Simply Sentimental

Jonah

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Jonah was a student I tutored at a Title I elementary school. He was small in stature and a few grades behind his peers. He had a traumatic brain injury which slowed his growth and ability to learn. Challenged but not defeated.

His teacher warned me that he had difficulty retaining knowledge, but I discovered a student hungry to learn new things. We discussed new words in his stories, what they meant and how to use them in other sentences. He never ceased to impress me. Every child can learn something on their level.

Every Monday when I worked with him, he greeted me with a smile, asked how I was, and pulled out my chair for me. He lives with his father who is doing an amazing job raising a respectful boy with manners. I wish I could have met him but never had the opportunity.

I watched as he tried to participate in playground games only to be shunned by the other children. He would come to me with his head down hurting from rejection. Sometimes I would ask him to walk with me around the track pretending I needed his encouragement to exercise. Jonah’s step quickened every time I let him know I needed him to “help” me. Whenever he felt lonely, he asked me to stay and sit with him at lunch. I made sure we sat with the others in his class, and I tried to engage some of them in our conversation.

Each week I taught him one or two new words in sign language. It was a treat after we finished his reading and quizzes. He asked how to sign the word banana. It takes 2 hands, and one of his doesn’t function normally. So he held up the index finger for the banana and asked me to peel it so the sign would be complete.

The other sign he asked to learn was the word awesome. Then he signed to me, “I am awesome.” He did great with one hand. He said, “I’m always awesome.” I think he is, too!

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Keep on blooming!

I started writing another chapter in my life book. The cost of renting has skyrocketed. The practical solution for me was to purchase another home with a fixed monthly payment. Now I have more space and a fenced yard for my miniature dachshund.

I left big city life behind and live in a smaller town in East Tennessee. Home of my family members going back a few generations. I created a Tennessee Family Wall in my dining room and feel honored to walk and travel through this mountainous area. I always hang my orange flowered sign near the front door wherever I’ve live “Bloom Where You Are Planted”. It reminds me I’m not still here just to take up space. I’ve met so many nice folks in the neighborhood, restaurants and stores. Friendly, down home plain people with godly values that show.

I’m teaching a retired missionary (worked in Puerto Rico many years) how to use her new Windows laptop. I’m going to church with a couple from Cuba (raised in the USA). I’m communicating with the local library to start a budding authors’ writing group. Should I name it Adult Pen Fusion or Exercise Your Write? I love learning and passing it on in plain language to seniors.

Oh, I almost forgot, I have family 30 minutes away but miss my grandchildren. The neighborhood has a few small children who talk with me at the end of my driveway. I landed in the right place to continue this chapter of my life.

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Somebody’s gonna get it!

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The four silver-haired friends Carolina North, Ingrid Bogart, Frankie Roosevelt, and Paris England were spitting tea as they laughed in the Pleasant Hills Retirement Home, and then the murders began.

Murder 1 – A blood-streaked note that didn’t make any sense was discovered sticking out of a mystery book in the Reading to Remember room. The title was “Scream Bloody Murder”. Ingrid Bogart found it while searching for something interesting to read.

Murder 2 – A caregiver did a final walk-through of a former resident’s room and found a bath tub filled with bloody water. No body. No signs of a struggle. Frankie Roosevelt saw it next door to his room.

Murder 3 – a broom was found in a closet wearing a black mourning dress and hat. Adorned with diamond earrings in the straw with two red button eyes and black brooding lips. Paris England found it in her closet.

The bodies were found and reported to Manager Perry Mason by Carolina North. She was in shock and could barely talk. Carolina was interrogated for hours. Did she go searching for them? Why was she out in the dilapidated shed that was clearly marked as “Condemned”? She couldn’t look the investigator in the eye. She was placed in a 24-hour holding cell at the Bradley County jail for acting suspicious.

Carolina finally came to her senses and gave up her lover’s name. She had been abused by him and feared for her life. She saw the book “Scream Bloody Murder” when she accidentally knocked three books off his dresser.

Tall, medium sized, silver fox, Colt Magnum, the janitor of Pleasant Hills Retirement Home was the villain. Asked where the bodies were, he told the detective, they were waiting to be incinerated for treating him like trash. Folsom Prison. Life without parole. No Johnny Cash concerts.

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The Ring

My ring was similar to this one

He flew to the Big Apple to buy
A big diamond clear as the sky

Together we chose a ring guard setting
Placed on my finger at our wedding

As we promised to love and cherish
Believing our love would not perish

Years later I passed the ring on
And a bride received it from my son

But on a sad New Year’s Eve as a surprise
My son brought it home as tears filled my eyes

I put it away in a box for a year
My ring had felt love and plenty of tears

I had the diamonds placed in a pendant
As a gift to myself and a descendant

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