Posts Tagged ‘Memories’

PostHeaderIcon A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME …

By Vernalee
imageBurt Bacharach and Hal Davis in 1964 penned, “A House is not a Home” that became a signature song for Dionne Warwick.
Symbolically, the words came to life recently as I toured a home that I shared with my family, but vacated over 25 years ago.
As I walked through the completely gutted colonial, the rooms seemed much smaller than I remembered, but the memories were “bigger than life!”
Instead of seeing walls, I saw memories. My mind instantaneously did a flashback to the scenes of my then life. In the living room, my eyes were drawn to the fireplace.
My memory captured a tiny squirrel that ran down the chimney while my husband was away on his job. My young son transformed into a superhero to annilate the creature while protecting his frightened little sister and terrified Mother! What a man child!
That was the same chimney that my little daughter (who sucked her bottle way too long) stuck her baby bottle into without remembrance as she cried all night while we searched all night for it! For inquiring minds, that incident occurred before the convenience of 24 hour stores! Walking upstairs, my eyes visualized my son’s toy chest filled with Star Wars toys … and characters that I knew by name! He must see the new Star Wars movie!
My mind captured the moment that the baby bed collapsed. My now model trimmed daughter fell through, because she incessantly drank Similac baby formula spiked with Gerber’s Apple cereal (her favorite) as if the “milk was going out of style!” Calorie conscious she was not! The model airplane’s historic voyage that was more his Daddy’s toy than my son’s imaginatively zoomed over my head as I stepped on one of those tiny Hot Wheels that laced every room! The wire hanger basketball hoop that my son worked up a sweat because he wanted “to be just like Mike” graced the foyer as if it was still there!
My daughter’s favorite doll with the little pink bottle was on the floor. “Pick up your toys,” were my favorite four words then! Ironically, I had a son who was fascinated with matches and a daughter who oppositely loved water. Thus, the spankings occurred more than once to prevent a capsizing due to flames and floods. Spare the rod and you’ll spoil the child!
Let me not forget, the yard showcased a new garage! Attempting to put my black Grand Prix in our old garage, my son who was not old enough to drive drove through the back wall! That same garage stored his three wheeler that he took his joyfully grinning kid sister for an unauthorized ride to my friend’s house who lived several miles away! Frightened they were not; Livid was I!
My mind ran wild with many, many memories as I realized that the old house was just a brick and mortar structure, but the walls contained life and memories; memories that will live in my heart and mind forever and a day!
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PostHeaderIcon THE GATES OF HEAVEN SWUNG OPEN

By Vernalee
My post today is dedicated to my children.
Two years ago on this date, their Father went home to be with the Lord.
We speak of him in the present tense because he left so many memories.
So on this historic day commemorating Palm Sunday, I pray for my big little ones and others who have lost loved ones so dear.
Gone is David Lee from this earth, but his memory lives forever in the hearts of the lives that he touched!
The Bible teaches us much about death. Nothing lives forever, but the Bible speaks of this phenomenal called The Resurrection which gives us hope; hope of life again; hope to see our loved ones again; hope that eases the mourning of your heart.
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In John Chapter 14, Jesus said:
1 “Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
2 In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
4 And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.”
When we lose a loved one, there is an emptiness, a void.
It hurts!
Because of Jesus’ love and preparing a way for mankind, we can see our loved ones again. What a joy and privilege that will be!
So, today I offer these words of encouragement to my wonderful, loving, respectful, caring, dutiful … children, Scooter and Phoebe Lee.
I know that there are days that without your Daddy’s arms that you feel unprotected.
You are not!
He is with you in spirit!
Remember his words!
Hear his voice!
Let the memory – of your beloved Daddy, David Lee who departed this earth to be with the Lord on Thursday, April 9, 2015 – stay in your hearts!
Your Daddy guided your hands and taught you so many things.
Strength was one of them.
I pray for your strength in his absence from this earth because he will forever live in your hearts.
I am proud to be your Mother and thank you for lovingly taking care of your Daddy!
May God bless you!
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PostHeaderIcon A House is not a Home …

By Vernalee
imageBurt Bacharach and Hal Davis in 1964 penned, “A House is not a Home” that became a signature song for Dionne Warwick. Symbolically, the words came to life last week as I toured a home that I shared with my family, but vacated over 25 years ago. As I walked through the completely gutted colonial, the rooms seemed much smaller than I remembered, but the memories were “bigger than life!” Instead of seeing walls, my mind instantaneously did a flashback to the scenes of my then life. In the living room, my eyes were drawn to the fireplace. My memory captured a tiny squirrel that ran down the chimney while my husband was away on his job. My young son transformed into a superhero to annilate the creature while protecting his frightened little sister and terrified Mother! What a man child! That was the same chimney that my little daughter (who sucked her bottle way too long) stuck her baby bottle into without remembrance as she cried all night while we searched all night for it! For inquiring minds, that incident occurred before the convenience of 24 hour stores! Walking upstairs, my eyes visualized my son’s toy chest filled with Star Wars toys … and characters that I knew by name! He must see the new Star Wars movie this December! My mind captured the moment that the baby bed collapsed. My now model trimmed daughter fell through, because she incessantly drank Similac baby formula spiked with Gerber’s Apple cereal (her favorite) as if the “milk was going out of style!” Calorie conscious she was not! The model airplane’s historic voyage that was more his Daddy’s toy than my son’s imaginatively zoomed over my head as I stepped on one of those tiny Hot Wheels that laced every room! The wire hanger basketball hoop that my son worked up a sweat because he wanted “to be just like Mike” graced the foyer as if it was still there! My daughter’s favorite doll with the little pink bottle was on the floor. “Pick up your toys,” were my favorite four words then! Ironically, I had a son who was fascinated with matches and a daughter who oppositely loved water. Thus, the spankings occurred more than once to prevent a capsizing due to flames and floods. Spare the rod and you’ll spoil the child! Let me not forget, the yard showcased a new garage! Attempting to put my black Grand Prix in our old garage, my son who was not old enough to drive drove through the back wall! That same garage stored his three wheeler that he took his joyfully grinning kid sister for an unauthorized ride to my friend’s house who lived several miles away! Frightened they were not; Livid was I! My mind ran wild with many, many memories as I realized that the old house was just a brick and mortar structure, but the walls contained life and memories; memories that will live in my heart and mind forever and a day!
Photo credit: www.cmhpf.org

PostHeaderIcon “This is the house that Jack built!”

By Vernalee
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Yesterday, I came across one of my son’s old childhood books. The book full with nursery rhymes was a favorite and my children loved to hear me read “This is the house that Jack built.” It wasn’t until years later that I realized that I was a talented rapper. Long before Nicki Minaj and Iggy Azalea got into the act, my harmonic sounds reading kid stories would probably make those starlets ask me for lessons. Seriously! I could read “This is the house that Jack built” with a rhythmic pattern that would make you want to jump up and shout. No kidding! I had an a-cappella beat with such a big blast sound that one would think that violins were in my background band. I could round out each poetic word as my children continually and jubilantly asked, “Read it again Mommy!” And I did to their delight! I am not bragging, but just reminiscing and experiencing some of those good old Motherly memories that never grow old. Good for the soul, they are!
P.S. Don’t get the nursery rhyme “The House that Jack built” confused with the recording by Aretha Franklin. Aretha was asking Jack to come on back; home, that is! Now…That is a topic for another blog! Hehe!
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