31 05 2012

Well, since The Donald has brought up the subject of Obama’s birth certificate once again, I figured I might just as well jump in, too.  I had received the following email sometime ago and just held it here on my desk until I decided to pass it along.  You can check out all the details yourself.  I have not.

Obama’s birth certificate says he was born on August 4, 1961.  It lists his father and says his father  was born in Kenya, East Africa 25 years prior to this.  Kenya did not even exist until 1963,   2 years after Obama was born.  So his father could not have been born in a country that did not even exist at that time. When his father was born there, the area was called British East Africa Protectorate.  

Also, the hospital Obama was supposedly born in is listed on the birth certificate as Kapi’olani Maternity & Gynecological Hospital’  This hospital was not even named that at the time.  It was called KauiKeolani Children’s Hospital and Kapi’olani Maternity Home.  There was no Kapi’olani Maternity & Gynecological Hospital at the time Obama was born.  So why is it listed on his birth certificate.  The name was not changed until 1978 when the hospitals merged.  That is 17 years later. 

Also, it is said that in 1961 people of color were called Negroes.  So why does his birth certificate say he is listed as African American when no one had even said that term yet. 

As I said, check it out for yourself.  This came from   Maybe The Donald is really on to something.  I certainly hope so.  Vote Republican all the way down the list this time.  I certainly will.  Thanks.  



30 05 2012

Next morning, the three children were taken to the County House.  Here, they were questioned by several different people.  All wanted to know the secret.  Still, the children would not tell.  This questioning lasted all day. Then they were put in jail and threatened with being boiled in a tank of oil.   Still, they would not tell the secret.

While in the jail, even the prisoners tried to get them to tell their secret, but they would not.  The children began to say the Rosary in the jail and the prisoners joined with them in the prayer.  A guard then came for them and took them back to the County House.  Jacinta was the first to be questioned and if she did not tell the secret, she would be boiled in the oil.  No matter, she would not tell.  She was taken to another room.  Next Francisco was told that Jacinta had been boiled and he, too, refused to tell the secret so he was taken to the room. Then Lucia was told both children had been boiled and she still would not tell the secret.  Finally, the Magistrate gave up and took them back to the Rectory in his carriage.  This was on the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary into Heaven.

The people in the area became enraged about the kidnapping and questioning of the children but their fathers came to the Rectory to get them and the people settled down.  The Pastor was most grateful for the intercession.  Through all this, it became a matter of public record that there was definitely a secret.

On the next Sunday, August 19, the children went to the Cova and said the Rosary.  After that, Lucia and Francisco went with his brother to Valinhos nearby.  About 4:00, Lucia began to recognize that Our Lady was coming.  There was a flash in the air and she sent Francisco’s brother to bring Jacinta to Valinhos.  As soon as Jacinta arrived, there was a second flash in the air.  Now Our Lady appeared over another holmoak.

‘What do you want of  me?’ asked Lucia.  The  Lady answered, ‘I want you to continue to come to the Cova da Iria on the thirteenth and to continue to say the Rosary every day.’

Lucia then told Our Lady how so many people did not believe them and she asked Our Lady to perform a miracle so all could see and believe.

Our Lady answered, ‘Yes. In the last month, in October, I shall perform a miracle so that all may believe in my apparitions.  If they had not taken you to the village, the miracle would have been greater.  Saint Joseph will come with the Baby Jesus to give peace to the world.  Our Lord also will come to bless the people.  Besides, Our Lady of the Rosary and Our Lady of Sorrows will come.’

Lucia asked what to do with the money people are leaving at the Cova.

Our Lady answered, ‘Two litters should be made; you and Jacinta are to carry one with two other girls dressed in white; Francisco is to carry the other with three boys also dressed in white robes.  The money placed on the litters is for the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary.’

Then Lucia asked about the sick.  Our Lady answered, ‘Yes, I shall cure some of them within the year. ‘  She told them to pray rather for the health of souls than of bodies.  ‘Pray! Pray a great deal and make sacrifices for sinners, for many souls go to Hell for not having someone to pray and make sacrifices for them.’

Then Our Lady began to rise towards the East. When She was gone, the children broke off a small tree branch where Our Lady’s feet had touched.  The fragrance from the branches was indescribable. Lucia’s mother did not believe but after smelling the fragrance of the branch, she and the whole family did not oppose the apparitions much anymore.


28 05 2012

We all live this really good life these days.  I don’t mean we are all rich or have everything, but if we try, we do have a comfortable life.  Before God allowed electricity to be invented, people lived an entirely different life than we do nowadays.  How would you like to go back to that time.  Not me.  I am spoiled and like it that way.

So when we were given the benefits of electricity, what would we ever use that for except for a light bulb now and then.  But then just look around.  Not only did people get a light bulb, but then other people invented all those ways to use those light bulbs.   Look in your own room or your own house and notice the lamps and the light fixtures and all those other necessary things of today.

And then think about the woman washing on a washboard and how after electricity, she could have a washing machine and after that, an automatic washing machine.  How fortunate for all of us.

And then, take a walk around your kitchen and look at all those marvelous machines that do everything in the world for you.  From the coffee pot to the garbage disposal and even the toaster.  Do you remember when all toast was made in the oven?    And it had to be planned so we wouldn’t heat the house up in the summer and we only had oven toasted bread in the winter.  That was a treat in itself.  Now, we just pop that bread  or whatever it might be in that slot in the toaster and it is done in a matter of moments.

But then in today’s world, we have these people running around telling us that we don’t need to use the electricity anymore.    I need to use my electricity. And I don’t see any reason why they should think they are in charge of how much electricity anyone gets to use. God gave us this great gift because it was in His time to give it to the world.  Simple as that.  God is in charge of everything, including even the most basic things.  He is the one who decides when we are given the computers and the internet and the automobile and all other amenities that we sometimes take for granted.  He is the one who uses the individual for His plans.  He knows what He is doing.  He will be the One who runs everything.  Not some person who decides they know what is best for this world.

It is God’s world.  I hope people will wake up and let God run His world.  All we have to do is live by His rules and this world can be a great place, one of peace and tranquility, and happiness for all.

You know,  I remember a time before all these problems arose during the 1960’s and that generation decided they knew what we should all do and how immorality should rein.  Remember the words – Forty years I loathed that generation and I swore in My anger, they shall  not enter into my rest.

Enjoy your electricity.   We are all so fortunate.  Thank You, Dear God for everything You have given to us.


27 05 2012

Well, another holiday weekend about gone and am I ever glad.  I never did care too much for Memorial Day which was called Decoration Day before.  It just never was my favorite time of the year.  Everyone was so somber and sad and I didn’t care much for that part.

My father was a printer at the local newspaper and there was a printer’s plot at the very old local cemetery.  So, every year, we had to attend this somber,  long memorial service for these dead printers.  The cemetery was so old that it had broken grave markers and everything smelled musty and moldy and old.  But my father was very respectful of those who had gone before him and so we went, like it or not.  And we better not have any other plans and we better not complain either.

Usually, it was humid and uncomfortable weather and we had to get all dressed up special for this occasion. That meant Sunday School clothes all the way.  And then we sat on these very old benches that had rusty spots on them.  The whole day was just difficult to deal with.  But we were brought up to always have good manners and be respectful and kind.  So we smiled nicely and spoke to all those older people that we saw once a year.

A Preacher would make a small sermon and say a few prayers.  And then came the really special treat of  a quartet that sang several songs.  They were usually much older people who could not carry a tune in a bucket and they certainly had no harmony between them.  But they had a juice harp to sound out the note and then they would all sing, sometimes together.  We sat glued to our seats, not daring to look at each other for fear we might have to laugh or cry, never sure of which it would be.

When it was all over, we had to stand around while our parents talked to all their old friends and visited for awhile.  However, I wouldn’t mind getting to do that one more time.  Might be fun to see all those people again and sure would be nice to see my parents again.

Miss them all. And all those like them who worked so hard every day to have a better life for everyone.  And all those who taught us children all the manners and niceties of life and reminded us to be ladies and gentlemen no matter the situation.

I know this holiday is for remembering all those who have fallen in the quest to save our country.  And I respect and honor that myself.  I miss a lot of that patriotism that was so prevalent in that day and time too.  I still honor the flag every day at my home.  And I truly respect all this country has stood for all the years.  I miss the moral fiber that always held everyone together, the honor for the parents and the respect for Almighty God and the other things that made us all one big family belonging to this wonderful country.  I remember it all very well.  And I miss all that, too.  I hope we can all get back to that very soon.

Happy Memorial Day!


24 05 2012

I grew up in this really great typical family.  There was a mother, father, grandmother, sister and brother.  We lived a perfectly normal life in the decade of the 1940’s.  Everyone was treated fairly, both in praise and in reprimands.  And I am so glad I was placed there by Almighty God because it couldn’t have been any better.

My father was always the last word on anything.  He was very fair and very kind and very strict.  But he always was striving to make people happy and to feel better about themselves.  We had this neighbor who was always talking about his ‘hogs head cheese’ that his family ate when he was growing up. My father had eaten some of that before, too, down in the country where it was made.  So he talked with the neighbor and they both agreed that cheese was just simply great.

Next month or so, the neighbor family invited us over for Sunday dinner. And guess what!  They served hogs head cheese, the real kind, made out of real hog’s heads. The neighbor had made a trip to the country just to get that for us.  We had been taught all our lives to be nice and complimentary and kind to anyone, so when it came time to eat that hogs head cheese, all us kids smiled and swallowed – really, really hard.  I remember my brother looked a little green, but he didn’t say so.  And it was all I could do to eat mine, especially thinking about those hog’s heads.  But we ate it and raved over how good it was.  My father was raving over it, too, complimenting the neighbor for such a wonderful treat.  But, oh boy, we were really glad to get back home so we could brush our teeth and say what we really thought about that hogs head cheese.

Another time, our Great Aunt Mary was coming for a visit.  I had never seen her before as it had been so long since she had visited.  She and her husband were driving from California just to see us.  She had helped in raising my father and so he was really excited about her visit.  He kept talking about how he wanted her to make some of that great chili she had made for him as a kid.  He kept saying it had big chunks of garlic in it and we would just love it.  Well, after visiting for a couple of days, Aunt Mary decided to make some of that chili that my father was just raving about.  You know, the one with the big chunks of garlic in it.

My father watched while she cooked and he was so anxious to taste.  That night  at dinner, we had garlic chili with a little meat thrown in for flavor.  It had so much garlic in it that it was all we could do to swallow it.  But we did.  And we all complimented Aunt Mary for such wonderful chili.  I can still taste that garlic every time I think about it.  But we were kind and thoughtful and smiled a lot even if we did smell sort of funny that evening.

It was truly a great family full of all the things that families did back then.  And lots of fun and happiness.  You might like to read a little more about this family of mine along with living history about what was really going on in the world around us.  My book IN THE 1940’S  tells all that.  The War was raging all over the world and we were living with the rationing and the allotment checks since my father went to War and the air raids and everything else that was going on.  It was a very interesting time and if you like my writing, you will really enjoy this book.

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22 05 2012

After the third apparition, the children talked often about seeing the poor souls crying out in Hell and prayed more for the salvation of souls. They were followed everywhere they went by people asking about the secret.  To avoid this, they went to their pastures over back roads and through deserted areas.  They longed to be left alone so they could pray even more.

Jacinta was particularly disturbed after seeing the suffering souls in Hell.  She prayed almost constantly. At one time, she saw a vision of the Pope kneeling before a table in a big house.  He was crying and holding his face in his hands.  Outside, some people were throwing stones at him and saying many ugly words.  Another time, she began to cry and asked Lucia if she could see the great number of people who were crying from lack of food.  And the Holy Father praying before the Immaculate Heart of Mary and all those praying with him.

Great numbers of people, even priests, began to visit the Cova and some wanted to see the children.  Most wanted to know the secret and would offer presents and special favors.  But the children never told the secret to anyone.  In fact, they would run and hide when they saw people coming.  This interfered with their daily lives.

Lucia’s family still ridiculed her often and now visitors tramped on their garden until all the plants were ruined.  Lucia could no longer watch the sheep and they had to sell them.  Her mother was particularly distressed.  One of the visitors said Lucia had taken a dollar from another visitor.  Lucia denied this but her mother thrashed her with a broomstick.  Too late, it was found that Jacinta was the one who was given a dollar.

Even newspaper reporters came to talk to the children.  The stories written later depicted the children as epileptic and victims of greed and fraud. This only served to further divide the community.

The Chief Magistrate of the County where Fatima is located was a man of great power.  He had been baptized as a Catholic but had left the Church to join the Masonic Lodge.  He then started his own Lodge and was its head.  He also published a newspaper which served to ridicule the Faith and the Catholic Chuch and its Priests.

Both fathers of the children had been summoned to appear before this Magistrate to answer for their stories.  Lucia’s father willingly took Lucia.  Jacinta and Francisco’s father refused to let them go. The Magistrate began to question Lucia but she remained quiet.  Her father answered that this was all women’s talk and was not to be believed. Jacinta and Francisco’s father spoke up and said he believed the children. The Magistrate warned Lucia that if he did not learn her secret, he would kill her.  And then they were dismissed.

Early morning of August 13th, the Magistrate came to Jacinta and Francisco’s house.  He said he wanted to see the miracle too.  He insisted on taking the children in his carriage.  On the way, they were to stop at the rectory so he could ask some questions.  Lucia was questioned by the Pastor, who now believed the apparitions not to be the work of the devil,  but invented stories.  When she would not disclose the secret, he accused her of spreading lies.

Now, the Magistrate kidnapped the children, putting them in his carriage and driving them to his house.  There, he locked them in a room and said they would never leave the room until they told him the secret.  However, his wife let them out of the room, gave them lunch and let them play with her children. Meanwhile, everyone became angry at the Magistrate over the kidnapping of the children.

At the Cova, the thunder sounded and then a flash was seen and there was a little bright cloud that appeared over the holmoak. It stayed a few minutes and then ascended towards Heaven.  At that time, everyone’s face seemed to glow in all the colors of the rainbow.  The tree leaves were replaced with flowers and the ground was in little squares of different colors as was all clothing. The lanterns hanging over the holy spot were of gold.  Next day, the Pastor wrote an apology for his unbelief.



17 05 2012

After the second apparition, the children endured much ridicule.  The next day they were to see the Pastor.  He questioned them independently.  Jacinta and Francisco were silent.  Lucia told some of the things the Lady had said.  His answer was that it was not possible for Our Lady to come from Heaven just to tell the children to say the Rosary. He said this could be a trick of the devil.  This caused Lucia much torment.  She even dreamed that the devil was laughing because he had tricked her.  She decided not to go to the Cova again.  Then, the day of the third apparition, she suddenly changed her mind.  The three children ran to the Cova in order to be there for Our Lady.

They were slowed by the crowd of people who were also going.  Jacina’s father who believed their story, ran after them to protect them from the crowds.  The children said the Rosary joined by the people in the crowd. Then Lucia stood up, looked to the East and cried out, ‘Our Lady is coming!’.  A small greyish cloud hovered over the holmoak.  The crowd was silent.  The Lady bent over the three children and engulfed them in her immense light.  Then Lucia spoke, ‘What do you want of me?’

‘I want you to return here on the thirteenth of next month,’ The Lady said. ‘Continue to say the Rosary every day in honor of Our Lady of The Rosary to obtain peace for the world and the end of the war; for she alone can save it.’

Lucia then asked the Lady, ‘Will you please tell us who you are and perform a miracle so that everyone will believe that you really appear to us?’

‘Continue to come here every month.  In October, I will say who I am and what I desire and I will perform a miracle all shall see so that they believe. ‘

Lucia asked about healing some.  The Lady said, ‘Some I will cure and others not.  As to the crippled boy, I will not cure him or take him out of his poverty, but he must say the Rosary every day with his family.’  Another, a sick person who wished to be taken to heaven,’He should not try to hurry things. I know well when I shall come for him.’

Lucia asked for the conversion of some people. The Lady recommended the saying of the Rosary.  She said, ‘Sacrifice yourselves for sinners; and say often, especially when you make some sacrifice:  My Jesus, it is for love of  You, for the conversion of sinners, and in reparation for sins committed against The Immaculate Heart of Mary.’  She then opened her hands and the light seemed to penetrate the earth.  The children saw a sea of fire with devils and souls as of humans as transparent black or bronze embers floating in the fire with clouds of smoke rising; amidst wailing and cries of pain and despair.  They could tell the devils by their horrible and nauseous figures of animals, transparent as black coals in a fire.

The children cried out, ‘Oh…Our Lady’. Our Lady explained, ‘You have seen Hell – where the souls of poor sinners go.  To save them God wants to establish throughout the world the devotion to my Immaculate Heart.  If people will do what I will tell you, many souls will be saved, and there will be peace.  The war is going to end.’

‘But if they do not stop offendingGod, another and worse war will break out in the reign of Pius XI.  Whenyou see a night illumined by an unknown light, know that is the great sign that God gives you, that He is going to punish the world for its crimes by means of war, hunger, persecution of the Church and of the Holy Father.’

‘To forestall this, I shall come to ask the consecration of Russia to my Immaculate Heart and the Communion of Reparation on the First Saturdays.  If they heed my request, Russia will be converted, and there will be peace.  If not, she shall spread her errors throughout the world, promoting wars and persecutions of the Church; the good will be martyred, the Holy Father will have much to suffer, various nations will be annihilated; in the end, my Immaculate Hdeart shall triumph.  The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to me, which will be converted, and some time of peace will be given to the world.  In Portugal, the dogma of the faith will be kept always. Do not tell this to anyone.  To Francisco, yes you may tell it.’

Lucia then asked, ‘Don’t you want anything else from me?’ ‘No, today I desire nothing else from you.’

Then Our Lady once more rose towards Heaven.






11 05 2012

I can never Thank God enough for the fact that I have such a wonderful family and can enjoy them all so much.  I am a very fortunate person.

When I was growing up, I never even liked kids at all.  They always just got in my way.  Never babysat except one time and went to sleep that one time and the people got furious with me.  Never did that dumb thing again. If I wanted to make money, I got other jobs besides watching kids.  That was really boring to me.

I was planning on having one of those careers that everyone talked about.  I was going to really have a great life ahead of me.  I was an excellent secretary of the day and could manage people and things very well.  Had a great job waiting for me the day I got out of high school.  I was on my way!

And then this guy came along and messed it all up for me.  I got married instead of a career.  Worked a few years and then started a family.  By that time, I was really ready.  Because of medical problems, I could not carry a child before this time.  So after surgeries, I was able at last to begin a family.  And boy, did we ever.  We had that first child and then a couple of years later, another one came along and then another year later, here came another one and then another year later, another was on the way.  I had 4 children and the oldest was 5.  Was I ever busy, too.  And loved every minute of it, every day, everything I did.

I thought the life of a stay at home wife and mother to be the best life possible. I had a lot of fun during those growing up years with my own preschool/kindergarten.  If I ever wanted to be important in my life, I certainly was now.  I could tell that because there was a constant, ‘Mom, Mom, Mom’ all day every day.

I learned how to cook to feed them all and I learned how to pinch that penny when there weren’t many of them to be had.  And I learned how to balance my time and how to organize everyone and how to keep them all healthy and reasonably happy. And after I learned some of that, here came some more of those same type children along the way.   We had a house full of fun and work and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

So glad that God gave me this life that I could never have imagined.  Never even crossed my mind that I would live this sort of a daily life.  How could I have possibly known what was best for me.  But God did.  And He put me right smack dab in the middle of it. And I am so glad and forever happy that He did.

Thank You Dear God for letting me be one of those Mothers.    Happy Mother’s Day everyone.  May God bless you as much as He has me.



8 05 2012

The children agreed not to tell anyone about the Lady’s visit.  But Jacinta couldn’t wait to tell her mother.  Her mother only laughed and called her a little saint. But Jacinta kept telling the same story over and over.  Finally the mother insisted she tell it to her father and the rest of the family who had gathered for supper.  Jacinta told the story once more.  Francisco agreed with all that she said. Some of the family made fun and laughed at them.  Their father believed them though. He knew they would not lie.

During the coming weeks, the children tried to follow the Lady’s requests to offer sacrifices for the conversion of sinners.  They gave their lunches to the sheep and ate the acorns from the trees instead.

Lucia’s sister heard the story in town and asked her sister.  Then her mother heard the story and was incensed to think her youngest daughter would lie so.  Over the next days, she threatened her child with various punisments, but Lucia would not change her story.  In desperation, the mother threatened to take Lucia to see the local Pastor.

Meanwhile, the story spread all through the town and people were laughing at the thought that a Lady from Heaven would come here to visit with three children.  Very few of them believed the story.  Even other children laughed at them.  Adults ridiculed the parents, saying they were not fit to raise their children.

Lucia’s mother did  talk to the Pastor who suggestd the children be allowed to visit the Cova de Iria the following month.  He said he would then talk to them individually.  Jacinta’s father also went to see the Pastor.  The Pastor  told the father to make up his own mind.  If he wanted to bring the children, the Pastor would talk to them.  If not, do not bring them.

The 13th of the month was also time for the local Feast of St. Anthony which was celebrated with great festivity.  Both mothers tried to discourage their children from returning to the Cova da Iria.  But the children were determined to follow the Lady’s request.   When they arrived, other people were also waiting.  One lady named Senhora Maria Carreira was there with her 17 year old crippled son.

The children sat down under a tree, ate their lunch and waited for Our Lady. They all began to say the Rosary.  Then Lucia jumped up and said, ‘Jacinta, Jacinta, here comes Our Lady.  I just saw the flash.’  The three ran to the smaller tree.  Others followed.  Lucia was heard to say, ‘You told me to come here today. What do you want me to do?’  ‘I want you to come here on the thirteenth of the next month.  Say the Rosary, inserting between the mysteries the following ejaculation – O My Jesus, forgive us.  Save us from the fire of Hell.  Bring all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need.’  I want you to learn to read and write and later I will tell you what else I want.’

Lucia then asked Our Lady to cure a certain person.  The Lady answered, ‘If he is converted, he will be cured within the year.’

Lucia said, ‘I would like to ask you also to take us to Heaven!’ ‘Yes’, Our Lady answered.  ‘I will take Jacinta and Francisco soon.  You, however, are to stay here a longer time.  Jesus wants to use you to make me known and loved.  He wants to establish the Devotion to My Immaculate Heart in the World.  I promise salvation to those who embrace it and their souls will be loved by God as flowers placed by Myself to adorn His throne.’

‘Am I going to stay here alone?’ asked Lucia beginning to cry.  ‘No my daughter.  Does this cause you to suffer a great deal?  I will never leave you, My Immaculate Heart will be your refuge and the way that will lead you to God.’

Then Our Lady opened her hands and an immense light covered her.  The three were in it, as if submerged in God.  Jacinta and Francisco were on the side ascending to Heaven.  Lucia was on the side spreading over the earth. There was a Heart before the palm of the right hand of Our Lady with thorns piercing it.  This was the Immaculate Heart of Mary so offended by the sins of mankind, desiring reparation.

Our Lady then ascended towards Heaven.









4 05 2012

I have already told you how terrible I am at sewing.  Well, that is nothing to compare with knitting.  I had already taken classes in quilting and while there, they were demonstrating a knitting machine.  Well, that one was for me.  I could just see myself making all these beautiful sweaters for me and all my family.  Oh, what fun it would be.  And that wonder of wonders machine just did it all by itself, almost.  All I had to do was put it together, figure out what all that instruction meant and I would be in business.

Well, I bought the machine and paid for it up front because I just knew it would pay for itself real quick.  Then I bought all the attachments.  Not very much more. And then I bought all the yarn I would need to learn.  That wasn’t just a whole lot either.  And then I hurried home to begin knitting like a pro.  That’s what the lady told me.  She was the one who had sold me the machine.

I went back for the instructions that were included with the sale.  And I learned how to thread the machine with the beautiful yarn.  That wasn’t too hard to learn.  See, I just knew I could do this one. Now, all I had to do was learn the terminology – that foreign language- that everyone else seems to be born with.

I put the thing-a-ma-jig on the machine and threaded the yarn through all the holes they had told me.  Then I ran the thing across the carriage and it worked!  Oh boy! I was really going to love this.  I practiced quite a lot on moving that thing across the needles. And it worked every time.  I wasn’t making anything yet, but I was on my way. No doubt about that.

Then I actually made a sweater for myself at the knitting machine shop.  It would have been perfect except for those little holes here and there.  But I figured I could probably repair them only I didn’t know how, so guess I will just forget that anyway.  Too busy learning other things by this time.  I suppose I could iron some flower patches on those holes and the sweater would be good enough to wear at home – if I took up painting the house.

But I moved on.  Nothing was going to stop me now.  I did make quite a few things, just nothing that was worth wearing.  I made one of the children a little dress and it was really cute.  Sort of crooked, but cute.  And I made a couple of throws, just straight knitting for that.  They didn’t look very good but hey – I’m just learning here.

The only problem was that I was always learning, still learning.   I moved the knitting machine to another room where I could see out the window while knitting.  And then in the Spring, my neighbor sat on his deck right in front of the window.  I’m sure he thought I was spying on him but I wasn’t.  I was there first, you know.  But it sort of took the fun out of reacting to my mistakes if someone could see me scream.

I kept on trying and trying and trying, but I wasn’t much smarter at knitting than I was at sewing.  I finally decided to move it down to the laundry room where I spent a lot of time every day anyway. This thing takes up a lot of room, about 8′ across the room by the time you have to have enough room to remove that thing-a-ma-jig that sometimes reaches the end of the machine.  Sometimes I have to put it back on without losing any stitches and that is almost impossible.  In fact it is impossible.  And if anyone started talking to me while I was knitting, I would invariably drop a stitch and then the conversation would be over and I would be upset and that was enough of that.

I finally moved it all the way out to the garage and took it apart.  I had all sorts of attachments by now and lots and lots of yarn.  I told a lady where I had bought some yarn that I was interested in selling it.  She just could not believe anyone would want to sell their knitting machine.  So I sold it all to her. Gladly.

Think I’ll take up gardening.  I know how to dig holes and watch dead flowers.  I can do that really well.