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Thankful for more than just a day PDF Print
Monday, November 05, 2012 11:03 AM

If you’ve been on Facebook the last couple of days, you’ve seen the posts of what people are thankful for. During the month of November, you are supposed to say something you are thankful for each day, not just on Thanksgiving. I’m three days behind so I better get busy and catch up.

Day 1: I am thankful for my wonderful husband. He drives me mad, makes me laugh, makes me smile and makes it worth coming home every day after work. We are enjoying each other’s company and working on some small improvements around the house. It feels good.

Days 2: I am thankful for the rest of my family from the top on down to the little guy, Ringo.

Day 3: I am thankful for all I have. Watching the footage of the horrible destruction of Superstorm Sandy really makes you take stock of what you have and what you may think you need but don’t. It’s heart-wrenching to consider the families of those who have died and those who have no homes to go back to once things get back on track. We never truly appreciate what we have until we realize how much we have compared to others.

Day 4: (Yeah, I know I’m jumping ahead but I want to make sure I get this all in.) I am thankful the fall season is upon us. Aaaaah. The crispness of the morning air. The crunch of leaves underfoot.

The only problem is now comes the pre-winter cleanup. The bushes need trimmed or the Christmas lights will look funny. The flower beds need weeded and everything cut back. Who knows, with the weird weather we’ve been having, we might have to mow one more time.
I can’t believe it’s less than three weeks until Thanksgiving already. The pies and turkey in the freezer is a big hint. I’ve already doled out everyone else’s goodies they need to bring so the food is pretty much covered. Now I just have to work in a little cleaning (OK, a lot of cleaning) between now and then.

Back to fall and how much I love this time of year. I truly enjoy the first morning when you can walk outside and see your breath. That little cloud of moisture hanging in the air in front of me is awesome.

We had our first snowfall early this week. There’s an old wive’s tale we chat about on the second floor of The Herald building. The tale indicated that whatever date the first measurable snowfall of the year falls on, that is how many measurable snowfalls we will have that winter. Uh-oh. I believe is was Oct. 30. That means 30 measurable snowfalls this year.

I sure am glad it’s just an old wive’s tale. Whew. No one needs 30 snowfalls but I am thankful it was only a quarter-inch. I am in no way shape or form ready to shovel the white stuff or wear boots and all that garb yet. I’m thankful that was just a fleeting meet-and-greet with snow. (I know. That one doesn’t count.)

Try it for the month and see what all you’re thankful for. You don’t have to log on to Facebook to make a list. It’s just as good if it’s sitting on the counter or the table. It just matters that you’ve thought about it and perhaps shared a few with someone else.

Last Updated on Tuesday, November 06, 2012 4:19 PM
Am I asking too much? PDF Print
Monday, October 29, 2012 9:36 AM

I have to admit I’m stilling pouting over the lack of trick-or-treaters at my door Thursday evening. I know North Main Street is off the beaten path for most but dang it, I had candy, my porch light was on and some just turned on Ninth Street and headed east or west as I watched with a little lip quiver.

Were they trying to say my candy wasn’t what it ought to be? (Stolen from The Wizard of Oz from the scene with the talking apple trees.)
We had 26 little beggars. And oh, what cute little beggars they were. Some parents and children have a great affinity for dress up. I saw some very creative costumes. In the coming days, you will see some of them, too. We’ll be running them until at least through Halloween, if not beyond. We still have more Landeck, Ottoville and Fort Jennings pictures.

My friend a few streets over had 60 and I was jealous. We always buy a big bowlful of candy with the intention of passing out every last piece. (Well, that’s my intention. My husband’s is to have leftovers. He has a ginormous sweet tooth that requires nearly constant attention. Me? I just sneak a bag of Smarties back and I’m good to go.)

OK, back to my pout. I’m not sure how to remedy the situation and still keep the autonomy of my own porch and the ease of chatting with the neighbors in between handing out candy.

In my trick-or-treat days, we went through our neighborhood and one street over each way and called it a night. Our sacks were full. Sometimes our candy would last for months. When Cameron was of Trick-or-Treat age, I can remember throwing out picked-through bags in December. Does anyone need that much candy? Besides my husband, that is?

The Trunk-or-Treat at Trinity United Methodist Church is a huge draw. It’s a safe place for kids to gather, get treats and have some fun. The adults get in on the action by decorating their trunks and wearing costumes. They don’t have to get up and answer the door every few minutes — the tricksters come to them. It’s a good gig if that’s what you’re in to.

Perhaps I’m holding on to something of the past. Maybe group offerings are the wave of the future of Beggar’s Night and porches will be dark. I’m still going to hang in there and keep the tradition of sitting outside bathed in the porch light and passing out candy to those who cross over Tenth Street. I holler at the ones who head up or down Tenth to come down and get a treat. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Oh well, their loss.

Last Updated on Tuesday, November 06, 2012 4:19 PM
Have a safe Beggar’s Day PDF Print
Monday, October 22, 2012 10:23 AM

One of my favorite holidays is fast approaching — Halloween. Mwahahahahahaha!
Halloween to me is kids dressed in their most creative outfits begging for candy and tossing a hurried “thank you” over their shoulder as they rush to the next house and more goodies.

The biggest difference I have noticed over the years is how many porch lights are dark during trick or treat. When I was a little beggar, the whole pack of neighborhood kids ran up and down both sides of North Main and Canal streets, rarely skipping a house. We would lug our booty home and blissfully sort chocolate from other candies while munching on our favorites. (This was, of course, pre-urban legend about the razor blade in the apple.)

One house on North Canal was all decked out and the nice lady there handed out popcorn balls and let us tour her little house of horror. What fun.

Last Updated on Tuesday, November 06, 2012 4:19 PM
A bumpy ride ahead PDF Print
Monday, October 15, 2012 10:18 AM

In the coming weeks, we will be bombarded by political ads posturing about the good (them), the bad and the ugly (their opponent). We’re smart enough to figure out not everything in political ads is necessarily true. Apparently, it doesn’t have to be. It just has to get your attention. The more you hear a name, the more likely you are to check that box on election day, especially if it’s a state or national candidate you really don’t know much about. They are counting on it.

Last Updated on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:20 PM
Nothing can be OK, too PDF Print
Monday, October 08, 2012 8:24 AM

There have been times when I thought there might be something wrong with me. I didn’t aspire to be more than I was. I was happy with my life and the things in it. Everyone else around me seemed to be going a 100 miles an hour, always reaching for the next best thing. I feared I was a slacker. Was I not motivated enough? Didn’t I have the drive to reach for more?

I love my job, my husband, my family and my dog. I like living in Delphos. There was a time I couldn’t wait to get out of here. We all know how that turned out. You don’t know what you have until it changes and there’s no place like home — wherever that may be.

Last Updated on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 3:21 PM

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