was part of my dad’s dream to become the next Mickey Mantle (home run champion) or Pete Rose (when that name referred to Charlie Hustle, the quintessential hard-nosed and disciplined major league hit leader). My dad’s hopes were high, and my brothers and I strove to please him. I joined the Babe Ruth Baseball League when I was 13. I was a good Little League player, but I was intimidated by the big boys. The pitchers were bigger, faster, and more cunning. I was a good first baseman, but my hitting needed to improve.
I didn’t sit down with a pencil and paper, like Leonardo da Vinci, but sorted out in my mind how to create a tool to help me practice. I found a six to seven-foot-long log, four inches in diameter. The
previous winter there was an ice storm that left hundreds of feet of electrical cable on the ground in the field behind our house. (I never thought that it belonged to the electrical company.) I dug a hole about two feet deep and dropped my pole into it. Because I didn’t have any cement, I surrounded it with broken brick and tamped dirt around it. Then I drilled a hole in the top of the pole and through a baseball. Next, I connected the two with a six-foot piece of wire. My batting tool worked great! I spent hours at a time swinging the ball around the pole. Like a tether ball, I swung the ball around, hitting it on the first, second, or third time as it whirled back the other way. Unfortunately, the wire would only last so long and I would have to replace it. I had enough wire to last the
whole summer.
Yes. It did improve my batting average.
My dad pushed my brothers and I, hoping we would become good enough to play semi-pro ball one day. Maybe I should say, he trained us. He coached us, encouraged us continually, and gave us opportunity to practice. We practiced as a family at the ballpark. We practiced with games we invented. We practiced in the backyard. My dad never outgrew his love for the game or us. You might say my family was obsessed with the game. We all developed a love for it.
How would you like it if you found out you were playing on the wrong team? Suppose while a baby, strangers kidnapped you. Years later, your team is
clobbering all the others in the league. One day, the police arrested your parents for abducting you. You are returned to your true family with many questions and doubts. After some time of adjustment, you return to baseball. Your passion for the sport never waned. Now, because your real dad is a coach, he asks you to play for him.
That is what happened to the apostle Paul. In Philippians 3, he describes his zeal and love to please God as a Pharisee. One day he is confronted with the truth and discovers he has been playing ball with the wrong team. Paul was knocked down but got up and turned around
By Jan McCanless janmccanless@aol.com
The song says it best when it tells of June busting out all over, you ain’t kidding! I can’t remember a time when our azaleas looked so beautiful... or lasted so long in bloom as they have this Spring. Must have something to do with the past winter’s weather.
As a child, June meant the end of the school year, and it meant we were headed for warmer days up at our Michigan cottage.
Mom would pack a steamer trunk with all the stuff we
would need for our 3 month stay. She’d make a bed for my brother Gregg and I out of the back seat, and my dad would drive all night and day, straight through to get there.
Where Gregg and I would immediately head down to the lake, about 50 yards out the front door. We slept, while our parents drove, stopping only for gas and food.
Things were different back then. We always got to Michigan at cherry picking time, so many tourists would pull over to the side of the road and watch the cherry picking.
It was usually done by Indians, not a politically correct term nowadays, but back in the 40’s and 50’s, there didn’t seem to be a phrase called ‘politically correct or incorrect”. We always bought some of the fruit as well, and mom would whip up a pie or two when we got to the cabin. Now, I reckon the cherries are picked a lot differently; but back then, very tall ladders were used, and once the bucket was full, the picker would climb down, give the bucket to someone, grab another, and climb back up 12 feet to get more. We
were fascinated by it all.
Once at the lake, my parents would sleep after 12 hours of driving, leaving Gregg and I to explore on our own. They always said that my brother, being older, was in charge. For anyone else, that would be good news, but as I’ve said so many times, mine was a scamp and a schemer, so there was no telling what mischief he would get us in.
One year in particular stands out. Soon after we arrived and my parents settled in, Gregg and I went Continued
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in the opposite direction. Like the energizer bunny, he never lost his energy but continued with the same head of steam as before, but in the right direction.
When I built my batting apparatus, I knew I needed to focus on the ball better. Through hours of repetition and practice, I learned to concentrate on the ball’s movement and meeting it with my bat using the proper swing.
The same is true in our lives. I believe that many have lost our sense of direction or never had the right one. What are we focused on? We have heard the sayings, “You are what you eat, do, or love.” Many suggestions define who we are. Proverbs 23:7 says, “For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.” What we focus on, we become. This isn’t about the “Power of Positive Thinking.” Our minds are shaped by the thoughts, dreams, and information we habitually process. Philippians 4:8 tells us to dwell on truth, loveliness, and virtue. We all know people who are so focused on bitterness and
revenge that others continue to evade them. People who surround themselves with bitter and ornery folks, will naturally become pessimistic and resentful of others. Those who concentrate on love, forgiveness, and reconciliation are a beacon of welcome and friendship. Psalm 37:4 tells us, “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.” This isn’t saying He is a cosmic Santa Claus. Instead, He reveals that when our delight is in our relationship with Him, our desires will be for those He wants us to enjoy.
Stop wearing yourself out for the things that have no eternal value. Don’t waste time trying to change things out of your control (like complaining about the price of eggs). Why spend energy on trying to change others? That isn’t your job. If you carefully analyze your doubts, lack of peace, or
unhappiness, you may discover you have been placing your ladder for success on the wrong building. That is, you have been following the wrong ruler (the empty desires of the world, your inner self, or the devil). This is another way to say you’ve been playing ball for the wrong master!
Following Paul’s example will lead to true joy and lasting peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:6-7).
As you consider your life’s work and purpose, remember this batting illustration. Focus on where the ball is. Set goals that will please God. Practice daily. Spend time daily with God. Be a learner from your mistakes and make proper adjustments. Humble yourself before God and man. Admit your wrongs and seek forgiveness and reconciliation with others. Go out. Play ball. Have fun!
Oh, the Joys of June!
continued from page 1 exploring, and there, climbing a tree, was a fairly large snake. Don’t know what kind it was, quite frankly, I didn’t get that close to ask it. Gregg had just gotten a brand-new Boy Scout knife from our dad, and he whipped that thing out! Threw it at the snake, and pinned it to the tree, whereupon the snake coiled itself around the knife, clear up to the hilt. Naturally, Gregg wanted his
knife back, but he was not going to touch that snake to do it. The only recourse, was to go wake our dad up, and get HIM to retrieve the knife. Well, you can imagine how delighted the man was to been roused from a well deserved nap. That was just the first day of our summer vacation, there was more to come... for another time, perhaps. Doncha love to reminisce?
The Best Father’s Day Ever!
By: Michelle Witty Williams Animalmom9053@gmail.com
When you see someone asking for help because they feel they’ve hit rock bottom and believe the only way out is to take their own life – know that their cry for help is real. Sometimes, you just have to take a chance and help a stranger. That’s where this story begins.
Almost 9 or 10 years ago, I saw a post on Facebook from a young man crying out for help. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to do something. So, I messaged this stranger to offer my help. He told me he was living in a homeless shelter in Salisbury, and his ex wouldn’t let him see his little boy, who meant the world to him. He was asking for help to get to a hospital – or he was going to take his own life.
I told him not to do anything drastic, that I would come pick him up and get him help. And yes, I was scared he might hurt me when I got there – absolutely. But he reassured me and even told me to bring someone with me so I wouldn’t be afraid. So, I called my mom and told her what was going on. She said, “Come pick me up, and I’ll go with you.” At that point, I was
thinking, “Now he’s got two people to hurt.”
I messaged him again and told him we were on our way, and asked where to pick him up. He said he was in Concord at a food place. I told him what kind of car I was driving, and when we pulled up, he walked straight to the car. We introduced ourselves, and he got into the back seat. The whole time, I kept thinking, “This is how we’re going to die.”
We drove to Northeast (NE), and he and I went inside together. He told me it was okay if I wanted to leave, but I said no – I was going to stay. I didn’t want to risk him walking out and not getting help. I waited with him until they put a hospital band on his wrist, and a little while later, they took him back. As he was walking away, he turned and looked at me with the saddest expression and mouthed, “Thank you.”
All I could do was nod because, by then, I was crying like a baby – hoping I had done the right thing. And yesterday morning, I knew for sure that I absolutely had.
Later on, he contacted me and asked if I could go to the shelter and pick up his belongings. Since he would be gone for more than a few days, they wouldn’t hold onto them. So, I went to the shelter, wondering what I’d gotten myself into, thinking again, “This is how I die.” But let me tell you – the people staying at the shelter were some of the kindest, sweetest humans I’ve ever met. When they found
out why I was there, they all helped gather his things and filled up the back of my vehicle. Each one of them had the biggest smile on their face.
As I got ready to leave, I thanked every single one of them. We shook hands, and I said my goodbyes. So far, I hadn’t been hurt by a stranger or attacked at the shelter –despite what my fears kept telling me.
A few weeks later, I met up with Robert to give him his belongings. The first thing he did was show me pictures of his little boy on his phone.
Years went by, and we both went on with our lives… until yesterday morning at Tamarac.
I saw a young man walk in wearing a pink shirt. He sat down, and I asked, “What are you drinking, buddy?” He said, “Water.” I brought it over to his table, and he asked, “What’s your name?” I said, “Michelle.”
Then he said, “Michelle Witty Williams?” I laughed and said, “Yes.”
He looked at me and asked, “Do you know who I am?” I hesitated and said, “Robert?”
He smiled and said, “Yes. Do you remember me?” That’s when the tears came. I said, “Yes.”
He stood up, and we hugged –just like we had 10 years ago.
He said he wanted to thank me for helping him all those years ago. And then, with the biggest smile I’ve
ever seen, he told me he had just gotten full custody of his son – the day before. Once again, he proudly pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of him and his son standing side by side.
I could not have been more proud. His son, who was only a couple of years old in the last picture I’d seen, was now a tall young man.
But the best part of the story? Robert is now out traveling and ministering to others.
So next time you see someone asking for help, please help them. It could change their life – but also yours.
And Robert, if you happen to see this story somehow in Senior Savvy, I just want you to know how proud I am of you and how happy I am that you turned your life around to help others. Take care of that precious little boy you never gave up on, no matter what life threw at you.
You did it, my friend! Have a blessed Father’s Day!
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For the Love of Libraries
Theresa Parker Pierce rowanhistorylady@gmail.com
My love of libraries started in elementary school, in 1962. Once a week my classmates and I visited the school library where our librarian read a book aloud. I sat with rapt attention as she drew me in. Of course, after she closed the book, that book became the “ungetable get.” She placed it back on the shelf for the next class. Afterwards we browsed to find the one book we could keep at our home for a whole week. Our librarian knew us well and even better knew our preferences. We left the library with our treasured book, holding it ever so carefully to our hearts so the corners would not bend.
When new books came in, they were the envy of everyone. They had that new book smell. The pages were crisp. This was a time before book fairs and big box book
stores. I grew up in a family that was print rich with newspapers and magazines. My parents valued education, but not fiction. We had a set of encyclopedias that was helpful for school assignments. I tell my grandchildren that encyclopedias were what we referenced before the invention of the internet.
I knew there was a public library but without a way to get there, I just dreamed about it. When I became a parent, I visited ours with my family. Summer reading programs were very popular then (and still are today). Puppet shows, storytellers and skits engaged my children before they checked out books, filled out reading logs and entered contests. This filled in the gap over the summer. My kids avoided what teachers call the “summer slump” by keeping up their reading.
At the age of 30, one of my friends handed me a Janette Oke book and said, “Read this. You’ll like it.”
My reply, “I am not a reader.”
She came back with, “Sure you are. You’re a teacher.”
I looked forlornly, “I don’t read for fun. I don’t have time.”
She spoke these magic
Baking Soda: A Gardener’s Secret Weapon!
Here are 10 clever, tried-and-true uses for baking soda in the garden that everyone swears by:
Natural Fungicide: Mix 1 tablespoon baking soda with 1 gallon water and a few drops of dish soap. Spray on roses, grapes, and tomatoes to stop powdery mildew.
Sweeten Your Tomatoes: Dust a little baking soda around the base of tomato plants. It lowers soil acidity and makes your tomatoes taste sweeter!
Weed Control: Sprinkle baking soda into the cracks of walkways or patios. It helps kill small weeds without harsh chemicals.
Pest Deterrent: Sprinkle baking soda around your plants to deter ants, roaches, and slugs. They hate it!
Test Your Soil pH: Wet the soil and sprinkle baking soda on it – if it bubbles, your soil is acidic. Fast and free soil testing!
Boost Compost Freshness: Toss a little baking soda into your compost pile to cut down on odors. Your nose will thank you!
Freshen Up Garden Tools: Make a paste of baking soda and water to scrub off rust and grime from your tools. They’ll shine like new!
Deodorize Your Hands: After a day of gardening, rub your hands with baking soda and water to remove strong smells like onion, garlic, or fertilizer.
Keep Cut Flowers Fresh: Add a teaspoon of baking soda to your vase water. It helps flowers last longer and stay vibrant!
Discourage Rabbits: Lightly sprinkle baking soda around tender plants – rabbits usually avoid it.
People have been using these tricks for decades, and trust me –they WORK! Simple, safe, and so budget-friendly!
words, “A page a day.”
I took home the book and read a page a day which became more. Reading fiction became like watching television or a movie, only better because I could pick it up and stop as needed. Being a young mother meant someone always needed something, but every night before I closed my eyes, I read a page a day. To this day, Janette Oke tops my list of favorite writers. (If you are not familiar with her, her books have been made into the Hallmark television series, “When Calls the Heart.”) Literally, that is all it took to hook me to become a reader. Now if I don’t have a library book, I feel like I am missing out.
Becoming an avid reader changed my classroom too. Of course, I read to my students but I began to make literature connections to everything. We read historical novels to hook students’ interest in topics like flight, wars, and science. I kept books on display, referencing them as I taught. Students signed up to be next to read them. I discovered I could apply for grants to purchase sets of books so everyone had access to a copy.
I bought books at author visits and asked to have them autographed. I told my students they were highly prized. That made them more appealing. I continued to pepper my home and classroom with diverse books so everyone had something relatable. Books found their place in my lesson plans, units and curriculum. When I taught history, I spent a great
deal of time on the library’s third floor in the research room. The staff was so knowledgeable and helpful. They introduced me to materials like microfilm, maps and periodicals that I would never have found on my own.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to travel with second graders to Stories by the Mill Stream This lovely event is held annually at Sloan Park every fall. Storytellers from all over are invited to entertain children with their material. When I retired, I was invited to be a presenter. Now I spend time anticipating, studying and preparing for this beautiful day sponsored by the Friends of the Library Last year I dressed in overalls as a train engineer and did a retelling of The Little Engine that Could. The year before I dressed as a schoolmarm and did a retelling of The Last Strawberry.
In retirement, the public library is my “go to” place for books and printing, research for my history hobby and more. I do own books but I could never afford all that I want to read. The librarians will put more popular books on hold and call me when they come in. There are resources like audio books and periodicals. They even sell gently used books and gift baskets.
My love of libraries grew because a school librarian read aloud to me and my friend put a book in my hand. When I walk out the library door now, I hold my “ungetable get” close to my heart so I don’t bend the edges.
Summer Fun?
Louanne Stanton Louannestanton.com
June is when summer events and activities crank up to a higher level than the rest of the year (excluding Thanksgiving and Christmas). There are graduations, weddings, family vacations, and cookouts galore. Many people experience higher levels of grief during this time. Going to an event for the first time without your loved one by your side can be overwhelming or uncomfortable. Here are some ideas to get you through this busy
season, and you can keep them for later in the year as well!
One of the most important things I can share with you is not to over-commit to your schedule. When you are grieving, it takes an inordinate amount of energy. Most people feel exhausted yet still feel the pressure and obligation to continue their current schedule of activities. Well-meaning friends and family will try to get you to “get out” because they think it will do you good. This is a great opportunity for you to tell them how exhausting grieving is and that you need some extra time during this period of your life. You may need to solicit the help of a close friend or someone in the family to share this with others if you don’t think you can say the words. *Now is also a good
Reflections of My Daddy
IJill Earnhardt jearnhardtrn@gmail.com
n my eyes, my earthly Daddy could do no wrong. He was the first man that I ever loved. He was my friend, my confidant and the source of comedic relief.
For those of us that had to say goodbye and are not fortunate to have our earthly dads with us, this time of the yrear can be very hard.
This year I have chosen to reflect on a few lessons that I learned from my sweet daddy:
• Always talk to the good Lord every day when you get up because your day will go better.
• Work hard every day!
•Honor your parents all of the days of their lives. He lost his mom when he was 6. He affectionally called my materal grandmother ‘Mom’. He was such a good son to his dad, assisting with his care until he passed away.
•Having a family was so important to him. He was a listening ear to those that needed to be heard and a voice of reason when you just needed good advice.
time for me to point out that there is no timeline for grief. Some people can get back to their regular schedule sooner than others. There is no shame in taking the time you need. *
When you get multiple invitations to family outings, weddings, and graduations, choose which ones you want to attend, not those you feel obligated to attend. Plan your day to ensure you can rest before the event, and don’t be afraid to leave early if you need to. I remember the first event I attended after my husband’s death. I think I lasted 20 minutes before I had to leave! But with practice and perseverance, I was able to stay longer at other events. If possible, tell someone else in attendance that you may need to leave early without saying goodbye. Allow them to say goodbye after you have left.
There are support groups in our area that create an atmosphere of camaraderie, and it
•Never give up! No matter what comes your way, God is always with you. You can make it!
•My personal favorite... “If you don’t have any trouble with your sugar, eat all the chocolate you want.”
Throughout my life, I learned by example from my Daddy, Faith, Strength, Family and Love. We shared so much love and laughter, we divided our sorrows. One thing is for sure... ‘Forever & ever your Baby Girl, I will always be!”
Happy Heavenly Father’s Day Daddy
may be beneficial to plug into a local group so you can have the support of others who are experiencing the same thing you are. Sometimes, taking a new friend to an outing for support allows you to enjoy the event.
Being with friends and family during the summer can be fun and rewarding. Encourage those with you to tell stories about your loved one, so their memory can be part of the celebration. I know it made my heart feel better when those around me talked about Dennis; it made me know that his memory would live on… and it helped me heal.
Letting people around you know that you are being more selective with your outings is helpful. Most people want to help and be with you, so take a deep breath and choose the activities you WANT to do so you can enjoy your summer too.
The Carolina Thread Trail weaves a path through time and terrain. My friends and I discovered a natural surface trail segment in the Buffalo Creek Preserve. We often hike the path that meanders through restored oak-savanna and farmland along Adams Creek. Over time we have explored numerous other trails in the Carolina Piedmont.
On every walk we share stories about our past and consider dreams for the future. In late September 2016 we constructed a Little Free Library to house print versions of those stories; we called them Trail Tales. We make those stories available to readers of Senior Savvy on a monthly basis, no hiking gear required.
James Zaferopolos is a new contributor to the Trail Tales column. He shares a different kind of tale this month, a poem titled “A Peon To My Patron Saint” If you’d like to share your story in this column, text or call 980-621-0398
Instruction on how to obtain a free electronic version of this story is posted on the blog hosted at www.hiddentreasurenovels.com.
“A Pean To My Patron Saint”
Many’s the time, many’s the men and women Over centuries, who’ve trampled mindlessly, As I did once, over the sainted sleeping boy, my Namesake saint, Δημήτριος, Dimitrios, who rests In subterranean peace beneath the stumbling Feet of tourists to Byzantium’s second city, Deep in the grotto of the church, Washed by the saving knowledge, That the sainted boy had died As he had lived:
In service to the city’s Christian faith, Buried in what was, once, the pagan baths, On whose foundation those of faith had built The church, supported by the bones of him
Who fought the dragon for the Greeks, As sainted George for England had:
Two brave and holy souls, the both of them, Willing to risk their lives to save the Innocents of faith from Satan’s fiend.
Praise to them both. Praise to Thessaloniki’s Church, which has, through history, survived, Though fallen twice on evil times: first, When she fell into the hands of infidels—the Turks— As had the mother Church of Holy Wisdom, Agia’ Sofi’a—Αγιά Σοφία—when Byzantium’s capital, Constantinople, or Κωνσταντινούπολις, had fallen to The Turks;
And then, again, to the engulfing operations of A cleansing fire—by which she, nonetheless, was Purified of the profanities and shameful disregard To which the human soul has often fallen heir Since father Adam’s fall from grace; yet, Bolstered by the underpinning of the saint’s remains, The church survived and proudly stands in Memory, for me, today, since, I confess, the last—and Only--time that I would ever walk into that sacred space. I was but nine years old.
You should always be able to ask as many questions as you’d like when working with your financial advisor. So, before you have your annual review, think carefully about what you’d like to ask. Here are a few suggestions:
• Are my goals still realistic? When you first began working with your financial advisor, you may well have articulated several financial goals. For example, you might have said that you wanted to pay for most of your children’s college education, or that you’d like to retire at age 55, or that you hope to travel internationally every year during retirement. In fact, you could have many different goals for which you’re saving and investing. When you meet with your financial advisor, you’ll certainly want to ask whether you’re still on track toward meeting these goals. If
you are, you can continue with the financial strategies you’ve been following; but if you aren’t, you may need to adjust them. The same is true if your goals have changed. You and your financial advisor will want to build a strategy to address any new or different goals such as emergency cash needs, having adequate insurance protection or estate planning.
• Am I taking on too much –or too little – risk? Put market declines in perspective. The financial markets always fluctuate, and these movements will affect the value of your investment portfolio. Suppose you watch the markets closely every day and track their impact on your investments. You may find yourself fretting over their value and wondering whether you’re taking on too much investment risk for your comfort level. Conversely, if during an extended period of market gains your own portfolio appears to be lagging, you might feel that you should be investing more aggressively, which entails greater risk. In any case, it’s important to consult with your financial advisor to determine your risk
tolerance and use it as a guideline for making investment choices.
• How will changes in my life affect my investment strategy? Your life is not static. Over the years, you may experience any number of major events, such as marriage, remarriage, loss of a spouse, birth of children or grandchildren, changing jobs or illness leading to early retirement. When you meet with your financial advisor, you will want to discuss these types of changes, because they can affect your long-term goals and your investment decisions.
• How are external forces affecting my investment portfolio? Generally speaking, you will want to create an investment strategy based on your goals, risk tolerance and time horizon. And, as mentioned, you may need to adjust your strategy based on changes in your life. But should you also make changes based on outside forces, such as interest rate movements, political events, inflation, new
tax legislation or news affecting industries in which you have invested substantially? Try not to make long-term investment decisions based on shortterm news. Yet, talk with your financial advisor to make sure your investment portfolio and spending strategy are not out of alignment with relevant external factors.
By making these and other inquiries, you can help yourself stay informed about your overall investment picture and what moves, if any, you should make to keep advancing toward your goals. A financial advisor is there to provide you with valuable guidance – so take full advantage of it. Are there questions you want to ask? Let’s schedule a conversation – I’m John P. McGrail at 704-603-4354 –and I look forward to finding the answers you need!
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John P. McGrail
Edward Jones Financial Advisor
Easy Melt In Your Mouth Chicken
Ingredients:
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 cup mayonnaise
½ cup parmesan cheese
1 tsp seasoning salt
½ tsp black pepper
1 tsp garlic powder
Directions:
1. In a bowl, mix the mayonnaise (or yogurt for a healthier option), cheese and seasonings. Spread the mixture over each chicken breast.
2. Place the chicken in a baking dish and bake in a preheated 375 degree oven for about 45 minutes or until cooked through.
No-Bake Eclair Cake
Ingredients:
2 small packages instant vanilla pudding mix
1 small container thawed whipped topping
3 cups milk
1 package graham cracker squares
1 package prepared chocolate frosting
Directions:
1. Prepare Pudding Mixture: Combine whipped topping, milk, and pudding mix in a bowl. Stir until smooth.
2. Layer the Cake: In a 13x9-inch pan, layer graham crackers, followed by half of the pudding mixture. Add another layer of graham crackers, the rest of the pudding, and top with graham crackers.
3. Spread Icing: Spread chocolate frosting on top, covering the cake.
4. Chill: Refrigerate for at least 4 hours before serving. Enjoy this delicious, no-bake dessert!
Bacon Onion Tomato Pie
Ingredients:
1 9-inch pie shell
5 large tomatoes, peeled & sliced
4 slices bacon, cooked & chopped
1 sweet onion, sliced or chopped
1 tsp salt
½ tsp pepper
2 TBSP milk
½ cup mayonnaise
1½ cups sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
¼ cup Ritz crackers, crushed
2 tsp butter, melted
2 green onions (scallions), sliced
Directions:
1.Preheat the Oven: Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C).
2. Prepare the Filling: In a large bowl, combine the sliced tomatoes, chopped bacon, and sweet onion. Season with salt and pepper, and mix well.
3. Make the Creamy Mixture: In another bowl, whisk together the milk and mayonnaise until smooth. Stir in the shredded cheddar cheese.
4. Assemble the Pie: Layer the tomato mixture into the pie shell. Pour the creamy cheese mixture over the top, spreading it evenly.
5. Add the Topping: In a small bowl, mix the crushed Ritz crackers with melted butter. Sprinkle this mixture over the pie for a crunchy topping.
6. Bake the Pie: Place the pie in the preheated oven and bake for 30-35 minutes, or until the filling is bubbly and the topping is golden brown. Garnish and Serve: Remove from the oven and let it cool for a few minutes. Enjoy this savory and satisfying pie!
FROM GRANDMA’S COOKBOOK
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At Least I Had A Taste
By Jerry Genovese Joanandjerry@outlook.com
You know, when you reach my age of 81, you find yourself more often than usual, wandering off into “ memory land”. You think of all the things you’ve done, things you wished you could have done, and things you wonder if you could possibly still do before this act of life comes to a close. You think of the things you have, and of the things you always wanted but never seemed to get. Well, I was in that far away land, when I suddenly realized something. No, I never was able to buy my own home, but I did rent a few over the years that I really enjoyed as if it was my own.
I never did ever get the chance to buy that new Corvette I always wanted, but I was a Chevrolet new car salesman for fifteen years, and did have a new car every year as a demo, and I did get a used 1958 Corvette with a customized body that was awesome. I never did get that beautiful mahogany Chris Craft speedboat I always drooled over, but I did get something
better as a young boy. My dad built me my own speedboat from a Chris Craft boat kit, a fourteen foot beauty that he did way more to it than what the directions called for, and it turned out beautiful. The most beautiful part was the fact that I spent invaluable time with my dad, with great memories through the entire build. That boat meant the world to me because he built it for me.
When I got older, and my kids were small, I always wanted a really nice cabin cruiser for the family since we had a family summer place right on the beach in Bayville, Long Island. I never got that new one, but I fell into an unbelievable deal one day after looking for a used one for six months every single weekend. I found the boat of my dreams one day at a boat brokerage place on Long Island. I only had $1500 dollars to spend, but this was back in the sixties. That still wasn’t enough money for what I really wanted, but I never gave up trying. Well to make a long story short, one day I came across my dreamboat. It was in the water at the boat dealer. It was a 25 ft. wooden cabin cruiser with a flying bridge which I really, really wanted. Excellent condition in every way, with a “For Sale” sign on it. As I was drooling, the salesman came out and introduced
himself, I asked how much it was, and he said it was $3500. I said, “ Well, that ends that dream”. He told me it was a doctors boat, and the doctor had ordered a brand new fiberglass 38ft cabin cruiser. He said the doctor told him to take offers and that I should make an offer. I told him no way because all I could offer was $1500 and the doctor was not going to drop $2000, that’s for sure. He said, “make it anyway”. Then I asked, what about the tax, he said it was plus tax, so I said, forget it, now I could only offer $1300. He shook his head and said, ahh, make it anyway. I wrote up the offer of $1300 and gave him a $100 deposit. I told him I was going to continue to look and I would check back with him that afternoon. When I went back and asked him what the doctor said, he told me he couldn’t get in touch with him, so I told him to give me my deposit back, I had found another one with no flying bridge, and not as nice, but was within my price range. He said let me give him one more try. Well, he got the doctor, and told him the offer. Then I heard him say, “ What? Are you sure? Ok doc, good-bye”. He muttered a couple of curse words and looked at me and said, “ YOU GOT IT!!!”. It turns out the doctors new boat had just come in that day and he told the salesman to just get rid of it. I almost fell on the floor. I enjoyed that boat for three years, and sold it to the first person that came to look at it after three years for $3200. Another thought was I always wanted a Harley Davidson, but never got it. But I did build an all out beautiful custom chopper motorcycle that everybody envied. So, what I am getting at, is although I never got the
exact thing I always wanted in life, I was fortunate enough to at least “get a taste” of my dream with the things I did have. Some people, probably most, never even get that “Taste”, they just have a dream.
Now, I’ve saved the best for last. Ever since I was a young boy, I always believed in Jesus, and God, and Heaven, and angels, and all that stuff. I always wondered what it was like in Heaven, and what it would feel like to meet Jesus, and to feel His love. Well, guess what, I did get that “taste” of what Jesus’s love feels like. If you remember the story of when I put Jesus’s name on my contact list on my phone, and how every time I entered the phone number 111-111-1111, and hit “enter”, it came up 1111-111-1111. At least four times. Finally I looked at the picture I put next to His name, which was a picture of Him laughing, and said to Him, “ are you trying to tell me that the area code to Heaven is four ones instead of three?” Well, that struck me funny, and I started to laugh, and when I looked at His picture of Him laughing. I laughed even more. It was at that instant, He sent a wave of His pure love right through me. It immediately took my breath right out of my body, and filled my eyes with tears. I can’t even remotely explain the feeling. That time, I got just what I had been looking for. So all in all, I am so grateful, and thankful to Jesus, for giving me during my lifetime, all of those “tastes” of my dreams, and the one time it was more than a taste, it was a reality. So when I look back on my life, I really realize what a fortunate man I am, and I “want” for nothing. And I look forward to the day when I “Go Home”, and have it all, not just a taste.
HAVE YOU HEARD?
Lorin S. Oden Au.D., FAAA Doctor of Audiology
We are very excited to announce that we are expanding the scope of the services we provide. Over the years we have seen the negative effects a fall can have on our patients including but not limited to hospitalization, head trauma, social isolation, fear, downward spiral of health problems and even end of life. Wouldn’t it be good to know if you are at risk of falling so you could incorporate intervention measures beforehand?
We are partnering with Topple Diagnostic to complete balance testing during our Functional Hearing Assessment as well as with our patients that have initiated hearing treatment. Topple’s Safe-T innovative software and hardware system is designed to bridge the gap between hearing loss, medical conditions, balance function, and fall risk. By providing data-driven insights, Safe-T helps us together take proactive steps towards better balance and fall prevention.
The balance evaluation itself only takes a few minutes. A board with many sensors is connected to a computer that measures your balance in three different parameters: eyes open, eyes closed and standing on an uneven surface (foam platform). From this information, we hope to help you make the decisions to initiate hearing treatment, schedule an appointment with a physical therapist or enroll in an exercise program to strengthen your legs and core to prevent a potential fall.
What do our ears (auditory system) have to do with our balance? As audiologists, Dr. Mussler and I have specialized training in assessing and treating the auditory and balance systems located in the ear. The ear can be described in three parts: the outer, middle and inner ear.
The outer ear is made up of the pinna (the part of your ear you see on the side of your head) and the ear canal. The outer ear gathers sound and helps determine where that sound is coming from.
The middle ear starts at your eardrum and includes the three tiny bones called the ossicles. Sound will cause the eardrum and ossicles to move, sending the information to the inner ear.
The inner ear is home to the cochlea and the main
parts of the vestibular system. The vestibular system is one of the sensory systems that provides your brain with information about balance, motion, and the location of your head and body in relation to your surroundings. Your brain uses this information from your ears in addition to the information it receives from your eyes and other body parts (e.g., muscles, joints, skin) to help keep you in balance. The vestibular system, just like the auditory (hearing) system is affected by, but not limited to, the natural aging process, noise exposure, medications, chronic health issues and trauma. Improving your visual system by wearing your glasses and removing cataracts are important. Keeping your body strong and
healthy is critical to reducing our likelihood of a fall. By improving your hearing system (wearing or getting hearing devices), you improve your balance system as well. If you would like to assess your balance system to see if you are at a higher risk for falling, give Taylor, Jamie or Diane a call at 704-633-0023 to schedule an appointment. Remember to visit our website at www.hearingsolutionsofnc. com. Dr. Mussler, Jane, Cheryl and I look forward to seeing you soon. For more information or to schedule a hearing evaluation, contact: Dr. Lorin S. Oden at Hearing Solutions of North Carolina, 464 Jake Alexander Blvd. W., Salisbury, NC 28147 704-633-0023 www.hearingsolutionsofnc.com
A Little Dose of Humor
Funny Father’s Day Stories...
WHAT iS FATHerHOOD?
Fatherhood is...getting to go anywhere you want for Father’s Day, getting to drive there, and even getting to pay the bill!
It’s getting up in the middle of the night to see what the noise was outside, when you’d really rather stay in bed and hide, like everyone else.
It’s the best excise in the world to buy all those toys you wanted as a child and never got.
It’s catching yourself watching cartoons when no one else is home and enjoying them.
It’s biting your tongue and remembering to be a good example when someone cuts you off on the highway.
It’s playing Santa at midnight on Christmas Eve, then paying for the privilege at 22% interest for 36 consecutive months.
It’s assembling toys that require one screwdriver and a nuclear physicist to assemble.
It’s praying for, hoping for, and anxiously looking forward to the day when your kids will be out of the house and on their own... and then trying to postpone that day as long as possible when it approaches.
It’s carrying sleepy kids into the house when you’re too tired to even carry yourself in.
Yes, fatherhood is sometimes a thankless job of fixing kites, breaking up fights, wiping up chocolate milk.
It’s dental bills, broken arms, and skateboards.
But today, Dad, we want to say we appreciate you, and all you do!
WHeN A mAN SAyS:
When a man says, “IT WOULD TAKE TOO LONG TO EXPLAIN”
He means: “I have no idea how it works.”
When a man says,
“TAKE A BREAK, HONEY. YOU ARE WORKING TOO HARD”
He means: “I can’t hear the game over the vacuum cleaner.“
When a man says,
“THAT’S INTERESTING DEAR.”
He means: “Are you still talking?”
When a man says,“IT’S A GUY THING”
He means: “There is no rational thought pattern connected with this, and you have no chance at all of making it logical.”
When a man says, “CAN I HELP WITH DINNER”
He means: “Why isn’t it ready yet?”
When a man says, “UH HUH, SURE HONEY,” or “YES, DEAR”
He means: “Absolutely nothing”– It’s a conditioned response. When a man says, “YOU KNOW HOW BAD MY MEMORY IS.”
He means: “I can remember the theme song to ‘Hogan’s Heroes’, the phone # of the first girl I ever kissed & the vehicle identification numbers of every car I ever owned – but yes, I forgot your birthday.”
When a man says, “OH, DON’T FUSS, I JUST CUT MYSELF. IT’S NO BIG DEAL”.
He means: “I have probably severed a limb, but I will bleed to death before I admit I’m hurt, so get over here and help me!”
When a man says, “I CAN’T FIND IT.”
He means: “It didn’t fall into my outstretched hand, so I’m completely clueless.”
When a man says, “I HEARD YOU.”
He means: “I haven’t the foggiest clue what you just said, and I am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you’ll not spend the next 3 days yelling at me.”
When a man says, “YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE” He means: “I am used to the way you yell at me and realize it could be worse.”
When a man says, “YOU LOOK TERRIFIC!”
He means: “Oh please don’t try on one more outfit, we’re late and I’m starving.”
When a man says, “I’M NOT LOST. I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE WE ARE.” He means: “No one will ever see us alive again.”
When a man says, “I DON’T THINK I CAN GO TODAY ”
He means: “Shopping is NOT a sport, and no, I am never going to think of it that way.”
When a man says, “I DON’T REMEMBER SAYING THAT ” It’s because he means: “Anything I may have said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all past comments become null and void after 7 days.”
When a man says, “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT.”
He means: “If something I said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, I meant the other one.”
A FATHer TAkiNg CAre OF HiS NeWBOrN BABy
One day shortly after the birth of their new baby, the mother had to go out to do some errands. So, the proud papa stayed home to watch his wonderful new son. Soon after the mother left, the baby started to cry. The father did everything he could think of to do but the baby wouldn’t stop crying. Finally, the dad got so worried he decided to take the baby to the doctor. After the doctor listened to the father all that he had done to get the baby to stop crying, the doctor began to examine the baby’s ears, chest and then down to the diaper area. When he undid the diaper, he found that the diaper is indeed full.
“Here’s the problem”, the Dr. said, “He needs a change.” The father was very perplexed, “But the diaper package says it is good for up to 10 lbs.!”
HOW SmArT Our DAD gOT
Mark Twain said, “When I was a boy of 14 my father was so ignorant, I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to the 21, I was astonished at how much the old man learned in 7 years.”
FATHer’S DAy vS. mOTHer’S DAy
A small boy said, “Father’s Day is just like Mother’s Day, only you don’t spend as much on the gift.” And I say, “What gift?”
7 L ESSONS FROM “A S A M AN T HINKETH ”
“As a man Thinketh” by James Allen is a classic self-help book that explores the power of our thoughts in shaping our lives.
Here are 7 lessons from the book:
1: The Power of Thought: Allen emphasizes the profound influence of our thoughts on our actions, circumstances, and overall quality of life. He suggests that our thoughts are the seeds from which our realities grow, highlighting the importance of cultivating positive and constructive thinking patterns.
2: mindfulness of Thought: “As a Man Thinketh” encourages us to become more mindful of our thoughts and their impact on our lives. By observing our thought patterns and recognizing their influence, we can begin to take control of our mental landscape and shape our destinies more consciously.
3: Law of Cause and effect: Allen discusses the universal law of cause and effect, suggesting that our thoughts are the cause of our experiences and circumstances. Just as seeds produce fruits, our thoughts produce corresponding outcomes in our lives. Understanding this law empowers us to take responsibility for our thoughts and actions.
4: The role of Character: The book emphasizes the importance of character in shaping our thoughts and actions. Allen suggests that a strong, virtuous character leads to positive, constructive thinking, while a weak or corrupt character gives rise to negative, destructive thoughts. Cultivating character is therefore essential for cultivating a positive mindset.
5: The Power of Choice: “As a Man Thinketh” reminds us that we have the power to choose our thoughts and attitudes, regardless of our circumstances. While we may not be able to control external events, we can control how we interpret and respond to them. By choosing to focus on the positive and constructive aspects of life, we can create more fulfilling experiences.
6: The Importance of Self-Reflection: Allen encourages regular self-reflection as a means of assessing and refining our thoughts and attitudes. By examining our beliefs, values, and thought patterns, we can identify areas for growth and development. Self-reflection enables us to align our thoughts with our goals and aspirations.
7: The Path to Personal growth: Finally, “As a Man Thinketh” suggests that personal growth begins with the transformation of our thoughts. By replacing negative, limiting beliefs with positive, empowering ones, we can unlock our full potential and create the life we desire. Through continuous self-improvement and self-mastery, we can achieve greater fulfillment and success.
“A Pean To My Patron Saint”
continued from page 6
At any rate, I lit a candle, then, And said a prayer before the holy icon of The saint, before I turned and trod the corridor Over the resting place of what remains of him, And walked out of that church, The city, and the very country of my birth, Seeking a new Patri’tha, or Πατρίδα, as my mom and I Departed for America. Ameri ca! The legendary Paradise on Earth, where I, like every immigrant, believed I would be saved, not by that champion of the faith, My patron saint, but by the worldly opulence, Which, quite unlike Dimitrios’ conquest of his Villainous, reptilian foe, I’ve failed to conquer in my life, perhaps because,
Although I still possess the icon of the saint my mother Gave me years ago, which hangs, displayed upon my Study wall, it hangs there merely as artifact, and not The holy incarnation of my mind and soul...
About James Zaferopolos:
James (Jim) Zaferopolos was born in Kavala, Greece during the first year of the three-year civil war that erupted in his native country. In 1955 his mother and Jim migrated to the United States. Jim is a published writer and poet. Of Anatolian origin, he was born in the country that defined democracy and raised in one that continues to redefine it. To learn more about his writing, drop a note addressed to P.O. Box 1857, Concord, NC 28026.
A Season of Learning and Reflection
Heather Kincel executive Director rufty-Holmes Senior Center
Irecently attended the first of six sessions of the Ann Johnson Institute for Senior Center Management. This initial session focused on Senior Center Programming, and it was both enlightening and encouraging. It’s always powerful to gather with peers from across North Carolina and discover both the common threads and unique approaches that each Senior Center brings to its community. The discussions reinforced how critical thoughtful, inclusive programming is in serving our older adults.
This time of year also brings
anticipation as we await budget approvals. This period naturally prompts reflection on what our center currently offers to the aging adults of Rowan County and where we might grow. Over the past three weeks, I’ve heard two compelling stories that reminded me just how vital our services are, particularly SHIIP, the Seniors’ Health Insurance Information Program through the NC Department of Insurance.
SHIIP offers free, one-onone counseling to Medicare beneficiaries across all 100 North Carolina counties. As Medicare regulations continue to evolve, so do the challenges and questions that come with navigating the system. Fortunately, our dedicated counselors are here to help.
Mr. R’s Story:
Mr. R had been prescribed a life-extending medication that came with a daunting
$1,000 monthly price tag. Unsure of what to do, he met with one of our SHIIP counselors. After a thorough review, they found a Medicare plan that reduced his out-ofpocket cost to just $100 per month. Imagine the difference that it makes, not only financially but emotionally. What if we hadn’t had this program? What if he hadn’t known it was available?
A Call for Help:
Our Community Resource Manager (CRM) received a distressing call from Ms. J, who unknowingly had given personal information to a scammer posing as an insurance representative. Thankfully, our CRM immediately connected her with the SHIIP Senior Medicare Patrol (SMP). A few days later, she called back, relieved and grateful. The SMP Department acted quick and the scammers never gained access to her accounts. Save the Date: Monday, June 30 at
10:30 am we will be hosting a program at Rufty-Holmes Senior Center about Medicare Fraud with special guest speaker Stephanie Bias, who is NC Senior Medicare Patrol (NCSMP) Program Coordinator for SHIIP and Co-Chair of NC Senior Consumer Fraud Task Force. She will share how to make sure your benefits remain safe! There is no cost for this program. Call 704216-7714 to register. These stories highlight the real and immediate impact of the services we provide at Rufty-Holmes and other Senior Centers across North Carolina. They also serve as a reminder that the work we do - whether through programs, partnerships, or advocacymatters every day to someone in our community.
A note about SHiiP: in 2024, SHiiP counseled more than 69,000 North Carolinians and helped them save $53 million.
Unmentionables
Theresa Parker Pierce rowanhistorylady@gmail.com
When I dress in period attire as a docent, I learn a great deal about “unmentionables.” Our local Josephus Hall House, owned by the Historic Salisbury Foundation, has a table with a mirror underneath. It was used to check your outfit. No one dared to go out with their petticoat showing.
Because I am a historian, the history of women’s attire fascinates me. We’ve all seen movies where women are holding their breath while being hoisted into corsets. Some say that’s why they invented fainting couches. Women passed out because they couldn’t breathe, leading to embarrassment and the need for smelling salts. I can’t imagine which would be worse.
Bloomers followed crinolines which were made of cotton or linen but occasionally horse hair. These half-slips were meant to accentuate tiny waists. They sound about as comfortable as the corsets made from whale bone.
When I am dressed in period attire, I wear a wide variety of
historic unmentionables, but my favorites are held together with ribbon that grows with weight gain. There were no maternity clothes in the 1700s. Plenty of material held together with a string would be a nice adaptation to eat an extra dessert at the holidays.
Does anybody wear girdles anymore? They were standards in my mother’s day. They went by the way-side when polyester became the norm. When someone suggested I try out a modern-day Spanx, I reluctantly agreed. After I wrangled myself into what resembled the girdles of my youth, I discovered a major problem. I go to the bathroom every hour. I would have to disrobe completely and miss the entire event. I settled for a nice slip.
I am a fan of slips. I own several: half-slips, full slips and evening gown slips. They give a smooth look to any skirt or dress. In the 70s, my grandmother said, “I’ve got a slip that is short enough for your skirt.” She was shorter than me, and I took it as sarcasm.
My momma bought me my first garter belt at the age of twelve. It held up stockings. Things were going well until all of my aunts insisted on seeing what held up the stockings on my skinny legs. My aunts had no shame. I blushed ten shades of red.
My momma wore an ankle length girdle to work in a factory. Why would anyone think looking slim was worth
wearing a torture device? She wore it every workday under her pants. I didn’t get it then and I still don’t. Maybe it helped prevent her legs from swelling while standing all day.
Personally, I am thankful for the invention of panty hose. They were great for teaching school until the day when a student had the same curiosity that my aunts did. The young child noticed my legs were a darker shade than my arms and began a series of questions that led to my explanation of the dynamics of panty hose.
I said, “They are like socks but they go to your waist.”
He asked innocently, “Can I see?”
That would be a solid, “No.”
Another time, while vacationing with friends, I realized I had forgotten to bring underwear. I discretely whispered to my friend I needed to stop at the store. She announced, “We need to shop. Theresa needs step-ins.” Not only did I once again turn several shades of red, I thought,
“Who calls underwear step-ins?” I was a child when bullet bras became the craze. Like most baby boomers, I assumed they were called bullet bras because the women who wore them worked in ammunition factories. That style of brassier actually came out in the 1950s to complement the cinched waist style dresses of the era. Now we have sports bras. It shocked me when the young women of the 60s burned their bras. Their mothers wore comfortable dusters to cook in. The pretty, print gowns came in soft cotton with snaps down the front, meant to be modest and save work clothes from cooking stains.
Where do we go from here? Today we look for comfort. I am thankful for today’s stretchy materials. Lockdown may have played a role in that. We let go of tight restrictive structured clothing like girdles and garter belts. I still like a nice slip, though they are hard to find.
I guess I mentioned “unmentionables.”
Puzzle Answers
Our Finances
No SSI Checks in June? Here’s Why Your Payment Is Coming This Week
Supplemental Security Income (SSI) recipients must note that in June 2025, they will not receive a payment on the first of the month as usual. The June payment will arrive on the 30th of May as a result of a schedule quirk in the Social Security Administration’s (SSA) payment calendar. This will ensure that beneficiaries receive their payments on time.
Why No SSI Payment in June?
SSI payments are usually sent out on the 1st of each month. However, should the 1st fall on a weekend or government holiday, then the SSA will issue payments on the preceding business day to avoid any potential delays. In the 2025, June 1stfalls on a Sunday, therefore the SSA will send out payments on Friday, May 30th
Understanding the SSA Payment Schedule
The SSA’s payment schedule is designed to ensure timely delivery of benefits:
SSI Payments: Issued on the 1st of each month. If the 1st falls on a weekend or holiday, payment is made on the preceding business day.
Social Security Benefits:
Disbursed based on the beneficiary’s birth date:
• Birth dates 1st–10th: Second Wednesday of the month
• Birth dates 11th–20th: Third Wednesday of the month
• Birth dates 21st–31st: Fourth
Wednesday of the month
In addition to this, many individuals who began receiving benefits prior to May 1997 or those who also receive Supplemental Security Income (SSI) received their payment on May 2nd as May 3rd fell on a Saturday.
Impact on Beneficiaries
In essence, receiving the June SSI payment on May 30th means that beneficiaries will receive two payments in May and nothing in June. This small adjustment is to ensure that recipients have access to their payments without any delays. However, it is extremely important for beneficiaries to budget effectively as the next SSI payment after May 30th will only arrive on July 1st.
2025 SSI Payment Amounts
In 2025, SSI payment amounts have increased due to a 2.5% cost-of-living adjustment (COLA): Individual: $967 per month
Couple: $1,450 per month
Essential Person: $484 per month
These amounts may vary based on individual circumstances and state supplements.
Planning Ahead
Beneficiaries should refer to the official SSA website to ensure that they are aware of payment schedules for other months which may be similar. Should the 1st of a month fall on a weekend or public holiday, the SSA will send out payments on the preceding business day. Recipients must
ensure that they stay informed regarding the payment schedule for effective financial planning.
Conclusion
Many beneficiaries may be concerned about the early arrival of June’s SSI payment, but it is important to note that it is a routine adjustment by the SSA to ensure that beneficiaries receive payments timeously. Since June 1st falls on a Sunday, the SSA has decided to issue payments on Friday, May 30th to ensure beneficiaries receive their funds without interruption.
This change may create confusion if recipients are un-aware of the
calendar schedule therefore it is important to refer to the official SSA website and view the payment schedules. There will be no addition deposit in June therefore it is important to carefully budget for the months expenses. By staying informed about the schedule variations, this can help avoid financial stress.
Beneficiaries will find that it will be very helpful to stay updated with the information on the SSA website as well as maintaining a monthly budget. The end goal is to ensure financial stability for all SSI beneficiaries.
Source:grada3.com
I Promise to Love You
By Nichole Smith
i promise to love you as eyesight fails, When the sides of the bed contain guardrails. yes, i will still love you as matching recliners raise, to stand us up straight like our yesterdays.
my heart will be fond dear as down the hallway we race, our rollaters creaking to a slow motioned pace.
As we can’t drive at night because our gaze becomes dim, when two sets of glasses distinguish her’s from him. yes, i’ll still love you through partials and false teeth, when wrinkles frame our faces like wreaths. i make no guarantee not to cackle a laugh, as knees snap and pop rising up from a bath. i’ll love you through good times as they’re balanced by bad, because through it all you’ve been the best friend i’ve ever had.
Friendship isn’t about how long you know someone, it’s about who walks into your life, says, “i’m here for you“, and proves it.
