Archive for May, 2017


May 30th, 2017 Comments off

 I live in Los Angeles and most of the time the weather is really nice. It is not too hot or too cold but just about right for Pleasant existence. I think we are spoiled to having the sun Shining down on us almost every day, so that when it is May gray or June gloom we don’t like it very much.   During those periods it is easier for some people to get depressed, discouraged or pessimistic.   I know there is a lamp treatment to give people artificial  sunshine that is recommended  for people who are especially sensitive to the the darker days of winter.

 I don’t have too many problems with it unless it goes on for several days and then I get a bit antsy. I do like seeing the rain  and giving us a change in the weather, as long as it doesn’t create havoc on our freeways and mountain areas.  Unfortunately it seems we have either too much or too little of the wet stuff. After six years of drought we had more rain then we’ve had in years but all in a short amount of time. 

 Oh well, when you don’t have anything else to talk about you talk about the weather. Hope you’re having a great day no matter what it is like where you live.

We need the sunshine to come from within us and carry it with us wherever we go to brighten up not only our lives but those of the people we come in contact with. Have a good one. Be a shing light


Hanging in There?

May 17th, 2017 Comments off

I think most of us have a low level, if not a high level, of anxiety as related to our new administration.

It seems every day the news from the White House makes us wonder what next may put our country in jeopardy. 

How long can we continue this way?  I don’t know. I do know I am not alone in my feelings of serious concern. 

Since you may have supported DT, as you had a right to, I can’t help but wonder if you too are concerned that your vote, however sincere,  has placed us in this position. At this time it is not a time to stand staunch just for the sake of saving face.  We are now about saving our country.

I suggest we pray, frequently and fervently. God works in mysterious ways and I am trusting Him to take charge.  God is not a member of any party.  We must trust Him to make the ultimate decision of where we go next.



May 15th, 2017 Comments off

 Timothy at Mojave


When I see a young mother with her child I often think of my own son and how quickly the years have gone.

My message to that mom is ,

Enjoy every stage of your child’s life and you will find new things to love and admire (and yes to worry/pray about) with each new step.  

Don’t let the hard work built in to motherhood overshadow the incredible privilege you have of witnessing another human being’s journey, from the moment of inception.  Awesome.

A Tribute to Mama, by Linda

May 14th, 2017 1 comment

My sister Linda, the youngest of the ‘kids’,  wrote this tribute for Mama’s 90th birthday.  She expressed what all of us felt.  Thanks Linda.

How Do We Measure a Person’s Life?

by Linda  Simpkins

How do we measure a person’s life?  By the number of years, I guess.  And 90 years is a number that surely does impress.

But in measuring some special people’s lives, perhaps there’s a better way.  So, Iness Ward, mother, friend and wife,

We will try to measure this day.

We could count all the stitches in baby clothes, that she has sewn with care, the smocking with rosebuds she has made, delicate as angel’s hair.

We could count the sugar cookies she’s made and served over the years.  She knows they help to comfort those who have worries or fears.

Maybe we’d count the red sock monkeys, how many has she made? Or the children she has given them to, and the hours with them they have played.

We could count the dolls she’s lovingly made, and dressed to look so fine,  with bonnets and booties to give to a child, who would wide-eyed ask, “She’s mine?”

We could count the friends that she has made, who consider her a treasure, or the hours spent on the telephone sharing joys and pleasure.

But maybe the best way to measure her life, this wonderful friend, mother and wife, is to count the prayers that she has said, usually done quietly, alone in her head:

For her children to arrive safe and sound to whatever destination they are bound, or the prayers for a friend, sick or alone, to send comfort and solace till the pain is gone.

The prayers aren’t said to impress or amaze, they are sent from her heart, forever, always.

Though baby dresses and friends number so high, the prayers are as many as the stars in the sky.  They are steady and flowing from a source like no other,

They come from the loving heart of our mother.

Elvis at Graceland Gates, In the early days of fame and fortune.

May 8th, 2017 Comments off

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Little Johnny

May 8th, 2017 Comments off
img457Little Johnny came home crying. It was obvious he’d been in a fight and had lost. While his father was patching him up he asked his son what happened.

“Well Dad,” sniffed Johnny,  “I challenged Larry to a duel.”

“A duel?”

“Yeah and I gave him his choice of weapons.”

“That seems fair,” said the father. “What happened?”

“He chose his sister!”

The Starr Sisters – How blessed they are to still have each other.

May 2nd, 2017 1 comment

Starr Sisters

De Vaartkapoen -(1985, Molenbeek) by Tom Frantzen

May 1st, 2017 Comments off


 It is not surprising. Tom Frantzen, who was born and bred in Brussels, appreciates the “zwanze”, a unique form of humour which he thinks is characterized by the absurdity and surrealism that stem from the mixture of languages so typical of Brussels.

Because this type of humour is “becoming extinct” (as he says), the artist tries to perpetuate it and to confront the next generations with it.  For this “zwanze” to remain integrated in the minds and in the streets, the artist really wanted his works to be sealed in the streets’ pavements and he was concerned that pre-existing elements of the surrounding environment (manhole covers, lampposts, mileposts, etc) be used as part of his works.

Working on an imposed subject, that of “De Vaartkapoen”, which is the name given to the people who were born in Molenbeek (literally “de vaart” means “the canal” and “kapoen” means cheeky), Tom Frantzen stages a little scene on two levels: the level of the sewers (which lead into the canal) and the level of the pavement (see the lamppost, the cobblestones and the manhole cover).

Low down, a young rebel, the Vaartkapoen, reminiscent of a jack-in-the-box, topples over a policeman higher up, thus overthrowing his authority.

In a snapshot-like motion, the two characters gracefully turn into bronze and remain so forever, leaving the rest of the scene to our imagination… which is how the rebellious Brussels artist gets passers-by to share a joke with him.

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