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I was reading in this morning's newspaper that Australia is not only in the worst drought in eons, but their carefully harvested and stored away corn and wheat crops are being decimated by humongous populations of mice.  They can hear them and smell them after dark, as they chomp away their incomes and the continent's food supply.  Real horror stuff, and not fiction at all.  And these mice eat from sun down to sun up, with nothing to be done about them!

I'm probably due for nightmares tonight.


What, no Australian cats?


June 04, 2021, 02:39:13 PM #20072 Last Edit: June 04, 2021, 03:06:37 PM by Vanilla-Jackie
FlaJean - Marilyne - Shirley...i have met three lovely neighbours already who have been more than happy to help me...Two across the road, one male at his van came over to put my wheelie bin out early yesterday, ( think he was off to work ) he spotted me struggling, another lady came over today ( i didn't even see her coming over ) bringing it back in from the bottom of the driveway through my back gate today and brought back the removals cardboard boxes the dustmen did not take, she will also get a key cut for me to put outside in my new fitted today key safe box drilled to the outside wall to my front door, another my first or second day who came ( i did knock her door not knowing who was living there ) to help lock my conservatory door, even she had problems - unjam a curtain on the rail, climbed up to switch a switch on which was high up above my kitchen counter top so as i could use the washing machine, even asked me to write out a shopping list if there was anything i needed for the following day she would be out...All had a smile on their face and were more than eager to help, this is something i have not been used to when in the parkhome in Dorset after i lost my Richard...genuinely friendly, smiling and helpful neighbours around here...this is a breath of fresh air...

" look after our planet, it is the only one we have "


Woo hoo! Great neighborhood!  Way to go!


June 04, 2021, 04:34:58 PM #20074 Last Edit: June 04, 2021, 04:48:30 PM by Vanilla-Jackie
Mary Page...she ( opposite road neighbour ) also said her hubby can take the removals cardboard boxes down to the Council rubbish tip tomorrow morning when he goes...She popped back not long ago to ask me if i knew i had left my gate open, told her yes so her hubby can get access to them...gate now locked, i will reopen in the morning...We chatted...Wish i could do our woo hoo dance :woohoo: three cheers for good neighbours...

" look after our planet, it is the only one we have "


Another Three Cheers for you, Jackie! Sounds like a smart move!   :nanadance:  :nanadance2:  :cheer:  :excited:  :wave:  :woohoo:  :clap:


June 04, 2021, 06:22:32 PM #20076 Last Edit: June 04, 2021, 06:25:54 PM by Vanilla-Jackie
A lot of rocking and dancing been going on today, we will wear ourselves out... :rocker:  :dizzy:

" look after our planet, it is the only one we have "


This morning,  AJ  had an early appointment with his dermatologist, for Moh's surgery for a squamous cell tumor,  on the tip of his nose.   He now has a huge, white "clown" bandage, covering his entire nose, with just a small opening to breathe.   Yesterday, he had a PET scan, (unrelated to the nose).   Last week, he wore a heart monitor for one week, also unrelated to the other two issues.  It's no fun, growing old!!

Other than that - nothing happening around here this weekend.  I'm planning to watch a movie this afternoon, but haven't yet decided what it's going to be.  I have a bunch of Golden Oldies recorded on my DVR, so I may pick one of those, or pay $4.99 to see Nomadland.  It won a bunch of awards last year, and stars the wonderful actress, Frances McDormand, so hard to resist.  AJ will be watching the Ice Hockey Stanley Cup Playoffs, so he will be busy today, and for the next week or so with those

Jackie - Looks like you have a bunch of thoughtful neighbors!  Certainly much better than in your previous house.

Mary Page - I agree that hearing those Australian mice, chewing and chomping on the grain supply,  must be very unsettling, to say the least!  Exactly like being unable to awaken from a horrific nightmare!  :yikes:    Makes my flesh crawl.

Patricia -  Like you said - Send in the cats!


Apparently, the mice are too many.  They would probably overwhelm and kill any cats who appeared on the scene.

Marilyne, my Bob had that same exact operation in the same place years ago.  It did not kill him, but his many melanomas did.  Bob was a golf player, and while he wore a hat, I feel in my innards that it was golf that was a factor in my losing him.  Bob was a blue-eyed blond, and had extremely fair skin.

MarsGal, I have some Welsh blood, also.  I have always known it, as members of the family would mention it from time to time, and when I was an adult the keeper of our family tree information made certain that I had copies of all of the paperwork, and, bless her good, some of the originals.  A few years back, one of my granddaughters gifted a bunch of us with Ancestry.com spit kits for Christmas.  I sent mine in, and was actually surprised when the Welsh showed up in their DNA report.  Not because I disbelieved it existed; no, not at all; but because I know only of that one line and it goes back quite a bit and I just didn't know the DNA could show that.  His name, my ancestor's, was Wynne and he was a doctor who came over on the ship with William Penn and his Quakers.  Wynne was not a Quaker, but they needed a doctor, and he wanted to come here.  There is a town in Pennsylvania named for him: Wynnewood.  There, now!  Are we kin?  In the long run, we all are.


June 05, 2021, 06:37:53 PM #20079 Last Edit: June 05, 2021, 06:44:29 PM by patricia19
I took one of those Ancestory.com tests a few years back because my maternal side was positive of us being mainly Irish with some Scot and Welsh thrown in. Then, probably some Scandinavian because the Vikings loved that medieval Irish farmers' coast and all those jewels and gold in the Irish monasteries. Family history even stated we arrived at Charleston harbor in 1744 transported by the British.

My mother's uncle, who died in 1963, pre-computers had spent his bachelor life studying our line and even self-published a book on that. The first part was all about the Shannons and Tinklers, and the next was all the begets up until nineteen sixty. My older sister and I are listed, but my younger sister was not. Everyone was so positive that I just felt it couldn't be all true.

That was a waste of initiative as I'm mainly Irish, Welsh, and Scot, with two percent Swede and four percent Norwegian. Family lore had it right, even to the physical DNA entering that SC harbor, then south to Missouri and out to Kansas and Colorado. The only topper was up until the sixties, both sides of the family farmed. Other than a gift for gab and tongue twisters, no rich uncles with loads of cash or high consequence to be found. family lore documented even the family's red hair,  and faces, and pasty skin.


Good Afternoon,

Jackie,  I checked "Like" on your message about the help you've received since you moved.  Sounds as if you have some lovely new friends.

Marilyne,  I had the Mohs surgery on my leg several years ago.  Worked well and I have to hunt to find the scar now.

MaryPage,  #2 Son had the spit kit test a few years ago and the results were Irish, British, German and Scandinavian. We knew about the first three from genealogy research on my side and I wasn't too surprised at the fourth one.   I went through the Viking museum in York, England while on a tour of the British Isles and was amazed that every man in the Viking ship life-size display looked like my husband and his paternal relatives. So I suspect there was a Viking raider in the isles who...umm...passed along his genes. ;)

I've been watching the College Women's Softball Championship Tournament, which is played here in OKC.  OU and OKState are both in the tournament and each has lost one game so are working their way through the losers' bracket.  OU won today and OKState has back-to-back games tonight.

I got hooked on watching the games when Miss Dr. Emily, who played League Softball from "toddler to teen", used to work at the tournament.
She is currently at a resort in the Dominican Republic to be in a "destination wedding".  Seems the days of church weddings with cake/punch receptions in the parlor are long gone.  ::)

Off to see what's on the evening news before settling in for more softball.


Old Sourpuss me, I cannot fathom wanting a destination wedding; honestly I cannot.  I suppose what is dyed in my blood is having grown up in the nineteen thirties and forties, when literally every penny counted.  I tell my grandchildren & great grands that my first car, a brand new 1950 Plymouth, cost $1,650.00 and my first house, 4 bedrooms & 1 bath, cost $12,500.00 in 1953.  A wedding, to me, is supposed to be about love and family and having everything sweet and pretty and a happy day to have everyone remember.  There were stag parties for the men in the wedding party to drink to the groom, but no hen parties that I ever heard of.  Limousines were unheard of, and we'd never either seen nor desired to ride in one.  You kept the costs down as much as possible, both for the sake of your family, but also for your own savings, as you wanted to buy your own home one day.  But the two people in love is the joyful thing. Now I hear about, and have even seen in my own kin, weddings that are such humongous Productions, I just feel crushed by the thought of the expense and the sense of Joy is hard for me to feel.  Sad.


MaryPage,  I completely agree!  Emily has been in several weddings over the past few years and the Bachlorette parties for the bride are also, IMO, out of control.  I shudder at the expense of the entire production.

Must correct my softball game comments.  OKState does not play back-to-back games.  OU was to be playing another one now - followed by the OKState game.  However, things are currently in a "weather delay" and the radar map doesn't look as if they'll get to play any time soon.  OKState game may be in the "wee hours".


I hope you all enjoyed a nice Saturday.  It was a warm one here so we stayed in all afternoon playing games and the like. 

We took dinner to Dave and Michele's yesterday afternoon.  It was nice to be together.  Michele tried to join us at the table, but she did not stay long😩. We had a small gift and card opening, but she was not able to enjoy it😩😢

JACKIE, I am just thrilled to read how your new neighbors have stepped up to welcome you and be of help to you‼️ This move appears to be the very end you deserve😍😍

CALLIE, all I seem to hear anymore is destination weddings! 

Friday I did see my new diabetes doctor.  He was elated at my weight loss, my blood sugar numbers etc.  I do like him a lot and think I have found a endocrinologist that will indeed help me.

IT IS LATE, so Iwill say good night and wish you a good rest.



June 06, 2021, 12:39:08 AM #20084 Last Edit: June 06, 2021, 06:50:04 AM by Vanilla-Jackie
Callie...i see what you mean, two people " like " my post...

Jenny...good on your weight loss, same for me my weight is on its way back down to what it went to when i lost my Richard...which i lost a good 50lbs...

Looking forwards to my first Baptist Church meet-up next week Thursday, after speaking to a female church contact  ( in her 60's ) who is very much looking forwards to me joining the church...I will charge up my mobility scooter for the mile journey, said if i wasn't there she would come look for me...Then next Sunday ( fortnightly ) they have a " car-park " service, which will be empty of cars...

Renew Well-being is basically a quiet welcoming space where it is 'ok to not be ok'.  Whether we are anxious, lonely, struggling with mental health issues or just needing a quiet space to pray and be with other people, Renew offers an oasis in a fast moving world.  The morning is structured only around prayer which is optional and is a very accessible and non-threatening quiet time.  We break for prayer twice - once half way through the morning to name our concerns and requests before God, and once at the end to bless the rest of our day.  The rest of the morning is spent sharing our hobbies, doing crafts and puzzles and chatting together or just enjoying the sound of others chatting.  All ages and backgrounds are welcomed and any barriers seem to disappear over a shared cuppa and gentle company.  You can even learn a new skill - like crocheting!  All of us, whether hosts or guests, find the morning at Renew gives us a peaceful centre to our week.

" look after our planet, it is the only one we have "


June 06, 2021, 10:55:40 AM #20085 Last Edit: June 06, 2021, 10:59:04 AM by Marilyne

Today is special . . . D-Day, the 6th of June.   I'm hoping there will be memorial services and discussions, on the various TV networks.  I want to see them once again, and I don't want people to forget.    Both AJ and I are looking forward to watching some of the uplifting movies depicting that infamous day.  So many thousands of men gave their lives, so we could grow up and live free.  I'm grateful.   

Jenny -  Sorry to hear that Michele was too weak, to enjoy her birthday celebration. So nice of you and Bob, to take dinner for the family, and a gift for Michele.  I hope the three children are  understanding of the situation?  I'm know Matthew has been extremely helpful, and will be even more so, when he gets his drivers license. 

Jackie -  The church you will be attending, looks to have lots of helpful people, and many activities for you to choose from.  I'm happy to see that it's close enough for you to get there on your scooter, and will not have to rely on trying to find a ride.  The Renew-well being, sounds like a peaceful place for thought and rejuvenation of spirit.  I think I would like something like that, very much.


The mind is an unreliable thing.  Mine tends to squish up, like the ends of an accordion being pushed together; and I get mixed up about time spans and years.

Those BIG events in History we actually live through, those are easy to recall, often in vivid detail.  There is not one of us who cannot remember, for instance, where we were when someone told us JFK had been shot.

I remember D-Day, and hundreds of little details concerning that day.  But do you notice how that memory is like a splash of brilliant color in a sea of fog? Can you remember much, if anything, about your June 6, 1944 before you heard the long-awaited news?  No doubt you can remember what you heard and from whom it came, but do you actually remember much at all about the REST of that day?  For those not yet born, let me gently remind you we lacked television.  We had to rely on our newspapers and magazines.  We could not have filled our need to know without the wonderful LIFE magazine, filled with amazing photographs and first person accounts.  TIME was smaller, and with less picturing, but more words.

One place where some stitches in the memory quilt of my life have been broken has to do with the first book I read.  It must, it simply must, have been Cornelius Ryan's The Longest Day.  Here is my problem: it feels as though I read that book soon after D-Day, and that is not possible.  The book was published in 1959.  Fourteen YEARS later!

Whatever book I read first, I know this: the book switched back and forth between various watching and listening sectors.  The most brilliant account of all was the first: in the German bunkers overlooking the beaches of Normandy and the vast expanse of the English Channel beyond, guarding soldiers jotted down the time with observations such as "all clear."  The choppy waters were clear of any watercraft of any kind.  Life was boring here in their citadel of command.

The next time they looked up, the very breath gushed out of their bodies.  That channel was Full of ships and boats.  From front to back, from end to end, they were real and they were advancing.  There could not possibly be that many ships in the known world!

There were.  This was D-Day, the Sixth of June, Nineteen Hundred & Forty-Four.  I had just turned fifteen.

I was at boarding school here in Maryland.  It was graduation day for the Senior Class, and then we would all go home for the summer.  We were at breakfast.  The little bell the Headmistress utilized to quiet the din of chatter tinkled loudly.  We quieted down to hear what she had to say.  As usual, it was an announcement of some kind.  But it was not a usual announcement.  It was one we had yearned for in our hearts for almost 4 years now.  We suffered in wondering if such a greatly anticipated push onto the continent would ever actually come.  The war seemed eternal.

We were told that the radio, early that morning, had included an announcement from the headquarters of the Supreme Commander of The Allied Expeditionary Forces, General Eisenhower. The invasion of France had begun.  Our army and the armies of our Allies were pouring onto the beaches of France.  We were engaging the enemy.

We burst out into loud cheers: cheers that quickly quieted down, as we stood up in our places and grabbed our napkins to catch our tears.


MaryPage, I just went to Amazon and ordered the paperback.


There was a movie made from the book.  Don't know where you can get it.  Probably Amazon?


Another excellent movie about D-Day, is  "Saving Private Ryan".  I think it's now on either Netflix or Amazon Prime.


My heart grows heavy remembering that period of time. My oldest brother was still in the German prison camp (as far as we knew) and next oldest on a Navy ship in unknown waters. We kept the radio on for any news but I do remember the atmosphere of fear for OUR men & women at the front. 

I would be 10 when the final surrender took place, and to this day I thank President Truman for having the "guts" to do what it took to end it all. I wonder if this divided generation could pull together to defend our way of life like we did during that time. I was proud of my country and it had nothing to do with party politics!  God Bless America AND the rest of the world that helped to keep it free.


I was 16 when it finally ended and we all poured out into the streets of America.  Literally.  We linked arms with total strangers and cheered our way down those streets. 

If Truman had not used that terrible weapon, millions more would have died before there was an ending.  And the weapon existed, and it was no time at all before our foes owned the recipe for the ingredients.  If it had not been demonstrated to the entire planet of nations, someone would have used it later.  Who knows where and on whom?  Here we are, almost 76 years later, and no one has.  Nuclear warfare remains the monster in the closet, as it should.  Everyone knows the simple mathematical equation, which is that a strike will beget another, and destroy the peoples of both nations. The terror we all find merciless is a basic truth learned before kindergarten: you hit me, I'll hit you back, but one of those bullies may just become crazed enough to strike out.  Enter hope and prayers.  We need to believe there will always be tomorrows.


Jenny, I remain sad to hear that Michelle is still so weak. My thought are with you and the family.

I've seen The Longest Day several times. Just about everybody showed up in the movie if even only for a cameo shot. Never read the book. Saving Private Ryan was good, too. Tora, Tora, Tora was excellent. Oh, and then there was The Great Escape. Another I remember watching was Run Silent, Run Deep; I liked it enough to do a book report on it in high school. The book that stands out the most for me is Is Paris Burning?, but can't recall if I saw the movie. There are other movies I've seen and especially books I've read, but they don't stand out now in my mind. TV shows that stand out that I watched were McHale's Navy, and Black Sheep. I think Saving Private Ryan is the last WWII related move I saw. My war related reading is mostly military SciFi now and the TV documentaries I watch now are mostly Afghanistan related.


Mary Page  -  I was eleven when it was finally over, and I also remember it well.  For me, it meant that my father would be coming home at last, from a Naval base, somewhere in the Pacific. 

My Mother, Grandma, brother and I piled into the car, (a yellow Willys), to drive the 20 miles to my aunt and uncles house in Long Beach.  As we were leaving, Mother said we should stop at a church and give thanks that the War was over.   The closest one on the way, was the San Gabriel Mission, which of course is Catholic.  We weren't Catholic, but it mattered not. 
I'll never forget the ornate beauty of the church, and all the people who were kneeling and lighting candles when we went in.  I remember that my Mom reached into her purse and took a couple of hankies out, and placed one on my head, and one on hers.  You had to cover your head in church back then. 

Then we drove on to Long Beach, and later we went with my aunt, uncle and cousin to the large downtown area, where thousands of people were  celebrating the end of the war . . .  Dancing, marching, singing, and kissing.  It was a joyous site to behold.  I'm  grateful for having witnessed such a truly memorable  event.

MarsGal - I'll return later to comment on all those movies you mentioned, plus a few more of my favorites.       


June 07, 2021, 12:00:27 PM #20095 Last Edit: June 07, 2021, 12:02:32 PM by patricia19
Good morning; I was born after WWII, but alive for Korea, Vietnam, the Philipines's colonization, the different versions of Desert Storm, etc. Various members of my family and my husbands' families fought and often died in all of them.

I doubt any of the ones following WWII were due to more than politics and religion. Yet thousands perished, and what really changed? Perhaps when politics trumped patriotism, that's when "the music died."


There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don't expect you to save the world, I do think it's not asking too much for you to love those with whom you sleep, share the happiness of those whom you call friend, engage those among you who are visionary, and remove from your life those who offer you depression, despair, and disrespect. -Nikki Giovanni, poet and professor (b. 7 Jun 1943)"


You are absolutely right, Patricia.  Most of our current population were not yet born on that glorious day in August 1945 when we learned of the surrender of the Empire of Japan.  So they have no experience of an all-out war.

But the important thing, in my eyes, is the vast, and I do mean vast, difference between WWII all of the wars since.  The deaths of our servicemen and women has hurt just as deeply; otherwise, none of those wars came even close to impacting our citizens in the myriad daily ways that an all-out war, which started with our navy being almost blown out of the seas for good, did.  Every single household in the U.S.A. struggled in that war.  We had the draft, plus men & boys went in huge numbers to volunteer: so most homes had blue stars in their windows.  We all had ration books: man, woman and child.  And you had to take them with you when you were visiting someone for any kind of stay.  I had to take mine to school, for instance: my boarding school.  It was one of the first things on their lists of things we should not fail to bring.  In no time at all, none of us were without friends or family or just people we knew, to mourn.

Marilyne, funny, but we both had a like experience.  I was in a little town called Bunkie in Louisiana when V-E Day arrived in May of 1945.  I wonder how many know today that WWII was literally a World War, and the European portion ended a little more than three months before the Pacific did.  Anyway, I was with 8 young people, and they had arrived at school that morning only to be sent home to celebrate.  I suggested we visit a church first, and they said: "Which one?"  I looked about at my companions and mentally counted up their faiths.  I was not Catholic, but they held the majority, so off to the Catholic church we went!  And yes, that is another scene I remember well from way back then. 

V-J Day I was visiting cousins in Camp Hill, Pennsylvania, and they begged my aunt to drive us across the river to downtown Harrisburg, the State Capitol.  That is where we spent many hours letting off steam.  My two girl cousins and I, as I recall, dragged ourselves back over the bridge to Camp Hill with the booty of insignias, candy bars (almost impossible to buy anywhere) and at least two sailor hats each!


Patricia, there is a quote from the Czar of Russia (in Nicholas & Alexandra book) something like, "a war would help this economy right now". I read that many years ago but that quote still bothers me that "people in power" might opt for a war & death to help the economy.

War never solves the problems because no matter what type government in power, someone is always "on top". I don't say that lightly but it goes for every type of public power, even religious power can be compromised if those in power close their eyes to wrongs.

When we do have freedom of choice people can decide for themselves if they want to align with a dictator or walk away to another job. That freedom comes with a price we all have to pay, one way or another.

True, MaryPage, my brother was 17 when he enlisted, and Mother signed for him because he told her he would lie about his age if she didn't. Tomboy that I was, my mother gladly took any shoes offered by neighbor ladies in exchange for some sugar stamps. I wore out my leather stamps & Dad would put on soles & heels when he could buy them.

My oldest brother had been marched those last months, to keep ahead of the allies. I think he finally got home about the time the Japanese surrendered. They were told to find any ship heading to the US & get aboard. Our celebrating was maybe a little less because Bobby weighed only 85 lbs when he got out of that POW camp & home. The brother in the Navy didn't get home until even later, we were happy with NO gold stars in the window.


"One of the things that history is good for is puncturing our sanctimonious self-satisfaction about our own moral rectitude."
Mary Beard