For years I have made web pages , simple little things
that bring me pleasure to do and share with you. I started
out by sending them to my "friends" because I was so proud
that I had learned how to do them. As time went on, I had people
asking if I had a guestbook, and honestly at the time had no idea
what they were talking about. I had a good online friend that I
eventually met who was great with the webbies and she took me under
her wing and I am positive that the last 25 grey hairs she has
have got my name on them, but never did she loose patience with me,
and Spirit, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. (her link is
on my website, check it out when you get time...you wont be sorry)
Anyway ...to my surprise, I had more and more people
asking to see my pages, and now my mailing list has grown
to 3000 plus. Now to get to the purpose of this mailing:)..
I know I know....finally you say:))))
There are very few people on the internet that know
anything about me, as I have remained very private in my
personal life . . To most of you, I'm Ladywolf, the lady who
makes web pages, sometimes pretty good ones , but
today, I'm gonna let you really take a peek inside my head:)
I have 2 daughters and 3 granddaughters, all which are the light
of my life. My oldest daughter is the one my Mama wished on me
when I was a "youngster" and giving her grey hairs.....( hummm
looks like I haven't changed very much). She and I came to a
big disagreement a few years back and to my greatest sorrow
I have lost contact with her.....My youngest one...
well what can I say . . she is every Mothers delight... No one
could ask for a better daughter than she is,
she is such a joy and comfort to me. I have 3 grandaughters, all
very precious in their own unique way.
I'm a newlywed.. I hit and missed for years until I met my now
husband and we have been deleriously happy since our first meeting.
(we met online believe it or not... but that is another story..
If you check out the romance section of my website...
well most of the pages were made with him in mind and
always in my heart:)
I work in an "Assisted Living Care Facility" about 16 miles from
where we live, in our little "hickabilly" town . We also
have a ceramic shop, and until this past Sunday, we had a couple
booths at the flea market where we sold our ceramics. I teach
(am certified) ceramic classes. I decided it would be a great
idea to make a Christmas ornament for all of the "residents"
at the home. So ... I asked my hunny as he does all the molding,
cleaning etc. (the hard part) what he thought of the idea, and
him being the sweet man he is...said great :)..I asked my class
members if they would help to paint them and they said ok too..
Soooo...we did..we took one class night and everyone painted, and
after they were done I wrote the residents names on them in gold.
...I took the ornaments to work and had put a little
note on them telling them that the 2002 class of
"Dreamcatcher Ceramics" had made the ornaments for them.
We placed them at their places at dinner..
There is a small sitting area just outside the dining room,
and as I walked by, the "regulars"
that sit there were admiring their names and was so,so proud of
their little gifts..they were looking at each others, twirling
them around, showing them to anyone who would look.
I myself, headed to the restroom to have
a good cry. I was so humbled just to see the joy and pleasure
they got from such a small gift. But I suppose that the feeling
that someone cared was what made them so happy.
We decided with my working at a outside job and us trying to
run the shop and the flea market, well it was just too much for me.
I'm not quiet as young as I used to be and lawdy do I get tired, and
my hunny was getting a lil' more grey in his hair (dang...
there goes that grey thing again...do you think there is a
pattern here or something???) from me being....
ummmm lets just say a tad grumpy, that we would close
the flea market down. We seemed to be working all the time, and
enjoying life less. The shop was going down, the health department
was threating to condemn the house and the neighbors thought we
had moved.
On Sunday, I got the bright idea that if we sold things cheap
we would have less to pack up and move :).so..we started telling
the customers that we were packing up and would give them
a good deal on anything they wanted...
I had a Elvis statue that was about 2 1/2 feet tall and
was holding his quitar.
I had painted him with a white jumpsuit with red sequins
down his pant legs, all around his collar, and even had
strings on his guitar. It was quiet an impressive piece to say
the least.
There was an old gentleman that came in and asked
the price. I had it for $100.00 but told him I would make him
a wonderful deal of $50.00 since it was Christmas. He left and
returned a second time, asking if I would take less. I told
him I was losing money as it was. For some reason he stuck in
my head and after he left the second time, thoughts of him
kept returning.
I was busy with a customer and my hunny was away at the time
(spending some of that money we had made, wonder if he was
buying me a present???...nooo probably some Clariol for his grey
hair that he says I gave him)..anyway....this gentleman returns
again and asks about Elvis. He asked what the very bottom dollar
I would take for the statue and before I answered,
he said $30.00 ??.. I told him I couldn't because I had more
than that in it..
He then turned to me, and locked his
watery blue eyes on mine and said " Please Ma'am " If I live
to be a hundred years old, I will hear his voice in my head
asking " Please Ma'am " I opened my mouth to say no, but
said OK instead. I picked up the statue to wrap it, and he
turned away and reached for his wallet.
Now as I'm wrapping Elvis all snug in paper and plastic,
I'm berating myself for being so stupid.
I figure he has his back to me so I won't see
him sorting thru the $100s in his wallet. He seems to be taking
an awful long time , so I wait on another customer.
He then calls me over to him and when I get close, I see he has
stacks of change counted out on the table. He tells me he
doesn't have quiet enough. He has a 20 dollar bill, two ones and
six dollars forty four cents in nickles, dimes and pennies.
Again, he looks at me with those eyes . . I simply reach down
scrape the loose change off the table, hand him the Elvis , hand him back his money
and wish him a Merry Christmas. His face lights up
and his eyes shine brighter than any star I have ever saw . .
He asks me if he can hug me, and without hesitation, I walk
into the warmth of his trembling arms..
He had two other bags with small things he had purchased, and
was so excited about Elvis he almost forgot them.
I put the smaller one inside the other to make it easier for
him to carry. He then told me he was getting the statue for
a sweet lil friend of his, who loved Elvis and had had a very
hard year.
He wished me a Merry Christmas and thanked me profusely again
and when he turned to go his step was somewhat lighter,
and he left me with a wink of those blue eyes, and tears in mine.
Andrew returned shortly after and I proceded to tell him what I
had done, knowing he was going to chide me for my soft heart.
But as I told him the story, he just hugged me and said
he knew what I was going to say before I told him,
and that it was OK :)))(such a kind hearted man).. As I turned, the
gentleman came back asking if he had left one of his bags, and
I proceded to show him where it was, inside of the other..
He turned to go, stopped and thanked us again...and left
smiling.... I was so happy that Andrew got to meet him..
I guess the moral of this is that I hope that one day if I live
to get old, that maybe someone will do for me or my loved ones
a deed that will make them happier if only for a little while.
I have no idea who this gentleman is, where he lives, or what
cards in life have been dealt to him... All I do know is,
he has left a profound imprint on my life, and I can only pray that
whomever gets that Elvis for Christmas...knows just how lucky
she is to have a friend such as he..
Merry Christmas To You All
LadyWolf
