Saturday, January 15, 2011


A Family Tale—A living history

After we have "heard" a FAMILY TALE or STORY, it then becomes our responsibility to pass the story along to FAMILY and FRIENDS and our CHILDREN; for now we become the STORY TELLER, and have the sacred honor and privilege of passing it on to FRIENDS, FAMILY, and CHILDREN.

In this way, the STORY continues; for you see, a FAMILY TALE or STORY is only "alive" during the telling, listening, and sharing.

If it isn't being told, the STORY dies, FAMILY LORE is lost, and the richness of our lineage is diminished.

The death of a FAMILY STORY is something we must never let happen, for they are our sacred heritage entrusted to our care.

These STORIES are good, remember them, for they help to explain some of the mysteries that we find around us, some things that happen in NATURE, in the FAMILY, in FRIENDSHIPS, and in RELIGIOUS BELIEFS.

Family Short Story

In the early 1950s, when I was in Second Grade, I lived for a time with my Maternal Grandparents on the tenant farm they worked and managed in the Township of Pond, which is located near Delano and is in the Central part of California.  It was a flat farming area for miles around with one gasoline station, one store, one elementary school, and one "STOP" sign.  (Use GOOGLE to view this area from your computer and get an aerial perspective.) 

It was during this slice of my life that I learned some of the greatest lessons that would stand me throughout my journey on our heavenly earth!  I have SO MANY memories of just "ordinary" daily living.  Getting up early.  Making my bed.  Dressing for a day of play, school, or church.  Playing in the farmyard.  Watering the "truck garden" and outdoor plants.  Feeding the chickens, pigs, horses, cows, and pets.  Checking the mousetraps.  Sweeping the floor (we had NO vacuum cleaner).  Preparing a meal.  Doing dishes.  Clothing wash day.  "Ironing" clothes, table clothes, pillowcases, Grandpa's handkerchiefs and Gram's aprons.  Playing with my doll.  Cutting out paper dolls from McCall magazines.  Splashing in the farm pond.  Listening to radio soap operas and programs as The Long Ranger, Dick Tracy, Burns and Allen, Bob Hope, Milton Berle, and more.  Celebrating birthdays and other special days as Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.  These were the special days of my life that I remember today so fondly full of simple pleasures and the romance of discovery.

It seems sometimes the joy of life that comes with the simple pleasures and romance of daily living can be right in front of you, waiting to be noticed.  And, so much is missed in a hurried life, so that you can find yourself too busy to really enjoy the moment!

When my life gets too busy or my thoughts crowded, these simple pleasures are the first things I miss.  So an intimate awareness helps me slow down and "Stop and smell the roses".  Greeting the sunrise.  Celebrating a sunset.  Walking.  Gardening.  Painting.  Writing.  Listening to music.  Tuning into the rhythms of nature's symphony.  Connecting with dear ones.  This is living.  Slowing my pace allows me to savor the things that matter and feel fully present and real, just as I felt all those year ago living with my BELOVED Grandparents on the farm.

 There are moments in nature, when the simple pleasure of just listening to the frogs, ducks, and other nocturnal creatures rhapsodize of an evening, fill me to overflowing with enchantment.  Just this evening, I went out to enjoy the sunset after a beautiful day.  As the curtain of twilight lowered on the horizon, I began to hear the chorus of the Frog Colony that resides in the wild life reserve a short 200 yards from my front door, as they heralded the coming of the gathering darkness.  The romance of their chorus "lightened" the burdens of my day!

These are the simple pleasures of my life, the memories that stand out, the thoughts and actions that make my life feel very rich.

Sometimes the joy of life that comes with the simple pleasures and romance of daily living can be right in front of you, waiting to be noticed.  Some are so small that they could lie unnoticed right at your feet if your mind and body are racing and if you delay taking time to "Stop and Smell the Roses".

Closing Thoughts

Here you have a Short Family Story of my BELOVED Maternal Grandparents.  This story began before they were born and continues after their passing, with their descendants and the many lives and hearts that they "touched". 

The testimony of FAITH, FAMILY, & FRIENDS that was the life of my WONDERFUL GRANDPARENTS is their legacy!! 

Grandpa and Gram, I LOVE and MISS you both every day of my life!
However, this is not the beginning for there are other family members that traveled this path before, and this is not the end for new generations are yet to come. 

This is just a short story for those family members that are interested in OUR FAMILY STORY and HISTORY.

I feel very honored to be a part of this FAMILY TREE. 
I love being a part of the history of this land. 
I love that my family were here before me ... and will be here after me.


"At night I went out into the dark and saw a glimmering star and heard a frog, and NATURE seemed to say, Well, do not these suffice?"  [Ralph Waldo Emerson]

 "Stop and smell the roses" [Lyrics by Ringo Starr 1981]
"Stop and take the time to smell the roses,
Stop and take the time to fill your noses,
Stop as you stroll through life, ("pitter patter, pitter patter")
Stop and take the time to talk it over with your wife."
"Well, I was walking down the street the other day,
You know, and I said to myself, what's all this hurry,
What's all this hustle and bustle.
Why don't I just stop, look at the pretty roses,
Smell them for one moment, take the time to see,
Take the time to smell, have a good time in life.
Don't let ev''rything pass you by, you're only here once
And I've been here longer than most of you."

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