Heart for Writing

Today is my birthday but it brings back a memory that my "Icelandic mother" made for me many years ago.  After I arrived in Iceland , I turned 18 several days later.  It is still difficult to be away from home at that age, although you think you are all grown up. I remember being tired after those few days, “jet lag” as I would call it.   Iceland is five hours ahead of us.   Mamma heard me mention something about a song that I liked.   She was fluent in German along with her native Icelandic and spoke some broken English. We taught each other. So she had a record that she put on the stereo and turned it up so I would hear it. “Upon the Roof” played and made me feel right at home.   I loved the other songs too.   It was instrumental by Percy Faith and his orchestra. What can you do, but get up to that?   I got up and went out to the living room to smiling faces.   It was the weekend and both mamma and pabbi were home.   We ate breakfast together.   They were 14 years olde

I can’t believe it is the first of July already. Where does time go? Time! I have been gone and not near any internet access so that’s why I missed my Tues. slice.   I know that I want to write more than just Tuesdays but life just gets in the way. I was cleaning my parent’s home.   My mom can’t do it any more and my dad is ill and we have no idea how long it might be and my mom wants everything to look nice. Mom is 86 and Dad is 88.   I feel very blessed to have had my parents this long.   Mom has severe emphysema and Dad has Parkinson Disease.   Dad was a very industrious farmer who worked in the factory to feed and clothe his five children and wife.   My mother never worked outside the home but she was a help mate to my dad. I believe I talked about that earlier.   She is still by his side in their home.   They have been married for 65 years this year.   It is a legacy for us. Time! What is time?   It goes too slow when we are waiting for something and too fast when we don’t want