By the end of next week the more than 50 year old Moore Middle school will have been completely torn down and hauled away. Truck by truck all the rubble will have been taken away. The land will be free to breathe life into an old piece of land. Land that faithfully held fast to the school building that saw so many young children walk through the halls, play on the playground and wait patiently on buses and cars to carry them home.
The neighborhood is excited, so many have walked and driven by to take that one last photo. This photo will be my last until the ground is cleared in a couple of weeks. Then my camera will be documenting the construction of a fine new learning facility. A facility that will house the youngest of children in kindergarten through the fifth grade. The faculty, teachers and students will have eyes full of wonder. Wonder that they will be the first to enter the halls of the new Royal Elementary School. Then the neighborhood can say Welcome to an all new era, a new generation of children, lessons and playground time.
The new Moore Middle School built just a few miles away has opened its doors for the first time this week and it was grand indeed. Parents, students, teachers and faculty were on hand to register the children – the first children to walk the halls of this new school. Good luck to all as you begin this new 2013-2014 school year.
Hey Jeff, Linda here, I always thought when you hit your 70′s you would be grown and wise beyond measure. Now that I have reached that plateau in years, I realize this time of my life is just another phase of learning.
Since coming in contact with several young men and women such as you – I recognize that life is built one second at a time- not days, weeks, months, or even years.
You newest book, ‘The In-Betweeen ‘ hits the mark. I am so glad to know all my in-between times were pointing me in the right direction even when I was fighting so hard to ignore them.
In 2007 I began writing. When you put the challenge out in your ‘You Are a Writer-so start acting like one’ series, I finally said the words out loud and now tell people I am a writer. You get some odd looks. Like writing is not a tangible occupation but a fleeting pastime.
Online websites like Yahoo, Examiner.com and Bubblews.com plus starting a blog on wordpress have helped me develop that ‘voice’ which seems to be the goal of beginning writers. I now feel confident that my words might actually be informative and helpful to others.
There are times the words seem to spill onto the screen taking my fingers along for the ride. My thoughts pour out, running ahead of my writing.
It is a new world for this grandmother, one that is exciting, taking me to new places. Who knows? Compiling the stories of my life may make a great book.
Keep working, never give up and love your wife and your son well. Trust God – he has all the answers.
If you knit or crochet and like a drink next to your chair, here is a nice give away from All Free Knitting. The mug is the ‘Lay Flat to Dry Mug’ from Knitbaahpurl.
Cute sayings from sweet sheep on each mug keep your tea or coffee close at hand. Just click on the link below to enter the contest. Good Luck.
Here is a great give away for all who garden. All you have to do is go to the website read and comment on your gardens. Then share everywhere. Facebook, twitter, google+1. Be sure the URL to the contest page is included.
The prize is a copy of The Beautiful Edible Garden by Leslie Bennett and Stephani Bittner with Studio Choo
This poem was written by a fellow writer/blogger ARDollak and echos the dark times in our lives but speaks of hope as well. Enjoy, may it be a comfort to you. Thank you Amanda Dollak
Poem: Darkness in My Past
Darkness in my past;
Darkness in my dreams:
The pain ever lasts
And fuels silent screams!
Darkness in my love;
Darkness in my faith:
I can’t break free of
Yesterday’s foul wraith.
Darkness in my sight;
Darkness in my voice:
I’m chased by the night
Without any choice.
I fight for some peace;
I fight for some rest.
I fight for release;
I fight for the best.
I fight for true joy;
I fight for true hope.
I fight to enjoy;
I fight to now cope.
But the pain is deep–
Darkness weighs me down!
I cry and I weep;
I groan and I frown.
I am but a slave,
Shackled to the past.
Oh, Lord, please come save
Me and heal me fast!
I’m weak from the weight;
I’m weak from the gloom.
I’m weak from the hate;
I’m weak from the doom.
Save me from it all;
Cast away my pain.
Soothe me with Your call,
Make me new again!
Amanda R. Dollak 2013
In this time there have been some hard things to deal with not concerning his passing. The family gathers together and rebuilds where hurt has stood. That is the way it should be.
Birthdays and anniversaries and Fathers Day have passed. They meld into one as each event occurs.
There has been a wedding, the first of my grandchildren and the oldest just wed his high school sweetheart. It was a wonderful week of preparations and getting the clubhouse dressed for the big event. It was a small wedding in some ways but very big when it came to many family members interacting.
The wedding was also a melding of three generations and two cultures which made the event even better. The traditional foods of the grooms family and the heritage foods of his brides.
Life is better each day and if you read my blog at all you will know any time I can get out into the flower gardens is a good day.