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Good Times


Good Times? These are a few of my best, from childhood on…

  • Spending time with aunty’s seven kids during school holidays – bike rides out to the river, spending the arvo at the local park…
  • Finishing a party at someone’s house by cooking a fry-up with whatever was in the pantry/fridge
    (despite cleaning their flat out of food for the week)!
  • Riding on the outside of Wellington’s Cable Car – heading back to the flat after a night out.
    (Only a leather strap to hang on to.)

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  • Working in the music-cassette section of a record pressing business – and being called in to help the boss decide what the heck to do with “Ma Na, Ma Nah”.
    (This before Sesame Street had hit the TV screens. If not for me, no one would have heard it for another seven-odd years!)
  • Learning to crochet a baby layette for my first-born… lemon 3-ply wool, in a shell pattern.
    (Quickest learning a handcraft I ever have managed.)
  • Teaching self-defense to my eleven year old pupils.
    (From then on they could disrupt any trouble in the playground by asking “Does anyone here need help?” Oh, the scrambling with reassurance “It’s only a play-fight!”)
  • Watching elder son machine knitting his own secondary school uniform pullover.
    (So proud.)
  • Reading good books to classes in which a third could not or did not read for pleasure. McBroom’s Wonderful One-Acre Farm to get them laughing, House of Sixty fathers to get them weeping.
    (“Not crying, Miss – just something in my eye.”)
  • The years spent with my dog, the Basenji I named Toffee, ‘cos he was brown and sweet.
    (This after asking my class to use the Internet for suitable names in the language of the breed origin – much glaring.)
  • Commuting between home town and uni city every week. 140 K on the straight listening to AC/DC. (And getting pulled up by the rural cop who’d seen me twice but stopped me on the third for a warning.)
  • Watching the cop fist-pump as he sang “Thunder!” on his way back to his patrol car.
  • Teaching – from five-year olds to sixteen-year olds, then tertiary-level students.
  • Breaking the secondary school’s rules, by not reporting the 16-yr olds who smoked. I mean, we gave them adult level responsibilities, so I gave them some “tips”.
    (“If you’re going to smoke when you’re driving in your car to school, hold the fag in your right hand, with your window open just a crack. The smoke will get sucked out and your hair won’t stink.”)
  • Joining the teens in the back shed when the ‘grown-ups’ were wining inside.
    (Better music, better gags, more fun.)

Forgiveness


Forgiveness
Forgiveness is not easy. Forgiving someone for their unkind or harsh words or deeds is however important. True forgiveness lightens your heart and, if genuine, can brighten your life. It’s hard to forgive a harsh political policy that hurts families. It’s hard to forgive someone who you have only realised hurt you years ago, but time can be a healer – especially if and when you come to understand the motivation for that hurt.

“Forgive and forget” goes the saying. And, just as forgiving is hard, so too is forgetting. But if the forgiving of a past hurt arises from a new understanding of the one who has hurt you, my feeling is that forgetting is not necessarily needed, if you can recall the event with your new understanding.

I have fed an anger, a hurt, for too many years over a hurt done to me, until the day the words of my father came back to me: “Put yourself in {their} shoes.” I thought long and hard about the hurt I’d held for so long. I made myself consider the circumstances which had led to the hurt being inflicted on me. I made myself look at how I had allowed it to affect my life. I had made mistakes, bad judgement, poor decisions, and I had passed on the results of that hurt on to others. My bad.

Once I understood the position in which the one who hurt me had been in, and the circumstances which had put her in that position, that frame of mind, I found myself able to forgive. But…I choose not to forget the reason behind the hurt being placed within me; for remembering forces me to continue to forgive, and to learn to love again the one who, without intent, hurt me.


Forgiveness features greatly in the New Testament, of course, and I have collected the related passages here… drawn from different versions of the Bible.(NIV – New International Version; NRS – New Revised Standard version; GLT – George Lamsa Translation)


Matthew 5:23-24 (NIV) “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar.  First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift.”
Mat 6:14-15 (NIV) “For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But, if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”
Mat 6:12 (NIV) Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.
Matthew 18: 21-22 (NIV) “Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, ‘Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?’
Jesus answered, ‘I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.'”

Mark 11:25-26 (NIV) “And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.
But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.”

Luke 5:20-21 (NIV) “When Jesus saw their faith, he said, ‘Friend, your sins are forgiven.’ The Pharisees and the teachers of the law began thinking to themselves, ‘Who is this fellow who speaks blasphemy? Who can forgive sins but God alone?'”
Luke 6:27-37 (NRS) “But I say to you that listen, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you… Do to others as you would have them do to you. If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. If you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same… But love your enemies, do good… and your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High; for he is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked. Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful… Forgive, and you will be forgiven.”
Luke 7:49 (GLT) “And those reclining with Him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this who even forgives sins?'”
Luke 17:3-5 (Phi) “So be careful how you live. If your brother offends you, take him to task about it, and if he is sorry, forgive him. Yes, if he wrongs you seven times in one day and turns to you and says, ‘I am sorry’ seven times, you must forgive him. And the apostles said to the Lord, ‘give us more faith’.”
Luke 23:33-34 (NIV) “When they came to a place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals – one on his right, the other on his left, Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

Eph 4:31-32 (Phi) “Let there be no more bitter resentment or anger, no more shouting or slander, and let there be no bad feeling of any kind among you. Be kind to each other, be compassionate. Be as ready to forgive others as God for Christ’s sake has forgiven you.”

Col 3:12-13 (Jer) “You are God’s chosen race, his saints; he loves you, and you should be clothed in sincere compassion, in kindness and humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with one another; forgive each other as soon as a quarrel begins. The Lord has forgiven you; now you must do the same.”

Heb 8:12 (NIV) “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”

And of course, within the full text of the Lord’s Prayer…

Matthew 6:9-13
After this manner therefore pray ye:
“Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever.
Amen”
And, continuing…
Matthew 6:14-15 “For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:
But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”

E – is for the ABC for 2018 Challenge


E-alphabet-EAre you joining me in this fortnightly (two-weekly – sort of) challenge for tour blog too?

Ideas to start you off? Think about… Eggs, Elevator pitch, Elementary school, Eternity (woah, that could be deep), Expressions, Effort, Epiphany … you get the idea.

The letter starter should have been posted  much earlier, and due two weeks later.
But, as you know by now, I’ve not kept to my own schedule, so there’s not a fortnight in which to do this ‘E ‘ challenge.
So, all I ask is, write a post – a poem, a short story, an opinion piece – on any topic that comes to you to match the letter of the moment, and have it “live” by April 3rd (ten days away; I have to catch up to my original schedule).

Please leave a comment, a rating, or when you’ve posted your response, a ping-back

DOLLS


My very first doll I ever selected for myself, was … in today’s perspective … very un-PC. I was five or younger when I chose it. From our dairy farm in Whangarata, in the Waikato, the family went on a day trip to Auckland. It may have coincided with a visit to my mother aunt, Aunty Raynee – I’m not sure. But it coincided with a visit to Farmers, then known as Farmers Trading Store, in the main street of the big city. Farmers was known for its size (multi-storey) and the vast range of products. More importantly to us children, it was known for its extravagant children’s department, which had an entire floor for kids, including a playground.

More significant to us that day was the toy department. So many aisles of toy shelves! And…dolls! They were not the adult reach height of modern stores. All were only the height of a child’s eyes, and the top shelf sloped in layers stepping up higher towards the rear, allowing the dolls to sit each one behind the other, clearly visible to any child. Each different model of doll had its own section, clearly demarked from its neighbours, and overhead was the sign naming the type of doll.  We two children strolled back and forth along the aisle in front of the dolls, until we’d chosen the dill we wanted.

My choice was a little baby doll, dressed in a

"Nigger" doll as sold in the 50s
My choice was not dressed as this is. Image found via Google search

 blue-and-white domed fastened shirt, and a pair of blue overalls. His head was black and tightly curled, his skin was brown, and his lips were pink. On arriving home with my new doll, Mum (Dad?) asked me what I was going to name him. A redundant question to me – the store had his name well displayed, and no new name was needed, I thought. “He’s got a name. Nigger.” I remember saying it in a very determined voice.

No one suggested that was not appropriate, so Nigger he remained – for thirty years. I knitted him (garter stitch) a pink tee-shaped pullover, a pair of knickers, and a cap. I kept him with me when at age eighteen I left home to attend teachers’ college. He came with me when I married, and when my new family moved to Huntly (NZ’s then new power station town) he came too. He’d aged in colour, but still sat on the top shelf of my wardrobe. Between 1980 and 1986 he had to go for repairs – his rubber bands in the joints had given up. Sadly, the woman who replaced the rubber bands used too tight a band, and the tension was too much. The body part cracked at the neck joint. When it came back from that repair she’d not been able match the colour of his skin, and eventually he broke again, this time beyond repair. Putting Nigger into the garbage was heart-breaking!

Many years later, Mum took up doll making. Hers were china dolls, for which she sewed and stuffed the body, affixing the head, arms and legs. Being one who’d sewed, knitted, stitched smocking and tatted lace for baby clothes, she clothed each doll herself. No store-bought ready-made clothes for these babies. Each was displayed in her lounge, and on the guest beds or dressing tables.

One we had was her very first china doll, which she had over-glazed. Another was one she made for our daughter, and dressed in a beautiful long frock to match a dress-up frock one she’d made for my daughter from a bridesmaid’s dress we’d found in the gutter outside our house while on a walk together. I so wish I had a photograph of the two girls together!


Composed for the self-imposed ABC for 2018 challenge, the ‘D’ prompt

ABC for 2018 – C (late)


Hoh, boy, am I late…C-images
But then again,  it’s never too late, and it’s better late than never, right?
If I’d kept to my own schedule, this challenge I’m setting for myself (and anyone who wants to take it up) would have been posted wa-a-a-ay back on January 16th!

Take the letter of the challenge, and write a post based on your own word starting with it, and have it “live” in two weeks’ time.

Comments and pingbacks welcome!

(Shoulda been by January 29! Sorry)
(Lynne)

 

 

ABC Goal for 2018 – 1


Well, as there are 26 letters in the Alphabet,image_A
and there are 26 fortnights in a year…
I’ll be posting one post a fortnight,
following the alphabet.

I thought ‘Maybe someone else might enjoy this,
as a challenge during this new year’.

So here’s the first letter (obviously).
Choose any theme, subject or topic you like,
to match each letter I post.

Ideas for ‘A”?
Admiration, Adversity, Autumn (how out of timing is that!) Awards, Acting,
but don’t feel restricted to these suggestions.
All I’d love to see, is the First letter in your post titles being the letter for the fortnight.
Doable?

Publish your post for the current letter by January 14th, please.
Leave a link to you post in the comments below, and a “ping-Back” to this post.

Thank you, and Happy New Blogging Year.