Category Archives: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

This is where I say whatever I want about anything that crosses my mind…I’m sure it will ramble from one thing to another….just like I think. I will get distracted a lot! Have a laugh or two!

International Day of Peace – 2022

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International Day of Peace – 2022

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Wishing everyone Peace during these trying times. ❤

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“When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.” —Jimi Hendrix

“Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)”, by George Harrison, was released from his album, “Living In the Material World”, in 1973. It was written by George Harrison, and is on the Apple label.

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“Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace.” ― Albert Schweitzer

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“Let Your Love Flow”, by the Bellamy Brothers, was released in 1976. It was written by Larry E. Williams, and is on the Warner Bros/Curb label.

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© 2022 BS

Grandma’s Spooky Garage

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My Grandma’s Spooky Garage

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After I posted my flashback post yesterday, about my Grandma’s Ghostly House, here  there was some interest in hearing more.

This then is a true story I posted on August 11, 2014, about my Grandma’s Spooky Garage.

Most of these happened when I was a kid, and I’d be over there at her house.

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SPOOKY GARAGE

Have you ever felt like an unseen presence was watching you? You get that creepy feeling, maybe your hair stands up on the back of your neck, or you get hyper sensitive of any stealthy noises? Your ears want to hear something, anything, but you don’t…you just feel an overwhelming need to leave where you are. You are being watched. You don’t know who it is…or what it is, but you can sense they are there.

I have had this feeling lots of times. The most frequent was at my Grandma’s house…the one from my previous story. I could feel someone or something watching me in that back bedroom, which was scary, but the strongest feeling of this was in the garage. It was an old wooden and stucco outbuilding, right by the house. It was big enough for one car, and some items hanging on the walls on either side. The floor was just dirt, and there were two doors you’d have to open to get the car inside or out…no automatic garage door on this old place. The whole structure seemed kind of rickety, and there was always a musty smell, of old dirt and car parts. Nothing sinister, just the usual homeowner’s garage filled with tools, and other items.

However, if you went further into the garage, there was another door. Back behind where the car was parked, was a flimsy door. When in that little back room you could feel the weirdness. It didn’t look very strange, just a bunch of canning jars, and miscellaneous stored items, some junk from the house being stored. My cousin and I would always beg to go prowl around in there, though, mainly because it was spooky, and we liked to look at all the stuff.

The very best part, we thought, was an antique trunk. It must have belonged to some long lost relative, I don’t know, but it had all kinds of interesting things in there to look at. There were clothes from a bygone era, mementos, and a strange little box with this person’s hair in it…sort of a long tress of brown and gray, tied with a ribbon. It was fascinating!

Just as we’d get really into our discoveries, though we’d get spooked, because we could definitely feel/sense that we were being watched. Maybe it was the original owner of the trunk, but we never saw anyone…ghost or otherwise. We’d try to stick it out and keep looking, but it never failed, there would come a point where we had to run, run as fast as we could out of there, before the unseen entity grabbed at us.

I went in there lots of times by myself, even when I was told not to, but I couldn’t resist. I never knew what ever happened to that old trunk when my Grandma moved away. Wish I did.

Do you ever get the creepy, being watched feeling?

One more note: Later on, after I was grown up, when my Grandma would go out of town, she’d ask me to come over to water plants, get the mail, and just check that all was okay with the house while she was gone. I would do it, but I’ll tell you what…I did it in a hurry, because being in that quiet house all by myself, was almost too much to take. I could feel the watcher’s eyes on me the whole time!

There is one more story I can remember about strange things that happened in her house. I’ll post it tomorrow.

Thanks for reading my true ghost stories!

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© 2022 BS

Just Because 🎵

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Just Because 🎵

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Just because I like this song.

This is Pearl Jam with a cover of Buddy Holly’s, “Everyday”.

I was in the audience on this day, October 18, 2000, Lubbock, TX.

Being the hometown of Buddy Holly, the crowd loved Eddie Vedder singing the song.

It was one of best concerts I’ve ever been to.

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© 2022 BS

Notice – WP Problem

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Notice – WP Problem

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The past couple of days I’ve been unable to like or comment on some blogs. I keep trying work-arounds and sometimes it works … or not. It happens randomly, as some are still working fine.

I had a chat with a WP helper, and they were helpful and nice. But, they couldn’t figure it out either. They sent me all kinds of links and solutions to try, but I really couldn’t understand them.

Anyway, if you are missing me liking your post, or leaving a comment, this is why. I am still reading and seeing your photos, which I really do like, just can’t let you know right now.

Hope it will go back to normal soon. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Throwback Thursday – Sensory Memories

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Throwback Thursday – Sensory Memories

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This week Maggie asks us about our sensory memories. Thanks, Maggie!

https://fromcavewalls.wordpress.com/2022/06/16/throwback-thursday-43-sensory-memories/

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Maggie says:

Perhaps there is no stronger memory trigger than a sensory experience. Those are the things we hear, sense, or smell, that take us back to another place and time.

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Here are some questions to get us started …

  1. Do certain smells bring back memories for you? Maybe a flower, or a perfume, or the smell of a certain food cooking? If so, can you share one such memory?
  2. Have you ever sensed a strong smell that reminded you of someone only to realize the smell was not actually present? How do you explain that?
  3. What song immediately whisks you back to another place and time? Share a YouTube video, or name the song and tell us about the memory.
  4. Is there a taste that reminds you of a person, place or memory? Does that food happen to be one of your ‘comfort foods’?
  5. Have you ever been somewhere new and immediately felt at home as if you have been there before?
  6. Have you ever experienced déjà vu? If so, how do you explain it?
  7. Are there sounds that remind you of another place and time? (Something like a clock ticking, a train whistle, a horse galloping, gentle rain, etc.)
  8. Do certain textures or colors trigger memories?
  9. Do certain stories, books, or poems remind you of someone from your past?
  10. What sensory stimuli surrounding you and your present environment do you think might evoke memories of you for your family or friends?

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Here are my thoughts:

1. Smells – When I was a kid I’d be outside playing while my mom would be cooking supper. I could always tell what we were having that evening by the smell. Two of my favorites were chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and cream gravy … and pot roast, mashed potatoes, and brown gravy.

2.  A smell that wasn’t really here – I think so, but can’t remember what it was now. Except I thought I smelled chocolate brownies or cake cooking, but I wasn’t cooking any. My mom made the best chocolate cake. Maybe I was wanting  real chocolate, which I don’t eat now, except sugar free, and that’s just not the same.

3. Songs – Lots of songs take me back to some point of time in the past. One is what I’d call our wedding song. At our wedding we walked down the aisle together to this song playing on a record player. It still reminds me of that day. “Love Is All Around”, by the Troggs.

4. Taste – Here’s a really bad memory for me. Applesauce! I hate applesauce, and almost gag seeing it or smelling it. See, when I was a kid they would crush up medicine pills into applesauce so I’d take it, as I couldn’t swallow a pill. Now it is a food I will never ever eat.

5. New – Old Place? – Can’t say that I’ve ever had that happen with a place. However I have met people who I’ve never seen before, and it’s like I definitely know them right at the moment, and it happens to them too with me.

6. Deja vu?  – Yes, I’ve had this happen quite a lot. Can’t explain it, but I sure know it when it happens.

7. Can’t really think of any sound that takes me back to a memory except songs.

8. Textures/colors – Back to the applesauce – that mushy mushy texture is horrible. I like apples and apple deserts, but that color and texture of applesauce is just too awful

9. None come to mind on stories, books, or poems bringing back a memory.

10. I have no idea on this one. You’d just have to ask them.

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Here’s our wedding song from question # 3 –

“Love Is All Around”, by the Troggs, was released in 1967. It was written by Reg Presley, and is on the the Page One, Fontana, and Mercury labels.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Chasing a Sunbeam

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Chasing Sunbeams

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This is just a fun, and kind of strange memory from a long time ago.

I usually drove my daughter to school each morning, and we’d go by her friend’s house to pick her up to ride with us, too.

This one early morning it was a little past sunrise, and it was a really pretty sky of bright blue, a few clouds, and this beautiful sunbeam. It was very large, coming down from the sky all the way to the ground. It seemed very close to where we were. The girls were all exclaiming over it, and so we decided to go see if we could actually see where it came down to earth.

I drove down the roads, as close to the direction of the sunbeam as I could, driving farther and farther away from town … and school. The sunbeam never moved, but the more we drove toward it, it seemed the same distance from us. We must have driven for an hour or more, and never got any closer.

Finally we had to give up, as the school day was about to start, and we still had to drive all the way back to town.

This episode is a fun memory to remember. I don’t know what would have happened if we had found the end of the sunbeam. Could be like finding the end of a rainbow finding a  pot of gold?

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© 2022 BS

Dried Out

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Dried Out

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Desiccated mummy meat

Doesn’t matter if you heat

It mostly, mainly tastes like feet

Never ever will it meet …

My expectations

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note ~ this poem comes about because of a microwave dinner (stir fried chicken & rice). I’ve tried it a few times, as it looks good, but the little chunks of chicken are really bad & dried out even though I follow the directions. So I call it desiccated mummy meat. Oh, and I don’t buy it any more!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Throwback Thursday – Chores

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Throwback Thursday – Chores

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This week Maggie poses some questions about chores and allowances when we were a kid, and even later on. Thanks, Maggie! 🙂

Here are a few things to remember back on:

Did you have chores you were responsible for? At what age did that begin?

Were you required to make your bed and keep your room tidy? Did you have the responsibility for those chores for siblings or others in the house? Were chores evenly distributed?

Were you asked to take out the trash, mow the lawn, or do the dishes? How about cooking?

Were you given an allowance? If so, at what age and how much?

Were there repercussions if you did not do your chores?

How did you establish chores once you had a home of your own?

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I don’t know what age I was able to do any chores, but I do remember getting to wash the dishes. I really liked doing that. I still like doing that – by hand. We’ve had a dishwasher before, but not in quite a few years, and we didn’t have one when I was growing up. I would even volunteer to do dishes at my grandma’s and granny’s house if we’d had a meal over there. It’s fun to do someone else’s dishes because they were different from ours.

My sister and I would help with the kitchen floor. Not a totally every time deal, but quite often. The floor was linoleum, and mom wanted it waxed. The Johnson’s paste wax smelled good. We’d get rags and smear it all over the floor, then other rags and buff it off. Later on we had an electric waxing/buffing machine to use. That was fun, too.  Now however, I hate doing floors of any kind.

My sister and I never got an allowance as such. We were lucky to have plenty of what we needed, and would get treats from time to time. We did get a dollar for every A on our report cards though.

Early on my cousin and I would make crafty things to sell. We’d go to grandma’s and all the neighbors with our stuff and they’d buy from us. We’d make braided yarn with little pouches for cinnamon spice and cinnamon sticks tied on with ribbon. We’d also make soap decorated with ribbon and little artificial flowers to hang in the bathroom. We did quite well with both of these. I think we charged 75 cents for both of these.

A little later on I would take in ironing to do for others. I loved to iron! I had quite a few customers who’d bring their clothes to me by the dozen. I was still in elementary school when I did this. I also continued to do this for many years, up until only a few years ago here.

I think we probably did whatever we wanted to with our own bedrooms. We didn’t get nagged much to keep it tidy. But later on as a teen I kept it fairly neat.

We basically kept on this same way when our girls were growing up.

That’s about all I can think on it for now. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace

© 2022 BS