Tuesday, October 29, 2013


Often times people who have phones or cell phones enjoy having ringtones or leaving messages. The following are a few I wrote several years ago and  ran across them recently. They are just for fun:

1.  Business:  Hello.  Please don't hang up.  I apologize for not being at my desk at the moment. I do sincerely want to talk to you.  At the tone, leave your name, number, time of call and a message telling me how I may be of service.  Thank you for your patience.

2.  Humor:  Yeah...it's me.  Well, it's also not me.  You guessed it...you got the machine again.  But hey...don't hang up on me... I really want to hear why you called.  Unfortunately you either got me in the shower, taking out the trash, bringing in the mail, or...worse yet...asleep! Oh, and I could just be out! So...when you hear the tone, tell me who you are, when and where to call you, and I will...as soon as I : Dry off, wash my hands, scan the mail, wake up or  return...whichever comes first.

3.  Romantic:  Hey baby...I can't talk to you right now, because I'm lighting the candles, turning the lights down low, plumping the pillows, or slipping into something more comfortable...just for you.  So, when you hear the tone, why don't you whisper your name, and number in my ear and I promise I'll call you whenever I have everything ready. Love you sugar!

You have my permission to use them if you like...or not!


Monday, October 28, 2013


As I hugged my little granddaughter one day, 
she looked at me and said, 
" Grandma...Why do you have so many cracks in your face?

My little daughter was about five or six, when one morning 
she saw me running my comb under the hot water.
 "Are you paralyzing your comb Mommy?"
I laughed, "No honey, you mean sterilizing."
She said, "Oh yeah, I forgot...Paralyze,
that's where Adam and Eve lived."

A little boy says to his mother, "But Mom, I can't go to my room,
I can't get the door open."

I said: "Two silkworms were in a race."
She said: "What was the results?"
I said: " A tie."

Some kids were playing outside when a lady came by
with her cute little dog. The kids began petting the dog,
except for one little girl. 
The lady said, "It's okay honey, you can pet peanuts."
"I can't the little girl said, "I'm allergic to peanuts."

Question & Answers:

Q: Why did the witch need a computer?
A: To do a spell check!

Q: What do you do when you cross poison Ivy with a 
      four leaf clover?
A: A rash of good luck!

Q: How does a barber do his work so fast?
A: With short-cuts!

Q: Why do mummies have trouble keeping friends?
A: They're so wrapped up in themselves!

Q: What kind of soap does a judge use?
A: Trial size!

Q: Why did the king go to the dentist?
A: To get his teeth crowned!

Q: Why can't a leopard hide?
A: Because he's always spotted!

Q: When is a car not a car?
A: When it turns into a driveway!

Q: Why did the golfer wear two pairs of pants?
A: In case he got a hole in one!

Q: What do you get if you cross a snowman and a shark?
A: Frostbite!

Q: What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus?
A: Claustrophobic!

Q: How do you know when Santa's in the room?
A: You see his presents!

Q: How do you turn me off?
A: Change the channel!


Saturday, October 26, 2013


I thought this would be a good time to resurrect
this tribute to one of our finest basket ball teams,
as they won the gold medal in Barcelona Spain. 
Looking forward to the 2014 Olympics in China.


America's Dream Team it would seem,
Was on it's way to glory,
A driving machine that had been
The nation's headline story.

There was Charles Barkley who had the key
To open up the door.
And Larry Bird  was the word,
As he sailed across the floor.

Drexler "The Glide"  known as Clyde,
Would shine in Spain, Oh my!
Patrick Ewing he'd be a shoe in,
On that we could rely,

Ervin Johnson's "Magic" was most tragic,
To all those other guys,
While Michael Jordan rose against them,
As he reached towards the skies.

Christian Laetner, there was none greater,
When he leaped from hoop to hoop,
He and Karl Malone,  would not be alone,
They'd knock the whole world for a loop.

Christopher Mullen was never dull when,
He put his all into the sport,
Along with Scottie Pippin, always rippin'
Up and down the court.

David Robinson, another great one,
Could "slam 'n' Jam" with the rest,
We's see John Stockton try to reach Mach 1,
As he played ball with the best.

With coach John Daley we would see,
These guys were bad and bold,
Our Team USA would never sway,

(I wrote this during the 1980 Olympics,
It was written in the present tense for that
time, I revised it to read in the past tense, 
and made a few other little changes.)


Tuesday, October 22, 2013


I was going through old papers and stories and ran across this little bit of poetry. It isn't mine, but I can relate to it. (Anonymous)

I've never made a fortune
and it's probably too late now,
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches,
And sometimes the going's tough,
But I've got loving ones around me,
And that makes me rich enough.


Sunday, October 13, 2013


I have to tell you of this young man I met some time ago.
He stood beside a building with a sign,
What it said, I didn't know.

I walked a little closer where I could see what it did say.
I read the words upon it,
Then I began to pray.

The sign asked if  he could do something to perhaps make a "buck".  
He would in turn give some of what he got,
To one worse than he...down on his luck.

He is not White like me...which at times I've been ashamed of.
His skin is Black...his words respectful,
His smile is filled with love.

I went to this amazing young man...at the place whereby he stood.
I said to him, "I would love to help you sir,
If I only could."

I'm probably as bad off  financially as you , 
But...I can share a little."
I gave him a dollar...half of what I had,...for I had only two.

"No ma'am...you talked to me, your smile's worth more than  money." 
He  melted my poor heart, 
With words way sweeter than honey.

We chatted  and agreed...love not war...is what this country needs,
A softer, gentler nation,
Geared towards love and Holy deeds.

"My name is Gramma Dawn son...and what might I call you?"
"Chance" is what I go by, 
You can call me that...please do."

"I took a chance on you 'Chance', and you have been so sweet."
"Well Gramma Dawn", he humbly said, 
I'm glad that we did meet."

"Me too," I said, "there's not too many like you these days,
A lot of folks seem to think...'It's all about me.'
They show narcissistic ways."

"That's true,"  he said, "but it's really not our place to judge."
I said, "Chance...you know, I know  you're right, 
Nor should we hold a grudge."

"Jesus said," 'Judge not, lest ye be judged.' "It's in His Holy Book."
"Yep" I said, "All anyone has to do is,
Open it up and look."

All God's Prophets have books saying the same thing in different ways.
God is the Most High Judge,
Always, to Him we should turn...through our eternal days.

I'm glad I took a chance on "Chance," he told me I was like no other.
"He said, "Ma'am...you made my day the first time you came by,
To me you're like a mother"

He's not some angelic kid...he's been around the block.
If I were to talk like this about my own kids,
I think they'd be in shock.

It's just that his mother lives many miles away, 
And my kids work, have families and, 
Don't have time to stay.

Hence...we have become  a sort of substitute mother and son.
Whenever I see him we always chat, and
Have a bit of fun.

I live alone...I do the best I can to keep a positive outlook.
If ever I do feel down,
I simply get out my trusty God Book.

Life is what it is...folks are who they are, there is no arguing that.
I'm glad that God gave me the chance to meet  "Chance",
So we could have that chat.

My life is much fuller...now that I have lost some fears,
I've been working on growing up
For lo these many years.

Making amends...meeting new friends.. has been a part of the dance,
I've made amends...met lots of friends, and  
Took the chance on my new friend, "Chance."


Saturday, October 12, 2013


Here I sit again high above the Santa Monica Pier in my handy, dandy,stroller/walker...that I told you about yesterday.  

Pigeons swoop by like a formation of geese flying south for the winter. The flock comes by so close I can almost reach out and touch them as they light down. 

I notice how pretty they are with feathers of black and grey with a kind of florescent green, or purple color around the neck. They stay only momentarily perhaps looking for food, then off they swoop again.

My view today from Ocean Boulevard is of an Armada of sail boats...not racing...just lazily gliding through the beautiful blue/green waters of the Pacific Ocean near the beach. Makes one wistfully think of taking a trip on a cruise ship in the future.

Dragging my thoughts away from my imaginary future cruise, I notice a rather corpulent lady napping on a bench in the sun, a red umbrella sheltering her from its healthy, but sometimes harmful rays...she doesn't need a suntan.

On the bench next to her, a gorgeous White Chow sits along side its mistress. A blonde lady walks by pulling a small Poodle on a leash. The two canines come to terms  with a growl and a short bark.

The cutest little "afro-headed" toddler is chasing a pigeon, while his beautiful mother...a tall, slim, lady...is chasing him.
I laugh and say, "I can see why you stay so thin." She laughs back, "Yeah,"grabs her frisky little one, and runs to catch up with Grandma.

It's cool today, but beautifully sunny...almost like summer. Numerous tourists and runners fly by. There are several folks napping in the park, and there are also  a few who obviously spent the night. My heart goes out to them and I pray.

Since it's a lot like a summer day, I am going to recite the poem I promised you at a later date. It's called, "I Love Summer." Written in March of 1955.

I love the summer sun to shine a way up in the blue.
I love her trees of tall green Pine, her lakes and rivers too.

I love the dress that nature has bestowed upon this beauty.
To keep alive this lovely lass, Mom Nate has quite a duty.

Foliage green, clear blue sky, spruce up  Miss Summer's cover.
Nature's gifts are not the only reason why I love her.

There are myriad attributes for which I give her credit.
I know there have been many other poets who have said it.

To sum it up, as you can see, I kind of like this lady,
Although at times she has to be a lady that is shady.

But, when the leaves change in the fall, and summer takes a rest,
I find that I am fickle, for 'tis autumn I love best.


Friday, October 11, 2013



has been on an unwanted vacation 
due to circumstances, partially beyond her control.

She is back now, and rarin' to go with more of  her 
witticisms, essays, articles of merit, quaint characters, 
art, entertaining subjects, truth, an abundance of poetry, 
and whatever else turns her on.

Due to the fact that she's not really "techie savvy" there
is a lot of her old stuff still floating around. Which is okay, 
but, she doesn't want to bore everyone with the same ol', 
same ol'. Please be patient, she WILL work it out.

Gramma Dawn would also like to add, that she has a few
other blogs for you to ponder.

1. "mysticmusings@blogspot.com;

2. "sojoinusintruth@blogspot.com";


So come and join her in Truth, Gripe & groan with her
 on Granny's, Gripes & Groans. Meditate with her in
 Mystic Musings & other mysterious stuff, and learn about
 her life in, My Humble Being.



As I sit here on a park bench with my feet firmly planted on my only mode of transportation...my stroller/walker...I close my eyes and smell the sweet, fresh air blowing through what little hair I have left.

My birthday is in two weeks. I've been on this planet 86 years. I feel blessed to be able to still enjoy the sun setting on this lovely stretch of beach in Santa Monica, CA.

I am up on Ocean Boulevard, overlooking the famous Santa Monica Pier. I see it from here. Ant like forms are darting about doing fun things, like eating hot dogs, listening to music, both live and canned. Waves are lapping the shore, as more ants enjoy it's coolness, while basking in the autumn sun.

The Ferris wheel appears to labor as it rather sluggishly, rotates it's myriad passengers, mostly tourists...I assume, under their collective weights. Another exciting attraction to write in their travel journals.

I love the ocean. It's soothing calmness helps me maintain my equilibrium whenever it is over worked. What better way to relax and keep cool, than to recline and unwind in the warmth of a sunny day at the beach while writing...that's what I do...I write.

NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION: I will at this time introduce you to some of my poetry. This one happens to be about the very subject I have been writing about today...the ocean. This was the first bit of poetry I ever wrote. Written in March of 1955. I was in a kind of Robert Frost mood. During this period I also wrote a poem about summer, but I'll save that for another day..aren't you lucky? This one is called: "THE OCEAN SINGS".

Did you know the ocean sings a haunting melody?

She whispers,and she moans and groans as she flows on out to sea.

Her song is sometimes gentle with sweet melodic sounds, 

And then with great crescendo against the rocks she pounds.

At times her voice with anguish seems to fill the very air,

For she hasn't any place to go...except from here to there.

Her drum roll waves go on and on like a hundred tympani's,

While seagulls hover over-head and lend their sympathies.

Sometimes she'll let you bathe and play and have a lot of fun,

And catch her waves, or taste her salt, or linger in the sun.

But, she can be quite dangerous and full of mystery,

To fight with her is crazy, as crazy as can be.

Because, when she is angry, she hasn't any heart,

And yet , when it is time to go, it's really hard to part.

She murmurs, she pleads, she begs...oh please don't go away,

I promise I'll be very good if you will only stay.

Soon she has been left all alone to sing her songs of woe,

Oh why? Oh why? Does everybody always have to go?