Hi ho. Hi ho. It’s back to work I go!

Family dynamics possess their own set of demands, and with them come responsibilities you sometimes never think about having to fulfill. So it has been since my last post, last year.

Along with the life changes that Mother has experienced came the realization that the frame shop she loved so much was sitting idle, and I began going in to the store to maintain a presence. Not one to sit still for very long, I started going through things and cleaning up a little, here and there. Before long, lots of little piles were cropping up all around the store.

The little shop isn’t all that big anyway and walking room quickly became an issue. There were boxes of records from the many years that Mom and Dad ran the shop and they were put aside for future shredding. Lots of interesting memorabilia was sifted from the shelves and drawers, some packed for later review, some placed on now empty shelves for display and to stimulate conversations.

Friends dropped by to chat from time-to-time, and some jumped in to help with the cleanup. Potential picture framing customers were stopping in quite often, only to be referred to another framer. Finally, on one such occasion in April, I let it out that I would be reopening Carey’s Frame Shop on May the 4th. Where that came from I still don’t know! But there it was, in front of the customers…and witnesses…I had made a commitment. Now I would have to dust off my picture frame academy diploma, dig out my equipment, and put my training and experience back into practice.

The past two months have been very fast-paced, sometimes a little stressful, but totally fun and rewarding. I didn’t realize just how much I needed to get out from behind my computer and get back in front of people. Along with the visitors and customers, a couple of newspaper reporters even stopped in for a chat.

Come by when you get a chance and we can blow the dust off some of those old treasures.

[see High Tide article]

[see News Journal article]


photo: donotfaint.com

Oscar My Pet Rabbit

Let me tell you a story about my pet rabbit “Oscar”.

Oscar 1Several years ago, while working for a major dental supply company, I needed to hire some part-time help, to assist with a backlog of filing and some other office tasks.

I had been given a rather large, unused room in the basement of one of the buildings to clean out and use as an office, for storage of the massive volume of the division’s maintenance and calibration records, and as a calibration shop for my use and for vendors.

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It’s About Time

The “A” Team – Ed, Roger, and Marvin

Wednesday, October 29, 2014, was my last day with the State of Delaware Messenger Service. For the last three years, I served as a part-time mail courier, routing state and US mail to and from state agencies, in western Sussex County and southern Kent County. I like being active and I wanted something to do for awhile after retiring and moving back to Millsboro. It was never really a job…more like a gig.

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On Thanksgiving Day, a couple of years ago, I made a side trip to Mechanics Cemetery on East State Street, on the way to Mom’s.

Mechanics Cemetery, Millsboro

One of my granddaughters had stayed overnight with me, so I took advantage of an early arrival in town to share some seasonal thoughts with her.  I told her how my grandmother Bessie Carey and I, and then later my father and I, had frequented the cemetery.  We would walk among the graves, noting the names and dates of those interred there and then we would reflect on the lives they had lived, and how each of them had touched our family.

Of particular significance on that occasion, I remarked to my granddaughter, was just how many Thanksgivings were represented there.  In one sweeping view of the monuments dotting our perspective, we were looking at almost 200 years of community history.  Before us lay the earthly remains of people who had lived, toiled, and contributed to the development of Millsboro, and celebrated many Thanksgivings there before us. Without their efforts, our community would not exist.

Many of those interred there celebrated only a few Thanksgivings. Without their sacrifices, we would have much less to celebrate.

Click here and read about a special Thanksgiving that took place during World War II.

What A Difference A Day Can Make

So much has happened in the last few weeks…

The Mid-Atlantic States have been jolted by a 5.8 earthquake,

The entire Eastern Seaboard has been pelted by wind, rain and storm surge of Hurricane Irene,

Our nation is still reeling from the effects of the hottest July on record,

A wide-spread, devastating drought lingers in the mid-South,

Which in itself has contributed to fires that have consumed vast swaths of land and hundreds of homes.

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