About babies and grandmas

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful.  One moment you’re just a mother.
The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.

Pam Brown

Yes, the news of my little granddaughter’s birth in December 2009 was wonderful and suddenly, i realized that being a Nana is an honour and not only  a title but an amazing opportunity to have and to hold!

The role of Nana is a totally brand-new phase in a woman’s life and it takes time to adjust to the elevated position, it means that one must grow in that part and finally, it means that you love the little thing so much that you heart could burst with the love and loving!

I get a new picture of Liana most days into my mobile phone, and when i phone my daughter who lives a hundred miles or so from where i live, Liana wants to join in on the conversation when her mother puts the phone on a loudspeaker. There will be heard most delightful sounds of cooing and joyful babble of a baby, who by all the signs pointing, will be as quiet as her Nana… :)) hehe

It’s such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother – that’s why the world calls her grandmother.

Author Unknown

Picture Perfect: Celebrate

Love is
composed of
a single soul
inhabiting two bodies.
(Aristotle)


© Photos: Riihele. All rights reserved.

Love is an act of
endless forgiveness,
a tender look
which becomes a habit.
(Peter Ustinov)

This is my daughter’s wedding bouquet taken by me
in July 2008 at the reception in Ireland.

P.S.
The ‘filler’ plant is the Lady’s Mantle aka Alchemilla.
which belongs to the Rosaceae family of plants,
the same as the roses, strawberries,apples and almonds, for example.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S!

cartoon from www.weblogcartoons.comCartoon by Dave Walker.

Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.

Winnie-The-Pooh: Wise Words from a Little Bear

Winnie the Pooh

I am very fond of The Winnie-the-Pooh. I got to know him and his pals – the link is into just-pooh.com – through my daughters while they were young. The story has the most marvellous fictional personalities like: Winnie-the-Pooh, Roo the Kangaroo, Owl the Old Wise One and The Always-Depressed Eeyore. Many a time I ask people which one of them is their favourite one – I have found that it tells a lot more of the person in question and their personality than one thinks. It is sort of a mini personality test of its own kind.

Here is the New York Public Library link to more trivia and interesting details of the story of the Winnie and his friends. My favourite character by a mile is Tigger – the link is into just-pooh.com – that bouncing, flouncing tiger of the happiest disposition ever! He makes me laugh so much. The actor who does Tigger’s voice is spot-on with the drawn picture of him. This is the way he often introduces himself:

“Tee aye double-guh err, that’s how you spell Tigger.”

I was reading today the book by A.A. Milne and E.H. Shepard called –Winnie-the-Pooh’s Little Book of Wisdom* – (The Methuen Imprint by Egmont Children’s Books Limited.) Here is a link to where the ‘original’  Winnie is at present. This tells more about the author and this gives background information to the story of the Winnie-the-Pooh.

I found such wonderful pearls of wisdom in this book which has this other title as well:
Wise Words from a Bear of Very Little Brain. Here are some pearls, the first 3 have been in an earlier entry as well but I like these very ones the best:

Don’t Procrastinate
If you are always saying, ‘We’ll see,’
nothing ever happens.

Insight
It’s best to know what you are
looking for before you look for it.

Organisation
Is what happens when you
do a search and you don’t all look
in the same place.

Don’t Worry
When you get a sinking feeling,
don’t worry, it’s probably because
you’re hungry.

A Little Philosophy
Sometimes, the more you think,
the more there is no real answer.

Companionship
It isn’t much good having anything exciting,
if you can’t share it with somebody.
It’s so much more friendly with two.

Take the Initiative
Like Rabbit, never let things come to you,
always go out and fetch them.

Gastronomic Disappointment
A Very Nearly tea is one
you forget about afterwards.

Manners
Always say Goodbye-and-thank-you
-for-a-nice-time.

Tis for now. Riihele xx

Marriage Business

Marriage Business

“Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match,
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match…”


Fiddler on the Roof

words by: Lyrics and Songs.com

Tis the trick, indeed. I think that the most frustrating and difficult part of relationships is that with each one every time, one must begin from the very beginning. What do I mean? The persons A-Z only becomes familiar sphere as one goes along. There is no short cut to happiness; no matter what is said in the films and novels of all kinds and sorts.

The title is rather astonishing that I have put in this posting, eh? Yes, twas for me as well when I first came across this very title by Patrick Kavanagh, Irish poet (1904-1967), who is, after Yeats, considered the second most important poet in Ireland. Kavanagh wrote some amazingly sharp and witty stuff in his time. Here is the part where the title is mentioned:

“Economics is the key to the marriage business, and in no place more so than in Romantic America.”

He said this in “The Marriage Market” (p.90) Here is more of another article on the same lines:

“The romantic method is amusing enough, if one doesn’t believe too much in it. The cinema has encouraged somewhat simple folk to take it seriously and to ignore the hard reality that lies behind the marriage business.”

 

(The Kavanagh’s Weekly, 14 June 1952)

He was not an old tired cynic even though one could get that impression reading the lines quoted here at first. I have read some of the most moving poetry that has touched me very deeply by this poet. Kavanagh is only putting a thought that is factual out to the masses being led down the wrong garden path through the media, especially, leading them to ignore the hard facts about being married/in relationship of a closer encounter.

I read about this couple who had been married for eighty years – yes, 8-O) and found it rather amusing what each gave as the reason, the explanation, for this record long-lasting marriage of theirs:

She: ” One must be very quick to forgive”

He: ” I just say: Yes, Dear.”

Here is a snippet of CBS News online article on this hardy couple:

“Percy and Florence Arrowsmith, who celebrated their 80th wedding anniversary Wednesday, say the secrets of the world’s longest marriage are don’t sleep on an argument, always share a kiss and hold hands before going to bed. Percy Arrowsmith, 105, and his 100-year-old wife were married on June 1, 1925.”


Even the Queen called this record time ‘a splendid achievement’ – so tis. He has since died. In the link where there is a Marriage Quizz that opens up to another window which is really interesting to do. Also, there is an article about one of most common battles between the couples: money.

What thoughts come to Your mind reading this posting of mine today?

Tis for now. Riihele xx.


PS.
The picture is taken off my excellent collection of socks for each and every occasion
photographed and made over by me.

Alien Corn in an Alien Land – Shavuot

Nafoura

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

Source: Line 65 of the Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats (1795-1821)

The story of Ruth is a story of an alien in an alien land as she originated from the neighbouring and somewhat distantly related country of Moab in the ancient times. I came to think of her and her story as tis the time of the year when this story is read and celebrated in Israel. Shavuot – the weeks – is what this word means; as does the word ‘pentecost’ meaning: fifty in Greek, which both count the fifty days – that is seven weeks – from the Passover to this festival as instructed.

I went to Israel at the time when the war had been going on in Irak for just a short while. Not the best time to go to the neighbourhood, I hear you think. True, but twas the time I had to get away to be totally in a place of absolute rest and recuperating from an extremely hectic time of work and whatnot. A time to get me head together again – not having to take anybody else into account in any way affecting me. I had given so much that I could not give no more, to put it bluntly.

The spa treatments, the complete rest and the time to be still did me wonders. Even with the F16’s and their relatives constantly flying really low – I was on the 12th floor in the hotel and they flew at that height over the Dead Sea between Jordan and Israel – did not disturb my recovery that much. I found the aisle seat to observe rather interesting, actually.

The temperature was just perfect – not too hot, not too cool – to take moonlight walks by the shore and while walking looking over the Dead Sea to the other side where the ancient Moab was and where the present day Jordan is situated, I came to think of Ruth, the Moabite – in that link there is a poem I was inspired to write about her. It must have been extremely tough for her to leave all that was home to her and go to a place unknown, unfamiliar and unsure. One has to be/have been an alien in alien land to get to the depths of her soul. I have been that several times in several countries. And like, Ruth, I did get integrated into the greater society as a member and not as an observer. Here some thoughts on the being an alien in the alien land as an immigrant that I wrote earlier on.

Ruth’s secret was the giving:

  • She gave of herself to her mother-in-law unconditionally.
  • She gave her birthright away in her own culture and country.
  • She gave of every morsel of food she got to Naomi, too.

I am sure that there is more but these are the ones that spring to my mind while writing this here and now. Ruth also received blessings and fame beyond measure. Even today we know who she was/is.

The story of Ruth is the most beautiful love story that I have ever read. I hope that the people in Israel do think of her in the midst of the feasting on the mountains of cheesecakes and the fresh fruit as this also the Festival of the First Fruit – HaBikkurim.

Tis for now again. Riihele xx.

The mountains of Moab are the most gorgeous shades of pinks – one of these days I shall paint them.

PS.
The photograph is by me of one of my very favourite restaurants and it’s in the Old City of Jerusalem. The wall on the right is the actual wall from the 1500’s that surrounds the entire old city there.

What Has Love Gotta Do with it?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

Image You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica – age 8
Image “When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (What an image!)Karen – age 7
Image “When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy – age 4
Image “When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you’re scared they won’t love you anymore. But then you get surprised because not only do they still love you, they love you even more.”.

Here is a quizz on this theme of LOVE! I had seen these wise words of children in various pages, and this is my take on the same. I do find them extra-ordinarily clever and humorous to boot. What about you?

Tis for now. Rii xx

The photos are by me.

TIME 4: Frogs

FROGS

There has been an influx of entries on Frogs of all critters that there exist under the sun and today I think that it is about time, that we have here in Me Newsy- Letters: A TIME 4 FROGS posting. Here is a snippet of an article on frogs by a person who seems to be really enthused about them critters:

“Say “AAAAHHHH!”
Some frogs have tongues that are long and sticky that can be used to catch bugs. These roll out like an upside-down party horn and snap at the bug! (YUMMY!)

Frogs with long tongues go by the “see it, snap at it” technique of feeding. Toads, on the other hand, like my firebellied toads, have tiny tongues and have to snap at their food using their mouth. They often will stalk their food, much like a cat…creeping up to it and then just as dinner is about to take off, they will *SNAP* and eat their meal!

DID YOU KNOW: When a frog swallows a meal, his bulgy eyeballs will close and go down into his head! This is because the eyeballs apply pressure and actually push a frog’s meal down his throat! *GULP*” (All About Frogs online site)

All I want to know is this:

Will a frog turn into
a handsome live Prince Charming,
if it is kissed by Da Blonde,
for them frogs look like the ones,
that
I have kissed already in real life,
hoping that they’ll turn into Princes
but alas –
….. *

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
A bit of a trivia question for yeez:

A group of fish is called a School of Fish.
A group of geese is called a Gaggle of Geese.
A group of sea gulls is called a Flock of Sea gulls.
A bunch of cows and bulls is called a Herd of Cattle.

But what do you call a group of frogs?

Tis for now Riihele xx.

*Milli’s advice:
LOLLLL Riiii kiss an Aussie frog my dear they are true to label…..

 

On The Occasion: ROMANCE

ROMANCE is the SCENTED, DELICATELY
PERFUMED OIL
that keeps the story going on
and on and on….

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Romance is the mutual appreciation ‘society’
exclusively given/shown
to The Loved One by The Loving One.

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Romance, in the long run, is the very thing
that will keep/smooth the ride with its
valuable oil all the way from the
beginning of The Love Story
of yours to the end of
your days alive….

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Slowly, but surely,
tis the motto for the A-Z of the Romancing
each letter aka each trait,
whatever peculiarity each has,
sense of humour, et cetera
et cetera –
one gets to really know,
to understand
and to appreciate only after a good while.

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All the Text and the Photos by Riihele xx.

Incidents & Such Like: Love

HEART

This GOLDEN OLDIE incident took place in Ireland in my home. I worked for ten years with foreign students who came to Ireland to learn and to improve their practical knowledge of the English language which they needed so that they would be able to study further in their chosen field in the university in their countries. I met the most amazing people through it with many of whom I am still in touch.

One time I had these three handsome hunks from Barcelona and one of them, Aleix, had to begin with huge difficulties to get across even the most simple thing he wanted to say. I got to know a lot of Catalan with him, because nearly everything had to be checked in the Catalan-English dictionary, specially, to start with. However, by the time he left his language skills were phenomenal; cracking jokes and so on.

By the way, Catalan is a mixture of French, Italian and Spanish, a lovely sounding language, indeed. Sorry to say but my knowledge of the said language is non-existant at present.

This is what happened:

A single girlfriend of mine and myself were sitting in the living room each on our own sofas and doing the usual ‘Girl Talk’ – no gents, please, when in walked Jose and Aleix, one plunking himself down beside me and Aleix sitting beside E.

E. is so used to all these nationalities in my life that she like a bestest of the best Irish people wanted to do some polite small talk with them as usual.

Here is the conversation between the two: Aleix and E.

E. “How long have you been in Ireland?”
A. “Yo-uu loo-vee —mee–“

E. trying again, slower, “How long have you been in Ireland?”
A. “Yo-uu loo-vee–mee–!” (in a rather surprised voice)

E. yet slower and with a perfect Irish intonation,

“How long have you been in Ireland?”

A. “Yo-uu–loo-vee–mee??” in a totally confused voice by now


E. by now so frustrated and embarrased that she says flicking the hair back:

“Am going home!”


Jose and I had rather enjoyed the comedy holding our aching stomachs and nearly falling off the sofa.

And off she goes. I see her off the door as is the custom of the hospitality in Ireland not knowing what to say and holding myself as serious as I possibly could.

When I return back to the sitting room, says Aleix, after Jose had translated the conversation to him,


“I think I put my foot in it.”

I nodding said,

” Yes, I think so, too.
But don’t worry E. has a brilliant sense of humour
and she will be grand.”


After this small talk E. avoided like a plague to ask any foreigner she met in my house as to how long they had been in Ireland. That question was never raised up ever again.

Tis for now. Riihele xx.

PS.
I worked as a support person: mama, nurse, shrink, teacher, cook, caterer, friend, et cetera 24/7 for them. A most rewarding, though demanding job.

The photo is taken by me.