Sounds of Old


This morning there was an outdoor sound that imitated horse hooves on pavement. It took me back to the clip-clop days of horse and wagon deliveries of my childhood. It was always a treat to see a horse doing its job except when the tail went up and you knew that anything but a treat was about to land on the road. I always wondered how the horse knew to lift its tail out of the way. Back then there were milk wagons, bread wagons, ice cream wagons and even ice wagons. Iceboxes were still the norm for storing perishables in some homes in the forties.

I couldn’t identify the sound I heard today but enjoyed the memory it invoked. I hope your weekend includes some sounds of old. Happy Saturday.

The lost dairies of Toronto

A Saturday Scene


The week has once more come to an end and many of us spent it in a myriad of different ways. Some worked hard, some played hard, some did neither but are ready to enjoy the day just the same. Whatever your weekend holds I hope it involves the beauty of nature. Happy Saturday.

Happy Saturday! #Fall | Autumn scenery, Autumn landscape, Scenery

A Broader Range


While watching the birds go about their busyness of finding food this morning, this poem formed in my mind about how some things never change and how some things do.

A BROADER RANGE

As the birds were having breakfast

tiny bugs were being eaten,

floors were being swept

while rugs were being beaten.

The men about their business

were bringing home the pay

while women reared the children

whose job it was to play.

Birds still eat bugs for breakfast

the housework still gets done

the men still go to business

the children still have fun.

The moral of the story is

though some things do not change

the women in society

have gained a broader range.

Let’s Rest Awhile


 “Six days you shall work, but on the seventh day you shall rest. In plowing time and in harvest you shall rest. Exodus 34:21

Today is a great day to take this scripture literally. Happy Sunday.

Then Jesus said, “Let’s go off by ourselves to a quiet place and rest awhile.” Mark 6:31 (NLT)

 

Aristotle on Labour Day


We Canadians are finishing up the last of a September long weekend, known as Labour Day. Some of us are enjoying cottage life, others day trips, and still others just lazing around enjoying not labouring at anything in particular.

Me? I’ve given myself a labour of love today. I love looking up quotes by famous people and today it is Aristotle, the Greek philosopher. Let me share a few:

Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.

Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have those because we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

Anybody can become angry – that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.

Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.

And finally:

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On Being a Mother


I’ve recently met a young mom in “Bloggersville” who has three special gifts from God: boy/girl seventeen-year-old twins, and a fifteen-year-old daughter. She tells us that they keep her on her toes and on her knees. I can relate to that, having raised three daughters and two sons, all eighteen months to two years apart except for the youngest who came along seven years later. It was not an easy task, but would I trade it for anything else in the world? Not on your life…or mine! In 1977 after a particularly trying time coping with four teenagers and a ten-year-old (yes, Family to the 5 Power, I know where you’re coming from!) the words of one of my most popular poems came to me. Here then, is On Being a Mother.

Nobody warned you

How great was the task

Of being a mother

How long it would last

It’s no nine to five job

You don’t punch a clock

It isn’t routine

You have to take stock

There isn’t a pension

Or retirement plan

It’s all overtime

You supply on demand

But you know you’ve been paid

When your daughter or son

Softly kisses your cheek

Saying, “I love you, Mom.”

©1977

In my opinion, motherhood is the most important job in the world. Someone may argue that point and say, “Well, I happen to think rocket science or brain surgery is the most important job in the world.” Please be reminded that without a mother there would be no rocket scientist or brain surgeon. So Moms, keep on keeping on. Even though nobody warned you how great was the task, it is a great task.

 

The Mustard Seed Gift Shop


“Some day I’m going to have my own business.” It was New Years Eve, 1976, when I made this statement to some of my closest friends. It’s known as planting a seed.

 

Chapter Eighteen  –  The Mustard Seed Gift Shop

It was Monday, September 16, 1985, when I turned the key in the door of my shop, and took another step on my spiritual journey.

The first trade magazine I received in the store included an article which ended with, “…..when God put a pricing gun in your hand, and said, ‘All Things Are Possible.’” It gave me the tingles when I read it.

I had written a poem with that title in 1984, shortly after resigning from my job at the hospital. The poem is about having faith as a small mustard seed, and was, in part, responsible for me becoming the owner of this shop….

Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me? (Job 6:13)

Tomorrow  –  My Answered Prayers  –  A Lesson in Praying

A Leap of Faith


I had spent twenty-one years of my life at home being a wife and mother when my husband and I separated. It was now time to get back out into the working world.

 

Chapter Sixteen  –  A Leap of Faith

I searched the classifieds for a new job but nothing appealed to me. Then one day, these words came to me: If you have that much faith in me you will not worry where your next job is coming from. My fingers flew over the typewriter keys as I typed my resignation. Let me state here that I was still a single mom, with an outstanding mortgage, a home repair loan, and a car loan (I had dumped the Toyota for a beautiful Datsun 200SX) but I did resign. It was my leap of faith. Years later, I came across a scripture: Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it” (Isaiah 30:21). It reminded me of that leap.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…(Ecclesiastes 3:1)
 
Tomorrow  –  Seventy Times Seven  –  A Lesson in Forgiveness
 
 

My First Job


I learned early in life that earning money was a prerequisite to having the good things in life. To me, at that time, those good things were cigarettes.

Chapter Thirteen  –   My First Job

I had several part time jobs from the time I was twelve years old. The first one was a sales clerk in the F.W. Woolworth’s store at Bloor and Yonge Streets. The hiring age in December, 1949 was thirteen, and my birthday was in Januaryso I fibbed. I needed the money to pay for my newly acquired smoking habit.

If I remember correctly, I earned fifty cents an hour and my cigarettes cost twenty cents a pack. I was ahead of the game at age twelve!

She sets about her work vigorously…(Proverbs 31:17)

Tomorrow  –  On Being a Mother  – A Lesson in Reproduction