Life’s Playlist…… Fly Me to the Moon performed by Frank Sinatra

Yesterday, in 1969, Neil Armstrong went where no other human had been before.

As part of the America’s mission to the moon, Armstrong strapped on his support pack, fastened his helmet in place and stepped on the moon, becoming a National Hero in the process.

His words…… “that’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,” is seared into our brains and stands as a testament to the greatness of the human spirit.

I know my family was glued to our black and white television when this happened, but I don’t remember it.  As most Americans, I have seen the videos and still get chills today when I think about this awesome accomplishment.

No one really knew what would happen when the astronauts escaped earth’s orbit headed to the moon.  No one knew what would happen when the lunar explorer landed on the moon.  No one knew what would happen when Armstrong stepped onto the moon’s surface and no one knew if we would be able to get our heroes home.

We now know, the mission went without major issues and the heroic work of our astronauts and those who sent them into space stands as one of the greatest accomplishments of mankind.

Isn’t it amazing what can happen when we work towards a purpose and dedicate our efforts to making those dreams come true?  The possibilities are out of this world…….

 

Life’s Playlist…. Power of the Dream performed by Celine Dion

Twenty-one years ago the eyes of the world focused on Atlanta, GA for the start of the 1996 Summer Olympic Games.

The stage was set and after almost ten years of planning, Atlanta welcomed the world.

I lived in Atlanta during the build-up and celebration of the Centennial Olympiad.  It was a heady time filled with the most incredible displays of athletic prowess I have ever seen.

Those days and years leading up to the Games also showcased a spirit of community that all of us who lived in Atlanta, and worked on the Games, could be proud of.

Unfortunately, the actions of a mad man tarnished the magnificence of Atlanta 1996, but his actions cannot and should not be what we remember when we think of that magical summer.

I will always remember those days for the joy we felt as years of planning came to fruition.  I will remember the friends I made from around the world, and I will remember the unity of the athletes proving that we as a world can  co-exist, even if only for a couple of weeks.

Atlanta 1996 was a resounding success and 21 years later, the differences the Games made on the City are still evident.

Atlanta’s Olympic flame shone bright and still does today.

 

Life’s Playlist…. Nadia’s Theme by Henry Mancini

On this date in 1976, Nadia Comaneci became the first person in Olympic history to score a perfect 10 in competition.

Scoreboards during the Games weren’t prepared for such a feat, when her score popped up as 1.00, the audience was outraged, until they were told the decimal point was static and couldn’t be moved.

For the entire competition, each of Nadia’s perfect scores was reflected as a 1.00, instead of 10.0.

That summer the world embraced Nadia, a product of the Romanian sports development system.

At just 14 years old, Nadia became a household name and scored a total of seven perfect scores in the Montreal Olympics.

After the Games of 76, she competed in the 80 Moscow Games and capped her career with nine Olympic medals.

In 1989, Nadia defected from Romania and ended up in the United States where she married American gymnast Bart Conner.

Now an American citizen and gymnastics coach, Nadia Comaneci is 55 years old.

 

Life’s Playlist….. Soar by Christina Aguilera

Yesterday I watched the movie “Hidden Figures.”

The movie is the true story of three women who helped elevate the United States space program during the 1960’s when the US and Soviet Union were in a race to send a man to the moon.

Overcoming the obstacles of racism and sexism in the workforce, these women proved their place through hard work and ability.

The spirit of the movie soared as the US space program overcame obstacles to get our astronauts into space.

While we are all familiar with the heroes who went into space, this story gives us a look at the heroes on the ground who put them there.

Nominated for a number of Academy Awards this past year, I would rank this film with any of the other great “space” theme classics.  I loved it!

Hidden Figures is a testament of what greatness can be accomplished when the talents of everyone is encouraged.  When the person most qualified is given an opportunity to excel regardless of sex, orientation or color.

Check it out, Hidden Figures is a great movie!

Charmed

(Today’s post is a “re-post” from October 15, 2011.  The story still brings me a sense of peace and the memories these simple charm bracelets represent fill my heart as much today as they did many decades ago.)

 

There are certain possessions that we all have in life that mean much more to us than their value.  Items that “in a fire” you would grab.

Besides Lita, I have a few things I would try to save in case of an emergency…..  the framed baby outfit I wore home from the hospital when I was born, a quilt made from my parents clothes when they were children both of which were Christmas gifts from mama and daddy.

I would try to grab family photos and my “important documents” box, but before any of those other “things” in my life (excluding Lita) I would reach for the charm bracelets.

In my living room, in a special place of honor are two framed charm bracelets, costume jewelry that means more to me than anyone else.  These charm bracelets belonged to mama and ma-ma.

When I was a very young child I used to spend a lot of time with ma-ma and gramps.  We had kind of a routine that included continuous pampering and exploration of my imagination and creative personality.

Ma-ma was the perfect homemaker, she could bake, cook, clean, sew, garden, arrange flowers, craft, she could do it all and she loved having a little one tugging at her apron strings offering to “help.”  I love pulling those apron stings, so we were a perfect pair!

One of my favorite things to do with ma-ma was to have her tell me stories,  stories from the charm bracelet.

Ma-ma’s charm bracelet was gold and from my childhood memory it had what seemed like hundreds of charms.  Each charm held a significance, the sewing machine, the thimble, a head for each child and grandchild, a replica of her brother’s Bronze Star, Virginia, Puerto Rico, Florida;  all remembrances of trips taken through the years.

For a young boy filled with an unquenchable imagination, that bracelet and the stories that were told about each charm could entertain for hours.

Many years later, when ma-ma died, I knew there was one thing I really wanted, I wanted that bracelet.  I hadn’t seen it in years and when I mentioned it no one knew where it was.

Through the days of purging ma-ma’s belongings someone found the charm bracelet and gave it to me.  As an adult, it wasn’t as impressive as it was when I was a child, you could see some of the charms were missing and it was tarnished, but just seeing that bracelet brought back a flood of memories and times spent with my grandmother that I would never be able to replace.

Mama’s bracelet was different.  Mama’s bracelet was silver and only had 5 charms on it… one for daddy, one for Tom, one for Sam, one for me and one for herself.  Four male heads and one female.

On the front of each charm our name and birth date was engraved.  On the back of Tom’s was his death date.

Somewhere through the years mama lost her charm bracelet she would mention it from time to time and how much it meant to her.

One year, when I was about 16, I knew exactly what I wanted to give mama for Christmas.  I had worked all summer and saved some money and knew that this would be the year I was able to give her the special gift.

When we open our Christmas gifts each year, we try and hold one back for the grand finale as we know it is going to be the “special gift” for that year.  This was my first year able to give the “special” gift.

I planned for weeks, I got mama’s gift, I made sure everything was perfect and on Christmas Eve, I proudly put that gift under the tree.

As we unwrapped the gifts my excitement built and for the first time, this year the excitement really wasn’t for what I was receiving, but what I was giving.

When the time finally came and all the gifts but one were opened, I proudly handed mama her beautifully wrapped package.  I sat nervously beside her and as she unwrapped the package, our small family watched in anticipation.

When the package was opened, there it lay a silver charm bracelet, just like the one she had year’s before.  Five heads, each engraved, a simple gift that meant more to my mama and I than any expensive gadget could.  To this day, the most special gift I have ever given anyone.

Mama and I both cried.

Through the years mama wore that bracelet everywhere and she made sure not to lose it.  She added three more heads through the years, Donna, Chelsea and Zack.

When mama passed, there was one thing I wanted.  Before I left Clayton on my way back to Florida after that horrible/wonderful week, I went to mama’s jewelry box and collected the charm bracelet.

Not long after I got my grandmother’s bracelet, I decided to have it framed.  I lived in Atlanta at the time and had a friend who was a framer, he made sure that it got the attention it deserved and did a beautiful job with the presentation.

After mama died it took me almost a year to have her bracelet framed.  It hurt too much to think about finalizing it and putting the bracelet behind glass.

Finally, as the 1 year anniversary of mama’s death approached I took it out and went to my local framer.  I carried ma-ma’s bracelet with me to show the framer what I wanted.

Thankfully, the framer saw the importance of this project and gave it his attention and dedication.  We picked out a frame that complimented ma-ma’s.  After finally, pulling together the strength to take the bracelet to the framer, I waited with nervous anticipation for it to be completed.

When I got the call that my frame was completed, I went to pick it up with excitement.  When I saw the frame opened, again I cried, just like the first time I saw it opened and just like the first time, I knew my mama was right beside me admiring the bracelet as well.

Today those two bracelets sit in a place of honor in my living room.  On a small table, two pieces of costume jewelry that mean the world to me.

(Note – since moving back to God’s Country two years ago, the bracelets still hold a place of honor, in my living room, prominently on my mantle.)