Memorial Days...Day 2...By Marlene Terry and Jim Terry
My sister made a good suggestion that since this is Memorial Day week that we share one of our favorite blogs that my Mother wrote. I must say that I had a hard time choosing just one as I think her talents for writing far surpass anything I could wield with my thoughts and my keyboard. But one came to mind because it was an experience I had and was able to share with her.
It was a trip I made home the first part of August last year to see my family and celebrate a couple of things with my parents. The first thing I wanted to celebrate was the publication of my Mom’s first volume of “In A Nutshell.” She had worked hard on all these stories she shares with us and I wanted to see her reaction when she recognized she was now a published author.
Secondly, I wanted to celebrate a birthday for my Dad on the 8th of August and also my Mom’s birthday on the 7th of September…Kind of a two in one deal since I now live in California and am not just around the corner.
So this blog that she wrote is about her experiencing the “SURPRISE” I gave to her and my Dad. The biggest and best gift I received from here that day is just the fact she wrote about this experience and I knew how much it meant to her. I would only beg to differ though that the "wizards" making all my dreams come true were the ones who were floating above me in the balloon. "Thanks Dad and Thanks Mom! You're the best. I love you!"
Originally posted August 9th, 2013 on Facebook and at her residence at www.marleneterry.blogspot.
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Someday I'd like to ...
Up recently at 4:30 a.m. in order to head out "at 5:30 sharp," on a very special, secret trip provided by Jim our oldest son.
No clues at all except my hubby and I were to bring camera and wear jackets.
Knowing Jim and his very adventurous spirit, it was a restless night as I pondered what could be ahead. ... I mean, the last time we left early in the morning on a secret trip (on Mother's Day) with cameras and jackets and not knowing where we were going as per Jim's instructions, we ended up on a road trip to have breakfast at the Pancake House in McCall, Idaho. ... And did I mention we made the journey in a bright red Mustang convertible ... with the top down ... all the way?
In between my sleeping hours I wondered how I could keep my hair looking reasonably human if we were to do that again. You can believe me when I say that despite all those old Doris Day movies where she was pictured beautiful and unruffled while speeding down the highway in a convertible, scarves, hats and/or trying to hold my hair-do in place with my hands during our McCall trip failed miserably. I arrived at the restaurant looking like I'd placed my finger in a electric socket.So with those thoughts in my mind I prepared for another windy ride.
That's why on this particular morning I was more than a little surprised to see no convertible at all sitting in the driveway. And after we'd driven around for a half hour in every direction I'd become resigned to the fact that a return trip to McCall was just not in the cards.
That's when Jim stopped his car and with that big smile of his and a twinkle in his eye, told us he'd forgotten where he was going and we'd have to backtrack.
Just want to stop here and tell you that almost every single experience I've had in my life, those that have scared me to death, thrilled me beyond words and made me want to shout to the world, "HEY LOOK AT ME. I DID IT," and most of all, those that I remember with laughter and affection and brag about, have been because one or at times, all of our kids made them happen.
All I have to say is "You know, someday I'd like to ... ..."and it's a given. Without a doubt, and if it's possible at all, sooner or later I'll have the opportunity.
My sister made a good suggestion that since this is Memorial Day week that we share one of our favorite blogs that my Mother wrote. I must say that I had a hard time choosing just one as I think her talents for writing far surpass anything I could wield with my thoughts and my keyboard. But one came to mind because it was an experience I had and was able to share with her.
It was a trip I made home the first part of August last year to see my family and celebrate a couple of things with my parents. The first thing I wanted to celebrate was the publication of my Mom’s first volume of “In A Nutshell.” She had worked hard on all these stories she shares with us and I wanted to see her reaction when she recognized she was now a published author.
Secondly, I wanted to celebrate a birthday for my Dad on the 8th of August and also my Mom’s birthday on the 7th of September…Kind of a two in one deal since I now live in California and am not just around the corner.
So this blog that she wrote is about her experiencing the “SURPRISE” I gave to her and my Dad. The biggest and best gift I received from here that day is just the fact she wrote about this experience and I knew how much it meant to her. I would only beg to differ though that the "wizards" making all my dreams come true were the ones who were floating above me in the balloon. "Thanks Dad and Thanks Mom! You're the best. I love you!"
Originally posted August 9th, 2013 on Facebook and at her residence at www.marleneterry.blogspot.
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Someday I'd like to ...
Up recently at 4:30 a.m. in order to head out "at 5:30 sharp," on a very special, secret trip provided by Jim our oldest son.
No clues at all except my hubby and I were to bring camera and wear jackets.
Knowing Jim and his very adventurous spirit, it was a restless night as I pondered what could be ahead. ... I mean, the last time we left early in the morning on a secret trip (on Mother's Day) with cameras and jackets and not knowing where we were going as per Jim's instructions, we ended up on a road trip to have breakfast at the Pancake House in McCall, Idaho. ... And did I mention we made the journey in a bright red Mustang convertible ... with the top down ... all the way?
In between my sleeping hours I wondered how I could keep my hair looking reasonably human if we were to do that again. You can believe me when I say that despite all those old Doris Day movies where she was pictured beautiful and unruffled while speeding down the highway in a convertible, scarves, hats and/or trying to hold my hair-do in place with my hands during our McCall trip failed miserably. I arrived at the restaurant looking like I'd placed my finger in a electric socket.So with those thoughts in my mind I prepared for another windy ride.
That's why on this particular morning I was more than a little surprised to see no convertible at all sitting in the driveway. And after we'd driven around for a half hour in every direction I'd become resigned to the fact that a return trip to McCall was just not in the cards.
That's when Jim stopped his car and with that big smile of his and a twinkle in his eye, told us he'd forgotten where he was going and we'd have to backtrack.
Just want to stop here and tell you that almost every single experience I've had in my life, those that have scared me to death, thrilled me beyond words and made me want to shout to the world, "HEY LOOK AT ME. I DID IT," and most of all, those that I remember with laughter and affection and brag about, have been because one or at times, all of our kids made them happen.
All I have to say is "You know, someday I'd like to ... ..."and it's a given. Without a doubt, and if it's possible at all, sooner or later I'll have the opportunity.
That's why on this day I found myself high above the beautiful Treasure Valley, floating quietly and uninhibited among birds and breezes in the basket of a gorgeous hot air balloon...
This time though, the wizard was in his car below us, following along as WE drifted peacefully in OUR dreams ... every now and then pulling over to the side of the road to snap a photo, wave and laugh!
... Thanks Jim. You're the best!
Hope you'll let me share your stories and photos here at my new residence "In a Nutshell." Email me at nutshellstories@gmail.com.
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