Sunday, September 3, 2017

I was Rude and I’m Very Sorry



The other day, I was entering a local bank and a man held the door open for me. I just passed through and I didn’t thank him which was rude of me. He said, “Your welcome” in a sarcastic tone and walked off. In my defense, while turning into the bank parking lot, I was almost t-boned by an oncoming car and I was quite shaken by the near miss. In retrospect, I should have stayed in my car and worked on calming myself down before charging out of the car which is what I did instead.

This incident got me thinking. To this man, I was a rude woman who didn’t appreciate that he had held the door open for her. In our lifetimes, we all have had encounters with people when we considered them extremely rude.

But what if that person wasn’t just being rude? What if something else was going on in his or her that over shadowed whatever had just occurred?

For example, Stephen Covey, the author of The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, tells a story about an incident while riding the subway one day. There were four children running around disturbing people. He spoke to the father about the children running wild and needing to quiet down. The father looked sadly at Steven and said, “We just left the hospital. My wife died. Their mother just died.”  Steven, with this new understanding, went into helpful mode and started gathering the children and telling them stories.

For the strangers that we mingle with daily while shopping, driving or standing in the line at the DMV, we don’t know what is happening in their lives. They could have just learned that they had: cancer; lost their job of many years; received divorce papers that morning. Who knows?

There are many rude people out in the world. We hear about those types in the news daily. What made them that way, we don’t know. Were they bullied as children? Abused by a family member? Given the world on a silver platter? What I do know is there are a lot of people carrying heavy burdens that come across as rude when they might have a good reason.

The moral of this story, for me at least, is that I hope the next time that I’m in a situation in which I become annoyed at someone’s behavior, I consider that something might be happening in their lives that is overriding their interaction with me, before I make a harsh opinion of their behavior. Maybe, if we were a little more understanding of others, our world would be a better place to live in.

Until the next time…

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Our Beloved Dog - Chloe

Chloe is our dog and we are her servants. She is a bit peeved that it has taken so long to get her own blog posting. She is a diva dog. She came into our lives in May of 2004 when she was seven months old. She and her brother had been abandoned in a rural area in Northern Virginia.

Our intent, that Saturday when we went to the Animal Shelter, was just to look at dogs. We were living in an apartment at the time and wanted to wait until we had a house with a fenced yard.

When we finished with the front part of the shelter, Mary went to hunt down the ladies’ room. I have limited patience so I went ahead into the area where the dogs were kept. I started walking down the line of cages and I made it to the fourth one. And there she was, our dog – who was named Kisses.

Who would name a dog Kisses? Really? Can you see yourself calling out to your dog at the dog park “Here Kisses” or “Kisses stop that right now." Well not I.  I’m getting ahead of myself here. We had not even adopted her and I already wanted to change her name.

Kisses had her nose right up to the chain link and she looked up at me with an expression on her face of “What took you so long to find me?” I was a goner at that point. When Mary finally showed up, I informed her I had found our dog.

We took her into a side room where we had the opportunity to meet her. She was very hesitant and tried to hide under one of the chairs and her cute little butt stuck out because she was too big to fit under it.

The staff member told us her story. She and her brother had been sighted many times in a rural farming area. On their first attempt, they were able to capture him but not her. A few days later they got her and at this point she was close to becoming feral.

Poor baby. She was covered in fleas and ticks. She had to be washed and sprayed several times. The flea spray that was used was quite harsh and her skin became quite inflamed. She wasn’t made available to be shown to the public for several days. By then, her brother had been adopted.

The way it worked at this shelter was once you made your choice, your dog had to be spayed or neutered before going home. There were local veterinarians that did the procedure at their respective vet clinics. We patiently waited for the call to come pick her up.

She was so scared when we saw her. She was recovering from major surgery and then people she was not familiar with were calling her “Chloe.”  Before we left the clinic, we were given some information about her that we had not expected. When they shaved her in preparation for the surgery, they found a rope burn encircling her entire hip area. They also found a pocket of skin on her side that contained buck shot that had already healed over. Who in the hell would shoot a puppy? We will never know the circumstances as to why this happened.

Our plans were to keep her in a dog crate in the apartment. That thought lasted about an hour. We had stepped out of the apartment and when we returned, we found that Chloe had bent part of her crate in the process of breaking out. What to do now? Luckily there was a doggie day care center within minutes of our apartment! They were wonderful to her there and she loved spending her days with other dogs.

About six months later, we were planning a move from Virginia to Massachusetts. We wanted Chloe to see her brother one more time, if possible, before we left the area. We contacted the staff at the animal shelter, who were kind enough to send our contact information on to her brother’s new owners. They contacted us and we agreed that a playdate was in order.

We made the arrangements to meet at a baseball park near their home. Until the day I die, I will always have this memory in my mind: her brother was already running around the bases when we showed up. They made eye contact and Chloe ran towards him. They started running side by side around the park. They had such happy expressions on their faces. They remembered each other!

Years have gone by and Chloe will turn 14 in November. She has slowed down quite a bit and running is no longer an option for her. But, I will always remember the day that she ran freely with her brother. What a beautiful memory!


Until next time…

Sunday, August 13, 2017

2017 Air Show at Barnes Air National Guard Base

This past weekend, Barnes Air National Guard Base held the Westfield International Air Show. I went and I had a blast. I grew up on three Air Force bases and had attended many air shows as a child and I knew that I would enjoy going to this one.

I originally planned to go with Mary, but it’s just not her thing. While I was on the Internet getting all the details for the air show, it was mentioned that there was only room for 12,000 cars. They recommended to get there earlier than later. I found out the lots opened at 6:30 a.m. and the gates to the base opened at 8:00 a.m.  So, I arrived at 6:10 a.m. and I read my latest Harry Bosch series book by Michael Connelly while waiting for the gates to open.

My goals were the following: find big planes; walk around in them; and watch the air show. 

The first plane was a C-5 Galaxy A – a cargo plane that on the upper level has 73 airplane-like seats, two bathrooms and a kitchen. Of course, when flying thousands of miles, that is the only way to travel, especially when hauling huge pieces of equipment that could roll over on you. The backside of the plane had a ramp to get equipment in. Me with my two knee replacements couldn’t make it up. I turned to a man next to me and asked for help, explaining to him about my knees. His wife immediately went to my other side and together they hauled me up. That was so nice of them! I then walked around and asked questions of the crew. That is how I found out about the upper-level passenger seating.

My next big plane was a KC-135 which supplies fuel to planes mid-air. I found out that the plane holds 31,000 gallons of fuel in its wings and belly. I can’t even image how long it takes to fill that up! Touring it required climbing a metal staircase, and, even with my knee replacements, I made it! At the rear of the plane was an area where a crew member would be at the controls to attach the refueling boom to the plane needing fuel. I also went up to the cockpit where I learned the plane has been in use since 1958. Over the years, the instrument panel has been upgraded to keep up with modern technology.

Now, coming down the metal stairs was much more complicated than going up. First, I’m afraid of heights, and second, going down stairs is much more difficult for me with the knee replacements. I need to go down one step at a time, turning my feet sideways. I explained this to the nice crew member and he volunteered to help me down. I accepted his offer.

The air show kept getting delayed due to heavy cloud cover, but finally cleared enough for the show to go on. There was a single engine prop that did loops and dives with smoke pluming out from the rear so you could see in detail what the plane was doing. The fighter jets flew past at a low level like 100 feet so we could get a good look at them. They then pulled up and flew into the sky. Watching that was quite breath taking. My favorite moment was when the C-17, which is a large cargo and troop transport, flew low and circled the airfield several times so we could get a good look at it. For its size, it had a lot of mobility and made sharp turns with ease.

After an hour and a half, I thought the show was over and I started walking back to my car. I heard a lot of oooo’s and ahhhh’s as I was walking. I looked up and there were parachute jumpers coming down to land. Had I stayed in my original spot, they would have landed right in front of me. Drats!

I spent seven hours at the air show and was never bored. There were all sorts of planes sitting on the runway (static displays) that you could look at. Plus, all types of vendors. For food, I had a funnel cake with lots of powdered sugar and a lemonade drink with a whole lemon cut up in it. Not very nutritious, but all part of the day’s fun.

It has been seven years since Barnes held their last air show and I hope that the next one is much sooner than that. I made so many memories that will last for years to come.

Until next time…

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Stories about Chancey our Scottish Terrier


Chancey passed away on Tuesday, July 18, 2017. He would have turned 11 on August 8th. He had a rare form of skin cancer. When he was diagnosed in April of 2014 we were told due to the rapid progression of the disease he would only live 6 to 12 months. Well...he lived for 39 months and 16 days.

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This wonderful story was written on December 22, 2008. Scottish Terriers are know for being stubborn and that was the case with Chancey. Also, they are most frequently the dogs that bite judges at dog shows! But this wasn't true of our Chancey, he loved everyone he met. He was very sociable!

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Chancey, is the latest addition to our four-legged fur family. I dog-napped him this past summer while visiting a friend down in New London, Connecticut. She was dog-sitting him for a week while his family was on a business trip. They didn’t want him in the first place but their daughter did and then she moved to California and left Chancey behind. 

At the age of two: Chancey hated being walked so he pulled a great deal; he also had a great hostility of anything with wheels on it so he would charge at it while barking at the top of his lungs; he didn’t know any basic dog commands (sit, stay and do doggie commercials and bring home the mega bucks) nor was he potty trained. With that said, I wanted a better life for him. So I brought him home. Which then made him dog number three in a tiny house (1097 sq. feet) on a heavily-trafficked state road with no fenced-in yard. What was I thinking?

Episode #1 - I learned quickly that I was in way over my head having three dogs.The first hint happened when I took all three of them to the local dog park. I had Chancey on a leash but he was pulling so hard I let him off, which was a very stupid move on my part. Everything was fine until we met up with several groups of dogs. With all the doggie greetings involved, (barking, sniffing butts and a little bit of growing) he walked off with another group.

By the time I got my wits about me and had the other two dogs under my control, I realized that I was missing the newest addition. Yikes! I walked around yelling for him but had no luck. I took Chloe and Fast Eddie back to the Jeep and went searching for him. I was running around asking other dog owners walking their dogs if they had seen him. No luck! Finally, a woman with her own three dogs shows up with Chancey in tow. Yeah!!

Episode #2 – I didn’t have a tight hold on him while transporting him from the Jeep onto the kitchen porch. He quickly took off and headed East on Rt. 66 while running down the road using the double-yellow lines as his guide. With four knee surgeries, it is hard for me to move quickly much less run but run I did, and I scooped him up.

Episode #3 – We are back at the park and I’ve now learned to keep him on leash and use the Gentle Leader that a friend had given us. It was just the ticket when it came to keeping him from pulling and under control. We finished our morning walk and headed back to the Jeep. Both Fast Eddie and Chloe needed help getting up into the back. Then it was Chancey’s turn. My big mistake was removing the leash before lifting him up into the Jeep. He took off. I went after him leaving Chloe who jumped out of the Jeep with a fellow dog walker while Eddie was left in the Jeep. Right next to the parking lot is a large community garden which was in full bloom. Well, I couldn’t see him because he has such a low profile. His legs are only six inches long. He evidently returned to the parking lot where we reunited.

Episode #4 – A friend of ours came over for dinner this past fall. We were using a baby gate out on the kitchen porch to keep the dogs contained. In letting our friend onto the porch I created a small opening that Chancey used for his escape. I’m screaming for him to stop while I’m doing my version of jogging to catch up with him. Off he goes, again heading East following the double-yellow lines again! Now he’s a little black dog and with the light fading, it was hard for me to see him much less for the on-coming drivers. Of course, a woman waving her arms does slow traffic down a bit. The first driver stopped but the truck behind her moved around her and was heading directly toward Chancey and the driver didn’t see him. At this point, I felt something moving quickly pass me. It was Mary madly running. She hadn't had any knee surgeries like I've had so she’s still able to sprint. She had heard my screams from the house and knew it had to do with one of the dogs. She finally caught up with Chancey before the truck ran over him!

Episode #5 –Mary and a friend had just gone shopping for our Christmas dinner and were unloading the groceries with Chancey jumping up and down on the porch. He was so excited that they had come home. Seeing the opportunity to make a run for it, he did.  Mary was yelling at him to stop as he again headed East on the double-yellow lines. This time is was light enough out for traffic to see him. Traffic came to an abrupt halt. Coming from the East was a large truck, the driver made a quick decision and turned his vehicle so it blocked the road. And, a pick-up truck coming from the West stopped traffic from that direction. Yeah, another possible disaster averted!

We’ve come to the conclusion that Chancey thinks he’s “Toto from the Wizard of Oz.” He is a terrier just like Toto was. He does hail from Kansas and he is obviously searching for that elusive yellow-brick road like so many of us are!

Monday, July 24, 2017

From 91 to 115 Framed Items in One House!


I wrote the original posting back in October, 2014. At that time we had 91 pieces of framed art. Well, since then we have added many additional pieces. So here's the latest numbers within the brackets as of July, 2017 which comes to a grand total of 115This count does not include the plaques, wooden dishes, metal signs and a clock up on the walls. I can't believe we have so many items in a small house of 1100 square feet!

     Kitchen – 10  [13]
     Living Room – 16  [18] 
         Hallway – 16  [20]
         Half-bath – 8   
         Full-bath – 3 
         Study –  7  [9]
         Master Bedroom – 15  [16]
         Guest Bedroom – 7  [19]
         Laundry Room – 9 

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I bet very few of you reading this post know that in a previous life I was the manager and owner of a frame shop. Two things occurred during that time period. I can wax and wane on the dangers of using non-acidic materials for framing your beloved memories. Also, I came away with an enormous amount of framed art. Thank goodness I got a lot of things framed while I was in the business because I couldn’t afford to now.

So this past week I went into a dusty frenzy and started dusting the framed art hanging in our home. And this is what I found out:

·       Kitchen - 10 
·       Living Room - 16 
·       Hallway – 16 
·       Half-bath - 8 
·       Full-bath – 3 
·       Study -  7 
·       Master Bedroom – 15 
·       Guest Bedroom – 7 
·       Laundry Room – 9 

That comes to a grand total of 91 framed pieces of art hanging on the walls of our very small house! And, we still have art waiting to be framed. This count does not include the plaques, wooden dishes, and a clock up on the walls. When we move we are going to be filling a lot of nail holes! Swiss Cheese anyone?

Our collection comes from a multitude of places. In Mary’s family there were two artists. Mary’s mother, Eleanor, sold many of her pieces and luckily we have eight of her beautiful paintings. Mary’s grandfather, George Washington Brown was also an amazing artist. We are blessed to have three of his pieces. One is in oil, one in pencil and one in pen and ink.

Finally, we have twelve framed pieces and five unframed from Tullio Grendanin. He was Mary’s sister Chris’ father-in-law. Though he was known as a water colorist Tullio liked to experiment with different medium. We have several pieces done in oil during his “nude” period. Those fine ladies are hanging in our hallway!  We also have quite a few from his “barn’ period in watercolor and oil. Those are all hanging up in our Living Room. Between 1970 and his retirement from being a machinist in 1988 he had nine one-man shows and won a number of prizes in judged exhibitions. To support his family he made a career as a tool and die maker but he lived to paint.  A quote of his in an interview with the Times Herald Record in 1992, says it all “If I could not paint,” he said, “I would die.”         

Also, along the way both Mary and I have purchased art from various artists in Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Colorado. We have very little wall space left. I even have one piece hung behind a door that is rarely seen but not forgotten. I may be hanging more pieces there in the near future if I can’t move certain pieces around to make more wall space.

Needless to say Mary and I love our collection and are very proud to be their owners.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Our Scottish Terrier's Last Few Days


Chancey is our beloved Scottish Terrier that I dog-napped in July 2008 from New London, CT. I’ve written several stories about him over the years. In April of 2014, he was diagnosed with a rare form of skin cancer. We were told that he had 6 maybe 12 months at the most. Well…39 months later he’s still with us.

He’s on Prednisone plus other drugs that are keeping the cancer at bay. He’s a very happy dog who loves treats, treats and more treats. He is especially fond of people, he’s never met anyone that he doesn’t like. We have had a few scares due to the cancer but none as bad as Sunday morning.

Sunday, July 16, 2017
I woke up at 4:45 a.m. and everything seemed fine. I decided to read a little to go back to sleep. At 5 a.m. Chancey came into the bedroom with blood pouring from his nose. When I walked down the hallway, I found blood everywhere, on the area rugs, the wooden floors, the walls, even in the bathrooms. I tried to clean some of it up but there was just too much. It was absolute chaos, we were at a loss on how to handle the situation. We used many towels to try to stop the bleeding and they rapidly became soaked.

We knew we had to get him up to the Emergency Vets which is about 25 minutes from our house. Until we left the house we had to put him out on the porch and that quickly became covered in blood.

Our other two dogs had been sniffing the blood and didn’t know what to make of it. We put them in the living room, the one area that Chancey hadn’t gone into. I insisted on driving which I rarely do since my driving makes Mary extremely uncomfortable. I wanted her to be the one to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay.

The staff at the Veterinary Emergency & Specialty Hospital (VESH) in Deerfield, MA were amazing. They did a wonderful job of handling us plus assessing Chancey’s health crisis. The bleeding had stopped on the way up but while in the exam room it started up again. We tried cleaning it up with paper towels but there was just too much. A technician had to use a mop to clean the floor.

The ER Vet gave him a shot to help his blood to coagulate. We were also given an herbal supplement to help stem the bleeding. They also put him on Trazadone to keep him calm so he wouldn’t exacerbate the bleeding. I felt that we should have gotten a script for that as well!

When we got him home he was so exhausted and weak. He rested most of the day. I spent over an hour just scrubbing the blood off the floors. Then we took all the rugs outside to hose them down and amazingly all the blood came out. Looking around the house you couldn’t tell what a disaster it had been earlier in the day.

Our local Vet, Dr. Leanne, was amazing as well. Mary texted her (yes, she gave us her cellphone number back in 2014) with what had happened, what the test results were plus the medication he was given while at VESH. She agreed with the medication he was placed on and asked that we contact her on Monday to let her know how he was doing.

Monday, July 17, 2017
By Monday morning, Chancey was eating and moving around comfortably. The ordeal from the day before was a distant memory at least for him. Dr. Leanne observed that every time we think we may be near the end, Chancey rebounds.

We have had many discussions about Chancey’s “Quality of Life” regarding his cancer. After this bleeding episode, we could tell that he was coming to the end of his life. We agreed that if he stopped eating or had another bleeding episode we would make the decision to have him euthanized. Easy to type that word – but it is so painful to see it on my computer screen.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017
This morning things went downhill quickly. Chancey normally is in the kitchen waiting for his food. Instead he was lying in the living room. I took his food over to him and he slowly ate it. I needed to give him his morning medication which gets wrapped up in cream cheese and he would not touch it. I tried his favorite treats and still no success.

I headed out to go do my morning workout. When I came back, I found that he had thrown up the contents of his breakfast all over the kitchen floor. I called our Vet and was told to bring him over immediately. She said we had come to the end. Unfortunately, Mary was out of town. I called her and she could be back by 5 p.m. The appointment to put him down was scheduled for 5:15 p.m.

The story ends here -- I don’t want to go into the bloody details on how devastated we were over his passing or how empty our lives were without him in it.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Mt. Tom B-17 Memorial Ceremony - July 15, 2017

This past Saturday, July 15, 2017, I attended my third memorial service at Mount Tom. The ceremony is dedicated to 25 men who never had the life experiences we all take for granted. They are remembered every year thanks to all the efforts by the Stettner family (Ellen, Al and Scott) which was their mother’s wish. Mrs. Stettner (Dorothy) was the sister to Alfred Warm, one of the men who was killed in the accident.

On the evening of July 9, 1946, a B-17 (Flying Fortress) flying out of Goose Bay, Labrador, and carrying the servicemen who were on their way home after serving in World War II. The plane was preparing to land at Westover Air Force Base. But rain and darkness covered the peak of Mount Tom and, only minutes away from the airfield, the plane crashed into the south side of the mountain, killing all on board. If the plane had only been 30 feet higher they would have survived.

Below are the names on the memorial marker of the individuals that died. Eighteen were in the Coast Guard, one from the Red Cross, one a doctor from the U.S. Public Health Service and the rest were Army Corps.

Archilles, David F.         S2C                      USCG                   MA
Austin, Wayne L.          1LT                       USAAC                CO
Bailey, Arthur                CIV                      ARC                      NE
Benfield, George R.       EM3C                  USCG                   TX
Carson, Howard E.        PFC                      USACC                NY
Coviello, Pasquale P.     LT                        USPHS                  NJ
Davenport, Gregory S.   SIC                      USCG                     RI
Fleming, George E.       ETM3C                USCG                     PA
Gillis, Ernest R.             RM3C                  USCG                    MA
Johnson, Wilfred U.      LT                        USCG                     NJ
Lebrecht, Henry A.        CAPT                  USAAC                  NY
Meriam, Frank G.          LT                        USCG                    MA
Miller, Arthur C.            SIC                      USCG                     RI
Orford, George E.          LTJG                   USCG                     NJ
Roe, Daniel R.               SGT                     USACC                  AZ
Sanchez, Eulogio           PFC                     USAAC                  MI
Scott, Russell S.             BM2C                 USCG                     NJ
Simons, Arnold J.          RM3C                 USCG                      RI
Tansey, Rex A.               PFC                    USAAC                  OR
Turrentine, Samuel A.   FL O                    USAAC                  SC
Valdrini, Herman J. Jr.  FL O                    USAAC                  AZ
Warm, Alfred, L.           RM3C                 USCG                     NY
Warshaw, Stanley P.     SIC                      USCG                     NY
Winnard, Lee                 RM2C                 USCG                     MI
Worth, Hugh J.              YNC                    USCG                    MA

I am always moved to tears when I attend this ceremony. My parents both were in the military during the war but they got to come home while these men didn’t. On a nice day take a hike up to the memorial. The site is kept in impeccable condition by a husband and wife team who donate their time to keep it so.

I want to thank all the young men representing the Civil Air Patrol. Some who were assigned to keep traffic moving to the old ski lodge located at the bottom of the mountain for parking. There were also cadets that did the Presentation of Colors (U.S. and State flags). The Civil Air Patrol also supplied two 11-passenger vans to transport the attendees up/back to the memorial site.

If you would like more details regarding the previous two memorials I attended, click on the years in my blog for 2015 and 2016 and scroll through the postings to read them.


THEY WERE ON THEIR WAY HOME, FOR THEM, WHO DID THEIR VERY BEST, AND NOW IN GOD’S HANDS…AT PEACE” (Norm Cote)