-Ok, so I slacked yesterday and didn't write. I am finding the writing part not difficult, but the knowing WHAT to write about is difficult! Sheesh! SO MANY good words and decisions, and if you've ever gone out to eat with me, you know how I am about making a decision! ha! So here goes..
"F"- Festivals, families, friends, fortunes, feathers, funnies, fruit, fable, fabulous, face lift, facial, fades (as in the haircut), focalin (ADHD med, sorry I just finished up with two days of a psycho-physiology/pharmacology class) flouncy... see, SO many words!!!! OH!, and what about the obvious? FACEBOOK! Duh! How about fabulous friends' fruit! Too much?
How about friends and family... I have great friends and a great family. I have friends from growing up that I still talk with, friends from the mission, my Utah years, and from being here in the Last Frontier. I have grown, from all of these people being in my life. There are SO many stories! How my friends have enriched my life and have made it colorful. If my life was a painting my friends and the experiences I have shared with them would be part of the color in my painting. My family would be the paper and the drawing of the painting. I am who I am, (mostly) because of my family. I am QUITE different from them, but I know that the reason I am a good person is because of what the members of my family have taught me. They are part of my foundation. I love my family and friends very much!
"G"- Speaking of family, lets talk about grandparents... oh my. I have been blessed to know my mom's parents VERY well, and to know my dad's mom. My grandpa Kroll died when I was one year old, in November 1978. How I wish I could have known him. I have heard great stories. The few times I have been to New York to visit Dad's side, I have heard wonderful stories. My father looks like him I think, with Grandma's coloring. One story that I remember Grandma Kroll telling me was that Grandpa Kroll always wore a plaid flannel. Go figure. Thats what I remember, and I think, but not sure, is that they met at a dance, or he took her to a dance... I do know this, Grandma loved him very much. My Grandma was a kick! I would always call during a holiday. I loved listening to her NY accent, and asking me how I was doing. In her last years, it was nice to talk to her and I always felt a connection. It's always hard to have grandparents that live far away because you don't get to know them very well. I wish I would have known her better. I remember once when visiting, Dad and my aunt went to do something, and it was just she and I. She told me so many stories. She loved to go and help out with bingo and things at the church. She had some poker skills too! When I think of Grandma Kroll, or Grandma New York, as I lovingly called her, I think of her smile and playing with my cousins baby, she had a great smile.
My mother's parents are very special to me. I grew up with them. They basically always lived "up the hill." I ate (and still do) many a meal there. I remember being little and sitting on my grandfathers lap and singing into the microphone while he played his guitar, or coloring with my "special pens" while he worked. I remember going to exercise with my grandma, being sick and her taking care of me, listening to me, playing with me, helping me with school projects, and making a wooden spoon person ( I saw it on Romper Room. BEST. KID SHOW. EVER!). As I grew up, they were always in my life, picking me up from school, helping with homework, teaching me grammar, going on field trips to San Francisco. SO Many memories. I have a special relationship with them, and I am grateful for it. Now that they are getting older, I hope that I can repay them back in some way for everything that they have given me. Here's the lyrics to one of my Grandpa's favorite songs... The Kingston Trio's "Tattooed Lady" You can you tube it, but my grandpa sings it better! :O) Thanks for letting me go down memory lane.. Man, I MUST be getting old! Enjoy the lyrics and until tomorrow....
"We came to town to see that old tattooed lady. She was a sight to see, tattooed from head to knee.
My uncle Ned was there. He came to gape and stare. "I've never!" he declared, "Seen such a freak so fair."
And on her jaw was the Royal Flying Corp and on her back was the Union Jack, now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine marched the Queen's own guards in line and all around her hips sailed a fleet of battleships.
And over her left kidney was a bird's eye view of Sidney but what we liked best was upon her chest
My little home in Waikiki!
(What did you say?) (Repeat all lines)" (Grandpa, makes Grams say this part...) It's REALLY funny and embarrassing when he does it at family reunions!)
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