Tis the season of memories, with Christmas less than 20 days away. I don't remember any "Ralphie" Christmases where I just had to have a particular gift or I would just die. But I do remember the Christmas I asked for and got a doll you could make up water bottles for and she would really "drink" the bottle and promptly wet her diaper. The year after I remember asking for her baby sister and adding her to the family on Christmas morning. I remember the coolness of getting a lite brite from Santa as well as the Christmas there was a banjo under the tree (actually it was hidden under the table). I could always count on a whitman's sampler of 4 chocolates in my stockling as well as a stuffed animal under the tree.
The elves always left us one present on Christmas Eve to start the festivities. They always knew when we were headed out to look at Christmas lights because when we got home our one present was waiting for us. One present was saved for after dinner as well, as we got older that usually became a gag-type gift with some sarcasm from the givers to the givee.
It didn't matter how early we woke up on Christmas morning. The rule was you stayed in your room or a sibling's room and went through the goodies in your stocking until the parental unit awoke and granted passage to the livingroom. I don't know if this was an actual rule or if we just didn't dare go wake up the parental unit to start the Christmas festivities. When my dad would have to work on Christmas, we'd be up extremely early so he could open presents and see us open presents before he went to work.
I remember once sitting on Santa's lap at a department store. I told him what I wanted and then he handed me a broken candy cane. I was disappointed with the broken candy cane until he told me it was a special candy cane because Rudolph stepped on it. Oh the naivity of a child..I was ok with the fact that a dirty reindeer hoof had stepped on my candy cane and crushed it to oblivion.
Most years we headed back to Maine sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas to visit the family. There was always a pinata to break, some holiday games to play, great food to eat and tons of time spent with the cousins playing in the woods, hiking down to the beaver pond, playing football or hiking up to the big rock in the middle of the blueberry field to play or to sled back down towards the house if there was snow.. So many memories of being out at the rock, when all the cousins were together for Grampie's funeral we as adults trudged up the hill to sit on the rock and remember times past.
Tradition of Christmas dinner became deep dish pizza. A tradition followed even now, even though some of the recipes have changed.
I remember 2 ways we counted down to Christmas, one was an advent calender. Each day one of us would get to open one of the doors. Some years it had chocolates, but my favorite calender was a scratch and sniff one. I have always loved scented things and so the scratch and sniff of Christmas was no exception. The other way was putting cottonballs in santa's beard. Mom would draw a santa's face and 24 spots for his beard and by Christmas the man in red would have a full beard.
Many happy memories come with this time of year and these are some of them.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
A $2 reminder that family is family.
A couple years ago on my birthday I stopped by the Post Office to buy some stamps. I paid cash and in the change I received was a $2 bill. It's rare to come across this denomination of money and I found it no coincidence that of all times to have one pop up was on my birthday. In 1976, the Federal Reserve re-introduced the $2 bill after 10 years of not printing those bills for circulation. I remember getting birthday cards from my Great Aunt Olive and Great Great Aunt Mary and in the card there was always a $2 bill.
These ladies lived in Pennsylvania and even though I may have met them in Maine when I was young, I really don't remember meeting them until my 13th birthday when we took a roadtrip out to visit them for a few days. Aunt Mary was born in England and came to the US in 1910 with her husband Edward, settling in Philadelphia. Aunt Olive was born in 1913 and appears to have lived all of her life in Pennsylvania. (I am currently working on that portion of the family tree, which is why the information is flowing so easily from my fingertips). Aunt Olive married my grandfather's brother John (everyone called him Jim). Uncle Jim joined the Navy in 1927 and was stationed in Philadelphia and this is where they met. They were married in 1933 after Uncle Jim discharged from the Navy. They never had any children and he died a few days before my 6th birthday.
I remember being a little overwhelmed on my 13th birthday, but it was a time when I started to get a small understanding that family was family regardless of how little or how much time you got to spend with each other. Aunt Olive baked me a special cake, with coins wrapped in parchment paper baked into it. The fun was eating your piece of cake and finding out how much money was buried in it. I had never heard of a cake like that before and felt special because she had made it especially for me. She also wrapped an old jewelry box my Aunt Mary had as a present and in this jewelry box was a pearl necklace. She gave each one of us "girl cousins" when we turned 13. Such lavish gifts from someone I barely knew..but family is family. That visit was the last I would have with Aunt Olive and Aunt Mary as they died a few years later.
An interesting fact I learned about my Aunts is that in 1951 they traveled aboard the Queen Mary to Southhampton England for a 2 month stay before returning home. 2 suitcases a piece..those ladies certainly knew how to pack lightly.
I know that $2 bill I got on my birthday from the post office was their way of saying hello, letting me know that even though they have been gone for many years..family is still family and they are still around.
These ladies lived in Pennsylvania and even though I may have met them in Maine when I was young, I really don't remember meeting them until my 13th birthday when we took a roadtrip out to visit them for a few days. Aunt Mary was born in England and came to the US in 1910 with her husband Edward, settling in Philadelphia. Aunt Olive was born in 1913 and appears to have lived all of her life in Pennsylvania. (I am currently working on that portion of the family tree, which is why the information is flowing so easily from my fingertips). Aunt Olive married my grandfather's brother John (everyone called him Jim). Uncle Jim joined the Navy in 1927 and was stationed in Philadelphia and this is where they met. They were married in 1933 after Uncle Jim discharged from the Navy. They never had any children and he died a few days before my 6th birthday.
I remember being a little overwhelmed on my 13th birthday, but it was a time when I started to get a small understanding that family was family regardless of how little or how much time you got to spend with each other. Aunt Olive baked me a special cake, with coins wrapped in parchment paper baked into it. The fun was eating your piece of cake and finding out how much money was buried in it. I had never heard of a cake like that before and felt special because she had made it especially for me. She also wrapped an old jewelry box my Aunt Mary had as a present and in this jewelry box was a pearl necklace. She gave each one of us "girl cousins" when we turned 13. Such lavish gifts from someone I barely knew..but family is family. That visit was the last I would have with Aunt Olive and Aunt Mary as they died a few years later.
An interesting fact I learned about my Aunts is that in 1951 they traveled aboard the Queen Mary to Southhampton England for a 2 month stay before returning home. 2 suitcases a piece..those ladies certainly knew how to pack lightly.
I know that $2 bill I got on my birthday from the post office was their way of saying hello, letting me know that even though they have been gone for many years..family is still family and they are still around.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Merely Acquaintances
After a visit with friends from Chicago last month, I had an epiphany about my life in Utah and why I find myself occasionally frustrated and hating the life I have chosen to live here. I came to the realization that living here the majority of "friends" I have fall into 2 categories: those who I have a working relationship with and I really have to question if it wasn't for that relationship if I would even be a part of their lives and those who are merely acquaintances unless a need arises and then they are my friends because they can call on me to serve a purpose or fill a need. This statement seems harsh but at the same time, I feel the need to reiterate not all I call friends fall into these categories, but for the most part the proof is in the pudding. I am very aware of the reasons I am not worthy of true friendship in others eyes and I knew shortly after moving to this place it would be a struggle to have more than pseudo-friends.
Over the past 10 years,I have built up a substantial fortress of defensive walls and truthfully it has been such a slow process, I didn't even realize it was happening to the extent it has. I have become the master of putting on whatever face/mask is asked of me at any given moment of the day to get through the interactions with people as quickly and painlessly as possible by giving that "friend" the version of connie they need at that particular moment. This makes everyone happy, even me so I thought, but in the long run..my happiness is as superficial and temporary as my mask. I find myself cringing when the phone rings and bracing myself when the person on the other end says "hey, I need.... could you..." or "what are you doing such and such a day"..., followed by the "I need" it's rarely an invite to do anything social with someone..it's usually just void filling time.
I find myself extremely uncomfortable when genuine caring is shown for me because I am always waiting for the hidden need or underlying cause to rear its ugly head and show that it wasn't a truly caring moment between friends, but buttering up because they want something from me. Do people truly miss me when I am not somewhere, or is it just that they had to find someone else to sweet talk into filling some physical or emotional void?
The couple of hours spent with my Chicago friends showed me many things, I found the pre-utah connie under all the layers and for that moment in time, was relaxed, said things as I felt they should be said, loved my friends for who they are, just as I felt them loving me not for the connie I am now, but for the connie I used to be and the connie they could still see in me, even though I can't see her myself, but it does give me the hope that I could be again if I could let my guard down.
I avoid a lot of social situations because I hate forced conversation as much as I hate the dreaded silence of being a wallflower in the room with no one to talking to me. It's a major catch-22, so usually I have found it's best to stay home and not deal with either outcome.
I realize adulthood isn't like highschool where you have a close network of friends (not that I had one of those then either.. it was more of a fit in with everybody, fit in with nobody situation)..but I did at least have some friends I trusted with 100% of my heart. I still have those friends, but they are all many miles away..thankfully technology helps the distance not seem so far away.
I am grateful that I am beginning to figure out how to be less frustrated with my dealings with people I live amongst. I doubt I will ever be truly happy, as it's a hard thing to feel like the 5th wheel in almost every aspect of my social life, but I must look at it from the Grief cycle perspective-The past 10 years have seen the denial, bargaining and anger stages.. now I must seek acceptance of the realities of living here and make my ownself happy without giving up any of my happiness because others need their needs filled and feel I am the one to do it.
Over the past 10 years,I have built up a substantial fortress of defensive walls and truthfully it has been such a slow process, I didn't even realize it was happening to the extent it has. I have become the master of putting on whatever face/mask is asked of me at any given moment of the day to get through the interactions with people as quickly and painlessly as possible by giving that "friend" the version of connie they need at that particular moment. This makes everyone happy, even me so I thought, but in the long run..my happiness is as superficial and temporary as my mask. I find myself cringing when the phone rings and bracing myself when the person on the other end says "hey, I need.... could you..." or "what are you doing such and such a day"..., followed by the "I need" it's rarely an invite to do anything social with someone..it's usually just void filling time.
I find myself extremely uncomfortable when genuine caring is shown for me because I am always waiting for the hidden need or underlying cause to rear its ugly head and show that it wasn't a truly caring moment between friends, but buttering up because they want something from me. Do people truly miss me when I am not somewhere, or is it just that they had to find someone else to sweet talk into filling some physical or emotional void?
The couple of hours spent with my Chicago friends showed me many things, I found the pre-utah connie under all the layers and for that moment in time, was relaxed, said things as I felt they should be said, loved my friends for who they are, just as I felt them loving me not for the connie I am now, but for the connie I used to be and the connie they could still see in me, even though I can't see her myself, but it does give me the hope that I could be again if I could let my guard down.
I avoid a lot of social situations because I hate forced conversation as much as I hate the dreaded silence of being a wallflower in the room with no one to talking to me. It's a major catch-22, so usually I have found it's best to stay home and not deal with either outcome.
I realize adulthood isn't like highschool where you have a close network of friends (not that I had one of those then either.. it was more of a fit in with everybody, fit in with nobody situation)..but I did at least have some friends I trusted with 100% of my heart. I still have those friends, but they are all many miles away..thankfully technology helps the distance not seem so far away.
I am grateful that I am beginning to figure out how to be less frustrated with my dealings with people I live amongst. I doubt I will ever be truly happy, as it's a hard thing to feel like the 5th wheel in almost every aspect of my social life, but I must look at it from the Grief cycle perspective-The past 10 years have seen the denial, bargaining and anger stages.. now I must seek acceptance of the realities of living here and make my ownself happy without giving up any of my happiness because others need their needs filled and feel I am the one to do it.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Slacker
So it's been over a year since I last blogged. I was correct in my prediction, it was the year of the brown belt. I needed to rearrange some things in my head and work on letting my shoulder heal some more but I hope to promote to my first Ban-Bu belt at the end of next month and to Black belt by years end. Part of me thought about wiping out all the blog entries and starting from scratch, but I think I will leave them up for now while I chew on what direction to take my blogging.
I have finally stopped listening to my Doctor who told me there was nothing to do but live with my polycystic ovary syndrome. Granted when I was diagnosed 15 years ago or so when we were investigating why the whole having kids thing wasn't working out for us, there was nothing to do but to live with it. But the things that come to light recently is that if the disease is allowed to progress without prevention, ...diabetes, fatty liver disease, obesity with weight gain by just thinking about carbs, insulin resistance, hyperlipidemia are all now a part of my reality now that I am over 4o and wasn't on a preventative maintenance or being monitored for those things which develop. So recently I went from taking no medications to being on horse pills and supplements. I have been adjusting the way I eat and trying only to do the "good carbs" The metformin actually makes me sick if I eat too many of the crappy carbs I shouldn't be eating.. which can be both a good and a bad thing. I go for my first followup since being on the meds in a couple weeks, hopefully the lab results are looking a little better than they did 3 months ago.
I have finally stopped listening to my Doctor who told me there was nothing to do but live with my polycystic ovary syndrome. Granted when I was diagnosed 15 years ago or so when we were investigating why the whole having kids thing wasn't working out for us, there was nothing to do but to live with it. But the things that come to light recently is that if the disease is allowed to progress without prevention, ...diabetes, fatty liver disease, obesity with weight gain by just thinking about carbs, insulin resistance, hyperlipidemia are all now a part of my reality now that I am over 4o and wasn't on a preventative maintenance or being monitored for those things which develop. So recently I went from taking no medications to being on horse pills and supplements. I have been adjusting the way I eat and trying only to do the "good carbs" The metformin actually makes me sick if I eat too many of the crappy carbs I shouldn't be eating.. which can be both a good and a bad thing. I go for my first followup since being on the meds in a couple weeks, hopefully the lab results are looking a little better than they did 3 months ago.
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