Growing up my grandmother was a relatively young one. She was in her early fifties by the time I was a young teenager. So as time passed my grandma began having some grey hairs show up, not a lot as memory serves. Even when she died a few months shy of her eighty sixth birthday her head was still black and white.
Displaying some womanly vanity, she would employ the then young eyes of my sister and I to pluck the grey hairs from her head. To reward us for a job well done, she would give us pocket change. With our earnings we would buy snacks including the fruit of the season.
The place where we grew up we were truly raised by a community, we really did not buy much, as just asking would get you the fruits for free anyway.
There were of course the oddball “frugal” ones who would rather their fruit fall to the ground, but those are tales for another day.
So my grandma would sit on the patio and we would stand around her chair plucking at her grey hairs. She would then count the hairs and pay us based on the quantity plucked. Well my sister and I quickly figured out that we could earn way more money if we snapped the longer hairs in two and so that’s what we did.
I was telling my daughter yesterday how naughty we had been in tricking our poor grandmother by snapping one long strand of hair and being paid for two.
Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com one year ago.
One year ago I took tentative baby steps towards a forever journey. I came to WP and found a wonderfully supportive family.
A year ago I made my first post and hit the publish button, not having a clue as to what I was doing, but you kind and generous people decided to read, befriend and journey along with my fledgling self …
So here’s to you!!!
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On this platform I discovered literary giants, from whom I can learn and grow and I am so grateful.
So here’s to you my WP family, I am grateful, I appreciate you ALL. Let’s continue to grow together!
Things lost in relocation — A nostalgic look back!
I arrived in N.Y. from South America several decades ago. It was a February day, cold and snowing. Matter of fact my trip began in the Caribbean island of Antigua and I recall the coldness that permeated the aircraft as we entered the northern hemisphere. We touched down at JFK airport and my soul came home — I fell in love! This is where I was born to be!
It was a glorious February day and a boon to a person who had spent their young days always sweating profusely. I did not know what the ailment was called at that time (hyperhidrosis). I just knew I was always hot and sweating when others were dry and seemed perfectly comfortable.
I began visiting Texas since I had family her, but the heat was always a big problem for me. After my first visit I learned that if I were to survive here I had better visit during the winters. And for many years that’s just what I did.
Then in 2010 some life changes were happening and I decided to change my status from visitor to resident. So I trekked on over with bits of my life leaving the bulk of it, both literally and figuratively behind.
Our first day as Texas residents …
Gee and I began working at a large hospital with a super busy ER. I needed to get outside to take a break or just to breathe sometimes. The sun hitting the back of my neck as I walked to my car convinced me I could not live here.
The heat!!! Dear God the heat! I was convinced hell was housed in the south.
But I rallied on and some 10 years later here I remain. My recent trip to NY…my one- time stomping grounds did fill me with some nostalgia.
Things I feel I lost:
1. Shopping …nothing beats N.Y. fashion (and I was a fashionable girl).
2. The cold … I love the cold! It is currently summer here in New York but I recall how much I loved winters here, my favorite time of year. The magic and mystery of it all.
3. The FOOD — the best cuisines from every single culture is offered in its authentic self in N.Y. The competition is steep and your presentation and taste has to be on point to even make the cut as there are so many others to choose from.
4. The sounds — N.Y. is not a quiet city. It rumbles, shouts and rages in a continuous circle…the city never sleeps after all.
5. The people and the fashion — new Yorkers live a life on their own terms.
6. The air of excitement and the busy air of passers by. New Yorkers always seem so busy living life.
New Yorkers dance to the beat of their own drums, I envy that, a little. They conform to and for no one. Their fashion tastes are their own and they make no apologies for their choices. I was once one of those New Yorkers with my own sense of fashion complete with the colored hair.
I realize you lose things in relocation. Texas is now my home but I will always be a New York kinda girl!
This nostalgic trip down memory lane does not mean I am planning to relocate … I just mourn (more like just a little cry) for things I lost that I once had.
This Award was created by Beverley at Becoming the Oil and the Wine Blog to support fellow bloggers who have written and published books or who are in the process of writing a book. You are free to write as much as you’d like about your book and/or the reasons why you decided to write one
I am so happy and so grateful to receive such an award from my sister blogger who is an accomplished blogger and published author.
I am currently working on a book about my life and the ways I see God’s love and protection around me, it is not yet titled but I await the Holy Spirit’s prompting on the perfect name.
Nominate at least five bloggers who have published a book or who are thinking about writing a book. I am unaware of the published authors so this nomination is open to all published and prospective authors.
Here is another copy to a link to check out the books written by our fellow bloggers. Please check them out.
This nomination is open to any blogger who would love to participate. I would like to mention two very wise and gifted young bloggers whose posts I always seek out;