Flaming June's Love

I remember this outfit I am wearing above.  My grandparents Joe and Alice on the left, Aunt Betty and Uncle Tom on the right. Mom and I on the swing. Mom and Dad, probably late fifties.  Just so stunning. I caught the last hour or so of Field of Dreams the other night.  I love that movie.  Especially the last few minutes. When Kevin Costners character looks out at the field he built, that was inspired by a feeling of something bigger someday, I had a sudden ache in my heart. That is our mountain.  They built it, and we continue to come. 70 years later, continue to show up.  Listening to crickets, telling same old stories, and adding new ones. Our memories are what keep the place ALIVE with the spirits of those that have gone before us. I remember last year one summer night just sitting in the quiet dark, listening for something, anything that would take me back to those days. "Are you here?" I whispered to the night. "Can you hear ...

  I rememebr the picture at the top.  That day was a stunningly beautiful day at the Jersey shore.  Jack was four.  His t-shirt was from Bloom Early day care.  He is just gorgeous, that mouth, those eyes, his bleach blonde hair. He had also been thrown out of two daycares that summer. yeah sounds funny, but truly a nightmare.  He was sooo aggressive that he was hurting other kids everyday.  Tantrums, hitting, kicking, punching, screaming.  He also didnt speak a the time.  At least not in sentences. He could use single or possibly  two words to communicate and that is where his frustration came from. He had already spent two years at Wyoming Valley Childrens Association and was making great progress.  But we werent there yet. I think if we look back on the blog there is an entry about this day. He would wander off, Run down the beach not look back. He tried talking to other people but they had no idea what he w...

Tomorrow morning I will wake up and be 48 years old. How old is that? Old enough to know better, Old enough to know love, and friendship. I've had a good 48.  I want at least 20 more. Jack said to me in the car yesterday, "I hope you live long enough to see my children, and be their Nana." I told him I hope I do too pal, but if I don't I will be an angel watching over you as you are a great Daddy and husband someday. No sad stuff. What are the highlights of my 47th year? Married nine years, Two daughter got engaged, My boy survived the second grade and in the end... He was successful. I watched Jack grow up, he is a boy now, He is private, gets embarassed, has friends, plays sports, TALKS a BLUUUUUUUE streak! I remember the days I swore he would never talk.  Then GOD intervened and here we are. Andy became Mayor.  ... ? ? ? I have some really good dear friends. I haven't been able to say that for quite some time. I have friends that I trust...