If memory serves me well, it was shortly after we moved to Arizona back in the 70’s that we were introduced to what were known as “dream catchers.”
Dream catchers are nothing more than a handwoven willow hoop, on which is woven a net or web. It may also be decorated with sacred items such as certain feathers or beads. Traditionally, dreamcatchers are hung over a cradle or bed as protection.
Like Ojibwe (some Native American and First Nations cultures), the Lakota legends about dreamcatchers begin with a spiritual being associated with spiders. Iktomi, (a spider-trickster spirit, and a culture hero for the Lakota people) created the dreamcatcher to catch good ideas on the web, so they won’t be lost, but let bad ideas filter through the central hole and simply pass by their people unharmed.
Other examples are the “spiderwebs” hung on the hoop of a cradle board. In old times this netting was made of nettle fiber. Two spider webs were usually hung on the hoop, and it was said that they “caught any harm that might be in the air as a spider’s web catches and holds whatever comes in contact with it.”
The reason for this post is not to dispute whether a dream catcher does the job but whether the person over whose head the dream catcher resides believes in it. Over the years, some people have utilized dream catchers solely for those individuals suffering from bad dreams.
Do they work? Some probably say they do while others might say it is a waste of time. Here’s the thing – in my humble opinion, it’s what you believe in. Do I believe in them? Hmmm, how should I answer this question? Let me just say that while I am not from Missouri (known as the ‘show me’ state), I’d have to not only be shown, but somehow be convinced such lore works. As to how such proof would be provided when it comes to dreams, well, I would have to take the person at their word should they say that after hanging a dream catcher above their headboard, their nightmares disappeared. But, in these trying times with what all is happening around the world today – another of my philosophies is just this:
Before I go, you know I cannot end this post without writing something to make everyone laugh, and reminding myself that I am now an octogenarian, let me leave you with but another thought – “Look on the bright side of having shaky hands as we get older – now when we are at the grocery store and pushing the shopping cart – the wheels stop wobbling!”
As we get older, we, at least me, find myself reminiscing about times gone by. Some days we wake up and are raring to go doing whatever it is that – how does that saying go – “float our boat!” Other days, like the one I am experiencing as I write this post are days that well – let’s just say my “get up and go got up and went!” It’s a fact of life! I feel certain that each of us have our own little demons inside that on occasion cause havoc within our daily lifestyle. The secret is to not let those demons get the best of us. Push them aside. Remember the adage regarding the individual attempting to ride a horse for the first time. When falling off the horse and being ready to give up, the eternal optimist of the group would look at the fallen rider and say: “the only way to overcome your fear is to get back on the horse”.
Having said that, today it will be my resolve to post two items. The first came to me due to reminiscing about times gone by. The second – using the comical portion of my brain – is to get you thinking, and hopefully smiling.
Hope you enjoy today’s ramblings.
As I was reminiscing about old times the word “Buddy” popped into my head.
When I think of the word buddy, I think back to my working years. If I remember correctly, I have been what one might call a loner. Never one to make what one might consider close friends – I have made two or three friends over my lifetime that I could in fact put in the category of “Buddy”.
Two such individuals come to mind – one never truly became classified in my eyes as a “buddy” although in his eyes which I only recently learned – we were supposedly good “buddies” during our high school years. We reunited at a high school class reunion several years ago but haven’t talked since so I guess we weren’t as close as thought we were.
Another friend that I would class as a buddy of mine was an individual that became my boss many years ago. We sort of hit it off from the day of my interview for a position in the company he was working. I landed the job, and he became my boss. Over the years, we kept in touch even though he subsequently left the company. He was able to land a much better position and back then, when such offers came up, one grabbed them. However, later in life, the company he was working for wanted to transfer him to another city and he preferred not to move. By this time, still being with the company he had left and my now being in a managerial position, I was able to hire him back with him becoming my subordinate. Seeing that he wasn’t gone that many years, I was also able to see that all his former benefits were reinstated.
To coin a phrase that we hear every now and then, “What goes around – comes around!” The company I was working for experienced quite a few more downsizings over the years and subsequently he was downsized but was able to secure a job with another company. While I missed being cut (downsized) for the next few downsizings eventually my number came up. Looking for a job at age 55 isn’t all that easy but as luck would have it, I too was able to secure another job. Guess where? You guessed it, due to a good word this buddy put in for me, I was able to get an interview with the firm he worked for and got hired. Sad news was that while he was able to continue working for them for several more years, nine months after I got the job, they re-organized and yup, it was me this time that was downsized… again! I could go into what happened next, but hey, that’s fodder for another story.
To me a buddy is one that is there for you no matter what the circumstances. They do not judge or look down on you or try to change you. They give advice and counsel but are still right there by your side should you decide not to take their advice and move forward with your own plans. A buddy is someone you forged a friendship with that lasts a lifetime. You would go to bat for that person at the drop of a hat and he or she would do the same for you should you need them to.
This is what comes to mind when I hear the word buddy. And believe me when I say that being a loner all my life, it sure is a good feeling knowing that at least I had one or two true buddies in my lifetime. Of course, now that I think about it, in addition to those just mentioned, I hadn’t mentioned my best buddy. Now the girl that I married… She is my best buddy!
Okay, let’s move on to something different.
Thought to ponder
A marriage should be a continuous duet, not a duel.
Joke of the day:
Two Drunk guys walk into a bar…you’d think they’d see it coming.
Quote for today
“We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world.”
Interesting math statement
You can remember the value of Pi (3.1415926) by counting each word’s letters in “May I have a large container of coffee?“
You remember when Dick Tracy married Tess Trueheart, and when Li’l Abner married Daisy May.
Let me end this post by saying:
There’s always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don’t hurt…
Not feeling like my regular self now and being mixed-up, what you are about to encounter is going to be off the wall. Hopefully you will enjoy what follows and by the way, I will provide the answers at the end of this post but don’t scroll down and peek.
Trivia: Did you know that it takes a skunk three weeks to crank out one ounce of foul odor.
A. Question: What three animals move their front and hind legs on one side and then their front and hind legs on the other side when they walk?
For us really old timers – well, actually it is for our parents – here is one that will make you put your thinking caps on:
B. Question: When was the younger generation called “Flaming Youth”? And why?
Did you ever think about those people who spend a dollar for a bookmark? “Why pay a dollar for a bookmark? Why not just use the dollar as the bookmark?
C. Question: Which of the following letter designs does not belong with the other six?
Y E N F H A Z
Here is another piece of trivia to ponder: What does the following saying mean? “When My Ship Comes In!”
Well, a daydream almost all of us have had is “when my ship comes in” – such as the day when a large sum of money or a worldly fortune of great proportions is realized. This mythical ship is usually tossed away by the rough storms of reality, yet small wealth may be gained from knowing the phrase’s origin. During the days when Bristol, England, was the busiest and most flourishing seaport in the world, local tradesmen extended credit to sailors’ wives who made their home in Bristol. This credit was extended to the very day when a husband’s ship was scheduled to return to the port of Bristol. Because a ship on which her husband served meant her family’s livelihood, it became practice among sailors’ wives to refer to their men’s ships as “my ship.”
When a sailor’s wife went on a shopping spree, instead of saying “charge it,” as is the modern custom, she said, “I’ll pay when my ship comes in.”
More trivia! Ever been upstaged by someone else or had someone say something similar to what you were going to say but they said it first? I am referring to the statement we have all heard at one time in our life: “Steal My Thunder.” Actually, in many cases, some facts are often stranger than fiction and such is the case here. There is an actual historical record of a case of thundertheft, and as such we benefit from a phrase that means “to fear being deprived of the benefits or our own originality,” usually by a foul usurper. The story goes that around 1700 there lived a famous playwright who also was an ingenious stage-property man. Among his most famous inventions was a machine that produced the sound of thunder offstage. Alas, one of his professional rivals stole his invention. So heartbroken was the playwright over his great loss that for a long time he wept bitterly, crying, “He stole my thunder.”
D. Question: Does anyone remember what the initialsL.S./M.F.T.mean?
Here is yet another quiz question for you:
E. Question: What vegetable do you discard the outside, cook the inside, eat the outside, and chuck the inside?
More trivia: Did you know that there is a separate silk strand for each kernel on an ear of corn.
Answers to the questions mentioned above:
A. A cat, a camel, and a giraffe. Bet you will look closely at these animals the next time you get a chance to see them walk – won’t you?
B. In the late 20’s. The reason given was because they, in the vernacular of the times, considered themselves to be “hot stuff.”
C. How many of you were smart enough to pick out the letter E – why – because the Letter E is made of four straight lines whereas the others are only made of three.
Let’s see, what shall I share with my fellow Word Press bloggers now that I have decided to get back to writing and let the pandemic and other worldly issues stay in the background. Other than keeping with staying safe by practicing social distancing, wearing our mask and only going out in public if it is truly necessary – what else can we do.
Seeing that we have a lot of stuff that should be gone through and gotten rid of, cannot think of a better time to do it. So, purge away we go.
But you didn’t stop by to hear what I am going to do with my days so being from Pennsylvania allow me to share with you questions that many people around the country (outside of Pennsylvania) have asked Pennsylvanians.
What questions am I referring to? Well, the first one that comes to mind is: Just what is Shoofly pie and why such a weird name? Both my wife and I enjoy Shoofly pie and as a matter of fact, one of my sisters worked for a well-known Shoofly bakery in Reading, PA called Wixon’s Bakery. Unfortunately they are no longer in business as they closed a few years ago after being in business 100+ years. The pie is made with molasses and as such attracted flies when it was cooked in outdoor ovens. Another story was that when the bakers of this concoction placed the pies on the windowsills to cool, flies wanted to land on them to get a taste and the bakers would shout: “Shoo flies! You get the picture. In any case, the pies are delicious and if ever in PA, especially in the Berks County area, seek out this tasty dessert. You will wish they made it wherever you live.
And then if you like Diner eating, when travelling through PA, stop by a diner for breakfast. You will see scrapple listed on the menu. Here is my suggestion, order it, eat it and if you like it, let it be. If you don’t like it, you may want to ask what it is made of. Chances are, when told, you will tell yourself, “Now I know why I don’t like it. Scrapple’s ingredients include the organs of pigs, including the heart, head, and liver. Personally, I like it but would I have a steady diet of it – NOPE – once or twice a year while in PA visiting satisfies my taste buds until the following year.
Okay, one more interesting fact about Pennsylvania. Many people over the years (while we were living in PA) used to ask the question – “Don’t you ever just want to leave PA for good?” Let’s see, how shall I answer this question – the misconception is that many Pennsylvanians are just stuck living in PA. Not true. They are not – they live there because they want to live there. Some, like me, leave for a while or for good BUT we always return. No, we don’t go back for good. We go back to visit and to enjoy being back home. I know this is true about some people just wanting to live there and never leave because I am but one of eight children and am the only black sheep, so to speak, of the family. I left PA in 1969 and have now been in FL longer than I ever was a resident of PA. But all my siblings are still in PA and I doubt seriously that any of them will be leaving PA anytime soon.
Hope you enjoyed this little piece of PA history. Something different to rant on about. Now what will I come up with next week.