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    • It’s personal

      Posted at 9:21 pm by missannsays, on December 21, 2012

      Last Friday as I heard the President address the nation about the events in CT, he stated “this is a national tragedy”.  I knew  as the story was unfolding that this event was a national tragedy.  There was no doubt the events of last Friday would affect us  all.  There was no doubt that we all would want to do something. We would all want to right the wrong and fix the problem so it doesn’t happen again. My prayer is  that we would remember that to those 27 families who lost a child (whether young or grown) it is personal.

      I understand a side of national tragedies that as a nation we don’t know. I don’t know the sorrow of losing a child but I do know the sorrow of losing a loved one in national tragedy.  And as I have said many times ” my daughters and I embarked on a journey we never expected to be on. We have had a personal loss in the midst of a national tragedy. And there is no handbook to tell you how to do that.”  A loss of a loved one is always a loss but when that loss happens in a way that  it throws you and your family into the center of something so much bigger than just your loss it can’t be understood unless you have lived it. Do you realize that the families of the victims of the CT shooting haven’t been able to turn the television, radio or computer on in the last week without being bombarded by “their loss”? It was proper and right that the President attended the interfaith service but do you really think they were excited to meet the President?  Those families in CT are grieving as the whole nation watches. Those families in CT are grieving as requests for interviews, comments and photos are being made by the media. Those families in CT are grieving as wonderful opportunities are being offered to them. Those families in CT are grieving for their children.

      I understand that we all want to do something. So please say a prayer, send a card, make a donation but also remember in the days, weeks, months and years ahead as Dec 14, 2012 becomes known as the date of the worst school shooting in history that 27 families had a personal loss that day. Because after a while we forgot that there were families that suffered personal losses at Columbine, or Virginia Tech or when the Challenger exploded, or in the Oklahoma City bombing, or on September 11, 2001. We start to focus on how it changed us as a nation but to the families it was personal.

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    • No words

      Posted at 12:05 am by missannsays, on December 15, 2012

      There are no words to explain what happened in Newtown, CT today. We know there was a terrible shooting. We know 20 children and 6 adults were killed. We know there are hundreds of children that have been traumatized.  We know the gunman killed himself. But there are no words that are adequate to describe the shock and disbelief that someone walked into a school and killed young children. It is totally unbelievable. I remember being shocked by Columbine, Virginia Tech, the Amish Schoolhouse shooting but this just seems worse. Is it because of the time of year?  Realizing that there are probably Christmas presents that have already been wrapped that will never be opened. Realizing there could be photo Christmas cards in the mail that picture a child that is now dead. My heart breaks for the families, and for the entire community.

      My heart breaks for us as a nation because we went over a line. I can’t even imagine what could happen after today that would be more shocking than what happened today in Newtown, CT. And that is unacceptable. “We” need to do whatever it takes to make sure our children are safe. And it isn’t more laws, security check points or surveillance cameras that will make them safe. It is treating each other with respect. It is caring for our families. It is caring for our neighbors. It is teaching our children that their life and everyone else’s life is sacred.  I don’t want laws to teach that. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles need to teach that. And this will get me in trouble with some people, I don’t even care how you teach it. If you are a Christian, Jew, Muslim or atheist just teach your children that they have value and so does everyone else.  Teach them to respect themselves and to respect others. And when they get older they will sort it out for themselves but teach them.  And when it is all said and done we will probably agree on more than we ever thought we could.  And even if we don’t agree, we can still talk and our children will be able to grow up and teach their children.

      I remember on December 21, 1988 watching the newscasts about  Pan Am flight 103 blowing up over Lockerbie, Scotland. And there is an image I will never forgot. There was a mother standing in the airport and she is told the plane exploded and she screams and collapses to the floor in total despair. That image haunted me today.  There is a verse in the book of Matthew that states:”A voice was heard in Ramah, Lamentation, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted because they were no more” Matthew 2:18

      We call a wife that lost her husband a widow. We call a husband that lost his wife a widower. But there is no word for a parent that lost a child. It is just the wrong order of things. Praying for peace that passes all understanding for the moms, dads, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends that lost a child today. 😦

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    • Super Shoppers & Super Storm Sandy

      Posted at 7:43 pm by missannsays, on December 9, 2012

      Yesterday a friend and I delivered a few Christmas gifts to the Tunnel to Tower distribution center for Hurricane Sandy Relief in Staten Island. It was an amazing experience. The looks on the faces of the volunteers when we walked in with 3 large shopping bags full of gifts was awesome. They were so appreciative. I felt guilty because what we did is nothing in comparison to what they are doing each and every day. Last week when I had called to inquire about the feasibility of delivering the gifts the woman on the phone had said “if you come on a Saturday maybe you could volunteer for a couple of hours.” I can tell you that I gained so much more than I gave yesterday. I am awed at the opportunities that the Lord puts before me.  Let me start at the beginning of how this all came to be.

      In the days and weeks since Hurricane Sandy, Warwick Valley Church of the Nazarene, my local church has collected money from all over the nation. Actually my Pastor, PB, has been the main person in this. (He will deny that but it is true) He has a lot of friends – real friends and Facebook friends that wanted to “do something”. One of the many things PB is good at is mobilizing people whether in person or through social media.  So money started arriving at WVCN. “We” used some of that money to purchase blankets, water and flashlights. People within our congregation and community donated more blankets, flashlights and water. And within one week of the storm those supplies went down to the effected areas. Some were also distributed in our local community.

      At the same time the Metro New York District Church of the Nazarene through SDMI started a Christmas gift drive for Hurricane Sandy Families. SDMI stands for Sunday School and Discipleship Ministries International. I am the Metro New York District Children’s Ministries Director.  The idea is that local churches/communities will collect Christmas gifts, then deliver them to a mission area collection site and then the gifts will be distributed to Hurricane Sandy families.  WVCN is a mission area collection site for the Northern zone and our gifts will go to Staten Island. We are also collecting in six other locations with those gifts going to Long Island, Far Rockaway and Jersey City. See Metro New York Church of the Nazarene on Facebook for further information. Anyone can contribute – the more, the merrier.

      Anyway, I mentioned the gift drive to PB and he came up with “Keep Calm and Shop with Pastor” event that took place on December 1 at 10:30. Kids from my church shopped at the local toy store and purchased gifts for the gift drive using the money that had been donated from all over the nation. Well, this blossomed into an amazing event. While the kids shopped at the toy store, teens and adults shopped at other local shops to purchase gifts for teens and adults. PB had contacted the store owners ahead of time and the store owners were thrilled with the idea and gave 20% discount as well as a no tax. YES!! The event was wonderful. The kids did a super job shopping. People commented on how well-behaved they were and what great gifts they had picked. I was thrilled when I realized we would be shopping in the local toy store – no electronics. If we had shopped in a big toy store, picking electronics would have been the first choice of many of the children. Shopping at the small local store gave way to the purchase of dolls, puzzles, books, crafts, dress up clothes and games. It was so fun seeing what the kids picked.  J is really into trains so he found a book about trains and two little trains for a kindergarten age boy. E loves dress up and she picked a fuzzy pink boa, gold wings and crown for a kindergarten age girl. It was delightful to watch. After shopping we all headed to church to wrap the gifts in clear cellophane. Thank God for cellophane bags. Because wrapping a hundred gifts with 17 children would have been something. And probably not something good. The adult and teen volunteers were wonderful and patient. Pizza was served for lunch. The gifts were placed under and around the tree and I was home by 2:30. The whole event was energizing but when I got home I needed a nap.

      The Church of the Nazarene doesn’t have any churches on Staten Island so we began seeking a place to deliver the gifts. A member of our church was born in Staten Island and still has family there so she started “finding” us a place to donate. And that is how I ended up at the “House of Crabs” – Tunnel to Tower collection location yesterday. While I was there another one of the other volunteers asked where we are from and I said Warwick Valley Church of the Nazarene. She mentioned she used to live in Port Jervis, and her husband is a firefighter. Conversation continues and she says “I met you about 10 years ago you are the woman who lives in Greenwood Lake.” Okay that is weird. 🙂

      When my friend and I left the center we drove towards the beach. Oh my!!! It was like we were in a third world country. I know it has been said before but you have to see it, to believe it. And that being said it is unbelievable – house after house boarded up, storefronts being cleaned out, tents distributing supplies, insurance company mobile units, the military, the police, debris, garbage, cars and trucks in the strangest places.  While we were stopped at a traffic light, I looked over and realized that the storefront being cleaned out was the local dancing school and with that I started to cry. The families and businesses affected my Hurricane aka Super Storm Sandy will need our help for a long time. This won’t be better soon. May we not grow weary in doing good. We are heading back to Staten Island next Saturday to deliver more gifts.

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    • My Dad and Larry Hagman

      Posted at 8:06 pm by missannsays, on November 25, 2012

      As a kid I remember hearing the story many times that my Dad and Larry Hagman had been in the Air Force together.  What I remember of the story was they were both stationed at the same Air Force base outside of London, England during the Korean War, and Larry Hagman was Mary Martin’s son.  I always found that kind of interesting that Peter Pan’s son was Major Nelson.  Yesterday as my mum told me the story again, she included details that I hadn’t heard before. As the story goes one day Mary Martin walked into the office where my dad was stationed and asked to speak to her son. My Dad asked “who is your son?” and she said “Larry Hagman”. My mum stated “that is how everyone found out who he was because at the time, Larry Hagman wasn’t Larry Hagman”. And then my mum said “I wonder if he was still married to that Swedish woman. You know your father and I went to their wedding reception at the American Embassy.” I checked Wikipedia and he was still married to the Swedish woman. 🙂

      What makes this story weird is my dad and Larry Hagman died the same week. My dad died early Wednesday morning. It was so strange when I turned the radio on Saturday morning and heard that Larry Hagman had died. The funny thing is I don’t usually believe in coincidence or happenstance. I believe in God’s fingerprints, timing and design but this seems to be coincidence and that is fine. This past week other things happened that were definitely not coincidence and were definitely God’s timing and design.

      Last Monday I was scheduled to lead tours but before I headed into the city I stopped by to drop off my mum’s laundry. As I was getting ready to leave my mum’s room for Manhattan, my cell phone rang. It was the hospice nurse to say that my dad was failing quickly. (My mum is in assisted living at the same facility that my dad was in the nursing home. My dad had been on hospice for a year.)  A stroke 6 years ago took his mind but his body had kept going. Needless to say I canceled my tours and headed to my dad’s room.

      My sister, my mum and I would spend Monday and Tuesday at his bedside. At one point on Monday, the hospice chaplain would ask “what do you think your dad would say to you?” I commented that “there wasn’t really anything profound that needed to be said. Because we had always said those things to each other.” I would also comment “I am blessed. I know who my earthly father is and I know who my Heavenly Father is”.  Very early Wednesday morning I would receive the phone call that my dad had died. My mum had picked the funeral parlor but hadn’t finalized plans. So late Wednesday morning I would head to the funeral parlor to make the arrangements. When I arrived I was greeted by the funeral director, who I recognized as a man who had been part of a private tour I had led on November 11. Wow!! How can this be?

      Last Spring, a walking tour with me had been one of the items that was auctioned off to raise money for the high school my daughters had attended. In late summer, I had been contacted by the woman who had “won” the tour and we had finally decided upon November 11. Fast forward and Hurricane Sandy happens – the memorial is closed, participants scheduled to be part of the tour are without power. There is talk of rescheduling for next Spring but we decide to go forward with the tour. November 11 was a beautiful day.  When I arrive at the Tribute Center, I meet most of this group for the first time. All of them have some connection to my daughters’ former high school.   Two people I know and this is a repeat tour for them. I  also come to find out that one gentleman is actually a tour guide at Gettysburg, and another gentleman is a volunteer firefighter.  It makes me a little nervous having a tour guide on my tour. And the firefighter will share with me his visit to the site on September 12, 2001. The line at the memorial is long but the tour proves to be a success. And 10 days later I will walk up to the funeral parlor my mum had chosen to be greeted by the funeral director who was the volunteer firefighter on my tour. Unbelievable.

      James Ray Clark, Jr.  September 31, 1931 to November 21, 2012 – husband of one woman for 59 years, loving father of 4 children, grandfather to 5 grandchild and great-grandfather of 1 great-grandson and owner of lots, and lots of books. Thanks Daddy for always believing in me, for always encouraging me and for teaching me to question and learn. 🙂

      Posted in daily life, faith, memories, relationships | 5 Comments | Tagged little things
    • Oops- wrong number!!

      Posted at 11:31 am by missannsays, on November 12, 2012

      New Jersey is my preferred state to purchase gasoline for my car. The price is  cheaper than New York and I don’t have to get out of my car to pump it. I drive a lot so cheaper prices and someone else pumping the gas for me are two things that bring a smile to my face. New Jersey currently has odd/even gas rationing. I am familiar with odd/even gas rationing because in the 1970’s I was the family member responsible for sitting in line for gas. As the oldest child, I was the first one to start driving so those little errands of “running uptown to get another gallon of milk” or “taking the car to get gas” became my job. I have memories of taking my mom’s car one day and my dad’s car the next day.

      Last Friday, Nov 9, I “needed gas” so I decided to visit my mom and do some errands in NJ before heading to jury duty in Newburgh. As a side note, all the cases were settled and all the prospective jurors were released from duty. Anyway, I was confident my license plate was odd 8299 so I pulled up to get gas. No real lines. I had cash so it is even cheaper. All is well. The attendant fills my tank and I am off and running. I am so glad I have enough fuel to accomplish the task at hand and drive into NYC on Sunday afternoon.  Fast forward two days. Yesterday as I am leaving church, I glanced at my license plate. Oops!! My license plate number is 8290. Oh, my!! I got gas illegally on Friday.

      So I start thinking about this whole dilemma. First I am amazed that I was actually able to fill up on Friday. I assume the attendant thought the 9 was the last number and the zero was an O. Hopefully he knew zero is an even number. I am a rule follower by nature so there is moment when I am concerned that I have broken the law. I realize that obviously the gas police aren’t going to track me now. But there is another moment which I am not proud to mention that I thought “wow, this could really work for me.”  I may actually be able to get gas again on an odd day instead of an even especially if the attendant isn’t paying attention.  And then I thought but now I know. It was an accident that I was sold fuel on Friday but if I get in line again on an odd day I will have full knowledge of what I am doing. And knowing “what I am doing” is a whole different thing. 🙂

      Posted in daily life, respect in the real world | 0 Comments | Tagged little things, respect
    • Jury Duty

      Posted at 7:03 pm by missannsays, on November 8, 2012

      “I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” The following story is true. At the beginning of January 2012 I received a “jury summons” for February 14.  I decided to postpone my service since Tween Winter Camp was scheduled for the end of that week and as the director of that camp I knew it could become problematic if I was actually placed on a jury. It was simple  enough to go online and reschedule for April 16. Fast forward to April 16 at 1:30am. A phone call informs me my mother has fallen and is being transported to Valley Hospital Emergency Room. I get dressed, grab my phone and my jury summons and head to Valley Hospital.  I am not sure what the day will hold but know that I need to be there for my mom but also I don’t want to “just not show up” for jury duty. I will comment later to my sister (a lawyer/judge) that I was afraid of a bench warrant being issued because I was a no-show. She chuckles and says she wished everyone took it that seriously.

      Thankfully things go smoothly and my mom is admitted to a room very early in the morning.  I make sure she is settled and around 6:30 am drive home to quickly change my clothes so I can look respectable to report for jury duty.  As the jury selection process begins I hand in my summons  and  I inform the clerk that my mother has just been admitted to the hospital and she excuses me and wishes me luck.

      Fast forward again to mid August. Surprise, jury summons arrives in the mail. Now there is only one day that would be problematic for the whole month of September. That date is September 10 because I am scheduled for gall bladder surgery. Not my choice of dates but  that was the first date the surgeon had. Anyway you guessed it. September 10 is the date I am scheduled to report for jury duty. I try to postpone on-line but I can’t because I have postponed two times before so the next day I call. I start the conversation my telling the woman that everything I am telling her is true – camp, mother, surgery. Her reaction is “oh, my! let me reschedule you for March.” I paused and said could you just reschedule me for November. She is surprised I want to come in November. Yes, November is fine. What I am not telling her is I already know there is a conference I want to attend in March. She nicely says” I will schedule you for the week of November 5. November 6 is Election Day so you will only have to serve 4 days.” Thank you.

      And two weeks ago the jury summons came to remind me I was scheduled for the week of November 5. In the State of New York, you have to call the night before to see if you need to report the next day. If you don’t have to appear you, call every day until your number comes up. Well, that makes it a little difficult to plan your week so I actually hadn’t scheduled tours or anything because who knew. When I called Friday night, I was hoping I would be required to show up on Monday because at that point I had no electric and at least the courthouse would be warm. I didn’t have to report on Monday. When I called Monday night they said no court on Tuesday or Wednesday. I called on Wednesday night and they said no court on Thursday. I called this evening and I have to report tomorrow at 2pm in Newburgh. To be honest, I am not a happy camper. I am trying to have a good attitude but really I was willing to go anytime this week and I have to go for the last 2 hours of the week. On the other hand, let’s  hope nothing weird happens between now and 2pm tomorrow because I need to finally do my civic duty. Will let you know how it goes.

      Posted in daily life, memories, relationships, respect in the real world | 0 Comments | Tagged little things, respect
    • Sandy

      Posted at 6:08 pm by missannsays, on November 3, 2012

      When I first heard about “Sandy” I thought of Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta in Grease.  What a fun movie with good cheesy music!! Of course, John Travolta probably cringes when he remembers it. I actually saw the musical Grease off-Broadway many years ago. What I remember most about it was the great music and Ed Sullivan was in the audience. My friend and I asked for his autograph. He graciously signed our playbills.  I wonder if I still have that somewhere – it may be worth something 🙂

      But after this past week when I think of “Sandy” I will think of the devastation of the Jersey shore, Staten Island, NYC and Long Island. I am almost relieved that I haven’t had electricity for the last week so I haven’t had constant access to the images of the destruction. The tiny images I have seen on my smart phone have been enough to give me pause and improve my prayer life. Friday as I drove home from my mother-in-law’s in South Jersey I was brought to tears by the sight of the Coast Guard vehicles from Miami delivering generators to the Belmar area. The sight of firetrucks and utility trucks from other states heading north was so encouraging that I wept again.

      I guess what I want to say is many are suffering through the aftermath of Sandy and we should reach out to them. But there are other people who weren’t effected by  Hurricane Sandy but have their own unprecedented events happening. May we not forget that each and every day there are people who have just received a diagnose of a terrible disease, or suffered the death of a family member or the loss a child or lost their home in a fire. As we reach out to those effected by Sandy let’s also decide to be more aware of the needs that are always around us. Let’s not wait for “unprecedented” to be a neighbor and a friend.

      Posted in daily life, respect in the real world, Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged friendship, little things, prayer
    • No Electricity

      Posted at 2:48 pm by missannsays, on November 3, 2012

      As I write this, I am doing my laundry at my friend’s house. I am also charging my computer, nook and smart phone. I am toasty warm and so grateful for good friends. My home hasn’t had electricity since Monday night. The electric went out right after I had put a meatloaf in the electric oven. Fortunately I have town water so I have had water and even hot water over the past week. I  have a fireplace so I have been able to make a fire and keep the “big chill” away. The bedrooms are very cold at this point so I have moved a mattress into the livingroom and the heavy-duty sleeping bag is doing the job of keeping me warm. Below is a list of random things I have realized through the inconvenience of no electricity.

      1. Taking the curtains off the kitchen door lets more natural light in.
      2. The freezer will act as a refrigerator for the first few days. After that ice in a cooler is less of a hassle.
      3. Keeping your pjs, pillow, sleeping bag and clothes for the next day in the warmest rooms is a good thing.
      4. It is possible to put on your warm robe while still in the sleeping bag.
      5. Slippers and socks really do keep your feet warm.
      6. Scented candles should be placed with other similarly scented candles or else you have such strange scents in your home.
      7. The car charger is an amazing invention.
      8. Pay attention when the garage door installer shows you how to open the garage door when you have no electricity. I did 🙂
      9. Oatmeal for breakfast warms your insides. Hot tea can warm your insides and your hands.
      10. FB is a good thing. Texting is a good thing. Good friends are a great thing.

      I have also noticed that I a prefer to say I have no electricity than to say I have no power. Because even with no electricity I still have the power to do what is right, the power to love my neighbor and the power to make a difference.

      Posted in daily life | 1 Comment | Tagged little things
    • x joys & / sorrows

      Posted at 3:31 pm by missannsays, on October 29, 2012

      While my daughter and I were texting back and forth this morning, I was reminded of a saying that I have quoted many times and that I truly believe.  “Friends multiply our joys and divide our sorrows.” My daughter  had texted that this past weekend had been “weird”. Her husband and her had celebrated a friend’s baby being born and had also found out that a couple in their group of friends was divorcing. I had texted her “Multiplying joys and dividing sorrows – this is what life is. Sorry to hear about the divorce…” Anyway I got to thinking where did I first hear that expression – “multiplying joys and dividing sorrows”.  So I googled it and came across this poem which I hadn’t read before but wanted to share with you. I hope you have a friend or two that fills this description. I am very blessed to have friends that are radical, fanatical and mathematical.

      A FRIEND SHOULD BE RADICAL…

      A Friend should be radical,
      They  should love you  when you’re unlovable,
      Hug you when you’re  unhuggable,
      And bear with you when you’re unbearable.

      A Friend should be fanatical;
      They should cheer when the whole world boos,
      Dance when you get good news,
      And cry when you cry too.

      But most of  all,
      A friend should be mathematical,
      They should multiply the  joy,
      Divide the sorrow,

      Subtract the past,
      And add to  tomorrow,
      Calculate the need  deep in your heart,
      And always be bigger
      than the sum of all their parts.

      ~Author unknown by me~

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    • A beautiful day in the neighborhood

      Posted at 6:52 pm by missannsays, on October 17, 2012

      Both yesterday and today the sky has been a wonderful color of blue and there are streaks of white clouds. Blue skies with no clouds no matter how beautiful make me nervous. Definitely goes back to September 11, 2001. But I digress. There is a crispness to the air that is refreshing. A light coat or jacket is needed but probably won’t be later in the day. The leaves are changing colors. Many different shades of orange, yellow and red add splendor to the usually green mountain side. The water of the lake acts as a mirror reflecting the changing landscape. Yes, it is a beautiful day in my neighborhood.

      “A beautiful day in the neighborhood” always makes me think of Mr Rogers. My firstborn loved Mr Rogers. To be honest he made me crazy. The walking in and changing his shoes, putting the sweater on, the puppets just made me nuts.  But E. loved it.  Once when we were out and deciding which fast food restaurant to go to, E. said “can we go to Mr Rogers?”. She thought Roy Rogers was Mr Rogers.  Whenever I think of Roy Rogers, I am reminded of a childhood memory of seeing the real Roy Rogers at the rodeo in Utah. I remember seating in the stands. I was in kindergarten. And Dale Evans and her children rode past in a convertible. They were waving to everyone. And Roy Rogers rode in on Trigger.  It was the first time I had ever seen someone in real life who had been on television. That is all I remember but it was a very exciting moment.

      I have grown to appreciate Fred Roger’s dedication to quality children’s programming and his words of wisdom. I think when my daughter was young he annoyed me so much because he was so calm and I on the other hand was a crazed want to be super mom. I have included some of his words of wisdom to ponder.  Enjoy!

      • Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go. Fred Rogers (20th century), U.S. television personality and parenting specialist. Mister Rogers Talks With Parents, ch. 1 (1983).
      • Very early in our children’s lives we will be forced to realize that the “perfect” untroubled life we’d like for them is just a fantasy. In daily living, tears and fights and doing things we don’t want to do are all part of our human ways of developing into adults. Fred Rogers (20th century), U.S. television personality and parenting specialist. Mister Rogers Talks With Parents, ch. 11 (1983).
      • I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending. Fred Rogers (20th century), U.S. children’s TV personality and author. Mister Rogers Talks with Parents, ch. 11 (1983).
      • The presence of a  grandparent confirms that parents were, indeed, little once, too, and that  people who are little can grow to be big, can become parents, and one day even  have grandchildren of their own. So often we think of grandparents as belonging  to the past; but in this important way, grandparents, for young children, belong  to the future.
      • We’ve forgotten  what it’s like not to be able to reach the light switch. We’ve forgotten a lot  of the monsters that seemed to live in our room at night. Nevertheless, those  memories are still there, somewhere inside us, and can sometimes be brought to  the surface by events, sights, sounds, or smells. Children, though, can never  have grown-up feelings until they’ve been allowed to do the growing
        Read more at http://quotes.dictionary.com/author/fred+rogers?page=3#XPl7QXsvyUxqzt4p.99
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