Carousels - And Other Things That Make The World Go Round
I love adventures. If you’ve been following my blog, that little tidbit of information is hardly a secret by now. I’m stretching the fifty mark but I find it no reason to slow down. Sometimes I feel like Peter Pan. I’ll never grow up – even if my adventurous cohorts i.e. my children have reached maturity and view my lifestyle as a bit odd.
We used to have such grand adventures when they were young. Seeing, doing, experiencing new sights and sounds. How great is that? So now Grannie P.P. (this has nothing to do with weak bladders but more to do with a state of mind as in Grannie Peter Pan) has moved on to the next generation.
Thank God for grandchildren.
During a brief stay in Oklahoma, my oldest grandson and I trailblazed wonderful treks into the wilderness. It was known to locals as Redbud Valley Nature Trail but we viewed ourselves as the next Lewis and Clark. We fought fierce battles using water balloons. We tracked a mysterious creature that remains uncategorized to this day but could possibly have been a woodchuck. Who knows how much wood he chucked before we found him lurking in a tree? Or even if he was a she? The possibilities are endless!
Last weekend provided another great delight with my youngest grandson when we decided to pan for precious gems in a mining camp/adventure park. How cool is that??? I thought it was pretty cool. He’s six. He was not as impressed.
We used a sluice to uncover beautiful stones lurking beneath a bucket of sand and soil. Amethyst, Onyx, Rose Quartz, Pyrite . . . semi-precious gems. Enough to fill a respectable plastic bag. Okay, it was small. But respectable. If polished, they could be worth hundreds. Or tens. Or dollars. At least a few pennies. And they were pretty. Who can resist a pretty rock that took at least fifteen minutes of hard labor to uncover over a water sluice? I mean, really? This is good stuff. Besides, the park had an awesome old fashioned carousel. Unfortunately, I was too big to ride without a small child and grandson was too big to require an adult.
Life is so unfair at times.
It reminded me of when my daughter and I took my mother to a small town in Arkansas, well known for its “diamond mine”. Mom was getting up there in years so our trip represented her last big “adventure”. It was her idea.
I was single at the time. There were three generations of women searching for precious gems in the Arkansas dirt that day. Unbeknownst to me, my mother’s intent was more focused on finding a “Precious JIM” than a gem. She was determined to locate a suitable partner for me and eyed every man on that tilled up acreage as a potential mate. It was embarrassing. And sweet. She’s always been my precious “gem” even though she’s been gone a few years now.
And that brings me to the lesson of this blog. Love makes the world go round. Whether it’s a grandchild, a child, a parent, or a spouse. Or a story you created in your head.
Romance sells. Love it. Live it. Tell it.
BICHOK
Deb Sanders
We used to have such grand adventures when they were young. Seeing, doing, experiencing new sights and sounds. How great is that? So now Grannie P.P. (this has nothing to do with weak bladders but more to do with a state of mind as in Grannie Peter Pan) has moved on to the next generation.
Thank God for grandchildren.
During a brief stay in Oklahoma, my oldest grandson and I trailblazed wonderful treks into the wilderness. It was known to locals as Redbud Valley Nature Trail but we viewed ourselves as the next Lewis and Clark. We fought fierce battles using water balloons. We tracked a mysterious creature that remains uncategorized to this day but could possibly have been a woodchuck. Who knows how much wood he chucked before we found him lurking in a tree? Or even if he was a she? The possibilities are endless!
Last weekend provided another great delight with my youngest grandson when we decided to pan for precious gems in a mining camp/adventure park. How cool is that??? I thought it was pretty cool. He’s six. He was not as impressed.
We used a sluice to uncover beautiful stones lurking beneath a bucket of sand and soil. Amethyst, Onyx, Rose Quartz, Pyrite . . . semi-precious gems. Enough to fill a respectable plastic bag. Okay, it was small. But respectable. If polished, they could be worth hundreds. Or tens. Or dollars. At least a few pennies. And they were pretty. Who can resist a pretty rock that took at least fifteen minutes of hard labor to uncover over a water sluice? I mean, really? This is good stuff. Besides, the park had an awesome old fashioned carousel. Unfortunately, I was too big to ride without a small child and grandson was too big to require an adult.
Life is so unfair at times.
It reminded me of when my daughter and I took my mother to a small town in Arkansas, well known for its “diamond mine”. Mom was getting up there in years so our trip represented her last big “adventure”. It was her idea.
I was single at the time. There were three generations of women searching for precious gems in the Arkansas dirt that day. Unbeknownst to me, my mother’s intent was more focused on finding a “Precious JIM” than a gem. She was determined to locate a suitable partner for me and eyed every man on that tilled up acreage as a potential mate. It was embarrassing. And sweet. She’s always been my precious “gem” even though she’s been gone a few years now.
And that brings me to the lesson of this blog. Love makes the world go round. Whether it’s a grandchild, a child, a parent, or a spouse. Or a story you created in your head.
Romance sells. Love it. Live it. Tell it.
BICHOK
Deb Sanders
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