Sunday, March 1, 2015

N SYNC...


Not so long ago I wore a watch...I have several.  I like them but my cell phone sort of took the place of my watches.  Seems I never wear one these days.  M's stopped running and out of habit he continued to wear it anyway; but now he's weaned himself from it.  Seems sort of sad.
 
However...we're tied to a couple of clocks because they have sentimental value and ties.  Incidentally, they don't run on batteries...if we don't wind...they don't run.  Some things take a bit of extra time...just a tad...they're worth it.
 
The closest to our hearts is one that has been in M's family 111 years.  It came from Michael's paternal grandfather, Henry Polkenhorn Beall.  Don't ask where the Polkenhorn came from 'cause we don't have a clue!  We were certainly never tempted to give that name to any of our sons.  He was really a fascinating man, feisty as could be and quite the entrepreneur in the late 1800's and early 1900's. 
 
The Louisiana Purchase Exposition (dubbed the St. Louis World's Fair)took place in St. Louis in 1904.  Henry decided he and his wife (Pearl) should make the trip from Oklahoma and have a look.  The Fair was really something extraordinary!  Of course, some things don't change so naturally there were many things to spend your money on...gifts to buy!  Henry spied this beautiful little Seth Thomas clock and bought it for Pearl.
 
Later on the clock ended up with M's mother.  One day as she and I were talking she said she was going to get rid of the clock...she really never liked it.  WHAT???  I couldn't believe she was going to dump it...she said "Well, you wouldn't want it either."  Wrong, wrong!
 
The clock wasn't running but we were and took it with us around the world; precious clock.  While living on post at Ft. Sill we had an open house and a guest took us aside to ask about the clock.  It seemed he collected clocks and enjoyed working on them so he asked if he could take our clock and tinker with it.  We knew him from church so we knew he was 'reliable'.  You know how church people are, right?
 
We ran into him later that evening and he surprised us with "I have your clock running'. A couple of weeks later he said we could pick it up...he had polished the wood, cleaned all the parts (they were all original) and he wouldn't let us pay him anything.  He so enjoyed working with that clock; he gave us a lecture filled with advice, "You better not ever sell that little clock"...we haven't, we won't and it's still running, keeps perfect time. And it sounds nice when it chimes.  We’re happy it lives with us.
 
The other clock is not nearly so old or sentimental...it just has some good memories in it.  Michael always admired ship's clocks...guess that was because he was a water transportation specialist in the military and was always around water and ships!  He finally bought us one when he was in Germany...keeps perfect time and if I would use Brasso on it?  It would shine but it's sort of old, crusty and comfortable...like the two of us. 
One is in the living room, one is in the kitchen.  You know how we spend our mornings, right?  Of course, in our back tri-purpose room...drinking coffee, having breakfast with M reading to me for a couple of hours!  Ah, God is so good.
 
The last several mornings I've noticed both clocks striking/ringing at exactly the same time...they're in sync.  And you know what?  That was/is the most pleasant sound; a comfortable feeling.
 
The Seth Thomas chimes/strikes on the hour, one strike on the half-hour; the ship's clock rings bells. When those clocks are in sync both of us notice; it’s a good moment and brings smiles!
 
So, what is all this stuff with the clocks?  
 
Well, it caused me to think about how pleasant it is to be in sync...and not just with those two clocks but with people.
 
Teddy Roosevelt said, "The most important ingredient in the formula of success is knowing how to get along with people."
 
My point is…when things are in sync, it seems so much better. 
 
Honestly? For me…for Michael…together is our favorite place to be.
 
From my heart...to yours,
Vasca

 

Friday, February 27, 2015

WAKE UP...

"Every day someone wakes up feeling unappreciated, 
unloved &/or unworthy.
They won't tell you.
They still smile through the pain."
Anonymous
 
Have you ever felt that way...Unappreciated?  Unloved?  Unworthy?
 
I have but that seems long ago...hopefully I've overcome those feelings.  Takes work, right?  
 
Is it due to loneliness or could it be sorrow?  I don't know; for me it was just a general unhappiness with something I didn't understand; perhaps I didn't want to understand.  Whatever the reason, it happened.  Sadly enough, I wasn't the only one affected which made matters worse.  Happy ending anyway...just took a painfully long while.
 
Okay, that's in the past; things became better with time.  I forgave myself, I was forgiven and hopefully the dark things were forgotten, as they should be.  Life is better.  
 
I wonder though how many are caught in that trap...waking up every day feeling somewhat worthless; unloved, unappreciated?  
 
Something else, how many are suffering tragedies in their lives that are tearing them apart?  It's sometimes difficult to know exactly what to say...I read this today:
 
“The best thing you can say to someone going through a tragic loss is not that
"It's going to be alright"
It is: "Hold on tight because this is going
to hurt like you cannot imagine".”
 
Somehow life continues...the clock keeps ticking...time passes.

Watching, reading, listening to the news might make one wonder; how can we survive when the world seems drowning in evil, dissension and hatred?  At times it seems almost impossible to keep our heads above water but we must do it. 


Basically I am a very happy person but being happy may be more difficult for some than others; might try this. 
Wake up,
do your best,
sleep and
repeat.

Someone looked at it like this with 7 rules:
Never hate
Don't worry,
Live simple,
Expect a little,
Give a lot,
Always smile,
And keep in touch with GOD.


Put those together w/emphasis on the last & things might be better, you think?
From my grateful heart...to yours,
Vasca

Sunday, January 18, 2015

ENOUGH ALREADY...


"If life is just a bowl of cherries,
then what am I doing in the pits?"
Erma Bombeck
 
Some days you might think it just doesn't pay to get out of bed...then again, some days you pop up like a cracker jack, ready for any and everything.   Which do you prefer?
 
Personally, I like the 'pop up' best; and since I expect it that's usually what takes place.  Of course...there are exceptions.
 
Michael and I have just slowed down and are about to get off the roller-coaster we've been on for a few weeks...and the coming off is very nice, thank you!  
 
Each time we'd reach one of those frightening heights...wow!  Here we'd go down to the depths and in spite of smiling, my stomach was anything but a bowl of cherries!  You've probably been there, done that, right? 
 
Reality comes with the pits...but mindset has more than much control over the bumps!   Life can and often is full of bumps...ups and downs...some individuals have more than others.  I was one of those who had lots of bumps and they did bother me at times; looking back on them?  I was so blest w/happiness in spite of those ups and downs.
 
Thinking of the past has me smiling...because what was predicted for my life by physicians and what usually happened to people w/my medical problems didn't happen...on the contrary.
 
The most amusing was that I wouldn't be able to become pregnant...and if per chance I did, I probably couldn't carry full term...in other words we would have no children...period.  Yikes...my ambition was to be a wife and mother.
 
Surprise, surprise! We had four beautiful, healthy, not so little baby boys...in less that five years time...now how about that?  Actually I wasn't so wild about the time frame but it all worked out beautifully.  Look at my four men now!  
 
Money was never a problem because we didn't have enough to worry about...but we always had enough.  
 
We had no insurance...ah, those were the days but we made it through the four babies, complicated leg surgery for me...surgery for one of the children.  We always had enough.
 
M's father gave M an acre of minerals for his birthday after we were married...that was in the 50's.  The two of us had a big surprise in the 70's when we received a piece of mail with a big check inside...very big, to us!  
 
The envelope bore the return address Pride Oil Co. Abilene, Texas in purple letters...we smiled at that and dubbed the royalty  'God's Little Acre'. 
 
It was funny because M had attended ACU two years prior to our meeting/marriage.  ACU's colors...purple...they were the 'purple pride'.
 
M's dad had attended ACU in the 1920's and played on the football team.  (Never hurts to throw in a little trivia, right?)  
 
Okay, it might have been coincidental but we called it a blessing.
 
One time M and I emptied ourselves for God...three months later he was diagnosed with the fatal, incurable condition of Amyloidosis.  Less than a year later he was blest with the diagnosis that his was localized and was not affecting any of the vital organs...the blessing of a reprieve.  The specialists pronounced him 'lucky'...we corrected them with 'blessing'.  They agreed.
 
Looking back isn't always a smart thing...all depends on what one is looking at...but when M and I look back we see this.  We were always happy and content...when you're in the military you aren't concerned about 'keeping up with the Jones's' because everyone is on the salary charts for all to see and lots of contemporaries...every one's in the same boat.  That's what you might call 'good training'.
 
Could be the two of us are overly simple.  If so, then simply put that's okay because we're extremely happy, ever so content and more in love with each other every day.  We have a common goal and that's to live for God. 
 
M and I aren't always the smartest cookies in the box so we probably don't always know what we need (really?); however (and this is a biggie) HE does! 
 
We've had more than enough from the beginning!
 
From my heart...to yours,
Vasca