Daily Post – Salad Days

Prompt: Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).

The ‘good old days’; words I didn’t expect to be saying as fast as what it seems to have happened.

I am happy for the life I have right now, being retired and out of the busyness that younger people are engaged in. I’ve been through 6 decades, and each one brings it’s own joys, sadness and challenges. When I saw this topic though it brought back some memories that are etched in my very being. There was the insecurity of a young child, as my mother had to raise my siblings and I, basically by herself. My father was in the picture for all but me and two of my brothers and sisters. However, being in the ‘picture’ was about all he was, because he really had no part in raising or ‘loving’ any of his children. We were recognized by him, but never loved or held by him. He didn’t know how!

Then there were the teenage years and growing gradually into adulthood,  with a set of wonderment about what my life would be like, and then meeting my husband when I was only 15 years old.

Family picture taken over 40 years ago

Family picture taken over 40 years ago

The ‘good old days’ I believe are those years when we were busy making so many memories of our life together, and raising our family. I hear of our grandchildren involved in hockey, and my mind goes back to all that time spent in cold arenas, sipping hot chocolate and cheering on our sons as they tried so hard to win ‘that’ game. I think of our daughter and sharing with her, secrets every young woman should know. I don’t want to go back to those days, but when I see a wedding on television, just starting their lives together, or young men and women living and working through the complexities of life; tears sometimes fall just wanting to feel some of what I did back then.

Then I come back to reality, and I am thankful for the life we have had together for 51 years. We get to eat when we want, what we want; we get to do the housework or laundry whenever the mood moves us to do so. If someone happens by before we do so, we get away with saying something like “well we needed to rest, sorry for the mess”….  and not be considered lazy. We get to eat dessert first before the meal if we want, and no one is there to tell us we shouldn’t do that.

IMG_6416(2)-002And we can stay up ‘as early as we want’….  Life is good!

Philae Has Landed – Really?

CometPhilae has landed, so the news on television and in the papers recount for us. I’m not knowledgeable where they got the name from. I haven’t read an awful lot about it, but I don’t need to in order to voice my thoughts in general.

When I first heard the on the news about it, and that it was a real coup it seems that they were able to do it. To do what? To spend how many millions of dollars in order to learn more about comets. This apparently is highly regarded by scientists, and others who obviously have the resources to spend on studying a comet.

Led by ESA with a consortium of partners including NASA, scientists on the Rosetta comet-chasing mission hope to learn more about the composition of comets and how they interact with the solar wind: high energy particles blasted into space by the sun…. pardon????

As I understand what I have heard, is that this will help us learn the history of the solar system and how it was created, and the ultimate answer to the question “Are we alone?”

Scientists are very educated and important for us, of that there is no disputing. They use their knowledge for the betterment of mankind in researching various medications that are used to save many lives, and in a myriad of other inventions for the betterment of us all.

So why am I left wondering what are the justifications in my mind, and of course this is strictly my personal opinion; for spending millions of dollars in this endeavour, when there are so many needs in the world we occupy, that I feel justify money being spent on, instead of finding out more about a comet. As long as there is war and destruction, diseases without a cure, and hungry people in ‘our world’, I just can’t.

Speaking also as a Christian, I know already how the universe was created. But aside from that do most people whether Christian or not, feel that this is a necessary expenditure?

Maybe I’m in the minority…. maybe people find this an exciting venture and are wholly behind it. You are entitled to your beliefs.

I’m just expressing what I feel…. Diane

Post Script: I guess in my life, especially working for an organization for 13 years trying to help men, women and children throughout the world who struggle each day for survival, if I had a choice on whether to look at the face of a hungry child, and had to choose whether to feed that child, or give money to help further exploration of outer space, the child would win every time. Maybe that’s where I gain my perspective from…..



Remembrance Day 11/11 2014

I realize many of you likely know this poem but I thought I’d post it along with a photo that says so much.

This poem was written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, the day after witnessing the death of his friend on the battlefields of World War 1.

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In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row

That mark our place, and in the sky

The larks still bravely singing fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below


We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived felt dawn,  saw sunset glow

Loved and were loved and now we lie

In Flanders Fields


Take up our quarrel with the foe

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

in Flanders fields




He Did Come Home -

Tuesday November 11th, is Remembrance Day in Canada; the day set aside for remembering all those who serve and served for the country of Canada. We particularly remember those who gave their lives in the various wars that we have been involved in.



My brother Russ served in the Royal Air Force during World War 2, but he did come home.

He was the second oldest child born in a family of ten. I was the last one born so he was married before I came along.  We were a close family though, so I saw him frequently, but as we didn’t grow up together I didn’t know all there was to know about him.

When I was older, my oldest sister used to tell me about times before I was born. She told me how Russ went into the Air Force during the second world war, but that when he came home he was a very different person than before he left. He was stationed in England, and flew 47 combat missions as Flying Officer/ Navigator. He saw far too much loss of life and destruction and in fact when he came home he questioned even his faith, because he just couldn’t make any sense out of it all. I don’t know if back then they called it PTSD or not, but that is likely I believe  what he had.

For much of his life, while he worked and got married and had children, he was a very restless man as I remember him. He loved his family very much of course, and was a good father, but it wasn’t till later on that he actually I believe began to heal, and once again embrace his Christian beliefs.

Russ lived to be 79 and was very active until the last few months of his life with cancer. in 2011.  Just a few weeks before he passed away, was the first time he ever spoke to me about his time in the RAF. He didn’t recount it as glory because that is certainly not how he thought of it. He said how close it came to not winning this war. He used to attend the reunions of the men he flew with in the RAF Squadron 226, but of course many had passed on with each successive year.

So this remembrance day I will remember all those who served or do now serve in any form of the Military, but I will as I do every year, remember my brother Russ, and the fact ‘he did come home’.

When Regrets Become Weapons of Mass Destruction


I thought this was really good, and that it would interest some who read my blog… I don’t often re-blog but wanted to with this post…. Diane

Originally posted on Everyone Has A Story...:

Cait and DjToday, the subject of parenting came up at work. Well, that subject comes up a lot, really. We have all sorts of parenting situations represented in our division, from the brand new parents to the parents of adult children with families of their own, and everything in between.

There is always something going on with someone’s children, from the funny things a child may say to the extreme and frightening things a broken child is experiencing. Parenting is one of the hardest jobs any person will ever take on. No other relationship will change so drastically over a relatively short span of time more than that of a mother and daughter, father and son. Nor will any other relationship cause as much reflection on every word spoken or deed done in it. All normal parents will regret their mistakes in some parenting situation or another. We can’t help ourselves.


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Meet and Greet….

Our meet and greet day is December 3rd …It’s kind of similar to when you start school and you go and meet your new teacher.

After searching online and many reviews of doctors, and phone calls to ask various medical offices whether they are taking new patients, I made a call today and will go and see this new doctor to see whether we are compatible or not as patients and doctor.

The very first visit is to actually see if we can see if ‘she’ will be able to handle accept us and we think she can meet our needs and concerns, that we obviously haven’t had for the past two years with our latest doctor. For instance it will be interesting to see if she actually examines her patients once in awhile.

I can’t believe the process that is entailed and quite frankly while I don’t believe every review on every doctor that is online, when there are 33 very bad comments out of 50 then it’s something we really had to pay attention to. The thing is, that is the doctor that was given as a choice to us, by the healthcare assistance program.

My husband ‘W’, told the lady suggesting this doctor about what we had read, and she said she actually had also, but in the area we were looking she was the only one taking new patients. We understood why after reading the reviews. This was on Friday, and she told us that if we didn’t at least meet the doctor then they couldn’t keep checking for us, and so at the time ‘W’ said that I guess we would meet her. However, on the weekend I kept busy looking because I knew there was no way I would be darkening the doorstep of that doctor.

I never would have thought so many people would leave reviews for doctors online. However, I guess that’s just something that many do these days.

It’s kind of funny because last night before I went to bed, I thought for sure that a certain medical clinic near us was going to be the one that we’d be successful finding a doctor at. I read where they had just taken on a new doctor, and so determined to phone as soon as I got up. Somewhere between going to bed and getting up, things got a  little mixed up. When I woke up I told ‘W’ that this new doctor’s name was Dr. Bols and that he definitely was taking new patients and he did have hospital privileges, and so all I had to do was phone. When I came out to check there was no Dr. Bols at that clinic at all… I guess my mind was working overtime during the night. I really thought I had lost it. The clinic did have a new doctor, but different name, and no hospital privileges and as it turns out they weren’t taking new patients.

So my search went on and I found this clinic further away from us who as it turns out is taking new patients. She hasn’t been a doctor very long, but I thought that if she starts with me, she’ll gain a lot of experience ‘fast’ ! The way I have it figured is, that she’ll have to refer us to specialists etc. and send us for tests, because she won’t know what to do with us! I think it’ll be a real ‘learning curve’ for her… don’t you think? I’ll be furthering her education and medical knowledge…. kind of like a ‘hands on’ professor.

Of course, there is still the ‘meet and greet’ that still has to happen, and if she asks what some of my issues are, she may decide I’m nuts a little too complex for her, and we may be on the search ‘yet again’…..  

Forgiveness – I may be able to ‘some day’…..

Actually, I have been able to forgive the ‘someone’ in my life that caused many tears, but this is written with those in mind, who have not yet been able to reach that point. While we are told to forgive, I know for some it does not come easily because of circumstances we ourselves have not had to endure. Our hearts were not broken, our wills not squashed, our very bodies not violated by abuse to the point that we cannot envision forgiving that person. God does indeed say to forgive, and I think He knows that for that person who has been damaged so much, that the timing is His to know when that may be possible, and it will only be possible by His grace. To simply tell someone to  say the words “I forgive you” when it is just words and no feeling behind the words, I don’t think is helpful and I don’t think could count as forgiving.

There are those I’m sure who disagree with me but those are my thoughts.


For the things that have saddened me so…

Or the times that have caused me many tears….

Remembering times that caused distress….

Going over it in my mind,

I don’t understand why it had to be so but…

Vengeance is not what I seek.

Earning love should not be necessary

No, love should be unconditional.

Every day I am healing more,

So today I am letting you know

Someday, I may be able to say… “I forgive you”.



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