Sunday, January 31, 2010
We would like to gather our lady friends in April for a 'wee chat & bit of lunch' & meet one another. A special lady, Sherry (countrywingsinphoenix.blogspot.com/), will be visiting Maryland. (If you haven't visited her blog, please do so, it is frolicking fantasy fun!)
If you are in the arena of Frederick/Baltimore region (or otherwise) & would like to join us, please contact me at my email ..... firstname.lastname@example.org
More details as the date is closer.
Thank you & hope to hear from you all ~ Marydon
PS ~ Yes, I am having a better day today ... every day is closer to the next 3 weeks as Dr. indicated. Truly, I am grateful for each of your words, thoughts & prayers ... they made this road easier to travel.
Posted by Marydon Ford at 8:27 AM
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Summer brings forth the heavenly sweet scents of flowers
That give autumn the seeds of her beauty
Nestled beneath the rustling leaves delicate protection
From the gentle soft snow that nurtures
Kissed by the warmth of the sun
To bring forth new life of spring.
(She's poking her wee little head thru, with her buddies, all
over our gardens ... )
~ GIVEAWAY ~ Pop over to Rebecca's for her anniversary gift giveaway, a delicately painted rose picture frame
Posted by Marydon Ford at 5:20 PM
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Debbie Middaugh Duncan contacted me about making a purse from some
feedsack fabric I had ... 'why, of course, it will make a lovely purse, Deb'.
So off to New Mexico flew the pretty piece. This is what she created from it. The pattern is a Harmony pattern off the internet & has 20 pieces to cut & sew. Deb said it was a huge challenge & not an easy creation from the pattern. (Deb is my first cousin on my paternal side of my family).
Thank you Deb, for sharing ... great job. You'll look pretty snappy running around with this pretty purse.
Posted by Marydon Ford at 3:47 PM
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Joshua & his 'love' Ashley at our Christmas morn brunch.
Ohhhh!!, 'my' baby!!! all grown up. Sniff ... smile!
Joshua is the only child of our daughter, Cari, & our eldest kid-ling, of 3.
Christmas Eve at Emery's w/family
Tatiana ae 7
James ae 11 & Alyssa ae 3 (the kids cousins that we 'adopted' as our own)
Ansel ae nearly 9
Alyssa threw her arms up in the air & said w/such excitement & glee w/each gift she pulled from her package, 'Wow, Mimi! I like it!' , then would reach in for another gift. Love my girl ...
We always have her party later on because of her
Dec. 29th birth, so I went to 'play' with the kidlings on her day. Oh, how they love our little impromptu tea parties. Then we play cards .....
UPDATE ~ Each day is better ... I can nearly eat food again! WOO-HOO!!! I can now stay awake nearly the whole day ... Your prayers & sweet thoughts & notes have sooooo greatly warmed my heart & helped me mend. Love to you all ... Marydon
Haiti Update ~ Hernst, an in-law, lost a brother-in-law & cousin in the Haiti crisis. Jela, Cat's sister, lost her Port-au-Prince home entirely. Thank God, the family has not been affected moreso.
Posted by Marydon Ford at 6:46 AM
Monday, January 18, 2010
A powerful site rising above the horizon to Heaven, as you drive around the north side of the 'beltway' in Maryland/DC/VA, on the Maryland side near Connecticut/Georgia avenues ... (more history below) on this beautiful Mormon Temple.
***Listening is not the same as being quiet. After the quiet comes the effort to show you understand.***
I am still ticking, but I 'ain't' clicking ... chuckle!
The Drs. told me a 4 to 6 week recovery, I now believe him. Have a beautiful day.
Hugs to all, Marydon
The Drs. told me a 4 to 6 week recovery, I now believe him. Have a beautiful day.
Hugs to all, Marydon
Posted by Marydon Ford at 5:16 AM
Friday, January 15, 2010
Our daughter-in-love's (Cathelene) parents have safely survived in Haiti, their town is a good distance outside of Port-au-Prince. They have received 'via mouth' that some relatives are okay.
I ask you, please pray for all our sisters & brothers during this devastating time ... also, I ask you to send your monies to support the restoration & salvation of Haiti to the www.americanredcross.org. We know this organization is upfront with their monies to help others.
This has been the nastiest recovery I have ever gone thru & I have a very long way to go. Thank you for all the lovely cards, emails & parcels ... they are so appreciated, brightening a dismal day on the couch. Hugs of love, Marydon
Posted by Marydon Ford at 4:50 AM
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Dear precious PINK friends ~
It is 3:28AM, I can't sleep so I thought I would write you a quick note.
Surgery went well but (2) other medical issues arose that have been not welcomed ... this past 9 days have been a challenge. Between Drs. ofc regular visits & emergency hospital visits, well, you know the score! Chuckle! (& yes! I can muffle out a chuckle, still!)
Picture yourself with a BA-ZILLION bottles of liquids & pills all over the kitchen counter ... I prop myself up on the counter with one elbow, trying to remember & be organized which goes with what 'issue' & the 'times', etc.
It is with great love & appreciation for the sweet notes you are writing both on the blog & in my personal email ... I will catch up with you as I move along in healing. Yesterday was my first day on the computer ...
Forever hugs & love to each of you ... I will catch up with you all, I promise.
Posted by Marydon Ford at 12:27 AM
Saturday, January 2, 2010
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information, Please" and there was nothing she did not know.
"Information, Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time. My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear, "Information."
"I hurt my finger," I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me." I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information, Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me wherePhiladelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information, Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child, but I was inconsolable.
I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone. "Information, Please." "Information," said the now familiar voice. "How do you spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country toBoston . I missed my friend very much. "Information, Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."
I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer," I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time." "I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" She asked. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally has been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?
I leave you with the observation that touch is everything. Real, imagined, physical, mental . . . touch is everything. And all it takes to accomplish it is a little extra reach.
Posted by Marydon Ford at 6:31 AM
Friday, January 1, 2010
May 2010 hold warm, loving gifts in your life ... may your blessings be bountiful. With love in my heart for every one of you, I am truly grateful ...
Most importantly, I am greatly blessed with a loving family & friends new & old, that I hold close to my heart.
Reflecting ~ I glimpse back at the bumps & bruises in choices & judgments & incidents, & learn from intuition & reflections for brighter days ahead ...
Happy Joyous New Year ...
Posted by Marydon Ford at 8:00 AM