Most do not. Most don’t know how to believe. They believe in a cold one or a smoke at the end of their hard earned day. The knowledge that my days are numbered and every day is a gift is good enough for me.
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Daily Prompt: Teen Age Idol
BEATLES 4 EVER!
I really wanted to be a groupie so bad! I was sort of one when I was very young. At age 12 the Beatles came on the scene.
LOVED THEM!
I was a Beatlemaniac, as they called us back then. Saw all the movies and bought the 16Magazine and Tiger Beat and any other rag mag I could afford that wrote up articles on them. Next to them was the Herman’s Hermits! I loved Peter Noone!
My grandmother was secretary to the editor of the Detroit Free Press and she knew lots of photographers and journalists and since I used to go down there all the time from the time I was a child, I got to know some of them as well. Knowing the right people got be behind the scenes some places and I managed to collect quite a number of autographs behind stage at some concerts. That was so cool! Got to meet the Herman’s Hermits when I was 14 and then spoke to Peter Noone again in my hometown of Dearborn at a concert there a few years ago where he gave me his person email address so I could send him pictures of that 1965 concert I attended.
I am posting a couple of these pictures taken by Dick Tripp, and then just a few snapshots of my part of an album I have with concert tickets, autographs and photos taken by me and by the professional photographers that got them for me. Tony Spina became a well-known photographer and he gave me some of the Beatles photographs he took. Another photographer gave me some film he that he was not happy with of the Beatles in concert that I printed up and was thrilled. I may decide one day to post all the copyrighted pictures I have with more stories later. Not sure how many are interested in 1960’s pop music anymore. I plan on writing a little anecdote on how I met them and got their various autographs!
Daily Prompt: Sink or Swim?
So is a little thing like your life considered an overwhelming situation?
Funny that I have felt for so long like I have been dog paddling trying to survive in my life. I never seem to get anywhere so it’s not like I am actually swimming. With God’s help I have not sunk yet, but the older I get the more tired I become.
Most people have some kind of family support in their lives, but this has never been my case and I don’t say this to feel sorry for myself. I come from a severely dysfunctional family of many secrets, but it helped me to become the strong woman I am. It is very had being related to a family of mentally ill substance abusers because you never hear from anyone unless they need something. None were ever in a position to help me and I dealt with that by shutting down emotionally and just kept swimming pretending that I was not dying inside. I lied, because I died.
Now at least I can forgive myself for not making it to my imagined finish line that I drew for myself in my life because of the lovely surprise of our mortgage meltdown just a few years after finally purchasing my own home. I think that was one of the finish anchors that finally told me to give up, I can’t win for losing.
Po Girl has to shine because she has no choice. Jesus said he would never leave or forsake those that follow Him and I believe Him. Good folk don’t usually cotton to those from the wrong side of the track as well as having to live in an all white neighborhood and our family is racially mixed though most of us look pretty white as far as that goes. I was not allowed to play with a lot of the little white kids, I would get chased home even though I played very nicely with the other children. It wasn’t until things were even pointed out to me about racial differences or skin colors that I even noticed I was a little darker than the other kids, especially in the summer when I was very dark, but that’s another blog post.
My outcome is that I will never give up because I don’t know how, thanks to God, and I still believe in miracles and following the Golden Rule.
Weekly Photo Challenge Daily Prompt: Circle at Midnight
Daily Prompt: Forever Faithful and Grateful
You can’t be faithful to God and have an ungrateful heart. Most that don’t believe in God or do believe but choose to hate Him and try to defile Him in all that they do seem to have a childish mindset that God is like a genie that grants wishes. They don’t get what they want out of their life so blame God or think because they make bad choices and have poor impulse control that God does not exist.
The only people who can think this way are those that were not taught spiritual truth. The term is “walking in the dark.” They say ignorance is bliss but in the long run it really is death. Man will be held accountable for deliberate ignorance. God knows if you know something is wrong but choose to do it anyway or when you find something out that you know is true but try to pretend that it’s not and try to blame it on our current liberal propaganda that is obviously destroying His world. I think we were all born with certain inner knowledge, as most creatures, of what to do and what not to do. It is called instinct. Since man is very selfish by nature because of that survival instinct, it is important to temper this selfishness with civility or spiritual training or any kind of civilization would be quite impossible. Sometimes it truly looks like many are completely brainwashed by the low-grade movies churned out by the greedy and depraved. Just cause you watch it on a screen, does not make it real life or anything worth imitating. Man is very easily influenced by others, that’s how we learn. It’s shameful that most of any entertainment that exists in America has so much gratuitous sex and violence instead of instilling values and reinforcing the positive qualities of mankind.
People seem to forget, that much like our earth is being mindlessly trashed, if we are not mindful of how we are raising human beings and treating one another, there could come a point of no return for everything. We are not guaranteed tomorrow, we are not guaranteed the use of this earth, especially if we don’t take care of it. The same goes for others in our lives that are not treated with the love and kindness that Jesus spoke of. This is exactly why He is the truth, the life and the only way.
So yes, I consider myself faithful. How could I not be faithful to someone who loved me enough to die for me?
Daily Prompt: Sugar, ah Honey, Honey
My one and only vice at this time. As a borderline diabetic, I’m ashamed of myself as any alcoholic would feel falling off the wagon every time I over indulge and know I do it with some risk. I have always loved sweets, but mostly just chocolate and ice creams with some kind of fudge or chocolate in it or on it. For years I kept my cravings under acceptable control. A piece of chocolate here and there. A small bowl (or two) of ice cream after dinner in the evening. Now it’s over the moon due to once I start eating sweets, it’s hard for me to stop. I started drinking coffee with International Delight French Vanilla which is so delicious on its own and it sets my palate for more sweets like maybe a donut or scone instead of oatmeal, toast or an egg.
Since I’m new in my small town, about two months now, I have already visited a couple local bakeries in the morning if I wake up and feel the need to get out because it’s just too quiet and they have a no noise thing before 8:00 am. I’m po’ so a buck or two for something sweet is better than forking out four or five dollars for an omlette.
Enjoy the visions of sugar (not plums) dancing on my screen!
View this post at your own risk of drooling and spontaneous eating frenzies. For entertainment purposes only!
Daily Prompt: Strike a Chord
I come from a musical family. I think many of us do before the invention of TV and radio and it sapped most of us of any wish to try our hand at learning an instrument even if simply because it takes effort on our part. Passive listening is so much easier.
Daily Prompt: Everything Changed
Tuesday, December 1, 2015:
I was walking down the street and found an invitation to a Christmas party to be held in a social services center in San Bernardino California for tomorrow. I think I’ll stop in and drop off a donation of some kind then!
Daily Prompt: I Do Scream
Daily Prompt: Imaginary Friend
TA – DA!
That was the name of my imaginary friend. And she was a legend in her time.
EVERYONE talked about Tada, my friends and family and sometimes even strangers asked me if she existed. They just wanted to see what I would say so they could laugh at me I guess.
I never really ever had an imaginary friend like some do, but her existence began at a very young age as a defense against my mother’s sarcastic wit. I was forever trying to perform and my acts were always accompanied by me yelling “Ta-da,” very dramatically. One day my mother quips up “Tada, who’s Tada?” To which I answered “she’s my friend.” Then I had to describe her as I threw out answers off the top of my three-year-old head in response to my mother who was barraging me with questions, thinking she was funny. I remember being angry with her sarcasm so I kept it up as long as she did. A trait I had to continue to this very day in my relationship with her.
Later on my younger sister would ask me about Tada and I would tell all kinds of funny or strange stories to keep her amused and laughing. She would tell others about it, our friends or kids she knew in school, but I didn’t. Those were the strangers who asked about Tada that I mentioned earlier.
The death of Tada kind of suits this Halloween time some celebrate.
When I was about 11 I told everyone that Tada had sadly passed away and I was to have a funeral for her that afternoon in the local cemetery. Yeah, you heard right. I was so sick of people asking me about her I finally had to kill her! I took an old doll of mine that was really messed up anyway, and wrapped it in a shroud and went with my sister and some friends to that cemetery where I proceeded to desecrate the hallowed grounds by holding a mock funeral for dear little plastic Tada, whose existence served me well for about 8 years of my life. I did it in the back some place and actually buried the doll and left it.
I sometimes imagine someone finding the body of Tada and thinking “WTF” as the kids say now.
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