Quirky Stories

Mary Ann

When my Sirius XM subscription was going from $5.00 to nearly $30.00 a month, I had to decide was worth it.  I basically listened to news and Christmas music.   Could I use the $360 annual fee in better ways?  Yes, I could.  It was time for a change.  

I then started to peruse the airways searching for a new home for my ears while I was driving.  I re-discovered National Public Radio.  I had listened to it once upon a time and always enjoyed the interviews and programing.  I decided this would be a good place to listen to the news plus all their other programing.

NPR prides itself to present the news as just the facts so at the top and the bottom of the hour, you get a snapshot of what is happening in the world.  The programing will get more into opinions and more in-depth study of many topics.  I have found that generally they will have guests on with opposing views, so you get a well-rounded perspective on most topics.  They give excellent information on the arts with great book reviews that include interviews with the authors or a good discussion on sport teams.  It is never boring from my perspective.  It is always educational, and I have learned so much about the most obscure topics which brings me to the title of this blog – Quirky Stories.

I absolutely love the endless stories on the wildest subjects.  I have found that I will sit in the driveway and finish a story on the history of banjos.  Apparently, finishing stories in the driveway is very common among NPR listeners.  I keep saying I need to get a radio for the house so I can finish a story in the comfort of my home instead of freezing or roasting in the car. 

Some of the stories are often science centered.  Sometimes I come in the middle of a featured topic, and I might not catch the title so please forgive me. These are some recent programs that I found rather fascination which may give you some idea how my brain works.   Here are some of the stories.  What Dogs Bring to Your life – I think anyone of us who had or has a dog could be a guest contributor.  Some Insects use Wasps as Bodyguards – so when I am avoiding a wasp, it may just be protecting a fellow insect. Really?   I loved the session on sperm whales – when they communicate with each other, they use grammar that is like humans.  The whales are probably more correct since texting has ruined humans’ grammar and spelling 

Recently, I listened to a program on What Footballers eat for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.  They had a session on a Ghost Story that was about the Golden Frogs of Costa Rica, and.  just his morning, I listened to a story about Buzz Aldrin using a ball point pen case to fix a circuit breaker on a space capsule– mission saved.  Remember these are not exact titles – it is just the flavor of a program.  Each time I drive somewhere, I truly look forward to learning something new about quirky subjects. 

You can often find topical NPR programs on your phone news.  It is in print.  Solo Agers was a recent and interesting article for our age group.  You can also go to the websites and listen to the programing there.    

If you are not an NPR aficionado, now is time to check it out.  I promise you will find some quirky stories.  It is good prep to be a future Jeopardy contestant.  You can join me with filling your mind full of rather useless information.  I cannot remember some important detail of my life, but I remember sperm whales are well-spoken.  If you become a listener, hopefully you will become a supporter.  NPR is free, but contributions keep it going.  Maybe that would be a good use of my $360 dollars? 

AI for Dummies

Mary Ann

I am sure that you have battled with your phone when texting.  You spell please and the phone spell Louise.   You repeat it, and it does the same thing.  By the third try, the phone may begin to cooperate.  Does this sound familiar?   Another scenario – you are trying to contact the bank, and you are in a verbal game of ping pong with the “person” at the bank continually asking for clearer instruction.  By this point you are totally frustrated and may just hang up or you fall on your knees after being directed to a real person.  This is now our world, and AI or artificial intelligence is the new “person” in our lives.  I am sure you have doubted making a new friend with AI that you didn’t ask for.

You are all aware that my friend Lisa and I do our non-fiction book club.  I have shared several of our selections with you in reviews and such.  Well, Lisa thought it would be good for us old ladies to learn about AI.  I bulked at first, but she was gung-ho!  We settled on reading AI for Dummies by Mueller, Massaron, and Diamond.   It seemed like a good start because we were AI dummies. The edition we read was 2025, a recent update, but as we began to read, we realized it was already outdated.  AI is moving fast – a lot faster than Lisa and I were moving.  It was laborious reading like a college science text.  However, I must admit I did learn some new vocabulary.  Tokens was the key word.  Tokens are bits of information.  The tokens are stored in the data centers.  That is why your phone texting takes the beginning of your intended word and finds something else that could fit which of course is not what you wanted.  We both could see how AI could help doctors or lawyers, but the information you are searching for is only as good as the data input.  It is sort of true for everything.  

Then we got braver since we now knew three new vocabulary words and decided to take an online class with the Princeton Adult School.  It was ZOOM class with an AI guy from the University of PA.  It was a Q and A format.  However, no one knew enough to even ask questions.  Since I am an educator, I was concerned about how AI would be used with students.  I was also concerned with creativity – I didn’t want the world cheating on original ideas.  We did learn a few things.  For example, Claude is the best system to use to support you with research or formatting materials.  I have a writer friend who uses Claude as his staff.  It saves him so much time with his self-publishing work.  AI is a tool.  I just don’t want it to become my best friend. 

Most people don’t know anything about AI and are afraid of it.  I get it.  That is me for the most part.   I did however explore further.  Christ Hayes of MS NOW has a pod cast called Why is This Happening?  He recently hosted several AI experts in an 8-episode series called The AI End Game. Chris is bright journalist who asked many questions that I had, and the experts did clearly explain their responses.  The episode on ethics with Timnit Gebru was excellent and the episode, Boom to Bust with Ed Zitron explained AI economics. The episode on AI consciousness was a bit scary.  If you want to take a short course, these podcasts will educate you. It was worth the eight-ish hours I dedicated to it.  They are more entertaining than AI for Dummies.  Who needs a textbook when you can listen in your car or while exercising?  You can get these podcasts wherever you get you podcasts – I sound like a TV commercial.  It is free – that is always good. 

I must say that Lisa and I haven’t really stopped talking about AI.  She send me articles from the NY Times all the time.  AI is here, like it or not.  Is it here forever?  That is the question.  This all reminded me when home computers came into our lives or the Internet.  It is a blessing and a curse. I just really want to know if something is true.  One lady in the Princeton Adult Class asked how to tell if a picture was real.  Our professor explained several steps to verify a photo.  NO ONE has time to do that for each picture we encounter.  I guess we are going to have to trust.  Not an easy thing to do! 

This has been my journey with AI so far.  I hope that it might help you if you are as confused as I was and still am on many levels.  I have given you some good direction for your journey.  Travel safe and put your seat belt on!   

Expired

Mary Ann

Just like expiration dates on your produce and canned goods, I think we have expiration dates on other aspects of our lives.  I am not talking divorce or death, but indeed they are endings.  I think that we outgrow certain facets of our lives.  In recent years, two come to mind that were big steps for me to take to say goodbye to features that were a big part of my life in the past. 

When I was young, I would read the Time Magazine, and there was a section called People. I would read it each week to see what the celebrities were up too.  Sometimes it was the only segment that I was interested in.  Then in 1974, People Magazine was launched with Mia Farrow on the cover.  I was beyond thrilled.  I got a whole magazine on famous and not so famous people.  It was a step up from the grocery store tabloids.  

I read just about every issue for over 50 years, but I did not renew it this past year.  Surprise, I haven’t missed it.  It no longer held the magic it once did for me. I still liked the reviews of movies, TV, and books, however The Find the Difference photos came to be the only thing I really liked doing.  I realize that as I have gotten older, the world of influencers or WB stars are not in my orbit anymore.  You can hardly keep up with who is in and who is out.  However, I just don’t find the articles interesting anymore.  I don’t really need true crime stories or features highlighting people who do not have sterling characters.  So, it doesn’t seem worth the $100 plus just to play a photo game.  Bye-Bye, People!

Another goodbye that I thought I would never say is Saturday Night Live!  When it began in the fall of 1975, it was the most original piece of comedy ever produced.  Not Lucille Ball or Carol Burnett that I watched in my youth, but it had political satire and clever skits about slices of American life.  I could hardly wait for the next episode.  The original cast with Chevy Chase or John Bulshi or Gilda Radner and company were hysterical.  It was funny without being cruel.  Remember Cone Heads?  SNL was a launching pad for so much comedy talent, and I admire the show for that.

I watched for nearly 50 years but in the last few years, SNL was becoming mean – I guess reflecting the general society.  Frankly, I was bored.  I am old, but I like to laugh.  I still enjoyed Weekend Update and the cold openings especially during Presidential election years.  Then it became cruel as well.  I have a hard time watching Colin Jost say crude things about his wife, Scarlett Johansen.  You lose respect for those individuals. I don’t really need that in my life anymore.  So goodbye Saturday Night Live!   

There are a few things that I wish I could say goodbye to now.  However, they don’t seem to be fading in popularity. I don’t like crypto currency.  Call me old fashion, but I want to see my money.  It seems like a Ponzi scheme to me with the people at the top getting rich and the people at the bottom losing their life’s savings.  

I hate naked dressing.  Maybe it is my mother whispering in my ear that I needed to wear a slip because my dress was sheer, and you could see the outline of my legs.  Remember the scandal when this happened to Lady Di before she became a princess?  I love to see an awards show and see the participants dressed in beautiful clothes as they walk the Red Carpet.   I especially love Marchese – if you could wear a fairytale, you would be wearing Marchese.  Naked dressing doesn’t leave much to the imagination.  You lose the romance of beautiful clothes, and a little mystery is always good.  

And for now, I trying to figure out if I like AI.  It is here but the jury is still out for me whether it is something I am going to unitize.  It is in my life whether I like it or not.  I have a blog coming out on my adventure with AI, so I look forward to sharing that with you. 

For now, I have expired some things in my life.  I have that power to do just that if something isn’t adding to my life.  If something is taking away from my life, it is time for it to expire!   

Le Temps des Cerises

Mary Ann

I was travelling in Provence in early August with a group of friends.  We were driving down a country road when we came upon a field of lavender that was surrounded with hedgerows of cherry trees.  You know the kind with big, black, sweet Bing cherries.  They are delicious and as you devour them, they stain your fingers and lips a dark red.  We stopped the car to take pictures of lavender, but I ended up taking pictures of the cherries and tasting one or two.  Scrumptious! It was Le Temps des Cerises – the time of cherries!

I did not know that phrase, but I came across it later in a book.  The time of cherries is a happy time.  Life is good.  It was defined as the time in summer that is carefree and full of love.  Since I was last in France, the phrase has morphed into a clothing line, restaurants, and wine labels.  The phrase reminded me of our American catch phrase,” Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries” capturing that life is going well. (Did you know that phrase came from a 1930 song?) 

One Christmas, I took the pictures of cherries that I took in Provence and framed them as gifts.  I made a border in fancy script of Le Temps des Cerises, The Time of Cherries, Life is a Bowl of Cherries, and Life is Good that surrounded the picture. I put the photo on a small easel, and I then found glass cherries that I placed near the easel.  A little bit of France with wishes for happiness.  

When I visited Cynthia once, we went to the Oklahoma City Museum of Art to see their glass exhibits.  Dale Chihuly, the Master of Art Glass, has permanent exhibits there.  As a parting gift, Cynthia gave me a glass cherry that I place by my cherry photo.  It is so Cynthia, and the cherry represents the happy time I had with her.  It is always a reminder of her when I look at the cherry photo. 

Since we are talking about cherries, let me share with you one of my favorite desserts, and it is French. Clafoutis is a fruit custard dessert that is like a flan with fruits. It is usually made with Bing cherries. Though, I have made it with peaches and pears and is equally as good.  Just use the fruit that is in season. 

Here is the recipe from the Linousin/Augergne (south central) region of France.  I am not sure where I got this recipe so if I have stolen this from Julia Childs, please forgive me.  I have seen several Clafoutis recipes online, so I am not sure any recipe is scared anymore.  

CLAFOUTIS

1 ½ lbs. ripe black (Bing) cherries, not pitted (warn guests about the pits)

2 eggs

1 egg yolk

½ cup (4 oz.) sugar

2 ½ oz. butter, melted

2/3 cup of all-purpose flour

1 cup of milk 

Vanilla sugar (vanilla bean in regular sugar) or 1 teaspoon of vanilla

Preheat oven to 400 degrees; wash, dry, stem the cherries 

Butter an oven proof dish large enough to hold the cherries in a single layer.  Place cherries in dish.  Combine the eggs and the yolk in a bowl, add sugar, and whisk until the mixture is pale in color.  Whisk in the butter.  Sift in the flour and mix well, then add in the milk.  Pour the mixture over the cherries. 

Bake for 40 minutes @ 400 degrees or you could bake @ 350 degrees for 50 minutes until golden brown and a knife comes out clean. 

Your house will smell delicious as the Clafoutis bakes.  It is really an easy recipe and so French.  You will have your very own Les Temps des Cerises, a happy time with friends and family as you enjoy the Clafoutis together.  Bonne Appetite!  Joie De Vivre!

Brain Games 

Mary Ann

When you suddenly can’t remember a name or recall a word that is on the tip of your tongue, you begin to panic that you are getting early onset Alzheimers.  At our age, it probably would not be early onset.  It is just old age. 

It is frightening to think that you might be losing your mental faculties.  It is hard enough to deal with the aches and pains of aging and then be fearful that you will fall for a scam giving all your money away or be in a permanent brain fog.  So, what can you do about it?  

The experts would tell you to learn new things, get enough sleep, eat well, exercise, have social connections, and challenge your brain in novel ways.  Even in old age, the brain can adapt, learn, and build new connections between nerve cells.  This is called neuroplasticity. 

People with mild cognitive impairment can do many things to improve their mental skills.  They can “exercise” their brains with activities that require thinking, remembering, focusing, learning, and problem solving.  The secret is to challenge yourself.  There are lots of computerized cognitive games that you can do on your computer, iPad, or phone.  You can learn a new language or a musical instrument. Take up any new artistic endeavor.  Write a journal and read everything.  Take classes.  I Zoom classes all the time – a previous blog detailed this. The activity should be novel, test you, and be enjoyable so you will continue with it. 

Crossword puzzles are always mentioned.  However, I cannot spell so that makes it doubly hard for me.  I can look at a word and know it is misspelled, but if I must generate the word, it will take me several tries if I ever get it.  I have taken to doing Word Searches or Find-A-Word puzzles which I find relaxing.  After years of teaching, I can read words upside down and backwards which is necessary to do the searches. This comes from looking at students’ papers from the other side of the desk.  That learned skill has finally come in handy.  Who knew?  

I also like to do Hidden Picture Puzzles.  I guess I always loved the Highlight magazine’s Hidden Pictures that we found in the dentist office. The company Brain Games has a wonderful selection of all kinds of brain games.  The Scavenger Hunt books from them are challenging but lots of fun.  The Find the Cat books are hard.  Kitties are tricky.  

If you like numbers, there is sudoku.  I have a variation of the puzzle that is a wooden board with colored balls.  It looks easy, but it is very thought-provoking.  There is a game for every interest and attention span.  You just need to find something of interest to you.  You can sign up for expensive online courses or go to Dollar Trees and stock up on Word Searches. And of course, Amazon has endless brain games.

I start everyday with prayers, meditations, readings, and brain games.  I am hoping that it is all helping my brain.  At least, I am trying, and it is all enjoyable.  It is nice to kill two birds with one stone – exercising the brain and having fun doing it!  Join me in making a difference in your brain and in your life.   

The Correspondent 

Mary Ann

Dear SSS Reader,

I am writing to share a unique book with you, The Correspondent by Virginia Evans.  In the last few years, there have been several books written in the letter format, so I decided I would write the review in the same manner.  Let’s see how this goes.

The Correspondent is the story of Sybil Van Antwerp.  Sybil is a woman of letters, that is, letter writing. The story progresses through her letters and emails that she writes each day.  Sybil is in her 70s, and this is another trend in some recent literature with Theo of Golden and Remarkably, Bright Creatures with Tova’s story.  All older people who share their wisdom thorough the stories.

Sybil writes her brother, her best friend, her children, her neighbor, and famous authors such as Joan Didion who do answer her. There is a continuing battle with her garden club. You can identify with Sybil and her fellow characters as they live life just like you.  She has a charming exchange with Harry, a young man who needs a friend in his corner.  We watch Harry grow up in Sybil’s letters. 

There are some romances in Sybil’s golden years, and secrets from her past that unfold with the evolution of the story.  Sybil was adopted, and her DNA opens new avenues to investigate. The Correspondent is full of surprises and is a good lesson for us all to learn.  There are surprises waiting for all of us that are just around the corner. 

As you join Sybil by reading her story through her letters, you will find a book of memorable characters and witness a life well-lived.  The Correspondent has been a selection for many book clubs and questions are provided at the end of the book.  Cynthia read it as a selection for her club.  

The Correspondent is being made into a major motion picture. Won’t that be fun!  Maybe Helen Mirren will play Sybil?  It is fun to imagine who will have the lead role.  As I read books, I often cast the movie in my head, and for the most part I never get it right.  I guess I do not have a future career as a casting director.   Do you do this as well?

I have enjoyed sharing this review with you through a letter.  I hope you have enjoyed it too.  The Correspondent is a quick read, and maybe it will encourage you to write an old friend or your grandchildren.  It is nice to get a letter in the mail.  

Fond Regards,

Mary Ann

Moonflowers

Mary Ann

When I bought my house in South Carolina from my fairy godmother, Mimi (I wrote a blog about her), left me some treasures in the empty house when I took ownership.  On the kitchen counter was a bottle of my favorite wine that we used to share together and a picture book, The Moonflower by Peter and Jean Loewer.  Mimi’s inscription on the inside of the book wished me happiness in my new house and that she planted some moonflowers for me to enjoy as the summer progressed. 

Moonflowers are climbing vines in the morning glory family.  They have white trumpet-shaped flowers and heart-shaped leaves.  They bloom at night and are pollinated by moths rather than butterflies.  This nocturnal flower only blooms for one night and in the morning wilts.  They are often part of a moon garden. 

That first summer I would watch the tight white buds bloom and if you listen carefully, you can hear a pop as it unfurls.  The moonflower has a lovely scent that is pleasant to enjoy on a summer’s evening.  For the remainder of my time in South Carolina, I planted moonflowers each year.  I didn’t have a yard when I moved to Jersey City, so no moonflowers until I retired and began the tradition again for my patio garden that I call Little Provence.  I just love watching all stages of moonflowers.

I grow the moonflowers from seed that I get from Renee’s Garden, a gardening company that has high-quality organic seeds and plants.  In prepping moonflower seeds to plant, you need to take a toenail clipper and snip a corner of the seed which are hard as bullets.  Then I soak paper towels in water and place about 10 or 12 seeds on the towels and cover with another towel that I keep moist.   Within a few days the seeds swell and out comes seed leaves. I then plant the seeds in little paper pots to await additional leaves.  Along the way some seeds to not sprout or some do not get leaves.  I am hopeful by the end that I have 6-8 plants for the two big pot that will be their homes.  I have trellises in the pots.  I usually do all of this at the end of April and have the plants in the big pots after Mother’s Day when there is no frost.  I keep them well watered in an area with good sunlight.  

The warmer weather encourages more leaves and tendrils that begin shooting up the trellises. Soon the trellises are covered in vines and little buds begin to emerge.  The buds grow bigger until they are ready to pop into the moonflower blossoms.  They usually keep blooming until the fall frost. I deadhead the withered moonflowers each morning which I think spurs future growth.  

Most of the flowers I plant are from a nursery, so I am transplanting more mature plants.  However, there is something magical about growing plants from seeds.  I love to feel dirt between my fingers.  My moonflowers are my little ritual each year.  It is a flower that makes me happy, and I always think of Mimi and the gift she gave me by introducing me to this amazing flower.  

I hope that my experience with moonflowers will spur you on to try to grow some yourself. You will be so surprised to hear that little pop and how the moonflowers will make summer evenings more special.  Good Gardening, My Friend!

Superpowers

Mary Ann

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s Superman!  I am sure that you may have played Superman or Batman or Wonder Woman as a child or that your children or grandchildren did.  I used to pin on a towel on my son’s shoulders every day for about a year as he faced the world and defended our home. He was only four, but he was sure he had superpowers.  I am lucky he didn’t try to fly by jumping off the roof.  

We live in a world of Marvel or DC characters in movies, TV shows, and books, and do not forget fantasy worlds where witches and elves have magical powers – superpowers!  We love them all.  Then there is the Harry Potter universe.  I am sure you have gotten lost in those worlds over the years.  Let’s explore this a bit more.

A Superpower means that you have extraordinary or paranormal abilities. I found websites that list 100 or more superpowers. There is telekinesis where you can move objects with your mind.  There is invisibility where you are cannot been seen with the naked eye – remember Harry Potters’ invisibility cloak?  You can have super strength, or you can   manipulate time that includes time travel.  You can be a shapeshifter changing from one shape to another – a person to an animal. You have the power to fly, or you can teleport traveling from one place to another.  You can have healing superpowers that can regenerate body parts and fight an infection.  Power negation sounds pretty good because you cancel all other powers.  Check out Pinterest with its extensive display of Superpowers!

Have you ever wished that you had a Superpower?   I sure do.  It would be nice to disappear at awkward moments or move my groceries from the car to the kitchen or better yet put them away. However, what I really want to do is animal communication where I would understand and communicate with animals.  Move over, Dr. Doolittle!  I have always been an animal lover.  You must know that from my blogs.  I would have loved to know what my dogs and cats were thinking.  Today, I would love to talk to the catbird who has taken over the patio garden.  He (I am assuming he) brings food to its mate and soon to his hatchlings.  He flits around the garden with his tail bobbing up and down exposing his little red patch on his tush.  He checks me out to the point that he looks in my windows.  I think he would like to talk too asking me what I am doing in my nest!  

Then I would love to hear what the butterflies and hummingbirds have to say.  Maybe thank you for the plants that I have planted for them to have a tasty snack.  I am sure the bunnies and the foxes have some tales – no pun intended – to tell.  Now, we just look at each other, and I imagine what a conversation might be.  

if you could have a superpower, how would you use it?  Let us think about it as we visualize some possibilities. I do believe that those of us in the winter of our lives, maybe the fall for some, could use a few anti-aging superpowers.  How about a superpower for better vision or hearing?  How about a supercharged healing power where we could rid ourselves of pain or fix a bad hip joint.  We could use an anti-fall power – on the way down, we would right ourselves immediately.  How about anti-wrinkle or anti-gray hair powers?  We could use superpowers for sleeping better or talking to our grandchildren by just thinking about them. How about superpowers to do all our cooking or laundry and give you back lost skills like skipping or hopping. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to recall that word on the tip of your tongue or remember where you put your glasses. We need some superpowers for that.

 I am sure this list could go on and on.  We have not been blessed with any real superpowers, yet we have some power at our fingertips.  We can be a great friend.  We can be kind and helpful. We can always have a smile for someone.  We can deeply love our family.  We can give to charities and help hungry people. We can appreciate the small treasures in our world.  So, you see you really do have power to be super to others!  

4th in Sit

Mary Ann

It is hard not to fall in love with a puppy! That is exactly what happened when my father brought home a shy brown and white ball of fur with big brown eyes.  The whole family was grieving the loss of our beloved Irish Setter, Abigale, that was hit by a car.  None of us wanted to think about another pet. However, my father was a hunter and would need a working dog for the hunting season in the fall.  It was hard to think that this little puppy would have to earn her keep. To my brother and me, the puppy was going to be our pet. 

So that is how Heidi came into our family.  She was a Llewelyn English Setter having brown spots rather the typical black spots.  Since it was early spring and way too cold for a puppy to be outside, we got to keep Heidi in the house.  That allowed us to quickly bond and to fall completely in love with her. We couldn’t wait until we got home from school to play with Heidi.   

I have shared with you in an earlier blog that my 4H project was Dog Husbandry.  For that project, you had to care for your dog with feeding and grooming. You had to train your dog and show them at the local 4H Dog Show in early June and again at the end of the summer at the County 4-H Dog Show.  

Truly, Heidi was just a baby, but I practiced with her to prep for the club show which was a few months away.  Now, the training was not intense as it could have been since we had school and other childhood activities.  There was always time to play with Heidi, but I was still learning how to train a dog and show it.  We were both babies.  

Well, I turned around and suddenly, it was the beginning of June.  Show Time!!  Saturday morning of the show, I bathed and groomed Heidi so she would look her best.  She was older, but she still looked like a puppy with a fat belly.  We practiced sit, come, stay, heel, and down that were basic obedience skills.  We were shaky on all of them.  My father drove my brother and me along with Heidi to a local park for the “show.”  Our leaders had us all line up and then instructed us on what we were expected to do.  Heidi was like Velcro next to me.  She was not prepared for lots of people and lots of dogs. Dogs that were bigger and more confident than she was. 

 So, there I was with a timid puppy who forgot everything she knew.  When we told to walk our dogs around the ring, Heidi wouldn’t move.  I had to pick her up and carry her.  From there the obedience trial went downhill.  Heidi wouldn’t even come to me when called.  She was terrified from all the show commotion. However, when we were instructed to have our dogs sit, Heidi sat her little tushy right down in a perfect curtsey.  In the end, we got 4th in Sit.  I was so proud of our little white 4th place ribbon. I was so proud of Heidi.  Everyone else was getting blue, red, and yellow ribbons.  At least, we placed. However, it was a long quiet ride home.

When we got home, Heidi was exhausted.  She could hardly stay awake.   We were also all tired.  Heidi had done her best, and you can’t ask more of a puppy who was trying to grow up.  I sat with my father who said that we could get Heidi trained for the County 4-H Dog Show in late August.  We basically had three months to make this happen.  My father asked if I was ready to do the hard work necessary to make this happen.  I was and had visions of Blue Ribbons dancing in my head.

For the remainder of the summer, my father and I would go in the backyard after supper and worked with Heidi on commands and how to behave in a show ring.  We didn’t miss a day.  It was repeat, repeat, repeat.  Of course, we gave Heidi little treats for her hard work.  She really was working hard for “good girls” and lots of pets and hugs.  Our little puppy was growing up into a dog as she was approaching her 6th month birthday in August.  She was almost at her adult size. Her coat was feathering out, and her body slimmed down into a beautiful English Setter.  Daily brushing was making a difference, and she knew what the different commands meant and could flawlessly execute them.  Would all this hard work pay off at the show? 

The day of the show arrived.  I had butterflies flying all over my stomach.  Heidi had gained confidence over the summer, and I did too.  She was just glad to be with the family.  We got to the fairgrounds where the big County 4-H show was underway.  There were all kind of animals being showed all week long.  There were kids from all the county competing. 

We went to the dog show arena and got ready for the competition.  There were three categories – obedience (sit, stay, come, down, and heel); showmanship (how you and your dog showed in the ring); and confirmation (grooming and how each breed compared to its standard). Heidi and I were ready.  We just had to prove we had grown. I am sure people remembered our last performance.  

The judges cued us on each category, and Heidi and I went through our paces.  Heidi was doing so well in each class, and in the end, we won a Blue Ribbon for obedience, showmanship, and confirmation.  All three.  It was a 4-H Trifecta!  Heidi was just happy working with me. I was so proud of her.  It was a far cry from 4th in Sit.  

As the years passed, my brother and I continued showing our dogs with the 4-H, and there were lots more blue ribbons.   Nothing else ever compared to those first blue ribbons. They were precious.  I still have them.  Heidi was a sweetheart and was so loved by our family.  My father hunted with her, and she gave her whole heart to something she loved to do with him. Heidi is now buried in my heart and will always have a special place there.  

 What I learned from this whole experience is that hard work pays off.  This was the lesson that my father was teaching me.  I think if you were to check out my family, our work ethic is central to who we are.  It is our family ‘s treasure.  We are all hard workers.  As the years passed, you realize what a gift it was to have that trait instilled into our lives.  Heidi was a pretty good teacher too!  Thank you, Sweet Girl! 

A Witch, a Fox, and a Magical Inn

Mary Ann  

When you think of a witch, do visions of the movie Wicked come to mind or a witch from the Grimm fairytales darkening your mind’s eye?  Of course, it does.  We have been programed.  However, there are gentler witches, and the following review is about one such witch. 

When powerful witch, Sera Swan, loses her magic, how does she gain it back?  This is the theme of A Witch’s Guide to Magical Innkeeping by Sangu Mandanna.  This book was recommended to me by a couple of my book-loving friends – always the best recommendations!  So, I wanted to share it with you.

There is The Inn aptly named Batty Hole, and it is a character on to itself.  It keeps bad guests away and causes flowers to grow in the teacups.  There is a cast of quirky characters that include Great-Auntie Jasmine, who raised Sera; a talking fox named Clemmie -I want to meet this fox; Nicolas, a knight; Matilda, a geriatric oddball; and young cousin Theo who is a budding witch.  Of course, all stories must have a villain and Magical Innkeeping is no exception.  Albert Grey of the British Guide of Sorcery and a powerful witch is Sera’s nemesis and has tried for years to understand her powers.  And if you have a bad guy, you must have an equally good guy. – somewhat like a Hallmark movie!    Hence, Luke Larsen, a handsome academically focused witch, enters the mix with his little sister, Posy. 

This enchanting “family” joins Sera on her quest to regain her magic.  It has it challenges as all quests do, but will it have its rewards in the end?  You will have to read to find out and what a fun read!  I just downloaded A Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches – a romantic cozy fantasy, another book by Sangu Mandanna.  I am hoping it will be again a sweet story full of whimsy and magic. However, I have been contemplating – what is an irregular witch?  I guess I will have to read and find out!