TU Writers' Bloc http://feed.informer.com/digests/PHLDZHPZOH/feeder TU Writers' Bloc Respective post owners and feed distributors Sat, 19 Jan 2019 10:55:21 -0500 Feed Informer http://feed.informer.com/ How Do I Miss Thee? (Gen Con Sonnet 43) https://thomasrknight.com/how-do-i-miss-thee-gen-con-sonnet-43 Freelance Knight urn:uuid:4e5c63af-7495-679a-cef5-829e0ef90745 Fri, 17 Sep 2021 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="1200" height="628" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Gen-Con-2021.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="2021 - Gen Con 2021" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Gen-Con-2021.jpg 1200w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Gen-Con-2021-300x157.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Gen-Con-2021-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Gen-Con-2021-768x402.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Gen-Con-2021-350x183.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" /></p>Gen Con 2021 is happening. Only a sonnet can truly encapsulate the heartbreak that I am not in Indianapolis today&#8230; How do I miss thee Gen Con? Let me count the ways.I miss thee to the gameplay and cosplay and To Write a Wrong Review https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/09/15/to-write-a-wrong-review/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:1719cbc7-08d6-e8f3-dac0-d45213302e00 Wed, 15 Sep 2021 18:35:12 -0400 A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer&#8217;s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting. After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/09/15/to-write-a-wrong-review/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">To Write a Wrong&#160;Review</span></a> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img data-attachment-id="1512" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/51ejujezoal-_sy346_-1/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg" data-orig-size="224,346" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="51ejujezoal._sy346_-1" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=194" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=224" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=224" alt="" class="wp-image-1512" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg 224w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=97 97w" sizes="(max-width: 224px) 100vw, 224px" /></figure></div> <p>A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer&#8217;s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting. </p> <p>After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to the hotel, I feigned interest in the art on the walls and strolled casually in a circle. </p> <p>And so I might have done for hours. Except Jen saw me. She introduced herself and invited me for coffee. She chatted about writing, asked me about my story, and banished the lost lamb feelings. </p> <p>So while I do love her books, I also count Jen as a friend.</p> <p>Here is my review of her latest book: </p> <p>Ever since I was introduced to Daphne in <em>To Steal a Heart</em>, I have been excited to read her story. I was not disappointed.</p> <p>As someone who has also experienced writer’s block, I could identify with Daphne from the very first page. Soon, a kleptomaniac parrot and a pirate dog joined the cast and hurled me into a story that was by turns hilarious, madcap, poignant, and mysterious.</p> <p>I was excited to see the return of many characters from the first novel. From a love-struck poodle (in the midst of an epic romance with the pirate dog) to the enigmatic heroine&#8217;s friend who is never seen without her widow&#8217;s weeds and veils, the supporting characters were each unique and entertaining.</p> <p>Although funny, the novel touches on some serious topics and features a heroine trying to find her courage. Themes of unanswered prayers are examined. I also really appreciated that Daphne was a strong female character who used her intelligence and creativity to solve the mystery.</p> <p>I highly recommend this book, and I can’t wait to read Eunice’s story. Seriously, why is she hiding behind those veils?</p> <p>I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.</p> <p>I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did.</p> Not on My Bucket List http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49990 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:afbfa1c7-9127-820b-b31f-1a04e0b2a939 Wed, 15 Sep 2021 08:31:47 -0400 Have you made a bucket list? I haven’t. Lists demand thought. Strike-throughs. Check marks. (Yawn) Sloth — er, contentment — is so much more relaxing. So is staying in a rut, retort alpha personalities. Okay, okay. To inspire my grandchildren, I should aspire to higher objectives than counting dust bunnies. After all, a fascinating world [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-bucket-list-3675656_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-bucket-list-3675656_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49992" width="733" height="301"/></a></figure></div> <p>Have you made a bucket list?</p> <p>I haven’t. Lists demand thought. Strike-throughs. Check marks.</p> <p><em>(Yawn)</em> Sloth — er, contentment — is so much more relaxing.</p> <p>So is staying in a rut, retort alpha personalities.</p> <p>Okay, okay. To inspire my grandchildren, I should aspire to higher objectives than counting dust bunnies.</p> <p>After all, a fascinating world awaits me. Places to go. Things to do. Possibilities swirl through my brain like flocks of starlings. How can I choose a few among thousands of flapping, chirping alternatives?</p> <p>Finally, I settle on a first step . . . <strong>what <em>not </em>to include on my bucket list:</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-illus-rattlesnake-159135_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-illus-rattlesnake-159135_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49995" width="241" height="316" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-illus-rattlesnake-159135_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-illus-rattlesnake-159135_1280-228x300.png 228w" sizes="(max-width: 241px) 100vw, 241px" /></a></figure></div> <ul><li>I will never run for President. I’d spend 90 percent of my term trying to elude the Secret Service. Who wants their President to live in a dumpster? Bad deal for everyone.</li></ul> <ul><li>I won&#8217;t brush with eggplant-flavored toothpaste.</li></ul> <ul><li>I don&#8217;t plan to train as a snake milker.</li></ul> <ul><li>I’ll never embrace a low-carb diet. Life without spaghetti? Home-baked bread? Surely, you jest.</li></ul> <ul><li>Nor am I obsessed with memorizing all 49 Vice Presidents.</li></ul> <ul><li>I will never — and no one else had better — line up Metallica to sing “Happy Birthday” to me.</li></ul> <ul><li>Many wish to run with the bulls in Spain. Should this mad urge to sprint with bovines overwhelm me, I can always run with cows in Indiana.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-cropped-ukulele-model-5564821_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-cropped-ukulele-model-5564821_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49994" width="126" height="151"/></a></figure></div> <ul><li>I will never don skinny jeans. You’re welcome.</li></ul> <ul><li>I’ve considered visiting England as a for-real bucket-list item. However, I won’t enter the World Worm Charming Championships in Willaston. There, hundreds of participants not only jab with pitchforks, but play ukuleles and clarinets to bring squirmy little friends to the surface. And, no, I am not making this up.</li></ul> <ul><li>You will not see me drive in a NASCAR race. Walmart parking lots provide sufficient excitement.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-car-racing-4394450_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-p-car-racing-4394450_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49993" width="676" height="451"/></a></figure></div> <ul><li>I will never run a marathon in stilettos.</li></ul> <ul><li>I refuse to cultivate Venus flytraps. Plants with teeth give me the willies.</li></ul> <ul><li>Nor will I kiss frogs. I like kissing my husband too much. Besides, he’s already a prince.</li></ul> <p><strong>I will never aspire to:</strong></p> <ul><li>Rollerblade down Mount Rainier.</li></ul> <ul><li>Chase tornadoes. I also prefer they don’t chase me.</li></ul> <ul><li>Join Chocolate Haters of America.</li></ul> <ul><li>Finally, though I like <em>eating</em> grits, I’ll never enter the Rolling in the Grits Contest in St.&nbsp;George, South Carolina. There, a contestant weighs, then hops into a kiddie pool filled with 27 cases of grits. The goal: to fill pockets and baggy clothes with the sticky Southern favorite. One champion emerged from the kiddie pool 66 pounds heavier! That alone convinces me it doesn&#8217;t belong on my bucket list. </li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-SteveRachael-Gazebo-Kiss.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="301" height="269" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210915-SteveRachael-Gazebo-Kiss.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49996"/></a></figure></div> <p>This exercise only cuts my bucket list choices from a gazillion to a billion. But, hey, it’s a beginning.</p> <p>And <em>(yawn)</em> so relaxing . . .</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you compiled a non-bucket list?</p> Festivals https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/festivals.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ded9d02c-260c-906f-f2b7-b44989462aec Tue, 14 Sep 2021 20:32:22 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Beauty is all around, changing with the seasons. Here again, a delightful bouquet from Tennessee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weekend was all about the Upland festival--yard sales, food vendors, Saturday rib fest, Sunday chicken noodle dinner, ice cream socials, fire works, a 5k race, and culminating with the Labor Day&nbsp;parade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I debated long, should I participate in the 5k this year or is it time to give it up. Michael's example of bicycling 80 - 100 miles per week, encouraged me to keep on keeping on as long as physically possible. So, Monday morning I set out early for the annual race. The sunrise was beautiful and the weather perfect.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alternating between a run and a walk, I managed to finish in 46'09" and earned a third place medal. However, it was not quite fair in that everyone else was competing with their five-year age range, and I was up against those thirteen years younger in the 65 and above category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nevertheless, to of push one's self, put one foot in front of the other and hang in there to the end, is a worthwhile experience to empathize with those who go through difficult life circumstances every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thinking especially of our daughter, who couldn't be there to watch the parade with us like every other year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1348" data-original-width="2048" height="264" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h264/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite parade entry was that of our church, led by a couple of our pastors. I especially liked the theme: "God is wild about you." One of the hardest concepts to grasp and appropriate is how much God loves us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1644/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1644" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h468/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Michael and I walked the trail and were greeted by this beautiful lighted path. I was reminded of a phrase I often hear on the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/">Daily Audio Bible</a> podcast when Brian Hardin welcomes a brand new <i>sparkly, shiny</i>&nbsp;day or week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays, whenever my friend Petey is in town, we meet for coffee and delightful conversation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h150/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>That was the day Michael fell off a small ladder, flat on his back and hit his head, but thankfully had no broken bones nor a concussion. He continues to work almost daily at Stephan's, almost done with the electrical and now mostly on the heating system. The job also requires multiple trips to Menards where he's become a favored customer!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Matthew's Covered Bridge festival September 10-12, was a good time to promote the robotics club, a few parents, students and mentors took turns there selling some items, showing off one of the robots, and talking to passersby about the program.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile on the mural side of the building there was a tent set up to meet the artists and accept donations to cover the remaining expenses incurred.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abby Braswell, the artist and designer</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/s920/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/w250-h320/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sign explaining the mural</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/s1936/Mural.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="1936" height="78" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h78/Mural.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1912/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="1912" height="82" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h82/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few pieces of Abby's ceramic art were also displayed there in the tent. These were unique pieces she made for a couple of college courses incorporating Greek mythology and pottery styles of the day. Can you guess which zodiac sign each represents?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="2048" height="139" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h139/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, 911, yet another festival! I took Diane to Swayzee Days for her 68th birthday. My new friend, <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/?fbclid=IwAR0kgFTrYKc5qLeEeXw2o9Sb2mBIaJpspRiDfAQtuotssF7Dn85HKFzSt-0">Kate Carpenter</a>--folksinger, songwriter, storyteller--had three gigs scheduled throughout the day. We got to participate in her lively interactive 2:00 o'clock session with these kids pictured here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening Michael took me to the Covered Bridge Festival. We met a lot a friends and acquaintances amidst the crowds, and had fun visiting with vendors, viewed very much merchandise we could live without.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only one photo: a sample of pour art, which a good friend had tried to teach me.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1926/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="1926" height="81" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael got his 100 miles in for the week! The group had an early morning start on the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.visitwabashcounty.com/dam-to-dam/">Dam to&nbsp;Dam</a>&nbsp;event.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s800/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you enjoy any small-town festivals this summer?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8rKv-FkF0B0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Even Principals Can Change http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49987 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:110b6bec-1435-506e-4017-5ebfcd121553 Mon, 13 Sep 2021 08:28:20 -0400 O Lord, You know that when we were in high school, our principal might not have approved of this cuddly pose. But OMG, thank You that after 50 years, he seems to have mellowed.   <p><strong>O Lord, You know that when we were in high school, our principal might not have approved of this cuddly pose. But OMG, thank You that after 50 years, he seems to have mellowed. </strong> </p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210913-SteveRachaelJErne.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210913-SteveRachaelJErne.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49988" width="505" height="673" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210913-SteveRachaelJErne.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210913-SteveRachaelJErne-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 505px) 100vw, 505px" /></a></figure></div> On My Shelf: Labor Day Weekend Book Finds https://thomasrknight.com/on-my-shelf-labor-day-weekend-book-finds Freelance Knight urn:uuid:4b2e378b-7d62-b3cb-1851-76256ab89b12 Fri, 10 Sep 2021 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="1280" height="960" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Labor-Day-Book-Finds.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Labor-Day-Book-Finds" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Labor-Day-Book-Finds.jpg 1280w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Labor-Day-Book-Finds-300x225.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Labor-Day-Book-Finds-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Labor-Day-Book-Finds-768x576.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Labor-Day-Book-Finds-273x205.jpg 273w" sizes="(max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px" /></p>Labor Day weekend in Upland, Indiana means town-wide rummage, garage, and yard sales. So many people, cars, bicycles, golf carts, motorcycles, trucks with trailers, vans, and quadrunners all trying to maneuver around the small town streets and crowds of people. Visits and visitors https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/visits-and-visitors.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bc329c47-3473-b6c6-96ef-2202bbe0483c Wed, 08 Sep 2021 10:52:54 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's end-of-August bouquet includes her last gladioli standing proudly for all to enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As August was coming to an end, we noticed weather changes, relief from stifling heat. But, I don't know if I'm ready for summer to end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twice at church, and again during Monday Night Dinner, we enjoyed many stories of God at work in Honduras. Wes and Cindy Williamson lived and worked there for many years. Their four children grew up in Honduras, and are now finding their place as adults in the US.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Interestingly, when Wes was a 17-year-old freshman at Taylor University, he worked with the church youth group and was one of Stephan's leaders. That's where he met the girls' leader, Cindy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="2048" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was the eagerly awaited overnight visit from Kendra, passing through on her long trip to California to participate in Taylor University's Los Angeles Internship Program for outstanding film and media students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah, who works from 6 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., was able to join us for dinner.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both seen here with strawberry pie instead of our customary shortcake dessert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1677" data-original-width="2048" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h262/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, bright and early, we said goodbye to Kendra for her days-long trek across the US, Road Atlas in hand. Later that day, a good friend joined her for the rest of the road trip.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1557" height="257" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h257/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday afternoon we visited Moriah's new living situation, a lovely apartment in Indianapolis. And, of course, had a Splendorous evening. But left before her early bedtime.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1534/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1377" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/w359-h400/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She showed off the features of her new furniture, but actually does sleep in her bed at night!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to hear about the life of an engineer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The week was very full. These are only the highlights.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael goes to Stephan and Karen's almost daily, plodding along with all the intricacies of the electrical installation for the new house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a Spanish homonym question: How many wires are in the circuit breaker box, <i>cincuenta </i>or <i>sin cuenta</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s751/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="366" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w156-h320/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The circuit breaker box</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Karen had this lovely photo in her <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog </a>of one of the first results of Michael's diligent work--light!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01754.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/dsc01754.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kalani, an early Saturday morning visitor, was fascinated by these ducks different from the ones he feeds at the Gas City park. The family came to pick up the four-wheeler for the Labor Day weekend festivities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1657" data-original-width="2048" height="259" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shortly after, I left to volunteer at the Helping Hand store with these two ladies. I soon discovered that Ethel, on the right, was Malachi's babysitter, oh so many years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, after another very full day, we attended a marriage celebration reception for this lovely couple who wed earlier this summer. Christian and his siblings were on the robotics team for a while. Emilee has had a very adventurous life and has been to other countries, including four months or so in Cambodia. They are now working in Bozeman, Montana.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1409" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/w220-h320/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are very privileged and honored&nbsp;at our age&nbsp;to enjoy relationships with the younger generation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/08/vacation.html">Vacation</a>, the chapter published this week, led me to think about the theology of rest. We have not had an official getaway this summer, but we do find moments of renewal in the midst of busyness, and are especially grateful for the health we enjoy.&nbsp;</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_84ihEgSDHM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> First Year on the Bus http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49964 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:91555bb7-4894-82a0-b3c1-519d409ebf79 Wed, 08 Sep 2021 08:27:19 -0400 On September days, I quadruple travel time, waiting behind school buses. The route doesn’t matter. My car is a bus magnet. I’m never bored, though. A school bus at a stoplight entertains me more than Animal Planet. I recall the first year Bus Number 3’s doors flapped open, when I scaled a steep stairway in [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-school-bus-2645085_640.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-school-bus-2645085_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49971" width="204" height="136"/></a></figure></div> <p>On September days, I quadruple travel time, waiting behind school buses. The route doesn’t matter. My car is a bus magnet.</p> <p>I’m never bored, though. A school bus at a stoplight entertains me more than Animal Planet.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-cropped-Rachael-little-lady-smaller.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-cropped-Rachael-little-lady-smaller.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49967" width="218" height="468" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-cropped-Rachael-little-lady-smaller.jpg 183w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-cropped-Rachael-little-lady-smaller-140x300.jpg 140w" sizes="(max-width: 218px) 100vw, 218px" /></a></figure></div> <p>I recall the first year Bus Number 3’s doors flapped open, when I scaled a steep stairway in early steps toward an education. I stopped dead at the top, nearly sending older brother Ned flopping backward.</p> <p>The bus driver, Mr. Feeney, resembled a giant frog wearing a flannel shirt. Would he catch flies?</p> <p>Nope. Shucks.</p> <p>Instead, he nodded a silent greeting. When I dropped into a seat beside Ned, Mr. Feeney grunted, and my brother squawked. I was sitting on the boys’ side! I had violated The Aisle.</p> <p>Why didn’t they color the girls’ side pink? I shrank into the seat behind Mr. Feeney. To my joy, a classmate soon joined me. Mary Jo and I sat there the remainder of the year. Why? With autumn’s arrival, the heater baked our ankles like apples.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-illus-guitar-1201377_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-illus-guitar-1201377_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49969" width="171" height="120"/></a></figure></div> <p>Mr. Feeney often checked his big rearview mirror, from which he monitored the western hemisphere. He controlled our bus through the radio. When crowd noise reached 747-landing levels, he turned off “A Summer Place” or “Alley-Oop” or “Purple People Eater.”</p> <p>Perhaps we six-year-olds found his big, red-and-black-checkered back comforting. Wiggly minnows in an ocean of big kids, we rode with teenagers big as God and my daddy.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-retro-cropped-1950s-clip-art-4398143_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-retro-cropped-1950s-clip-art-4398143_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49970" width="209" height="272" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-retro-cropped-1950s-clip-art-4398143_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-p-retro-cropped-1950s-clip-art-4398143_1280-231x300.png 231w" sizes="(max-width: 209px) 100vw, 209px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Teen girls pushed cancanned skirts through narrow aisles. But these lost their goddess standing when I discovered their guy obsession. Didn’t they know about boy cooties? Still, I learned a whole new set of life skills, including “going steady,” by observing romance negotiations across The Aisle</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; JIMMY’S FRIEND: Brenda, do you like Jimmy?</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>(BRENDA hugs the window and stares at cows.)</em></p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; BRENDA’S FRIEND: She thinks he’s dreamy!</p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>(Snickers and catcalls from the boys’ side. JIMMY punches his FRIENDS.)</em></p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>(BRENDA’S FRIENDS giggle for 60 minutes straight.)</em></p> <p>Undignified, almost indecent. Why didn’t Mr. Feeney <em>do </em>something?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-Class-Rings.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-Class-Rings.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49966" width="206" height="269" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-Class-Rings.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210908-Class-Rings-230x300.jpg 230w" sizes="(max-width: 206px) 100vw, 206px" /></a></figure></div> <p>After a girl bagged her male prey, official rules required she bring angora yarn aboard and wrap her prize: the boy’s ring. Those big, sparkly high school rings beat Cracker Jack<sup>®</sup> prizes every time.</p> <p>Once, a lovesick couple <em>sat together</em>. The universe tilted. Mr. Feeney began to pull over, frightening the guilty parties into desperate dives back across The Aisle.</p> <p>Now, waiting behind buses, I wonder if these children will follow one 50 years hence. No. By then, mothers will beam their kids to first grade.</p> <p>At times, I wish I hadn’t spent hours riding school buses.</p> <p>But think of all the education I would have missed.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Did you ride a school bus as a kid?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Laboring to Avoid Garage Sales http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49957 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:5daa381d-f39f-d2d1-0349-8ab6e2f57c89 Mon, 06 Sep 2021 09:39:19 -0400 O Lord, You know our annual all-town garage sale is on. You also know our house is already stuffed to the rafters with too much stuff. OMG, please help me stay away from those sales! If I bring home new finds, I may find myself in the driveway with a “Free!” sign around my neck. <p><strong>O Lord, You know our annual all-town garage sale is on. You also know our house is already stuffed to the rafters with too much stuff. OMG, please help me stay away from those sales! If I bring home new finds, I may find myself in the driveway with a “Free!” sign around my neck.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210906-flea-market-1681489_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="201" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210906-flea-market-1681489_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="49958" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=49958" class="wp-image-49958"/></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210906-clothes-5371410_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="199" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210906-clothes-5371410_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="49959" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=49959" class="wp-image-49959"/></a></figure></li></ul></figure> <figure class="wp-block-image size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210906-arrow-964733_1280-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/210906-arrow-964733_1280-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49961" width="655" height="369"/></a></figure> Side Project: Reworked Home Office https://thomasrknight.com/side-project-reworked-home-office Freelance Knight urn:uuid:cfcdf79b-880e-b4b7-d5d8-db5948c38f28 Fri, 03 Sep 2021 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="1200" height="628" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Home-Office.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="2021 - Home Office" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Home-Office.jpg 1200w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Home-Office-300x157.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Home-Office-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Home-Office-768x402.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/2021-Home-Office-350x183.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" /></p>Remember a month ago I mentioned I had taken a new position with SIL International that would have me working from home? No? Well, you can go back and read about that if you like. That meant packing up my Week 35 Highlights https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/week-35-highlights.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bef7d1c3-2720-9a37-dd45-87f732712c92 Wed, 01 Sep 2021 17:49:04 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, August 22, another Tennessee bouquet to brighten this post. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was also a very special day for my brother Aldo and his wife Alice--their 50th wedding anniversary!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We couldn't be with them in Denver, CO, so I was very happy to see this photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s725/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="719" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Asha and Joanna, both juniors, had already moved into their dorm and were preparing to welcome new&nbsp; students during International Orientation. Sunday evening they came back for a special meal and brought another friend from India, Sumana. Moriah came to visit as well. Later that night we welcomed our fourth Indian guest, Amy.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1376" data-original-width="2048" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h269/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asha and Enoch Eicher, Moriah, Mike, Joanna V. and Sumana</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Joanna came back to spend the night and welcome her sister Amy into this new world of college, Taylor University and America!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1653" data-original-width="2048" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy and Joanna Vasudevan</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amy and Enoch could not move to campus until Tuesday, so they went with us to Monday Night Dinner.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/s1204/MND%2Bswim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="551" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/w292-h640/MND%2Bswim.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone is swimming. Oh, it's Enoch!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday noon, our last two Indian visitors were welcomed on campus by their older siblings, official&nbsp;<b>IO</b> (International Orientation) greeters. We haven't heard from them since.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s616/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w290-h400/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy, Enoch, Asha, Joanna</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday we were invited to meet up with OM friends from eons ago in Berne. As always, so much reminiscing and catching up, so many stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike, Rita, Vreni and David Greenlee</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apart from these highlights, our life routines continue--Michael works most days on the electrical installations at Stephan's new house and I on my priorities: WWW (writing, walking and the Word).&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been using an app called Seek to identify various plants on my walks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/s456/seek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/w393-h400/seek.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to get away Saturday evening and watch&nbsp; Elijah (#42) on Greenfield Central's soccer team, beat Yorktown 4-0. However, the sun was very intense!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had spent much of the day restoring our guest spaces, readying for another visitor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In Enoch's room I found he'd protected the clay sculpture, I smiled.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1475" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div><br /></div>But am sorry to hear of the virus still affecting people here and there. Our youngest grandson had a fever today and tested positive.<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/PRLD_MIGNlc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Watermelon-Eating Essentials http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49941 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:95f6e3af-9994-2dc8-6157-244a319c8758 Wed, 01 Sep 2021 09:11:12 -0400 There’s a right way to eat a watermelon. And then there’s the best way. The right way: demote store-bought melons to chunks on fancy toothpicks or fake-looking balls. Eat in air-conditioned comfort. The best way? First ingredient Order a summer day so hot that gooey blacktop shifts under your steps. Second ingredient Reserve a screened-in [&#8230;] <p>There’s a right way to eat a watermelon. And then there’s the best way.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="609" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920-1024x609.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49947" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920-1024x609.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920-300x178.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920-768x457.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920-1536x914.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920-624x371.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-reused-from190529-right-way-balls-of-watermelon-food-3349266_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure></div> <p>The <em>right</em> way: demote store-bought melons to chunks on fancy toothpicks or fake-looking balls. Eat in air-conditioned comfort.</p> <p>The <em>best</em> way?</p> <p><strong>First ingredient</strong></p> <p>Order a summer day so hot that gooey blacktop shifts under your steps.</p> <p><strong>Second ingredient</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-Oglesbee-Family.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-Oglesbee-Family.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49944" width="420" height="285"/></a><figcaption>Our family, uncharacteristically dressed up in this photo, are more at home lounging on this porch — one of the best places in the world for eating watermelon.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Reserve a screened-in porch with adequate waterproof seating for friends and neighbors, because the best watermelon is never eaten alone. Also, never serve it indoors. Irate mothers, who obsess about irrelevant issues like freshly mopped floors, will cut eating sessions short. Watermelon loses its flavor if eaten where consumers cannot also apply sticky juices directly to arms, legs or tummies.</p> <p>Backyards, decks and parks present good watermelon-eating sites, but flies and yellow jackets — like some human relatives — come whether invited or not.</p> <p><strong>Third ingredient</strong></p> <p>Gather newspapers. My family has used these inexpensive, disposable watermelon-eating place mats for generations. If dampened sufficiently, newspapers imprint “City Sewer Plan Stinks” or similar headlines on new white shorts.</p> <p><strong>Last ingredient (but not least)</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-p-cropped-watermelon-1379990_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-p-cropped-watermelon-1379990_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49945" width="184" height="136"/></a></figure></div> <p>Harvest watermelons, bought not from strangers, but grown in one’s own patch — although my late father declared stolen ones the sweetest. As boys, he and his brothers patronized patches owned by Mr. Purvis Williams. Of course, when Dad amazed his Louisiana hometown by becoming a minister, he swore off such pastimes. Having returned as a 79-year-old retiree, however, he celebrated his first watermelon season back home by investigating local patches filled with fat, green-striped orbs almost bursting with juice.</p> <p>The best patch’s owner: his new pastor.</p> <p>Dad complimented him on his beautiful melons. The minister promptly invited Dad to help himself.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-cropped-Dad-Laughing-6-17.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="272" height="520" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-cropped-Dad-Laughing-6-17.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49943" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-cropped-Dad-Laughing-6-17.jpg 272w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-cropped-Dad-Laughing-6-17-157x300.jpg 157w" sizes="(max-width: 272px) 100vw, 272px" /></a></figure></div> <p>A Southerner himself, Dad understood the man was being lyin’-polite. Still posing as an ignorant Yankee, though, he took quick advantage. Dad raided the pastor’s patch. Despite tender consciences, we helped him devour the melon one sweltering July afternoon. It rated only semi-stolen, but I couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.</p> <p>Still, this feast didn’t compare with those of my childhood, when Grandpa iced down a dozen from his garden in a horse trough. The entire family gathered, and every uncle, aunt and cousin received half a melon. After we finished, the adults, anticipating the imminent Watermelon Seed War, banished us kids to the yard, where we discharged our arsenals without harming any adults. Occasionally, a toddler stuck seeds up his nose. Always good for a little excitement.</p> <p>Sometimes, Dad peeled thin green slices from the rind. Fashioning these into Billy Bob buckteeth, he gave us big, green-toothed grins.<a></a></p> <p>Decades later, after we’d devoured the last luscious bite of his pastor’s watermelon, Dad saved the seeds to plant the next spring.</p> <p>God help the rascally kid or retired minister who tried to steal <em>his</em> watermelons.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-p-watermelon-and-girl-846357_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210901-p-watermelon-and-girl-846357_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49946" width="691" height="470"/></a></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Is a watermelon feast one of your summer traditions?</p> Let’s Get Tech-y: Ordering Your Front Matter https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/08/31/lets-get-tech-y-ordering-your-front-matter/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:22a303fb-8008-51a7-a6c2-f1c09cbdc678 Tue, 31 Aug 2021 15:14:37 -0400 After you’ve created your title page, copyright page, and table of contents (as explained in the linked previous blog posts), you may have other pieces that you will need or want to include in the front matter. Here is Chicago Manual of Style’s order of front matter. Title page (must have) Copyright page (must have) [&#8230;] OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: I Take a Number at the BMV. Therefore, I Am http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49937 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:d9e10548-a4b9-2c68-7c5a-04ca566a8758 Mon, 30 Aug 2021 08:50:28 -0400 O Lord, You know I’m gathering evidence that I exist. The federal government has declared that unless I produce it, I won’t have a real ID. OMG, does that mean my current driver’s license is imaginary? If so, that cloud has a silver lining. The scary-looking woman on it isn’t real. <p><strong>O Lord, You know I’m gathering evidence that I exist. The federal government has declared that unless I produce it, I won’t have a real ID. OMG, does that mean my current driver’s license is imaginary? If so, that cloud has a silver lining. The scary-looking woman on it isn’t real</strong>.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210830-RachaelLicense-a.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210830-RachaelLicense-a.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49938" width="529" height="365"/></a></figure></div> Lunch-Packing Crunch http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49917 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:e0508154-3264-9379-edb2-56ebcd96f5ef Wed, 25 Aug 2021 09:12:36 -0400 Packing school lunches this year? I’ll send you a sympathy card. Plus insights gained from years of therapy. Imagine an alien mother from the planet Zoraxx who never, in her 400 years, has packed even one lunch box. Her reaction: “Honey, what are you thinking? Sending bags of food to school cafeterias full of food?” [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-back-to-school-4376161_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-back-to-school-4376161_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49919" width="662" height="492"/></a></figure></div> <p>Packing school lunches this year?</p> <p>I’ll send you a sympathy card. Plus insights gained from years of therapy.</p> <p>Imagine an alien mother from the planet Zoraxx who never, in her 400 years, has packed even one lunch box. Her reaction: “Honey, what are you thinking? Sending bags of food to school cafeterias full of food?”</p> <p>Interplanetary viewpoints aside, I feel your pain. I, too, packed lunches. Along with parents today, I allowed quivery-stomach, school-lunch memories to influence me. During the ’60s, school cafeterias provided no salad bars. No a la carte. Just meals that met 700% of federal fat requirements.</p> <p>Sadly, my cruel mother refused to pack 25 lunches a week.</p> <p>What attitude. She didn’t go to work or school. She needed activities to keep her out of trouble.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1920" height="1079" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49929" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited.jpg 1920w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited-300x169.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited-1024x575.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited-768x432.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited-1536x863.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-cropped-food-in-cafeteria-428126_1920-edited-624x351.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1920px) 100vw, 1920px" /></a></figure> <p>My parents also rationalized by saying a day’s worth of school lunches for five kids cost $1.25. We couldn’t eat hay for that price. They even had the gall to wish they, too, could enjoy school lunches.</p> <p>Years later, I understood. My children’s school menus sounded delicious! Maybe because my own lunch consisted of a week-old Happy Meal and a half-chewed teething cookie. I tried to sneak into the school cafeteria line, but got carded. Sigh.</p> <p>Given this perspective, what made me abandon the you-will-clean-your-school-lunch-plate-and/or-die approach?</p> <p>Fear. My children weighed less than their tennis shoes. If each lost five pounds, teachers might mark them absent.</p> <p>So, I ensured their survival by packing lunches. I remembered who ate mustard on the sandwich top, who ate mayonnaise on the bottom, and who considered Grey Poupon the devil’s recipe. Still, my little lunch police rendezvoused during recess to confirm I had not committed fraud. They measured cheese slices, weighed bologna and counted peanuts in granola bars.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-flopped-illus-turnip-151128_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-flopped-illus-turnip-151128_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49921" width="271" height="314" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-flopped-illus-turnip-151128_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-flopped-illus-turnip-151128_1280-259x300.png 259w" sizes="(max-width: 271px) 100vw, 271px" /></a></figure></div> <p>I did my best, but committed the unforgivable sin: I sent vegetables in their lunches. Not just normal celery and carrots.</p> <p>Turnips. I sent sliced turnips.</p> <p>Only later did I comprehend the dire consequences. One piece might trigger lifetime exile from the popular tables, where everyone ate prefabricated food and jockeyed to sit beside the third grade rock star. Turnips banished my children to tables occupied by kids whose mothers had concealed dangerous weapons, such as zucchini, in muffins.</p> <p>At least they couldn’t trade away the turnips. Even kids with hummus brownies refused to touch turnips.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-Spiderman-lunchbox-2705779_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210825-p-Spiderman-lunchbox-2705779_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49923" width="262" height="276"/></a></figure></div> <p>No matter what the planet Zoraxx mama thinks, lunch-packing instilled character into my family. Later, despite living with college roommates who subsisted on Ramen Noodles with Cheetos sauce, my kids actually bought and ate fresh vegetables.</p> <p>They now pack school lunches for their offspring.</p> <p>I will send them sympathy cards, too. And enclose a few turnip slices.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What school lunch item still gives you nightmares?</p> Visitors and Visits https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/visitors-and-visits.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:525a45c4-d373-94cb-1618-88db940b5d18 Tue, 24 Aug 2021 16:29:02 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our most constant and numerous visitors are the hummingbirds. Michael fills their sugar water feeder daily! It is very difficult to photograph the half a dozen or so flitting about at one time. Perhaps you can see a couple in this pic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, somewhat tired, we decided to take one of our gift cards and eat out. We enjoyed the nearby Brittish cuisine at Payne's Restaurant. The more recent Garfield statue there reminded me of the years when Elijah and I followed the Grant County Garfield tour on his January birthday trip.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="1200" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid afternoon, Stephan called and invited us to join them at Ivanhoe's. We never pass up an opportunity to be with our kids!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s904/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nor can we pass up Ivanhoe's strawberry shortcake!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The funny thing was that we were scheduled to meet with our home group for ice cream that evening at the newly remodeled Cammack Station! We definitely exceeded our calorie intake that day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between these outings we were still preparing to welcome guests. The "Ship Room" was rather empty after Moriah moved out so Michael purchased a couple pieces of furniture and spent hours assembling them.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/ship%2Broom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/ship%2Broom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three arrived Monday mid afternoon. A kind friend of the Eichers drove them all the way from Chicago and then immediately turned around and headed back home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joanna Vasudevan, Enoch and Asha Eicher</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Eicher siblings are Andi Eicher's children and grandchildren of our dear friends, Ray and Christa, and now fourth generation Taylor alums. Asha and her friend Joanna are returning juniors. It is Enoch's first year and first time in America.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They caught on rather quickly to Splendor, our favorite game, and it became a nightly ritual with Enoch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The girls could move into their dorm earlier because of roles and responsibilities on campus. They were happy to have Enoch along to haul their luggage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enoch offered to cook for us. He came prepared with all the necessary Indian spices. So we were introduced to <i>pav bhaji,</i>&nbsp;a spicy vegetable mash that you scoop up with rolls fried in butter.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1029/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="1029" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday we were invited to dinner with the Pawley family. They are on furlough from Cambodia. The two older boys are entering Taylor University, their dad Eric's alma mater. Joe, the oldest has been on the robotics team. MeeSun prepared food from her homeland, Korea. They will be leaving two sons behind, and Tom the youngest will be on his own. Who do you think is feeling the separation the most?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening was the popular House Hunters, a very well organized event where the women of the church travel in groups to homes on their assigned route and have a contest to see and find out certain things at each place.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The house that stood out for me was where Argentine artifacts were displayed on the walls: a cow hide mate surrounded by pictures of gauchos and a <i>boleadora, </i>a type of throwing weapon used to entangle the legs of cattle or game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1417/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1417" height="181" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h181/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="643" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Boleadora</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Felix Aguilar VI, the homeowner, comes from a long line of important Argentines. His great great great grandfathers' portrait hangs over the mantel. Two framed documents from 1954 certify that the then president, Juan Domingo Perón, assigned him as Argentine consul in Chicago with jurisdiction over twelve mid western states, and that President Dwight D. Eisenhower recognized him as such.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/s644/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="402" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h640/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I introduced Enoch to two special places. At the Helping Hand store he purchased a couple good jackets for colder weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And at Ivanhoe's he had a sandwich and a sundae, and the obligatory photo by Garfield.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s672/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="672" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those are the highlights of our week, but not the end of visits and visitors. Come back next week for more.</div><br />&nbsp;<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ITXhWCWD2L4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Please Nix the Gnats! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49911 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0951e74d-4141-7e11-95be-8da91878452e Mon, 23 Aug 2021 09:02:01 -0400 O Lord, You know we love camping in Your wild, beautiful world. But this year, a gnat plague of biblical (Exodus 8:16-19) proportions swarmed us the entire trip. After we returned home, Hubby even sorted piles of dirty laundry in his truck’s bed, rather than let the pests infest our house. OMG, Pharaoh wouldn’t listen [&#8230;] <p><strong>O Lord, You know we love camping in Your wild, beautiful world. But this year, a gnat plague of biblical (Exodus 8:16-19) proportions swarmed us the entire trip. After we returned home, Hubby even sorted piles of dirty laundry in his truck’s bed, rather than let the pests infest our house. OMG, Pharaoh wouldn’t listen to You, but we want to know: was it something we said?</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210823-swarm-3870871_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210823-swarm-3870871_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49912" width="472" height="330"/></a></figure></div> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210823-TruckLaundry-rotated.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210823-TruckLaundry-rotated.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49913" width="473" height="355"/></a></figure></div> Things Have Changed, and I’m Glad http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49882 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:d7fb58a0-5072-8e6b-0d4b-2b2c70320840 Wed, 18 Aug 2021 10:19:36 -0400 I finally stopped refusing senior discounts. (Who was I kidding?) Now, I find it tempting to diss the present and reverence the “good old days.” One morning, a Grouchy Old Gal stared at me from the mirror. Did I really want her to stay? Instead, I booted her out and listed things I like about [&#8230;] <p>I finally stopped refusing senior discounts. (Who was I kidding?)</p> <p>Now, I find it tempting to diss the present and reverence the “good old days.” One morning, a Grouchy Old Gal stared at me from the mirror. Did I really want her to stay?</p> <p>Instead, I booted her out and listed things I like about 2021. Plus a few I do not miss from the past.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-cropped-curlers-and-iron-woman-5864191_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-cropped-curlers-and-iron-woman-5864191_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49886" width="169" height="277" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-cropped-curlers-and-iron-woman-5864191_1280.jpg 265w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-cropped-curlers-and-iron-woman-5864191_1280-183x300.jpg 183w" sizes="(max-width: 169px) 100vw, 169px" /></a></figure></div> <ul><li>First, permanent press is a gift from God. My mother spent hours starching and ironing my puff-sleeved dresses, dresses I wore while emptying mud puddles. I iron now only when I can find mine. The best thing about a no-iron worldview? Though manufacturers lie that their clothes don’t require ironing, everyone pretends it’s true.</li></ul> <ul><li>In this millennium, we enjoy a whole new excuse for playing hooky: the computers are down.</li></ul> <ul><li>Email is cheaper, simpler and faster than snail mail. Unless the computers are down.</li></ul> <ul><li>Microwaves, once a figment of sci-fi imaginations, have forever banished the sinking realization: “Ack! I forgot to defrost the meat!” Okay, so they sometimes produce meals the consistency of cement, with comparable nourishment. Still, speedy microwaves helped feed my skinny physician husband at all hours. They removed gunky warm-up pans from my kitchen’s décor. Nowadays, a microwave suits our lifestyle — that of college students without food service.</li></ul> <ul><li>Few potlucks still feature 15 kinds of marshmallow-Jell-O salad.</li></ul> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-marshmallow-4715617_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="200" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-marshmallow-4715617_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="49889" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-marshmallow-4715617_1280.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=49889" class="wp-image-49889"/></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-molded-jello-jelly-37810_1280-small.png"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="218" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-molded-jello-jelly-37810_1280-small.png" alt="" data-id="49891" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-molded-jello-jelly-37810_1280-small.png" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=49891" class="wp-image-49891"/></a></figure></li></ul></figure> <ul><li>I’ll take Susan Boyle’s singing, as opposed to Carol Channing’s, anytime. (See YouTube — another current convenience that can take us down Memory Lane, as well as make us glad we don’t live there anymore!)</li></ul> <ul><li>Thanks to technology, we no longer miss favorite programs or movies. We need not suffer withdrawal symptoms when leaving before finding out whodunit.</li></ul> <ul><li>Being a grandma is way more fun than being a mom.</li></ul> <ul><li>In a related thought, little boys’ clothes today are much cuter than those in 1970. This grandma lauds that aspect of gender equality, as I have six grandsons.</li></ul> <ul><li>In a somewhat related thought, I appreciate bicycle helmets. Seat belts. Even kids’ car seats that demand an engineering degree and an acrobat’s body to buckle.</li></ul> <ul><li>Few people drive Pintos anymore.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-illus-dancer-1904467_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-illus-dancer-1904467_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-49888" width="229" height="338" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-illus-dancer-1904467_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-illus-dancer-1904467_1280-204x300.png 204w" sizes="(max-width: 229px) 100vw, 229px" /></a></figure></div> <ul><li>Blow-dryers and curling irons have replaced the overnight torture of brush rollers and orange juice cans. Guys, if you don’t “get” the orange juice cans, ask your wives how they prettied up for Saturday night during the 1960s. Check online photos — if you dare.</li></ul> <ul><li>Men rarely get permanents today. During the &#8217;70s, much of the male population appeared to have been replaced by alien poodles. Wearing leisure suits. And platform shoes.</li></ul> <ul><li>Cigarette commercials now feature cancer victims rather than cool cowboys. In restaurants, puffing and blowing occur only when your food’s too hot.</li></ul> <ul><li>I applaud painless antiseptics that soothe cuts, as opposed to this-is-gonna-make-you-scream Mercurochrome.</li></ul> <ul><li>Experts now assert that chocolate and coffee are good for us.</li></ul> <ul><li>I hate to admit it, but cell phones do keep us safe on the road. Also, if not for cell phones, thousands of husbands might still be wandering Meijer’s aisles, seeking the correct brand of pickles.</li></ul> <ul><li>No more waiting for photos to develop. No more paying for them, either.</li></ul> <ul><li>We now realize God can say both “you” and “thee.”</li></ul> <ul><li>Homemade, homegrown and handcrafted items — food, clothing, even coffins — have become special again.</li></ul> <ul><li>Using an effortless stain stick beats scrubbing grass stains with an old toothbrush. Just ask my kids.</li></ul> <ul><li>Finally, no one sings about yummy love in their tummies anymore.</li></ul> <p>That last extinction alone brightens the 2021 landscape.</p> <p>My late father, who loved classical music, would have agreed.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-MLK-non-violence-1158316_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-MLK-non-violence-1158316_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49890" width="204" height="204" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-MLK-non-violence-1158316_1280.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210818-p-MLK-non-violence-1158316_1280-150x150.jpg 150w" sizes="(max-width: 204px) 100vw, 204px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Perhaps I inherited my outlook from Dad. He disliked many modern trends, but he also declared the “good old days” a myth. Dad plowed too many fields behind a mean mule to romanticize the past. Riding a John Deere mower was way better.</p> <p>Recalling Jim Crow laws in the South — written and unwritten — he celebrated dining with both white and African-American friends without fear.</p> <p>Occasionally, Dad allowed Grouchy Old Guy to stick around.</p> <p>I sometimes hang out with Grouchy Old Gal.</p> <p>But mostly, I celebrate life here and now.</p> <p>And welcome all the senior discounts.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What don&#8217;t you miss from the &#8220;good old days,&#8221; and what are you thankful for now?</p> Transitions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/transitions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ba7feff0-86a0-fc2a-a3cb-5c324adf0eb2 Tue, 17 Aug 2021 13:35:39 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week I was made aware of a these lovely pink lilies popping up everywhere, <i>Lycoris squamigera, </i>rightfully referred to as Surprise Lily or Resurrection Lily, also naked ladies ;-).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All of our family young ones are in school now. Sam and Kristie's boys in Greenfield system, where she works as an ABA (Applied Behavior Analyst), began in July. Karen started a new teaching job, 8th grade English in Alexandria, on&nbsp;&nbsp;August 4, one day before her birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=s1226" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1226" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=w400-h359" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">July 29:&nbsp;</span>Elijah (11), Zion (6), Jude (3)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca enjoys riding the school bus this year.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1098/First%2BDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="949" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/First%2BDay.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August 10: Rebecca (2)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A good article appeared in the Chronicle Tribune a couple days later. Surprise, Rebecca on the front page!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/safe_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h209/safe_image.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.chronicle-tribune.com/news/students-staff-smiles-return-to-eastbrook/article_e7bf3176-915a-56fa-8a44-d52e4608cf7f.html?fbclid=IwAR3g3vVFisaBYbzZ67vxTRrot7HJrPLspliuD0x91jtV2GO0Z8JTYAL55kQ">Students, staff, smiles return to Eastbrook</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She also started ballet lessons. Piano has not begun just yet because her teacher just had a baby!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday we did meet little Reuben and deliver a meal and gift.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday was Moriah's final move, the last items out of her room here and all into her own apartment in Indianapolis. Her job at Allison Transmissions begins Monday the 16th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday I took Leah for her long delayed hernia surgery. And, surprise!, the surgeon found a second hidden one nearby. The double repair was successful, no mesh needed. Leah is glad to have that over, but she's dealing with the pain now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="499" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w208-h400/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, the 14th, was Rebecca's 7th birthday. Matt and Kayla are wonderful party hosts. The occasion has become an annual ALL family gathering with cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, several great grandmas, even one 91 year-old great great grandparent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="960" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As life moves on from one season to another, through many transitions and changes, both good and bad, joyful and painful, I am reminded that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever! (Heb. 13:8)</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lBPIvLudpRo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Double Celebration! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49874 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:992b81d1-bc8b-d4e8-f352-d336a03010ec Mon, 16 Aug 2021 02:42:00 -0400 With one daughter born on this day, and another who later married to a great guy on her sister’s birthday, OMG, how can I help but give You thanks for August 16! <p><strong>With one daughter born on this day, and another who later married to a great guy on her sister’s birthday, OMG, how can I help but give You thanks for August 16!</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-scaled.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-1024x788.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49877" width="609" height="468" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-1024x788.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-300x231.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-768x591.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-1536x1182.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-2048x1576.jpg 2048w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-BethNewbornRachael-1-624x480.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 609px) 100vw, 609px" /></a><figcaption>August,,1979</figcaption></figure> <figure class="wp-block-image size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-ChristyBryanWedding-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/210816-ChristyBryanWedding-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49878" width="608" height="492"/></a><figcaption>August 16, 2003</figcaption></figure> <p></p> Friends, highlights of Week #32 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/friends-highlights-of-week-32.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:76248a32-f988-ec2b-ce3d-8226c09b8aeb Wed, 11 Aug 2021 13:19:04 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says her flowers are not as plentiful anymore. I appreciate each bouquet. I think they make great blog post&nbsp; openers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>A humorous God-appointment happened Sunday. We had wanted to get together with a couple who had last invited us over for food and games. I suggested to Michael that Sundays after church were easier to schedule than to try to find an open evening throughout the week. And we certainly had an abundance of food, Michael's specials--bread, gazpacho, ice cream and my zucchini brownies.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>So, he looked up the name of the friend to text. It wasn't till someone else responded with, "Sorry, we are on our way back from Colorado," that he realized he'd sent the invite to a group, his hiking buddies! We had no idea how large the party would become. However, it was perfect, a fun time with friends.</span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>Monday, we met with more friends, old friends (well, about our age) from long ago. In fact, Fred was the best man at our wedding.<br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s949/con%2BPerrys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="949" height="234" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h234/con%2BPerrys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of coming to Upland, they met us at Stephan's place where Mike was working so they could see the progress on the house. When I took Karen for a tour of the whole property, we admired Stephan's storybook bench.&nbsp;</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, I took sis-in-law Diane for a little outing to a nearby coffee shop. The art displayed is quite unique.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/the%2Bbranch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="859" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/the%2Bbranch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Michael went camping with his hiking buddies to Shades State Park, a beautiful restful time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/hike%2Bshades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/hike%2Bshades.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I was very focused on writing a new chapter. Until now I'd been able to work on previously written pieces. I knew they would run out sometime, and that day came sooner than I anticipated. My self-imposed twice-a-month deadlines will keep me busy from now on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even so, I took off Thursday afternoon and put in a couple hours helping to paint the mural. It was a great break. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with the other painters as I worked my way across the lower part giving a second coat or cleaning up the edges of the dark green waves of grass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/s859/mural%2B8.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/mural%2B8.05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to maintain my walking goals, always noticing new things along the way.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/dead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="859" height="172" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h172/dead.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both dead?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A writer friend called some time ago for comments about my visit with two grandsons to Minnetrista's Bob Ross Exhibit. She quoted me in her article and gave me a copy of the magazine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="960" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h390/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I was able to send chapter 12 to my translators to work on over the weekend, which is when he has time. Whew! So grateful to meet that deadline!&nbsp;</p><p>Here is a teaser. Come back August 15 to <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a> to find out what these few photos are about.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s633/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="633" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I certainly would love to hear about the highlights of your week!</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8yNp__TTgIs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Another full week - #31 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/another-full-week-31.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:29f1428c-b646-e35a-d979-3ba7422db821 Wed, 04 Aug 2021 11:52:33 -0400 <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet 7/18/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Our hydrangeas have finally made their pompous appearance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If we're low on bread, Michael bakes more on Sunday afternoon or evening. He enjoys trying new recipes. This one has olives and tomatoes. However, he's very sparing about how much he consumes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="777" data-original-width="960" height="162" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h162/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday afternoon, Michael, Leah and I went to the Switch Up in Van Buren to finish painting the last little characters on the climbing wall. The center logo, Sarah will paint.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="1200" height="203" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h203/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we went to Stephan's dinner and admired his timber framing progress. Notice the <i>live edge </i>above what is going to be the door to the under-the-stairs-pantry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the way home we stopped to buy several more dozens of corn, which we then had to stay up till midnight to process and freeze.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h310/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we came home through Matthews to make sure the mural-painting team had everything they needed to begin the daunting project. Unfortunately they had rented the wrong lift, one only safe for indoor use on smooth floors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1305/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1305" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h314/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day they had obtained an all-terrain boom lift. This was the progress a couple days later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">The mural features the best of Matthews and promises to be a stunning addition to the small town.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the same building complex where the East Central Indiana Robotics team is housed.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h310/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Michael went backpacking again with a few of the UCC Hikers and sent me this photo. <br />I was glad for him that he got away from the many responsibilities that weigh him down right now.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">That afternoon, Rebecca and I went with my friend Petey and her granddaughter to an event at Minnetrista very popular among little girls -&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faeries, Sprites, and Lights.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, the insects were on a rampage and feasted on Rebecca. The miserable itchy welts shortened our experience.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s642/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="285" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w285-h640/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Throughout the week, I spent long hours on a better conclusion to chapter 11, scheduled to publish August 1. <br />Saturday was especially frustrating because of trying to wrap things up for the deadline and running into so many technological issues. <br />And Michael was gone all day on his weekly bicycle ride with the Muncie group. <br />Add to that, we had planned a birthday celebration for Skye's 24th that evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fortunately, I had spent all day Friday preparing for the event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s472/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="472" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h518/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"All's well that ends well," is that a saying? [Just looked it up. Oops! It is a Shakespeare play!] <br />Anyway everything ended superbly. The party was so much fun--Kalani doing all the motions to Wiggle songs with all of us joining in the motions; the birthday meal and Krazy Koch song (looks like Destiny enjoyed the family tradition!); and the guys going wild over the tools Michael had so much fun buying for Skye.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and the chapter conclusion was acceptable, and <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/locusts.html">Locusts</a>&nbsp;published as scheduled!</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And now to wrap up this weekly photo journal -&nbsp; the surprise blooms of the week that come with memories.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Years ago, at the wedding of our dear friends' daughter, each guest received a small packet of bulbs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/SVIX9GmXgrs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Building Your Table of Contents https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/07/31/lets-get-tech-y-building-your-table-of-contents/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:2c4dbc3f-0358-5e96-bf5a-cb9bed370a78 Sat, 31 Jul 2021 15:21:34 -0400 If you’re writing nonfiction, you will definitely need a Table of Contents (TOC). If your book is fiction, you may or may not include one. You can prepare a TOC a couple of ways. While Microsoft Word does offer an automated feature, it can be a bit cumbersome to use if you don&#8217;t understand how [&#8230;] A Very Full Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-full-week-30.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e1ec1975-7c37-90cf-3bfe-34427169676e Wed, 28 Jul 2021 07:08:09 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's bouquets from Tennessee continue to delight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our garden does not yield such varieties. But on my walks, I notice and enjoy many wild flowers each time, and attempt to read and learn about them. For example, how do I tell the difference between Queen Anne's Lace and Hemlock, its lookalike?&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/s832/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A lovely Sunday surprise: Stephan called and said they were headed our way to dine out at Payne's and could we join them!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In addition to the great food and conversation, we were noticing all the timber framing in the addition to the restaurant. Stephan is working on that this week. (See <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>.)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">A different kind of surprise awaited Michael Monday morning when he opened the meter base to figure out what had caused the oozing stain. He immediately called the electric company to come out and&nbsp; unlock the top part. The guy had never seen anything like that.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="368" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h564/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night I had a meeting, so Michael sent a photo of the meal Stephan served. Karen did much better than that, she sent home food for me!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1101/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the tomato baby, and the zucchini brownies! They were wonderful. She sent me the recipe, now the pressure is on for me to make some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I had our usual fun activities and ended with a short walk on the Taylor campus. I am so grateful to have these weekly opportunities to spend time together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s832/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael deserves all the focus this week. He's in the middle of several big projects. This week he and Leah painted little climbers on the finished climbing wall.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1200" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h252/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent two days priming the side of the building for a mural to be painted next week.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Back-breaking work</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also made several trips to Stephan's to begin work on all things electrical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way he always stops to buy sweet corn from Moriah's cousin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one long day, he tackled the process of prepping six dozen ears for the freezer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never stops! It's against his religion!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In lieu of a photo of the messy process</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the many projects, we are enjoying summer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wouldn't think of missing his long Saturday bicycle rides with the Muncie group. 88 miles this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had fun at the Farmers' Market. Among many other goodies, I bought this bouquet of tiger lilies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's so much more I could write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just keep plodding on, grateful for each opportunity and the necessary health.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/QAzDuVD96f8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 29 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-29.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:30655729-4dc0-68c0-0b8b-cc20516ce8bf Wed, 21 Jul 2021 11:32:15 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's bouquet for 7/11/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the Sunday Moriah treated us to her homemade Lemon Rosemary Chicken dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="158" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/w180-h320/image.png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made ice cream and Michael baked buttermilk biscuits for strawberry shortcake, like we often had with the girls when we lived in the same house.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Moriah even tried out her engineering skills to repair the light by my recliner. (Thank you!) And, furthermore, this week she resoundingly impressed the hiring committee at <a href="https://www.allisontransmission.com/">Allison Transmssion</a>, and will begin work in Indianapolis in less than a month.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday evening as usual we surveyed the progress on Stephan and Karen's house. Her parents had been there for a few days, visiting from Evansville. Dad Red (a retired electrician) began installing the electrical boxes and running wire. Mom Dolores painted door jambs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week, Michael worked steadily at the Switch Up and finished installing the climbing wall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s669/Switch%2BUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="669" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h344/Switch%2BUp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to walk almost daily, grateful for the resolve that gets me out to enjoy the beauty of nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/Lillies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1683" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h213/Lillies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1683" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h236/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Sam's family is experiencing the chaos of a major move from Muncie to New Palestine. Can anyone relate? Does this bring back memories?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Michael drove the robot and the drive team to Lawrence Central High School in Indianapolis to set up the pit and practice for Saturday's off-season FRC event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="960" height="350" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h350/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.firstindianarobotics.org/finite-recharge-off-season-frc-event-information/">FINite Recharge</a>&nbsp;was a much smaller event, only 24 teams, not nearly the hype of pre-COVID competitions. And our robot (Infinite Horsepower)'s performance not nearly as stellar as seen in the video still playing on the <a href="https://phyxtgears.org/">PhyXTGears</a>' website. However, a good time was had by all. I was blessed to be able to attend and meet parents and students. The new team members, all quite young, had the opportunity to experience a FIRST robotics competition, to learn and grow in their understanding of the robot and their enthusiasm for the game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a ride down with Moriah and her dad, who after our team's loss in quarter finals, continued apartment search to get her situated before the new job begins next month.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/FIN.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1557" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h256/FIN.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Moriah and Mee Sun in the stands. Who wins the eye-smiling competition?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="1557" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h188/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Infinite Horsepower and the drive team exiting after their final game.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s684/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="684" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h556/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group sharing after Arby's meal</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I rode back to Muncie with one of the new families and learned of several experiences we share, including Spanish speaking and teaching, travel to same place in Mexico, and common friends there. We concluded that <i>El mundo es un pañuelo </i>i.e. "It's a small world."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, chapter 10 kept me quite busy this week. Nevertheless, it published Thursday: <i><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/fiestas-celebrations-and-festivities.html?m=1">Fiestas</a>.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/X_6ye5B13n4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Independence Days https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/blog-post.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:aafc6ac1-535f-e927-ea24-b8448ecee6aa Wed, 14 Jul 2021 16:33:57 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As if to illustrate, or emphasize the title, Week 28 published itself independently before I commented on the photos! Such a surprise! That fits right in with the <strike>numerous</strike> exasperating technological issues I've had so far this week. "Better late than never." So, here we go. Let's try again, beginning with Karin's glads to gladden our hearts.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF9Y3FqcnPg/YO3rqIAF1bI/AAAAAAAAbZM/eQrMwfP_bqwf_XBXq1vdUgGtG0jcOyrlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-4-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF9Y3FqcnPg/YO3rqIAF1bI/AAAAAAAAbZM/eQrMwfP_bqwf_XBXq1vdUgGtG0jcOyrlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-4-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, July 4, we were very gladdened by a visit from son Sam's family. It was so good to catch up and fellowship before their move to New Palestine, happening even as I write. They will be closer to Kristie's job in Greenfield.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDW7Hp_bz7c/YO3r99_RNMI/AAAAAAAAbZc/5s6LUMD7ez80T4O8CVNGbEwX9MhAnxywwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/213599682_10101240243804886_706280608584955124_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="960" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDW7Hp_bz7c/YO3r99_RNMI/AAAAAAAAbZc/5s6LUMD7ez80T4O8CVNGbEwX9MhAnxywwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h254/213599682_10101240243804886_706280608584955124_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, as it was the 4th of July, Independence Day, we joined Leah's family for Jimmy's annual fireworks display.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all find a place in front of the Kern home (Kayla and Matt's house) facing the field where Jimmy and Skye set off a carefully chosen variety and sequence of fireworks for our enjoyment (and theirs?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdql2r01oQs/YO32ncV5aEI/AAAAAAAAbZw/2FTNH98FGFM6fTxwCTjf4C4dCVU3WRmeACLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/218345483_10101243947881886_2747791485249120311_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1440" height="278" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdql2r01oQs/YO32ncV5aEI/AAAAAAAAbZw/2FTNH98FGFM6fTxwCTjf4C4dCVU3WRmeACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h278/218345483_10101243947881886_2747791485249120311_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAPE2KA-hw/YO32dFJHczI/AAAAAAAAbZs/I42L3joVBIAlvRysZUblEbioQXmzwE5fwCLcBGAsYHQ/s738/fireworks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAPE2KA-hw/YO32dFJHczI/AAAAAAAAbZs/I42L3joVBIAlvRysZUblEbioQXmzwE5fwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h185/fireworks.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The children get to play with sparklers.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lit up back porch in the background is where Nana lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m34K8BSg2Uk/YO33D-3njQI/AAAAAAAAbaA/HU9KkNlhV9QivaPRH_ZSGvR_ne8bOMN6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s738/Rebecca%2B7.4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m34K8BSg2Uk/YO33D-3njQI/AAAAAAAAbaA/HU9KkNlhV9QivaPRH_ZSGvR_ne8bOMN6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h185/Rebecca%2B7.4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Kalani, however, fell asleep before the show. He was tuckered out from the preparation all afternoon as he tried to join in with his parents and Papaw unwrapping, selecting and sequencing the goods.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZClkgmgKPNk/YO367KDO-RI/AAAAAAAAbaM/tD5ZMpQWOskOnwam6urC9eeTHlrmHns5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s439/Kalani%2B7.4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZClkgmgKPNk/YO367KDO-RI/AAAAAAAAbaM/tD5ZMpQWOskOnwam6urC9eeTHlrmHns5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Kalani%2B7.4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was back to work Monday for Michael even if it was a government holiday. Using two stacked scaffolds, he managed to finish painting the difficult-to-reach heights. Throughout the rest of the week, among other tasks, he overcame a few other challenges and completed the huge task of painting the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBowyqrKyIQ/YO3rw41uhEI/AAAAAAAAbZQ/G-EsWgTO3A8yFZvZDF3RhZ-R_iyfvrcyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/216116696_10101241589797506_6064180996304569715_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBowyqrKyIQ/YO3rw41uhEI/AAAAAAAAbZQ/G-EsWgTO3A8yFZvZDF3RhZ-R_iyfvrcyQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/216116696_10101241589797506_6064180996304569715_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I explored a different road on my daily walk and came across some lovely sights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaV77ZqZvr4/YO38gi91fiI/AAAAAAAAbac/B75j0ruzq4gJMCgG_ZBEigJhmQjiu8W_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s336/83.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="336" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaV77ZqZvr4/YO38gi91fiI/AAAAAAAAbac/B75j0ruzq4gJMCgG_ZBEigJhmQjiu8W_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h378/83.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We truly enjoy the weekly gathering (and the food!) at Stephan and Karen's Monday Night Dinner. And there's the added anticipation of surveying the progress on their new house.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ8xhDUdumI/YO37I0oWQSI/AAAAAAAAbaQ/h954KP4OEVAmUA1XcO8cA-2I78JUCEQQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/S%2B%2526%2BK%2Bhouse%2B7.5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ8xhDUdumI/YO37I0oWQSI/AAAAAAAAbaQ/h954KP4OEVAmUA1XcO8cA-2I78JUCEQQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/S%2B%2526%2BK%2Bhouse%2B7.5.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interior framing in progress</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday mornings my friend Jane and I walk for an hour. We explored some of the paths on the TU campus. Among many interesting things to look at, we discovered a rose bush with three different color blooms, apparently in stages--white, rose, and yellow. Can anyone explain this mystery?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_nNldclAvU/YO38r00iU9I/AAAAAAAAbag/xBAZW6x1MQQzNB43AHCh_bBClOe2YQWywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Walk%2Bw%2BJane%2B7.6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_nNldclAvU/YO38r00iU9I/AAAAAAAAbag/xBAZW6x1MQQzNB43AHCh_bBClOe2YQWywCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/Walk%2Bw%2BJane%2B7.6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've listened to the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/?fbclid=IwAR0HcokQ2yXhdTZst7pHGFUSOMLHj971xhyqPUCxdN3K5dDC6fq317aGECs">Daily Audio Bible</a> for a dozen or more years, but this is the first time I participated in the annual Long Walk. This is what I posted about the experience on social media.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span face="&quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px;">The Long Walk took me on a new neighborhood that began with lovely blossoms and sunshine and ended in the rain and cold wind. Halfway, I discovered this poignant reminder: Jesus died for me and for the sinners next to him. Only one turned to him for forgiveness and was immediately welcomed into Paradise. The world is divided like that: those who receive Him and have life and those who reject and are lost. The rain reminded me to give thanks in everything and that He promised to be with me through it all and unto the end, and beyond!&nbsp;</span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl oo9gr5id gpro0wi8 lrazzd5p" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/dablongwalk2021?__eep__=6&amp;__tn__=R*F" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; animation-name: none; background-color: #f0f2f5; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: &quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: 600; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation; transition-property: none;" tabindex="0">#DABLongwalk2021</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlHKE-nd2c/YO385t3pRyI/AAAAAAAAbao/cO4Jb7R5XsUcwvw2ceoM6A5Hvf1xDe_oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1442/Long%2BWalk%2B7.7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1442" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlHKE-nd2c/YO385t3pRyI/AAAAAAAAbao/cO4Jb7R5XsUcwvw2ceoM6A5Hvf1xDe_oQCLcBGAsYHQ/w333-h400/Long%2BWalk%2B7.7.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael began work on yet another summer project. He is building a climbing wall at the Switch Up, an after-school program in the neighboring town of Van Buren. He had offered to do this some years ago and now finally it was approved and is happening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i0kBeKiayY/YO9J23p5NcI/AAAAAAAAbbQ/fFELnIcUsB4gjcNun5giDLX2Qqb33oyuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="1200" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i0kBeKiayY/YO9J23p5NcI/AAAAAAAAbbQ/fFELnIcUsB4gjcNun5giDLX2Qqb33oyuACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/FotoJet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, July 9, was Leah's adopted birthday. These three young ladies, the Blakely landscaping crew,&nbsp; surprised her by clearing out an area and planting a flower garden of perennials and annuals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-jEdT8zngU/YO39C-Hna2I/AAAAAAAAbas/X_NaKwwHUQMy3o94i8sbS1Bozz5qJS-JwCLcBGAsYHQ/s738/leah%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-jEdT8zngU/YO39C-Hna2I/AAAAAAAAbas/X_NaKwwHUQMy3o94i8sbS1Bozz5qJS-JwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h296/leah%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>9 de julio </i>is also an important holiday in Argentina,&nbsp;<i>el Día de la Independencia. </i>I celebrated by listening to Argentine music played by a very gifted Argentine young man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, while Michael was out bicycling, I enjoyed a very interactive musical show by <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/">Mrs. Kate</a>. This special children's program was organized and sponsored by the local public library. The talented staff of four women includes our granddaughter Kayla, who also designed and made their t-shirts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzetWu4q4hY/YO3-cvMT8gI/AAAAAAAAba4/YCYz1Tb5h74WprLGIyVdZcTJCclMQ9bugCLcBGAsYHQ/s814/Mrs.%2BKate%2B7.10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="814" height="542" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzetWu4q4hY/YO3-cvMT8gI/AAAAAAAAba4/YCYz1Tb5h74WprLGIyVdZcTJCclMQ9bugCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h542/Mrs.%2BKate%2B7.10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Any other familiar faces in these pics?</div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/v4ETMkQIkvw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 27 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-27.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:88fe0d3c-d799-fdf5-218d-8df2d5da9d38 Tue, 06 Jul 2021 19:59:12 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another lovely array of blooms from Tennessee. Cousin Karin blesses us each week with one or more pics of her floral arrangements.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5_NPzawnBg/YORm-obEfgI/AAAAAAAAbWw/UgqUd1-wE0EQeGkdPcAE1Opx5nRrxCIuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B6-27-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5_NPzawnBg/YORm-obEfgI/AAAAAAAAbWw/UgqUd1-wE0EQeGkdPcAE1Opx5nRrxCIuACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B6-27-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to enjoy the changing local blossoms on my daily walks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On this day I also caught sight of one of the painted rocks Rebecca and I placed a couple weeks ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4TfQHW5tc/YORnunG0N_I/AAAAAAAAbXA/52Si0hRko6wPfHi7EGN_5BdMKK69jxQnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/lilies%2Band%2Bmail%2Bboxes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1461" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4TfQHW5tc/YORnunG0N_I/AAAAAAAAbXA/52Si0hRko6wPfHi7EGN_5BdMKK69jxQnQCLcBGAsYHQ/w390-h400/lilies%2Band%2Bmail%2Bboxes.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday evening, Karen served a delicious and colorful meal and for dessert, freshly picked wild black raspberries, very abundant on their property.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pm9ujGlKbU/YORn6-L_7RI/AAAAAAAAbXE/ez2ZhMJxtBQr3CsFgXUpBItGjF_wjnrJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1560/MND.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="1077" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pm9ujGlKbU/YORn6-L_7RI/AAAAAAAAbXE/ez2ZhMJxtBQr3CsFgXUpBItGjF_wjnrJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is still trying to finish painting our house. How to safely reach the highest part has taken trial and error. He checked out the different lifts available for rent. He thought a smaller one would work, but it was impossible to get close enough to the house without destroying the flower garden.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94eEQkZn8Co/YORoLgzgSMI/AAAAAAAAbXQ/bYGppciJbJA2xNjOBn5MYvPLHngYmjydwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/211859426_10101240241848806_8250121453667662324_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94eEQkZn8Co/YORoLgzgSMI/AAAAAAAAbXQ/bYGppciJbJA2xNjOBn5MYvPLHngYmjydwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/211859426_10101240241848806_8250121453667662324_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays, Rebecca usually comes over while Kayla works. We have a fun time doing a variety of activities: walk, games, piano, books. She loves to play hide and seek, not only taking turns finding one another but also locating Humming Bird (a finger puppet). This time it perched on Serenity while we played the piano.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBzccouTb9U/YORpRjTu81I/AAAAAAAAbXg/_rU9Vxs6s8gCn7QMKWI8fYlLtTITPhDaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/214747476_10101240242547406_1047622415040494671_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBzccouTb9U/YORpRjTu81I/AAAAAAAAbXg/_rU9Vxs6s8gCn7QMKWI8fYlLtTITPhDaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/214747476_10101240242547406_1047622415040494671_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The guys well-planned backpacking trip had to be postponed one day due to rain. Thursday, I went along to the church to see them off and then walk home, trying a new path.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RBk3xG2so/YORrHQx05jI/AAAAAAAAbXo/cZp-OasuHSc9pF86inAXfR0y9tKA8eqRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1548/hikers%2Band%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="1461" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RBk3xG2so/YORrHQx05jI/AAAAAAAAbXo/cZp-OasuHSc9pF86inAXfR0y9tKA8eqRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w604-h640/hikers%2Band%2Bwalk.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On their way to Charles Deam Wilderness, they stopped at a diner in Edinburgh for their famously large tenderloin sandwiches.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gCTENcCPTU/YORuDNn0r-I/AAAAAAAAbXw/MAGC36VqR9MdGLXxjw0XmGqnCIE6eKeQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2040/213374225_10224459522970900_6168500667823044857_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2040" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gCTENcCPTU/YORuDNn0r-I/AAAAAAAAbXw/MAGC36VqR9MdGLXxjw0XmGqnCIE6eKeQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/213374225_10224459522970900_6168500667823044857_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfQEqtK4b0/YORuLVtHySI/AAAAAAAAbX0/aa1u2LxZCT4OnaExTmvPlTHZn845b8CXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1461/Campsite.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1461" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfQEqtK4b0/YORuLVtHySI/AAAAAAAAbX0/aa1u2LxZCT4OnaExTmvPlTHZn845b8CXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/Campsite.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Campsite fellowship</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYY-3wSaJA8/YORuWlxCkdI/AAAAAAAAbX8/vNx5lZzSryQS-DuqQdfdd5AnLvuY291vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1064/Beauty.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="918" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYY-3wSaJA8/YORuWlxCkdI/AAAAAAAAbX8/vNx5lZzSryQS-DuqQdfdd5AnLvuY291vgCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h640/Beauty.jpg" width="552" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beauty of the panoramic landscape and the tiny details on the path</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me the first two days were quite lonely. Then Saturday I had a couple of visitors in the morning, and worked at the Helping Hand store in the afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1DtA8MnyP4/YORudCjuqXI/AAAAAAAAbYE/du_A57h71B0R5xNttW5RvP-m0nTDzgf2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/213628544_10101240243640216_1787667818884760016_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="631" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1DtA8MnyP4/YORudCjuqXI/AAAAAAAAbYE/du_A57h71B0R5xNttW5RvP-m0nTDzgf2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w263-h400/213628544_10101240243640216_1787667818884760016_n.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trisha and Jackson</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was good to go have Michael back and go out to eat together that evening to La Palma Mexican restaurant nearby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqQUAZInqk/YORvd9u6_SI/AAAAAAAAbYQ/-1RNxfeqrBk7ZAk_URwL3zO8a2Q4R1VogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/213078048_10101240621148686_2077904637572302977_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqQUAZInqk/YORvd9u6_SI/AAAAAAAAbYQ/-1RNxfeqrBk7ZAk_URwL3zO8a2Q4R1VogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/213078048_10101240621148686_2077904637572302977_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Y3IBpazcHnI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 26: Part 2--Backpacking and Babysitting https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-26-part-2-backpacking-and.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:77d2e8e9-8568-d51d-53f5-f89ce7930dab Thu, 01 Jul 2021 12:39:10 -0400 <p style="text-align: left;">The next big event of Week 26 was our first backpacking trip as a couple. I seem to remember that decades ago we did something similar as a family. (Kids, remind me.)&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TLj1difPA/YNzmpdCM_GI/AAAAAAAAbSg/qlf4ZQjTXhUbq7CphDku8nvzCzbDGQgGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s896/201045782_509013563701859_5452817000660564708_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="896" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TLj1difPA/YNzmpdCM_GI/AAAAAAAAbSg/qlf4ZQjTXhUbq7CphDku8nvzCzbDGQgGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/201045782_509013563701859_5452817000660564708_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Anyway, now well into my seventh decade, it loomed as a big deal. However, it was a pleasant experience, not too difficult or burdensome.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">We hiked the Bloodroot Trail, enjoyed the natural beauty along the two-miles to campsite #1.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l3n3qElr5k/YNoU-y5PvSI/AAAAAAAAbQE/X5pQP1EpbAYdNh1ywzb4BuwStSs5M21iwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1628/Bloodroot%2BTrail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1628" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l3n3qElr5k/YNoU-y5PvSI/AAAAAAAAbQE/X5pQP1EpbAYdNh1ywzb4BuwStSs5M21iwCLcBGAsYHQ/w293-h400/Bloodroot%2BTrail.jpg" width="293" /></a></p><p>Michael researched, planned and prepared expertly so we had everything we could need without carrying very heavy packs. Over several days he dried a variety of vegetables, eggs and fruit to be reconstituted for our meals. The first evening we had chicken tortilla soup!&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40UZ6ihGsI/YNoVJ10TYYI/AAAAAAAAbQI/n3heHgtmU1gSaodJae6S9KNJFCcgoy1xACLcBGAsYHQ/s1274/camping%2Bmeal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1274" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40UZ6ihGsI/YNoVJ10TYYI/AAAAAAAAbQI/n3heHgtmU1gSaodJae6S9KNJFCcgoy1xACLcBGAsYHQ/w374-h400/camping%2Bmeal.jpg" width="374" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I survived the backpacking test! We may be doing this again sometime and for longer stays. This new adventure may take the place of our tandem vacations which ended two years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWaty68drjA/YNzm51HX6fI/AAAAAAAAbSo/5AZjABofezAeG4CqDFYBcGB4rNWJWqdBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/First%2Bbackpacking.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWaty68drjA/YNzm51HX6fI/AAAAAAAAbSo/5AZjABofezAeG4CqDFYBcGB4rNWJWqdBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/First%2Bbackpacking.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">The next highlight of the week was to spend time with the youngest grandsons while mom and dad were on their 22nd anniversary getaway. "Babysitting" is not the correct word (but it rhymed with backpacking in the title!) for two reasons: Zion and Jude are not babies, and we did not do much sitting!</p><p style="text-align: left;">Malachi and Lexi had them overnight Thursday and then dropped them off at the Upland Library to participate in some kid activities. When I joined them there, we put together a puzzle map of the US, a learning experience for me too!&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">One of Kayla's roles at the library is to plan and prepare activities, games and crafts for the children. This week they had to create an imaginary animal.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc9Y6-wmw08/YNoZn8vjuBI/AAAAAAAAbQc/9RFGWqdkpjIyjUXMFzXIZg_wkd0uwopcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s899/208374127_10101236423969866_5204692505638668659_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="899" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc9Y6-wmw08/YNoZn8vjuBI/AAAAAAAAbQc/9RFGWqdkpjIyjUXMFzXIZg_wkd0uwopcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208374127_10101236423969866_5204692505638668659_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cowpig (says Moink); Bunnywhale; Shurtle</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Rebecca was ready to spend the day with the cousins. We first stopped to see Aunt Leah's animals.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">She taught us how to pick up and hold cats.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOorX1HVZnk/YNoYQetMqYI/AAAAAAAAbQU/tE-IKwToE38JFm4nXgPDeQPiyqFlkOXeACLcBGAsYHQ/s1191/kittens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="1191" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOorX1HVZnk/YNoYQetMqYI/AAAAAAAAbQU/tE-IKwToE38JFm4nXgPDeQPiyqFlkOXeACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h314/kittens.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">The young'uns and I had a lot of fun. Rebecca and Jude played the piano. We played several games of Splendor and tried out three of the four game extensions, read a book from my childhood (still relevant today!); had ice cream at Ivanhoe's, and much more.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Saturday, the boys walked the Detamore Trail with me. Thus they earned their lunch at The Bridge! They did, however, sit often on the nifty benches made from bottle caps and lids collected by the community and purchased by the Town of Upland.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jj5OKIA3ca8/YNoZxIEvWaI/AAAAAAAAbQg/R73Yh7XF-lcR0vq24w1jhXiYYfQjhDdjACLcBGAsYHQ/s1207/trail.bridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1207" data-original-width="1191" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jj5OKIA3ca8/YNoZxIEvWaI/AAAAAAAAbQg/R73Yh7XF-lcR0vq24w1jhXiYYfQjhDdjACLcBGAsYHQ/w316-h320/trail.bridge.jpg" width="316" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">As promised here is Part 2 of this midyear blog post. And today is July 1st when chapter 9 published in <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/06/age-two.html?m=1">My Argentina</a>.&nbsp;</p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/nta3uFDEr24" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 26: Part 1--Uncle Dan https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/week-26-part-1-uncle-dan.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6e853cce-90b8-a48f-7284-0f44d9d0f80c Tue, 29 Jun 2021 12:22:30 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">This time I open with blooms from Maine, not Tennessee. That is where I spent the weekend. No one guessed the airport hints from last post.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Anyway, my brother Alan and I flew from Indianapolis to Portland, Maine, rented a car and drove to Waterville to visit our one remaining uncle--Daniel Hirschy (Mother's brother) who still lives at home at age 103. His two youngest daughters live with him. Kathy grows lovely flowers, too many to photograph all of them. I chose this honeysuckle bush because the start came from Grandma Hirschy and also it reminds me of the kind we enjoyed in Argentina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo6R_c2MvSA/YNoSxCmiQxI/AAAAAAAAbPM/1yN8Ch2QFvI4nKWCxkjW26qh8A-A00QUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208619744_10101236420806206_2740172804800289102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo6R_c2MvSA/YNoSxCmiQxI/AAAAAAAAbPM/1yN8Ch2QFvI4nKWCxkjW26qh8A-A00QUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208619744_10101236420806206_2740172804800289102_n.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">On the 21st of June, he commented that he is already two months into his 104th. He does not complain, says he's nearing heaven (but does not act like it!). Several times he spoke of longing to see the 14 martyred pastors he trained. In 1973 Dan and Eleanor Hirschy went back to Chad for their seventh term. It only lasted 4 months before they were detained and evicted for "subversive" teaching that kept the people from performing the required idolatrous initiation rites. Fourteen church leaders were arrested, shot and buried in a mass grave.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He regaled us with stories of their many years in Africa: hunting elephants (back when it was allowed and the natives made good use of every part), antelope, hippos; building their house (ant hills, best soil for making bricks) and furniture; toils and travels.&nbsp;<br /><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAMOfhDz78k/YNoTnZyASUI/AAAAAAAAbPo/hsih2XOOJ3smg-vrby1r59H1lKi1ne5ngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1553/Home%2Bin%2BChad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1553" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAMOfhDz78k/YNoTnZyASUI/AAAAAAAAbPo/hsih2XOOJ3smg-vrby1r59H1lKi1ne5ngCLcBGAsYHQ/w490-h640/Home%2Bin%2BChad.jpg" width="490" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Their home in Africa</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEqHYruuKw/YNoTDozb0HI/AAAAAAAAbPU/De0F-1YWpxgBG6r4-_vWZoU3GhhhLZzqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Uncle%2BDan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEqHYruuKw/YNoTDozb0HI/AAAAAAAAbPU/De0F-1YWpxgBG6r4-_vWZoU3GhhhLZzqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Uncle%2BDan.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He loves poetry, always has. I recorded several, and hope I can upload at least one. His favorite one by Robert Burns, oft quoted to his wife--<i><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43812/a-red-red-rose#:~:text=So%20fair%20art%20thou%2C%20my,a'%20the%20seas%20gang%20dry.">A Red, Red Rose</a>.&nbsp;</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He enjoyed telling us stories about his treasured things. The little swing he made for a couple's Valentine get together where each wife had to guess which one was made for her. Eleanor recognized her husband's handiwork immediately and the reference to their favorite spot.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">The girls play a word game with him almost daily. I played one with him Sunday afternoon. Despite his very poor eye sight, he taught me anagrams.<br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QEQHk5KCnY/YNtAvt0as7I/AAAAAAAAbRA/DlzwYv9-cfgCcwIoQOtZPg8mrWW8qYCUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208680485_10101236424219366_2390568459747621952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QEQHk5KCnY/YNtAvt0as7I/AAAAAAAAbRA/DlzwYv9-cfgCcwIoQOtZPg8mrWW8qYCUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208680485_10101236424219366_2390568459747621952_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Photo credit, Alan Hoyt</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">The girls take such good care of their father. I say that's the secret of his long life!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwEkDvKrEc/YNoTKgfw3_I/AAAAAAAAbPY/p08A4O6-F0I1I2Gl1J4a9eYfik6Ydzm3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Hirschy%2Bsisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwEkDvKrEc/YNoTKgfw3_I/AAAAAAAAbPY/p08A4O6-F0I1I2Gl1J4a9eYfik6Ydzm3ACLcBGAsYHQ/w636-h640/Hirschy%2Bsisters.jpg" width="636" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sunday dinner; Linda by the sign she painted; Kathy and Pumpkin the cat.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Linda has artistic talent like her father before her, and my mother (he has several of her paintings in his room)! I learned that our grandfather Hirschy also painted some, but didn't have time with his full life as a pastor and family of six.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXypGxtn-Q8/YNoTyulRYfI/AAAAAAAAbPs/lKCF-Ebh4LseNJ5L_GWUyQaehaNU-xt-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/209046220_10101236420841136_8333724266215357306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXypGxtn-Q8/YNoTyulRYfI/AAAAAAAAbPs/lKCF-Ebh4LseNJ5L_GWUyQaehaNU-xt-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/209046220_10101236420841136_8333724266215357306_n.jpg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Painting by Uncle Dan in his youth</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Both sisters have worked at the same hospital for more than 35 years. Kathy is the one who drives and helps Uncle Dan in and out of the car. He still loves to go to church. Even though he cannot hear hardly, he thrives on the fellowship.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zixZ2x4diUc/YNoTU5ydhdI/AAAAAAAAbPg/dbAAIRTN5fAuQ28wW3K_1d9ohVv4ThVPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zixZ2x4diUc/YNoTU5ydhdI/AAAAAAAAbPg/dbAAIRTN5fAuQ28wW3K_1d9ohVv4ThVPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w636-h640/FotoJet.jpg" width="636" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Getting in and out of the car; Alan helping him up the ramp and into the church</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">You gathered, I'm sure, that it was a full and blessed weekend. The flights were smooth as well, although we were delayed five hours on our return due to weather. We were grateful it was not cancelled.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Meanwhile back in Indiana, Michael spent most of Monday involved in the memorial service for a faithful mentor who worked with the robotics team many years.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xq6Zc0Twos/YNoUSoNPHfI/AAAAAAAAbP0/9pq_kS1H9UUmKCAhpSsbHhTpk8pNUt4UwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1553/Gary%2BRice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1553" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xq6Zc0Twos/YNoUSoNPHfI/AAAAAAAAbP0/9pq_kS1H9UUmKCAhpSsbHhTpk8pNUt4UwCLcBGAsYHQ/w306-h400/Gary%2BRice.jpg" width="306" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">And he continued painting the house during every spare moment.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FQEmzbqjU/YNoUhqaO41I/AAAAAAAAbP4/bJCst99ktBYqNYgUMugaV34KQvWEMUJjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208680120_10101236423510786_2403351069922623991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FQEmzbqjU/YNoUhqaO41I/AAAAAAAAbP4/bJCst99ktBYqNYgUMugaV34KQvWEMUJjQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/208680120_10101236423510786_2403351069922623991_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Look for Part 2 <i>mañana o pasado </i>(tomorrow or the next day).</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/N3eJF5RTPYw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Thank You, Dr. Leax, for Your Inspiration (part 2) https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/06/24/thank-you-dr-leax-for-your-inspiration-part-2/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:72366ab3-e76f-dde7-41dc-3620b18d14a6 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 18:46:59 -0400 I am recently inspired by a book that I randomly picked up in a dusty resale shop in Marion, Indiana. You know how it goes &#8212; at least if you&#8217;re a reader or writer &#8212; the first stop is in the back where castoffs unsold at garage sales or lugged from overflowing home libraries rest [&#8230;] Summer's Eve https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/summers-eve.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb2896a9-4952-6cdd-f559-381d33b22f47 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 11:45:40 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karin has so many flowers that she made two Sunday bouquets. Do you have a preference?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I always liked calla lilies because they were abundant in Argentina, but had only ever seen white ones.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tnJ0_aLJGY/YNN8L-KRsbI/AAAAAAAAbK8/oA7RnNfUpFAjtkjFhj-7HwESxmiiDBFWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/bouquets%2B6.13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tnJ0_aLJGY/YNN8L-KRsbI/AAAAAAAAbK8/oA7RnNfUpFAjtkjFhj-7HwESxmiiDBFWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquets%2B6.13.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to go for a walk most days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Monday, I was taking this picture from the bridge when Michael drove by on his way to work at Stephan's.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uocDLkkC7qw/YNN8VlHTpsI/AAAAAAAAbLA/bDru3kgdfOUDj3RUgAtVo3BdlxGpM4SlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/198841933_10101229669989896_7160180650985524250_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uocDLkkC7qw/YNN8VlHTpsI/AAAAAAAAbLA/bDru3kgdfOUDj3RUgAtVo3BdlxGpM4SlACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/198841933_10101229669989896_7160180650985524250_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what the house looked like as I drove in that evening for the weekly dinner.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs84vHynZWw/YNN88pvk-cI/AAAAAAAAbLY/fGqwmxga4MckX78s6ntqzjmsVaKT5GsEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/173977612_10101233560213856_8027747565224798289_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="960" height="285" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs84vHynZWw/YNN88pvk-cI/AAAAAAAAbLY/fGqwmxga4MckX78s6ntqzjmsVaKT5GsEwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h285/173977612_10101233560213856_8027747565224798289_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesdays, my friend Jane and I walk for an hour. The daisies were everywhere.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j_PgS7eZZA/YNN9MxBy7sI/AAAAAAAAbLk/t3c9fcw5TUcAmI-CPQRRAI8PKfz-l2IrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/204833307_10101233560243796_4882780424285936051_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j_PgS7eZZA/YNN9MxBy7sI/AAAAAAAAbLk/t3c9fcw5TUcAmI-CPQRRAI8PKfz-l2IrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/204833307_10101233560243796_4882780424285936051_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I accomplished some bigger cleaning projects this week. One was the deck. We enjoyed a couple meals outdoors in the beautiful weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOpnei-WSOY/YNN8i7I4tOI/AAAAAAAAbLI/9hQjlafgfqoLBku6cE_XNzJUmlXmpp_LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/203582491_10101233560183916_4002876790102649823_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOpnei-WSOY/YNN8i7I4tOI/AAAAAAAAbLI/9hQjlafgfqoLBku6cE_XNzJUmlXmpp_LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/203582491_10101233560183916_4002876790102649823_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael stayed home most of the week and began tackling the big project of repainting the house.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lBPUyVHENQ/YNN82HNPqkI/AAAAAAAAbLU/VKv3zFeoPz4JbHUnGzCboM3tpHLqnJtbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/206029413_10101234365584886_8215587885165497691_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lBPUyVHENQ/YNN82HNPqkI/AAAAAAAAbLU/VKv3zFeoPz4JbHUnGzCboM3tpHLqnJtbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/206029413_10101234365584886_8215587885165497691_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday, I picked up Rebecca from the library. She wanted to visit Kalani, so we dropped by briefly. Later we painted rocks and went out in the neighborhood to distribute or hide them.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg4WqVTxjDI/YNN_POSvlTI/AAAAAAAAbL8/aSK804GgZ-ovH9Mo5O1-JNhVA8dfoN7ywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/R%2B%2526%2BK%2Bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1298" height="404" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg4WqVTxjDI/YNN_POSvlTI/AAAAAAAAbL8/aSK804GgZ-ovH9Mo5O1-JNhVA8dfoN7ywCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h404/R%2B%2526%2BK%2Bday.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Thursday was like a date-day. Michael and I hiked the Taylor U cross country track, went for a swim in Dove's Crossing pool (Stephan and Karen's), did some shopping and ate dinner at Applebee's.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvmkPSbA4Cw/YNN_cs9W4TI/AAAAAAAAbMA/jHtk2Cj4yuESbODgL97b-RVV5ezKTOx0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/CrossCountry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1298" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvmkPSbA4Cw/YNN_cs9W4TI/AAAAAAAAbMA/jHtk2Cj4yuESbODgL97b-RVV5ezKTOx0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/CrossCountry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, my brother Alan and I flew for a weekend visit to a very special relative.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you guess from where we took off and where we went?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_CQ7mrqss/YNN_oItk78I/AAAAAAAAbMI/-lJEY84IYy0CA1VEVv_i6Emc1GkxzZ_qgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/airports.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="1298" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_CQ7mrqss/YNN_oItk78I/AAAAAAAAbMI/-lJEY84IYy0CA1VEVv_i6Emc1GkxzZ_qgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/airports.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Much more to tell about our wonderful time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, I must publish this, last week's report, before it's time for another one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YAMf9DA7qVg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Highs and Lows https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-fragrant-dahlia-snatched-from-bush.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b1cbc9e8-8589-f834-ddac-874b6656ecc1 Wed, 16 Jun 2021 11:51:32 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The fragrant dahlia, snatched from a bush by the side of the road, and placed in Leah's colorful decoupaged vase, brought me joy this week.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aS_JwI4U/YMeNZF_5pNI/AAAAAAAAbKY/_Zy4NqBolwMxJ_jAnE9ePKob-C3orcttwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1306/198038335_10101229694106566_8002502316224308974_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aS_JwI4U/YMeNZF_5pNI/AAAAAAAAbKY/_Zy4NqBolwMxJ_jAnE9ePKob-C3orcttwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/198038335_10101229694106566_8002502316224308974_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I have been accused of&nbsp; portraying an unrealistically positive family life in my blog. True, I may be an incorrigible optimist. However, I must admit that we lived a most difficult and painful week, the kind that one does not talk about openly.&nbsp;<div><div>I thought this post would consist only of the different wildflowers I discovered on my walk each day. However, as the week unfolded, meaningful memories surfaced, and serious struggles led to major victories.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>Monday evening as I drove into the Dove Crossing lane (Stephan and Karen's), I had to stop to admire the poppies and cornflowers (?) <span style="font-size: x-small;">[Please add or correct names as we go along.]</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjrGlyqA3E8/YMd9Z-ztsSI/AAAAAAAAbJE/TyWdbjdC0l46hs7fdGlwioFs_05amhNAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201201191_10101229668018846_9035148965879484028_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjrGlyqA3E8/YMd9Z-ztsSI/AAAAAAAAbJE/TyWdbjdC0l46hs7fdGlwioFs_05amhNAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201201191_10101229668018846_9035148965879484028_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next, of course, is to notice all the progress on the new house, the work of father and son, including some tricky laying on roof maneuvers pictured in Karen's blog post&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/" style="text-align: center;">More siding</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On our Tuesday walk, Jane and I admired these azalea bushes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKEIBSbsUY/YMd-u2cs0pI/AAAAAAAAbJM/NHd7LRBVdkcjWYYXO_OLpCVWocIJZu0rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/azaleas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKEIBSbsUY/YMd-u2cs0pI/AAAAAAAAbJM/NHd7LRBVdkcjWYYXO_OLpCVWocIJZu0rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/azaleas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I walked through the woods. She wanted to get as close as possible to the pond in the back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paODoLFta7o/YMd_Ebxe3LI/AAAAAAAAbJU/yjQygTRrEIMAwC3AQQExaDvBChfrPKoQACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201313824_10101229668298286_410023157842692817_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paODoLFta7o/YMd_Ebxe3LI/AAAAAAAAbJU/yjQygTRrEIMAwC3AQQExaDvBChfrPKoQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201313824_10101229668298286_410023157842692817_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, was grandson-in-law Matt's birthday, which always reminds me of our house fire, June 10th 2011, ten years ago already!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2011/06/">After the house fire</a>, a post I wrote describes the clean up that followed and includes a photo with tall Matt in the back. We had paused for a wonderful lunch our friend Dane brought us from the annual Strawberry Festival going on in Upland--tenderloin sandwiches and strawberry shortcakes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0SYjSOCP4k/YMeCF1Y6S3I/AAAAAAAAbJk/5Lzin1IgRx8-QqmYlB6D9HLzlcFgKvrNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMAG0048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="640" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0SYjSOCP4k/YMeCF1Y6S3I/AAAAAAAAbJk/5Lzin1IgRx8-QqmYlB6D9HLzlcFgKvrNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h239/IMAG0048.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Leah posted this memory: among the ashes a reminder that God was with us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5lX_4f70g/YMeACaNSN2I/AAAAAAAAbJc/_mQ8qwQ4mzoVQfAOc6S0ZQwiO1IE8oE7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s808/242307_10150203090582934_4306334_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5lX_4f70g/YMeACaNSN2I/AAAAAAAAbJc/_mQ8qwQ4mzoVQfAOc6S0ZQwiO1IE8oE7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242307_10150203090582934_4306334_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah's most recent painting also reflects the concept of a stable core amidst the dancing fighting emotions we experience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9udwZQeNPTw/YMeCYF-1ncI/AAAAAAAAbJs/DL4EM3Ls8xUzpHmE_9ZgJkKs2PtMksdYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/200901041_10101227643980036_2945809531689788148_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9udwZQeNPTw/YMeCYF-1ncI/AAAAAAAAbJs/DL4EM3Ls8xUzpHmE_9ZgJkKs2PtMksdYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/200901041_10101227643980036_2945809531689788148_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my walk that day on the Detamore trail I encountered so many beautiful reminders of God's hand in nature and only wish I could also post the fragrances I enjoyed along the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJn8xqHVayA/YMeMqfYjrfI/AAAAAAAAbKQ/JaLEdi_EAREZrZHCFaVwWBlWGZADusB-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/trail%2Bblooms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJn8xqHVayA/YMeMqfYjrfI/AAAAAAAAbKQ/JaLEdi_EAREZrZHCFaVwWBlWGZADusB-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w462-h640/trail%2Bblooms.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Friday, I observed how death and&nbsp;new life coexist all around us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoIwiMFb7rI/YMeL12swSHI/AAAAAAAAbJ8/Ir649_eCiLoRJK68TK5lon7Sj63cearxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s868/death%2Band%2Blife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="868" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoIwiMFb7rI/YMeL12swSHI/AAAAAAAAbJ8/Ir649_eCiLoRJK68TK5lon7Sj63cearxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/death%2Band%2Blife.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon we attended the memorial service for a well loved woman, our former neighbor,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/thestarpress/obituary.aspx?n=hope-carroll-robinson&amp;pid=198958809" style="text-align: left;">Hope Robinson</a>. The church was packed with some of the hundreds of people she helped and cared for over the years, especially the foreign students she welcomed and provided for. They called her Grandma Hope.</div><div><br /></div>Saturday, as usual Michael left to ride his bicycle with the group from Muncie. He was wearing the jersey from eleven years ago when he attempted the very challenging French Pyrenees. This time it was the 94 degree heat that was too much. Mid afternoon he called to be picked up in the neighboring town after completing 75 of the 100 miles.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8O5wGFBsy8/YMeFW0c4t1I/AAAAAAAAbJ0/w3cWKKNCd28DB2WVj-DOXwPyND1CmaMHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201511912_10101229668647586_8379968796685805222_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8O5wGFBsy8/YMeFW0c4t1I/AAAAAAAAbJ0/w3cWKKNCd28DB2WVj-DOXwPyND1CmaMHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201511912_10101229668647586_8379968796685805222_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I put in my monthly shift at Helping Hand and afterwards enjoyed food, music, vendors at the Strawberry Festival.</div><div>Earlier Leah's family walked her dog Zeus in the puppy parade.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rynZFE6xKKY/YMeMDZdzjnI/AAAAAAAAbKA/JH2gQAe0Qjs412oFUzH6ne4XyG5YtSB0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Dog%2BParade.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rynZFE6xKKY/YMeMDZdzjnI/AAAAAAAAbKA/JH2gQAe0Qjs412oFUzH6ne4XyG5YtSB0QCLcBGAsYHQ/w462-h640/Dog%2BParade.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, and I also attended the ceremony to honor two deserving members of the Upland community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICF4XgfZc2w/YMeMUvXr-fI/AAAAAAAAbKI/jg9EkrEprf4GWksozbiHjtxPIsJqcSMhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/200758354_10101229669765346_1105224107789762353_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICF4XgfZc2w/YMeMUvXr-fI/AAAAAAAAbKI/jg9EkrEprf4GWksozbiHjtxPIsJqcSMhgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/200758354_10101229669765346_1105224107789762353_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Later at home I watched a livestreamed&nbsp;<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqoVceIWxsc&amp;t=5514s">Celebration of Doulos</a>, our home for five years, 1978-1983. A good end to a difficult week.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YZqrifmrZVs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Life's Rollercoaster https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/lifes-rollercoaster.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:1c8f655f-9cf6-b504-ee89-584fc8459f43 Wed, 09 Jun 2021 11:58:35 -0400 <p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spzrtoUHeH8/YMAWmj8m3vI/AAAAAAAAbHs/_JBgPhkHGVYv2yu8mm6rhnKzcqGRva2SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/193751620_10101221948618586_6586605669091359292_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spzrtoUHeH8/YMAWmj8m3vI/AAAAAAAAbHs/_JBgPhkHGVYv2yu8mm6rhnKzcqGRva2SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/193751620_10101221948618586_6586605669091359292_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last iris</td></tr></tbody></table>Stephan's 2020 birthday gift--the Indy 500 with Dad--was postponed due to Covid. But 5/30/21 found them enjoying the event on a perfectly beautiful day--a wonderful break from all the work on the house.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0GwgEyLts/YMAV-ksw41I/AAAAAAAAbHk/yAFwPhKnvSg9S80s9rfAIb2ONHz1V1vsQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2283/194992922_10101225738847936_6534418818931606457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="371" data-original-width="2283" height="104" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0GwgEyLts/YMAV-ksw41I/AAAAAAAAbHk/yAFwPhKnvSg9S80s9rfAIb2ONHz1V1vsQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h104/194992922_10101225738847936_6534418818931606457_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course they were back at it on Monday, even though it was a holiday. While they worked all day on the siding, I prepared a lot of food for a family Memorial Day/Monday Night Dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandpa gave the younger boys a ride in the bucket of the boom lift.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gN9IuMpTGpQ/YMDaiaZiBuI/AAAAAAAAbIg/vt9yTwBjfY8wJA44gsFuqzdrzPde9KZhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/194858081_10101225737964706_6574450167741244520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gN9IuMpTGpQ/YMDaiaZiBuI/AAAAAAAAbIg/vt9yTwBjfY8wJA44gsFuqzdrzPde9KZhwCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/194858081_10101225737964706_6574450167741244520_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My friend Petey arranged an outing with our two girls, her granddaughter Edna (4) and my great granddaughter Rebecca (6). Our plans changed a couple times due to closings and the rain, but we ended up at the Muncie Children's Museum and had a fun time. Rebecca's favorite is to pretend to shop in the grocery store or be at the cash register. In the end we almost had to drag her out of there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The staff also prepared a magnet-coloring activity for the young visitors. On the way home the tired girls were happy to play games on their iPads.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GY9sJarjvjI/YMAYq3WWS9I/AAAAAAAAbH8/4unGV-X6CdErt0kwYNUqoNbY3DWM7YUEACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/MCM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="2048" height="352" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GY9sJarjvjI/YMAYq3WWS9I/AAAAAAAAbH8/4unGV-X6CdErt0kwYNUqoNbY3DWM7YUEACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h352/MCM.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These photos Petey captured of Rebecca are my favorites.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0OwVCCI5ic/YMDYEF2PWZI/AAAAAAAAbII/DIWzsRrq6-gt1urdBQcKp3aM0pV86y-CwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Rebecca%2Bby%2BPetey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0OwVCCI5ic/YMDYEF2PWZI/AAAAAAAAbII/DIWzsRrq6-gt1urdBQcKp3aM0pV86y-CwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Rebecca%2Bby%2BPetey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still get out for a walk every day, through our woods one day, but most of the time out on the road. Only I do not like the amount of traffic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngIY4My64bw/YMAY3bpbecI/AAAAAAAAbIA/BiUzpRuCOIQqra2NmULe7Zf-2dvVZZTlgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/197052107_10101225736183276_1510480212185246064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="743" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngIY4My64bw/YMAY3bpbecI/AAAAAAAAbIA/BiUzpRuCOIQqra2NmULe7Zf-2dvVZZTlgCLcBGAsYHQ/w310-h400/197052107_10101225736183276_1510480212185246064_n.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7U7BAkaEbE/YMDYZMrvrkI/AAAAAAAAbIQ/pPKUHLUOmvgf0-RUg2mIpem_G4l2o2ZSACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/197641086_10101225736088466_3752758148391005639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7U7BAkaEbE/YMDYZMrvrkI/AAAAAAAAbIQ/pPKUHLUOmvgf0-RUg2mIpem_G4l2o2ZSACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/197641086_10101225736088466_3752758148391005639_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The evenings we watch television together, sometimes I color or knit. My latest coloring speaks to a very difficult situation we faced this week. Life is like that--a mix of beauty and pain.&nbsp;</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftOAxbSQ10/YMDYkfJqlAI/AAAAAAAAbIU/fdew_61oJBQdq8ke48XQIsHsY23UJGWZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/197989572_10101225736233176_2419194428956324418_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="889" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftOAxbSQ10/YMDYkfJqlAI/AAAAAAAAbIU/fdew_61oJBQdq8ke48XQIsHsY23UJGWZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/197989572_10101225736233176_2419194428956324418_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/RZrfvnrsNVc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Houses, birthdays, life https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/houses-birthdays-life.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4c9cac16-c6e1-df8f-8c54-5c18931d611d Wed, 02 Jun 2021 10:55:01 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hD-nyMf1WxA/YLZ3PMtbrTI/AAAAAAAAbE8/8CbL0er4TcIZVI7tPf6iNneTs3zqhExZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-23-2021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hD-nyMf1WxA/YLZ3PMtbrTI/AAAAAAAAbE8/8CbL0er4TcIZVI7tPf6iNneTs3zqhExZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-23-2021.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet, May 23</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon, I drove up to Winona Lake for a very special birthday party. The missionary neighbor we called Aunt Margaret, turned 100 May 25th. Jim and Margaret Marshall moved in next to us in a big 15-room house in La Carlota, our first location in Argentina. I was only five or six. The last couple decades of their lives brought the two couples together again in the same neighborhood and during their final years they lived in the same health care residence for seniors. Margaret survived them all. She always said she wanted to make it to her 100th birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was so good to see her again after more than a year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_aBbLoNycA/YLZ-jXL7g0I/AAAAAAAAbFw/tCGIFCHI5KYBYfsv0enGC9Qhgg6SOFpLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/194508517_10101222863470216_4204877575748250860_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_aBbLoNycA/YLZ-jXL7g0I/AAAAAAAAbFw/tCGIFCHI5KYBYfsv0enGC9Qhgg6SOFpLACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/194508517_10101222863470216_4204877575748250860_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p>My friend Darlene also had a birthday this week. We don't get together very often, so it was good to share lunch and conversation at Payne's.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZB3kfke0_g/YLZ844dPkPI/AAAAAAAAbFc/mhCb8IJBDEw20kcjQYwJjjpeoYUDWIbdACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/192102929_10101222866643856_3081398876674832187_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZB3kfke0_g/YLZ844dPkPI/AAAAAAAAbFc/mhCb8IJBDEw20kcjQYwJjjpeoYUDWIbdACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/192102929_10101222866643856_3081398876674832187_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had been coming down with a serious head cold. He rested Sunday, but Monday was back working on Stephan and Karen's house. When I went there for the weekly dinner, my phone was dying so I only managed to get one photo of the progress.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezFvA4PTA9A/YLZ8igNgUEI/AAAAAAAAbFU/iEJjPAHJ__EBcu9U6uGxqEGi5DLy043ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/195371237_10101222866713716_357278220156347253_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezFvA4PTA9A/YLZ8igNgUEI/AAAAAAAAbFU/iEJjPAHJ__EBcu9U6uGxqEGi5DLy043ewCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/195371237_10101222866713716_357278220156347253_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I borrowed this photo from <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/05/28/so-much-progress/">Karen's blog</a> to show what Michael has been doing all week. He cut the metal siding to fit and install around the nine windows. The urgency is to complete all the high work with the lift and avoid renting the expensive equipment for another week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJAEty3ADcs/YLaFvG9iRPI/AAAAAAAAbGk/-vv08bR8Ry8Ui-yAhds2md3IT1mn3EQHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/dsc01599.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJAEty3ADcs/YLaFvG9iRPI/AAAAAAAAbGk/-vv08bR8Ry8Ui-yAhds2md3IT1mn3EQHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/dsc01599.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is unstoppable, even when fighting a cold. If he was home and it wasn't raining, he found time to mow. Look closely and you will see him in this pic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW-LabA8hVA/YLZ2jdxQdmI/AAAAAAAAbE0/4S1q9atHaG0uFLM6asEJbuC2vscHnwVgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187273424_10101215205975896_9081376707516781488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW-LabA8hVA/YLZ2jdxQdmI/AAAAAAAAbE0/4S1q9atHaG0uFLM6asEJbuC2vscHnwVgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/187273424_10101215205975896_9081376707516781488_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Robotics slowed down considerably, which allows him to give so much time to the house-building.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I try to make the most of all the time alone, walk most days, meet with friends, write and more.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jane and I enjoyed the rhododendrons and other blooms on our walk together Tuesday to the bridge over the Mississinewa River.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-6hBCwI-wc/YLZ-XZ03vWI/AAAAAAAAbFs/0VFHNJXEllkwhUd39r2UNlPagacCZXn0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/rhododendron.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1153" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-6hBCwI-wc/YLZ-XZ03vWI/AAAAAAAAbFs/0VFHNJXEllkwhUd39r2UNlPagacCZXn0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w384-h400/rhododendron.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wednesday was Michael's 50+27 birthday, as he prefers to call it,emphasis on the 50! He caught up with me, but I cannot keep up with him! He worked all day, of course. So, I invited Moriah to stop by for a quiet evening. We played an extension of Splendor, and we let him win! ;-)</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lb3B0EW8xI/YLZ_U50FmAI/AAAAAAAAbF8/vBM9gySm7RE4iQC6ymKN0m1tCw9FrdhjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/194704812_10101222876284536_7132991183035439262_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="1440" height="210" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lb3B0EW8xI/YLZ_U50FmAI/AAAAAAAAbF8/vBM9gySm7RE4iQC6ymKN0m1tCw9FrdhjwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h210/194704812_10101222876284536_7132991183035439262_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>We heard from our other girl, happy to be reunited with her family and enjoying her assistant editor internship job.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xc7NXpbEC3I/YLaB5SXft6I/AAAAAAAAbGE/enwsQ32L4nsH71KccOLu4HIZJDdY9E8uACLcBGAsYHQ/s1153/Kendra%2BKatie%2BZach.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="1153" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xc7NXpbEC3I/YLaB5SXft6I/AAAAAAAAbGE/enwsQ32L4nsH71KccOLu4HIZJDdY9E8uACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h310/Kendra%2BKatie%2BZach.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kendra and little sister Katie; Kendra, Katie and Zach</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I visited Leah on Thursday, I was introduced to three new kittens. She runs a well organized cat maternity hospital!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZhCN9w_sx8/YLaEWbeBv4I/AAAAAAAAbGU/rz4lDoi-U4kdkL5bKbeCrm8_FkiShwbQACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/195043540_10101222850630946_8354573392190727954_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZhCN9w_sx8/YLaEWbeBv4I/AAAAAAAAbGU/rz4lDoi-U4kdkL5bKbeCrm8_FkiShwbQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/195043540_10101222850630946_8354573392190727954_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my daily walks, I see interesting sights. Honeysuckle always reminds me of childhood, sucking the honey from the blossom. On a rainy day, I found this interesting puddle. Best of all is the time to think and pray.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzCgPtrOCeI/YLaFEtVCVEI/AAAAAAAAbGc/D1aQ0FFYnbAp8tZ0OmQp7rPYDVlT6iCtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1153/Walk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="1153" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzCgPtrOCeI/YLaFEtVCVEI/AAAAAAAAbGc/D1aQ0FFYnbAp8tZ0OmQp7rPYDVlT6iCtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h190/Walk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam has been working on his house to finish and make it PERFECT (he has very high standards!), but now it is for sale as they plan to move nearer to the Greenfield schools area where Kristie works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwwS8eFPj2M/YLaD5n6fLTI/AAAAAAAAbGM/RloSUQODiNEVTXKWTwSLszArWCy9-jz_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/safe_image.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="500" height="332" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwwS8eFPj2M/YLaD5n6fLTI/AAAAAAAAbGM/RloSUQODiNEVTXKWTwSLszArWCy9-jz_QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h332/safe_image.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.talktotucker.com/homes/4909-e-county-road-450-n-muncie-in-47303/677112?fbclid=iwar29ytaldahmx7wwc5nelnjcna2txmmawnrggdjr1fejsoakd-lxvz_le0y">House for Sale</a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After many weeks of fewer TV evenings (or at least ones when we were awake enough to watch an entire episode) we finally finished the&nbsp;<i>Foyle's War</i>&nbsp;series.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This week I also listened to Eric Metaxas' biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer--powerful warning for our times.</div></div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/UHPXqAZcihA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding the Copyright Page https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/05/27/lets-get-tech-y-adding-the-copyright-page/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:9fb42f32-7de1-4f24-0fa9-835c8c23fc07 Thu, 27 May 2021 13:10:30 -0400 As I noted in this previous post, the key must-haves in your manuscript include your title page, your copyright page, and your Table of Contents (standard in nonfiction; optional in fiction). That previous post covered creating your title page; now let&#8217;s talk about creating the copyright page. Copyright page After you’ve finished the title page, [&#8230;] Exciting Events https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/exciting-events.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:92d78e14-28bc-535a-3e12-9ac53f61bdd9 Wed, 26 May 2021 14:44:09 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The iris explosion has begun! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxdLaDS8wns/YK6Wzcs8lJI/AAAAAAAAbEA/gamm-NaTto0dGcyM23K0V8p1-FXme_hyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1129/191335343_10101219848452336_1541572694664927391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxdLaDS8wns/YK6Wzcs8lJI/AAAAAAAAbEA/gamm-NaTto0dGcyM23K0V8p1-FXme_hyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/191335343_10101219848452336_1541572694664927391_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />They are so delicate and beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the color to match Taylor graduates!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdQEFqzGuc/YK5lKfA7zWI/AAAAAAAAbDo/A4iPrK-gw5EBoUE_2OPik8iSkGj-IncHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s825/192114696_10101219779380756_8740440315649517538_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="825" height="393" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdQEFqzGuc/YK5lKfA7zWI/AAAAAAAAbDo/A4iPrK-gw5EBoUE_2OPik8iSkGj-IncHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h393/192114696_10101219779380756_8740440315649517538_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moriah with her engineering friends</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday we attended Moriah's open house and once again marveled at the well-organized party in every detail. Note the famous cake-pops. Of course, we enjoyed most of all meeting and talking to many friends.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrL5IlT_OIE/YK0h4O1upkI/AAAAAAAAbBQ/NplzpGtO8Rsu_cMCA8mHizrdJxGthf0NgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/192130309_10101218682314286_6825679345152007835_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrL5IlT_OIE/YK0h4O1upkI/AAAAAAAAbBQ/NplzpGtO8Rsu_cMCA8mHizrdJxGthf0NgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/192130309_10101218682314286_6825679345152007835_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday was a very rainy day.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Six guys converged at Stephan's and, defying the weather, "raised the barn"! They worked till dark putting up the trusses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, here, the girls were packing their accumulations of years. Julia, Moriah's mother came along to help make her room ready for the next occupant!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsLs0fwu8ts/YK0iTxQHGaI/AAAAAAAAbBY/ehMt92qPVW0Gw3kJJfKVCmVYZIV0Y_bfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/190740115_10101218682354206_2222676031883341611_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsLs0fwu8ts/YK0iTxQHGaI/AAAAAAAAbBY/ehMt92qPVW0Gw3kJJfKVCmVYZIV0Y_bfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/190740115_10101218682354206_2222676031883341611_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We hosted two of Stephan's helpers, our dear OM friends from decades ago!&nbsp; The young guys they brought from MI stayed at Stephan's and the two ice carvers from NY slept in their huge RV.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nvVyOrhTQg/YK0lrf_IH5I/AAAAAAAAbCE/qjyewm-c-PMPEbUi9clpCaXoU0p5-DH9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/188413294_10101218682394126_4704810047758129586_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nvVyOrhTQg/YK0lrf_IH5I/AAAAAAAAbCE/qjyewm-c-PMPEbUi9clpCaXoU0p5-DH9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/188413294_10101218682394126_4704810047758129586_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast with Dennis and Phil</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The sun came out the next day and work progressed much more pleasantly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfFeq_hfgc4/YK0igjl9OHI/AAAAAAAAbBc/zCBFlUYNtPE7vt_pDR_wDtNaYVF314wcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/5.18%2Btrusses.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfFeq_hfgc4/YK0igjl9OHI/AAAAAAAAbBc/zCBFlUYNtPE7vt_pDR_wDtNaYVF314wcwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/5.18%2Btrusses.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was also my birthday. The day before, Moriah had given me a turtle to add to my collection. It was made by one of her engineering friends with a 3D pinter. Very clever, indeed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2cu_wxxIEA/YK0kk_6JdXI/AAAAAAAAbBs/TtRbUejhdzA5evnuQ1vzd1NMfVm-yXV_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/190833289_10101218683107696_4233773710111094478_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2cu_wxxIEA/YK0kk_6JdXI/AAAAAAAAbBs/TtRbUejhdzA5evnuQ1vzd1NMfVm-yXV_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/190833289_10101218683107696_4233773710111094478_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kendra took me to a coffee house I'd never been to and we shared a huge brownie.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here I am debating whether I should go across the street and get a tattoo! Is she telling me to go ahead?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BqViXe_WuM/YK0kWU4wzeI/AAAAAAAAbBo/sBRkKkLEkpA50eNKzHRExuF1WmxPPWgmACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="1200" height="293" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BqViXe_WuM/YK0kWU4wzeI/AAAAAAAAbBo/sBRkKkLEkpA50eNKzHRExuF1WmxPPWgmACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h293/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div>Stephan invited me to join the gang for dinner that evening to celebrate my birthday together. I marveled at the house progress as I drove in.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTzv1u84eKk/YK6FT091FCI/AAAAAAAAbDw/sik4WYnF_hgIjetcwnQyDhfgGFSvbJrRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/5.18%2Bprogress.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="960" height="498" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTzv1u84eKk/YK6FT091FCI/AAAAAAAAbDw/sik4WYnF_hgIjetcwnQyDhfgGFSvbJrRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h498/5.18%2Bprogress.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /><div>Stephan enjoys cooking for the guys since he cannot do as much of the work due to his fractured shoulder. It was a wonderful meal!<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9wG9sjhgl8/YK0lVnPWnuI/AAAAAAAAbB4/zcu2JmRVUWEneIQjFqVSdMSsHXvkI6UXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1898/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="1898" height="174" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9wG9sjhgl8/YK0lVnPWnuI/AAAAAAAAbB4/zcu2JmRVUWEneIQjFqVSdMSsHXvkI6UXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h174/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Early Wednesday we said goodbye to Kendra on her way to Massachusetts and later Pennsylvania. She faces exciting and overwhelming life transitions: Friday she welcomes her family from Cambodia after two years apart; Monday she begins an internship; and in the fall heads to Hollywood for her last college experience.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBca9U6NHBU/YK0n9ZwJrGI/AAAAAAAAbCQ/x9f6W7mtqcUk4yFER9yr-wJv56y8hqH7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1322/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="1322" height="341" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBca9U6NHBU/YK0n9ZwJrGI/AAAAAAAAbCQ/x9f6W7mtqcUk4yFER9yr-wJv56y8hqH7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h341/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The four men from MI left Wednesday evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkw288150Fo/YK0dR-vpYoI/AAAAAAAAbAo/7OAQRaX-DV8EJzV7KLsgzFsA0pHKiqf5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/187760400_10159657546374767_691972993364816196_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkw288150Fo/YK0dR-vpYoI/AAAAAAAAbAo/7OAQRaX-DV8EJzV7KLsgzFsA0pHKiqf5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/187760400_10159657546374767_691972993364816196_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thursday, the New York helpers and Stephan wore their Ice Boot Camp shirts for the farewell pic.<br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOMFuKUCxSk/YK0oNtzA_fI/AAAAAAAAbCY/PsQfQ5prX4ISN9E50aiVRlkM8Y-B0vdzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/188567473_10159660047764767_987052156181900049_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOMFuKUCxSk/YK0oNtzA_fI/AAAAAAAAbCY/PsQfQ5prX4ISN9E50aiVRlkM8Y-B0vdzwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/188567473_10159660047764767_987052156181900049_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Somehow Stephan managed to find time to engrave this board for all to sign at the wedding.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsu1ynnC8_I/YK0pCnVtBtI/AAAAAAAAbCk/HxeJClq2-N0O8Ad8ihQx25RWORA0be05ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2118/188938694_10159665256309767_7711882563372964681_n.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="2118" height="194" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsu1ynnC8_I/YK0pCnVtBtI/AAAAAAAAbCk/HxeJClq2-N0O8Ad8ihQx25RWORA0be05ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h194/188938694_10159665256309767_7711882563372964681_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All day Friday and Saturday morning, he baked a dozen different cakes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VZUMfsk0R4/YK0p9dJieeI/AAAAAAAAbCw/poCEN06CPhULsk2uLS0GFwozYDCKyFUpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1391" data-original-width="853" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VZUMfsk0R4/YK0p9dJieeI/AAAAAAAAbCw/poCEN06CPhULsk2uLS0GFwozYDCKyFUpgCLcBGAsYHQ/w245-h400/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had front row seats to this amazingly beautiful and meaningful event!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2YvFWigYf8/YK0qR_d7UZI/AAAAAAAAbC4/M3r91bCRTiMnldh5i2pSu_lqL7RaZYfqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s887/191500154_10101218683207496_5106701960965739743_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2YvFWigYf8/YK0qR_d7UZI/AAAAAAAAbC4/M3r91bCRTiMnldh5i2pSu_lqL7RaZYfqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w381-h640/191500154_10101218683207496_5106701960965739743_n.jpg" width="381" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lexi and Malachi Koch!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9kc2kfujAg/YK0ralH24oI/AAAAAAAAbDI/fLZoeR4fFhUqpXgP6NNRYL3TxwJVk2iwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1229/190908858_10222601716844676_9155162858673421702_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9kc2kfujAg/YK0ralH24oI/AAAAAAAAbDI/fLZoeR4fFhUqpXgP6NNRYL3TxwJVk2iwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/190908858_10222601716844676_9155162858673421702_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful couple run off into the sunset!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We did not stay to see this grand finale, so are grateful for all the lovely photos posted so far. One more collage of a few more family members present.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0VLz8qtgHk/YK6Osu67a3I/AAAAAAAAbD4/WhJAp2vbE_kubRKwPjmTMYM5Fwshvn6bgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="2048" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0VLz8qtgHk/YK6Osu67a3I/AAAAAAAAbD4/WhJAp2vbE_kubRKwPjmTMYM5Fwshvn6bgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h382/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The groom's proud and grateful parents; best man Elijah; Uncle Stephan and his lovely wife; <br />usher Zion, flower girl Rebecca, ring bearer Jude; Kern family&nbsp;&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Can life get any more exciting?</div></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/IloaBAj4rGI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Commencements and Celebrations https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/commencements-and-celebrations.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:a9546099-673e-3315-9d72-6f50fe2a8c3f Tue, 18 May 2021 14:49:52 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Karin's floral surprise for 5/16--<span style="background-color: white;">blue hydrangeas, some allium, and lilies.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-x5NGvGSY8/YKPMpokT57I/AAAAAAAAa9I/Zkd5cZOEbFwDo-jE22x2Iwc_whmLtLLBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-16-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-x5NGvGSY8/YKPMpokT57I/AAAAAAAAa9I/Zkd5cZOEbFwDo-jE22x2Iwc_whmLtLLBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-16-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every Monday evening dinner, I enjoy the surprising progress on the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oDhncw-ogE/YKPOXd8MP3I/AAAAAAAAa9Q/6ITiBKm7FWEZWjPaawoXuNuim_oFVE2BwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187620863_10101215203575706_63339849622281017_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oDhncw-ogE/YKPOXd8MP3I/AAAAAAAAa9Q/6ITiBKm7FWEZWjPaawoXuNuim_oFVE2BwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/187620863_10101215203575706_63339849622281017_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Joists here and rafters later in the week.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGSEHH95J8/YKPQP8b1omI/AAAAAAAAa9Y/FqOkAQDY-XwBYxCDaANq-PsW458wBocxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/188394812_10101215674447076_1411419928634854401_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGSEHH95J8/YKPQP8b1omI/AAAAAAAAa9Y/FqOkAQDY-XwBYxCDaANq-PsW458wBocxwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/188394812_10101215674447076_1411419928634854401_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Tuesday morning I walked to my friend Jane's new house and had a wonderful visit. We are Scripture memory accountability partners. I found this happy little greeting on the way.&nbsp;<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rcHN2eeNpk/YKPSwYF8YLI/AAAAAAAAa9s/NrdVK2m5THEOZBbgSDexh09LVF_FW8w7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187340060_10101215203735386_3915045494121727466_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rcHN2eeNpk/YKPSwYF8YLI/AAAAAAAAa9s/NrdVK2m5THEOZBbgSDexh09LVF_FW8w7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187340060_10101215203735386_3915045494121727466_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening was the anticipated screening of Kendra's team's narrative film - <i>Jack, the Town, and I</i>. Ivisa Huber, the owner of This Old Barn B&amp;B where much of the filming took place, hosted the event. It was planned for family and friends who could not attend the official screening at the university, but also to celebrate the accomplishment of the crew and cast. She served a wonderful meal. We had a delightful time getting to know the young filmmakers. I was thrilled that my dear friends Jane and Patryce could be there.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61Kc1jl2NRQ/YKPSpIg3FjI/AAAAAAAAa9k/gZzTK0gNXy8238gEW5EpHH7s_DcWi5FgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1219/186009450_10101213381287586_4628828021799524683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1219" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61Kc1jl2NRQ/YKPSpIg3FjI/AAAAAAAAa9k/gZzTK0gNXy8238gEW5EpHH7s_DcWi5FgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/186009450_10101213381287586_4628828021799524683_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">With every viewing I become more accepting of "Miss Holly" (smile) and able to appreciate the story.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">On my desk I have a lovely reminder of the experience - a small canvas that captures one of the many learning scenes where director Kendra was walking me through the emotions my character was experiencing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqbRRDcxHhQ/YKPWZTYGzKI/AAAAAAAAa94/t0tUOqsfrvUhRRTHhYgA_kbQBwnAx-l4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1129/187561783_10101215681093756_1941915740300741713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqbRRDcxHhQ/YKPWZTYGzKI/AAAAAAAAa94/t0tUOqsfrvUhRRTHhYgA_kbQBwnAx-l4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187561783_10101215681093756_1941915740300741713_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is forever learning and trying new things. He cooks breakfast most mornings. I just had to take a picture of this experiment--egg in meringue. And he does not give up. His first attempt failed, but he came back another day, and look at this beauty! Tasty too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc2oZB6CGYk/YKPWf3ePjmI/AAAAAAAAa98/SEiIMz2qCrsiywbYN_0fBkNGTpoNbWoZACLcBGAsYHQ/s880/187317612_10101215203830196_5810256241166480052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="880" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc2oZB6CGYk/YKPWf3ePjmI/AAAAAAAAa98/SEiIMz2qCrsiywbYN_0fBkNGTpoNbWoZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187317612_10101215203830196_5810256241166480052_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday evening the girls prepared a meal for us and we hung out together the entire time, even to the extent of going to the store together. Then we played a game, a 3" race to see who could write down the most words and phrases that represented memories from our time living in the same house. We gathered the many memories on a poster.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ag2FSjyPzQ/YKPWveExp6I/AAAAAAAAa-I/VADSCxfarjsDN3LRJ1XW8uIUTKOnAl1eQCLcBGAsYHQ/s886/187321386_10101215206040766_4647020036385206707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="886" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ag2FSjyPzQ/YKPWveExp6I/AAAAAAAAa-I/VADSCxfarjsDN3LRJ1XW8uIUTKOnAl1eQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187321386_10101215206040766_4647020036385206707_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Mother's Day balloon provided for hilarious helium-voice farewell messages.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ju72e6Ctph8/YKPaVQQypnI/AAAAAAAAa-Q/DhYRHRlu9wspplqBUTePLe6-49P8rdIqACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187659181_10101215683538856_795398811317561623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ju72e6Ctph8/YKPaVQQypnI/AAAAAAAAa-Q/DhYRHRlu9wspplqBUTePLe6-49P8rdIqACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187659181_10101215683538856_795398811317561623_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is what happens after&nbsp; finals week, very little sleep and then commencement rehearsal. Notice mortar board and gown, and backpack. Can you find the graduating senior?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzPeNFzmSbk/YKPa77yAIOI/AAAAAAAAa-g/Bz2Wq4scEkwfHLVl9ZpEJTcbOCw57323wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187073410_10101215203954946_4319976521929174673_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzPeNFzmSbk/YKPa77yAIOI/AAAAAAAAa-g/Bz2Wq4scEkwfHLVl9ZpEJTcbOCw57323wCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/187073410_10101215203954946_4319976521929174673_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, major packing and moving comes next. Rebecca got to say goodbye to "Pancake," Moriah's little pet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VF9J10ss5I/YKPakN5VgxI/AAAAAAAAa-U/H7fUqpkAGKYKv5o1-6iAHGLkt_yvVX6gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/188218106_10101215206120606_685466629825698166_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VF9J10ss5I/YKPakN5VgxI/AAAAAAAAa-U/H7fUqpkAGKYKv5o1-6iAHGLkt_yvVX6gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/188218106_10101215206120606_685466629825698166_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The BIG day arrived! Our resident graduate allowed me a couple photos of her outfits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWR8NsL7CNs/YKPbLWZICFI/AAAAAAAAa-o/AcaggpCcmDg-X6IULVyIUBmZjcxGF8_rQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Graduate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWR8NsL7CNs/YKPbLWZICFI/AAAAAAAAa-o/AcaggpCcmDg-X6IULVyIUBmZjcxGF8_rQCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h400/Graduate.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because of the growing cold (a two-day sore throat and headache) I stayed home. This allowed me to watch two commencement ceremonies simultaneously.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Malachi's graduation began at 9:00 and Moriah's at 10:00, so I was able to watch the important segments of each livestream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The highlight of the day was when I recognized the student speaker for the Grace College and Seminary Commencement, our grandson Malachi Koch!&nbsp; I was very moved, not only by what he shared, but also as I reflected on God's&nbsp; hand upon his life.&nbsp; He was a gift from above to two very lost young people. God delivered them and gave them a beautiful family. Then when Malachi was in his freshman year God spared his life when he suffered a serious accident!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xd42Hp0Lu2Q/YKPblHiwn3I/AAAAAAAAa-w/oDtWwDlqKgAhRRNMUemYRxtPWJdaTrrYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Malachi%2Bspeaking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xd42Hp0Lu2Q/YKPblHiwn3I/AAAAAAAAa-w/oDtWwDlqKgAhRRNMUemYRxtPWJdaTrrYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h400/Malachi%2Bspeaking.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was reminded of my graduation from Grace in 1966 when President Herman Hoyt (my uncle, Malachi's great great uncle) handed me my diploma.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM-m8TMGKr0/YKPcGcUCWmI/AAAAAAAAa-4/OgaEOomK11oq3wjZ1PFaVWku0yTAMyQGACLcBGAsYHQ/s720/28106_548194233816_7783824_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="720" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM-m8TMGKr0/YKPcGcUCWmI/AAAAAAAAa-4/OgaEOomK11oq3wjZ1PFaVWku0yTAMyQGACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h306/28106_548194233816_7783824_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And fifty years later</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfdhuqkdpns/YKPfy5KQTaI/AAAAAAAAa_A/8BF0T_X384kkxuZxGyc67OyiCMtqL14KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1128/186488173_10101215694965956_1191617958403269049_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="786" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfdhuqkdpns/YKPfy5KQTaI/AAAAAAAAa_A/8BF0T_X384kkxuZxGyc67OyiCMtqL14KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/186488173_10101215694965956_1191617958403269049_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/efrTQowTJN8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Award ceremonies https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/award-ceremonies.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c77e10c3-a49f-b191-daa6-022e0dc7313a Wed, 12 May 2021 11:28:28 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin in Tennessee--rhododendrons and a couple irises peeking through, peach and purple.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5nwvPDj8XM/YJrpAesWhGI/AAAAAAAAa7A/0DlJieOLhXc_b87jowsu5KVu6zVNldOkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-9-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5nwvPDj8XM/YJrpAesWhGI/AAAAAAAAa7A/0DlJieOLhXc_b87jowsu5KVu6zVNldOkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-9-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday afternoon, we hiked part of the Three Falls Trail by the Salamonie River.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNMl6WY3sHI/YJrtnsAqNuI/AAAAAAAAa7Q/Xo-csJ1eAp4s427pf7fMSg6NklhBFl6SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1774/3%2BFalls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1216" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNMl6WY3sHI/YJrtnsAqNuI/AAAAAAAAa7Q/Xo-csJ1eAp4s427pf7fMSg6NklhBFl6SQCLcBGAsYHQ/w438-h640/3%2BFalls.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">There were lovely spring blossoms along the way, very different from the last time we were in the area.&nbsp; I believe we tromped through snow then.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejHcTPl_TH0/YJrt1XqSjyI/AAAAAAAAa7U/s-4XQydWe1sXgB3tj2kajR5NejJrOt8pwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/blossoms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="1200" height="146" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejHcTPl_TH0/YJrt1XqSjyI/AAAAAAAAa7U/s-4XQydWe1sXgB3tj2kajR5NejJrOt8pwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h146/blossoms.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday, Kendra allowed me to help set up and arrange her table at the film majors exhibit. Fun!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl8yWq86vnU/YJrxv3wrpfI/AAAAAAAAa74/vaElKSqGmB0HA6Z0lzL5amvQ04Mno9shgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/179279733_769623383691170_282251258076578176_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="2048" height="444" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl8yWq86vnU/YJrxv3wrpfI/AAAAAAAAa74/vaElKSqGmB0HA6Z0lzL5amvQ04Mno9shgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h444/179279733_769623383691170_282251258076578176_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday Night Dinner was not cancelled, Stephan and Karen pulled it off yet again with another tasty meal. The fractured shoulder and bruises are still causing Stephan considerable pain. However, he remains unstoppable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ5tWGQvBQA/YJrvG4JNs3I/AAAAAAAAa7o/Qnr9JJRh40AQd1V28N6IV2TcYb6rqEqzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s523/184706445_10101211943409106_236255040461432925_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="523" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ5tWGQvBQA/YJrvG4JNs3I/AAAAAAAAa7o/Qnr9JJRh40AQd1V28N6IV2TcYb6rqEqzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/184706445_10101211943409106_236255040461432925_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The house-building has not come to a halt. Stephan does as much as he is able. See below how he picks up and carries heavy boards with only his right arm.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Progress was notable throughout the week with helpers, "the Young Apprentice, the Father-in-Law" (as Karen refers to them in her <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/05/09/porch-progress/">blog</a>), and a few others that drop by.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am learning new terms: purlins, joists, rafters.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wFOgMtot0/YJr3OLs_cAI/AAAAAAAAa8o/YWJK1pWk71wNWpp_UgFgJyqoukIQTg6eACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/house%2Bprogress.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wFOgMtot0/YJr3OLs_cAI/AAAAAAAAa8o/YWJK1pWk71wNWpp_UgFgJyqoukIQTg6eACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h456/house%2Bprogress.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />We rushed home from the dinner so we could watch the livestream of the 2021 Senior Show of the Film and Media Production department. Kendra's speech went very well and she was recognized for academic excellence among other things. Both girls won leadership awards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twice in the week Moriah talked about her role in the senior engineers' project - the Mars Habitat Printer. Michael was able to attend the in-person event, and got these photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWvZOh4weOc/YJr0pD0s8YI/AAAAAAAAa8I/_9DZTYKJLWUfG1tNWYm-63VoqtkGw90oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Moriah%2527s%2Bpresentation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWvZOh4weOc/YJr0pD0s8YI/AAAAAAAAa8I/_9DZTYKJLWUfG1tNWYm-63VoqtkGw90oQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/Moriah%2527s%2Bpresentation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Who would've thought this kid from the robotics team would soon be among the elite group of female engineers working in an industry (still TBD)!!!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays after lunch at the Senior Center, I have fun visits with Leah. I like to keep busy while we chat, so she assigns me an area or task. This week we cleared off the table and washed it down. Later she decorated it with a bouquet and candles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXGd8_SvlJo/YJryfvZqFVI/AAAAAAAAa8A/r78_g2Bo4547aSG_ZKHWTi2RBKsxqlPcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1123/185363155_10101211944432056_7802522307590844643_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1123" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXGd8_SvlJo/YJryfvZqFVI/AAAAAAAAa8A/r78_g2Bo4547aSG_ZKHWTi2RBKsxqlPcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/185363155_10101211944432056_7802522307590844643_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael spent long hours at the team shop this week as they prepared to attend a competition this weekend, the only&nbsp;one so far this year.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was a very full day. Michael left at 4:10 a.m. for the Ram Robotics Invitational in Hamilton, OH, and arrived home after 11:00 p.m.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9:00 a.m. was my starting time tor the <a href="https://www.teamworldvision.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donordrive.participant&amp;participantID=260027">World Vision Global 6K for Water</a>. One hundred from our church participated in the event and we had beautiful weather.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MnYPQbJOHs/YJr1WfFX8GI/AAAAAAAAa8c/DuX8EQQQ5GUhQSiieuIdgTPmdIzMpRZZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/184880729_10101211943339246_9119203945379077636_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="703" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MnYPQbJOHs/YJr1WfFX8GI/AAAAAAAAa8c/DuX8EQQQ5GUhQSiieuIdgTPmdIzMpRZZACLcBGAsYHQ/w293-h400/184880729_10101211943339246_9119203945379077636_n.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As soon as I got back home, I found the schedule and link to watch Team 1720's performances throughout the day. They were running behind so I had only missed one match.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rest of the day, I managed to keep track of most of the wins and losses in between attending a bridal shower and watching Lexi's graduation online.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most exciting was when final scores were announced and Team 1720, the PhyXTGears' alliance won!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmUJqGVEy4/YJr1KMfqw0I/AAAAAAAAa8Y/Y_NCcjpz7PgAc0yQ6ExbB5VH9bfjRorFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/184595937_10101211943264396_8417605642663144903_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmUJqGVEy4/YJr1KMfqw0I/AAAAAAAAa8Y/Y_NCcjpz7PgAc0yQ6ExbB5VH9bfjRorFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h240/184595937_10101211943264396_8417605642663144903_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The grand finale of the day was to be allowed to attend the official screening of the films produced by the four teams of majors in the department.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was not easy, however, to watch Miss Holly in <i>Jack, the Town, and I</i>. My performance may have been adequately believable, but I sure looked old!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTg2hiX0Q-4/YJr02PHItQI/AAAAAAAAa8M/pDo6mLv2W7ANN51a3Xx5XBDjDUevwd22ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/184692835_10101211942875176_2815235492591091459_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="960" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTg2hiX0Q-4/YJr02PHItQI/AAAAAAAAa8M/pDo6mLv2W7ANN51a3Xx5XBDjDUevwd22ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/184692835_10101211942875176_2815235492591091459_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2021 Film majors (Kendra far left)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finals next week, then graduation, and the end. Goodbyes are what some students dread the most.</div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vlJl_kmYc2c" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Achievements and special days https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/achievements-and-special-days.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:3072cad3-9af8-894b-ad19-c82415f6ffce Wed, 05 May 2021 18:39:13 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every week, cousin-Karin shares a photo of her Sunday bouquet with us. We enjoy the Tennessee beauties and her artistry. She said this one is sparse, mostly delicate irises, difficult to arrange because they are so fragile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ_75TrQwhs/YJKWvDb9w0I/AAAAAAAAajQ/uSfZQgiSJx06hzqrDT7IrnC5gLWtaOwUACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-2-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ_75TrQwhs/YJKWvDb9w0I/AAAAAAAAajQ/uSfZQgiSJx06hzqrDT7IrnC5gLWtaOwUACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-2-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday</b>, April 26, was Kendra's 23rd birthday. Zach was here to celebrate with her. One Copeland family tradition I found out was that Mom made each of her children their favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner on their birthday. Kendra said her favorite breakfast is sweet potato pancakes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The girls actually made time for an early celebration meal. Usually they come upstairs at the last minute, ready for their first class of the day, wearing their jackets and heavy backpacks. They might grab something to eat on the way out.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, it was extra special to have a fun, sit-down sharing time. Here are three favorite gifts: a Cambodian flag from Zach; a Jane Austen mug from a sibling; and a pendant enameled by Moriah. The mug is especially meaningful because of the quote that describes Kendra perfectly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i></i></div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>There is a stubbornness&nbsp;about me that&nbsp;</i><i>never&nbsp;</i><i>can bear to be frightened at the will of others.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>My courage always rises at each attempt&nbsp;to intimidate me.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_aeC3Mncu8/YJKe7sVxPEI/AAAAAAAAajY/_wJC8pcO9KIa0h4CqQcf3JnsDYMKtY9MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/K%2Bbd%2Bbkfst.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1391" height="345" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_aeC3Mncu8/YJKe7sVxPEI/AAAAAAAAajY/_wJC8pcO9KIa0h4CqQcf3JnsDYMKtY9MQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h345/K%2Bbd%2Bbkfst.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was not the end, when we got back home from Monday Night Dinner, a group of Kendra's friends were there decorating for a surprise party. They confessed to the many lies "required" to pull it off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c44V2RxlgfM/YJKfE2cZHuI/AAAAAAAAajc/JoDfHa6B8fwkvvo_6WaA1haA3jIgaFnqACLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/FotoJet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1391" height="345" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c44V2RxlgfM/YJKfE2cZHuI/AAAAAAAAajc/JoDfHa6B8fwkvvo_6WaA1haA3jIgaFnqACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h345/FotoJet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><b><div><b><br /></b></div>Tuesday</b>, I had a special event, the fifth and final gathering of the Scripture Memory group. Tables and chairs had been replaced by couches, an abundance of candles, and flowers to create a very welcoming atmosphere. Each of the dozen or so who had committed to a memorization goal, courageously faced the group of guests with microphone in hand, and recited&nbsp;our portion, sometimes haltingly. It was a powerfully moving time. We called that an M&amp;M day--Memorization and Momentum. Each of us was so blessed that we want to keep the momentum going.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lov_xePmnsc/YJGVOCvHX6I/AAAAAAAAajI/WDWh5e3K7lUqVjW5xChZfy-f348Cx_58gCLcBGAsYHQ/s190/IMG_1982%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="190" height="299" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lov_xePmnsc/YJGVOCvHX6I/AAAAAAAAajI/WDWh5e3K7lUqVjW5xChZfy-f348Cx_58gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h299/IMG_1982%2B%25283%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fellowship time with Elizabeth, Rebecca's piano teacher.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POy_fnOkonc/YJKfVFaPqjI/AAAAAAAAajo/Ow7tyc9q91wXVx6xKFkDMUHH-gtL_9fYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1714/M%2B%2526%2BM%2BDay.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1714" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POy_fnOkonc/YJKfVFaPqjI/AAAAAAAAajo/Ow7tyc9q91wXVx6xKFkDMUHH-gtL_9fYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h448/M%2B%2526%2BM%2BDay.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My page from the group scrapbook. Jane and Elizabeth recite Scripture.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the afternoon Rebecca and I had fun drawing animals (and acting like one?).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uVXjehh-rA/YJKgDcXfQjI/AAAAAAAAaj4/nGMVhKj9KHkGrIV55KG22E-kWGQj_v-iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="2048" height="352" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uVXjehh-rA/YJKgDcXfQjI/AAAAAAAAaj4/nGMVhKj9KHkGrIV55KG22E-kWGQj_v-iQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h352/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday </b>evening we had set aside for a last "Household Hurrah"--a fondue. I spent the afternoon chopping, cutting, preparing for this last "family" celebration before the girls leave us in a couple of weeks.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMfRoSu3Sf0/YJKgLDaE2nI/AAAAAAAAaj8/8XQEQ5i-jyQY3x1KdP-HJG3BeNPYy9xtwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/fondue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMfRoSu3Sf0/YJKgLDaE2nI/AAAAAAAAaj8/8XQEQ5i-jyQY3x1KdP-HJG3BeNPYy9xtwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/fondue.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Thursday</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lest we forget Michael's ever faithful and ongoing dedication to the robotics team, I captured a screen shot of the live view. I check in sometimes to see what's happening, hoping he will be coming home soon. Here, after team meeting hours, he is checking on something. What is it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnnnTgmMWbs/YJKooy9kzHI/AAAAAAAAak4/KJBo-mlYZFoofbuEoSYH56vpcQaetq7HQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/181907302_10101209083320746_308621563955518979_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnnnTgmMWbs/YJKooy9kzHI/AAAAAAAAak4/KJBo-mlYZFoofbuEoSYH56vpcQaetq7HQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/181907302_10101209083320746_308621563955518979_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">I worked on revisions of the&nbsp;</span><a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/04/por-fin-en-la-argentina.html">Spanish version</a><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;of&nbsp;</span><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/04/argentina-at-last.html">chapter 5</a><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;of my book scheduled to publish Saturday, May 1.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Friday</b>, Kendra headed to Missouri with her marathon class to the event they'd been training for all semester.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"><div style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;">Zach drove there later after his work day. All week he kept up with his job online, including a major presentation on Thursday.&nbsp;</div><div><br style="color: black;" /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2b5d4PvegXw/YJKj7HEx4MI/AAAAAAAAakk/r2YUxytm3x8l7rZSBULy4PkGb3AX6BpNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s720/181843209_10101209083275836_4588523544107647795_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="720" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2b5d4PvegXw/YJKj7HEx4MI/AAAAAAAAakk/r2YUxytm3x8l7rZSBULy4PkGb3AX6BpNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/181843209_10101209083275836_4588523544107647795_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="background-color: white; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;">Zach was there to support Kendra throughout the run as well as her brother and sister-in-law recently arrived from Cambodia. That was a real surprise! Well, once they took off their monkey disguises!</div><div style="background-color: white; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Suz0YjpwijI/YJKmRaldIqI/AAAAAAAAakw/kRMhJCwXeWoEcdv_JjwTN3gwmMa3DdSZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1978/Marathon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1331" data-original-width="1978" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Suz0YjpwijI/YJKmRaldIqI/AAAAAAAAakw/kRMhJCwXeWoEcdv_JjwTN3gwmMa3DdSZQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h430/Marathon.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back in Indiana, while she was running, I enjoyed a day with the grandsons. Elijah drove us for the first part, a stop at Chick-Fil-A, and then to his girlfriend's place in Daleville.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzrd1oRVLfs/YJK_G6jCW1I/AAAAAAAAalA/pULmkSMN2U4DH1Y8qx-CfexE1ULNOY2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/182875406_10101209320724986_7051648182346215973_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzrd1oRVLfs/YJK_G6jCW1I/AAAAAAAAalA/pULmkSMN2U4DH1Y8qx-CfexE1ULNOY2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/182875406_10101209320724986_7051648182346215973_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I drove on with the younger two.We were so close to Stephan and Karen's that we stopped and Karen gave the boys a tour of the new house in progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next stop was Minnetrista for the Bob Ross Experience and his art exhibit in the Oakhurst House next door where we also learned about the George Ball family's contribution to the world in difficult times--recipes and teaching people canning and preservation methods. I was especially interested in their hobby of collecting children's books.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we proceeded to the main building for other exhibits and much more fun.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag-2dgJ7s68/YJKhZudKUmI/AAAAAAAAakI/Cr4t7DsMCHAPFQfLT6Sr3hPzWXY0IizfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/Minnetrista.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1391" height="552" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag-2dgJ7s68/YJKhZudKUmI/AAAAAAAAakI/Cr4t7DsMCHAPFQfLT6Sr3hPzWXY0IizfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h552/Minnetrista.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I am late posting the weekly blog you know we've rolled into another very full week. Much more excitement to come!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One final NOT-so-fun note for the week:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Stephan fractured his left shoulder and suffered some serious bruising when a short ladder collapsed under him. We are thankful that it was not worse, and saddened for the pain and the delay it means for the house-building project.</div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/1bUxrc2zcgU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> God's timing https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/gods-timing.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:75044f78-f280-8ea2-b6c4-f171d0e8f31b Tue, 27 Apr 2021 13:13:03 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekly Sunday bouquet from my Tennessee-cousin is made up of blooms that have not yet arrived in our region.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwZmdcb0bA/YIbL7s495-I/AAAAAAAAagk/aAPDAWVyLuc4mtS7ZwAmb92kJalB0s5bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_April%2B25%2Bbouquet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="955" data-original-width="1280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwZmdcb0bA/YIbL7s495-I/AAAAAAAAagk/aAPDAWVyLuc4mtS7ZwAmb92kJalB0s5bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_April%2B25%2Bbouquet.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">However, I do believe we had a weather event they did not experience--a heavy snowfall this late in April. Did I hear it was a 100-year record? I think Mike measured a 5" accumulation by Tuesday night</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Friends with blossoming fruit trees, fear a total loss, like last year.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChqzQ3IZANw/YIbhVqkv7EI/AAAAAAAAah4/AqpEte_CtIwuvrKP1P8yz-B7mvdgv0H5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s852/FotoJet%2B%252815%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="852" height="359" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChqzQ3IZANw/YIbhVqkv7EI/AAAAAAAAah4/AqpEte_CtIwuvrKP1P8yz-B7mvdgv0H5QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h359/FotoJet%2B%252815%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The tree I see from my writing loft, Tuesday and Friday</td></tr></tbody></table>The Winter-in-Spring Wonderland was wondrously beautiful. The heavy-laden branches bent over our lane created a Narnia-like effect. Each of us commented on the snowy-branch tunnel we drove through, but none of us managed to get a photo.<div>Later, in the car with Rebecca, as we were listening to the song "He's got the whole world in his hands," she added "And the snow!" So true. Job referred to God's control over nature, “For to the snow He says, ‘Fall on the earth,’" And the Psalmist wrote "He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes."</div><div>Snow is referenced often as the ultimate white, representing flawless purity. God's amazing gift of forgiveness through Christ's sacrifice in our place, also mentions snow:&nbsp;</div><div></div><blockquote><div>Though your sins are as scarlet,</div><div>They will be as white as snow;</div><div>Though they are red like crimson,</div><div>They will be like wool.</div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRHwx7K13dY/YIbhJLFo5tI/AAAAAAAAah0/JgYV_siZDOktjjhpsXfdah8TJ0IYHtuTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s978/FotoJet%2B%252816%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="852" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRHwx7K13dY/YIbhJLFo5tI/AAAAAAAAah0/JgYV_siZDOktjjhpsXfdah8TJ0IYHtuTgCLcBGAsYHQ/w557-h640/FotoJet%2B%252816%2529.jpg" width="557" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: Tuesday night (can you see the zip line?) Bottom: Wednesday morning&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weather delayed the cement pour on Stephan's house from Monday to Thursday. Karen tells more in her post&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/04/25/uncooperative-weather/">(Un)cooperative Weather</a>.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael helped at various stages of the process. The most physically draining was to shovel snow off the protective tarps, lest moisture be trapped in the network of tubing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The least strenuous and most fascinating was to watch the pumper truck and the crew of ten men pour the cement.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K-I3zCiJtw/YIbYcVMB30I/AAAAAAAAahc/8gdMomIFmsEeFYV7rkJesz5yXaQz3bf2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/177550936_5307898569280108_7923090751684633728_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K-I3zCiJtw/YIbYcVMB30I/AAAAAAAAahc/8gdMomIFmsEeFYV7rkJesz5yXaQz3bf2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/177550936_5307898569280108_7923090751684633728_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZyGAmsWeq8/YIbYn0yFQ1I/AAAAAAAAahg/Mwl5bTZHN7cEL9dwqwp-He51pIFqp1ZPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s852/FotoJet%2B%252814%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="852" height="574" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZyGAmsWeq8/YIbYn0yFQ1I/AAAAAAAAahg/Mwl5bTZHN7cEL9dwqwp-He51pIFqp1ZPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h574/FotoJet%2B%252814%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week,<i> Abuelo </i>tried to teach us to play chess. Rebecca picked up the roles and rules quite well. And, of course, she is very good with certain cell-phone features as the following pics attest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyoSKkJdSEI/YIbSaPl5ISI/AAAAAAAAahM/apymVXfx9cUPMUspFwJlxVKwAU2U6AxbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet%2B%252812%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="1200" height="263" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyoSKkJdSEI/YIbSaPl5ISI/AAAAAAAAahM/apymVXfx9cUPMUspFwJlxVKwAU2U6AxbQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h263/FotoJet%2B%252812%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kendra made a meal for us on Wednesday--gyro wrapped chicken marinated in tzatziki sauce.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2La_sxtWPTE/YIbRj6bMiBI/AAAAAAAAahE/QBWRIMpVdRQySCAbW6za3Bjf8SzoqpqXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/178121801_10101204097232906_2942151566426188458_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2La_sxtWPTE/YIbRj6bMiBI/AAAAAAAAahE/QBWRIMpVdRQySCAbW6za3Bjf8SzoqpqXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/178121801_10101204097232906_2942151566426188458_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: &quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;">Wednesday, April 21, was Uncle Dan's 103rd birthday. He is my only living uncle on Mother's side. </span></div></div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaftUYrLyGE/YIbVHxqxeLI/AAAAAAAAahU/FRbU3G3BgaEQF8jGNBHvqtfWhJzNdeUdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1069/FotoJet%2B%252813%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="852" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaftUYrLyGE/YIbVHxqxeLI/AAAAAAAAahU/FRbU3G3BgaEQF8jGNBHvqtfWhJzNdeUdQCLcBGAsYHQ/w510-h640/FotoJet%2B%252813%2529.jpg" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Top: Hirschy siblings and spouses in birth order from L to R. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Lower: Siblings in birth order from R to L: Joyce, Harlan, Daniel, Lois, Kathryn, Philip</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Four of them became missionaries, two in Africa and two in South America.</span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Uncle Dan and Aunt Eleanor were approved to go to French Equatorial Africa (now Chad) in 1945 and left in May 1946.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Four daughters and several terms of service later, they left the girls in the US and returned to Chad a seventh and final time. Here I quote from his biographical sketch:</span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"></div><blockquote><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">What was to have been a four year term turned out to be four months. The government, endeavored to go back to the old ways, to wipe out all traces of years of foreign domination. All who had never gone through their idolatrous initiation rites were ordered to do so. Government spies were in the church services to see if the pastors were complying with their orders. I believe the Lord took us back to Chad to encourage the Christians to stand true to God. In the face of great persecution, they did just that. I remember messages being preached from Daniel about the three men who were cast into the furnace and Daniel who was cast to the lions. Rather than destroying the church, the persecution cleansed and strengthened it.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Eleanor and I were placed under house arrest and given 24 hours to pack our bags for eviction from Chad. But a few hours later a government car came to get us. We were taken 75 miles to Ft. Archambault where we were detained at the Bureau of the Police. . . At midnight we were loaded with our baggage on a truck. Two guards with machine guns rode on the back of the truck with us. We men sat on top of the 55 gallon drums and the women on a pile of suitcases. Following a 400 mile trip over unpaved road we arrived at the capital tired and filthy. That night we had devotions, reading Psalm 40 and tried to get some sleep on a cement slab in front of the Bureau of Immigration. We were accused of being subversive because our teaching kept the people from obeying the government demand to submit to the initiation rites. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Monday we were sent to Paris. . . We flew to NY the week of Thanksgiving. . . and traveled by bus to Pittsburgh. . . extremely tired, but rejoicing in the Lord's tender care.</span></div></blockquote><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none;"></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">They were willing to die, if necessary, to spread the message of the Gospel.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week the gifts I planned to give each of our families on Resurrection Sunday finally arrived, though ordered long ago.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsTxvWhhUiE/YIbZjqseE6I/AAAAAAAAahs/ykwAPx9lFgMtCgUZFt0zOnlXa9N-7UPugCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/178058608_10101204097317736_5004909331724128864_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsTxvWhhUiE/YIbZjqseE6I/AAAAAAAAahs/ykwAPx9lFgMtCgUZFt0zOnlXa9N-7UPugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/178058608_10101204097317736_5004909331724128864_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/aOAYfUdqZMY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Return http://fairwriter.blogspot.com/2021/04/return.html FairWriter urn:uuid:19bb1b44-50a4-e496-a56e-7056a2f51ec1 Mon, 26 Apr 2021 21:07:57 -0400 <div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">A return to the pen on paper.<br />Ink from the soul splurged on a white sheet.<br />Will you consume my smorgasbord of spelling and reprieve?<br />An art that dies will resurrect a need for transparency.<br />Return to poetry.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The ache to master the language of the babbling baby.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The need to communicate as an adult.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Shakespeare expectations meet cliche.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I am not a poet, but I write as I grieve.</span></div> Good Works https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/good-works.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:26ea1438-9d6d-2898-df0c-d272f5040b97 Tue, 20 Apr 2021 14:52:30 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_IKUlK8Fl4/YHzJAKBVItI/AAAAAAAAadY/EbHtUWmhT_04Tqps4eG3J3l_of-VM0gdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/April%2B18%252C%2B2021%2Bbouquet%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_IKUlK8Fl4/YHzJAKBVItI/AAAAAAAAadY/EbHtUWmhT_04Tqps4eG3J3l_of-VM0gdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/April%2B18%252C%2B2021%2Bbouquet%2B1.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>I so enjoy the signs of life that spring forth from the earth and show their beauty poking through whatever is in their way.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHRGFBjrtIo/YHzJKKIh7NI/AAAAAAAAadc/B5Bk-5Q0ZxIFHBCPq0bVD2tVUdO6u81PACLcBGAsYHQ/s988/FotoJet%2B%252811%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="864" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHRGFBjrtIo/YHzJKKIh7NI/AAAAAAAAadc/B5Bk-5Q0ZxIFHBCPq0bVD2tVUdO6u81PACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/FotoJet%2B%252811%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of Michael's contributions to Stephan and Karen's new house was to design and install the radiant floor heating system. This was the week to install the tubing. He worked there most days. So, for Monday Night Dinner, I just drove on my own and met him there. This is what I saw when I got there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaz08uNle-M/YHzJTztzr5I/AAAAAAAAadg/DJvVoT2kv7MWDafacjYEx9kf40AZqE40wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/175506020_10101201217563786_3342794193771081606_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaz08uNle-M/YHzJTztzr5I/AAAAAAAAadg/DJvVoT2kv7MWDafacjYEx9kf40AZqE40wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/175506020_10101201217563786_3342794193771081606_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First the vapor barrier. (Karen explains and illustrates the process so well in her blog post "<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Radiant Floor Heating</a>" in&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Meanwhile In Indiana.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Throughout the week 2700 feet of tubing were tied down with 2400 ties to cover an approximate 1500 square feet of floor. Exhausting work, hard on the knees. He did not keep a record of the countless ups and downs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUY46tZMqIA/YHzQ2eoYazI/AAAAAAAAae4/sqrVYiyZuDw-Zt3V5Q6tjrTaHyF9C3OeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1316/175429113_10101201347702986_4190996236723067642_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1316" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUY46tZMqIA/YHzQ2eoYazI/AAAAAAAAae4/sqrVYiyZuDw-Zt3V5Q6tjrTaHyF9C3OeQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/175429113_10101201347702986_4190996236723067642_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My greatest physical exertion of the week was to walk to a bridge nearby on Tuesday. Or, was it to scrub the floor?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-203oP_2KjZo/YHzK1dbHF5I/AAAAAAAAads/GmlkHF1NOBwD4khle2uN_-b_ER5UbFuBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/175758977_10101201217533846_6560480596483403799_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-203oP_2KjZo/YHzK1dbHF5I/AAAAAAAAads/GmlkHF1NOBwD4khle2uN_-b_ER5UbFuBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/175758977_10101201217533846_6560480596483403799_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday was Basics Awards Night. Rebecca appeared in the program and met her leader in person! Every week Emily called and went over the lesson with her and chatted about their life and prayed together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7FO4JlEJoE/YHzLIQICG1I/AAAAAAAAad0/atC5hk6Mu_YlUtx9_eqoSIL4lTgFS11twCLcBGAsYHQ/s1409/FotoJet%2B%25289%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="1409" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7FO4JlEJoE/YHzLIQICG1I/AAAAAAAAad0/atC5hk6Mu_YlUtx9_eqoSIL4lTgFS11twCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h280/FotoJet%2B%25289%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I stopped by Leah's two or three times this week. Thursday I got to see Kalani as well and even steal a few kisses from him. His Mom and Dad were on an important errand and we entertained him for awhile. I was reading a very funny book about Skunks. We laughed so much with each page. Afterwards, he began to pretend-laugh hard so we'd join in!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXFVE-A66-E/YHzLRmZjldI/AAAAAAAAad4/C9qbwEcIfpEyuRPz3QmwoSivYBrzn6n7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1409/FotoJet%2B%252810%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="1409" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXFVE-A66-E/YHzLRmZjldI/AAAAAAAAad4/C9qbwEcIfpEyuRPz3QmwoSivYBrzn6n7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h280/FotoJet%2B%252810%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday afternoon we had another "shoot" to redo a scene that had not turned out well.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was able to finish up at Stephan's in time to come watch the process for awhile. He took this picture of us, film crew and actors. Kendra, on the left, is walking us through the emotions we need to portray with each line.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfeH_yWnA4/YHzLz5EIvMI/AAAAAAAAaeA/dvL-yENjJ30dUOeGPgVLee7SOVlKE1mJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/175052928_297182302064432_6661496086262555101_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfeH_yWnA4/YHzLz5EIvMI/AAAAAAAAaeA/dvL-yENjJ30dUOeGPgVLee7SOVlKE1mJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/175052928_297182302064432_6661496086262555101_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">During a short break, I joined Michael and tried to explain the emotional weight of my part.&nbsp;</div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVZxrCY21e0/YHzNOvXY9AI/AAAAAAAAaeg/hwcdQyV1KsA_Z-F6JVsNudyVdNSPMCYOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/172393124_490386608825513_2197454494364622959_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVZxrCY21e0/YHzNOvXY9AI/AAAAAAAAaeg/hwcdQyV1KsA_Z-F6JVsNudyVdNSPMCYOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/172393124_490386608825513_2197454494364622959_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo credit Kendra Copeland</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Fridays I pick up the local paper, The Courier. Surprise, a photo and article about last Saturday's event.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvH4Aef7nTw/YHzPXDybZuI/AAAAAAAAaeo/kfjYEeD7H0MOWmvdhGdlxcQPi2wEppQrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1605/Scan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1605" data-original-width="1072" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvH4Aef7nTw/YHzPXDybZuI/AAAAAAAAaeo/kfjYEeD7H0MOWmvdhGdlxcQPi2wEppQrgCLcBGAsYHQ/w428-h640/Scan.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, after working at the Helping Hand store in town, I stopped by Leah's and got to see the weekend project in progress--Jimmy and his brother Tony installing a new front door, along with all the surrounding changes and repairs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVurv5yKZoc/YHzRA87b8dI/AAAAAAAAae8/NrZuVgRvgtEUpLRMfRH--DHVu73W6MPGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s914/175872895_10101201217299316_313327396972942456_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVurv5yKZoc/YHzRA87b8dI/AAAAAAAAae8/NrZuVgRvgtEUpLRMfRH--DHVu73W6MPGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w280-h400/175872895_10101201217299316_313327396972942456_n.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of my favorite verses is Ephesians 2:10: "<span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;"><span style="font-family: times;">For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them." I am grateful every day for those things He's prepared for me, for us.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times;">That was week 16. What has God prepared for us in week 17?</span></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vaMy3g2lPU4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Beauty in Progress https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/beauty-in-progress.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:a46fc0b0-8a4f-b044-259a-aaaf0d1c06a2 Thu, 15 Apr 2021 11:43:29 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's garden continues to provide the varied bouquets she gifts us with each week. We, here in Indiana, are also enjoying the seasonal surprises of God's creation, though somewhat delayed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi_eudXc0UU/YHb3jPxxrhI/AAAAAAAAabQ/HbDNPnQIN_IOWrRhJlk1KYeEOhAXIjcBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B4-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi_eudXc0UU/YHb3jPxxrhI/AAAAAAAAabQ/HbDNPnQIN_IOWrRhJlk1KYeEOhAXIjcBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B4-11-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every Monday evening at Dove's Crossing (Stephan and Karen's place), I get to see the progress on the new house-building project with my own eyes. Michael helps when he can and I see pictures on FB or in <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>. Here is my own photo of the window wall. Can you see how many windows there will be?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPk7vKdV-9c/YHb3-n8nxdI/AAAAAAAAabY/pr5D8GfrYlgfI1OH5e_6S6d2uUMTZ2WsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/170795303_2571489909823580_8799578955690692847_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPk7vKdV-9c/YHb3-n8nxdI/AAAAAAAAabY/pr5D8GfrYlgfI1OH5e_6S6d2uUMTZ2WsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/170795303_2571489909823580_8799578955690692847_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week, however, Michael spent more time at Leah's assembling furniture and adding some final touches to the art studio. It is beautiful! I can see my daughter and I spending time together there making art!<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EiN6K2Nucc/YHcFvi7yAzI/AAAAAAAAac0/qJ0PlYmMMJQkmXYmWAHhhDX7FOszpOVmACLcBGAsYHQ/s1657/FotoJet%2B%25288%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="1657" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EiN6K2Nucc/YHcFvi7yAzI/AAAAAAAAac0/qJ0PlYmMMJQkmXYmWAHhhDX7FOszpOVmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h200/FotoJet%2B%25288%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">West wall<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp; East wall</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had several very long days away till midnight. The robotics team, or some of them, met three evenings and tried diligently to meet the Thursday deadline for submitting a video of the robot in action.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I spent much time alone. Kendra persuaded me to attend "Shop the Loop" event at Taylor. Moriah just happened to meet me there and we went around to all the vendors together. She introduced me to a fellow engineering major we'd heard a lot about over the years. Kevin has a very unique form of art using a 3D printer. Can you guess which item I was drawn to?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYZVieGPCkI/YHb4obnBPLI/AAAAAAAAabw/-STxyeJ0rakUUxc4u5t3idNgohsmEGongCLcBGAsYHQ/s1897/171501664_196831465357558_6443608420438974299_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1337" data-original-width="1897" height="453" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYZVieGPCkI/YHb4obnBPLI/AAAAAAAAabw/-STxyeJ0rakUUxc4u5t3idNgohsmEGongCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h453/171501664_196831465357558_6443608420438974299_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of turtles (or was I?), I was finally able to successfully wear the one Michael crafted for me last Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmO28KcquBc/YHb5YcDWNHI/AAAAAAAAab8/32NeoLKoZa850lhInM1s1nNdH_itSWLtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s552/172983965_463588481580093_7406269196147693673_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="515" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmO28KcquBc/YHb5YcDWNHI/AAAAAAAAab8/32NeoLKoZa850lhInM1s1nNdH_itSWLtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/172983965_463588481580093_7406269196147693673_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, I joined Team 1720 and the Lion's Club joint bottle-cap-sorting party. We spent hours going through mountains of bags-full. I was mostly picking out the paper inserts while Michael poured avalanche-like torrents of lids on our table and scoured them rapidly for non-acceptable items. I'm sure we won in two categories: fastest and messiest! It was a fun time working together with team members, parents and friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Any of you locals who'd like to help out, may donate all your bottle caps. These will be made into benches.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFOD2IGlbWs/YHb5fNT-73I/AAAAAAAAacA/Tm-6m1eIsUkh0EOZJxS-gFVYxqLpDuOPACLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/173939270_475884487091059_5237950075011672352_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFOD2IGlbWs/YHb5fNT-73I/AAAAAAAAacA/Tm-6m1eIsUkh0EOZJxS-gFVYxqLpDuOPACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/173939270_475884487091059_5237950075011672352_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was reminded of an art piece I saw years ago in the Art Pilgrimage of a Cornerstone Music Festival It was made entirely of bottle caps--<a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-follow-up-living-lilies.html">Living Lilies</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyTFjHEi9oU/S5pp1b3g4dI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yhAqsimlzsA/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyTFjHEi9oU/S5pp1b3g4dI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yhAqsimlzsA/s640/IMG_4456.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At Sunday dinner with the girls, we noticed that Moriah's colors perfectly matched the food served.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZJC48uH_Js/YHb53TUBEEI/AAAAAAAAacM/mr9c8wORjEgqoM2_684MSn2j_iriuWbLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/170785524_734261450574243_8200978966306042249_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1504" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZJC48uH_Js/YHb53TUBEEI/AAAAAAAAacM/mr9c8wORjEgqoM2_684MSn2j_iriuWbLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/170785524_734261450574243_8200978966306042249_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Michael made the wonderful meal, we all enjoyed it, then I rushed off to a bridal shower while the girls cleaned up the kitchen. (Hmmm. . . we will miss them when they leave in a few weeks.)&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>Lexi's bridal shower was lovely, as is she--Malachi's bride-to-be! Rebecca will experience another first as "flower-girl" on May 22.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GpU629WCA/YHcEsctDiwI/AAAAAAAAack/sJTXmOHNZrUFExPD7xb9LvmHJRYWyjinQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1657/FotoJet%2B%25287%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="1657" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GpU629WCA/YHcEsctDiwI/AAAAAAAAack/sJTXmOHNZrUFExPD7xb9LvmHJRYWyjinQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h290/FotoJet%2B%25287%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />It happened to be a very full day as we hosted a TU MuKappa event called Chai Chats. Looks like they are a tight-knit group! Let’s Get Tech-y: Creating Your Title Page https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/04/07/lets-get-tech-y-creating-your-title-page/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e1706a41-07d5-2ad9-c817-637c11494916 Wed, 07 Apr 2021 12:54:21 -0400 Part of delivering a pristine manuscript is to make sure all the pieces are in place. This includes your book’s front and back matter. Whether you’re delivering your book to an editor or preparing to self-publish it, make sure all of the front and back matter (referring to material that comes before and after the [&#8230;] Remembering and Celebrating https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/remembering-and-celebrating.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:f6ec3daf-8dea-a378-c8f0-377708cd679d Tue, 06 Apr 2021 12:27:01 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">More beauties from Tennessee. Our few surviving tulips (from the 100 bulbs planted then ravaged by critters--moles? deer?) have not bloomed yet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXp9LUJHoHQ/YGtG3UymvuI/AAAAAAAAaXk/yvHyN4CpsEEnglK-ApIOH7PWevefvlVVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Easter%2B2021%2Bbouquet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXp9LUJHoHQ/YGtG3UymvuI/AAAAAAAAaXk/yvHyN4CpsEEnglK-ApIOH7PWevefvlVVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Easter%2B2021%2Bbouquet.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's fun to see the house-building progress every Monday evening when we go to Stephan and Karen's for dinner. This time I took a picture of the floor plan on the wall to help me visualize what's coming.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvyFzrOCJrM/YGtHAYz9hGI/AAAAAAAAaXo/0iFnXaHlSloUZGS24AHpxD8hF4LtiZVcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s296/168411713_258136122653266_7997103442297337493_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="296" height="274" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvyFzrOCJrM/YGtHAYz9hGI/AAAAAAAAaXo/0iFnXaHlSloUZGS24AHpxD8hF4LtiZVcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h274/168411713_258136122653266_7997103442297337493_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent more time at Leah's this week. Do you notice the progress? Father and daughter seem to be on the same page regarding every aspect of the design.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPLSz8tg-Wg/YGx7aSGVzHI/AAAAAAAAaZY/c_SPUbJSz28OQhw_zYazfnbzQsUoECRtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1188" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPLSz8tg-Wg/YGx7aSGVzHI/AAAAAAAAaZY/c_SPUbJSz28OQhw_zYazfnbzQsUoECRtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w372-h640/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Lest we forget Michael's ongoing work with the robotics team, here is an action shot from my visit Tuesday evening. It was taken shortly after a group of visitors stopped by from the nearby&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.avisindustrial.com/">Avis Industrial Corporation</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are truly grateful for the donors that make possible this great learning opportunity for young people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-IfSbDIH_o/YGyCQxkBqwI/AAAAAAAAaZw/55Ews4MDuAgp1wxyPXROC4Pi6Ca8S76vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s275/169307846_493129685197545_2752091119766871651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="275" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-IfSbDIH_o/YGyCQxkBqwI/AAAAAAAAaZw/55Ews4MDuAgp1wxyPXROC4Pi6Ca8S76vwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/169307846_493129685197545_2752091119766871651_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Filming continued Tuesday with an evening shoot in the loft, my writing area.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqT6I46G8Ww/YGx22ecCvUI/AAAAAAAAaZE/GLYfEHcFkTwZ3PrEYH8IlpXj33bZFNbigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1133/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="1133" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqT6I46G8Ww/YGx22ecCvUI/AAAAAAAAaZE/GLYfEHcFkTwZ3PrEYH8IlpXj33bZFNbigCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h268/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And again Wednesday for a daytime scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My final acting bit was at the clinic nearby, where I "crumpled" at the news of my adoptee's death.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the end of my acting career and the crew applauded. I tried and failed to get a picture of that moment. But here, for posterity, is a photo of the team squeezed into my loft.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtdGQBw_FmE/YGx2tQ650ZI/AAAAAAAAaY8/mb22ls6HupsUlCwctOvibGLFXMhPrxfRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s521/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="339" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtdGQBw_FmE/YGx2tQ650ZI/AAAAAAAAaY8/mb22ls6HupsUlCwctOvibGLFXMhPrxfRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w416-h640/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thursday I was privileged to meet with a friend and colleague from some thirty years ago. Such a wonderful time of reminiscing and catching up on our growing families.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhoF2vkIlLk/YGx2jobuoSI/AAAAAAAAaY0/9Xl8wN1joVQWv9jAoDgMUeroBvH7yHeRgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1133/FotoJet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="1133" height="233" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhoF2vkIlLk/YGx2jobuoSI/AAAAAAAAaY0/9Xl8wN1joVQWv9jAoDgMUeroBvH7yHeRgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h233/FotoJet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another special reunion took place Friday, April 2. In honor of what would have been Dad's 100th birthday, we met with my youngest brother Alan and his wife Raquel.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_KQXF59QbI/YGx7nXJVdtI/AAAAAAAAaZc/Vvom3uqCgkgYa6rV5qr9MjQvXbiDL5PdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1133/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1011" data-original-width="1133" height="572" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_KQXF59QbI/YGx7nXJVdtI/AAAAAAAAaZc/Vvom3uqCgkgYa6rV5qr9MjQvXbiDL5PdACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h572/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had recently come across my sermon notes from when Dad spoke at the first missions conference of their young church on his birthday in the year 2000. Maybe you can help me draw more meaning out my scant notes. I'd love to hear it again if per chance it was recorded.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfGAzBceZbQ/YGx2b5h3RUI/AAAAAAAAaYw/EBvV8rGtRYcMk5RKG3bkVQSo_rOB4ge-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s571/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="571" height="303" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfGAzBceZbQ/YGx2b5h3RUI/AAAAAAAAaYw/EBvV8rGtRYcMk5RKG3bkVQSo_rOB4ge-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h303/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday was all about preparing to welcome the entire family for dinner on Resurrection Sunday!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Here you see some of the festive outfits worn for the occasion.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjPiz6bwY-8/YGx7vcuicfI/AAAAAAAAaZk/cjX79RI0_a8lXV8Ziv4WcitrOeNvJbu2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s615/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="615" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjPiz6bwY-8/YGx7vcuicfI/AAAAAAAAaZk/cjX79RI0_a8lXV8Ziv4WcitrOeNvJbu2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h390/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Various family members left early to celebrate with their other families, so we weren't able to act out the story from <a href="https://biblia.com/bible/esv/matthew/28/1-20">Matthew 28:1-10</a> as planned.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzGscBWslYQ/YGx2_ErZMKI/AAAAAAAAaZM/ETCHdfFPY_0xzWSDLIUVPav4PGwxn7pkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1520/the%2Bguards.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1520" data-original-width="1291" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzGscBWslYQ/YGx2_ErZMKI/AAAAAAAAaZM/ETCHdfFPY_0xzWSDLIUVPav4PGwxn7pkQCLcBGAsYHQ/w544-h640/the%2Bguards.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">However, the two boys were prepared and performed for us the part of the guards<span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;who trembled and became like dead men when the angel appeared at Jesus' tomb.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">They had also made a video of the story with narration and moving crafted characters about.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Wish I could post it here.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">What a memorable day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, a"remembering" of a different sort happened as scheduled when I published chapter 3 of my book, <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2018/01/christmas-1945.html">Christmas 1945</a>. Next episode comes out April 15.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ob7yPgmRBsQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Birthdays, building, and filming https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/birthdays-building-and-filming.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:77eb4131-6069-5245-701b-df60d2fbf599 Wed, 31 Mar 2021 07:54:52 -0400 <p>Here's another gorgeous bouquet from cousin Karin to brighten our days with varied colored tulips.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfP_WlvAhnk/YGKDmB6rFEI/AAAAAAAAaU8/RwERmm3vyjcmWOOflJFsI7rUMWwPdj2oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_March%2B28%2Bbouquet%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfP_WlvAhnk/YGKDmB6rFEI/AAAAAAAAaU8/RwERmm3vyjcmWOOflJFsI7rUMWwPdj2oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_March%2B28%2Bbouquet%2B2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our own area is blossoming with wild and planted blooms.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YYeUvYoXak/YGKDxZn9XEI/AAAAAAAAaVA/IiultmYRuscSQQpcCKhKW6JG5FljPJA9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YYeUvYoXak/YGKDxZn9XEI/AAAAAAAAaVA/IiultmYRuscSQQpcCKhKW6JG5FljPJA9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This last week of March was bookended with birthday celebrations--Kalani the first Sunday and his Papaw Jimmy the next.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D29084jLPm8/YGKD4JmWyUI/AAAAAAAAaVI/f3JDFZ7U444U-se4TDUIVK6FpDxgwXNrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D29084jLPm8/YGKD4JmWyUI/AAAAAAAAaVI/f3JDFZ7U444U-se4TDUIVK6FpDxgwXNrQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Opening his many gifts was a slow process, tearing off bits of wrapping paper and handing them to us, or just sitting on the gift. Though he was shirtless and readied to dive into his special cake, he didn't make a big deal of it. And, of course, this one-year-old could not appreciate his six-year-old cousin's heart-felt birthday card just yet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c1MwIWpw6Q/YGNS9kENH1I/AAAAAAAAaVs/86p9UVlOguAI8cbbNy8qpR2KZfuoHj1OwCLcBGAsYHQ/s856/166512905_10101191489409086_400305847330977433_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c1MwIWpw6Q/YGNS9kENH1I/AAAAAAAAaVs/86p9UVlOguAI8cbbNy8qpR2KZfuoHj1OwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/166512905_10101191489409086_400305847330977433_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was a joy and privilege to meet with my friend Petey for breakfast Monday. It seems our meeting times are not as regular now with increased grandmotherly duties.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWzddYuxA0/YGNTU954RVI/AAAAAAAAaV4/aBZfDbi-ldUYERie4BmVDPpx-8l2uGJcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166976998_10101191489104696_1969657629569756002_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWzddYuxA0/YGNTU954RVI/AAAAAAAAaV4/aBZfDbi-ldUYERie4BmVDPpx-8l2uGJcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/166976998_10101191489104696_1969657629569756002_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has significantly increased his fatherly involvements this week, still working some hours daily at Stephan's and also helping Leah's dream art studio become a reality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj8TQ5VrqAI/YGKED04VaSI/AAAAAAAAaVQ/GroSWrwMpU0Eo5KzOnuKISN2Z67XJ_LTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01476.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj8TQ5VrqAI/YGKED04VaSI/AAAAAAAAaVQ/GroSWrwMpU0Eo5KzOnuKISN2Z67XJ_LTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/dsc01476.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/03/28/purlins/" style="text-align: left;">Purlins</a>, do you know what they are? And can you see the window frame he was putting together?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tuesday, March 23, I was remembering Milt Koch, my father-in-law, who passed away on that day in 2003 at age 86 after a long ten years battling crippling illnesses.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oAjzokAFLTc/YGNU8QaMEiI/AAAAAAAAaWE/-1kkCEybmC4fJyQv60pTSQcB5Hyjs1ouACLcBGAsYHQ/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="550" height="291" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oAjzokAFLTc/YGNU8QaMEiI/AAAAAAAAaWE/-1kkCEybmC4fJyQv60pTSQcB5Hyjs1ouACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/download.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Tuesday afternoons, when Rebecca is here, we walk the trash up the lane to the road for Wednesday pick-up. She insists on trying to pull it up on her own.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_dILfRqwk0/YGKEUSW1TWI/AAAAAAAAaVc/e0Ynd5vvIJQeWPQi1jgAbAbiWJXRD9NuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166359907_10101191326730096_2758364122560608410_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_dILfRqwk0/YGKEUSW1TWI/AAAAAAAAaVc/e0Ynd5vvIJQeWPQi1jgAbAbiWJXRD9NuwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/166359907_10101191326730096_2758364122560608410_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My adventure in filming began Wednesday. Kendra, our resident film major, needed a 75 year-old for her senior narrative, thus I became "Miss Holly" despite my age (76).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The setting for the first shoot was a bed and breakfast nearby with a lovely lake. There on the bridge my "godson" broke up with Quinn, his fiancee. He died shortly thereafter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uBiKT9Fi9c/YGNVHg7MmqI/AAAAAAAAaWI/_vDBySXenlEwEclVKH4VUl_wSvu0pxozwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166987198_10101191489059786_9052859466624650829_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uBiKT9Fi9c/YGNVHg7MmqI/AAAAAAAAaWI/_vDBySXenlEwEclVKH4VUl_wSvu0pxozwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/166987198_10101191489059786_9052859466624650829_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This was my place, at the table looking at a photo album of Jack's boyhood.<div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kF5RYhkpYI/YGNbA7-XMUI/AAAAAAAAaWc/fSFXgIzK2FMEtZz_7dkqt9zjfUP4_gozwCLcBGAsYHQ/s689/167126288_762125768075051_6206783340990221962_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="689" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kF5RYhkpYI/YGNbA7-XMUI/AAAAAAAAaWc/fSFXgIzK2FMEtZz_7dkqt9zjfUP4_gozwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/167126288_762125768075051_6206783340990221962_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Be4zvTjpk/YGNbMBh2yzI/AAAAAAAAaWg/F-Lz5IzmJJkmfPJyVNv_LKXylJYQCBfwACLcBGAsYHQ/s736/166338322_477084776965664_2584048319469832220_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="736" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Be4zvTjpk/YGNbMBh2yzI/AAAAAAAAaWg/F-Lz5IzmJJkmfPJyVNv_LKXylJYQCBfwACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/166338322_477084776965664_2584048319469832220_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here you can glimpse the crew but not the massive impressive equipment required.&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To transport, load and unload, set up, dismantle all that is already a major task. The team had three&nbsp;very long days&nbsp; filming in different sets. The novice actors didn't make it any easier for them.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oYBNg6YF8/YGKEyEUz7zI/AAAAAAAAaVk/ekJAAEdgZsYqAYgZOFUH29OPcqpBM1h5ACLcBGAsYHQ/w265-h400/166365230_10101191326410736_2378954170141653836_n.jpg" width="265" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael gets out for extended bike rides again, some 40 miles Saturday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj1ACE2c4qY/YGNd2Qp8zKI/AAAAAAAAaWo/m_SL20ueDFsvdjxzcn_XAqB4Jr7MvmF2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1316/166643455_10101191648844576_3107847384533892075_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1316" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj1ACE2c4qY/YGNd2Qp8zKI/AAAAAAAAaWo/m_SL20ueDFsvdjxzcn_XAqB4Jr7MvmF2ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/166643455_10101191648844576_3107847384533892075_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I was at Jack's "funeral" faking sorrow. Daughter Leah joined me as an extra. We don't look very sad here!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kugwzlCNueo/YGNd8-jfbtI/AAAAAAAAaWs/-u0CRXOkchQamiey-nlEd8Gv5wmMMhQfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/167033310_10101191489019866_5324009364983574502_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kugwzlCNueo/YGNd8-jfbtI/AAAAAAAAaWs/-u0CRXOkchQamiey-nlEd8Gv5wmMMhQfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/167033310_10101191489019866_5324009364983574502_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday was our final March birthday celebration--a dinner out with Leah and Jimmy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ-FEeN0H4U/YGRhdhDZ03I/AAAAAAAAaW8/huExtknLTCw-yA3BWNDKqXuKYYUZczUMACLcBGAsYHQ/s1206/167156207_10101191827955636_7462288777877750436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1206" height="205" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ-FEeN0H4U/YGRhdhDZ03I/AAAAAAAAaW8/huExtknLTCw-yA3BWNDKqXuKYYUZczUMACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h205/167156207_10101191827955636_7462288777877750436_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Gud962W6c/YGRhdjH9fMI/AAAAAAAAaW4/1LgpyxAIMVgKXBJ5ySdWUJEIQXzoH5nLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/167531748_10101191828105336_3172700278656124712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Gud962W6c/YGRhdjH9fMI/AAAAAAAAaW4/1LgpyxAIMVgKXBJ5ySdWUJEIQXzoH5nLQCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/167531748_10101191828105336_3172700278656124712_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">March is almost over, but life marches on relentlessly. What surprises will next week bring?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/auw7CtHCXE0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding Page Breaks https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/02/20/lets-get-tech-y-adding-page-breaks/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3e48e9a9-a3e4-c401-6000-c25e86718427 Sat, 20 Feb 2021 19:15:59 -0500 The next piece from our bulleted list of creating solid manuscript submissions (see the post here) to send to publishers is to put a page break between chapters (and everywhere that you need to start a new page). Fortunately, Microsoft Word makes this easy. First of all, here&#8217;s what not to do. DON&#8217;T get to [&#8230;] Let’s Get Tech-y: Removing Double Spaces between Sentences https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/01/24/lets-get-tech-y-removing-double-spaces-between-sentences/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3da2a2e9-a932-1867-0c38-b81127f88e0f Sun, 24 Jan 2021 18:37:54 -0500 It&#8217;s a difficult habit to break. If you learned to type on a typewriter (as I did), you were taught to put a double space between sentences. Now, however, that&#8217;s incorrect and will be problematic when you send in that submission. Editors expect that you won&#8217;t do this. Why did we (ahem, old folks) learn [&#8230;] Submitting in 2021: Get It Done! https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/12/31/submitting-in-2021-get-it-done/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:1a86f333-03e5-a4fb-6802-865d3b7416ce Thu, 31 Dec 2020 14:00:32 -0500 I&#8217;ve been watching Twitter feeds in the #writingcommunity hashtag and seeing lots of folks post that 2021 is the year they will finally submit &#8212; to magazines or literary magazines or a book publisher. I say, YAY. GO FOR IT! You pour yourself into those words and you have something to say into the world. [&#8230;] There’s A Baby in the Barn http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:df7b18d7-0fba-a96b-d968-0a823a955bc0 Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:08:36 -0500 <p>And a Christmas Party, December 19 Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ETSanta hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns! Click to Join the Party on Saturday There's A Baby in the BarnParticipating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that [...]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="has-text-align-center" style="font-size:24px"><strong><span class="has-inline-color has-vivid-red-color">And a Christmas Party, December 19 </span></strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td>Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ET<br>Santa hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. <br>Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns!</td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><img src="https://ci5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/c-bR5aa7qn09cN_v9SoPffoHdy_c3ky-QMS2O4vm9qA7W92IGpW3_DoLRp_gKCXRh-TN3Zr9-zsGjWSUDJDAMI_u4pIDtdRTDReixvZhwtouWQV0RT-E1UiPBOSSv-Knt-zSyLyykKHJnTlVPGM4=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/3737399647f16fd03c50c19f79ac9bd7b24e52a8.jpeg" alt="" width="383.0789825970549"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table class="has-subtle-pale-green-background-color has-background"><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-left" data-align="left"><strong>There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</strong><br><br>Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that the humble barn where Jesus was born was a quiet setting. The crowning moment of each December’s extravaganza was the Nativity scene. Dressed in bed sheets and their fathers’ oversized bathrobes, all the children solemnly sang Silent Night.<br><br>Then I moved to the country, got my own barn, and had my own birth in the stable.<br><br>It all began when drought forced a farmer to sell livestock, including a soft-eyed, pregnant mare.<br><br>“She’s just like Mary,” my children implored. “She needs a place to have her baby.”<br><br>So this innkeeper found room in our stable for the mother-to-be. A baby monitor allowed us to hear what happened in the barn during the night. Birds in the rafters supplied a cacophony of twittering, mice scampered through hay, and horses slurped their feed before rustling through straw to bed down. Once asleep, the horses groaned while they napped and passed gas so loud we thought the mare was giving birth, and dashed to the barn at 3:30 a.m.<br><br>Following weeks of false alarms, the baby was born in her own time on a night I was too sleep-deprived to tiptoe to the barn. What an exquisite wonder that morning to discover a newborn in the stable.<br><br>That&#8217;s why this year’s Christmas pageant was my favorite. &#8220;Let&#8217;s have live animals,&#8221; the music director crowed.<br><br>Opening night the staging was elaborate. The well-rehearsed choir took its place. The orchestra began on the downbeat. &#8220;Joy to the world,&#8221; the audience joined the choir as the words appeared on the overhead. &#8220;Let men their sons employ.&#8221;<br><br>Choreographed to mask the noisy rearrangement of animals on stage, the pianist&#8217;s solo was a wasted effort. The keyboard was unplugged. From behind the curtains, the audience heard the trainer smooching at the donkey who was reluctant to come on stage and was more reluctant to walk off.<br><br>The violinist&#8217;s microphone was not on, as the wise men bowed before the wailing Christ child. Mary and Joseph tried to look holy while sheep nibbled their robes, between burping and chewing their malodorous cud.<br><br>At that moment a runaway sheep left his post and dashed about the little town of Bethlehem. Engrossed by the drama, the drummer forgot to drum. The conductor looked up from conducting and paled as the speeding sheep fairly leapt into his arms.<br><br>By the second performance the “g” was added to sons, the keyboard and violin found their plugs, and fencing was added for the sheep. The rest of the performances went without hitch, but my favorite was opening night. It seemed a better reenactment of what probably happened in that starlit stable many years ago.<br><br><em>PeggySue currently has two horses because horses are like potato chips – you can’t have just one.</em></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p>