1940’s Brownsburg Indiana Farm Memory

I remember as a kid……

When I would hear this from my dad, I would slip away in to a comforting place filled with sunshine and the scent of lilacs bushes. Bright sunshine, bluest of blue skies, the creak and slam of the ole’ screen door, and the feel of grass under my feet.

Then as his story pulls me in……

I’m deep in the woods, looking at my dad as a young boy. Snow is so brilliantly white as the sun hits it and the shine nearly blinds me. I am right beside him as he races home with rabbits freshly shot and stuffed in his coat. Our breath is nearly freezing in the air before us, and our cheeks are a deep crimson red. We can barely feel our toes. We come through the trees and see the farm house, the barn, and the chicken house.

Back when I was young, I can recall many Thanksgiving days where the ground was already covered deep in snow…….

When we rush through the door, my Grandma Brown has the table gloriously filled to overflowing with meat from the farm, homemade dishes prepared with ingredients from their land, saved just for this day! The biggest turkey, on the biggest platter, in the middle of the biggest table, I have ever seen in my life.

I can still picture Sis and Bud,my nephew Jimmy, Mom and Pop Duncan, Aunt Dunc, and Mom and Dad already sitting at the table laughing and talking all at once…….

We wash our hands and realize they are so cold, the water even though icy, feels burning hot. My dad slides in to his chair. I realize I’m still standing, frozen to my spot. I haven’t met some of these relatives. They left this earth before I was born. As this scene begins to fade, so does his young voice, the laughter, and the beautiful fragrant smells. I smile and give thanks for those words, I remember as a kid……and a memory of a 1940’s Indiana Farm Family Thanksgiving.

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Sitting in the Sand……

Picture the beach,

let’s say Cocoa Beach,

sitting in the sand,

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legs stretched out, facing the water together,

sharing a greek salad,

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guarding our food from the quickly gathering seagulls,

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bringing in bits and pieces of shells.

Our Recruits Letter

Our first letter from our son, we received yesterday. After finding it in the mailbox, I pressed it to my heart, smiling. I had to go to work, but I sat in my vehicle and called my best friend first. My husband. He let out a loud Woo-Hoo sound! Filling his office and my ear. 

Our son left October 27 for Marine Boot Camp in Parris Island, SC.

I opened the letter and began to read to my husband. I noticed that he had take time to reassure us first of all that even though we miss him, not to worry, he is fine. First letter, first line filled my heart with pride. 

He listed several things he was enjoying:Sleep-Food-The Progression of his Platoon-Making New Brothers-Sleeping in a Bunk Bed-Going to Church-God

There was more and even a few funny lines! But one that made us laugh and cry at the same time was him wanting us to write back telling him all the fun times we were having and how much we loved and missed him! 

I am a proud Momma of a Recruit!

Impressed with Planet Fitness

 

Whoo Hoo! We are now brand new members at our local Mt. Juliet Planet Fitness!! This location is new to the area and recently built by my husbands company he works for.

There were so many impressive qualities. First, no making fun of anyone. “Judgment Free Zone”! The staff were very impressive, greeting us with smiles and welcome to Planet Fitness.

We began with a tour. Oh, what fun!!! Beautiful machines, all shiny and lined up neatly with a television and access to plug in to the stations on each machine. Treadmills, different step machines that I did not know existed, weight machines and workout stations that count down when it is time to move to the next machine. Plus, and I was happy to find out, I could sign up and meet a fitness trainer. I hope to list the target areas I feel I need to work on and receive goals from her to work towards.

Finally, the very exciting and relaxing area located in another area of Planet Fitness. I can feel the goosebumps……the glorious massage and tanning machines! The place I feel my husband and I have definitely earned. We have talked about this area with a dreamy look in our eyes. ;-)

Our goal-work out as many times as possible for the next 13 weeks till we see our son graduate and become a Marine! And encourage him and each other with hope for a bright healthy future, loving and pushing ourselves to a healthier, stronger level, and showing our commitment to him by trying so hard to better ourselves not only physically, but mentally.

My Coyote Fright

My Monday morning was not going to be productive. I had a headache and I was exhausted. But I decided to sit and stare at the computer and write something amazing. Ha! 

Not one thought could get through the haze I was in. So I glanced out the window and froze. Not twenty feet away stood a coyote munching on something. At that moment, I remember being woke from a deep sleep through the night, to hear growling by my bedroom window. I was so tired that I just did not care what was outside because I was safe inside. 

I grabbed my tablet to get a picture and called my husband. He responded with, “That is so cool, Get some pictures,I wish I was there, happy for you getting to see wildlife in your backyard!”

I did not think it was cool. I was googling to see how many people had been attacked by coyotes in our area. I was not going to step out of the house. I was starting to panic, wondering what it had attacked and killed.

I will admit, I wasted a good part of that morning worrying, creating horror stories, and taking blurry pictures of a brownish blob. To find out later it was someone’s ugly collared dog!

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I miss our son

Our son just left for basic training for the Marines. And yes, I really miss him. But I am so proud of him. The emotions that my husband and I experienced the first night were exhausting. I will admit we cried quite a bit. We were either crying together or taking turns. We finally decided to go to bed and try to watch a comedy because we were all stuffed up, tired, and wide awake all at the same time.

We wanted to get his phone call that he had arrived and let it go to voicemail so we could listen to it later. This did not go as planned. I had fallen asleep and was disoreinted when the phone rang. My heart was pounding and I was saying “Answer the phone! They are calling about our son. We ended up answering his call and he did great, loud and clear his voice came through!

The next morning we had decided would be much better emotionally than the night before. We were happy to talk about picturing how his first night went. The footprints he stood on. The haircut. The drill sergeants. Staying up all night and the next day. Then finally laying down and being able to get some rest. We talked about the letters of encouragement we would continually send with love and prayers included in them.

Then we slipped back into how much we miss him, but just as quickly how proud of him we are. How he made the decision in ninth grade that he wanted to be a Marine. How he is becoming a man and making very good choices in life for his future.

Then we talked about how thirteen weeks is a long time, so we better make some good changes in our lives also. That when we cried the night before we were just being selfish. We were feeling sorry for ourselves. Not that this was wrong, but we decided if we feel down or want to cry, instead we will pray that much harder for him and all the other young people there.