Take Care Of Business

I am an open and friendly (not flirtatious) person. Of course there are exceptions but most people like me. And I like most of them.

Unfortunately that does sometimes cause problems.

My husband had a man he had business dealings with. If my husband was not available I took care of business.

So I will call this man Sam. He was nice enough and I was as friendly with him as I was other men and women we dealt with. I guess he misinterpreted my actions.

He began calling me when he knew my husband was not home. It began to be almost every night while I was fixing supper. 

I told him it was not good to call me. I was taking care of my children and husband. 

One day there was a knock at my back door. When I answered there stood Sam.

He told me he had come through the alley so neighbors would not see. There was no alley. I told him I had nothing to hide from anyone.

I allowed him in and told him my husband was at work. My children were home with me. 

We spoke for a few minutes and I let him out the front door.

That evening I told my husband that he needed to do something. Because of business I would still have to deal with Sam occasionally. But I had not been able to convince him that I was just being nice. I was not interested in anything more.

My husband said no more to me. But after that if Sam was around for business he was courteous but no more. I was myself and comfortable.

Good husband.

Find A Good Book

My children went to Detroit Public Schools. There are not many good teachers there.

I realized one day that one of my sons could not read. 

Of course I went to visit his teacher the next day. My son was 7 years old. And he could not read. 

I talked to the teacher for quite a while. She told me that she was afraid of my son. If she would announce that it was time for the class to get out their workbooks he would just cross his arms and stare at her. 

I said, " He is 7 years old. Tell him to take out his workbook!"

My children were taught to mind adults. However like all children if they see a weakness they will exploit it.

At the end of our meeting I asked if there was an extra reading book that I could take home. I would work with him at home. She was happy to give me one.

Now I love to learn. It comes easily to me. But I am not meant to be a teacher. The patience needed is not in me. But I wanted my children to be educated so we went to work.

Then the following week my son came home with an armload of books. I was expected to teach every subject his grade was learning. Back to the school I went.

This time I spoke to the principal. I explained that I wanted to help with his reading but his teacher was being paid to teach. I could not be responsible for the rest. 

He explained that the teacher was going through a nasty divorce. So she takes it to work and does not have to do a good job because she cannot control her feelings?

I was talking to my neighbor later and venting my frustration. She informed me that her daughter had the same teacher a few years earlier. Her divorce had been final at least 10 years ago. 

So I taught my son to read. As a matter of fact I had to teach all of my children to read. They are all very intelligent so it was not difficult.

I am happy to say that they are voracious readers today. No thanks to that 2nd grade teacher and all the others.

Why A Vacation

 I am back from vacation. 

I did not go to some exotic resort or any place fun.

Within less than a week I lost 3 family members who were dear to me.

My husband's younger brother died. He had been ill for a long time. He was the last of the siblings in the family.

He was as much a brother to me as my brothers with whom I shared parents. He left his wife, seven children, and a number of grandchildren.

Then a niece's husband suffered a massive brain hemorrhage. He was a registered nurse and highly admired by many people.

The doctors told my niece immediately that they did not expect him to live.  Modern medicine helped him live in a coma for a short time. My niece, her children, and grandchildren are devastated.

The only cousin I had who was my age died. She had a few medical problems as we do as we age. Left behind is her husband who is not well and a house full of children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

I needed that time to deal with the knowledge they are gone. I am not looking for sympathy here. Our lives move on. I just wanted to let you know why I was gone. I am back now.

Vacation

 I need a vacation I will be gone for a couple of weeks or so. Talk to you when I am back.

Moms Know

My little boy was sick. As his mother I knew it.

He was listless. His eyes did not sparkle. He had no fever or any of the other obvious signs of illness. I am his mother and I knew something was wrong.

I took him to the doctor several times. Each time I was made to feel like I was imagining illness.

Finally I took him to another doctor. He did a few tests. Then he took an x-ray.

My little boy had pneumonia.

He had it the whole time. Medicine was prescribed. In only a few days he was running and playing with his brothers and neighborhood children. His eyes came alive.

Once the pneumonia was cleared he became completely healthy again. Today he is 6'3" tall. 

I am angry with myself because I knew he was sick. I took too long to have another doctor take a look. Moms should listen to themselves and then make others pay attention.

Bedtime

My brother went to sleep every night at 8 o'clock.

No matter where we were or what was happening he went to sleep at 8. We often found him curled up under a table.

When he was little one of my parents would scoop hum up and put him to bed. As he got older another problem developed.

He was too big to carry to bed. But if someone shook him to get him to go to bed he did not completely wake up.

In his sleep he would just mindlessly walk. We had to stop him from walking toward stairs or the picture window. 

We learned to let him get to his feet. Then we would gently hold his shoulders and guide him to bed. All would be fine.

I was talking to him on the phone not long ago. I was laughing with him about going to sleep at 8 every night. His wife laughed and said that he still does.

It is good to know that some things never change.

What Did It Look Like?

My mother was so talented. And she loved to write.

Mom mostly wrote short stories. I was quite young when she had a couple of her stories published in women's magazines.

Once she was very late coming home from a meeting with a publisher. I was about 6 years old and it was the very first time I made supper for the rest of my family.

I made a gourmet meal of scrambled eggs and toast. I am still proud of myself.

Back to Mom's stories. I have never seen anything she had published. I am guessing it may have been a little too racy for little eyes.

I have read other things Mom wrote. She has great stories. I am in awe of her brain.

However... my mother never met an adjective she did not like. She can use 30 different words to describe a pencil. It drives me insane.

It makes me think of the Elizabethan writing style. I felt that was too descriptive too.

It just goes to show that although I am like my mother in many ways description is not one of them.