Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Friday, April 7, 2017

Happy Birthday Stephen!


Time flies by...it really does.  I don't know about "time really flies as you get older", I've not had that feeling.  Most of the time days go by quickly.  My son, Stephen and his wife live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin...and I haven't seen them in quite a few years [?5?]  Haven't been back to Wisconsin and now that I'm on my own, I don't think I want to travel 5 1/2 hours from Michigan to Wisconsin, through Chicago, with 3 dogs.  And I can't/won't board them.

But...today is his Birthday.  I find it hard to believe that I have a son his age...but I do.  He is 47 today!  Happy Birthday son!  I love you and miss you guys.  Maybe you could plan a trip to see me?!  I'd love that.  Have a nice dinner tonight as you celebrate, oops...that's right you said you don't celebrate birthdays, at least not your own.

MOM

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day Tribute

MY DAD
"It doesn't matter who my father was it matters
who I remember he was."  Anne Sexton, poet 
In the center of this collage is my Dad (from about 1964 or 1965) - on the right is my youngest son Jeffrey (41 yrs old) and on the left is my oldest son Stephen (42 yrs old) and myself.  I think...
you can clearly see the family resemblance. 

I want to share a few things about my dad and the 3 things I remember most about my dad are:

April 16, 1922 - April 27, 1993
1 - His crazy sense of humor, especially when his older brother, Ralph was around.  :)  They would pour my grandma (their mom) a very full cup of coffee and then proceed to shake the dining table so the coffee would slosh around and splash out onto the saucer.  Grandma liked the cookies that have a chocolate cookie base, with marshmallow, covered with chocolate on top.  She'd put one of those on a small plate and inevitably, my dad or my uncle would say,"Ma, is that soft?" as they were poking their finger in the middle of it.  Take the 2 of them (dad and uncle) to a grocery store - you'd have to make sure they didn't have filled squirt guns!!  Yes...grown men!!  One would go down the aisle and the other would stand looking down the next aisle.  The one would direct the other to a spot NEAR a customer in the other aisle...and thumbs up, meant fire away with the squirt gun!!  Then off they went again.

Wonder where I get my sense of humor?  Blame it on them!!!  Although I've never taken a loaded squirt gun into any store!!

2 - Dad loved driving and taking us on vacations - especially to New York.  We lived in Wisconsin and dad's brother lived in New York...so we made pretty regular trips.  Dad had a great sense of direction - I don't ever remember him getting lost!  Since I got car-sick relatively easy, he devised a plan where I would study the map, using a marker to map our route (with his help).  Then, while driving, he's ask me where we were and what he needed to look for next (town's name, something).  Not only did this keep my mind off becoming sick, it help him stay awake.  We drove mostly through the night...while my sister and mother slept.  Worked great.

As a side bonus:  I have a GREAT sense of direction...and never get lost.  I think I have a built-in compass.

Mom & Dad on their Wedding Day -  September, 1947

(they divorced in 1979)
3 - Dad loved cars.  He loved everything about cars.  He knew year, make and model of nearly every car that passed us going anywhere.  Since I was the oldest - and there were no boys in our family, I began playing the game with him.  To this day...I can still tell the difference between a 1928-29 and 1930-31 Model A Ford!  That's right.  Not only did he like cars, he worked on cars and a hobby...and side business.  When I was a junior in high school, I helped my dad tow the frame of his old car home, so that he could restore the Model A Ford.  

Dad with His 1928 Model A Ford

I learned alot about cars - I knew I heard a noise, something that hadn't been there before...and I'd tell him.  He and I would figure out what the problem was and then he'd show me how to fix it.  I've changed my tires, changed my oil, replaced radiator hoses (upper & lower), air filter and other things.  I've even helped out men who were having car problems.  They thought it was kind of odd that I knew more than they did!  That was just my dad - he wanted me to know, in case I ever had a problem - so that I could take care of myself.

I still miss my dad - after all these years.  Especially, when I hear something in my car that could be a problem.  (Hubby knows nothing about cars and is one of those men who thinks it's odd that I could possibly know more about a car than him!  HA!)  I miss him on Holidays, on his Birthday and on My Birthday.  I think I always will.

One more thing...I'll never forget the smile on his face when he walked me down the aisle on my Wedding Day in 1969.  It was the softest smile I'd ever seen on his face - perhaps a balance of smile and almost crying...although he never cried that day.

Memories!  Love you Dad!!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

To All Mothers...

Enjoy your day!!  Be blessed!
When my oldest son, Stephen was a child, he gave me this hand-written Mother's Day Card, which I will cherish forever.  What a sweet child he was and he grew up to be a wonderful man.  One Mother's Day, he wrote me this beautiful card, filled with words every mother
longs to hear.


Here we are together - while I was in Wisconsin, on vacation a few years ago.  I don't get to see him very often, since I haven't been able to travel back to Wisconsin in several years.  He is so busy with his business, home, his wife...and his dogs, that he seldom is even able to get away from it all.  He's not been able to take a vacation and come here to my home in Michigan.

I have another son, Jeffrey.  He lives in Wisconsin too and he is 14 months younger than Stephen.  I haven't seen him or spoken to him in years.  Quite some time ago, he decided he didn't need or want a mother...but he still has one...ME!

I Love you Stephen & Jeffrey!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Flashback Friday - A Baby

This week, for Flashback Friday, I decided to share a very special event...A Baby Boy Was Born.  On April 6, 1970, at 11:41 am this precious child entered our lives.  We Named Our Son, Stephen Craig.  The Oval Picture was his 1st Birthday and it was done by a professional.  I took the other pictures...and see how cutely he smiled for me?  He was such a good Baby.  No fussing, slept well, potty trained by 14 months of age and he was always smiling!  This is his Photo Album.  He was a good boy...did well in school, is very personable, quite the talker, creative, works hard and has inherited
his good looks and personality from me, of course.  *tongue in cheek*  He's turned into a fantastic man, who cares about people.  He planned his wedding to Lindsay!  And it was absolutely beautiful. 
This is his Family

Stephen is in front on the right...
Younger Brother Jeffrey on the left...
Dad in back on the right...
and
Mommy on the left.

By now, you've probably guessed,
This is my Son, Stephen.

He has made me so proud to be his Mom.
I love you, Son.
Stephen on the Front Porch Steps at His Great-Grandmas House
with His Younger Brother, Jeffrey {14 months younger}
Stephen's growing up here, as you can tell,
Scouts, Webelos, with His Grandmother, Young Boy
and Young Man.

How time flies.
One year, he gave me this hand-written Mother's Day Card.
It meant more to me than just about anything 
else he could have ever given to me.  

I kept it all these years.
Stephen, the Cub Scout
Here, Stephen is standing shoulder deep in a snow drift in our driveway!

We had only shoveled a path up the driveway after a huge snowstorm.
Good looking young man, wouldn't you say?
All dressed up...
Here he is on his Wedding Day, on June 24, 2010, when he Married Lindsey.

You may remember the Post I wrote about their Wedding Day.
The Happy Couple
You may also recall another Story by Stephen...

About his wife, their 2 dogs and him going Christmas Tree Shopping.
You have to read the post... 

I certainly don't feel old enough to have a son who is going to be 44 on Sunday!  Stephen and I are alot alike.  We're determined, thoughtful, outspoken, driven, hardworking and he's a terrific son.

Stephen, 
...Sending you love, hugs and kisses
and Lots of Happy Birthday Wishes...Have a wonderful Day!

Love,
Mom, Tom & the Pups

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Friday, March 21, 2014

FlashBack Friday - Ralph Hermann

  
Mr. Ralph Hermann
He was born 100 years ago - quite the FlashBack!  Now, what do I know about Ralph Hermann?  Why would I know anything about Ralph Hermann?  What did he do?  Do you know what he was famous for?   Well, let me tell you...he was my Uncle - My Dad's Brother.  He lived in New York.  He worked for ABC.  He was a musician, composer and director.  He was very talented, being able to play numerous musical instruments, write entire musical scores for plays, conduct orchestras...and teach.When he was conducting the Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra, which he did often, he was quite serious - well sometimes.  Even then, he was known to crack some kind of joke
and start people laughing.  He was ALWAYS late for everything.  He'd make plans to be at our house for dinner and be so late, my mom would be furious, thinking the meal was ruined!  

Born February 9, 1914, In Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Died July 24, 1994, In Manhasset, New York

Ralph Hermann is Seated at the Piano, holding the Saxophone

There are videos and an audio recording of some of my 
Uncle's Music at the bottom of this post.  Don't miss it!
Ralph Hermann & His Wife, Josephine

Well, let me tell you why I selected Ralph Hermann as my first FlashBack Friday.  He is my Uncle and Josephine in the picture above is my Aunt.
Ralph Hermann (on the right), with his Brother William - Yes, you guessed it...William, Uncle Ralph's Baby Brother, is My Father.
Ralph Hermann in his later years
Josephine Hermann (Ralph's Widow) in center, Daughter, Jeanne at left

And that makes Jeanne above, my Cousin.  We were only several months apart in age.  She has 2 younger sisters and a younger brother.  I had 2 younger sisters...no brothers.  While we lived 1,000 miles apart - her in New York, me in Wisconsin - her family would occasionally come back to Wisconsin and we would travel to New York to visit.

Now...for more about who the Man, Ralph Hermann was... 

First, let me share with you How I Saw My Uncle (and my dad)...He was of course my Dad's Brother, My Uncle.  He was funny, almost always laughing and being silly.  

Not My Uncle's Car

He also tinkered with Model T Fords.  I remember being about 10 or 11 years old, on a trip to New York, seeing my Uncle's Model T Ford he'd restored.  It was fabulous!
When he and my dad would get together, oh my word, they were hilarious.  They'd do just about anything to create laughter.  They were not overweight men, but they were grown.  Imagine 2 grown men, huffing and puffing, pushing and shoving, both trying to get through a normal sized door opening at the same time.  I mean...the antics these 2 pulled off...cracked everyone up.  

When we'd go to my Grandmother's (their Mom) house for Sunday Dinner, they knew what she did right up to calling us to the table.  Her last stop was the bathroom...to tidy up and wash her hands.  The 2 of them would sneak into the hallway and take the hinge pins out of the door and leave the door sitting in the hinge like the pins were holding it.  She'd go to the door...and yep...she'd scream and say, "Boys, what did you do now?"  And then she'd laugh...we'd all laugh.  This was every time we were there.  If my Uncle wasn't there, dad would do it alone.  She knew.  One time I even saw her holding the door, just so she could move it to get in...and scream!

Something else my uncle and dad did was...shake the table and pour Grandma a very FULL cup of coffee.  Of course the coffee would spill on to the saucer and grandma would TskTsk them and ask, is that what I taught you?  Then everyone laughed.

Some of the funniest moments with the 2 of them was going to the Grocery Store.  One of them was the look-out while the other held a fully-loaded SQUIRT GUN.  One, usually my dad, would stand at the end of an aisle and motion to my Uncle where there was a person in the aisle next to him.  He'd then point his Squirt Gun over the shelves and squirt away...always connecting with someone.  There would be screeches and shrieks...and hysterical laughing going on.  In those days, no one got into trouble doing something like that - not even 2 grown men.

Now...on to the way the World Saw Ralph Hermann      

His early musical education received from the school system in Milwaukee. A long career as an instrumentalist started in junior high school, when he played for a “Kiddie Revue”, and culminated with his performances with various name bands including those of Freddy Martin and Jimmy Dorsey.  At his high school graduation, he was awarded the Milwaukee Civic Music Medal for outstanding musical contributions. 

Pianist, composer, songwriter, publisher, conductor, musician and arranger, educated at the Wisconsin Conservatory and Northwestern University and in private music study with Dick Koebner and Harvey Krueger. He was a musician in local orchestras and in the Wisconsin Symphony, and toured in bands. Eventually he joined the staff at WTMJ (Milwaukee) as a musician, conductor and arranger. In 1953 he joined ABC as a staff conductor, and he also began free-lance composing and arranging about that time, and then a music publisher.

He served in General Bradley’s 12th Army Orchestra in Germany as a pianist and arranger. 

During World War II, he founded the Weisbaden Symphony as well as a dance band. 

Joining NBC as a choral arranger, he eventually joined the NBC Symphony under Arturo Toscanini and went on to arrange for Guy LombardoAndre KostelanetzDinah Shore, and Jane Pickens.  

His post-military career included local and national positions with NBC and ABC. Beyond his formal training at Northwestern University, Mr. Hermann is known to have studied in New York with Vittorio Giannini. His award-winning compositions include over 60 works for wind band, as well as film scores, radio music, and jazz charts. He worked as an arranger for the major broadcasting networks.  

He wrote for saxophone and clarinet artist Al Callodoro and saxophone soloist Eugene Rousseau. His works range from Concerto for Horn and North Sea Overture to arrangements of music from Tosca and a medley from Porgy and Bess.


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Ralph Hermann, ConductorDies 

on July 24, 1994

In Manhasset, New York


Now...click on the Studen Driver Car to Listen to a Score My Uncle Wrote about Student Drivers...




Here are a couple of Videos of  Musical Scores
Ralph Hermann wrote...Give a Listen and Enjoy!

Clarinet on the Town...Written by Ralph Hermann
The clarinet section is featured in this 1960 composition that contrasts two moods. The Prelude possesses the rich and full sound characteristic of grand theater productions; the Caprice is gay and spirited, showing the full range of the clarinet’s musical flexibility. The other sections of the ensemble provide the support and background color to make this piece complete and interesting.


Concerto for Horn...Written by Ralph Hermann

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Wedding, Homes & Leopard

Hi, I'm Jan and I've been blogging for about 5 years and in November, 2012 I began this Blog - The Comfort of a Safe Place.  Perhaps you will remember me from Jan & Tom's Place, Rose Haven or Always Designing.  I really am enjoying this Blog.

Some of the things I love doing in my spare time are - crocheting, sewing, jewelry design, cooking and baking (trying out new recipes)...
Pinning and Pinterest, Designing my Blog and helping others with their Blogs, Interior Design work and caring for our Pups.  Please, check my Navigation Bar up at the top, under my Banner, I have some important features there, that you may want to check out - and yes, they do sometimes change!


Now, I'd like to share a few of my Favorite Posts on my Blog, so you can get to know me and see what I'm all about.  One of my all time favorite posts and one that is near and dear to my ♥ is of my oldest son, Stephen and his wedding to Lindsey.  They make a beautiful couple.


After much work on Stephen's part,
They married in June of 2010 in Wisconsin. 

You can see their Dream Wedding post, HERE.



I love going on Home Tours and touring the DeVilbiss Mansion  in Toledo, Ohio was no exception.   At the time, Mr CSP and I were looking  into fulfilling our dream of being B&B Owners.  Although this Mansion needed considerable work, at the price it was listed, it would have been an incredible value.  Take a look for yourself HERE.   


I LOVE Leopard Print and I share that passion on Pinterest!






Friday, October 12, 2012

In Memory of...My Sister, Gail


Twelve Years ago today - in the evening hours, Gail passed away.  She was 47 years old.  She left behind her husband, John; mother, Mary; two sisters, Jan & Barb, many nieces & nephews and friends.
GONE TOO SOON
Gail and I always celebrated our Birthdays together.  Hers was October 12, 1952.  I was the first-born child in our family and I was born on October 8th, 1949.  We were 3 years and 4 days apart, so it was convenient to have our Birthday... celebrations on the same day.  We celebrated 47 birthdays together and then she was gone. 

For many, many years, Gail had been treated for Fibromyalgia - all the symptoms she had didn't all fit any other category, so the Doctors decided that was what she had.  She dieted, watched what she ate and didn't touch desserts.  Sometimes she looked like she starved herself.  I encouraged her to eat...and she just wrinkled her nose the way she always did and that was that.

By mid-March of 2000, some of the symptoms she had previously were getting worse, so the Doctors decided more tests should be scheduled.   A week or so later, near the end of March, she called me to say that the Doctors - in one of the tests - had found a mass.  That's all she said, well, other than she had to have some other things done and then have surgery, which was scheduled for about 10 days later - sometime before the 15th of April.  She never wanted to know more than she needed to know, so she didn't ask the doctors many questions.  And she and her husband didn't want to talk about it with anyone either.  

(beginning clockwise with the upper left photo is Gail &her husband, John; Gail & Me; Gail, holding her nephew, Bradley; Gail & John; Gail)

The surgery day arrived and I was at the hospital with other family members.  By then, we knew that the mass was in her colon and it could be a polyp, a tumor and it could be benign or cancerous.  The Doctor had given us a time frame of about 3-4 hours for surgery and recovery before Gail would be back in her room.  We would be updated if timing changed.  While everyone else went for breakfast and coffee, I remained behind...thinking I might be needed earlier than what the Doctor had planned.  And, I was glad I did.  Because, less than an hour and a half later, Gail was wheeled back into her room and I was the only one there.  I was speaking to the nurse outside her room, when Gail started calling "Mommy"!...so I told the nurse to call the others and I went into the room to see if I could help my sister.

Gail was all doped up and kind of drifted in and out and was pulling up her gown, to see what they did to her.  I don't think she even realized what she was doing.  When she did, I saw a huge long incision (much different than what the Doctor had told us to expect), all bandaged up.  After working as a Nurse's Aide for several years, I knew the quickness of the surgery, the much longer incision and everything else wasn't a good sign, but I didn't have long to think about it as everyone showed up a few minutes later.  They were all in joyous mood that Gail was OK and back in her room all done having surgery.  I stepped back outside the room with the nurse when she left after doing her quick "check" on Gail.

I just came out and said what I was thinking and telling her how I knew it wasn't good.  I was certain they had found more "mass" than they figured and had just biopsied it and closed her back up.  She just patted me on the shoulder and hung her head and there were tears welling in her eyes.  I knew.
I learned that the cancer indeed was very invasive, beginning in her colon and had spread to her liver and other areas of her body, as well.

Gail never went for further surgery, as a matter of fact, before she had even recuperated from the surgery, while she was still in the hospital, I began to notice that the whites of her eyes were turning yellow.  I asked the nurse about it saying that I again figured the cancer had gotten to her liver...and the nurse said that jaundice is often something people with serious cancer that has spread have.  Gail was in the hospital 9 days.
When she left the hospital, she was in alot of pain and found it difficult to sit upright or to lay down on a bed. I went out to the LaZ-Boy store and bought her a recliner.  She was so pleased that within an hour after getting home, I arrived with the recliner and 2 guys that could carry it up to her place.  Gail had less than 2 glorious months sleeping and sitting in that recliner in front of her huge living room window.

Then in early June, she went to Hospice.

She spent less than 30 days there.

She was made comfortable and we could visit any time we wanted, day or night.  That was good, because I worked retail sales, sometimes 9am-9pm, 6 days a week.

On June 30th, I had already - a month or more in advance - made plans to move.  The relationship I was in for 2 years had disintegrated and I found myself a new apartment.  Early in the morning, I stopped at the Hospice and sat with my sister.  I massaged her favorite hand cream into her hands.  I applied her body lotion to her arms and legs.  Though she was in a coma, I knew she could hear me and she would know what I was doing...I just knew it.  I sang to her...some of the songs we sang together as teenagers.  I told her it was my moving day AGAIN.  Again?  Yes, again.  It was probably Move #35 or something like that and as her typical self, that nose of hers wiggled like she was always known to do.  I told you I knew she could hear me.  Then I said the hardest thing I've ever said, "I know you're tired and if you have to go before I come back to see you again, it's OK.  I understand.  We'll all be OK."  Then I kissed her and hugged her and walked out of her room.  I said good-bye to the nurses on my way out and told them I didn't think I'd see Gail alive again.  We all hugged.  I left.  

Then, as I was bringing the last box into my new apartment, the phone rang.  It was my youngest sister calling to tell me Gail had died.  The guys and my ex, who helped me move left.  And I just sat in the darkness of my new apartment til I fell asleep.

That night I had a dream of Gail walking in the park on the corner, across from my apartment.  I was with her and she was walking without pain, her face full of color, laughing and talking with me.  (I have no idea what she said, I just knew she was talking.)  She did tell me how good she felt and how happy she was to be pain-free.  We got to the pond, where I had to turn to go back home - she went the other way, waving at me.  When I woke up, I honestly could smell her perfume...something she hadn't worn since before she went to have her surgery.

I know she's in a better place - feeling good - being happy and no longer in pain.
But, even 12 years later, I miss her.  ♥