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Aunt Ira Mae and Crawfish Creek Manor Day 2 …
Crawfish Creek Manor
Aunt Ira Mae called with her latest…if you are looking for senior housing here are some “do’s and don’ts”, and this may be the most important information the older generation will ever read.
Do not – be fooled if the housing is new with only a few tenants. Remember, those that can walk are in a gathering area checking you out; they were there first… this is an important thing never to forget, if you move in; you will be the subject of conversation for many months as you are the only “life” they have seen since they arrived at the Manor.
Do not – believe everything a manager of the property tells you, they are trying to fill the place up!
Do not – check out a town during winter months, everything looks magnificent covered with snow.
Do – visit several times before signing a lease. Ira Mae said that if she had done so, she would have found out that the old woman who guards the door and questions everyone who enters was truly at one point “a warden”!
Do – read the lease carefully, the administrator/manager makes the rules as she goes about her day, different rules, different rents, her favorite saying is “This is all a secret now, don’t tell the others, because I am treating you special”. Then they all gather and discuss how special they are among themselves.
Those are the main do’s and don’ts, life is complicated here at Crawfish Creek Manor…
Hometown, small town, USA, beware it is Hell-Town, USA; Over 55 housing, (you think), friendly (until you move in), then you find that you are living in God’s Waiting Room…it is a nursing home without nursing staff and you have Crawfish Creek on one side and the Pearly Gates on the other!
Seems Aunt Ira Mae does not let anything or anyone get her down her message for today, remember a shot of “Jack” a day will keep the doctor away, and if you are a senior citizen just keep telling yourself…breathe damn’it.
As I continue to write my southern stories Aunt Ira Mae has become my muse, sets a fire under me to tell these stories before I have to go into “God’s Waiting Room”.
To check out my poetry works on death and depression, living through the loss of a love one go to Amazon.com…
10.25.2014.ajm
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IN SEARCH OF WORDS
Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – A Collection of Poetry
The 8×11 coffee table books that will display well . The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find approximately fifty poems. A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; they will find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem.
Thank you for your support. ajm
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Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – A Collection of Poetry
The 8×11 coffee table books that will display well . The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find approximately fifty poems. A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; they will find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem.
Thank you for your support. ajm
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Reflections of Poetry now in paperback…
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Reflections of Poetry
Reflections of Poetry is now available in both Kindle and paperback. The paperback version has a new cover but the content has not changed. Over the past months “Followers” have inquired into my having a paperback version as they did not have a Kindle. So, here it is, the size and cover makes it a wonderful “coffee table” item. Again thank you for your past, present and future support. All of the Kindle eBooks are in the process of converting to paperback.
Ann Johnson-Murphree
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Finding Greatness…
Where do dreams start, first in your heart (desire), second in your mind (the process), third set them in motion, if you can dream it, you can make it come true. This I believe, and time or age should not be a factor, think big then appreciate the small blessings.
I have had comments on my blog that are positive when I post poetry or prose, those that indicate that efforts were a waste of time, I trash! I am doing what I want with my life and I will always run into the naysayers, doubters and those who believe that my butt should be planted in a rocking chair and my hand should be holding knitting needles. Instead, I sit here with laptop balanced on a rickety old table pounding out poetry or a short story idea and scoff at those who would try to kill my dream, a dream in the making over a lifetime and the last ten-years spent in learning and creating. Of this creation process has been born three poetry books and one of my personal art.
I am not intimidated with rejection slips, I am a member of the rejection slip club and our membership is huge; yet, we refuse to give up our dreams. In this club, I am in the presence of good writers, and creative excellence that has yet to fulfill their dreams. We are all on a journey to find ourselves, to meet the excellence of who we were intended to be. It is a roller coaster ride, for every ten “no’s” there is a “yes”, we dream of one day hearing “YES, YES, YES”!
You must not only follow your dreams, you must fight for them, again age, time, place, and conditions cannot stop our dreams. If you do not go after your dreams, you will be responsible for them being “crushed”. At the end of your life, have no regrets. Look around, dreamers created all of the many things that you love. So, your dreams may not come as soon as you would like, be patience the side trips toward your dream could inspire you in other ways toward your greatness. A part of your personal growth in life is because of your dreams, without them would you be who you are today?
Doing what you want in life attracts those who are jealous, ignore them; do not try to justify your dreams with these people; they are not worth your time. Following your dreams may give them the inspiration to find their own dreams.
Again, age is not a factor in following or finding your dream, stay motivate, look at failures as a learning ground for growth and always remember that there are no rules in life where dreaming is concerned. Never set boundary around yourself, or let others wall up your dreams. Take a chance on finding greatness.
©2014.annjohnsonmurphree
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Crazy Old Lady
Once all satin and lace in the right places, boldness and bravery you possessed, your honor others did not protect. Shunned by piety, sought by sinners, the road to hell paved by the winners. Below the towering trees, you sleep snug and tight, to have a house of brick and stone you had no right. Now body plump, hair gray, wrinkled dress, time has left the lady of the streets frayed. Children sneak and try to spy, your mind gone before your body to the great by-and-by. Now an old lady you toss your head, remember your beauty, your wicked deeds, speed of time is not on your side and you will grow older and older before you reach the great by-and-by. In you, ourselves we see, overlooking our own blundering notions, jealous of your freedom to do as you wish with such devotion. Your life in words cannot be described, and least we forget…we will all be judged together in the great by-and-by.
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