Author: jackiella

  It is Christmas and we have no snow. What is there about cold barren days that put me into a down droopy mood?I just read a poem about dust on books and couldn’t help identifying with it. In fact, I could have written it myself with my dust collectors. At one time I had all… Continue reading December Blues and Bright Lights

I flew into Bozeman, Montana, and was assigned a roomie. We met in the hotel, a Western style, plaid shirt type of place. Her name was Wendy, and she was much younger than I and very pretty. The evening meal was steak and baked potatoes, the last meat we’d have for a week. When I… Continue reading Music Camp – 1993

Is There Any Living Person Here, asked a member of the Chicago Fire Department upon entering the ruined theatre? Only an eerie silence answered back. Over 600 people lay burned and trampled inside, or outside where they had jumped to their deaths. Most of the 27 exits were unavailable—some hidden by drapes some locked against… Continue reading The Iroquois Theatre Fire of 1903

My childhood home was 19th century old,bricks with ivy growing up the side and,a wooden porch in the front.  There was a walk-in attic off my bedroom whereI played with my doll’s house and my SparklePlenty and Shirley Temple dolls. Gram sewed outfits for the dolls and I gotdoll-house furniture like sofas, bags of flour,and little beds… Continue reading Old Houses Have Their Wisdom

Well, it's been about three weeks since my last blog and I do have improvements to list. I can now stand with the walker without putting weight on my foot. I can transfer from bed to wheelchair, wheelchair to grown-up potty and back, wheelchair back to bed. In the therapy room i have learned to… Continue reading Rehab Update

I just heard on TV that a motorcycle gang bought and delivered Christmas presents to a family who had been robbed of all their holiday gifts. Apparently, they didn’t know the people, just heard about it and heartened, they rescued this family from a gift-less morning, I love the picture of people on Bikes, wearing… Continue reading What Child Is This

"Nothing built by human beings can be seen from the moon"Toscanelli’s Ray by Wilde-MenozziI always thought that the Great Wall was visible from the moon––didn’t they tell us that and why didn’t the reporters check the facts. This is like finding out there is no Santa or the Easter Bunny. It makes one wonder about other… Continue reading These Truths Shall Be Self-Evident . . .

Driving at night with car lights all around, halos––red, green, yellow from the stop lights. If pavement is wet the reflections sparkle like Christmas trees and yard lights begging for a trip to the North Pole. Mixed in with the color glistening in the night are the black spots where for a moment relaxation takes over,… Continue reading I see fuzz on the moon

(This is a story of Cervical Cancer long before the vaccination was discovered. Treatment has become shorter and easier on the body, but the danger of death remains if early intervention is missed.) There was cancer in my abdomen my ears buzzed and I didn’t hear the rest of the nurse’s comments. I had cancer,… Continue reading The Story of a Cancer