Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

October 28, 2008

Filed under: — Constance at 8:38 pm on Monday, October 27, 2008

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We are watching the leaves depart from the branches at a furious rate now, as winds have picked up and temperatures have gone below freezing. Alphie’s chocolate coat is particularly suited to the color palette of our pasture and woods, and he is always eager to lead us on the familiar paths as he appears to find new and interesting scents every time we go forth.


After setting forth my lovely Commandments, I commenced to break them across the weekend. Flu germs came happily into my beleaguered system to join the entrenched lung thing (which causes me to cough with those extended wheezes that one might hear from someone who has smoked unfiltered cigarettes for a lifetime) and it was too much.music.jpg I sat down on the bridge over our stream and cried in dismay, frustration and despair while Alphie sat nearby looking sad and worried. Admittedly, he has that same look when he is not sure whether we will invite him along in the car, or when he is thinking that a treat should arrive, but it is a most sympathetic look nonetheless. Now, a few days later, I am past the flu part, but the cough goes on. My empathy toward asthmatics has increased a thousandfold
in the last days, and my dearest hope is that this too will pass.

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Comment by Lynda

October 28, 2008 @ 9:33 am

Aunt Connie,

I’m sorry you are not feeling well. This time of year always reminds me of a story….

It was a dark Halloween night!! (As any good story should begin.) As a little girl living in the country we were not allowed to go trick-or-treating very often, but this year was an exception. My family, Mom, Dad, Leesa, Brad and I all traveled the short distance to my grandparents house to trick-or-treat, or mostly trick. Now my grandparents didn’t take trick-or- treaters, so I started walking slowly up the sidewalk in my princess costume to a very dark house. I rang the doorbell. My grandmother appeared, put candy in my bag and turned to go back inside. “It’s me Grandma!” I pleaded. She was very excited to see me. My Mom, Dad and sister and I all went into the house. We pretended my brother stayed at home. After some conversation the doorbell rang again. This time my brother, with his six feet two inch stature stood in the door. He wore a winter cap that covered all of his face except his mouth. He looked like a giant and carried a huge garbage bag that stretched almost to the floor as his treat bag. He yelled out “Trick- or-Treat!” in strange voice. My Mom, Dad, Sister and I could hardly control our laughter. Now not recognizing him my sweet grandma began filling the enormous garbage bag with candy. At the same time my Grandfather sat up in his chair and said something in German. My brother soon let them off the hook and we all had a very good laugh.

Hope this brings you a little seasonal cheer. I can still see Grandpa in his chair. We wish you and your family a blessed harvest season.

Lynda

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Comment by Tom Ramsey

October 28, 2008 @ 7:49 pm

Connie, so sorry to read of your recent “not feeling well.” Glad you were able to have a good cry…that’s good medicine…you continue to be an inspiration to me and, I’m sure, to all who read your blog. God’s blessings…Jesus loves you…and so do I!…Tom

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Comment by dick gale

November 4, 2008 @ 7:43 pm

Hi Connie and all:

It has been quite a while since I have written, but it has only been several hours since you were in my morning thoughts and prayers.

Take care — so many, many times and many, many places we have thought of you, your spouse, music / especially the organ, and, of course, your special pooch, over these past months.

dick gale, laguna woods, CA

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