....and to Papa, we miss you and send you our love always.......
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Snow!
Scary snow and ice yesterday...did a 360 on Cerrillos Road yestreday, just glad no one was around me because there was no stopping! But SO pretty and just in time for the holidaze!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving!
So grateful for having such wonderful parents, for my one-and-only Edward and the daughter and family we share, for Tom's successful results, for Sheila's continued health, for Terry's good nature, for Ellen channeling Mom, for Chris' endurance, and for the whole gang of in-laws whom I genuinely love. Wishing you love and all the blessings of the day!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
She Scores!
Pellie starts her Scrabble victory using ALL her letters and goes on to defeat her big sister, who hastens to add, by ONE POINT!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Night Bloom
Whenever I receive the gift of a single bloom filling the air with its perfume for one brief night, I consider it a precious visit from Mother.....
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Birthday Pellie!
Wishing Baby Sistah a fantastic day full of celebration, costumes and chocolate!
Happy Halloween
A peacock princess
And ninja too
Wish a Happy Halloween
To you!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Ohio State Tickets
Daniel has a birthday coming up (Oct 27). I thought a nice present would be tickets to an OSU game. Being a new student, he did not have an opportunity to purchase tickets. They were all sold out by June. Does anyone have connections to any Ohio friends that might be willing to sell 2-4 tickets? The most preferable would be to the Wisc game on the 29th of Oct. Thanks - Cheryl
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
For redheads to know!
Pellie, had you heard of this in the recovery room? News to me!
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/06/the-pain-of-being-a-redhead/
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/06/the-pain-of-being-a-redhead/
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Others Make Zozobra Too!
Seen at the Pet Parade today...along with Smurfs, a three-legged dog AND a three-legged man, more dogs in skirts than you could count, live geese and plastic geese, chickens, marching bands, the Muppets, Alice in Wonderland, tree huggers and much much more....
Friday, September 9, 2011
Day Late, Dollar Short
....but Best Birthday wishes, nonetheless, to Terry...who still has Mom's voicemail birthday greeting on her cell phone...and who could ask for a better birthday wish than that!!!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Interesting News
Perhaps Papa didn't start soon enough? Ah, who knows, today's news is frequently debunked on the morrow...but....
http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/333548/title/Antidepressants_show_signs_of_countering_Alzheimer%E2%80%99s
http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/333548/title/Antidepressants_show_signs_of_countering_Alzheimer%E2%80%99s
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
An Anniversary Bouquet
May each of us living buds bloom as soft and full and fragrant as our parents did...each soul perfuming the air with love and kindness o'er the one brief night each fragile flower is given......
Those who love us never leave us...here is how we find them....
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
64 Years
Today would have been a Happy 64th Anniversary to our beloved mom and dad. Together forever.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Putt Putt Party
We had a birthday party for Evan at Putt4Fun. I think all of the boys had a blast. It was a great place for a party. Adam, our party captain, did all the work! The evening was capped off with a sleepover with Joey, so our 8 year old is one happy boy!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Sarah - I Just Want to Be at UD
Hi everyone - Sarah posted this on the Dayton Flyer facebook in response to a rap a couple of boys put up. She knocked it off in about an hour-I thought she did a great job. The anticipation of that first semester of college is so fun! Where have the years gone? Cheryl
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
As if Mary Lou Tesauro Wasn't Enough...
I received the IHM newsletter today and there in the "In Memorium" section was Sr. Mary Samuel. I vividly remember (and this is me talking, not Terry:) Sr. Mary Samuel coming for a visit with Auntie Rie and playing a game with Tom and Beddy Bear. Timing is everything.
Monday, July 25, 2011
It's a Small World After All...
Terry had a fun experience today. She was shooting something for Good Company in Chagrin Falls and a local woman was curious about what the camera crew was doing. The cameraman referred the woman to the producer. Terry said, "Hi, I'm Terry" and the woman responded "Are you Terry Moir?" Apparently, the red hair was a good clue to Terry's identity. That woman was Sam and Mary Lou Tesauro's daughter. Mary Lou Tesauro was Auntie Rie's best friend since childhood. Turns out that this woman had just moved her parents from Michigan to Hamlet Hills in Chagrin Falls. They are 90. Moments like these are just such a blast!
Friday, July 8, 2011
How I wish I Could Have Seen This!
Space shuttle Atlantis takes off on final trip after 30 years of space mission! That was an item on the bucket list that will never be fulfilled...
Monday, July 4, 2011
Oh Say Can You See....
Be safe and have fun, and keep your hose handy for sparks...let poor NM be an object lesson...
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Here comes another one... .
Dobber done did it...four graduates of assorted flavors in one year, nice work all!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Birthday Love
Happy Birthday to my wonderful Mom--the best of the best. Oh how I wish I was more like you. Love you always!
Happy 88, Mom!
If you turn an "8" on its side, it becomes an infinity sign; those of us who watched Ben Casey remember that tidbit! And Mom, you get two of those this year for your 88th birthday, so know that our love for you is infinite! Happy Birthday, Gus!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Father's Day, Pops!
Hoisting a brew to you, Dad, and wishing you were here so we could celebrate you in person! You are with us in spirit always, but you are remembered especially today for all the goodness you gave to us. Thanks, Papa, we love you always!
Monday, June 6, 2011
And Then There Were Two...
Another of the 1993ers is an official high school graduate. Congratulations to Sarah! Her celebratory dinner was at the Olive Garden--dee-licious! What is it with the Italian food, 1993ers? And now on to Dayton!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
High School Graduate
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Sarah's prom pictures
Hi Moirs, Tom and I weren't able to be with Sarah for prom festivities because it conflicted with Rachel's graduation. Sarah came to the first half of graduation, then Dan drove her back to Dexter. As Sarah put it, "Dan was awesome. He saved my life. When my strap broke he rushed around the house until he found a safety pin and fixed it for me." I thought you guys might enjoy seeing the pictures. We are recovering from another basement flooding episode - UH, and preparing for graduation on the 5th!
Missing Our Mother
Today, Santa Fe dawned warm and almost humid, a day that felt like so many spent in Cleveland with someone so loving and so beloved. Mom, you are always remembered and forever missed....
Remembering
Family...Mommy, I want to go visit Grammie...Sonia at the table...Happy Birthday, Buff...Hail Mary, full of grace...Good Bye...the tears...Glenville...the one armed man...the rain; Mother Nature joining the Moirs in sadness.
Love and miss you forever Mom!
Love and miss you forever Mom!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Evelina's First Scrabble Game
Time for some new blood on the Scrabble board! Sheila beat her by a mere 7 points! And dig her "Q" word, great way to expand vocabulary and spelling! And, yes, Maddie lost!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
So Long, Sistah!
She was here, the visit's done!
She brought us rain, we gave her sun!
They headed west to have more fun,
The sistah sum is back to one!
Hasta la Vista, Sheila!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Congratulations, Rachel!
A college graduate from the New Generation! Congrats, Rockie! You have moved your tassle from right to left, and Grammie and Papa are smiling down at your mortarboard!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Let's hope so...
"My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it" Mark Twain
Monday, May 9, 2011
Hail Mary, Gentle Woman
Just came from the May Crowning at Saint Francis of Assisi. Many memories as the choir sang.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
First Holy Communion and a Tribute to Papa
Happy Mother's Day
In honor of our blessed mother, Happy Mother's Day to all of my sisters, by blood, by marriage, and by friendship. You inspire and support me in all my endeavors. I went to visit the BGM today. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and Mom was there all around me.
Mom, we remember...
We remember snuggle bunnies - how kind you were to let little people disturb your well-deserved rest. We remember enough home-made french fries for six hungry scarfers, followed all over again in that greasy old fry pan for you and Dad. We remember flower girls, lily girls, six first communions and confirmations - all those new white shoes! We remember the farm garden, when everyone who knew you even passingly got fresh tomatoes and corn. We remember your quote that as soon as you hit North Park, you forgot you had kids - good for you to escape the madness! We remember the cardinals outside the kitchen window, a simple thing calling forth the easy joy that was your special gift. We remember consoling college phone calls as we all began to experience the other half of your child-rearing philosophy: "First you teach them to walk, then you teach them to walk away." We remember having you come visit us for vacations when we could finally return the favor with food and fun. We remember the pleasure you took in patiently sending that winding spider flying across the floor over and over again for your grandchildren to chase. We remember your stoic acceptance of the lessons that aging brought, lessons we ourselves have begun to learn. And we remember the hardest part of all, saying good-bye when you bravely let go.
You are remembered every day in so many ways....bless you, Mom, for everything!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Que Viva el Cinco de Mayo!
Time for margaritas! Especially to celebrate Sistah Sheila coming to NM! Looking forward to my sibling visitor from Maine in 10 days!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
An Easter Gift
I went down to ABQ this morning for the last Sunday morning of my "month of Sundays," trying to determine if I could really host a six-hour classical music show every Sunday. Well, actually...I can't! Two+ hours to drive there and back and six hours on the air equals a day of work (free, I might add, being public radio), not to mention the $15 in gas. Too bad this opportunity is not here in Santa Fe, because then it would be a snap, even with the time commitment. I did realized, though, that doing it in college made more sense; one was already living in segments of hours that varied throughout the week. It has been delightful, however, to get to know Dorothy, the current host; 78-years old, funny and self-deprecating, with 20 years at the controls, and a real wealth of classical music at her fingertips. Although she is not really Mom's generation, I know part of the attraction is the Mom-factor of an older, wiser head. Today, when I programmed my one hour, the last piece I had planned for the finish was Handel's Hallelujah (well, it IS Easter, after all), but the CD player simply would not cue up. I needed a short little piece, and out comes Dorothy with Cesar Franck's Panis Angelicus, yes, that one...thank you, Dorothy, for the gift! For your listening pleasure, with a special nod to Kristen Moir:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a11YheB2zM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a11YheB2zM
Easter Blessings
May this season of redemption and rebirth find you in the company of those whom you love! Happy Easter, Moir Family, wherever you may be!
Happy Easter
Thinking of the old days when we all went scurrying through the house looking for our Easter baskets. Is it in the oven? Or behind the chair? The tradition continues in the Mastrangelo house.
Happy Easter to all!
Happy Easter to all!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
More info for the curious
Alzheimer's info from the NY Times:
http://newoldage.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/04/21/a-few-questions-about-the-new-alzheimers-criteria/
http://newoldage.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/04/21/a-few-questions-about-the-new-alzheimers-criteria/
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I'm Not Saying They're Related, But...
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
For Future Reference
No, no Namenda! http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/04/12/alzheimers-drug-_n_848039.html?ref=fb&src=sp
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sad News
For all those who remember, Phil Zito passed away last week. He was Mom's buddy from the produce department at Heinen's. They exchanged Christmas cards for years after Phil retired. Another reminder of how times have changed and how Mom could make a friend anywhere.
Monday, April 4, 2011
From the Writers Almanac
I don't think I'd wear Papa's boxers, but this poem is very expressive of the feeling of loss...
The Boxers
by Cathy Smith Bowers
When my father, after twenty years, came home
to die, circling, circling, like an animal
we believed extinct, it was my crazy aunt
who took him in, who told later
how the taxi had dumped him
bleached and whimpering on her porch.
And she who had not lived with him
thought his sons and daughters cruel
not to come when he began to call our names.
He died, and soon after, a package in brown wrapping
arrived at my address. My sister, who did not
attend the funeral, kept urging me to open it
and I kept saying I would, soon. Every day
when I came home from work, there it was
sitting at my back door, the remnants
of my father's life—years in the mill
spinning and doffing, then drinking into morning
as he railed at the walls, the cotton
still clinging to his fists. Weeks had passed
when finally my sister and I, after two stiff bourbons,
began to rip the paper, slowly in strips
like archaeologists unclothing a mummy.
And all that was there were a few plaid flannels,
the jacket to a leisure suit, and a pair of boxers,
white and baggy, Rorschached in urine—a smaller size,
my sister said, than the way she remembered him.
Then she offered to drop the things at the Salvation Army
store she passed on her way home. In July
we went shopping for swim suits and I could
see her in the curtained stall across from mine.
She was pulling her slip over her head when I saw
she was wearing them, her thighs like the pale stems
of mushrooms emerging from the boxers' billowy
legs, whiter, softer now, washed clean. I still
can't say why my sister, that day in the Salvation
Army store, glanced up, as I've imagined,
to see if anyone was watching
before she slipped those boxers from the soiled heap
of our father's clothes. Nor why
I took so long to open that package, both wanting
and fearing whatever lay inside. Like a child
huddled by the campfire who cries out in terror
at the story someone just told
and, still weeping, begs for it again.
"The Boxers" by Cathy Smith Bowers, from The Love that Ended Yesterday in Texas. © Texas Tech University Press, 1992. Reprinted with permission on the Writers Almanac.
The Boxers
by Cathy Smith Bowers
When my father, after twenty years, came home
to die, circling, circling, like an animal
we believed extinct, it was my crazy aunt
who took him in, who told later
how the taxi had dumped him
bleached and whimpering on her porch.
And she who had not lived with him
thought his sons and daughters cruel
not to come when he began to call our names.
He died, and soon after, a package in brown wrapping
arrived at my address. My sister, who did not
attend the funeral, kept urging me to open it
and I kept saying I would, soon. Every day
when I came home from work, there it was
sitting at my back door, the remnants
of my father's life—years in the mill
spinning and doffing, then drinking into morning
as he railed at the walls, the cotton
still clinging to his fists. Weeks had passed
when finally my sister and I, after two stiff bourbons,
began to rip the paper, slowly in strips
like archaeologists unclothing a mummy.
And all that was there were a few plaid flannels,
the jacket to a leisure suit, and a pair of boxers,
white and baggy, Rorschached in urine—a smaller size,
my sister said, than the way she remembered him.
Then she offered to drop the things at the Salvation Army
store she passed on her way home. In July
we went shopping for swim suits and I could
see her in the curtained stall across from mine.
She was pulling her slip over her head when I saw
she was wearing them, her thighs like the pale stems
of mushrooms emerging from the boxers' billowy
legs, whiter, softer now, washed clean. I still
can't say why my sister, that day in the Salvation
Army store, glanced up, as I've imagined,
to see if anyone was watching
before she slipped those boxers from the soiled heap
of our father's clothes. Nor why
I took so long to open that package, both wanting
and fearing whatever lay inside. Like a child
huddled by the campfire who cries out in terror
at the story someone just told
and, still weeping, begs for it again.
"The Boxers" by Cathy Smith Bowers, from The Love that Ended Yesterday in Texas. © Texas Tech University Press, 1992. Reprinted with permission on the Writers Almanac.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Play Ball
Pee Wee Track
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