Autumn has always been my favorite season. I look forward to her cool
temperatures and soft breezes, especially after the stifling heat of a summer day. Fall is not like Spring, although lovely to look at, she has a
tendency to show off her unpredictable moods. And she is not like Summer,
either, who is a show off with her tanned bodies and gorgeous sunsets.No, Autumn's bloom is slightly fading, but she has a mature beauty. Her face is full of character and experience and paints a beautiful canvas. Whereas all Spring and Summer want to do is have fun, Autumn is ready to settle down. She is all about home and family. Football games and marching
bands. It is hot apple cider and jack-o-lanterns on the front porch. It is
harvest time and hay rides and visits to the pumpkin patch. Autumn is Thanksgiving, which meansextra plates on the table for company and afternoon
naps and leftovers to eat the next day. Grandma's turkey and dressing, pumpkin pie and sweet potato casserole. This is why I love Autumn. She wraps her arm around you like a warm, cozy
blanket. She has the biggest heart of all the seasons.
Sometimes I have the worst and the best luck at the same time.
I was having car problems a few weeks ago. It seemed like a battery problem, so I took it to the local auto parts store to have my battery tested. It was the alternator. The employee gave me the name of a local mechanic, who happened to live close by. This was on a Sunday evening. The man was very friendly and asked about my car troubles and the numbers on the ticket and what they meant. I didn't have a clue. We made arrangements for him to repair the alternator the following night, as he worked a full-time job. He seemed concerned that I might break down on the way to work and advised me not to use the lights and not much power.
The next day I made it to work and drove home, stopping for gas about five minutes from home. The car wouldn't start...at the gas pump, of all places. I called my neighbor. She wasn't home. My best friend was out of town. My daughter lived 20 miles away. I found the crumpled piece of paper with the mechanic's number. He happened to be at the high school, next to the gas station, where he was picking up his daughter. He drove over and jumped off the battery and I followed him to his house keeping my fingers crossed and counting my blessings at the same time.
His shop was behind his house, next to a cornfield. There were old cars everywhere, but as the mechanic told me, good cars that still ran. My daughter picked me up and took me to dinner. When I came back the sun was going down behind the cornfield and I could hear the hoot owls and crickets as I waited on him to finish with my car. He was a widower with two teen-age daughters and he shared with me the challenges of being a single dad to two young women and trying to teach them values. His oldest daughter was preparing for college, so he took as many extra jobs as he could.
A really nice man. A hard worker. A man of character. I thought of these things as he worked on my car under a lightbulb and the moon looking over the cornfield.
I could never understand why people didn’t like history. I have always loved History. I was probably the only person in Western Civ.
101 who enjoyed the two hour lectures on Mesopotamia and ancient Egypt. It may
have helped that I had been to the British Museum and seen the mummy room when
I was a high school senior. We lived in Germany at the time and our Honor Society spent a
week in London, giving us an education that can’t be taught in history books.
Whether we realize it or not, our lives and the lives of our
ancestors were touched by historical events that can have an impact for
generations to come. We were not
conceived in a vacuum, but come from many history chapters before us. What will
our chapter say to our future generations? What will future census records tell
our grandchildren and great-grandchildren yet to be born?
My own life has been affected by history. I was born in
Germany and spent my early years living with my German grandmother. She and her
children had been refugees after WWII, having lost their home during the war.
She ended up in West Germany and my grandfather in East Germany. The details
are shadowy, but the hardships affected several generations. I had a German uncle who fought in the regular
German army and was taken as a POW by the Americans. He kept a scrapbook of his
time with the Americans.
History once again was prominent in my life when in 1966 my
father was shipped off to Vietnam. We moved to middle Tennessee to live near
our grandparents. As I played in the shadows of an old southern plantation,
walking in the creek bed behind the old house and catching toads, I didn’t
realize then how history had played a role on this piece of land only a 100
years before, where Union and Confederate soldiers had fought nearby. I was in the
third grade and befriended a new classmate, a little black girl that I would
walk home with after school. It was the first year of integration. One day she
didn’t return to school. I walked by her
house that afternoon and saw a pile of ashes. The house had burned to the ground
and the family moved in with relatives. I didn’t know anything about Civil Rights
then, just that I could buy my popsicles
for a few pennies cheaper when I went to the corner store in the black
When I was ten we moved to Oklahoma and I soaked up the western
stories in our musty Oklahoma history books. The story of Comanche Chief Quanah
Parker fascinated me and I searched the library shelves for stories about the
Indian chief whose mother had been taken captive by the Indians when she was a
child. Cynthia Ann Parker was eventually
rescued by the Texas Rangers, who returned her to her family, but she died of a
broken heart. After losing her young daughter, Prairie Flower, and missing her
adopted tribe, she could never adapt to her new life. When the Indian wars were
over, Quanah lay down his arrows, dressed in white man’s clothing, and became a celebrity, but kept his four squaws.
How can we ignore history when it’s all around us? I’ve
walked the halls of Versailles and stood in the cathedrals at Westminster and
Notre Dame. I’ve seen the horrors in black and white at Dachau concentration
camp. I’ve seen the Crown Jewels and can
name all six of Henry VIII’s wives. I’ve walked along the canals of Amsterdam,
where Anne Frank herself may have walked. Her home was closed for renovations
when we were there. History is never more apparent than when visiting
Washington DC, with all its memorials and names etched in stone. How can we not
Looking at my life
through the lens of a historian every part has been affected in one way or
This is my third time living in North Alabama. I lived
here 50 years ago when the space program was in its infancy, although as a second-grader I didn't know it at the time. I lived her again for a brief time in the early 1970's. We survived the worst tornadoes ever seen in
April 1974. I was a sophomore in high school when President Nixon visited Huntsville and my classmates and I went to see him speak. He was the first man
in American history to resign the presidency. It was front page news at that time. Today it is history.
My dear, sweet mother-in-law went to be with Jesus yesterday morning. She was at home, baking for her daughter's family, and passed away peacefully. She was 91. She had been battling health problems for some time, a result of old age, but she didn't give up. She still helped with the laundry and the cooking because she was never one to sit still for very long.
I was blessed to have known her for these past 37 years. She was a survivor. Out of nine siblings she was one of the last two still living. Now there is one. She lost a husband and two sons and still maintained her beautiful positive spirit and never lost her sense of humor. An avid hockey fan, the local hockey team called her "Team Mom" and gave her an autographed hockey jersey on her 90th birthday. She coordinated the fellowship suppers at her church for many years and looked forward to going to breakfast at the casinos where she lived. She had many friends, young and old, and kept up with countless nieces and nephews and more than a dozen grandchildren.
She always had a story to tell. The most recent one was about a "younger man in his 70's" who would sit by her in church and drive her to Walmart. She laughed at the thought of having an admirer at her age.
She called me last Friday night and left a message and ended it like she always did, "I love you".
It has been a busy summer. My daughter got married. My grandson celebrated his birthday (today) and turned six years old. School is starting next week already. Where did the summer go? My daughter and her husband went to New York on their honeymoon and had a great time. Here are a few photos of their trip. They took over 400 pictures. The highlight was seeing "Rocky" and meeting the stars afterwards (and getting pictures made):)
View from the hotel
I caught a glimpse of my daughter and her husband
at the end of the show.
Visiting Ellis Island
I went back to work 10 days ago. I needed the routine. Right away I got a sinus infection and went to the doctor today. I have been well for several months, so this head cold threw me for a loop. Hopefully, I will feel better this weekend to go school shopping with my daughters and go to a birthday luncheon for a close friend.
I am getting busy, once again, with my cottage business,"Hand-me-down Threads". Here are some repurposed T-shirts that I made into scarves. I know, you're probably thinking, "Wow, she sure likes fringe!" And you would be right. How retro is that! The two bags are completely no-sew and were made from a Carnival Cruise T-shirt an the black one has the image of Tony Stewart, for you Nascar fans. And T-shirt will do, but I look for certain images and I like tie dyed T-shirts. You can wear he scarves with a plain T-shirt, black or white, to dress it up. My granddaughters may like them. Oh, and I didn't pay more than $1.00-$1.50 per T-shirt at the thrift store. I am a waiting list for a local consignment store to display my dresses and other clothing. Here are some of my dresses displayed on a recycled shutter.
While I was home with a sinus infection this weekend I browsed on the TV and discovered three new movies that I had never seen. The first one was called "The Seventh Cross" with Spencer Tracy and a young Hume Cronyn and his wife, Jessica Tandy. Made in 1944 and taking place in Germany, it was a very entertainig movie. I also watched "Magnificent Obsession" another good movie with Jane Wyman and Rock Hudson. Agnes Moorehead ( remember her in Bewitched) played in both movies. She was a really good actress. The third movie was "Love Actually" which had me laughing and crying at the same time. I can't believe that I had never seen this movie all the way through! I love Hugh Grant and Alan Rickman and Colin Firth and Emma Thompson, etc. Except for a few cheesy and adult scenes, the movie was a winner in my book. Loved the marriage proposal with Colin Firth.
No-sew T-Shirt bag, good for a sleepover
With remaining T-shirt, I cut them into strips and made
a braided necklace (hard to see here). I am going add something to it.
Tourist T-shirt from New Orleans
And if you made it to the end, here's a treat. "Edelweiss" was my mother's favorite song and I love this version by Andre Rieu, beautiful!