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Share Your World Sunday ~Week 22

It’s another awesome set of questions from our founder of the Share Your World Sunday. Cee is intensely busy taking her latest of classes and training in Energy Medicine. I just would like to take a moment to applaud the work this lovely person is doing. Many of you know that Cee has overcome incredible medical events in her life caused by Lyme Disease. A disease and events that almost cost her life. Three years ago could have made this a reality, instead this brave and courageous soul fought to hang on. I know she’ll forgive me for being so personal because my intentions are only in that I’d like you to know how much love and effort towards life Cee puts into this weekly challenge that we have so much fun with. It’s a fun writing challenge in front of us, for Cee I think it speaks of all that she continues to find fascinating in life. I personally applaud this.

Bravo you Cee! 

Now for this weeks questions and my answers:

  • Which do you prefer sweet or salty?  Or both at the same time?

I love salty and sweet together. French fries dipped into chocolate milkshakes. Beer, pretzels,  and a good piece of dark chocolate. Honey roasted peanuts. You get the idea.

  • Have you finished/started anything new or creative?

Funny you ask. I have about 15 new cards that I have created in the past month. I have yet to photograph them and post them which I will be doing. I am also in the midst of a new collage. I also made a sign for my read trip with galpals. A group of Red Hatters traveling together should carry a sign on their car stating so. So on 8.5″ x 11″ canvas I simply made a sign that said, “Traveling Bend Oregon’s Mountain Momma’s” Red Hat Society in a smaller font was at the bottom.  And of course I added the obligatory ( miniature) Red Hat with purple feathers on it.

  •   How do you want to be remembered?

Forever I have hoped to be remembered for my love and advocacy for children. I’d like my own grandchildren to be able to look back and see my work and passion with children as something they are proud of. My husband’s beloved late grandmother is one of the founding grandmothers for the Foster Grandparents Program in the USA and I am quite frankly so proud of her I bust a smile from one ear to the other when I talk about this woman. I hope when I am in my 80’s at the very least I am still rocking babies who have no one else to rock them.

  •  Name one thing you wish you could change about yourself

Does wishing for a pain-less life count? Okay, kind of cheesy. I wish that I could learn to say “NO” without so much struggle. I’d like to be able to say NO and walk away  and not be wondering if because I said NO I was being mean, un-thoughtful, and unkind. I wish I could accept its just a “NO”. That it means nothing else, there are no hidden meanings behind the answer “No”.

Thanks again my friend Cee. You are so awesome, getting this weeks questions out and having this coming weekends ready to be published Saturday night. All while gearing up and conserving Spoons for your classes.  Amazing Lady you are! Thank you and know I am thinking of you and sending you my love and wishes for a class with others who are just as passionate and devoted as you.~


©tjhelser 2012

When I Grow Up I Want To Be Just Like….

I first published this piece on November 16th 2011.  This morning after reading a tender & most loving piece by our own Miss Jules. (Julie, jmgoyder at her blog: http://jmgoyder.com/2012/04/29/love-story-11/  I was very quickly reminded of this piece I wrote some time ago.Because I had just TWO  follower’s back then , I thought it might be fun for me to repost a piece of my own again. How does that work, Repost and again in the same sentence? Anyway…I hope you’ll enjoy meeting my Miss E, and my bestie here in my non-cyber world.
 When I Grow up I want to be just like…


This is a tribute to a woman in my life who I want to be when I grow up.  She will never read this. But it makes no matter. No need. I think she knows how I feel anyway. Along with telling her that I want to be just like her when I grow up I also share with her just how much I love her, and why.

Miss E is in her mid 80’s and I had the blessing of meeting her when I joined one of the most unusual and incredible journey’s of my life. And I am so blessed to have her and my journey’s cross on the same path.

I became a RED HAT SOCIETY member in 2004 at the age of 50. Had I known at the time that there is a young group in this society of women also for ladies under 50, called Pink Hatters, I would not have waited. I had much to learn., including that there are few to no rules in the Red Hat Society. One of the aspects I adore.

Another thing I was very quick to learn was that for the most part these are the most unusually kind and compassionate women who become Red Hatters, My world was soon to take on a whole new color.

I have also met another woman who has over time, albeit we’ve been friend’s from day one, who has become my best friend. We are one another’s “besties” and have an amazing friendship. One that is based on so many likeness’s but also without being needy that I’ve watched happen in so many close friendships. We’re both married to our best friends forever and time with our families always come first.

And then I have met Miss E. This beautiful graceful gentle spirit of loveliness. Having lost my grandmother many years ago I am often attracted to older women who I believe hold the truths and wisdom’s that are meant to be shared with the younger ladies in their lives. Generations of women passing on to other generations of women.

When I first met Miss E I knew that I had met someone of great importance instantly. I knew right away with no questions that this woman would be a key influence in my life. Whether she knew it then was not important. What was important was for me to absorb and be influenced by everything about her. Just sitting next to her sharing a meal is a calming and healing experience. Spending any amount of time with Miss E is a gift. Ones that I cherish maybe more than I cherished even those with my own grandmother; only because I was so much younger, and so much more ignorant than to the facts of life that she could have shared with me. I see this now. Funny how much more open we become as we grow older to the idea that our elders just may have something to offer us,. If only we listen. Ask questions. Engage.

So I am soaking up as much Miss E as I can. I have a chronic illness that often has taken me away from my regular meetings with my Red Hat chapter. One of the many thing living with a chronic illness has shown me is that I am not often fun to be with, to talk to. To say that all of my family and close friend’s have been able to deal with me and my diseases’ over the last 27 years would be a silly untruth. It’s true you know, what they say about really finding out who yours friends are…

So today I get a phone call from Miss E. Actually I received a call from her last week but was asleep and was only able to try to return her call today. I missed her. I was quite bummed but not as shocked as I was that I was bummed. I did not realize just how much I was looking forward to speaking with her. I left what I’m sad to say may have sounded like a forlorn message. So not like me. Even if I am not feeling well. I don’t usually feel sorry for myself, finding pity parties for one complete bores. I walked away from the phone feeling a bit lonely What was this? I went about my day doing what little I was up to. To feel productive . Read a bit but soon my eyes were tearing up so I laid the book down. My thoughts went back to Miss E.

This woman has lost a husband, a child, two grandchildren and has lived more in her 80 plus years than anyone else I know. And yet she never looks at the negative, she’s a strong woman of gentle faith, and she is someone I’d like to grow up to be like. To this day she stays incredibly busy which is why I did not find her at home. She was giving blood. Miss E does not have a cell phone, would not have a cell phone and this is just one of the vast many things I love about her. She also makes no apologies for it and why should she? She has taught me that I have little need to be tied to my land line phone and I don’t have a cell any longer either. Miss E knows there is nothing that important that an answering machine cannot pick up. There is life to live. And if you are so tied to a device that you feel you HAVE to carry, and always HAVE to answer, are you living it to the fullest?

As I was recalling her telling me one day how much a card I had sent her meant to her. I was stunned. This is a woman who on her last birthday received either more birthday cards than she is young. And here she was making a fuss over a card I’d sent her? She did not just say to me, “gee it was nice of you.” Nope! Miss E took the time to tell me that the things I’d wrote in the card had meant so much to her, and why. That she really liked the hand crafted card and she’d pull out elements to talk about, to tell what she liked about them.

I think there is a lesson there. No, I know there is a lesson there,…..and as I was doing my homework my land line rang. I answered it. It was Miss E.

We talked, we laughed, we cried, we shared. We both have adult daughter’s who have moved back home. She has so much to teach me, so much wisdom, so many lessons.

I want to be just like Miss E. when I grow up.

For My Friend Judith~

For My Friend Judith  ~

Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

 By Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

 And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

 and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.

 I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

 and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

 and run my stick along the public railings

 and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

 I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

 and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens

 and learn to spit.

 You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

 and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

 or only bread and pickles for a week

 and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

 and pay our rent and not swear in the street

 and set a good example for the children.

 We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

 But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

 So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

 When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.



The Red Hat Society

The Red Hat Society began as a result of a few women deciding to greet middle age with verve, humor, and elan. We believe silliness is the comedy relief of life, and, since we are all in it together, we might as well join red-gloved hands and go for the gusto together. Underneath the frivolity, we share a bond of affection, forged by common life experiences and a genuine enthusiasm for wherever life takes us next.

 Women of a certain age wearing red hats and purple outfits! Could world domination be far behind?!