May 25, 2013

Has it really been that long since I posted? 
We have been busy cleaning up and rearranging our Historical Society Museum which will open for the summer in mid-June.  I have so enjoyed having so many helping hands this year.   We rearranged our military section, which brought to focus the reason for Memorial Day.  Please take some time out of your 3-day weekend, from your camping, traveling, cook outs, etc, to remember why Memorial Day exists.  Even if you have not lost a member of your family through serving in our military, there are so many who have given their lives for each of us.  We are grateful!  Let our actions show it.

At the museum, we are doing an inventory of items donated, collectibles and photos. Most of the old photos are not labeled, so finding some that are is pure joy!
 

 
Here is a photo that is labeled, and one of these ladies is my husband's grandmother, which was a big surprise because she is not from this town.  This photo is labeled 1904, which I had guessed by their "turn of the century" hats. We wonder about this photo, what are their connections to one another, and were they all dressed up for.....tea?

We found a couple of items we couldn't identify, and that's where two (or three or four) heads are better than one.  Soon we realized we had to keep focused, because it would have been so easy to look through all of the pictures and really take a walk through time.  There'll be time for that in the next step.

We've got a few more days at the museum as we are putting a new display in our feature display case and then we'll have to make the signs.  We have a very small museum, but we're proud of the story it tells to the world.  We have three other museums in our small town, plus two in the next town, so we must work diligently to focus and not overlap.

I see a big red sun staring me in the face, so it's time to get started on my day.  It's been nice chatting with you.  Have you labeled your pictures? However you spend your next few days, have a great weekend! SB

May 16, 2013

TWO DAYS

There are two days in every week about which you should not worry;
two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of the days is YESTERDAY with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. 
YESTERDAY has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. 
We cannot undo a single act we performed;
We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone.
 
The other day we should not worry about is TOMORROW,
with its possible adversaries, its burdens,
its large promise and poor performance.
Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds --
But it will rise.  Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow for it is as yet unborn.
 
 
This leaves only one day - TODAY. 
Any man can fight the battles of just one day. 
 It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
 - yesterday and tomorrow - that we break down. 
It is not the experience of today that drives men mad
 - it is remorse or bitterness for something which happened yesterday
 and the dread of what tomorrow may bring. 
Let us therefore live but one day at a time.
 
                                                                                                         --Author Unknown

SPRING CLEANING - a time for renewal and finding serenity

I have been bit - or should I say stung - by the cleaning bug.  It has taken so long for the snow to melt and the air to warm up here in Northern Michigan, and that is Northern as in "above the Mackinac Bridge" that I feel like a child going out to play!

I don't know how you feel about cleaning or other household tasks, but when I am in the mood to do so, I don't want to let anything else get in my way.  I finally had a week with very few commitments, and since the sun was shining, and it was above 60 degrees (F), I got right to the task at hand.  When I was working, I didn't have the energy (or interest) in cleaning my house, room by room, from top to bottom.  But I'm finding that in the few years that I've been retired, I am really interested - shocked, actually - that I enjoy and take great pride in cleaning my house.  I never would have thought that washing the dishes was therapeutic either, but I have been pleasantly surprised by this too.  It is a time for renewal.

When I am cleaning or doing up a few dishes that don't go in the dishwasher, my mind is always wandering.  I'm thinking about things that matter, and often things that don't.  Perhaps I'm remembering the conversations of the past day, or planning what I'm going to do next. 

When I was spring cleaning my bedroom yesterday, I found some