My Favorite Poem

I've spent four days looking for my book I have poems written in...then this morning something told me where to look...I wanted to share my favorite poem with you...

A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
and the white rose breaths of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
and the withe rose is a dove.

But I send to you a cream-white rosebud,
with a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
has a kiss of desire on the lips.
-John Boyl O'Reiley(1844-1890)

Handbags in History

A woman’s purse is an intricate part of her life Anything and everything might be found within it.The history of the handbags we carry today dates back long ago. It may surprise you that women did not even carry the first handbags .

In Greek and Roman Civilizations men carried a small pouch to hold coins. In the middle ages, during the Crusades, men carried bags hung on girdles around their waists, filled with alms for the poor. At this point in time, women wore chatelaines, hook like clasps ant their waists attached with necessities such as scissors or keys.

The development of the pocket came in the Sixteenth Century. They were much different than the pockets of today. These early pockets were tied around the waist with long ribbon sashes. They were worn under clothing and accessed via slashes. It was not until later that pockets were sewn onto clothing.

Current fashions in the Eighteenth Century necessitated a new direction; reticules. Often made of luxurious fabrics such as velvet or silk, and embellished with ribbons and tassels, these bags draped daintily at the wrists of the ladies who carried them.

The Industrial Revolution changed everything. With the onset of women’s rights, work and travel (trains, autos and airplanes) needs were rapidly changing. The precursor of our current handbags have their roots in the railroads. Luggage makers made leather bags with handles, similar to luggage, but designs to be hand carried. Fashion trends, necessity and our desires continue to dictate the handbags we carry today and into the future.

What is Precious to Us

I know I haven't written much lately. We had a death in the family recently. My children's grandmother died. She was very sick and it was expected, but always hard to deal with. Last weekend we gathered the family together...we released balloons with a "wish" written on them. The children were thrilled that grandma was going to catch their balloons in heaven. My ten year old daughter, Phoebe, wrote; I wish grandma visits me in my dreams forever. It was so sweet, it brought tears to my eyes.

Our children are so precious. They bring joy to my life everyday. Albert is my little clown. He always make us smile. "I'm winking at you"

AJ is the middle child, more sensitive and serious that his brother and sister. He's always been a little gentleman.

World of Change

This is a poem I wrote in High School
for my best friend:
There was something in this card,
that made me stop and think.
It says:
Our worlds will change everyday!
So many time I thought I knew where my
life was going, but I didn't. I thought I knew
what I wanted,but I didn't.
Everything I ever hoped for, never was.
Through all my life I've had you to turn to.
I'm sure our lives will change
and new things will come our way,
But one thing I know will never change-
US
Those were my words to her, so long ago.
They were so true. We grew up. We learned
of life and of love. Whatever life gave
to us, we had each other to share it with.
It seems as thought whatever I might do,
memories of her, my best friend, flood my mind.
I think of her often in the night.
I remember the games we use to play;
the nights we laughed till dawn;
and the days we spent along the beach.
There are just too many to name.
These are only memories.
Her grinning face I will never see,
at least that is till I, like her, die.