
Alex, Chip, & Kayla
This is such a great pic of these three! Yes, that’s Chip with his neices Alex & Kayla. Belinda’s girls. No. They do not call me Grandma. lol
There are more pics from our 4th of July in West Virginia. I promise I’ll share!

Alex, Chip, & Kayla
This is such a great pic of these three! Yes, that’s Chip with his neices Alex & Kayla. Belinda’s girls. No. They do not call me Grandma. lol
There are more pics from our 4th of July in West Virginia. I promise I’ll share!
Larry, Chip, Buckwheat, & I just returned from a trip into the wilds of West Virginia to visit with Belinda and her family. Great fun! And we really did cross this river, the Blackwater, albeit a mile or two downstream.
This is Blackwater Falls, where we stopped on the way home. They’ve had quite a bit of rain and snow over there, and then a few warm days, so the Falls were quite spectacular.
And just to continue with the theme, here’s a shot taken through the woods. Check out those roots clawing their way over and around those boulders!
It was a quiet, pleasant family time visit. The girls have grown so much! And, no, I didn’t get any pics while we were there. We spent so much time talking and laughing, the camera sat forgotten in my backpack. Groan.
Saturday, Larry, Rick, and Chip(!) went deer hunting, but to no avail. Belinda, the girls, and I drove over to the French Creek Game Farm. Yes, I had the camera. Somehow, I missed any no pet signs, and Buckwheat is now officially a criminal.
If you click on the link, you will see the mountain lion – who looked very much like that as he stalked Buck & I down the hill and along the fence. I was not real concerned with getting pics at that point. The bobcats and bear were similarly interested in the visiting snack. It was a pretty quick walk.
For the most part, Buckwheat didn’t pay mind to any of it – he was more interested in the scores of squirrels scampering around.
The hugs, the kisses, the well wishes are always as appreciated as the construction paper cards of their youth. But it is truly a moment only a mom can appreciate when a grown child reaches out in love and maturity.
Chip worked all of Mother’s Day. He greeted me with this beautiful rose when I picked him up. Far more touching and meaningful, a silly Yo Yo Yo, Peace Out card, inscribed “Thanks for believing in me.”
Always, my beloved first born. Always.
tonight. She has lost her maternal grandfather. She is grieving, and I am sad for her.
It makes me realize, even more, that she is my child, regardless of age or birth. And no mother wants their child to hurt.
My thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.
I saw this tonight, and will send it to her. Maybe she will find some peace in it.
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way that you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Whyshould I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval,somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral
In It’s Not Who You Know, It’s Not Even Who Knows You, Scott Allen talks about the value of social networking being in “your ability to call your network into action.”
He discusses an “action threshold” as the point that members of your network know you well enough to take a particular action on your behalf. That’s one edge of the sword. The unspoken edge is how well they value the relationship, given time and circumstance.

are those that just touch your heart and make you reflect on your blessings.
Belinda called one evening last week, excited, telling me to watch for a package. It came Friday. An innoculous little flat envelope, emblazoned with the words, “Don’t Bend – Photos”
I opened it to find several portrait prints of her family – the whole family, Belinda & Rick, the girls, and this beautiful photo of Mother & Daughters. They are all lovely photos of a lovely family. The one of the girls particularly so, as it is a trendy back to back pose that really captures the essence of sisters.
I hold these photos in my hands, and they touch my heart.
Well, the day is over, and my first born is no longer a teenager. It sure doesn’t seem like 20 years ago that I couldn’t sleep and kept wandering down to the nursery to sit with my new baby. They wouldn’t let him stay in the room with me, and nearly broke my heart when they wouldn’t discharge him right away.
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