I’m Just Me….

I’m not perfect.  I’m me.

I’ve made bad decisions and wrong choices, but I’m me.

I’ve said the wrong things,  I’ve said the right things, because I’m me.

I don’t like everything I’ve done, but I did it because I’m me.

I’ve love the wrong people and trusted the wrong people, and I’m still me.

If I had a chance to start again, I wouldn’t change a thing.  Why?   Because I’m me!

There are a lot of good things about me,

You just need to look past the imperfections to see what’s right.

If you can’t do that, then it’s your loss. I’m the best I can be.  I am me!

Glass Bug

Glass Bug

~Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

~Beautiful Photos courtesy of Tracie Louise Photography.  Thank you Tracie

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Memorial Rose

With Memorial Day coming upon us, there are many we can thank and remember.  I would like to thank all of our Men and Women Soldiers stationed all over this world, that give of their lives.  Protecting and serving,  helping to keep the world a better and safer place.  They don’t know me by name, but they are willing to give it all so that I can have peace and freedom.  So Thank You for Serving!!

Grandpa Harry’s Rose

This time of year also takes me to back to years gone by.  A time to look back  and reflect about the loved ones that are not with us any longer and the legacy that they have left.  Some things may seem small, like remembering the Grandma that always made the Cookie care package at Christmas.  The other Grandmother that made the BEST Apple Pie and Potato Salad in the world.  My Grandpa Harry, or Pop as I would call him, sitting in the morning on his knee, as he sat on the old blue kitchen stool.  He would be drinking his morning coffee, before heading out to milk the cows.

My Dad drove a log truck for many, many years.  I remember riding along with him early in the mornings, watching the sun come up over the dash-board, as we bumped along the logging roads.  The smell of the fresh-cut timber,  awwww….. as good as the smell of fresh mowed grass.  Every time I smell the sap running in the warm Fir Trees, it brings back those fond memories of  those wonderful days.

Growing up on the Oregon Coast, getting up early in the morning, heading to the beach to dig for Razor Clams.  At that age, I didn’t do much digging, but I had the fun of running around on the beach, collecting whole sand dollars, drift wood and always on the lookout for the elusive Japanese Glass Float.  To this day sitting and walking on the beach, brings a calm.  It brings clarity and rejuvenate my soul.

Pop’s Rose Legacy

So many wonderful memories of the years gone by.  I am very fortunate to have one living memory still with me to this day.  It is what I call Grandpa Harry’s Rose.  It is a Rose bush moved from their farm in Knappa, Oregon to their house in Portland.  My mom had it after my grandfather passed away and now it lives at my house.  I don’t know what her official name is, but oh what a beautiful site she is.  Grandpa always said there was nothing more beautiful and perfect than the rose.  Well she is blooming again…. Oh what a beauty.  Grandpa Harry’s Memorial Rose is a legacy that I will continue to nourish,  until it’s time to pass it on to the next generation.

~Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled.

Header picture by Tracie Louise Photography.  Thank you for your beautiful work.

Bad Moon Rising

Excerpt from Bad Moon Rising

by: John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see the bad moon arisin’
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today

Don’t go around tonight
Well, it’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise


Wow does that ever date me….. Got to love the Music from the 70’s.  When I saw this picture that my friend Tracie Louise Photography took, a couple of weeks ago, it reminded me of this song.  Don’t get me wrong the photo is amazing.

Sometimes we can surely feel this way.  That life is like a Bad Moon Rising, that there is trouble on the way.  No matter what we do something is going to go wrong.  Things just aren’t going to work out for us.  We ask God why?  Why do these things always happen to me?  Can’t I ever get a break in this life and things finally go right?

Recently such as life is….. We have been graced by one of those wonderful occasions, someone stole my son’s car.  Like wow, great…. now what are we going to do?  He is off at school working so hard to finish up his degree in Civil Engineering,  far from home and now not able to come home if he could.  Again, I worried and worried as a mom does, wondering what and how we where going to get him through this.

I know that this wasn’t the work of God, he doesn’t do things like this.  But he does give us free will and those bums that took his vehicle used their free will wrongly.  Then it came to me, Opportunity.  We can use this bad as an opportunity to have something good come out of it.  Like when life gives you Lemons, make Lemon Aid.  It may not have been God’s doing for this to happen, but he is now creating an opportunity for us to have something better.

Oh how wonderful life is.  Yes there maybe some bumps in my Road Less Traveled, but we can turn this around and make sure they don’t turn in to pot holes.  Not sure the road will get paved on this one, but it will be a smooth ride in the end.  So next time you see that Bad Moon Rising, coming up around the Bend, tell it to just keep moving along….. I am drinking my Lemon Aid.

Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled.

Thank you Tracie Louise Photography of Kingaroy, Queensland, Australia for the wonderful pictorial inspiration.

 

Saturation

My friend recently posted a picture on her blog at Tracie Louise Photography and the comments where referring on how she had turned up the saturation or something with her camera settings.  I guess it has something to do with the light….. I am clueless

There is a saturation that I am familiar with here in Oregon…   that is how much rain soaked into the ground.

I Love the Rain!  The rain is like the life of the earth. It gives strength, it cleanses and refreshes, It gives life to our souls.

What we need to remember is ….

Don’t wait for the Storm to pass, Learn to Dance in The Rain!

The Painted Lady Butterfly

~Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

Photography provided by Tracie Louise Photography,  Thank you Tracie your work is amazing to me.

The Relic

When I first hear the word “Relic” I think of something very old.  Someone or something that maybe an antique or part of history, from  a very long time ago.  Funny thing is lately I have been referred to as someone’s Grandma.  Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being called a Grandma,  I am a Gramma of a wonderful little baby boy.  Also, I would be very proud as this person’s relative.  She is a wonderfully, talented young woman and I am very proud she is my BFF’s daughter.  Maybe it’s the gray hair.. maybe I am starting to look old… maybe I am a Relic.

I might have a history, in fact I know I do, but I surly wouldn’t say that I am famous or a part of history.  Now some of my ancestors are a part of history, does that mean they are Relics.

What is a Relic? This is what the dictionary gives as a definition:

  1. Something that has survived the passage of time, especially an object or custom whose original culture has disappeared
  2. An object of religious veneration, especially a piece of the body or a personal item of a saint.
Hmmmm.. well I am a survivor, not sure if I am in the “survived the passage of time”…. well on second thought maybe…. I did grow up in the 70’s and was sort of Oregon Hippie.  I definitely am not a Saint and the good Lord can attest to that.  So I guess I am just looking old, or older, but I usually don’t feel old or a relic.  I still love a great Rock Concert, have my hearing and my own teeth.  I think it must be a state of mind, but I don’t think I am there yet.
There are lots of not so famous relics, like SS Dicky, that Tracie Louse Photography photographed on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland, Australia.

SS Dicky

It  has withstood the passage of time, laying there with an untold history in her bones.  Not only when it was functioning ship, but the stories it could tell of the visitors that have come and gone over the decades to take photos.  The stories of the storms and weather that surround it’s life on the beach.  Oh if the walls could talk.

Steamer SS Dicky was shipwrecked on a Caloundra beach which and named after her. The ship sailed from Rockhampton and as it arrived to clear Caloundra Head it met lashing rain and cyclonic winds that sent the ship on her beam ends. Captain James Beattie was forced to beach the ship to avoid hitting the rocks off Moffat Beach. On 4th February 1893 at 10.35 am the ship grounded stern first on the beach. The Marine Board of Queensland tribunal concluding the Captain showed lack of judgement in not successfully weathering Caloundra Head, for which his licence was suspended for three months.
Growing up on the Oregon Coast, we came to know the Peter Iredale.  It has weathered such storms.  As a kid we be up at the crack of dawn digging for Razor clams around the hull and a favorite destination for the local kids heading to the beach for a bonfire.  The wreck of the Peter Iredale is shown in this photograph, taken by Portland photographer Leo Simon on November 13, 1906, nineteen days after the ship ran aground near Ft. Stevens.
The Peter Iredale was a four-masted steel bark built in Maryport, England, in 1890 and owned by British shipping firm Iredale & Porter. On September 26, 1906, the Iredale left Salina Cruz, Mexico, bound for Portland, where it was to pick up a cargo of wheat for the United Kingdom.

Peter Iredale Circa 2005

Despite encountering heavy fog, they managed to safely reach the mouth of the Columbia River early in the morning of October 25.


Some have aged gracefully, The patina a glow with the age.  Oh the stories they could tell us.  Of their voyages around the world and those adventures of visitors while at their rest.  I do hope that when I am 100+ years old I can say,  that this Relic is still standing proud, watching over all that come and go.

Peter Iredale - Present Day

~Oregon Smiles… with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled.

         SS Dicky photo’s provided by Tracie Louise Photography

Nature…So Many Meanings

Thank you Jake for our Sunday Post Word/Topic.  NATURE …. it can take on so many things.

Mother Nature and her weather that can come and go, from one extreme to another.  The Nature Of Things,  just the way they are.  Wildlife in Nature and the Flowers, Trees, Herbs and even Weeds in Nature.

Last year at this time, I was fortunate, and was able to make a second trip to Hawaii.  This time we went to the Big Island.  Wow so much diversity in Nature there.  We experienced the Rain Forest, the Desert climate, Volcano’s and the Sea.  Where wildlife and foliage is so stunning and vibrant, while the fruits and vegetables are remarkable.

Here are a few pictures that I took during my trip, to a tropical paradise that touches all of our Nature senses.

Honu, Punaluu Black Sand Beach Big Island, Hawaii

Lava Arch, Volcano's National Park, Big Island, Hawaii

~Oregon Smiles … with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

Photography provided by Tracie Louise Photography

COURAGE ~ LIFE’S A DANCE

COURAGE ~ LIFE’S A DANCE …. That is how I started my Frantastic Friday.  Actually I think that is a positive way to start everyday.  Things aren’t always perfect out there in that great big world we call life.  One thing I always told my sons,  it is ok to make a mistake.  That it means that you are at least trying to do something.  We can choose to have courage to get back up on that horse and try it again,  with the knowledge of what went wrong the first time around. Or we can just sit there on the sofa doing nothing.

“The greatest mistake you can make in life

is to be continually fearing you will make one”

Elbert Hubbard

By having the fear, not thinking that you can do something and not have the courage to move forward, will keep you bound to that fear, that you can not succeed. Being an active person in what ever it is you are trying to accomplish, is better than holding back and doing nothing.  It is what we do with that mistake that makes the big difference in our life.

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable,

but more useful than a life spent doing nothing”

George Bernard Shaw

When you make a mistake, don’t sit and look back at it for very long.  Take the reason into your mind and then look forward.  Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed.  The future is yet in your power.  Just like Dorothy and her friends found out when they found the Wizard of Oz…. they had the power within them all the time.

~Oregon Smiles … with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

Photography provided by: Tracie Louise Photography

Monday Madness

Today was one of those Monday Madness day’s, but I am looking at the bright side of life and my good thing for today was learning how to put a watermark logo on my pictures with my new Photoshop Elements 9 program.  It’s nothing fancy but hey,  Yippee Doodles, you can teach the old Gal a New Trick !  I am still a little slow at it, but it is working  🙂  Oh and yes, to top it off,  The sun came out here in the valley today.

Kailua-Kona, Hawaii
The Big Island

Well maybe I should clarify that…. here in the Vortex. It seems that the weather happens all around me at times.  Snow here, snow there, rain here, rain there…. but today was a Sunny Day!  For that I am very thankful.  With a few more days like this maybe we can actually feel like it is Spring and maybe dry out enough that I can mow the grass.  Yikes!!  Last week we had 8 inches of snow show up on the first day of Spring.  Trees down and some people are still without power.

I am totally ready for Spring and Summer.  In fact,  I think that I am in need of a little Island Time. Shorts, Flip Flops and one of those really good Mai Tai Umbrella Drinks.  Oh ya, that’s what I am talking about.

But it looks like I will be just looking at my pictures and remembering all of those wonderful days, from my recliner.  It’s just not in the cards this year for a trip.  Oh well such is life.  I am just glad that I still have my memory, my recliner and my dog, so there are lots of things to be thankful for.

As a native Oregonian, getting away from the gloomy winter weather is such a treat. A nice climate change is always a good thing and the rain is much warmer.   Going to a nice tropical destination is always such a relaxing get away.  The laid back island life…  Oh yes,  I could really get into the island life style.  Definitely Hakuna matata!

Yep, The Farmers Market will be up and running soon  in Hilo on Wednesday’s.  Local people bringing their wares to market, like they have for generations.  What really amazed me was the size of the fruit and vegetables.   What they can grow in the tropics is amazing.  Fresh Roasted Kona Coffee, Mango’s, Pineapple and Avocado’s the size of a grapefruit.  The sweet smells of the fresh fruit and when I say fresh, I mean fresh.  None of  dull stuff that you find on the mainland.  Scents of the Island flowers permeate the air.  Sipping on the water of a Fresh cut Coconut, while you stole along, enjoying the day.

Just so Amazing…. Nothing that this Oregon girl had ever experienced.

The Island Life…. A world of its own.

~ Oregon Smiles … with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

You Can’t See The Forest, For All The Trees

“You can’t see the forest,  for all the trees”….  What does that mean?  You hear it from people all the time, are they confused.  Don’t trees make up the forest?  I think that it is because you get so busy focusing on one tree, you can’t see the forest.  You are looking at only one thing and not seeing the big picture.  This is what I have found true with my Genealogy Research.  You focus on one tree and you can’t see the forest and oh what a forest it is.

I have done Genealogy research off and on since the early 1980’s.  Time and life have come and gone, but I still hope of leaving something to my children and grandchildren.   Early on my plan was to find history for my grandfather, who didn’t know very much on his mother that had been in an orphanage and then adopted by a family as a child.  Back then it was the Life that got in the way and my books got put away and things where in limbo once more.

Time has come and gone.  In away time has been good to me as far as research goes….  they created new online research programs and archives, sure beats sitting for hours looking at micro-fish.  Does anyone even remember what that is?  I would have to go to my local LDS or State genealogical chapter office and sit for hours, looking and looking.  Ordering stuff from Salt Lake City, or different county and state records departments.  The records were stuck in basements or in file cabinets that no one ever looked in.  You would send off a letter, via snail mail and hope that someone would actually even answer your request, let alone go and look for the information.  Wow… time has been good to us researchers that way.

Today we can go online and type in a family name and up pops a mirage of information.  Oh how overwhelming the amount of information that is right there at your fingertips.  Also as time has come and gone, more and more records are released.  Right now we are counting down  for 1940 information.  I am not sure why they wait so long, something to do with privacy.  You can even get a job with LDS entering data.  There is such a huge amount of information out there that they are trying to get cataloged, entered and books and documents scanned, it is rather mind-boggling.

Thank you to sites http://www.ancestry.com it has become a fun history lesson as well.  I can read and read for hours.  Time goes by so quickly.  I was very fortunate that I had conversations with family members years ago before some of the history was lost.  Now it makes it easier to have a place to start.  I get lost….. One day my BFF asked me what I was up to?  I told her that I had spent the day in Kansas.  Then it was Ohio and Wyoming.

I have also been very lucky that there have been some publications on some of my family, as they were very instrumental in forming area’s like New York City.  They where Dutch and came to in the early 1600’s to what they called , New Amsterdam.  That became Flatlands, Brooklyn New York.  My ancestors home The Wyckoff House is now a national landmark there.  It is the oldest wood frame structure in the America.  My Great Grandmother lived in Kansas as a girl.  She went to school in the first Sod School house there.  My husbands grandmother lived in a sheep-herders wagon, out on the plains of Wyoming.  Her mother had died in the flu epidemic of 1918, leaving 3 small girls.  They had to travel with their father, where he followed the herds of cattle and sheep.

So many trees!  Trees, trees everywhere and the different roads that our families took to get where we are today.  The history of this country and places around the world.  Looking at just one tree at a time, we don’t see the forest.

~Oregon Smiles … with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

Photography courtesy of  Tracie Louise Photography, Queensland, Australia