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A Mother’s Gentle Touch

     I stepped out onto the front porch this evening and was met with the most beautiful sound.  A gentle breeze seemed to add to that which played Mother Nature’s music just for me.  I’m sure you know what I’m talking about; rain.  Beautiful, gentle, sweet-smellling rain.

     We’ve been having so much wind lately that I alost forgot how amazing it is to just be able to stand still and listen… to the quiet.  There’s something about being able to listen, without the intrusion of loud noises.  I feel as if it really is a little piece of Heaven.

     Do you ever feel that way?  Does the rain bring out special emotions that you can only feel when the gentle droplets are falling?  I always feel as if Mother Nature is paying me a special visit, just me, when the rain and wind are so soft upon the leaves and grass.  I can feel the touch of her gentle hug.  I hope she knows how much I appreciate these visits.

     Its as though she is seeking a place to sit and be quiet for awhile.  Well, she’s always welcome to come and sit with me.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

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Traveling Through Life On His Head

     I like kids. Do you like kids? Don’t you just love the way they can go into a group of other children and, just as natural as you please, start talking? Gone are the inhibitions that they’ll develop later on. Oh, yeah. You know the ones; too shy to speak, worry that someone might think this or that, does my shirt have milk on it?

     I wonder why it is that we learn those fears as we grow older? I’ve pondered this subject quite a bit, actually and I think it just may have something to do with the years of trying to find our places in life. It seems that at about fifth grade, things begin to change. At least, that’s about when they started changing for me.

     Maybe everyone has a nemesis in their lives, just like that girl I told you about yesterday?  I hope not, but there must be some reason why so many of us begin to shrink inside ourselves.
 
     I have one grandie who is a true and natural comic.  You never know what he’s gonna’ come up with.  The other day, he sort of tumbled down the stairs and when he reached the bottom, he just bounced up and grinned sheepishly, saying, “I wasn’t watching where I was going!”
 
     Another time, while playing air-shooting with Mama and big brother, he suddenly announced that he had been shot in the bum.  One of his most interesting habits, in my opinion, is spending most of his time on his head.  Yep!  He watches TV on his head, visits with others while on his head and does way more things on his head than a lot of people can do in an upright position.
 
     He also has a funny little habit of going up the stairs doing somersaults.  You heard me right.  He goes UP the stairs that way.  I used to hang upside-down a lot when I was growing up.  Maybe I affected him, even before he was a thought in Mama or Daddy’s minds?  At any rate, he makes it look like so much fun that I even wanna’ play.  I hate to tell you what the results of THAT would be.  *sigh*
 
     Oh, to be a child, again.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.
 
 ~ Yaya

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Two Volcanic Explosions

     When I was in Kindergarten (I sort of hate that word.  It just always feels wrong, somehow, ya’ know?), I lived in Alaska, before Alaska was a state.  While I was there, we were blessed with a middle-of-the-day volcano, prompting those in charge to hustle everyone home as quickly as possible.

     There we were, just before noon, and the sky was as black as midnight.  Everywhere, mama’s hung out of doors, calling for their offspring.  And children of all sizes ran from this new and frightening terror which we had no previous experience with and no emotion which we could reference for recall.

     After a year or so, we moved away from Alaska, the proud owners of a full jar of volcanic ash.  That was my personal badge of honor; my shining star.  No matter where I lived after that, I was the only person in my next class who had lived in Alaska.  And as my crowning jewel, I had experienced something that no one else in any of my classes could even comprehend; a volcano.

     Its amazing how much mileage I got out of that little jar of Proof.  Volcanic Ash, carried in a jar, creates the most remarkable sense of prestige.  At least, it did in my mind.  I was oh, so important, when I told my story of unbelievable fear and danger.  As far as I was concerned, no one else was as important as I was.

     Then came the day when my bubble burst.  Fifth grade and I was the new kid.  Being the new kid was something of a way of life for me.  Ours was a military family and that’s the way things were; transfers.  Since I was almost always the new kid, I had grown rather accustomed to the notoriety of my position.  That is, until that awful day when it all started to come down around my ears.

     Just two days earlier, wearing my brother’s hand-me-down blue jeans, I had given a report which included the horrors of surviving a volcano, as told by a very creative fifth-grader.  I was in my element.  Other students still viewed me as the new kid and I had the added benefit of being very nearly as famous and brave as Superman, himself.  Yep!  My very active imagination had created a real super-hero.

     Then came a knock at the classroom door and the school principal walked in.  With him was one of the prettiest, prissiest, blonde-haired girls I had ever seen.  She wore many crinolines under her showcase skirt and the way she held her arms, bent at the elbows, with her hands hanging limp, told me she wouldn’t know what to do if someone handed her a bucket and told her to play in the dirt.

     Did I mention that I had blonde hair at that age?  Yeah, that was previous to the red hair that started showing up about a year later.  And as if that wasn’t enough, she was being introduced as the new girl.  But the nightmare didn’t end there.  Nope!  It just kept getting better all the time.
     My traitorous teacher, whom I had adored only moments earlier, was introducing this intruder with MY NAME.  My WHOLE name.  How dare she!  And wouldn’t you know it?  She was coming to us from that beautiful land up north… Alaska.

     What I found interesting was that the teacher kept looking at me and smiling, as though she thought this was wonderful news.  She seemed to feel that I should be charmed by this total intrusion into my world.  What was she… NUTS?!?

     Just as the volcano had erupted, years earlier, so began my temper.  By recess, there was a full-blown explosion.

     You’ll be proud to learn that in my entire school career, I was never in a fight with anyone.  Well, except for that one time when a very pretty, prissy girl moved into MY school, using MY name and stealing MY personal Land of Fame.  I don’t think I have ever gotten over that treacherous act.  I wonder what ever became of that girl?

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

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Hippity-Hoppin’ ‘Cross Kansas

     Have you been following Donna Aviles on her blog while she’s hippity-hoppin’ ‘cross Kansas?  What a time she’s having.  I had to chuckle the other night when I read about possible tornadoes and baseball-sized hail.  Coming from Delaware, that must be quite a shock to her.

     Donna does seem to be enjoying her time in Kansas, though.  The stories and pictures she has posted on her blog have been a lot of fun to read.  I especially enjoyed the fact that, after years of visiting schools and sharing her knowledge of Orphan Trains and Baby Trains, she met a young man named Eli who was able to answer a question that no one has ever been able to answer, before.  Sounds to me as if Eli is a pretty smart kid.  Go, Eli!

     After reading all the fun posts from her first week in Kansas, I’m looking forward to learning what other kinds of fun Donna can find.  For sure, she’s gonna’ wanna’ have a nice, loooooooong rest, when she gets back home.  She’ll certainly deserve it, after all the hard work and effort of this trip.  Hang in there, Donna.  You’re doin’ a great job.

     If you haven’t found your way to Donna’s Orphan Train History site, already, I do hope you’ll take a few minutes to run on over there and check it out and become a follower.  Its well-worth the reading time.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

~ Yaya

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… And the rest of him, hungry.

     Do you like to read?  I loooooove to read; kids’ books, westerns, Christian Romance, history, science… you name it.  Years ago, I was a Librarian and my favorite job was when I could spend time in the childrens’ section of the library.  I always enjoyed checking the books in and out for people, kids in particular, because I could kind of keep up with what everyone was reading.

     I don’t recall if I’ve told you about this before, but one of my favorite authors, back then, was a man by the name of Jack kent.  Among other books, he wrote one called Round Robin.  There was a constant waiting list of about thirty people who wanted to read this book.  I kept thinking that I would have my chance to check the book out, if I was just willing to wait long enough.

     Well, lemme’ tell you something about books and kids.  When kids find one that they like, its right next to impossible to squeeze into the waiting line to have a look.  Finally, I had to add my name to the waiting list so I would eventually have a chance to read the book, myself.

     This book is out of print, but you just might be able to find it on Amazon or Barnes & Noble, if you want to read it.  There’s also the slimmest chance that you might find a copy to read, by checking into Inter-Library Loan.

     Just to give you an idea as to why Round Robin was so popular, here’s the first sentence:  “In the beginning, Round Robin was just like all the other baby robins; most of him Head and the rest of him, Hungry.”

     See what I mean?  Now, I ask you, could you resist reading a book that starts out like that?  I do hope you will do some research and find this book.  I truly believe it’s something you might enjoy.  Happy reading and happy blogging.  And ’til the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

4

Hooky Day or Crook-ey Day?

     Well, were you able to figure out the coded message?  After a long trail of knock-down, drag-out fights with my oh, so cooperative scanner, I was finally able to post the answer.  Did you come close to figuring it out?  I had been away from it for a couple of days and it took me awhile to recall what the sentence was.

     Now, here’s my question for you;  Have you had your Hooky Day?  Did you enjoy it or did you have life-long consequences, something like Oliver experienced as a result of his Hooky Day?

     To be really honest, it was at this point in the story that my heart completely embraced Oliver and his little brother, Edward.  After all, Oliver was not a Crook.  I felt that his punishment far exceeded the crime, in this instance.  Especially when you take into account the innocence with which Hooky Day was originally approached. 

     Nope!  That was one Hooky Day that poor Oliver must have regretted for the rest of his life.  I can only hope that teachers are more understanding, today than Oliver’s teacher was with him.  I know that some of you are teachers and I am happy to report that I have only heard good things about you.  On behalf of every person who ever learned from a teacher… Thank you.  Keep up the good work.  We do appreciate all that you do.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

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It MIGHT Have Worked…

     I’m here!  I’m here!  Let’s see if I can remember the basics of blogging.  I can’t believe how incredibly busy a person can be.  I did create a game and I truly hope that you will enjoy it.  I love making these games, but my greatest joy comes when others actually play and enjoy the final results.

     So, I’m gonna’ make a wild stab at posting this game and see if I can remember how its done.  Now, don’t you sit on the other side of this blog and laugh at my efforts, y’hear?  You be sure and tell me if what I post really does look something like a word game.  I’m gonna’ feel mighty funny if I’m on this side of my blog, thinking that I have posted a game when, in fact, there is nothing more than a scramble of letters to confuse the eye.  So, help me out, k?

     And finally, here’s the game… I hope:

     Yay!    I think.  Did it work?  Did it work?  Are you able to see the game?  Did I remember how to upload a picture so you can see it?  I can’t believe it!  I’ve been so busy and MIA from my blog so much that I wasn’t sure if I would remember how things were done.
     Now, remember; you can’t sit on the other side of the bloggy world and laugh on accounta’ I did it funny.  You gotta’ tell me if I messed up, k?  K?  So, go ahead and play the game and lemme’ know what you think.  And don’t keep it a secret if it looks like something that’s not uuuuhhhnmnm, playable.
     And ’til the next time, keep a hug on.
 ~ Yaya