Friday, November 6, 2009

Old Life

Not often, but every once in a while, I go there. Especially this time of year, close to the time she left. Probably not a good idea, but my SH (sweet hubby) understands the heartbreak, the heartache, and it's nice to have a shoulder to cry on, someone to just listen.

It seems to come out mostly at night. And, before I know it, I am weeping. No one can fix it, well, except God in His own time. But, time does truly hang heavy when you are missing two of your family members.

One I carried under my heart for nearly ten months, happily enduring her every hiccup and mule-like kick in utero, before finally giving life to her over her loud protests. The other, my first grandchild, totally captivated my heart and I still remember the laughter and giggles when as a toddler he delightedly rubbed red Jello into his hair and on any other person who happened by.

But sadly, no matter how perfectly we may plan it, life doesn't always turn out so perfectly. And, so she walked out of my life one day and took my grandson with her.

Eleven years is a long time to never see your child's or your grandchild's face or hear their voice.

I missed all her twenties, and I often wonder what she looks like now at age 33. Is she still my beautiful, blue-eyed beauty? Or, like me, has she aged due to the loss?

And, Jacob? Sad to think he could pass me on the street and I would never know him or he know me. Yet, even when he was so very little he loved me. He knew I would try and protect him. I only hope he forgives me because I wasn't able to.

No matter what, Life just shouldn't be this way.

It's far too short even if one lives to be 100.

I love you, Melissa and Jacob.

I always will.



Tuesday, November 3, 2009

It's a new dawn; a new day!

Sorry for my lack of posts, but I've been busy lately, not only because I've been on my honeymoon but also settling into a new and different life as my SH's (sweet husband) wife! :-) Yup, only goes to show you there's hope to find the "love of your life" even late in life.


I tell my SH (sweet husband), it isn't his fault he is so thoroughly captivated by me. (He even loves that I am complex, go figure!) LOL No, it's that I prayed so long for a mate that would love me more than he loves himself, and God sent me just that. :-) I couldn't be happier or more content and the best part is, it's reciprocal.


So, the moral of this story is never, ever give up on finding your perfect (for you) mate, no matter how old you are.

Blessings to all, and I promise to post more frequently.



Thursday, July 23, 2009

BILLY GRAHAM’S PRAYER FOR OUR NATION

Truth...from a man the media has never been able to throw dirt on!!He has certainly hit the "world" on the head!!! Billy Graham's Prayer For Our Nation THIS MAN SURE HAS A GOOD VIEW OF WHAT'S HAPPENING TO OUR COUNTRY!

'Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.


We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done.


We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.


We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.


We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.


We have killed our unborn and called it choice.


We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.


We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.


We have abused power and called it politics.


We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.


We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.


We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.


Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.

In Jesus' Name, Amen!'


Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, 'The Rest of the Story,' and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired. With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called 'One nation under God.'


Think about this: If you forward this prayer to everyone on your e-mail list, in less than 30 days it would be heard by the world. (It's worth a try!) One Nation Under God


Monday, June 8, 2009

Sunset

I know I've posted this before, but thought it worthy of repeating.

Sunset

At dawn, I waited patiently on the Eastern shore,
and felt the sea spray on my face, hoping.
But, you never came.

At noon, I looked for you with shaded eyes
and a heart full of love, beyond the blue horizon, praying.
But nothing

At dusk, with heavy heart like the sinking sun that settles in the West
over the ocean waves, it came to me.
You would not come now, or ever.

At night, as clouds veiled the quartermoon with darkness,
it was then I realized with great sadness
what could have been was gone now and forever.

Copyright ©2009 Deborah Gibson Taylor

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Back from...

well, not sure where I was for a couple of days there. A doctor would call it delirious from food poisoning, I call it pure misery. (And, yes, this is puce-colored intentionally.)

But, I am over it now thanks to one of my alternative medicines which cuts the recovery time by half. Thank G-d.

I've only had food poisoning twice in my life, but really once is enough, thank you.

The first was about eleven years ago, while in training at my then corporate office in Greenwich, CT. I made the mistake of eating in the company's cafeteria, so by evening, to put it nicely, my misery had "gone forth" and "multiplied" if you know what I mean.

But, I remembered having read in one of my alternative therapies magazines about a month earlier, an article about a product one should "always have on hand in case of food poisoning." Luckily, I readily recalled the name of the product.

Determined to buy some, I then made my way very carefully, if not uber cautiously, to the local GNC at the Westchester Mall, which adjoined my hotel.

It really was a slow, slow, stop-and-go trip. Passerbys probably thought I was strung out on something or drunk as I was holding to walls, the rails, anything to help me stay vertical.

Although GNC no longer makes a generic brand of this product, at that time they had an offer on them I couldn't refuse...buy one ounce-size bottle, get one free (BOGO). Well, massive misery calls for massive amounts of antidotes, no? So, I decided to buy four bottles.

Fortunately, I made it back to the hotel without passing out or passing anything else, when the waves of misery started to hit me again.

As a new employee, I was desperate not to miss work, wasn't sure anyone would believe any excuse I could give, I was so new.

So, when I got back to the hotel room, I opened a bottle and downed it in record time. Heck, I figured if a teaspoon was good an ounce would be better. Besides, what could I lose? I mean I had already lost everything, both upstairs and down. LOL

Well, anyway, about an hour later, I was filled with awe and wonder when I awoke and realized I was still alive and surprised to no longer feel like I was going to die. So, on my next trip to the porcelain "g-d(dess)", I downed another bottle of that blessed nectar.

By this time, I was determined to be either cured or just simply die. (If any of you have had food poisoning, you understand this totally.) A couple hours later when I awoke, I drank another bottle.

Long story, short: By five a.m., I, who had been in a fetal position all night when not bowing to the porcelain "g-d(dess)" was not only completely better, but was able to walk and talk!

Miracles of miracles, it actually worked!

Since then I try to never be without this little liquid miracle (it is non-alcoholic). I keep it if for no other reason than for food poisoning alone, but it is also great for a myriad of things like sinus, colds, flu, ear aches, etc.

I've even used it (in moderation) on my grandbabies, keeping them happily healthy and practically antibiotic free. In fact, I find it works even better than most antibiotics.

Thanks goodness! Otherwise, I'd still be in the bed or on the floor. ;-)

But, honestly folks, some of the best advice I can give you: Never make a "run for the border" unless you want to "run" for the border. LOL

Be well, ya'll.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Morris Harvey House Bed & Breakfast

By now you all know how shamelessly I promote West Virginia, and rightly so. After all, it's scenic beauty is nearly unsurpassed as evidenced by the picture of the New River Gorge Bridge, at the top of this blog.


I've also had inquiry into where is the best places to stay in the area. Fortunately, in recent years, there have been several hotels built in the area. But, if you really want to get the true flavor of a quaint, small town like Fayetteville, WV, I think your needs would be better served by one of the B & B's there.

My pick is The Morris Harvey House Bed & Breakfast and there are many reasons why. But, I'll let you read for yourself all about the historic B & B taken directly from one of the Charleston Newspapers:



Innkeeper trades city life for return to roots
The house that Harvey built
By Julie Robinson
Staff writer

New River Gorge landowner Morris Harvey built a gracious home in Fayetteville that now serves as a welcome retreat for whitewater rafters and other guests.


FAYETTEVILLE - As midlife changes go, it was a pretty big one.
Bernie Kania grew up in Oak Hill, but had lived and worked in Virginia Beach, Va., for nearly 30 years, when he decided to chuck his engineering job to purchase and run a bed-and-breakfast in Fayetteville.


Owner Elizabeth Bush placed Morris Harvey House - the bed-and-breakfast she and her husband, George Soros - had painstakingly restored in 1993 on the market in 2007. Since Soros' death in 1998, she had accepted guests in gradually smaller numbers.


Recently divorced, Kania was considering a change of pace and remembered the house from his youth. When one of his two sons chose to attend Kania's alma mater, West Virginia University, instead of a Virginia school, Kania bought the Morris Harvey House and moved to Fayetteville.
At 52, he started his new life as an innkeeper.


"It's definitely a change of scenery and career," he said. "I just wanted to do something different. I've been involved with the public before, but this is the best public job there could be. When everyone comes here, they're on vacation. They're already happy."


The house was built in 1902 by Morris Harvey with the fortune he amassed selling coal and railroad rights on his steep property bordering the New River Gorge.


Harvey built the Queen Anne-style house in which he and his wife, Rosa, lived until he died in 1908. The Harveys had no children, and Rosa Harvey passed the house on to the Methodist Church, of which they were devoted members, when she died. It served as a parsonage until the 1950s, when various families owned and lived in it, until Bush and Soros converted it to a bed and breakfast.


The inn's immaculate 14 rooms contain seven vibrantly colored Italian marble-fronted fireplaces, each in a different color scheme. All the coal fireplaces are outfitted in ornate black iron surrounds and fittings. Two of them were converted to gas to give a warm glow to chilled guests.


Guests are frequently whitewater rafters who enjoy the comforts Kania provides after a strenuous day on the river. Kania replaced the sitting room's antique furniture with overstuffed soft leather couch and chair and added a television, the only one in the house.


Kania shows his guests around small-town Fayetteville and fills them in on the town's diverse restaurant options. He kept the house open this winter for the first time this year, and hosted a steady stream of guests.


"We're busier in the summer during rafting season," he said. "I joke with the rafters that if there's a woman in the group and they're trying to decide between us and a hotel, I get the business."


Morris Harvey House has five guest areas, including a third-floor sloped-ceiling loft with two bedrooms and one full bathroom. "People tell me that it reminds them of when they visited their grandparents' house when they were younger and played in their attic," Kania said.


The master bedroom, called Rosa's Suite, is tucked behind the first-floor sitting room. Its private bathroom includes an antique claw-foot bathtub and raised water closet toilet - charming and efficient. Beside the bed in the bedroom sits a small sink, an original fixture. The sink's water was supplied by an 800-gallon copper cistern on the second floor, which provided some of the earliest running water in town, Kania said. The cistern no longer functions, but it's visible through a window cut into an upstairs hallway wall.


The house was built without a kitchen on the premises. Hot and noisy cooking chores were conducted in the detached cook house, which Kania converted into his own residence. "I'm close enough if a guest needs anything, but far enough away to give them their privacy," he said.
Vinyl siding outside clearly differentiates the kitchen as an addition to the wood-clad house.
The distinction is required by the National Register of Historic Places, on which the house is listed.


Guests gather around the dining room's spacious oak table where Kania serves homemade breakfasts such as pineapple upside-down French toast or breakfast parfaits with yogurt, fresh fruit and granola. A typical breakfast also includes an egg dish, assorted breads or his homemade pineapple banana bread.


"I grew up in large Polish family. Breakfast was always a big deal," he said. "I'm just carrying on that tradition."


Kania runs the bed-and-breakfast with a little help from his family. He calls his 21-year-old son B.J. his "housekeeping manager." B.J., who has Down syndrome, is a whiz with linens and towels.



Although none of his three sisters lives in-state, they've each contributed their special talents toward the house. Sheila, his sister in Pennsylvania with an eye for antiques, purchases furnishings for the house. The house came with some furnishings, but Kania's changed and added others. The only original piece from Morris and Rosa Harvey's days is a bench in the front hall.
His sister Barbara and her husband, Tom, of Winchester, Va., help with house maintenance and gardening. Tom tends the formal gardens that can be viewed from the comfortable furniture on the inn's wraparound porch, as well as the rest of the grounds. A fleur-de-lis pattern from the stained-glass windows is repeated in the garden design.



Brenda, his sister in Florida, bakes breads and muffins, often with freshly picked mangoes, which she ships north for his guests' breakfasts.



Upstairs, the Library is the most modest bedroom and lacks a private bathroom. Kania named it in reference to the room's extensive bookshelves. The black and gold Harvey Room down the hall has a half bath and shares a full with the Library occupants.



The Grand Suite features a private bath. All the bedrooms are furnished with antiques, with occasional concessions to modern tastes. "Most antique beds are three-quarter-sized, which is too small for most people today. Our beds are queen-sized," Kania said.



A sign on the door advises visitors that if Kania doesn't answer, he'll be back shortly. He usually isn't too far away. The post office, bank, barber and library are all within a block of home. The small-town charm and convenience provide a welcome change from Virginia Beach, which grew too congested and crowded for Kania's taste.


"I think my friends in Virginia Beach probably think I'm crazy, but I have everything I need right here," he said. "I like the mountains and the green spaces. It was good to get away from the city and into a more country environment."




For more information or reservations, please visit: http://www.morrisharveyhouse.com/

Sunday, May 10, 2009

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY


Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me
With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,
And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.
For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon