Monday, October 28, 2013

The Book of Me Written By You ~ Prompt 8 ~ Time Capsule

 Prompt #8 is Time Capsule

1. You can choose who to create the time capsule for as that will influence what you put (or would put into your time capsule)
2. The creation of a time capsule
a. you can do this in the literal sense or
b. you can simply write what you would place into your time capsule and why. It is much more fun to create though!

* You may choose to create a time capsule for your children, or a niece/nephew, for grandchildren – A physical item that you will give to a named person.
*Why have you chosen that person and when do you intend for them to have it?
*You may choose to create a time capsule of your home and leave it for someone in the future to find.
*You may want to create a time capsule relating to an actual event or anniversary
*If you create a physical time capsule, what did you choose to use as your capsule and why?


This prompt had me thinking. Somedays I would think about it and other days I had a mental block and didn't want to think about it at all. It has taken me awhile to figure out what I wanted to do.

I thought about using a container such as this ~ 

or this...

I made these for Christmas gifts last year. The idea behind it was to write something for each day of the next year, fold it and put it in the jar. A year later, open it up and read all the notes. These were made with Mason jars and my final thought was not to use them because they are made of glass. Who knows what would happen to them years from now, maybe they would break.

My next and final thought was to use an archival box, which I already have. I will need to do two of these, as I will make one for each of my two grandchildren.

I will put whatever I feel is appropriate in each box for each child. For instance, we all went to the pumpkin patch recently and I took a photo of a sign which said, "Pumpkins $7.00." I thought that was a lot of money for a pumpkin, but then I thought, what about when my grandchildren grow up and need to buy a pumpkin for their children? I am sure they will be much more than $7.00. They will each get a copy of that photo.

I have also kept a running log of things my granddaughter says, out of the blue. She is quite animated at times and comes up with the funniest things. I planned to make a book of her "sayings." I think I will put that book in the box for her.

My grandson on the other hand is very quiet. I may choose to do a book of him with the awards he has won through school and sporting events.

I want to do a special picture of their hands or feet at the age they are right now. I may use finger paint, pictures or another means of capturing a part of the them that will grow and change as they get older.

I plan to write them each a letter letting them know how special they are to me. I want them to know I really love them. 

I may add a few single photos and special gifts. Every year at Christmas time the kids and I decorate a miniature Christmas tree for "their" room at our house. This year I plan to take a few of those miniature ornaments and wrap them up to add to their Time Capsules.

I will take the next full year to fill these boxes. The boxes will be labeled who they are for and sealed by the end of 2014. 

These time capsules are for my grandchildren to open after I am gone. I haven't decided exactly when they should open them. The first year anniversary of my passing? Maybe a week or month after I am gone? Maybe, when they reach a certain age? I want them to be old enough to be responsible so they will save their boxes and take care of the items in them...I don't want them moving all around and loosing the boxes. Well, at least I have given myself a year to think about this.

What do you think? When do you think they should  open them? I would love to hear your thoughts on this!

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Sunday, October 27, 2013

"My” Great Swedish Adventure~Resan~Flying?~Post 12

 Links to prior posts in this series:
"Förbereda"~ Preparing
"Resan" ~ The Trip


(continued from post 11)

... I felt for the gals at the airline counter, this wasn’t their fault (flight being delayed), but they got the brunt of the back-lash. We were all told we would each get a $10 voucher to use at the airport for the delay. Ten dollars didn’t help…what could we buy at the airport for that, a cup of coffee?  Most people didn't care about the voucher they would rather rather see a plane. One person from each group flying had the "privilege" of standing in a REALLY SLOW line to get vouchers for each person in their group. We all took what we could get. Hubby stood in the line and came back with the vouchers. He informed me the attendants said to file complaints with the company when we get back from our trip. 

We tried to find out what the odds were of a plane coming that evening. We had been sitting in the airport for eight hours by now and all I could think of was the nine to ten hour sitting time we still had on the flight. Add another hour of drive time to get to the hotel. This was an awful lot of sitting. People like my husband do not sit still well. I don't usually have a problem but even I was ready to find the airport yoga studio!

Now the desk attendants were about as antsy as we were. They felt bad for us and you could tell they really didn’t know what to say except “as they learned anything new, they would let us know.”

It was 6:30pm. We finally see a plane pull up to the terminal, could it be for us? The attendant got on the microphone and announced the plane was indeed for us! It needed to get gas and we would be loading by 7:00pm. You could feel, hear and see the excitement in the room. Sure enough, we boarded at 7:00pm.

It took awhile to board and get settled, it was a big plane, a 747. People didn’t seem to be in a hurry getting to their seat, and all I wanted to do was take off. I wanted to know the plane was flying and I was going somewhere. Finally, everyone is seated and buckled in. Time to take off. 

But, wait! There is an announcement on the loud speaker…"Everyone return to your ticketed seat. Please, everyone return to your ticketed seat. We have an extra person on board and we need to go around and do another count.” You’ve GOT to be kidding me, right? I quickly talked to a steward and he said with a half-cocked smile, “ yes, there was an extra person on the plane.”

Finally, it was straightened out. There was not an extra person on the plane, we were set for take off. My husband proceeded to fall asleep almost immediately. I, on the other hand can’t sleep on a plane, so out came the crocheting. While waiting in the terminal I started crocheting a scarf. By then end of the flight I succeeded in completely the scarf.

We were given a meal, snacks and drinks during the flight. I was happy we were going “somewhere.” I was relaxed but kept busy, I was on my trip of a lifetime! It was about 4:00pm London time when we arrived at the airport. 

We got off the plane and looked at everyone who was waiting at the gate holding a card with a name on it, hoping to see our name somewhere, but we didn’t. A bus was suppose to pick us up at Heathrow airport at 7:00am Saturday morning. It was now 4:00pm Saturday afternoon, why would anyone be there for us?

Hubby and I decided we didn’t need to bring our phones so we had to hunt someone down who could help us find out where and how to call the agency that was suppose to pick us up. A very nice gal offered my hubby the use of her phone. A couple of phone calls later we found out the company actually had a business area right on site at the terminal. They knew our plane was delayed.  Their bus was there and ready to take us to our hotels. We boarded the bus and off we went.

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Thursday, October 24, 2013

"My” Great Swedish Adventure~Resan~Leaving~Post 11

 Links to prior posts in this series:

"Förbereda"~ Preparing
"Resan" ~ The Trip


It was morning, August 16th, 2013.

I reflected on the packing I had done. I was trying to travel lightly and knew my luggage was heavier than I would have liked. Last minute I decided to throw my laptop in the suitcase, but that wasn’t the plan. I didn’t pack a coat, was that a mistake? Maybe I needed warmer clothes…no, it was time to quit thinking about what I may be missing. It was time to throw my last minute toiletries into a suitcase.

I went about checking the house to make sure things were at least ok for my daughter’s mother-in-law who would be at the house later today. Again, I told myself, there wasn’t anything more I could do for her at this point. I was out of time.

The next thing I knew, my husband and friend came in the house letting me know it was time to go to the airport. I was in the yard cleaning last minute “dog surprises” and told them I would be there soon. By the time I was ready, they were outside waiting for me.  I finished last minute things took a deep breath and looked around the house. Well, this is it, my dream vacation! We will be gone almost a month, we have never been gone that long before. I gave the dog an extra hug and hoped at his 13+ years he would be ok until we returned. Well... this is it!

The drive to San Francisco Airport flew by…no pun intended! Our friend seemed to drive slow but we were at the airport in less time than normal, how could that be? Quickly, we unloaded our luggage, said our good byes to our friend and thanked him for taking us to the airport.

 I remembered this time to pack all of my liquids in the suitcase and not my carry on, so going through security was a breeze. Check in for my luggage was a bit scary however. I was so sure my large suitcase was over the weight limit. It was put on the scale and weighed in at...forty nine and a half pounds! Whew, I made the weight limit by a half a pound.

We found our terminal with two and a half hours to spare. It was 10:30am and our flight was to leave at 1:00pm. Our destination was Heathrow Airport, London. I settled in a chair and played Suduko on my phone. Eventually, I started talking with the gal sitting next to me. She said their plane was delayed by two hours. No wonder the terminal was so crowded I thought. Their plane finally was ready and the terminal cleared out considerably. I continued my Suduko game, waiting for our flight.

Twelve thirty rolled around and not a plane in the run way. By 12:45pm it was announced there was a delay with our plane. I was sure it would be a two-hour delay because that was how long the gal next to me said their plane was delayed. Two o’clock came around, then 2:30…by 3 o’clock, it was announced we still didn’t have a plane. We were told our plane had something wrong with it and it was being worked on. As soon as they hear anything new they would let us know.

We had been sitting there for four and a half hours already. Hubby and I took turns going for a walk around the terminal, but never to far away. Four o’clock came and it was announced they hadn’t heard anything new. Then, at 5 o’clock they said the same thing. Finally, we decided to go for a longer walk and took our luggage with us. We did some shopping, which helped pass some time.

By six o’clock we were back at the terminal and people were really getting antsy. Hubby went to talk to the gals at the desk. He told them that we could have gone home and come back again we had been there so long. 

Are we going to get a plane or not? 

What was the plan? 

Would we need to book a room for the night?

To be continued in next post....

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Wordless Wednesday ~ Lundberg Photo From Sollefteå, Sweden

Scanned from Lundberg family album.

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Monday, October 21, 2013

The Book of Me Written by You ~ Prompt 7 ~ Grandparents ~ Dad's Parents

The prompt for week 7 is Grandparents

What were their names?
Where were they from? 
Were they related? – Cousins perhaps
Where were they born, another Country or state/area?
Photos ?
What did they do? 
Did you know them? 
What was your relationship with them?
If you didn't know them have you researched about them?


My third post for this prompt entails dad’s parents. His parents were James Fleming and Lois McGuire. They were both born in Oklahoma but were not related.

I have several photos of each of my grandparents.

Grandma and grandpa, many years after they divorced.

I am sure grandma worked many jobs that I am unaware of at this point but I know she drove a school bus in Arizona. That was her final job before she retired. She moved to Arizona sometime after her and grandpa divorced. She lived with her mother and took care of her until she passed away.

I have a photo of her in a bar she owned while living in California. The photo also has her parents and my dad in it. If I didn’t have a copy of that photo, I may not know today that she ever owned a bar.

Grandma and I were pen pals when I lived at home. I wrote to her until my daughter was born, but after that letters were more scarce.

Dad flew us, literally, to Arizona once to see her and great grandma. I was pregnant at the time and remember how hot it was in Needles, California when we stopped for fuel. I thought I was going to be sick from the heat and being pregnant, it wasn't a good combination. I never wanted to go to Needles again. (I did end up there once more though.)

My youngest sister and I flew to see our grandma's once also. I actually won the trip, but have no recollection how I won it. I think it was from a company I was involved with, one of those pyramid things. We had a rented car and a lovely hotel to relax and tan at for a few days and then we were off to visit them.

The picture above is a scanned copy of a photo of grandma when she was 32 years old.

Mostly, grandma and great grandma came to California for visits. One Christmas my ex-husband and myself surprised my dad and flew grandma to California for the holiday. I will never forget the looks on my parents faces when she came into their house with us. Priceless!

The looks of surprise!

Seems to me grandpa was retired for as long as I can remember, even though I know that was not the case. He belonged to the boiler maker's union, the carpenter's union and the ship fitter's union. He could do a little bit of everything. He loved music, and taught himself to play the harmonica and organ. I actually received his organ for my birthday after he passed away.

Scanned copy of photo, grandpa at Knotts Berry Farm.

I am fortunate to have voice copies of some of the music he played and stories he told. I actually just received these Oct. 14 of this year, a few days previous from writing this post. He was a real character, and always funny. He loved to make people laugh, just like my Dad.

 The other day when I was with Dad, we actually listened to grandpa's CD (dad had converted it from tape) and cracked up at the stories he wrote and played out with his step-daughter. It was a great day filled with great memories.

I remember going to grandpa's home when his father, my great grandfather, was there. We would listen to grandpa play the organ, and sometimes other family members would be visiting also.

                                    Scanned copy. Grandpa in his backyard, playing croquet.

Grandpa loved to play golf. (I wonder if the croquet helped him play golf better, or if golf helped him play croquet better?) He played a lot of it when he retired and belonged to a golf club in Alameda. He lived in Oakland as long as I can remember, so he drove a bit of a  distance to play golf. His house was up by the Mormon Temple. When I was a kid and we were driving on the freeway at night, we would see the Mormon Temple lit up so beautifully. It would remind me grandpa lived close by there. I thought he was so lucky, although I don't believe he could see the lights of the Temple from his house.

When grandpa got ill he ended up in the hospital. I received a phone call from him while he was there, it was very strange because he NEVER called me. He asked when I was going to visit him. I sort of stumbled a bit not knowing what to say. I said, “Right now?!?!?!?” He said no, I didn’t have to run over there right then but the next day would be good. My husband and I went to the hospital to see him the next day. He was sitting up, drinking milk and eating cookies. He had a smile on his face, talked, and joked, just as he always did.

We visited for a while, it was nice to see grandpa acting his normal self. When we left, I got tears in my eyes and told my husband he was dying. I knew it. He never called me before. He wanted to see me. He wanted me to remember him happy, joking and laughing. 

I am so very grateful I was able to see him how I did. He fooled others with his jokes, laughing, and eating cookies, but he didn’t fool me.

He wanted to go home to die so my father brought him home, although he fought it as long as he could. Grandpa had better care at the hospital. Thankfully by the time dad brought him home, he didn’t live but about a day. 

His wish was granted, he was home. 

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