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Education & Family

Saturday, September 7, 2013

I COULD CRY…..

Because that cute little Hannah Montana has turned into a nasty woman who apparently enjoys dirty dancing, sticking out her tongue, and making a spectacle of herself.

About the price of food and gas. When you are living on a fixed retirement income, the budget suffers when you have to eat and drive. Some of the folks in our retirement community have their homes in foreclosure because of tight budgets. Such a shame.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

No, I do not work an 8-hour shift. The only work I do is housework - and an occasional volunteer job. My days of regular employment ended quite a while ago.

But, I am still a 9-5 girl. I go to bed around 9 and wake up around 5. That has been my schedule since I went to college in 1958.

I discovered that I do my best mental work in the early morning. That's when I write my columns and figure out my daily schedule. That's when I am the most alert and aware. As the day goes on, my mental capacity shrivels up like an old prune.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

New beginnings are exciting. A new school year can be thrilling for everyone involved. The night before a new school year starts is ranked second only to the night before Christmas.

By the middle of August, new school clothing has been purchased, school supplies are in the backpack, and the family knows who the child's homeroom teacher will be and where he should report on the first day.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

I have never had enough self-discipline. When I was a young piano student, my teacher (Mrs. Harriet Mitman) told me that I would never amount to much because I didn't use the correct fingering. She said, "Ginny, you must discipline yourself to use the right fingers."

I hated sitting at the piano and figuring out which fingers were required. I would much rather play the piece with my own creative fingering. It took less time and seemed to sound the same to me.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Those of you who read this column on a regular basis will remember "Seventy Winters." I told the story about a sculpture of an old Indian and how much I would love to own it. I fell in love with Herb Mignery's bronze piece while I was working as a volunteer at a gallery in Brookgreen Gardens in Pawleys Island, SC.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

When I was a young child growing up in Mauch Chunk, Pennsylvania, we didn't have much money. My Dad was a bartender and my Mom was a stay-at-home mother.

Mom had been a dancer in vaudeville and on Broadway but had never had another job. Dad made very little in salary, but brought home tips. My sisters and I used to count out the coins each morning at the kitchen table. Dad always let us have a nickel for our work.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Life changes and so must we. When I could no longer play the piano, I tried playing a recorder instead. When I couldn't play the recorder, I started making pine straw baskets.

When basket-making became too difficult, I got some Sudoku books and did those puzzles. When my shaky hands wouldn't let me put numbers in the little squares, I got Sudoku books with bigger squares.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Recently, I took some classes and learned how to make pine straw baskets. I also took some art classes and worked with acrylic paints, colored pencils, and chalk. None of this learning was familiar to me.

I found out that my 73-year-old brain still works. I could follow instructions and produce a finished product that wasn't an embarrassment. And, wonder of wonders, I enjoyed learning new things.

Some of my learning hasn't been in a basket-making or art class. Some of it has been life learning. For instance, I've learned……….

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The birthday party was in full swing. Our daughter's pool was full of kids - splashing, throwing, and yelling. They were having a ball.

The adults were sitting around the pool, engaged in conversation and keeping an eye on the kids. None of us adults had brought our bathing suits. We knew that the pool would be the domain of the young'uns that day. No relaxing swim for us.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

We were driving on the Florida Turnpike, on our way to our grandson Colton's 5th birthday party. It was a hot and sticky Sunday morning and there seemed to be a lot of traffic for 9 a.m.

A blinking sign said "Lanes blocked after Route 27." Well, we just kept driving. Everyone else did, too. We all assumed that the turnpike bosses wouldn't let us keep driving if the road was blocked. We were wrong.