MY NEW COMPUTER IS HERE!!!!
I AM ECSTATIC!!!
My new laptop computer is here, just in case you hadn't figured that out. I'll be able to work from my recliner. That means that even on days when I can't get up I'll at least be able to read the blogs I follow even if I'm not thinking well enough to write.
HOORAY!!!
We heard the doorbell ringing
Then Pat went out to see.
He came in from the front porch
With a box, he said for me.
He opened it quite quickly.
He could tell I wanted him to.
There's so much I want to say.
There's so much I want to do.
It means so very much to me
To have this wondrous tool.
However, I have much to learn
It's like being back in school.
If my plans come to fruition
I'll be able to work much more
Sharing with you what's in my heart
Trust me, there's much in store.
Thank you God for answering
My prayer about this matter.
Thank you Pat for helping to
Make your wife even gladder.
My friends you'll never, ever know
How much this means to me.
All I can say to those who care
Is to come and read and see.
God Bless,
Mimmy
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
My Daddy Ralph
This is a picture of me and my Daddy Ralph when I was four years old. The curls are all natural and even though this picture is black and white you can see that some of my physical characteristics came from Mama's side of the family. My hair was jet black and my eyes just as black. Unfortunately, for some reason, my hair lightened and my eyes changed to hazel. The curls have also relaxed. When I was a teen I used to iron them out. Now I wish I had them back.
My Daddy Ralph
Many of my memories
Of the man who wore this name
Were shared with me by others
When ‘round the table we all came.
Daddy Ralph was Mama’s Daddy
He stood tall and was quite lean.
To me he was quite handsome
With hair and eyes of ebony.
When he would come to visit
He would spoil me from the start.
A baby doll as big as me
Was the first gift from his heart.
In fact it was so near my size
That with it he played a trick.
Wrapped up in my baby quilt
Tossed to my Daddy, he turned quite sick.
He didn’t come real often.
When he did the time was grand.
He would take me on a car drive
Or a walk when I’d hold his hand.
My very favorite place to be
When he’d come just us to see
Was sitting up on lofty high
Taking rides upon his knee.
If I was not sitting on his lap
It was sure I’d be quite near.
He never got out of my sight
Unless he left when I couldn’t hear.
Happy were the times we shared
But too soon he was all gone.
I’d just turned eleven
When he suddenly went home.
We didn’t get to say goodbye.
We didn’t know his heart was failing.
Where I picture him today
Is with me behind him trailing.
I love you Daddy Ralph.
September 21, 2009
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
Friday, September 18, 2009
Evening Workers
Evening Workers
Waiting with bated breath,
We stand, barely speaking.
Hoping to see a sight
Eyes wide, not through slits peeking.
They stand so straight and tall,
Hands held as if they’re reaching.
Slept from sunrise ‘til sunset,
Woke when moonbeams came teasing.
Yesterday’s labors faded
Thrown in a heap on the ground.
Those watching and waiting
Make now, not even a sound.
Summer breezes glowing,
Kiss their little hands still closed.
Softly now they open,
Spread fingers as if a rose.
Skin the palest yellow,
A heart that’s holding its seed.
First one works its beauty,
Others then share the lead.
Do I speak of children
Waking from their slumber,
Garden gnomes and fairies
In the yard doing tumbles?
Am I watching young ladies
Donning their hats and gloves?
Can I speak of tall gents
Bringing gifts to their loves?
Now, I really must tell you
I’ve not written of those.
I’m sharing with you folks
The magical night blooming primrose.
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
September 18, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Congratulations Josh & Glenna
Today, our son Josh and his beautiful fiance', Glenna, were married at their home in Ohio. Josh and Glenna presented us with a very handsome grandson, Memphis, in January of this year. I would have given anything I have, except Pat, my grandchildren, my other children, my church family...you get the picture...to have been able to be there.
Isn't he one of the most beautiful babies you have ever seen.
Congratulation, Josh and Glenna, and we wish for you a life full of love, happiness, joy, peace and all of the other wonderful blessings you will be given.
God Bless,
I Love you,
Mom, aka Mimmy
FOR JOSH & GLENNA
(Memphis too)
Marriage joins a man and his bride
Through love and a blessing from God.
Attraction may be the first they felt
But it grows as life’s path they trod.
Resting in all the love they share,
The faith, joy and thankfulness too,
Rounded out in the trials of life,
What they learn as they conquer these blues.
Inside of their hearts the love of God
That keeps them safe and secure,
Along with a love of their families
Who led them to this place in life’s tour.
Growing each day in this security
Leads them to a goal ever blessed.
Every day there’s a home full of love
More splendid than they ever had guessed.
Joyce Smith, September 12, 2009
Love to you both,
Mom & Pat
Aren't they an absolutely gorgeous couple, and...
Isn't he one of the most beautiful babies you have ever seen.
Congratulation, Josh and Glenna, and we wish for you a life full of love, happiness, joy, peace and all of the other wonderful blessings you will be given.
God Bless,
I Love you,
Mom, aka Mimmy
FOR JOSH & GLENNA
(Memphis too)
Marriage joins a man and his bride
Through love and a blessing from God.
Attraction may be the first they felt
But it grows as life’s path they trod.
Resting in all the love they share,
The faith, joy and thankfulness too,
Rounded out in the trials of life,
What they learn as they conquer these blues.
Inside of their hearts the love of God
That keeps them safe and secure,
Along with a love of their families
Who led them to this place in life’s tour.
Growing each day in this security
Leads them to a goal ever blessed.
Every day there’s a home full of love
More splendid than they ever had guessed.
Joyce Smith, September 12, 2009
Love to you both,
Mom & Pat
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
My Friend Ellie
When Pat was fighting cancer, one of the things we had to deal with on a daily basis is that I can't drive. At this time, Pat was also not to drive because he had become so weak from the chemo and radiation. We relied on our church family to help us out. However, it seemed to us that it was always the same few we had to call on. One Sunday morning at worship, a new couple who had not been attending long came up to me and asked if they could help. Well, that was the start of a wonderful friendship that continues to this day, at least with Charlie.
Charlie and Ellie introduced themselves to me, wanting to be of assistance. The next day, Ellie took Pat and me to his radiation appointment. After that trip, they became our regular taxi service. You get to know people real quick when you ride with them in the cab of a pick-up truck and sit with them in a doctor's waiting rooms. Much of the time, Ellie was the driver. When she had other things on her calendar, Charlie picked up the slack. These trips included not only Pat's doctor's offices but the drug store, grocery store, grandkids' schools, grandkids' doctors, grandkid's orthodontist, my doctors, and anywhere else we needed to go.
I'll never forget one trip we made to the grocery store. Charlie drove that day and Hali went with us. We went to one of those "self service" grocery stores where you put in a quarter to get your cart and have to "bag" your own groceries. Hali was packing up the groceries before checkout was completely done and Charlie couldn't get over how well and quickly she got all of our groceries boxed up. He wanted to know if he could hire her to go to the store with him. She said no, but she'd do it for free. She is such a sweetheart as are all of our grandchildren. We do however, have a special place for the three that lived with us for quite a while.
Getting back to Charlie and Ellie, it was not long after Pat won his battle with cancer that we found out Ellie had cancer and that she was not going to win her battle, at least not here on earth. One of the most wonderful things about Ellie was her sense of humor. Their truck was one of those great big trucks that you need a step ladder to get into. My arthritis made it quite difficult for me to climb into the thing. After two or three trips of watching me struggle, Ellie got behind me, put one hand on each "cheek" and gave me a push. It worked so well that the practice was continued, but only when Ellie drove. The first time it was necessary for her to take Pat to the doctor without me, the first thing she said when they got back was that she had not touched Pat's "booty" but had only lifted him by his belt loops. As thin as he was at that time, that would have been all it took.
Much of the time Ellie was in the hospital, she was not allowed visitors outside of family. Because of that, I didn't get to say goodbye to her personally. I had to tell her goodbye in some fashion, so here is my goodbye to Ellie.
God Bless,
Mimmy
Of My Friend Ellie
It shames me that I have to say
That my friend Eleanor,
Was just a face midst those who sat
In the pews when open the doors.
One Sunday she came up to me,
Should have been the other way round.
She said for me to let her know
If I needed help in any sort found.
It seemed that those I chose to call
Had always been the same.
The next time that we had to go
To the doctor I chose her name.
At that time life consisted
Of daily trips for Pat’s radiation,
On the days that Ellie drove
Our hearts were full of elation.
Getting me into the "monster" truck
Was no little undertaking.
Once I had just one foot in
Ellie made sure the rest did make it.
She’d put one hand on each hiney cheek,
Then give me a gentle, firm shove,
I was soon not on the ground
But in our taxi filled with love.
On the days that I was unable
To with Pat make the trip,
She promised me that belt loops
Were as close as she came to hips.
We soon began to sit and chat
About the wonderful West Virginia
Where we both had ties to loved ones
You just can’t forget it once it’s in ya.
They would pick the kids up from their schools
When to the doctor they needed to go,
Would take us to the grocery
When the pantry was getting low.
I could never ever begin to count
All the wonderful times we shared,
When she and Charlie took us
Not from duty, but out of care.
The trips were full of laughter,
Brotherly love and fun.
That truck was never quiet
When in the "cab" we made a run.
When we heard that she was very ill
In the hospital for a stay
She was added to my prayer list
For each and every day.
Soon I heard she’d not recover
My friend would soon be gone,
I thought of all the times she helped
Wondering then if it was at a cost.
We surely were not the only ones
That she and Charlie had aided.
I knew from watching my Mama pass
She’d had pain long before she stated.
She never complained or murmured
At least not that I ever heard,
When she spoke to me of others
It was always with a kind gentle word.
So Ellie my friend, though I’ll miss you,
I would never have you return
To the life of pain and anguish
That was ahead of you here on earth.
I only regret I was not there
At the end of your journey of love,
To give you a great big "bootie push"
To your home with our Father above.
Your heart felt friend,
Joyce
January, 2008
P.S. My blogging friend, Country Mom, received two awards and she is passing them along to all of those who are followers of her blog. Go and check it out. There are a few questions that need to be answered with only one word. Here they are. It's harder than you think it will be. Just answer the questions, link back to her blog, and if you are one of her followers, it is my understanding that she passes along the "Over The Top" and "Blogger Buddy" awards. Thanks Country Mom and hope you are having a super week.
God Bless,
Mimmy
1. Where is your cell phone? Bedroom
2. Your hair? Brown
3. Your mother? Heavenly
4. Your father? Loving
5. Your favorite food? Sherbet
6. Your dream last night? None
7. Your favorite drink? Water
8. Your dream/goal? Heaven
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Poetry
Charlie and Ellie introduced themselves to me, wanting to be of assistance. The next day, Ellie took Pat and me to his radiation appointment. After that trip, they became our regular taxi service. You get to know people real quick when you ride with them in the cab of a pick-up truck and sit with them in a doctor's waiting rooms. Much of the time, Ellie was the driver. When she had other things on her calendar, Charlie picked up the slack. These trips included not only Pat's doctor's offices but the drug store, grocery store, grandkids' schools, grandkids' doctors, grandkid's orthodontist, my doctors, and anywhere else we needed to go.
I'll never forget one trip we made to the grocery store. Charlie drove that day and Hali went with us. We went to one of those "self service" grocery stores where you put in a quarter to get your cart and have to "bag" your own groceries. Hali was packing up the groceries before checkout was completely done and Charlie couldn't get over how well and quickly she got all of our groceries boxed up. He wanted to know if he could hire her to go to the store with him. She said no, but she'd do it for free. She is such a sweetheart as are all of our grandchildren. We do however, have a special place for the three that lived with us for quite a while.
Getting back to Charlie and Ellie, it was not long after Pat won his battle with cancer that we found out Ellie had cancer and that she was not going to win her battle, at least not here on earth. One of the most wonderful things about Ellie was her sense of humor. Their truck was one of those great big trucks that you need a step ladder to get into. My arthritis made it quite difficult for me to climb into the thing. After two or three trips of watching me struggle, Ellie got behind me, put one hand on each "cheek" and gave me a push. It worked so well that the practice was continued, but only when Ellie drove. The first time it was necessary for her to take Pat to the doctor without me, the first thing she said when they got back was that she had not touched Pat's "booty" but had only lifted him by his belt loops. As thin as he was at that time, that would have been all it took.
Much of the time Ellie was in the hospital, she was not allowed visitors outside of family. Because of that, I didn't get to say goodbye to her personally. I had to tell her goodbye in some fashion, so here is my goodbye to Ellie.
God Bless,
Mimmy
Of My Friend Ellie
It shames me that I have to say
That my friend Eleanor,
Was just a face midst those who sat
In the pews when open the doors.
One Sunday she came up to me,
Should have been the other way round.
She said for me to let her know
If I needed help in any sort found.
It seemed that those I chose to call
Had always been the same.
The next time that we had to go
To the doctor I chose her name.
At that time life consisted
Of daily trips for Pat’s radiation,
On the days that Ellie drove
Our hearts were full of elation.
Getting me into the "monster" truck
Was no little undertaking.
Once I had just one foot in
Ellie made sure the rest did make it.
She’d put one hand on each hiney cheek,
Then give me a gentle, firm shove,
I was soon not on the ground
But in our taxi filled with love.
On the days that I was unable
To with Pat make the trip,
She promised me that belt loops
Were as close as she came to hips.
We soon began to sit and chat
About the wonderful West Virginia
Where we both had ties to loved ones
You just can’t forget it once it’s in ya.
They would pick the kids up from their schools
When to the doctor they needed to go,
Would take us to the grocery
When the pantry was getting low.
I could never ever begin to count
All the wonderful times we shared,
When she and Charlie took us
Not from duty, but out of care.
The trips were full of laughter,
Brotherly love and fun.
That truck was never quiet
When in the "cab" we made a run.
When we heard that she was very ill
In the hospital for a stay
She was added to my prayer list
For each and every day.
Soon I heard she’d not recover
My friend would soon be gone,
I thought of all the times she helped
Wondering then if it was at a cost.
We surely were not the only ones
That she and Charlie had aided.
I knew from watching my Mama pass
She’d had pain long before she stated.
She never complained or murmured
At least not that I ever heard,
When she spoke to me of others
It was always with a kind gentle word.
So Ellie my friend, though I’ll miss you,
I would never have you return
To the life of pain and anguish
That was ahead of you here on earth.
I only regret I was not there
At the end of your journey of love,
To give you a great big "bootie push"
To your home with our Father above.
Your heart felt friend,
Joyce
January, 2008
P.S. My blogging friend, Country Mom, received two awards and she is passing them along to all of those who are followers of her blog. Go and check it out. There are a few questions that need to be answered with only one word. Here they are. It's harder than you think it will be. Just answer the questions, link back to her blog, and if you are one of her followers, it is my understanding that she passes along the "Over The Top" and "Blogger Buddy" awards. Thanks Country Mom and hope you are having a super week.
God Bless,
Mimmy
1. Where is your cell phone? Bedroom
2. Your hair? Brown
3. Your mother? Heavenly
4. Your father? Loving
5. Your favorite food? Sherbet
6. Your dream last night? None
7. Your favorite drink? Water
8. Your dream/goal? Heaven
9. What room are you in? Office
10. Your hobby? Poetry
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Communication
Recently, it seems that all I get to post is an apology for not posting. Based on your kind comments, I'm beginning to realize that I don't need to apologize. My kind blogging friends understand. The pain in my back and leg is getting worse and the doc says that there is not much more they can do right now. Maybe we can put a rush on my laptop. Things will be much easier then. Even with my new electric wheelchair it is hard for me to sit with my legs hanging down for even just a little while. This post will be short, and to those of you that usually get comments from me, please rest assured that I'll get back to reading as soon as possible. You are all a great blessing to me.
Prayer is very important to me. It would be super if I could tell you I spend hours in prayer, but many of my prayers are one liners said at the time of need. If I get a call or see something in the church bulletin that requires prayer I address it right them. Otherwise, I'll forget. That sounds terrible, but I'm on a great amount of medication that affects my memory. There are times when I'm trying to pray that I will completely lose my train of thought. The same things happens when I am writing. Often, I'll compose my blog while in my big comfy chair so that it will be written when I come out to "type".
Right now I'm working on a very, very short autobiography. It will consist of either two or three posts. It all depends on how specific I get with details. Hopefully, I'll be able to start sharing it with you in a few days.
Thank you for your kind comments and for caring.
God Bless,
Mimmy
Quiet! Be Still.
I woke up this morning
With the sun shining bright,
No cares in my heart
To share or recite.
To my own special chair
I started to go,
To speak with my Master
Whom I love ever so.
Then the telephone rang
‘Twas a good friend of mine
With a problem that needed
Much more of my time.
On the way back home
The announcers blared,
Of the war and of those
For whom we love and care;
Of robbery & murder.
Of rape and much more
That covered the sun
With gray clouds galore.
In my heart the winds
Were blustering cold,
The storm grew deeper
More scary and bold.
The thought came to me,
"Where is the bright sun
That was there so blazing
As this day had begun?"
At home I did cuddle
In my own special chair
Where I’d started this day
In calm, breezy air.
There I call to my Lord,
He said, "Peace be still",
In the quiet of darkness
My heart softly filled.
With the twinkle of starlight,
The glow of the moon,
The knowledge that only
God has the right tune.
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
September 24, 2007
Prayer is very important to me. It would be super if I could tell you I spend hours in prayer, but many of my prayers are one liners said at the time of need. If I get a call or see something in the church bulletin that requires prayer I address it right them. Otherwise, I'll forget. That sounds terrible, but I'm on a great amount of medication that affects my memory. There are times when I'm trying to pray that I will completely lose my train of thought. The same things happens when I am writing. Often, I'll compose my blog while in my big comfy chair so that it will be written when I come out to "type".
Right now I'm working on a very, very short autobiography. It will consist of either two or three posts. It all depends on how specific I get with details. Hopefully, I'll be able to start sharing it with you in a few days.
Thank you for your kind comments and for caring.
God Bless,
Mimmy
Quiet! Be Still.
I woke up this morning
With the sun shining bright,
No cares in my heart
To share or recite.
To my own special chair
I started to go,
To speak with my Master
Whom I love ever so.
Then the telephone rang
‘Twas a good friend of mine
With a problem that needed
Much more of my time.
On the way back home
The announcers blared,
Of the war and of those
For whom we love and care;
Of robbery & murder.
Of rape and much more
That covered the sun
With gray clouds galore.
In my heart the winds
Were blustering cold,
The storm grew deeper
More scary and bold.
The thought came to me,
"Where is the bright sun
That was there so blazing
As this day had begun?"
At home I did cuddle
In my own special chair
Where I’d started this day
In calm, breezy air.
There I call to my Lord,
He said, "Peace be still",
In the quiet of darkness
My heart softly filled.
With the twinkle of starlight,
The glow of the moon,
The knowledge that only
God has the right tune.
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
September 24, 2007
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Missing You
Hello to all!! It's been a few days since I posted last. I really think it's time for me to share with you why I often miss a few days. Today, I'm not able to read all of your wonderful blogs and all of the wonderful and creative things you share. That hurts me because I know how important it is to a person who spends the time to share a part of themselves to get comments on their work. I'm terribly sorry but right now I'm limited as to what I can do. There is a post rattling around in my head and heart that I plan to share as soon as possible. It will share with you why there are often days I don't get to post.
Right now, I'm going to share with you a poem that I wrote in January 2006. In looking through many poems I have written over the last few years this one struck me as one I wanted to share. Hopefully it too will strike a cord in your heart.
Hoping to "see" you very soon.
God Bless,
Mimmy
CHARACTER
They say that reputation
Is what people think of us;
That character’s what’s really there
Beneath the frills and fuss.
So it makes a lot of sense to me
That if this is the case,
Making them both look the same
I could always wear one face.
Since character’s what’s deep inside,
That’s where I need to start,
Then what folks see from day to day
Comes from within my heart.
I’ll start out with my faith in God
Add virtue to the pot.
Then heap on lots of knowledge,
Give restraint a special spot.
To this I’ll add some patience,
Some godliness for sure,
Top it off with kindness;
I think I’ve found the cure.
I’ll stir it up and work it
Then tie it with a bow,
A bow of love, which is the best
This you must surely know.
When all of these are right in place
My character’s in line,
Something tells me deep in side
My reputation will be fine.
I mustn’t quit at this point
Or I’ll surely pay the cost,
For all of these I’ve added
Can be very simply lost;
If they are not worked on daily
And allowed to do their part
To keep me in my Father’s hand
Making me pure of heart.
Based on II Peter 1: 3-11
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
January 2006
Right now, I'm going to share with you a poem that I wrote in January 2006. In looking through many poems I have written over the last few years this one struck me as one I wanted to share. Hopefully it too will strike a cord in your heart.
Hoping to "see" you very soon.
God Bless,
Mimmy
CHARACTER
They say that reputation
Is what people think of us;
That character’s what’s really there
Beneath the frills and fuss.
So it makes a lot of sense to me
That if this is the case,
Making them both look the same
I could always wear one face.
Since character’s what’s deep inside,
That’s where I need to start,
Then what folks see from day to day
Comes from within my heart.
I’ll start out with my faith in God
Add virtue to the pot.
Then heap on lots of knowledge,
Give restraint a special spot.
To this I’ll add some patience,
Some godliness for sure,
Top it off with kindness;
I think I’ve found the cure.
I’ll stir it up and work it
Then tie it with a bow,
A bow of love, which is the best
This you must surely know.
When all of these are right in place
My character’s in line,
Something tells me deep in side
My reputation will be fine.
I mustn’t quit at this point
Or I’ll surely pay the cost,
For all of these I’ve added
Can be very simply lost;
If they are not worked on daily
And allowed to do their part
To keep me in my Father’s hand
Making me pure of heart.
Based on II Peter 1: 3-11
Mimmy aka Joyce Smith
January 2006
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