Saturday, June 4, 2011

Whose Shoe Is That Anyway?

Driving down the interstate at 65 miles per hour there's not much to see. But, every so often, laying beside the road is a shoe. I said a shoe..just one. Does any body miss this shoe? How did it find it's way to the side of a busy highway? Is someone in trouble? Do I call and report..what?...a shoe? I can visualize how that call would go (can't you?) so I don't make it. Just watch the shoe whiz past the window. It's still there a week later. One of life's unanswered questions.

A close second to the shoe question is the question about the homeless people living along the river. We happened to look over a railing at something and saw 4 sleeping bags lined up in a row. There was an assortment of "stuff" too. No people at that time. Where are you? How did life come to this for you? What about winter?

 The weather took a turn for the worst. Torrential rain and tornado warnings. In the back of my mind, I thought of the 4 sleeping bags lined up in their neat row...on the ground, under the bridge. Are you okay? Should I "do" something? I can visualize what might happen here too if I made a report.

Whose shoe is that anyway?

Friday, June 3, 2011

I Remember Mama

Back in the 1950's I watched a television show called "I Remember Mama." It was the story of a warm, loving family helping each other with the issues of life. Of course problems were solved in the space of an hour and all was well by the end of the show. I miss that time. Perhaps because I was a child and all things seemed possible, I looked forward to adult life with eagerness.

Now, sixty years later (did I say 60?), life has a different feel. My mother passed away last year and with her passing came the end of an era. I miss her. Sometimes I just want to feel her presence, for her sweet spirit to be in the same room with me. She was a good woman who always placed the needs of her husband & child first. She was a terrific cook (her key lime pie was to die for), a prolific seamstress and kept an immaculate home. I was most fortunate. While our problems didn't get solved in the space of an hour, they did get solved. Mama provided a quiet oasis for a man and a child to lay their burdens down. Thanks Mama. I miss you.