Archive for May, 2013

Oh, no! More Computer problems

Dear loyal followers of beebeesworld.  My computer has broken again and been sent in for repairs please excuse me if I don’t answer mail expediently for the next week or so.  i will try to keep up, but without my computer, it will be slow. Thanks for your patience!

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Whats in a name?

I liked the idea put forth by Daily Prompt to say your name, describe what it means, how you got it how it fits you. I have always felt that it was a little bit unfair that our most personal thing-our name-is something someone else gives us.  My father got my name-Brenda-off of an insurance form.  He had been looking for names for his new child (back in the day, we didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl) and liked the name.  It had just become popular in 1955.  I don’t know anyone much older than me with my name.  As with the name I gave one of my daughters, it seemed to take off after we adopetd it.

 

I have read “Brenda” means firebrand in Gaelic-which fits me perfectly. both my fiery temper and my genealogy.  I think of my name sometimes when i am in a bad mood, an I think of the snake that says “Don’t tread on me.”  I like that.  Don’t mess with me, you never know what may be in store….   There are times that I have wished that my name had not become so popular-it is dated, for sure.  Mostly Hispanic little girls are named Brenda now  But that’s ok.  So many names in the 50’s were dated-Debbie, Lynn, Linda, Susan, Sherry, Lisa ,Carol, and many more.  I like my name.  It fits me, it fits my time.  All the Brenda’s I knew were tall with long brown hair, much like a trademark.  I think I will keep it! Thanks, Dad.

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Life and Death (haiku)

   The crow flies overhead

watching for a baby bird

   to fall from its nest

 

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Bears Exploring the yard

Bears Exploring the yard

We have a lot of black bears, but it isn’t always easy to get your camera and take their picture when they tend to stay close to the woods.

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Memorial Day Video

Beautiful tribute to our veterans

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Stones and Flowers (a poem)

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A few weeks ago I put the audio of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sound of Silence” on my blog. Today, thought the title is much the same, the topic is very different. This one is personal. I hope it touches you as s much as it did me. I wrote it with my father standing with me as we cleaned the kitchen after our big Sunday dinner. To me, the meaning is so prophetic. I was fighting tears as I tried to read it to my dad, who doesn’t hear well. To those who Know: I hope this means something to you. To those who do ot,I hope you never have to understand what each Sunday feels like to me.

The Sound AND Silence

In the sun upon the hill,

among the stones, among the flowers.

There upon a towel, soft,

I will sleep with him for hours.

Gone now, is that Sunday morn,

I wash and cook and clean so long.

Four generations eat with me,

I find my strength is simply gone.

I hear grandchildren laugh and play

by then my body’s racked with pain.

I feel so thankful that they’re here.

I swear that I’ll do it again.

They wave goodbye, and turn from me,

As I close that old back door.

I find that I can hardly see,

Tears are puddling on my floor.

I know inside, that he should be,

Here with us, but soon, I’ll be,

Back to those flowers and the stones

And lay to rest, just him and me.

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Time Travel

Copyright - Danny Bowman

“I must be dreaming!” I said to myself as I walked around the corner of the old brick building and saw the aging phone booth.

“I haven’t seen one of those in years!” Cell phones had pretty much sent phone booths the way of the dinosaur.

Even though I never had the cause to use them much, they did hold a sweet ring of nostalgia.

I walked up to the phone booth, running my finger over the fading red paint on the surrounding box. I smiled as I saw the push button dial, even with the buttons, it seemed quaint.

“What? 50 cents?” I sighed. I looked up to see the modern building and knew I was in the present time after all.

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