Tuesday, November 14, 2017

If Barns could talk

what do you think these would say?

I love seeing old barns when we take road trips.  I always
have my camera ready.

My mind's eye has given the photos titles all photos taken from the car window

The leaves from this huge tree added interesting texture to the photo

Was this a home?  It has a front door and the lean to on the right side could have been a carport

This one is a bit of a mystery.  It appears to have 2 front doors a large opening that could have been a
stable of sorts.  I say this because there is a door on the 2nd level that was probably for storing hay.
Taking the photos while riding gave an interesting effect to the leaves and grass too

There is a chimney on the large building so it was probably a home at one point
All 3 buildings are attached. Maybe the middle one was a kitchen?
The smaller one reminds me of a structure my Great Uncle had for curing tobacco.
Or maybe it was storing firewood??

This structure was a tobacco barn years ago.  Now it is a potting shed for
the Cedar Creek Gallery.  Majestic heron sculpture sits in front
Sleeping garden gnome 

Thank you for stopping by!

Monday, November 6, 2017

"Shell" we talk collectively

I am a collector of special things but not a hoarder of anything. 
 I don't shop at antique malls. I collect things that have special meanings. 
 I know my limits and my storage capacity.  

One of my favorite things to do at the beach is look for sea shells or sea rocks.

The size of these tiny perfectly shaped miniatures are treasures.  With all the recent
hurricanes and beach erosion I expect these are no longer available.
I did a wee bit of research on miniature shells here
They are used in crafting.  I expect those are ones that were made by man
These were found by my hands on the beach and have been cared for with TLC

Here is a photo of the cases closed and sealed.  The top of each case has a magnifying glass.

My most prized finds on the Crystal Coast of North Carolina are by these
four sand dollars and a sea sponge

The proper name for this little duckie is a cut glass salt cellar.

I have always just adored it.  I have no idea how old it is.  I
know my sweet Mother-in-law Margie loved it.  She loved all types of cut glass
I'll be showing you a few of her pieces today.

Click here to see more of these adorable little salt cellars in all colors and
all kinds of critters

Below are a few more pieces of treasures I have that belonged to Margie, my mother-in-law.
She was a wonderful cook and set a beautiful table.

Her deviled eggs and chicken salad were the BEST EVER!!
Franciscan Desert Rose Platter

I also have her Franciscan Desert Rose  heart shaped dish.
I use both of these dishes often.

In My Mind's Eye I can still see her food in each of these special pieces. 

Are you a collector? If so, what do you collect and why?

Sunday, October 22, 2017


We all have them................
As a child I was always told don't tell anyone about your dreams until after breakfast....
or they are more than likely to come true.  I have always been  a very vivid dreamer. 
If I am to be truthful, often things I dream about to come to life in some shape or form.

Today you will learn several things about me:
First and foremost you will understand why this blog is called
My Mind's Eye....my mind does have an eye like no one else.

1.I am NOT artistic AT ALL 
2. I have very life like dreams, my family and friends often say 
if you dream about me keep it to yourself. Which I normally do
but sometimes dreams are just too funny and must be shared.
3. I dream in color 
4. Most of all I love to poke fun at myself, laughter is the best medicine

Last night I had the most hilarious dream I have ever had.
I wish you could have heard my dear sweet hubby LOL at my dream and then my drawing.
He can actually draw but since it was my dream and it was funny I decided to draw.
My dear friend of 56 years was the subject of my dream.
After breakfast this morning,  I sent her to tell her I had a hilarious dream about her
and to check her email for the dream description and a crude drawing.

The Dream as I remember which I did not tell my husband until after breakfast.

I was at her home when she came walking into the kitchen.
She was wearing a shoulder harness which had compartments that held
nearly every cleaning tool or detergent you can imagine.  However,
I saw a few very vividly and in color.  I have no idea why anyone would have 
Q-tips (which I saw in color),  as part of a cleaning harness.  
I saw a mop, a broom, and on one side was a very long
compartment that held furnace filters.  I could see the filter sizes written vertically on
the edge of the filters but could not make them out.
The odd thing about her kitchen was her fridge was missing.  Maybe she stores this shoulder harness where the fridge use to be...who knows.

Below you will find a very very crude drawing of the dream (furnace is misspelled but
I wasn't going to draw this again)! 

I'm sure a mental health professional would have a ball analyzing this dream.
If you are one please take a stab at it but in the meantime this is my analysis.

I thought about this dream for a long time and the meaning.
Here are my thoughts:

1. Cleaning Harness:
We visit them every summer and refer to there home as a Bed and Breakfast
Maybe in my mind's eye this is how I see her as she prepares her spotless home for our 
annual arrival.
2.  Q-tips:  
The stray cat they rescued 2 years ago, Charlie, recently had an ear infection.  
They were having to administer ear drops.

3. Missing Fridge
Recently they replaced their original fridge with a huge new fridge.

4.  Furnace Filters:
Last week I had an email from her saying she hoped the temps didn't drop too quickly.
Their furnace always made more dust in the house than the a/c and she wanted to
have the vents cleaned before they turned on the heat

The question now is why did all these individual events come up in one dream?

Do you dream vividly, do you dream in color,  do you have an superstitions about telling or not telling dreams....

Friday, October 6, 2017

Music: To my daughter and son in law

My daughter has always love music.  She isn't musical per say but just a lover of music.
She has a musical ear and music has always been part of her life.
Her artistic talents are visual.  She could easily be an interior designer or a personal shopper.


When my daughter was a wee girl and learning to use the potty she had her very own itty bitty  potty, it was quite unique.  You see it had a little piece of soft rubber bubble about the diameter of a dime in the middle of the plastic potty bowl.  When the bubble had a small amount of pp it touched a mechanism that started a music box that played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  She delighted in hearing the song and was always excited to make it play.  This made potty training easy.  Instead of saying I have to potty she said I have to Twinkle.  Unfortunately the  rubber eventually sprung a leak and the music box no longer had a Twinkle.  Thankfully the extra encouragement to use the potty was no longer necessary.  

From the time she was born, she went to sleep to soft music. When she was about 3 we found
a series of children's books that came with a cassette tape. As the story played on the tape, we followed on the pages.  There was a ding when it was time to turn the book page.  Each tape had soothing music too.  A few years down the road Fisher-Price came out with an adorable Jukebox with all Disney songs in it.  Her favorite tune was 
*"It is a small World" 
she played it over and over until that song would no longer play.  

As she entered her teenage years, Madonna was very popular.  Each night when she took a shower she started her Madonna cassette tape right at the beginning of "Material Girl". 
Like clock work when the song ended the shower was over.
There was a reason:  She took and still does take the longest showers on record.
We were constantly on her case to cut down her shower time.  Once again
music was her remedy. She said how about if I start my shower with a song I like and stop when the song is over.  Material Girl was the perfect song.  

On August 15, 1998, 
My daughter and son in law had a small private wedding immediate family only (which included her future husband's 2 year old niece) .  The wedding was held at a beautiful little local Inn.  There was  no music or vocals. (The only traditions I insisted on were that she have a wedding dress and have a bridal portrait.) To keep the 2 year old entertained, the parents let her bring a tiny little Fisher Price transistor radio, which they did not think she knew how to turn on. As my husband escorted our daughter into the Inn's sun room for the ceremony, the two year old discovered how to turn the radio on...lo and behold the song that started playing was
*"It is a small World" . 
Needless to say the parents were shocked and tried to stop it but I said no...let it play it is was my daughter's  favorite song she was that age too and the perfect Wedding March.

Music of choice now is Country music which her hubby loves too, especially Jason Aldean.
Hubby is quite handy with all of today's techie audio stuff so they are plugged into
all the things one can enjoy via satellite music, with DJ Stormy Warren.  They have made many trips
to Nashville, concerts around our state. In 2016 they attended  2nd annual Route 91 Harvest Concerts in Las Vegas.  The venue setting was perfect, all events well planned and Las Vegas was a most welcoming city and so friendly.  In January of 2017, they made reservations to attend the 3rd annual
 Route 91 Harvest concerts in Las Vegas, September 29-October 1, 2017.
There music starts about 10 am-about midnight each of the 3 days.
There is no need to say much more about this year's concert except to praise the entire city of Las Vegas  for their hospitality and the organizers of Route 91 for a perfect 2 1/2 days of excellent country music and to send loving and caring prayers and thoughts to all who were at the concert.

To my daughter and son in law, may the memories of October 1 eventually be replaced with music
that once again fills your hearts with happiness.
With love
Your parents

Friday, September 15, 2017

I'm on my soap box...

In October of 2015, we decided we didn't want to be slaves to yard work any more because
neither one of us are spring chicks and we wanted to add some curb appeal.
We called Lawn Detailing and Landscaping for a quote and some ideas.  The owner was a very nice and knowledgeable young man.  We loved his enthusiasm. Below is a photo of the wall in progress 

And the completed wall around our front natural area.  This was no easy task.  It took lots of man hours from Adams very competent crew.

 He also planted daffodils, azaleas and 3 crepe myrtle tress in 2015. Nothing was in bloom at the time, so here is an enhancement.  We have been extremely pleased with this wall.  We have had many folks stop to ask for the contact information of Lawn Detailing.

All of the above is the back story...fast forward to August 28, 2017, the first day of 
schools in our city.  The elementary school bus stop has been on our corner for many, many years.  In our city parents or teenage siblings of elementary children (I think under grade 4), must be at the bus with their children in the morning. In the afternoon, the  bus driver will not let the children off the bus if there is not an older sibling or parent waiting.   There are about 6 school age children who catch the bus here.  

Pardon me while I step up on my gigantic SOAP BOX!!

In the afternoon, all the moms and all their underage school children come to our corner at ~4:15 to wait for the school bus.  There are 4 moms who stand around gabbing while their children run all around our yard.  The kids walk all around on the decorative wall, and run in the natural area.  The moms do nothing. For some reason, this year one of the moms has decided the wall is a bench for her to sit on while her 2 children run around our yard and all over the wall.  She is either talking to the moms or on her phone. Last week I came home from an errand to find the older brother of one families sitting on the wall.  I pulled up next to him, politely said 'please don't sit on the wall', he looked at me like I had 3 eyes.  I said again, 'do not sit on there it is not a bench', he did not move.  Finally, I said, 'this is my house, that is my wall, and I do not want you sitting there'.  He just looked at me.  When I backed up to turn in to my driveway, he finally stood up.  Next time I saw him he was with his mother standing on the other side of the street.
  What is wrong with people? Do they no longer respect private property?  
Needless to say we cannot stand out in the yard every day to tell teenagers or adults who should know better not to to sit or stand on the wall.  I wanted to buy an indiscreet sign to put in there area.
All I can find already made said no trespassing, no parking, etc. Neither said exactly what needed to be said.  I found a place online, ordered a two sided garden flag.....placed it here where they like sit.
The street sign area is where the moms gather...and by they way they have worn down our grass there too.

We both feel bad  that we have had to resort to this but sometimes you just have to 
stand your ground and 
wave your 
It is really a shame that any property owner has to remind folks to respect their property 
We should not feel guilty for putting the sign in the yard but we do.  Why should we have
 to teach manners and respect of property to adults?  Clearly they don't have boundaries and are not teaching their children to respect others property.  

Tuesday, September 5, 2017


In January of this year, I received an invitation to my 50th High School Class Reunion.

I attended William  G. Enloe from the second half of seventh grade all the way through to graduation.
Enloe was one of the first schools built in the suburbs of our city.  It served as  a junior and senior high school.The class of 1967 was small ~265 students and most of us had known each other for half our lives. It was a new school that opened in January of 1962.
I absolutely loved every minute of high school, our colors were green and gold.
Our mascot was an Eagle, the football field was called the Eagle's Nest.
Our fight song started out
Cheer for the green and gold,
Cheer loud and long for Enloe
Cheer, Cheer for Enloe High.....

As I read the back of the card, (which is in the tiniest font I have ever had the (dis) pleasure of trying to read), I thought about all the things that have happened in 50 years.
The big thing being computers and the techie world.  Our 50th reunion has
gone techie for sure.  One of my classmates set up an entire website with all the
senior class members.  We were invited to log on quickly and catch up with everyone either via the open website or private email. I must say this site works like a well oiled machine.  Since I signed up
I have connected with so many classmates and learned about the amazing things they have done with their lives.  We have doctors, lawyers, veterinarians, authors, bankers, pastors,
social workers, artists...a lot of them, and all around good citizens of the world, at least one
Animal Blogger...Me!!
Yay classmates. On Saturday night 9/30/17 there will be a slide show presentation of all the photos submitted by classmates. Of course the invitation made me think of many things that happened..significant and not so significant..during high school.

Seventh Grade
 2nd semester
My thirteenth birthday was the week classes started at the brand new school
The remainder of the year was spent learning my way around the huge school
 and meeting some new friends.
Eighth Grade
seemed to revolved around Algebra
Ninth Grade
Oh was that a fun an exciting year.  Corning Glass out of Corning, NY
opened a plant in Raleigh. We had an influx of new students from the North.
 No one understood what anyone was saying. Lots of what did she/he say to each other.
I'm so happy to say back in the 60's there was no peer pressure.  We all found new things
we liked about each other and were all willing to accept each other as  we were.
The newbies and the oldies at Enloe all taught each other so much.
They were such fun and so eager to try new things and share with us things the knew.
I met the teacher who would greatly influence my life, Miss Kilby.
President Kennedy was assassinated  in November.  I will never forget I was sitting in
Civics Class when the announcement came over the loud speaker.
Mrs. Seaboard, a substitute natural science  teacher, had a nervous breakdown in class one day.
There were signs, she told us she heard voices and 'they' were coming to get her.
 We told the other teachers and finally they took notice but not before she locked the door.  She  would not let us leave when the bell rang.  She was sitting at her desk cutting up an apple with a knife.  Told us not to move. There was a shared door between her room and the room where the football coach taught history.  He noticed a problem.  Authorities were called.  The coach opened the shared door motioning slowly for us to get up one at a time and come to him.

Tenth Grade
Biology and dissecting...not my cup of tea. I thought the teacher was picking on me.
She continued to call on me when my hand WAS NOT raised.
Turns out she liked me and was trying to get me to speak up more in class.  I think she lived to
regret this effort to bring me out of my shell.  I never shut up after that.

Eleventh Grade
We had a very popular, handsome and well known student teacher in Anatomy, Roman Gabriel.
He was a star quarterback at NC State University.
He wasn't much older than his students.
If there had been computer registrations back then, the requests from girls to take his Anatomy class would have crashed a computer system.

Senior YEAR
I was very excited to be elected as a Senior Class Marshall

I thought 7-11th grades were good but my senior year was the BEST.
I had wonderful teachers, great classes and lots of fun too.
One thing that stands out was a work day we had for a senior project. WE had to
be there very early before breakfast.  Food was promised.  I don't know who brought it but it was day old donuts and hot mountain dew. N A S T Y!! But we had fun.
I rec'd my graduation present on my 18th birthday.
It was a baby blue 1967 Mustang with a navy blue vinyl top, bucket seats.
I was on the prom committee. Our Senior adviser, was Miss Kilby.
She had the best ideas for prom and decorations.  It was to be garden party with lights everywhere and gazebos, paper lanterns.
However our funds were limited, so I volunteered my Dad's (he was an electrical contractor) services to set up the lighting.  It was magical.
My parents were two of the 4 chaperone's for Senior Prom.
My parent's were great dancers (1940's dancing) but oh did my friends enjoy watching them.
I wasn't embarrassed because I had been watching them dance all my life.

And thanks to all the excellent teaching by Miss Kilby, I made my prom dress and it was one of a kind.
I thought everyone enjoyed high school as much as I did; however, over the years I have learned my high school experience was rare and I do treasure every moment.

Our beloved principal, Mr. Khady who is now 92, is supposed to be at the reunion...
I have only been to one other reunion, my 20th

Have you been to any of your high school reunions?

Saturday, August 26, 2017

I was almost a Flower Child

First just a brief background on this story.
In 9th grade a teacher entered my life who taught me so many valuable lessons in life.
Her name was Miss Kilby she was my homeroom teacher and my home economics teacher 9-12th grades.
My mama was a good cook; however, she was the baby of 7 children.  She was born when
Annie Ma (her mother) was 44 years old. Needless to say by the time Mama was old enough to learn to cook Annie Ma was worn out no time for cooking lessons then.  Mama cooked basics.
Miss Kilby taught me about food, nutrition, how to prepare healthy food, and how to plan a weekly menu.  To this day I still use what I learned.   I have an Excel grocery list in order of how the grocery store is laid out.  On the back of the list is my weekly menu
 (FYI: yes I am a wee bit OCD purrsonality.)  My spice rack for the most part is alphabetized too). 
Miss Kilby also taught me how to make sew.

Miss Kilby was Senior Class Adviser the year I was a senior.
She made our senior year so exciting and filled with fun.
At the end of my senior year in high school, Miss Kilby received a job offer in San Francisco.

Now for the rest of the story:
1968 was a big year for me!
 My hubby and I started dating in March of 1968.

In September 1968, I am  just a few months shy of completing my education at
Hardbarger Junior Business School.  Little did I know but Miss Kilby had married, was not teaching any more.  She and her husband had started a import/export company in San Francisco.  She had been keeping up with me. She sent me a letter telling me about her company.  In the letter, she invited me to come to San Francisco to work as the office manager of their company. 
She said if I accept their offer I could live with them until I was comfortable enough in  San Francisco to live on my own. Needless to way I was flabbergasted and honored and just so very surprised. 
REMEMBER this was 1968 San Francisco invited 
all to come out and told us we could wear a flowers in our hair.  
 Everyday SF made news even over here on the EAST COAST.
Of course my parents were in total shock at the wonderful offer and they actually loved Miss Kilby as much as I did.....
BUT DEAR FRIENDS there was no way on this EARTH they would let me move to 
San Francisco at the tender age of 19 1/2.  I graciously declined the offer and Miss Kilby was very understanding.

Along about the same time give or take a month or so my now hubby was offered a job in San Francisco as an auditor at a large company.  
It wasn't until many months later that we told each other about or job offers.
Needless to say we were both totally astonished at each other's news.
He was 24 at the  time and could have easily moved to SF...but thankfully he chose to stay in 
North Carolina.

I never once regretted not moving (not that I had a choice at the time).
In the mid 80's we stopped in San Francisco on the way to Hawaii.
Our daughter said SF was her favorite city.
Life happens as it is supposed to happen.
However, it is rather interesting how San Francisco kept popping into our lives.

Wonder if I would have owned a Flower Mobile

I'm 100% sure I would never have worn flowers in my hair...they make me sneeze.

Her offer gave me such a great confidence boost as time approached for me start my job interviews.    She was an inspiration all through high school and after.
If I'm ever asked who was my favorite teacher or what person inspired you the most in life,
my answer is always

If Barns could talk

what do you think these would say? I love seeing old barns when we take road trips.  I always have my camera ready. My mind'...