Computer blues, etc.
I’m not lost; have managed to get on now and then to make a few comments but generally having some difficulty with computer and/or AOL kicking me off (or not letting me on in the first place) which is very frustrating in the middle of a post. So, I’ll try again.
Betsy still seems fine; no further seizures. Thanks to everyone again for the good thoughts and concern. I “know” at 13 she doesn’t have too many years left but it never really hit me til last week.
I have been behaving fairly well food-wise…..no major transgressions with exception of a handful of M&M’s. Made gym both Fri. and today; full sessions. Volunteered at races both Sat. and Sun. and went to HallowScream on Sat. night.
Ellabella was writing about her family and their start in America and I started thinking about my family. My mom (b.1914) was German (her mom) and Irish (her dad)….to her the German was fine, the Irish (Casey) to be ashamed of—her parents met at a dance, her dad 10 yrs. older and a great dancer, but also a drinker, not nasty, just a wee bit too fond of it. My dad (b.1909) was English, Dutch, and Welsh. His grandfather sailed from Swansea, Wales as a stowaway at 10 (can you just imagine what his parents felt?) because he missed his older sister who had already come to America—when discovered, he was put to work for the ship captain to earn his passage. Part of his story is that during a great storm at sea he was tied to the mast to keep him from being washed overboard. Family names there are Fine (one of Pa.’s governors was related ) and Sherrin (the one who sailed from Swansea). I wish now that I asked more questions and listened more.
Last Thurs. we did our usual volunteer stint at the stable. My daughter was assigned to leading a fairly independent rider on that thoroughbred she loves (the one who took off with her). The local Navy fighter base was doing touch and gos with a flight pattern over us and these F-18’s are very noisy. Halfway thru, the horse reared, the child came off, kicking my dau. (who was dangling in air at that point) in the head on her way to the ground. When she touched ground again, A. got the horse away from the child before it was stepped on and got pulled up in the air one more time by the horse rearing before she got it settled down for good. Watching your child hanging from a lead rope on a rearing horse is more than a bit disconcerting; and to think I thought I had found some nice safe horses for her to be around. Believe me, this was never mentioned in orientation!!! The child has broken two bones-radius and ulna, poor kid. Everyone on staff ( it happened that the director was there) was impressed with the way A. handled the horse and said she did exactly what was needed….me, I was terrified and I still am. All I could do was stand there and watch and hold on to the horse I was leading and keep out of the way. Of course the other kids were affected to different degrees so the night was pretty much a bust after that. Even the 2nd session was affected.
Here’s to peace and calm, chickadees……
October 16th, 2007 at 8:42 am
Oh my stars! I cannot even imagine how terrifying it must have been to see that happen with your child. Is it your daughter that broke the two bones or the child she was helping? Either way, I hope they heal quickly, Like the staff and everybody else, I’m sure, I am really impressed with your daughter handled the whole situation. What a fine person you have raised. I love family history stories, and yours is very interesting. I went to school (MSU) in E. Lansing, and I’m wondering if I knew the bar you mentioned. Did it have a big downstairs stage/bar area right across from the the campus? I left for Africa before I finished at MSU and didn’t get back until I was 33. Hope Betsy is doing okay!
October 16th, 2007 at 10:49 am
It was the disabled child who broke the 2 bones in her arm. She is 14, poor girl, just a yr. younger than A. They were going to let the swelling go down and cast her this week.
The Brewery was on Mi. Ave. just east of Frandor and on the other side of the street and west of campus. The only 2 story place I can remember was The Stables but that was east of campus; toward Okemos. There was also a sandwich place called Hobies nearer campus that I loved; never had a ham sandwich so good. Also a place called Lum’s. I was in Mi. from 72 til 79, spent time off and on in E. Lansing and on campus. We may have passed each other on the street!!!
October 16th, 2007 at 12:28 pm
Thanks for the answer! I’ll send up good thoughts and a prayer for both girls and for the horse.
LOL (I never use those acronyms, I always feel like a fraud! LOL ;)), we probably did cross paths.
October 16th, 2007 at 7:43 pm
Welcome back. Glad the doggy is feeling ok.
October 17th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
I hope the girl who broke her arm isn’t too terrified to get back on the horse. I fell off my horse at 10 and broke my arm, I think it scared my mom much more than me. I’m glad Betsy isn’t having any more problems.