tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35875854557116453752024-03-04T23:15:07.246-08:00Life Is Not What You ThinkOur words are what make us immortal. They live on while our bodies die, passed on throughout the ages. Saved forever for the world to hear and read. Our voices gone, no longer heard, but our words live on forever. ~Pammymcb~PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.comBlogger637125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-43967875848690298432020-02-05T16:00:00.005-08:002020-02-05T16:01:06.181-08:00Coco's 2nd Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0Abilene, TX, USA32.4487364 -99.73314390000001632.020119900000005 -100.37859090000002 32.8773529 -99.087696900000012tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-60562042883209977282019-06-04T19:51:00.001-07:002019-06-04T19:52:27.554-07:00Summer Stories<p dir="ltr">I clearly remember those hot days of summer, sweat running between my breasts, my exhausted overworked body, the blisters on my hands, and the sunburn on my nose. My husband always teases when I say I was a hoer. I told him there is good money in hoeing if you're good at it and have the stamina. 😜</p>
PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-7984088617801885362017-12-24T08:52:00.002-08:002017-12-24T08:52:30.828-08:00Christmas CookiesWho would have thought that one simple moment would cause me to break down so easily? Certainly, not me, but it did happen. Throughout the twenty three years that we have been together, DJ has never asked for or gone after the little blue tin full of butter cookies that he did while grocery shopping the other day. And, I have to ask myself why on this day, this year, did he decide that he wanted to grab that little blue tin and place it in the cart? He certainly could not have gauged my reaction to seeing the tin, nor could he have expected the gesture to flood my mind with the sweet memories that brought tears to my eyes. Now, I have cried over cookies in a grocery store before, but that is a different story about pregnancy and Grasshoppers. Maybe, I will tell you that story some day.<br />
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Looking down in the basket at that little blue tin, a realization struck. I will never have another Christmas with her. Many little blue tins like this little blue tin spent their lifetimes in a closet holding buttons to place on clothing, beads to make jewelry, receipts for important purchases, and crayons broken by children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Those little blue tins sat on a kitchen counter, anxious to be opened by anyone that crossed the threshold into the warm kitchen and home filled with love. The sweet taste of butter and sugar awaiting to be chosen by the people that she loved more than anyone in the world, her family.<br />
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Sweet memories of an entire family gathered in a home completely crowded, full of laughter, and the spirit of Christmas filling the air struck my mind so quickly, that I could not contain the emotion. Flashes of a beautiful aunt with an infectious laugh, always happy and always proud, taken far before her time. Flashes of my father's freckled fingers, nimbly reaching down into that tin to grab the cookies with the little chocolate bits. I think I get my love of chocolate from him. Flashes of small children running to the counter and snatching a cookie and shoving it in their mouths before anyone could stop them. So much love and so much warmth could be found in every Christmas in her home, and every Christmas, that little blue tin of cookies sat on that counter and waited for all of us.<br />
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Christmas does not seem to be anywhere close to the same as it did when those little blue tins sat on her counter, and that chapter in my life has come to a close. So, today, it is time for me to create my own chapter and try to make my Christmases special in their own little way. Although my heart is heavy with the loss of so many people that I love, I will always remember that I carry them all with me, and they will always influence how I chose to celebrate my Christmas this year and all of the years to come, with love, laughter, and the spirit of Christmas.PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-37140807445081322212017-11-21T18:50:00.000-08:002017-11-21T18:50:25.213-08:00Texas Sunsets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0Abilene, TX 79605, USA32.434356 -99.78986989999998532.005739500000004 -100.43531689999999 32.8629725 -99.144422899999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-16242376785243336222017-11-10T05:23:00.002-08:002017-11-11T06:54:37.752-08:00MatriarchThe matriarch of my family, Mary Frances White Bartley Kierepka, has moved on from this world, and I still see her each and every day. Over the last several weeks since her passing, the smallest things remind me of my beautiful grandmother. Although I have come to realize that I mention her more than once a day, people have told me that I have always done that. Maybe I just notice it more now because she has stayed continually on my mind. I will truly miss the influence that she has always had on both my boys and me.<br>
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When I see Grandma, it is in the little things that many people take for granted in their daily lives. However, she is the one that taught me those little things are the most important things that you will always have. So, it is those little things that I will never let go of.<br>
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I see her when I see my youngest son dance a silly dance with me as the stereo blares. My grandmother taught me to Jitterbug and Swing Dance at a young age. I always looked forward to overnight stays where the TV was often turned off and the music danced through the air. Children's laughter could be heard through the halls of the house, as Grandma grabbed a tiny hand and twirled her babies around. I have had the opportunity to hold on to some of those precious memories with my children due to modern technology, and they are now some of my most prized possessions.<br>
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I see her in my oldest son as he tames the feral kittens that live in our neighborhood. I think that the people of Haskell, Texas just knew that if they dropped a kitten off in front of Grandma's house, it would be taken care of. As the years passed, more and more kittens were born, and my grandmother made sure they had a warm place to sleep and food in their bellies. Over my lifetime, I watched my grandma handle the wildest of kittens, who were completely calm when she neared. They did not bite or scratch. They surrounded her just for that moment of a warm embrace or a gentle back rub.<br>
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I see her in the wild flowers that grow almost all seasons in Texas. Grandma had the most wonderful green thumb. She could take a limp plant that was barely clinging to life and nurse it back to health. She would pinch off a bit of a wild ivy to grow in her garden, and every single one of her plants would thrive. She had the sweetest most unique flavored tomatoes that grew in her garden, and I have yet to find a tomato that I loved as much as the ones that I would spend my days with her harvesting. What most of us saw as weeds, she saw as a valuable staple and refused to cut down. Whether it was dandelion greens, lambs quarter, prickly pear, or wild garlic, it was all used by her. She taught my children that they could live off of the vegetation of the land if they just new what to look for.<br>
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I see her in the birds that most people find annoying and a nuisance. The memories of her special bird feeders, and the boys begging her to let them feed the birds flood my mind. This was something that they loved to do with her every time that that visited. Even though they often overfilled the feeders and ended up spilling more seed on the ground than in the feeders, she indulged them in that little pleasure. She taught all of us that nature is a thing to be treasured and enjoyed. We loved the visits to her home where we could take in the solitude and smell the crisp fresh air. It was a place away from the blaring lights and noisy city that we have come accustomed to. So now, when I see a Blue Jay or a Cardinal, those feelings of peace and contentment wash over me, and my heart is filled with joy.<br>
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I hear her in the words that I speak to my children when they are upset with one another. "Things can be replaced, people cannot." These words of wisdom are words that I have come to live by, and I have tried to teach my children to live by. I know that they have heard her when I see them give up what little they have to make sure that those less fortunate have more. I know that they have been influenced by her when their hearts break for people that they do not even know. When life becomes tough and overwhelming, I remind myself, "God only gives you what you can handle." Those words are the words that got me through raising a son with autism. In my self-pity, I would remind myself that if my widowed grandmother could raise three girls and a disabled son on her own, I definitely could do it with my husband's help. I have learned from her not to sweat the little things, and I have taught my boys, "You can handle this," because I know that they can.<br>
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Although her words of wisdom hang in my mind, and I carry so much of her with me; I still wish I had more time with her. I wish for that moment when she became overjoyed and filled the room with laughter, and the thought that I will never hear that again breaks my heart. I wish for those peaceful mornings filled with the smell of biscuits cooking in the oven and the smell of International Delights filling the air. I wish to hold her once again, my arms wrapped tightly round her as the smell of rose scented perfume dances about. I wish for one moment to do all of the things that I used to do with her, but I know in my heart that moment will not come, and the sorrow weighs down my soul, and the tears sting my eyes. But, I can handle this.<br>
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Although my precious grandma has moved on from this world, through the little things, joy, compassion, nature, and wisdom, I do feel her presence enveloping me every single day.<div><br></div><div><a href="https://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/?action=obituaries.obit_view&CFID=f94c6cbb-7bd2-4f59-bece-c44d80917c1d&CFTOKEN=0&o_id=4437111&fh_id=14238" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Grandma's Obituary</a></div>PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-7826929694609845232017-11-08T19:22:00.000-08:002017-11-10T05:23:38.998-08:00Killer<br />
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I am going to take this one head on. Call me 'old school,' or call me whatever you will, but this phrase makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. No honey, my husband and I, aka we, were never pregnant. I was pregnant, not him. For a matter-of-fact, <i>we </i>did not get pregnant twice, I did.<br />
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I know we are getting to a point in modern society to where everyone needs to feel included in everything, but let's just hash out the facts on this one. In the most simplistic terms, pregnancy is defined as follows: Of a <em>woman</em> or <em>female</em> animal having a child or young developing in the <em>uterus</em>. Sorry people, no uterus, no pregnancy. Only the female can get and be pregnant, sans the test tubes, experimental scientific artificial wombs, or a seahorse or other non-heterogamous animal species where parthenogenesis may occur. Therefore, a human male who was born a human male cannot get pregnant without scientific intervention. She is pregnant!
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However, if you are are a father, I would like to take this time to congratulate you on providing your female counterpart the means of becoming pregnant. But, you did not become pregnant; did you? You took a few minutes (and I am sure I am being generous for allowing a few minutes for some of you) of your 24 hour day, danced your little dance, and voila, your partner is pregnant. Now, I know it is tough listening to her talk about being pregnant every day for 280 days minus the few weeks before she even realizes she is carrying a child, but that does not make you pregnant. It makes her pregnant.<br />
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Never once did DJ wake up vomiting because his body just did not want to pass his dinner on to his unborn child, or just because that is just what his body felt like doing at the time. He did not have to wake up with tears in his eyes because he rolled over on his swollen breasts which shot nauseating pain through his upper torso. DJ never had to worry about not being able to see his feet because his belly protruded out three times what it did before conception. He did not receive stretch marks from the skin being pulled so tight that it felt as if it were going to split. Not once did he have to deal with the pain of swollen feet and ankles, nor did he cry at the drop of a hat. I never saw DJ waddling from room to room, and girls, you know what I am talking about. As much as we don't want it, all pregnant women waddle. Also, I never remember DJ having to be put on bed-rest because something was just a little out of whack. He still got to work! He still got to drive, walk, go to the store, and play with our child. I am sorry to disappoint. DJ did not become pregnant. I did.<br />
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I do realize that it must be hard for the significant other to sit and wait for their child to be born, but that does not make you pregnant. I know, because I have heard it from many of them, that they feel it is unfair that they do not get to feel the first flutters of life or feel the first full on kick. Hey did you know there are devices that can mimic that now? Anyway, that does not make you pregnant.<br />
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DJ and I got me pregnant together, and we were in the pregnancy together; but I was the only one who was pregnant. I am not trying, nor would I ever try, to minimize his role in the situation. My body needed for him not to be pregnant, and his role was a great role, as I needed a provider. I needed him to make sure that I had the food to feed my unborn child. I needed him to rub my back because the extra weight was wearing me down. I needed him to make me feel better when I would cry uncontrollably over Keebler's Grasshoppers or Three's Company. I needed him to help me bathe and prop up my swollen feet, and I needed him to hold my hair while I dry heaved over the toilet.<br />
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So, non-gestational partners believe me, you are not pregnant; nor do you want to be. You need to be what your partner needs you to be. Be the steadfast partner, and take responsibility by showing her that you will take care of her when she is feeling absolutely miserable. Provide for her. Love her, and hold her. She is the one who is pregnant; and although, millions of women have been doing it since the beginning of time, pregnancy is never easy. Do not minimize the process by saying you are pregnant too.PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-30796074337138208602017-11-04T18:40:00.000-07:002017-11-04T20:04:19.277-07:00FEROCIOUS BEAST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
A BIG FEROCIOUS BEAST jumped on my back!</div>
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<br />PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-1847898196939242552017-10-29T09:33:00.000-07:002017-10-29T09:33:14.274-07:00God's PromiseMy child when thy art with me<br />
Upon the other shore<br />
Within the gates of heaven<br />
Forever and ever more<br />
<br />
There’ll be no more sorrow<br />
Your tears he’ll wipe away<br />
With joy we’ll sing forever<br />
On golden streets we’ll play<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-23226668625185119412017-10-28T10:05:00.000-07:002017-10-28T10:05:00.185-07:00My SunbeamI caught a sunbeam in my hand<br />
It glowed and glowed like golden sand<br />
I lay upon the sand all day<br />
My sunbeam washed my cares away<br />
If I could stay ‘til shadows fall<br />
Just lying there forgetting all<br />
To be at peace with God and man<br />
And all that goes throughout the land.<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-69325438585382050312017-10-27T09:43:00.000-07:002017-10-27T09:43:08.349-07:00LostLost in the middle of a crowd<br />
Who knows that I’m around?<br />
I wonder here and yonder,<br />
Around this lonesome town<br />
My home and friends are far away<br />
I wish that I were there<br />
To hold them in my arms once more<br />
And tell them that I care<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-61181211905341736172017-10-26T07:30:00.000-07:002017-10-26T07:30:06.163-07:00God's LoveGod is on his throne in Heaven,<br />
And we hear the angels sing<br />
He is at our side forever<br />
Here on Earth that he might bring<br />
Us to his golden home up yonder<br />
Heaven’s just a step away.<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-85118153485924546682017-10-25T11:11:00.000-07:002017-10-25T11:11:08.295-07:00The Guiding LightI walked alone in the shadows of the night<br />
Until God came with his guiding light<br />
I stumbled in the darkness<br />
And could not find the road<br />
The hand of God reached out to me<br />
And helped me with my load<br />
I prayed and then I stumbled<br />
The mistakes are all my own<br />
But I know that God is always<br />
Near to help me with my load<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-1317206657357007462017-10-24T07:38:00.000-07:002017-10-24T07:38:03.154-07:00IfIf I could be a kid again<br />
And live my life anew<br />
And knew the things that I know now<br />
The things that I could do<br />
I could climb the highest mountain<br />
And sail the farthest sea<br />
I would catch my home and loved ones<br />
And hold them close to me<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-14048177659073234752017-10-23T07:58:00.000-07:002017-10-23T07:58:03.048-07:00Shadows of My LifeIn the shadows of my life<br />
I see the mountains fall<br />
All the things that I loved most<br />
The mountain buried all<br />
I stood and watched it from afar<br />
And felt so all alone<br />
Then through the shadows and the dust<br />
I saw a figure stand<br />
And with the love that I had lost<br />
Reached out and touched my hand.<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-75763079329298473232017-10-22T08:03:00.000-07:002017-10-22T08:03:03.645-07:00SorrowThe sun is shining in my window<br />
I can hear the morning bird sing<br />
In my heart I’m feeling sorrow<br />
I wish that I could feel the spring<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-60712130408629344752017-10-21T10:08:00.000-07:002017-10-21T10:08:08.342-07:00Over YonderI will see you over yonder<br />
In that glorious land above<br />
Where the sweetest of the angels<br />
Guide us through the land of love<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-81317229677161833462017-10-20T08:23:00.000-07:002017-10-20T08:23:03.465-07:00UntitledWe go on our way, from day to day,<br />
The best that we know how.<br />
Sometimes we’d do things different<br />
If we knew what we know now.<br />
But we can’t know the future<br />
And past we cannot change<br />
So if you fall along the way<br />
Get up and start again<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-56878117272740211652017-10-19T09:22:00.000-07:002017-10-19T09:22:07.329-07:00Love ForeverThe love we had is not lost by death<br />
It lives with us forever<br />
Our children and our grandchildren<br />
Are part of you and me<br />
And someday when this life is over<br />
I’ll be with you forever<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-59641520734747336982017-10-18T07:42:00.000-07:002017-10-18T07:42:15.899-07:00Things I RememberChildren playing by the fireside<br /> On a cold and winter day<br /> Mothers working in the kitchen<br /> Singing softly all the way<br /> Clothing hanging on the clothesline<br /> Flapping gently in the breeze<br /> Cows are laying in the barnyard<br /> Chickens scratching where they please<br /> Raindrops dancing on the window<br /> While I am snuggled in my bed<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br /> 3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-52564131759997503342017-10-17T09:18:00.000-07:002017-10-17T09:18:08.440-07:00Speak To Me SoftlySpeak to me softly<br />
My love in the wind<br />
The whisper of the trees<br />
Will bring it to me<br />
<br />
Speak to me through<br />
The song of the birds<br />
You are always near me<br />
I hear every word.<br />
<br />
Your love is in the wind<br />
That blows in the trees<br />
In the gentle rain<br />
And the roaring seas<br />
<br />
I see your face in the rainbow<br />
And the stars that shine so bright<br />
You are always near me<br />
As close as the night<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587585455711645375.post-71091198273706236652017-10-16T10:17:00.000-07:002017-10-16T10:17:03.646-07:00God's Flower BedHow beautiful the flowers are<br />
Across the meadowland<br />
They look like they were planted there<br />
By some invisible hand<br />
As you ride along the highway<br />
And the road along the way<br />
Their colors are like rainbows<br />
As in the wind they dance and sway<br />
You can see some pretty flowers<br />
People plant with bowed heads<br />
But they’re not quite as beautiful<br />
As God’s own flowerbed.<br />
<br />
Mary Francis Kierepka<br />
3/17/1932-9/28/2017PammyMcBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390470165740162456noreply@blogger.com0