I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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For twenty years I have displayed pre-loved flatware on a large doily on my wall. These 19th century utensils were used by my Great Grandmother Moore. They were passed on to me from my grandmother. The large doily was crocheted … Continue reading
The Sam/Oneta Hayes family tree grew another branch this year. (He is a little twig right now but growing rapidly.) Five generations with the head being a man is rather unusual I think. Most five generation pictures I see are … Continue reading
The cabinet above belonged to my Great-grandmother Moore; it is now in the possession of my sister. Our grandchildren are now able to read some of the highlights of day. The notations are written on the inside of the two … Continue reading
I made a reservation to have my fingernails done. Noon tomorrow? Okay, fine. About 15 minutes later I got a call asking if I could come in at 4:00 today. Okay, fine. I arrived on time. The place was full … Continue reading
Aunt Delma’s birthday was last week. As usual I am remembering late. I am cut/paste the blog from five years ago. In this cancel culture time, I dare say there are a lot of bigots who have pegged Aunt Delma … Continue reading
The top image is the news release about a class I was teaching at the Senior Center a few years ago. The second, below, was the first page of my teaching plans. It was an eight week course. It was … Continue reading
Great-great-grandmother – As the ebb and flow of life Brings me Oliver! _______________ Picture is my real great-great grandson. Adorable, huh? _______________ Written for Ronavan A weekly haiku challenge by Ronavan Writes
Those who know me at all, know I was rocked in the cradle in Sunday School and Church. From as early as I can remember we sang Jesus Loves the Little Children. We had missionaries visit us regularly – with … Continue reading
Making use of the birthday jump rope. This is the first of your birthdays that you are taller than I. I remember when your legs got too long to put them in my face on my pillow. And I remember … Continue reading