A Name in Vain


Have you ever wondered how and why we use names to describe actions and/or feelings? What I mean by names is not only every Tom, Dick, and Harry, but also dogs, cats, and others of the animal kingdom. Taking a name in vain originates with the Ten Commandments, but as you can see many a name besides God’s, can be taken in vain.

Going squirrely…tending to move around a lot. : very odd, silly, or foolish

Cat’s meow…used to say that someone or something is very appealing

Dog’s dinner…something that is messy or bungled

Sounds fishy…To seem suspicious of being improper or untrue

To the John…The first popular indoor toilet was invented by Sir John Harrington, a poet

The real McCoy…the real thing; the genuine article (but who was McCoy in the first place?)

Down Pat…Thoroughly practiced, rehearsed, or understood

The Patsy…a person who is easily taken advantage of

Patty-cake Patty-cake, baker’s man…an old English nursery rhyme

A Pat of butter…now, where did that come from?

These last four are about taking my name in vain.

Happy Saturday.

Curiosity


Curiosity got the best of me again. I sent someone a “happy Friday” and then curiously wondered where this day got its name. This is what I found on the good old www.

Friday is named after the wife of Odin. Some scholars say her name was Frigg; others say it was Freya; other scholars say Frigg and Freya were two separate goddesses. Whatever her name, she was often associated with Venus, the Roman goddess of love, beauty and fertility. “Friday” comes from Old English “Frīgedæg.”

Having said that, have a Frigg and good Friday.

A Garden Not Forgotten


It’s time to put a poem on the page. This was written for a gentleman in long term care in 2005. His name was Mr. Flowers and learning that I wrote poetry, he asked if I would write a poem for him. Hence A Garden Not Forgotten. This was first posted in 2014. Happy Saturday.

A garden full of flowers

tended in the mind with care

or tended not at all

if wildflower seed is planted there

will reap its keeper plenitude

in fragrant showy splendor

and bring the memory of spring

come blustery December.

Blooms spring forth upon the mind,

deep wine rose and purple phlox,

daffodils of yellow,

multicolored hollyhocks

replace the snow and blizzards

in the darkened winter hours

and keep alive in mind’s great eye

that garden full of flowers.

Mind’s garden keeps on growing;

wild winds and winter snow

won’t whip the fragrant flowers

that mind has come to grow.

The seeds are firmly planted

in the fertile soil of thought

where that garden full of flowers

also blooms forget-me-nots.

2005

Hearing is Even Better


Only Listen. That was the title of my blog on March 22nd. This morning I read a post by Faith Unblocked, “Lydia” where the author quoted Acts 16:14, One of those listening was a woman from the city of Thyatira named Lydia, a dealer in purple cloth. She was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul’s message.

My grandmother’s name was Lydia, although she didn’t deal in purple cloth that I can remember.  I mentioned her in my book, My Precious Life, which was part of Sunday’s blog.

The fact is this…a quote from Pinterest came my way on Sunday. God says, “Prepare yourself, I’m about to take you to a new level in your life.”

Now, I’m a listener, and when I read that quote I got excited, and am still excited to see what the next step in my spiritual life will be. I have no doubt that there will be a next step.

Listening is really good…hearing is even better.

 

 

Some of Life’s Lessons – #1


While cleaning out old files I came across this internet printout from 2005 called Life’s Lessons. Of course, I’m all about life’s lessons which is probably the reason I printed it and kept it. I’m going to share over the next few days. Here is number one.

Kindness Counts – During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired, and in her 50’s, but how could I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘hello’. I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy

The Story Behind My Name


Hello and welcome to Day Five of my first blogging experience. I hope you are enjoying the read as much as I am enjoying the writing. It really is a new, and fun experience at this stage of my life.  And now on to Chapter Four.

Chapter Four  –  The Story Behind My Name

My mother’s name was Ann, and her best friend was a lady named Patricia Morgan.  We called her Aunt Pat.   She was from Wales and always smelled like Noxzema.  She was an austere looking spinster; tall, large boned, and wore her hair in a disheveled, flat bun on the top of her head.  My mom was a petite, five foot, two inch, blonde with laughing good looks.  It is said that opposites attract and they sure were opposites………

This chapter is a short description of the people behind my name.

A good name is more desirable than great riches…(Proverbs 22:1)