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Weekly Photo Challenge: Everyday

This photo is entitled, “Traffic”.  Traffic is what most of us encounter on a daily basis regardless if we live in Bangkok or Chicago.  A morning commute filled with the smell of exhaust, the blare of a train whistle, and the squeaky brakes of a mass transit bus awakens us faster than a morning cup of coffee. This is “everyday” stuff.

 

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Near/Far

 

An interpretation of the theme of the Weekly Photo challenge: Near/Far.  If you would like to participate in the Weekly Photo Challenge, visit the The Daily Post at WordPress.com.  Even if your blog is not about photography, you can still join in the challenges every week.  It is a great way to participate in a daily/weekly post.

 

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Grandmother’s Raspberry Walnut Muffins Gluten-Free, Dairy-Free

Makes 12 muffins

 

INGREDIENTS:

1 cup raspberries, cleaned and halved

1 cup Gluten Free All Purpose Baking Flour

1 Cup almond meal/flour

1/2 cup sugar

4 teaspoons baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 large egg

3/4 cup coconut milk  plus 2 Tablespoons

1/4 cup melted butter

1/2 cup walnuts, chopped

 

DIRECTIONS:

1.  Heat oven to 400.   Line a 12-muffin pan with paper muffin cups.

 

2.  Rinse and drain raspberries. In a mixing bowl, combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.

In another smaller bowl, whisk egg with the milk. Add the egg and milk mixture to the dry mixture along with the melted butter. Mix lightly to combine, just until ingredients are moistened. The batter will be somewhat lumpy.  Sprinkle raspberries and walnuts over the batter and gently fold into the batter. Spoon into the prepared muffin pans.

3.  Bake for 18 to 21 minutes, until a cake tester or pick comes out clean when inserted into the center of a muffin.  Enjoy!

 

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©Jamie Nowinski 9/10/2012
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Blog Awards

 

It has been busy around Grandmother’s house the last few weeks with back to school, family visits, and weddings.  There have been days when I just could not go to my computer to post.  Nevertheless, while I was busy, good news was flowing in from Pat Wood  who has nominated Grandmother Musings for the One Lovely Blog Award.  I also received a badge that says 200 wonderful bloggers have been following Grandmother Musings.  I am constantly amazed that anyone, much less 200 followers, would read my musings.  It is humbling and an honor to know that I have reached that many people.

I wish to thank Pat for nominating me for the One Lovely Blog Award.  Pat’s blog–  PatWoodBlogging is a place for her to write and test out her desire to be a published novelist.  You can read her “gentle” short story, A Fairy Story that has been published in Woman’s Magazine.  She also has a few other stories,  Clean Death, A Taste of Death, and The Scent of Lavender available to her readers to peruse at their leisure.   This superbly written blog is worth a look and a comment.

Rules for the One Lovely Blog Award:

1.   Give credit to the awesome person who nominated you, and post the Award on your site.

2.   Describe 7 things about yourself.

3.   Nominate 15 other bloggers.

7 things about Grandmother Musings…

1.    Wrinkles on my clothes really bother me.  I iron and my new method is to use the  Wrinkle Release spray.  Surprisingly, the spray works on most fabrics and saves me ironing time in the morning.

2.   I never intend on being a gray-haired grandmother.  Why should we be gray?  There are plenty of colorings out there to avoid the gray taking over.

3.   My houseplants are always neglected in the winter. The plants always survive until summer break when I can pay attention to them.

4.   This weekend I went Disk Golfing for the first time.  I liked it, although, I had a score of 25 over par.  I figure I will have to get better if I keep at it. LOL!

5.   I once found a beautiful dress to wear to a wedding for $8.00. I will tell you about it, sometime.

6.   Reading glasses are ugly and I dislike wearing mine. Unfortunately, I seem to need them more every day.

7.   I love to drive!

The following 15 exceptional blogs I would like to nominate for the One Lovely Blog Award…

Nonoy Manga

Home Designs Master

Reddolls

CindyKnoke

PatCegan

BURGESSART

johncoyote

Sag-Aftra One Union

Valdecor

The Inklings

Professions for Peace

Hurdles to Happiness

Life Textures

Peace the consciousness, the transitoriness, your existence

Rfljenksy-Practicing Simplicity

Please check out these remarkable blogs, and do not forget to leave them a comment.  Bloggers are the BEST!

 

Thank You to all the wonderful people who follow Grandmother Musings.  Thank you for taking the time to visit, read, comment, and share you life with me.  Blessings to all!  Jamie 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ciuis sum of America (I am a citizen of America)

Citizenship Award Pin

 

The word “Citizenship” seems to be a buzz word for both political parties and their speech writers. The point they are desperately trying to make is that Americans need to be good citizens if they wish to “change” the world.  I fear that neither party really knows what good citizenship looks like, nor do they practice the principles of citizenship.

What are the characteristics of Citizenship?  Every quarter, in the school where I teach, students who exemplify good citizenship receive an award.  Here is the scale that is followed when choosing a student:

COURAGE — Student must exhibit bravery, valor and guts.  It takes courage to stand up for what is right, when the crowd is going in the opposite direction,

HONOR – Student exhibits loyalty, respect, and trust towards others.

LEADERSHIP—Promotes respect for authority, school policies, and property.  Leads others to do the same.

SERVICE—Accepts responsibility; shows initiative.  Does things without being asked, that benefit others and not just self.

PATRIOTISM – Exhibits love of country, city/town, school, and neighborhood.

RESPECT – Does unto others as he/she would have done to them. Conscientious and thoughtful of others.

If I had to award our politicians, leaders, political parties, CEO’s, Bankers, and others who run our country with a Citizenship Award, I wonder if any of them could meet the criteria.  When November rolls around and it is time for Americans to vote, I hope they will consider whether the person they will vote in for the job of president, senator, representative, etc. can meet the criteria elementary students must meet in order to be a good citizen.  Our leaders should be the model that the citizens of the country follow.  It will be interesting to see if they can live up to these high standards and “change” the world.

 

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How Can You Call This LOVE?

You ripped my heart out

In the name of Love.

I am not a Girl Scout

naive and stupid.

 

You thought you could fool me

Make me your toy

However, I am quite gutsy

When it comes to relationships.

 

Sure, I checked your cell

For weird numbers and such

And, believe me I could tell

That you were not all there with me.

 

The late nights away

Were a big red flag.

All your pitiful actions we so cliché

And, you thought they were magic.

 

What an idiot you have become

To surmise that this could last.

Find another girl to hold under your thumb

I will keep my passion for one who deserves it.

 

 

 

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Stitches of Love

The only gift is a portion of thyself.”  

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I put off opening my Christmas gifts until everyone had finished opening theirs.  A pile of brightly wrapped packages sat on the floor around me.  I had to be careful not to crush the boxes with the legs of the rocking chair. Basking in the happiness of watching my grandson yelp and scream as he opened his toys, I patiently waited.

When it was my turn, I opened all the little gifts first.  I received a bottle of my favorite perfume, a gift card to buy books, and a lavender-scented candle. Then there was a massive box. This was a gift from my mother and it had rested under my Christmas tree and had teased me for weeks.

When I was a little girl, the anticipation of Christmas morning drove me crazy.  Often, I peeled the tape off one of my packages to see what was hidden inside. My family has teased me since and they take care to tape my gifts extra tight alleviate the temptation.  What they do not realize is that now, I relish the anticipation.  Being surprised is better than knowing.  This package, I noticed, was lacking the usual amount of tape.  Maybe my mom had begun to believe that I no longer cheated and peeked at my gifts.

I picked up the huge box and set it on my lap. I tilted the rocking chair back a bit to arrange the box so I could open it.  I knew it must be something good, because my son-in-law was standing ready to snap pictures. My mom had called twice to see if I had opened my gifts, yet.  Anxiously, I pulled open the box and the contents spilled out across my lap.

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As I palmed the beautifully stitched quilt, tears began to form.  The fabric was soft and smelled new.  The colors, bound superbly together, were perfect.  All of my favorite shades of blue and white joined with just a touch of yellow. It was a bright and sunny cover. However, what made me hiccup in tearful happiness, were the daisies. They were interwoven in the quilting and in the fabric. They told me that my mom loved me.

I know that my mom shopped for months to find the perfect fabrics and colors for my quilt.  Every winter, she takes a month-long trip and visits quilt stores all over the country.  My quilt is made from fabric from Arizona, Texas, California, to name just a few stops my mother made. She thought about me for days when she was shopping, cutting, sewing, and binding. She put her heart and soul into every stitch with only me in mind as she was creating.  What could possibly be more special?

Not only did my mom make me an heirloom quilt for Christmas, she also gave me a piece of herself.  My king-sized creation warms me at night, but more importantly, it warms my heart every time I think about the time and thought that went into making it.  It is truly a piece of art that I will treasure, forever.  The quilt is one of my favorite things, and it holds stitches of motherly love in every fiber.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Please Enter a Valid Number

Every now and then, I feel there is too much technology in our lives. Oh, do not get me wrong, I enjoy checking the weather on my smart phone and using Google to research the things that flit across my mind.  Nevertheless, sometimes that same technology is overwhelming.

     For instance, this weekend I received an automated call from the village hall of my town.  I was not home when the call came in, thus a message was left via voice mail.  When I returned home, I checked my Caller ID and noticed that the village had called.  My problem…I do not know how to access my voice mail on the house phone.  My cell phone dials voice mail automatically, but the landline requires that I dial a number and put in a password.  I use to know the number and the password, however, the phone company I use, just upgraded their system. 

     I should know this information, except that my husband set up the new voice mail.  I wrote down the number and password somewhere.   I do not remember where I put the numbers, and my husband is out-of-town camping.  I would have called him on his smart phone, but apparently, his phone has gone deaf, blind and dumb.  He is not available to take my call or my text.

     Therefore, I do the next best thing, and Google my phone service provider. At their website, I am asked for my user name and password.  I do not remember this either.  I try every combination that I know without any luck.  Finally, I look up voice mail in the help section of the web site.  I am able to surmise that if I press *98 I can call my voice mail. 

     I call and I am asked for yet another password.  I am okay with this request, because I know my husband made it the same number we have used since phone companies have begun asking for passwords.  I confidently typed in the number and I am told that the number is not valid.  I type it in again, thinking that maybe I pressed a wrong digit. I receive the same message. Rats!

     All I want to know is what the village is calling my house to warn me about on a Friday night!  I worry that maybe we are under some sort of boil water order or maybe there is a killer roaming the streets. I need to know if I should barricade the house.  I think about calling my neighbor to ask if she received a call from the village, but it is getting late.   

     I am still thinking about that call when I go to bed.  I cannot sleep, so I go out to the computer and check the village’s website to see if there is some sort of word of caution. Nothing.  I open the back door and listen. Nothing.  The only thing I do notice is that it smells like a swamp outside.  So much for technology helping me in this situation.  The village could be calling me to tell me the world is ending.  I would not know, because I do not have a flipping password.

     The next day, my neighbor is sitting out on her porch. I wave and ask her if she received a call from the village.  She informs me that she did and that the village was calling to inform its citizens that they would be spraying for West Nile Virus.  Hmmm, that explains the swamp smell and the phone call.  Whew, nothing horrible except that poison is being sprayed in my town to help alleviate the mosquitoes carrying a deadly virus!

    As soon as my husband comes home from camping, the first thing I am going to do is have him write down all the passwords to everything we own in a notebook. I will keep that notebook in a safe place for the next time technology wants to send me an important message. Nothing like being prepared.

 

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America is Singing

I Hear America Singing

By Walt Whitman

 

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each singing his as it

     should be blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his as he measures his

     plank or beam,

The mason singing his as he makes ready for

       work or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his

      boat, the deck hand singing on the steam-

      boat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench,

     the hatter singing as he stands,

The woodcutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his

     way in the morning, or at noon intermission

      or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or the

     young wife at work, or the girl sewing or

     washing,

Each sings what belongs to him or her and to

     none else,

The day what belongs to the day—at night the

      party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing with open mouths their strong melodious

      songs.

 

Walt Whitman’s poem explores the unique contribution of each person to America. Today, there are not many shoemakers or woodcutters around, however we still sing America’s songs.  The stuff that makes this country live, breathe, and prosper.  In honor of Labor Day, we should all be proud of our role in making this country great.  It does not matter what work we do because each job is as important to the whole as another. It only matters that combined–we are one.  It is proper, therefore, that we as a nation pay tribute on Labor Day to the architects of the nation’s strength, freedom, and leadership — the American  worker.

 

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