A couple nights ago, a variation of the above playground song came to mind. Take note, this isn’t a cute, nostalgic story where I want to skip rope and chant rhymes. It’s a doggone tale about a stinky tail. Something indeed stuck to one’s bum, but it wasn’t a pancake.
Frank T. Snyder, my father, was a man who valued family and brotherhood, and it’s no wonder, since he was the baby of nine boys.
Their father, Janko Petrovich, immigrated from Croatia to America as a young man who wanted to give his family the streets of diamonds Eastern Europeans (and many others) were promised. My grandfather was advised on his boat ride over to Americanize his richly ethnic, beautiful name for his family’s future in this country, so he entered America as John Snyder.
A changed name didn’t change the Snyder boys’ merit, contributions, or devotions to community, country, and church. As young men, all nine extended their band of brotherhood patriotically by serving their country in all four military branches.
In fact, several of the Snyders served in different branches at the same time during WWII. This was an extremely unusual circumstance, since there had been an unwritten embargo placed by the government that prohibited more than a few brothers to be in the service during war times. Somehow, they got through this protective red tape and bravely served simultaneously; thankfully, all returned home safely and honorably.
My father was stationed with the Army in England at the tail end of the Korean War. Thank you to everyone who has, does, and will serve our country with loyalty, dedication, and patriotism.
Yesterday, May 25th, 2017, was Ascension Day, the fortieth day of this liturgical year’s Easter celebration. In the following, I attempt to give a brief explanation of this Christian feast day then reveal my spiritual encounter in regards to ascension. I say attempt because it is so hard to describe the indescribable. This is a condensed version of what I witnessed, felt, and believed following the passing of my father, Frank Thomas Snyder, lain to rest on June 8th, 2006. Continue reading “Ascension Day: Salvation, Memorials, and Butterflies”→
Bunco is a simple dice game that can be played by people of all ages. I started playing in a Bunco over ten years ago, when I was in my thirties. I taught my daughters how to play when they were in elementary school. My golden years mother still plays with a group of friends at Silver Sneakers. Although you can roll with two or more players, the game best lends itself to a group of twelve women. If you are interested in playing Bunco, starting a group, or learning more about this fun dice game, read on. Continue reading “Bunco Invite”→
I just walked in on little sister Lena in Cara’s room looking for candy. She was rifling through Cara’s Easter baskets — FYI, Easter happened three Sundays ago, but Cara still has a stash left. Anyhow, I was also craving something sugary, specifically chocolate, so I came in to see what Cara had. Lena found a package of M&M’s that we would share, but then I pulled out a box of bite size milk chocolate, peanut butter stuffed bunnies and chicks, Sarris Candy Brand. I took out a bunny and ate it. Continue reading “My Teenager is Sort of Raising an Ant Farm”→
I plan to write an exploratory blog a post on why parents and teachers should watch 13 Reasons Why and talk about it with their teenage viewers. Most kids are binging it and having their own conversations. I think adult input is beneficial. If you watched this series, please share your input as an adult viewer and why you think it can help generate a conversation about the issues depicted: suicide, bullying, underage drinking, rape, violence, dishonesty, neglectful parenting, bystander (blind-eye) teaching, premarital sex, homosexuality, depression, social media, and more.
If you aren’t aware, this is a Netflix series based on the book of the same title. The Protagonist, Hannah makes cassette tapes to be distributed to those who she felt influenced her suicide. There is a lot of hurt, pain, blame, and shame revealed. I do NOT agree with how Hannah handled/mishandled her issues, but I think it merits a mature conversation that could help other distressed adolescents.
SPOILER ALERT — When you comment, act as if all readers of the post have viewed the show. If you have not, you may want to refrain from reading comments until you finished the series. I recommend watching the 30-minute documentary following it on Netflix: 13 Reasons Why: Beyond the Reasons.
Comments — I hope to generate a good, adult conversation. Anything you add can find it’s way in my next blog, unless you state otherwise.
This was the final post I made on my old blog exactly one year ago. Today is anniversary #19, and we are still going strong and smoke free…
We were blissful newlyweds of merely three months when my husband Harry revealed that he planned to quit smoking after Super Bowl Sunday in 1998. What?! He never even mentioned this major life decision to me. He never talked about quitting before.
“Really? You’re giving up the smokes?” I incredulously asked.