I miss tweeting and I miss all of you. This is twice now that I can see your tweets but I freeze if I try to say anything. There is nothing new on my end, just spent the day with family in Old Town and begiining fall house cleaing, which I love to do See ya soon I hope..Juliet

A Time Of Times: What We Really Teach Our Kids

A Time Of Times: What We Really Teach Our Kids: 1. We teach them the the term" A job well done"..exp.    " If you are going to kill each other, take it outside!  I just finished cleanin...

What We Really Teach Our Kids

1. We teach them the the term" A job well done"..exp.

   " If you are going to kill each other, take it outside!  I just finished cleaning."

2. We teach them about religion.exp.."You better pray that comes out of the carpet!."

3. We teach them logic.  exp. "Because I said so, that's why!

4. We teach them more logic..exp. "If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, 
    you're not going shopping with me."

5. We teach them..foresight..exp.  "Make sure you change your underwear in case you
     get hit by a car."

6. We teach them Irony.  exp. "Stop that crying or I'll give you something to cry
    about!"

7. We teach them the Science of Osmosis..exp. "Shut up and eat yor dinner!"

8. We teach them contortionism exp.  "Will you look at the dirt on the back of your
    neck?"

9. We teach them stamina. exp. "You sit there until all your peas are gone!"

10. We teach them about weather. exp.."Your room looks like a tornado went through
      it!"

11. We teach them hypocrisy. exp.  "If I told you once I told you a million times,
      don't exaggerate."

12. We teach the circle of life...  exp. "I brought you into this world, I can take you
      out.!"

13. We teach them behaviour modificatiom..exp. " Stop acting like a  goose!"

14. We teach them envy. exp. "There are millions of kids out there who don't have
      parents like you!"

15. We teach them anticipation. exp. "Just wait until we get home!"

16. We teach them receiving...exp. "You're going to get it when you get home!"

17. We teach them meedical science.. exp. "Your eyes going to stick like that if you    
       don't stop crying."

18. We teach them humor..exp. "If that lawnmower cuts off your toes, don't come
      running to me".

19. We teach them to grow to adulthood..exp. "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll
      never grow up!"

20. We teach them genetics. exp.."You're just like your brother."

21. We teach them roots..exp. "Shut that door behind you! Were you born in a barn?"

22. We teach them wisdom..exp. "When you get my age, you'll understand."

lastly

23. We teach them justice..exp. When you have kids, I hope they turn out just like
      you."




    
  

A Time From the 50's

 No2 pencils, fat crayons, Big Chief tablets, scissors labeled with your name with first-aid tape, pink erasers, these are some of the school supplies to start school in the fall in 1957.
 Walking with my Mother through the door of Black Elementary that first day of kindergarten, clutching my brand new rug for rest period, was scary and exciting once I sat down on the circle and met other kids and Mrs. Ford, people who shaped our  lives forever. Finding my cubby, then learning class rules and of course the long awaiting taste of paste, then recess, then rest while Mrs. Ford played her delightful piano before our half day school session was over.
 My brother in 3rd grade walked home with me for lunch everyday, as most kids did back then.

It was quit a treat to pack a lunch for a rainy day and play Seven-up during recess. There were some times for a small cost you could order a basket lunch consisting of a hot dog, carrot or celery sticks, chips and an orange drink carton. Shortly before the lunch bell rang, a man would deliver a wooden laundry basket by our door and it was exciting to have activities like that. Memories of those simpler times mingle with being proud to donate a dime to the Red Cross and getting a metal clip that folded down over your collar, later lost in time but found in my junk drawer and tossed out to make room for Valentine's.

 Free lunches or lunch tickets were unheard of, nor missed. Not until junior high did we get cafeteria food and it  was so good and we paid daily and got to choose. A lot of food was bought for .50 and since we paid, I don't remember food being thrown out.
 After my brother returned to school from lunch, my afternoons were filled with playing with my drink n wet dolls and my mother letting me iron pillowcases and tablecloths.
 I would think the world be kinder if mothers were back in the home, tending to the housework and nurturing the family. It's things like making a grilled cheese just the way you like it and no one else can or kissing a boo boo as it happens, cleaning gravel from a skinned knee instead of taking pictures and going to a hospital. Wearing a band-aid was big stuff!

 Imagine how today's generation would handle a black telephone with a short curled cord, a few feet from the the wall.  Rotary dial, no call waiting, no speed dial, no texting. no privacy either. Plus a party line and no matter how hard you tried not to breathe the other line knew you were listening in.

 Life went on amongst Girl Scouts and Sock Hops and conferences and I cherish my youth of living in the 50's/ 60's in Wichita.

Joyce Montague
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BraveMoonRider

Nestled in golden prairies lives a fair maiden whom awaits birth of a mighty son, BraveMoonRider.

 Already, his animal spirit protects him as he knows how badly he is wanted, overpowering common misconceptions and Christian laws. His tiger, a powerful animal spirit is very strong and the new son knows this, Only he will know his animal spirits name.

 This young maiden took in a black striped cat and through her hard times, demanded ownership of this feline. Upon hearing of her upcoming birth, she was so happy and excited,  letting everyone know of her joy.

BraveMoonRider's legend begins upon a full moon, going full circle in his journey during the cycle. His bravery to climb into a car, hiding  in unknown fear, listening to speeding cars, listening to loud music, yet he knew his destination because his tiger counterpart guides him.

 His first stop to a home of a Rottweiler and human strangers shows his bravery. Then he visits another home with an alpha feline, yet his journey has kept him fed and rested.

The cat is home just before the moon moves to three quarters, waiting to ride the spirit of the new son.

Aiden Michael Brooks. I shall call him BraveMoonRider when he is old enough, except he already knows.

The son will be strong and brave and fearless as a tiger is very high up on the chain of the totem

                          Composed by Joyce Montague    2012
                           Black Foot

A Time of New Growth

CoralineA pianist maybe

OmariThe Senate?

AbigailAn Actress?

My great grand daughter, my great nephew, my great niece. I am so blessed to have you in my life and a future one soon..

As you walk the journey of life, learn the art of kindness and sharing your talent with the world when you learn what that is.

Learn that a person's skin nor religion, nor sexual orientation does not matter. What does matter is if that person is kind to animals.

Your time of times will give you love, sorrows, triumphs, losses, but learn from that.

Join a local United Way Chapter with your parent and work as a team, even at your age

At this writing, you have at least two living great great grandparents on Face Book.

Join an Earthday Foundation and celebrate our Earth as you are our future.

Your education is something no one can take away from you, and lastly

Try new things and if you make mistakes, pull your pants up and try again.

And these three are my three greats,

Thank you God. Amen.

Daniel Boone

   Ah, the memory I have of a show I did not watch until recently on channel 49-1, retro tv.

Daniel Boone and Davy Crockett aired in the early 60's or late 50's in a time when I was a small girl, living in Wichita, Ks, on  West Street and W. 8th and yes it was still a dirt road.

 I didn't watch Daniel Boone because it was a "boy" show and my brother would sit in Dad's chair with his little slip-on Keds' and wearing that coon skin cap so famous of Fess Parker.
 I was content to play with my dolls and play house at that time.

Daniel Boone meant a time of times, a time of Mother hanging laundry on the clotheslines, a wooden pin in her mouth, lost in mothering thoughts I suppose, planning supper as she hung spotless clean clothes on one row with my sister's can cans filling another row.

 In my time of times, it meant waiting for Mickey Mouse to come on and both of us kids wearing Mickey Mouse ears and eagerly awaiting to see what was inside the secret box.

 In my time if times of that era, it was deciding who got the unwrapped prize in a box of  Raisin Bran, retrieved with a dirty hand.

 It was a time of no chain link fences, of going outside with the sun peeking its first few rays, a neighbor girl giving me a secret yodel, a cue to come on out.

 In my time of times, there were no leash laws, except we kept our Pekingese on a chain, whom he preceded to hide in the bush and bite, oh he loved the Fuller Brush man

 Mother would give us each a dime to attend play day at Black Elementary School and after a full afternoon, going home and hosing the water cooler  down, going inside to feel the moist cold air and my brother would watch Daniel Boone.

 Daniel Boone meant tapioca, meat and potatoes for dinner and milk of which I didn't drink
it would make some poor cow cry.

 Daniel Boone meant a father who came home every day at the same time, played with us and Saturdays my parents did deep cleaning and activities for each child, but mostly the Soap Box Derby.

 Daniel Boone meant meant getting toy guns and cap guns and bows and arrows.

 Weed was something you got paid a penny  for each dandelion we picked.

Every evening now, I watch Daniel Boone and a warm memory of a time of times touches my soul and I like that.

 Somewhere in time, events change, mainly we just grow. A new daughter is born to my parents, we had the first automatic washing machine on the block, and somewhere in my time of times, my brother swapped his coon skin cap for a sailor hat.