Even Old Rocks Bring Back Happy Memories . . .

Jan 7th

Good Morning!  I hope it’s good anyway!  Still watching the news about the weather . . . seemingly just about everywhere except here and in the far south!  Be safe everyone, stay warm.  Nothing is more important than you well being, so if the authorities in your area say to stay inside and off the roads, please heed their instructions. 

Old Rock Day –  I used to collect rocks when I was a kid.  I preferred collecting shells, but I liked pretty rocks too.  My Grandma LOVED rocks – but the ones she loved were wide, round and flat so she could line her garden paths with them.  Rocks are more than just something pretty to look at, or to line a path with – they hold history inside each of them.  I could write all night and all day and not cover everything, but one way to think about them is they are a little like Mother Nature’s diary – there is so much to learn from digging around in your own backyard!  If you live anywhere near Washington, maybe one day you can check out the Petrified Forest in the eastern part of the state.  There are pretty incredible pieces of petrified wood, old rocks and fossils all over the place – very cool, and the experience is extremely educational!  *** funny story – did I tell this last year? – When my kids were little we would go visit my Grandparents, and  Grandma would walk around the garden with them, walking on those flat rock paths.  She would point out the different rocks that family had brought to her from all over the place, happily remembering the love that went into lugging them from beaches and woods everywhere.  My kids knew the importance of not messing up the paths Grandma loved so much, and they would be very careful about where they stepped, and not to knock a rock out of place.  One day we were there for a visit – I’d say  my daughter was about 5 or so, very girly girl . . . or so it seemed.  She had curly blond hair, a cute little outfit with matching socks and shoes, not a smudge on her.  Along came my cousin with her two little brats.  Yes, I said it – they were brats, completely undisciplined and out of control.  The girl started overturning rocks, picking berries and throwing them on the walkway (a big no-no – berries might get tracked into the house, and it was a waste of good food!).  My daughter told her to stop.  She didn’t stop.  My daughter told her again, more loudly and with a little force to STOP!  Three times was the charm.  The girl didn’t stop, so my child took matters into her own hands.  When the screaming reached our ears, we all ran outside to the garden, and there, laying flat on her back was my cousin’s 5 year old daughter, kicking and flailing, with my prissy little girl straddling her stomach, slapping the tar out of her while shouting – “WE DON’T MESS UP MEME-MA’S GARDEN! WE DON’T MESS UP HER ROCKS! WE DON’T GET BERRIES ON THE GROUND!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP AND YOU DIDN’T!”  Each word was accompanied by a flailing slap . . .I can honestly say I’ve never seen my cousin, or her brats, since that day . . . but Grandma’s garden path was safe, the cousin’s kids had to fix the rocks and clean up the berries, and my now dirty little girl, tears staining her face, was the hero of the moment.  Oh, Grandma couldn’t show that she condoned the beating the child got, but the wink to my daughter told her that Grandma appreciated the strength and the conviction of obeying the rules and defending her great-grandma, even to the extent that she got dirty (that wasn’t easy for my girl at that point in her life).  I know, this had nothing to do with rock day – except having rocks in the story – but it did bring a smile to my face while I was thinking of it.

Harlem Globetrotter’s Day–  I remember once, at least I THINK I remember (Dad if you’re reading today comment please) that we went to see the Harlem Globetrotter’s when I was little.  I must have been quite small if we did because the memory almost seems dreamlike – which is why I am not absolutely positive we went.  What an amazing group of athletes they were, and are today.  Their story is nearly as fascinating as their talent.  (You may remember this celebration from last year, but celebrations are rather monotonous year after year – though I will try to change things at least a little.)  In 1927, after seeing the amazing potential in this group of basketball players, someone sponsored the team, and their basketball acrobatics tradition was born and has continued for three-quarters of a century.  I’m sure many of us who are at least my age will remember the names Wilt Chamberlain, Curly Neal and Meadowlark Lemon.  They have graced the court in the team’s red, white and blue uniform, entertaining millions of people – including royalty and presidents from around the world.  Though we don’t hear about them as much today as we did when I was a kid, they do continue touring today.   Do you remember watching Saturday morning cartoons as a kid? They actually had  a Harlem Globetrotter’s cartoon!  I only vaguely remember it, but I find that to be fascinating, that a cartoon was made after a basketball team – even a team as good as they are!  I remember boys in school trying to copy what they’d see on the cartoons – probably a good thing our basketball hoops were outside – someone would likely have gotten hurt if they’d been in the gym – or anywhere else – while they “practiced”.  The Harlem Globetrotters makes their sport what it should be – good, clean fun.  Professional sports have turned into high-stress, yelling, arguing matches – where players are pushed to the limit.  Even children’s sports are as competitive as adult sports . . . it’s a sad cycle. Anyway, here’s a fun (and short) video of 3 Harlem Globetrotter’s taking on an entire team.  Enjoy!


This Day In History

1610 – Astronomer Galileo Galilei discovers four of Jupiter’s moons.

Food Celebration of the Day

National Tempura Day – Though an iconic Japanese dish, tempura evolved from 16th-century Portuguese technique. The Japanese later lightened the batter so the food’s color showed through.




Well, it is time to run out the door.  The roads were a little slick yesterday morning and I want to get out of here a few minutes early in case they are again today.  Have a wonderful day – there is always something to celebrate!  God Bless you, I’ll see you tomorrow and stay warm!

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