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.