My Own Drummer

     The other day a wonderful lady, I have known since before I was born, told me I, "haven't changed much from when I was a little kid running around, no bigger than this." (Measured the height of mid~thigh on an eighty year old woman). "You have always just been...well...you. Always knowing who you are. Marching happily along to your own band."

     I asked if she didn't mean 'my own drummer'?

     "Oh no!" She laughed, "You have always had the whole band with you!" She patted my shoulder adding, "I have always envied you in that."

        Just last week I re~met a couple of girl's I grew up with...

     Ok, It was more like the universe got us together to, laugh ourselves silly, down memory lane. Along with the fact that we are now our mother's!

     Riiiight!!!

     None of us saw that one coming...at all! 

     It was at that chance meeting of childhood friends that I learned that I...

    

     Wait for it...

    

     Taught one of them "the most important fashion tip...of her life!"

(Her word's...cross my heart!)

     She recalled how I had sat with her and taught her the fine art of...sock rolling. Knee sock's, or ankle socks, were being worn rolled down around our ankles to form "doughnuts", and she couldn't get the hang of it, so she had been folding hers down. She told of how I didn't give up or loose patience, until she 'got it', and that it was so important to her that she still remembers.

     Then we laughed over this picture...Can you guess where I am?

      Yes indeedly~do...that is me in the sailor dress.

     Now don't be to hasty in thinking I'm not lady~like...I had just gotten my first pair of Big Girl shoes and didn't want to take a chance of them not being seen, admired, and appreciated to the fullest extent!

     (Note the groovy rolled sock's please).

     Teacher tried to get me to sit like the other's. She tried to stand me on the back row, but I kept hanging a leg over the bench. Obviously she gave up and...viola! Everyone could, can, and will, see those inspirational shoes.

     They were black leather with a gold buckle on the side that swiveled, allowing the strap to be worn over the foot (as seen) or to be slid to the back of the shoe, around the heel.                        Becoming...Slip~on's!!!

     They were so darn special that I kept them in Mom's closet next to her black Sunday~go~to~meeting shoes!

So in 'Lurking' back, I see my old longer than life neighbor hood friend is right...

     I do indeed love marching through my life to the beat of my own band !

We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.

~Jane Austen

Think positively about yourself.... ask God who made you to keep on remaking you.

~Norman Vincent Peale


 

The words "I am" are potent words; be careful what you hitch them to. The thing you're claiming has a way of reaching back and claiming you.

~A.L. Kitselman

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!

~Audrey Hepburn