Turdles, laughs, tears and useless gifts

 

I love the blogging community especially the dog blogging ( and kitty bloggers too ) , the antics of some of the wonderful characters can make me smile even on my darkest days. I find myself whooping with joy at some of amazing accomplishments they achieve unexpectedly, I howl with laughter at some of the tails that are told . I had one of those tears running down my face with laughter posts last week, it was so funny that even when I read it to my friend and then my OH I was in hysterics every time I said the word ‘TURDLE’, this particular pawesome doglet has such a way with words especially when it comes to snowmen. There are few very special doggy bloggers that I always read first as I know that they will start my day well. However there is a side to being an avid animal blog reader that breaks my heart, when one of them is sick or crosses the Rainbow bridge. I find myself sitting here with tears streaming down my face and my heart aching for their pawrents their is always someone who needs our prayers and healing thoughts. I sometimes find myself not wanting to open a certain blog if I know someone is very poorly because I dread reading bad news but I still open them. We all support each other through all our highs and lows and are their for each other, we are a family, a mad, crazy , funny ,slightly dysfunctional family at times but a loving caring family all the same. We may live hundreds or thousands of miles apart and we may never actually meet but none of that matters at all we are there for each other.

Now I know not all readers are as mad about animals as me and mine but can you all please put out a wee prayer or healing thought for a dear kitty whose name is Ginger Jasper he is very poorly at the moment and we all know how hard it is at the best of times but at this festive period it seems even harder somehow. Jasper is a very much loved English ginger floofball whose mum and dad adore him and I can understand why, he is an adorable bundle of snugglesome love.

Anyhoo onto other things now, my sons Crimbo list this year was a pricey one hardly anything on there in my price range except for one and even that was pushing it a little but I duly ordered said item. When it arrived boy was I disappointed it was mega plastic-y and looked really cheap and tacky. It was called the astro eye planetarium and was supposed to shine stars onto your ceiling well it shone what looked like paint splashes onto the ceiling. I was not a happy Mom I can tell you, so I phoned the company up to sort out returning it and was told “ yes that fine to return it but once we receive it back it can take up to 14 days to re credit your money “ !!!! Well my GHAST was well and truly FLABBERED I just don’t have that sort of money laying around to buy a replacement gift. In these days of electronic money transfers and banking you would think they could do better than that really don’t you ? Thankfully my folks have offered to order the new gift I have chosen for my son and I can pay them when the money is re credited to me and I think my son will like this one far, far , far better !

I started working on a Crestie Christmas bauble yesterday and I am rather pleased with how it is going but I wish I had checked my paint supplies before I started as I have no black acrylic for the outline Grrrr and one of my furbabes nommed on my best paintbrush the little madam ( not mentioning any names but she is old enough to know better……………lol ).

Lastly please excuse any typos that occur in our posts but my L key is being very naughty at the moment and not always coming out when I wallop it. On that note I shall close.

Seasonal love, peace & happiness to you all

Momma Tea

My Brave and Wonderful Boy

has crossed the Rainbow Bridge today, he was amazing and I stayed with him and held him close in my arms. I whispered in his ear , telling how much I loved him and how proud and honoured I was to be his Mom, he looked up at me as if to say ‘Yeah it has been da most kewl time eva Momster n I do luvs yu too’. I don’t have any more words today to express how I am feeling right now but I can see it was a very peaceful and tranquil crossing and now he and Molly are together at last.

With Love

Momma Tea

Thank You Does Not Cover It

I have really found myself lost for words over the last week, this in itself is miraculous as I don’t think it has ever happened before. Trying to find the words to convey how I feel has been almost impossible because Thank You does not even come close to covering it.  The generosity of you all has boggled my mind but your compassion and support has quite literally blown me away, it is very humbling. You have restored my faith in the human race with the kindness you are showing us.

All the wonderful things you are doing and have done and have arranged in such a short space of time is testament to the PAWESOMENESS of The Blogville family. We may be scattered all over the globe and most of us will never meet sadly but a family is what we have become and I am a very proud and happy member of this family.

So to all of you I say

 

For everything you are doing and have done, Thank you for all the support you have given past and present and Thank you for being you ! The world is a far better place for having all of you in it.

 

With All of My Love

Momma Tea

In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back. ( Charlie Brown )

I have stopped feeling quite so sorry for myself now as I am more worried about my darling Richie. He has been off colour for a couple of weeks and I just thought it was him getting older and slowing down a bit. But on Saturday he didn’t eat a thing and he had me up all night. He could not settle and did a lot of gulping and chop smacking then the vomiting started. In the wee smalls hours when he could hardly stand I started to get really scared that if I took him to see the vet he would not be coming home again.

We did get him to the emergency vet and he DID come home again but I am still very concerned, I know it takes a couple of days for any meds to start working their mojo but you can’t help worrying when you love them so much. He managed a little scrambled egg and polenta last night but he isn’t interested in anything yet today but maybe when The Popster comes home with a nice roast chicken he may change his mind. I am hoping so anyway. He was so brave at the vets as he had a huge antibiotic injection and he had blood taken and not a whimper I am so proud of him although he was less than impressed with where the thermometer went bless him. So now I feel a little like a pharmacist in the morning as he is now having 5 different medications a day instead of his usual 3 but he takes them all no problem with a dollop of crunchy peanut butter. He is getting extra loving at the moment as he deserves it and Ronnii is watching over him. It is so lovely to see the two of them snuggled up together. I have to add how happy Richie is after his declaration of love on Valentines day to a certain lady in Houston because she has done a post about him and she thinks he is better than Johnny Depp !!!! You can read that post HERE.

I am going to have to Ronnii to a groomer as soon as I can as she has a few mats round her front legs and she will not let me tease them out, I can do her back, sides and legs no problem but she wont let me brush underneath. Her confidence is growing every day now and when her leash comes out she dances with excitement she is just a lovely little girl but boy can she whinge……………….lol. When we are both home we get a lot of whinging as she cannot make up her mind who she wants to be with poor lamb, she is also uber whingy when her Popster leaves for work she is such a daddy's girl.

I have not felt up to blogging over the last week but I & the furbabes logged in to catch up on everyone and boy were we surprised. Darling Frankie  had done a special post just for me you can read it HERE. Frankie is the sweetest little guy and what he has done to show his support for me had me blubbing like a big blubby thing from Blubbville on Planet Blubtopia. He has shaved a bald spot on his gorgeous head so I won’t be alone as my fur falls out, what an awesome young man he is. The support and friendship I have found through the blogville residents is so amazing and makes me feel so blessed. Thank You all so much you cannot begin to know how much it means to me.

Now Frankie is a little worried as one of his wives Ruby has had a bad allergic reaction to her annual shots and the poor lass is all swollen up so please send her healing vibes and cross your paws for her. Allergies are no fun as many of us know so we are hoping she feels better really soon.

 

I am going to close todays post with this;

A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.

 

With Lots Of Love

Momma Tea

The Perfect Dog…………. Give Me Perfectly Imperfect Please

This post has been inspired by me reading Tales and Tails post today . If I am totally honest my perfect dog would not be shouty for no reason unlike my Richie, My perfect dog would be perfectly housetrained unlike Ronnii, My perfect Yorkie would have the neatest straight coat with no kinks in it at all unlike Ronnii. But I am not a perfect person so in reality I would not want a perfect dog all I want is my dogs, my dogs and me are imperfect which makes us perfect for each other. The three of us have our quirks and our foibles, Richies is his shouting, Ronnii’s is her peeing and her kinky, wavy coat round her rear end which looks like she has had a demi wave. Both my furballs have attitude all of their own like their Mom, they have unique personality traits which I adore and they make the most unusual noises and I love them for it.

I have had a few dogs over the year the first was Sam, he was bought from a Petsmart store before I wised up to pet stores, he was a lab / staff / whippet cross from a littler of two, his brother looked pure black lab Sam got all the mixed up bits. At the store his brother was racing around like a loon and Sam was sitting there just looking up at me with his beautiful brown eyes and I was smitten. Then I held him and I was lost, he stole my heart in the blink of an eye he was my first dog and I was determined he would not sleep on the bed or go one the couch. What did I know ? We had him about a month when my husband ( Now ex husband ) went away for 3 weeks on business, when he came home Sam was sleeping not on the bed but under the duvet between my feet and he never left. When my son was born I promised Sam that he would never be removed from the bed for our son to get in and he never was. Our son had a single bed put in at the end of his crib and if he needed one of us we would go into him which worked well until the night he climbed out of his crib into the bed never to go back in his crib again. Sam would often join him on his bed to help his get off to sleep but always came to me when I went to bed. He wasn’t perfect he had surgery on both his back kneecaps, they were chiselled and wired to stop them dislocating but he was the most adorable little guy. He was perfect when we went to our caravan he never needed to be kept on a leash like the other dogs there because he had grown up with us going away at weekends he learned to not wander off or bother others, he was well behaved off leash when out walking. When we got to a road I would cough and he would sit I adored him and he hold such a special place in my heart.

  My beautiful Sam ( Samwise Gamgee to give him his full name ).

As Sam was getting older we thought we would get him a companion and I was talking to another Mom at my sons school ( my son was about 6 at the time ) and she said she had a Labrador she wanted to rehome ( she could not stand all the dog hair well I am deffo not house proud so it was not a problem for me ) so I said well bring him round and we will see how they get on . So one Tuesday evening she bought Jazz round, thankfully they got on like a house on fire and on the Wednesday night he moved in, Thursday he was neutered and we never looked back. As he was already named Jazz my son ( a big fan of the fresh prince of Bel Air at the time ) decided his full name would be Jazzy Jeff Of Bel Air a big name for such a silly dog. He was/is the daftest, soppiest, silliest dog I had ever met and he fitted in perfectly. He would slobber and bounce around shedding his hair willy nilly and had the happiest, sweetest nature . He was one of those kind dogs well except to Westies he did growl at them after a bad experience with Polo our neighbours one , he was used to just running in to see Sam as our front doors faced each others and he raced in before we could stop in a few days after Jazz arrived, Polo saw a strange dog in our house and went for him at which point Sam launched himself at Polo and mad me jumped in to separate  them and got bitten by Polo in the process and after that Jazz just didn’t like Westies much.  We moved to the country and not long after I separated from my husband and the dogs came with me and my son.

  Soppy Sweet Jazz.

Then we decided to add another to the mix as Sam was really slowing down and needed someone a little less bouncy for a companion so off we went to the local RSPCA shelter but we could not see a suitable dog in any of the pens so we went to register our detail at reception and the lady on the counter said well we do have this dog but she is a bit smelly as she has bad teeth and the vet doesn’t want to risk a G/A with her and she is deaf so no one really want her. Her owner died and the dog she lived with died when they came in so she has been going home at night with the kennel maid. So we looked at this Saluki x breed and we cuddled, fussed and gave her lots of fuss and she won our hearts smelly breath and all. So our two were bought down to meet her and they both adored her as well so Nifty Nelly as she was named then came home with us and was promptly renamed Willow ( as in Willow Rosenburg from Buffy ) as she was deaf the name change didn’t phase her at all. She and Sam just curled up together as they were both the same age they just gelled so well but sadly it was not to last long. We got Willow in the March and my darling Sam crossed the bridge in May. But the time they had together was wonderful for them they were like Darby and Joan pottering about together and it was good for both of them and for me to see them both so contented with each other. She never caused any problems  except for her odd couch licking habit but whats the odd soggy spot when you have such a wonderful, beautiful girl like her .

My pretty Willow.

We fostered a dog just before we lost Sam and his name was Troy  ( Troyus ), he was at risk of getting shot by a local farmer as he was like Houdini and was brilliant at escaping and getting into the sheep fields. So he came to stay with us while we found him a suitable home. He was with us for about four months and he was handful at times, he had to be kept apart from our cats and he did try and boss Willow about but he was so soppy. You would hold your arms out in front of you and he would leap into them and he would tell you he loved you with a beautiful howl I would not hesitate in having a small scale husky again as they are just lovely.

Handsome Troy

Troy telling me he loved me.

 

We found him a wonderful home on the edge of the Yorkshire moors with a man who had not long lost his last Husky and he had Huskies all his life, he drove through the night to come and meet him and they really hit it off so Troy went to live in Yorkshire and he later had a lovely young lady come to live with him.

Jazz had always struggled with his weight and now the vet put him on very expensive diet food and my ex husband was missing him a lot and had a huge garden so my son and I made the difficult decision that Jazzy would be better off living with my EH ( Ex-husband ) and to be fair Jazz seemed a lot happier there with so much more room and he has come on in leaps and bounds bless him. My son visits a lot so he does see plenty of him. Now he has had other dogs living there with him as my EH’s new partner had two dogs a Dalmatian and a x breed ( the x breed has sadly crossed the bridge ). It was tough to let Jazz move but it was the right move for him

Things felt somewhat empty and Willow was lonely so we decided to get a puppy probably not the wisest move we have made but we made it anyway. A school friend of my sons dog had just had a huge litter of puppies so we set off to look at them. They were adorable bundle of black fluffyness of the mixed breed variety and my son chose one that looked like Sam. Eventually he was ready to come home with us and Mad Max entered our lives, he lived up to his name and was a bundle of mischief but very lovable indeed. he and Willow got on well he was a bit bouncy for her be he soon learned to snuggle down with her and they would cuddle up together.

Puppy Max and Willow.

Max,

Sadly not long after this photo Willow crossed the bridge, Max missed her as did we all. our house didn’t feel right anymore and so we decided to move nearer to my folks down on the Kent Coast. My parents found us a wonderful house and we put an offer in before even seeing it. However we had to live in a rental for a couple of months until the sale went through. Then we finally moved in and Max loved the new house as did we. But Max started to get very snappy and as time progressed this got worse and worse and his temperament changed dramatically . My Mom could not come in the house without him biting her, he got snappy with my son and then he started snapping at me too. The Vet let us in no doubt that this would only get worse as time went on as he  had a neurological problem so we made the heartbreaking decision to let him go and the vet helped him cross the bridge.

I could not even consider having another dog after that as it had been such a horrible, heart wrenching choice to make so we remained dogless for over a year. Then after a very messy, painful breakup with my then partner and I got Bertie a sprasset from a rescue group. He was a joy to behold all black, white and grey with a soulful face and a heart of gold. A huge personality which he would show by being as bouncy as Tigger if not more in fact. He would launch himself at you from across the room and lick you senseless, but would curl up in ball so small you would believe it was possible. The ex came back in and out of our life for a while but eventually left for good and I discovered that I had cancer in three different places. Bertie saw me through over a year of treatment which left me weaker and weaker and as my son was now living with my parents it was just me and Bert. I could not look after such a big strong dog properly being as unwell as I was, I could not give him the walks he needed and deserved and Bertie went back to live with his old foster Mom which broke my heart all over again.

Bertie

My son did miss having a dog in his life so my folks made the decision to get him a puppy which would live with me, so they chose a small dog …. a Cavoodle and so Doogie then entered our lives.

Doogs as a pupster.

A small bundle of sweetness, he filled my days and helped me continue to fight my illness by making me laugh when I really felt like crying. Everyone who met him adored him he just had that effect on people. Life with Doog was fun, he is the comical little lad and he grew into a most handsome young man indeed with a huge love of snow

As you can clearly see……..lol

He charmed everyone including my parents who I never would have believed could become so soppy over a dog, he gets aways with all sorts with them. Whilst buying Doogs a new coat I found out about The little dog rescue and decided to look into fostering for them and so Molly joined us. Doogs was a bit bouncy for her but she coped wonderfully

but my son wanted to have Doogie with him and as he was my sons dog bought for him by my parents who also wanted Ben to be happy and have his dog with him  so Doogs moved house. I didn’t get much choice really but I wasn’t happy about it and I did and do still miss him. But Molly was just wonderful, I  never imagined a little blind, baldy Yorkie with diabetes and Cushings disease would have such an effect on me and my life. but she did and she continues to do so even though she is not with us anymore. She has left a big hole in our lives but also she has left us with so many wonderful memories . If ever there was a dog to change your life completely then that dog is Molly

So each of my dogs in their own way has been my perfect dog, perfect with their quirks, foibles, bad habits, noisy-ness, piddling, bouncing, chewing, bottom burping, comical skills  and their love all of them perfect for me in my imperfectness.

 

Wow that was a long winded post for me……….lol

 

Love

Momma Tea

It Has Been A Fraught Day

Richie went into hump like a demon mode and then whinge mode when he wasn’t allowed to hump like a demon, I did feel for the boy until I had enough so I decided to take him for a wander down our local recreation ground to give him, Ronnii and me a break from all the hullabulloo. All was going well we were ambling around with the place to ourselves when all of a sudden a  mad streak came belting towards us and promptly grabbed his leg in its mouth. A Staffie had come out of nowhere without a lead and had taken a dislike to my boy. I struggled to get this blooming dog off of him with the owner wandering over and thinking the whole situation was rather funny and doing nothing to help. I finally managed to get the thing off but the blasted dog kept coming and coming snarling and snapping and the owner just continued to laugh until I took matters into my own hands and punched his dog smartly on the nose. At which point he stopped laughing and went to hit me so I punched him smartly on the nose too, grabbed Richie into my arms and ran like hell. Out of the red round to my friends house where I promptly turned into a gibbering wreck. Luckily Richie was fine after a good check of him and I think he was just a bit stunned and I was somewhat shell shocked. I have never hit a dog before and do feel awful about it but I don’t feel bad about hitting the ‘man’ and I use that word loosely to describe the male person in a baseball cap and a hoodie. What on earth he though of this middle aged woman in sensible boots lamping one on the nose I don’t know nor do I care either. It is about time all dog owners be responsible for their dogs behaviour and for what comes out of their dogs rear ends. We have two dogs and we are responsible for what goes in their bellies and for what comes out and we dutifully pick up after them so why can’t others ? It is beyond me what goes on in some dog owners minds .

Onto Ronnii now she went to the dog-tor this evening to see if she could have a hormone jab to end her season and save Richie anymore stress but Anthony ( The Vet ) said she only has about another five days left and it takes that long for the jab to work so it is not worth it. She will be spayed in April ! He said all we can do is either get Richie a holiday somewhere or put up with……………. so put up with it we will but I am going to be handing over to my dear OH as soon as he walks through the door each evening poor man.

 

Well at least I can say life is never dull here……LOL

 

Momma Tea

Frustrated Boy, Saucy Girl & Seasonal Soliloquy

It’s been a rough few weeks recently with one thing and another but it seemed to reach a new level this last week. Ronnii appears to be in season and Richie is behaving like a frustrated horny twenty something. He has turned into a constant whining, crying boy and I do feel for him but it is quite draining trying to keep him and his libido in check add to which if he gets near Ronnii she tends to growl and snap at him then when he does finally calm down she sashays past him waggling her behind at him provocatively. The boy doesn’t know what to do with himself ! Sometimes it is comical but most of the time it isn’t , it’s just very, very tiring and stressful.

Despite all of this I have managed to get the Christmas tree up and festive fairy light here and there and the lounge is looking quite festive and very seasonal. I find Christmas and New Year a very difficult time of year, to be honest I dread it ! I lost my favourite Grand-Pop one Christmas eve and my favourite Nan died New Years day the following year so I find this time of year quite sad. This year my son is spending Crimbo with his father so I won’t be seeing him and he is off on a skiing vacation with his school on New Years Day so we won’t see in the new year together either. My folks are looking forward to a nice quiet day on their own so we won’t see them and I can understand that. So Christmas day for us will be very quiet and restrained, I am even thinking about toddling off to a church service in the morning. I have lots to be thankful for in my life even though I am rather low right now heck maybe now I finally feel ready to find my faith again I don’t know yet but I open and willing to give it a go and see what happens. Not having a full huge dinner either we are saving ourselves for the next day ! Maybe a nice walk with the pooches in the afternoon followed with snuggling on the sofa with a sappy Christmas movie. Sounds rather pleasant IMHO.

Me and OH have friends coming on boxing day so that will be our big day this year and it should be great fun with food, fun and liquid libations ( followed by big headaches the next day I suspect ).

So even though I dread this time of year I am looking forward to Boxing Day I love spending time with the people we have coming they are all so nice and great fun and are some of the loveliest people I have ever known.

Momma Tea

Well what a first week it has been .

The first week with Ronnii has certainly been hectic. What with her having an upset tummy and then passing the bug onto Richie so that meant two trips to the vet ( Richie was due his heart check up anyway ), then trying to get my little miss to actually take her tablets without her spitting them across the kitchen floor. She sucks off whatever I put round them then spits the pill flying it must be comical to see me scrabbling after it but I make sure it gets into her in the end. Ronnii has shown Richie that it is fine to poop in the back yard something I have been trying to get him to do since he arrived, I even went as far as bringing his poop home from walkies and putting it out there to no avail but along walks Ronnii and now Richie will happily poop out there YAY !

I have discovered Ronnii can do tricks, she will high five and roll over bless her and her resemblance to a Mogwai is not just visual but she sings like one too when you hold her it is so sweet. When we all go walkies it is just the sweetest thing as she and Richie walk so well together although the peeing competition is still in full force and I do believe Richie is in the lead ( if only for sheer volume….LOL ).

Sometimes I look at her sleeping and she looks so much like Molly it is spooky, I like to think Molly had a paw in Ronnii being the one for me . All in all even though it has been a hectic week for me,  for Richie and his new sister it has been pretty good.

 

Love

Momma Tea

Discombobulated

I’m feeling a bit low tonight apart from still feeling a bits pants myself . We took Rich to the vet today as we thought perhaps he had kennel cough but it isn’t that. It seems his heart is misfiring now and the coughing is due to fluid in his lungs. So he has two new lots of meds to try and help the situation and we have to go back to the vets in 10 days. As you can imagine this is somewhat worrying but I am trying to stay as positive as possible. Maybe coming so close on the heels of losing My Molly it is making me worry more but I guess that is the price of forever fostering the older not so well ones. However Richie himself is as loving as ever even if he does rattle a little more now.

I am also a bit peeved as we had planned to go to a country show at the beginning of October to meet up with lots of peeps and pooches from TLDR but we just cannot afford the train fare and I am more than peeved really but I am far to polite to put how I am really feeling about this. We would have camped overnight and had a jolly nice time with like minded doggy folk and helped raise much needed funds for The Little Dog Rescue but it is not to be.

 

I am also starting to get a little hinky as my review is coming up and I don’t want to get my hopes up, the way I figure it is if I go in thinking the worst I am never disappointed and you never know I my come out with a smile on my face this time. Either way good or bad no point worrying too much as it won’t change a blooming thing.

On a happier note my hair is most definitely growing back thankfully it seems to come back quite quickly which is a blessing so I may well be able to stop wearing hats again very soon, better stock up the old peroxide though as I can see a lotta gray coming through EEEEK !

I am going to close with a quote today I think so here you go………………….

 

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
Harriet Tubman

 

With Love

Mollys Momma Tea

30 Day Blog Journal – Day 17

Today I am to share an art piece with you it the remit was an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) but I think my art piece may not be what you are expecting. I was going to share my Orange Noodle by Jamie Hewlett but I have decided to go for some wearable art as it is more personal to me seeing as I am wearing it.. I got my first tattoo at the age of thirty it was a tiny heart with the letter B in, it was to celebrate the birth of my son. I got a little red devils when he hit the terrible twos and I didn’t look back after that. My favourite piece is my right leg almost my whole leg is covered but as the lower half is still a work in progress I am going to share my upper leg with you. I have the most beautiful bat, I love bats and always have done so having this is very special to me. It was also important to have the right person putting it onto me. I find the right person a very, very talented guy in my town and he drew it on freehand and the first sitting took three hours and the end result was this

 

 

Is it not the most gorgeous bat ever ?

The next step was to have the background filled in and that did not take as long about an hour and a half maybe a little more but it really finished it off to perfection . The end result is just so perfect for me.

 

Now I know tattoos are not everyones cup of tea but I love them and my bat is my favourite piece on me and as I am now up to 27 ish that is saying something. I also realise many would not consider it art but I do and I guess that is what counts.

Ps. Seeing as this post was about Art I am adding this as I think my friend Jude is a fabulous artist and I cannot wait to commission her to immortalise my girl Molly.

30 Day Blog - - Day 10

Wasn’t too keen on today’s one I have to post a photo of me taken over 10 years ago, Now I hate my photo being taken so this was not fun to find one that I liked but I think I finally found one I am ok with. YIKES here goes

This was taken many, many moons ago on holiday somewhere with family and what was to be my husband ( now ex ), life was very different back then I don’t recognise the person I was then anymore. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing to be honest with you.

30 day blog- day 3

Ohh Today the question is My fav TV show eek is all I can say !

Ok I will give what imdb gives as the plot summary

In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, during the Great Depression, the Walton family makes its small income from its saw mill on Walton's Mountain. The story is told through the eyes of John Boy, who wants to be a novelist, goes to college, and eventually fulfils his dream. The saga follows the family through depression and war, and through growing up, school, courtship, marriage, employment, birth, aging, illness and death.

For me it was a time that we sat down as a family and watched together. It was one of those shows that just warmed your heart. I loved the house they grew up in and wished I could live there with them, the fact that most of the time the family struggled to make ends meet their life seemed infinitely better than growing up in London.

I thought anyone would rather live on a mountainside in a house like this, if I am honest I would still jump at the chance. When I started watching red headed Elizabeth was not much more than a toddler and she was all grown up when it either stopped being shown or I grew up and found other things to interest me.

I am always going to think of Richard Thomas as John-Boy  and Michael Learned is always going to be Olivia some things will always be the same in your mind. It was just one of those heart-warming shows that you always think of with fondness and a smile on your face. Well I do anyway/

 

Momos Momma