Monthly Archives: December 2011

Everything An Auntie Should Be


Greetings to all you wonderful people. So, here is where I would usually write about something fun or a funny experience or just about anything that I think you might find entertaining. And although I began my day with the idea in my head of what this post would be about, a phone call from a small town in Iowa wiped that thought from my head. Instead I am all consumed, thinking of the most wonderful and lively individual that I have ever had the good fortune to know. Her name was Virginia Atkinson and she was my Aunt.

I speak of Virginia in the past tense because, as you may have guessed, she has put aside this mortal coil. She left quietly from her hospice bed this very day. No pomp, no parade, no women tearing at their clothes in grief, wailing for her passing. Only the silence respectful tears of those few that were witness, mourned her departure…


She was the life of the party, the cheerful word. Always a smile on her face and never a bad word to anyone. She was comfort, yet the firm and encouraging hand when the situation called for it. She was a Rockwell caricature, a citizen of Maybury and apple pie all rolled into one. But most of all, she was LOVE.  She was everything an Auntie should be.

So let the church bells toll! Let the announcement be made that the brightest star in the sky has gone out! Let me run through the streets like a child, calling her name until I am breathless. Let this day be marked in history and may it read that someone of unique character has left us. That person was Virginia Atkinson.

It shames me now to think of the time I let pass between us, when I promised to visit and never arrived. When I didn’t pick up that phone when her name sprang to mind. How easy it was for me to forget her while she was still here. “Well, next year I’ll have the money to fly out to see you,” I’d say. But a year stretched on into the next and then the next one and she grew old and sickness came to her. Now she is gone and I have only myself to blame for the time I squandered away. Such is my burden to bere.

But I will not be one to leave you on a sad note! The suffering I endure from her loss will never over shadow the joy she brought to my life. The joy that fills my heart with each remembered moment we shared.

I hold my glass up high, delivering up this toast.

“To you, Virginia. You taught us more than we knew, you gave us more than we could have wanted, you made us better than we were. May God’s arms welcome you to him.”

Peace ~ K.L. Parry

My Auntie loved her Yorkies!



‘Twas The Night Before Christmas


Well, here we are, 4 days to Christmas and I’m so excited as I look forward to all the Christmas activities I have planned for my family this year. Yes, I said activities. It’s hard to ensure quality time together as a family when your children are grown with lives separate from your own. So, in recent years, I’ve started planning events for my family. Activities we can all enjoy for longer than it takes to unwrap a present. Sure, I still give out a present or two. But, in theses last few years, my gifts to my family and myself have been our adventures together. Last year, my sons, sister and I drove to Palm Springs for the day. This year, on the day before Christmas, (thanks to a generous friend), we are going to Universal Studios. For Christmas Day, it’s dinner and a movie at the Gold Class Cinema in Pasadena.

Now this idea is fairly new to me but evidently may of my friends and their families have been doing these kind of things for years. My friend David meets up with his family for a week-long camping adventure. Another takes his family to Big Bear every year for skiing and snowboarding. Who knew?

Regardless of what your plans are, remember that it is a birthday we’re celebrating. So whether you’re at the snow with the kids, on the beach with your husband or hanging out with Fido in front of the tv with a rented movie and delivery pizza, take a moment to reflect on the joyous meaning of this day.

On another subject, I did ask friends on FB if they’d like to write their own versions of “Twas The Night Before Christmas” and that I would post it on the blog. I can remember, as a kid, doing this and thought it would be fun for some of my friends. Oops! Guess MY idea of fun was mine alone. 😦  Me with sad face. Now, I’ve only mine to post. Standing alone, corny and goofy as it is, here you have it.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house there was evidence of mischief scattered about. Bows here, ribbons there, powdered sugar dusting the walls. But not a soul would lay claim to causing it all. 
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang out the door to see what was the matter. When what to my wondering eyes did I see, two cats leaping through boughs of the Christmas lit trees.
Their fur dusted white, they bounded with glee as they pulled at the strings on the brightly lite eves. Then I called to my kitties to stop all their fun as I raced back inside to find my squirt gun. The moral is none, because as you see Cats will always find mischief even on Christmas Eve.

My Christmas Lights

Merry Christmas!

K.L. Parry

Storm Troopers and The Little Princess


Well, it has been a busy couple of weeks. Between work at my jobs and Christmas preparations I haven’t had much time left for my other pursues… not that I’m complaining, I LOVE IT!

Now, I’d like to touch briefly on a subject that has been brought to my attention a couple of times over the last several years. That subject would be Spelling and in particular, MY Spelling. People, most of my blogs are written in the wee hours of the morning and once I’ve finished, I do employ spell check to correct my errors. However, it’s not fool-proof particularly when my eyes refuse to focus any longer. Then there is the occasion where I intentionally change the spelling of a word such as “Linner”. Linner is the meal between lunch and dinner… Linner. I apologize if my play on words is not always made clear to every reader. And lastly, “Rebbecca“. I know that is not the correct spelling of the name, but I like the visual appeal of this spelling and it still reads the same. So there, get over it!

On to other things. I have a story to tell you. Last week, it was early morning around 4:00, I woke to the sound of a voice. It was coming from my kitchen, mumbling incoherently. (Now, my bed, I set up each night in the living room so that is how I was able to hear the voice from my kitchen.) At first, still half asleep, I just found it curious. But, as I began to wake fully, panic set in as I realized there was a stranger in my home. It was very dark in my little apartment and I kept still to my bed, thinking on how I was going to get my hands on the nine iron that stood across the room, propped against the wall. I knew if I was to make a dash for it, I’d be seen. So I tossed out that idea, (silly, I don’t know why), jumped out of bed, dashed to the kitchen and flipped on the lights. I’m not sure what I was considering for my defence, but thankfully I found the kitchen unoccupied. I was relieved until I saw my cat, her arched back reaffirming that there was indeed something a miss and not  a case of an over active imagination having its way with me. Then, I heard the voice again. What! It was coming from the four-inch plastic Storm Trooper that sat a top my kitchen table, a gift for a friend. How can that be? I knew it was supposed to be a talking figure but I had discovered, after getting it home, that the mechanism was not working. I thought to myself, paranormal activity, haunted toy! Visions of Twilight Zone episodes and Karen Black with pigmy dolls chasing her flooded my thoughts. I steeled myself and picked up the toy to confront the entity. It was then that I discover the shrink wrap tightly depressing the talk button on the doll. Relief flooded over me as I quickly grabbed a knife and sliced off the wrap. Needless to say, I was a bit rattled from the experience as I returned to my bed, pulling the covers over my head. I delivered the gift first thing the next morning. I wasn’t taking any chances..  ha.

A screenshot from the film

Now for a couple quick reviews of what I consider some Classics.  The first is “The Little Princess“, starring Shirley Temple, 1939. Still one of my favs. this movie is the story of a young girl in Victorian England. The daughter of a wealthy military man, she is thrown into an impoverished existence when her father is reported to have been killed in a military action and his financial holdings seized. Refusing to believe her father dead, she disobeys her warden, sneaking out to search for him.

I was fortunate to find this on DVD at a local drug store for $1.99  What a treat! Classic film making at its best!

Theatrical release poster

Next is the original (I believe) version of “A Christmas Carol”, starring Reginald Owen, 1938. It is the story of a miserly old fool by the name of Ebenezer Scrooge who upon the eve of Christmas is visited by the ghost of his business partner in an attempt to persuade him to change his miserable and unhappy life. The message is certainly one worth reminding ourselves of at any time of the year.

If you have Charter Cable, you can view this at On Demand in the Free Movie section.

“I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses. All of us.” – Quoted  from the 1939 film The Little Princess

Merry Christmas~ K.L. Parry