Sometimes I wonder how I survived childhood.
There were no childproof locks, or plugs for the electrical sockets.
We didn't have seat belts, air bags or special safety car seats.
We played on a concrete playground with steel monkey bars.
We played in the mud, drank out of hoses-remember the taste of water from the hose?
We walked everywhere-no fear of kidnapping, or perverts.
When we moved from D.C, to Maryland we discovered new exciting things.
Our house backed into Sligo Creek Parkway. We had to walk through a small stretch of woods-that led to a big hill then the creek.
One of the first things we learned from the neighborhood kids
sledding in the spring and summer.
First you find a big cardboard box-the kind that console televisions came in, or better yet a refrigerator one- much bigger and more to share,
We would tear of a big piece, hold it in front of our bodies,take a running start and dive down he hill with the cardboard as the sled.
Another great thing to do with a box-leave in shape, climb in and roll down the-we would get cuts and bruises-but never anything serious.
When we were tired of playing with the cardboard., we would head on down to the creek.
We need more creeks in this world.
Sligo creek was teeming with all sorts of aquatic life.
We would watch the water striders skim across the surface, we would catch minnows, crayfish, salamanders, and in early spring tadpoles and later frogs.
We never kept anything, it was the original catch and release.
However, sometimes we would find a box turtle and take it home for a few days.
When it was realy hot and were thirsty, we would scoop up a handful of creek water and drink, sometimes we would even stick our mouth in the creek and slurp.
We never got sick.
We would play in the woods, and eat wild mulberries and blackberries. We would uproot sassafras and chew on the root, and once we found a persimmon tree-only one in all the woods.
There was a lot of honeysuckle growing around, and we pick the flowers and try to suck the honey out of them. Sometimes, I think the fragrance of the flowers influenced the taste.
I never swallowed a bee and I never got sick from the honeysuckle.
We did a lot of dangerous things growing up and we survived,
Todays kids spend too much time in front of the computer, or on their cell phone.
They may never experience the joys of catching a frog, or wading through a creek. They will never know the thrill of rolling down a hill in a cardboard box.
But perhaps, they have an app for that.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
FAMILY
One reads of so many dysfunctional families , broken families, feuding families and it is so sad when you read about parents, and children and siblings, no longer talking to each other,not even a phone call or a card on special days. If you read the advice columns- you read about family members not attending weddings, anniversaries or other events because a certain family member might be at the same event.
What is wrong with these people? Most of the feuding is over something trivial-hurt feelings,something said in the heat of an arguement , or perhaps a parents giving money to one sibling who needs it, but to one who doesn't. There are so many stupid reasons that families feud or ignore each other and for what?
Granted there are serious issues in some cases, but the ones I read about or know about are trivial.
I consider myself blessed.My family gets along,we have all stayed in the Metro area, and whenever there is a crisis, we all share in dealing with the problem.
Recently because of the illness of my room mate, I've had to rely on my siblings more than usual.
They have there own families, and problems, but they found the time to help me through my recovery period, with cooking, cleaning, and other details. I am grateful for their help.Without them I would probably have to hire someone.
My parents were great parents-and their greatness, love, and concern for family has been passed on to my siblings and me. Judging from the actions of my nieces and nephews the tradition continues.
I wish to thank them all today .
As for everyone out there in the blog community, or Facebook or any other social network group-if you are feuding with your family or haven't talked to a family member in a while--pick up the phone and call them.It is time to grow up, act mature and mend fences. It is time to be an adult.
What is wrong with these people? Most of the feuding is over something trivial-hurt feelings,something said in the heat of an arguement , or perhaps a parents giving money to one sibling who needs it, but to one who doesn't. There are so many stupid reasons that families feud or ignore each other and for what?
Granted there are serious issues in some cases, but the ones I read about or know about are trivial.
I consider myself blessed.My family gets along,we have all stayed in the Metro area, and whenever there is a crisis, we all share in dealing with the problem.
Recently because of the illness of my room mate, I've had to rely on my siblings more than usual.
They have there own families, and problems, but they found the time to help me through my recovery period, with cooking, cleaning, and other details. I am grateful for their help.Without them I would probably have to hire someone.
My parents were great parents-and their greatness, love, and concern for family has been passed on to my siblings and me. Judging from the actions of my nieces and nephews the tradition continues.
I wish to thank them all today .
As for everyone out there in the blog community, or Facebook or any other social network group-if you are feuding with your family or haven't talked to a family member in a while--pick up the phone and call them.It is time to grow up, act mature and mend fences. It is time to be an adult.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
It's Only a Pear
I like all kinds of fruits-among my favorites are -watermelon.honeydew,Fuji apples, oranges (I like grapefruits, but it affects the medicine I take, so now I must avoid it), strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and pears. But not any pear, it has to be a bosc pear-not the red ones, the brownish, ugly ones-they are my favorites.
I can not explain why this type of pear satisfies my craving for something sweet. In most cases, a bowl of chocolate ice cream, or a Milano cookie or a Berger cookie will satisfy this craving, and yet if there is a bosc pear available I will go for the pear.
Now, I do not want the pear to be too ripe-it has to be hard, crunchy and cold.
The bosc pear is not a pretty fruit. It is brown, scarred, splotchy-it looks like it has been through a war of pears- but I do not care.
I raise the pear to my mouth and take a bite. The taste is cold and sweet, with a slight earthy taste. When I am done eating-only the stem and seeds are left.It is a taste that is so satisfying and yet my friends say" Bob, it is only a pear"
I know it is only a pear. But for a brief moment, as I am enjoying this ugly pear I find myself someplace else.
There are no people, no TV, no music, no noise except the crunch of my pear.
I sigh and I wonder how can such an ugly pear provide such a beautiful feeling.
I can not explain why this type of pear satisfies my craving for something sweet. In most cases, a bowl of chocolate ice cream, or a Milano cookie or a Berger cookie will satisfy this craving, and yet if there is a bosc pear available I will go for the pear.
Now, I do not want the pear to be too ripe-it has to be hard, crunchy and cold.
The bosc pear is not a pretty fruit. It is brown, scarred, splotchy-it looks like it has been through a war of pears- but I do not care.
I raise the pear to my mouth and take a bite. The taste is cold and sweet, with a slight earthy taste. When I am done eating-only the stem and seeds are left.It is a taste that is so satisfying and yet my friends say" Bob, it is only a pear"
I know it is only a pear. But for a brief moment, as I am enjoying this ugly pear I find myself someplace else.
There are no people, no TV, no music, no noise except the crunch of my pear.
I sigh and I wonder how can such an ugly pear provide such a beautiful feeling.
Monday, April 15, 2013
The Beauty of Americana Finnmark
Because of my health, I no longer am able to walk the grounds of Finnmark.The beauty of this great piece of property is a sight to behold. We have won a couple of awards for our landscaping. We also have living on our property some amazing gardeners.
These days I sit on my balcony and admire the courtyard and whatever else falls within my view.
If you have never walked the grounds during the spring and summer . you should do so. There are some really pretty sights- whether it is the natural beauty of our trees and shrubbery, or your neighbors patios and balconies.
I enjoy my balcony, for the privacy. When the tree in front of my balcony is in bloom, I am hidden from everyone and it is like my own private Eden. I can listen to the music, enjoy the sights and sounds of local wildlife, sip a Campari and soda, and admire the beauty of the trees and shrubs.
I have squirrels and chipmunks, scurrying around in the grass, numerous birds, butterflies and sometimes insects I do not recognize. Early in the morning I can see a family of rabbits, the occasional deer and soon ducks and Canadian geese.
Those of you who are mobile- and are able to get around- take a walk- admire the sights, say hello to a neighbor. Check out the courtyards, the patios and the balconies.
Enjoy the walk and enjoy the beauty that is Finnmark.
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