In this article I share the unique story of how we found our newest family member Oliver Sprout. There’s also a free potty training puppy chart you can print out to help keep track of your own puppy’s schedule! Plus you can also read how to make darling 5 Minute Puppy Dog Bow Ties like the one Oliver is sporting! Don’t forget to make your little one his own Personalized Dog Bowls!
Time for a Dog
We’ve always had a dog in the house for most of our 37 years of marriage, but when we lost our last dog Maggie, I took a break. I started feeling a strong need for another dog a while back and it finally felt like the time was right. I asked my husband Roy to pick it out without me. I know that’s a bit odd but Roy is incredibly intuitive and I knew he would be led to the perfect dog for us and I didn’t want my funky vibes messing things up. I told him to just use his intuition and that’s all that mattered. Breed, age, size was of little importance. Within a week of my decision he had looked at a few dogs but none were “our” dog. Then on Saturday August 13th a friend told me that the Humane Society was set up at the local Petco.
Off to Petco
I told Roy about Petco and off he went. He told me he walked into the store and there were lots of puppies in crates. He looked at them all and noticed there was one in a cage by itself that was just sitting there staring directly at him while all the others were doing their own puppy thing and ignoring him. All of a sudden there was some loud noise in the store and the dogs started barking and going crazy. All except that one pup who just sat there not making a peep, staring at Roy. Roy went over to it and stuck his finger in the cage and the little guy nuzzled up against him. He took him out and within a few minutes knew this was our dog.
Roy called me from Petco and said “I found our dog but I’m not going to send you a picture”. He wanted me to be surprised. The little pup slept on his lap the entire way home. He called me when he got near the house and I went out to greet him and took the little ball of fur and it was love at first sight. We brought him inside and our 10 year old granddaughter Alyssa was there at the time. After a minute or two she said “He looks like an Oliver.” I said “Well I’ll be… he does look like an Oliver.” Now the Humane Society had given him a temporary name of “Sprout and that seemed likewise fitting so we named him Oliver Sprout.
The gal at the store also told Roy how they got the pup. Someone saw this little bitty thing walking out of a field all by himself somewhere in town. Good person that they were, they picked him up and brought him to the Humane Society. I thought maybe that’s where the name Sprout came from… because he came out of a field and he was so tiny.
A Special Dog
Oliver is a calm loving little guy who likes to snuggle and is very playful as most puppies are. He’s taken a particular attachment to Roy and Roy to him.
When I went to bed that night I let Oliver lay by me for a few minutes which he did as calmly as can be. Roy came in to get him to take him out with him and another interesting thing happened.
Now, Roy has a connection with animals in general and all of them are drawn to him, but he’s never been over the top with them. He’s not been one to kiss them and he doesn’t care to be licked. When he picked up this little pup, he kissed him on the top of the head, and went out. That was when I really knew this was a special dog. As kind and loving as Roy is to animals, I’ve never seen him kiss any of them including our past pets.
Roy with Oliver the day he brought him home.
I told Roy the next day I think Oliver Sprout walked out of that field looking for us and was waiting for Roy to come into Petco, that’s why he was sitting there so calming looking at him when he came in. That’s what I choose to believe anyway. One thing is for sure, Roy and I and Oliver’s life just became much richer.
Humane Society Etc.
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During those sleepless nights as parents, we never saw this person coming out of those troubled times. Nor did we see how close our relationship would be. And though at the time we would have opted out at any given moment, we would not trade any piece of the person she is because of those experiences and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t either.
When I think back on my life it does appear to be the really hard times that I grew and learned from. That seems to be part of the human condition as a quite I once saw validated: “Pain Instructs”. It also seems to be how we learn to be less judgmental. We only put ourselves in another’s shoes when we’ve had to walk in them ourselves. Like I said, on this journey, Roy and I also learned a great deal and became better people. Roy talked about one such lesson in “How I Learned to Never Judge a Book By It’s Cover.” Below are a few of the tips that we attribute to why things turned out so well for all concerned.
Tips for Parents
- Know your kids. Know who their friends are, where they are, what they are studying in school etc.
- Spend at least 15 minutes a day talking with and focusing only on them, without judgement.
- Give unconditional love. No matter what they do you love them, even if you don’t love their actions.
- When you have to discipline do it out of purpose, not anger.
- Shower your kids with love and acceptance every chance you get.
- Do not yell or use physical violence in any situation. Walk away until you can be calm.
- Do not be condescending. Be as logical as you can. And yes, that’s hard to do.
- Never, ever give up.
Our daughter told us in later years that even when things were at their worst she knew we were there for her. It didn’t matter what she had done she could come to us when she needed too. We were her safe haven. This is not about condoning bad behavior. This is about unconditional love for your child. Some of these kids will experience incredibly harsh aspects of life. Knowing that mom and dad are there no matter what they do, will save them.
Obviously there are some serious dangers depending on what your child is doing. All you can do is the best you can to keep them safe. (Roy used to nail her windows shut so she could not get out at night!) The worst can of course happen. But by far the largest portion of these kids grow up without serious damage. Keep that in mind.
I can be as guilty as the next person when it comes to getting annoyed by petty things. Let’s face it, being human and living in America, we can be a little spoiled. It’s easy to focus on small things that don’t matter, forgetting to step back and view the greater picture. It ends up, how to be happier is much simpler than you think.
This was made very clear to me one day when I was sitting in the front yard of our home with my two year old granddaughter Alyssa Mae. We lived in the most beautiful area with our small house situated on top of a hill and completely surrounded by trees, so much so that you couldn’t see any other houses or even the road below. It was a truly magical spot.
As Alyssa and I sat there enjoying nature and the peacefulness of the day I began to feel a low thumping in my chest. What caused it slowly grew louder until I realized that someone was driving down the street below us and had their windows open. They were blaring rap music so loud I’m pretty sure their own eardrums had long since disintegrated. I was immediately pulled out of my peaceful state, and thrown into anger… “How dare someone ruin my peaceful time with my granddaughter! What kind of jerk has such little concern for everyone else around them? People are so stinking rude…”
As my brain took a breath in it’s tirade against this horrible injustice I glanced over at Alyssa. She was sitting there with her little legs dangling over the edge of the lawn chair swaying back and forth joyfully in time with the music. It brought me up short.
The car was gone in a minute along with the beat and Alyssa stopped swaying as if nothing unusual had happened. But the lesson in that tiny moment stuck with me. Now, whenever I find myself getting upset at small things, that vision of Alyssa pops into my head and I’m reminded to step back and choose to view things differently.
Big lessons can come in small packages and that little girl reminded me that perspective is a choice. We just need to retrain ourselves to look at things differently and be more aware of this miraculous world we live in and of the wonderful things we do have. I promise you that there is not a more powerful tool that allows you to live a joyful, peaceful life. By practicing it you just might be the perspective that someone else needs.
This topic was humorously and effectively illustrated by comedian Louise C.K. when he visited Conan on the The Late Show one night.
So I leave my husband alone for a day, and what happens? Aliens invade. I realize that begs a bit more of an explanation. I’d been married for 31 years at the time. I was away for the weekend and Roy and our 25 year old daughter Amy who was living with us decided to stage an alien invasion. I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when they were sitting around and came up with that idea. I mean, how does that even get started?
ROY: So honey, what would you like to do this weekend while mom’s away?
AMY: I don’t know… alien invasion?
However it went down, they decided to run with it. It involved, among other things, the creation of a large cardboard alien. Their end game was to email me photographs as proof of said contact from another world. Which they did. (I’m sure after it was all said and done they were high five-ing themselves for pulling it off while I sat in a hotel room thinking my husband and daughter really need to get out more.)
It was only months later as I was going through some photo archives that I found the original untouched versions of their staged invasion that Amy had taken. As I looked through them I realized part of the ruse also involved Roy pitching a mini-trampoline in the air while Amy frantically snapped pictures of it. I can only assume she was going to Photoshop out the legs of the mini-tramp and send it to me as further proof of the mother-ship landing. It must not have worked out as expected because I never got that photo.
The Photos I Received Via Email
Untouched Photos I Uncovered Later
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This is about one of those times when everything comes together to create a little magic. It happened to our daughter Jennifer and her sister Amy, who took the photos you see. Jennifer wrote it up in her own words.
After returning to my parents from a shopping trip with Amy, we pulled up in the car and my young son Ashton saw a bird lying on its side in the flower garden in front of my parent’s window. I asked him what had happened and he said that a bird had hit the window and fallen down. I went inside to ask my mother and she said that this happens on occasion. Amy, Ash and I went back out front to see if we could do something to help it. The bird was lying in the dirt, shaking, and its right wing was sticking up as though it were hurt. To my surprise, the bird allowed me to pick it up and hold it, so long as I didn’t play with it’s right wing too much, seeing as it seemed to be hurt and would shake it away from me when I touched it.
Amy took her shoes off and stood on the earth out front, holding the bird in her hands, and we all took several deep breaths, telling Ashton to help by visualizing a bright light coming up from the earth, through our hands and into the injured bird. After Amy did this for several minutes she handed the bird to me. I took off my shoes and took it out to walk in the yard. Amazingly, this beautiful wild bird sat calmly in my hands as I walked around. It allowed me to stroke its back, clean dirt out of its eyes and even push its wing back into the proper position.
After several minutes, the bird was ready to get up and then stood on my fingers or in my palm as we continued to walk around. Amy, being the photographer of the family, went inside and got her camera. She set up a backdrop in the front yard and I came over with the bird, still sitting calmly on my fingers, to have our pictures taken. The bird allowed me to hand it back and forth to Amy and didn’t seem to mind in the least. After we were done with photos, a good twenty minutes later, Ashton came up to me and asked if we could keep the bird. I told him that the bird had to go home, so Ashton asked if he could name it before it left. I told him yes, and he said “ok. His name is Sherman. Go home Sherman.” And with that, the bird flew off into the trees instantly. Almost as if it were waiting for us to say goodbye.
Jennifer & the Wild Bird. Taken By Her Sister Amy
6:30 am this morning and it’s still dark outside. I walk down our stairs to get my breakfast with just enough light to barely see the steps. On my way back up, as I’m about to round the mid-step turn, something with claws reaches out and swipes me on the shoulder completely freaking me out... yet again. Its our daughter Amy’s cat “Love Cat”… which seems a misnomer at that particular moment.
Amy purchased him from the “kitty pound” a couple years back. He was a fully grown, tubby black cat… the kind no one wants. Adult is strike one. Black is strike two. And because we prefer skinny things in this society, tubby, strike three. But Amy looks beyond social conditioning and goes for what feels right in the moment. Love Cat felt right. The pound folks had named him and Amy kept it.
Now before you think I’m trying to demonize this cat, he was chosen because of his loving nature. He’s a very calm soul, revels in being petted and is virtually maintenance free… which I guess most cats are. He was quite skittish for a long time, having been mistreated in his past, and he spent most of his early days with us hidden in some obscure spot. But after a while he got over that for the most part. He also has a penchant for lying in the oddest places, most times right where you have to step over him. He never keeps to the same location. I have found him comfortably laying on the fireplace hearth, curled up on a bunch of smashed boxes by the back door, tucked away in a lower kitchen cupboard and sprawled out in a doorway with half of him in one room and half in another. However, recently he’s started repeatedly staking out a spot on the upper landing of the stairs.
I really doubt that there is any ill intent in this latest locale. Sometimes as I step over him in various places he will reach out with a little swat of his paw as if to say “Hey! Stop and give me a scratch will ya?” Which I usually do. I simply think he has found that his new strategic location is perfect for garnering such attention. He can lie there and casually “reach out” to anyone who happens to be going up or down. Its just handy. And for a laid back, overweight cat, handy is good.
He doesn’t realize that its dark and so is he. He doesn’t understand that as I traverse the stairs in the black silence, my mind elsewhere, that an invisible furry claw reaching out of the darkness to grab me might possibly cause me some distress. Of course he doesn’t get that… he’s just a cat. Right?
As with many of you I love this season as much now as I did when I was a child. No matter what time of year it is if I happen to hear a clip of Christmas music it goes right through me literally taking my breath away as it transports me back to my youth and that wonderful feeling that only this holiday seems to evoke.
I’ve had this little guy for many, many years. My parents gave him to me for Christmas when I was a child. The first photo I can find with him in it is from 1967 (seen below). So he’s at least 47 years old. When I grew up and married he came with me and has held a place in my own families Christmas decor ever since, perching in our tree or some other place of honor every year reminding me of my childhood Christmases. These are some of the most magical memories I have thanks to my parents who helped make it so. They even purchased a cardboard fireplace to add to the holiday spirit. (We lived in Arizona so fireplaces were a rare commodity.)
I named him “Kris Kringle” when I first got him and have always called him that. I know that title is one of Santa’s aliases but it just seemed to fit my little elf. Though worn and bedraggled with his beard glued on in places and his seams coming apart he’s still my favorite Christmas item and will adorn my home every year for as long as I’m here to celebrate the holiday.
Thank you so much for being part of our virtual life. Roy and I have some extra fun stuff planned for this coming year so please visit often (or better yet subscribe in the sidebar!) May you all have a wonderful Christmas no matter how you choose to celebrate it and may the love, kindness and humanity it represents be carried in our hearts through out the year.
Me, Age 9, and Kris Sitting in our Tree. Our cardboard fireplace with Kris perched on top.
I love how detailed his face is and his laugh lines.
No kidding. Roy and I have been married 37 years, as of September 2014, and we just made our first official home purchase. Most people who have known us through the years know that we have had an odd/strange/unusual life together. We try to live from the heart… or the gut as it were… and do the things we’re impressed to do rather than following the status quo. It’s made for an interesting life for sure! It hasn’t always been easy mind you… the whole “Road Less Traveled” thing.
Our experiences have run the gamut from exciting to scary, from nerve wracking to magical, from crazy to downright unbelievable. But one things for sure. It’s never been boring. I’ve been told by many that I should write a book about our life but I tell them no one would believe it was a true story.
If you’ve followed me on Facebook you’ve been along for this part of the crazy ride that’s Roy and my life. Once we found the home and put an offer in I posted a couple of pictures. Everyone was excited for us and sent us wonderful wishes. But one of my favorite comments was the following:
Paula knows us well! You can read the more detailed versions of this story below the timeline and just how it all came about.
Our Unreal Timeline
Here is our unreal timeline from when we decided to buy a home until we closed. From the time we found our home till we closed was 22 days.
The Full Unique Story
A Few Of Our Rental Homes Through the Years
Our New Home
The home sites near the end of a quiet dead-end street. It’s been empty for over a year.
Looking out from the porch.
The field across from our home.
Looking down towards the dead end of the street. You can just see our white garage door on the far right.
The back of our home.
The back yard has a slopped area. We’ll use that for our garden and put in tiers.
Looking up from the corner of the house. The shed will be moved. Roy plans to put in a dome greenhouse.
We have to give a shout out and big thank you to our realtor Paulette Mann at Trademark Realty and our Banker Raquel Martin at Bank of the Ozarks. They were an outstanding team that worked diligently together to get things done quickly! (I’m pretty sure they broke some sort of record.)
It rained this morning and its humid which lends itself to a new crop of mushrooms growing about the yard. Mushrooms are another one of those things on my “it feels magical” list. So I decided to head outside and get some pictures. I was amazed at the wide variety of types sprouting about. Below are some photos I grabbed throughout the yard. I’ve also included some interesting facts about mushrooms in general.
Facts About Mushrooms
- The only plant source of vitamin D.
- Are a wonderful replacement for meat as they have a “meaty” taste.
- Contain a fiber called beta-glucan which regulates cholesterol.
- Also known as toadstools.
- Fat free and low in calories.
- A portabella mushroom has as much potassium as a banana.
- A “fairy ring” is a naturally occurring mushroom formation which causes the mushrooms to form an outline of a perfect circle.
- They are a fungus and unlike plants do not require sunlight.
- Provide B vitamins which provide energy by breaking down proteins, fats and carbs.
- Used in traditional Chinese medicine for medicinal properties.
- Are about 90% water.
- Mushroom DNA is closer to humans than plants.
- Like human skin, mushrooms can product Vitamin D by being exposed to sunlight.
- There are more amino acids in mushrooms than in corn, peanuts or soybeans.
- Have their own immune system.
NEVER EAT MUSHROOMS YOU FIND WILD
AS SOME ARE POISONOUS
Photos From My Yard
Roy named this little red topped guy Fred. I have no idea why.
This one kinda freaked me out.
What your pants and feet look like after kneeling in the wet grass photographing mushrooms.
A FEW SIZE SAMPLES
A couple of photos I took the next day when Roy and I noticed a new large mushroom that had sprouted.
Obligatory second silly photo.
Roy is like some sort of weirdness magnet. Meaning he has unique <slash> crazy things happen to him on a regular basis. Keeps life interesting for sure. This is one of those stories.
I originally posted this on our family site the day after it happened on September 9th 2011. It’s written by Roy himself as I always ask him to write these things up for our family history.
ROY WITNESSES AN ACCIDENT
Approximate time 8:50PM
Written by Roy Rivers
Last night, between takes, while doing a recording session in my home studio, I heard the faint sound of live music coming from an outdoor venue (Bald Mountain Park) thatʼs nearby. This happens all the time but for some crazy reason, or so I thought at the moment, I decided to step outside to see if I could discern what was being played. I walked out of my studio door, and leaned against my car. At that exact moment, I looked over to the freeway (270 bypass) that runs parallel to our property, about 1/4 mile away in front of our home. I saw one car just coming into view, and at that very instant, I heard the sound of an impact, and watched the car go out of control, hitting the concrete divider twice, as it spun out, and then came to a rest near the ditch off of the freeway. As it impacted the concrete wall, a small fireball and lots of sparks shot up into the air. It appeared to be just the single car involved, and although it was dark, I knew that it was a serious accident and I had to do something.
OFF AND RUNNING
I immediately went back into the studio and grabbed my cellphone from my desktop and was out of the door again. I knew my car could not reach the freeway ditch so I opted to run across the large un-mowed open field between us and the freeway. I could hear screaming. While running as fast as I could towards the wreck I dialed 911. I continued relaying location information to the 911 operator and then a policeman who was connected in to my call. I got almost to the accident and ran into a wire fence that I had forgotten about. I ran full forced into it and it knocked me down. Ironically I was not hurt at all. I got back up, climbed over the fence, jumped across the ditch, and was at the car reporting to the 911 operator what I found.
The car was occupied by a 21 year old woman and her small black and white dog. The airbag had been deployed and the car had been very badly damaged, if not totaled, but miraculously she was generally okay… meaning… she wasn’t noticeably bleeding, and didn’t appear to have any head injuries. Her seat belt was on and she was clearly stunned and probably suffering from a bit of shock. Her little dog seemed fine also. The cars impact and the airbag had left abrasions, on her arms and neck. The chemical smell of the airbag was very strong and the car was filled with light smoke and steam from the radiator. I could even see what appeared to be some smoke still coming from the airbag.
FRIGHTENED BUT UNHURT
I asked her if she was hurt, and she was voicing concern with pain in her chest, neck, back, and arms. She was also crying. The 911 operator had dispatched help, took my number, and released me from the call. I was now just trying to make sure that she didn’t move any more than absolutely needed, and flag down the first responders as they arrived on the scene. The girl had told me during the first moment I reached her, that something was in the road… like a big wooden box, or something. She tried to avoid hitting it but could not and she lost control. That was likely the first impact that I heard at the moment I looked out at her car lights from my house. She asked if she could use my cellphone to call her dad. As she was using the phone and emotionally telling him what happened, I was able to assess the damage to the car. As approaching traffic was lighting up parts of the freeway, I could see lots of debris all over the road… pieces of her car, what looked like some cardboard, and other debris I couldn’t really tell what was. When they saw me on the road one car stopped to offer help, then two more, before the first off duty officers arrived. In all, there were 7 vehicles with flashing lights at the height of the response, plus two other unmarked cars from law enforcement. The total time elapsed was probably about 8-10 minutes from the actual occurrence of the wreck, before official first responders were on the scene. Pretty good response time!
TALKING TO PARAMEDICS
The paramedics took her away in the ambulance for follow up and as I talked with the official first responders, who told me that apparently a large console TV was on the side of the freeway in pieces. Evidently, it had fallen out of someone’s vehicle and they either didn’t know it, or elected to keep going. Like she had told me the woman had simply tried to avoid hitting it as it came into her view, and the evasive action of her steering put her car in a spin. Iʼm just glad that she (and her dog) were okay, because this kind of an accident could easily have ended with serious injury or death.
In summary, I didn’t do anything special beyond what any person would do in facing the very same circumstances, but I will say this. Iʼm very glad I acted upon that little impression to step outside last night as no one would have seen her as they drove by. Obviously, without knowing what I was about to witness, I was looking right at the car at the very instant the accident took place. I knew I was the only person that could make the 911 call, and I was literally running through the field towards the accident within 10 seconds of it happening. I wasn’t needed to provide lifesaving first aid or anything, but that was going through my mind as I was running across the field and talking to the 911 operator considering how bad the accident was. I think what I did do, was simply to offer reassurance that things were going to be okay, to someone that needed it, in that moment.
I’ve had many things like this happen in my past, where I acted on a very small impression, without really thinking about it, and was able to offer a measure of help. This was my 3rd experience with an accident where I was the first one on the scene. I donʼt know the womanʼs name, but Iʼm very happy that she appeared to be okay, and Iʼm very satisfied that I was there to help in some small way, in another personʼs time of need.
Photo I took at the scene.
Taken the next day from outside my studio where I witnessed the crash. I walked back over to the exact spot so Nancy could take a photo.
I went to visit my kids in Arizona for a few days in December. My daughter’s son Ashton has a rescue cat named August or “Auggie” for short. When he first came home as a kitten he spent a great deal of time in Ashton’s room so they could bond. Ashton would dangle a pencil off the edge of the bed regularly for him to play with. The cat now has an affinity for them. He can find any pencil anywhere and will carry it around, bat at it and even fetch and bring it back if you toss it. I of course had to write a poem about him. I caught photo’s as best I could but the little bugger moves a lot.
THE PENCIL CAT
By Nancy Rector
Other cat’s they love their twine
A ball of yarn, some catnip fine.
A mouse to chase, a cricket fat.
But Auggie, he’ll have none of that.
No scratching post, no warm soft bed,
His tastes run more to wood and lead.
Yes, pencils are his cherished toy.
Their slender goodness brings him joy.
None are safe with him about.
His innate sense seeks each one out.
So should you come to visit here
It’s best to keep your pencils near.
AUGGIE PLAYING FETCH
I’m an only child but both my parents came from very large families. They also happened to have possession of quite a few original ancestor photos of all sizes from large family portraits to small tin types. Some or the big ones are in their original frames from the early 1900’s. If you’re unfamiliar with tin types they were the equivalent of the Polaroid camera for the 1800’s.
For the past couple of decades my parents let me keep many of these photos hanging on a wall I dubbed “The Ancestor Wall” in my home. It’s typically situated right when you walk in the door of whatever house we are in at the time, and everyone who enters our home always remark on it and enjoys looking it over. In the home shown below they were on a wall in the living room. It always gives me a strong sense of family to have them there and I plan on seeing their faces in my home for many years to come.
The man in the middle holding the little boy is my maternal great grandfather. The girl on the top left is my grandmother. This is the original frame.
I found these wood dolls at a thrift store and my daughter Jennifer painted them for me. They are hanging on a unique necklace holder I found online a few years back.
Below my ancestor wall. My parents on the left. A photo from their wedding day and another photo taken 55 years later. On the right is me and my parents in 1974.
Sharing a little impromptu jam session this holiday season with Roy and his son Adam. Watch it past the end for added silliness!
Our dining room table broke. My dad fixed it but Roy and I decided it was time to buy a new one. We then realized that we had not purchased a new table since 1982! We bought that table right before our 3rd child Adam was born and it lasted us many, many years until we put it out to pasture in 2004. We used another table my folks gave us for a short time and when we moved to a bigger house they gave us another larger table to use with mismatched chairs. This was the table that just fell apart. Literally.
The purchase of a brand new dining room table had me thinking a lot about the one we bought in 1982 and used for over twenty years. As tends to happen on occasion, it inspired me. I went through my old photos and gathered some pictures, then I wrote the following poem.
THE RECTOR FAMILY TABLE
By Nancy Rector
The year was 1982.
Married, in year four.
We bought a brand new table
From the R.C. Willey’s store.
A sturdy piece of furniture,
To hold our growing throng.
(Though many rears, through many years,
Did grace its benches long.)
It saw a lot of birthdays,
Puzzles, games and crafts.
Held Cub Scouts, kitty cats and friends,
And many, many laughs.
Those benches, oft recovered,
Could squeeze in four or more.
(Though sit alone upon an end,
You’d wind up on the floor.)
From our babies to our grandkids,
That table did it best.
It held us 23 odd years,
Till it was laid to rest.
So here’s to that old table.
Though inanimate its true.
You held the things we loved the most.
And we give our thanks to you.
TWENTY YEARS OF USE
(The first photo on the top left is our son Adam, who is now 29)
“Information graphics or infographics are graphic visual representations of information, data or knowledge. These graphics present complex information quickly and clearly.” (Wikipedia)
These are pretty popular right now and they are a fun way to present information visually. You can find them everywhere and a Google image search gives an endless supply of examples. I decided I wanted to do one for our family. I used clip-art I had and then wrote the poem to go with it. I had an incredible amount of fun creating it! It’s basically a summary of our families life to date. I ordered 12″ x 18″ prints from Walgreen’s to give to the family members to post on their walls. Mine is in my office. Maybe this will inspire you to create one of your own!
Read it from the top left side down, following the years.