Podcast #34 — The time I have spent looking for my glasses — over the 70 years since I got glasses in the fourth grade, it must add up to a couple thousand hours,
It's nice to see cheerfulness linked to generosity. These are only a few instances that come to mind! And godliness. Don't forget godliness, or should that be linked to both cheerfulness and generosity.
Every time I imagine I have things to do, and hear your slow cadence, I ponder coming back to your podcast at a later time. But I don't do that. I take a breath, listen, and savor your thoughts and the joy of slowing down to do the savoring. And every time I do that, I am glad I did.
I started first grade in 1944 at the age of 5. My birthday was late January & kindergarten didn't exist. I was already wearing glasses, never teased about it, but did have two pairs broken into my face by second grade from horse play. No damage just scared. Eighty years later I could no more forget my glasses than I could forget my underwear. Always knowing where an essential thing is, is truly a Blessing. Neil Richards
My mother attended the first parent-teacher meeting of Miss McNorton’s first grade and discovered my desk positioned inches from the blackboard. “Why is he sitting there? Is he in trouble?” “Heavens no. He’s extremely near-sighted!” She wept to think I was riding my bicycle around town behind my two older brothers.
My new glasses arrived at the post office in a wonderful cowboy case. My mother was driving us home in the Blue Goose, a 50s Chevy coupe. I said, “Look Mom! You can see the leaves on the trees! And the Harrises have their name on their mail!” Again she wept, but I was thrilled! Wells
I had one cousin I remember, her name was Jo Ann, her father, who I guess was my uncle, hunted aligators in the swamps of Kissimee. Fl. for a living. Every summer, my mother driving to Short Mt. Christian Youth Camp in Middle Tennessee tennessee from South Miami, Fl. and I would stop in Kissimee for an over night and the chicken and dumplins my Aunt Murdess would fix for us. We all come from such different places, don't we?
It's nice to see cheerfulness linked to generosity. These are only a few instances that come to mind! And godliness. Don't forget godliness, or should that be linked to both cheerfulness and generosity.
Would love to hear more about all the cousins - especially those on the Denham side. I have no one left to share those stories.
Every time I imagine I have things to do, and hear your slow cadence, I ponder coming back to your podcast at a later time. But I don't do that. I take a breath, listen, and savor your thoughts and the joy of slowing down to do the savoring. And every time I do that, I am glad I did.
I started first grade in 1944 at the age of 5. My birthday was late January & kindergarten didn't exist. I was already wearing glasses, never teased about it, but did have two pairs broken into my face by second grade from horse play. No damage just scared. Eighty years later I could no more forget my glasses than I could forget my underwear. Always knowing where an essential thing is, is truly a Blessing. Neil Richards
Dear GK,
My mother attended the first parent-teacher meeting of Miss McNorton’s first grade and discovered my desk positioned inches from the blackboard. “Why is he sitting there? Is he in trouble?” “Heavens no. He’s extremely near-sighted!” She wept to think I was riding my bicycle around town behind my two older brothers.
My new glasses arrived at the post office in a wonderful cowboy case. My mother was driving us home in the Blue Goose, a 50s Chevy coupe. I said, “Look Mom! You can see the leaves on the trees! And the Harrises have their name on their mail!” Again she wept, but I was thrilled! Wells
I had one cousin I remember, her name was Jo Ann, her father, who I guess was my uncle, hunted aligators in the swamps of Kissimee. Fl. for a living. Every summer, my mother driving to Short Mt. Christian Youth Camp in Middle Tennessee tennessee from South Miami, Fl. and I would stop in Kissimee for an over night and the chicken and dumplins my Aunt Murdess would fix for us. We all come from such different places, don't we?
Whether one or ten or one hundred family members, life in Christ is what I consider my family.
I’ve got lots of cousins too. I love that. They’re wonderful people. We are all linked by birth but we choose to be friends. It’s lovely!
I took a memory retention course but forgot why.
You are blessed with family!
Thank you for reading this to me. I love hearing the old ones too. Such a treat instead of AI.
I never have to look for my glasses; I merely keep them on even when I sleep.