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About Ruth

I am married to Dave, my long lost love. We have 3 beautiful, wonderful daughters, and a home filled with peace and joy! I began writing gratitude lists about 15 years ago, and they have made a huge difference in my life. By taking the time to notice all the amazing goodness in my life, I open myself to receiving even more good. I've also found many new and wonderful friends through the gratitude community.

A Joy-filled Reunion

In recent weeks, I’ve had a steady stream of visitors, which has been wonderful, but sometimes, I schedule more visitors than I should.  My friends knew that it was hard for me to turn anyone down, so they decided to schedule a picnic, so that I could see a large group of homeschool friends, families and students, in one day, without trying to juggle visitation times at my home.  What a wonderful, energizing and love-filled day!    I am grateful for:

everyone who took the time to come to the park to see me!

all the amazing people who planned this perfect day!

all the delicious food that filled the table!

the many lovely cards, filled with heartfelt words, that touched me deeply and the thoughtful gifts, that were so perfectly chosen!

everyone who wrote in my “Wonder Woman” journal, a gift from the organizers of the event!

all those who shared their best hugs with me!!

everyone who laughed with me, and everyone who cried with me!

every parent who told me that I had helped or inspired them, and for every student who said that I had made a difference in their lives!

the beautiful park, overlooking Lake Erie, the lovely pavilion filled with twinkling lights, the perfect park bench under the shady tree, and the Bearden family, who so generously offered the use of their driveway for parking for the event!

my lovely daughters who spent much of the afternoon by my side, and for my dear husband, who willingly drove us to the event, filmed the many highlights of the day and did so many things to make this day special!

I am so fortunate to be blessed with so many friends, who supported me in my work for all these years, and continue to support and love me through every trial and tribulation!   Thank you to everyone!

A week with many highlights

Today, I am grateful for:

The beauty of a drive, with my dear husband, on back country roads, lined with pastoral farms, grazing animals, Amish buggies and green fields.  So lovely and peaceful.

Seeing the renovated one-room Boyd’s schoolhouse!  It’s beautiful! We often gathered there on Sunday evenings, with my cousins, from my dad’s side of the family, to roast hot dogs, marshmallows and corn!  We sat around the fire talking, laughing and eating.  I was always excited when my cousin, Dale and his wife, Maxine arrived from Orrville!  They had 6 children!!!!!  What could be more exciting!

Being able to attend the wedding of my great-niece, Jena, to her long time beau, Cole.  It was a beautiful wedding, with a gorgeous bride and handsome groom.

Seeing all of my sister’s children and grandchildren was the best treat of all.  For so many years, we were all together for holidays, birthdays and so many other times.  In recent years, there are few get-togethers.  There were babies I had never met, and nieces and nephews, whom I love, but rarely see.  I was so glad to see my sister, Faun’s wonderful family and have the opportunity to reconnect with them.

My nephew, Joe, told me a date had been set for a picnic and corn roast, where I will have time to relax and chat and laugh with all of Faun’s family.  I am so grateful to Joe for setting this up!  I know it’s going to be a very memorable afternoon and evening!

A special surprise was seeing my favorite teacher from high school, Mr. Tim and his wife, Joyce.  His last name is Miller, and probably half the teachers at my high school had the last name of Miller.  He became Mr. Tim so we would know which Mr. Miller we were talking about.    One of the classes I taught many times, was “If I am elected,”  It was one of the most powerful of all my classes.  It was based on a class Mr. Tim had taught.  It’s a mock election, and teens learn what a real election is like.  I tell them at the beginning of the class, “you will get caught up in the political process.”  Usually, by the end of the first day’s lesson, they’re hooked, and enthusiastically at work on their party names and their platforms. I’ve never had an election that wasn’t a hard fought battle.  Thank you, Mr. Tim, for inspiring me!

There’s nothing that compares to a visit from a former student.  This past week, many students visited me, and I will never forget our wonderful conversations.  I know that each of these students will be successful in life, no matter what path they choose to pursue.  I always suggested that they set goals, or make plans for things they want to do, although I wasn’t sure which ones would really do that.  All of the former students who visited this week are busy setting goals and working to achieve them!  I am so proud of them!

An evening spent with a family that has inspired me.  They have helped me move, helped me to clean out a house that I needed to sell, fixed my raggedy vehicles for years, and been there for Kylia, Kari and I through good times and bad.  If you’ve ever been to any of my workshops and presentations, you have probably heard the stories of the young boy with his metal detector, his brother who loves log homes and has taught himself everything he can about their construction, another brother who is an amazing mechanic and, yet another brother who taught himself everything he could about economics, history and investing.  All 4 boys, now fine young men, were raised by a single mom who saw their gifts and talents and did everything she could to feed those interests.  Her love and support of her boys helped them achieve so many goals.  Thank you, Cathy, for sharing your family with me!

An entire afternoon, with a very dear friend.  Talking, laughing, crying, planning, hugging and, of course, eating….  Mmmmm, Panera shortbread cookies…

Having time this week to just be with my husband, and my daughters.  I love them so much, and words are so inadequate at times like these.  I know they know how I feel about them, but I still feel the need to find a way to show them how they have enriched my life beyond measure.  I am so grateful for their loving care!

Remember to look for the gifts in your life!  No matter how dark things seem, there is always hope, and there are always gifts!

My Newest…

When I married David in September, his daughter, Kelly, joined our family.  What a gift she is to each of us!  I am so very grateful that she is part of our family, and so very proud of the young woman she is.  And I am grateful to her mother for sharing her daughter with me!

The first time I met Kelly, I loved her immediately.  She was friendly and fun and we had a great time talking and getting to know each other.  We went to Bishops, a favorite local restaurant of Dave, Kelly and I.  I think of that evening often, and cherish the memory.  Thank you, Kelly, for being so kind and gracious when we met!

Kelly is beautiful!  She has gorgeous dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile that makes my heart sing!   The clothes she wears suit her so perfectly.  She is the essence of style, flair and grace.

Her laugh is amazing!  When Kelly laughs, you can’t help but laugh, too, because it is such a hearty, happy laugh.  I am grateful for the sound of her laughter.

She invited her dad, Kylia, Kari and I, to visit her, at her condo, in Chicago, last summer.  That trip is one of my all-time favorite memories!  Everything about it was wonderful!  She took us to so many wonderful restaurants, and every meal was delicious!  We went shopping, and to the Indians/White Sox game, rode the elevated train, went to the Memorial Day parade and walked and walked and walked.  We loved going to Millenium Park and spent a lot of time at “The Bean.”  On Sunday, Dave and I were worn out from all our walking, so Kelly took Kylia and Kari to the Art Museum.  It was a busy, but in many ways, very relaxing weekend, that I will never forget!  Kelly has a gift for making everyone feel comfortable and welcome!

She has a real sense of style.  Her condo is decorated in such a warm, relaxing, inviting way.  Works of art, bookshelves filled with interesting books, photographs from her many trips, comfortable seating with afghans or soft covers draped here and there, a cozy nook for relaxing and watching TV or reading in her kitchen/dining area, antiques that blend so well with more modern pieces and the coziest feeling of comfort in every room.  She’s lucky we didn’t move in….

Kelly is a world traveler, and her stories about her trips, and her photographs from those trips make me feel as though I have gone to all of those places, too!  Her wanderlust has been a gift to all of us.

Her photographs are some of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.  She has a good eye for composition, color, shadows, light and balance.  I would like to line my walls with her photography.  Her pictures from Machu Piccu, Death Valley, Italy, Buenos Aires, Spain and so many other places are breathtaking!

I am grateful that Kelly is a kind, supportive, fun, intelligent, loving and caring big sister for Kylia and Kari.  She understands each of them so well, and always offers just the right words of advice and support.

The five of us have spent two Christmases together, and they were the happiest, most fun Christmas celebrations, the girls or I have ever known.   I can not put into words what it feels like to share holiday joy with people you love so deeply.  Each year, Dave, Kylia, Kari and I couldn’t wait for Kelly to arrive, and each time, the whole day was absolutely perfect. (except this year, I forgot to make noodles… sorry, Kelly!)   I loved opening our gifts together, and seeing how each of the gifts was so carefully chosen, and the joy on the giver’s and the receiver’s faces.  Then sitting down to a delicious dinner together around our dining room table, and staying there a long time, just talking and laughing, enjoying our meal and being completely at ease.  Kelly, it means so much to me and to your dad and to Kylia and Kari that you take the time to be with us.  Thinking of these moments bring tears of joy and sadness!   I am so grateful!

Kelly loves the Chicago Bulls!  I have never been a big NBA fan, but Kelly’s passion for the Bulls, made me want to watch their games and cheer them on.  Especially when they played the Heat!  She admires their coach, Tom Thibodeau, and I’ve been inspired by his words in my current situation.  Dave has reminded me of Coach Thibs words to “Dig Deep!” “Make it go your way!” “You’ve gotta own it!”  “One more quarter!!!”  It always make me laugh, and it helps me keep going!


Kelly, you are a precious gift in my life and in the lives of many!  

My Oldest…

I was 37 when Kylia was born.  I had waited a long time to have my first child.  I had to work for the first 4 years of her life, and did not like leaving her each day.  She stayed with her grandmother while I worked, and at the end of each workday, I would race to Grandma’s house to see her.  I felt like I was missing so many important moments, so when she turned 5, I became a stay-at-home mom; one of my best decisions!  I am so grateful for my oldest daughter, Kylia!

Ideas have always seemed to bubble out of her brain faster than popping corn.  I nicknamed her “Idea Kylia.”  If I mentioned a problem, her first words were usually, “I know what we could do…..”  And her ideas were usually the perfect solution.  The popcorn popper of ideas is still going strong!

Kylia is thoughtful and caring, at home, on her job, everywhere.  She is an assistant manager for a busy store, and her customer service skills are always above and beyond what is expected.  There are many lonely people in the world, and if they are fortunate enough to meet Kylia, they will know that someone cares.

She’s a dedicated worker, and she loves what she does. She’s been working full-time, or more than full-time, since she was 14.  She has worked at many wonderful places, and is adept at multi-tasking.  She has always kept a list of goals for the day, and takes great satisfaction in checking the tasks off her list as quickly as possible.  She once told me that if she hasn’t checked off at least half of her goals for the day by 9:00 am, she’s disappointed.   I am grateful for her strong work ethic.

Kylia pays attention.  She listens to everyone carefully.  She takes notes.  She remembers what you  like and what you don’t like, your favorite colors, foods, scents, movies,   She notices if someone is lonely, sad, tired, not feeling well… and she finds the perfect way to help that person feel better.

She gives everyone the benefit of the doubt.  If someone is unkind, or does things that makes others feel angry or sad, Kylia focuses her attention of finding the source or cause of that anger or unkind behavior.  So many times, I have been frustrated by someone else’s tone of voice or actions, and Kylia has pointed out to that they just lost their job or loved one, or that they are on a medication that causes mood swings, or some other reasonable explanation.  I’m usually embarrassed that I was upset with them, without taking into consideration that there could have been something in that person’s life that caused them to behave the way they did.

She always makes a fashion statement.  When she needs to dress up, her look is professional and perfectly suited for her.  She loves jewelry, with pearls being her favorite.  Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, hair clips; she will be wearing pearls somewhere.   On less formal occasions, she adds fun touches like a colorful feather boa, or giant sunglasses or cat ears.  I love to see what she’s wearing every time she comes to visit.  She makes me smile, in the warmest, most fun way!

Kylia lives life out loud!  She laughs easily and with great enthusiasm.  She’s not afraid to step out of her comfort zone.  She loves pubic speaking.  If there’s a microphone, she’s ready to talk, and her banter is always entertaining and fun!  Even without a microphone, she makes herself heard and makes people smile!  When she worked at Jimmy’s Cafe, she welcomed each new guest with an enthusiastic and friendly greeting, often a unique greeting for each customer.  She loved working on the Cuyahoga Valley train, for many reasons, but one of her favorite reasons was because they gave her a microphone to announce all the stops, the sights along the way, specials in the concession car and the beginning of Happy Hour.  That announcement always ended with a shout of “Woo Hoo!”  If I told people that my daughter worked on the train, the first comment was usually, “Is she the Woo Hoo girl?”  Yes, she is!!  Woo Hoo!

She loves learning!  She is always reading, researching, watching documentaries, exploring new areas, and pushing her own limits.  I have learned so much from her, because she shares her interests with me, and I am amazed by the fascinating things she knows.  Like her sister, she was always homeschooled, and I just hung on for the ride, because she went from interest to interest with passion and excitement!  Also, like her sister, she taught me more than I could ever teach her.

Kylia is supportive of her family and her friends.  I faced many challenging times, in the years that it was just Kylia, Kari and I.  She was always there to lift my spirits and to tell me that she would help any way she could.  When our van lost oil pressure, and the engine was ruined, I was panicked.   I called Kylia, who was working at Jimmy’s Cafe at the time and  she said, “Don’t worry, Mom! It will be fine. I’ll have someone there to pick you up as soon as I can.”  Within 15 minutes, her boss arrived and took me home.  When she asked if there was a way she could help out financially,  I asked her if she could buy the groceries for us.  She said she could, but she would rather use her money to take us out to dinner each night when she finished at the cafe.   I will always be grateful for those late night suppers, talking and laughing with Kylia and Kari, and getting to know the servers who always took time to sit and visit with us.  Kylia helped financially, emotionally and with great love and kindness.

She keeps our line of communication open.  We spent all our time together, until a few years ago, when Kari and I moved to Wooster.  Kylia decided to remain in the Akron area.  It was so strange not to be with her every day, but there have been very few days that we have not been in contact.   Most days, we either talk on the phone or text each other, and sometimes we Skype or email.  We visit each other as often as we can, sometimes choosing a spot halfway between Wooster and Akron.  I treasure that connection.

Everyone should have a Kylia in their life!

My Youngest

Kari, my youngest daughter is a complex, fascinating and lovely young woman.  I am so grateful for her, so proud of her, and so hopeful for her future.  She has so many wonderful qualities, and I want to be sure that she knows how very capable and strong she is.  What an honor it is for me to tell you how much I love her and cherish her presence in my life!

Kari, you have a tremendous inner strength.  You have made yourself try things, even if you were afraid.  I love your courage and determination.

You are a hard-working young woman.  You give your all to your employers, keeping things organized and running smoothly, learning new facets of your job with enthusiasm, making customers feel comfortable and taking your responsibilities very seriously.  Awesome!

Our family and your friends are so very lucky to have you in our midst.  You carefully shop for the perfect birthday or Christmas gifts or just gifts to brighten a day.  You pay attention to what people say, what they wear, what their favorite things are, and then you give exactly the right present.   You have given me books by my favorite authors, when I didn’t think I had even mentioned that I like them.   Amazing!

You are always willing to help me with my make-up, or my clothes choices.  Sometimes you suggest something and I think, “That won’t look right together.” but when I put on the outfit as you suggested, I am shocked at how perfectly it coordinates.  Wow!

I love your artwork.  I love art, but have a terrible time drawing people, but you not only draw them well, but you catch such fine details that really bring the portraits to life.  I hope you will continue creating and allow your imagination to run free.  You inspire me to be more creative!

There is nothing more beautiful than hearing you play the guitar and sing along.  Your voice is soft and sweet.  I know you are not entirely comfortable playing and singing for others, but even if I only hear you through your bedroom door, it fills me with such joy to hear those beautiful sounds.

I always wanted you to love learning.  There were a lot of ups and downs in your learning adventure.  In the last few years, I have been so excited to see how you KNOW how to research.  When our water well wasn’t working, you spent hours searching for possible causes of the problem.  And you read and you understood what you read and you effectively communicated what you learned!  You taught me about so many things you had studied and researched, like “synesthesia.”  Because of you, I know that means that there are some people who hear colors.  What a concept!  Your ability to research and learn about things that intrigue you will serve you well for the rest of your life.  Learning will lead to growth and on to great success!!  I’m so proud of you!

When you were a little girl, you would always come downstairs in the morning and race across the room, leap into my lap and hug me so tight I could barely breathe. And then you would giggle the most contagious giggle.   I will never forget that!  You have no idea how much it meant to me that you had so much energy, enthusiasm, pure joy and abundant love and you offered it to me so freely.  At night, I sometimes lay down next to you in your little bed, and you would put your face right against mine – nose to nose.  I would close my eyes and if I opened them, I would see your eyes looking right into mine and you would smile a huge smile!  Then you would say, “I love you, Mommy, to infinity and beyond and back again, and back to infinity and back again.”  One of my most treasured memories.

Beauty and grace are your trademark. You don’t walk, you glide.  When you’re working, you seem to be walking 3 times faster than anyone else, and your posture is straight, and your movement is easy,  You exemplify poise.  When you tried teaching me to sign, I was so caught up in the grace and ease of your hand movements, that I would forget I was supposed to be doing what you were showing me.  Thank you for still trying to teach me!  I think the problem was with your student, not with your teaching.  (smiling)


You have so many abilities, Kari, which may be making things more difficult for you to decide exactly what you want to do with your life.  Choose one skill and try it.  Give it a good shot!  Be willing to fail and try again.  YOU WILL SUCCEED because you are intelligent, capable, logical and artistic, and you have heart!  You enrich my life each moment.  

I am so proud and happy that you are my daughter.  And I am grateful!

Simple Pleasures

The joy of being able to do simple everyday things:  making a pot of coffee, walking through our home, folding clothes, washing dishes, getting dressed, making a pasta salad…  Each simple everyday task is a blessing!

Brunch and grocery shopping with Kari, my youngest.  She’s been working so many hours and I miss seeing her.  We talked and laughed and enjoyed a treat from the bakery together.  My heart is full and overflowing with love for Kari, always.

Yesterday afternoon, Kari and I created Zentangles together.  (Thank you, Carol!)  Creating art has always been one of our favorite together-time activities.  Painting, sketching, Zentangling, making all kinds of things with Sculpy clay, jewelry making, beading.  It was always a time for us to talk and laugh and use our best creativity and imagination.

I love when David barbecues.  I told him that I would like for him to make something on the grill for me again, so of course, he did it right away.  I smiled as I prepared the pasta salad and the fruit and the veggies, knowing that he was at the grill taking care of that part of the meal.  And what a lovely and delicious meal it was.  Sharing a meal together, especially one that we prepared together is one of my favorite things.

Anticipating with joy, the upcoming arrival of my dear sister-in-law, Barbara.  She’s flying in from Hawaii to spend a few weeks here with us, and I can’t wait!  I know that will be another bittersweet time, but I think the joy and love will far outweigh the sadness.

My brother, Gary, and my sister, Faun, call me frequently, although they are always concerned they’re bothering me.  I tell them that they NEVER bother me.  I hear their unique ring-tones and see their name pop up on my phone and almost jump out of chair to find the spot with the best signal reception in our house, excitedly saying, “It’s Faun!” or “Gary!”  It’s like opening a beautiful present!

The kindness, generosity, caring, loving and joyful gift of my friend, Mary.  She is always upbeat and smiling and laughing, and offers me so many simple things that make me feel that healing is not only possible, but happening.  And I remember that healing can take many forms, and I am grateful for all of them, and of course, for Mary!

Today is the 6 year anniversary of the death of my oldest brother, Gene.  He was 20 years older than me, and it took us awhile to find the deep connection that was always there.  I learned so much from him, and he helped me in more ways than I can ever recount.  He had 5 wonderful sons, and each of them have so many of his good qualities.  When he died, I had to write, just as I have to write now.  I want everyone to know what an amazing and good and loving man he was.  I am so grateful for his presence in my life.   A Lifetime of Teaching

Kylia will be her with us for 3 days in a row!  What a joy that is!  We want to make the most of every minute!

Really looking forward to Sunday, when I will have the opportunity to see so many of my favorite homeschooling families.  My closest and dearest friends felt that I would be overwhelmed by too many people wanting to come visit, so they planned a picnic and invited as many people as they could think of to come to a park, where we will focus solely on reconnecting, happy memories and hugs and laughter!  I already know there will be tears, but we all need to cry at times, so that we can laugh the next time.  I’m hoping that some of the families will bring pictures that I can take home with me, so that I can create a montage in our bedroom where I will be spending a lot of time.  I love seeing everyone’s faces. They are all “my family.”

I am so grateful that our bedroom is a huge, airy room with such a lovely view and a deck, where I can get fresh air, and I can look about me and see all the reminders of our marriage which took place in the family room, which became our bedroom.  Another bittersweet gift.


What are your simple pleasures?  Embrace them!

Tears, love, laughter, memories

It was a bittersweet week.  Visits with extra special friends, many meaningful conversations and many tears.  Each of these things are blessings in and of themselves.  And I am grateful!

Each of the friends who visited this week brought the gift of smiles and laughter!   They lifted my spirits!

They brought gifts that were especially meaningful to me.  I treasure each and every one!

They shared words of wisdom with me, that helped me find solutions to problems that had seemed too big to handle.   The gift of peace of mind.

They listened.  Listening is an art, and each of these friends has mastered that art!

They understood the magnitude of what I am facing.  They empathized and cried with me!  I am in good spirits most of the time, but there are times, it is overwhelmingly for me.  Their empathy was so helpful.

They shared their stories of our friendship.  Their stories touched my heart.  I always thought that they did so much more for me than I could ever have done for them.  I had not realized that when I did what I thought were small things, these friends saw them as much more.  An unexpected gift.

They came with their children.  One with a sweet, beautiful toddler, whose smile lit up the room.  One with a young man who had just discovered the joy of reading.  And a family for whom I used to sit, came after too many years apart.   I had missed those three children so much, and now they are tall, but still their same sweet, wonderful selves.  They gave me a photo of the 3 of them, and a card, and each of them had written a touching note.  My first reaction was “They can write!!”  The last time I had seen them, we were practicing making letters, and now they write beautifully!  I am so grateful to have been part of all of these children’s lives.  They added richness and warmth and laughter to my life.  Children are a gift filled with infinite value.  I am grateful to every parent who allowed me to be part of their child’s life.

They offered me creative outlets for my words and feelings.  From a book of questions to help children learn more about their parent’s life, to Zentangle tiles that will offer an opportunity for my daughters and I to spend evenings creating art and sharing our feelings together.  And a box of pale blue paper that I’m using for notes and posters and all kinds of things for my daughters.  A creative outlet is most useful and appreciated.

Hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs!  Each one packed with power and meaning and LOVE!  A heartfelt hug is priceless!

They asked what I needed, and they didn’t push if I couldn’t think of anything, but each one said, “if you do happen to think of something, consider it already done.”  I am thankful for “no pressure.”

A special bonus gift this past week, was hearing from so many of my students.  I received letters, phone calls, emails and Facebook messages.  Each one telling me how glad they were that I had been their teacher and sharing with me what they had learned from me.  I always felt that i received more from them, than I could ever offer to them.  What a rewarding, exciting, joyous gift!


Friends…  a gift of infinite value!

The best things in life

For so many years, it was just the 3 of us.  Living with more month-than-money, cars that often failed, making do, getting by.  It did not define us   I am grateful for the all the moments of pure joy that we shared:

Volunteering at the Akron Aeros baseball games.  For each game that we volunteered, the Aeros gave each of us 6 free tickets for future games.  We all gained a love of baseball.   We would get a treat most times we went, buying a hot dog or a dish of Dippin’ Dots and sharing it.  Cheering like wild women, singing “Take me out to the ballgame” and “YMCA” during the 7th inning stretch, staying for fireworks.

Buying Sea World’s bargain family pass.   For less than $60, we had a full summer of fun.  Picnic lunches and all the great shows, again and again and again.  It never got old.

Buckett Hill Campground is filled with cabins.   What could be better than living next door to all your favorite people for a week?  Picnics, potlucks, water polo, hiking and fun, fun, fun.  With 50-60 kids being together from 7 am until midnight, each day, and not one argument or problem…. ever.  What a rare gift!

Our Christmas Eve tradition of lunch at Swenson’s drive-in restaurant, where Santa always gave us lots of free goodies from his pack, followed by a movie at the theater, dinner at a Chinese restaurant and then driving around looking at Christmas lights and singing Christmas carols at the top of our lungs, and endless giggling.

Jimmy’s cafe – a magical place that connected us with people from everywhere, and helped us find joy in every moment!   My oldest began working there when she was 14, and soon my youngest and I were helping out there as often as we could.  Music, food, conversation and a huge crowd of “regulars.”  Every inch inside and out was covered with paint, sparkles, mirrors, murals, photos, tassels, painted cotton balls, and mosaics.  Jimmy was an artist and nothing in the cafe stayed the same for long.  Magic is almost an understatement when you’re talking about Jimmy’s.

The Polar Express  – The 3 of us striding down Mill St in Peninsula to board the train each night, waving and smiling our biggest smiles at the engineer.  Boarding the train to create a magical night for every Polar Express passenger.   A month of absolute joy!

The countless classes and programs that we attended at the Cleveland Metroparks were so great, they are almost beyond description.  Each reservation (park) within the system is different and fascinating.  We knew so many of the naturalists and are so grateful for their caring and friendship.  We traveled on a Voyageur canoe (it’s huge), learned about CCC through a hands-on realistic workshop, had a tasty day trying about 60 dandelion recipes, touched and tasted helpful plants with the guidance of Dr. Wildweed, tried on Civil War soldiers clothes, plus programs about apples, raptors (my favorite), spring flowers, squirrels, bees and countless more.  I never had trouble getting either girl out of bed if we were going to a Metroparks program.  And they were free…

The many trips to the Cleveland Museum of Art.  Before our first trip, we watched a video featuring Mike Hargrove, who was then the manager of the Cleveland Indians.  He explained that the art museum was NOT “his thing.”  But as he went through the museum, he found so many paintings and sculptures that he liked, and he explained what he liked about each one.  We spent our day searching for every piece of art that Mike had shown us in the video.  Excited shrieks – “There’s the one of the boxer!!!”

A dear friend of mine gave us a free time-share stay at a Myrtle Beach resort.  I wasn’t sure our car would make it that far, but it did.  Our suite was so luxurious.  We watched the brown pelicans swooping across the ocean, saw the sun rise, watched all the people on the beach, and treated ourselves to dinner at a beachfront restaurant. My younger daughter searched for shells and ooohed and ahhhed over every one, even if it was just a tiny sliver. It was rainy and cold every day, until the day we were to leave when the sun came out, and the temperatures warmed.  The  jellyfish arrived midweek… lots of pink squishy things on the beach. Don’t step on them!  And on the way home, we stopped to spend a few days with our wonderful North Carolina family!   We remember it as being one of the best trips ever!

Our first trip to Lake View Cemetery was amazing!  We went with a kids’ history club run by the Cleveland Metroparks.  So many famous people, tombstones in every shape and size you can imagine and the huge James A Garfield Memorial.  By looking at the diorama at the top of the building, we saw the story of Garfield’s life in pictures, and we learned that although he was shot while in office, he would have lived if the doctors had just washed their hands.  All the plants and trees that are native to Ohio are represented and labeled.  There’s a gorgeous chapel with pews made from the Cedars of Lebanon, and Tiffany stained glass windows. We have been back countless times and each time we see new and amazing things.  If I asked either of my daughters if they wanted to visit Lake View Cemetery, I would probably have to race them to the car.  Who knew a cemetery could be so much fun?

The world is a glorious place, and the best things are, quite often, free!

 

The gift of good taste

Food and friends, a perfect combination.  There are very few foods that I don’t enjoy.  I will freely admit that apricots would be at the bottom of my list.  My dad always called “tonsil-dusters,”  I love cooking, baking, tasting, savoring, restaurants, picnics….  When I recall a happy event, there nearly always is food associated with it in some way.   Now, many of my favorites taste bland.   I am thrilled when I find a favorite food that still has the same luscious taste that I remember.  I am grateful for all the delicious food I have ever eaten, and for the friends and family with whom I shared a meal.

Growing up in the Little Switzerland of Ohio, there is nothing like the taste of real Swiss cheese.  A grilled cheese sandwich made with real Swiss cheese, with all it’s stretchy deliciousness, makes me want to take tiny bites, so that I can make it last just a little longer.

A meal of mashed potatoes, noodles, creamed corn and pan-fried chicken.  I grew up surrounded by the Amish, and everyone ate this meal frequently.  My sister makes the best creamed corn I’ve ever tasted.  I loved Thanksgiving at her house.  My family always teased me because I would pile noodles on my mashed potatoes, top it with creamed corn, and maybe a little gravy.  Mix and eat!  Sometimes, I didn’t even heat it.  It tasted just as good cold.  Heavenly!

Coccia House pizza!!  A local pizza shop that makes amazing pizza.  When I left the area for about 25 years, I longed for their pizza.  It’s always so busy that you may have to wait for an hour or two to get your pizza, but none of the locals mind doing that.  It’s so much fun to go there for an evening with our family.

Fresh strawberries – Why does strawberry season pass so quickly?   When I was a little girl, there were always several times during strawberry season, when our entire meal would be a slice of angel food cake, topped with ice cream,  and a heaping scoop of strawberries.  A meal of dessert.  My mouth is watering thinking about it

Pickled beets and “red beet eggs” – I grew red beets in my first garden when I was about 5.  I’ve loved them ever since.  Each month, a group of about 10-12 of my cousins meets at a local restaurant for what we call “Cousin Lunch.”  The time together is filled with laughter and good food, including my favorite beets and pickled eggs!

Sweet corn roasted, in the husk, in a pile of hot coals.  I remember so many summer and fall evenings standing by the fire chomping on the most sweet, buttery, corn on the cob you can imagine.  The butter dish was usually covered with black pieces of burnt corn husk, but no one minded.

Morel mushrooms.  My mom and dad and I would go mushroom hunting every spring.  My favorite outing.  When my mom fried the mushrooms we found, their flavor was indescribably delicious.   It’s hard to find places to hunt mushrooms today, but I am so happy that I had so many years to do that.

I taught at a homeschool co-op for many years, and enjoyed every second of it.  At the end of each co-op day, many of the families would head to the local Schlotzky’s Deli to relax and chat and eat.  The food was great, the company was even better.  We would get to the deli at 3:30 and sometimes didn’t leave until they closed at 9:00.  I loved their potato bacon soup, until one of my students told me that he liked that soup, but he preferred to get half potato bacon and half chicken noodle in the same bowl.  I tried it and it became my new favorite.  Thanks, Jon!

We always had asparagus growing just outside the kitchen door.  My mom would ask me to cut some for dinner, but only  the stalks that were super skinny.  My mom said those were the only ones worth eating.   She was right.  And I’ve discovered that the super skinny ones I find in the grocery stores these days are lacking much of the flavor of the homegrown ones.  I’m so glad that I had the opportunity to enjoy the richness fresh from the earth.

I was always excited for the month of May to arrive.  My sister would call and invite my daughters and I to go to her “Mother-Daughter-Sister-Friend” banquet.  All the women and girls in our family would sit together.  The banquet was held in a large dining room in one of the local Amish restaurants.  The room buzzed with chatter and laughter.  Fresh, crispy salads at each place, family style main dishes passed from person to person, down the long table, and a basket of homemade bread.  The most exciting part of the meal was dessert.  A piece of pie was set at each place.  There were many different kinds, and everyone wanted to get their favorite, so there was a flurry of pie-trading that began before we even ate our salads.   Oh, how we loved that evening!

This list could go on and on.  My friends tease me that no matter what I’m eating, it’s my “favorite.”  And at that moment, it is.

Hidden Gifts

Facing what lies ahead is far beyond difficult.  Not facing it is not an option.  Discovering the hidden gifts in the situation help me navigate the ever shifting path with more confidence, more courage and always, with hope.  I am grateful for these hidden gifts:

Three brothers – my beloved nephews, have been spending rare hours together, to gather pictures and memories for me.  They tell me how much fun they are having doing that.  They’re laughing, talking, reminiscing.  They say it’s great therapy.  And it would not have happened had my future not suddenly grown so dark.  That’s a powerful gift!

One of my favorite former students (and wonderful friend) moved to a distant state a few years ago.  Since I may not see her again,  I sent her a message to make sure she knew how she had touched my life.  She quickly replied with the perfect response.   An enriching, heart-overflowing moment.

Three young children who made my life so rich and full and fun, but with whom I had lost touch.  With a single email, I learned that they had been missing me, as I had been missing them.  It won’t be long until they will be visiting me.  That day will have hearts and fireworks and lots of smiley faces on my calendar.

Our family dinner together at our favorite restaurant was not what I had hoped.  It was the worst service and meal I’ve ever experienced.  I spoke up. Far more than I ever have, shocking my husband and daughters.  I have learned to set boundaries.  Family, conversation, connecting with those that I love is my most important work right now.  And I will do it with gusto!

An evening sitting with my 2 daughters and my husband.  Doing normal things together.  Holding hands, talking, laughing.  Bittersweet perfection.

Receiving an email from my North Carolina brother, telling me how he and his family felt that their trip to Ohio this past weekend was the greatest trip they had taken together.  The pinnacle of happiness appears in the midst of sorrow.  Thank you!

Enjoying frequent calls from my sister.  This seemingly unbearable tragedy is giving us opportunity after opportunity to love and support each other.  She has a special ring tone on my phone.  Every time I hear it, I smile.  “Well, hello there!!!”

I tell my husband that I want to memorize every inch of him so that I will always remember.  He takes my hand and slides it over one of his legs, and says, “You’re welcome!”  I go from tears to giggles in a nano-second.

There are so many people that I know want to reach out to me, but the whole situation is too big and dark and frightening.  I understand.  I hope and pray for courage for all of us.  If you are unable to find the words, or you are consumed by anger or sadness or paralyzed by fear. I understand and will still love you forever.

So eager for this week.  I will have visits from a number of my dearest friends, whom I seldom see.  It excites me more than I say.  There will be tears and giggles, love and laughter, chatter and hugs.  And if I was not facing the darkness, all these opportunities would never have appeared.

Hidden gifts fill me with hope