Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Oh Charlie, We Will Miss You, Our Beautiful Little Dog...My Little Coffee Buddy

It's with a grieved heart to have to blog on something that has recently and suddenly broken our hearts.  We lost our precious little dog, Charlie very, very late, the night of the 17th.  That very morning I awoke to a severely injured little dog.  It appears he was attacked by a coyote that night or early morning, the wounds had all the marks of a coyote, it was horrible. Neither Jem nor I noticed that Charlie hadn't followed us into our room the night before, and it had never been a problem before.

We rushed our little Charlie to the vet and the vet did what he could.  Charlie came back home with us as we watched and waited... When I went to bed I had a funny feeling, even though Charlie was walking around, he was unsettled he would walk and lay down, walk and lay down, he lay under the lit up Christmas tree of all places on the white sheet I used as a Christmas tree skirt. Yes, that happened and yes my tree was unapologetically up, I had a lot going on.  That night before I went to bed, Charlie's eyes told me something.


Jem and I miss our Charlie so much.  Just so very much, and the thought of how he suffered that day is just haunting to us.  I have to just close my eyes and pause.

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Charlie in his little wicker bed in our room as Gracie looks after him.
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Gracie keeping watch over Charlie after we arrived home from the vet's office.  Gracie was nuzzling Charlie and being so motherly and sweet, animals are such sentient beings.  Little angels.  We had to keep boxes under our bed there because poor little Charlie had wanted to try to hide under our bed, we thought we would never get him out.  My husband, Jem could hardly read this blog by the way it is such an emotional thing for he and I both.



 This is Charlie just a month or so ago, it was the morning hours, I was spending time with God and I looked across the room to see my sweet little dreamie Charlie gazing at me from across the room...

Charlie was a character, such a happy little dog with a dramatic side to him as well, as we would sometimes call him Carlos after the character in the old movie, 'A Man Called Godfrey'.




 Charlie's Story


We were so blessed to have had Charlie for over twelve years at least...  We had lost our sweet dog, Minnie Pearl and the following week we saw in the local paper, Charlie's face with a little bandana around his neck. He had the same little eyebrows as Minnie Pearl.

When our youngest, Rebecca saw the photo she said, Oh mommy we have got to go get him!  Just the thought of Rebecca being so little girl like is sobering.  Jem, Rebecca and I went to the animal shelter, back then known as the pound.  Rebecca had in her still little girl hand a lavender envelope soft with handling...It was wrinkled and it contained all of her birthday money, it was going to cost $65.00 to adopt Charlie and that is what Rebecca did.  When Rebecca saw Charlie tears rolled down Rebecca's face and she said through the tears...I love him...

I remember leaning down to pet Charlie when he first became part of our family and the little guy would wince, it broke my heart.  Apparently whoever had had him before was not very kind to him, but gradually Charlie knew he could trust our hands and he knew we loved him and would never hurt him ever.  He was safe with us! 


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Charlie had become my little sit-next-to-me buddy since little Guiseppe died in November.  Charlie had been my special little coffee buddy for a couple of years now, I awake many times at 5am in the morning and usually Charlie follows me out of our room into the kitchen as I would say...Charlie?  Are you my coffee-buddy?  I would reach down and pet that little head full of curly silver locks...  It was a comfort and company for me.  It could be the middle of the night and Charlie would get up with me trotting right by my side.

One morning in the past couple of weeks I noticed he stayed in the living room with the larger dogs, Gracie and Coffee.  There was some wildlife out there they were intrigued by and they would go galavanting around exiting the dog door.  I didn't think too terribly much about it because Gracie is such a protector and usually Charlie is the Louie Zamparini of our dogs, he would quick as a wink grab a water moccasin in his mouth and shake it to it's end without a hitch.  He was just an amazing beautiful little dog who thought he was ten feet tall.

Many days I would call out to Charlie when he was outdoors as I held my hands up to cheer him on....Charlie!  Great and mighty wonder of  the wooooorrrrrld!!!   Charlie had adopted that title from our precious pitbull, Buddy who we lost several years ago.

He was Jem's buddy too, when Jem would hop into the Mule, his all terrain vehicle, Charlie would sit by his side.  When I took trips into town to say the auto mechanic, Charlie would hop on in with me, just so happy...such a happy little dog and he loved riding in cars with us.  He always wanted to go to the grocery store with us and I was always so sad to leave him standing there, but I would promise him a treat when we got back.  I would always say...Don't worry Charlie, we'll be back, we'll be back...  When I did come back he would be running in his cute little way up the driveway to greet me...And yes, treats were waiting for all of our fur angels.

When my dad came to visit over five years ago Charlie had jumped into his lap and my dad just loved Charlie.  Charlie was also my mom's favorite dog.  Everyone loved Charlie.




This photo was taken just a couple of weeks ago, he was napping next to me on the couch as I was texting my daughter, Michelle.  I was laughing hysterically, even slapping my knee because of something I thought was so funny and he looked up at me so cute here...
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We very recently had a flood in the area and were out scouting around and Charlie was just so enjoying his ride with us.   Best day ever.






Here are a couple videos Jem took of Charlie and Gracie, there was a water bird tormenting the heck out of them.   What is in these short videos is so very typical...  so cute the way Charlie would amuse himself at the pond many a day.  He would just have a ball galloping about the pond chasing after turtles hopping in the water and the like.

You can see Charlie at full right watching the pond.  He and Gracie were pals.
 Such happy little dogs....






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When we first moved out here I would go to the back of the property and spend time with God, and Charlie would be right there with me just enjoying the day...He just loved being with me.




This was very common for Charlie...Just contentedly laying in a bed or on a couch, sometimes the foot of our bed...just resting and taking it all in...Wherever he would go or follow he would get his little paws, (he stood like a ballerina) and he would burrow and dig into the fabric or rug getting perfectly comfortable.




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The day we discovered Charlie had passed to the other side...It was a cruel thing for me to have to go about cleaning the evidence of our suffering little fur angel...So.  Hard.   I felt as if I was the only person left in the world.  

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That evening I was walking around the house, trying so hard to do the next thing as Elisabeth Elliott suggested years ago...Thinking of Charlie, my dad, Guiseppe....Buddy... Esther....You name it...   Praying.  Praying hard.



I sat in one of our recliners and in a mindless effort I put this movie on from the list...   The Men of Boys Town.   



God spoke to me strongly through this scene at 3:37 of the movie.   I love the part of Father Flanagan, I do believe the character of Father Flanagan portrayed in this movie is truly like God's character.  I taped a capsule scene of the movie containing one important part...Perhaps I am a cross between Pee Wee and Ted in these times...  The entire capsule here contains elements of life for all of us. 





Father Flanagan:  Ted you've stood so much pain do you think you can stand a lot  more?  

Ted:  Why doesn't somebody else have to stand it?!

Father Flanagan:  Everybody does have to go through pain Ted, some seem to have more to endure then others and you're one of them I can't tell you why either unless it's... suffering seems to forge such a fine man that in the end you'll be better then the rest of us...







Father Flanagan:  It is the time when Giants will walk again on the land.  Be staunch, keep the faith...And you will walk among the giants.   God bless you.



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Life is much like the movie above,  I do recommend the movie, 'Men of Boys Town' by the way, for many reasons.  Oh such a different time in our country.

I cling to God and I cling to the old ways. May we walk among the giants as we hold unto God's loving Hand. May we be that Ted as he walks in the end cradled by the Father.  

Hear the little boys singing?  It's a beautiful thing...Isn't it Charlie?


  

Be kind to people, we don't know what that visitor has gone through.  

amelia 
  

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Christmas Memories and Clips to Delight and Ponder

I really wanted to get these clips up to share with you dear Readers!  I hope you will enjoy them, be touched and amused by them as we were.

Enjoy:



This is so sweet, this short movie made in 1945 reminds me very much of my Italian grandparents, the Oddos.  This movie short won an academy award.

My husband watched this and loved it today.  When it was over he was teary eyed. You see, it really is the way many Italians were.  ...And we remember.  : )

A Star in The Night  (1945)  






This is a picture of me and my precious, precious Grandpa Oddo. We often shared our birthdays near New Years as pictured here.  He was one of the sweetest things ever.  He had sung in the opera when a young man in New York.  He was discovered when he was hanging his laundry on the line in the city there, a lady from the opera was walking down the street and heard him.  He later returned to our great southern state to the city here to be with his Italian mother who had arrived and then came to the waterfront where he loved it so, I guess you could call him the Great Caruso on the bay, he did what he loved most.  A shrimper with his own boat on the bay, the family had a fishing camp with boats they would rent out, and a little store attached to their home. Grandpa was happy just being there.  Precious, precious man. 



Today I was thinking of their home and the sweet simplicity as I was making a New Orleans red bean soup, faglioli style with pasta.  As I move in my kitchen doing this and that, cutting and creating the art, I thought of my Grandma Oddo. ...Oh I wish I still had her too.  : ) 

Here's another:

Dominick the Donkey   by Lou Monte

It's just not an Italian Christmas without Dominick the Donkey!






A darling blast from the past:

A Visit to Santa   (1952)



On youtube it states1963 but on Turner Classics the info states 1952. This was so neat I thought; the old cars, the way the children are dressed, such a sweet innocence.  The sweet dollies and toys.  At the end St. Nicholas has quite the wonderful reminder of the true Christmas, our Savior's birth. My husband was also fascinated with this reel wonder, it is sooo the way it was.



Meet John Doe  (1941)  -Ending-

This is just wow.  Love this... (spoiler warning)

At 3:37 you will hear some very poignant words.  This movie is one of those Frank Capra greats.  Most all of Frank Capra movies are greatness.

Frank Capra was from the same village my grandpa was from; Bisaquino, Sicily.   The Oddo family is mentioned in one of the Capra biographies.





You don't have to die to keep it alive. Someone already died for that once...The first John Doe and He's kept that idea alive for nearly 2000 years...




And last but not least, that famous speech from It's a Wonderful Life. (1946)
You tell'em George...

I tried to find the raw and emotional real prayer scene where Jimmy Stewart actually wept over mankind at the bar but I was unable to find on youtube.  I actually had Christian tracts on that scene and would place them in my Christmas cards and unfortunately was not able to find more.

This scene is a good one though...It reminds me of my husband in his real estate company, helping the common man in an old town.  We want to be George Baileys in life, not Mr. Potters.



Have a sweet Christmas week.  I'm having fun being funny at times...https://i.pinimg.com/originals/74/01/bb/7401bbb5eecdff60651937995c26870f.jpg

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...and also having quiet Peace in my heart as I celebrate true Christmas in my heart...Jem took this the other evening when he took me out to dinner. 

 

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Praying for a Peaceful Christmas for all, and may we carry in our hearts and spirits the good things that those precious ones before us taught us so beautifully as they traveled this earth, their hearts meshed with ours, now more then ever...May the Holy Spirit of Christ dwell among us as we sense that Holy Presence of Christ in the stillness.

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God be with you all this most wondrous Christmas season, 
  ~ Amelia


Monday, December 10, 2018

Merry Christmas KINDNESS, A Whopping This and THAT, LAUGHS and Another GrandBABY Coming in May!

As some of you saints must know, we lost our little Guiseppe last month, he died in my arms and my heart was broken.  Our family was so sweet about it as you will read below.

Thanksgiving followed and I got through that, our loving family was comforting.  Now Christmas is on our heels and the Holy Spirit of Christmas is wafting through the Forest here and through our home, and yes, I still miss our dear little Guiseppe dearly.  Thoughts also of my dad who has been gone for a year and a half.  Every now and then a cardinal will appear.  I miss my dad dearly as well this time of year...Oh my gosh, it can be painful.

When we go through loss and pain I often think of kindness and love, we remember those who show those things, I think of what the Bible says on Love.  I think we all know what (churched) people are like without Love?   It truly is like clanging cymbals.  I wonder sometimes what has happened to love and kindness?   It seems so very fundamental but is so often missed.  Strange to me.  It's like having hospitality.  We can invite people into our homes or maybe lunch but if we have not hospitality in our hearts, then people will not be ministered to, if not in our hearts then we are checking off boxes and people will feel it.  Perhaps you have been on the receiving end of that?  Being new to many communities and circles I have.   God uses those experiences throughout life to tweak our own lives and allow God to tenderize our hearts to be sensitive and tender to others as agents for Jesus. 

My son in law was sharing to my husband the lack of authenticity in the church.  He is acquainted with many homeschooling families, he too was homeschooled, has been a pastor himself and Chief of Staff at the Capitol among conservatives.  He too has noticed that many professing Christians do not seem to have that personal relationship with the Father but know Him more in a textbook way, just going through the motions of church etc. but missing what is the most important thing, talking and walking with God on their own, in their own hearts, spending time with Him.  Knowing Him.
 

Out of that personal relationship with the Father flows the springs of living waters to others!

It should be second nature, whether an introvert or extrovert.  Let's not let our reputations as a Christian be marred by a lack of care or kindness. I'm very big on this myself;  I've seen things so very abused and neglected.  I've seen churched people diss others because of a different pet doctrine!  How's that for the enemy to come in?   Don't let him!  That is the attitude that hung Jesus on the cross!  Can you believe I have to write this even?  I know those who subscribe or comment here are not like that.  If you were, you would not be a subscriber or commenter here.  ; ) 

Christianity should not be an inner social country club as I'm sure you would agree, it should be an everyday walk with Jesus, we should be those Light bearers to the checker at the store, the man who fixes our motors etc. I have found these to be the treasures!  The true friends in life!  True church?  Yes. And those precious angels often minister to ME.

I remember going into the prisons with my husband who was a chaplain, we both were in that ministry through Prison Fellowship.  We  became very close to those young and older men.  One Christmas we were invited in as family to two of the prisoners and brought our little girls.  We mingled with the wives and other children of these prisoners.  It brings tears to me eyes as I write this.  Later my birthday was to come and my phone rang.  It was those prisoners in the chaplain's office singing 'Happy Birthday' to me.  They sounded like a Marine band choir.  I'll never forget it.  



As the late David Wilkerson's sister, Ruth told me one day on the phone after my step daddy had suddenly passed away.... Something to this effect:  Every day I ask God what adventure we are to go on.  I walk my dog and talk with God and it may be going to the Christian bookstore and he tells me what book to get or whatever, but God is with me and it's a new adventure every day.

I'll never forget her voice.  She had said the word, God just like her brother, David Wilkerson.





I read this little story in my Streams in the Desert devotional and thought it was so sweet and just so wonderful.  It's about an elderly man who many thought eccentric.  Everywhere he went he carried an oil can and oiled any door or hinge that would creak.   May I be like the little man with the oil of kindness!


Do you carry your own can of oil with you?  Are you ready with your oil of helpfulness each morning?  If you offer your oil to the person nearest you, it may just lubricate the entire day for him.  Your oil of cheerfulness will mean more than you know to someone who is downhearted.  Or the oil may be a word of encouragement to a person who is full of despair.  Never fail to speak it, for our lives may touch others only once on the road of life, and then our paths may diverge, never to meet again.  

The oil of kindness has worn the sharp, hard edges off many a sin-hardened life and left it soft and pliable, ready to receive the redeeming grace of the Savior.  A pleasant word is a bright ray of sunshine on a saddened heart.  Therefore give others the sunshine and tell Jesus the rest.  

We cannot know the grief 
That men may borrow;
We cannot see the souls
Storm-swept by sorrow;
But love can shine upon the way
Today, tomorrow;
Let us be kind.
Upon the wheel of pain so many weary lives are broken,
So may our love with tender words be spoken.
Let us be kind.

Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.   Romans 12:10


Here's some photos of the past month I thought you might like to see, so I will share:



 James, Marianna, Josh, Michelle, Lea, Jem and Me the  day after Thanksgiving. We have the two bestest son in loves ever.  They both can take one look at me and get what I'm thinking.  Kind?  Yes! : )  Jem and I have been married for over 38 years and he calls me Gi-Gi.  We have a lot of fun together and yes, he is very kind to me. We had our times as young ones knocking each other's rough edges off, smoothing each other but we have tumbled in the rock-gem tumbler pretty well over the years!  lol  We have such pleasant outings and peaceful suppers together in our middle years.

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A jolly good time!   James, Marianna, Josh, Michelle, Lea, Jem and me.  Rebecca wasn't able to attend this day.

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James and Marianna, and ....Another new Grand-baby Blessing coming this May!   Oh my goodness, a double Mi Mi I will be!  (Hands clapping with a smile)

 

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Lea and I had a blast picking out a whole bunch of toys for children who don't have much.  Many went to Lea's church for their Christmas program where parents who are in need can 'shop' for their children and some of the stuffed animals went to the local police department to give to children the police see have a need for Christmas.  I really enjoy picking out toys at the local Dollar General.  They have very good values, and adorable toys. We also found some cuties at the little Walmart in smalltown.  We just had a ball getting the stuff.  When we dropped the ones off at the police department the darling young receptionist came out to get them from us and her eyes melted.  She gently stroked the fur of the sweet stuffed animals and said...  Oh they are going to like these... It blessed my heart.

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Nicholas, our Christmas tree.  He is very glad to get out of the attic!





Nicholas is all dressed now.  



When Lea and I were at Dollar General I spied a little ornament kit. The package made 5 foam ornaments!  For only one dollar, an entire kit that makes 5 ornaments!   They were darling ornaments and easy to do and....Fun!

We want fun, not frustration right?!  




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My mom (almost 89!) got a kick out of the little ornaments too, she doesn't care for complicated so these were perfect!  No glue needed, everything stuck together with it's own adhesive backing!  Michelle had an appointment so we'll have to catch up!

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Who wouldn't want to have one of these cuties on their tree?  


Graham Cracker Gingerbread Houses!   See the Art!

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Our girls love to make Graham Cracker Gingerbread Houses, so Rebecca, our youngest decided to host a little Gingerbread House night.  Fun for sisters, husbands and special friends.


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 Everyone had their own style, Shay was making his with the precision of a surgeon, Shay tries to help others with his knowledge and has a servant's heart, even in the kitchen. : )

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Shay made the city skyline, so sleek!  He made this with the mental preparation of General Doolittle of the WWII Doolittle Raid!  We are talking exact.  The photo just doesn't do it justice. 


Rebeccca made this whimsical little cottage with pets, a horse with a little saddle and a camel and squirrel with Santa hats.   Her trees are fascinating upon fluffy coconut snow.

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 Lea made a classic Gingerbread cottage, sweet tart walkway!  I want to eat the berries!

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Marianna made a classic cottage with a little kitty-cat!   How adorable, whiskers and everything!

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James made the Alamo!  Look at the little bears crawling up the ladder and some running the door with a huge pretzel 'log'!  lol


A cannon too at the top.


The horse has white tipped hooves, so sweet. James' grandfather trained Tennessee Walking horses.

These guys...  they have quite the imagination!
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 Josh and Michelle were unable to join us this evening. (next time kids?)




Our Nativity overlooked everyone.  Sweet Baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the precious animals that Holy Night along with the solemn Wisemen.  Beautiful I think.



Gracie.   This is sooooo Gracie.


 I thought this was sooooooo funny!  It's true, we don't need to over-do right?  I'm trying to keep it simple and let the girls do their thing. Edit: 12.11.18  I asked Jem if I should've posted this video with  some of the more sobering things on this blog. He said.  Why not?  People *need* to laugh at Christmas!    He is so correct...


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Oh...And one more thing.  Let's not be Heelots this Christmas season.

Following is one of my favorite Christmas movies.  Meet John Doe.  (1941).   This is a Capra GREAT.



The ending of this movie speaks of something very important, that man, the first John Doe who died 2000 years ago as Barbara Stanwyck puts it.   This is a wowee movie.  Highly recommend.  Gary Cooper is totally the bomb in this movie. How can ya go wrong, Cooper directed by Capra?   Wow.




   I have little reminders of Guiseppe around, I miss that little guy, our fur angel, dearly.  I still have this on my wipeboard on my fridge.  It is from the morning of the evening he passed away in my arms.  I just cannot bring myself to erase this.  I just can't. 

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Lea brought this home to me...


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Missing my dad too this Christmas season...



Take care, Loves.   Thanks for bearing with me on kindness. I felt the recuring nudge of the Holy Spirit to put something up on that.


I just really appreciate you all.  I really do.  Love to sweet Readers and Friends,   ~Amelia
Let's be Christmas as in Jesus with skin on to others.  : )   


I saw this in a shop...  Loved it.
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