Greer Garson, Grandma Viv & Her Dishes

    I  worked hard yesterday around the house, taking care of chores  and cooking , and painting the front room. So when evening fell, and and the sky grew dark  I was ready to relax, and watch one of my favorite actresses from the golden age of Hollywood ,  Greer Garson starring in a movie on TCM. To me the roles she played were always women to be admired,   full of spunk, and loyal. The first thing I noted about    the movie,  Her Twelve Men  was it was filmed  in 1954, the year my brother, Walt  was born. Reading the credits I also learned Tim Considine and David Stollery  - from  Mickey Mouse Club fame also starred. A much younger Tim and Dave than I remember seeing in Disney's Spin &  Marty series.

   Her Twelve Men is a sweet , lighthearted comedy, perfect for a viewing after a busy day, one to lift one's  spirit , and make one smile.  I   remember reading   it  was Greer Garson's last movie for MGM , and  was thinking of other great MGM movies she starred in  (Mrs. Miniver, Valley of Decision, That Forthsyte Woman) when a scene with her and another young actor appeared  on  screen.They were drinking tea , or maybe  it was hot chocolate.  No matter, what caught my attention was the cups and saucers they were drinking from - the very same VernonWare  Organdie pattern my Grandmother Vivian used every day !  The same cups and saucers that graced the table whenever we had a meal at grandma's house. The same cups and saucers I helped wash and dry after dinner.  

   The movie ended on a happy note, and I was ready for bed. As I closed my eyes, I thought   how  sweet  movies used to be, and more especially  of my grandmother, and her dishes, and the dear  memories they invoke.

In Memory Of

When  I was very young
a long time ago, I had
no worries or cares. The 
world was  bright, and 
all was good. The future 
seemed a distant place, far
from where I stood. Family 
and friends filled my home
with merriment and cheer,
where we  laughed and played , 
and knew each other well.
But years have passed ,
and we grow old, some
no longer here,only the memory
of their sweet song 
softly lingers still

Between Husband & Wife

As I lay down to sleep
to night, memories
of this day swirl around 
my head; First, my husband 
greeting me with a good 
morning hug, then outside
to split some wood, while 
I make pancakes on an electric
grill, the two of us eating
our fill,and discussing the
news of  the world. 
Our voices unheard
but to the two of us, our 
concerns , and worries, 
and hopes , and fears
no one will ever hear.