Happy Lefthanders Day!

lefthandIt’s finally here, that special day when the small percentage of us folks can celebrate the fact that we’re different from the rest (and not be burnt at the stake for it. lol)

It’s August 13th National Lefthanders Day!

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I’m happy to be sharing this special day with you all.
It’s a fun way to make folks aware that we’re all human regardless what hand we write with.

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In honor of the day, I’m sharing my story:

I’m a Cross Dominant Leftie, with Right Hand tendencies!
(Sounds almost naughty, Doesn’t it? lol 😉 )

In the early part of my life, I hadn’t met more than a few left-handed people. Back then, not many folks would admit it openly. It carried a stigma and some folks thought it was a shame or we was somehow lesser than the average right-handed human. Happily in the last few dozen years, I’ve met many lefties and we’re just ‘proud as peaches’ to be lefties.

As a child, I was Ambidextrous  and was quite efficient with using both my hands equally. As I grew up, I became what is known as Cross Dominant and adjusted to being able to use my right hand for most everything except for writing.

I remember seeing some of my classmates brow beat, embarrassed and punished into using their right hands. I recall there was even a condescending little ditty the teachers sang over them to embarrass them, they also encouraged the right-handed students to sing it with them. I’ve heard many sad stories from folks and I also remember my parents telling stories about children being physically forced into learning to be right-handed.

My Dad was very firm in his beliefs and he was not a man to be trifled with. There wasn’t a Schoolmaster nor Schoolmarm nor Principle nor Teacher that would have dared tried to change my writing hand. Thanks to my Dad, I was never subjected to the cruel ditty nor did I ever catch any flack about being left-handed  … although I thought I did once…

When I was in first grade, I was sitting at my desk, doing my Math and my left hand grew tired of making the amounts of dots to match the numbers 1-10, so I switched to my right hand.
The next thing I knew my teacher had called in the second grade teacher. They both hovered around me saying things that I couldn’t understand and spoke about my switching hands and then called me ambidextrous.

I didn’t understand the word. They scared me to death. I thought I had done something bad and was in trouble. And like any normal frightened little 6-year-old girl, I began to cry. I thought they were talking ugly about me.

Thankfully I was literally saved by the bell, the last bell of the day. The second grade teacher left to go to her class and my teacher got busy helping everyone line up to go to the buses.

I managed to get my things, go get on the bus and I whimpered all the way home. I was confused and felt so ashamed. I had apparently done something wrong. I was terrified they would paddle me for it the next school day. I tried to hide my tears, but after I got to the safety of my home and parents I fell apart. My parents immediately wanted to know why I was crying and if anyone had hurt me.

Through storms of tears, I told Mom and Dad how the teachers had acted. I couldn’t remember the big word they had called me. I tried to say it but it was too big for my little memory.
So, Mom and Dad asked me what I was doing when the teachers came up to me.
I explained about doing my Math and my left hand getting tired and switching to my right hand.
Dad and Mom both smiled and explained to me that the teachers had called me an ambidextrous and it was a good thing to be and they explained why.
Of course I felt instantly better and special too.
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Here’s wishing you all a wonderful day
regardless of what your dominant hand is.
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Repost from 8-13-2014

 

 

Warming the Shelibean

IMG_6535It’s 88º (31.1ºC) outside and 78º (25.55ºC) inside.
It’s Summertime hot outside and
comfortable on the inside of our house.

I walked into the living room and found my little furry
Shelibean taking a nap wrapped in my crocheted blanket.
I guess he was a cold little fellow underneath all that fur. lol

Here’s wishing you an amusing week.
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spgrnbgln

Happy Lefthanders Day!

lefthandIt’s finally here, that special day when the small percentage of us folks can celebrate the fact that we’re different from the rest (and not be burnt at the stake for it. lol)

It’s August 13th National Lefthanders Day!

2lefties

I’m happy to be sharing this special day with you all.
It’s a fun way to make folks aware that we’re all human regardless what hand we write with.

b0118b0105chef

In honor of the day, I’m sharing my story:

I’m a Cross Dominant Leftie, with Right Hand tendencies!
(Sounds almost naughty, Doesn’t it? lol 😉 )

In the early part of my life, I hadn’t met more than a few left-handed people. Back then, not many folks would admit it openly. It carried a stigma and some folks thought it was a shame or we was somehow lesser than the average right-handed human. Happily in the last few dozen years, I’ve met many lefties and we’re just ‘proud as peaches’ to be lefties.

As a child, I was Ambidextrous  and was quite efficient with using both my hands equally. As I grew up, I became what is known as Cross Dominant and adjusted to being able to use my right hand for most everything except for writing.

I remember seeing some of my classmates brow beat, embarrassed and punished into using their right hands. I recall there was even a condescending little ditty the teachers sang over them to embarrass them, they also encouraged the right-handed students to sing it with them. I’ve heard many sad stories from folks and I also remember my parents telling stories about children being physically forced into learning to be right-handed.

My Dad was very firm in his beliefs and he was not a man to be trifled with. There wasn’t a Schoolmaster nor Schoolmarm nor Principle nor Teacher that would have dared tried to change my writing hand. Thanks to my Dad, I was never subjected to the cruel ditty nor did I ever catch any flack about being left-handed  … although I thought I did once…

When I was in first grade, I was sitting at my desk, doing my Math and my left hand grew tired of making the amounts of dots to match the numbers 1-10, so I switched to my right hand.
The next thing I knew my teacher had called in the second grade teacher. They both hovered around me saying things that I couldn’t understand and spoke about my switching hands and then called me ambidextrous.

I didn’t understand the word. They scared me to death. I thought I had done something bad and was in trouble. And like any normal frightened little 6-year-old girl, I began to cry. I thought they were talking ugly about me.

Thankfully I was literally saved by the bell, the last bell of the day. The second grade teacher left to go to her class and my teacher got busy helping everyone line up to go to the buses.

I managed to get my things, go get on the bus and I whimpered all the way home. I was confused and felt so ashamed. I had apparently done something wrong. I was terrified they would paddle me for it the next school day. I tried to hide my tears, but after I got to the safety of my home and parents I fell apart. My parents immediately wanted to know why I was crying and if anyone had hurt me.

Through storms of tears, I told Mom and Dad how the teachers had acted. I couldn’t remember the big word they had called me. I tried to say it but it was too big for my little memory.
So, Mom and Dad asked me what I was doing when the teachers came up to me.
I explained about doing my Math and my left hand getting tired and switching to my right hand.
Dad and Mom both smiled and explained to me that the teachers had called me an ambidextrous and it was a good thing to be and they explained why.
Of course I felt instantly better and special too.
thup

Here’s wishing you all a wonderful day
regardless of what your dominant hand is.
rightleft

spgrnbgln

 

Mystery Tree – Solved – Paulownia tomentosa

The mystery is solved.
This tree is a Paulownia tomentosa
(common names empress tree, princess tree or foxglove tree)
It’s a deciduous tree in the family Paulowniaceae, native to
central and western China, but invasive in the USA.
Paulownia tomentosa is the fastest growing tree in the world.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulownia_tomentosa
https://gobotany.newenglandwild.org/species/paulownia/tomentosa/

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Do you know what type of tree this is?
My husband and I saw it growing down in a gully, next to a waterway, by the side of a road. I’ve never seen one like it. It’s such a curiosity to us that I had to make some photos to help me search for what it is.
I haven’t been able to find a photo of a tree to match it on a search engine.
I wonder what type of fruit or nuts it produces and if it’s edible.

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Do you know what it is?
I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

Have a lovely rest of the week.
I hope all your mysteries are pleasant ones.
🙂

spgrnbgln

Sheli loves crochet

pf1I accidentally made Shelibean a new toy. I call it a puff because it’s soft and puffy. Last night while trying to design some crochet flowers, there was some that I didn’t like. To keep them together to throw away, I started tying them together. By the time I had added the 3rd flower, a cheerful looking flower ball was formed. I decided it’d be a cute toy to give to Sheli, but he was already in bed asleep, so I’d wait until morning to give it to him. I continued on crocheting flowers and two more of them didn’t turn out right, so I added them to the flower ball.
pf2I really like the look of this flower ball. I think it would make a good bath scrubby if it was made of cotton thread.
I gave Sheli the puff this morning. He chewed on it a bit and then snuggled up to it while laying on his favorite afghan, and took a nap.
When he woke up, we played a bit of fetch with it. I guess it passes the muster of Shelibean’s high standards for quality control. 😉

Here’s a photo of Sheli sitting on my Candy-corn afghan when I first made it last summer. He took such a shine to it that he claimed it before it was a 1/4 of the way finished. I crocheted many of the rows while Sheli sat on it and played or napped. I guess he loves the bright colors.
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Sunday it was 70° and would have been a really nice day if the wind hadn’t blown so wild and if the sun had of shined. My hubby mowed up the fallen leaves that were scattered across the yard.  Sheli and I tried to sit for awhile on the porch but the wind gusts were too uncomfortable for us.
Last night it was stormy with thunder, lighting, rain and heavy winds. Part of our region got a coating of ice. We were fortunate that we only got a smidgen of snow. It’s in the low 20’s, overcast and colder than all heck.
Was Sunday’s warm temps only 24 hours ago…
3-3-2014-snwWhile searching my old files I opened my folder for last March out of curiosity about the weather then. As it turns out, our cold weather last year was pretty much like it is this year…
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Dear Blogging Buddies,
You may remember my 2013 photos from my ex-blog. I hope you all don’t mind my re-posting them. I enjoy sharing them again so my new blogging buddies can see them too. 🙂

This is all for me at the moment.

I hope you all have a pleasant week.

🙂