Autumn Picnic in Brooklyn

As I was checking on my last post I couldn't believe that the summer flew by so quickly and I didn't get to do very much this Summer season but hooray here comes the Fall/Autumn and there is HOPE. I love the fall colors, the sent in the air and FOOTBALL SEASON and last but not lease the up and coming HOLIDAYS. This Sunday my church Victory Outreach North Brooklyn is having a Harvest Picnic right after service in the beautiful little park in Greenpoint McGloric Park on Monitor and Driggs ave. I know we are going to have the best time ever because that's just how we roll, Fun,Fellowship and Food. We just all love each other so much and are Christ minded. www.vonorthbrooklyn.org McGloric Park is a beautiful little Green Jewel in Greenpoint and I go there often when I am going to spend time with my Grandsons. The area is nicknamed Little Poland and all the Deli's small so great with Polish delicacies. Then you also have the Italian flavor and great Pizzerias, I love to go to Nina's Pizza. McGloric Park also has a wonderful Farmers market on Sunday so needless to say we are picking up some of our picnic goodies from there. http://www.nycgovparks.org/parks/mcgrmcgolrickpark/ Hooray for Autumn in BROOKLYN.

AND SUMMER BEGINS FOR BROOKLYN GIRL AND THE HUBS

We head out to our first beach trip of the summer season of 2012 and we decide to go to our fav CONEY ISLAND. The Hubs and I venture out to what we call the quiet side and we were so glad to see that it was nice,calm inviting and quiet.

Next Week we go to the rides and see the fireworks; how can you not love BROOKLYN. HAVE A GREAT AND SAFE SUMMER

It's my Birthday

so here is an excerpt from my book

Teapot Blessings

Born on Feb. 8, 1954

Yeah, I'm Cooky La Baby Boomer



MY NAME IS SOCORRO





I was not a welcomed expectation but Jesus had predestined a plan for my life. My Mom who herself was a mere child when she became pregnant, was beaten, punished, shunned and given potions to drink to try to induce a miscarriage. God had different plans and He held me. My Mom went into labor too early and I was born premature. Now this was over 50 years ago so chances of surviving were extremely slim. My Mom was told, "Take her home and enjoy her short time of life". So she did take me home and she did all she could do to help me survive. She sends up a prayer to heaven and asked for my life and vowed to name me after the Patron Saint of Children, Our Lady of Perpetual Help, so my actual name is Socorro. That is the Spanish translation for heavenly help. That is what God has given me my entire life (Lord I praise you) when all seemed hopeless at different times of my life, God was ever present. Always being my perpetual help with His never ending love. Even when I did not deserve it, He still loved me and preserved me. From my mother's womb unwelcome, to this present day redeemed, how could I not meditate on His Goodness and say Thank You Lord. Tu eres mi Socorro.

You are my heavenly help.



I try to walk like my heavenly Father and always give a helping hand to others; I've been told that I live up to my name. Our names are written in the book of life, I pray you are living up to yours.



Let us all Glorify His Name, the name above all names

Jesus