How's Your Stretched Out Stomach?

Are you now in the possession of a much stretched stomach?  I certainly am. 

At this point, I feel the dang 20 pound turkey, which we had for Thanksgiving, has flown into my stomach and has taken up roost.  And he's not planning to move for a long time.  He definitely has stretched my tummy out with all of his bulk.  And I think he brought the stuffing leftovers and a couple of salads too to keep him company.  Wow.

I think we all might overeat on the big holiday dinners.  Wonder why that is?  Do we think we aren't ever going to have a dinner again.  And especially this year, did I overeat because I think that the Mayan Indians might be right and the world will end on December 21, so get it while it's hot and good cause you ain't getting another holiday meal!  hmmmm... well if that's the case, could we do it over again because those chicken and noodles were so good, I want more.  I guess in the event that the Mayans might have hit the nail on the head, maybe I better make some more noodles before December 21 so I can go to heaven with a smile on my face and noodles in the old tummy.

If you really want to know the truth, I'm not planning on the world ending because  I've already bought some Christmas presents and we're already planning ahead to the big Christmas luncheon.  So there  you long ago Mayans....take your calendar and shove it.

But now back to this big old stretched out stomach.  It's got to shrink.  That big old turkey who has taken roost there, just has to fly away.  I might have to drink sauerkraut juice to get it to shrink, but if that does the trick, I'll do it.  I bet that turkeys don't like that kind of juice so maybe he will fly away.

Oopsss.  I forgot about all of the holiday dinners coming up.  Free dinners for seniors.  I love free things, but this is just too many dinners!!

Ok turkey....fly away.  Here comes the shrinking juice!


Did You Ever?

When I was a kid, we used to play a game we called did you ever?
Today I'll ask you about things I remember to see if you ever did.

1. Did you ever go to the Springfield Speedway.  It was called Joe Sheehan's and was on Clearlake next to where the K-mart is now.  Across the street was an eating place called Babe & Jim's which had really good steaks and lobster.  We used to go there to eat a lot.   

 

 

2.  Did you ever go to Russell's pizza on 31st street (now known as Dirksen Parkway)?  When I was a Sophomore and Junior we used to go there a lot.  You could park in the lot and they would come and wait on you.  The most popular place to park was in the back along the tree line.  Many could be seen smooching and hugging with the person they were with (not me of course).

 

 

 

 

3.  Did you ever go to Tops Big Boy when you were a teenager?  Or, perhaps Jack Robinson's which was in the front of the parking lot.  We used to run through Tops drive in and then down the road to North Grand to Icy Root Beer and do through their drive in and then back to tops....all night long back and forth.  Then we would pull in to Tops drive in and order a Slim Jim sandwich which was my favorite.  At Jack Robinson's you could get a good old greasy hamburger with greasy onions for $.35 or 5 for a buck.  And their sausage sandwiches were so good.

 

 

The Christmas Tree is up and the wreath is on the front door.  I'm done decorating.  And, to boot, I used the skinny minny Christmas Tree which is about 10 inches around and 5 foot tall.  Talk about lazy!  I am.

 

Why do I need a big old tree when it's only the two of us.  We give money to the kids except for the youngest child,  so there will be very few gifts under the tree.

 

Perhaps I am getting more like doing a bah humbug the older I am.  But at least I put up a tree which is more than some do. 

 

So as I go my merry way down the path towards Christmas, maybe I will have a change of heart and will put up a sprig or two of pine bough.  But maybe I won't.  I just can't seem to get into decorating this year.  Oh well....!!

 

 

 

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Grandma's Rules To The Family at Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Day

From Grandma

 

 

 

Yes it is Thanksgiving Day.  The day I have been looking forward to for at least 4 weeks.  Yes, it has taken me 4 weeks to clean this dang house so that the family can come in a wreck it within 5 minutes.  Those grandkids could actually wreck an iron anvil with a glass hammer as they used to say back in my day...and their parents can also be slouches too sometimes.

 

 

This year I'm setting forth some rules.  So if you're coming to my house, I only hope you read this long list before you get here.  And if you don't like this list, you will get over it.

 

 

 

Grandma's Rules

 

~~ You will get here on time.  Dinner is at 1:00 pm and I sure don't mean 1:30 or 1:45 or even 2:00 as I know sometimes some of you have a tendency to be late as heck.

 

~~Today is Thanksgiving so bring your best manners.  No cussing and no politics talk as I already had to hear enough of that these last few months.  Yes they were all turkeys in the running but I've seen a lot of turkey politicians in my day and I sure don't want to listen to a bunch of turkey in the straw talk today.

 

~~When you get here, hang up your coat instead of throwing it on the foyer rose colored settee bench.  That bench isn't a dang coat hanger.  It takes all of 5 more seconds to reach into the hall closet and hang that coat up.  I will appreciate it and so will my bench so it doesn't have to be saggy from the weight of coats.

 

~~Remember your dish is to be already cooked and done when you get here.  You all make more money than I do on Social Security so how dare think you will waste my electricity cooking in my oven or using my power to spin the beaters on the mixer.  Do it at home and you pay for it.  This dinner has already cost me 47% of this month's Social Security check.  And if this keeps up, I will be living at your house using your electricity.

 

~~ Since the last time we all had dinner, three plates and four glasses were broken and three pieces of my best silverware went into the garbage,  I have decided that this year the color of Thanksgiving is yellow....yellow paper plates, yellow paper cups and yellow plastic silverware.  I know none of you like picnic style eating but because my nice china and good silverware doesn't seem to count, get over it.

 

~~Speaking of dishes to bring, if I see one more dish of scalloped corn, I will just puke.  I hate scalloped corn with grease on the top, just waiting to give me another heart attack.  You will just have to wait for your inheritance this year as my untimely death won't be due to having another bowl of scalloped corn come through the door.  Seriously, is this all you can cook?

 

~~You all know I cook with very little salt.  I have for years.  If you don't like my food, get over it.  Put on your own dang salt and then you can pass over from too much sodium.  I've lived a long time without it.  We are going to be healthy this year.  My food tastes good to me, so don't tell me it doesn't. 

 

~~There won't be football during the meal.  And none of those DS's or whatever those little hand-held electronic thingies are called.  The pilgrims didn't have television and a bunch of electronic widgets so why should we have them during our meal?!

 

 

~~ Soda pop will be poured from 2 liter bottles and I might add....do not open a new 2 liter bottle until the first one is empty.  At the last family get-together, I poured out many almost full soda pop cans, which  I might add, were left sitting around and not disposed of.  So you are punished.  No cans.  Soda pop goes in plastic glasses with your name marked on the side.  The big felt marker will be on the table near the 2 liter bottles.

 

~~To the parents.  If you want me to watch your kids on Thanksgiving Day, there will be a baby-sitting fee of $5.00 per kid per hour.  If you prefer to not have me watch them and make them mind, I suggest that you take over my duties and I will sit back with my feet up like you usually do.  I raised you and I'm not raising your kids so take heed on my special day.

 

~~ Lastly, if this wonderful Thanksgiving Day goes according to the rules, it will guarantee that your Christmas stocking will be full of good tidings and joy and maybe even a bit of moolah (part of the inheritance mind you).  If you don't make it here or make it late, or don't abide by the rules, the stocking could be pretty flat or might even contain those same pieces of coal you used to get as children.

 

In honor of my dearly departed mother and father, I have made fudge and cookies.  They loved them and so do I.  Eat hearty but leave me at least a cookie or two for next week's dessert.  It may be all I have to eat since my Social Security check will be in your belly this month.

 

Love,

Your Crotchety Old Grandma

 

 

 

 

Today's message written with love and humor.

But, also to respect the grandmas of the world having

Thanksgiving dinners at their house.

 

I am so thankful for my readers.

On this special day of Thanksgiving,

may your life be filled with peace and joy.

 

Exhaustibated!

I'm A Senior....You're A Senior....Everyone's A Senior...

Well....almost everyone's a senior.

And what does that have to do with anything?

Because the above word applies to us, and to them and to all who are seniors.  Here a senior, there a senior, everywhere a senior.  Look high and look low, you will see a senior.  Sitting on their butt, resting their legs, or just enjoying the sunshine on a sunny day.  Or maybe sitting in one of those artsy coffeehouses sipping on a java and maybe eating a nice sweet roll or a piece of pie.

What you might ask does this have to do with anything?

Well it does, because my new word really describes the senior "crowd" which we seem to be a part of.  According to the AARP, once you get to that magic number of age 50, you are a senior.  That puts a lot of us in the mix.  AARP is describing us as old at age 50.  So how do they describe us at age 60, or age 70 or age 80....."over the hill and through the woods" I suppose.

I personally think we should be called the "Exhaustibated Crowd"....not the "seniors" of the world....and definitely not the "oldies".  "Exhausitabated Crowd" just sounds so sophisticated...much more so than those other negative terms usually applied to the over 50 crowd.

Let's get down to business and use "Exhausitbated" for all of us seniors.  After all it  truly describes many of us....ME ME ME ..... and if you don't know the meaning of my new word.....(drum roll please))))))))

It means "Just too tired to give a crap".  Ain't it so!

Old Pictures

Picture of Cramers.  I would guess it was early 1960's or late 1950's.

Note the sign has A-C for Allis Chalmers.

This is the building where Mel Lockwood later had store which burned.

 

 

 

Tripp Lumber Yard on the south side

of the square.  Early 1960's.  The buildings where the lumber was stored are to the left.  And clear to the left is the little

red shingled house where Frank Bless lived, with the Presbyterian church in the far left distance.

 

As I go through life, I find that many words and phrases just turn me off.  I hear this stuff and think "where the heck did that come from".

I know I've mentioned this before.  But some of these really bug me.

For instance one phrase I hear all the time is "hand prepared".  I see this on restaurant menus.  If you really think about it, I question whether there are other ways the menu item could be prepared ... like "foot-prepared" or perhaps "prepared by R2D2 the Robot"?

Another of those ugly set of words (in my estimation) is deal breaker.  What is a deal breaker?  Does it mean a deal which is going to financially ruin you?  I think it always has something to do with a negotiated something or other, but if the deal isn't taken, what happens?  Will the sky fall?  And if the deal is taken, will the person win a prize? And what about the phrase "a little pregnant".  What is a little pregnant.  You are either pregnant or not pregnant. 

But the best one I've heard lately is "let me hold that for a minute" and used when two persons are having a conversation without even having anything in their hands to hold!!!  So I guess you are asking the other person permission to let you hold something which is invisible.  And if the other person doesn't grant permission, is the second person who wants to hold the "whatever" for a minute, stealing?    Geeze! Perhaps you can see why I am confused with these terribly strange phrases which are subject to all kinds of interpretation.   And, I don't think I'm going to find answers to all of my questions and thoughts on this subject.  So I guess I will just go on frowning when I hear the dreaded phrases because I really don't know what the person doing the talking means.   And that person probably doesn't either.  Aghhhh!

Thanks for coming to my blog.

 

Tis the season to be thankful.

I am.

Thankful for my family and thankful

for my friends and thankful

for my readers.

 

Blessings to all.

 

Have a good holiday.

What You Sayin' Bud?

So many things from my past creep up on me.  It gets to be "I remember that".... or  "My (whomever it was) said that".

Some words and phrases I remember were vintage sayings.  Some were slang of the time.  One term I loved as a kid was "skedaddle" and another was "scalawag".

I remember when a bum or a bummer was a hobo who was probably drunk on his hind end.  Now it means something totally different.  I remember Groucho Marx and the funny things he said....like when he said....I don't care to be a member of a club that accepts members like me.  How funny is that....he was a true man of the times, with a "funny" to respond to any conversation.

"Discombobulate" is another funny word I remember from the past.  I think it means a person feels like he/she is a million pieces floating in space and very confused. 

Who could forget when the Sound of Music brought forth the ever popular word "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious".  One of the best words ever.  Hard to spell but easy to say and cool besides.  Just the "bees knees"!

I love the phrases which have a meaning you have to think about.  Like this one:  "I'm a secondhand vegetarian.  Cows eat grass, I eat cows". 

If I didn't think about remembering the old times a lot, I would be "scobberlotching" .... probably gotcha on that one.

Oh well.   I think I will go mall watching and see how many I can see who "got hit by the ugly stick".  Of course I will "fly by the seat of my pants".  I might be "in the hot seat" though if I say something to someone about "being ugly as an eight day clock".  They will probably tell me to "shutyaface" and then I'll be "hotfootin it" back home before they "beat me to a pulp".  Lots of those ugly folks "think they are the cat's whiskers" that's for sure.

So sit back and think about your past and words and phrases you heard.  And don't forget about those funny tongue twisters we used to say when we were young.  My most favorite was " if you must cross a course cross cow across a crowded cow crossing, cross the course cross cow across the crowded cow crossing carefully".

blahht blahht...my tongue is tied now.


Old...Old...Old...Old...Old


I'm trying to find out more about old Sarah Jeffries who lived in the jungle tangled undergrowth up by the elevator....one block east.   I think she lived with her brother William Neeley before living alone.   Many of us knew her as the hermit.  Let me know if you know anything about her. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 

History of the Gas Station East Side of Road

 

The following is what  I've been able to establish.  Can't guarantee it's right but it's close.

 

1.  Built in 1953, Oanafo (sp) Lowe.  Standard although someone said it was Texaco.  Is in the 1960 yearbook as Lowe's Standard.

 

2.  1957 Goat Taylor ran it as a Standard.  Not sure if he got it from Lowes and then it went back to Lowes.

 

3.  Reggie Harbin was next.  Was in the 1965 yearbook as the operator.

 

4.  Ed Hanson was next but not much is known about him.  He was killed by the AMVETS in a wreck while driving a 1967 GTO.

 

5.  Ed Backs but unknown dates although I remember him having the station when I was driving in 1966 or 1967.

 

6.  Glenn Tuttle.  Unknown date of opening.  Still owns the site but it doesn't have a gas station - is now a repair service and car sales (Tony Tuttle, son).

 

If you know any other information which disputes or adds to this, let me know.

 

Quote For The Day

No man knows how bad he is till he has tried

very hard to be good.

--C. S. Lewis

 

 

Time to get ready for Thanksgiving.  This year, and every year and every day,  I am thankful to be alive.  Next comes the thankfulness to be able to write this blog.  And finally, thankful for having readers who faithfully come to the blog to see if a new post is posted.  Thank you for that.  Without having you, the readers, there would be no need to continue.

 

May your preparations for Thanksgiving in the coming days be full of excitement and happy anticipation that you will be among family.   I will be having the Thanksgiving dinner this year...the first in a long time, but due to my daughter's surgery a few months ago and her inability to fully recover, I'm taking a turn cooking for my family.  

 

 I hope that I will be able to post at least one more post before Thanksgiving, but if not ~~~ Happy Thanksgiving.

 

 

 

 

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Spatchcocked Turkey?????

What in the heck is a spatchcocked turkey?

Is that a turkey which has been spatched?  If so, what is spatched?  Does that mean the turkey has been smacked around and left for dead?  Or, does it mean that a hamburger spatula has been used to beat the poor thing?   Or, does it mean that a turkey went out and got drunk and was wandering drunkenly down the road and got spatched when a car didn't see the turkey and tenderized the bird beyond recognition.  Spatched huh?

After all, I've seen drunken chickens before.  I must admit the drunken chickens I saw were cooked with a beer can up their old hiney.  But, I've never seen a drunken turkey, and I think to get a drunken turkey, you would need to put a whole six pack of beer up that old turkey's hiney.

Now I'm sure if I analyze this word spatchcocked, I will be able to figure it out.  I looked up the word spatch and found it's a game according to the urban dictionary.  Oh, ok, so it means a game turkey that _____?______ .  Now, taking the second word cocked,  we all know what cocked means....so if I put the two meanings together, I still don't know what a spatchedcocked turkey is.  Cripes.  Someone is coining big and grossly weird words for the dictionary. 

Back to google.  Yep there it is.  It didn't give me a true meaning, but if you take the backbone out of the turkey, push the rest of the turkey down by the breast bone on a flat baking sheet with a rim, and bake it till done, you suddenly have a spatchedcocked turkey.  Rub that sucker with olive oil and put on bit of salt and pepper and supposedly, this is the best turkey and one which cooks super fast. 

Ok ok....now the question is how the heck do you take the backbone out without totally butchering the turkey...it didn't tell me how to do that.  And, I really wonder how the heck you can spatchcock a 21 pound turkey, push the sucker down by the breast bone and get the whole thing on one baking sheet with a rim?  Am I supposed to use a large piece of tin from the barn roof to get something big enough???  I don't have a baking sheet that will hold the turkey, let alone fit in my oven. 

So ..... what a dilemma.  I want a spatchcocked turkey, and don't know how to do it and can't fit it in the oven to cook it.  And, I sure don't want to have a drunken turkey and waste a whole six pack of beer.  This delimma means that we will have a plain old huge 21 pound turkey, cooked in it's own juices. 

But I know that when I get the big bird ready to cook,  I'm going to put popcorn in his cavity, pop him in the oven and listen for the popcorn popping.  When the big old turkey's butt blows up and blows the oven door off and then flies across the room, I'll know he's done.


Something Old and Something New

 

This doll is from the 1950's.  These are called ponytail dolls

and were available at dimestores all over the nation.  They were made in japan and all had reddish hair in a ponytail, except for the ones which were sold with a brother, and he had only a hat on and no ponytail.  This particular one is a mechanical one which you could wind up and it would dance.  I own the above doll and love it.  In fact I own many ponytail dolls.  I used to go to Woolworth's in Springfield, and while my dad was having a piece of pie, I was buying ponytail dolls with the money he gave me to go spend. 

 

 

 

 

The doll on the right is one from my childhood....a Saucy Walker,  from 1956.  She's wearing a new coat which I made for her a few years ago.  The doll on the right is a fairly new doll.  As you can see, the quality of the older doll was much higher quality than that of today's doll.  Sure there are current day dolls which are of high quality, but they cost a ton of money and a child can't play with them.  Most Saucy Walker dolls had some rough play and still look good today.

 

 

 

 

Greenview residents will most likely remember the Greenview Review office on the north side of the square.  It was owned by Jack and Willie Ruth Luscher.  In this picture is their daughter Kathy when she was pretty young.  Note the Arlee Theater sign in the window.

 

 

 

Going south out of Greenview.  Taken when the highway had not been built.  Note the big stone Wernsing mansion on the right.

 

 

 

Quote For The Day

The best advice is this:

Don't take advice and don't give advice.

--Author Unknown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peace and Freedom

Because of our Veterans.

Thank you my friends and relatives who served.

Popeye's Best Friend - Spinach

Popeye The Sailorman, He Lives In A Garbage Can

That Popeye sure is a cool dude.  "I am who I am and that's all that I am."  Yep, me too.

Spinach always helped Popeye.  He'd pop out that can of spinach from someone around his armpit   ~~~ ewww ~~~ then pop the lid off, tilt back his head and gobblegegook that spinach in one gulp.   Now .... I think that if old Popeye can do that, so can I.  I love spinach, although I prefer mine raw, with a nice warm bacon dressing on a salad plate.  But the canned stuff will do if it makes me strong and able to get things done.  Like smack the crap outta someone or clean the whole house in one day.

So....today I'm going to start my Popeye campaign.  Gonna eat spinach for every meal.  If I'm going to do that, I will probably have some weird looking body waste but as long as it's the spinach, all will be well.

By this time next week, I should be strong as heck.  I should also have big muscles popping up in both arms and best of all, I will be able to do anything.

After all, I believe in the old saying.....give someone spinach, and that person can lift the world with one hand.  Amen.

Old Things Around The Area

 

T. J. Raikes, 1930 Menard County Sheriff campaign ad.

Was elected in 1934 as sheriff.

 

 

 

 

 

Thomas Jackson Raikes, the county sheriff.  Was a farmer near Greenview.  Was elected in 1934 and served a full term, then after elected for a second term, shortly after he died of a heart attack.

 

 

 

Thomas and Martha (Belton) Raikes, Sheriff Menard County.  He has his badge on and his holster and gun on his shoulder.

 

 

Robert Gilmer on the left 1913.  He lived in Irish Grove.  In his will, he bequeathed his library to the Irish Grove Presbyterian church and $500 to the Greenview Presbyterian church on the condition that the church be built within 2 years from the date of the will or the money reverted back to his estate.  His estate consisted of about $4,000 in personal property and 300 to 400 acres of land.  He had also left the General Presbyterian Mission and Board most of his estate.  His uncle filed suit to be the only heir and lost the law suit.

 

 

 

 

Quote For The Day

Be not angry that you cannot make others

as you wish them to be,

since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.

--Thomas a Kempis

 

 

 

 

Do you use the LOL in your internet communications?  Why do we use this....I thought everyone was supposed to use ROFLMBO....so why did someone come up with LOL. 

 

I know it's supposed to mean Laughing out Loud, but everyone always uses it at the end of their communication so to me it means....."I don't have anything else to say so I'm putting LOL to end this conversation".

 

The end.....LOL

 



 

 

Ok you turkeys....Turkey Day

is coming soon.

 

The following link is my contribution to

your good day.

http://images.businessweek.com/ss/05/11/egreetings/image/01.swf

 

 

 

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Boy Brains

Boy Brains....Boy Brains....Boy Brains....Boy Brains....Boy Brains


Achoo.  Wow, I better put my hand over my mouth so I don't achoo my brains out of my mouth.  Personally, I think that same thing might have happened to a few boys or men, whatever you want to call them.  Sorry boys!

Boys do have different brains.  Let's take those men who like or have Man Caves.  What in the world do they do in those Man Caves?  Oh, I know.  They look at Playboy Magazines and wish to heaven they were sitting in that loverly scene with those beautiful women.  I wonder  what those magazine women have over us beautiful, fat, dowdy, hair not combed, teeth not brushed women of these boys. I mean men.  I can't see why these boys, I mean men, like to look at "Paper Women" when they could have their loverly wife who is still in her bathrobe, the same one he has seen her in for the last 30+ years.

These "Paper Women" can't lean over and kiss the boys on the cheek.  "Paper Women also can't bring the boy's slippers or bring him a beer when he hollers out "bring me a beer".  Oh yes, these "Paper Women" also can't cook a meal for the boys who spend so much time out in the man caves and only come in when they are hungry.  What would they do if the "dowdies" in their life waited until the "Paper Women" cooked the meal.  Lots of skinny boys out in man caves around the world.

Of course, some boys, I mean men, even want wifey to bring the food out to the man cave so he doesn't miss a beat.  But, is that really too bad a thing for wifey?   Just imagine wifey getting a bit more time to slip into a bubble bath with a few candles lit for peace and relaxation, while sipping a glass of bubbly white vino.  Not forgetting the time to clip the toenails and paint them with a nice tone of pink.  Pink tootsies are so comfortable and pretty just like the "Paper Women" wear.  Ahhhhh....time in the Wife Cave.   Away from the paper women of the world and the boy brains.  Yes people, boys, I mean men, do have brains....little as they seem sometime.....boy brains don't grow up.  The boys do grow up, but the brains remain boy brains.  And..... I'm not kidding.


Old Springfield Info and Pictures
(most pictures will enlarge if you click on them)

 

A snowy winter night scene of the Lake Club.  The Lake Club has been known to have been haunted .... so they say.  The following site will give you an idea of why people think it was haunted.  As an aside comment, I went there in the 1970's and felt the willies.  My drink was spilled somehow but none of us at the table could figure out how that drink spilled.  I only went back once more and I had the same willies.  No more for me.  Then it burned down....mysteriously I might say.  oooooohhhhh

http://www.prairieghosts.com/lakeclub.html

 

 

 

Inside of the Lake Club, Springfield, IL

 

 

Springfield's Gulf Mobile Ohio  (GM&O) Train Station waiting room and inside at the ticket counter in 1949.

 

 

 

 

 

Gulf Mobile & Ohio (GM&O) train station - outside in 1949.  Still located on third street corridor between Jefferson and Washington but is now Amtrak. 

Quote For The Day

Two and two the mathematician continues to make four,

in spite of the whine of the amateur for three,

or the cry of the critic for five.

 

--James McNeill

 

 



"When You Thought I Wasn't Looking".....a poem that describes what your child might write to you as a parent.....


When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer,
and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be..

When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and wanted to say,’

Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'

                                                                ~~~~ Mary Rita Schilke Korzan

 

 

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