Day 11: Childhood home

Where did you live when you were 12?  Who did you live with? Write with a combination of sentence lengths (short, medium, long).  Create a sound that pleases the readers ears.  Don’t just write words.  Write music.

My dwelling place at 12. This was a hard year.  We moved…so let’s start where from!  It’s COLD.  No, not just brrr cold, but mountains  of snow cold!  

My dad built us a beautiful house on the highest point of our property in Livermore Falls, Maine.  The front door was painted bright red, my mom’s favorite color!  I lived here with my 4 sisters, one older and 3 younger than me.  Pretty sure my oldest sister had already moved to Pensacola, Florida to start her newly wedded life with her husband. 

A rock wall formed around the edge of our property with black raspberry vines (my fav fruit) and red raspberry vines curving their thorny arms around the rocks.  To pick them I recall standing precariously in between two rocks and stretching my arm out to pick a few berries.  Sometimes we found a lower growing patch and only had to bypass the thorns when reaching in with our hands.  

We also had wild blueberries on top of our biggest hill next to our house where we picked them to make blueberry pancakes.  Yum!!! Our house was in the middle of three different hills that were also sprinkled with wild strawberries!  I know we had so many wild fruit options!  It was a wonderful place to grow up.  I felt very adventurous most of the time.  Running though the dandilion fields I picked the ripe strawberries and raced back to the house with a brimming bowl of bright red to crush crackers over them…the oh so sweet berries with a waterfall of milk splashing down my throat.  A child’s version of strawberry shortcake. 

My mouth is now salivating for some Maine blackberries, blueberries and strawberries.  Yummy!  
Four sisters myself and my parents moved to Rossville Georgia this 12th year of mine and then after that year we move again… See my father worked in construction and had trouble making ends meet.  He realized that in the south builders build year round.  This is the reason we moved.  I took it rather hard in some ways. Other ways not so much…I wrote a poem on my windowsill saying to the fact that this would always be my home in Maine.  My best friend and I made some sort of Time capsule (I forget what was in the shoe box).  I think a mixed cassette tape we made.  Did you make one too?  It was very hard moving away from my friends at this age. My eyes watered up with tears as we drove away. 

Once we left, I looked at moving with excitement.  Well, for the most part…and in many ways it was!  I made new friends at my new school and had a good eighth grade year in GA.  Moving Once again wasn’t too hard since we had quite a few members of our extended family already established there. 

Share something about my favorite childhood meal.

When I was a teeny tiny little girl – For a yummy snack.  I loved a good mayonnaise and cheese sandwich on white bread.  This was something I could fix for myself and enjoyed quite a bit!  Now not so much…seems kind of icky to me now.

My next favorite childhood meal was lunch with my best friend Janelle.  Being from a large family I truly enjoyed my excursions to visit my friends.  It was a treat to have a special hang out time and then lunch together.   

I distinctly recall eating this special lunch which consisted of tuna fish on bread and then sometimes we would be silly and put our Ruffle Potato-chip’s inside to make a crunchy sound.  

Before lunch we would hang out in her room to listen to music, ride bikes, or throw softballs back-and-forth.  I’m not sure who’s idea it was to make crunchy sandwiches, but I liked it and still do this occasionally.  

We would chitchat at lunch and of course…giggling like crazy all the time! She is still my best friend and I wish we lived close enough to continue this lunchtime tradition.

Day 8: Death to Adverb

Go to a café or place and write about something I see that inspires me minus adverb usage.

I went to a used bookstore and yet another book by a fellow blogger caught my eye.  Regretsy the cover made me smile right away and the first few pages I laughed out loud (can we use these words in writing anymore?  Or is it forevermore-LOL).  I knew for $3.95 it was a keeper.  😀

I gather inspiration from others’ successes.  I’m also learning a thing or two from their process and experiences.  Getting absorbed by this book, I’m almost wanting to be featured by regretsy.com.

Go ahead.  I give complete permission to laugh at my art or jewelry and then someone will think it’s quaint or odd enough to yeah, purchase it.  I’ve thought about opening an Etsy store, but I have not gotten past the nameing…I know I should just do it already!

I even own a savorski crystal bedazzler that I can’t seem to figure out what to do with.  Any suggestions?   Watch out regretsy!  I might be inspired to create some craptacular bedazzled art.  What do you bedazzle?  Handbags?

Since I’m talking about this book, I wanted to share a link to her blog.  I’m disappointed that I found out, she is no longer blogging and shut it down early 2013.  Info here and I did find a few pics with comments, here.  My favorite is the mason jar full of gum balls with a doll head covered in gumball “hair”.  😛

I’m glad I have the book to laugh at.  A nice reminder of what used to be online.  It’s kind of sad she didn’t just slow down a bit.  A blog should be fun.  A place to express your creative self.  Sounds like her hobby became a chore to be loathed…that is Kind of sad 😂

Day 7:  Give and Take

Fear and Courage tend to argue in my head all the time… It’s a never-ending battle where sometimes I meet them in the middle, give into those fears, or stand up in my Courage.  

Here is an argument between them: 

“I have had enough of you, Fear.  I give her the best messages.  What she needs to hear”, said Courage.  

“Oh….SHUT UP!  You are so snooty and get up on your high horse far too often!”, Fear said.  

“No need to insult me.  I know she likes it when I tell her – never give up“, said Courage.  “She wishes you would shut it and put a lid on all your cheerleader rah rah sayings… My messages are much easier.  She loves a, why try” , said Fear.

 Courage took a breath and responded, “In the end she will listen to me over you.”  “Don’t be so sure of yourself”, Fear said.  “Why do you assume that anyway?”  

“Because my positive voice is softly singing her a melodious chorus”, said Courage.  “She prefers the calm sureness that only I can bring to her.”

 “She yearns to hear a you can do it over you are so stupid or quit trying. You put her down”, exclaimed Courage.  “What are you her night in shining armor?  Go away!  She wants nothing to do with you.  All she knows is how to be stuck in me”, said Fear. 

“Call me what you want, but I won’t give up on her,” said Courage.  “She needs me and who wants to live life the easy way anyway?  Life is not worth it, if it’s all peaches and ice cream.”

Shut up”, said Fear.  “If that’s all you got…. I think she’ll have no problem tuning you out”, said Courage.

Day 6:  A Character Study

Write about an interesting person I’ve met this year who has recently entered my life.

My interesting person entered my life at Hub fitness in Pilates class.  I recall her excited introduction after class, “Hi my name is Rebecca!” “I’m Lisa”, I said in return.  Chatting each time we took Pilates together.  We learned more about each other.  After a few classes I invited her to walk with me.  Now when our schedules permit we walk on Wednesdays.  😃

Her hair light brown and wispy.  Her body tall, thin and so delicate.  It’s no surprise that her slight fingers pluck away at a harp.  Even her voice is light and airy almost a whisper when she speaks.  When we walk together she sort of floats along the path sashaying side to side.  Her voice singing small tidbits about her life.

Last week she excitedly showed me her babies first ultrasound picture, “See the baby is waving!”  Today she’s very glad her morning sickness is over!   Yeah!!!

Surprisingly, Rebecca plays the organ as well.  I think organist are fewer and far between these days, more and more anyway.  Many churches replace the organ with piano or keyboard.  She plays for one of the remaining churches that still has an organ.  She’s so dainty it’s easier to imagine her playing the harp versus an organ.

She is newly married, young and carefree with an aura of cuteness about her.  She’s probably 10 years younger than me.  I’m looking forward to our friendship growing and meeting  her husband and adorable baby.  Our friendship is blossoming and that’s exciting!  Hopefully, it will bloom too.  I love interesting friends!

*This assignment was the toughest for me yet…how did I do?  Can you see Rebekah or is something missing?