Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Sweet Indulgences






Definition of Indulgence


the action or fact of indulging
synonyms:  satisfaction, gratification, fulfillment


a thing that is indulged in; a luxury
synonyms:  extravagances, luxury, treat, nonessential, extra, frill


I have been thinking lately about what gives joy to my life beyond family and friends. There are many things that are big and small indulgences that make life richer and fuller.  Then I think about my mother who would not allow herself anything she would consider selfish. However that was another time and I am a different person.


When my mother was turning fifty, depression set in and would not loosen its grip on her.  She was a woman who balanced a budget that gave her three children braces, piano lessons, and a college education. Yet she put off buying things that she must have desperately wanted. It wasn’t until I was a junior in high school that my parents bought new furniture for our living room and new furniture for their bedroom as well.  


My mother sewed most of her clothes, but I remember once she bought an adorable pink and white striped dress from the Shelby Department Store. They had a fashion show at the store that she took me to and she fell in love with the dress, so she bought it.  She looked beautiful in it.  Yet she felt guilty for having spent the money.


Money was always a primary concern for my mother.  I could tell when my father had a good year in his trucking business because my mother seemed less stressed. However I couldn’t buy anything as a teenager, college student, or young married woman without my mother asking, “How much did that cost?”


When my husband and I came for a visit one weekend after I had been teaching for a year I was wearing a new winter coat.  My mother was in an unhappy place and I remember her saying, “I wish I could buy a new coat.”  


I knew my mother longed for nice things, but could not bring herself to indulge in any more than she thought was necessary.  For her fifty first birthday on February 16, 1970, I gave her a quilted blue bathrobe I had sewed.  On March 6 of that same year she took her own life. I gave the robe away after she died as it made me sad. Would it have made a difference if I had bought her a new coat?


I look back and think about what I could have gotten for her once I started working.  I wish I had thought to pay for her to get her hair done once a week.  She was envious of the women who could do that, but she never would have thought she could afford such a thing.


I look at the definition of indulgence and know that an indulgence is an extravagance; yet it is also something that can give one satisfaction and fulfillment.  So where is the line between those two definitions?  Should one indulge his or herself in order to have fulfillment?  I think the answer lies somewhere in the realm of moderation.


For years I felt guilty and heard my mother’s voice asking, how much did that cost? when I wanted to purchase something just for me. Then one day I set myself free.  I decided that certain things gave me satisfaction and fulfillment and were actually good for my well being.


So what are my indulgences?  I like flowers in the house year round.  In the winter time a vase of colorful blooms on my kitchen table makes me smile.


I love to feel the tension go out of my body with a massage.  So once or twice a year I fight falling asleep while hot stones are laid on my back and my muscles get a once over.


Perusing in an antique or thrift shop gives me a great sense of pleasure. If I see something that is unusual or beautiful or draws me in, I will not hesitate to consider taking it home.


Not every one of my indulgences costs money.  Since I’ve been a kid I have loved to read and write.  In order to do that I have to be alone. Right now my husband thinks I am staying up too late watching the Oscars, but the TV is off and I am writing this.

Another indulgence is going to see how high the waves are on Lake Michigan.  I like to walk the beach after the tourists are gone and collect bits and pieces of nature that have washed up on shore.   If I have a grandchild along, it is even better.


Maybe my mother had some indulgences that I didn’t know about, but I don’t think she acted on many of her desires. I believe everyone must have, as the definition says:  some treat, nonessential, extra, frill or extravagance that is just theirs.  


Maybe it is playing golf, bird watching, going to lunch with a friend, practicing the piano into the night, photographing children on warm summer days, a good cup of coffee, or helping other people.  There is an indulgence out there for everyone, and I believe we live longer if we give into those little whims once in awhile.  


Living an austere life has never been my cup of tea. Ah….tea...a true indulgence of the English.  Sipping tea is a time to slow down -to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life- as Thoreau once said.  I really believe that all my indulgences make me a better me.  I wish my mother could have lived longer so I could have indulged her when she couldn’t do it for herself.  




The waves on Lake Michigan and granddaughter Avery-my beach buddy.


Friday, February 13, 2015

A VALENTINE TRIBUTE

Hack at the top of the Space Needle in Seattle - 2003


Valentine’s Day is a bright spot in the month of February.  This year instead of giving my husband Hack a box of candy I want to write a tribute to the caring man he is.


As I write this, my husband is preparing a birthday dinner for our son who is turning 38 today, February  10.  But his day started early this morning as he set about to run errands and be a chauffeur for the grand kids.  


He first took some knives to a man who has a business by Stony Lake. This man sharpens knives and since many of ours were dull, Hack decided it was time to get them sharpened.  From there he went to Country Dairy to get milk and on to the grocery store he goes to once a week, Cherry Hill in Shelby.


He came home and I helped put the groceries away and then he was out the door again to pick up two grandchildren from school and take them to the orthodontist in Ludington.  From their appointments he took them to Arby’s so they could get some lunch before he dropped them back at school in Hart.


When he got home he started getting the chicken ready that he was roasting for dinner. Yes, Hack does all the cooking at our house. Why? Because he’s a better cook.


Many years ago when I was doing the meal preparations I suggested that he should clean up after as we both had the same jobs, teaching. He agreed that was fair, but he didn’t like cleaning up. Who does? Soon he was doing the cooking and I was doing the clean up.  I figure I got the best end of the deal.


Grandpa Hack is a maker of memories.  When transporting children they ask him to tell stories.  When they are working with him, he gives them history lessons.  But I think what he will be remembered for by his grandchildren are his cookies.  


Since we started doing daycare for the three grandchildren who live down the road, there were always treats after school. The tradition continues today and even though it is a short visit in the afternoon, the three grandkids and their father run into the house to get their milk and cookies. Fresh cookies are made at least once a week so everyone gets at least two cookies a piece.  

A man who cooks and bakes is a treasure.  The tradition has continued with our son who is the chief cook for his family.  The biggest compliment for Grandpa Hack is that his grandchildren like to eat here. They will often pop in and stay for lunch on a weekend.  If they are here for breakfast, the main food is always pancakes made with Grandpa’s special recipe.  Several weeks ago, our youngest grandchild Carter called me and said, “Grandma, I want to come down for pancakes on Saturday and stay with you for awhile.”  


Besides the cooking, Hack has a desire to take care of “his people.” That includes the neighbors where he goes on snowy days to plow out their driveway.  His need to stay busy results in benefits for all whom he cherishes.  


Having had a cold for three weeks has resulted in cups of tea being delivered to my side whether I’m watching TV or reading a book.  Hearty soups are made to help me feel better.  I know how blessed I am to have married a caring man.  So this Valentine’s Day I am giving words to him to show him that as my partner in life, he can not be beat.  We have had many adventures and they fill us with memories to warm us on cold winter nights.  On this Valentine’s Day I know we still have more adventures ahead, but if they should end tomorrow, my heart would be full. 



Tuesday, February 10, 2015

On a winter's day





The Mamas and The Papas recorded California Dreamin' in 1965. The second line of the song followed me outside one winter day when I saw it was a perfect time to take winter photos.


All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray
I’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day
I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day


The afternoon I went for my walk, the sunlight created shadows on the snow. This day was different from so many gray winter days in Michigan. All of the first verse of California Dreamin’ could fit into my life, but not this day.


I breathed in the cold air and looked for shots that would show both sunlight and shadow.  I called for the family dog and she came whooshing up by my side.  Her fur is heavy now and she has the look of a small red husky.  


The snow was clinging to trees and objects and it was a poetry writing day, but I just wanted to take pictures.  My favorite place on a winter day is our pond.  The darkness of the water contrasts with the snow and the sunlight gives reflections of trees and the old barn.  


I looked for neat things to photograph and the old wagon wheel on the lane to the barn was just peeking above the snow.  A barn gray birdhouse that has been hanging from a pine tree for years had a snow cap on its roof. The shed near the pond which holds spare wood for our wood burner showed me a pattern in the way it was stacked.  


The dog snuffed around in the snow, ran the trails and then got tired and went home.  I continued my walk around the pond and for this one day was happy not to be California Dreamin’.  The cold was invigorating and it was the short month of February. I knew the gray would return, but I also knew it was one day closer to spring.  I’m now dreamin’ of Michigan wildflowers and daffodils.  
A cross country ski trail leading to the pond.


The pond in all its winter glory.

Blue sky and sunshine "on such a winter's day."
Old wagon wheel peeking through the snow.
Penny, the grandchildren's dog, enjoying the snowy walk.
A birdhouse with a snow capped roof.
The extra wood that keeps us warm.
A snowy view of the oldest building on the property, the  barn.


A sign to Anna and Otto's last resting place.  Their ashes are buried on the farm.


This little artistic house was once a pump house, but other than looking quaint, it serves no useful purpose now. 
 We just like it and will never tear it down.  


On the walk back home I took this rather plain photo of the sunlight and shadow in the woods.  


To listen to California Dreamin' recorded by The Mamas and The Papas go to:  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kcmwXUdDCE