I remember mama

In memory of my mama, Maxine [Dessenberger] Buller, November 20,  1928 – October 23, 1971. There was a movie made back in 1948 called “I Remember Mama” starring Irene Dunne in the title role as Marta ‘Mama’ Hanson. It’s about a Norwegian immigrant family in early 1900s San Francisco.  It’s written as if it’s the autobiography of the Hanson daughter, Katrin (played by Barbara Bel Geddes), as she reminisces about moments in her family life from years past. There is so much good about this movie that I can’t pick just one thing to talk about. I enjoyed this movie so much, but have only been lucky enough to see it twice. The reason I bring it up is that my own mama had so many of Marta Hanson’s qualities. She was beautiful in heart and soul, inward and outward. Quiet and serene. Smart. So very smart. With great imagination and creativity. People look at the high school photo of my mama and say she looks like a movie star. I quite agree. Maxine Dessenberger [1946] Mama was born Maxine [nmn] Dessenberger on November 20, 1928 in Abilene, Kansas, the second child of Dorothy Mae ‘Dot’ (née Hinton) and Arthur Vernon

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This and that and the other stuff

Well, the hot-hot temperatures are gone finally, the last one being 92° on the first day of this month. It’s been really weird here lately. Some days it will be near 80° and the next it’s in the lower 50° range. We can’t even keep the windows open at night because the overnight temps are already in the 20s and 30s. Yep, we be livin’ in Kansas. I know other states say the same thing, but our phrase is, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute, it’ll change.” Andrew: Gramma, what’s your favorite season?Me: Spring.Andrew: Why?Me: Because I love the new smells of the earth as I dig into it with my hands and the colors of all the plants that are beginning to grow . . . it makes me feel happy. Kara graced us with her presence this past weekend and brought along her viola. This is her first year in orchestra, in fact just her third week of learning to play. They aren’t allowed to use the bow yet, but she plucked every song in her book from memory perfectly. I’ve always hoped someone in my family would play the violin or viola and

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The title goes here but I can’t even think of one

This post is going to be somewhat rambling. It’s late and I can hardly think right now anyway, but need to get this stuff outta my brain. I seem to have developed a heel spur on my right foot. It hit me outta the blue about two weeks or so ago. It’s just a self-guess-diagnosis at this point, but after watching several other family members go through this same thing in the past, I’m fairly certain that’s what is going on. We can’t do anything about it since I don’t have insurance. My next doctor appointment is in December, although lab work is in November. I have arthritis in both of my feet, so this extra pain is making walking that much more difficult. I’m using my tippy-toes on my right foot instead of my heel . . . and that gives my leg[s] cramps doing that, which I’m prone to, also. Last Wednesday, the forecast was for a freeze overnight and low temps for Thursday through Friday. So I cleared my day and harvested veggies at John/Elissa’s before it turned cold that night. Sure glad I did because the low for both Thursday and Friday nights was 24°! This was

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Life and time and aging

A g i n g   i s   n o t   f o r   s i s s i e s . Am I the only one who was told in my earlier adult years that by the time I reached my 60s life would begin to slow down? Those people lied to me! If anything, I have a ton more stuff to do in a smaller amount of time. There’s just NOT. ENOUGH. TIME. Somehow, someway, someone stole a hour or two . . . or three or four . . . from my days. Nevermind that the seasonal time change happens in three weeks. That extra hour won’t make a bit of difference in my life. It just means there are 60 more minutes of more stuff to do. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happier when I’m busy. I work best under pressure and on my own. I’m the one you want to call on for anything last-minute. On the other hand, I’ve noticed some positives as I’ve aged. At my age, there’s no longer any peer pressure. My own decisions – good or bad – are my own. No high school gossip or degrading remarks to deflect. I

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