moon

Full Moon

The blistering summer sun
gives way to the night.
I can smell the honey suckle
and gardenia wafting in the night air.
The heavens open up and the stars
make their appearance.
The nightingale croons its’ song to me.
The crickets join the chorus.
The grass is cool beneath my feet
the hustle and bustle of the hot summer
day gives way to the heavens above.
I look up and the moon smiles at me.
By: Patricia K.Salamone
double rainbow

Double Rainbow

double rainbow

I never realized that a double rainbow was unusual but apparently it is. This was captured by me in Naro, Sicily when we were visiting our family. It was taken from the back patio of our cousins patio at between 5:30 and 6:00am. I am posting it especially for a blogger ‘Little Lord Dandelion Books.’ However I hope all who see this enjoy the view. :o)

Hope and Peace

HOPE AND PEACE

In the wake of all that is going on, between the killing of human beings and an election that is pitting our united people, one against the other. This year promises to be quite a year. One that will or should make the History books, or the Comic books.

I am not a politician, but my government and this county is in trouble. Being born in 1943 I have seen some great men lead this country through some terrible times. I have lived through WWII, Korea, The Bay of Pigs, Viet Nam, The Gulf War and now the war on Terrorism.

I am an American, born right here on American soil. My Grand Parents on both sides came to this country to live free. They may not have been treated with kid gloves, but it didn’t matter. They were willing to work, pay taxes and were proud to become American Citizens. They learned English, studied to take the citizenship test and loved the American Flag. Their Sons enlisted in the Army, Navy, Marines, and Air Force, all serving with honor for America. Some were injured but made it home. They served our country with pride and dignity.

What is happening now makes me sad and scared. I used to feel safe but not any more. I often think, am I the only one who feel this way? It seems that the bottom line is all that matters these days. The following is something our decedents took to heart and I hope we still do.

“The men who do not become Americans and nothing else are hyphenated Americans; and there ought to be no room for them in this country. The man who calls himself an American citizen and who yet shows by his actions that he is primarily the citizen of a foreign land, plays a thoroughly mischievous part in the life of our body politic. He has no place here; and the sooner he returns to the land to which he feels… his real heart-allegiance, the better it will be for every good American.”
Theodore Roosevelt
Address to the Knights of Columbus
New York City- October 12th, 1915

Our government is suppose to be BY the people and For the people. I think some have lost sight of this.

This is America, my America, and your America. Do not let the politicians talk you into a false sense of security. Let us make sure they are honest and hold them to the task.

I HOPE we can accomplish this, and then and only then we will have PEACE.

GOD BLESS AMERICA, LAND OF THE FREE.

 

 

My aunt’s Gofundme page, she set it up for me.

Kawanee's Korner

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t post this on my own wall but I’ve been told it’s not self-serving and that I shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for help when I need it. I am not accustomed to asking for help and this is hard for me. However, due to the extended wait for Death Certificates, his remains from China and having no job I find that I am in need of help. I cannot get a job while I’m trying to arrange travel arrangements to another state and have a funeral.

My husband passed away in China on business, he wasn’t even 50 yrs old and had no health issues that we were aware of. This is a complete shock that has been followed by a long drawn out process. I think I am finally getting his belongings after a month. Still no definite date on when his ashes will be shipped…

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My aunt’s Gofundme page, she set it up for me.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t post this on my own wall but I’ve been told it’s not self-serving and that I shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for help when I need it. I am not accustomed …

Source: My aunt’s Gofundme page, she set it up for me.

 

 

This is for Kanawee Hamilton a fellow blogger who lost her husband recently while he was on business in China. Read the story, and please if you can send something. Every little bit helps.

first love

FIRST TRUE LOVE By:Patricia Salamone

I hesitated to write about this. It was so many years ago, but lasted a life time. I was sixteen when I met him, (I will refer to him as L.J.) he was 13 years older than me. I was an operator and he called for information and did not know the correct name, I told him that I would call him back with the information if he would like. L.J. was friendly and funny. I liked his voice, it sounded sincere and he had a beautiful laugh. He gave me his number and made me promise to call him. I did.

I called him back with the information on my lunch hour. He thanked me and then started chatting with me. He was funny and sweet all at the same time. I also promised to call him back the next day. L.J. was older than me by 13 years. He told me he loved my voice and asked me questions about my family. He also asked me how old I was. I told him the truth. I would be seventeen the following month. He told me he was twenty nine. He owned a company in New York City. He was single and lived with his family. Mother, Father, Brothers and a Sister.

We spoke almost daily for over a year. I was falling in love with a voice on the telephone.

He finally asked me to come to his home for Sunday dinner. He assured my parents he was not a killer or a nut. He did have a disability. He was blind. My parents agreed to let me go for dinner. They liked him immediately. I had a wonderful time. His family treated me like they knew me forever. L.J. was kind, funny, handsome, smart, and understanding. I fell in love with his family almost instantly.

The first time I kissed him was the following year at a New Years Eve party at his home. I was so in love with him, but did not have the nerve to tell him. I thought he would reject me because of our age difference, and I was an eighteen year old girl with no life experience. He was a grown man, and very worldly. I thought he felt the same way but he never told me so.

At eighteen I started going out with my friends and meeting other guys. However I still called L.J. and he never refused to take my calls. Our relationship or friendship, I really didn’t know what it was. It went on for years. When I was twenty I met a young man that  I thought I fell in love with. I called L.J. to let him know. I thought he would tell me that he loved me, but no. I married the following year.

We kept in touch for many years. He was there when I went through my divorce. He called me all the time trying to comfort me. I had been married for about ten years and had two children.

He called me one day to tell me he was getting married. I was silent. He asked me if I was happy for him. I told him no. I also finally told him how much I loved him since I was a teenager. Now it was his turn to get quiet. He asked me why I didn’t tell him. I told him I thought he would make fun of me. I asked him why he didn’t tell me. He told me he thought I would make fun of him, especially since he was so much older and blind to boot. We both cried. I wished him well and we said good bye for the last time.

I never forgot him, his imprint was always in my heart. He was my first true love. That was over thirty years ago.

Last night for some reason I had a dream about L.J.. It was such a beautiful dream and I felt so much love in it. When I woke up I was puzzled why I dreamt about him. I thought about him all day. Something made me punch his name in the computer, and their it was, his Obituary. He had passed away. I cried, again my heart was broken. Yet I felt his presence, I felt him hug me and said I will always love you L.J. RIP.

Pebbles

WASHED UP ON THE SHORE

WASHED UP ON THE SHORE
By: Patricia Salamone

Washed upon the shore from far away,
or have you been resting here for many a day.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

Did you come from deep below the sea,
or did you travel here from where I would like to be.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

Did a small child pick you up and plop you here one day,
so another child can pick you up and take you off to play.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

You feel so warm beneath my feet and smooth in my palm,
when I come here again you will probably be gone.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

If I pick you up and take you home with me,
will you tell me your story or will your story be me.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you

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THE AFFORDABLE PLUMBING ACT

Chicago Plumber, A friend sent this to me today

and I thought it worthy of posting.

Only weeks after leaving office on January 20, 2017, former President Barack Obama discovered a leak under his sink, so he called Troy the Plumber to come out and fix it.

Troy drove to President Obama’s new house, which is located in a very exclusive, gated community near Chicago, where all the residents have a net income of way more than $250,000 per year.

Troy arrived and took his tools into the house.  He was led to the guest bathroom that contained the leaky pipe under the sink.  Troy assessed the problem and told Obama that it was an easy repair & that will take less than 10 minutes.  Obama asked Troy how much it will cost.  Troy checked his rate chart and said, “$9,500.”

“What?!  $9,500?!” Obama asked, stunned, “But you said it’s an easy repair.  Michelle will whip me if I pay a plumber that much!”

Troy said, “Yes, but what I do is charge those who make more than $250,000 per year a much higher amount so I can fix the plumbing of poorer people for free.  This has always been my philosophy.  As a matter of fact, I lobbied the Democrat Congress, who passed this philosophy into law.  Now all plumbers must do business this way.  It’s known as the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act of 2014’.  I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it.”

In spite of that, Obama told Troy there’s no way he’s paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Troy left.  Obama spent the next hour flipping through the phone book calling for another plumber, but he found that all other plumbing businesses in the area have gone out of business.  Not wanting to pay Troy’s price, Obama does nothing and the leak goes un-repaired for several more days.  A week later the leak is so bad President Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink.

Michelle is not happy as she had Oprah and guests arriving the next morning.  The bucket filled up quickly and had to be emptied every hour, and there was a risk the room will flood, so Obama called Troy and pleaded with him to return.

Troy went back to Obama’s house, looked at the leaky pipe, checked his new rate chart and said, “Let’s see, this will now cost you $21,000.”
Obama quickly fired back, “What?  A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!”

Troy explained, “Well, because of the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act,’ a lot of wealthier people are learning how to maintain and take care of their own plumbing, so there are fewer payers in the plumbing exchanges.  As a result, the price I have to charge wealthy people like you keeps rising.  Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work by those who get it for free has skyrocketed!  There’s a long waiting list of those who need repairs, but the amount we get doesn’t cover our costs, especially paperwork and record-keeping.  This unfortunately has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, they’re not being replaced, and nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they can’t make any money at it.  I’m hurting too, all thanks to greedy rich people like you who won’t pay their ‘fair share’.  On the other hand, why didn’t you buy plumbing insurance last December?  If you had bought plumbing insurance available under the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act,’ all this would have been covered by your policy.”

“You mean I wouldn’t have to pay anything to have you fix my plumbing problem?” asks Obama.

“Well, not exactly,” replied Troy. “You would have had to buy the insurance before the deadline, which has passed now.  And, because you’re rich, you would have had to pay $34,000 in premiums, which would have given you a ‘silver’ plan, and then, since this would have been your first repair, you would have to pay up to the $21,000 deductible, and anything over that would have a $7,500 co-pay, and then there’s the mandatory maintenance program, which is covered up to 17.5%, so there are some costs involved.  Nothing is for free.”

“WHAT?!” exclaimed Obama.  “Why so much for a puny sink leak?!”

With a bland look, Troy replied, “Well, paperwork, mostly, like I said.  And the internal cost of the program itself.  You don’t think a program of this complexity and scope can run itself, do you?  Besides, there are millions of folks with lower incomes than you, even many in the ‘middle class’, who qualify for subsidies that people like you must support.  That’s why they call it the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act’!  Only people who don’t make much money can afford it.  If you want affordable plumbing, you’ll have to give away most of what you have accumulated and cut your and Michelle’s income by about 90%.  Then you can qualify to GET your ‘Fair Share’ instead of GIVING it.”

“But who would pass a crazy act like the ‘Affordable Plumbing Act’?!” exclaimed the exasperated Obama.

After a sigh, Troy replied, “Congress … because they didn’t read it.”