Sunday, August 29, 2010

WRITE A LETTER TO A FRIEND TODAY

By OLIVENE GODFREY

How long has it been since you wrote a letter to a friend or loved one? Maybe you are the sort of person who never thinks of writing a letter unless your friend or relative writes one first. It's just as important to write first, to obey a friendly impulse, as it is to answer a letter. Correspondence is a two way business. And the more elated the letters are to each other, the more correspondence there is, the more you share your views and experiences.

Letter-writing ties the bonds of family relations and friendship. People who own computers dash off e-mails which are fine. But, believe it or not, there are many people who don't have access to a computer. And there are times when emails aren't appropriate. Long letters, with all the news and with a full sharing of problems and views are always welcomed. But, frequency is more important than length. Part of the pleasure is getting the letter no matter the length.
If you find it hard to get down to writing a one page letter, dash off a postal card.

We all need friends. And everyone needs a confidant-- someone to share his troubles and his triumphs, his joys and fears and ambitions. Many people have defined friendship in various ways. And whether such a friend is nearby or far away is unimportant, too, for you to keep up a longtime and close friendship by correspondence. Some thought should be given, too, to what not to write and when not to write. I guess most of us have learned the hard way at some time or other that we shouldn't write anything we later regret having put on paper.
Anything that could later cause you embarrassment or regret should not be put in cold ink, unless you burn it rather than send it.

Why not sit down today and write that letter you've been putting off for ages?The longer you wait, the harder it is to write. Now is the easiest time to do it.

See you next time.

Monday, August 23, 2010

GRANDPARENTS PRAYER CAME TRUE

By Olivene Godfrey

I remember years ago reading about a couple who had been married for more than 50 years and were still so much in love they carried out a death pact rather than face the wife's entering a mental hospital. They had told friends that having enjoyed life's pleasures and shared its sorrows for so long,, they dreaded being separated from each other more than they did death.

I guess the reason this story touched me was that it reminded me of my maternal grandparents. They were closer than any two people I've ever known. My grandfather was an attorney who quit his law practice to become a Methodist preacher. Then,in later years, he resumed on a limited basis his law practice. Being absent-minded by nature, one day he stepped into the path of an automobile and was seriously injured.

During the days he was barely clinging to life, my grandmother who had high blood pressure, was constantly by his side. One night, she was persuaded by family members to rest awhile. Shortly afterward, a daughter checked on her. And my grandmother had quietly died in her sleep. A few hours later my grandfather died. While this was a crushing blow to our family everyone remembered the many times they had told us they always prayed they would leave this world together. It was a very sad time for our family . Yet, everyone knew it was what my grandparents had wanted and somehow that seemed to console us.

-------------------------------------

My close friends and family members will be glad to know that I have an appointment soon at a hearing and speech center to have a comprehensive hearing test. My friends and family are aware that I am apparently suffering a hearing loss which is frustrating for others as well as for me and makes it difficult to communicate with each other.

-------------------------------------

Our heat wave here in Northwest Georgia appears to be ending with temps in the 60s at night and in lower 90s during the day which is a lot better than the intense heat of the past few months. The humidity is lower and the 90s seem cooler now. There is a hint of autumn in the air and that lovely season can't come too soon for most of us now. Meanwhile, the many rains we've been having has everything looking green and lush again like springtime. And, Barry had to mow the lawn this past weekend. Usually, this time of year, the grass and foliage is turning brown and has stopped growing. It has been a strange year, weather wise. The hated ragweed plants are growing in profusion along the sides of our road which has Barry and I both suffering from our allergies.

See you next time.

Monday, August 16, 2010

LISTENING ART & A NEW HAIR CUT FINALLY & A BIT OF PHILOSOPHY

BY OLIVENE GODFREY

Did you hear what was said to you today, or did you continue thinking your own thoughts and answer without really knowing what was behind another person's questions? There is a real art to listening. It's not easy to do. And the reason it isn't easy is because most people have trouble saying what they really mean.

You have to listen very carefully to feel what they're saying sometimes-- especially when they or sad or in trouble. And sometimes people just need to talk to someone who understands or to someone who will listen to their problems. They don't always want sympathy, but they always a good listener. Someone said that we are living in a world peopled by those who listen but do not hear, who speak but do not communicate, and who insist that they love but do not notice the pain of the loved one.

------------------------------------------

I hadn't been anywhere except to a doctor's office since this horrendous heat wave began. And, it was back in the spring when I had a haircut. My hair had been cut really too short then. Still, I was beginning to look like a shaggy dog. So, son Barry and I went to the mall last Sunday and I had a good haircut --finally. I didn't have a really short haircut so I will need to go back sooner than I did during this summer.
The weather was still very hot, as it is as I write this.
But, Barry has a good AC in his car. And the only time I was in the heat was the fast ride I had as Barry pushed me across the parking lot to the mall entrance.in my wheelchair.
A bit of philosophy about people: "There are people who make things happen. people who watch things happen, and people who don't know anything happened." Gordon (Nebr) News.

See you next time.

Friday, August 06, 2010

BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

By OLIVENE GODFREY

A beautiful movie, "The Enchanted Cottage", has always been one of my very favorite movies. It was based on a play by Arthur Wing Pinero and was adapted to the silent screen in 1924 as a timely story involving physical and emotional disabilities following the First World War. The 1945 version which I saw that year was an updated World War 11 version set in New England.

Besides the fact that the movie tells a beautiful love story, I remember being impressed with the theme of the movie, which is that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. A soldier who had been altered by his wounds and a girl who by the world's standards was not attractive fall in love. And because of their deep love for each other they see beyond the scars and know each other for what they really are. In the film they appear to each other pictorially as they look to each other, beautiful and unscarred, W.S. Gilbert said, "Things are seldom what they seem. Skim milk masquerades as cream." True beauty must come from the inside, not from cosmetics.

I think most young girls are naturally attractive. But the beauty of youth is a fragile thing that can fade like the color of a rose. If the young girl's beauty isn't replaced with a loveliness that comes from within her, artificial aids cannot mask an inner ugliness of mind and heart. And that young fellah you thought so handsome back in high school or college, what happened to him? Did he continue to grow as a person? And what about the homely brainy youth? Maybe you recognize him now as a distinguished, happy, successful man. Well, of course, not all people who are blessed with natural good looks, become gloomy, unattractive people as they grow older. But, it's wise to remember these words by Reznikoff: "The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly."

------------------------

A successful author once complained to Mark Twain that he was losing his confidence to write, and asked if Twain ever suffered from the feeling. Twain replied, "Once after I had been writing for 15 years, it suddenly dawned on me that I had no talent for writing. But, what could I do? By then I was already famous."

See you next time.