do I wish I was twenty years younger, still with more years ahead than behind?

Of course I do, but so what?
I'm here today and life is good.















©2016 April Hoeller

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Thursday, or Thereabouts - March 6, 2014

A Treasure Box Day

Twenty-seven years ago today I awoke to labour pains. Our second baby was on the way. It was a cloudy and very warm day, +8C by noon (compare that with today's -18C, but it's sunny!). At 2:35pm all 9 lbs.7 oz. of her splashed into our lives sporting a head of spikey red hair.

I said "splashed" because my waters did not break but rather backed up behind the babe and she rode something of a tidal wave out of me. The crash as the waters hit the floor of the delivery room is one of most vivid memories of the day - that and the red hair. Oh, and maybe the fact that beside all the other newborns ours looked like a 3 month old. But I was sort of used to that. Our firstborn was 9-1/4 pounds.
We make 'em big it seems.


My love and I are so very proud of both our son and daughter. They have grown into responsible, intelligent and happy adults with lives and loves of their own.


My treasure box is overflowing with joy, love and gratitude. 
We are blessed. 

©2014 April Hoeller