No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1993

Here we are at my 22nd birthday, and half way through my lifetime’s number one hits. On February 15, 1993, the number one Billboard hit was I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston. I, personally, am so happy to be posting more of Whitney Houston’s phenomenal voice. And this song in particular, well, that will take up quite a few pages to comment on this song, so I will just say that I love the song and it has deep meaning for me. I am sure I am not alone.

Jeremiah’s first birthday, July 14, 1993, was the day that SWV made it to number one on the Billboard chart with their song Weak. I am unfamiliar with this artist and have not heard this song before now. However, I bet my son has heard it and knows a little about this and other artists like them. Anyone with a little information or trivia is welcome to share it in the comments. I always enjoy learning more about the popular music out there.

I know you will all enjoy Whitney’s song, and I sincerely hope you enjoy the second song as well. It is time for me to pull out the tissues, so if you will excuse me…

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1992

On my 21st birthday, February, 1992, the number one Billboard hit was I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred. I love this song, and FYI, I am reaching a point in which I believe this to be coming true for me. Look out! LOL This song has not lost its popularity over the years. I have sung this many times in my mind while working or doing some task that I want to be finished with. As I say, music makes everything better.

Aha! But wait! The year 1992 was also when my first son was born. His day of birth is July 14, 1992, so I have decided to add the number one hit on the Billboard chart for his birthday as well. On this day, the number one hit was Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-Lot. Now, we are really getting into the music of the 90’s. For those of you who choked on the 1980s top hits, maybe this is more to your liking.

First I will post mine and the second will be Jeremiah’s. Kick back and enjoy some really good music from the early 90s!

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1991

Here we are, back to my birthdays number one hits on the Billboard charts. For my 20th birthday on February 15, 1991, the number one hit was Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now) by C+C Music Factory featuring Freedom Williams.

Put your dance shoes on and crank up the volume. Here is to starting your day off with a kick on your step!

Enjoy!

Just Me, #12

Hello Family, Friends, and Fans,

It’s just me again, here to fill you in on where I have been and what I have been doing. Did I mention I got a job? Well, I did, and I am working full-time plus. I work Monday through Friday, 5:30 AM to 2:00 PM, with weekends off. Minimum wage here in Pennsylvania is the same as the federal limit, which is $7.25/hr. When I was first hired, I started at $7.50/hr and by the third day I worked, I was given a raise and now make $8.00/hr. Starting on July 5th, I will be back to being able to pay all my bills myself and have money left over for contributing to the household I live in and hopefully have enough to fly my youngest son, Zachary, out for a visit this summer. After that comes my new camera, then a Dremel, and then who knows. It is a great feeling to have some financial freedom.

Other than being an assistant in a computer lab for about 15 hours a week while at Portland Community College (work-study), I have not worked for almost five years. Standing on my feet continuously for nine hours a day, five days in a row, has taken some getting used to. I have come home exhausted and sore and aching in places I forgot I had. Twice in two weeks I have come home from work, lie down on my bed and slept until the next morning when it was time to get up and start another day. At the end of this two weeks, I am down to just an ache in my lower back and I am hoping a week or two more will eliminate that as well. I cannot tell you what a relief it is to be working again!

So, that is why I have not been writing daily and why I may be cutting down to writing once a week, or at least one day a week; there may be several posts but occasionally, there may not be. I hope you will all understand and not forget about me.

Oh! I have also passed the driving test and am an officially licensed driver. Yea me! The next big accomplishment I must seek to complete is applying for State medical insurance, which now that I have a job, I will be able to obtain. I want to go in for a full physical because though I feel fine, there has been some concern, both my own and that of others, that I have been losing weight, possibly a bit too much. It may be nothing to be worried about. I have lost 30 pounds since I arrived in Pennsylvania a year ago, and if you think about it, that is less than a tenth of a pound a day, so really no big deal, right? I have been eating healthier and now that I am working, I am getting much more exercise than I have in quite some time. It just seems a bit weird to me because I have not reached this low weight since I have quit using drugs almost seven years ago. Ho-hum.

I have grown out of, or should I say shrunk out of my bathing suit from last summer, so I have not yet been to the pool. Cherie, just now, brought me a bathing suit that fits me very well. Yippee! Especially considering the weather over the next few days is going to be very hot and I have today and tomorrow off. Mary wants to go to the flea market today, which is also something I have been looking forward to doing, but Cherie has just told me she is not going. Maybe Mary and I will still go and maybe not. As soon as I post this, I will call and ask her. If we aren’t going, I will go to the pool where I will spend the entire day absorbing the color back into my too pale skin. I am also thinking of coloring my hair this weekend too. I have said before that I wanted to try purple this time, but the dye Cherie has is wicked and stains your skin for weeks afterward. Therefore, I am seriously considering doing the turquoise again, though I will not be bleaching my hair first to ensure a stark color, but just hoping my hair is light enough on its own that the turquoise will show. I have wanted to grow my hair long for such a long time and it is finally reaching the length I have wanted, but it is becoming so damaged that I may have to cut a few inches off, which is distressing me. I know how vain that is, but I consider my hair to be one of my best features. I guess I will have to do what has to be done and just accept it and know that it will look healthier and will grow back.

Moving on… I will work on posting more of my musical top hits from my birthday and will be adding a little something to them. I will also post the last of the pictures I have from my color series of photos. Since each of three colors has so few photos, I will post them in one blog. I have several other things I want to finish and post, but I do not want to overdo it. If I have the time and energy to get to them, I will, but I won’t stress myself out if I don’t.

Call me strange, but I miss school. Even with a full schedule with work and other life stuff, I am really looking forward to classes resuming in the fall. I still have two full months before they start and at times that feels like forever. This next semester I am taking all Psychology classes. Psych 105, Careers in Psychology, Psych 200, Statistics in Psychology, Psych 243, Well-Being and Positive Psychology, and Psych 256, Cognitive Psychology. Exciting, yes? Can you see why I am so anxious for the fall to get here and to get started? I know school is a lot of hard work, takes up a lot of time, and can cause a lot of stress, but it is one of my favorite things to do. I sometimes worry that when I graduate, and am no longer taking classes, I will miss it so much. Hopefully though, I will ease into a different kind of love when I begin doing my practicum and really get out there and start doing what I am going to school to do. More on this in a future Just Me.

Hmmm… What else? Have I mentioned that I finally finished reading Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown? I liked it, but it wasn’t as outstanding as I had believed it would be. It left me kind of disappointed. It may have been a much better book had I read it when it first came out in 1973, I think, but we have come so far that it just did not wow me as I had hoped. I have also been looking for the movie, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close at the library. They have a copy, but it has been checked out every time I have been there, so the last time I was at the library, I decided to inquire if there was a book that the movie was based on. Sure enough, there was and by the same title. The author is Jonathan Safran Foer, and I read the book last weekend in just two days. It was fantastic and I am now all the more eager to see the movie! I am not one to give book reviews, so you will just have to check the book out yourself, but I promise you, it is very good and well worth the read. I am currently reading Ragtime by E. L. Doctorow, but am only a few pages in. Again, the only time I have to read, or do anything else I want to and enjoy doing is the weekends, and there is only so much time in two days to do all that has to be done. Did I mention the nest few days are going to be super hot and that I will spend every second I can lying by the pool? The pool doesn’t open for another hour and a half, so I have time.

That being said, I better wrap this up so I can post the music videos and see if the flea market is in the cards for today. Though I wish I had more time to spend with all of you, writing, reading your posts, and commenting and returning comments, I just don’t with this job. I will do the best I can and be here as often as time allows. In the meantime, take care, keep writing, creating, and photographing, and know that I love all, or at least most of what I see when I see it.

Until next time…

-Cindy

Another Death Caused by Senseless Bullying

‘Happy kid’ kills himself over bullying at two NYC schools

NEW YORK CITY — A 12-year-old boy harassed by school bullies about his intelligence, his height and his deceased father killed himself in the New York City apartment he shared with his mother, according to relatives and those who knew him, NBCNewYork.com reported.

“I want to remember him as a happy kid,” his anguished sister told NBC 4 New York on Thursday.

Joel Morales, of East Harlem, moved to a different school after enduring incessant taunting for months, but the bullying persisted, the fifth-grader’s family said.

Kids chased Morales, threw sticks and pipes at him and teased him for his smarts and his 4-foot-9 stature, his family said.

Morales’ anguish reached a breaking point when bullies taunted him about his father, who died when he was four years old, according to relatives.

His mother, Lisbeth Babilonia, found him hanging in their apartment at about 11:30 p.m. Tuesday, hours after she had organized a search party when he didn’t return home on time from an after-school club.

An occupational therapist who worked with Morales at one of the schools because of his diminutive size told NBC 4 New York the boy only reluctantly talked about his problems.

“It was very difficult, especially with a child like Joel who wants so badly to please everyone, to see that he was really in pain, that he was struggling,” said Maria Ubiles.

Arlene Gago, a youth minister from a church group, said she spoke with Morales regularly at the Jefferson Houses where he lived but never knew of his distress.

“I always asked him, ‘How you doing? How’s school?'” she said. “We talked but he’d never tell me what was going on.”

A classmate told Morales’ family that the boy had said he was tired of the bullying and told them the details of the remark about his father that sent him over the edge.

School officials declined to comment on the alleged bullying, citing privacy issues.

Police said Morales left no suicide note.

By NBCNewYork.com

This is appalling! Suicide due to being bullied is really and truly an epidemic, and now the kids who feel there is no other option are getting younger and younger. Not only does the bullying need to stop, but parents need to communicate more with their children. Show them how drastic bullying can be to the victim  to help their kids better understand to what extreme it could go; and also make a plan for them in the case that they themselves are be bullied. If they know who to talk to and what to say, they will more likely have the courage to ask for help before giving up entirely.

Please, parents, teachers, neighbors, coaches…TALK to the kids in your life. They need to hear it from the trusted adults that they see everyday. They may even seem not to be listening or not to care, but when the time comes when it is important, they will remember. Sometimes the ONLY reason kids do what we prepare them to do is because they trust and respect the adults that take the time to care and will do the right thing for that very reason!

Please, do not fool yourself by believing that it could not be your kid who is the bully or that when your child seems fine that he or she must be doing okay. Ask them, share with them, and create a link between you and your children that is consistent, so when trouble arises, it will be the natural thing to do to discuss it with you. We talk to our kids about smoking, drinking, drugs, and the dangers of unsafe and irresponsible sex, and because bullying is more and more is ending in suicide, we need to prepare them for that too. No, we cannot protect them from everything and everyone, but we can create a dialogue that will help them make the right choices in how they treat others and how to ask for help by insuring them that they will be respected and kept safe. Come up with a plan, such as a code word, that the child can blurt out to alert you that they have something to say and that it is difficult to find the words. Then you can help them along by asking gentle, simple, yes or no questions and giving them your full and uninterrupted attention. Once the “secret” is out and they realize that you are on their side, the remaining details will come.

What you must understand is that for most, the bullying is not only very intimidating and frightening, but can be brutal (even when it is just words) and very traumatizing. Even when the individual weathers the storm and does not chose to end their life, the effects of bullying can last throughout their life and can affect them in so many ways that not all have been fully identified.  Pay attention to things your child says. They may try to talk to you, and it may be the only chance you get. Do NOT blow them off or minimize their experience or emotions. Because if you do, it may be the last interaction you, or anyone else, will have with your child.

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1990

Two years in a row, two different songs, one great artist! Paula Abdul made the number one Billboard hit for the second year in a row, both on my 18th birthday and on my 19th birthday, February 15, 1971. This time, the song that hit the top was Opposites Attract by Paula Abdul, but this time, with the Wild Pair.

This is one to dance to. I wouldn’t spend too much time watching the video. It is cute, but creepy at the same time. Oh, by the way, I have meant to say that for the videos with an advertisement preceding the music, I apologize. I am clueless how to cut that part out, if it can be done at all.

Once again, Paula Abdul…

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1989

Wow! Who knew? I sure didn’t know that Paula was this amazing in her day. February 15, 1989, my 18th birthday, and the year I graduated high school, Paula Abdul made the number one Billboard spot with her song, Straight Up. She is not only beautiful, but brilliant in her talents.

Go ahead—see for yourself. And tell me what you think?

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1988

Could’ve Been by Tiffany, the number one Billboard hit on my 17th birthday, February 15, 1988, is one I have heard many times, but I can honestly say, it is not one of my favorites. As a matter of fact, Tiffany is not one of my favorite artists. Does anyone know something about her that may change my mind? I’ll be waiting for your interesting facts and other comments.

Here she is…

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1987

My Sweet Sixteen, on February 15, 1987, and the number one Billboard hit was Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. If you loved this song at the time it was hitting the charts, you likely still love to hear this song. I know I do! I have many to post to catch up, so I will not say much here about this hit. I am, however, very interested in learning more about music, so any facts or trivia you feel like sharing to enlighten me, would be very much appreciated!

For now, turn up and the volume and sing your little hearts out!

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1986

I have been absent, again, for about a week. Explanations will be forthcoming in a future post. First, I want to catch up on my Billboard hits on my birthday through the years. For my 15th birthday, February 15, 1986, the number one hit on the Billboard charts was How Will I Know by Whitney Houston. Unfortunately, we have recently lost her and at such an early age. She was born with a truly talented voice that we all know well. I remember this song from high school, and since her passing, we have been playing many of her CDs and becoming reacquainted with her songs and all the memories they invoke.

Please take a moment to listen to very popular and much-loved song and let her voice take you where it will.

Molly Gets Her Wings

Our Beloved Molly
2000-2012

As you may have noticed on the bottom of Molly’s picture above, I have some sad news. Our precious pup, Molly, passed away Monday, June 4, 2012 at a little after 10 AM. Hip dysplasia got the better of her and Cherie and Mary made the most difficult, but most loving decision to have her put to sleep. She could no longer run and play, could barely stand, and then only for seconds at a time, was almost completely blind, and had been clutched by a fear that could only be calmed if she could feel the loving hands of one or more of her family members petting her gently, but constantly. The vet was a very nice woman and took the time to explain that we were not only doing the right thing, but all the reasons why. She also shared her own experience in that she knows that her dog is still around on occasion due to some occurrences that could only be explained by his presence.

Molly was not alone; she had her mothers, Cherie and Mary, with her, and Steven and myself there to hug, kiss, reassure, and love her to the end. She was very brave and laid calm and peaceful through the short process and in the end, as her Mama Cherie said, “She looked so beautiful.”  Molly was born on July 25, 2000 and had the best 12 years of life that any dog could have. We all spent the remainder of the day sharing many great memories of Molly, laughing and crying, and supporting each other as a family.

I have personally only known Molly for a little over a year, but I grew to love her as if I had known her my entire life. Molly was a very special puppy. It was Mary’s first Valentine’s Day gift to Cherie very early in their relationship, some 11 years ago. Molly has been there to get them both through many hard times in their lives and has given them a lot of laughs, stories to tell, and memories to cherish and treasure until the end of time. Here are bits and pieces of Molly’s amazing life and journey that have been shared with me.

Mary had recently obtained a job in the World Trade Center towers. She had not been there long when she had a doctor’s appointment and at that appointment, she learned the devastating news that she had Multiple Sclerosis. The following week, as Mary was taking some time to adjust to the news and attend follow-up appointments with her doctor, she was astonished to see on the news the events of 9/11 as they were happening. Mary and Cherie lived in an apartment in New York City just a few miles from the Towers. What they went through that day and are still dealing with today is a story for only the two of them to tell. I mention it only because, it was the medical news and then the attacks that Mary was referred to a support group. I believe it was a 12 week program that helped individuals to deal with trauma and tragedy and so new groups would join previously set groups and these groups would cycle in and out.

Molly and Cherie Napping Together

Though Cherie had a very well established dog walking and pet care business in which she had 300 clients and was highly sought after, she did not at that time have a dog of her own. Cherie wanted (and still does) an English Bulldog. Mary knew she wanted to get Cherie a puppy for Valentine’s Day, so she was on the look-out and one day, she saw a poster with Molly’s adorable little puppy face needing a good home. Molly’s previous owner had learned she would be put on dialysis and would no longer be able to care for Molly. Mary knew that a Boston Terrier was not an English Bulldog, but she was just too cute to pass up and so she called and arranged to go meet Molly after her group session. As Mary sat in her chair, holding the poster of Molly in her hand, and sharing the news that she was going to go pick up her new pup, a woman spoke up, one of the new group members, and said, “That is my dog you are coming to get.” This new woman was in the group to find support in coping both with her dialysis and with having to give up her puppy who was not yet a year old. In that moment, both women knew that it was what was meant to be for Molly.

Molly (front left), Tucker (standing behind Molly and a client of Cherie and Mary’s), Mary (the human), and Katie (another client).

Molly was, to say the least, a blessing for Cherie and is in large part, what helped Cherie cope with the life-changing tragedy of 9/11. Molly also got Cherie through another very difficult time; that of the hurricane Katrina that turned New Orleans upside down. Not only is New Orleans where Cherie was born and spent the first 40 years of her life, but her son, Steven, was living there at the time the hurricane struck, and for nearly nine months after, she was unable to get a hold of him. She was certain that her son was dead, and try as she did to find him, she could not. He did finally call her and she was relieved to hear that he was safe and sound and alive. Cherie had a lot of support through this period of time, but it was Molly’s love and devotion that helped keep her going. Molly has been there for Cherie and Mary through several death’s of family members, through many sicknesses, and the times when Cherie was near death, more than her share, Molly continued to be a constant.

Molly was a comforter, a hero, a loyal friend, and dependable companion, but she was also a champion athlete. Her favorite thing to do was to run, chasing a ball, and playing until she was stopped against her will. She could find any ball, anywhere, and she did this to a miraculous extent. Mary and Cherie have taken Molly on many trips, including a cross-country trip from New York to California. Along the way, they, of course, made many stops for gas, to eat, and to use the restroom. On one such stop, at a gas station deep in the desert, they let Molly out to potty, and before they knew it, she took off like a jack rabbit. They couldn’t imagine what she was up to, but never would have expected exactly what had taken a hold of her. Moments later, Molly returned from the dessert…with a tennis ball in her mouth! Only Molly could find a ball in the middle of the desert. 

Another one of Molly’s favorite trips to take was to go see Angie, one of the family’s dearest friends, in New Orleans. Angie’s house is set on two acres and Molly couldn’t be happier than when she was chasing one of her many balls all over Angie’s large property. It is a rare treat when these ladies, Mary, Cherie, and Angie, can get together, sitting on Angie’s porch, drinking coffee and just enjoying each other’s company and long conversations. As they sat talking, Molly would chase the ball, return it to the porch and be at the ready for the next big throw.

On one of these occasions, time passed without notice, and someone realized that Molly had been running for hours and hours and should probably come in for a rest. After hiding the ball from Molly’s sight, they were able to get a hold of her and bring her inside. She drank long and was sure to get plenty to satisfy her thirst, immediately followed by peeing on the very spot she stood, on Angie’s floor. She then hopped up on the bed and with little strength left in her tiny, muscular legs, collapsed from exhaustion. As she rolled over on her back, everyone noticed that Molly’s belly was red and covered with red ant bites. Molly had proved, yet again, that nothing would keep her from having fun and chasing her ball; not hunger, or thirst, not exhaustion or pain, and not any amount of time. So much exercise Molly got on that trip that she lost nearly half of her body weight.

Molly’s love for her family was boundless, but the one person she was most excited to see was another dear friend of the family, Marlene, in New York City. Marlene is allergic, but risked any and all consequences when she hugged and petted and kissed Molly. Molly would get so animated when she saw Marlene that she would nearly have a coronary trying to escape from the car to get to her. Molly not only loved those in her life, but was deeply loved by many.

Cherie, being the fabulous cook that she is, has spent a lot of hours in the kitchen. Molly was always right there by her side waiting for any morsel of food to be dropped, spilled, or flown to the floor. She was also given many pots and pans to lick prior to their making it to the sink to be washed. During dinner, Molly would sit very still and quiet and stare at us while we ate. Her eyes would bulge out of her face and ears perked straight up, waiting for anyone of us to take our last bite, as she knew the plate would then be hers to lick spotless. Molly never begged, but occasionally gave a quick bark as a reminder if, for some reason, we were not paying attention or forget to set our plate under her nose. She was such a good girl!

Molly at Pride NYC

Molly was a proud puppy. She has marched with her mamas in the New York City Pride Parade, wearing her Pride rainbow, frilly collar and held her head high, marching along as if she were a celebrity on a runway. Often during this 10 mile march, she would be offered water, but would refuse to drink it in front of her fans. It would be much later, once the crowd had begun to fade away, that she would finally indulge and quench her thirst with a rainbow, Italian ice. She was quite the Princess that way.

The Pride Parade was not the only place Molly would strut her stuff for the crowds. As I have mentioned, she has spent time in New Orleans, and she has shared in the festivities of Mardi Gras. Here, she would wear her pink tutu, and was the center of attention. Mary said she was a major chick magnet, as dozens of strippers would flock out to the street to ooo and ahh, pet and admire, and in some cases take pictures of Molly.

There are many more beautiful, fun, and happy memories to be shared about Molly, but her moms want to write some of these themselves. Once finished, I will share what they have written with you here, but for now, I will share one last memory of Molly that I was a part of. Last Christmas, Molly was on Cherie and Mary’s bed, Jingle Bells was being sung on the television and I sat beside Molly and began to sing along, but in a dog howl kind of way. Molly joined in and howled with me. She has been known to bark, but never has she howled until this moment. From that night on, whenever I would enter the room where she was, she immediately began to howl, letting me know that she wanted me to sing with her. Cherie, especially, was not amused and would thank me with sarcasm for teaching her this new noise. Cherie’s gratitude always made us laugh. I am going to miss that precious little pup!

Molly in her Tu-Tu with brother Steven (left), Mama Cherie (center), and Mama Mary (right) on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.

I find comfort thinking of Molly joining Manhattan (my kitten whom I lost a little over a year ago) on the Rainbow Bridge. I can see Molly running, chasing many balls, tongue hanging out and a smile on her face, blissfully passing the time until one of us comes to retrieve her. We love you Molly, so very much, and we will see you again!

Just Me, #11

My Guardian Angels
Cherie (left) and Mary (right)

Hi Everyone!

I have so much to tell you that I should not have waited so long to write this. I actually have a list here beside me, so I do not forget a single thing. For the few of you who glance at my Billboard posts (and thank you for that), you may have noticed I posted today’s and tomorrow’s yesterday. I want to push on ahead, as these posts are clearly killing my stats, but again, I must finish what I started, so they will continue. And for those of you who do not know yet, my camera broke. The first time I mentioned it was in a reply to a comment. El Guapo, the commenter, then gave me a couple of websites that would help me troubleshoot the problem I was having with the lens. I tried every suggestion, but it still is not working. Thank you El Guapo, for taking the time to help me out! To get it fixed will cost more than a brand new camera, so a new one is what I will get. Of course, it may take a while for me to save the funds to make the purchase, but I will get it as soon as I can.

The sun has been coming out and shining beautifully more and more, so I have spent a little time clearing out the weeds and fallen leaves from our peace garden. We took large rocks from the property and formed a peace symbol, planting some things around the inside border of the symbol. That was last year and we had a late start, as Cherie was still recovering from almost dying twice last summer; once in May and again in June. Severe respiratory troubles was the cause, and the reason she quit smoking. Cherie just celebrated one year smoke-free on June 5th. I am so proud of her! In case you are wondering, Cherie is my best friend and roommate. Mary, who I also write about and will at times in the future is Cherie’s partner of 12 years. They are both incredible women whom I love and adore. More about them in another post.

Though life is full fo things that cause stress, since taking a break from school, my stress has been on a much milder level. I still worry about bills and miss my kids, and at times, I wish I could go back to my previous medication, but I have been feeling really good lately and am learning some things about getting through those depressed days more quickly and with a little effort on my part. Oh! I have also finished one of the books I was trying to make time to read, Rubyfruit Jungle. It was a good book, but lacked a lot of what I had expected, so it left me a little disappointed. Since finishing that one, I have started reading The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger. It will be a rare occasion when I write a review on what I have read. This book may give way to one of those occasions, but it is too soon to tell.

The boys are still doing ok. Jeremy was to go into Job Corps on the 19th of this month, however, budget cuts has caused a delay of another possible two months. He is bummed about that, but has gone to stay with his father and step-mother in the meantime. They have bought him some clothes and a couple of pairs of new shoes and he has been seriously hitting the pavement looking for a job. Zachary is really growing up. He just turned 15 at the end of May and though we are thousands of miles apart, I am feeling closer to him than I ever have. His trust in me is growing and he is seeing that I am on his side and will be there for him in any way I can. He will be coming to visit me this summer and I cannot wait!

I have some very sad news, but will write about it in a separate post that I will hopefully publish today, but first I must verify a few of my facts. Until then, I also have good news too. Actually, several things. First, something that is important to me, is that after more than a year of my sister, Ginger, and I not talking, we are talking again! This makes me so happy! She is my only sibling and it is a very lonely world when we don’t talk. I sent Ginger an Easter card and she sent a text saying thank you and that it meant a lot to her. She had missed me too and was glad we were putting our differences behind us.

Ginger graduated high school a year early, went to college right away, and through her educational journey, she got married, and had two of her three kids. She passed the bar exam on her first attempt. Only 25% of those taking the bar exam pass it the first time around, so yeah, she is pretty damn smart. After working for the prosecutor’s office, and having her third and final child, she opened an office with one other lawyer and they were pretty successful for over five years. With the crash of the stock market, things began to get tight. A few more years and she finally had to close her office and return to the prosecutor’s office. Ginger gave her resignation last month and is in the process of opening her own web-based scrap-booking business. She has been all over the United States to countless scrap-booking conventions, and almost made it to Greece for the World Convention. Until now, it has always been her hobby and passion. I am so happy that Ginger is biting the bullet and attempting to venture out and turn her into a business and I believe she will thrive. As soon as her site is set up and ready for business, i will post the link on my blog and nag you all to click and check her talent out. 🙂

My second bit of good news is that tomorrow, I will be taking my driver’s test and getting my first driver’s license since 1998. Unbelievable, yes? I am so excited, and quite nervous to be honest, but I have practicing and hope to do well enough to pass. Originally, I let my license expire because I was such a wreck after my divorce, and I was by then with Sherry (my ex) who drove me anywhere I needed to go. Then, we were eventually without a car and I rode the bus or train, so a license wasn’t necessary. Yes, my license was suspended for six months at one point due to my drug addiction, but that has long been lifted. I continued to either ride the bus or let Sherry drive, so I never felt a need to get a license, until now. Cherie and Mary both have cars, so I will have a vehicle to use when I need it, or more often, when they need to go somewhere, I can and will help with the driving. With my current financial situation, I am in no hurry to get a car of my own. That will happen when it is meant to happen.

And now for the good news you have all been waiting for. Drum roll please… On Sunday at 10 AM, I will be starting my new job! Yes! I have been hired at Burger King. Hey, giggle all you want, it is a job and it pays a paycheck and I am perfectly content to be employed right now, even at Burger King. It is one of those jobs that I can go to, work, and then leave and not have to take home with me or worry about. I am now employed, can pay my bills, help with some of the bills here, and save up for Zach’s visit sooner than later. And, yes, of course, I will be making that camera purchase also! Yea me!!!

Ok, that is all I have for now, until I can post my sad news. Though the news is sad, the post will be filled with happy, so don’t get discouraged. Now, tell me, how are you doing?

Thank you all for your support and wonderful pictures and writings. Being here on my blog is one of my favorite places to be, and you all are part of the reason.

-Cindy

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1985

Although the number one Billboard hit on February 15, 1985 was I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner, and a great song for my 14th birthday I might add, this is a song that has been redone by other artists (not that it is unique in that way) and my favorite is the version sung by Wynonna Judd. Wynonna has one of those really strong voices and I love all of her music. Mariah Carey also sang this song and did a great job herself. So, for this one, I am going to do something a little different. I will post all three versions for this deeply emotional song. Which of the them do you prefer?

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1984

Karma Chameleon by Culture Club was the number one Billboard hit on my 13th birthday, February 15, 1984. I remember this song well. Maybe I am one of the weird ones, but I have always liked Boy George. Of course, this is one of those songs that until you get to know the lyrics, some of the words can be misunderstood and it gives the song a whole new meaning. If you do not know what I am talking about, then I guess you just had to be there among those I once called my friends…way back then. What kind of memories does this song bring back for you? That is, if you dare tell!

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1981

Yikes! I was hoping to get all of the hits up to date, but I have to go run an important errand. Want to know what it is? Well, you will just have to wait until I finish writing my next Just Me post. I barely have time for one more, so let me get to it.

On my 10th birthday, February 15, 1981, the number one Billboard hit was Celebration by Kool and the Gang. Not a bad song to leave off on, yes? This song comes to mind every time something good happens in my life, so that is at least three times a day!

Beware! It is very difficult to listen to this song and not find yourself getting out of your chair and dancing. So, dance! Dance and sing and smile and know that you have gotten some exercise today! Celebrate good times! 🙂

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1980

Finally, the 1980s! On my ninth birthday, February 15, 1980, the number one Billboard song was Rock With You by Michael Jackson. A great song, as we all know that Michael Jackson was a genius! No words from me could possible do this music master justice.

Crank it up and listen as often as desired!

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1979

I have been away for a while and explanation posts will soon follow, but first, I must catch up on my Billboard posts. Five in all, so please bear with me. We are almost to the 80s, so great songs can be expected. However, there is one more number one Billboard hit from the 70s, Da Ya Think I’m Sexy by Rod Stewart. This was the hit on my eighth birthday, February 15, 1979. I remember this birthday well because one of my gifts was to be taken to a movie theatre for the first time; the movie I saw was Grease. The only other movie I had seen outside of my own home prior to this was Star Wars when I was five years old at a drive-in theatre and, of course, being so young, I fell asleep before it was over.

My mother raised me on country music, so I had not yet discovered any other genres yet. It wasn’t until years later that I heard this song, but I liked it then and I still like it now. I hope you enjoy it, but if this is not your cup of tea, wait just a few minutes and another song will follow. Until then, listen and let the memories flood your minds and hearts.

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1978

I have to be quick about posting this today. I am leaving for New York in about 15 minutes. The number one song on my seventh birthday, February 15, 1978, was Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees. It is a good song and I hope you all enjoy it. Since I do not have time to say anything about it specifically, please feel free to tell of your experiences, your memories, or any other information you may have to share about this song in a comment. Thank you all so much and I will return either this evening or first thing tomorrow.

Have a musical day!

Reflection of a Recovering Guest Blogger, #3

Photo courtesy of Donna at .my.blind.world.

I recently read a post, i’m taking back my power by donna at .my.blind.world. I cannot tell you how many times I have been encouraged to take back my power over the course of my recovery. This story is inspiring and is written by a woman, whether she realizes it or not, whom has conquered another enemy from her addiction and won, victoriously, another major battle.

Another step up, a clearer view forward, and another obstacle overcome! To some it may seem silly, but this is the kind of story I get really excited about. When someone has learned something through experience and has grown stronger as a result, it is a very big deal in a life of recovery. I also gain a new level of hope and am encouraged in my own recovery. WE Are Never Alone!

I am reposting her Donna’s story here on my blog, exactly as she wrote it. You can also click on the title of her post (first sentence of this post) to read it, or you can click on the link to her blog, .my.blind.world., and find many more posts like it.

one of my biggest emotional challenges in life is to not let you control my happiness. not let how you are feeling, determine how i will feel. i have a really bad habit of absorbing other people’s energy, and making it my own. so if a co-worker, or friend, or lover is angry, sad, defeated, hurt, etc., and i am in their presence, my mood can change in an instant. i can go from giggly and happy, to very serious and dark in no time at all. i turn my power over to others when i let them control my happiness and my emotional behavior….based on their own happiness and emotional behavior.

the other way i donate my power to others is by being so concerned with how you feel about me. i’m an alcoholic, and like many alcoholics, i am a major people pleaser. i’ve improved, but i still have this pleasing need in me. if i feel like you are mad at me or upset at me for some reason, the thought will consume me. it will affect every molecule in my body. and i become miserable until the situation is sorted out, or until i find out that i am actually not the cause of your disappointment or anger. most of the time i haven’t actually done anything that i am aware of to piss anyone off, but because you might be acting “off” today, and not so friendly, happy, or the like, i will assume you are mad at me. it’s really selfish and self-centered thinking. again..the alcoholic mind. it is not all about me. i do not affected your life. why would i even think i had such power? crazy ego-based thinking. hey, at least i can recognize it nowadays.

why is it so hard for me to just control my own happiness and my own emotional behavior? and not hand it over to you? I’ll tell you why….at least in part…..it’s because of the underlying fear of rejection, abandonment, and dislike from others. this goes way back into childhood and my experiences as a youngster. without going into a long drawn out story, i will leave it at this….kids were cruel and tossed a lot of rejection my way. some psychologists might also blame this fear of rejection on the fact that i was given up for adoption as a baby. i question that. but i don’t discount it entirely. with that said, i simply don’t want you to reject me as a human being and toss me aside. so i don’t want you to have any ill feelings towards me. and if i feel you might, it consumes me…it’s a vicious cycle. and it’s no fun. and really, handing you the responsibility of my own happiness is just not cool.

but this behavior of mine is manageable.

it’s manageable now because i recognize this life long pattern when it begins to creep up on me. i talk about it (or write about it). and since i can feel it coming on, i have the ability to stop the insanity from progressing and ruining the beautiful day ahead of me. of course, sometimes my self-centered and generally false beliefs still gets the best of me and i have trouble getting out of my own misery. but more times than not, i am able to dig myself out before it’s too late.

basically, i am becoming more and more autonomous. it’s that simple. im letting you off the hook, my friends.

i am the only one in control of my happiness and my emotional behavior. maybe i should tattoo that on my forehead.

~Donna at .my.blind.world.

A Glimpse at the History of Art

The cultivation of great ideas and wondrous art came understandably during a time of immense wealth, particularly of the Medici family, the most wealthy and important of all of Europe, as was necessary for the construction of great cathedrals that would house elaborate, religious relief panels on pulpits and baptisteries. The Renaissance period started in Florence, Italy and the citizens would regularly donate their money commissioning artists to create specific pieces which included huge statues (Urton). As realism and humanism began to take form in the art of years following, more secular pieces began to enter into the artist’s free creativity. It came in the form of nudes and often inspired by the mythology of the Greeks and Romans.  The carvings of relief panels and later, full size, free-standing statues, are spectacular on so many levels. Many artists that contributed to these great works of art include: Nicola Pisano and his son Giovanni in Italy in the thirteenth century, Claus Sluter and Tilman Riemenschneider of Northern Europe in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, Andrea del Verrocchio and Antonio del Pollaiuolo in Italy in the fifteenth century, and Benvenuto Cellini and Giovanni da Bologna in Italy in the sixteenth century. The materials used by these artists varied from marble, to wood, to bronze, and are all very interesting in how they are transformed.

Nicola Pisano was able to combine styles from Roman reliefs and French gothic sculptures to create a classical style that would catch on throughout Italy (Nicola). This Roman art influence on French sculptures of the previous Gothic style and the continued interest in classical antiquity, together brought the classical revival beginning in Italy, would prevail into a ubiquitous style (Kleiner, pg 376-377). Nicola was known for his carving marble reliefs and pulpit ornamentation and is often compared to his son, Giovanni’s, recreations. Two such comparisons are Nicola’s Annunciation, Nativity, and Adoration of the Shepherds a relief panel on the baptistery pulpit in Pisa, Italy, 1259-1260, versus Giovanni’s version on the pulpit of Sant’Andrea is Pistoia, Italy, 1297-1301, and also their renderings of the Crucifixion (Kleiner, pg 367-377). Nicola’s Crucifixion, marble relief panel, is on the pulpit of the baptistery of the Duomo in Siena and Giovanni’s relief panel is on a Cathedral pulpit, in Pisa. These two Italian sculptors, father and son, used styles in their marble pulpit reliefs that were essential elements in the formation of fourteenth century, Italian art.

Giovanni Pisano, Crucifixion, 1302-1310
Photo courtesy of friendsofart.net

Nicola Pisano, Crucifixion, 1265-1268
Photo courtesy of viaesiena.it

Nicola’s Annunciation, was strongly influenced by roman scarhaphagi as is evident in the faces, beards, and drapery of this rendition. Nicola’s figures are also thicker, fuller, and more compacted in their space (Kleiner, pg 376-377). In Giovanni’s version, he creates the figures with more depth and movement. The body language of the figures and busy appearance bring this more French Gothic style to life. The leaning, twisting, and bent postures of the figures suggest action in the movement of the scene. Giovanni’s figures also have more individualized faces showing more pronounced emotion. These same differences can be seen in their Crucifixion panels. Nicola’s figures are more thick and bulky, as is seen in classical relief sculpture. Giovanni’s figures are deeper into the panel, giving it a more realistic look. The figures on either side of Christ are smaller, indicating Christ’s forefront position and also his importance. Pictures of these two separate renditions of the Crucifixion are below and you can see in Giovanni’s relief panel the mass of people compared to Nicola’s, and the busy action in the scene is once again obvious.

Claus Sluter, Virgin and Child, 1425
Photo courtesy of art.thewalters.org

Another artist following the French gothic style, but creating much more realist figures than even Giovanni, is Claus Sluter, the foremost sculptor of his time. Sluter is considered a pioneer of northern realism due to the individualized character and emotion of his creations and a leader in naturalism and expressionism. He is known for moving away from the gothic style and more into the up and coming Renaissance style (Claus). Sluter’s most famous work is the Well of Moses, which stands six feet tall, and was the base for a Crucifixion group, and is made with limestone (Kleiner, pg 398-399). It was originally located in Chartreuse de Champmol, but can now be found in the Museum of Fine Arts in Dijon, France.  Sluter ‘s Well of Moses, 1395-1406, was built and carved almost entirely in the round instead of in the more conventional relief carving. This brought the figures out to a more full and realistic size. Each figure has their own specific clothing, draped accordingly, with individual faces and expressions. Even the Angels, that are located at each of the corners, are all very different and unique in dress and expression. Another statue carved by Sluter is the Virgin and Child, 1425, as seen here, this one completely in the round.

“Nearly life-size, this masterpiece of Burundian carving comes from a chapel in the cathedral of Besancon, France. The Virgin and Child, with their thick drapery, weighty bodies, and lack of ornament, reflect the 15th-century movement away from the Gothic ideal of elegant, slender forms towards greater realism and ordinary proportions” (20080106). The expression on the Virgin’s face is very sad and she seems burdened, as one might expect from the mother of the Christ child. The Child has a playful expression on His face, though the ball is not insinuating play, but rather is a symbol of the world and the Child’s sovereign authority (20080106).

An artist whom I am most fascinated with is Tilman Riemenschneider. He was a master carver of wood, but was one to resist the new Renaissance style and stuck more with Gothic style and his medieval roots.  “Riemenschneider was renowned for his attention to surface detail and texture, being more concerned with surface realism than Renaissance priorities of volumetric modeling and anatomic accuracy” (Tilman). This is more than evident in The Assumption of the Virgin, center panel of the Creglingen Altarpiece, Herrgottskirche, Creglingen, Germany, 1495-1499 (Kleiner, pg 413). The intricacy of the canopy aside, he creates great detail in the clothing so that it seems to flow in a natural form, and the expressions of taut tension on the individual’s faces is proof of his ability to create unmistakable emotional feeling in his work.

This picture is of Riemenschneider’s The Last Supper is another fantastic example of his very distinctive carving talent. In this brilliant piece, there are specific textural details in the hair of the figures, their robes, and even their feet below the benches. What make this piece so incredible are the glass windows that are in the background behind the columns. As the light shines through them, the shadowing and brightening on different spots of the large carving give it a breathtaking realistic look.

Tilman Riemenschneider , The Last Supper, 1495-1499
Photo courtesy of artexpertswebsite.com

Andrea Verrocchio, David, 1473-1475
Photo courtesy of art-prints-on-demand.com

The fifteenth century Italian Renaissance brought us many different kinds of artists, and as the styles grew and changed, the more the art resembled and simulated real life. One of the greatest artists from the second half of the century, Andrea Verrocchio, was originally a competent metal worker, but his extremely gifted skills as a painter and sculptor was not lost on the Medici family and his work emulated the family’s ties to Florence.  Many works were commissioned through Verrocchio’s workshop run by his assistants and students, one of which was Leonardo da Vinci (Finnan). In Verrocchio’s David, the elements of realism are very clear. Davidwas created with an open form and his relaxed, yet staunch and prideful posture is so prevalent in this four-foot tall, bronze statue.  Also the textures in the tussled hair and the lines showing age in the face, on the head of Goliath at David’s feet, show the humanism taking shape in the talents of this artist and the artists his students later became.

Antonio del Pollaiuolo was another expert sculptor who was a workshop owner and was loved by the Medici family, particularly Lorenzo Medici. As one of the best known artists in Florence, Pollaiuolo was a master sculptor and is most remembered for his Greek mythological, bronze statues. One statue commissioned by Medici was Hercules and Antaeus, 1470-1475, Museo Nazionale de Bargello, Florence. Incredibly, this statue is only one and a half feet tall with its base, but in the classical culture of this small bronze sculpture, there is palpable expression of strong emotions magnified by the strength shown in the muscles of the two nude figures. Again, body language in the throes of struggle and the strained emotions of self-defense create a movement in this humanistic piece (Kleiner, pg 428).

Antonio del Pollaiuolo, Hercules, 1475
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Antonio del Pollaiuolo also casted another bronze figure, Hercules, also in the 1470s, and currently a part of the Frick Collection in New York. This statue is a little rougher in its appearance and is likely to have had a bit of a different metal composition, as it has a more gray than bronze finish. Here, the same muscular detail of the nude Greco-Roman style statue shows the humanistic art form. Hercules appears to be standing triumphant as indicated by the head he holds over his shoulder and his foot planted on the animal head below. The corners of the base also seem to have ram heads adorning the corners.

Benvenuto Cellini was a mannerist sculptor of the sixteenth century and traveled all over Italy. It was in France that he sculpted the Saltcellar of Francis I, made for the table of and named for Francis I of France, 1540-1543, Kunsthisorisches Museum, Vienna. This unique sculpture is made from gold and adorned with enamel with an ebony base. A lot is represented in this mannerist piece including the extended length of the piece and the winds and indications of the different times of day that adorn it. The figures, known as Neptune and Tellus, a matronly goddess in Greek mythology, represent the sea, which is the source of salt, and land (Kleiner, pg 496-497).

Benvenuto Cellini, Perseus with the Head of Medusa, Loggia dei Lanzi, Florence, 1545-1554
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Later he moved to Florence, where he stayed for the remainder of his life. His greatest work of art, a bronze masterpiece and dubbed the greatest example of Florentine Mannerist sculpture, Perseus with the Head of Medusa, Loggia dei Lanzi, Florence, 1545-1554 . This large-scale statue in the round, and undoubtedly a most difficult piece to cast, took over ten years to complete. When it was finally unveiled, it was well received and met with enthusiastic approval (Benvenuto). Continuing with the secular, nude form, and humanistic, anatomical features, Perseus stands victorious over the body of Medusa, while holding her severed head up high. His calm stance and expressionless face may be interpreted as relief of the young god.

Mannerist art form was the up and coming style of Italian art, between the High Renaissance and the Baroque period, going into the sixteenth and seventeenth century. It was basically a more exaggerated, humanistic technique. In mannerist art, emotions, actions, movement, and the effects of light and perspective are much more personified (Mannerism). Giovanni da Bologna, or Giambologna, was another, and one of the greatest, mannerist sculptors in the history of art. His works were inspired by Michelangelo, which influenced him to always make “sketch-models” of wax or clay in preparation of his monumental statues. Giambologna’s greatest admirer was Francesco De’ Medici, who became his primary supporter and financial backer (Giambologna).

Giambologna’s greatest masterpiece, a statue of three figures in a vertical, spiral formation, is the Abduction of the Sabine Woman, also called Rape of the Sabines, 1579-1583, Loggia dei Lanzi, Piazza, Florence, Italy, and is an impressive 13’ 15 ½”. This was the first full-scale piece since classical antiquity, and Giambologna’s intention originally was to create a statue of three figures intertwined with a mythological influence. It wasn’t until after the unveiling that it got its name. (Kleiner, pg 497) The story that comes from early Roman history is that “when the Sabines didn’t allow their women to marry Romans, they were abducted and persuaded to accept their fate.” (Finnan) So, what this piece is now known to signify is the Romans and Sabines fighting over the Sabine women. (Giambologna) It is interesting the symbolism of the individual figures representing each of these three groups of people. The vertical and spiral arrangement of the figures insists on being seen from all around, and giving it a different effect from each viewpoint. (Kleiner, pg 497) This particular quality is what makes this piece so unwaveringly unique.

Giambologna, Hercules Beating the Centaur Nessus, 1599, Loggia dei Lanzi, Piazza della Signoria, Florence, Italy

Giambologna, Hercules Beating the Centaur Nessus, 1599, Loggia dei Lanzi, Piazza della Signoria, Florence, Italy

Hercules Beating the Centaur Nessus, 1599, Loggia dei Lanzi, Piazza della Signoria, Florence, Italy, is another of Giambologna’s great, large-scale, marble statues. This too, must be viewed all around to see the scene in its entirety. The mannerist style can be seen throughout this piece, and was also influenced by Greek mythology. In the pictures below, you can see that from one viewpoint, so much can be missed, therefore, once again commanding the viewer to circle around it. In the first picture, you can see that Hercules is fighting a “horse-like” creature, but it is not until you reach another viewpoint that you see the human head. Upon close inspection of the detailed picture, you can see the painstaking detail in the bulging muscles, popping veins, the centaur’s tongue and teeth, and even a hint of chest hair. Also the violence and strain of the two figures, the movement, and the grotesque stretching of the creature’s neck, are all mannerist qualities. Giambologna really took statue sculpture to a whole new level and his pieces are truly one of a kind from the Mannerist Era.

Giambologna, Hercules Beating the Centaur Nessus, 1599, Loggia dei Lanzi, Piazza della Signoria, Florence, Italy

Sculpture was the main form of three-dimensional art of the Western culture. “Its origins, history, and stylistic development are those of Western art itself. For example, as a key indicator of the artistic achievements of Classical Antiquity, it was an important influence behind the development of the Italian Renaissance Art”  (Sculptures). Sculpture can be created with just about any formable materials and is accomplished in a variety of ways. “[They] chip, carve, shape, or modulate a range of traditional materials, such as marble, granite, sandstone, bone, ivory, wood, terra cotta…” (Plastic).

Stone is one of the materials used, more specifically, limestone, or marble, during the Early to High Renaissance and beyond. Marble is a favorite of artists because of its composition and changes that occur under extreme pressure and heat. When first quarried, it is a softer and more workable material, but hardens and becomes more dense or solid with time and age. This particular type of stone also comes in an array of patterns and colors that were also appealing to artists (Marble).

Wood carving, one of the oldest forms of sculpture, is an impressive process. “Because of fibrous strength, wood can be carved more thinly and precisely than stone” (Wood). Sculptures can be carved from hard or soft wood, but the most common of the Italian Renaissance were linden wood and lime wood. Once the wood has been taken down to the relative size and shape of the intended configuration, the details are brought out with a variety of tools. Cutting knives used to cut down the excess outer layer, gouges, usually with curved blades to create hollows or depressions, chisels, for straight lines, hammers, mallets, and chippers. It is then smoothed to a polished finish with a rasp, or coarse file having separate conical teeth, a riffler, a small curved file, and different degrees of sandpaper (Wood).

Bronze sculpting is done by casting, which is the process of creating a mold, pouring metal, in a melted form, into the mold then removing the mold’s outer shell once the metal has hardened. Bronze is the alloy of tin and copper and once it is melted, its chemical properties causes it to expand as it cools, ensuring that every detail in the mold is filled completely (Rodin). The most common form of molding during the Renaissance was called the lost wax method, o form of plastic art which is the modeling or molding in three dimensions (Plastic). The general process of lost wax is the creating of a model of the work using non-drying clay called Plasticine, and the mold is made by enveloping the model in plaster. Using this mold, a wax model is created, encased in plaster, and then baked. The plaster hardens as the wax melts away and what is left is the mold for the final casting. The molten metal is poured into this mold, given time to set and harden, and then the plaster is chipped away to reveal the final bronze statue (Rodin).

No matter the material or method, it is the artistic style, vivid imagination, talented skills, and most importantly, the dedication and passion of the sculptor that emerges into the magnificent and beautiful works loved and admired by many, then and now.

Tree Beauty

I love these red trees, but I am super frustrated because I cannot identify what kind of tree it is. I had thought it was a red Maple, but it does not have maple leaves. Next I checked red Oak, but again it has different leaves than the oak. Some can grow to be very large, but since I have been in Pennsylvania for less than a year, I am not very certain as to what trees are most common here in this North Eastern state. One of my favorite trees when I lived in Oregon was the Purple Plum Tree. The leaves do look very much like those of a plum tree, but I have been told there are not any plum trees in Pennsylvania. Can anyone help me out?

Here is another tree that caught my eye. I saw these just outside the hospital in Danville, Pennsylvania. I did not get the top of these trees in my photos, because it was the trunk, or more specifically the bark, that was what fascinated me. Once again, being new in Pennsylvania, I have not a clue what kind of tree this is. Do you?

I was standing on my deck and just pointed my camera straight up into the trees that are closest to this side of the house. After many months of these trees being so bare, I am still in awe at the beauty of the bright green that now clothes the branches.

This little tree is on the side of the house I live in and I just love it. Granted, it is not the best picture, but it is a tree that I really enjoy seeing everyday off the side of my deck (which would be to the left of this picture).

This last photo was also taken on the grounds of the hospital in Danville. I love the many shades of green, the variety of trees and bushes, and the little dabbles of color that are also seen here. The sky was becoming stormy, so some of the light was dimmed, which I think actually helped capture more of the true colors.

I hope you have enjoyed viewing these beautiful tree photos. I had a great time taking the pictures and then seeing them in larger view on my computer. I have yet to replace my camera (more on that in a future post), but I do have quite a few more photos I will be posting, so stay tuned!

 

No. 1 Billboard Hit, 1977

Please, let me first apologize for today’s song post. The number one Billboard hit on February 15, 1977, my sixth birthday, was Torn Between Two Lovers by Mary MacGregor. I cannot believe that I sang along with this song when I was still too young to understand the meaning behind the words. Today, when I listen to it, Mary McGregor’s voice, in my opinion, is much to syrupy and high-pitched and it grates on my ears. I almost do not want to post it at all, however, it was the number one Billboard hit on my birthday in 1977, at that is the theme of these posts.

I am beginning to see that my birthday song posts are not among my followers favorites, and with that in mind, I really should cease in posting them, but I am not one to start something and quit before I finish, so please, have a little patience with me. Hopefully the songs will get better over the years. I will continue to post other things that are more conducive to my blog, so if you skip over the songs, please do check for my usual posts in between. I deeply appreciate your loyalty!

For those of you who just might like to listen, here it is…