Ba-da-dum, it's Friday! And, before I forget, Happy Mother's Day to everyone on Sunday!
I made a card today for the
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So how cool is that? Click over and make a project with birds! My card features one of my favorite stamps to watercolor:
What a fabulastic artist ~ just look at the expressions on those birds! I send this to people who have been promoted. They say getting to the top of the heap isn't all it's cracked up to be, but boy, you couldn't convince that bottom bird of that!! Nor the top bird, for that matter! It makes me giggle whilst I'm watercoloring.
You guys have honored me so much, I can't tell you! Almost daily I am welcoming new followers and it's such a privilege! Today we celebrate Julie Day of
J.Day Designs and Dotty from
Dotty A Designs!
Please enjoy ~ and, as always, thank you for
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Non-card-commentary follows the card attributes . . .
Paper: Biggie Jr. watercolor; Bazzill dots
Stamp: Stamps Happen, Inc. - Carolyn Shores Wright
"Pecking Order" #80274
Accents by Stamps by Judith
Ink: Marvy markers, water brush
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I mentioned I was going to tell you the story of the sisters. Just to warn you, it is not really funny, as is usually my style, but it is heartwarming. It did occur to me that I have to edit this somewhat and not show you pictures of the whole family, just in case someone is shy about it.
There were seven of us. Five girls and two boys, in that order. Our mother was pregnant for four years straight with the first four. All girls, we were born in 1948, 1949, 1950, and 1951. Dad liked to drink and play cards. He was never home much, so we didn't really miss him when he went to the Big House for writing bad checks. It did, however, give Mom's uterus a much-needed, almost three-year rest. Then she delivered another girl in 1954, a boy (finally!) in 1955, and another boy (oops!) in 1957. (It was January, so it might as well have been 1956.) Things started to unravel after that. I only saw my father a half dozen times in my life, that I can recall. He passed away at age 46 in 1967.
Information is sketchy and comes from an aunt and uncle. For her own reasons, our mother, who has also passed away, refused to tell her story, even into her 80s. I think Para Noia came often to her and it was sadly misplaced. All anyone wants to know is their story, good or bad. No judging. Your parents and your grandparents, that's all part of your story, and information should not knowingly be withheld once everyone is all growed up. I feel.
Once Dad was gone for good around 1959, Mom spun out, acted out, and passed out more and more. She turned her rage on me, again for her own reasons, of which I'm ignorant. It's not an unusual tale of abuse (sadly) and this is not about that, so we'll skip ahead. After a couple of years, authorities placed me in a foster home when I was 12 years old. I was the only one abused and the only one removed. It was the last time I saw my brothers and sisters, except for one sister, for the next 40 years. Although I tried on one occasion, a reconciliation with my mother was not something she was interested in and I never saw nor spoke with her again. I consider the loss to be hers, never having me, my husband, our child, or our grandchildren in her life.
Foster homes are wonderful and save the lives of many children. Mine was not so wonderful. My foster mother was also abusive, mentally more than physically, but I got through it. My life, thereafter, has been one blessing after another (including my husband's family and countless friends) and has more than made up for the gruesome childhood years. I'm so happy to be here.
When I was 19, sister Doris ("Dood") found me. That's a goose-pimply story in itself, but this isn't supposed to be a book. We were in each other's small weddings in 1970 and 1971 and we corresponded by letter once or twice a year after that. Life went on and things happen in life the way things do and one day a couple of my siblings let Dood know they would like to meet me. I was at a place where I wanted to meet them, too.
And so it happened on a beautiful day, June 10, 2001, all seven of us brothers and sisters meet at a city park in a small town in the Midwest. We came from as far away as the Philippines! I had t-shirts made for the momentous event. "D-Day" they said, because all seven of our names start with the letter "D." We were also able to include our mother's sister and her husband, and our mother's brother and his wife, all of whom were estranged from our mother. We had some happy childhood memories of times spent with those aunts and uncles and so it was a joy to include them as well. Also happily present were many of our children.
Within a year, both our aunt and her husband, and our uncle, were dead.
I told you it was an Oprah story.
The three youngest have not been much interested in annual reunions after that first one, but the four oldest girls have faithfully gotten together every year since, for 11 years! We've met in California, Oregon, Iowa, Missouri, New Mexico, and Florida. Needless to say, we laugh often and we laugh a lot. As we've gotten older, Depends comes along. Last year, I had to resort to stuffing a tea towel in my pants because Depends didn't hold up to that kind of laughter!
Here is a picture of the four of us in early days:
Diana, Darnell, Dood, and Donna
And last year:
Dood, Darnell, Diana, and Donna
You see why I would have been disappointed if I'd had to cancel my trip next week!
In another episode, I'll show you the cookbook I wrote of all of the sisters' favorite recipes.
We are off early in the morning to see the twins' Little League game. It's the first one we've been to and I know it will make our eyes well up as we remember going to their father's games ~ that seems like only yesterday! Then we are bringing the boys back home with us for a sleep-over, so I won't be on tomorrow and probably not on Sunday.
I hope you have a great weekend and, again, Happy Mother's Day!