It is odd how our thoughts connect, one to the other. I saw the word "energize" and my mind conjured up a picture of the energizer bunny, with his little flip flops, beating on his drum. That picture brought back a memory from years ago when I was writing true stories about residents in Grants, NM. I had stopped by to ask a friend if I could interview him for a story. He was a little hesitant and asked me why I choose him. I replied, "You remind me of the energizer bunny, you just keep going and going. He then granted the interview. His story first appeared in the Cibola Beacon then in my current E-book, "Spirits of Cibola County". Now you can read it for yourself. enjoy!
Black Pearl
Always allow room to change your mind, sometimes you need time to think. With the diversity in Grants, New Mexico, one would assume that color is not an important issue. It probably isn't if one belongs to a majority group. Being black in a small town, that mostly is not, is a challenge that Frank has faced since he first set foot in Grants.
It was a December day in 1957 when Frank, his brother and a friend stepped out of a restaurant into the waiting arms of the local police department. He thought they were just being friendly. The group soon discovered jail was their destination.
The next day a call was made to a preacher in Farmington, NM, on their behalf. When the preacher determined they had been arrested for suspicion, he made some threats of his own, with positive results. He told the officer that he would send in the National Guard if they were not immediately released.
This was not the first or the last time Frank experienced prejudice in his lifetime. As a young man he was drafted into the Army at Fort Bliss. At the time it was still segregated. He recalled living off base in a run down motel room and being issued a meal ticket for food at a restaurant. Frank complained about the way he was treated, which attracted the attention of a commander. After talking about it, the commander saw his point and also recognized that he might be officer material.
Frank told him that he had really wanted to join the Air Force. He was granted a discharge and given a ticket home. Realizing that the Air Force was volunteer and noting that Fort Benning, Georgia was having serious racial problems, He chose not to report for duty. He was arrested as a deserter.After checking out the discharge papers, the judge released him. Because Frank had moved to another state, mail had problems catching up to him. It took ten years for the government to change his draft status.
Frank and his wife of 48 years have raised five children in Grants. He was a lead man at Kerr Megee and a crew leader at United Nuclear. At one point he had two auto repair shops and now owns and operates his own auto repair business. He wanted a business partly to give his children a place to work, if they had problems finding a job. One daughter is an expert Mechanic. Frank likes to give people a chance to work and encourages education.
He admits he has always stood up for himself as a h7uman being. When he was a teenager his parents really thought he would be killed. He looked people in the eye instead of at the ground. He also had white female friends, which was not tolerated.
Frank has the unique distinction of having Indian blood. He is one fourth Crow and one fourth Cherokee. When his family lived in Hobbs, NM blacks could go places Indians could not. People were afraid of the Indians, who often stayed with the blacks.
Frank is very active in his church and says that he lives his life from Genesis to Revelations. He likes to check on residents at the Good Samaritan Center. Visiting residents makes him realize his life is not so bad after all.
His goal for the future is for people to realize they are all children of God and are brothers and sisters. Frank shared the following story. He was driving several of his grandchildren in a truck one day and they were fighting about who would sit next to him. One child announced he was her grandfather and another made the emphatic point he was her grandfather too.
Frank believes prejudice of any kind is learned and we can make the choice to unlearn it. It is often safer to stay with the opinions of the majority rather than risk an individual view.
Friday, January 31, 2020
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
Spam calls
Like everyone else I am getting sick of these stupid spam calls. This morning I got yet another call asking to speak to my deceased ex-husband who had not lived at my address since 1999. I started laughing when he asked for Don. I told him he had the wrong number. Then he had the nerve to say, "Well then maybe you can help me." I said no, but he kept on talking. That's when I said, "Shut up!" and hung up my phone.
These calls are getting out of hand. I've been getting apple calls telling me my account has been suspended. I don't have anything apple!! The Microsoft and social security calls are a joke. The one that really pisses me off is the guy starting off with, "Hello grandma."
Enough already, just enough!!!!
These calls are getting out of hand. I've been getting apple calls telling me my account has been suspended. I don't have anything apple!! The Microsoft and social security calls are a joke. The one that really pisses me off is the guy starting off with, "Hello grandma."
Enough already, just enough!!!!
Sunday, January 26, 2020
The night before
One of my friends wrote a post about a conversation he had with someone the night before that person was to have a tumor removed. It started me thinking about the night before the four surgeries I have had. I find it odd that none of them involved a lot of fear.
My first surgery happened in 1942 or so and I was five or six. After all these years I clearly remember the night before my mastoid surgery. I was treated like a special person by my parents. My father allowed me to choose what I wanted for dinner and I chose fried smelt. It was a treat I loved. After dinner I was taken to the hospital to check in. I remember standing at the nurses station while my mother filled out the admitting papers. I also remember a nurse who didn't think I was going to survive surgery. Years later my mother confirmed that was true. I don't remember being afraid, just curious about what was going to happen. BTW, I survived!
My next surgery took place in 1989 and was a bit more traumatic. This time it was for endometrial cancer. By this time I was the mother of a ten year old daughter and her two older brothers, who were both in the military at the time. Early the day before I was scheduled for surgery I was admitted to the oncology floor of the hospital. I remember saying I had only had toast for breakfast and I was hungry. I wasn't allowed to eat anything, while my husband and daughter left to have lunch. I don't remember being nervous or fearful. I just wanted to get the surgery over with so I could get on with my life.
My next surgery happened in 2011 at our local hospital. I had been in pain for some time and I finally decided to get dressed and drive the short distance to the emergency room to see what was causing the pain. I remember being chewed out by the doctor in charge because I had waited so long and also because I had driven to the hospital by myself. At the time nobody was living with me except my two cats and they didn't drive. I needed someone to know where I was so I called a friend who came to check things out. While in the emergency room a male surgeon that I had known for years came into the room and said, "Barbara, what are you doing here?" I answered, "I am not sure." I was then informed he would be tending to my blocked bowel in about two hours. I still do not remember being fearful. If I had known I would be kept a prisoner in the hospital for two weeks I may have been!
My last surgery happened in 2015 and it was an elective hip surgery. I remember having to get out of bed in what I considered to be the middle of the night and take a shower with antibiotic soap- yuk! After getting dressed my friend drove me to Albuquerque to prepare for the surgery. I feel fortunate that my surgeon is considered one of the best in the four corners area. I remember him stopping by to check on me and writing his initials on my right hip. As he left he said, "I'll see you in there." Again, I do not remember any fear on my part.
My conclusion is I must have a built in measure of trust in the powers that be because it is 2020 and I am still here, attempting to accept what is in store for me.
My first surgery happened in 1942 or so and I was five or six. After all these years I clearly remember the night before my mastoid surgery. I was treated like a special person by my parents. My father allowed me to choose what I wanted for dinner and I chose fried smelt. It was a treat I loved. After dinner I was taken to the hospital to check in. I remember standing at the nurses station while my mother filled out the admitting papers. I also remember a nurse who didn't think I was going to survive surgery. Years later my mother confirmed that was true. I don't remember being afraid, just curious about what was going to happen. BTW, I survived!
My next surgery took place in 1989 and was a bit more traumatic. This time it was for endometrial cancer. By this time I was the mother of a ten year old daughter and her two older brothers, who were both in the military at the time. Early the day before I was scheduled for surgery I was admitted to the oncology floor of the hospital. I remember saying I had only had toast for breakfast and I was hungry. I wasn't allowed to eat anything, while my husband and daughter left to have lunch. I don't remember being nervous or fearful. I just wanted to get the surgery over with so I could get on with my life.
My next surgery happened in 2011 at our local hospital. I had been in pain for some time and I finally decided to get dressed and drive the short distance to the emergency room to see what was causing the pain. I remember being chewed out by the doctor in charge because I had waited so long and also because I had driven to the hospital by myself. At the time nobody was living with me except my two cats and they didn't drive. I needed someone to know where I was so I called a friend who came to check things out. While in the emergency room a male surgeon that I had known for years came into the room and said, "Barbara, what are you doing here?" I answered, "I am not sure." I was then informed he would be tending to my blocked bowel in about two hours. I still do not remember being fearful. If I had known I would be kept a prisoner in the hospital for two weeks I may have been!
My last surgery happened in 2015 and it was an elective hip surgery. I remember having to get out of bed in what I considered to be the middle of the night and take a shower with antibiotic soap- yuk! After getting dressed my friend drove me to Albuquerque to prepare for the surgery. I feel fortunate that my surgeon is considered one of the best in the four corners area. I remember him stopping by to check on me and writing his initials on my right hip. As he left he said, "I'll see you in there." Again, I do not remember any fear on my part.
My conclusion is I must have a built in measure of trust in the powers that be because it is 2020 and I am still here, attempting to accept what is in store for me.
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Isn't it amazing?
This morning I had an interesting exchange with my primary care person. I learned that he is not religious, not even especially spiritual, but considers himself an atheist. My response was, "okay". I suggested that he might like reading a copy of my first book, titled, Wake Up! Just last week I noticed that Amazon was still offering it at a very low price, so I ordered a copy. At the time I had no idea what I was going to do with it. That question has been answered.
I was supposed to provide a urine sample this morning, but for some reason that didn't work out. I told the nurse I would bring it in a bit later. Since it had been a fasting appointment for blood I had not had breakfast. I returned home and the first thing I did was get the sample ready. Then I sat down to a well earned cup of coffee and a snack.
While I was sitting at my computer a thought flashed in my mind. I know what I am supposed to do with that book. The purchase of this book turned out to be an amazing and interesting experience. For some reason Amazon decided there was a problem with the delivery and refunded the shipping charge and tax, leaving a total of $3.53. There was no problem that I could see, but never look a gift horse in the mouth is my motto!
Back to this morning- I took the, now signed book, the urine sample and returned to the doctor's office. I left the sample and gave the book to the nurse, asking her to give it to my primary care person.
Later, glancing at my author copy of , Wake Up!, I began reading to myself from chapter one. I was so impressed with what I read I decided to share it.
While waiting to be born, my creator either spoke to me in a foreign tongue or whispered so softly it took sixty years to figure out what was said. I believe I was told to learn to love. No instructions were given and I was on my own. It took 60 years of determination and a desire to succeed to find the right path.
I have since learned to be open to new experiences like a little child on Christmas morning. Accepting new concepts has increased my family circle beyond my imagination. I have found that believing in the impossible makes almost anything happen.
I was supposed to provide a urine sample this morning, but for some reason that didn't work out. I told the nurse I would bring it in a bit later. Since it had been a fasting appointment for blood I had not had breakfast. I returned home and the first thing I did was get the sample ready. Then I sat down to a well earned cup of coffee and a snack.
While I was sitting at my computer a thought flashed in my mind. I know what I am supposed to do with that book. The purchase of this book turned out to be an amazing and interesting experience. For some reason Amazon decided there was a problem with the delivery and refunded the shipping charge and tax, leaving a total of $3.53. There was no problem that I could see, but never look a gift horse in the mouth is my motto!
Back to this morning- I took the, now signed book, the urine sample and returned to the doctor's office. I left the sample and gave the book to the nurse, asking her to give it to my primary care person.
Later, glancing at my author copy of , Wake Up!, I began reading to myself from chapter one. I was so impressed with what I read I decided to share it.
While waiting to be born, my creator either spoke to me in a foreign tongue or whispered so softly it took sixty years to figure out what was said. I believe I was told to learn to love. No instructions were given and I was on my own. It took 60 years of determination and a desire to succeed to find the right path.
I have since learned to be open to new experiences like a little child on Christmas morning. Accepting new concepts has increased my family circle beyond my imagination. I have found that believing in the impossible makes almost anything happen.
Monday, January 20, 2020
If it doesn't fit
I have been thinking about the picture of O.J. Simpson holding up his gloved hands and saying, "If it doesn't fit you must acquit." Admittedly, that's an odd thing to remember after so many years, but it caused me to rethink the name of my online writing group, "Write On".
The name came from a local writing group I created in 2011. The group was called, "Write On People". and no longer exists. I used part of the name when I created my online group a little over a year ago. Lately I have been frustrated because so few of the members have been participating. I finally decided the name might be intimidating to some of the members. It was never my idea to attract professional writers. I simply wanted to give people a safe place to express themselves in writing.
This past week I noticed that more than one member who we had not heard from in sometime had taken the opportunity to express themselves. It was a refreshing change. Thinking about how I could encourage more of this I thought about changing the name of the group. After checking with other members I did change it to, "Let's Chat".
O.J. Simpson was right, "If it doesn't fit etc..."
The name came from a local writing group I created in 2011. The group was called, "Write On People". and no longer exists. I used part of the name when I created my online group a little over a year ago. Lately I have been frustrated because so few of the members have been participating. I finally decided the name might be intimidating to some of the members. It was never my idea to attract professional writers. I simply wanted to give people a safe place to express themselves in writing.
This past week I noticed that more than one member who we had not heard from in sometime had taken the opportunity to express themselves. It was a refreshing change. Thinking about how I could encourage more of this I thought about changing the name of the group. After checking with other members I did change it to, "Let's Chat".
O.J. Simpson was right, "If it doesn't fit etc..."
Sunday, January 19, 2020
A different opinion
This morning I saw something that explains the difference between religion and spirituality. I know not everyone will agree, especially since it is Sunday. That is their option. The picture showed an ocean with religion represented by a bowl of fish and spirituality represented by a fish swimming freely.
I have nothing against people who need a church. I spent 20 years going to Catholic services until the day I realized that I had a one on one relationship with my Creator and I didn't need a priest to interrupt for me.
Having accepted that one on one relationship also gained me a relationship with my guide and fellow angels and even a couple of Archangels. I did not need a building to make that happen. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, but these are mine.
Happy Sunday!
I have nothing against people who need a church. I spent 20 years going to Catholic services until the day I realized that I had a one on one relationship with my Creator and I didn't need a priest to interrupt for me.
Having accepted that one on one relationship also gained me a relationship with my guide and fellow angels and even a couple of Archangels. I did not need a building to make that happen. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, but these are mine.
Happy Sunday!
Saturday, January 18, 2020
A change of pace
I love making soup in the winter. I just found a recipe for one that is a bit different. I tried it and it is wonderful, so I am sharing with my readers. Try it you will love it!
Get Well Wild Rice Soup
2 Tbl olive oil
8 oz. mushrooms thinly sliced (I used Portabello)
2 carrots diced
2 ribs celery diced
1 small white onion diced
3 cloves garlic minced
6 cups chicken broth
1 1/2 cups uncooked wild rice
1 bay leaf
1 cup half and half or heavy cream
1/2 tsp. thyme
Kosher salt & ground pepper to taste
In large pot or dutch oven heat olive oil. Add mushrooms, onions, carrots and celery. Cool until starting to soften (3-5 Min.) Add garlic cook about 1 min. Stir in chicken stock, rice, bay leaf and bring to a boil. Simmer over med.-low heat 25-30 minutes. Stir in heavy cream and thyme. Season to taste with salt & pepper. Enjoy!
Get Well Wild Rice Soup
2 Tbl olive oil
8 oz. mushrooms thinly sliced (I used Portabello)
2 carrots diced
2 ribs celery diced
1 small white onion diced
3 cloves garlic minced
6 cups chicken broth
1 1/2 cups uncooked wild rice
1 bay leaf
1 cup half and half or heavy cream
1/2 tsp. thyme
Kosher salt & ground pepper to taste
In large pot or dutch oven heat olive oil. Add mushrooms, onions, carrots and celery. Cool until starting to soften (3-5 Min.) Add garlic cook about 1 min. Stir in chicken stock, rice, bay leaf and bring to a boil. Simmer over med.-low heat 25-30 minutes. Stir in heavy cream and thyme. Season to taste with salt & pepper. Enjoy!
Friday, January 17, 2020
If I had a mentor
In 1999, after helping me end a 40 year addiction to nicotine, a friend loaned me his copy of Richard Bach's, Illusions. I do not know what his reason was, but reading the book caused an avalanche in my life. I began writing myself and have not stopped for twenty years.
Over the years I have collected several of Mr. Bach's books. but I still love Illusions, (the adventures of a reluctant messiah). After checking him out on Google I saw there is one that I missed, The Messiah's Handbook. I could have ordered a Kindle version, but I wanted a copy of the real thing. So I ordered it!
I found it interesting that he is one year older than I am, born in 1936. I am quite sure I will never meet him but, If I had a mentor it would be Richard Bach.
Over the years I have collected several of Mr. Bach's books. but I still love Illusions, (the adventures of a reluctant messiah). After checking him out on Google I saw there is one that I missed, The Messiah's Handbook. I could have ordered a Kindle version, but I wanted a copy of the real thing. So I ordered it!
I found it interesting that he is one year older than I am, born in 1936. I am quite sure I will never meet him but, If I had a mentor it would be Richard Bach.
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Follow your dream?
I don't often remember my dreams, but this morning I woke up thinking about one I had just experienced. I know dreams are supposed to give the dreamer a message. I really can't figure this one out.
There was a man, but I don't know who he was. He was trying to get me to do something with an unusual mix of tools. I don't get it boss!
The tools I had were yellow paint, a black marker and two small plaques made from wood. I found it strange that yellow used to be my favorite color. It is also a chakra color meaning the ability to channel. Perhaps the marker represents the ability to write and the plaques are a form of paper to create.
I suppose putting it all together it does have meaning that I still need to sort out.
There was a man, but I don't know who he was. He was trying to get me to do something with an unusual mix of tools. I don't get it boss!
The tools I had were yellow paint, a black marker and two small plaques made from wood. I found it strange that yellow used to be my favorite color. It is also a chakra color meaning the ability to channel. Perhaps the marker represents the ability to write and the plaques are a form of paper to create.
I suppose putting it all together it does have meaning that I still need to sort out.
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Monday, January 13, 2020
Bad habits
I just realized it has been almost 21 years since the day I made the firm decision to stop a 40 year addiction to cigarettes. In all that time I have never been tempted to pick up the habit again. Since it is the beginning of another decade and people are making all kinds of promises to themselves to eliminate bad habits I am going to re-post something I wrote several years ago to inspire others to follow my lead.
I KILLED MY BEST FRIEND
For a variety of reasons I grew
up having very little self-esteem. When I graduated from high school I had no
clue what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life. I had been an average
student who finished school because it was expected. At 19 I was a very lonely
person who desperately needed a best friend.
The friend I choose for the next
forty years was three inches tall, smelled bad, controlled my life and led me
in the direction of poor health. The relationship was what would be considered
abusive today. At the beginning no one warned me of danger and in all those
years nobody offered to help me let go of my destructive companion.
There were of course, those who
shook their heads and fingers at me making rude comments about how disgusting
this relationship was. They probably thought they were helping, but they only
made me angry and caused me to stubbornly refuse to let go.
When I was 62 years old I looked
in the mirror and did not like what I saw. I decided I did not deserve to be
controlled by an object that could not possibly move from my hand to my mouth
without my help. I realized I was the only one who could end the relationship
and I have never been sorry that I did.
Believe me when I say, the only
way you will successfully stop smoking or any other negative addiction is to
become self centered and care about yourself. Whoever you are, believe that you
are a valuable person who deserves the very best life has to offer.
There are many people around you
who want to help. The hardest thing you have to do is learn to care about
yourself and be willing to accept their help. I know from personal experience
that once you do that the rest is a breeze.
Do you really want a best friend
who is three inches tall, smells bad, controls your life and is leading you in
the direction of poor health and perhaps death? If the answer is no, follow my
example and give yourself permission to live the healthy life you deserve.
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Saturday, January 11, 2020
A soul connection
For some time I have been reading Kindle books. Hey it's cheaper than buying books and I live in a small town with not a single book store. Lately I have been getting a little bored with the preface of the books I am reading. They all seem to be about a person going back to the town they grew up in and meeting their long lost love. Seriously can't authors come up with something a little better?
I recently connected with a new Facebook friend, Jack Armstrong, who administers the online group, "A Community of Light". He has also written a book titled, "Lessons from the Source". He claims to have received messages for years directly from the Creator. After years of debating what to do with these messages he compiled them in this book. After reading the book, I believe him. I recommend this book to anyone who is on a conscious spiritual path and needs direction on how to continue.
One of the reasons I believe him is because I am aware that writing this blog has been inspired by the same source. It is the reason it is called subconscious messages. In 2009 when I created it I had no idea what I was doing. Now I know I was opening up a channel to allow me to share what I was receiving from another source. I have always thought it was my guide, whom I call Richard, but perhaps I was wrong.
I laugh at people who believe God wrote the bible. He did not! People just like you and me wrote the bible. So they wore funny clothes and sandals, but they were still people, chosen to share the "word of God", in their own language. Another thing that makes me laugh is the thought that God is the greatest people user that ever existed, and he is!
So among other things, today I am grateful for my soul connection with Jack Armstrong.
I recently connected with a new Facebook friend, Jack Armstrong, who administers the online group, "A Community of Light". He has also written a book titled, "Lessons from the Source". He claims to have received messages for years directly from the Creator. After years of debating what to do with these messages he compiled them in this book. After reading the book, I believe him. I recommend this book to anyone who is on a conscious spiritual path and needs direction on how to continue.
One of the reasons I believe him is because I am aware that writing this blog has been inspired by the same source. It is the reason it is called subconscious messages. In 2009 when I created it I had no idea what I was doing. Now I know I was opening up a channel to allow me to share what I was receiving from another source. I have always thought it was my guide, whom I call Richard, but perhaps I was wrong.
I laugh at people who believe God wrote the bible. He did not! People just like you and me wrote the bible. So they wore funny clothes and sandals, but they were still people, chosen to share the "word of God", in their own language. Another thing that makes me laugh is the thought that God is the greatest people user that ever existed, and he is!
So among other things, today I am grateful for my soul connection with Jack Armstrong.
Thursday, January 9, 2020
Social media
I'm wondering today if social media is a good thing or a bad thing. There is so much junk that comes through that it is hard to know what to believe anymore. Lately I am amazed at the number of posts that show pictures of missing children, women being abducted, fires and natural disasters all over the world. Are they all true? I know some of them are really old and are now being presented as new news.
I also know social media has caused a problem with more than one of my relationships that should have remained private.
On the good side, social media is the reason that I can travel around the world and visit with friends in other countries without leaving home. It is the reason I have an online writing group, giving members an opportunity to share their ideas with like minded members. It is also the reason I have been able to publish three E-books on Amazon free of charge.
So I guess social media isn't all bad or all good. It is somewhere in the middle. The middle is a good place to be!
I also know social media has caused a problem with more than one of my relationships that should have remained private.
On the good side, social media is the reason that I can travel around the world and visit with friends in other countries without leaving home. It is the reason I have an online writing group, giving members an opportunity to share their ideas with like minded members. It is also the reason I have been able to publish three E-books on Amazon free of charge.
So I guess social media isn't all bad or all good. It is somewhere in the middle. The middle is a good place to be!
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Hitching a ride
Yesterday I hitched a ride to Albuquerque with friends because I had a dermatology checkup. They both had eye exams in the morning. The weather was beautiful for January. I had a long time to wait for their appointments to end and I sat in the waiting room of the large facility and read my kindle story. I occasionally looked up to take in the sights around me. People watching is sometimes a fun game.
What I saw was mostly older people wondering around on various kinds of contraptions. Many used walkers or canes, some used crutches. One lady had a leg up on what looked like a pink scooter of some kind. The man that really got my attention was a very overweight man in a hospital gown, being rolled down the hallway on a gurney to the optical store.
As I sat in my chair I couldn't help giving thanks that at the age of 82 I can still walk around, unaided, when so many can't. Of course I have pains that can cause problems, but I try to ignore them as much a possible.
I believe that concentrating on the good instead of the bad is the key to living a better life. As I went to my own dermatology appointment I noticed that the things I thought needed attention were just normal skin problems due to my age. Can't do anything about that!
What I saw was mostly older people wondering around on various kinds of contraptions. Many used walkers or canes, some used crutches. One lady had a leg up on what looked like a pink scooter of some kind. The man that really got my attention was a very overweight man in a hospital gown, being rolled down the hallway on a gurney to the optical store.
As I sat in my chair I couldn't help giving thanks that at the age of 82 I can still walk around, unaided, when so many can't. Of course I have pains that can cause problems, but I try to ignore them as much a possible.
I believe that concentrating on the good instead of the bad is the key to living a better life. As I went to my own dermatology appointment I noticed that the things I thought needed attention were just normal skin problems due to my age. Can't do anything about that!
Saturday, January 4, 2020
A good idea
Awhile back I read about a community that tacked used coats to trees for the homeless. I thought that was a really good idea. Giving it more thought I wondered what I could do along the same lines. Before Christmas I used all the leftover yarn I had to crochet adult beanies. I took them to the park and put them in a plastic bag with a note for the homeless. Yesterday I noticed that they were gone. Hopefully they were picked up by those they were intended for.
So I thought perhaps that had been a good idea.
I purchased a jumbo skein of yarn in a color that would work for either male or females. I began crocheting and now I have a half dozen beanies plus a couple of scarves that I haven't used in two years. I will keep producing them until I have used all the yarn. I plan to put them in a plastic bag with a note to the homeless to help with our unusually cold weather. Because of observation I know where these people hang out to try to stay a tiny bit warm. Every little bit helps!
So I thought perhaps that had been a good idea.
I purchased a jumbo skein of yarn in a color that would work for either male or females. I began crocheting and now I have a half dozen beanies plus a couple of scarves that I haven't used in two years. I will keep producing them until I have used all the yarn. I plan to put them in a plastic bag with a note to the homeless to help with our unusually cold weather. Because of observation I know where these people hang out to try to stay a tiny bit warm. Every little bit helps!
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
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