Posts Tagged ‘Family’

Such wonderful memories of grandmother in her starched “house dresses.”  They normally were a pale-colored plaid, cotton blend, with a hem below the knee.  Grandmother, a small woman, in wire-framed glasses, whom was kind but spoke her mind, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and put her hair into a “bun” before she greeted the kitchen – or us – each morning.  God bless her. 

How about the memories of dressing up just to go shopping? Going to Sears was a big deal! We didn’t have much money, but we did look respectful.  There was no excuse for being dirty or messy.  Manners were also highly rated!

My grandmother and mother spent hours at the sewing machine each and every spring and fall, sewing dresses, pant-suits (in the late 60’s, early 70’s), and even coats.  I can still smell the fresh fabric as the steam from the iron pressed open the new seams.

I sometimes miss those special times.  I’ll throw on a decent t-shirt and jeans, and sometimes a pair of flip-flops and make a quick trip to the grocery store.  Yet, I sometimes miss the big a-do of shopping.  Perhaps in prior times it was all about not shopping often, it really was a treat.  Wasn’t it?

Can we call them vintage memories? Perhaps.  I want to hear about yours!

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I have this little garden spot that I love. 

Each spring I plant easy flowers in the spot.  I use some of the plants, such as the Calendula, in infusions for salves and other products. 

I plant herbs further down the small garden, and tomatoes.

Today I stood in the rain to take this photo.


I am so grateful for the rain.  We needed it.

As the thunderstorm and rain moved through, and as I saw the growing world replenished with the much-needed outburst, I thought about how blessed I am by my friends, family and customers.  You replenish my soul! You (and the good Lord above) replenish me on a daily basis.

May you have life-sustaining water, and a lot of it!  There is no match to true happiness and satisfaction.

Have a beautiful day!

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I listened in on a conversation between friends a few days ago.

One friend said, “I think the Internet is great for research, for learning about things, but I do not think it is right for people to be able to connect with each other as readily as they do across thousands of miles.  I do not think that is the way things were supposed to be.” 

Normally I chime right in, say how I feel.  But I remained quiet.  As shocking as this might sound, I was lost for words.

For whatever reason, tonight I stared at a map of the United States.  And then I remembered the conversation.

I looked at the map and thought about our connections.  We really are scattered about.  Far and wide.  But are we?

I thought about how we learn from each other.  How we share in bits and pieces of our daily lives.  How we can operate a business from home, doing what we love, holding onto our dreams. 

I think about my friends that do ministry work online.

I cannot fathom any of that being a bad thing.

I feel rather blessed.

How about you?

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The Beginnings Of Autumn Color

The Beginnings Of Autumn Color

As I cleaned my windows (spray, rub, wipe) until they were crystal clear, a job I truly dislike, I reflected on the beginnings of the beautiful autumn colors on the trees that surround the house. 

Winter annoys me with its long dark days.  Cabin fever sets in.  Thoughts of hibernation creeps into my veins.

But I am grateful…very grateful…

Genesis 1:14  And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:

Fall brings with it special memories for me.  As I washed the windows today I remembered my mother.  I think mom did a lot of spring cleaning in the fall too.  She was a lot better at it than me. 

Another fond autumn memory was meeting my husband (8 years ago).  I immediately realized I had met a very special friend.  I prayed that evening, “I want to be a devoted friend to this man.”  Little did I know that I would love him deeply.  What a blessing in my life.

The stained glass window, that I so carefully wash around (hung on a chain) was given to me on our first Valentine’s Day.  It came from a dismantled English cottage, dated in the 1800’s,  bought in a treasured shop in Missouri.  By the way, I could live in that shop! Anything from old locks, keys, staircases, light fixtures, doors, windows…fascinating! All preserved in their original state. 

Cottage Window

Cottage Window

 Have a beautiful Sunday! I hope you are enjoying this day too!

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September Sunrise

From enjoying the sunrise…to treasured time with friends…working on the tractor project.
I hope you are also having a relaxing Labor Day Weekend!
Massey Harris 50 Taking A Bath

Massey Harris 50 Taking A Bath

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From My Rose Garden

From My Rose Garden

Stopping and smelling the roses isn’t all about the lovely rose scent coming from the plants in the garden. 

As I grew older I began to realize that beauty was not just what a person could see.  And the most important things in life were not material things.  What is most important is people. 

The phrase stop and smell the roses is referring to the act of slowing down, relaxing, and enjoying what is really of value in our lives.

Have you ever been so busy, so worried about “things,” or just so engrossed in a particular matter, that you forgot to pay attention to yourself or a loved one?  The misguided focus one day soon grows into a week, a week grows into a month, and quickly an entire season passes.  It is not a good feeling when the reality of the missed time and focus becomes clear.

Out of love, I am reminding you to stop and smell the roses, and out of love, I am going to schedule deliberate time to do the most important things in life!

Thank you to my friends, my family, all of the wonderful people in my life!

Have a beautiful weekend!

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You are going to be HOW old? Gasp!

Life is one fast ride! 
Sunday is my 51st birthday.  Isn’t it amazing how 50 years old seemed so ancient when you were 20? Now, I find it entertaining that 70 can seem young when I am 50!
What was your most significant birthday?
25 was a difficult one for me.  I can laugh at it now.  I had 2 small sons.  I was happy as a mother.  My existence wrapped around those two boys! But somehow the mile markers in my life had whipped past me.  12 was a big birthday, 13, then 16, 18, 21…and 25, what was so special after that? Believe me, I was not depressed, not one moment…but I felt really-really old! Tee hee!
Life is special!
I love the wisdom, the learning, the blossoming of who you are.  And with an older age years under the belt comes the warmth in really knowing the true friends and family, those that are cemented into your life.  Would I want to turn the clock back? No!
Could I possibly, though, turn some of the body parts clock back? Just a tad bit? Please? Then I remind myself that God designed this body, He thought it was pretty special, and he knew it would someday begin to age.
Have a great weekend! Enjoy!

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(Grandma’s) Copper Penny Carrots

2 lb pkg fresh carrots

1 onion

1 green pepper

1 can tomato soup

3/4 c vinegar

3/4 c vegetable oil

1 c sugar

1 tsp prepared mustard and Worcestershire sauce

salt and pepper

Peel and clean carrots.  Cook until tender, drain and slice.  Place in a bowl.  Mix the rest of the ingredients in pan and cook until heated, then pour over carrots.  Let set overnight.  Salt and pepper to taste.


Grandma has been on my mind this week.  I miss her! Oddly, I do not remember these flowers ever popping up before, 3 of them did this week.  Grandma had flowers such as these in her yard.  She called them Pink Ladies.  She told me that they only bloom once a year and they bloom for only one day.  I guess I am about to find that out. 

By the way, I did a search on Pink Ladies and found Pink Ladies Slippers, which could be another variety of these flowers.  They apparently also grow on long single stems.  Whatever the true name of the flowers are, they are beautiful.

The copper penny carrot recipe was grandma’s.  Each time I visited her home she would tell me, “These are Father Pat’s favorites.  He always asks me for them when he visits.”  I would imagine he did. 

The last time I visited grandma in the nursing home, she talked to me about Mary, the grand-daughter named after herself (and her mother).  She also talked about her visit from Father Pat.  As I left she hugged me and said, “You are such a sweet lady, you will come back and see me?” That was good enough for me.  She remembered Mary, she just could no longer link her to me.

A few days later I received the call.  Grandmother was in the hospital, and it was not good.  I walked into the hospital lobby and was greeted by a man that I did not know, a pastor, a man also declared legally blind.  He really could not see me, he later told me.  He walked up to me, held my hand and said, “I am father Pat.”  I thought my heart would stop right then and there.  I thought I was too late.  “I am going to lead you to her room.  You need to pray for her, she is at peace.”  He walked me up and down the corridors.  We took the various elevators.  He knew his way around.  He talked lovingly of my grandmother.  I then knew why grandmother spoke so highly of Father Pat.  He also told me that several days before her hospitalization he had visited her and she asked him to pray with her.  She was able to recite everything that she knew, and spiritually she was ready to leave this earth apparently.  And at those words my heart was broken, but I was at peace because my grandmother did the right thing.  It gave me strength that was immeasurable.

I stayed with my grandmother until the end that day.  I held her hand and talked to her about letting go, and even though she did not answer me, we talked about where she was going.  It was beautiful.

So…there is my story about copper penny carrots (almost the color of Father Pat’s hair), big grin!!!

By the way, the recipe calls for Mazola oil.  And 3/4 C is a lot of oil…in my opinion!

Have a beautiful Tuesday!




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We get reminded now and then, no matter how busy life gets, nothing is as important as maintaining relationships.  Regular contacts with friends and family brings the “Ahhhh” back into the world.

Yesterday the guys worked on the tractor project.  I worked on my friend’s computer for a bit. 

After visiting for a few hours, I made a trip to the deli to pick up chicken and sides for lunch.  When I pulled back into the driveway I was greeted with, “I hope you bought enough.”  Extended family had shown up.  I had Luise with me, a wonderful friend.  She has Alzheimer’s disease, so I am very careful with her.  I love the feeling when our time together is successful, when all goes smoothly.  I have learned a lot from her.  Even now, as she can not put things into words as well as she used to, her wisdom still trinkles out, and I soak it in.  Anyhow, I said to Luise, “Do not unbuckle your seat belt, we are going back to the grocery store!” She did well, she really did.  I could see the tiredness in her eyes the second trip around, and her tiny hand began to feel cold.  We hold hands while we are out, unless she is pushing a cart.  She trusts me, and I feel confident in knowing that she will remain with me as long as the trust is there.  Sometimes I feel that I do not do enough for others, that I, myself, are way too busy to do what is needed, and when I can help, even with a smile, it is more fulfilling than anything else possibly can be.

I talked with another friend this morning, one whom felt rather neglected.  It makes a person quickly realize that friendship cannot be tossed about.  We all have feelings, and we all need a boost now and then. 

My sister just entered a new phase in her life.  I cannot tell you exactly what the change is all about, but I can tell you this, you ought to hear our recent phone calls, our text messages, and our emails.  Giggles abound.  But I listen, and I try to help.  She is growing in this new experience and I am proud of her.  I could not imagine not being here for her.  There is nothing like a sister!

Just a rambling about friends and family.  And really just a reminder to myself this morning as I sip on my coffee and reflect on the world.

Off topic just a bit…I am still cleaning up the categories here, and hope to get a blog roll added back in.  I was very excited to see each and every comment from the old blog appear.  I found it interesting how the posts came in one day and the comments imported slowly the next, as I wiped the sweat from my brow but no complaints here.  It was successful!

Have a beautiul Sunday!

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I have been thinking about my childhood a lot lately, summer seems to bring back a lot of memories. Looking for photos to share. There are not very many to be dug up, but I’ll get the job done little by little.

So, today, to steer away from any prior topics altogether, and to add some humor, I thought I would share this hilarious photo of me and my sister and brothers (L to R, Robert, myself, Georgia, and John).

This photo was taken after my sister’s high school graduation. So, it dates right at 21 years old.

Dig my big glasses! I thought those were the coolest! A boss at work, a really funny one, used to say she loved my Vogue glasses, but she pronounced it as Vog (bog) – ue (you). Hysterical! The round face, the perm, and there were more than likely combs in my wild hair. That was quite the style in 1988! We have all put on a few pounds (except me, I have lost a number, thankfully). And we now have either more grey hair, and some (not me) prefer to add blond to cover the grey. Tee hee. My sister will whack me for saying that!

Hope you all are enjoying your Saturday! I am…I am feeling very much better, still have a climb to go, but the sprint in the step is coming back.

Now…how about some of your lovely past photos? Dare to share?

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