Tag Archives: parents

Of Anniversaries, Exercising Cats, Hitchcock and Best-Sellers

September 15 was my parents’ 55th wedding anniversary. They married at 18 and have been together ever since. They’ve weathered the good, the bad and the ugly and are still together. I’m quite proud of them for sticking it out. We ate lunch at a burger and ice-cream place kind of like the malt shops of the days when they dated. It was fun and we had a lovely time.

My crazy cat has taken a liking to the stationery bicycle in our house. He’s still causing us to giggle and bringing us great joy. I’m so happy we rescued this little dude although as I think about it, maybe he actually rescued us from a dull, pet-less existence.

Turner Classic Movies has been playing Hitchcock movies this month every Sunday. They’re calling it Sundays with Hitch. I love it. I’ve long been a fan of his films and I absolutely adore that he has a cameo of himself in every film. It’s a fun game to spot him in the crowd or walking down the street. If you ever get a chance to see the play, “The 39 Steps” do it. It’s a comedy and all through it, they make puns and plays on words that are titles to his films. It’s hilarious.

My short story that I talked about last time, Enchanted Edinburgh, has hit #2 on my publisher’s best seller list in one day. Made my day for sure.

Advertisements

Sorry for Being MIA

Have been super stressed since the last time I posted here. My mother had a stroke and my son was here visiting from the UK and my cat is sick (I’m afraid she’s dying) and I’m just feeling a tad like pulling out my hair. I enjoyed what little time I got with my son but it felt rushed and hectic what with all that’s happening with my mom. My dad is taking good care of her but he’s not taking care of himself in the meantime. I’m trying to make sure they eat right (since dad is diabetic and mom usually is the one to make him to do the right thing with his diet). And, Oh yeah, there’s that day job thing, too.

The future daughter in law hurt my feelings a few times while they were here but I’m hoping it’s just because I feel ultra sensitive right now. I’ve prayed since my sons were born that they’d each choose someone I could love (or even like) as a daughter in law. I forgot to reverse that prayer and hope that she would like me. Alas.

Anyway, I seem to be Debbie Downer lately, so just ignore the woman behind the curtain!

Memory Building by Valerie J. Patterson

My earliest memories are of being a toddler.  I was barely four years old when my grandfather—my mom’s dad—passed away.  I can easily remember my mom mourning his loss in her life.  I can recall seeing my grandfather in a casket at the funeral home my mother’s side of the family always used whenever there was a death in the family.  I have several memories of my grandfather himself.  My fondest of which was spending the night at his house and getting up early with Grandma to get Grandpap off to work.  She’d fix his breakfast and then prepare and pack his lunch and then bundle me up and put me in the car to drop him off at work.  Oddly, I can remember his laughter, too.  It’s building memories such as these that shape the person we become as we grow and mature.

My parents were such that they made certain they built memories with their children that would last a lifetime.  Every summer—whether there was money in the budget for it or not—we took a family vacation.  Without fail, the week of my father’s birthday in August, we loaded up the car and we had an excellent adventure.  I’ve been all over the United States and various parts of Canada.  My mother used to ask me all the time if I remembered my very first trip to Washington, DC to which my father would gently remind her, I was still in the womb!  Sorry, but my recollections do not go back quite that far!

The way my parents raised my siblings and me has ingrained a strong sense of memory building.  I had hoped to be the same type of parent to my own children.  Unfortunately, I’ve not been blessed with children…yet.  But I have made certain that my husband, Steve, and I build as many memories as we can together.  Every August—the week of my father’s birthday, which happens to be our anniversary—we load up the car and we have an excellent adventure.

It’s not just memories of family vacations or only happy memories that help to shape the person we become.  It takes memories of every variety and they all mesh together to form the fabric by which we live and deal with other human beings.  I can remember my mom spending every spare moment she had to give to her best friend who was diagnosed with cancer.  This taught me compassion and extraordinary love.  I can remember my father stopping on a highway and giving away our coats to keep a young woman warm who’d been seriously injured in an automobile accident until the paramedics arrived.  I remember there always being room at our table for anyone who stopped by and was hungry.  And I remember my parents taking in a young man who’d been turned out of his own home simply because he’d turned eighteen and his father wanted him to become a man.  These all taught me to be giving, caring, and to reach out to those in need.

I can easily recall how hard my father worked, but always had time for his wife and children at the end of the day.  These memories taught me that family comes first and that at the end of the day, that’s who gives us shelter from the storms of life that we face.  I remember being woken up in the middle of the night to watch raccoons twist off the lids to our peanut butter and jelly jars because they were hungry.  This taught me to be prepared for the unexpected and to see the humor in it.  I remember my mom snapping pictures of everything we did.  I know that my dad never missed a single softball game even though I wasn’t the best player on the field.  And I can still see the pride in his eyes and hear it in his voice when he told his friends I was going away to college.  From these memories I learned to be all that I can be regardless of being the best.  To always strive for my goals and to make my dreams come true.

Just as easily, I can remember my father passing away in November of 2001.  That is a memory that helped shape how I dealt with unspeakable grief.  Not to mention an incredible void in my life where once there was boisterous laughter, huge, warm hugs, and a friend who taught me how to be a good person…the kind of person I could be proud of being.

All the memories I have stored up inside my mind and my heart form a tapestry that—if spread out for all the world to see—would be woven together with tears of heartache, the laughter of tremendous joy, the sweat of hard work, and a thread of love that’s unbreakable even in the darkest, toughest times.

As you conclude reading this post, I hope my recollections have brought forth your own cherished memories…the ones you’ve been building throughout your lifetime that shape the person you are.  Gather them about you like a warm blanket and smile at the secrets they hold for you.

Until next time…stay well and happy, and build some new memories that will be with you always.

~Valerie~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi Everyone!  I’m new to the “Over the Backyard Fence” blog and I’m looking forward to getting to know all who come here to read and share.  I hope you’ve enjoyed my first offering to the blog!  Have a great day and a fantastic weekend!    ~Valerie