Melba Constance Dungey

Melba Constance (nee Smith) Dungey

2011-01-11T14:53:00.000-08:00

My mother has passed on today, say a prayer for her. Thank you.

The Kindness Of Others by Melba Dungey

2008-11-09T15:48:00.000-08:00

The Kindness Of Others

  by Melba Dungey


I feel like a warm fuzzy     My downward slide
surrounded  by love,      was interrupted,
looked down by God     and in my brain
smiling at the goodness     and in my heart
that  people have...      soft happiness
They touch me so, and     bursts forth...
I never expected it..       And you were part of it....
They felt my hurt,
and became warm
and very caring,
and each made
my world sweeter,
more gentle,
full of friendship,
full of good!
And I smiled
as I thanked God
 for all those that
made my days
 filled with goodness,
filled with joy,
filled with loving friendship..

2008-10-11T11:52:00.000-07:00

What Adventure Did God Send Me Today?
  by Melba Dungey

 It's another day, ho, hum...
What's happened to me,
that I'm bored when the day starts?
When I feel like there is nothing new,
it's just another silly time to maybe go and rhyme,
 or just growl about dressing;
 it's so hard these days, 
and even baths,
though feeling great,
are just to much trouble to have to spend time and do......

But God I've never felt this way before!
 I always was a little child looking for adventure of the day it was,
 no matter how sad I was I knew it would be better.
Years ago when troubles flocked,
I learned that starting a new day,
sure felt different than it did last night.

And yet, here I am loosing the adventure of the new day,
 when I sure need a different attitude...

The adventure, You God, chose for me and I squashed it,
 sure I  knew best and I didn't know at all... 

Forgive me God,
and may I be excited about the adventure tomorrow,
 be it small like one e-mail,
or large, like a dear one stopping to see me..

I will be happy, for tomorrow's  adventure will be wonderful!
And so will all my tomorrows.....

Daffodil Time

2008-04-19T09:38:00.000-07:00

  Daffodil Time


And the daffodils are crying to be seen,
for they have determined
that it's their turn to shine,
mirroring the sunlight they breathe,
and all the joy they spread
is there for us to see.

While we hide our heads,
in darkened halls,
and forget that spring has burst open,
and daffodils are waiting
for weary, winter eyes, to see...

                                 Melba Dungey
                                 April 17, 2008

The Loneliness of the Soul by Melba Dungey, stuck in a nursing home...

2008-03-30T08:37:00.001-07:00

The Loneliness of the Soul

Life may be a dance

When things all turn right,

but it may be a bumpy ride

in an old wheel chair

as some bed borders

scream telling it isn't enough!

It chills our lives

trying to mesh everything,

while hiding the

aloneness of our soul,

as inwardly we weep

for our loneliness

that seems to grow

with the facts of life

We wish did not exist...

Oh! What small things

Turn big in us instead of us

I loose myself in loneliness

I cry in my heart

for I have to squeltch

my loneliness

to come eventually to joy!

Melba Dungey

Storytelling is an education enjoyed...

2008-02-11T06:02:00.000-08:00

I can cook... from Nanette Lee Dolan nee Dungey

2008-02-10T10:51:00.000-08:00

I can cook, thanks to Mom!

What I really got from Mother, other than indoor bare feet and the like, was the ability and love of cooking. Obviously, I did not inherit it, but she instilled it in me from before I can remember. The summer before I started 6th grade (or maybe 7th, but I think it was 6th), she had me make dinner every Thursday. In fact, one Thursday, I was at the creek swimming and talking with a neighborhood friend and her mother, when I suddenly jumped up and said that I had to go cook supper. The mother wanted to know more, and I explained that Mom was teaching me to cook and making me fix dinner every Thursday. That neighbor woman was very impressed, but I don’t know if my friend ended up having to learn to cook as well.

Mother’s emphasis on my learning to cook led to one of my outstanding moments in the first few months of John’s and my marriage. I was going to school during the day, and he worked the second shift, so we didn’t see much of each other before the weekends. One Friday, I decided to bake some bread because I like homemade bread and I wanted to surprise John. When he came home, he sniffed the air and said, “What’s that? It smells like bread.” I responded that it was bread baking. I’m not sure that he heard me because he went into the kitchen, looked in the oven, and came back to say, “There’s bread in the oven. You can cook!” I said, “Of course, I can cook. I cooked for you before we got married.” John’s response was, “I thought that you were just cooking things you knew how to cook well to impress me. You can bake bread! You can cook!”

All my cooking skill starts with Mother. Thank you, Mom, from all of us in North Carolina for the fact that I can cook. I love you.
Happy 80th Birthday to Mom!

Nanette

Gi Gi and her admirers.... Happy Birthday

2008-02-09T05:03:00.000-08:00

This link will take you to pictures on our website. October 2005 contains several pics of Grandma and her great grandchildren that you may want to put on her blog. I have a couple from this past Christmas I will try to send you as well.

Wish I had more.

Paula Liebel

Posting one thing, but... Earl posted by mistake...

2008-02-08T19:15:00.000-08:00

Seems I went looking for the Top Ten Reasons to Retire from Service, but haven't found them yet and I have run out of time. I did find lots of poor poetry and some of envelope art - two from my son in Spain at the time, and two from me in the Great Northwest. Seems one thing my mother did very well was keep her family in contact, how ever - mail, email, telephone, and now live feed. Happy Birthday, Mom, sorry I wasn't better at the poetry.

To my good old friend Melba Dungey, I send one of my "love poems". Peggy Martin

2008-02-07T18:24:00.000-08:00

Do You Know?

Do you know what I see

when I look into your eyes?

Not the splendor of deep sapphire,

that I see in summer skies.

The roses are now faded;

each day more petals fall.

Yes, time and space

have dimmed the music

of our youth. Old eyes,

once clear and blue,

no longer see,

just feel the magic

and the glory

of the love

that we have shared.

No, what I see

when I look into your eyes

are sixty patient, perfect years

of earthly paradise.

Have a wonderful birthday, Melba. Live each day as if it were your last; that is what I have learned to do.

Love and hugs,

Peggy Martin

Ah, what Grandmothers started... from Joy Liebel

2008-02-05T06:03:00.000-08:00

Time fled from Merl Dungey

2008-02-05T05:54:00.000-08:00

Where does all the time go? Birthday time and a special one at that. But what a time to reflect on all the joyous times shared. My memories of you in your house in Albert Lea, when most of my cousins were very young. To the wonderful time I had visiting you between Flight schools. When you and Uncle Don visted me while I was a bachelor in Atlanta. More recent your visit with Marsha and I in Jackson.

How much you mean to me... from Janet Dungey

2008-02-05T05:49:00.000-08:00

Mom, I just want to let you know how much your friendship means to me. For years you have been my sounding board. I can talk to you about things I can't talk to my Mom about. We laugh and share many stories together.
You are someone I can tell Noah's achievements to that will understand how proud I am of him. I can tell you things that are troubling me and you aren't critical of me and those things I share with you. You have given me words of encouragement. My Mom isn't able to give those words because those words of encouragement were never spoken to her. I admire your resilience. I always tell everyone that you are real "Energizer Bunny" I never met anyone who in spite of their illness keeps going on. I only hope that I have your same resilience when I reach 80.
When I first met Wynn, I was really fascinated by his Mom. I guess I've always had this attraction to colorful people. I have always loved poetry but never have been able to put into words all the beautiful things that I have seen. I admire that you are able to do that. It is my prayer that you will have a Very Blessed 80th Birthday and you will realize how you have touched so many lives with your kindness. Love, Jan Dungey

Birthday of the Christmas Lady from Norm Julian

2008-02-03T13:41:00.000-08:00

"Melba keep Christmas better than anyone I know. What is more, she makes every day like Christmas. She knows the art of living and loving are one and the same and she lives her life accordingly. That is why they call her the Christmas Lady. So a birthday is just another special day for Melba."

-- Friend and admirer, Norman Julian

Happy Birthday! Melba and Abe Lincoln

2008-01-27T09:03:00.000-08:00

This blog is started for Melba Constance Dungey, nee Smith. Born on February 12, 1928. Send postings: of pictures, poetry, praise and passions about and for Melba to wmearl2@hotmail.com and I will post it as I build and organize this site. Once a blog is posted others can add comments.