Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas present

My previous post was a memoir of Christmas Past.

Fifty-five years later, the Christmas experience is very different.  Most of my family of that time, the majority of whom lived within 10 miles, are no longer with us.  I now have a family of my own, who are spread over three countries and two continents.  Indeed, I now live 4,000 miles from my home town.

As a child I was part of a larger family, now the "blood family" is much smaller.  However, I now have a larger "family of friends" in many parts of England, Ireland, Spain and the US.  I am referring to "real" friends and, with respect, not the multitude of "social networking friends" that many have (I make a point of "friending" only those I know personally on such networks).

"Present" also means "a gift" and I had more than my fair share of these yesterday.  I also experienced the gift of a loving family, near and far, including an hilarious six a.m. "conference call" to our Norfolk, England family, where our wonderful granddaughters were enjoying their day and getting our day off to a good start.

Later our church family provided more love and cheer at Holy Eucharist, whilst after opening and exchanging gifts with our son and daughter-in-law we shared a wonderful Christmas dinner.

The definition of blog is, as I understand: "a Web site containing the writer's or group of writers' own experiences, observations, opinions, etc., and often having links to other Web sites."

I fear that this post is more of a journal entry than the above and sharing photographs is lacking (mainly because, unlike my daughter and daughter-in-law, I don't take many photographs), but I am working on posting more regularly.  If no one reads the posts I don't mind, I enjoy writing, albeit not too well and that's my motivation.  I enjoy reading the blogs of others and as long as they don't included incitement to intolerance and hatred, it makes us help us understand each other.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Memories of Christmas Past

“Christians, awake, salute the happy morn!”

The time was 4 a.m. I awoke from a deep sleep to hear dad coming up the stairs singing his favorite Christmas carol. He had done this every Christmas Day I could remember. “Rise and shine” were his first words directed at me, “breakfast is ready.” There was no “Happy Christmas son”. It was work as usual for dad and my job, even as a twelve year-old, was to help him serve his customers, Christmas Day or not, as quickly as possible to enable him to have at least some time to enjoy the festivities. I hadn't had much sleep, having attended midnight mass, so it was always a struggle to rouse myself from a warm, cozy bed.

Traditional Christmas breakfast was, even at that early hour, always the same. Cold pork pie with an egg in the middle (this I have recently discovered was called a “Grosvenor pie”), pickled onions and HP brown sauce, washed down with a mug of hot steaming tea. Dad must have had a palette of iron as he always drank his tea scolding hot. In fact he could not abide his hot food going cold, as he always said, “hot means hot, not luke-warm”.

I was putting off drinking my tea and blowing on it with the hope of it cooling down, but there was no time for delay. Dad’s customers came first. The milk had to be delivered to enable them to enjoy their holiday.

Cycling to the dairy took us ten minutes or so. The streets were deserted and dark, in those days only one in three or four streetlights were left on from midnight to six a.m. It was more often than not very cold, not helped by the strong winds blowing off the North Sea and usually raining. I cannot ever remember a white Christmas, but can remember many wet ones.

It didn’t take long to load the milk float. I was used to lifting the metal crates of pint, half-pint and even quart glass bottles of “pasteurized” (silver top), “TT (tuberculin tested)” (red top) and “Jersey” (gold top) milk. As I often helped Dad during school holidays - not that I was expected to, I just loved doing it, making me feel grown up I suppose – I knew all of his many customers and their orders, so unless there was a change in the order, we didn’t talk much. I delivered on the left side of the road whilst Dad looked after the right (drivers’ side).

We had usually finished and were back home for hot mince pies by 8:00 a.m. After a quick change, I then joined Mum and some of my paternal family (although not Dad) by attending Christmas morning mass at the local R.C. Church. Even though Mum was Church of England, she had been educated at a Roman Catholic school (I never did find out why), so we had to sit out the Communion.

By the time we had Christmas Dinner, which Dad had prepared and got started, it was time for a great English tradition - "The Queen's Speech". Dad an I normally took a nap before walking to my aunt's home for the family get together. After yet another enormous meal we retired to the rarely used parlor, where a coal fire was already roaring away. With an Uncle tickling the ivories we always had a sing-song, gradually getting hotter and wearier as the evening progressed. Around 11:00 p.m. the women would disappear into the kitchen and after a while, a head would pop round the door to state, "Supper's ready".

How we ate all that food I'll never know, but by the time Christmas Night turned into Boxing Day, we were walking home and were ready for bed as, of course, the next morning milk had to be delivered again.

By the way, I can never hear or sing "Christians, Awake", without remember my very happy childhood, thanks entirely to a wonderful, loving family.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Bloggers cramp?

My blogging statistics for 2011 have not been good. Since I started blogging in 2008, this year has been my least productive. Including this one, just fourteen.

To be fair, the main reason for starting the blog was to record the differences encountered by an Englishman settling to live in the United States.  Of course, the differences encountered over the first few years are now perfectly normal for me, so I don't feel the need to recorded them. In fact, there's sometimes a few seconds lapse when I think of how I used to pronounce a word or to think of what I used to call, for example "hamburger" or "ground beef" ("mince" sounds so, well "foreign").

I have learned a lot about myself from my random postings. For example in the early days of blogging I wrote a series of posts on my music preferences and in doing so found I didn't really have a preference, that I really did enjoy all genres of music . . . no, I don't consider a thumping bass that rattles my windows, music, so that techno (c)rap, or whatever it's called, doesn't count.

I was to continue by saying that I have never considered myself a snob, but that last statement could be seen to contradict that I suppose.  Of course, there are snobs of every kind, not only in music.  But I'm afraid - no, hang on there - I'm not afraid, to say, that if I enjoy it, I like it, be it music, wine, literature, art, or whatever.  And that's okay with me. I am not going to like anything because others think I should - however technically brilliant or clever(?)  it is.

My favorite Hans Christian Andersen story, The Emperor's New Clothes, may have been written as a "Fairy Tale Told For Children", but I'm of the opinion that many adults would be happier if they saw what the little boy saw and Danny Kaye sung - "the King is in the altogether".

To get back to the point - there is a point? As much as I admire those who blog regularly, especially the once-a-day bloggers, I cannot see me doing that.  I do intend to post more, if only I can remember those ideas for a post I have in the early hours!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

A Significant Day


It may have been a local election, but today was a significant day for us.

Last Thursday we became American citizens. That in itself was significant. Becoming a citizen is very important to us and we are delighted to have the right, and more importantly, the responsibility to vote.

At the Oath Ceremony, the District Officer asked, "what will be different in your life, now that you are American citizens?" Among several interesting comments, several answered that they were now FREE. Having lived my entire life in countries where to speak your mind was (and is) not a crime, that answer did not occur to me. But it did to those who were from Somalia and other such countries.

The right to vote is precious and should never be wasted.

No doubt today's municipal election will have had a low turn out. That's a sad reflection on those who take the right the vote for granted.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

It's all in the game

My original idea for this blog was to compare "life in North Carolina from the perspective of an Englishman".  In other words to emphasize the differences.

I've always been a fan of team sports and have never bothered too much with individual games.  Among the team sports played in England, Association Football, Cricket and Rugby Football are by far the most popular.  There can be no doubt that football is by far the most attended.

Here in the US team sports are huge. Although North Carolina has, to my knowledge, only two major sports franchises (NHL's Carolina Hurricanes, based in Raleigh and NFL's Carolina Panthers, based in Charlotte) college sports reign supreme.

Basketball and football dominate, but field hockey, lacrosse and baseball have big followings. Blue Devil (Duke), TarHeel (UNC) or Wolfpack (UNC State), the rivalry outweighs any thing Manchester United/City, Arsenal/Chelsea or Liverpool/Everton fans experience in the soccer mad UK. Tickets are always hard to come by, but nigh impossible at derby games. The TarHeels football stadium seats 63,000, Carter-Finley Stadium, home of the Wolfpack, seats 57,500, while Wallace Wade Stadium, home of the Blue Devils is bursting at the seams with 40,000. These three football venues are with 23 miles of each other!

Although of no appeal to me, motor sports are also big here, not surprising with Americas love of the automobile. NASCAR (National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing - not to be confused or compared to stock car racing in the UK) has a huge following and has, I believe just been made North Carolina's state sport. The Charlotte Motor Speedway has 140,000 seats, whilst over the state line in Tennessee the Bristol Motor Speedway holds 160,000 fans of this amazing spectacle.

Gail has never been a fan of sport (BrEng)/sports (AmEng), but has become a huge fan of baseball. We now regularly support Durham Bulls, the Triple-A affiliate of the Tampa Bay Rays. Bulls are probably the most well-known minor league team, if only through the wonderful movie Bull Durham. The ball park, Goodmon Field, as a modern, well-appointed and friendly stadium situated in the American Tobacco District of downtown Durham. I can think of fewer relaxing or enjoyable things to do on a summer's evening than to watch a game, drink a cold beer, eat from a large range of concessions and enjoy the between innings fun. Bulls won their section of the International AAA League and reached the play-offs before being beaten by an excellent Columbus Clippers outfit.

It's not cricket? No it's not, but I like it . . . and I just wonder if, unlike here, you could "hear a pin drop" whilst the National Anthem was being played at Lords or the Oval? Oh, I forgot - it isn't PC to do that in England - is it?

Soccer (AmEng)/Football (BrEng) is represented locally by Carolinal RailHawks, who play in the North American Soccer League (NASL), the second tier of the American Soccer Pyramid.

American sporting events really are entertaining occasions, whether your team is winning or not.

Friday, July 15, 2011

More tomatoes - conclusion

My original thought on starting this blog was to record the differences between living in the USA and England. To a degree I think I have achieved this, albeit with many deviations along the way.

Now well into our sixth year living in the beautiful state of North Carolina, I've come to realize how many things are similar while, thank goodness, many things are very different, even within this state.

Twenty years ago I asked a visiting technician installing new equipment at my workplace where his work took him. "Europe, North America and occasionally the Far East," he replied. "That's interesting, you must see a lot of sights and experience cultural differences?" His answer made me aware of this changing world. "Do me a favor mate, one Holiday Inn is exactly the same as another!"

That's probably simplifying the global world, or rather the economy we live with, but apart from the language and the prices, that statement rings true. I find it somewhat sad, that any Main Street / High Street / Alameda Principal or whatever, can look very much the same wherever you are.

One branch of one of my many interests is the study of transit buses. I view many photographs of these from the world over. What is more noticeable as each year passes is that not only that the vehicles are becoming so similar looking (even the individually owned, unique and quirky buses of Malta have been replaced overnight by the corporate giant of "sameness"), but the street furniture and the store fronts could be anywhere - one KFC, Best Buy, Starbucks is the same as another. There are exceptions of course . . . . . . . . . . .

 A typical Starbucks strip mall location in the US

This Starbucks is located at the Imperial Palace in the Forbidden City, Beijing.

Bringing the peoples of the world together to work in harmony must be a good thing, but can individualism survive on Corporate Earth? 

I for one hope so.

Footnote - I have nothing against Starbucks, believe me (well perhaps the prices). I just prefer a strong regular at say, a Waffle House (no, that does not make me a redneck)!

Monday, May 16, 2011

More Tomatoes

An alternate title for "You say tomato, I say tomato".  I still have fun comparing American English (AmEng) with British (BrEng), so here are a few more (BrEng in italics):

Home improvement - DIY (Do It Yourself)
Anchor - Rawlplug
Dry wall - Stud wall (in AmEng, "studs" are to what the dry wall is attached)
Flip - House renovation
Outlet (electrical) - Socket
Trimmer (garden) - Strimmer
Wrench - Spanner 

Transportation - Transport
18-wheeler (or semi) - Juggernaut
Bus - Coach
Bus operator - Bus driver (operator is the company that owns the bus)
Cross walk - Zebra crossing (or Pelican crossing if controlled by lights)
Engineer (railroad) - Train driver
Intersection - Junction
Moving Van - Pantechnicon
Public Transit - Public transit 
Railroad - Railway
Switch (railroad) - Points (railway)
Streetcar or trolley  - Tram
Traffic circle - Roundabout

Employment
1st, 2nd and 3rd shifts - Early, late and night shifts
Flex time - Flexi time
Let go - Fired or sacked 

I have previously recommended one of my favorite blogs "Separated by a Common Language".The latest posting points out a wonderful English expression "I'm not being funny, but". Check it out, Lynnequist is wonderful at explaining these wonderful expressions and what the American equivalent is (or might be).

I'm not being funny, but I'm no expert as Lynnequist certainly is. Postings on this blog are merely my own observations and just for fun.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Green Thing . . . continued

Progress has it's cost. There is no doubt about it. My last posting set me thinking even more of how "un-green" today's society really is, despite the current "green hype", compared to that of my parents generation and indeed, mine. 

Let me make one thing clear. I'm not criticizing progress. Modern appliances do save much time and (human) energy. I'm the first to admit that I will walk straight through an automatic door rather than pull open the manual one. What I was really thinking was more of the less wasteful and energy consuming practices of five or six decades ago.

My first thought was that, as general store owners, my parents sold biscuits (cookies), sugar, sweets (candy), dried fruit, etc. "loose". In other words, we weighed out the amount required,wrapped them in paper and the customer took them home in a basket she/he had had for years. There was never any reason to buy (and waste) more than we needed as, for example, Mum or Dad would cut and weigh however many slices of bacon a customer needed. Imagine going into a present day grocery store and trying to buy two rashers of bacon and the like?

Playing as kids, we would, when thirsty drink tap water, or if we had some pocket money (allowance) left we would perhaps buy a bottle of pop (soda) - my father made this on the premises. The bottle had glass "marbles" inside that sealed the fizzy drink as they rose to the top. I don't think you could even buy bottle water - if you could I certainly had never seen it.

We didn't have throw-away appliances. In the twenty-plus years I lived with my parents I can only remember them having one electric kettle. If it went wrong, Dad would replace the heating element. If it leaked, he would solder the seam. All this at a fraction of the cost of a new kettle.

The same with our shoes. Dad would repair our shoes, sitting there in the evening with tacks in his mouth, hammering new leather on the soles and "Blakeys" on the heels (I got through these pretty quick as I loved to make sparks on the pavement (sidewalk) by scraping my heels). Three pairs I had - the newest for Sunday best, then came the school shoes and as they got older, shoes for playing out. I considered myself very lucky - most of my peers only had one pair. I came home from school and before being allowed to play, had to change my clothes. If we were going out later, to the movies or to visit relatives, I would have to change again. Clothes did last longer and were better made even without the advantages of modern materials. We didn't have the "Lady Gagas" of today dictating what we should be wearing, so we never had to try to keep up with our peers.

The streets I played in as a youngster, weren't littered with discarded plastic bottles, candy wrappers, fast food containers, beer cans, etc. The bottles, be they pop or beer had deposits to collect and that was a source of income for us kids. Newspapers were truly recycled in one way or another - to wrap up our "fast food", that's fish 'n' chips (they tasted so much better than eating them from a plate like Mum insisted), and in poorer families to be used as toilet "tissue".

We actually walked places - most everywhere in fact. I walked to school, church, the movies, sports games and would only catch a bus if it was really necessary. Stores were in town (or on the corners of most streets in each neighborhood). Even those who had cars, didn't jump into them to travel half a mile to exercise in the gym.

Yes, I know "nostalgia is a thing of the past", and I'm not suggesting we turn back the clock even if we could. But before we suck up all the earth's oil, gas, coal, copper and other minerals only to fill up the holes with plastic bottles, containers and used appliances, shouldn't we (including myself), think of alternatives? None of us, even the faceless global corporations, own this planet, we are merely (very) temporary stewards and should take that responsibility seriously.

Monday, April 25, 2011

This "Green" Thing

This turned up in my inbox. It's worth sharing I think. As my dear mother once said, "There's nothing new under the sun!" I take no credit for the contents, even though I agree with them 100%.

In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day."
 
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. The former generation did not care enough to save our environment."
 
He was right, that generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.
 
But they didn't have the green thing back in that customer's day. In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks.
 
But she was right. They didn't have the green thing in her day. Back then, they washed the baby's diapers because they didn't have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts - wind and solar power really did dry the clothes.  Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that old lady is right; they didn't have the green thing back in her day. Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house - not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn't have electric machines to do everything for you. When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
 
But she's right, they didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, they didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
 
But they didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
 
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were just because they didn't have the green thing back then? 

Friday, April 15, 2011

Feline family (2)

Introducing Nimbus, aka Nimby. After living here for two years we decided that the time was right to have another cat, a companion for Big H, and for us.

A privately funded and run cat shelter, "Cat Angels" was recommended and we checked them out. One bright Saturday morning we visited the "shelter". To say we were impressed with the set-up there would be an understatement.

Within seconds, literally, of sitting down a small brown tabby jumped on my lap, purring like a Detroit Diesel and immediately decided it was not going to let me get up to check out the other cats! Nimby had chosen us and already decided that we were to give her her forever home.

Nimby was eleven years old, was not in the best of health (although had been nursed and well cared for) and had been with CA for eleven months. No one, it seems, wants older cats. Well, we're seniors ourselves I reminded Gail.

After filling out questionnaires and being interviewed (we had previously been vetted), Debbie, the founder of Cat Angels, asked us to go away to discuss the pros and cons of adopting this particular kitty. We dutifully went off, had some lunch and talked about anything other than Nimby - our minds being already made up before ordering our meal!
 
After eleven months, Debbie and all the volunteers at Cat Angels, had formed an attachment to this purrfect little girl and there were quite a few tears as we took Nimby to discover her new forever home and meet her new friend Hartley.

Nimby was another "de-clawed" victim (Grrrrr!); in fact the job, presumably done when she was very young, was a botch-up. Her front right leg is deformed as a result and she still has twinges of pain from time to time.

However, she is a wonderful companion, extremely loving, so fussy with her food she only eats one brand of dried chow, keeps Hartley in line (who is twice her size), sleeps on Gail's side of the bed (but not before keeping my side warm if Gail goes to bed before me), loves sun puddles, hate thunder storms (Big H will sleep through anything), sitting on our laptops (only when we are trying to use them), helping Gail to sort out yarn and her cross-stitch floss and has just celebrated her 14th birthday.

Cat Angels are located in Cary, NC. Check them out if you can give a cat a forever home. http://www.catangelsnc.org/Default.asp

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Feline family

Over the years we have been servants to many cats. In fact, with the exception of the five years we lived in Spain, neither of us have never lived without a furry feline companion.

Before moving to Spain we had to make a tough decision. There was no way we could have expected five free-roam cats to be couped up in an attico apartment - that's the reason we did not adopt a kitty there. We were just not used to having "indoor" cats. Fortunately, we found good homes for our quintet - only one of which we had had since birth - the others were all results of someone "volunteering" us to take them in.

Once we had settled in NC though, it became a different story. We have a large yard, plenty of space and trees. Ideal for cats? Maybe, but when we were at the animal sanctuary I was immediately attracted to a large eight year-old gray tabby. He had been named "Berber", apparently because he likes "messing" on the carpet and no one wanted him. "We'll take that one", I said. "You do understand that he has had other homes and his habits have brought him back here?" "We'll risk him"!

I then found out two more important facts about him. He had been de-clawed as a kitten (a barbaric practice which I would loved to see outlawed). The other fact? He had only days left until he was to be euthanized. Was I going to let my heart rule my head? You bet I was and I did!  "Hartley", for that was what we named him, was all over me. He knew for sure! However, it wasn't until we were signing the adoption papers that I noticed the clause (pun absolutely intended), that as he was claw-less (front paws) and he was only to be an indoor cat. 

Could we change our minds? Of course not. "Big H" has now been with us five years and is a healthy thirteen year-old, is stubborn, gets his own way, absolutely rules the home, will not settle (or let us settle) in the evening until he has been brushed to within an inch of his life and is renowned for his Houdini escape attempts.

Oh - does he mess our carpets? No - although we often wake up to hear him in his litter box making another attempt at "The Great Escape", although we are not sure if he's working on Tom, Dick or Harry? All we know is, he makes a lot of noise and although he tolerates us - we love him!

Hartley - what a beautiful boy.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

In like a lamb

A feeling of satisfaction that February is at last gone. I'm not sure that March has "Come in like a lamb" though. It's been gorgeous weather, but slightly breezy.

Let me explain. The old saying of "March - in like a lamb, out like a lion', or the opposite "in like a lion, out like a lamb", is one of those familiar sayings I was brought up on. It means exactly what it says and is very often proven a correct forecast. I have used the term "breezy", as being brought up on the east coast of Norfolk, England (it's the bit that sticks out), I am used to real winds. Come to that, our time on the Costa del Sol was even windier (but not so cold)!

The couple of days in the eighties at the beginning of the week and a decent soaking have done wonders for bringing Spring seemingly closer.



Don't you just love Spring? A new awakening. With Lent just a few days away - yes, it is as late as it can be this year - the weather by Easter will, God willing, reflect the season of wonder and renewal.

Yes, I am glad to see the back of February. After a busy, sometimes hectic seven months, I eased off some of my church duties. I do feel refreshed, but am so glad to now be back in the thick of it.

http://www.saintjosephsdurham.org - I make no apologies for the plug.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

You say tomato, I say tomato (again)

After five years of living here, I'm still struck by differences in American English (Am-Eng) and English English (Eng-Eng). Now you didn't expect me to say British-English I'm sure.

It's not just the pronunciation of a word spelled exactly the same. It's also the definition - sometimes similar, sometimes different.

As I mentioned in one of my first posts, I do now say to-MATE-toe rather than to-MAR-toe (probably the only American pronunciation Gail still doesn't use). Another great food example is AP-ricot as opposed to Eng-Eng APE-ricot.

Of the non-food differences there is, of course SKED-ule as opposed to SHED-ule (the American version does make sense, no one pronounces school "shool". Syllable emphasizing is another part of the language that takes some getting use to. IN-surance (Am-Eng) as opposed to in-SURE-ance (Eng-Eng); warran-TEE (Am-Eng) against warran-TY (Eng-Eng) and a-DULT (Am-Eng) versus AD-ult (Eng-Eng), are examples that come to mind.

I was discussing with some friends my views on the architecture of our church. It is, I suppose, a very English looking building. I was saying that in my opinion it could be improved (practically and aesthetically) by the addition of a porch. "What!", my Southern friends exclaimed, "It would look dreadful". I realized immediately what a goof I'd made. "Porch" in Am-Eng is a veranda (Eng-Eng) and so yes, it would look awful. They were thinking I'd gone out of my mind and probably had visions of some parishioners, quietly sitting in rocking chairs, enjoying a glass of iced tea! What I meant is the sort of church porch, a vestibule or lobby, found on the majority of older English churches!

A blog I read regularly and can thoroughly recommend is "Separated by a Common Language". The latest posting really makes a point about the layout of our neighborhoods. It uses the big 1980s hit "Our House" of English group Madness as a wonderful example of confusion. Check it out to see what I mean. Can you imagine a house "in the middle of the street". Of course you can if you're English. Not so if you are American.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

February Findings

February. My least favorite month.

I'm still not sure why I think that, but I do. Already buds are appearing and the first tentative signs of Spring are in the air, so I should be happy about that. Indeed, I am. However, I just love the first day of March and am always happier when the second month has gone.

I do have plenty to celebrate. I completed my thee year vestry term (although I'm already missing that); we have a new vicar; yesterday was our eldest granddaughter Josie's 20th birthday (she think she's nearly middle-aged, bless her - I haven't the heart to tell her); I completed the redecoration of our kitchen; it will soon be "Valentine's Day" - hang on a second - is that a cause to be happy? I've never been sure about this. Many year's ago my mother called this and Mother's Day, "Woolworth's Day", her way of calling these simple days of appreciation a commercial heist I suppose. I have heard them called "Hallmark Days" since I've lived here.

Still, although I "love" all things romantic, I could never claim to be one - a romantic that is. Yes, I believe in love, was even a "make love, not war" follower in the sixties, but lovey-dovey, no. Remember, this is the guy who bought his wife of 41 years a wheelbarrow for her birthday! That's a exaggeration, by the way. As if I could really do such a thing? I guess I'm trying to say, go for Valentine's Day, if that's your style. My style? . . . . wait for it . . . . . make every day a special day for the one you love.

Gail has a daily thoughts calendar on her night stand which, after awakening and exchanging our private pleasantries each morning, she reads. This morning the quote (by Dale Evans Rogers) was:

Every day we live is a priceless gift of God, loaded with possibilities to learn something new, to gain fresh insights into His great truth.

Well, there we are then. I guess I'll learn to love February.

Friday, January 21, 2011

January thoughts

Into the second half January already. It's been very cold here in North Carolina, probably our coldest winter so far.

January is not my least favorite month, but it comes a close second to February. I have recovered from a stinking cold and like most men made the most of it. Usually when I have the signs of a cold, Gail proclaims that it might be best for her to emigrate. "You've done that twice already," I tell her, so it counts as an idle threat.

Our street was always passable, but with extreme caution

It's hard to imagine that we have lived here for five years. Sometimes it seems just like yesterday when we finding our way round. There is so much of this wonderful state I still want to see. I really must make time to put my thoughts and words into action.

A second cousin of mine recently contacted me regarding our family tree. I hadn't been in contact with her for far too long and we finally got round to having a chat by phone. She was keen for me to see photographs she has stored on Facebook. Hmmm! A dilemma here - I recently made my views of "social networking" well know. Shall I rejoin or not?

Call me a hypocrite (I'm sure you will) but, after a considerable amount of thought, I have done just that. I'm still determined not to be involved with the banal gossip and to strictly limit my time on FB. I'm also determined to spend more time actually having real conversations.

With just ten days of January left, I look forward not in the least to February. There are only three good things to say about this month: (1) my mother and my eldest granddaughter were born in it; (2) we can see the signs of spring giving us hope; and (3) it's the shortest!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

Status symbols I need not, just the love of God and of my neighbor.

Let's worry about the needs of others this year and not our own wants.

May this year by joyful, peaceful and healthy to you all.