Tuesday, 30 June 2020


Eleanor Roosevelt
When you cease to make a
contribution you begin to die.

Virginia Woolf
A woman must have money
and a room of her own.

Saturday, 27 June 2020


After so many years of neglect and indifference, of being treated shabbily, I realize how all the pain throughout the years has hardened me inside - Now I am going to change this. I no longer will make a pretense of being loved, no more pretending that my family loves me, no more "rose colored glasses" for me . . . I do not believe. I do demand respect for the many years of love and respect that I showered on you, even if you have no memory, it does not mean it did not happen, it means this is my truth, and I tell the truth. I want to live my life on my terms, that in part means, I want peace, tranquility, health, and happiness, and most of all from you, it is the respect I wish for. A reminder to you that, if not for me, you, your offspring and more would not exist. Now that should give you a wake up call, a little food for thought - I am important! If you hear anyone say adverse words about me, it is your duty to stop them in their tracks - you should never allow that to happen. If your children say rude things to me, you must chastise them. I am after all a Mother - Grandmother - Great Grandmother and a Great Great Grandmother. That should be respected.

Friday, 26 June 2020


Have seen many old places, but this one catches my eye. Wonder who lived there?

Wednesday, 24 June 2020

Sunday, 21 June 2020


Just a line to say I'm living, That I'm not among the dead Though I'm getting more forgetful And something's slipping in my head; I got used to arthritis, To my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, But oh, how much I miss my mind. For sometimes I cannot remember When I stand atop the stairs, If I must go down for something Or if I've just come up from there. And before the fridge, so often My mind is filled with nagging doubt. Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take some out. I called a friend not long ago, When they answered I just moaned. I hung up quickly without speaking, For I'd forgotten who I'd phoned. And when the darkness falls upon me I stand alone and scratch my head. I don't know if I'm retiring, Or just getting out of bed? Once I stood in my own bathroom, Wondering if I'd used the pot. I flushed it just in case I had And sat down just in case I'd not. So, now if it's my turn to write you. There's no need for getting sore It may be that I think I've written And don't need to write no more. Now I stand beside the mail box With a face so very red Instead of mailing you the letter I have opened it instead. Author ~ Unknown From a friend years ago ~ dee

Wednesday, 17 June 2020

Tuesday, 16 June 2020


A few years ago when I read the "Getting Older" piece below, I thought nothing could be more appropriate for myself because I am 75 years.old in 2016. No matter what your age, please believe the truth in what follows and take heart because you too will be old someday. You will no doubt reflect upon the same things and hopefully come to the same conclusion that no matter what our age or physical appearance, we are OK as we are. I am me and I am okay.The above photos are of myself through the years . . . I am not troubled about my age. Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

ON AGING ~ I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging boobs, but I don't agonize over those things for long. I must say however, I am often shocked by that old person that lives in my mirror, I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love... I will. I will sit on the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten... and I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say "no" and mean it. I can say "yes" and mean it. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer the question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day.

~ Author Unknown ~


Oscar Wilde
Any woman who would tell a man her
true age would tell a man anything.


Jane Austen
I do not want people to be very agreeable
as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.

Coco Chanel
My friends there are no friends.

Monday, 15 June 2020


There are not many of my friends left I am sad about that - however those that are still here with me are wonderful!

Sunday, 14 June 2020


Although I have not worn perfume for many years
I do still remember wearing Rive Gauche
by Ives St.Laurent

Saturday, 13 June 2020


Helen Gurley Brown My success was not based so much on any great intelligence but on great common sense.


These last few years I have taken to loving chocolates.
I don't eat chocolate daily, once a week - love love!

Friday, 12 June 2020


Found from many years ago when my groups wanted info on me.
There's a little Garbo in me I sometimes like to be alone. Sometimes there's a little Madonna but alas...I sing off key. I have an air of Bernhard sophisticated and free. A dash of Bette Midler with lots of irony. There is too the innocence of Doris Day Add to that the passion of Marilyn Monroe. But in the end if I put it all together ...its really all just me!


Its a rainy day, but warm. I love this weather not every day just sometimes.

Tuesday, 9 June 2020

Saturday, 6 June 2020

Friday, 5 June 2020


When I am feeling down, I think of flowers. All kinds of flowers. Today I need flowers!

Monday, 1 June 2020


The sun is shining, my world feels good - what more can I ask for? Its made to enjoy!