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The Day We All Remember

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Fifty years ago and yet, I remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday.  I was sitting in history class when the classroom door opened and the Principal of our school beckoned our teacher out into the hallway.  A few moments later, the two returned with grief stricken faces and announced to the class that our President had been shot. Tears streamed down our teacher’s face as he announced we were to pack up our things…school was cancelled for the rest of the day.

We filed out of the school and headed home.  I was only thirteen but I felt the loss of our nation’s leader along with the rest of my classmates.

Students walked home slowly with solemn faces.  When my sister and I arrived home, our parents met us with the news that our President had died.

For three days, the nation stopped and we watched.  The days were spent in front of the television as the details of the assassination of John F. Kennedy were played out and history unfolded itself in front of our eyes.  Television cameras recorded the grief of a nation; the shooting of Oswald and the final goodbye to our president.

Over the years, I have never met anyone who doesn’t remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard of President Kennedy’s death.  We all remember and we all feel sad every year on the anniversary of the assassination of our President.

But, the picture that stands so clearly in my mind is not one of the vivid recordings of the shooting of the President, or the shocking scene of Lee Harvey Oswald’s death, or the long funeral procession.

The picture I associate with the overwhelming sadness and the grief we all experienced, as one nation, over those three days is the picture of a three year old son saluting his father…saying Goodbye.

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I imagine that as my generation passes on that the memories and stories of where we were and what we were doing will become lost and forgotten.  There will be no one left to describe the pain and the sorrow the nation felt on that awful day we lost our President.

But I remember. Yes, it was fifty years ago…but I remember.

Cranky

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Pure Genius

This is one of the most wonderful, heartwarming videos I’ve come across in a very long time!  Who knew that a ball pit could bring such pleasure to two strangers. Whoever came up with this idea…Pure Genius!  Feel free to Reblog and brighten someone’s day!

Enjoy….

This post is dedicated to Be For Peace member Front Page Scribbles who blogs from way out yonder in the Rocky Mountains!

Love,

Cranky

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Happy Tuesday Thought

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Studying for the final for my first course!  Aieeeee!  But, wanted to share a smile with my friends before I get back to the books!  Have a great Tuesday!

Love,

Cranky

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What’s In Your Box?

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Last week, I received a Panic Call from the Admissions Office of the University. They had requested my transcripts from the high school I graduated from but had yet to receive them.

I imagine that someone from my school was still wandering through the catacombs to find this ancient document and had yet to return from their dark and dusty search.

I was asked if I had ANYTHING that would prove I was a high school graduate. They would be able to accept a copy of my high school diploma until the transcripts arrived.

“Well, I doubt that after forty five years that I still have my diploma on hand, but I guess I could check ‘The Box.'”

“What box?” the admissions director asked.

With a sigh, I said, “You don’t want to know.  I’ll get back to you.”

I have kept up the family tradition, passed down by generations of McMahon’s, of owning a Family Box.  It’s cardboard and dwells in my closet along with unused shoes and the Christmas decorations.

What’s in it?  It’s filled with photos and family memorabilia that never made it to the Family albums, never earned a place of honor on the wall and usually, it’s hard to identify where the contents came from.

Many times over the years, I would stare at the box and swear to go through it and put the photos in albums.  Never happens.  When the contents threaten to overflow, I just go out and get a bigger box.

A search through “The Box” normally involves spending countless hours staring at dead relatives, places I can’t identify or people who have escaped into the dark recesses of my memory; their names just on the tip of my tongue but never remembered.  The box holds the memories but doesn’t always share it’s secrets!

A lot of hours are spent looking at pictures at a younger version of my parents, my siblings and yours truly and of course, my own little darlings.  I’ll shake my head when I come across pictures of ex-husbands and reach out to throw them out, but never manage to do so. They were a part of my life, albeit an unpleasant part, and they had earned their place in “The Box.”

I think the only thing that I ever managed to take out of the box and discard was the flower I so carefully wrapped in cellophane from the wrist corsage I wore to my Senior Prom.  It had turned into a dangerous looking fungus and turned out to be the source of that funky smell I noticed each time I approached “The Box.”

Having to spend a day or two searching through the box was not what struck fear into my heart.  I knew if my box failed to turn up the elusive diploma, it just might be in my deceased sister’s collection which I inherited when she passed.

She didn’t have a box like mine, she was a more prolific family historian.  Her collection is stored in two suitcases and three garbage bags.

Of course, my mother who is still alive and kicking (bless her heart) has a box.  That box resides in the state of Washington, where my mom now lives, and there is no way I’m jumping a plane to look for my diploma.

After the Admissions departments phone call, I did the next best thing than to having to go to “The Box.”  I called the high school and begged the woman who answered to help me out.  She took pity on me when I explained about “The Box” and faxed a copy of my transcripts to the University.

Whew, it was a narrow escape!  Now I can rest easy and get back to my studies.  I did make a note to buy a bigger box…after all, I’ll need room for all of those Christmas pictures I’ll be taking!

If my daughter is reading this, and giggling over my dilemma, she should be forewarned.  When I go, honey, you get “The Box.”  Tee hee!

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Let’s Get This Party Rolling!

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Yes my friends, today is Cranky’s 63rd Birthday.  So, where’s the party?

So, far I haven’t received one birthday wish.  Not a one.  Did everybody forget?  Am I expecting too much to hope that my loved ones and friends would have circled this day on the calendar?

There’s no party hats, no balloons and my phone is dead silent.  You would think that such an important day would at least call for one lousy “Happy Birthday” wish, right?

I realize that 63 is not a milestone birthday filled with Hallmark cards that read, “Fifty Is Nifty” or “Sixty and Still Sexy!” but even a boxed card would be nice.  Do I have to wait another couple of birthdays to get a “Sixty Five And Still Alive” banner hanging amid a room filled with black balloons and a cake sinking under the weight of dozens upon dozens of blazing candles?

I crammed this week took all my tests so if I happened to imbibe a little too much Diet Pepsi at the festivities, I would still be able to take time to recuperate before hitting the books again!  So, where’s the party?

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Oh, wait a minute!  I just looked at the clock and discovered it’s only 5:30 AM.  Okay, it might be a wee bit early for people to start celebrating.

So, I’m going back to bed.  Wake me up when the party starts!

Love,

Cranky

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No Words Needed

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God Bless all of our military heroes, both home and abroad.  God Bless those Veterans who served on foreign lands or defended our homeland. God Bless those who made the ultimate sacrifice and did so willingly.

Let us never forget to thank a Veteran for their service, not just today, but every day!  They are the reason we are the Home of the Brave and the Land of the Free!

Happy Veterans Day!

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Words to Remember

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Found this early this morning and just felt I had to share it.  It just spoke to me and the way I’ve lived my life and continue to live it…away from the crowd.

Have a great Sunday!

Cranky

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An Unexpected Honor

Some exciting news came my way! Check it out!

A Dream Come True

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As some of you may know, my short story “The Plagiarist” has been accepted for publication by Long Story Short.  I might have mentioned it (in great detail) in my post “Strike Up The Band.”  Of course I was thrilled to have my story accepted by such a great magazine.

But, much to my surprise, I received an e-mail from Linda Barnett-Johnson, assistant editor for the Long Story Short and, well, I’ll just show you what it said.

Hello Mary Ellen

We liked your story so much, that we’d like to accept it for our story of the month for November. Please complete the following and send back asap.

Linda

I couldn’t believe it! My eyes popped, my mouth dropped open and I gave such a loud yelp that my SO, Danny came running in from the yard.

The honor, the delight and the thrill of receiving this…

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Feeling Those Monday Vibes

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Being retired, for some time now Mondays seemed to just blend in with the other six days of the week.

“What’s today?” Dan would ask.

“Does it matter?” I would throw back.

“I should mow the lawn.”

“You can mow it tomorrow, it’s not that high yet.”

“What day is tomorrow?”

“Does it matter?” Then I would ask him if he was holding any two’s, since I needed them to win the game of “Fish” we’d be playing.

Yes, the excitement and thrill of facing a new week was gone. Up until a week ago, the only days that I had to keep track of were for doctor’s appointments and trash day.  But, now that I’m in school, the Monday vibes have returned and I’m loving it!

Since last week was my first week of class, and I’m returning to the academic world for the first time in 45 years, I was pretty stressed.  There were times, when I felt that my eyes were bleeding from all the reading and my arthritic hands would never unclasp after taking all those notes, I would shout out “What the Hell have I done?”

But, Friday I took my first test and did quite well (B+) and on Saturday morning I took the last test for the week…again, an unamazing B+.  But, I’m happy with the scores and Dan gave me a pat on the back…and of course, other assignments I completed during the week might bring that average up a bit…so all is well.

The rest of the weekend was spent on “We” time; Danny and I got to work out in the yard, watch football together and basically, just hang out.  I got some rest from the books and he got my total attention for the weekend.

Now that Monday’s here, I’m up and raring to go.  It’s been years since I felt the excitement a Monday can bring…new adventures in learning, new stories to tell and a new start to the week.  Hell, I feel so good, I might do some “twerking.”

…well, maybe not!

For those of you who don’t share my delight…I understand.  I remember waking up to an alarm; getting dressed for work and already starting to count the days until Friday.  But, if you are one of these poor souls..cheer up!

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I hope everyone has a great week!

Love,

Cranky

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