When The Lights Went Out

Back on November 9, 1965, about 5:17 pm, the Great Northeast Blackout occurred here in the USA. This was just before I turned nine years old.

Most people were unaware that lights were flickering and power was failing in areas of upstate New York. A long series of power plant switches were being tripped, and by 5:27 PM, most of New York City went dark. Only Staten Island and part of Brooklyn were unaffected. The power outage spread into Massachusetts, Connecticut and the northern New England states as well as Long Island, New Jersey and parts of Pennsylvania.

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The blue area shows where the blackout occurred.

My mother always cooked dinner early, as my Dad worked most nights and had to be out he door by 5:30 or 6:00. So as usual, she put out the dinner on the table at 5:15 and then the lights went out.

Having grown up on Cape Cod, we had a large stash of candles. It seemed that we lost our power pretty frequently. High winds. So mom went to the cupboard and brought out the candles.

I remember thinking how fun it was to eat by candle light…again!

The power outage would last for thirteen hours. Through these thirteen hours, a night of almost complete darkness many citizens of the northeastern United States banded together. Considering that nearly a million New Yorkers and Bostonians were trapped during this time, either on subways, office buildings or in elevators, it was a remarkable triumph.

Of course, to a little girl on Cape Cod it meant candles, my sister’s Ghost stories, and probably a slightly earlier bedtime for me.

By the next morning the lights were on, Mom was cooking breakfast in the kitchen and the excitement was over.

Anyone out there remember the Blackout besides me? Or am I the only oldster out here?

What I Did This Past Weekend

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Our host is Gattina. Come join us and tell us what YOU did this past weekend! After all, you never know when you will need an alibi!

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This past weekend we celebrated my mother’s life. The service was good, but I was far too emotional, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I simply do not like showing my feelings in public.

The good part of the weekend was I got to spend time with my brother’s two sons. I have not seen the younger son since he was a young boy. He’s now a grown man, with two daughter’s of his own.

My older nephew I saw when he was on leave in the military. He is now out of the military and has a teenage son.

Here I am with the guys and my sister Mel.

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Mel, Richard, Me and Jimmy.

Besides the service I got to meet the newest additions to our family, the beautiful baby twins, Nolan and Gabriel. They were preemies, but did so well, and their parents are so great meeting their needs. The boys are both happy and healthy.

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This is Nolan and Gabe is in the background.

It was so wonderful to see these beautiful boys and remember that even with the loss of my mother, life does go on, in many beautiful and wonderful ways.

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My drive home was eventful. The wind was blowing fiercely, and my car was swaying back and forth. Back and forth, and back and forth…and for the first time ever, I got motion sickness in the car! By the time I got home I was totally green! But I did make it.

What I Did Last Weekend

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Our host is Gattina. Come join us and tell us what YOU did this past weekend! After all, you never know when you will need an alibi!

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This weekend was the time that I went down and saw my Mom, for what will be the last time in this world. She is very close to death now, and as various members of the family have come to see her and share the love. It’s all she wanted in the end. To see her great grandchildren, grandchildren and daughters one more time. To feel that the karma was all right with us. To grab one last memory before she goes.

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She told my sister on Sunday that she is ready now. Her body is painfully full of cancer, and she can no longer move. She is ready to go to the next level.

I catch my breath. A sob is just suck in my throat. As much as I want her released from the pain, I just cannot imagine her not being a phone call away.

After all these years arguing with her, and making up and trying again, now she will die and there will be no tomorrows.

She is the last of her generation. The others have gone. My wish for her now is peace. Peace and to be free from the pain of this terrible thing called cancer.

Now we must wait. She must wait. I hope that God is merciful and brings her peacefully home.

We Never Really Say Good-Bye

My Mom is fading very fast. Saturday I had to say goodbye to her, as I know this is the last time I will see her in this life. I held her hand, kissed her face and brow, and spoke gentle words of love. I reminded her that even if we don’t see each other, we will live on in each others hearts and souls!

Keep a song of joy inside your heart
Even though the time has come for us to part
We’ll be together soon and time will fly
Cause we never really say goodbye

Don’t forget the love we shared today
Sweet memories to keep us warm along the way
I’ll hold you in my heart so don’t you cry
Cause we never really say goodbye

Time may come between us
But it doesn’t mean a thing
You know we’ll be together in our dreams
And so tonight, my friend, sleep tight

And keep a song of joy inside your heart
Even though the time has come for us to part
We’ll be together soon and time will fly
Cause we never really say goodbye,
We never really say goodbye

Memories

I had an idea to look for some of the kids that were in The Sound of Music with me. I couldn’t fine them, but, I found the brother of one of the girls. I wrote to him, hoping to be able to send his sister copies of the slides.

He wrote right back to me to let me know that she had passed away a couple of years ago in an automobile accident. But, he would love to see the pictures!

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I sat right down and sent them off. You see it dawned on me that if someone contacted me and offered me pictures of Katie, I would be desperate to see them!

I think that’s the hardest thing after you lose a loved one. The pictures stop.

I hope today, that I was able to bring some happiness and peace to her brother.

You see, pictures do bring back all the love in our hearts and the good memories that we have.

What I Did This Past Weekend

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Our host is Gattina. Come join us and tell us what YOU did this past weekend! After all, you never know when you will need an alibi!

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I’m still working on the scanning, but I have good news! Yesterday I could not find the slides from the community theater’s production of The Sound of Music that both Mel and I were in! I was almost flipping out, but Janet told me to chill, and that she knew they would turn up.

This morning, about the time I had totally given up, I moved a box and there they were! Oh, Mom will be so thrilled to see them!

So I spent all day scanning slides, and working to organize them. Tonight (Sunday) I want to crop, and clean them up.

Here are a few to look at just so you can see how cute Mel and I were back in 1966.

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That’s me. The little one on the left. I was the youngest cast member in the play. I played Gretel. I had just started first grade and my Mom helped me learn all my lines by reading them to me and having me memorize them. Songs were easy. In that way, I was like a little parrot!

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Here I am singing a solo! I look back and I wonder how I was ever brave enough to sing in front of all of those people! I don’t remember being frightened, it was all a great adventure!

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This is me with the woman who played Maria. Jane, (her real name) was a wonderful lady. She was friends with my family and always took time out with us kids. We all loved her!

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Here is Melodie playing Louisa. She was in the second cast of kids. In the line at the far left, the young boy was named Timmy. He was my sister’s good friend and mine as well. Shortly after the Sound of Music, Timmy was ice skating at a pond in back of his house, when he fell through. His mother saw him and tried to help, but sadly, they both perished. My sister named her youngest son after him.

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Dear Melodie, and Burke (who played Captain Von Trapp)

Well,hope everyone has a good Monday. It’s back to scanning for me!

Mom continues to get worse. I feel like I am under the gun to get this slide show done for her to see when Janet and I go down on Friday.

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I had a thought today. In the middle of all the craziness of canning pickles, washing clothes, making meals and cleaning. Here’s the thought.

I’m going to scan in as many of our old family slides as I can, so I can make a slide show for my Mom.

You see next weekend we’re going down for a visit and I want to show her all the pictures. Sort of a ‘This is your wonderful life’.

Look at this. My Mom, about the same age as me. She was young and beautiful and I bet she had no idea. In the picture is my Mom, my sister Mel, and Janet’s Grandmother, Tilly.

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It amazes me to see these long forgotten pictures! Here is another. It’s of my grandmother, Mom’s Mom, Janet’s mother, Betty and Janet and her Dad, George.

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Oh my much love Grandmother, Aunt and Uncle. And of course, Janet. She has always been so close that I have felt like she is another sister!

Oh how I miss these people. Except of course, Janet. She is part of my link to the past!

So I’ll be scanning in more pictures over the weekend. I know I was at this picnic, but so far, I haven’t found the pictorial proof of it!

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Meanwhile, I am enjoying seeing those wonderful old faces that have been gone from me for so long.

Back Home

I’m back from Connecticut. I spent time with my mom. I held her, I hugged her and kissed her. I listened to her talk about her life, I listened to her talk about those who have gone before her, and how she has missed those special people in her life.

She is not afraid to die. She has a wonderful deep belief in God, Jesus Christ and the afterlife. She knows where she is going.

I spoke with her doctors, I heard what they had to say, and although I think it is harder for some of our family to hear, mom is not going to get better. The cancer is spreading, she is getting weaker, and soon she will slip away.

My mother and I found a peace with each other. We were able to tell each other that we love each other.

It is good to be home again. The heat has been brutal, and now I am home I am sitting with my feet up, in the air conditioning with a couple of dackels around me. Yes, it’s good to be home!

Building Memories

On Saturday I started to sort through the last items that came off the camper. I also went out today and walked around the cement pad we had poured for the camper. We’d done it the first year we were here.

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We put our hand prints in the wet cement, and our initials.

We had two dogs then. Our old White German Shepherd, Max.

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These are his prints.

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And the love of our lives, and many others, Shubi.

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These are Shubi’s little paw prints.

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We loved having their foot prints in the cement. It somehow blessed this land that we had decided to call home.

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Shubi and Max.

Today, for the first time in many years, I saw their prints, and our hands and remembered all those years ago. I smiled, I cried a little and then was thankful for all that Hubby and I have now, and the four dogs we are blessed to share our life with, but also thankful for the dogs we have known in the past.

Me with my Shubi in the camper.

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“And oh how the years go by
And oh how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry
As the years go by”

Lyrics by: JENNINGS/CLIMIE

Happy 8th Blogaversary To Me!

Here we are eight years down the road and I am still writing Dackel Princess. I started writing back then, thinking no one would read me, and that blogging would be something I didn’t do for very long.

I’d promised myself that if I was paying to blog, I would blog each day. It was incentive for me. So despite surgeries, vacations and births and deaths, I have written every day for the last eight years.

Oh sometimes it was fluff, you know question and answer stuff, but many times I actually sat down and poured my heart out to you all. I’ve shared my happiness and sadness, and my fear. And you have been so wonderfully supportive of me.

I have no idea how long I will blog, but I would like to think that I will be sharing myself with my little part of the world for a long time.

So, Happy Blogaversary to me!