Build for yourself a strong box Fashion each part with care When its as strong as your hand can make it Put all your troubles there.
Hide there all thought of your failures And each bitter cup that you quaff Lock all your heartaches within it Then sit on the lid and laugh.
Tell no one else its contents Never its secrets tell When you’ve dropped in your care and worry Keep them forever there.
Hide them from sight so completely That the world will never dream half; Fasten the strongbox securely Then sit on the lid and laugh
This is so old that I do not know where or who wrote it. My Husband’s father used to recite it when his kids were down. So if you are down or just feeling sad, try it, and let me know how it works for you.
Biography
Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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2 thoughts on “Sit on the lid and Laugh!”
Thank you for sharing that was really wonderful. Isn’t it strange how we hear things that soothe us or that we just love but we don’t know where they came from. Beautiful Brenda. Love and hugs Joni
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That has been in our family forever. I wish I could actually do it, maybe my hot temper would cool. Another one is “Too soon old and too late smart!” Thanks for commenting, and sending love and hugs back attcha1
Thank you for sharing that was really wonderful. Isn’t it strange how we hear things that soothe us or that we just love but we don’t know where they came from. Beautiful Brenda. Love and hugs Joni
That has been in our family forever. I wish I could actually do it, maybe my hot temper would cool. Another one is “Too soon old and too late smart!” Thanks for commenting, and sending love and hugs back attcha1