Lauren Scott © 2018
Lauren Scott © 2018
to their elegance
in a sense
they breathed in her tender touch
they miss her presence
Lauren Scott © 2017
(written for Mom) ❤
For Shadorma November – https://alongtheinterstice.wordpress.com/shadorma-november/
Recently, I’ve been inspired to renew an old passion of mine, playing the guitar. I used to play a little when I was younger – late teens, early twenties, along with my ultimate passion for singing. But then life happened, and I chose a different path, which, just so you know, I don’t regret.
Those earlier years, though, instilled the love of music in me, which then was passed onto my daughter, who also loves to sing. My husband and son don’t sing or play an instrument, but they love listening to music. This form of art has always been a big part of our family.
So, a few days ago, I spontaneously went to “just look” at guitars. Bananas at Large is the go-to place for musical instruments and lessons. Well, so much for looking because I came home with a brand new Yamaha acoustic guitar. Since many years have passed, I’m a beginner again, so it’s a great start, not to mention that it’s beautiful. Since then, my daughter and I have been doing 30-minute sessions each night, starting with the basics. My excitement immediately inspired her, so it’s also turned out to be a fun mother/daughter time. I’m also currently looking into lessons, perusing all the teachers at Bananas to find the best fit for both of us.
I am so excited that I feel like a little kid! Seriously! My singing voice has changed, but maybe I can even get it back into gear as I learn the guitar. Now of course, the worst part is conditioning the fingers. Some of those chords, OUCH!
Thus, do any of you play guitar? Do you have stories to tell of when you first learned and your fingers were screaming at you? Any wise words of wisdom or gentle advice? Have any of you renewed an old passion, lately?
Here’s to Renewing Old Passions, and knowing that You’re Never Too Old!
Lauren Scott 2017
(p.s. wish me luck!)
When my Mom was five years old, her father built this rocking chair; it was the year of 1926. Freshly painted bright white with animal decals were the final touches. I can only imagine the expression on her little face when “Daddy” presented this to her. It has traveled from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where Mom was born, far west to the sunny state of California. All of her daughters in their youth (my sisters and I) have shared the joy of this piece of history.
This priceless heirloom has lived in my sister’s homes for their children to use and appreciate. Then when our son and daughter were born, the charm of this gift touched them, as well. Over the years and more often than not, the thought of refinishing this mini rocker had drifted in and out of our minds. Although for some reason, it never happened. Maybe we were afraid of erasing history. Nonetheless, it will remain as you see it in this photo and our hope is that in the far future our grandchildren will have the chance to rock too.
Sometimes memories are all we have of years gone by, at times photographs evoke past moments spent, and now and then, a piece of handcrafted furniture takes us back to people we love and have lost. It’s been over three years now. We miss you, Mom. ♥
I’d like to thank Jean at https://socialbridge.wordpress.com/ for tagging me in this fun photo challenge.
Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
For my fifth and final nomination, I am tagging Michelle at http://michelleclementsjames.com/ (Book Chat) and I look forward to her contributions if she can find the time in between her wonderful book reviews.
Lauren Scott © 2015
Can we help in the kitchen?
Can we watch you cook?
I’d rather do this myself
then I stop and look
at the innocent faces
so eager to learn
selfish, no more,
it’s now their turn
Clothes will get dirty
dust will appear
chores never ending
that much is clear
So I say to them,
I’ll play and read books
I’ll teach you to be
great little cooks
For as you grow
and think of your Mother
Just know my love for you
is like no other
Lauren Scott © 1999
I wrote this years ago when my children were little
and spending time with them was far more important
than getting things done around the house. ♥
I hope you’re leaving here with a smile and
I appreciate your visit. Have a wonderful weekend!
thirst for sweet refuge
in wonderment of flora
silent thrumming wings
© LScott 2012
This is dedicated to Mom,
as she loved hummingbirds..
We miss you, Mom~ xoxo
I wrote this poem for my parents in honor of their 57th Anniversary.
They both loved it…
This month would have been their 67th Anniversary; 70 years of being together.
She passed away early this morning, peacefully, with Dad by her side.
She’s no longer in pain and suffering, but we will miss her very much
and Dad lost the love of his life~
This is my tribute to her, a beautiful woman,
who loved her Husband and her three Daughters very much.
She loved this poem, which is why I’m re-posting it in her honor~
“You will forever be in our hearts, Mom”
ONCE IN A LIFETIME
1945 was special for two, a wonderful year.
It was February with memories held dear.
The wintry air enveloped the day,
Hearts full of love warmed their way.
The music played on as the others were anxious,
For the moment beginning was so very precious.
Then turning around, they catch a glimpse
of a beautiful woman escorted by a prince.
Her walk was so graceful down the carpeted aisle,
She wore a dress of white satin and an elegant smile.
He stood there admiring her shimmering beauty
In his Air Force uniform, standing with dignity.
They were blessed with God’s word, the foundation
for their future.
He would guide them, direct them, and lovingly nurture.
Then they turned to their guests as Husband and Wife~
Roles they’ve played for most of their life.
They’ve attained much knowledge with smiles and tears,
Experiences just for them through all these years.
Now 57 years later as Grandparents to seven,
Age ninety-something and healthy, living in sheer heaven.
Is this so rare, a marriage forever?
57years of best friends to each other!
Pour in the crystal and sip the wine,
For this can only happen Once in a Lifetime.
© LScott 2012