tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209835052024-03-21T14:57:21.068-04:00Library BookieBeverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.comBlogger310125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-77288304918985778872016-04-21T20:35:00.000-04:002016-04-21T20:35:03.051-04:00Celebrating RockwellAs a child I heard stories that my grandfather Rockwell D Stewart and his sister Sylvia attended the Dana School of Music. I contacted the school at Youngstown State to inquire about early records. The music school director graciously sent me a book about the school's history,<br />
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William Henry Dana opened Dana's Musical Institute in Warren in 1869. It remained in Warren until 1941 when the school moved to Youngstown State University. On April 19th we visited both the Archives at the Youngstown State Library and the Warren Public Library. Neither place had my ancestors listed as students in their materials.<br />
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Rockwell was 16 in the 1870 census and Sylvia was 13. They lived with their parents John and Adeline Stewart in Lenox, Ohio. In the 1880 census Sylvia had married Chester Bailey. John Stewart died in 1876. The 1880 census lists Rockwell as single and living with his mother and younger brothers Elroy and Birch in Lenox. I believe the music education of Rockwell and Sylvia ended abruptly when their father died. Rockwell would have had to go home to work the farm in his father's place.<br />
Rockwell never lost his love of music. He played the fiddle for Saturday night dances in Lenox so I was told. Perhaps that is where he met the love of his life, Lillie Walton.<br />
After returning home I reviewed the information I have about my grandfather Stewart. He died on April 19th, 1913. To our great surprise we had celebrated and remembered Rockwell D Stewart on the 103rd anniversary of his death.<br />
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Pictured here are Rockwell D Stewart in Lenox with two of his six children.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-23163197208225732972016-04-02T18:19:00.000-04:002016-04-07T08:21:30.211-04:00First Funny then Scary<br />
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Many years ago most Ohio State students looked forward to each issue of the campus humor magazine called THE SUNDIAL. We saved a few copies all these years.<br />
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A young Robert Stine edited the popular magazine.<br />
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I learned on NPR today that he went on to become Jovial Bob, an author of many joke books. He also wrote the jokes for Bazooka Bubble Gum wrappers. Thanks to a suggestion from his editor, he went into the business of scaring children with Goosebumps and Fear Street books. Stine does not employ a ghost writer. He writes all the books himself. I wish I could say I knew him then. I can only say we were Buckeyes together because I never actually bumped into him.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-41983824151737630712015-10-18T19:30:00.001-04:002016-04-02T02:18:57.627-04:00A Different Expereience at the Shoe Our trip to Columbus began much later than usual because the Buckeyes played Penn State under the lights. We dressed warmly in our darkest clothes for Dark Night in the Shoe. Chilly fall weather descended upon Columbus as the sun went down, but it did not snow or rain.<br />
Before the game we spent a few minutes wandering in the area across from the stadium. The Heisman display featured Eddie George participating in a live interview. We also stopped by the DSW spot. They had a contest that involved throwing shoes through a target several feet away. I scored four times and won all the prizes they offered. (A blanket, a backpack and a water bottle) Everyone who tried the contest received a can holder and a $10 coupon. It pays to work out.<br />
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With a big smile on my face, we headed over to the game. It was eerie to see all the Ohio State fans dressed in black. Night games build excitement and this one was no different.<br />
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The Buckeyes won the game 38-10. We arrived home at 1:35am a bit weary but happy about the outcome.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-68965800459309850772015-09-07T07:34:00.000-04:002015-09-07T07:34:01.274-04:00Labor Day ListThis list contains all the paid jobs of my life - at least the ones I can remember. I liked all the jobs and met many wonderful people along the way. Happy Labor Day.<br />
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1. Babysitting for a family with five children under ten. They paid really well, but I still marvel at the fact they had no books or other reading material in their beautiful home.<br />
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2. Office assistant for a physician. I wore a white jacket, answered the phone and sterilized equipment.<br />
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3. Club house worker at Maple Ridge Golf Course. This was my summer job during high school and college.<br />
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4. Page at The Ohio State University Library. I loved roaming around the upper floors of the John Oxley Thompson Library.<br />
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5. Bow marker for the Columbus Symphony.<br />
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6. Assistant librarian at The Ohio State University School. This was my first job after graduating from OSU.<br />
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7. Assistant librarian and Spanish teacher at Miami Trace High School.<br />
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8. Librarian at Stow High School.<br />
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9. Substitute teacher for Stow, Hudson and Woodridge School Districts.<br />
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10. District librarian with the Rootstown Local School District.<br />
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11. National Honor Society adviser for Rootstown High School.<br />
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12. Club house worker at Fox Den Golf Course.<br />
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13. Blossom Music Center usher.<br />
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14. Middle school librarian at Tallmadge Middle School.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-53315612665069185482014-10-19T16:39:00.000-04:002014-10-19T16:39:22.254-04:00Buckeye SaturdayNo picture can do justice to the rainbow we saw on the way to Columbus for the OSU Rutgers game.<br />
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We met Don and Rosemary at the Delaware Bob Evans for a late breakfast. Don's father and my father were double first cousins and the best of friends growing up in Orwell.<br />
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Gracie is doing a report on famous people from Alabama. We took a picture of the statue Jesse Owens on our way to the stadium. <br />
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Who should be heading for the stadium at the same time that we were? It was Buck I Guy in all his glory. I think he likes to have his picture taken. We have seen him many times on ESPN.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-72121264619218880042014-08-01T14:53:00.002-04:002014-08-01T14:53:48.866-04:00The Tale of the Five Dollar PriusMy cousin Dorothy always gave me good advice. One time she told me there is nothing that cannot be accomplished when one plans ahead of time. When my identity was compromised a few years ago, I quit using plastic to pay for things - well with the exception of airline flights and a few things from Amazon. Since then we saved every five dollar bill that came along. It is amazing how they add up. We also made mythical monthly car payments. When Toyota had an Employee for a Day event recently, we could not resist.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-9321155632998383492014-06-15T10:07:00.001-04:002014-06-15T15:22:54.485-04:00My Favorite Works of Art/List 6Everything on the walls in my house has a special meaning to me. This list includes a select few.<br />
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Katherine Willis Pershey painted the Blue Lady. It won first prize at the Junior Classical League state convention. It is slightly creepy because it is so big, but we love it anyway.<br />
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This picture is a gift from Marie Willis Taylor. It reminds me of all the books I have read and have yet to read<br />
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Cheyenne Frontier Days is one of the oldest and best rodeos in the country. What fun!<br />
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These two are brothers, but led very different lives. William Morris Stewart (left) left home at age 14. He became the first U.S. Senator from the state of Nevada. John Stewart (right) was my great-grandfather. He became a successful farmer in Ohio.<br />
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I love pictures with people reading in them. This is a special favorite of mine.<br />
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Several years ago we attended the wedding of Jeff and Jennifer. An artist at the reception drew our picture. What a unique way to remember a celebration.<br />
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For as long as I can remember I find myself in a variety of Ashtabula County cemeteries around Memorial Day. In the old days I went with my mother and my Aunt Alice. We planted geraniums to remember. As the years rolled by, the three Willis girls went with me. They referred to the geraniums as death flowers. My job was an easy one this year since my brother lives in Ashtabula Country. Beautiful geraniums already adorned the cemeteries when I arrived. I took pictures and tried to remember the stories from yesteryear.<br />
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The Stewart stone remains in great condition. I never remember it not being there. My father died at age 48. I wish he would not have missed out on so much of my life.<br />
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My grandfather Stewart was born in 1853. He was almost old enough to fight in the Civil War. He died before my mother went to school, so she did not get to know her father very well either.<br />
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When Henry Walton died in 1942, his sister Lillian warned my mother not to go to the funeral. Something bad would happen if she did. My very pregnant mother knew that her Mama had ESP, and stayed home that day.<br />
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Close to the entrance of the cemetery lies the stone of Walton B. Hunt. Evidently no one warned his mother to stay home that day. I can't explain it, but I do believe my grandma's ESP saved my life back in 1942.<br />
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The 1800's gravestone of my great-great grandfather peaks out from under a tree in the Lenox Cemetery. His stories remain with him.<br />
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The Rays Corners Cemetery is a short drive from the Lenox Cemetery. My Stewart great-grandparents ended up here. No one knows why they picked a different cemetery from everyone else. Aunt Alice always said they had the best spot - under a tree at the top of a hill.<br />
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It is hard to read the names on this one, but it includes John Stewart, Adeline Ritter Stewart and their son Birch Stewart.<br />
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My children will probably remember the day I rang this bell. I guess I wanted to see if it worked. Fortunately, the volunteer fire department did not show up, because it really made a big noise. I will never do that again.<br />
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I visited the Edgewood Cemetery in Ashtabula last of all. Thomas and Ida Johnson Watson were the only grandparents I knew. Every Sunday after church we went to their house for dinner for all the years we lived in Jefferson.<br /><br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-13196673593160690872014-03-24T20:52:00.001-04:002014-03-24T20:52:50.293-04:00Items Found in the Basement/List #5I decided to clean the basement. There are many interesting things down there. I was easily distracted looking through the multitude of containers.<br />
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Timothy Mouse was the friend of Dumbo. My cousin Myron gave him to me when I was a little girl. Myron had wonderful toys.<br />
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Another toy from my childhood. I loved this little Scottish doll with her curly red hair and plaid dress.<br />
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A bag in the basement contained three instant cameras - two Polaroids and one Kodak.<br />
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Another camera with a 1916 date - a very early Brownie box camera.<br />
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I have no idea where this two foot tall life size baby doll came from.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-18670550907766378512014-03-01T07:15:00.000-05:002014-03-24T19:50:20.767-04:00Musicals/List #4Last night we saw Legally blonde at Kent State. We enjoyed it immensely, but it was very different from most musicals I have seen. It had good music, talented cast and an effective set. What it did not have was memorable tunes. It started me thinking how many musicals I have seen on stage in my lifetime. Here is the list in no particular order. I might have seen more, but this is what I could come up with this morning.<br />
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Into the Woods<br />
Miss Saigon<br />
Cabaret<br />
Once Upon a Mattress<br />
Paint Your Wagon<br />
42nd Street<br />
Anything Goes<br />
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat<br />
Oklahoma<br />
Music Man<br />
South Pacific<br />
Annie<br />
Little Shop of Horrors<br />
Wizard of Oz<br />
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum<br />
Bye Bye Birdie<br />
Damn Yankees<br />
Smokey Joe's Cafe<br />
Brigadoon<br />
Chorus Line<br />
Fiddler on the Roof<br />
Cats<br />
Oliver<br />
West Side Story <br />
Man of La Mancha<br />
Camelot<br />
Les Miserables<br />
Grease<br />
Sound of Music<br />
How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying<br />
Singin' in the Rain<br />
Pump Boys and Dinettes<br />
Fantasticks<br />
The King and I<br />
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee<br />
Legally Blonde <br />
Annie Get You Gun<br />
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Crazy for You<br />
Carousel <br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-53208973359871869372014-01-22T09:10:00.000-05:002014-01-22T09:10:28.147-05:00Random Quotes/List 3This is a list of quotes that have lasting meaning for me. <br />
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"Off I go to tell her."<br />
<i>Willis children used this as a threat they were going to tell my mother something I did. I used it myself when an unnamed child whacked her giant candy cane on her grandmother's white dresser.</i><br />
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"Watch what you say. You never know who's listening."<br />
<i>Good advice from my mother. </i><br />
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"Open the hairdryer first."<br />
<i>Spoken by a young child at a birthday party </i><br />
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"Judas Priest"<br />
I<i>f my father said this, I knew he was mad. This was his take on swearing, but I don't think it qualifies as a swear word.</i><br />
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"Somethings you have to do for yourself."<br />
<i>I said this when a math problem was beyond me.</i><br />
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"This would not have happened if you had worn your paint shirt."<br />
<i>Spoken by unpopular art teacher after a splotch of paint dropped on the shoe of a Willis girl.</i><br />
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"I'll see your nose above your chin."<br />
<i>A quote from Grandma Rinehart.</i><br />
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"Don't eat ruffled potato chips. You might cut your mouth."<br />
<i>My mother was very careful with children.</i><br />
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"Divide the banana five ways."<br />
<i>Families have to learn to share resources.</i><br />
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"I have a paper that says I can teach you this."<br />
<i>I said this during the years I had elementary certification and was trying to help children with homework. I don' think homeschooling would have worked for us.</i><br />
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'If you get towed by Joes......"<br />
<i>Joes is still in existence so I don't think I should finish this one.</i><br />
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"Start with what you believe and go from there."<br />
<i>From a sermon many years ago that I have found quite useful during my life.</i>Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-56483780956645425602014-01-08T20:54:00.000-05:002014-01-09T13:02:34.414-05:00Old Boyfriends/List #2My list for this week includes old friends who were boys and old boyfriends. I have always been fond of boys. That is probably why I look so happy in this picture from first grade. The front row included Ronnie N., Donnie S. and Donald M. I don't remember the name of the boy in back. He was obviously older, and actually looks like a character from <i>The Christmas Story</i>.<br />
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My best friend and playmate was Donald M. He lived across the street from us. Once in a while he would play a trick on me. Soon after, he would knock on our door in order to give me a Hershey Bar. I always forgave him, because he was fun to play with and I loved chocolate.<br />
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In first grade I liked a boy in my Reading Circle. We were lucky enough to be in the Blue Birds. It was okay to be in the Red Birds, but no one wanted to be in the Black Birds. Stanley P. had gorgeous blond hair and knew lots more words than I did.<br />
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The private boys' school in Austinburg had dances. Their young men had to learn manners and all that. They imported girls from Jefferson. I attended at least three dances beginning in fourth grade. My Mama always made sure I knew how to dance, so I had lots of fun at these events. I went once with Terry B. and twice with Wade H.<br />
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I was allowed to go to school dances. In the 6th and 7th grades I went to the dances with Ronnie N. I specifically remember one dance in the seventh grade. We double dated with Jimmy W. and Patti S. After the dance we headed uptown for toasted cheese sandwiches at David's, the town beer joint. There must not have been any laws preventing this activity, because my parents knew about this part. What happened next got me in trouble. After we ate, we decided to walk to Patti's house. I don't know how far away it was, but she rode a bus to school and lived in the country. Her parents gave us a Coke, and then Jimmy, Ronnie and I walked home. Jimmy lived on my street. It was midnight when I arrived home. It had not occurred to me my parents might wonder where I was, since the dance was over at 10:00. I did not get grounded. My parents told me I had better let them know my plans ahead of time from then on.<br />
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We moved when I was in the eighth grade. I liked a boy named Bill D. He gave me a Valentine. I recognized his writing, and was very excited. The front of the card said "I Need You!" I was even more excited. The inside of the card said "Like a hole in the head."<br />
Humpf. I am still recovering from that.<br />
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In high school Ronnie W. was my boyfriend. He was a delightful person. Ronnie and I were in the band, which made it easy for us to spend time together. His family moved to California his junior year. Ronnie stayed with another band friend, Errol S., for an entire school year. He finally joined his family in California for his senior year. We lost track of each other until a couple years ago, when Errol found him on Facebook. The prom was our last date before he moved.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-41750818312031200792014-01-02T20:53:00.000-05:002014-01-02T20:55:28.588-05:00Christmas Picture/List Number 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvv7LKwNXKtXpMO_Md8vqFGV04277daBMgkcMqySG7K9uJr27EGEvvkD7Py69huzQCNJpjL9jPBWrqajNvqr1xEoWKUb96ouAuXv1mPGe_Gk6Vj-GfOMCK8TbLfwqdBdKxhFCX/s1600/MarieMadonna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvv7LKwNXKtXpMO_Md8vqFGV04277daBMgkcMqySG7K9uJr27EGEvvkD7Py69huzQCNJpjL9jPBWrqajNvqr1xEoWKUb96ouAuXv1mPGe_Gk6Vj-GfOMCK8TbLfwqdBdKxhFCX/s320/MarieMadonna.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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1. Richard's Indian flute rests on the left edge of the top of the piano. It is a souvenir from Frontier Days.<br />
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2. Humpty Dumpty also appears on the top of the piano. He is our favorite Mother Goose character.<br />
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3. The bugle is a vintage official Boy Scout instrument. I could not resist it at an estate sale, and plan to give it as a gift when someone I know becomes an Eagle Scout.<br />
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4. The frame has a picture of Richard's father and mother performing a golf stunt.<br />
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5. The Methodist Hymnal is located on the right side of the top of the piano.<br />
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6. Our last three copies of <i>Any Day a Beautiful Change</i> are under the hymnal. <br />
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7. A Christmas gift from the Persheys is on the piano. We love having a book of new pictures of their family.<br />
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8. The right side of the piano features a piano book from my childhood.<br />
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9. Marie is holding a Madonna CD that has been a repeat Christmas present for years and has yet to be opened.<br />
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10. Marie is wearing handmade bracelets from the popular Rainbow Loom.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-21274953368140403742013-11-03T10:13:00.000-05:002013-11-03T10:16:17.483-05:00Gracie got it rightGracie wrote on a schoolwork page that her grandma wore a bonnet. Here is the proof that I did. I am with my brother and sitting in a Taylor Tot, the popular stroller a long time ago.<br />
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But to go even further, here is a picture of Gracie's mama wearing a bonnet. She is sitting with her Grandma Watson.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-72874851286391816782013-10-22T20:17:00.002-04:002013-10-22T20:21:46.345-04:00Ten on Tuesday1. Jack goes to weekly story hour with me. I enjoy observing the children and the parents, too. The two year old session involves the caregivers, too. That means there are lots of people in the room. When the librarian pulled out a huge cow puppet last week, Jack said, "I do not like that cow." The parents twittered. The two year old children looked at each other. Was there something about this cow they should not like? The librarian put the cow away and did not use it anymore.<br />
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2. Jack expresses himself very well. He was having lunch with us the other day and told me to put the Lone Ranger away. I told him my eight foot Lone Ranger had to stay because he is my friend. At least I did not have Tonto (Johnny Depp) showing. He really is scary.<br />
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3. Richard played <i>Jesus Loves Me</i> on soprano saxophone at church on Sunday. It was beautiful and slightly jazzy.<br />
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4. Today I had lunch with six high school band friends and our director. We had a grand time and talked about the old days in the Perry High School Band.<br />
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5. After lunch Mr. Iams played his flute for us. He practices about three hours daily.<br />
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6. I am currently reading a book that takes place in Louisiana. It is so good I can hardly lay it down. I would mention the title, but someone may be getting it for Christmas and I don't want to spoil the surprise.<br />
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7. We had a fun time when the grandchildren came for a visit.<br />
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8. Watching the flag go up at an OSU football fame is always a thrill. <br />
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9. Trainer Dave has a new regimen for us. Each time we run around the track we have to go down and back up the stairs (both ends of the track have stairs) preferably two at a time. What will he think of next?<br />
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10. Enjoy the autumn leaves. The trees are beautiful in Ohio this week.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-73220881486810084552013-10-15T14:18:00.000-04:002013-10-15T14:18:08.517-04:00An October TaleLast week I finished a fascinating book titled <i>Consider the Birds</i> by Debbie Blue. The author describes several birds found in the Bible. It is much more than a treatise on birds as it delves into how people feel about various kinds of birds today as well as in biblical times. I spent last Wednesday afternoon reading the end of it in our sunny backroom, falling asleep in the middle of the last chapter. The last words I read were that large birds like ravens seldom fly into windows. A noise jarred me awake. A beautiful woodpecker had collided with a window on our deck. The timing of this incident gave me goosebumps.I had more goosebumps that night when I watched an episode of the <i>Big Bang Theory</i> about Sheldon trying to get rid of a bird on his windowsill.<br />
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Later that afternoon I thought about birds in my life. We lived a couple years in Williamsfield, a rural community in northeastern Ohio. One of my first memories is being surrounded by chickens when I was two years old. One of those chickens pecked my hand. That probably gave me a few nightmares. Several years later my brother and I had chickenpox at the same time. If we did not scratch them, our mother promised us a canary. Bribery worked, because we had a little yellow canary for several years.<br />
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I spent many hours at the Jefferson Fair since my father was the Superintendent of the Fair. My acumen at the nickel pitch advanced as the years went by. First I won lots of dishes. But one year instead of dishes the prizes were pastel colored baby chickens. The animal cruelty people must have been looking the other way because now it seems like a terrible thing to do. I loved my baby chickens and treated them very well. When they got too big, they moved to my friend Brenda's house in the country.<br />
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When we first moved to Stow a chicken adopted us. We called her Claude. She lived in a doghouse in the front yard. We thought about taking her with us when we moved. Having Claude in the garage for an hour quickly changed out minds. We gave her to a neighbor which is probably where she came from in the first place.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-51393236536566532522013-10-02T16:26:00.000-04:002013-10-02T16:26:40.175-04:00Ten on Tuesday1. We went to Washington C.H. last weekend for Richard's high school reunion. Katherine flew in from Chicago to run a half marathon with Marie. We only saw Katherine for a few minutes at the airport.<br />
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2. 13.1 miles is a long way to run, but they did it.<br />
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3. This was the view from our hotel room. It was fun to watch the harvest in progress.<br />
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4. Our group went to the Washington C.H. football game on Friday night. My friend Peggy and I used to spend time together many years ago. It is always good to catch up with an old friend.<br />
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5. I have great fun at Richard's reunions. His friends have become my friends over the years. We did miss Phil this time. He was in Colorado celebrating a 50th anniversary of his time in the Peace Corps.<br />
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6. I was on my own Saturday morning, so of course I went to the public library in Washington C. H. for a couple hours. I then walked around town. We attended Grace Methodist when we lived there. It was a beautiful church then and now. <br />
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7. Here I am with my cousin Cheryl at the recent Johnson family reunion. We are double second cousins. I did not even know she existed until my other double cousin Don found me on Ancestry.com about three years ago.<br />
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8 I am currently reading <i>Consider the Birds; A Provocative Guide to Birds of the Bible</i> by Debbie Blue. <br />
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9. The Blind Boys of Alabama have a new CD out. They are up in years but can still sing up a storm.<br />
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10. The next couple days will be filled with Cleveland sports. Go Tribe and Go Browns.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-85424922804304585562013-09-01T21:09:00.000-04:002013-09-01T21:09:32.764-04:00Buckeye Football Past and PresentThe Ohio State University Football Team opened another season on August 31st. They won and continue to have the longest unbeaten record in college football for now. I've attended many games over the years. On the way to Columbus I walked back through my mind trying to remember the first time I saw the Buckeyes. The sun shone brightly on that Homecoming Saturday afternoon in 1953 - give or take a year. I don't recall who the Buckeyes played or even who won. What remains as a vivid memory was the famous Heisman Trophy winner "Hopalong" Cassady. He reminded me of a personal favorite, the fearless cowboy Hopalong Cassidy and his famous horse Topper.<br />
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My father, mother, brother and I sat in the open end of the stadium about halfway up. We cheered the team and the band like loyal Ohio Staters did. After the game we walked to Indianola Avenue where Dad had parked the car. Along the way we looked at the colorful floats fresh from the Homecoming Parade the night before.<br />
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This year's game had its share of unexpected moments. I bumped into one of my favorite students from Tallmadge Middle School. Emily worked for me in the library.<br />
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The football team continued playing well, and of course, the band performed magnificently. We even had a few percussion players directly in front of us.<br />
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After the game we walked through several parking lots to get back to the car. The following won the tailgating prize as far as I was concerned.<br />
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<br />Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-71686213671492639992013-08-22T09:27:00.002-04:002013-08-22T09:27:58.291-04:00Fairy Tales in My FutureThis weekend I leave for the mountains of Pennsylvania in order to attend a workshop on fairy tales. Thanks to the Dillows I have had the opportunity to read a variety of them to prepare myself.<br />
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Donna Jo Napoli and Gail Carson Levine are the teachers for this experience. I had their books in my middle school library. I just reread <i>Beast</i> by Napoli and <i>Ella Enchanted</i> by Levine.<br />
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When I return I will share information learned with Maddie, our oldest grandchild. Her AIM class in Louisiana has a big project going on about fairy tales. It is not due until September. How convenient is that?<br />
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I found out yesterday there will be an optional Yoga class at 6:30AM each day of the workshop. That suits me just fine because I am an early riser and need an activity to do before breakfast. I would go walking in the woods, but we have already been warned about the ticks. I have been afraid of ticks ever since a visit to a cemetery in Lyme, CT a few years ago. I made Katherine and Marie climb up the ladder and sit on top of the van while Dorothy and I checked out tombstones.<br />
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Last night we celebrated Lily's 8th birthday. She will be in the third grade.<br />
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Fast forward a few years and this is what Lily will look like.<br />
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Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-69135640668270182062013-07-21T16:19:00.001-04:002013-07-21T16:19:14.551-04:00Swimming ChallengeMy TRX teacher often gives us tips at the end of class. Among other things he told us to drink spinach and kale smoothies, cut down on dairy products, use the rowing machine, spend time exercising outside and go swimming. Hm. Despite the fact my gym has an amazing pool, I have avoided it. I don't like to get my hair wet. I am not a strong swimmer. My hair looks terrible after I swim.<br />
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I have a long history with the water. As a child we often went swimming at Walnut Beach in Ashtabula. Swimming in Lake Erie involved mostly wading. We moved to Massillon after my seventh grade year. I had a new group of girlfriends who were synchronized swimmers. In order to keep up I took swimming lessons at the Canton Y. Despite taking intermediate swimming three times, I never passed. I could not swim six laps without stopping. During college I went swimming off a boat in Lake Erie. Oops - the boat drifted away and a friend had to rescue me. Fortunately this did not make me scared of the water.<br />
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When the girls were growing up we belonged to Maplewood Swimming Pool for twenty years. This mostly involved me watching to make sure my children were being careful and safe.<br />
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Dave used to call his class Silver TRX. He changed it to Silver TRX Boot Camp. This translates to an extremely strenuous hour of exercise. He told us to swim, so I did. I swam eight laps last Saturday morning. I think I could finally pass that intermediate swimming class. No pictures on this post. My hair still looks awful after I come out of the water.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-64840748292809171442013-07-20T07:11:00.001-04:002013-07-20T07:11:27.512-04:00Katherine at two years oldSince little Genevieve just turned two, I thought it would be fun to look at her Mama at the same age.<br />
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I can't remember the year, but it happened on Tuesday nights. That was saxophone lesson night with Oliver Kaura for my brother and me at Ashtabula Harbor. My Uncle Ralph and Aunt Sylvia lived nearby, so we sometimes stopped in. They owned a tiny round television set long before our family had one. The eight inch picture presented pure magic for me. That is where I first saw the Lone Ranger galloping across the screen with with Tonto. Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels proudly played the parts for years. Despite the fact my mother had no use for guns, she did not seem to mind my obsession with this show. Maybe she even liked it, too, because I don't remember leaving before the end of an episode.<br />
This week we saw the new Lone Ranger movie. Who cares if the critics panned it and it did not make as much at the box office as expected. I thought it was great. It had good acting, excitement with chase scenes, the beauty of the western landscape, scary desperadoes, a bad girl, a good girl and well played Lone Ranger and Tonto. Throw in a couple children and it was definitely a winner for me.Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-73160448124571772742013-06-22T15:23:00.001-04:002013-06-22T15:27:10.667-04:00Summer FunWe see friends from our days at The Ohio State University at least once a year. Last week we met in Wooster and attended The King and I at the Ohio Light Opera. The show was great, and we had lots of fun catching up on each other.<br />
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I also spent time with the Taylor Tots. These three know how to have fun, too.<br />
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Jack is usually safer in his swing when everyone gets wound up.<br />
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Charlie and Lily have creative ways to use the play house and slide.<br />
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Mother's Day reminds me of things my mother did when I was growing up.
She was a Den Mother for Cub Scouts. They met after school at our
house. That was handy because we lived a block from the elementary
school. My brother Ron and his friend Tom belonged to the troop. They
are still friends some sixty-five years later. Tom has a used car
business and Ron is his head salesman.They love to talk about the old
days when they were mischievous little boys. Beverlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768179987254838321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20983505.post-57468940085456554552013-03-30T12:36:00.000-04:002013-03-30T12:36:20.474-04:00Recipe RescueI decided to make peanut butter cookies for Easter. My mother had a great recipe for them. I ate plenty of these cookies during my childhood. When I hunted down the recipe I could hardly read it. It is time to rescue this family recipe as well as many others fading away in my wedding present recipe box. <br />
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