Conversation – 15

@mcpoopoo,
I miss her more then anyone. I miss our spontaneous post. Loaf can say anything
and have me LOL! I miss hearing about her grand kids. ♥

Mcpoopoo,

I did see your post on the page you posted this morning. I hope all is well for you
today. Bundle up and enjoy the snow. How is the Shoulder?

Cherie,

Just when I think I am having a day I get a nice message like yours. I did not think
anyone would remember the things I am trying to handle.

That is why I stay back here in TAY sometimes people stumble in and that is always
nice.

Cherie I hope the kids are calm about the fires. My family was in a house fire once
and I was a child I don’t think Hades had fire like that! We all made it to safety. I
have blanked out all of that memory and I don’t know why. No worries I was about
6 years old. My heart goes out to all that will re-build and move forward. I also worry
about the beauty of the land. I know you are a busy woman remember the old
adage a woman’s work is never done. LOL! ♥

Have a sweet day and thank you again for your kind words. ♥ They mean a lot to me.

Let’s have a smoothie. ♥ Cherie every family member is holding their own. My mom is much better thank you.
She had to go into a rehab to help with shoulder and they really worked her. Mom is fine and no surgery!
Sis is doing better much better. Dad is alright. I am hanging tough!

To my friend Loaf. I hope you are well. We need you back. You are the dearest. Please jump in and say hi. I want to wish you a wonderful holiday. I love ya Loaf.

Sheba,
This is so warming. Just yummy too. We have some snow going on. It’s cold. Keep warm in Oz. I enjoyed our treat. ♡♡♡

Sheba … You are a Doll …. We were playing your music suggestions in the back round after reading a story. Hard to believe Christmas is almost here! I pray your Mom is still doing well with her shoulder therapy. That … Your Dad is holding his own … Your Sister is recovering …. and Your Young Daughter is closer to a complete recovery from her surgery. You have been through so much and stayed so strong for your family. Cherie is still waiting for snow. You were so Right when you mentioned how concerned you were for the kids of families involved in areas of the fire. Cherie’s friend’s kids were so worried and crying for their Mom to come home. They are safely back in their house. Gotta Run … Night-Nite Sheba♥ … Night All

Peace Out Peeps enjoy your evening and be safe.

Shout out to Taci and Cherie be safe. ♥

The Brownie’s Xmas

by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman

The Brownie’s Xmas is from Freeman’s collection Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses, illustrated by Etheldred B. Barry, (1897). The Brownie’s Xmas is a playful poem about children who give a brownie Christmas after a thousand years!

THE Brownie who lives in the forest,
Oh, the Christmas bells they ring!
Has done for the farmer’s children
Full many a kindly thing:

When their cows were lost in the gloaming,
He has driven them safely home;
He has led their bees to the flowers,
To fill up their golden comb;

At her spinning the little sister
Had napped till the setting sun—
She awoke, and the kindly Brownie
Had gotten it neatly done;

Oh, the Christmas bells they are ringing!
The mother she was away,
And the Brownie played with the baby,
And tended it all the day;

The Brownie who lives in the forest,
Oh, the Christmas bells they ring!
Has done for the farmer’s children
Full many a kindly thing.
‘Tis true that they never spied him,
Though their eyes were so sharp and bright,
But there were the tasks all nicely done,
And never a soul in sight.

But the poor little friendly Brownie,
His life was a weary thing;
For he never had been in holy church
And heard the children sing;

And he never had had a Christmas,
Nor bent in prayer his knee;
He had lived for a thousand years,
And all weary-worn was he.

Or that was the story the children
Had heard at their mother’s side;
And together they talked it over,
One merry Christmas-tide.

The pitiful little sister
With her braids of paly gold,
And the little elder brother,
And the darling five-year-old,

All stood in the western window—
‘Twas toward the close of day—
And they talked about the Brownie
While resting from their play.

“The Brownie, he has no Christmas,”
The dear little sister said;
A-shaking sadly as she spoke
Her glossy, yellow head;

“The Brownie, he has no Christmas;
While so many gifts had we,
Last night they fairly bent to the floor
The boughs of the Christmas-tree.”

Then the little elder brother,
He spake up in his turn,
His sweet blue eyes were beaming,
And his cheeks began to burn:

“Let us make up for the Brownie
A Christmas bundle now,
To leave in the forest pathway
Where the great oak branches bow.

“We’ll mark it, ‘For the Brownie,’
And ‘A Merry Christmas Day! ‘
And he will be sure to find it,
For he must go home that way!”

Then the tender little sister
With her braids of paly gold,
And the little elder brother,
And the darling five-year-old,

Made up a Christmas bundle
All tied with ribbons ,
And marked it, “For the Brownie,”
With “A Merry Christmas Day!”

And then in the winter twilight,
With shouts of loving glee,
They hied to the wood, and left their gift
Under the great oak-tree.

While the farmer’s fair little children
Slept sweet that Christmas night,
Two wanderers through the forest
Came in the clear moonlight.

And neither of them was the Brownie,
But sorry were both as he;
And their hearts, with every footstep,
Were aching heavily.

A slender man with an organ
Strapped on by a leathern band,
And a little girl with a tambourine
A-holding close to his hand.

And the little girl with the tambourine,—
Her gown was thin and old;
And she toiled through the great white forest,
A-shining with the cold.

“And what is there here to do?” she said;
“I’m froze i’ the light o’ the moon!
Shall we play to these sad old forest trees
Some merry and jigging tune?

“And, father, you know it is Christmas-time;
And had we staid i’ the town,
And I gone to one o’ the Christmas-trees,
A gift might have fallen down!

“You cannot certainly know it would not!
I’d ha’ gone right under the tree I
Are you sure that never one Christmas
Is meant for you and me?”

“These dry, dead leaves,” he answered her,
“Which the forest casteth down,
Are more than you’d get from a Christmas-tree
In the merry and thoughtless town.

“Though to-night be the Christ’s own birth-
day night,
And all the world has grace,
There is not a home in all the world
Which has for us a place.”

Slow plodding adown the forest path,
“Now, what is this?” he said;
Then he lifted the children’s bundle,
And “For the Brownie,” read.

The tears came into his weary eyes:
“Now if this be done,” said he,
“Somewhere in the world perhaps there is
A place for you and me!”

Then the bundle he opened softly:
“This is children’s tender thought;
Their own little Christmas presents
They have to the Brownie brought.

“If there lives such tender pity
Toward a thing so dim and low,

There must be kindness left on earth
Of which I did not know.

“Oh, children, there’s never a Brownie
That sorry, uncanny thing;

But nearest and next are the homeless
When the Christmas joy-bells ring.”

Loud laughed the little daughter,
As she gathered the toys in her gown:
“Oh, father, this oak is my Christmas-tree,
And my present has fallen down!”

Then away they went through the forest,
The wanderers, hand in hand;
And the snow, they were both so merry,
It glinted like golden sand.

Down the forest the elder brother,
In the morning clear and cold,
Came leading the little sister,
And the darling five-year-old.

“Oh,” he cries, “he’s taken the bundle!”
As carefully round he peers;
“And the Brownie has gotten a Christmas
After a thousand years!”

Thanks, Sheba. I love hot tea.

I stay busy during the day, and I spend time with my family, when possible. My grandson, who is 10, spends the night with me every Wed. Then, I take him to school on Thurs. morning. On Thurs. afternoon, I pick up my granddaughter, who is 6, from school. She spends the night every Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday have become my favorite days!

I must admit I get lonely and stay sad a lot, but I have to carve out a new normal for myself because I do not want to interfere in my family’s lives. I know that they would welcome me, but they need “their” family time, too.

Thanks for being so kind, Sheba.

Something Good – The Sound Of Music

(Maria)
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked miserable past
I must have had a moment of truth

For here you are
Standing there
Loving me
Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth
Or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

(Captin)
Here you are standing here
Loving me
Whether or not you should

(Maria)
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

(Together)
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could

(Maria)
So some where in my youth or child

(Captin)
Or childhood

(Maria)
I must have done something

(together)
Something good

16 going on 17 Sound of Music

[ROLF]
You wait little girl on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life little girl is an empty page
That men will want to write on

[LIESL]
Do write on

[ROLF]
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it’s time to think
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby, you’re on the brink
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roues and cads
Will offer you food and wine

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken

You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am seventeen going on eighteen
I’ll, take care, of you

[LIESL]
I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I’m naïve
Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet
And willingly I believe

I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those?

Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken

I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are seventeen going on eighteen
I’ll, depend, on you

Climb Every Mountain – The Sound Of Music

Climb ev’ry mountain
Search high and low
Follow ev’ry by-way
Every path you know

Climb ev’ry mountain
Ford ev’ry stream
Follow ev’ry rainbow
‘Til you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Every day of your life
For as long as you live

Climb ev’ry mountain
Ford ev’ry stream
Follow ev’ry rainbow
‘Til you find your dream
‘Til you find your dream

Climb ev’ry mountain
Ford ev’ry stream
Follow ev’ry rainbow
‘Til you find your dream

Climb ev’ry mountain
Ford ev’ry stream
Follow ev’ry rainbow
‘Til you find your dream
Oh
Whoa
Never give up
‘Til you find your dream

Maria – The Sound Of Music

She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I even heard her singing in the abbey

She’s always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She’s always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria’s not an asset to the abbey

I’d like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

When I’m with her I’m confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
She’s as flighty as a feather
She’s a darling! She’s a demon! She’s a lamb!

She’d outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She’s a riddle! She’s a child!
She’s a headache! She’s an angel!
She’s a girl!

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o’-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you’d like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever

“The Sound Of Music” – Julie Andrews

The hills are alive
With the sound of music
With songs they have sung
For a thousand years

The hills fill my heart
With the sound of music
My heart wants to sing ev’ry song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
Over stones on its way
To sing through the night
Like a lark who is learning to prey

I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely
I know I will hear
What I’ve heard before

My heart will be blessed
With the sound of music
And I’ll sing once more

4 Loaf’s Grandson. ♥