In the Beginning We Were Just a Boy and Girl

WRITING  WEDNESDAY

It’s Writing Wednesday, and today’s prompt is to write about meeting your husband, significant other.

I spent yesterday at the hospital while my son had a procedure. The day conjured up memories of when his dad was ill and in the hospital. Not memories I want to dwell on. So why not go all the way back to when it began? When we met.

IN THE BEGINNING

We were both students at Murray State College. He was in his second year and I just started. My family had moved back to Oklahoma a few weeks earlier. For that and a variety of other reasons I stayed at the college most weekend. He went home unless he was working.

The first time I saw him was a Friday afternoon. I Peered over the partition separating the line of waiting students from those seated and eating, I looked for friends to join.

“No one here.” I glanced to see the owner of the deep timber voice and smiled at what I saw.

“Nope.” Just us two, I agreed.

We proceeded to get our food and join our respective friends, who were actually in the cafeteria.

A few days later I saw him again. Once more in the cafeteria. This time he was in the kitchen putting things away. When he saw me he grinned and began acting goofy. I laughed at his antics.

“Anybody know that cute guy working in the kitchen?” I asked when I joined my friends.

“Yeah, that’s David.” Someone said.

“Do you know him? Can you introduce us? What’s his last name?” I rattled off my questions.

“Yeah, I know him. Sure, I can introduce you. I’m not sure about his last name, it’s Bosure or something. French I think.”

THE MEETING

A few days later she did introduce us, in a way. Several of us girls were playing with a Frisbee in the parking lot. In case  you don’t know, a Frisbee is a round plastic disk that is thrown and caught, or in our case, dropped. She threw it into the open door to the boys dormitory.

All four of us went to retrieve it. Several guys were sitting in the lobby area watching television. She invited the guys to come play with us, they declined. However, she did convince them to show us their dorm rooms, as though they’d be any different from ours.

Her ploy worked and a group of us, boys and girls traipsed down the hall to check out a couple of the cleaner rooms. When we headed back to the lobby area she managed to shepherd everyone ahead of David and I so we were left alone at the back of the pack.

We stayed together that day, and for 35 years.

At our daughter’s wedding reception, 34 years after meeting.

By the way, I later learned his last name was Beshear, and we aren’t sure if it’s French or German.

How did you meet your significant other?

Did you like him the first time you saw him?

Do you have a favorite memory from the meeting?

 

 

 

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See Oklahoma, One Step at a Time – Travel Tuesday Photos

Virtual Travel

As I mentioned in a previous blog, walking has become my exercise of choice. Most days I walk 2.5 miles, on a track. It’s boring. Oh sure, I get to watch the sun rise, beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And yes, I do have a walking partner most days. Still, to add some spice to the walk, why not “visit” some areas here. The plan is (there I go, trying to plan again) to post pictures and information about the town, community, or interesting landmark as, or after, I would reach them if I was truly walking toward a destination.

First up is Stuart. A small town now, community really, but at one time Stuart was the place to be, twoa bustling metropolis. First up is the hotel. Built in 1902 adjacent to the train depot.

Today the hotel serves at the town hall and is rented out for special gatherings, family reunions, weddings, anniversaries, etc.

 

Next to the hotel is a small park. Perfect for sitting and visiting with friends while children run and play.

 

 

Like many small towns and communities a memorial thanks the service men and women involved in conflicts from WWI to  the most recent.

 In addition, the Stuart memorial honors the Gold star mothers, mothers who had children who gave their all in service of the United States Armed Forces.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While Stuart had and has many good upstanding citizens, people who promote the town and help in any way possible, people who signed on the line to offer their lives for their country, we have had a few less desirable people visit. To house those persons, a jail was built. Constructed in 1918, it’s clear it hasn’t been used in several years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stuart even has it’s own tag office.

Today, just as when the town was founded children are considered treasures and everyone watches out for them and does their best to keep the little ones safe.

Hope you enjoyed this little tour of Stuart one of many small communities dotting Oklahoma. They are especially prominent in the southeastern part of the state. Lucky for the residents they don’t have to walk everywhere or depend on horse and wagon or buggy since the large towns of Tulsa and Oklahoma City are about a two hour drive away. If we’d actually walked there from my home, at my slow rate, it would’ve taken us seven days.

Do you walk for exercise?

Do you have small communities where you live?

What’s your favorite thing in your town?

 

 

Sunday Afternoon Tea – When Technology Tries to Bite

Original plan – do a Facebook live and post it here afterwards.

Reality – Video looks like television reception from the sixties. No snow, but blurry and every changing picture. If it doesn’t improve it’s coming down.

There’s a lesson there and they remind me of some old sayings:

There’s more than one way to skin a cat. 

I know, yuck. Right? Who wants to skin a cat. Of course, the sentiment is, there’s almost always another way. That was true in this instance. I couldn’t do the Facebook live with my phone, for some reason the internet kept stopping. Even when in the house next to the router. Will have to find the answer to that problem. In the meantime however, I figured out that a Facebook live could be done on my computer. Found another way to skin that cat.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again.

How many times have we heard that saying? That’s what happened today. Tried the phone Facebook Live, which I’ve done in the past, three or four times and it kept freezing up. Tried it on the computer and it seemed to work, although it starts out a little (lot) pixelated. Next Sunday will try again. Try, try, again.

It’s not over until it’s over.

The saying used to be different. But it referred to a robust woman singing a final tune. I tried wording it a little nicer. The meaning is the same, don’t quit until the round is over. Even if I hadn’t been able to do the Facebook Live today, as long as I kept trying I would eventually get it figured out. So, whatever you’re working on, don’t quit too soon.

I’m sure there are other lessons in today’s attempt, but three’s enough for now. I am posting the video below in the event it clears up when you click on it.

Have you tried something new recently?

When did you last do, or try to do, something that didn’t go as planned?

What adage would you add to the three I shared?

Sharing with the Ultimate Blog Challenge.

 

 

A Weekly Recap and Look at Leisure Activities

Today is rest and relaxation day. A day to blog about leisure activities. According to my first post here, where I gave a list of what I would post each day. Ha! That sort of worked.

Before we get to leisure, I thought, why not recap the week that didn’t exactly go as scheduled. At least not on the blog.

Sunday – Should have been the Sunday Tea, where I posted the video I’d done for FB. Did a video, however, it didn’t get posted here. I posted a link to the video, I think. The actual video didn’t get posted. Instead the blog was about starting over, which is exactly what I’m doing. Maybe a video will appear tomorrow.

Monday – Is supposed to be about exercise and moving our bodies. Instead, I posted a picture of a wall and a ladder. Theoretically, the photo could have been encouragement to get out and move more. It wasn’t though.

Tuesday – Is supposed to be about travel. Specifically, right now traveling Oklahoma where I live. Instead that post was about getting past the walls we build up to stop us.

Wednesday – Writing Wednesday, prompts and encouragement to write your story,  your husband’s story, the story of the two of you, or all of them together. That day I got right and wrote about my husband’s passion, in addition to me and the kids.

Thursday – Quote day is scheduled. No quote, instead encouragement to give yourself some compliments.

Friday – Food. Nope. Instead a short post on favorite things.

One out of six isn’t bad. Not good, but at least one day followed the plan. The other posts were all good, they just didn’t follow the plan. Next up, leisure activities.

Weekends, some people look forward to them. They call Wednesday, “hump” day because they are past the middle, the hump and are heading fast to the weekend. For me, sometimes weekends are too busy.

For me, sometimes my weekends loom long. Staying busy during the week is no problem. However, especially in the beginning, by the weekend, most others are involved in other pursuits, and I am left to fill my days.

Currently, I’m spending my weekends going through stuff. An accumulation of things my husband and I gathered over the years. We had planned to sort through everything before we moved to this house, but he died first. When I moved I just boxed everything and said, “I’ll go through it when I unpack.”

Ha! Some boxes and tubes haven’t been unpacked. So, now I am sorting through and discarding items that no longer have any value to me or simply aren’t needed.

My weekends and “leisure” days are cleaning. How about you?

What do you do for fun?

What do you on the weekends?

Is downsizing in your future?

Don’t forget, Ultimate Blog Challenge has a variety of posts topics, check them out or join us.

 

Give Yourself a Compliment

When was the last time you  complimented yourself? You compliment others don’t  you? Tell someone they look nice.  Someone has a good idea and you comment on it, or does something nice and you compliment them for their manners, both are a form of complimenting. But you? When was the last time you complimented you?

When did you last tell yourself you looked nice, hot even, in that favorite outfit? You prepare a meal for one, and enjoy it, did you compliment the chef? You get the bills all paid, on time or even early, did  you compliment yourself on a job well done? So many opportunities during the day to compliment ourselves and we let them slide by.

In fact, instead of complimenting we often put ourselves down. We don’t acknowledge how nice we look, just remind ourselves we’re too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, too, too, too. When in fact, we look great.

Other opportunities often  also ignored. For today, whenever today is, how about making a pact to give yourself a compliment at least three times just because. Also, vow to give yourself a compliment every time you catch yourself being negative to you.

In case you need some help with compliments for you, here are a few that spell W-I-D-O-W

W – WISE

You didn’t get to the age you are without learning a few things. Wisdom you are willing to impart to others as well as knowledge you use each day. Knowledge that helps you complete your day and reach your goal. You are wise, acknowledge and embrace that aspect of you.

I – IMPRESSIVE

Are you aware how you impress others with your skills and talents? Do you garden, sew, paint, write, clean house, do floral arrangements, listen, babysit, take photos, care for dogs, visit shut-ins, volunteer? Whatever you do is impressive. Not only to those who watch and are in awe, but those who are affected by your talents. They enjoy the fruits of your labor. Compliment yourself of your impressiveness instead of finding fault with your endeavor.

D – Daring

 

 

Women in general are daring, not walk on an airplane daring. Although there have been women wing walkers, as well as women pursuing other bold feats. No, simpler actions can be just as daring. Walking into the boss’s office and asking for a raise is not for the weak. Pointing out an error on a bill takes courage. Stepping outside when all you want to do is crawl back in bed is daring. What daring action are  you taking today? Don’t forget to compliment yourself on following through.

 

 

 

 

O – Opinionated/Original

 

Yes we have opinions. From breast feeding in public to gun control, and everything in between, we have an opinion. We share our opinions in many ways, speaking out to family, friends, strangers, writing our views in letters to the editor, to our legislature, or in our journal.  We are also original, a one-of-a-kind work of art. No one sees anything quite like we do. Celebrate your originality and opinions.

W – WHIMSICAL

 

While we are serious wise women, with strong opinions, we are also whimsical. We build fairy gardens, and create wonderland yards for holidays. We color our hair green or purple. We wear our favorite jewelry while doing housework. When you find yourself being whimsical, congratulate and compliment yourself.

 

 

Giving yourself a compliment is good for your mental health. Try it.

 

When was the last time you complimented yourself?

Will you find a reason to compliment yourself today?

What is your favorite compliment, to give or receive?

Sharing the Passion of My Husband – Writing Wednesday

Writing Wednesday

While this blog skips around and looks for its identity for this month at least, while I am participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge, Wednesday will be Writing Wednesday, where you are encouraged to write and share about you, your husband, and your life, both before he left and after. It’s your story write what you want.

For many widows we want our husbands to be remembered. We want others to know about him. We want his awesomeness shared. Best way to do that is to tell how wonderful he was. Oh, I know he wasn’t perfect. At least I assume your man wasn’t perfect, mine certainly wasn’t. I have no desire to share his flaws though. You can share your man’s flaws if you want, there are no rules and by telling his few shortcomings you will paint a more complete picture of the man you loved and who loved you. The choice is yours.

Wednesday’s will be about writing about our man. Sharing him with the grandkids that never got to meet him, sharing stories about him his children don’t know, and sharing adventures his siblings don’t know.

How does it work? However you want. You can write a short piece and post it in the comments. You can write and post it on your blog or Facebook page. You can be more private and write it in a notebook for your family only. It doesn’t matter how, just what. Share some of the goodness that was the man who loved you and you loved.

Each week I’ll post an idea for you to work with if you want, or you can go off on your own tangent. This week is about his passion. Yes, of course he loved you and your life. What else did he enjoy though?

For my husband it was pigs. Yes, he loved those little oinkers that provide us with tasty bacon and ham, not to mention a few other cuts of pork.

Another passion was kids, he loved his job as an Ag (agricultural) teacher and helping students find a way to excel. He especially loved helping them in the show ring. He loved it so much he continued helping students after he retired.

Some of David’s “kids” grew up to have kids of their own who show pigs

Someone asked him one time what he was doing at a stock show when he was retired and could be doing anything.

He replied, “Now I get to concentrate on the fun part, helping the students.”
Our oldest granddaughter is involved with animals. Although she is only 11 and in 4H she has several sheep and goats that she shows. Her daddy wasn’t our “pig” kid and prefers the goats and sheep. In fact, his wife raised sheep when she was in high school.

My husband wouldn’t care what animal the she showed. The fact that she is in 4H, involved in animals, and showing would have made him smile. That’s why this time of year is bittersweet as I go to the fair to watch our granddaughter show and miss her grandpa being there to “coach” her. Watching her carry on the tradition is heartwarming.

 

What did your husband enjoy?

What was his passion, in addition to you?

Are you involved in his passion?