Wednesday, March 15, 2023

Looking Back


My father was in the Air Force for 20 years, then worked at Lockhead for 20 more.  He was an airplane mechanic.  However, he was afraid to fly.  The young pilots used to tease him.....Come on John Henry, they would say...I'll take you for a ride.  He would just ignore them.

When I got a job with Pan Am, we all had free passes around the world.  My mother was desperate to go to Greece and Rome.  Begrudgingly, my father agreed to go. He loved my mother!! From Phoenix to LA; from LA over the pole to London; from London to Rome we went.  My stoic father sat tight with his seat belt on the entire time.

In Greece, I saw this  cross.  For some reason, I loved it.
Betty fixed the hanger the other day and today Soro, a worker from Honduras hung it on the wall for me 

It has been 50 some years since then.  This cross brings back such wonderful memories we had from that trip.  It is now broken in parts, banged up, but in my heart it is still wonderful.

Above is Meadowland.  Four blocks, 3 years in a box, I am relaxed enough to work on it now
I have 3 more blocks to go.

New event scheduled by my PT.  I am to walk 6 minutes at a moderate pace, timing myself.  Tried it with him today and broke a sweat I have not felt in forever. All hard work.

Living in a one bedroom apt, I can afford a weekly cleaning lady .....Thank you  Carol!!!

Looking at my Meadowland piece above and wondering if it looks like autumn??  The pattern is from 
https://thencamejune.com/  Then Came June

I was feeling grand that I could handle St. Paddy's Day this year.  As the date gets closer...sigh...not so much.

Eight months ago, I sold our family home of 28 years.  It was quite a stressor with all the rest going on.
The children are now thriving with their mother, and I am thriving in my new senior apartment.

The new owners just moved in a few weeks ago.  Eight months of work and limitless money must have done a lot of upgrades....Brick has been painted a cream color.  The Flame Azalea my mother bought me is gone.  It was too big and old to move...Oh, well...Life goes on.



4 comments:

Linda Swanekamp said...

You are a survivor. You have great memories and people who love you. Enjoy your day.

Michele Bilyeu said...

Happy St.Patricks Day dearest Diane!

Mystic Quilter said...

Your post today has a sense of a trip down memory lane for you, so I was pleased to read that you seem settled now in your new home and that the grandchildren are happy with their mother - all good Diane.

Rosa said...

As sad as it can be, it's only when we let go of some things that we make room for new and wonderful things to come into our lives. I'm so glad to see you embrace the new, positive things that have come to you! You deserve every happiness!