Tuesday, December 18, 2012


A thin flat piece of material (usually wood) fastened horizontally at a distance from the floor to hold objects is defined a shelf.  Of course, the objects placed upon the shelves are completely left to the one owning the shelf.  The following picture is such a group of shelves.

These shelves belonged to my Granny Ewen.  The picture was taken in the early 1960's. [Not sure of the exact date.]  It contains the items that Granny thought were important to her.

Let's see.  There are cups and plates along the lower most shelf.  It would certainly be helpful in getting to them when all the family was around to eat.

The next shelf contains a radio, clock and some unclear items.   Music and time...or time for music...or just what time is it...could all be handled from this shelf.

The third shelf contains plants.  It looks like ivy.  Plants growing over the plates, clock, radio, and those things below.  Granny must have been a good plant "grower" and "waterer"  to keep things out those objects below.  [She did love plants.]

The forth and fifth selves contain some objects that were probably not needed very often.  Jugs, fancy cups, a plate nailed to the side, etc., etc...those kinds of things you want to show, but not have any touch. [Or break when I was around.]

The shelves of our lives contain all kinds of stuff.   They tell others what is important to us in a way that nothing else can tell.  These were Granny Ewen's shelves.  What do your shelves tell about you?

Saturday, December 8, 2012


Can you believe it.  It is just hanging there.  Move it a little this way...that way...ouch it hurts.  I can't sleep...I can't eat...I can't smile because of it.   Dad just wants to grab hold of it and yank it out.   Mom wants to wiggle it a little at a time until it just falls out.  My brother wants to tie a string around it, then tie the other end of the string to the bedroom door knob, and slam the door shut on it.  What...are you kidding me...it won't work.  

Anyway, it has got to come out sometime.  Maybe if I just pretend it doesn't exist...maybe it will just go away... or fall out all by itself.  Nope...doubt it.   Hey...life will go on in spite of it.  Well enough already...it is time to go out and play... or is it?