Saturday, December 3, 2016

IT SEEMS TO BE TIME

This is the beginning of a new blog.Some of you know me as BuffaloGal from a few political discussion boards.   For quite a while I have had this nagging feeling that I need to write about a few topics that are of great import to me.  Subjects considered odd by some, and pure hokum by others, but like I said - I feel like I need to write and have been feeling it for a very long time.  I don't want to put it off any longer due to my health.  I keep hearing in my head, "It's time to start this , now."

As some of you know, I'm terminally ill.  There will be some posts that are updates about how things are proceeding on that front, but most posts will not be about that.

I will not have Disqus, at least at first.  I'm simply going to use Bloggers commenting system.  Feel free to use "Anonymous" and then sign your Disqus name at the end so we know who we're talking with.  Or use any of the options that are offered if you're comfortable with them.

I welcome your thoughts.  Email your thoughts to:  GardenGate@southbuffalo.net

BuffaloGal


14 comments:

  1. Looking forward to your blog! - JCos

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    1. Me too! It's a jump into the deep end. (thanks!)

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  2. What a lovely idea! The Garden Gate is a perfect title. I love the connection with nature, and it also reminds me of the time we moved into our first house. I was a new mother, and there were new neighbors to meet. We talked over the fence that separated our yards. One neighbor was very fussy about her garden and she objected to some of the "weeds" from my garden which were invading her property. The neighbor on the other side was a free-form gardener, and she generously gave me some of her extras to get me started. Two different personalities, talking over the garden fence. maelewis

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  3. I love the idea of talking over the gate. We're all sharing a journey, but we have different stories to tell. I like the idea of a very long garden gate with flowers and lovely "weeds" that travel back and forth along with conversation. Beats the heck out of a bigly golden border wall, eh?

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  4. I vision a white picket fence with an arched arbor gate with morning glories growing over it!

    "Fence-talking" was a big thing when I was a young mother. Every Monday morning after hanging up the clothes on the line, 4 of us would wander over to the fence and share our weekends, the weather and the births and deaths over the weekend. We made plans for summer vacations and lining up neighbors to water the lawn and pick up the newspapers. We discussed what we were having for dinner and what store had the best sales on meat, fruits and veggies! Most of our husbands all worked at the same place and we discussed people at work - new babies, trips, new positions, those who moved. It was our version of twitter back then.

    We have remained friends many years since then. Two of them are gone now and still think about them. Nice memories of the chats we had over the garden gate/fence.

    If it were summer, I would pick you a bouquet of flowers from my garden. It's nice that we can see thru the snow on the ground and still enjoy the flowers we admired last summer! And see the flowers we will have next summer! The little trees we planted so many years ago, dreaming of the shade they would provide on the hot patio are now yuuge trees and shading those who came behind us. Hope they are enjoying it! We planted new trees here, but doubt I will get to enjoy the shade they will cast to younger ones. Glad I had the fore-thought for others that follow. The two small trees that were here are now giving us some much needed shade to us. Plant the seed today for those that follow and make it a better world! Love your garden gate!

    What a nice place to come to. It's safe and comforting. Fear and hate is not welcomed. I can smell your crock pot from here. "Feed My Sheep" - what a wonderful thing! "Nourish My Soul"! Weeds and wart welcome!

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    1. I remember the clothes on the line. From yard to yard would be the waft of spring/summer breeze with that hint of bleach. And the sound of the clothes moving with the air. And of course, the chat over the fence, along with the exchange of baskets of fruits and veggies. And for the families that didn't live directly next door to each other, the stories (and gossip) traveled down the street. It was just the way things were done. And y'know .... for the life of me ....I don't remember politics ever being discussed. I think I was still in that world where you never talked about politics or religion. (everything else though was more than fair game!)

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    2. My favorite thing in the world is climbing into bed that has sheets off the line! Best smell ever! To me, it's heaven! Fuller Brush used to have a cleaning product that smelled just like fresh sheets off the line. I think they went out of business. Remember the pastry brush that had a sleeve that pushed up to keep the bristles neat and even? And I loved their vegetable brush. I used the old ones for stripping varnish off antiques I refinished...got into the crevices and around corners perfectly. Don't have Avon coming around anymore either with their little samples of the newest shade of lipstick! Used to have a box of those samples in my drawer to match a new dress! No vacuum salesmen anymore either. Have to stop at Interstate restaurants to buy Watkins Vanilla! Guess door-to-door salesmen/women ended when all the wives had to go to work to make ends meet. They wanted too many fancy things so had to pay for them. Remember when people paid doctors and plumbers with chickens and a bushel of apples or eggs for a year. Guess King Soopers won't take a jar dill pickles for a gallon of milk. :-(

      Downy will never compare to sheets on a line! Hubs said they could always tell if one of the guys got married....they smelled like Downy instead of perspiration when they came to work!

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    3. To this day I adore the scent of sheets off the line. There are few that beat that. ( although the cuddle/sniff of a baby will always win)

      Fuller Brush - I remember it well. My Mom was an addict. We had pretty much everything. Most are still in the shed room off the kitchen. Avon - we saw a few times a year, but we couldn't afford to be too fancy. (thought Father's Day always meant buying that cologne. )

      We had a neighborhood doctor that would make house calls and would waive the charge if it didn't take too much of his time and he knew money was tight. He got paid in kind at the holidays, his birthday and random times through the year though. I heard recently he lived to be 104. I think it was all of the kindness that he doled out and the fermented pickles and beets that he took in.

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  5. Merry Christmas BG! I'm wishing and praying for a happy new year too. Wish you were closer so I could unload some fermented pickles and beets on you!!!

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    1. I know for sure I would love the pickles. (i admit to being unable to "just say no") But gotta tell you ... I've never had pickled beets. My Polish/Russian membership card should be revoked/torn/and stomped on. In my f(l)avor ( so to speak) I will say that I have consumed more home packed dill pickles, (only dill!!), horseradish and sauerkraut that any human should be allowed to. I'm saying that makes it all ok. (but I'm sorry - if charnina comes into the discussion, I am at a loss - though am willing to make up for it with (only!) dill pickles.

      But now that you bring it up - I want to at least try the beets. My only meeting with beets had to with the very sweet harvard sort, out out of the can. I'd love to try fresh/fermented ( play - intended).

      And now that I've talked about them - I really want them. And also sauerkraut. I'm off to ferment everything I can get my hands on.

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  6. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope you are doing well and making your way as the light is returning to the world once more! I know I have not told you elsewhere but you inspire me to be better, do better, and try to make a corner of the world a little better. Hang in there, BG!

    From an Alaska follower and friend!

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    1. I reach out to all of you and wish I could grab you (but in a nice, not Trumpy way) I love hearing from everyone. Would enjoy hearing more from you.

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  7. Thanks, BG, for sharing your thoughts on this blog (just found it from a reply from Nomad over on his blog). I've always enjoyed your thoughtful comments elsewhere, and will miss you when you've passed on to your next adventure. Meanwhile I have bookmarked this so I can enjoy your musings.

    Me Guest!

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