An evening with friends

cercLast night Ron and I had a wonderful evening with a special group of friends. We all know how much these special friends mean to us. Wonderful food, lots of laughs and memories from years gone by. What more could one ask. Everyone kept teasing me about taking notes for my next book. Hmmm now for a title lol.

When we are young and carefree we do not think thirty or forty years in the future and what these precious times will mean to us. Some of us at the dinner table have been friends for over thirty-five years. Some we just met last night but the feeling was one of something that can last forever. 

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Feeling nostalgic to day

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Today I was feeling nostalgic and my mind has been wandering to my youthful days. I wrote this a very long time ago and thought it might be fun to publish it again. Some of you might have these same thoughts.

Lost Friendships

Whatever happened to that friend,

I had so long ago?

Sharing dreams and sharing tears,

Together fighting foe.

I often think about that friend,

Wherever she might be,

I often wonder how frequently,

My friend will think of me.

Time does pass and life must change,

We all must go our way,

And as I watch my children,

I’d remember how we’d play.

It really, is so very sad,

What miles and years have done.

They have, taken the best of friendships,

And erased them one by one.

Whatever happened to that friend?

I loved and cared for so?

She is only just a memory,

Of a life so long ago.

Chris Hannon

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A pat on the back for a job well done.

The other day I had a very strange thing happen. I know there are many of you out there who will understand what I am about to tell you. Especially artists or authors. We all know when we accomplish something we feel very proud of ourselves for, we not only need but appreciate our family, friends and yes even strangers to reassure us that we did indeed do something worth sharing and bragging about.

When I published my latest and newest book, the sequel to A Hairdresser’s Diary / A Hairdresser’s Diary: Scissors Retired, I was so pleased and excited. I had ran into a few brick walls along the way. I cannot take all the credit because without my friends and editors, Jo-Anne and Ronnie this book would have been a grammar and punctuation nightmare. Without all my wonderful friends, family and clients I would have no stories to tell. But this time when I needed to publish I did do it myself. It was a frustrating learning experience but after pulling out half my hair I did it.

I wanted to share my accomplishment with EVERYONE. At 70 years old I needed to let others know I still had some working gray matter. Now here comes the part that I think as artists some of us are confused by. One of my FB acquaintances, while messaging me about something totally different told me she did not ‘like’ or ‘comment’ on my postings, about my book, because she was afraid I might expect her to buy one. Although most of us write books on the hope that someone will buy them, we are not so naïve to think  everyone will. I cannot imagine what that would be like to have every family member, friend or person we meet buy our books, we would indeed be millionaires. But it cost NOTHING to show support for a job well done.

I have sold a fair amount of my first book both ebooks and soft covered. I already have many sales for my new book. So please do not shy way from saying, congratulations, for fear I might expect you to buy because I promise I do not! It just feels so good to hear the words or see the ‘likes’.

I have another author friend who told me not one of her family members even acknowledged her accomplishments. She has written and published 5 books and has not sold even one copy. When she tries to talk about her books both family and friends shy away from the subject, so she took them off the market. I am so lucky for my family and friends have been so supportive.

Dear Lord

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Sometimes we feel overwhelmed and we are not sure which way to turn. I wrote this piece a very long time ago. I somehow thought today I needed to post it. Maybe it will lift someone’s spirits who feels down.
Dear Lord, it’s time you take things over for me,
I’ve got too much to handle at this time,
The burdens of this life are full upon me,
And I find life’s mountain just too high to climb.
It’s not that I am shirking all my duties,
Or that I want to give them all to you,
It’s just that I have finally reached my limit,
And I know this is the only thing to do.
I need my time to be a wife and mother,
These things are more important to me now,
And once my mind is clear from other worries,
I know everything will be all right somehow.
Amen.
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Tid bits from my sequel of A Hairdresser’s Diary – For Sharon

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It was through Lil and Norm we met Sharon and Big Bob who lived across the street. We called him Big Bob because when he stood up he blocked out the sun. He was a sweet and tender gentle giant and Sharon a caring, sweet lady. They had three lovely children, again not in our kids’ age group.It was not long before we became not only neighbours but great friends. I started painting on clothing at the suggestion of my doctor to do what would not be stressful on my back. As a result, I discovered the craft of tee shirt painting. However, Sharon was the real reason I started my hand-painting business. She purchased the very first tee shirt I ever made with butterflies and she paid me with more paints and two more shirts. There was no stopping me after that. I had no shortage of clients for my artwork on clothing.

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My Love Was Like A Rosebud

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My Love Was Like A Rosebud

My love was like a rosebud,

Kissed by morning dew,

It’s fragrance is so fresh,

Like the love I gave to you.

And like the tiny rosebud,

so delicate and small,

With just a little love and care,

The petals will hot fall.

But pluck it from its stem,

You could almost hear it cry,

It’s as if that tiny rosebud,

Knows that it will die.

My love was once that easy,

To crush, to wither and kill,

But you put a fence around me,

And here I’m growing still.

But some of my tiny petals,

Are a little worse for wear,

My stem leans’ over slightly,

And thorns are growing there.

I no longer sway so freely,

In the gentle summer breeze,

Al1 my petals now are open,

And there are holes now in my leaves.

But unlike that tiny rosebud,

I had someone to care,

Although I’m worn and tattered,

I know he’s always there.

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Tidbits from A Hairdresser’s Diary /Scissors Retired – part eight

One day, while I was looking through the newspaper for the weekly sales, I noticed an ad for young adults who were wanted for various modeling positions or to work as extras in the movies. Although it intrigued me, I shrugged it off thinking it could only be a scam. When the boys came home from school, I told them of my find. Doug was not the least bit interested, but Terry jumped at the chance and begged me to check it out. I warned him of the fraudulent aspect of the ad, but he pleaded saying, “Mom, could you please just call and see if it is real?” I talked it over with Ron who was adamant that I be careful of being reeled in like an unsuspecting fish. I promised I would be diligent. I made the call the next morning to the Hamilton number supplied in the ad. I was both pleasantly surprised and thrilled about the exciting information I received. Therefore, I immediately made an appointment for Terry to be interviewed the following day. Ron quizzed me in a hundred different ways until he was satisfied the information I had was on the level. Terry was overjoyed at the thought of working in the movies, even if only as and ‘extra’. I begged him not to get too carried away until his interview was completed. That was like asking a little boy in a candy Shoppe not to want a piece of candy. Terry was up and dressed hours before we had to leave. Once there, we were surprised to find a small, one room dreary office in a rather dull, half run down building. Taking hold of Terry’s hand, I took a deep breath before entering. My first instinct was to run the other way as fast as we could. The heavy wooden door squeaked as I opened it, which alerted the only person in the office. He immediately stood up to greet us. Extending his hand to me, he said, “Good afternoon and welcome. Have you come in response to our ad?”

“Yes, I am here with my son, Terry. You advertised the need for young people for modeling positions and to work as extras in the movies? I have an appointment to see Stan. I assume that would be you?”

“Yes it certainly would, and you must be Chris?”

I nodded and smiled. I think Stan sensed my uneasiness with their unprofessional location and the lack of secretary in the office, for without hesitation he said, “Please excuse our informal location – it is only temporary. We needed to find an office ASAP here in Hamilton so we could do interviews immediately. There are three movies booked to be filmed in this area and they need extras who are ready willing and able before the end of this week. Our new office will be in one of the new buildings downtown. Feeling more at ease, I asked, “So, what do you need from us?” Stan motioned to the two wooden chairs in front of his desk and Terry and I sat down and made ourselves comfortable. Stan turned his attention to Terry and asked. “So young man, which of our programs are you interested in?” Almost before Stan could finish, Terry blurted out excitedly, “Working in the movies!” Stan laughed, “What no modeling?”

“Not really – I would prefer not to do that. That is what my mom used to do” Stan looked at me with a questioning look but I quickly changed the subject.

“Stan are there certain specifications needed?”

“Not really. You will have to sign a contract that you will work for us only. We get our money by supplying the extras to the movie companies.”

“Do we have to pay a fee or buy anything?’

“No, we have no fees or sign up costs. You get paid by the hour, whether you are physically working or not, as long as you are on the set. Terry, you will have to come here to this office or when the new one is opened to that one when you are ‘called’. We provide transportation to the designated location. Now, if you decided you want to be a driver, you will have to take others with you but you get paid gas money as well. We can figure all of that out once you see if you like the work. One last thing Terry, there is no set or guaranteed hours. If this suits you, we can draw up the contract.” Terry was very excited with all the information we received, and already had pen in hand. Just as Stan was finishing his paper work, he looked at me and said, “How about you Chris?” I must have looked confused for he continued with, “Why don’t you sign up too?”

“Me? Are you kidding? I am not here for me. I am here for my son.”

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