Aunt Ruth, by Lorie Sheffer Guest blogger

Aunt Ruth and her husband, 1930's, possibly at Longwood Gardens (PA)
Aunt Ruth and her husband, 1930’s, possibly at Longwood Gardens (PA)

When Jeff Noel and Lorie Gotwalt first became acquainted on the playground of Thomasville Elementary, the year was 1965 and she was 54 years old. One year older than Jeff and I are today.

The year she was born, King George V – the father of King George VI, who was portrayed in The King’s Speech- ruled England.

Penicillin was not to be discovered for another 17 years, or be used to treat bacterial infections for almost 30 years.

The first Indianapolis 500 was held with the winning car reaching an average speed of 74.56 MPH.

Her life spanned airmail through email.

The median household income was $520.00 a year. Milk sold for  $.17 a gallon and a new car cost about $750.00. This was also the time Louis Chevrolet opened his car company and the first public elevator went into use in London, England. Crisco shortening was being introduced to home cooks, and the US Navy acquired its first airplane.

California became the 6th state out in the US to grant women the right to vote, with hopes that the rest of the 40 states would soon follow.

She was born when William Taft was President, and she lived through the Administrations of Woodrow Wilson, Warren Harding, Calvin Coolidge, Herbert Hoover, Franklin Roosevelt, Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, John Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H.W.Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush and Barack Obama.

She lived through two World Wars, a Cold War, a Forgotten War, the Vietnam War, Gulf War and War on Terror. She experienced The Great Depression, several recessions, saw people march for civil rights, and tuned in to the TV coverage of the assassinations of JFK, RFK, and MLK, Jr. She read of and listened to her radio, for updates on the attacks on Pearl Harbor and watched TV to see in real time as the terror of September 11th unfolded.

She was able to recall a time when people dressed like the characters on Downton Abbey, and also remember what a man wore to walk on the moon.

In her life, she married and had two daughters and several grandchildren and great grandchildren. She loved animals, and always had pets in the house. She was a wonderful cook and had an amazing sense of humor. If not for the fact that she had passed the century mark with her mind still intact and her wit as sharp as ever, she would have passed through this world as just another ordinary housewife and mother.

She will be laid to rest today. For the first time in 102 years, the world will go on without her.

Party time, by Lorie Sheffer, Guest blogger

Break out the "good china"
Celebrating life is up to us (photo: Lorie Sheffer)

It’s nice to have something special to look forward to. If we wait for that invitation to arrive in the mail, or for the days to pass until the next holiday, life can get pretty stressful/boring/mundane. There are lots of parties just waiting to happen and many events worth a little celebration, if we just look for them.

One of my many eccentricities is turning “normal” events into mini-celebrations. The recent wedding of Kate and William turned into a British inspired brunch at my house. The Presidential Inauguration was reason for a champagne brunch and a special dinner to enjoy while waiting for The Gown to be revealed at The Heroes Ball. There are finale parties for reality shows and season premiers of PBS series. Groundhog Day is worthy of a party in my world. I don’t have to have an extensive guest list. Sometimes I spend days planning and baking for just my husband and myself.

Recently, I was asked why I “bother” going to all the trouble. Indeed. Why bother doing something that I enjoy, and why add a celebratory feeling to an otherwise ordinary event?

Life is what you make it. I choose to celebrate.

Are clams REALLY happy?, by Guest blogger Lorie Sheffer

Squirrel eating from bird feeder
Squirrel eating from bird feeder (photo: Lorie Sheffer)

Have you ever read your label?  Deserved or not, we all have a label. If a survey were taken of twenty people who know us, what would they say if asked to use one word to describe us? We’d likely see a few different ones, and perhaps even some conflicting ones. But most likely, we’d see the same word used several times.

What’s your label? Be it a positive or negative word, do you deserve it?  What can you do to keep it, or to change it? If it truly is not a word that fits, why do people have that impression of you?

In Memory, by Lorie Sheffer, Guest blogger

photo of ceremonial arch at beach
What a wonderful gift today is and will be (photo: Lorie Sheffer)

My friend died this week. She and I had lost touch over the years, as people often do. We met years ago, when our daughters were eight or nine years old and cheered for a local midget football program. She was fun and easy to get along with, and after all these years I can’t picture her any way but smiling or laughing.

Today, when I read her obituary, the similarities between us were striking. We were almost the same age, our daughters have the same first name, and our grandsons have the same first AND last names, save for one letter difference in the spelling. She loved to garden, she loved the beach; she loved spending time with her family.

Today, I have a boring list of errands to run. I want to get my flu shot, belated as usual. The monotonous task of scrubbing residual wallpaper paste from the walls of my adult son’s childhood bedroom lies before me. I’m already thinking of something easy to make for this evening’s dinner. I can’t help but think what a wonderful gift this day will be.

Positive New Year, by Lorie Sheffer, Guest blogger

photo of happy snowman cupcake
Happy snowman cupcake (made and photographed by Lorie Sheffer)

As the New Year approached, I decided to do a little experiment. I wanted to focus on, and be aware of, the day to day negativity I encounter, and make an effort to avoid those sources whenever possible.

The first overt negative message arrived via Facebook on January 2. Disguised in the form of a “joke”, it borrowed an image of a cranky, elderly lady who I believe is the property of a well-known greeting card company. It was a rambling commentary, complete with quotes of a former US President, complaining about “lazy” people on public assistance. I’ve seen such posts before, ranging in commentary on time frames for immigrants having to learn “our” language (America doesn’t have an official language, by the way) or leave the country to “jokes” about people with accents. (Most of the doctors responsible for saving my father’s life had heavy accents, and I am beyond grateful they were not deported because of that.)

I am thankful that there is a delete option I can use for such drivel, while still being able to catch up on births, engagements, photos of grandkids and holiday celebration. When I say “holiday”, I am not “taking the Christ out of Christmas” as some would suggest. I mean “holidays” as in Thanksgiving, Halloween, Christmas, Hanukkah, New Years, Valentine’s Day, Easter, Passover, Memorial Day…….

I saw a bumper sticker calling our President an idiot. I saw one making a profane statement that I can’t even repeat, out of respect for Jeff’s blog.

Turning on talk radio programs I never listen to, I heard hateful tirades for the sake of ratings. The TV is filled with glamorous, wealthy housewives calling one another horrible names and sometimes even throwing punches.

Today I am only 4 days into my vigil on negativity and I am already shocked by how much of it I am exposed to every single day. If I see it, then surely it must be out there for everyone else, too. What affect does this have on us? For some, it may be depressing. For others, it may cause anger. The affect is has on me? I feel a sense of pity. I choose to avoid it and those whose message is one of gloom and doom. I’d much rather walk in the bright sunshine than to drag around a cloak of darkness.