I believe in an eternal awareness where the soul or spirit remains aware of the ones they have left behind and as we each enter a different dimension or life there is a continued renewal of future generations. In keeping with this belief, I have begun a small web site and hope it will grow as I gather new information. For now, it is my first step in saluting those who have gone on before and made the earth a better place for having been here. I especially want to pay tribute to my grandmother, Nancy Elizabeth, who assistd me in learning about strength and a special tribute to a little half-brother (my Sonny Boy), who left me when we were so young, but the spiritual mark he left with me lasted a lifetime.
I hope I have represented a part of America that was loyal, patriotic and ever hopeful of an even greater country as the years go by. It is your right as an American to have the right of freedom that you have enjoyed. Your right to believe what you want to believe and a right to live that life as long as you don't infringe on the rights of another and "obey the laws of the land." Although I don't always agree with all laws, I appreciate the right to try, with help to change those laws.
I am presenting links to additional sites where there has been a great amount of research completed. They have made my small presentation so much easier.
This is the beginning of my story..............
My mother nee: Edna Tappana, and me, Dolores Loraine to forever be known as "Boots", a nickname given at birth by my mom, and named after a comic strip, called: "Boots And Her Buddies." If you ever saw the comic strip, I am told you would recognize the character, but not the hair (hers was blonde).
Oh no, you mean I have to go to school? They may not be ready for me. <grin>
And then there was high school and hopefully learning......
Now a mommy with two growing boys. Boy, I know what continuing education, career, work, worry is.
Several grandchildren have now arrived and I've been fighting Multiple Sclerosis for many, many years, but life continues and happiness can be found in so many places.
"Ain't It Funny How Time Slips Away" Now this is getting old, but M S hasn't kept me from standing on my own two feet, but 'gettin kinda hard now! Oh well; they say I was always stubborn, so maybe it kept me goin'.
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Years have now passed and no more pictures, but I still manage to get around some in my home with a wheel chair or walker. Determined to the end. Good genes! <grin>
I remember days as a young mother with Multiple Sclerosis, that it seemed life was overwhelming and it was easy to be depressed. Two events changed my life forever ;
One really difficult day I looked at the sky from my bedroom window and realized I had a beautiful painting that not one other person in the world had. This view was entirely mine, just as others had their picture. God made this painting just for me and it was beautiful. I looked at the tree with a brand new insight. This tree grew for me and shared each leaf changing a bit each day as the season passed. The flower vines on the arbor, how sweet the smell! I went to the window that night and my painting had changed into a clear, starlight sky with tiny rays of the moon playing peekaboo with my eyes. The flowers glistened with dew and I could hear the night birds. How wonderful! As the days went by and I looked from my window, I saw an ever changing scene like an aquarium and the joy I got when birds flew into view. Birds, birds, birds! I had always loved those little messengers from angels that brightened my days. Only God could have made this wonderful scene and only man could make the changes. I could not ever change the heart of man, but I could accept the beautiful painting that God had made for me and enoy the view each and every day.
The second time I had an awareness of how we as people seem to wallow in the dark days. I was sitting near the fireplace enjoying the warmth when I began relections of my yesterdays. Some were sad, many painful, but "oh my" the days that made me glad to be alive. When one of my kids made me laugh or showed me a new tooth. I took a pad and pen and made three columns. One the good days, one so-so days, one the bad days. As I started the bad days seemd to be filling my pad, but then I looked at each bad day and found something good had usually happened that day, so it became a so-so day. Then I thought of the days in the park with the kids or their baby days or the rainbow that was an unusual one that lasted and lasted over my home. Spring days out fishing with the family, dancing (oh I really loved to dance), or playing my piano. A first love. The fragrance of flowers! My days of goodness and happiness was so many more than the black days, that I realized I had a wonderful life and it really is what we make of it or how we view it. To those reading this. I hope your days are filled with gladness as my days have been.
