Tay and his friend J. were quite hyper yesterday. I, of
course, decided it would be an excellent time for a two hour back to school shopping spree.
I packed up the kids and the lists and headed to the Peoria Target. After perusing the crowded aisles of colorful school supplies the boys went to look at the video games and Reagan and I headed to make-up, toiletries, purses, etc. You know, all the necessary items girly folk “need.” The boys met back up with us right as we were entering the girls bra department, embarrassing Reagan. I told them “we, uh, need to look at ‘undergarments’ for Reagan and will meet you at the front of the store in 10 minutes.” Big mistake. For the rest of the night, in their best Monty Python faux Shakespearian English accents, the phrase:
“shopping for undergarments for mi’lady” was repeated ad nauseum.
Poor Reagan; I never had to experience being 12 1/2 and having a 13 year old brother….
Archive for July, 2007
Tay and his friend J. were quite hyper yesterday. I, of
I woke up this morning to my husband spitting on my foot. No, it’s not some weird family tradition, nor was he mad at me, and taking it out on my metatarsal bones. Apparently he was having some sort of dream in which he had to spit something out.
I guess I should just be glad that he had migrated to the end of the bed at some point during the night.
Actually, spit isn’t the worse thing that has attacked my feet during slumber; my delightful son Taylor’s response to an upset stomach isn’t to go to the bathroom and upchuck in the throne; it’s to come and tell me-combine that with bad timing and I have awoken to vomit covered tootsies twice.
Isn’t it funny how we only really know people by the role they play in our lives? For example, my kids think of me as “Mom” and can never really comprehend (despite many embarrassing stories) what I was like as a child or teen. Or, in the case of teachers, it’s hard to imagine them out of the classroom, and even running into one in the grocery store was shocking as a child.
One of my favorite teachers, ever, died recently and I spotted her obituary in today’s Journal Star. She was a wonderful teacher, encouraging, kind; she expected a lot of her students and, hopefully, we didn’t often disappoint. Gosh, I’m crying now, over the death of someone I haven’t seen in years. I hope her family realizes her other role, of outstanding teacher, and knows how much she affected her students.
Betty Jo Lemons Dalton
WASHINGTON – Betty Jo Lemons Dalton passed away at 1:35 p.m. on Tuesday, July 24, 2007, in the presence of her family, her pastor and a few close friends.
She was in the Intensive Care Unit at OSF Saint Francis Medical Center in Peoria.
She passed quietly and with dignity from the pain and trials of her life to the joy of the presence of God, to be absent from the body is to be in the presence of the Lord. Betty was a daughter, wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, great-grandmother, friend to many and most dear to her heart, she was a teacher.
She was born on Oct. 13, 1927, in Harper Town, Ill., to James and Josie Potts Lemons. She was raised on a dairy farm in Johnson County, Ill., finished high school and started college when she was 14. She graduated from SIU Carbondale in 1945 at age 17.
At a time when most young people are starting college, Betty had finished and was teaching. Her first teaching job was at SIU, teaching freshman English and she still remembered that most of her class that year in 1945, were older than her.
She married Thomas L. Dalton on Aug. 4, 1947, in Arkansas. He died on June 4, 1985.
Shortly, she was teaching at her dream job, a one-room country school in Southern Illinois. She loved that little school and thrived on the challenges. She moved from those unique beginnings to now having spent more than 50 years of her life teaching primarily in the District 50 School system in Sunnyland and Beverly Manor.
Her shining achievement was to teach a child to read.
She is survived by her son, Thomas (Trish) Dalton of Sunnyland; her granddaughter, Heather (Chris) Hibbard of Metamora, Ill.; her grandson, Thomas Michael “Mike” (Tiffany) Dalton of Beverly Manor, Ill.; her great-grandchildren, Taylor and Tara Hibbard and Katie Jo and Claudia Dalton; and her dearly loved nieces, Doris and Sue, who were always in her heart and prayers. She is also survived by her best buddy (feline), Dutch Smudge Dalton, her 20 lb. furball of love; numerous friends who have been family through the years and former students too numerous to mention but loved none the less.
Betty was a member in good standing of Faith Lutheran Church in Beverly Manor for more than 40 years and has been a key member of their confirmation and building committees. She dearly loved her church, her church family and Pastor John.
The funeral will be at 10 a.m. Saturday, July 28, 2007, at Faith Lutheran Church in Beverly Manor with a luncheon by her church family to follow. The Pastor John Rothfusz will officiate. Visitation will be from 4 to 7 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007, at Deiters Funeral Home in Washington, with additional visitation from 9 to 10 a.m. Saturday at the church. Interment will be in Glendale Cemetery in Washington.
Memorials may be made to her church building fund or to the Library Fund at District 50 Schools as Betty would have wished.
To send an online condolence, please visit http://www.deitersfuneralhome.com. Betty’s video tribute will be posted on the Web site on Saturday after the services.
My husband got a new car on Tuesday. Yesterday, I mentioned driving the car for the first time.
Reagan responded “Oh, no, it’s too complicated. Plus, it’s too powerful. It has too much speed, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” This from a twelve year old, who obviously doesn’t know my teeanage nick-name of “lead foot.”
While in St. Louis last weekend we got lost. Ended up, as always, it seems, in a not great neighborhood. People hanging out on street corners, people talking to themselves (loudly), run down buildings, currency exchanges and quick cash places… actually, it looked a lot like University St.
But what really shocked me was a billboard, picturing a man making the “shhhhh…. ” sign with one pointer finger to his pursed lips and the slogan “If you want to walk, don’t talk.”
It was for a lawyer.
I’m sure this affected me so much because of recent shootings in Peoria. People not coming forward when a crime happens, not wanting to “rat someone out.” That an attorney would propigate this trend, exploit it, just struck me as immoral. I am unable to put it into words, how aghast I felt, and still feel, about that billboard.
My husband got up early this morning, grabbed a folding chair and headed to Border’s. He has a very important mission: to wait in line to get a bracelet that will determine our place in line tonight at the Harry Potter book release. Yes, the children and I are Harry Potter fiends.
Now my mission over the next several days/week is to avoid any Harry Potter spoilers. I can avoid the media (no TV, no websites, etc) but how do I avoid my 13 year old, fast-reading, son? He is a blabbermouth.
I may have to resort to duct tape.
BTW, we are spending the weekend in St. Louis. I’ll be at the arch thinking “Nice arch, Does Hermione get a boyfriend?” During dinner on the Hill I’ll be thinking “Delicious tapas, who is the new dark arts instructor?” I think Tay and I will be driving Chris crazy. But, for once, I won’t mind the car ride, or the wait at the airport, or traffic. More time to read.
Counsellor: So you both want to stay married?
Him: Well, I want “A” marriage….
Me: I hate people that read the last page of a book first.
Me: It’s just awful. I mean, seriously, if you came home and said “I robbed a convenience store today” I’d probably be less upset than if you read the last page of a book first… of course, I’m assuming that no one died during the robbery.
Taylor: You’re weird.
Me: But at least my priorities are straight. Robbers can be rehabilitated, but unrepetant end readers, they are unreformable.
Me: Chris, have you ever read the last page of a book first?
Me: Good, then we can stay married.
Last Friday we took my daughter to the St. Louis airport to fly to Memphis to visit her grandmother, Alice.
After dropping her off my husband and I explored the Hill area. I have never seen so many Virgin Mary statues. The neighborhood was easy to find and quite cute. We walked around, went in several stores, a salumi, bakeries, etc and had lunch. We bought some quite delicious cherry pepppers stuffed with pancetta and a white cheese (not mozz). We attempted to go into a beautiful Catholic church but it was locked… I thought churches were supposed to be open? What if we were seeking sanctuary? (Okay, we really just wanted to sight see, but still….)
Friday my husband and I are taking our daughter to St. Louis. She will be flying solo for the first time, to Memphis, to visit her Grandma Alice.
After the airport we are planning on visiting The Hill area and would love any suggestions on where to eat, any good marketplaces to visit; really any info would be great.