Too Busy to Write?

TT.Fall.2It seems that I am just that these days, too busy to write.  And, I don’t like that at all.  You see, I love to write and since I wonder about so much, there is always something to write about.

But, there isn’t always time to write.  And, that is something I truly miss.  As you see on the calendar on the right of this blog, there aren’t very many entries for this month so far.  Life has been so very busy lately and only will get busier as the holidays approach.  I just hope to find more time and soon for my writing.

Writers are often told that we need to write each and every day.  But, is 10 minutes at midnight really going to be something that I will even understand the next day?  Probably not.  So, I instead write when I have the time to get my coherent thoughts and questions out.

There has been much to wonder about lately, that’s for sure.  With so much going on in the world, I wonder where we are headed?  Will we remain compassionate or will we say no to people and things because our fears take over?  Do we who have much appreciate it and live thankful and grateful lives?  Or do we take it for granted and complain about everything?

Will we dislike others because they are different than us?  Or can we work to learn about one another and appreciate those differences?  Will we love others and continue to be kind?  Will we complain about the design of a cup when there are children starving all over the world and having no access to water?  Will we exercise our right to vote and not be criticized by those who don’t agree with us?  Will we be able to go to concerts and movies without being fearful?

I have a lot of questions and not many answers.  And that is frustrating.  I hope and pray that we continue to love and help others, yet I know there are those who only know hate, fear, violence, and death.  May they not take over our lives and societies.  May we with love, kindness, peace, and life be able to spread our message as well.

I hope and pray that we can reach out and care for one another.  I also hope and pray that we learn to put our differences aside and not be so mean and hateful towards those who disagree with us.

May we have compassion for each other.  May we be kind.  May we be good examples to our children.  And, may we love.

Path To Willie’s Cabin

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAHi and happy Thursday.  For today’s Throwback Thursday, I decided to post a photo from years ago of Ian walking on the pathway to Willie’s Cabin.

Well, at least this was the place that my grandfather told us that our elf friend Willie lived.  He was the character trying to figure out where rainbows come from.  On his quest, Willie always got into trouble and needed his friends to help him get back home again.

Grandpa would end the stories with Willie arriving back home and pulling candy canes off the trees to give to the children.  Then as they drove away, he would scratch his head and say, “I Still Wonder Where Rainbows Come From.”

I so loved his story telling ability.  He was amazing with the words he used, the visual pictures, the inflections in his voice, and his love of this character.  I felt honored and still do to have known Willie.  Thanks Grandpa for this amazing gift.

My mother and her siblings went to a cabin near this location many years while growing up.  They, their parents (my grandparents, and other friends and family enjoyed spending time there.  It was a favorite activity of the family and we have always heard stories about it.  The property is now a federal park and is still well-preserved.  The memories linger and we visit when we can.

On this particular day when we went walking, Ian wanted to find Willie’s cabin.  Knowing there probably was no such thing, we were stunned to actually find a small cabin.  I cried happy tears at the gift again from Grandpa.  Ian was thrilled beyond belief.  You see, he loves the Willie stories as much as I do, and was so excited to see where he lived.

To my parents, aunts and uncles, siblings, cousins, and the next generation, I am honored to have listened to these stories with all of you and to have shared all that we have.  Love to you all.  Grandpa (and Grandma), you are loved and truly missed.  Your stories will live on.

I too wonder as Willie does about so many things and am on a quest to learn more.  And I am thankful for those who help me along the way.

Dr. B’s Words of Wisdom

SRP.28_Patti.Dick.and.Artha.1986As my regular readers know, my blog is inspired by the stories of my wonderful grandfather, Dr. J.R.B.  He was an amazing storyteller and had quite an imagination.  He also wrote a column for his city’s paper for 20 years about his children, pets, his wife, family, and friends.

In 1985, he and my grandmother gave all of us in the family an amazing book of his columns and some family photos.  It is one of my favorite and most special treasures.  I love that my writing is often similar to his.  Today, I was looking at this book and came across a great column.  When I read it, I thought of Ian who has just had a birthday and my nephew Isaac who will turn 17 years old tomorrow.

This photo was taken of me with my amazing grandparents in 1986 – one year after receiving this precious gift.  I have enjoyed reading it on occasion ever since and draw inspiration from his columns and his stories that he used to tell.  I still miss both of them very much and wish they could have met my husband and son.

Here are my grandpa’s words on Parent’s Hardest Job, which was published in November 1950:

____”I’ve been watching our small son wrestle with Brownie, our family pooch.  It’s man-style wrestling now.  All at once I knew our boy is a baby no longer. The little baby has gone forever.

“Know how I feel? Like boo-hooing. I think a parent’s hardest job is watching the little ones grow up. Do you feel that way too? They grow up so doggone fast.

“Probably our regret is selfish.  One reason we love our children so much when they are little is that they make us feel very important. Their helplessness feeds our big-shot appetites. Compared with them we’re competent, successful, brilliant.

“We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t enjoy these superior feelings.

“Then they grow up. They become more and more independent. They compete with us. We become small potatoes. And we don’t like it.

“What should I do with my son, and you with yours? I should be more generous. I should get my thrill out of his new accomplishments. I should encourage his growth in all ways.

“So, little boy, go ahead and wrestle man-style. Nice to see your progress.

“The trouble is that your father is a soft-hearted old lump-in-the throat guy who just can’t seem to practice what he preaches. Oh me!”____

Aren’t these words amazing? I teared up when I read them today.  I thought about Ian and Isaac and the rest of my nieces and nephews and how quickly they are all growing up.  Time moves so quickly and there is so much change in our children.

I am honored to be able to have a front-row seat at my son’s growing up years and so many other amazing young people.  I feel blessed and humbled about that.  I wish them all the best!

I wonder if I could put this feeling into words as well as Grandpa did?  I am just glad to have his words to read and learn from.

Random Thoughts – See, Roy G. Biv, Manmade

Note-To_mommyHi and Happy Friday.  Today I have written on a few prompts that I have read about from a variety of sources.  I didn’t want to cover just one so I thought I would include all three.  They are See, Roy G. Biv, and Manmade.

I am posting three pictures — one that was a thank you note that Ian wrote (thus manmade) that I was happy to see and read.  That picture takes care of those two subjects.  The second is of a rainbow that Ian and worked on together — thus Roy G. Biv, and the third is a special quote.

See

This was a prompt for today from Five Minute Friday.  I decided to bypass the usual rules and just write on the subject.  To be able to see is a true blessing.  I have often wondered what it would be like not to.  I didn’t like that thought at all.

Seeing is something I don’t take for granted.  Ever since 8th grade, I have worn either glasses or contacts so I know my eyes need help.  When I don’t have them on, it is truly hard for me to see anything but fuzzy images.

There are several things that I especially like to see — my husband’s grin and grabbing of my hand as he tells me I am precious to him, my son’s smile as he tells me he loves me and thanks me for something special, and my family and my friends who I love to spend time with.

I also like to see a sunrise over our neighborhood, a sunset into my favorite ocean, the beauty of a rainbow or the starting of spring, a play in action, being able to read a favorite book, seeing a friend’s book be published, and the list goes on.

POD_July.23__I.Drew.ThisROY G. BIV

This was a prompt from WordPress.  Do you know what that name is?  I remember learning this acronym in 8th grade.  It is the colors of the rainbow — Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet.

I love all of these colors of the rainbow and rainbows themselves.  There is nothing like seeing a rainbow in the sky after a day or two of rain.  It is so lovely and lets you know that things are going to improve.  I remember one of my favorite pictures that is now on a necklace.  It is of a rainbow on top of our family’s beach house.  Talk about special.

Many of you know how important rainbows are to me.  After all, my grandpa’s character who inspired the title of this blog was always trying to find where rainbows come from.  It was his life’s journey to try to find that answer.  Each story ended with Willie scratching his head and saying, “I Still Wonder Where Rainbows Come From.”  Keeping this blog going is my way of keeping my grandpa and Willie alive and their quest for finding answers.

MANMADE

This prompt is from Fat Mum Slim’s Photo-A-Day Challenge.  Our world is full of things made by God and nature and those which are manmade.  I love the beauty of both.   For manmade items: there is beauty in the Eiffel Tower in Paris, a painting by Monet who is my favorite, a photo of my young son by my photographer friend which made me cry when I received it, and a special note that my son wrote for me.

Man has been working on inventions and things to make for many years.  I love the fact that someone invented a toaster, a computer, a camera, a washing machine, a garage door opener, a pen and pencil, a Post-it Note, a staple remover, a hairbrush, a tea kettle, a microwave, and a telephone.  That is just the tip of the iceberg but many things that I use almost every day.

I have often thought it would be great to invent something but what can I come up with?  I will try to think of something. What are some of your favorite manmade items?  What about them is special to you? Are they big like a car or small like a staple?

May you have a wonderful Friday and may you See many things around you, enjoy the Manmade items in your life, and appreciate the colors of ROYGBIV.scan0154

July 23 – I Drew This!

POD_July.23__I.Drew.ThisToday I have Tuesday Tunes and another photo for the July Photo-A-Day Challenge.  For July 23, the challenge is I Drew This!

As my regular readers know, the phrase “I Still Wonder Where Rainbows Come From” inspired the name of my blog and my writings.

My grandfather was a storyteller.  The quote is something often said by one of grandpa’s characters.  This character was always looking for where rainbows come from.  He  would regularly get into trouble during his quest and then need his friends to help bail him out.

Hearing my grandpa weave his tales was fun and an amazing gift.  I thought everyone knew about this layered character.  Later in my life, I found out these were special for my family and our friends.

At the end of each story, this character would scratch his head and say, “I still wonder where rainbows come from.”   This drawing celebrates that.

I have closed quite a few of my blogs with “I still wonder.”   I mention that about the topic I am writing on.  I want to keep this mindset of wondering and learning in my life and my son’s life as well.

I have always liked these stories and wondering about many, many things.  I also know and love that friends and family will help me through the tough times.  This was a great message that my grandpa illustrated in vivid and active stories.

And, I have always loved rainbows!  I remember learning the colors in school – ROYGBIV — Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.  These are all here — although the orange is tough to see.

I wonder what new item will inspire me next.  I so look forward to finding out!  May you find and enjoy your quest!

To read more about the phrase, please see https://patticates247.wordpress.com/welcome-to-my-blog/.

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For Tuesday’s Tunes, I wanted to mention the latest in music that Ian has been singing.

This morning he said, “I love Bon Jovi.”  And, he has been singing a few of the songs!

We have a greatest hits CD which includes the great song, It’s My Life.  It includes several parts where Richie uses a special microphone to make modulated sounds.

Ian likes the wah-wahs that he does.  And, he loves to sing the words as well. I love it since they have been one of my favorite bands for years.  I saw them in concert in 1988 and would love to again.

Yesterday, he pretended two of his Hot Wheels firetrucks were members of the band.  One was Jon Bon Jovi and the other was Richie Sambora.  And, his other cars said they enjoyed the concert.

Our family has a new generation which loves this group!  Isn’t that great?

Hope you have a wonderful Tuesday!