My New Year Kiss!

Why do we all kiss each other at the stroke of 12? Where did that come from?

Well after some research, here is what I found!
In some cultures, there is a tradition of kissing someone at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve. When the clock strikes twelve couples embrace for a kiss to celebrate the upcoming year. Some hold the superstition that failing to kiss someone when the ball drops ensures a year of loneliness. Whether this is true or not, most people kiss their significant other in joyous celebration of the beginning of a new year.
When celebrating at a Scottish Hogmanay party, it is custom to try and give a kiss to everyone in the room after the stroke of midnight "the bells".

Welcome 2011!

I never make a New Year Resolution, but I am going to make one this year. It will be to take more time for myself. I am not saying that I am going to be selfish, but to not put myself on the back burner, like I have been doing. I really enjoy caring for me family, giving my all to my job, volunteering all my spare time to Hearthside and time at daily monitoring my websites and blogs. Somewhere in all of this, I have not spent any time to self improvement. My spiritual health is in need of repair. My physical health need a lot of attention.
After saying all that!
Happy New Year to all my readers and friends and keep healthy in 2011!

My Grand Daugther, Alexa on Youtube!

Alexa's introduction to the fridge lock. She is not a happy camper!

                                                                       Isn't she a doll??

Christmas with the Grand Children!

It makes my heart sing to be around my grand Children around Christmas time.

I am a docent and tour guide for an Historic house in Lincoln , RI.

On Sunday Dec. 12th. we had a children's reading of "The Night Before Christmas."

My daughter brought her two oldest to the house to enjoy the festivities and meet Santa.

 

The children told  Santa what they wanted for Christmas,

and even grandma put in her request too...

What a joyful occasion.

Marry Christmas to all ! 

Lost Love

I have found my lost love. Many years have gone by and I had to learn to live and try to forget a past love. As time went by the longing for him got worst. But like everything in life you learn to adjust.


After 20 years, I have found my love.

This is Ovette Altamirano, He is my best friend and long lost love.

He is living far away in Demark, living a healthy life on a farm. Lucky for him.

I miss him dearly, but, I know he is well and at peace. I am just glad that we have found each other after so many years.
Memories of my youth with Ovette.
I found some wonderful photos of my adventure with my dear friend and dance partner. It was many years ago.  So it seems. But I remember it well. As I sat and looked at these photos I fell in love with dance all over again.

Ovette and I preformed a lovely dance this night in the Copley Plaza Hotel Ballroom.
He was only 19 years old and I was twenty somthing. We dance to a song called "Forever Young"!

That night I fell in love with Ovette. I do not know if it was because of the emotional words of the song or the passion I felt from the dance. It was spectacular!

Mystro and Frank Metal Work Art

This is where Mystro and Frank spend their spear time. They are Artist in the Steal and Metal Yard.



Working with metal has been a passion for the both of them for quit some time now. I can say they have mastered the art. You can see many of their works though out the city.





As You can see, they are having fun and hard at work creating a bike rack for the city side walks. It is a project that they have spent many months on.






As you can see, this project is a big success!
Great Job!

The Joy of Family and Friends

This week was a marvel. I meet for the first time my new great grandson, Desmond.

He is just a month old. Here you can see I am in my glory. I spent the day meeting a new member to the family and then reuniting with an old friend from many years ago. I had not see Susu for over 10 years. It was a wonderful trip down memory lane.