Friday, March 21, 2025

THE LOVE RUB

 A FEW DAYS AGO I WATCHED A REEL
THAT SHOWED THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW 
BY SMELL IF YOU GREW UP IN THE 70'S.
I WENT DOWN A NOSTALGIC RABBIT HOLE...
"BOX OF CRAYOLA CRAYONS"
"A DITTO COPY TEST"
THERE WERE MANY OTHERS BUT THE ONE THAT
JUST THE THOUGHT OF IT, GOT ME ALL UP IN MY FEELS WAS
"VICKS VAPOR RUB"
AWWWWEEE YEAH! 
THAT WONDERFUL MINTY SMELL OF LOVE...
MY PARENTS, ESPECIALLY MY MOM
BELIEVED IN THAT VICKS.
IT WAS GOING IN THE VAPORIZER 
AND ON YOUR CHEST....
IT WAS GOING ON THE SOLES OF YOUR FEET
WITH SOCKS ON TOP TO HOLD IN THE BURN...
IT SEEMED TO BE MAGIC TO ME BACK THEN.
THEN I HAD MY OWN CHILDREN
AND THE NAME WENT FROM VICKS VAPOR RUB
TO "LOVE RUB"
BOTH MY KIDDO'S DIDN'T LIKE LOTIONS AND SUCH.
YET, WHEN THEY WOULD BECOME ILL
THEY NEVER SAID NO TO THE BLUE BOTTLE 
I PULLED OUT OF THE MEDICINE CABINET.
THERE IS NOTHING MORE NOSTALGIC
THAN HAVING YOUR MOMMA RUB THIS THICK GEL
ONTO YOUR BODY.
I HONESTLY NOW BELIEVE IT WAS NOT FOR 
THE MEDICINAL CAPABILITIES IT HELD 
BUT FOR THE TLC IT PROVIDED FOR A SICK CHILD.
I KNOW WHEN MY OWN MOMMA OR DADDY 
APPLIED IT TO MY CHEST OR FEET,
THE LOVING FEELING LAST LONGER THAN THE 
ICY FEELING YOUR SKIN FELT.
SCIENTISTS WHO STUDY THIS MEMORY CALL IT THE
PROUST EFFECT:
THE PHENOMENON WHERE SPECIFIC SMELLS
TRIGGER DETAILED AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL MEMORIES.
IF I HAD A BOTTLE OF VICKS IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW
I COULD CLOSE MY EYES AND BE BROUGHT BACK 
TO MY CHILDHOOD FROM JUST ONE SNIFF.
WITH THAT BEING SAID, 
I WOULD ALSO BE BROUGHT BACK TO A TIME
WHEN I WAS CALLED MOMMA BY MY CHILDREN
AND THAT FAMOUS BLUE BOTTLE WOULD 
ONCE AGAIN BE USED
TO RUB SOME LOVE INTO MY CHILD'S BODY.
ALWAYS RUBBED IN EXTRA CARE,
SEALED IN THE BOTTOM OF THE FEET WITH A PAIR OF SOCKS.
MAYBE THIS WAS DONE TO KEEP THE VAPORUB WORKING LONGER
BUT I LIKE TO BELIEVE IT WAS TO SEAL THE LOVE
INTO THE HEART, FOR THE LOVE TO BE BROUGHT BACK
BY JUST A SIMPLE SMELL FROM A BLUE BOTTLE 
CALLED VICKS VAPOR RUB.



Tuesday, March 11, 2025

MARY POPPINS, JR.

 For the past 7 months Iberville Theater,
which is also a part of WE ARE THE DIFFERENCE,
has worked on putting on a child's theater play,
MARY POPPINS, JR.
Rhonda, our director and Alicia, music director 
and myself have worked tirelessly with these children.
Some came to us, never having been in any theater performance before.
Others came with some experience.
It was a big cast and getting all players to a 
twice a week practice all together was almost impossible.
Rhonda worked tirelessly on schedules to try and
incorporate the schedules of very busy children and parents.
I honestly don't know how she does it all.
It is finally time for the performance.
Practice on stage began Wednesday night with 
dress rehearsal....
We were all a bit worried.
As I said, some of these children have never performed on stage.
It was also the adults first time to work out the kinks
for stage presence. 
Thursday, there was a 4 hour practice, now microphones were added.
these children, all rallied around the concept of learning
what they had to do.
Friday night..... well, they did it!
These children pulled off a performance that blew us out of the park.
As I stood in the audience to watch in case they became stuck,
I had a moment where I felt like I could cry...
To watch one child who stuttered get on that stage
and belt out his part with so much confidence and not one missed word,
the little ones, performing their little hearts out...
I could go on and on about how good theater is for children.
Although I am a helper, my work in this play was nothing
compared to what Rhonda and Alicia have done with these children.
Each child has become so important to us, 
 we have bonded with each one of them.
They will all be missed by me for sure.
Of course, I would not be called Mumsie
if I didn't brag about my own grand girl.
When she was cast as Mary Poppins she understood 
what a big deal this was going to be.
To watch her on stage, without one ounce of nervousness,
having found "her thing" 
well it was just enough to make us all so very proud of her.
Theater is so good for children and its sad
that there are not many theater groups in schools anymore.
for our Jemma Jew, she transforms on stage.
A big shout out to all of you who came to watch
Mary Poppins, the support is so necessary!

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

ATTITUDE AND GRADITUDE

 I love a good podcast especially if it is an interview.
It makes sense that I was drawn to an interview of an 105 year old woman.
The interviewer finds her in an airport looking not a day over 85.
She is beautiful in the only way an older mature woman can be.
It is obvious that she has become one with the
person she sees in the mirror.
He speaks to her about medical issues.
She has some, she admits but she explains how 
she becomes friends with her pain, her illnesses 
saying once she does this it just doesn't bother her anymore.
He then asks her the secret to living a long life,
is it exercise, eating healthy, etc.?
she boldly states:
"ATTITUDE AND GRATITUDE, ATTITUDE AND GRATITUDE.
She says it a few times getting her point across.
Awwwwe yeah!
I want to do that...
I want to have an open mind in all situations,
trying to find the good in all.
I want to have a positive attitude even when
I am tired or aggravated.
I want to be a good listener, even when an opinion may be opposite mine.
I want to have gratitude not just for the big things in life
but also for the little things,
the small gestures people afford me.
I want to be the person who gives grace to a situation
even when I am not feeling very graceful.
Allow my elders to go before me at checkout lines,
smile, be kind even when someone is being ugly.
My favorite advice to couples getting married:
"When you are wrong, admit it, when you are right, shut up"
I want to strive to follow my own words of advice.
A few weeks ago I made a mistake, it was not on purpose
and was done out of grief.
When I was approached about it, I felt terrible.
Although It was not done on purpose
 I knew then, it was wrong.
I remembered a step from the Alanon book:
MAKE AMENDS WHENEVER POSSIBLE EXCEPT
WHEN TO DO SO WOULD INJURE THEM OR OTHERS.
I apologized and did what I felt I had to do to correct the wrong.
I then had to give myself grace.
Even at the age of 61, I make mistakes, we all will
but  I can follow this wise old woman's advice
ATTITUDE AND GRATITUDE
and strive to the best little old lady I can grow up to be.


Saturday, February 22, 2025

I WILL ROCK YOU....

I knew it would happen, even with all the promises she made...
I knew that the day would come when Jilly would become a 
teenager and have so many plans that I would not be a priority.
Still, I was not prepared fully for it.
When she calls and has a free night and wants to come sleep, it is happening.
I miss the little girl who called to come sleep all the time
when family outweighed friends and practices, etc.
"Mumsie, how long will you rock me?"
Her little two year old self asked years ago.
"I will rock you as long as you let me,
I will rock you until your feet drag the ground,
I will rock you on the day you get married,
and I will rock you when my old body becomes timid
and your much stronger"
Because now, she has a life surrounded by people and friends,
she does not come sleep as often as she once did.
Rarely do we read in bed together and rarely
do we play 'foosh' (pillow fight). 
However, this morning as she awakened early to go to practice
she hopped in my lap and I rocked her.
Her body has grown to that of a teenager almost as tall as me
yet she still fits in my lap.
Its a great way to start a Saturday....
I will rock you, Jilly Bean for as long as I can.

Monday, February 17, 2025

50 YEARS OF SNL

 SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE
has been with us for fifty years!
I wonder if Lorn Michaels knew back then what a gem he had.
We can all probably remember a skit or twenty that we loved.
We can also argue about which was the best cast.
For me, SNL has followed me throughout periods of my life.
My first glimpse of it was as a very young girl,
staying up way past my bedtime as my older
sister prepared for their Saturday night ritual.
Usually it consisted of Chef Boyardi Pizza from a box.
My Daddy hated pizza and the smell of it 
so I didn't even know it existed until my teen sister
started making it on Saturday nights long after my Daddy was in bed.
SNL would come on and there was always a lot of laughing
and imitating. I didn't get the jokes back then but I am sure I laughed anyway.
Once I became a teenager, it became a part of my own Saturday night lineup.
We had Bill Murray, John Belushi, Gilda Radner...
some of them I didn't even know by these names but by their character names.
Hence, why my poor sister Roseanna started calling herself Rosie.
She was tired of everyone calling her Roseanna, Roseanna Danna.
When I did go out with friends on a Saturday night, 
it was usually not until I first saw who the musical guest would be.
Then I had my children.... 
and they began to watch SNL with me.
We had all their Nickelodeon shows...
ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK, Clarrisa, etc.
We watched them all but we also knew that
when 10:30 came around, it was going to be
buttered crackers and Saturday Night Live.
My children grew up with their own cast, that soon became mine:
Will Ferrel, Chris Farley, Adam Sandler... so many great ones.
"A van down by the river" was said a lot back then.
I remember when Chris Farley died not only I but my children were sad.
They were now old enough to understand the lifestyle of a comedian
was not always filled with laughter.
Laying with my kiddo's on the sofa many Saturday nights
still remain some of my favorite memories.
Like all children, they grew up but often there would
be a memory shared or reenacted  from the skits they grew up watching.
Now it is the grandgirls turn. While they may not sit and watch
all of SNL, they watch clips of the new and old.
When JoJo came to the Cottage one day singing
Adam Sandlers, Lunch lady song I knew her Dad was showing them clips.
When I began to tell her about Sandler's Hanukkah song,
she must have watched the clip ten times to learn it and
surprise her Daddy that she knew it.
I no longer sit beside a television on Saturday nights
waiting for 10:30 to come around.
You can bet though, that I will have clips on my phone of this show,
new and old. 
Whenever I smell Chef Boyardi Pizza 
or hear one of the girls say
"In a Van down by the River" 
I am brought back to a place I love.... in my heart.
Happy Birthday, SNL

Friday, February 14, 2025

The Mom I never knew...

 
(Mom with my oldest siblings, Larry and Simone)
Who is this woman who I called Momma?
Who was she as this young Mother to my older siblings?
I was born to her when she was 43 years old, 
certainly not the same woman she was in these photos.
By my birth, she already had children in their 20's.
As a child, I never thought of her as a young Mother to her first babies.
Now I wonder, who was this beautiful woman looking into the camera?
I can now only go by stories told to me by others.
This photo has always been one of my favorites.
It was taken after my Momma lost her full term still born baby, Rebecca.
My brother Peter was only a few years old and 
had been planning for his baby sister who would be coming soon.
when she was found to be stillborn, my parents
wanted to make sure he understood what happened to her
so they layed her body  out in our family home.
I see this young Momma, recuperating from a delivery 
of a child she would not raise.
My brother is so happy to be with his Momma
but she seems so sad.
Her Bibles also laying beside her.
I did not know this woman in the photo, 
I did not ask her the questions I would love to ask now?
What was that pain like having to bury children?


Then there is this one, Momma lying in Grand Isle,
perhaps sleeping while her photographer husband snaps a photo,
The momma I was raised with never played on a beach 
like this with so much confidence.
By the time I was born, Momma and Dad didn't show much affection.
Yet the old photos tell a story of a different time.
A man who loved his wife and believed she was so beautiful 
that he snapped many photos of her.
I love that idea!
Although, in my lifetime they were not very affectionate
there were things my Dad did for her that always
made me feel warm inside, so happy.
Every morning, Every morning....
My Daddy served my Momma coffee in bed.
She worked the evening shift at Randolph's restaurant 
and he let her sleep in and always enjoy her cup of coffee in bed.
Sometimes she would get up and join him 
but most often she layed in her bed and read while she
enjoyed her cup of brew.
Daddy always got us ready for school and it was 
rare that she was out of bed before the bus passed 
unless she was working the AM shift.
Today, being Valentine's Day I also 
have memories of Dad always buying her a heart shaped
box filled with chocolates.
He didn't buy for us kids, only for the one he loved, 
his wife, my Momma.
I believe that a deceased person lives on 
as long as someone is speaking of them.
Have the conversations, tell the stories, write them down
and share with others.
I wish I had more of those conversations with my Momma
but she will live on for generations to come
because I have shared her here.



Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Cheers to growing up!


Two weeks ago I found myself eating at Nobile's in Lutcher.
I sell art there at Ferry Landing Two
(visit if you can so much talent there!)
I love people watching and as much as I  love to "vey yay"
(sit around and talk)
I love company but I also love my own company.
Nobile's was packed and I almost changed my mind.
It had been a hard few weeks so I decided to just take my time,
sit and enjoy the atmosphere.
I was seated at a little table right across from this little group of ladies.
It would have been just like me to go up to them
and strike up a conversation but on this day I decided to just observe.
To say this encounter had me looking forward to growing up would be right.
There sat these 5 ladies all dressed up, hair fixed, make up and jewelry applied.
I could not hear most of their conversations but they laughed... a lot.
I found myself being drawn to their laughter
wondering what wonderful stories they might be sharing.
Did they grow up together? Were they friends as new Mothers?
were they cousins?... so many questions.
A few people stopped to talk to them and one in particular
had them flirting in a way that only older women can get away with.
The waitress came to ask them if they were done, 
probably because the place was packed and they needed that big table.
NO, indeed they were not done.
"We waiting for our coffee to have our dessert"
Oh my!
No where to be and not in a hurry to get there.
Either the waitress was new or she had not served the golden girls before.
As I finished up my meal, taking my own dessert home,
they took out their calendars, some were paper, some were phones.
These sweet little ladies were planning their next months gathering.
From this I knew this was not a one time thing but 
something they did every month.
I want to grow up to be just like that.
All the time in the world to sit around with all those I love
and make the Vey yay, with no time to get anywhere.
I can picture the days when my besties are retired and
we can also plan monthly outings.
Yes growing old is not for the weak hearted
but watching these sweet ladies has me
looking forward to growing up.




 

THE LOVE RUB

 A FEW DAYS AGO I WATCHED A REEL THAT SHOWED THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW  BY SMELL IF YOU GREW UP IN THE 70'S. I WENT DOWN A NOSTALGIC RABBIT...