memories

Hi Ya'All~~~!
Yeah, I know it's been awhile since I blog---ed. Been awhile since I've been with 'Sam' who is my computer friend. Guess I've been busy out saving more memories. I have somewhere close to ..lets say.. looking at 90 years, before long, of them stored away in my 'memory lane' .... that nitch that's hid away in one's brain.

Finally packed up my 'diaper bags' for the old babes and made it up to Connie's for Thanksgiving. I was treated like a Queen. Had my own bedroom, plus my own private bathroom, gained a few pounds as I was being fed constantly and events were planned to fill the time ever so quickly. Each day I was taken to one of the grandkids homes and was able to see how each lived and acted in their own homes. Each has a special spot. I had wanted this experience for years. Now I can make memories of each family and put them in their own daily world. Connie and Lanny did the planning to make sure my flight from 'My Cave" was what I would want.

Funny how their Idaho world was big. Their homes had space...beautiful settings...wild nature was everywhere. Being raised in the mountains made memories more special and I had the feeling of being young again and returning 'Home.' I'm really just a barefoot, wild, mountain lass at heart. City life was never for me.

Another thing about 'big'.. the TV's were big and each place they appeared bigger. The davenports became bigger and bigger and seemed to resemble movie places for their entertainment. Now I came from the world of 'Dinky.' The things in my cave are dinky. Stuff left over from the past...way past. My big world turned to dinky the older I became and I will end this conversation by saying
"I'm grateful for my Dinky World as it's far better than a nursing home." There comes this time in one's life when their best friend 'your car' and your health is what's left in your world and one is thankful for what is left. Then is when Memories make up one's life.

I stuffed myself with Lanny's famous Popcorn the very first night. You have to taste that special treat if you go to the Beck's. I will report on the visits to each home as time goes on. The Thanksgiving Dinner was a ... you all know what holiday dinners consist of. It went over with a bang except Lance didn't get his mom's rolls. His mom had been too busy running me around making memories to make rolls...forgive me Lance. Anyway, I had a thought. Come your birthday Lance, Connie should give a 'roll party' just for you.

There was a funny moment that made for a giggle memory. The turkey. For some reason the big guy didn't take long to cook. Guess he wasn't in the mood for Thanksgiving. Perhaps he wanted to join the 23 wild turkeys running free in the yard....whatever his reason...when Connie and I peeked into the roaster there lay the most forlorn, boney turkey one would ever see. I thought..."Oh lordy, it has Ostoporosis like me." It was the easiest turkey to debone that I'll ever see again. Have you seen the commercial on TV...the gal takes the lid off the turkey setting in the middle of the table....there sits this burnt up boney turkey and the lady says " It's Taco Time."

I want to thank you all for the wonderful Thanksgiving vacation.

Before I leave you again...What is Memory anyway??? Where does it come from? When does it begin? Does it have an ending?
Is it sparks of God's energy that are Joy, Sadness...are they ghosts to be lived, to learn by, and then be buried and put to rest in the Heavens of God? Does one bury the ghosts and go on living in other forms of energy.

I'm getting to the age where perhaps someday I can answer these questions. Perhaps its the journey of a lifetime. Perhaps they are what one leaves to be remembered.
gami