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Saturday, September 17, 2016
A Farewell To Audrey
It is with a sad heart the family of Audrey Frank is posting her obituary here to let her readers know she passed away on August 25, 2016, after a brief stay in hospice. She had a wonderful life and accomplished all she set out to do. She will be missed by all who knew her and loved forever by her children and grandchildren. As mother would love, a final plug for her books. They will remain for sale on Amazon. Her obituary from The St. Augustine Record is below including a link to the actual online site and her guestbook. Thank you all for being part of her life by following her blog.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Memories of Cuba
I've been
watching with interest our president's visit to Cuba. I don't really have an
opinion one way of the other. It simply brought back memories of a gentler time.
Seventy years
ago, as a graduation present, my father took us all to Cuba. I had a ball. Just
fresh from Spanish classes. I was able to understand most of what the Cubans
said. I had been taught Castillian Spanish and had some trouble with the Cuban
"slang". But it was so much fun.
To top it off,
my father invited my boyfriend Winks to come along. I guess at that age I
wasn't aware of the poverty and domination of the Cuban people. All I knew was
that Havana was a beautiful city. We spent three days in Cuba, taking side
trips into the countryside. It is a beautiful country.
Unfortunately,
that was the first and last time I spoke Spanish. If you don't use it you lose
it
Friday, February 5, 2016
Goodbye Floral City
Actually, it's been fun being
here surrounded by nature in all its glory. Things I've learned?
First. Have patience. Boy, do you
need it when the twenty-fifth squirrel hops up on the window ledge and sticks
its tongue out at you. Fifty Cardinals are a beautiful sight, but I would
rather see fifty tourists groping for a seat on the downtown bus. In all
seriousness, the care my daughter Pam has given me has been priceless. Her
patience with a grumpy old mom deserves a medal. In many ways, the stay here
has been fun. I got to know my daughter Pam more intimately than before. She's
quite the woman. Not only a great book cover designer, but a caring and
compassionate person.
I will be here through the
weekend. Couldn't find anyone who would give up Super Bowl Sunday to take me
home. Love doesn't include missing the biggest football game of the season. So
I'll party with her friends, overstuff myself with food and drink, and probably
root for the wrong team. Then Monday morning back to St. Augustine and a slew
of doctor visits to be sure I'm capable of living on my own again. I am.
This will simply be another
adjustment I will have to make. If I've learned nothing else since this illness
began, it has been you must be able to ride with the punches and pray for the
best.
Thanks to all my friends who have
kept in touch and boosted my moral when it began to sink. Not sure what I would
have done without you.
It's a little late, but for me a New Year has started. I intend to make the most of it that I can.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Greetings From Floral City, Florida
Being stranded has its rewards.
On my better days with Pam and kids visiting right after I got out of the hospital.
Remember Me? Probably not. I'm
still trying to forget what happened to me during the month of January.
I came to see Pam in Floral City, Florida.
What was supposed to be a short, happy visit turned into a nightmare of pain
and hospital stays in Inverness, Florida for the whole month. I fell and
fractured several bones in my back. I was in and out of the hospital all month,
much to my consternation. I'm still recovering at Pam's and don't know when
I'll finally get back to St. Augustine. But get back I will eventually, and
start living a normal life again.
In the meantime, I'm getting caught up on
nature studies. Squirrels abound. Scooting up bird feeder poles that were meant
to keep them at bay, these wily creatures flaunt their unique talent to go
where no squirrel has gone before. Cardinals and doves, disturbed by their
presence, squawk their discontent. Yes, the country is enchanting, but to this city-bred
gal, give me St. Augustine with its Churches and tourists spots.
With luck, I'll be back in St. Augustine
for next month's column. How about helping me out with some new feedback about
your pets and interests?
Hopefully I'll be back with you in time
for new facts and fun by February's column.
Love you all. Audrey
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Turtle Tales Guest Post Designer Pam King
Well let me be the first to join your blog. I have 8 baby yellow belly slider turtles. A few months ago my husband and I saw a large female turtle laying her eggs in our yard. Since we have often seen broken turtle eggs we know that the raccoons love to eat them. We covered the area with a large piece of plywood to keep them safe.
About 3 months later I
decided to check on the nest. I very carefully dug into the dirt and there was
a little face looking up at me, still in his egg! We put him in a small
container with water and out he came with yolk sack still attached.
I didn't know if he would live, but in seconds another one came out.
I started digging again
and found whole eggs. Some were shriveled up, some felt empty, but by the time
I finished I had found 6 more viable eggs. To better keep an eye on them I put
them in a bucket with enough dirt to keep them covered and moved them to our
screened in porch.
For the next week, every
morning I was greeted with another little turtle sitting on top of the dirt. It
was great fun to wake up and wonder if another little turtle had joined the
world! They all made it and I am a proud mother of eight ravenous baby
turtles.
Another three months
have passed and I can’t believe how they have grown. Feeding time is the
proverbial frenzy. They have learned to come to one end of the thirty gallon
tank when I approach at our regular feeding time. They climb all over each
other and have a contest to see who can eat the most and the fastest. In the
beginning I had to place them in shallow water and put the food right in front
of them to get them to eat. Now they can swim all over the tank to catch
floating tidbits that swirl in the current created by the filter. Their menu
consists of shrimp, mealy worms and kale.
I don’t know how long I
will be able to keep them. I will have to release them back to nature because
they will grow to large to keep. But for now, they are great fun to
watch
Pam King
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Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Pearl's New Home
When this house
was built back in the twenties, it had open porches surrounding the entire
front, including the upstairs. Over the years, one owner must have decided to
close them in, which made the perfect setting for my plans as my hobbies
changed.
What is now
Pearl’s room was once my artistic rubber stamp room. For years, stamping was my
passion and I owned a shop in the historic area of St. Augustine, called Stamp
Augustine. As time changed, I decided to write romantic fiction novellas, which
are available on Amazon and Kindle. This was my writing area.
Now the room
houses around three thousand boxed stamps and Pearl. My writing takes place now
in a different upstairs.
What you see
through the open window to my bedroom is a white cage to house Pearl. Next to
it, although not so visible, is a red play gym with a second swing, a ladder to
climb, and several small play toys.
For the first
week, this satisfied Pearl and she would sit on the ladder and chirp at me. I
would sit on the edge of the bed and talk to her, hoping she might learn a word
or two. She has learned the "Up" command when I hold my finger
against her chest. She has become quite good at doing that and seems to like it
even more than just chirping at me.
One evening there
was a television movie I wanted to watch, so I left Pearl
on her swing and moved to the sitting area off my bedroom. All
of a sudden I was aware of wings slightly flapping. There was Pearl, walking
across the bedroom floor headed in my direction. I put her on my shoulder and
"movie" night has become one of Pearl's favorite activities. As long
as she can sit on my shoulder and nibble gently at my ear she's content.
As I write this
column, it has dawned on me that not everyone is as passionate about birds as I
am. The last thing I want my blog to do is bore you. With that in mind, I have
decided to make this blog into one where everyone can share his/her stories
about their favorite pet. Along with
cats and dogs, do any of you have some type of pet that could be classified as
"weird"? An iguana for example? That would be fun
for anyone to read.
In fact, I once
owned a twelve-inch iguana that eventually grew to ten or more feet. I had
built a large cage on my balcony, but it was starting to outgrow that. I managed to sell him to a man for three
hundred dollars. I know I lost money because that iguana had eaten through tons
of fresh vegetables and so many heads of cabbage I lost count.
Then there was
the time I purchased an untrained monkey who almost wrecked - ah, but that is
another story.
Are you seeing the
real reason for opening up this column to new ideas? Because people need people
in their lives. Too much texting is going on. Real honest communication has
almost been obliterated from conversation. Even e-mail, as easy as it is to
send, doesn't promise too much enlightenment. My own children send me a quickie
- Hi, Mom, Love you! - then zip-zap they're gone.
To me, a column
that takes the time to write about your interests, would at least keep a
conversation going. How about your friends? Invite them to join us. We are
becoming a world unto ourselves. With all the hate and horror in the world
today, wouldn't it be nice to hear happy thoughts about a special pet or
activity?
Let me know what
you think. You can send an e-mail or send a story and your pet's photo. See the tab at the top of this blog header for contact info.
Audrey
And may God still be there, holding our magnificent country
in the palm of His hands.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Pearl's Favorite Spot To Nibble On Millet Strips
It was dark, about 3AM. I heard a thud first, then a thrashing of wings that pulled me out of bed fast. I grabbed Pearl, held her close to calm her down. Evidently the perch she had been sleeping on worked its way loose and had toppled Pearl with it.
Once she felt safe on my shoulder she calmed down and started pecking on my ear. The only thing she likes better is nibbling at a long strand of millet strips. I always place it on the top of the cage, so I can quickly scoop it away when I think she's had enough.
Seeds aren't the best things for birds to eat. They need nutricious pelleted food. I bought what they had at Pet World, but Pearl doesn't seem to like it. Sometime this weekend, I'll head to Pet Smart and see what they have. Also need to buy some toys for her - right now she likes searching for my hearing aids and that's a no-no.
Although I haven't had her but a few days - and the first day wasn't too great - life is changing for me and Pearl. I can sense the subtle bonding. If I let her, she'd perch happily on my shoulder all day.
In my next blog post, I'll tell you about the strange cage arrangement I have. It's pretty neat and Pearl can look through an open window at all times.
I do hope you will come back to this blog and enjoy what I'm writing. I'd like this to be a place where you ask questions and even offer advice.
Until next time, live happily. It's the only way to go.
Audrey
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