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The Reading Room
Positively Karen
2013 June
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
Time Passes
June is at the door-summer is here- or maybe not.
What is it they say about Colorado weather? If
you don¡¯t like it wait 30 minutes. My flowers are
not sure how to proceed should they bloom or
just wait.
The month of June is a busy one. Seems every
engaged couple we know are marrying in June.
I really enjoy attending weddings of couples
who write their own vows. I¡¯ve heard some very
interesting ones over the years. Which brings to
mind a ceremony where, in the middle of their
verbal commitment, the young bride reached up
to tenderly wipe a tear from her beloved¡¯s cheek
causing all of us to reach for tissues!
Not to be forgotten is Fathers Day. I have long
been persuaded it should be celebrated several
times a year as should Mothers Day. Time passes
so swiftly all to soon our parents are gone. What
is the old saying ¡°Better a rose to the living than a
wreath to the dead.¡± Amen and Amen.
Youngest Grandson¡¯s birthday is on the horizon,
the big ¡°5¡±. He has not yet chosen where the
festivities will be held. Probably Chuck E Cheese
or Kids Plex. Gifts have been discussed. He has
a small backpack for pre-school however, he is
thinking a larger one will be required for Kinder
garden this fall because ¡°Grandma, I will need
more school supplies and there will be home-
work!¡± Seems just a couple years ago his father
was getting on the yellow bus and waving good
bye to me and his dog. Time passes so swiftly.
My father¡¯s prophetic words play hop-scotch
across my mind. It was my twenty first birth-
day a gala was planned. With his birthday hug
came the words ¡°today you are 21 you will turn
around and you will be 70. Time passes.
Received a Kindle for Mothers Day. Humm-
mmm- As a child I could hardly wait to open
the cover on that new book. I was transported to
another world. Many summer days were spent
curled up on the front porch swing reading. My
love affair with books has lasted throughout my
life. Move after move family and friends roll
their eyes as box after box of books are loaded
onto the truck. How many times have I been ask
¡°are you going to read ALL those again?¡± Well
perhaps. So that said I was not sure about a
Kindle. Nevertheless books have been loaded,
one even came from a friend¡¯s cloud. I am still
able to curl up with a book so to speak. It has
been a positive experience after all. Time passes
I move on.
Numerous class reunions are held in June. I re-
ceived notice of my all school reunion last week.
I had just come across my Senior Yearbook a
couple weeks before while sorting through boxes
after our recent move. Sitting down with glass of
ice tea I turned page after page. There has been
a lot of changes in 53 years. Last time I attended
a school reunion was 13 years ago. One con-
versation after another had the same underling
thread running through it, life played out differ-
ently than any of us had planned or expected.
Someone posed the question ¡°if at graduation we
had been given a crystal ball showing the future
would we have altered our lives?¡± Thought
If you get email, you get
stuff. Sometimes it is spam,
sometimes it is a true gem.
Here is one of those gems
worth sharing:
about that for days after returning home. Cer-
tainly some choices I would have changed yet
others would have remained the same. Some of
life¡¯s negative experiences would have to have
been lived out due to the positive outcome down
the road. I believe I will buy a new outfit, pack
the suitcase, and attend my 53rd school reunion.
I will talk the talk, dance the dance, laugh and
listen, for life is good and time passes so swiftly.
(Karen Schafer lives in & writes about life from
Gateway, Colorado)
¡°Love is what¡¯s in
the room with you at
Christmas if you stop
opening presents and
listen.¡± - Bobby, age 7
¡°If you want to learn
to love better, you
should start with a
friend who you hate.¡±
- Nikka, age 6
¡°Love is when you
tell a guy you like his
shirt, then he wears it
everyday.¡± - Noelle,
age 7
¡°Love is like a little
old woman and a little
old man who are still
friends even after they
know each other so
well.¡± - Tommy, age 6
¡°During my piano recital, I was on a stage and
scared. I looked at all the people watching me
and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was
the only one doing that. I wasn¡¯t scared any-
more.¡± - Cindy, age 8
¡°My mommy loves me more than anybody.
You don¡¯t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at
night.¡± - Clare, Age 6
¡°Love is when mommy gives daddy the best
piece of chicken.¡± - Elaine, age 6
¡°Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and
sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert
Redford.¡± - Chris, age 7
¡°Love is when your puppy licks your face even
after you left him alone all day.¡±-Mary Ann, age 4
¡°I know my older sister loves me because she
gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and
buy new ones.¡± - Lauren, age 4
¡°When you love somebody, your eyelashes go
up and down and little stars come out of you.¡± -
Karen, age 7
A group of professional people posed this ques-
tion to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, ¡°What does
love mean?¡±
The answers they got were broader and deeper
than anyone could have imagined. See what you
think:
¡°When my grandmother got arthritis, she
couldn¡¯t bend over and paint her toenails any-
more. My grandfather does it for her all the time,
even after his hands got arthritis too. That¡¯s
love.¡± - Rebecca, age 8
¡°When someone loves you, the way they say
your name is different. You know that your name
is safe in their mouth.¡± - Billy, age 4
¡°Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy
puts on shaving cologne and they go out and
smell each other.¡± - Karl, age 5
¡°Love is when you go out to eat and give some-
body most of your french fries without making
them give you any of theirs.¡± - Chrissy, age 6
¡°Love is what makes you smile when you¡¯re
tired.¡± - Terri, age 4
¡°Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my
daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him
to make sure the taste is okay.¡± - Danny, age 7
¡°Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when
you get tired of kissing, you still want to be
together and you talk more. My Mommy and
Daddy are like that. They look gross when they
kiss.¡± - Emily, age 8
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle¡¯s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,
He called it ... Dad
- Author Unknown
What Makes A Dad