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/ On My Shelf: The Faithful Imagination http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-the-faithful-imagination/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:b1c5e20d-7423-bc5a-1b75-ff925e332e82 Fri, 20 Sep 2019 05:30:37 -0400 <p>Back in 2018, I was honored to have the opportunity to present at the Frances White Ewbank Colloquium on C.S. Lewis &#38; Friends, on the topic of The Inklings and Gaming. Just recently, my paper on my presentation was published&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-the-faithful-imagination/">On My Shelf: The Faithful Imagination</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Commercials Then and Now http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26790 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:06628b5d-b392-6d22-c68a-0571d937ca72 Wed, 18 Sep 2019 07:13:36 -0400 My husband and I view a television program for a grand total of 63 seconds before a carrot chorus line high-kicks across the screen. Then an older couple, whose idea of a good time has deteriorated to shivering in separate bathtubs, teeter on a cliff’s edge. One ad (guess which one) strikes me as mildly [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-dashing-carrot-vegetables-29063_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-26802" width="182" height="311" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-dashing-carrot-vegetables-29063_1280.png 421w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-dashing-carrot-vegetables-29063_1280-176x300.png 176w" sizes="(max-width: 182px) 100vw, 182px" /></figure></div> <p>My husband and I view a television program for a grand total of 63 seconds before a carrot chorus line high-kicks across the screen. Then an older couple, whose idea of a good time has deteriorated to shivering in separate bathtubs, teeter on a cliff’s edge.</p> <p>One ad (guess which one) strikes me as mildly funny. I chuckle.</p> <p>“You’ve seen that a hundred times.” Hubby rolls his eyes.</p> <p>“I have?” I prod my memory. Zero recall.</p> <p>“You never pay attention to commercials.” He makes this sound downright un-American.</p> <p>I resent the slam on my patriotism. Plus, he’s dead wrong. I remember lots of commercials — except they belong to a different era.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-white-bread-in-toaster-72747_1280-1024x682.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26793" width="320" height="213" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-white-bread-in-toaster-72747_1280-1024x682.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-white-bread-in-toaster-72747_1280-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-white-bread-in-toaster-72747_1280-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-white-bread-in-toaster-72747_1280-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-white-bread-in-toaster-72747_1280.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 320px) 100vw, 320px" /></figure></div> <p>Decades ago, Captain Kangaroo lauded Wonder Bread, which built strong bodies 12 ways. Captain K. always celebrated my birthday with a big cake. He reminded me to say my prayers. So, when the Captain told me to ask Mom to buy Wonder Bread, I did. But Mom said it was expensive. Gasp! How could she flout the wisdom of Captain Kangaroo?</p> <p>She gave in, however, to lovable hucksters who taught thousands of children — including my husband and me — to spell “Nestlé” before they could spell their own names. Danny, a ventriloquist dummy, sang, “N-E-S-T-L-E-S, Nestlé’s makes the very best—” and Farfel the dog chimed in, “Choc’-late!” with a loud snap of his jaws. Good stuff.</p> <p>Even black-and-white TV couldn’t diminish the Ali Baba richness of Kenner’s Sparkle Paints. Not only would Sparkle Paints pictures glitterize and glamorize my room, they would magically protect me from arithmetic, besides bringing about world peace.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-paint-on-child-3194977_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26796" width="391" height="260" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-paint-on-child-3194977_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-paint-on-child-3194977_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-paint-on-child-3194977_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-paint-on-child-3194977_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 391px) 100vw, 391px" /></figure></div> <p>I received Kenner’s Sparkle Paints as a gift! But my attempts — plops, glops, and slops of paint — resembled nothing on TV. Since Russian Premier Nikita Krushchev still banged his shoe on podiums and yelled during other commercials, Sparkle Paints didn’t accomplish world peace, either.</p> <p>Although now a child cynic, I still enjoyed commercial jingles, including Speedy the Alka-Seltzer<sup>®</sup> mascot’s “Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh, what a relief it is.” And I, along with a gazillion other schoolchildren, wished we were Oscar Mayer wieners.</p> <p>Medical commercials, however, caused me concern. I didn’t know what Preparation H<sup>®</sup> treated, but it had to be life-threatening because when I asked Dad, he didn’t want to talk about it.</p> <p>Some commercials embarrassed me. I wished Mr. Whipple and his friends, who squeezed Charmin toilet paper in public, would disappear.</p> <p>Nowadays, though, with Victoria’s Secret models joining the TV carrot chorus line and Vagisil/Viagra enthusiasts telling me much, much more than I want to know, I tend to veg, remembering only commercials of yesteryear.</p> <p>Never thought I’d say this, but Mr. Whipple, I really miss you.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-toilet-paper-3964492_1920-1024x678.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26797" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-toilet-paper-3964492_1920-1024x678.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-toilet-paper-3964492_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-toilet-paper-3964492_1920-768x509.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190918-toilet-paper-3964492_1920-624x413.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite commercial? Your un-favorite?</p> September slipping by https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/september-soaring-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:32d2ee89-ad46-bb7f-b6c0-5cc15900ad8b Tue, 17 Sep 2019 20:41:42 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Since I began driving again I haven't walked as much. I miss that. I have also really missed watercolor sessions, with friends or even on my own. On one of those long walks weeks ago I picked up a beautiful luna moth (dead, of course) and determined to follow a tutorial I had seen to paint one.<br />Weeks went by, the poor moth was falling apart, the outline was sitting there, even a jar of water and the brushes. Still I couldn't find or make the time. Finally this weekend it happened.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffid68sbGO4/XYEsu0Zc8VI/AAAAAAAAXFc/YAurDpJqIX0v57oH-wkbw19hc-ZexI6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/luna%2Bmoth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="1600" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffid68sbGO4/XYEsu0Zc8VI/AAAAAAAAXFc/YAurDpJqIX0v57oH-wkbw19hc-ZexI6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/luna%2Bmoth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;So, what fills my time? Most people are happy to see that my arms are free, no sling or cast, and so they assume I am all better. However, I am still working on gaining back pain-free full mobility with the left arm. It takes time to go to physical therapy twice a week and do the exercises every day. This week I was especially discouraged as there seemed to be little progress. A friend offered me a massage which loosened up some of the tight muscles. I am more encouraged now.<br /><br />An article came out in the local paper that explains a little what Michael has been up to every day. Cleaning, fixing up, and outfitting the old warehouse, new home of the PhyXTGears, requires a huge amount of work. The goal is to have it ready for an Open House the Tuesday after Thanksgiving.<br />A couple of friends have given of their time to work with him.<br />I am very happy that this robotics team headquarters is only 10 or 12 minutes from our home. I enjoy being able to take him a lunch and observe the daily progress.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CxXlSF2dLg/XYE0X3308jI/AAAAAAAAXF8/SRy0WnwBP-E46Dww07o0fogC5zYow2vewCEwYBhgL/s1600/Courier%2Barticle%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1222" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CxXlSF2dLg/XYE0X3308jI/AAAAAAAAXF8/SRy0WnwBP-E46Dww07o0fogC5zYow2vewCEwYBhgL/s640/Courier%2Barticle%2BCollage.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Diane's 66th birthday was Wednesday (9/11). She has come to really look forward to and even expect the annual getaway, a "tradition" begun last year when I took her to Amish Acres.<br />This year we went to Shipshewana--the Blue Gate Classic package--inn, restaurant, and theatre.<br />"I really liked that," was her most repeated phrase as she commented about each and every experience.<br /><table align="center" 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/-RRmsYHmu-l8/XYEsuFnWKoI/AAAAAAAAXFQ/SR599kw9Zdwx21V_HqVMO0XLhdYXmZOYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Diane%2B%2BShipshe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRmsYHmu-l8/XYEsuFnWKoI/AAAAAAAAXFQ/SR599kw9Zdwx21V_HqVMO0XLhdYXmZOYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Diane%2B%2BShipshe%2BCollage.jpg" width="470" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Notice her "knight in shining armour" She can't decide which ride she prefers.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>She was enthralled by the walls and walls covered with photos of country singers and performers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KWGAsc_ew4/XYEsub968nI/AAAAAAAAXFo/_RBiH-FgHlYhQFr74Pgz27DDsdz5IiRcwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Shipshe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1195" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KWGAsc_ew4/XYEsub968nI/AAAAAAAAXFo/_RBiH-FgHlYhQFr74Pgz27DDsdz5IiRcwCEwYBhgL/s640/Shipshe%2BCollage.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, the Amish&nbsp;covered buggy was the best.&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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44unBBbgyjI/XYEsuLrlXXI/AAAAAAAAXFU/17zrJREb6bMPrTlNMtoqBi5GnxOopvBFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Farm%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="661" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44unBBbgyjI/XYEsuLrlXXI/AAAAAAAAXFU/17zrJREb6bMPrTlNMtoqBi5GnxOopvBFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Farm%2BCollage.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many photo opportunities</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael took off all day Saturday to enjoy a long ride with his bicycling buddies. The beautiful weather won't last long.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSuXIxrSll0/XYEst5EtX9I/AAAAAAAAXFw/R9MtbdTLuO0mPVZegr205SGwi84DSjPAACEwYBhgL/s1600/71347382_1036149910109640_4758507190518546432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1507" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSuXIxrSll0/XYEst5EtX9I/AAAAAAAAXFw/R9MtbdTLuO0mPVZegr205SGwi84DSjPAACEwYBhgL/s320/71347382_1036149910109640_4758507190518546432_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kristie had been training for a mini marathon and amazed herself:<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">"I ran my first&nbsp;</span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:104,&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/halfmarathon?source=feed_text&amp;epa=HASHTAG" style="background-color: white; color: #385898; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="_5afx" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: isolate;"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl _5afz" style="color: #365899; unicode-bidi: isolate;">#</span><span class="_58cm">halfmarathon</span></span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">&nbsp;in 9.5 years! My time wasn’t what I had hoped for (1 hour 55 minutes and some seconds?). I hoped to do it in 1:53 or less. But I started WAY too fast and ran the first mile in under 7 minutes. I reminded myself that I need to run my race, not theirs. So I fell back, but still kept an 8 minute mile for half the race... then at 9 miles the lactic acid began to turn my legs into steel beams. I hit a hard wall at mile 10 and prayed and willed myself not to walk. I didn’t, praise God! Somehow I got 2nd overall! I was shocked... there wasn’t much competition. Except - The winner was in her 20s and was phenomenal! I am grateful God has given my body the ability to do this again at my age. In a couple days I turn 41!"</span></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYndsVp4Icw/XYF3cWHpcbI/AAAAAAAAXGI/-wRxFXKfuxIe7hu1NxbnFLnKja4tDJ7gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kristie%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYndsVp4Icw/XYF3cWHpcbI/AAAAAAAAXGI/-wRxFXKfuxIe7hu1NxbnFLnKja4tDJ7gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kristie%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Today as I write this it is her birthday! We are so grateful for you, Kristie, and for the health that has been restored to you after many years of struggle.<br /><br />The book I am working on is a neglected area in my life lately. That has to change if I ever want to be a "finisher."<br /><br />Do you have an unfinished project that calls to you incessantly?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xJ-0zOYrL00" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> September soaring on https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/september-soaring-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:34a599c5-1990-e87e-5883-b1a52ba4aa46 Tue, 17 Sep 2019 20:40:17 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Since I began driving again I haven't walked as much. I miss that. I have also really missed watercolor sessions, with friends or even on my own. On one of those long walks weeks ago I picked up a beautiful luna moth (dead, of course) and determined to follow a tutorial I had seen to paint one.<br />Weeks went by, the poor moth was falling apart, the outline was sitting there, even a jar of water and the brushes. Still I couldn't find or make the time. Finally this weekend it happened.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffid68sbGO4/XYEsu0Zc8VI/AAAAAAAAXFc/YAurDpJqIX0v57oH-wkbw19hc-ZexI6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/luna%2Bmoth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="1600" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffid68sbGO4/XYEsu0Zc8VI/AAAAAAAAXFc/YAurDpJqIX0v57oH-wkbw19hc-ZexI6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/luna%2Bmoth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;So, what fills my time? Most people are happy to see that my arms are free, no sling or cast, and so they assume I am all better. However, I am still working on gaining back pain-free full mobility with the left arm. It takes time to go to physical therapy twice a week and do the exercises every day. This week I was especially discouraged as there seemed to be little progress. A friend offered me a massage which loosened up some of the tight muscles. I am more encouraged now.<br /><br />An article came out in the local paper that explains a little what Michael has been up to every day. Cleaning, fixing up, and outfitting the old warehouse, new home of the PhyXTGears, requires a huge amount of work. The goal is to have it ready for an Open House the Tuesday after Thanksgiving.<br />A couple of friends have given of their time to work with him.<br />I am very happy that this robotics team headquarters is only 10 or 12 minutes from our home. I enjoy being able to take him a lunch and observe the daily progress.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CxXlSF2dLg/XYE0X3308jI/AAAAAAAAXF8/SRy0WnwBP-E46Dww07o0fogC5zYow2vewCEwYBhgL/s1600/Courier%2Barticle%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1222" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CxXlSF2dLg/XYE0X3308jI/AAAAAAAAXF8/SRy0WnwBP-E46Dww07o0fogC5zYow2vewCEwYBhgL/s640/Courier%2Barticle%2BCollage.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Diane's 66th birthday was Wednesday (9/11). She has come to really look forward to and even expect the annual getaway, a "tradition" begun last year when I took her to Amish Acres.<br />This year we went to Shipshewana--the Blue Gate Classic package--inn, restaurant, and theatre.<br />"I really liked that," was her most repeated phrase as she commented about each and every experience.<br /><table align="center" 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/-RRmsYHmu-l8/XYEsuFnWKoI/AAAAAAAAXFQ/SR599kw9Zdwx21V_HqVMO0XLhdYXmZOYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Diane%2B%2BShipshe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRmsYHmu-l8/XYEsuFnWKoI/AAAAAAAAXFQ/SR599kw9Zdwx21V_HqVMO0XLhdYXmZOYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Diane%2B%2BShipshe%2BCollage.jpg" width="470" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Notice her "knight in shining armour" She can't decide which ride she prefers.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>She was enthralled by the walls and walls covered with photos of country singers and performers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KWGAsc_ew4/XYEsub968nI/AAAAAAAAXFo/_RBiH-FgHlYhQFr74Pgz27DDsdz5IiRcwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Shipshe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1195" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KWGAsc_ew4/XYEsub968nI/AAAAAAAAXFo/_RBiH-FgHlYhQFr74Pgz27DDsdz5IiRcwCEwYBhgL/s640/Shipshe%2BCollage.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, the Amish&nbsp;covered buggy was the best.&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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44unBBbgyjI/XYEsuLrlXXI/AAAAAAAAXFU/17zrJREb6bMPrTlNMtoqBi5GnxOopvBFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Farm%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="661" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44unBBbgyjI/XYEsuLrlXXI/AAAAAAAAXFU/17zrJREb6bMPrTlNMtoqBi5GnxOopvBFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Farm%2BCollage.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many photo opportunities</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael took off all day Saturday to enjoy a long ride with his bicycling buddies. The beautiful weather won't last long.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSuXIxrSll0/XYEst5EtX9I/AAAAAAAAXFw/R9MtbdTLuO0mPVZegr205SGwi84DSjPAACEwYBhgL/s1600/71347382_1036149910109640_4758507190518546432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1507" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSuXIxrSll0/XYEst5EtX9I/AAAAAAAAXFw/R9MtbdTLuO0mPVZegr205SGwi84DSjPAACEwYBhgL/s320/71347382_1036149910109640_4758507190518546432_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kristie had been training for a mini marathon and amazed herself:<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">"I ran my first&nbsp;</span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:104,&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/halfmarathon?source=feed_text&amp;epa=HASHTAG" style="background-color: white; color: #385898; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="_5afx" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: isolate;"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl _5afz" style="color: #365899; unicode-bidi: isolate;">#</span><span class="_58cm">halfmarathon</span></span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">&nbsp;in 9.5 years! My time wasn’t what I had hoped for (1 hour 55 minutes and some seconds?). I hoped to do it in 1:53 or less. But I started WAY too fast and ran the first mile in under 7 minutes. I reminded myself that I need to run my race, not theirs. So I fell back, but still kept an 8 minute mile for half the race... then at 9 miles the lactic acid began to turn my legs into steel beams. I hit a hard wall at mile 10 and prayed and willed myself not to walk. I didn’t, praise God! Somehow I got 2nd overall! I was shocked... there wasn’t much competition. Except - The winner was in her 20s and was phenomenal! I am grateful God has given my body the ability to do this again at my age. In a couple days I turn 41!"</span></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYndsVp4Icw/XYF3cWHpcbI/AAAAAAAAXGI/-wRxFXKfuxIe7hu1NxbnFLnKja4tDJ7gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kristie%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYndsVp4Icw/XYF3cWHpcbI/AAAAAAAAXGI/-wRxFXKfuxIe7hu1NxbnFLnKja4tDJ7gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kristie%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Today as I write this it is her birthday! We are so grateful for you, Kristie, and for the health that has been restored to you after many years of struggle.<br /><br />The book I am working on is a neglected area in my life lately. That has to change if I ever want to be a "finisher."<br /><br />Do you have an unfinished project that calls to you incessantly?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xJ-0zOYrL00" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In love with God’s Word—even thru fiery trials https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/09/16/in-love-with-gods-word-even-thru-fiery-trials/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:fb1c9a34-d8d2-8bbb-8b7e-cf80a560d886 Mon, 16 Sep 2019 20:11:18 -0400 We sat in our typical living room spots, my husband and I, bingeing something on Netflix as we unwound that late August evening. “Do you smell something?” he asked. I did. A slight husky smell of smoke. He looked out the back door and noticed our neighbors’ bonfire. “It’s next door.” He shrugged and added, [&#8230;] OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: My Garden Runneth Over http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26738 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1a69088a-f891-a855-f6f7-6bf2dbff9fd0 Mon, 16 Sep 2019 07:40:00 -0400 OMG, Thank You for a harvest in which there is standing room only!  <p style="text-align:center"><strong>OMG, Thank You for a harvest in which there is standing room only!  </strong> </p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190916-GardenHarvest.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26739" width="569" height="385"/></figure></div> On My Shelf: Play Smart http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-play-smart/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:70c6a9dd-621c-8e1e-1d6e-152c93ab68d8 Fri, 13 Sep 2019 05:30:51 -0400 <p>At Gen Con 2019, I picked up Ignacy Trzewiczek&#8216;s new (&#8220;old&#8221;) book, Play Smart &#8211; Insightful Advice On How To Be A Successful GM. The first-ever English release of this book was part of the 20th anniversary of Portal Games.&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-play-smart/">On My Shelf: Play Smart</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Festivals and Moves https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/festivals-and-moves.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:793ee5c2-9ac8-de64-207a-dc02f4455e5f Wed, 11 Sep 2019 22:18:37 -0400 Labor Day weekend is the big Upland festival--yard sales all over town, music and food at the Lion's Park culminating with fireworks Sunday night, and a parade on Monday.<br /><br />My best yard sale purchase was this Mancala game that sits on our big counter and leads to competitive rounds among the three housemates. Moriah, the young college student has the most wins.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkLp0A4dG-4/XXk2qurZyMI/AAAAAAAAXC8/GVnTmaTVtQw3nV9P2FFNK6lhWcrLDb3uwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/70934297_10100829095943496_4386311500810158080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkLp0A4dG-4/XXk2qurZyMI/AAAAAAAAXC8/GVnTmaTVtQw3nV9P2FFNK6lhWcrLDb3uwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/70934297_10100829095943496_4386311500810158080_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The parade is a big deal in this small town. As the memories of years past surfaced on Facebook, I was reminded of the variety of ways we have taken part and enjoyed this Upland tradition. When we had horses Michael and different family members entered them. Some rode bicycles another year and Michael joined on his Segway once. There was a time when the skateboarders from Sam's shop were a favorite feature.<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-fQZwvBxSIwU/XXlPC_RFWjI/AAAAAAAAXEc/P6en7982ZIcD-SJLLs8QbeFaiytApm9KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/69948932_10100829098164046_6225284190489804800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="638" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQZwvBxSIwU/XXlPC_RFWjI/AAAAAAAAXEc/P6en7982ZIcD-SJLLs8QbeFaiytApm9KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/69948932_10100829098164046_6225284190489804800_n.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca's first Labor Day parade</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Our youngest family member, Rebecca didn't always enjoy the experience. Last year she hid in the house and watched through the window. However, this year she and I were in the Basics Jr. [<span style="font-size: x-small;">a high-energy Bible club geared especially for younger kids 4 year-2nd grade</span>] section. She rode in the truck and I walked/jogged behind handing out leaflets and candy. Moriah and I are both volunteer helpers in Basics Jr. this year.<br />&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evayGp5kIFc/XXlHoMalJJI/AAAAAAAAXEE/lnJPu12myakRtv-IbwFC9vWmOVgNw3oMwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Parade%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="1600" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evayGp5kIFc/XXlHoMalJJI/AAAAAAAAXEE/lnJPu12myakRtv-IbwFC9vWmOVgNw3oMwCEwYBhgL/s640/Parade%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The family tends to congregate in front of Leah's house to watch the event. When Rebecca and I came after the parade we found that Sam and the boys had joined the fun. Matt and Kayla had their honey sale going.<br /><br />A couple weeks ago I mentioned the possibility of big changes coming for the robotics team. I can now announce officially that they are moving out of Madjax and into an old building that has had many lives in its 100+ years of existence. More recently it was a used auto shop. We walked through last week assessing the needs and potential. A huge amount of work will go into getting set up to begin building a robot in the new year.<br />My two favorite features--door and chandelier--so very out of place in the old dusty crusty warehouse.&nbsp;<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-U-AVIByU2II/XXk3Xui8hkI/AAAAAAAAXDI/P6hkpfk-XfsrpWR0tV4Ujm4-s7exziLTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/team%2Bmove%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-AVIByU2II/XXk3Xui8hkI/AAAAAAAAXDI/P6hkpfk-XfsrpWR0tV4Ujm4-s7exziLTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/team%2Bmove%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back and front of Blue Dutch Auto</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Hopefully, the move will draw in students from a broader area. To advertise the newly named East Central Indiana Robotics, the guys took advantage of the Matthews Covered Bridge festival, September 6-8, and set up a display with a few robots on Main St. in front of the building. They talked for hours with passersby and handed out brochures.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBQht3H5O1w/XXlHoEHR6xI/AAAAAAAAXD8/6321UDW_dpUGsD5AElU3uRcIYgVGNku8gCEwYBhgL/s1600/Blue%2BDutch%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="1600" height="502" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBQht3H5O1w/XXlHoEHR6xI/AAAAAAAAXD8/6321UDW_dpUGsD5AElU3uRcIYgVGNku8gCEwYBhgL/s640/Blue%2BDutch%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had planned to go to Winona Lake Friday afternoon, visit with Mother and attend a Josh Garrels concert at Grace. Instead, I drove up to see Mother alone and met with a representative from a company that offers hospice services. My brother Alan and I listened to a lot of information and signed many papers. Later that evening a nurse came, checked her vitals, read all the charts and consulted with the agency's doctor who determined that Mother does not qualify for their services at this time&nbsp;.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"So, Mother, you are too well. You'll likely live to be 100!" She just smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the concert I met up with Sam and Kristie, the boys, and Lexi (Malachi's fiancé). Josh's music is a family favorite. We have known the Garrels for many years and watched their family grow. When the crowd was begging for an encore, I went outside the tent to talk to Michelle. Just then he ended with a song he wrote for his wife, and I took her picture as he was singing about how beautiful she is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></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/-lrJDXJNAqUM/XXlHn8lJCRI/AAAAAAAAXD4/mqY3hw2pGyIjSPq5Ddlf1P2gEbmXFc5jQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Garrells%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="1600" height="347" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrJDXJNAqUM/XXlHn8lJCRI/AAAAAAAAXD4/mqY3hw2pGyIjSPq5Ddlf1P2gEbmXFc5jQCEwYBhgL/s400/Garrells%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>We are so blessed to know wonderful people from all over the world. This week we were privileged to visit with Andi and Sheba Eicher from India. They brought their daughter Asha here, a fifth generation Eicher to attend Taylor University. Of course, there was the obligatory Ivanhoe's stop.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYRWyzSs25A/XXlIC4bQk4I/AAAAAAAAXEI/1a29rKkTgK8YqIFKJDTMJOpGH7nZlAidACEwYBhgL/s1600/70547268_10100829097290796_6660161904226336768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="722" height="419" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYRWyzSs25A/XXlIC4bQk4I/AAAAAAAAXEI/1a29rKkTgK8YqIFKJDTMJOpGH7nZlAidACEwYBhgL/s640/70547268_10100829097290796_6660161904226336768_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;">Another exciting week that took longer to process than I had hoped. I am reminded that my body is still healing from the accident in June and that slows me down.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I suspect none of you accomplished everything you wish you had in one week. True?</div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/A8KhVJZ5auE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> There’s a Strange Man in the House http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26658 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:a0acb1cc-2bd2-669b-c76a-bdfeb8aff0e2 Wed, 11 Sep 2019 07:15:38 -0400 What’s that? I listen, heart pounding. Bumps in the house tell me I’m not alone. It’s midafternoon. I shouldn’t hear these until 5:30. But the noises morph into big footsteps. He’s walking my direction. I grab the nearest weapon. A sofa pillow? Not much help. But that’s all right. The “intruder” is my husband. For [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-burglar-308858_1280-Flipped-710x1024.png" alt="" class="wp-image-26668" width="366" height="528" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-burglar-308858_1280-Flipped-710x1024.png 710w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-burglar-308858_1280-Flipped-208x300.png 208w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-burglar-308858_1280-Flipped-768x1107.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-burglar-308858_1280-Flipped-624x900.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-burglar-308858_1280-Flipped.png 887w" sizes="(max-width: 366px) 100vw, 366px" /></figure></div> <p><em>What’s that?</em></p> <p>I listen, heart pounding.</p> <p>Bumps in the house tell me I’m not alone.</p> <p>It’s midafternoon. I shouldn’t hear these until 5:30.</p> <p>But the noises morph into big footsteps. He’s walking my direction.</p> <p>I grab the nearest weapon. A sofa pillow?</p> <p>Not much help.</p> <p>But that’s all right. </p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-SR-RetirementParty-cropped.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26661" width="241" height="282"/></figure></div> <p>The “intruder” is my husband.</p> <p>For the umpteenth time, I forgot that after 40-plus years of family medicine, Dr. Hubby has hung up his stethoscope.</p> <p>We celebrated this new life chapter the way I expected. A fun retirement party. Kayaking. A steak dinner out. A camping trip he’d dreamed of for a year.</p> <p>But now, official celebrations are finished. Though Hubby is teaching college part-time, my retiree is basically a homebody.</p> <p>Friends tease about my handing him a honey-do list, covering the past four decades. But he has compiled his own list, one he tackles each day with the joy of a 10-year-old let out of school.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-borrowed-from-180418-Rachael-Nap.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26671"/></figure></div> <p>He is retired.</p> <p>I am not.</p> <p>Having worked full-time at home for 20-plus years, I have developed my own schedule — which includes a sacred, after-lunch siesta.</p> <p>Though he respects my personal space and timetable, just the presence of all this relentless energy disrupts my nap aura.</p> <p>Meanwhile, Hubby has even washed his truck. Downright unnatural.</p> <p>Even more unnatural, he suggested a shopping trip.</p> <p><em>Shopping?</em></p> <p>I would have insisted on a psychiatric evaluation, except that he would have demanded I undergo one, too.</p> <p>So, my new daytime life floats as if in a world of levitation. The garage door goes up and down, lights flick on and off, and food vanishes into thin air. Broken appliances fix themselves, laundry folds itself, and dishes fly from the dishwasher into the cabinets (Love this!).</p> <p>However, the calendar misplaces half its dates. “Is this Tuesday or Wednesday?” becomes a subject of serious breakfast debate. With new freedom, actions we thought built into our DNA — such as brushing teeth and putting out the trash — disappear as if the Social Security Administration waved a very odd magic wand over us.</p> <p>After a week of getting his bearings, Hubby commented, “I really like retirement, but this flexibility thing is <em>hard</em>.”</p> <p>Strange, but true.</p> <p>But with a strange man in the house, what would you expect?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-RetirementCake-Rotated.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26666" width="325" height="348"/></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>Do you think you’ll like retirement for you and/or your spouse? Why or why not?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26603 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:659f270d-a429-9ff9-a414-7422c1f3841c Mon, 09 Sep 2019 07:20:45 -0400 Lord, thank you for ripe, melting peaches, especially in peach praline shortcake. Do I also appreciate the 20-mile bike rides Hubby plans in order to lessen the shortcake effects? OMG, I am grateful . . . when they’re done.      <p><strong>Lord, thank you for ripe, melting peaches, especially in peach praline shortcake. Do I also appreciate the 20-mile bike rides Hubby plans in order to lessen the shortcake effects? OMG, I </strong><em><strong>am</strong></em><strong> grateful . . . when they’re done.     </strong></p> <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-PeachPralineShortcake.jpg" alt="" data-id="26604" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=26604" class="wp-image-26604" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-PeachPralineShortcake.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-PeachPralineShortcake-245x300.jpg 245w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-SR-IU-1707.jpg" alt="" data-id="26605" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=26605" class="wp-image-26605" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-SR-IU-1707.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190911-SR-IU-1707-243x300.jpg 243w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul> <p> </p> Remember the Signs https://onflesherpond.com/2019/09/06/remember-the-signs/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:a18870cc-9ee1-be5e-6505-84aff4cf55ff Fri, 06 Sep 2019 10:31:23 -0400 “You don’t think—not possibly—not as a mere hundredth chance—there might be things that are real though we can’t see them?” C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces I see things through a spiritual lens. I always have. In the heat of the moment, though, I forget about the lens and want my pound of flesh (or &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/09/06/remember-the-signs/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Remember the Signs</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p><em>“You don’t think—not possibly—not as a mere hundredth chance—there might be things that are real though we can’t see them?” C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces</em></p> <p>I see things through a spiritual lens. I always have. In the heat of the moment, though, I forget about the lens and want my pound of flesh (or even an ounce).</p> <p>I recently experienced an awkward and unpleasant day. I was with a friend who forgot that we were friends, who profoundly ignored me, and then afterward took an accusatory tone toward me in a text. I had managed to KMMS (keep my mouth shut) until her text goaded me. I tried to respond gently, but then added a last sentence which addressed the attitude she thought appropriate and which I found hurtful. Then in a few words she dismissed me, her meaning clear, and that was the end of our friendship.&nbsp;</p> <p>Could I have handled it with solely Christian forgiveness? Apparently not, since I’ve been trying to learn this lesson for fifty years.</p> <p>Here’s the thing. I had been carefully prepared for the visit, although I didn’t know it at the time. I had been reading <em>Sir Gibbie</em> by George MacDonald (edited version <em>The Baronet’s Song</em> by Michael R. Phillips). If you want a lesson in meting out love and forgiveness when dealt ugly, read it. On that day of testing I had forgotten. After her text I fumed, felt anguish, and decided I didn’t need the human race any longer. Then, to escape, I began to read Lewis’ <em>Chronicles of Narnia</em> again. I may not understand the church today, or deep biological time, or why I can read the exact thing to prepare me for a visit and then forget during the skirmish; but I understand Aslan.</p> <p>A passage from <em>The Silver Chair</em> is, to me, the crux of the Christian walk:</p> <p>&nbsp;“But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs.&nbsp;</p> <p>And secondly, I give you a warning. Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not often do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind. And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there.That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters.”</p> <p>When I am alone praying, the message is clear, but when I drop down into a test the air thickens. Remember what He whispers in the still, small moments. This is real.</p> <p>The Old Testament tells me to write God’s words on my door posts and bind them on my forehead. This is extreme, but&nbsp;<em>it takes extreme</em>to walk the Christian faith.&nbsp;Courage is a manifestation of faith. It takes moral strength to persevere, to face the unpleasant, and to trust in the test.</p> <p>The New Testament tells me to abide in the Vine. He alone sees the end of things. The signs&nbsp;<em>lead somewhere</em>.</p> Side Project: Designing a Technical Writing course http://www.freelanceknight.com/side-project-designing-a-technical-writing-course/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:e83efeeb-7000-fbaf-0095-6fdce8bff7dd Fri, 06 Sep 2019 05:30:21 -0400 <p>Having designed and taught two successful courses of Writing &#38; Editing for Gaming and now designing and teaching Tabletop Game Writing Lab, the chair of the Professional Writing department at Taylor University asked what else I might be interested in&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/side-project-designing-a-technical-writing-course/">Side Project: Designing a Technical Writing course</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> August goes out with a bang! https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/august-goes-out-with-bang.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:7e60a956-9baa-79bf-9fe9-9ed9f686d876 Thu, 05 Sep 2019 16:26:21 -0400 <table align="center" 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/-aSVgrNgXxys/XXAeGwRay6I/AAAAAAAAXAA/qm8C75A7bCs1op5BLIKqBqOImbVGQUOJACLcBGAs/s1600/69928872_10100824987791266_5627900028262547456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="882" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSVgrNgXxys/XXAeGwRay6I/AAAAAAAAXAA/qm8C75A7bCs1op5BLIKqBqOImbVGQUOJACLcBGAs/s320/69928872_10100824987791266_5627900028262547456_n.jpg" width="294" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August sticker art&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Michael scheduled one more two-day summer getaway, this time to Nashville, TN. It was a special time and I felt truly cherished.<br /><br />When we arrived, we set out to explore the various areas of the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.reservationcounter.com/hotels/show/601fd84/gaylord-opryland-resort-convention-center-nashville-tn/?cid=sem::TPRC::AW::::::gaylord%20opryland%20hotel%20tennessee::e&amp;creative=355129792714&amp;device=c&amp;AdPos=1t4&amp;utm_source=google&amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;utm_term=gaylord%20opryland%20hotel%20tennessee&amp;utm_campaign=&amp;iv_=__iv_p_1_a_981272558_g_56834793281_w_kwd-311695755827_h_9016403_ii__d_c_v__n_g_c_355129792714_k_gaylord%20opryland%20hotel%20tennessee_m_e_l__t__e__r_1t4_vi__&amp;gclid=Cj0KCQjwwb3rBRDrARIsALR3XeZIraKp-O1ewAG2d0EQhEE6H4ZE3_PAql1RIvlUJ2EGHcGmre4dujgaAhLXEALw_wcB">Opryland Hotel</a>&nbsp;including the two-acre tropical forest.<br /><table align="center" 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/-izQVo3lkvJQ/XXAmepffZuI/AAAAAAAAXA4/vv-hsf8VX2k-1t8KlmLYaKeLD57zpmtbQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Courtyard%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1600" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izQVo3lkvJQ/XXAmepffZuI/AAAAAAAAXA4/vv-hsf8VX2k-1t8KlmLYaKeLD57zpmtbQCEwYBhgL/s640/Courtyard%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of the Cascade courtyard--day and night.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is no way to do justice to the beauty and variety of this paradise. These are but a few samples.</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/-hcSWSVPtXc4/XXAmgKB8YNI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/wxq_b9gyGfE70fWQTTIwqZpWRlbxYQ04gCEwYBhgL/s1600/Orchid%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcSWSVPtXc4/XXAmgKB8YNI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/wxq_b9gyGfE70fWQTTIwqZpWRlbxYQ04gCEwYBhgL/s400/Orchid%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Creator's designs and handiwork are amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4S75r_6PP0/XXAmgpg4qvI/AAAAAAAAXBU/ggE84PnadiogF0hahy72ziSejoMILiq9ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Patterns%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1600" height="323" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4S75r_6PP0/XXAmgpg4qvI/AAAAAAAAXBU/ggE84PnadiogF0hahy72ziSejoMILiq9ACEwYBhgL/s400/Patterns%2BCollage.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 calming sound of cascading water surrounded 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/-lC0r_9SEF_8/XXAme8D7BAI/AAAAAAAAXBM/d4HV9BWRSMsIWT421b9lr2QJDhiIJ_cVgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Cascades%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1299" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC0r_9SEF_8/XXAme8D7BAI/AAAAAAAAXBM/d4HV9BWRSMsIWT421b9lr2QJDhiIJ_cVgCEwYBhgL/s640/Cascades%2BCollage.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second day we took in two iconic parks in the city: the Centennial and the Bicentennial.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the first park we visited the full-scale replica of the Parthenon built for the 1897 Centennial Expositions to represent Nashville's reputation as the "Athens of the South." There is an enormous statue of Athena as well as a museum and art collections.</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/-8pCkh_F9QKY/XXAnFgZf20I/AAAAAAAAXBY/tfBmpEeFf7sCN7mUT54vzJnjFl0HRLWJwCLcBGAs/s1600/69599001_10100824990306226_590474186913218560_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="915" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pCkh_F9QKY/XXAnFgZf20I/AAAAAAAAXBY/tfBmpEeFf7sCN7mUT54vzJnjFl0HRLWJwCLcBGAs/s640/69599001_10100824990306226_590474186913218560_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;">The Bicentennial Capitol Mall park is in the vicinity of the State Capitol and has a fascinating Pathway of History--granite blocks engraved with the outstanding facets about the state until the celebration of 200 years, June 1, 1996. I think I read the entire nearly mile long wall out loud to Michael!</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/-lnWn3ModO8s/XXAesD6-WyI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/00pS2sctmmECKvyxQVAMGT4AkksmgtkLQCLcBGAs/s1600/69283781_10100824988854136_450922564798119936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="894" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnWn3ModO8s/XXAesD6-WyI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/00pS2sctmmECKvyxQVAMGT4AkksmgtkLQCLcBGAs/s640/69283781_10100824988854136_450922564798119936_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;The park includes much of interest--a World War II Memorial, a 95-Bell Carillon and more.<br /><table align="center" 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/-D1KVhgl_-7o/XXAmepicYWI/AAAAAAAAXBU/XaMwB5yjHOAMmnE0qjvER6tvCILMZ6pHQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Globe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="1600" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1KVhgl_-7o/XXAmepicYWI/AAAAAAAAXBU/XaMwB5yjHOAMmnE0qjvER6tvCILMZ6pHQCEwYBhgL/s640/Globe%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Views of the floating granite globe to represent my two countries - USA and Argentina</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our friends, the Helyers, who live in the area now, recommended these sites and more, and then invited us to meet with them. We had a wonderful visit. Regrettably, I forgot to take a picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On road trips, I&nbsp; read aloud to Michael. This time the chosen book was Robert Seelye's autobiography. We were so very inspired and excited about his story and as we shared with our friends (Larry and Joyce Helyer also from California) we found out that they knew him and many of the people and places he mentioned!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0W7nTr5iOc/XXAn5GnsWUI/AAAAAAAAXBk/4q5nX13nRasfAVSlCXzv6u0vdyKDzhbgACLcBGAs/s1600/51OBi5kx2hL._SX312_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0W7nTr5iOc/XXAn5GnsWUI/AAAAAAAAXBk/4q5nX13nRasfAVSlCXzv6u0vdyKDzhbgACLcBGAs/s320/51OBi5kx2hL._SX312_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Shortly after we arrived home on Thursday, I drove to Winona Lake to join Mother for the annual Health Care Summer Picnic. First time at the wheel since the fall in June!<br />It was a lovely sunny day. Family and friends gathered with their loved ones. The brightly decorated tables in the courtyard overflowed with food and cheer. A harpist played lovely tunes.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR3wMT3_5Jc/XXFrk6T32jI/AAAAAAAAXCE/0sxCWKlrEc8vnwQ0Se9CGSu2Mwg_RcqSACLcBGAs/s1600/GV%2BPicnic%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1600" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR3wMT3_5Jc/XXFrk6T32jI/AAAAAAAAXCE/0sxCWKlrEc8vnwQ0Se9CGSu2Mwg_RcqSACLcBGAs/s640/GV%2BPicnic%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Sadly though, Mother just wasn't feeling well. I soon took her in and she lay down. A chest Xray the next day showed a higher level of congestive heart failure.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziAWm9V1ASM/XXAesEcSKLI/AAAAAAAAXAc/3xNIQqrmDW4MFtU5PCGHoAbhWydZ0ObZQCEwYBhgL/s1600/69548552_10100824988834176_4909382042937982976_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/-ziAWm9V1ASM/XXAesEcSKLI/AAAAAAAAXAc/3xNIQqrmDW4MFtU5PCGHoAbhWydZ0ObZQCEwYBhgL/s640/69548552_10100824988834176_4909382042937982976_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;">A year ago she was the Artist of the Month. We've noticed a gradual but steady decline since then.</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/--__hLUYnYwo/XXAonVwHTCI/AAAAAAAAXBs/rSOU32D8DOMqFZoiRlCdBKb0OvopM_MiwCEwYBhgL/s1600/40610056_10214749938475618_3674114083847667712_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="650" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--__hLUYnYwo/XXAonVwHTCI/AAAAAAAAXBs/rSOU32D8DOMqFZoiRlCdBKb0OvopM_MiwCEwYBhgL/s400/40610056_10214749938475618_3674114083847667712_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="270" /></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;">Friday, the 30th, Leah and Jimmy celebrated 20 years together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLyiOooSs30/XXAuEySz4KI/AAAAAAAAXB4/SZbkMnJ9_2Qz-MfoCf8ATFQdj3zWBDHiACEwYBhgL/s1600/Leah%2Band%2BJimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="238" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLyiOooSs30/XXAuEySz4KI/AAAAAAAAXB4/SZbkMnJ9_2Qz-MfoCf8ATFQdj3zWBDHiACEwYBhgL/s400/Leah%2Band%2BJimmy.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We took Stephan and Karen to an Indians game in Indianapolis. We each won an item commemorating 30 years since the 1989 championship. Karen likes her bobblehead. I don't know what to do with the poster. However, I learned a lot about baseball so I can watch games more intelligently.</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/-ImRZlZAUsx8/XXAesAJpf1I/AAAAAAAAXAg/YdKbQk4d4jYyl8BLnt36ALIEFvXU5kN6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/20190830_185603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1403" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ImRZlZAUsx8/XXAesAJpf1I/AAAAAAAAXAg/YdKbQk4d4jYyl8BLnt36ALIEFvXU5kN6ACEwYBhgL/s640/20190830_185603.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;">The evening ended with fun fireworks despite the team loss.</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/-qHRCvGxKou4/XXAesWgiWLI/AAAAAAAAXAk/ZzHDR9CzV1YMSxTG1MPfaHRKYk7tth7qwCEwYBhgL/s1600/69660380_10100824988809226_1357663282801934336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHRCvGxKou4/XXAesWgiWLI/AAAAAAAAXAk/ZzHDR9CzV1YMSxTG1MPfaHRKYk7tth7qwCEwYBhgL/s640/69660380_10100824988809226_1357663282801934336_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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday Michael rode again with the group of friends from Muncie. They encountered a few perils on the 62-mile ride.</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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cKEEe9IuCQ/XXFrlND_TsI/AAAAAAAAXCQ/wyCL3tlq_BI7TiuqGm9EEWVN3faZ-LzWACEwYBhgL/s1600/Dangers%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cKEEe9IuCQ/XXFrlND_TsI/AAAAAAAAXCQ/wyCL3tlq_BI7TiuqGm9EEWVN3faZ-LzWACEwYBhgL/s640/Dangers%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo credits: Erin Baumgartner</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />The Upland invasion was underway, crowds of outsiders going around to the many yard sales. So begin the Labor Day weekend festivities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I picked up Diane and we visited Kayla's great display. 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Will I ever catch up?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/MeFAZ3SQIpE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Why Write, Anyway? http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/04/why-write-anyway/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:4ac3e0cb-0186-1da8-9515-f9093b20bcf6 Wed, 04 Sep 2019 07:34:52 -0400 <p>To Live Well, Read Well I have lots of book news for you! A link to a free bonus chapter for Chasing Sunrise The Girl Who Wore Freedom is available in English and Frenchas a hardcover, and ebook The Slave Across the Street is on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller List! The Slave Across the Street is celebrating ten years as a bestseller with a [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/04/why-write-anyway/">Why Write, Anyway?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <div class="elementor elementor-7553"> <div class="elementor-inner"> <div class="elementor-section-wrap"> <section data-id="68ef6c33" class="elementor-element elementor-element-68ef6c33 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default elementor-section elementor-top-section" data-element_type="section"> <div class="elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default"> <div class="elementor-row"> <div data-id="6463cffe" class="elementor-element elementor-element-6463cffe elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column" data-element_type="column"> <div class="elementor-column-wrap 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If my labors are not putting groceries on the table or contributing to the mortgage payment, why do I write, anyway?</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">I write because it is a bridge of communication between you and me. Through this work of my hands I reveal my thoughts, express ideas, and convey dreams. I write to share my heart and to connect with people.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Writing is a dance that is sometimes swift and electrifying, sometimes slow and intimate. For me, writing is a vital part of relationship with individuals, and with the larger world I am privileged to be a part of.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div><strong>Painting With Words</strong></div><div dir="ltr">Writing is a creative art form. I watch my artist daughter as she painstakingly mixes watercolors and oils, reaching, searching for the perfect hue. I sit in front of my computer palette, swirling through the thesaurus, dabbing a stronger verb over a weak one, highlighting a bright adjective with a vivid one, rewording sentence structure to reflect a compelling mood.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Then, like a savory sourdough, I put the mix aside for a time. The text bubbles and ferments in my thoughts. Returning to the laptop, I frequently knead the language for a better recipe. Occasionally I am pleasantly surprised to see how well this mixture of phrases blended to produce the desired texture and aroma.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Like a satisfying surf and turf, some projects are fashioned from a partnership. Writing with a kindred spirit is double the fun. The combined creativity of two artists with very different talents is marinated together into a nourishing whole. In reality, all published writing is a salt and pepper partnership as a writer brings the main course and editor and publisher catch the vision and add seasoning.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">My writing is an intricate weaving of carefully weighed and selected emotion-charged words. Another daughter plaits fiber with dye, spinning wool into yarn, and knitting yarn into gifts of scarves and afghans. I can’t sew and maintain my Christianity so I revisit my manuscript to untangle knotted grammar and iron out wrinkled sentences before dedicating my gift to someone dear.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr"><strong>Exploring With Words</strong></div><div dir="ltr">I write to know. Exploring and researching expands my horizons. It gratifies my hunger to understand this incredible and zany world we live in together, and to appreciate fellow travelers on this challenging journey of life.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">I write to be known. 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Phillips urn:uuid:2ea23da6-fe9f-9798-805e-8838cf98cb3b Wed, 04 Sep 2019 06:49:21 -0400 Life today has become so complicated that we need computers to help us understand our computers. Appliances, cars and GPSes bully us 24/7. Cell phones accompany us everywhere, like chaperones — or personal jailers. We dream of escaping to The Simple Life. Decades ago, I lived the dream in Mexico, where my missionary parents ministered [&#8230;] <p>Life today has become so complicated that we need computers to help us understand our computers. Appliances, cars and GPSes bully us 24/7. Cell phones accompany us everywhere, like chaperones — or personal jailers.</p> <p>We dream of escaping to The Simple Life.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-DadCirca1952-b.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26529" width="228" height="363" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-DadCirca1952-b.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-DadCirca1952-b-189x300.jpg 189w" sizes="(max-width: 228px) 100vw, 228px" /></figure></div> <p>Decades ago, I lived the dream in Mexico, where my missionary parents ministered in a small village. They never punched a clock or answered a phone.</p> <p>The townspeople loaned us a four-star hut with a thatched roof. Constructed of random boards, cardboard and dried mud, the walls somehow remained standing.</p> <p>A restroom visit was simple. There wasn’t one outhouse in the entire village.</p> <p>We awoke each morning to breakfast fragrances, rising from the communal campfire. Women in dark skirts and shawls rocked back and forth over stone troughs, grinding corn for tortillas. They shaped then flipped flat circles of dough onto a metal sheet over the fire.</p> <p>They stuffed us with these tender, smoky treats spread with wild honey. But I, a narrow-minded five-year-old, refused the slimy raw eggs they offered.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-wild-burro-3365609_1920.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26531" width="294" height="400" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-wild-burro-3365609_1920.jpg 743w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-wild-burro-3365609_1920-220x300.jpg 220w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-wild-burro-3365609_1920-624x849.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 294px) 100vw, 294px" /></figure></div> <p>Thus, I escaped deadly germs. I still might have consumed a few, however, because the villagers regarded washing hands as frivolous.</p> <p>They kept their lives simple.</p> <p>My siblings and I didn’t need video games. My six-year-old brother Ned and a neighboring burro supplied sufficient daily entertainment.</p> <p>Ned and I considered the animal’s owner an atheist because he never attended church meetings. His burro was an atheist, too. Every day, Ned shinnied up the animal so he could ride like Roy Rogers on Trigger — until the pagan burro gleefully dumped him into a colossal cactus.</p> <p>Each evening, lanterns appeared like wandering stars on the darkening, rugged landscape as people walked to church. Mommy pressed magic buttons on her red-and-white mother-of-pearl accordion, playing lively songs that reminded me of cantina music. She led the singing with her high, sweet voice. Daddy’s bass voice rumbled like friendly thunder. Like Jesus, he didn’t use a microphone; still, they probably could hear him in the next village.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-MomNavajos.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26530" width="394" height="264"/></figure></div> <p>No one owned watches to check how long he preached. We kids often fell asleep and found ourselves in bed the next morning. The hut accom-modated two mattresses on the floor — one for us three preschoolers and one for our parents — with plenty of room for hundreds of fleas that wanted to share in our missionary endeavors.</p> <p>Decades later, I learned that one day, having braved fleas, germs, dirt and nausea (she was pregnant again), Mom dampened Dad’s enthusiasm for village life with a potent line: “I said I’d live anywhere with you, but this is ridiculous.”</p> <p>And I realized my complicated life is pretty simple, after all.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-technology-office-620822_1920-1024x680.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26533" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-technology-office-620822_1920-1024x680.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-technology-office-620822_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-technology-office-620822_1920-768x510.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190904-technology-office-620822_1920-624x414.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you ever tried to escape to The Simple Life?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Glad to Be a Kid http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26475 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:88a9b6c9-c95a-d67b-722a-571c93bf4ff9 Mon, 02 Sep 2019 07:03:57 -0400 O Lord, my God, today I thank You for my dear in-laws. For decades, they have blessed us with love and faith in You. Thank You, too, that of the millions and billions of people on this planet, there are still two who think of us as “the kids”! <p><strong>O Lord, my God, today I thank You for my dear in-laws. For decades, they have blessed us with love and faith in You. Thank You, too, that of the millions and billions of people on this planet, there are still two who think of us as “the kids”!</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/190902-PhillipsJB-7-19-2IMG_20170704_144533462-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26476" width="412" height="282"/></figure></div> Tabletop Game Writing Lab: First Class http://www.freelanceknight.com/tabletop-game-writing-lab-first-class/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:b7cf425d-1730-15ec-cb4a-7baf2bbb533f Fri, 30 Aug 2019 05:30:26 -0400 <p>This week, we held the first class session for PWR 370 Tabletop Game Writing Lab at Taylor University. We discussed the class schedule (quite an accelerated process for research, writing, editing, layout, and publishing) and began our discussion of possible&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/tabletop-game-writing-lab-first-class/">Tabletop Game Writing Lab: First Class</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Week 34: Summer Winding Down https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/week-34-summer-winding-down.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:03c1bce6-a9a0-a591-3c21-4410ddfb52fc Thu, 29 Aug 2019 21:37:11 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our hydrangea bushes were cut way down last fall and now are enormous and heavy laden with beautiful blooms. I took some to Mother. She loves flowers, but these especially remind her of her home growing up in Evans City, PA where they had a huge bush that became the favorite backdrop fro family photos.</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/-k-3kgjBFYiM/XWhrqgZcRmI/AAAAAAAAW-c/WtczIaPRCzI4Sdkj2KITTg4rYnT2z5R4gCEwYBhgL/s1600/69008720_10100820882283736_5872148251381071872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="487" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-3kgjBFYiM/XWhrqgZcRmI/AAAAAAAAW-c/WtczIaPRCzI4Sdkj2KITTg4rYnT2z5R4gCEwYBhgL/s320/69008720_10100820882283736_5872148251381071872_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: left;">A few items received this week evoke special memories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Rosie found an interesting handkerchief that belonged to our grandfather, Norman Hirschy, and enclosed it in a charmingly quaint card.</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/-S3eSH0H0eCE/XWhrqhXlBiI/AAAAAAAAW-Y/lzyKvcVRhcg117SU18oLnbEHVX2mrmN5QCLcBGAs/s1600/69334123_10100823552841916_8584855209056927744_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="607" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3eSH0H0eCE/XWhrqhXlBiI/AAAAAAAAW-Y/lzyKvcVRhcg117SU18oLnbEHVX2mrmN5QCLcBGAs/s320/69334123_10100823552841916_8584855209056927744_n.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ruth Brooking, Leah's first teacher on board the ship, sent a few sweet photos from those adventurous days.</div><table align="center" 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/-9kBirgMbwzM/XWhrsYZxpMI/AAAAAAAAW-w/QXrbx4WooFg6KL5CtzPGtaXV78ugqRwBACEwYBhgL/s1600/Ruths%2BDoulos%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1140" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kBirgMbwzM/XWhrsYZxpMI/AAAAAAAAW-w/QXrbx4WooFg6KL5CtzPGtaXV78ugqRwBACEwYBhgL/s640/Ruths%2BDoulos%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="456" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: with Amy, Leah, and Derek in Puerto Montt, Chile, December 1980<br />Bottom: Amy and Leah after a visit to Amsterdam, November 1979</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The two girls were best friends the entire time we were on the Doulos. It was very difficult for Leah when we left and she had to say goodbye to Amy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of OM Ships, Monday the 19 was Logos Hope's last day in Mar del Plata, Argentina.</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/-RqMi-t4be48/XWhrq5xxN3I/AAAAAAAAW-g/AaRc_kkPx2gjBB8cMMyVbYLLswM1Nf5RACEwYBhgL/s1600/67948420_2439435629438140_3576949296408297472_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqMi-t4be48/XWhrq5xxN3I/AAAAAAAAW-g/AaRc_kkPx2gjBB8cMMyVbYLLswM1Nf5RACEwYBhgL/s640/67948420_2439435629438140_3576949296408297472_o%2B%25281%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;">Tuesday while Ivan (Hoyt sibling #4) from Las Vegas was still in the area, we had yet another dinner with Mother. Malachi was able to join us after the first day of his junior year at Grace College. We enjoyed hearing about his courses, goals and aspirations.</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/-JP_DP1LRplo/XWhrsT8KNdI/AAAAAAAAW_I/m24nVYRWs28i2sI2YIhabBU4XbRtIThqQCEwYBhgL/s1600/sibling%2Bdinner%2BIvan%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1600" height="576" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP_DP1LRplo/XWhrsT8KNdI/AAAAAAAAW_I/m24nVYRWs28i2sI2YIhabBU4XbRtIThqQCEwYBhgL/s640/sibling%2Bdinner%2BIvan%2BCollage.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;">We invited Aunt Margaret also. She brought me a photo she came across recently from those early years in Argentina. Most of the people and friends pictured have since passed away, including Daddy, in the center.</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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14zrPdKuk98/XWhsOzBs41I/AAAAAAAAW_Q/MOKhGCM4KSUaAX0BYJpGMOCP0jhE6jJRwCLcBGAs/s1600/68753675_10100820875158016_7709687525790449664_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="1600" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14zrPdKuk98/XWhsOzBs41I/AAAAAAAAW_Q/MOKhGCM4KSUaAX0BYJpGMOCP0jhE6jJRwCLcBGAs/s640/68753675_10100820875158016_7709687525790449664_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bible Institute graduation ceremony, Río Cuarto, November 1952.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In my writing, I have not yet covered that year, nor even 1950 when Aldo was born. August 21 was his 69th birthday.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfedw7YiVWU/XWhrrUqFpBI/AAAAAAAAW-k/f-6f2aI1u-EKEgmC1uk9c-B_Fpk6slffQCLcBGAs/s1600/Aldo%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1600" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfedw7YiVWU/XWhrrUqFpBI/AAAAAAAAW-k/f-6f2aI1u-EKEgmC1uk9c-B_Fpk6slffQCLcBGAs/s400/Aldo%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />And the very next day would have been Mother and Dad's 77th anniversary, and our Hirschy grandparents 106th.<br /><br />Thursday evening I spent a fun evening with the youngest grandboys. Among other things Jude and I put together a dinosaur, I listened to him practice the piano, we watched some favorite shows, and played Mancala. The boys reminded me of the rules and must have given me excellent hints because I kept winning. Zion was determined to beat me and finally came close by one move.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-BNIlSxjzs/XWhrrnzILAI/AAAAAAAAW-o/rxU3UtYQgjs6lwEDFFeWdnXnypV3R0vNgCLcBGAs/s1600/Fun%2Bwith%2Bboys%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-BNIlSxjzs/XWhrrnzILAI/AAAAAAAAW-o/rxU3UtYQgjs6lwEDFFeWdnXnypV3R0vNgCLcBGAs/s640/Fun%2Bwith%2Bboys%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;The Blakely girls continue their weekly landscaping help. Much more is being accomplished than I could ever had done even with the use of two strong arms.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg61ZBcZ2s/XWh7ATIP3RI/AAAAAAAAW_c/nsR0InzSMi0TjhKlUWrb7NnBaJTl9KUIgCLcBGAs/s1600/69245017_10100820881265776_9044356485697503232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg61ZBcZ2s/XWh7ATIP3RI/AAAAAAAAW_c/nsR0InzSMi0TjhKlUWrb7NnBaJTl9KUIgCLcBGAs/s640/69245017_10100820881265776_9044356485697503232_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />I saw the orthopedic doctor, probably for the last time. Therapy sessions and exercises continue. the hope is to regain full range of motion and avoid surgery at all costs.<br /><br />Michael keeps up with his many activities: bee keeping tasks, harvesting and processing honey;&nbsp; mowing; fixing everything that breaks down, that never ends; long bicycle rides; and the many responsibilities that accompany his leadership role in the robotics team. Stay tuned for big changes to be announced soon.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/wlJaCjgcCgs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Queen Anne’s Lace: A Cure for Summer Fever http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26400 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:192d36a4-a289-4ef3-a54c-951447938a8b Wed, 28 Aug 2019 08:16:31 -0400 Many people suffer from cabin fever during winter, when slippery sidewalks keep them inside. Instead, I suffer from summer fever. When sizzling sidewalks threaten to fry me, I hibernate inside. Soon, though, the six-year-old in me has to play outdoors. One evening, when sidewalks and temperatures had cooled to bearable, I considered two summer fever [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Sizzling-sidewalk-cropped-from-accidental-slip-542551_1920.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26405" width="419" height="192" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Sizzling-sidewalk-cropped-from-accidental-slip-542551_1920.jpg 811w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Sizzling-sidewalk-cropped-from-accidental-slip-542551_1920-300x138.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Sizzling-sidewalk-cropped-from-accidental-slip-542551_1920-768x352.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Sizzling-sidewalk-cropped-from-accidental-slip-542551_1920-624x286.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 419px) 100vw, 419px" /></figure></div> <p>Many people suffer from cabin fever during winter, when slippery sidewalks keep them inside. Instead, I suffer from summer fever. When sizzling sidewalks threaten to fry me, I hibernate inside.</p> <p>Soon, though, the six-year-old in me has to play outdoors. One evening, when sidewalks and temperatures had cooled to bearable, I considered two summer fever cures: a Moose Tracks sundae or a wildflower bouquet.</p> <p>Because stern bathroom scales had issued a nasty final warning, the noncaloric remedy won. Too early for fireflies, but also too early for a mosquito assault — I hoped, since I’d neglected using stinky repellent — I headed for a nearby field.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-patch-of-queen-annes-lace.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26402" width="363" height="254"/></figure></div> <p>Reaching the pasture, I forgot about insects. A blizzard had arrived in summer! Drifts of Queen Anne’s lace, like thousands of giant snowflakes, covered the meadow.</p> <p>I felt cooler already.</p> <p>A poem by Mary Leslie Newton lilted through my mind: “Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace/ (She chose a summer’s day) &#8230;”</p> <p>No teacher had assigned the poem. I’d memorized it as a fourth grader simply because I loved it.</p> <p>A skinny little girl in baggy shorts, I explored sweltering, but magical, Indiana meadows with an enchanting lady wearing a crown. Queen Anne didn’t sweat as she gathered her exquisite laces dried in pasture grasses, laces that, according to legend, had won the tatting competition she’d initiated with her ladies-in-waiting.</p> <p>As a grown-up, though, I made the mistake of researching Queen Anne’s lace online. Gasp! Some states included it on “noxious weed” lists.</p> <p>Insult Queen Anne? How dare they!</p> <p>Instead of the aristocratic name, they called it “wild carrot” and “bird’s nest” — even “chigger weed”!</p> <p>Now, I not only sweated, I itched.</p> <p>Queen Anne’s lace also resembled young hogweed, a plant that made poison ivy seem like a botanical best buddy. My favorite wildflower also resembled hemlock, the poison that killed Socrates.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-queen-annes-lace-2584704_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26403" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-queen-annes-lace-2584704_640.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-queen-annes-lace-2584704_640-214x300.jpg 214w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></div> <p>Not the kind of magic I liked.</p> <p>Not a cure for summer fever.</p> <p>Too late, I examined my “snowflake’” stems.</p> <p>Whew! No purple dots that identify both hemlock and hogweed.</p> <p>The hairy stems of genuine Queen Anne’s lace didn’t reflect her elegance, but they reassured me. I could return to my fairy-tale world without a qualm — occasionally good for a grown-up. Back to the magic of Queen Anne, who never sweat or itched. Back to picking snowflakes that wouldn’t melt when I arranged them in a crystal vase, admiring the wintry effect against a blue wall.</p> <p>Returning with my bouquet, I mused that Queen Anne’s cure for summer fever — imagination — had worked well.</p> <p>Did the noncaloric remedy top the ice cream cure?</p> <p>Um … kid or adult, I’d have to plead the Fifth.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Queen-Annes-Lace-cropped-from-field-1678938_1920-1024x255.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26411" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Queen-Annes-Lace-cropped-from-field-1678938_1920-1024x255.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Queen-Annes-Lace-cropped-from-field-1678938_1920-300x75.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Queen-Annes-Lace-cropped-from-field-1678938_1920-768x191.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190828-Queen-Annes-Lace-cropped-from-field-1678938_1920-624x156.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your cure for summer fever?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Yes-s-s-s! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26348 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:a2c771a9-635c-a7d3-ede0-cb9811c8c99c Mon, 26 Aug 2019 08:17:46 -0400 O Lord, thank You for giving us our daily bread. But OMG, sometimes when we least expect it, Your biggie-bag blessings blow our minds!&#160;&#160; <p><strong>O Lord, thank You for giving us our daily bread. But OMG, sometimes when we least expect it, Your biggie-bag blessings blow our minds!&nbsp;&nbsp; </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190826-Linus-outdoor-movie182534.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26349" width="426" height="426" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190826-Linus-outdoor-movie182534.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190826-Linus-outdoor-movie182534-150x150.jpg 150w" sizes="(max-width: 426px) 100vw, 426px" /><figcaption>On outdoor movie night, my grandson thought heaven had come down.</figcaption></figure></div> Litbits, Bitbits, and More Inspired Bits https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:277af352-39bd-2414-e35a-7bfa0b5c6921 Fri, 23 Aug 2019 12:30:52 -0400 I recently received a Fitbit. Although I am still getting used to all the functions, I find it fun to have a personal trainer on my wrist who yells at me, encourages me, and celebrates my fitness victories with black and white fireworks. A Fitbit basically takes me back to my childhood where taking three &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Litbits, Bitbits, and More Inspired&#160;Bits</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1283" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/polar-a360-2059937_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;10&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 70D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;1&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="polar-a360-2059937_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1283 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=406&#038;h=270" alt="polar-a360-2059937_640" width="406" height="270" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=406&amp;h=270 406w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 406px) 100vw, 406px" /></p> <p>I recently received a Fitbit. Although I am still getting used to all the functions, I find it fun to have a personal trainer on my wrist who yells at me, encourages me, and celebrates my fitness victories with black and white fireworks.</p> <p>A Fitbit basically takes me back to my childhood where taking three steps or finishing lunch without creating an art installment entitled &#8220;A Study of Spaghetti On the Wall&#8221; garnered me the praise of both my parents.</p> <p>My Fitbit is equally as encouraging &#8212; until it isn&#8217;t. Yesterday, I was in the car for an hour and a half trip. My Fitbit popped up a reminder toward the end of the trip that I only had 250 of 250 steps to reach my hour goal. Sadly, I opted not to stop my car at the side of the road and march around it like the children of Israel marched around Jericho.<img data-attachment-id="1284" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/target-2045924_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,375" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D7200&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;55&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;800&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="target-2045924_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1284 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=240&#038;h=140" alt="target-2045924_640" width="240" height="140" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=240&amp;h=140 240w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=478&amp;h=280 478w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=88 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=176 300w" sizes="(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px" /></p> <p>Having a Fitbit has also inspired me to think up other kinds of &#8220;Bits.&#8221; Why not a &#8220;Litbit&#8221; that encourages me to read and pops up messages about only having 40 words left to reach a goal? Honestly, though, I would like to know how many words I read a day &#8212; whether the ones I&#8217;m writing, reading for enjoyment, or just glancing at on a cereal box.</p> <p>Or what about a &#8220;Bitbit.&#8221; Primarily because Bitbit is fun to say, but this bit tracker would read the size of hole you needed for a screw &#8212; and then help you find the drill bit like a metal detector helps you find gold.<img data-attachment-id="1282" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/knitting-1430153_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,428" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D90&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;90&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1250&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.01&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="knitting-1430153_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1282 alignright" style="color:#2b2d2f;float:right;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;outline-color:#777777;outline-style:solid;outline-width:1px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;margin:16px 0 16px 16px;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=348&#038;h=233" alt="knitting-1430153_640" width="348" height="233" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=348&amp;h=233 348w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=201 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 348px) 100vw, 348px" /></p> <p>Then there could be the &#8220;Knitbit.&#8221; I don&#8217;t knit, but this tracker would tell one how many stitches they create. Another setting would celebrate inches of knitwear created. Unfortunately, people who crochet or embroider are out since &#8220;Crochetbit&#8221; and &#8220;Embroiderbit&#8221; simply don&#8217;t have the same pizzazz as &#8220;Knitbit.&#8221;</p> <p>Nor does the &#8220;Christ-Likebit,&#8221; but think about how the world might change if we had a t<img data-attachment-id="1281" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/jesus-3135229_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;7.1&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 80D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;113&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1600&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.01&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="jesus-3135229_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1281 alignleft" style="color:#2b2d2f;float:left;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;margin:16px 16px 16px 0;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=213&#038;h=142" alt="jesus-3135229_640" width="213" height="142" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=213&amp;h=142 213w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=426&amp;h=284 426w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 213px) 100vw, 213px" />racker on our wrist capable of encouraging us to say that extra prayer, extend love to someone who needs it, or warn us that the anger roiling in our stomachs isn&#8217;t exactly Christ-like.</p> <p>I would write more, but my Fitbit needs sustenance.</p> <p>What is a unique &#8220;Bit&#8221; you can think of?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Side Project: Wheelchair Charioteer (Update) http://www.freelanceknight.com/side-project-wheelchair-charioteer-update/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:95e080ef-731b-2da1-ea99-5691dfb71cb1 Fri, 23 Aug 2019 05:30:49 -0400 <p>Back in April, I announced I was starting up Wheelchair Charioteer. At Gen Con 2019, I brought the special badge ribbons I had printed as a personal encouragement ministry. My wife has Multiple Sclerosis and uses a wheelchair. I assist&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/side-project-wheelchair-charioteer-update/">Side Project: Wheelchair Charioteer (Update)</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Hands Speak Louder than Words? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26283 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3a9b2bc2-dbd9-33a1-4534-a9023e16e1df Wed, 21 Aug 2019 06:40:00 -0400 “Don’t point at people!” my mother covered my little hand with hers. “It’s rude.” “What’s that mean?” I asked. “It means you make them feel bad. So, don’t do it.” Really? My small, chubby appendage possessed that much power? So impressed was I with my finger’s clout that I exercised it whenever Mom wasn’t looking. [&#8230;] <p>“Don’t point at people!” my mother covered my little hand with hers. “It’s rude.”</p> <p>“What’s that mean?” I asked.</p> <p>“It means you make them feel bad. So, don’t do it.”</p> <p>Really? My small, chubby appendage possessed that much power?</p> <p>So impressed was I with my finger’s clout that I exercised it whenever Mom wasn’t looking. I pointed my powerful finger at unsmiling adults on the street. I pointed at sour waitresses who disliked kids and salespeople who warned me not to touch their displays. I even forgot and pointed at Mom.</p> <p>Strangely, my powerful finger didn’t work so well then.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-Referee-basketball-885786_1920-1024x726.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26288" width="419" height="297" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-Referee-basketball-885786_1920-1024x726.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-Referee-basketball-885786_1920-300x213.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-Referee-basketball-885786_1920-768x545.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-Referee-basketball-885786_1920-624x443.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 419px) 100vw, 419px" /></figure></div> <p>The authority exercised by my finger, though, couldn’t begin to compare to that possessed by basketball referees. When they raised fingers at a ballgame, the numbers on a giant scoreboard&nbsp;changed. I attempted their gestures, but the numbers wouldn’t budge.</p> <p>I needed to practice pointing a lot more.</p> <p>During grade school, though, my friend grabbed me mid-gesture, saying a person should be careful to point the <em>correct</em> finger. Fortunately, my flawed gesture had been directed toward mean boys, not at the principal.</p> <p>Travelers abroad also discover that hand signals can mean the difference between friendly international relations and banishment to a dungeon inhabited by undiplomatic snakes and crocodiles.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-nile-crocodile-245013_1920-1-1024x615.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26286" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-nile-crocodile-245013_1920-1-1024x615.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-nile-crocodile-245013_1920-1-300x180.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-nile-crocodile-245013_1920-1-768x462.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-nile-crocodile-245013_1920-1-624x375.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>For example, consider the “V for Victory” sign Winston Churchill popularized during World War II. The prime minister made sure that his palm faced outward, as the exact same sign portrayed with palm inward would have inspired his fellow countrymen to fight against, rather than for him.</p> <p>Interestingly, the Germans would have considered that British obscene version <em>their</em> “V for Victory” sign.</p> <p>No wonder Churchill was careful about that one.</p> <p>Unfortunately, former President George H. W. Bush was not aware of this British distinction. In 1992, he signaled the “V for Victory” sign, palm inward, to Australians lining the street.</p> <p>Someone should have briefed the President, don’t you think?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-V-victory-or-peace-smiley-2616203_1920-1024x614.png" alt="" class="wp-image-26289" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-V-victory-or-peace-smiley-2616203_1920-1024x614.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-V-victory-or-peace-smiley-2616203_1920-300x180.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-V-victory-or-peace-smiley-2616203_1920-768x461.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-V-victory-or-peace-smiley-2616203_1920-624x374.png 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>His son, George W., and his family — Texas Longhorn football supporters — have been known to use index and pinky fingers to make the “horns” sign familiar to American sports fans. When, during a Washington, D.C. parade, they greeted the University of Texas marching band with the “Hook ’Em, Horns” gesture, no one in the U.S. blinked an eye.</p> <p>Unfortunately, Norway had a slow news day, and their papers published angry headlines and pictures of the American First Family brazenly flashing what Norwegians consider the sign of the devil. With a few diplomatic explanations, the furor faded.</p> <p>Other Longhorn devotees traveling in Rome in 1985 were not so lucky. Celebrating their team’s victory, they made this sign as they danced for joy outside the Vatican. Italians, however, regard it not only as a sign of the devil, but also of impotence and adultery. The happy Texas football fans were promptly arrested.</p> <p>Perhaps we Americans, before traveling overseas, should consult the local Emily Post manuals regarding correct body language?</p> <p>And all you sports fans — and referees who work games abroad — watch it.</p> <p>As for me, I’ve taken my mother’s advice to heart and don’t point at people anymore. Anywhere.</p> <p>When I dust off my passport again, I’ll take the other advice Mom gave me: I’ll keep my hands to myself.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-passport-881305_1920-1024x773.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-26287" width="590" height="445" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-passport-881305_1920-1024x773.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-passport-881305_1920-300x226.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-passport-881305_1920-768x580.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/190821-passport-881305_1920-624x471.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 590px) 100vw, 590px" /></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have innocent intentions ever gotten you into big trouble?</p> More summer fun . . . https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/more-summer-fun.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:302d4e13-d707-3418-6f56-e5e634afe266 Tue, 20 Aug 2019 14:29:00 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;Michael continues to ride his bicycle often and I walk more, enjoy seasonal blooms, go to therapy twice a week and do the homework exercises.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pH073aXqBc/XVq3nv6PNQI/AAAAAAAAW6c/JdIK0lWZroUASTaNcsJm_SXmamfMyvuUQCEwYBhgL/s1600/69331522_10100818508515786_1274383849752625152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="693" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pH073aXqBc/XVq3nv6PNQI/AAAAAAAAW6c/JdIK0lWZroUASTaNcsJm_SXmamfMyvuUQCEwYBhgL/s320/69331522_10100818508515786_1274383849752625152_n.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been researching and dealing with house plants. Some should have been repotted long ago. Some very hard-working girls help me&nbsp; on a weekly basis to tackle weeding and landscaping goals.</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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx0LQUZcmzg/XVrJQR2m40I/AAAAAAAAW7M/wRk7jhIhVkcfl0fNbLr25ETcexbyZMEhgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Plants%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx0LQUZcmzg/XVrJQR2m40I/AAAAAAAAW7M/wRk7jhIhVkcfl0fNbLr25ETcexbyZMEhgCEwYBhgL/s400/Plants%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: Schefflera Arboricola (Umbrella Plant); Narrow Leaf Croton<br />Bottom: Maranta Leconeura (Red Prayer Plant); Podophyllum (Arrowhead Plant)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Almost daily, Michael relocates these masked visitors who like to dump over flower pots and leave unwanted gifts on the deck.</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/-EH-NjVtw840/XVq3wY-rT9I/AAAAAAAAW6c/xmR_9P30oNk4SpY2Pv3GVbGypteu2GdJQCEwYBhgL/s1600/68527146_10100818502827186_913989785280839680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="960" height="255" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-NjVtw840/XVq3wY-rT9I/AAAAAAAAW6c/xmR_9P30oNk4SpY2Pv3GVbGypteu2GdJQCEwYBhgL/s400/68527146_10100818502827186_913989785280839680_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 wish I could say that my writing is progressing steadily as well. However, the process has slowed down considerably, but hopefully not to a halt. Memories to be included in the retelling of my early childhood, keep popping up, like this photo, circa 1950.</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/-9Wgr85vV-NQ/XVr8PH3wv8I/AAAAAAAAW7g/yUIz7C05vjIaQlf1iVf4967ufdhIx7iBQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67913939_10100815490523866_3688763195092107264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="712" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wgr85vV-NQ/XVr8PH3wv8I/AAAAAAAAW7g/yUIz7C05vjIaQlf1iVf4967ufdhIx7iBQCEwYBhgL/s320/67913939_10100815490523866_3688763195092107264_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;">Memorable family moments are a constant. Rebecca started Kindergarten Tuesday and is happy to have her best buddy in the same class.</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/-TGn1w7CYeaY/XVr85pk66mI/AAAAAAAAW7s/l9bLlUY3P-E3k9CdZ5fz5bpm3eWPGhQBACLcBGAs/s1600/68912247_10100818505925976_4370303118315880448_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="619" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGn1w7CYeaY/XVr85pk66mI/AAAAAAAAW7s/l9bLlUY3P-E3k9CdZ5fz5bpm3eWPGhQBACLcBGAs/s400/68912247_10100818505925976_4370303118315880448_n.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day was her birthday. This little one has become a lovely dancer and is already off to school!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUtHETghZQc/XVsBlhZJTYI/AAAAAAAAW8M/_3tX-nQcsG0HTFcKydzSuEmSQKo38m5GgCLcBGAs/s1600/5%2Byears-old%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1600" height="267" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUtHETghZQc/XVsBlhZJTYI/AAAAAAAAW8M/_3tX-nQcsG0HTFcKydzSuEmSQKo38m5GgCLcBGAs/s400/5%2Byears-old%2BCollage.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;">Wednesday, we got up and decided to go to the State Fair, probably encouraged by Free till Three Farmer's Day! And it proved to be a delightful day away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few of the things we like to do:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--check out the cheese sculpture, try a Wisconsin cheese special, and stop at the Dairy Barn for a milkshake before the day is over.</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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Idy7ZcqGgI/XVq3wRhLyQI/AAAAAAAAW6k/Qm3394sVrqMABfNH1WiuzGC6f-74ByN6QCEwYBhgL/s1600/69097081_10100817109499426_8436620417199767552_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1080" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Idy7ZcqGgI/XVq3wRhLyQI/AAAAAAAAW6k/Qm3394sVrqMABfNH1WiuzGC6f-74ByN6QCEwYBhgL/s640/69097081_10100817109499426_8436620417199767552_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the beheaded superhero :-(</td></tr></tbody></table>--gawk at the winning animals on exhibit, like the largest sow and her dozen pink piglets, as well as the hugest male, 1060 lbs.<br /><br />--look for friend Marty Price's entries in the ceramics section;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amuimNvyJ3A/XVrJPvX4U1I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/tx2nc8iwhu052S11JxGEO5Ht5ssDxQ4jQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Martin%2BPrice%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1392" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amuimNvyJ3A/XVrJPvX4U1I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/tx2nc8iwhu052S11JxGEO5Ht5ssDxQ4jQCEwYBhgL/s640/Martin%2BPrice%2BCollage.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--we often end up in the Pioneer Village, and sit down for a rest to enjoy American folk music.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Several new experiences this year:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--a presentation about the life and contributions of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Rogers_Clark">George Rogers Clark</a> by the DNR;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--a Taste of Indiana, a variety of foods (practically a meal's-worth) and interesting facts;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--a great circus as the grand finale.</div><br /><table align="center" 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/-vnPn1tfPkyg/XVrJZYUbX7I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/I5EShkZWc58Rb3Ue0G84KBc5_FJaZLj6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/68975143_10100818503640556_7457485280937771008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="539" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnPn1tfPkyg/XVrJZYUbX7I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/I5EShkZWc58Rb3Ue0G84KBc5_FJaZLj6ACEwYBhgL/s640/68975143_10100818503640556_7457485280937771008_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The talented performers</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another grandson was off to school--Malachi. Sam helped move him back to Grace College on Thursday.</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/-pRJgTIT5TEI/XVr8sE6kxcI/AAAAAAAAW7o/5qpuLka7mcUZd4WiC_m-ScjmKtaIn2cBwCLcBGAs/s1600/Back%2Bto%2BGrace%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="1600" height="540" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRJgTIT5TEI/XVr8sE6kxcI/AAAAAAAAW7o/5qpuLka7mcUZd4WiC_m-ScjmKtaIn2cBwCLcBGAs/s640/Back%2Bto%2BGrace%2BCollage.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;">Friday, Hoyt sibling #4 was in the area all the way from Las Vegas. We had the obligatory visit to Ivanhoe's for strawberry shortcakes and a cowabanga.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A game of Hand and Foot closed the evening--fun for us, but tortuously unlucky for Ivan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqk2RwIY-Dk/XVrJQuTZgOI/AAAAAAAAW7U/Pm0OC-kXJ9AOVEeYPHmshS-QUDJaL1vwACEwYBhgL/s1600/Ivan%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="1600" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqk2RwIY-Dk/XVrJQuTZgOI/AAAAAAAAW7U/Pm0OC-kXJ9AOVEeYPHmshS-QUDJaL1vwACEwYBhgL/s320/Ivan%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Sharing and catching up conversation continued the next morning at breakfast. And we look forward to more when he returns next week!<br />These last couple of weeks have brought wonderful brotherly fellowship.<br /><br />Saturday we ended the week by attending the fun and hilarious performance of Fellowship, especially proud of Kayla's contribution as the "beloved choreographer."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mJcO1U1hDM/XVq7ffqBZII/AAAAAAAAW6s/GRw-Ic41byo6Is6Zl7wbT5J-cBgtjOCAwCLcBGAs/s1600/69153982_10100818686723656_5551574233164808192_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="504" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mJcO1U1hDM/XVq7ffqBZII/AAAAAAAAW6s/GRw-Ic41byo6Is6Zl7wbT5J-cBgtjOCAwCLcBGAs/s400/69153982_10100818686723656_5551574233164808192_n.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Summer is winding down. How much more fun awaits us?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/4u0UOQpD9nk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> What the Bible Taught Me About Writing http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/20/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c7424de5-4c65-d0f2-587e-d1d39a2dbe41 Tue, 20 Aug 2019 06:58:30 -0400 <p>What the Bible taught me about writing is a guest post from friend and local author, Christy Cabe. Writers often wonder if our words are valuable to someone. Christy&#8217;s discovery will encourage you to share your story. Christy writes: I’ve written two books. I blog. Occasionally, I summarize my thoughts into 280 characters and tweet them to [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/20/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/">What the Bible Taught Me About Writing</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><strong>What the Bible taught me about writing is a guest post from friend and local author, <a href="https://christycabe.com/">Christy Cabe.</a> Writers often wonder if our words are valuable to someone. <a href="https://christycabe.com/">Christy&#8217;s</a> discovery will encourage you to share your story.</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="https://christycabe.com/">Christy</a> writes:</strong> I’ve written two <a href="https://christycabe.com/home/books/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">books</a>. I <a href="https://christycabe.com/ten-blue-eyes-blog/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">blog</a>. Occasionally, I summarize my thoughts into 280 characters and tweet them to everybody and nobody. I post updates on Facebook and “The Gram” (as I heard a cool twenty-something call it). I’ve even written a <a href="http://growministriesonline.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">children’s Bible curriculum</a>.</p> <p>No, this isn’t my resume.</p> <p>The point I’m trying to make is, in my forty-one years of existence (see why I rely on cool twenty-somethings now?), I’ve written about a variety of topics.</p> <p>I’ve told emotional stories with my words, such as sharing about my mother’s death, my son’s cancer journey, and our struggle with miscarriages. I’ve used my words to teach children how the Bible fits together, and the fact that Moses lived after Abraham, and before David. I’ve written about the time my middle school son wore the same pair of socks for seven straight basketball games and how I almost died from the odor on the drive home. I offer a wide-range of topics.</p> <p>And that’s just me.</p> <p>When I scroll through my newsfeed, or browse the library shelves, I see articles and books on every topic known to man.</p> <h3>What&#8217;s Left?</h3> <p>What could possibly be left to write? (I know that sentence could be improved grammatically, as in, ‘What could remain about which to write?’ but this is my essay, and I happen to like the ‘left to write’ thing.)</p> <p>So when I sit down to work on my next book, or to pound out a blog post, I sometimes get discouraged. What could I possibly write about that hasn’t already been written? What wisdom, humor, information, or idea do I possess that has not already been released into cyberspace? Won’t my voice just be drowned out by the millions of others who have already sung this chorus and verse?</p> <p>These doubts slow my creative process, and often bring it to a place where I sit and sulk with my friend, Low Self-Esteem.</p> <p><em>Why tell my story? </em></p> <p><em>Why add my voice? </em></p> <p><em>Why write my words? </em></p> <h3>What About the Bible?</h3> <p>And then one day, while I was doing my hair in front of my bathroom mirror, I looked at myself, and I thought, W<em>hat about the Bible?</em></p> <p>There are 66 books in the Bible, written by about 40 different authors. And, many of those authors write about topics in their books that are the same, or very similar, to the topics in other Bible books! They are humming the same tune. That’s quite the choir!</p> <p>For example, take the guys in the Old Testament called “The Prophets.” There are 17 Prophecy books in our Bibles. Five of these are Major Prophets, and 12 are Minor. By the way, we call them “Major” and “Minor” because of the length of the books, not because Isaiah and Jeremiah had a weight problem. Just FYI.</p> <p>Anyway, these 17 Prophecy books were written by 17 different men (actually, to be technical, 16, because Jeremiah wrote Lamentations. He’s always making things difficult), but these books all basically have the same message.</p> <p>“Turn back to God.”</p> <h3>Same Message</h3> <p>I’m summarizing, but that’s the main topic of each. Most of these men are even writing to the same audience; the divided nation of Israel. (Jonah, however, was called to Nineveh, and is an exception. If you remember him from Sunday School, you always knew there was something fishy about him!)</p> <p>So, these 17 authors are all adding their voices, out of obedience to God, because they were called to share the message He gave them. <em>Even though they aren’t the only ones sharing it.<br /> </em></p> <p><img class=" wp-image-4641 aligncenter" src="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=509&amp;h=509" sizes="(max-width: 509px) 100vw, 509px" srcset="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=509&amp;h=509 509w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=1018&amp;h=1018 1018w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=300&amp;h=300 300w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=768&amp;h=768 768w" alt="DSC_0152" width="509" height="509" data-attachment-id="4641" data-permalink="https://christycabe.com/2018/08/09/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/dsc_0152/#main" data-orig-file="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg" data-orig-size="2848,2848" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D90&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1533786299&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;58&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;3200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.033333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="DSC_0152" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=620" /></p> <p>And then there’s the New Testament.</p> <p>As I always tell my 5th grade students in my Bible class, the closer we get to Jesus in the Bible, the more information we have written. So in the account of creation, we only get about two chapters in Genesis, but by the time we get to the New Testament, we have <em>four whole books</em> dedicated to one man’s life. Jesus.</p> <p>Four books. Four different authors. Four different versions. Four different voices.</p> <p>But they all put their own flavor to it. <strong>And that’s what makes them so special.</strong></p> <h3>What Makes Them Special</h3> <p>Matthew was a Jew, and really connected with the Jewish reader. The Jews knew the Old Testament writings, and therefore Matthew shows them in his book how Jesus is the Messiah that fulfills the prophecies they’ve read so many times.</p> <p>Mark wrote to a Roman audience. He tells of the same wonderful Jesus, but is writing to people who aren’t as familiar with the Old Testament prophecies, so he doesn’t explain how Jesus fulfills those. Rather, he tells of Jesus’ many miracles, and points them to the true God – who is greater than their many gods.</p> <p>Luke was a physician, so one of my favorites little tidbits about him, is that in the story of Peter chopping off a guy’s ear when they came to arrest Jesus, (Peter was a not a subtle dude), is that Luke is the only writer that mentions that Jesus puts the ear back on! You can read about it in Luke 22:51. Of course a doctor would take note of such a “surgery!”</p> <p>And John, he wrote to the world! He’s the one who wrote John 3:16, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John has gotten the most post-Bible era press for this verse with the invention of the football end zone.</p> <h3>Sea of Voices</h3> <p>So basically, if God designed the Bible to be a collection of voices, and styles, and flavors, and audiences, and personalities, then having a sea of voices sharing about the same topic must not be so bad after all.</p> <p>I guess it’s time I stop second-guessing the messages and stories I feel led to share, and get to work.</p> <p>Sharing my words, even if I’m not the first (or the best) to write about the topic, is an act of obedience to the loving God who is able to use them for His glory!</p> <p>Thank you, Christy, for being my guest.</p> <h2>For You:</h2> <p>Get your free copy of how to teach your child about God!</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/Share-the-Story-Family-Devotions-1.pdf">Share the Story Family Devotions</a></p> <p>Refresh your spirit with my page-turning, Christy-nominated novel, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Chasing+Sunrise&amp;qid=1566224470&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em><strong>Chasing Sunrise.</strong></em></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7536" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/20/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/">What the Bible Taught Me About Writing</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=26226 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:817ab7ea-a43b-e23a-1aad-aba473604c9a Mon, 19 Aug 2019 09:18:06 -0400 O Lord, I know You have many more important issues on Your mind than who wins a ballgame. Plus, I can’t imagine that You take sides. But with the Cubs battling for the playoffs, OMG, do You think You might make an exception? <p><strong>O Lord, I know You have many more important issues on Your mind than who wins a ballgame. Plus, I can’t imagine that You take sides. But with the Cubs battling for the playoffs, OMG, do You think You might make an exception?</strong></p> <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/SteveJonahDavidIII.jpg" alt="" data-id="26228" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=26228" class="wp-image-26228" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/SteveJonahDavidIII.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/SteveJonahDavidIII-206x300.jpg 206w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/SteveRachaelWrigley-II.jpg" alt="" data-id="26229" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=26229" class="wp-image-26229" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/SteveRachaelWrigley-II.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/SteveRachaelWrigley-II-169x300.jpg 169w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul> Reunions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/reunions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ff64f860-5756-348b-10a3-4f595a4e3184 Tue, 13 Aug 2019 11:56:42 -0400 What a crazy week of multiple reunions, almost as unbelievable as this giant hibiscus with amazing blooms that last only a day!<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-pYpsYK8jxvw/XVGHcDlWlkI/AAAAAAAAW3o/bfAnUz7nvxAScd96f5N88MN8baOo--AmACLcBGAs/s1600/67750304_10100814244660586_8430700221394059264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="459" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYpsYK8jxvw/XVGHcDlWlkI/AAAAAAAAW3o/bfAnUz7nvxAScd96f5N88MN8baOo--AmACLcBGAs/s320/67750304_10100814244660586_8430700221394059264_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna Pink Swirl Hibiscus&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The first gathering was on <b>Sunday</b>--a celebration of Karen's hard-earned achievement, conveniently a day before her birthday. She felt especially honored to have her very own ice sculpture after almost twenty years with a professional ice carver--a fancy sushi bar recognizing her new title M.A.E.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0CMGYWEkWo/XVGTRjWfJlI/AAAAAAAAW4Q/NSbh82dnSII8k6UOWCVUWMTspWXl5kZUACLcBGAs/s1600/MAE%2BKaren%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0CMGYWEkWo/XVGTRjWfJlI/AAAAAAAAW4Q/NSbh82dnSII8k6UOWCVUWMTspWXl5kZUACLcBGAs/s640/MAE%2BKaren%2BCollage.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;">Stephan's role as host included providing food, serving, making everyone feel comfortable--family, friends, colleagues--even playing games with the many children in the pool.&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/-svap7Ktd2kI/XVGTRdbbleI/AAAAAAAAW4Y/pPs7a2Jl8GMXbtB8y43RajhkXBxmxMhcwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Karen%2527s%2Bpool%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svap7Ktd2kI/XVGTRdbbleI/AAAAAAAAW4Y/pPs7a2Jl8GMXbtB8y43RajhkXBxmxMhcwCEwYBhgL/s640/Karen%2527s%2Bpool%2Bparty%2BCollage.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;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday</b> Night Meal (usually just a few of us,four Kochs and neighbor Jasmine) became another reunion of sorts with several of the original friends from dinners Stephan used to host years ago when he was still single.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Tuesday</b>, Aldo (Hoyt brother #3) and wife Alice, stopped for visit and lunch at Ivanhoe's on their way from Indianapolis to Winona Lake. Stephan was able to join us.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjHbq2YfBPQ/XVGQzDHbMZI/AAAAAAAAW4A/KF_9rga2r8IIjPWPn8A_DBx7jaqRi7GpgCEwYBhgL/s1600/68442718_10100814244820266_6385876101473763328_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="622" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjHbq2YfBPQ/XVGQzDHbMZI/AAAAAAAAW4A/KF_9rga2r8IIjPWPn8A_DBx7jaqRi7GpgCEwYBhgL/s400/68442718_10100814244820266_6385876101473763328_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;"><b>Wednesday</b>, Michael and I joined them for dinner with Mother, Alan (Hoyt borther #5) his fiancé Raquel as well as his son Nicolas, and Margaret (Mother's dear friend, both 98 this 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/-hm-8IAPHSQg/XVGTRVMi9VI/AAAAAAAAW4c/NM2oY4jvDnQSvl1KbGh9GMmwF9EvS7vCACEwYBhgL/s1600/Raquel%2BGV%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1480" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hm-8IAPHSQg/XVGTRVMi9VI/AAAAAAAAW4c/NM2oY4jvDnQSvl1KbGh9GMmwF9EvS7vCACEwYBhgL/s640/Raquel%2BGV%2BCollage.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That very day, August 7, we realized that it was Mike's mother's birthday and she would have been 103 years-old. I truly look forward to eternity when I will get to know Carol Jane, healed and whole in body and mind.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRGrgxolvA/XVIXErIlszI/AAAAAAAAW4k/HKxoum1Yab4BEyJMYZWH0atlAkNePyHsACLcBGAs/s1600/8.25.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="1074" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRGrgxolvA/XVIXErIlszI/AAAAAAAAW4k/HKxoum1Yab4BEyJMYZWH0atlAkNePyHsACLcBGAs/s400/8.25.00.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br />That was also the day that the Muncie grands started back to school. I was so impressed with the special breakfast mom prepared--GF donuts with sprinkles--a sweet send-off.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knvqAohICzI/XVIXKNoK0_I/AAAAAAAAW4o/bKvB9b0eSkMq0P1tI-yYFzXLor9BiMSCQCLcBGAs/s1600/67810200_10217235448651325_8488157958872498176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knvqAohICzI/XVIXKNoK0_I/AAAAAAAAW4o/bKvB9b0eSkMq0P1tI-yYFzXLor9BiMSCQCLcBGAs/s320/67810200_10217235448651325_8488157958872498176_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><b>Thursday</b>, our good friends Fred and Karen Perry were passing through on their annual trek between family in Michigan and Bloomington. This time we lunched at Payne's, next to the interstate exit. We are always grateful for opportunities, brief though they may be, to reconnect and reminisce.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNNgfcQjs8E/XVGHcDc79jI/AAAAAAAAW3s/50RKU8HB8nAfCtl_YhLkcFYd1DH-0TshQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67688449_10100814244076756_6491655665595973632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="960" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNNgfcQjs8E/XVGHcDc79jI/AAAAAAAAW3s/50RKU8HB8nAfCtl_YhLkcFYd1DH-0TshQCEwYBhgL/s400/67688449_10100814244076756_6491655665595973632_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;">Michael had been preparing all week for a weekend adventure, the ODRAM (One Day Ride Across Michigan. A group of cyclists was looking for riders who could maintain a certain speed. He couldn't resist the challenge.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Friday </b>he drove to Bay City was bused to Rothbury where he camped overnight ready to start the 150 mile ride at 5:30 a.m. the next morning!&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/-SI-mcrS6BxQ/XVIa5FiYNdI/AAAAAAAAW48/uuER2FRIdYUIDYpeEFL-_oHEMGb91tL-ACLcBGAs/s1600/Moon%2Bmeet%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1147" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI-mcrS6BxQ/XVIa5FiYNdI/AAAAAAAAW48/uuER2FRIdYUIDYpeEFL-_oHEMGb91tL-ACLcBGAs/s640/Moon%2Bmeet%2BCollage.jpg" width="457" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That night we shared a phone conversation while staring at the same moon and planet.</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/-EglfHSm-l7g/XVIa5GSpYpI/AAAAAAAAW44/li56mCu88_M4OGum7wy--uxwWoflrScYwCEwYBhgL/s1600/68247829_10100815186582966_4572953771423825920_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="1323" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EglfHSm-l7g/XVIa5GSpYpI/AAAAAAAAW44/li56mCu88_M4OGum7wy--uxwWoflrScYwCEwYBhgL/s640/68247829_10100815186582966_4572953771423825920_o.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;">It took him 12 hours. He couldn't keep up with the group the entire time and the roads were a bit rough on his knees, but he is very grateful to be able to ride long distances again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile I was enjoying Rebecca's Purr-fect birthday party. She has so many grandmas, family and friends that love her. . .and can't believe she is already five years-old and starting Kindergarten next week!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cat # 1: "Rebecca is five years-old!"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cat# 2: " You're kitten!"</i></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/-39l6-BzPej8/XVGTUGMbScI/AAAAAAAAW4c/ZMMwvM-xiXQgD2y5hAilsnigMInlBccKQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67734298_10205744027317633_6388286827962302464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="621" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39l6-BzPej8/XVGTUGMbScI/AAAAAAAAW4c/ZMMwvM-xiXQgD2y5hAilsnigMInlBccKQCEwYBhgL/s400/67734298_10205744027317633_6388286827962302464_n.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Update: Thursday I started therapy to regain left-arm mobility. I have to do exercises four times a day and go back twice a week.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/qDVy4XSO238" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Back-to-School is My Favorite Shopping http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/13/back-to-school-is-my-favorite-shopping/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:ea976331-80ab-5297-2673-cd880ac130f2 Tue, 13 Aug 2019 07:07:42 -0400 <p>Back-to-school shopping is my favorite retail shopping season. Just look at all that yummy paper, bright ink pens, handy glue sticks, and notebooks in all sizes and shades. When I was a kid and finally old enough that my mom would turn me loose to visit the aisles in the grocery store I liked best [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/13/back-to-school-is-my-favorite-shopping/">Back-to-School is My Favorite Shopping</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Back-to-school shopping is my favorite retail shopping season. Just look at all that yummy paper, bright ink pens, handy glue sticks, and notebooks in all sizes and shades.</p> <p>When I was a kid and finally old enough that my mom would turn me loose to visit the aisles in the grocery store I liked best while she completed her shopping list, I didn’t go to the row of toys, the cereal avenue, or even the candy corridor. My homing beacon was set for the stationary section. Even in later years when my peers gravitated to glam make-up, clothing, and perfumes, I still adored blank books, file folders, notecards, and pens eager to translate my thoughts to ink on paper.</p> <p>During the back-to-school season, shopping is positively pleasant as I browse the reams of spiral notebooks in primary colors priced at ten for a dollar, and those inviting blank essay books in their familiar white and black covers.</p> <h3><strong>Think Savings</strong></h3> <p>Creating a functional budget and sticking to it is good for our financial health. Concurrently, financial freedom expert, <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=69ecda9221&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D69ecda9221%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNEPUbKg_0WPWXLdWnids_BG7f3G5w">Dave Ramsey</a>, notes that buying items on sale that we use often is good for the budget. With this in mind, I purchase those back-to-school shopping supplies from the list the teacher and school send out, looking for color and convenience for our family. Next, I stock up on a few extra deeply discounted products for events and holidays throughout the year.</p> <p>As the mom of seven, I invited each child to choose a color for the year. When one child has a blue backpack and notebooks, and another child selects green, it is easy to identify which supplies belong to which student anytime and anywhere. A milk crate or similar container large enough to hold everything each child will take to class makes weekday mornings smoother. By checking assignments and placing completed homework into the crate the night before, children easily grab and go the next day.</p> <h3><strong>Not Just For School</strong></h3> <p>My back-to-school shopping list goes far beyond thoughts of the first day of class. While price and selection is particularly good, I stock up on back-to-school supplies for:</p> <ul> <li>Stocking stuffers for Christmas. Adults like new pens, pencils, and scissors as well as students whose supplies are looking used at the school year’s halfway mark. By the time Christmas arrives, items are lost or broken, spent or nearly used up.</li> <li>Watch the eyes of preschoolers light up when they receive a stocking containing their very own washable markers, pad of multi-colored construction paper, scotch tape, and box of bandaids.</li> <li>For birthday gifts, fill a backpack with a stapler, hole punch, and colored notecards.</li> <li>Adults and kids appreciate gifts consisting of a reusable lunch bag and water bottle, and handy lunch containers.</li> <li>Shiny new notebooks and gel pens are a well-received party favor when you are the party hostess.</li> <li>For a young explorer’s birthday combine a magnifying glass, small notebook, pen, flashlight, and a copy of J. Warner Wallace’s book, <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=4eb031dbea&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D4eb031dbea%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHwYcvQDQFPfYhtP44E3n_b2sYB0g">Cold Case Christianity for Kids.</a></li> <li>If you live in a neighborhood where trick-or-treaters will be at your door for Halloween, fill their bags with ten-cent essay books or pencils and pens from one-cent sale packages.</li> <li>Grab a couple backpacks, memory sticks, and small first aid kits as graduation gifts for high schoolers on their way to college.</li> <li>Stores offer an inviting array of dorm supplies for college-bound students. This is the time to pick up matching bed sets, storage containers, and bathroom towels. Freshen up bed and bath at home or give a color-coordinated collection for Christmas.</li> <li>Shop dorm supplies for storage containers, bed and bath sets, and small appliances like microwaves, rice cookers, and air popcorn poppers for wedding and shower gifts.</li> <li>Take advantage of clothing sales for fresh outfits and new styles but hold back from purchasing everything for the whole year. Fill the clothing needs for your student for this season, knowing that holiday specials will be here quickly as well as after Christmas sales.</li> <li>This is a good time to pick up packages of socks.</li> <li>Check shoe stores for sales on footwear.</li> </ul> <h3><strong>Where to Shop</strong></h3> <p>Office Depot, OfficeMax, Staples, Walgreens, and Walmart offer deals on pencils, pens, paper, notebooks, glue sticks, and markers. I found the best price for quality notebooks in bulk at Costco. Look for sales on laptops at Costco, Dell, Sam’s Club, and Walmart.</p> <p>Featuring clothing specials are JC Pennys, Kohls, Lands End, Macys, and Target. Both Pennys and Kohl’s give awards for every dollar spent to use toward future purchases. Target often has the best price on school uniforms. Sporting goods stores like Dick’s fill the racks with athletic apparel. Pick up what you need for your student and buy ahead for upcoming birthdays.</p> <p>Of course, while back-to-school shopping, I am on the lookout for supplies for my home office. Already I found multi-colored paperclips, a notepad, file folders, and a blank book I can’t wait to fill. 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I rather hope that the bag of nuts I bought actually contains nuts. Then again, I also question a box of lemon cookies that is excited enough to emblazon across the front that it &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Should books have warning&#160;labels?</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1264" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/peanuts-1850809_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 650D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;55&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;320&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.002&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="peanuts-1850809_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1264 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=665" alt="peanuts-1850809_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>I&#8217;ve never understood why a bag of peanuts needs a warning label to inform people that the bag may contain nuts. I rather hope that the bag of nuts I bought actually contains nuts. Then again, I also question a box of lemon cookies that is excited enough to emblazon across the front that it is flavored with REAL lemons.</p> <p>Uh, as opposed to what?<img data-attachment-id="1262" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/caution-943376_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png" data-orig-size="638,179" 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="caution-943376_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=638" class=" wp-image-1262 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=264&#038;h=74" alt="caution-943376_640" width="264" height="74" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=264&amp;h=74 264w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=528&amp;h=148 528w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=150&amp;h=42 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=300&amp;h=84 300w" sizes="(max-width: 264px) 100vw, 264px" /></p> <p>What is equally surprising are all the places where warning labels do not appear. Such as songs. Why isn&#8217;t there a disclaimer at the beginning of a song that it is likely to get stuck in your head and stay there on repeat until one is ready binge eat a carton of mysteriously-flavored chocolate cookies that don&#8217;t contain chocolate?</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1263" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/croissant-690646_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,459" 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="croissant-690646_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1263 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=342&#038;h=245" alt="croissant-690646_640" width="342" height="245" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=342&amp;h=245 342w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=108 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=215 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 342px) 100vw, 342px" />And what about books? Have you ever seen a caution that a book is likely to cause one-more-chapter syndrome and one will stay up way past their bedtime &#8211;much to the detriment of their ability to function the next day.</p> <p>Shouldn&#8217;t coffee have a warning label that it is likely to keep one awake if consumed too close to bedtime &#8212; unless one is drinking it to stay awake and finish the aforementioned book? What about chocolate and the temptation to eat more than one square?</p> <p>These seem to be rational warnings that need to be posted everywhere. Instead, we are gifted with cautions about hair straighteners not being intended for use in one&#8217;s eyes. Hair dryers warn against using them while you are asleep. Letter openers suggest the use of safety goggles during operation.</p> <p>Because, apparently, every office should come equipped with safety goggles.</p> <p><span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;font-family:'Noto Serif', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">Why don&#8217;t we have warnings that babies will cause an excess of awws and so cutes. Salty wind blowing off the ocean might tangle your hair. S</span>tars might cause one to wonder at their own significance and God&#8217;s greatness. <img data-attachment-id="1265" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/tree-736885_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,398" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;11&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D90&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;18&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;160&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.005&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="tree-736885_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1265 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=252&#038;h=157" alt="tree-736885_640" width="252" height="157" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=252&amp;h=157 252w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=504&amp;h=314 504w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=93 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=187 300w" sizes="(max-width: 252px) 100vw, 252px" /></p> <p>So while I might wonder why a chainsaw needs a warning to not hold the wrong end, I am grateful that we have a God who both warns us of our need for Him and inspires us with awe.</p> <p>&#8220;For since the creation of the world God&#8217;s invisible qualities-his eternal power and divine nature-have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.&#8221;    Romans 1:20</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Fifth Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/fifth-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d42d031a-8440-a806-94f6-1b5382b861b4 Tue, 06 Aug 2019 17:35:33 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This calendar-page sticker-art represents the entire month of July--my <i>extended vacation,</i>&nbsp;unable to do many things. I could not hold a book like the girl in the picture. But come to think of it, I was able to place every sticker in place, however slowly and awkwardly.</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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrZLEGLp9c/XUjmificaDI/AAAAAAAAW10/D2eUcucHXTkrx79HJGMIqp7GAQK5TckOACEwYBhgL/s1600/67758810_10100809627488436_2387791809855094784_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="798" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrZLEGLp9c/XUjmificaDI/AAAAAAAAW10/D2eUcucHXTkrx79HJGMIqp7GAQK5TckOACEwYBhgL/s320/67758810_10100809627488436_2387791809855094784_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Summer</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I could still walk and enjoy the wonderful weather and the many seasonal nuances of nature.&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/-DbeWGDMOj7Q/XUjmi0EeAtI/AAAAAAAAW1s/RMkRWq1TPfkEV5-TQwARmFdSNBhA6np-wCLcBGAs/s1600/67966120_10100811583343886_3022570512866869248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="960" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbeWGDMOj7Q/XUjmi0EeAtI/AAAAAAAAW1s/RMkRWq1TPfkEV5-TQwARmFdSNBhA6np-wCLcBGAs/s320/67966120_10100811583343886_3022570512866869248_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I gained more freedom when the cast came off Tuesday, so we celebrated at Concannon's.</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/-z1DHbAsXgFY/XUjmhs_KLuI/AAAAAAAAW1c/vIeib2fuUOsBe0MBgRbV-7nVcRRViSysgCEwYBhgL/s1600/67389102_10100809627593226_6551525662866276352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1DHbAsXgFY/XUjmhs_KLuI/AAAAAAAAW1c/vIeib2fuUOsBe0MBgRbV-7nVcRRViSysgCEwYBhgL/s400/67389102_10100809627593226_6551525662866276352_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br />Monday the 29th was Mother's 98th birthday. I've been following her 1996 journal and read how they celebrated the day she turned 75--my current age.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>Celebrated my birthday by going to Ft. Wayne. First we went to Blessings and took Daddy's baritone to get refinished. They loaned him a baritone while his is getting refinished. We then went to the Lincoln Museum for 2 hours. We could have stayed at least 3 hours there was so much to see. Dinner we ate at the Old Country Buffet. Called Rita after we came home but she hadn't arrived from Spain yet. Mike's mother said that Mike had gone to meet her and that they wouldn't be home for a couple days. Also painted an old door white to make a sign for D.V.B.S.</i></blockquote><br />Some interesting notes to glean from that one paragraph. The celebration was low-key, just the two of them doing things they enjoyed, but combined with an errand. The day included some work for the church. Almost every journal entry mentions a church-related task to get the building ready, its maintenance, or to participate in the services.<br />I was reminded of the month I spent in Barcelona for a language teacher's course and living with David and Lisania Rhoton.<br />We had forgotten when it was that Michael's mother came to live with us, and were surprised that she was at that time still able to give accurate information over the phone.<br /><br />I was so glad that earlier in the week Mother had family visitors, all the way from Las Vegas--Kyle and Tina were in the area to see his family.<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-HVOCWmCtr8o/XUnlRR_xC2I/AAAAAAAAW2s/9PhDHxSb5oY-R0L9pfGs_ordH9HhJytPQCEwYBhgL/s1600/BD%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1371" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVOCWmCtr8o/XUnlRR_xC2I/AAAAAAAAW2s/9PhDHxSb5oY-R0L9pfGs_ordH9HhJytPQCEwYBhgL/s640/BD%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" width="548" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Top: Betsy, Tina and Grandma Hoyt</span><br style="font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Bottom: Simon, great grandma and Betsy</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Wednesday Leah drove so we could visit Grandma Hoyt and celebrate her 98 years.&nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ksznYyaT1Q/XUjmhruZF6I/AAAAAAAAW1Y/UcEpTO6ldO4uZ24uQVEslVKJDyTK7jPKQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67403449_10100809626799816_1551679909183619072_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/-8ksznYyaT1Q/XUjmhruZF6I/AAAAAAAAW1Y/UcEpTO6ldO4uZ24uQVEslVKJDyTK7jPKQCEwYBhgL/s400/67403449_10100809626799816_1551679909183619072_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;">My youngest brother Alan joined us for dinner with Mother and a good time 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/-evfhW23SspE/XUjmiqZT22I/AAAAAAAAW1o/l82p5p71ll0xnqbyU050-L3KfzNMozwcQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67775070_10100809627049316_5238124771123658752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="899" height="502" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evfhW23SspE/XUjmiqZT22I/AAAAAAAAW1o/l82p5p71ll0xnqbyU050-L3KfzNMozwcQCEwYBhgL/s640/67775070_10100809627049316_5238124771123658752_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Leah and I stopped in the ARTcare with GRACE studio for her to see what they do there. Michael Conley, who runs the place, told us Mother had been in that day to paint even though it wasn't Friday, the assigned day for the Health Care residents. He is always amazed that she can focus and keep at a project the entire morning. Here are Mother's paintings I may have missed before.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQqybwPzD9w/XUnlRsF1X3I/AAAAAAAAW2w/pM8b0UWc9LQDt6kglmJ-JzeEw7L4gm2IgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Paintings%2BMother%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1507" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQqybwPzD9w/XUnlRsF1X3I/AAAAAAAAW2w/pM8b0UWc9LQDt6kglmJ-JzeEw7L4gm2IgCEwYBhgL/s400/Paintings%2BMother%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><br />I added my recent watercolor (an experiment of the wet on wet technique) to Mother's birthday greetings.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" 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/-Ij3L2hytdkU/XUnpC3sw96I/AAAAAAAAW28/Nz1dtOg4ufA-ImKzJvYZjGcEL3xW1T7EgCLcBGAs/s1600/67589626_10100811583423726_5192161882252771328_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="747" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij3L2hytdkU/XUnpC3sw96I/AAAAAAAAW28/Nz1dtOg4ufA-ImKzJvYZjGcEL3xW1T7EgCLcBGAs/s320/67589626_10100811583423726_5192161882252771328_n.jpg" width="249" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hollyhocks</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Zion was at camp all week. Everyday I looked through the camp photos for a glimpse of him. He seemed to be having a lot of fun. I asked him after what was his favorite. See if you can guess. You may be surprised.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DptotSVmgho/XUnlSUjBMEI/AAAAAAAAW20/kmooY_tXfrsuC28-_YppHQTGvDkVc5z3ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Zion%2Bcamp%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1033" data-original-width="1600" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DptotSVmgho/XUnlSUjBMEI/AAAAAAAAW20/kmooY_tXfrsuC28-_YppHQTGvDkVc5z3ACEwYBhgL/s640/Zion%2Bcamp%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Rebecca wanted to go fishing, so her Daddy obliged all the necessary gear--fishing pole, tackle box and all! She was so excited to catch one <strike>huge </strike>fish!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFGaCpmBEUM/XUjm6le9fAI/AAAAAAAAW2A/jFsPH7HWfs8UFmy4vWTBqQEnLshjfT0NgCLcBGAs/s1600/67805017_10205710285874118_2961805538901360640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFGaCpmBEUM/XUjm6le9fAI/AAAAAAAAW2A/jFsPH7HWfs8UFmy4vWTBqQEnLshjfT0NgCLcBGAs/s400/67805017_10205710285874118_2961805538901360640_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Michael has put in many miles on the bicycle this week. After one ride, a hundred-miler, he noticed all joint pain was gone! Truly <i>exercise is medicine.</i><br /><i><br /></i>Karen and I attended the annual Taylor's Professional Writers Conference Friday and Saturday. That event probably merits a post of its own.<br /><br />By the end of the week I grew tired of wearing the sling, and the brace hindered my handwriting so I dared to go without, cautiously, carefully.<br />I should also write about the lessons learned through the experiences of this very different month.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lBBa2LV5xX4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Free E-book https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/free-e-book/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:3032adc9-b588-dcb7-230f-35287cb5aab4 Thu, 01 Aug 2019 19:31:32 -0400 Advertisements <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1252" style="width: 585px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1252" data-attachment-id="1252" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/free-e-book/newsletter-hyperlink/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png" data-orig-size="490,200" 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="Newsletter Hyperlink" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=490" class="alignnone wp-image-1252" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=575&#038;h=235" alt="Newsletter Hyperlink" width="575" height="235" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png 490w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=150&amp;h=61 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=300&amp;h=122 300w" sizes="(max-width: 575px) 100vw, 575px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1252" class="wp-caption-text"></h1> <h3><a href="http://eepurl.com/gwT2F1">Click Here to Subscribe</a></h3> <p></p></div> In Love with God’s Word: The LASB Commentaries https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/07/30/in-love-with-gods-word-the-lasb-commentaries/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:ad8e6461-5ad9-42c9-ae4d-7f88d7d93b6f Tue, 30 Jul 2019 19:30:49 -0400 After we completed several versions of the Life Application Study Bibles (as I&#8217;ve mentioned in the last couple of posts, here and here), someone came up with the idea of creating actual commentaries—one for each book of the New Testament. Seventeen red volumes—some including two or three of the smaller books in one volume. Several [&#8230;] Fourth Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/fourth-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5f859951-a802-913b-39ee-4ba617de5396 Tue, 30 Jul 2019 11:23:28 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKC-x9ypuyA/XT8HAMYWX3I/AAAAAAAAVyI/54Yx3Q6BXhUtBYDRG8cRmDlBYOkA5m3wgCEwYBhgL/s1600/67237098_10100806121599266_5774957762857402368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="888" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKC-x9ypuyA/XT8HAMYWX3I/AAAAAAAAVyI/54Yx3Q6BXhUtBYDRG8cRmDlBYOkA5m3wgCEwYBhgL/s400/67237098_10100806121599266_5774957762857402368_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Slow healing continues--gradually less pain and increased mobility--and ever learning more coping tricks. Meanwhile more long walks, a few special events, and one big goal to focus on--clean up Dropbox of excessive files.<br /><br />The first event to look forward to was the alumni evening at my <i>alma mater,&nbsp;</i>Grace College and Seminary, which included dinner, a lovely boat ride on the lake, and a tour of the newly opened <a href="https://www.grace.edu/dr-dane-a-miller-science-complex-progress/">Dr. Dane Miller Science Complex</a>&nbsp;where we learned of the <a href="https://www.grace.edu/lilly-center-studies-have-county-wide-impact/">Lilly Center Studies</a>&nbsp;that conducts testing and research of lakes and streams and <a href="https://timesuniononline.com/Content/Top-Stories-Click-for-more-top-stories/Top-Stories/Article/Lilly-Center-s-Classroom-Lake-Experience-Program-Aids-Local-Teachers/82/353/119395">classroom education </a>in area schools. More than 50 aquariums are housed there ready to go out this fall.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vzm973gidIM/XT9bqZ8udII/AAAAAAAAVzM/RMi4n12pKEE10GgyE1MkUNi1sLyXKMR0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/67262278_10100806122272916_5343191529588523008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vzm973gidIM/XT9bqZ8udII/AAAAAAAAVzM/RMi4n12pKEE10GgyE1MkUNi1sLyXKMR0wCEwYBhgL/s640/67262278_10100806122272916_5343191529588523008_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwkQ_yBsm38/XT9bO3kSOcI/AAAAAAAAVyg/yNG4gyb8tYQuRS5Dlhrlw1Qv7IpAV1dXgCLcBGAs/s1600/D%2BMiller%2BScience%2BCenter%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwkQ_yBsm38/XT9bO3kSOcI/AAAAAAAAVyg/yNG4gyb8tYQuRS5Dlhrlw1Qv7IpAV1dXgCLcBGAs/s640/D%2BMiller%2BScience%2BCenter%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Another institution we love is our neighbor--Taylor University. In my walks I continue to explore and learn new details: a plaque to remember a dormitory that is no longer; a campus clock, gift of the class of 1967; and the KSAC, short for <a href="http://athletics.taylor.edu/f/facilities_kesler_center.php">Kesler Student Activities Center</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCAyFJTVIeI/XT9bPcdZ2vI/AAAAAAAAVzE/2V3DibYg7xEmKxkNFQI2I1z1I7Ic1o_aACEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Bspots%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCAyFJTVIeI/XT9bPcdZ2vI/AAAAAAAAVzE/2V3DibYg7xEmKxkNFQI2I1z1I7Ic1o_aACEwYBhgL/s640/TU%2Bspots%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The next event I looked forward to was the Basque meal prepared by the three students who visited our area this summer. We had not met them yet so it was a very enjoyable evening getting acquainted and sharing the lovely food they prepared for us.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoUGfk5V7Io/XUBKbhLGRMI/AAAAAAAAVzg/AsiAmpHOpKMcxfF5QONZSePo5qoj__TjgCLcBGAs/s1600/Basque%2Bvisitors%2B2019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="795" height="387" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoUGfk5V7Io/XUBKbhLGRMI/AAAAAAAAVzg/AsiAmpHOpKMcxfF5QONZSePo5qoj__TjgCLcBGAs/s640/Basque%2Bvisitors%2B2019.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also look forward to the Let's Make Art Paint Along of the week, though I was not as happy with my end result. However, the first pledge at the beginning of the show is, "I promise to be kind to myself." So here it is.</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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFq2LlYP3tI/XT9bPVZDzcI/AAAAAAAAVyo/fCXvPyFT_d0fMeY8DfgYq2W3iraZYTtZgCLcBGAs/s1600/hollyhock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="267" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFq2LlYP3tI/XT9bPVZDzcI/AAAAAAAAVyo/fCXvPyFT_d0fMeY8DfgYq2W3iraZYTtZgCLcBGAs/s320/hollyhock.jpg" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hollyhocks</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Everyday this week I searched the Miracle Camp photos for glimpses of grandson Elijah. For days there was no sight of him. I began to wonder whether he had run away, ha! Then finally I caught these. Can't wait to hear his report of camp week.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-x0asiudM/XT9eytsb62I/AAAAAAAAVzU/zOQOCCpYOKQ5ndcfAFqkSQ79KGj-qwTIwCLcBGAs/s1600/Elijah%2BMC%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="979" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-x0asiudM/XT9eytsb62I/AAAAAAAAVzU/zOQOCCpYOKQ5ndcfAFqkSQ79KGj-qwTIwCLcBGAs/s640/Elijah%2BMC%2BCollage.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br />Moriah (our resident student, away for the summer) sent a photo of the four Phyxtgears Dannar summer interns atop the huge mobile power station they've been working on. In less then four weeks they will be back in school.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUI-8Ntglkc/XT9bN5U_MhI/AAAAAAAAVy0/IsK6IIAeC6I-iO1D-y6WnRk68nkzPJWsgCEwYBhgL/s1600/67177223_219250362285496_7705409665349189632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUI-8Ntglkc/XT9bN5U_MhI/AAAAAAAAVy0/IsK6IIAeC6I-iO1D-y6WnRk68nkzPJWsgCEwYBhgL/s640/67177223_219250362285496_7705409665349189632_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Michael, besides helping me, has enjoyed some very long bike rides nearly every other day. Saturday evening, after a very long day riding with friends from what used to be the Delaware Cycling Club,&nbsp; we had a delightful evening at an outdoor performance of Shakespeare's <i>As You Like It </i>by the <a href="http://www.stahome.org/hoosier-shakes">Hoosier Shakes.</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0Ia5GZWz0/XUBXLax93DI/AAAAAAAAVzs/17WVcJEJgEUpGz_kQZr-TWVTwET7NwivACLcBGAs/s1600/As%2Byou%2Blike%2Bit%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1347" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0Ia5GZWz0/XUBXLax93DI/AAAAAAAAVzs/17WVcJEJgEUpGz_kQZr-TWVTwET7NwivACLcBGAs/s640/As%2Byou%2Blike%2Bit%2BCollage.jpg" width="538" /></a></div>Other fun moments were encounters with friends--at a cafe, on a long walk, at the Farmer's Market, at a bridal shower.<br />And the finale was Sunday celebrating Skye's 22nd birthday with family at Matt and Kayla's. They are wonderful and generous hosts.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47Y08iTW0Zw/XT9bP7QBW_I/AAAAAAAAVyw/5mwi3YlMnE4p3VZ6MG3SZNbh-psECuCXwCLcBGAs/s1600/sKYE%2B22%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1600" height="547" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47Y08iTW0Zw/XT9bP7QBW_I/AAAAAAAAVyw/5mwi3YlMnE4p3VZ6MG3SZNbh-psECuCXwCLcBGAs/s640/sKYE%2B22%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />My gift to him was his early-life story, an assortment of photos-good memories to prepare him for what lies ahead as becomes a father. Here are just a few of my favorites: the new bicycle mom assembled; on our deck; his favorite pose; off to work with grandma's briefcase and wearing her shoes!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTFBEe9mVWI/XT9bOy8gaTI/AAAAAAAAVyk/MUJzD2HjL3UlGYryzyXC3cSxqH6XuAEuwCLcBGAs/s1600/Skye%2Blittle%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1032" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTFBEe9mVWI/XT9bOy8gaTI/AAAAAAAAVyk/MUJzD2HjL3UlGYryzyXC3cSxqH6XuAEuwCLcBGAs/s640/Skye%2Blittle%2BCollage.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;There were a few cat lovers present at the event: Rebecca with Buddy Oz and Delilah, Leah's indoor cats; Kayla and Karen with Oreo and Twinkie, the Kern family cats.<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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qVr9TrA9Ig/XUBb-pO5JEI/AAAAAAAAVz4/YBtbvXlmZj43cn-k7S6y0P8tGoi1EWzyACLcBGAs/s1600/CAT%2BLOVERSCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1600" height="548" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qVr9TrA9Ig/XUBb-pO5JEI/AAAAAAAAVz4/YBtbvXlmZj43cn-k7S6y0P8tGoi1EWzyACLcBGAs/s640/CAT%2BLOVERSCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />For most of this year it has taken me longer to process each week's memories and memorable moments. If you are a regular reader, you have surely noticed and grown accustomed to looking for a post on Tuesdays. I am grateful to be able to continue these reflections on life as it happens.<br /><br />Do you keep a record of the daily gifts life brings?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Fqb1zcyfcHQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Transformed By Tragedy http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/23/transformed-by-tragedy/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:ce397e8c-f94b-8797-5d10-8ebf72153ece Tue, 23 Jul 2019 07:58:07 -0400 <p>Tragedy  transformed my family. Have you been similarly transformed by tragedy? On July 6, 1944, a troop train transporting 1000 freshly minted soldiers, left Indianapolis bound for the Carolinas. From there they would be sent to the European theater of WW2. At sunset, a 16-year-old teen watching the train pass his small town of Jellico, [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/23/transformed-by-tragedy/">Transformed By Tragedy</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="graf graf--h3">Tragedy  transformed my family. Have you been similarly transformed by tragedy?</p> <p class="graf graf--p">On July 6, 1944, a troop train transporting 1000 freshly minted soldiers, left Indianapolis bound for the Carolinas. From there they would be sent to the <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1563821416&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1563821416&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">European theater of WW2</a>. At sunset, a 16-year-old teen watching the train pass his small town of Jellico, Tennessee saw the troop train jump the tracks and plunge into a 50-foot gorge of the Clear River.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Growing up in <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">California</a>, I had heard this story, so distant in years and location. Two decades ago, our family relocated from California to Indiana. For several years, I made regular trips to <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">South Carolina</a>. The long hours in the car were punctuated by signs for big and small towns along the route. In the mountains of Tennessee, there is a single exit for Jellico. The unusual name caught my attention each time but I didn’t stop until my mom mentioned that Jellico was the place where the largest <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/She-Jumped-Tracks-Americas-Stateside/dp/089826054X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=She+Jumped+the+Tracks&amp;qid=1563815628&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/She-Jumped-Tracks-Americas-Stateside/dp/089826054X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=She+Jumped+the+Tracks&amp;qid=1563815628&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">troop train wreck</a> in the United States had occurred.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">From the small <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1563821508&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1563821508&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Midwest town</a> of Waynesburg, Ohio, Ray William Parker joined the army to fight in World War II. After graduating boot camp, Parker was given a rare opportunity to return home for a few days. Saying good-bye to his young family, his wife suggested a photo in his uniform. On their porch, he held his young daughter and son while his pregnant wife snapped the picture. It would be their last photo of him. He kissed his wife, his son, and the pretty little brunette girl who would later be my mother.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/1*o5JjH0uFdRE-qaJM2-PWbg.jpeg" data-image-id="1*o5JjH0uFdRE-qaJM2-PWbg.jpeg" data-width="268" data-height="188" /></figure> <p class="graf graf--p">Reporting to Indianapolis, Parker and hundreds of new recruits, boarded the Louisville &amp; Nashville Railroad that would transport the troops south. My grandfather was in one of the front cars as the train chugged out of the station. Mere hours later, in Campbell County, Tennessee, the engine, tender, and four passenger cars careened over the side of the Jellico Narrows deep ravine and plummeted into the rushing river, crashing into a massive boulder. Twelve died instantly. Many more died in the following days.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">One report said, “Hundreds of Campbell County residents flocked to the scene to help. They made the first rescues using block and tackle slings to hoist the wounded up the side of the gorge to the road. It often took up to ten men to hoist a body up to the road. Some brought welding torches to free the trapped soldiers.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">A trucker who was passing through stopped to take a load of injured soldiers to the hospital. He came back and took several more loads. Volunteers continued to comb the river for dead and wounded.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Later in the night, doctors from nearby towns Corbin, Lafollette, Middlesboro, and Williamsburg joined Jellico’s only doctor to treat the wounded. They went from car to car giving morphine injections to the trapped men. One soldier received plasma transfusions. Many soldiers, their faces bleeding and dirty, waited for their more seriously injured comrades to be taken away before they received care themselves.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The ambulances joined the rescue effort two hours after the train derailed. They waited at the road for the injured and took them to hospitals in five nearby towns.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Early the next morning, an Army major arrived to take over leading the rescue effort. But the county’s work was just beginning. Most of the injured had been rescued by midnight, but there were still dead to be recovered and wounded to look after.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">That morning, more organized efforts were put in place. Boy Scouts went door to door collecting shoes, clothes, and sheets for the soldiers. Red Cross units served food on the Jellico hospital’s lawn. A local restaurant closed in order to assist in preparing food. Assembly lines were set up to make sandwiches, and local volunteers transported the food to the rescue site. Local groceries were emptied of bread.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Some help was not as organized. Many residents took in soldiers for the night, giving them food, a place to bathe, and a place to sleep.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The volunteers who had worked all night carrying men out of the gorge eventually built a makeshift dam to lower the water level to retrieve bodies. They continued to work through the next three days.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In all, 34 men died in the wreck and 75 were injured. Some survivors went on to fight in North Africa.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In critical condition, my grandfather was taken to the <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Atomic-City-Untold-Helped/dp/1451617534/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HLD9CCHUD849&amp;keywords=girls+of+the+atomic+city&amp;qid=1563815670&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Girls+of+the+%2Cstripbooks%2C155&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Atomic-City-Untold-Helped/dp/1451617534/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HLD9CCHUD849&amp;keywords=girls+of+the+atomic+city&amp;qid=1563815670&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Girls+of+the+%2Cstripbooks%2C155&amp;sr=1-1">Secret City in Oak Ridge, Tennessee</a> where he lingered for four days, long enough for his wife to travel to his bedside and hold him when he died.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The people of the tiny town of Jellico are the keepers of the flame. The welcome mat is out for those who come to remember, to grieve, and to try to understand. At the place in Clear River where the locomotive came to rest is a plaque. In the town square is a memorial with the names of the soldiers who perished in the crash. Adjacent to the hardware store is a home-made museum filled with accounts, news, photos, and memorabilia about the train, the wreck, and the important people whose lives were changed on that fateful day.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">My first visit to Jellico was like a pilgrimage. As I studied the photos and newspaper stories, the elderly gentleman who runs the hardware store approached. “Do you know someone who was on the train?”</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote">“My grandfather.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">He nodded, understanding.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">I indicated the wall of photos and newspaper stories. “How often do people come to your museum?”</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote">“Every week.” He hitched the strap on his overalls. “People come who were on the train. Their families come. They have questions.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Within minutes, the town’s librarian joined us as well as a photographer from the newspaper who took my photo. The librarian provided a packet of information, and a history DVD. He introduced me to his mother, now a great-grandmother, whose husband had been the teen who roused the town to rescue the injured and house the survivors. The bell from the 418 engine is preserved on the their property.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*v0eLt_TpWLbxUscp.jpg" data-image-id="0*v0eLt_TpWLbxUscp.jpg" data-width="500" data-height="298" /></figure> <p class="graf graf--p">The lives of the people of Jellico are forever altered because of the horrific event and their empathetic and immediate response. Their hearts are forever knit with the soldiers, and the families of the soldiers, who were aboard the train. Some of their stories are hard. The man who drove the school bus, ferrying wounded soldiers to the hospital, cannot forget the terrible screams of the injured. Some of their stories are heroic. A welder who had future plans that required keen eyesight, knew the effects that extended time torching men from the wreckage would have on his vision. Without hesitation, he set side his future and dedicated his skills to help. Some stories are winsome. To the family who housed and fed him until the military made arrangements for his continued journey to the war, one soldier wrote every year. Another soldier returned after the war to marry the nurse he met in the Jellico hospital.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Born April 27, 1921, my grandfather, Ray William “Billy” Parker was 23 years old when he died. He is buried in Sandy Valley Cemetery in Ohio. His early death on July 11, 1944, abruptly changed the dynamic of our family and left a tragic void from which we never recovered. The community where he grew up remembers him as a compassionate and caring man who lived and loved well.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*7H4EJDQJ3iAkC01G.jpg" data-image-id="0*7H4EJDQJ3iAkC01G.jpg" data-width="500" data-height="469" /></figure> <h4 class="graf graf--h4">For You</h4> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a>. Dany Patrix was five years old when American soldiers liberated her French village on D-Day.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">Chasing Sunrise</a>. When deadly internationals and the black market blow onto his tropical island home at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are Michael’s skills enough to protect those he cares about? <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Chasing Sunrise</em></a> is nominated for a Christy Award.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1563821135&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1563821135&amp;sr=1-1">The Patent</a>. When the world teeters on the verge of World War III, the nation that develops a patent attorney’s invention will be invincible in the race for global dominance.</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/23/transformed-by-tragedy/">Transformed By Tragedy</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Third Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/third-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:f61f7210-d2a7-e722-ee90-37865edb2b88 Tue, 23 Jul 2019 07:11:55 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday marked three weeks since the accident. Life moves on slowly. Days go by one by one, each brings its own pleasures and diversions. Flowers on the table make me happy.</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/-mNi5JeyPTJc/XTOHBGj6IiI/AAAAAAAAVvg/MYjzS6GxUfMysuHof52Fy_bpHYAPYgyUACEwYBhgL/s1600/67597974_10100803852716126_5940163525279219712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNi5JeyPTJc/XTOHBGj6IiI/AAAAAAAAVvg/MYjzS6GxUfMysuHof52Fy_bpHYAPYgyUACEwYBhgL/s320/67597974_10100803852716126_5940163525279219712_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We learn coping tricks and grow more accustomed to the helping routines that get me through this season of being "lame in both arms." (As opposed to Mephibosheth who was lame in both feet,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Samuel+9%3A3&amp;version=NIV">2 Samuel 9:3</a>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Meal Train ended Friday as well, but we are well supplied with frozen extras for the future. Each contribution this week was special in its own way. We enjoy when the givers can also partake the meal with us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, rather than delivering a meal to our house, our friends Dane and Laurie invited us to their home after the service (they live next door to the church). To our surprise, they had asked several other to join in "Rita's meal." We had a great time of fellwoship, wonderful&nbsp;food, and a fun game--<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Melissa-Doug-Suspend-Family-Game/dp/B007EA4UBY/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?keywords=game+suspend&amp;qid=1563874076&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1-spons&amp;psc=1&amp;spLa=ZW5jcnlwdGVkUXVhbGlmaWVyPUEzUllUSFc4M05RN0ZXJmVuY3J5cHRlZElkPUEwOTEyNzc3MkFJWDU4MFcyV05VQiZlbmNyeXB0ZWRBZElkPUEwNDAzNjA0MUdUTlRZMzE4M0o1RiZ3aWRnZXROYW1lPXNwX2F0ZiZhY3Rpb249Y2xpY2tSZWRpcmVjdCZkb05vdExvZ0NsaWNrPXRydWU=">Suspend</a>.</div><br /><table align="center" 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/-egVw8eCzxys/XTOHGB1oGLI/AAAAAAAAVvY/wvSiVl3JAE8rIEzL-TnZERorYIOs9GuRQCLcBGAs/s1600/Rita%2527s%2Bmeal%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="942" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egVw8eCzxys/XTOHGB1oGLI/AAAAAAAAVvY/wvSiVl3JAE8rIEzL-TnZERorYIOs9GuRQCLcBGAs/s640/Rita%2527s%2Bmeal%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice the Suspend challenge in the center</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Monday, Leah took me to our local nail salon, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PolishedNailsUpland/">Polished</a>, andI chose a bold color for once.<br />And after we enjoyed our favorite foods at The Bridge Cafe across the street.<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-u46AIbHbHMc/XTOKG7eGTcI/AAAAAAAAVv0/kDHYHFSqIpIbVYYUAxiH9zGWVl9ip5m7ACLcBGAs/s1600/Mother%2Bdaughter%2Bdate%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1304" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u46AIbHbHMc/XTOKG7eGTcI/AAAAAAAAVv0/kDHYHFSqIpIbVYYUAxiH9zGWVl9ip5m7ACLcBGAs/s400/Mother%2Bdaughter%2Bdate%2BCollage.jpg" width="325" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BLT sandwich (Leah), South African salad (Rita)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I continue to enjoy long walks, listening to books, observing nature, and exploring new spaces on the Taylor campus.</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/-A-ov7Yyv0yU/XTOKUMfVgRI/AAAAAAAAVwE/8GO6L7vHbfA1vEtax_r87BJBVKc7jE5TQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67292861_10100803853025506_4744819769696321536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="960" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ov7Yyv0yU/XTOKUMfVgRI/AAAAAAAAVwE/8GO6L7vHbfA1vEtax_r87BJBVKc7jE5TQCEwYBhgL/s400/67292861_10100803853025506_4744819769696321536_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;">Tuesday, I hired three sisters who do landscaping to help restore order and beauty to our overwhelmingly overgrown surroundings. They worked wonders in four hours of steady hard effort even through a torrential cloudburst! "We loved it. I always wanted to play in the rain,"&nbsp; one said.</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/-lZ35Q6KiLTQ/XTOKGXaNuKI/AAAAAAAAVwA/d47SHFI_BvE0ZYLk-CC5G5gibQAhRfSPwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Blakely%2Bcrew%2Blandscaping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ35Q6KiLTQ/XTOKGXaNuKI/AAAAAAAAVwA/d47SHFI_BvE0ZYLk-CC5G5gibQAhRfSPwCEwYBhgL/s640/Blakely%2Bcrew%2Blandscaping%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening I attempted Sarah Cray's live tutorial, the weekly Paint Along, and was pleasantly surprised to be able to join in even with hand limitations.</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/-UNtVSaTDLh8/XTZcdyVpVjI/AAAAAAAAVws/39rLba95_EUZncVVpMPb_MQuWrFFeQ-lgCEwYBhgL/s1600/66824207_10100802349628326_5671906164393115648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNtVSaTDLh8/XTZcdyVpVjI/AAAAAAAAVws/39rLba95_EUZncVVpMPb_MQuWrFFeQ-lgCEwYBhgL/s320/66824207_10100802349628326_5671906164393115648_n.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Evenings we relax (and often fall asleep!) watching movies. This week a series of food-related ones:&nbsp;<i>East Side Suchi, Tortilla Soup, Love's Kitchen</i>;<i>&nbsp;</i>and a couple others,&nbsp;<i>A Castle in the Sky,&nbsp;</i>and&nbsp;<i>I Dreamed of Africa.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has been working steadily, bit by bit, on a major hardwood&nbsp;floor repair project, to replace a whole section damaged by our previous leaky refrigerator. He had to work some "magic" to fit the new-sized boards in old grooves. Friday he was able to say, "It is finished!"It is beautiful!</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/-blt8FMZviW0/XTbecHxDYTI/AAAAAAAAVw0/rytf5wLdmw83ZSPLwxyhMp9QhFNYWf9-QCLcBGAs/s1600/67309724_10100803855505536_4315965932276023296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blt8FMZviW0/XTbecHxDYTI/AAAAAAAAVw0/rytf5wLdmw83ZSPLwxyhMp9QhFNYWf9-QCLcBGAs/s400/67309724_10100803855505536_4315965932276023296_n.jpg" width="222" /></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 went to the our local Farmer's Market, always a fun commjnity event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On this occasion, Matt and Kayla were there selling honey, always such a joy to interact with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" 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/-2D6O9ajBcfY/XTOKGwFS7ZI/AAAAAAAAVwI/RqODyaYFfSsab51V-pSTHWj7xV0jOSSSwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Upland%2Bfarmer%2527s%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2D6O9ajBcfY/XTOKGwFS7ZI/AAAAAAAAVwI/RqODyaYFfSsab51V-pSTHWj7xV0jOSSSwCEwYBhgL/s640/Upland%2Bfarmer%2527s%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A couple of Upland Farmer's Market vendors: Upland Honey, from Kern's bees; wreaths by friend Debbie Manganello</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Skey and Destiny posted the big family news this week along with a first photo of our next great grandbaby due in 2020.</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/-T-Iyn8bhyuo/XTZcd08pY9I/AAAAAAAAVwo/KByy1bapeD4Lwdc9ElvvDYBNxl7VeHyjwCEwYBhgL/s1600/67176904_10156554614232934_9096947359509643264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-Iyn8bhyuo/XTZcd08pY9I/AAAAAAAAVwo/KByy1bapeD4Lwdc9ElvvDYBNxl7VeHyjwCEwYBhgL/s320/67176904_10156554614232934_9096947359509643264_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekend marked the end of the Logos Hope visit to Buenos Aires and also the closing of the Alumni retreat onboard.<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp;After the event, our Argentine Doulos shipmates, gave the leaders&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">a replica of the Doulos</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">&nbsp;as a token to represent the wonderful memories of our time involved in the ship ministry and the ongoing impact of the experience.</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14px;">&nbsp;View the moving response&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/sergio.mantovani.7/videos/10219887415438643/UzpfSTE2MTUwMzI3OToxMDEwMDgwNDk3MjYxNjgzNg/">here</a>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkmkg3jkpYM/XTZcdzkkxOI/AAAAAAAAVws/q_euN1lyu6QgyXPWt5wZH2qvyRVvHvH7ACEwYBhgL/s1600/67167345_10219887381397792_5487439247470231552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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/-Vkmkg3jkpYM/XTZcdzkkxOI/AAAAAAAAVws/q_euN1lyu6QgyXPWt5wZH2qvyRVvHvH7ACEwYBhgL/s640/67167345_10219887381397792_5487439247470231552_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;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So it is that life moves on and we find purpose in every day, every moment. <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"</i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><i>For in him we live and move and have our being</i>&nbsp;<i>."&nbsp; </i>(</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 16px;">Acts 17:28)</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/EwR9QlWUjQM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Summer Daze https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/summer-daze.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:501a499b-9c70-84cf-a7fe-295aa6f61096 Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:45:18 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Summer moves on more slowly now as I wait for my bones to become knit together firmly, however each day brings new and interesting distractions.<br />Personal hygiene remains complicated, hair styling impossible, but I focus on what I can do, like walking. Most days I keep going beyond the mailbox at the top of the lane . . .<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJC4O9cXky0/XSzhkT72BMI/AAAAAAAAVt4/PCdae0MKEakJZ25879EyuXVf-6tWxziGACLcBGAs/s1600/66662946_10100801570829046_7344725364167409664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="804" height="210" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJC4O9cXky0/XSzhkT72BMI/AAAAAAAAVt4/PCdae0MKEakJZ25879EyuXVf-6tWxziGACLcBGAs/s320/66662946_10100801570829046_7344725364167409664_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;">. . . and just keep going toward the Taylor University campus and explore a different path each time exceeding my daily step goals.&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/-i053xRCyi40/XSzKqgrNbcI/AAAAAAAAVtw/O-TcXpz_XPcIrXkwMFs-OpPORFGuOlBFgCEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Bwalks%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i053xRCyi40/XSzKqgrNbcI/AAAAAAAAVtw/O-TcXpz_XPcIrXkwMFs-OpPORFGuOlBFgCEwYBhgL/s400/TU%2Bwalks%2BCollage.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is a good caregiver, and with some added help and a few meals still coming, we keep the household running.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mondays, however, we always look forwaed to son Stephan's meal and hearing what they've been up to. This time we got to see the repaired and restored old shepherd before it was returned to MAC,&nbsp; their church. Now it is displayed indoors away from the destructive effects of weather.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf9Ek0XM-CQ/XS2mbKinffI/AAAAAAAAVu4/-bl0w8TsZLYucT7UyHU9tHwjeYWAFJ1agCLcBGAs/s1600/old%2Bshepherd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="551" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf9Ek0XM-CQ/XS2mbKinffI/AAAAAAAAVu4/-bl0w8TsZLYucT7UyHU9tHwjeYWAFJ1agCLcBGAs/s400/old%2Bshepherd.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More art sightings:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a pour painting party for Leah's adopted birthday, my friend Georgia's idea..</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/-8FOo0m9-gN0/XSzwT5ZjtGI/AAAAAAAAVuY/5e1BhZRv4skGr-oS_Ta_yILF7ltobQs0QCLcBGAs/s1600/Pour%2Bpaint%2Bprocess%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FOo0m9-gN0/XSzwT5ZjtGI/AAAAAAAAVuY/5e1BhZRv4skGr-oS_Ta_yILF7ltobQs0QCLcBGAs/s400/Pour%2Bpaint%2Bprocess%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></div>Here are the resulting works of art. Rebecca and I just played wit watercolor.<br />my only contribution was a tree outline; she added the green.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5pVwa0J5Qw/XSzInlr-iOI/AAAAAAAAVtg/V_agq67DpNYvDeo-3yqNuuBCC2yOcVGdgCEwYBhgL/s1600/POUR%2BPAINT%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1600" height="212" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5pVwa0J5Qw/XSzInlr-iOI/AAAAAAAAVtg/V_agq67DpNYvDeo-3yqNuuBCC2yOcVGdgCEwYBhgL/s640/POUR%2BPAINT%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening, however, I watched Sarah Cray's live tutorial on <a href="https://www.letsmakeart.com/">Let's Make Art</a>&nbsp;and attempted a small card with my limited dexterity.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts4JgPDPf4/XSzwfLxA09I/AAAAAAAAVuc/LMOY8MCqQ9odhahwQtM2txTzdq7K346zQCLcBGAs/s1600/66511899_10100801570040626_5084769167068889088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="712" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts4JgPDPf4/XSzwfLxA09I/AAAAAAAAVuc/LMOY8MCqQ9odhahwQtM2txTzdq7K346zQCLcBGAs/s320/66511899_10100801570040626_5084769167068889088_n.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next morning was my follow-up appointment at the Central Indiana Orthopedics. The double splint was replaced by a hard cast. Ouch, the edges are hard, causin different limitations! Notice the Argentine colors, <i>albiceleste</i>, in honor of their 203rd birthday, <i>el 9 de julio.</i></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/-jW_Oz40GLkE/XSzImnkYvJI/AAAAAAAAVtY/bzsyWBuOCakkti0fpLe4ENePNi3xGRK5QCEwYBhgL/s1600/66752388_10100801570075556_6346692036795564032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="960" height="168" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_Oz40GLkE/XSzImnkYvJI/AAAAAAAAVtY/bzsyWBuOCakkti0fpLe4ENePNi3xGRK5QCEwYBhgL/s320/66752388_10100801570075556_6346692036795564032_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;">Needless to say I could not join Mother for the Grace Village outing to the Kosciusko County fair. They posted a few photos, and there she is playing Bingo.</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/-iMPPcAolezQ/XSzujV-vAXI/AAAAAAAAVuM/md7C_QvZ6SwGw5AD05gyhcvL1rO2gn0QgCEwYBhgL/s1600/66463652_10158585257724112_4331260972242042880_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/-iMPPcAolezQ/XSzujV-vAXI/AAAAAAAAVuM/md7C_QvZ6SwGw5AD05gyhcvL1rO2gn0QgCEwYBhgL/s400/66463652_10158585257724112_4331260972242042880_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've also been following the many reports of the visit of our sister ship Logos Hope to Buenos Aires. The highlight this week was the 40th alumni reunion with numerous photos and stories of those who gathered 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/-plANsDPH2f8/XSzujauxc8I/AAAAAAAAVuQ/8fK_yp-vSykWjsncpw6aikrK2bfd_9fSQCEwYBhgL/s1600/BA%2BLH%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plANsDPH2f8/XSzujauxc8I/AAAAAAAAVuQ/8fK_yp-vSykWjsncpw6aikrK2bfd_9fSQCEwYBhgL/s400/BA%2BLH%2BCollage.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Doulos friends, how many do you recognize in this last photo?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday and Friday Michael left very early each morning, but made sure I was dressed, fed and ready to fend for myself.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was the weekend of the <a href="http://indianaroboticsinvitational.org/history/">Indiana Robotics Invitational</a>. In its 20th or so year, this has become an elite event--only 68 of the best teams, 50 applicants were turned away. And we were invited, thanks to our high ranking in Indiana. Amazing!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thoroughly entertained watching the livestream at home, and our little team felt God's blessing in their performance and two neat surprises: Kaylee won an IRI scholarship, and alliance #1 selected 1720 as alternates and then won the championship!</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/--D_GB28hM68/XSzInSgSirI/AAAAAAAAVtg/T8FlXl22F2wO5sv6ERynXsGVZyVYqz-mQCEwYBhgL/s1600/IRI%2B2019%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1600" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_GB28hM68/XSzInSgSirI/AAAAAAAAVtg/T8FlXl22F2wO5sv6ERynXsGVZyVYqz-mQCEwYBhgL/s640/IRI%2B2019%2BCollage.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 was even able to join the UCC hiking group Saturday morning and be back just in time to watch the first match.&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/-3TR3bAXOyqs/XSzzY1mVZRI/AAAAAAAAVus/TH1Tb4_0v147jiAI_F2Fo_0941XJ0dK0wCLcBGAs/s1600/600_483085089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="556" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TR3bAXOyqs/XSzzY1mVZRI/AAAAAAAAVus/TH1Tb4_0v147jiAI_F2Fo_0941XJ0dK0wCLcBGAs/s640/600_483085089.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Of course someone gave me a ride. Hmmm, wonder when I'll be able to drive again. Next appointment is July 30.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How is your summer going?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/eCI7JFqDaDw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In Love with God’s Word — and Its Many Versions https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/07/14/in-love-with-gods-word-and-its-many-versions/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e9f9c99b-44f5-6bc6-2d7e-84d4b7006f0c Sun, 14 Jul 2019 19:10:15 -0400 When the complete Life Application Study Bible in The Living Bible paraphrase came out around 1988 (as I discussed last week in this post), I worked on other Bible versions of the LASB by revising every ancillary feature to match that version. We began in The Living Bible, then did the King James Version, the [&#8230;] Christmas in July! Win 25 Books http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/10/christmas-in-july-win-25-books/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c85002bb-2a08-ff56-a913-20e5bf221a85 Wed, 10 Jul 2019 12:24:07 -0400 <p>Celebrate Christmas in July. Win 25 books this week. I’ve teamed up with 25+ fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of Inspirational Fiction and Non-Fiction books to two lucky winners, PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner! You&#8217;ll receive a collection of FREE reads just for entering. You can win my [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/10/christmas-in-july-win-25-books/">Christmas in July! Win 25 Books</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <div>Celebrate Christmas in July. Win 25 books this week.</div> <div></div> <div>I’ve teamed up with 25+ fantastic authors to <a href="https://booksweeps.com/book-giveaway/inspirational-fiction-nonfiction-july-2019/">give away</a> a huge collection of Inspirational Fiction and Non-Fiction books to two lucky winners, PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner!</div> <div></div> <div>You&#8217;ll receive a collection of FREE reads just for <a href="https://booksweeps.com/book-giveaway/inspirational-fiction-nonfiction-july-2019/">entering.</a></div> <div></div> <div>You can win my novel, Homeless for the Holidays, plus books from authors like Misty Beller, Susan May</div> <div>Warren. 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And with both arms injured, I am less likely to overuse them allowing the bones to rest and heal.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMuZiiDToyY/XSPk9oyqz6I/AAAAAAAAVr4/0pTwNPUMEjEPGYFzlrDr5KT7b0gzd2i_QCEwYBhgL/s1600/66587750_10100797502976056_7609248306824216576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="579" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMuZiiDToyY/XSPk9oyqz6I/AAAAAAAAVr4/0pTwNPUMEjEPGYFzlrDr5KT7b0gzd2i_QCEwYBhgL/s320/66587750_10100797502976056_7609248306824216576_n.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><br />--for friends who care and help<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_o5yIkVjoc/XSPk6-43_yI/AAAAAAAAVr8/eVqrTmmo1bQG60gPXe4Xp1r8NAYISHQEACEwYBhgL/s1600/66129111_10100797503005996_906442973690986496_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="797" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_o5yIkVjoc/XSPk6-43_yI/AAAAAAAAVr8/eVqrTmmo1bQG60gPXe4Xp1r8NAYISHQEACEwYBhgL/s320/66129111_10100797503005996_906442973690986496_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for restful naps out on the deck enjoying the beauty of summer.</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/-TET_SU1Kxkk/XSPu9BJce-I/AAAAAAAAVsU/tyi7OTP2M4otQWMCLK8SIm-ZZSykcQeUwCLcBGAs/s1600/65956536_10100797503070866_2621180229640519680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="865" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TET_SU1Kxkk/XSPu9BJce-I/AAAAAAAAVsU/tyi7OTP2M4otQWMCLK8SIm-ZZSykcQeUwCLcBGAs/s640/65956536_10100797503070866_2621180229640519680_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for long walks around the Taylor University campus, and good books to listen to on 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/-SpPDN2-UsiE/XSPk994ZTQI/AAAAAAAAVsA/IBCRRtGQ4g42MHQuEOIKZf6VFrbFLR-0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/66634242_10100797502936136_1940589481304260608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpPDN2-UsiE/XSPk994ZTQI/AAAAAAAAVsA/IBCRRtGQ4g42MHQuEOIKZf6VFrbFLR-0wCEwYBhgL/s640/66634242_10100797502936136_1940589481304260608_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;">--for very practical help with household chores. April and her daughters gave us a couple hours of their day to do whatever we needed and spoiled us with a treat from Ivanhoe's and flowers to brighten our home.</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/-1bzJbVybmQk/XSPk8JCa5II/AAAAAAAAVrw/X98n-BaEVwsH5tIm5cdkW1WkhKlwmQfnACEwYBhgL/s1600/66409307_10100797502911186_2558692930839642112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bzJbVybmQk/XSPk8JCa5II/AAAAAAAAVrw/X98n-BaEVwsH5tIm5cdkW1WkhKlwmQfnACEwYBhgL/s640/66409307_10100797502911186_2558692930839642112_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;">--for meals delivered and many more to come. Kristie set up a Meal Train schedule that soon filled up, others begging for the opportunity to bless us with food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Kristie also noticed the need for weeding and stopped by after work. She enjoys getting her hands&nbsp; in the dirt and the instant gratification of a tidy garden. She just doesn't know when to quit!</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/-5z9B4zbDEjc/XSPk68r8qQI/AAAAAAAAVrw/3NJ0AA-9q74rAly417tbQf-ClFgEswDVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/66027818_10100797502886236_7153606281637396480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="960" height="376" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z9B4zbDEjc/XSPk68r8qQI/AAAAAAAAVrw/3NJ0AA-9q74rAly417tbQf-ClFgEswDVQCEwYBhgL/s640/66027818_10100797502886236_7153606281637396480_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>--for my faithful caregiver and loving husband who keeps his promise of nearly 50 years ago, "in sickness and in health, for better or for worse."<br />I am especially grateful that he is in good health and able to get away for the long bike rides he enjoys so much.<br />On the 4th, he stopped to check the corn growth. Even after a very wet and difficult planting season for the farmers, the corn seems to be on schedule.<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-s8j9-QytUik/XSPk-qRmx_I/AAAAAAAAVsA/1v6wtICUEqwaS1-PefzCJfgUS6l-JA04wCEwYBhgL/s1600/corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="533" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8j9-QytUik/XSPk-qRmx_I/AAAAAAAAVsA/1v6wtICUEqwaS1-PefzCJfgUS6l-JA04wCEwYBhgL/s400/corn.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Knee high by the 4th of July"</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I have been following the news from the visit of our sister-ship, the Logos Hope, to Buenos Aires. Earlier this year I had toyed with the idea of combining a visit to the ship with a reunion of old friends in the land of my youth.<br />Though the winter in Argentina has been unusually cold, the welcome the ship received there has been a very warm one. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabriela_Michetti">Vice President</a> had offered very kind words during the official opening. This article tells more:&nbsp;<a href="http://www.omships.org/?fbclid=IwAR2Gxw2JYWcs4aBEYIafGvlyw0UN05Ekyg_w8lB12MYDQWy_PJp7SP9bYa4">Vice President's Endorsement</a>.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uby4vFRNiQU/XSPrraiQNzI/AAAAAAAAVsM/wR1f4GqW67c4j0ZvfN0NLZcoK9nqx7zvACEwYBhgL/s1600/Logos%2BHope%2BBA%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uby4vFRNiQU/XSPrraiQNzI/AAAAAAAAVsM/wR1f4GqW67c4j0ZvfN0NLZcoK9nqx7zvACEwYBhgL/s640/Logos%2BHope%2BBA%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />--for technology which allows me to stay connected and involved even from home. It was wonderful to participate in the Sunday worship service via Livestream.<br /><br />Although I haven't attempted to paint since the accident, I did add words to the most recent piece as a way to say a big thank you to all.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dya1evI-5w/XSPwuBkLsDI/AAAAAAAAVsg/BQWb6c45n9MHZH_RwDXy_-HUz5-2MwQ2QCLcBGAs/s1600/Mooo-chas%2Bgracias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="921" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dya1evI-5w/XSPwuBkLsDI/AAAAAAAAVsg/BQWb6c45n9MHZH_RwDXy_-HUz5-2MwQ2QCLcBGAs/s320/Mooo-chas%2Bgracias.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oN2N8j-0dFc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In Love with God’s Word: The Life Application Study Bible https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/07/07/in-love-with-gods-word-the-life-application-study-bible/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:204853c4-40ba-cf65-0908-005dda8e9776 Sun, 07 Jul 2019 13:26:02 -0400 I have been privileged to be involved in some amazing publishing projects over the course of my thirty-plus years in the industry. But for sure one of my favorites and most life-impacting was in the early 1980s: a partnership between Tyndale House Publishers and Youth for Christ (where I worked) to create a brand-new kind [&#8230;] To Those Who Bring and Protect Liberty, Thank You! http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/04/to-those-who-bring-and-protect-liberty-thank-you/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:145ccd01-a885-a08b-93b6-46630ee6ab9c Thu, 04 Jul 2019 09:04:13 -0400 <p>Every July 4 is a big deal in the United States. Independence Day reminds us that we are a nation that enjoys rich freedoms and liberty that are hard won. Brave men and women risked, and often gave, their lives so others would have a better life. Americans have fought on American soil as well [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/04/to-those-who-bring-and-protect-liberty-thank-you/">To Those Who Bring and Protect Liberty, Thank You!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <section class="section section--body section--first"> <div class="section-content"> <div class="section-inner sectionLayout--insetColumn"> <p id="e8e8" class="graf graf--p graf-after--figure"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Every July 4 is a big deal in the United States. Independence Day reminds us that we are a nation that enjoys rich freedoms and liberty that are hard won. Brave men and women risked, and often gave, their lives so others would have a better life. Americans have fought on American soil as well as around the world. We are a rare nation that conquers but does not occupy. </strong></p> <p class="graf graf--p graf-after--figure"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Daniele Patrix was five years old when American soldiers brought liberty to her French town of Saint Marie du Mont. </strong><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">Here is their story:</a></p> <p id="78de" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p">On the day I was born, France was free.<br /> My mother named me Danielle<br /> and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made.</p> <p>My father held me up in the open window,<br /> so I first heard the sounds of the neighbors<br /> in our village of Sainte Marie du Mont.<br /> I smelled the salt air of the nearby sea.</p> <p>Soon, German soldiers arrived in my country.<br /> Our cobble streets were filled<br /> with the sharp clack-clack of their jack nail boots.<br /> They guarded the beach<br /> and used the church steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>We didn’t have enough food.<br /> My mother, Cecile, didn’t have fabric<br /> to sew clothes for our family.<br /> My family and neighbors<br /> were no longer free to move about.</p> <p>My father, Paul, went far away to England<br /> to fight for France’s freedom.<br /> While he was away, my mother traveled to the<br /> nearby towns where she sold items to buy food for us.<br /> A kind German soldier named Grandpa Paul,<br /> cared for my older brother and me<br /> while Mother was away.<br /> Grandpa Paul knew the French people<br /> had little food and no sugar.<br /> For a treat, he gave me a small glass<br /> with water and sugar.</p> <p>My Papa returned home.<br /> For four years, as I grew up,<br /> my family waited to be free again.<br /> The people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> longed for liberty.</p> <p>In the pre-dawn hours of June 6, 1944,<br /> I woke to the noise of bee-like buzzing.<br /> The boom of planes rolled in from the English Channel,<br /> shaking the church steeple<br /> and rattling Monsieur Blaziot’s Butcher Shop window.<br /> The fumes of airplane engines stung my nose.<br /> I saw the sky filled with green and red<br /> and white parachutes.</p> <p>Mother’s eyes were bright with excitement<br /> as she hurried me into my worn clothes.<br /> Gathered at the window,<br /> my family watched gliders<br /> sweep across the night<br /> and gunfire spit from the church steeple.</p> <p>“Is it possible?” Mother looked hopefully at Papa.<br /> I held Mama’s hand. “What is happening?”<br /> <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">“Les américains, les Anglais.</em>” My father<br /> squeezed my shoulder. “<em class="markup--em markup--p-em">C’est le grand jour.”</em><br /> “The Americans, the English,” Mama repeated.<br /> “They have come,” said my brother, Francis,<br /> “to deliver the big blow.”</p> <p>Papa stepped outside.<br /> One by one, our neighbors came outdoors<br /> until I thought all of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> had spilled from their homes into the night.<br /> I clutched Mama’s hand. “Is it dangerous to go out?”<br /> Mama shook her head. “This is our right.<br /> We remind them not to damage our town.”</p> <p>Too soon I felt sleepy. Tucked back into bed,<br /> my mother’s quilt drawn up to my chin,<br /> I heard Mother go out to stand next to Papa.<br /> I fell asleep to the tat-tat-tatting of guns<br /> and the buzz of airplanes.</p> <p>In the morning, I woke to the sound of … Quiet.<br /> No guns.<br /> No airplanes.<br /> No sharp clack-clack of boots.</p> <p>As the sun rose, my parents, my brother, and I<br /> peered out the window.<br /> A man came from the beach<br /> and calmly crossed the village square.</p> <p>“They landed!” Papa lifted me so I could better see.<br /> I squeezed his neck. “Who?”<br /> “The Americans.” My father went to greet<br /> the newcomer who nodded his thanks.</p> <p>The big American soldier went to the church.<br /> He returned with the four German soldiers<br /> who used the steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>“Last night,” Mama said, “we went to sleep<br /> subjects of Germany and woke Americans.”<br /> “We are free.” Papa and Mama danced a circle<br /> with my brother and me.</p> <p>American soldiers came from the beach.<br /> Looking weary, the men went to the fountain<br /> in our village square<br /> and eagerly drank the cool, clear water.</p> <p>More soldiers arrived on foot from Utah Beach.<br /> They passed right by my house<br /> that stood where the village and the beach met.<br /> With my parents and brother,<br /> I stood along the street to greet<br /> the American soldiers who fought bravely.</p> <p>I had never seen Americans.<br /> Perhaps the Americans<br /> had never seen French people.</p> <p>The American soldiers smiled.<br /> I waved back.<br /> Passing by, the men reached into the packs<br /> they carried and gave me<br /> gum, chocolate, and candies.</p> <p>The day my village was liberated<br /> was the first time I tasted chocolate and candy.<br /> Small and round with a hole in the center,<br /> my favorite came in orange, lemon, and cherry.<br /> They were Lifesavers and they were all delicious.</p> <p>With my apron filled, I ran indoors,<br /> dumped the treats onto the quilt on my bed,<br /> and dashed back outside<br /> to see the first tank rumble past our home<br /> and through Sainte Marie du Mont.</p> <p>In the following days,<br /> some American soldiers continued past our village.<br /> Others built a temporary port on Utah Beach<br /> to provide supplies for the soldiers<br /> fighting to liberate other towns.</p> <p>The grateful French people<br /> of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> invited the American soldiers<br /> into our homes for meals.<br /> We made them part of our families.</p> <p>Three soldiers who often visited our family<br /> were “Tall Larry,” “Big Smitty,” and<br /> Harry Kropnicki. Harry’s wife, Eleanor,<br /> was an American journalist who wrote<br /> about the new girl in her husband’s life.<br /> Harry’s new girl was five-year-old me.</p> <p>The Americans shared canned pineapples.<br /> They gave their torn parachutes to my mother.<br /> Red parachutes had delivered weapons,<br /> and white parachutes delivered the men.</p> <p>Mother used the yards and yards of silk<br /> to sew shirts and aprons.<br /> From red and white parachutes,<br /> she fashioned a dress for me<br /> that looked like an American Flag.</p> <p>In November of 1944, the port closed.<br /> Our American friends left gifts<br /> – an Army jacket and the flag of freedom<br /> that flew over Utah Beach.</p> <p>Eventually the Americans returned to their own<br /> homes and families in the United States.<br /> But my family and I always remembered them<br /> and the liberty they won for us.</p> <p>In the spring of 1945,<br /> the people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> celebrated our freedom<br /> with a D-Day ceremony on Utah Beach.<br /> I wore my American flag dress made from parachutes.<br /> In my new dress I was, “The Girl Who Wore Freedom.”</p> <h4 id="9aac" class="graf graf--h4 graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--h4-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">The Girl Who Wore Freedom,</a><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong"> including original photos, is available </strong><a class="markup--anchor markup--h4-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">HERE</a><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong">.</strong></h4> <figure id="7f5f" class="graf graf--figure graf-after--h4"> <div class="aspectRatioPlaceholder is-locked"> <div class="aspectRatioPlaceholder-fill"></div> <div class="progressiveMedia js-progressiveMedia graf-image is-canvasLoaded is-imageLoaded" data-image-id="0*QHsYUmNdb83e289z.jpg" data-width="322" data-height="436" data-scroll="native"><canvas class="progressiveMedia-canvas js-progressiveMedia-canvas" width="56" height="75"></canvas><img class="progressiveMedia-image js-progressiveMedia-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*QHsYUmNdb83e289z.jpg" data-src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*QHsYUmNdb83e289z.jpg" /></div> </div><figcaption class="imageCaption">                               The Girl Who Wore Freedom</figcaption></figure> <h4 id="e7dd" class="graf graf--h4 graf-after--figure"><a class="markup--anchor markup--h4-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_10?qid=1562242499&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-10&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_10?qid=1562242499&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-10&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">The Girl Who Wore Freedom is also available in French.<br /> Order your copy HERE.</a></h4> <p id="76f1" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h4 graf--trailing">The French people experienced unspeakable loss and hardship from the war. And those stories are multiplied in other occupied countries and in war torn places today. And somehow Sainte Marie du Mont recovered, and continues to remember and celebrate the wonder of liberty, right from wrong, and the best of the human spirit.</p> </div> </div> </section> <section class="section section--body section--last"> <div class="section-divider"> <hr class="section-divider" /> </div> <div class="section-content"> <div class="section-inner sectionLayout--insetColumn"> <h4 id="292e" class="graf graf--h4 graf--leading"><strong class="markup--strong markup--h4-strong">Links for military personnel and those who love them:</strong></h4> <p id="d8e1" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h4"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://www.scoutmilitary.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://www.scoutmilitary.com/">Scout Military</a></p> <p id="869d" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://purpleheartsreunited.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://purpleheartsreunited.org/">Purple Hearts Reunited</a></p> <p id="47d2" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.yadvashem.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.yadvashem.org/">Yad Vashem: The World Holocaust Remembrance Museum</a></p> <p id="2d47" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-ii" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-ii">History: World War II</a></p> <p id="5c5a" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://www.mightyeighth.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://www.mightyeighth.org/">National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Air Force</a></p> <p id="8e85" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.nationalww2museum.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.nationalww2museum.org/">The National World War II Museum</a></p> <h3 id="70f1" class="graf graf--h3 graf-after--p">For You</h3> <p id="da03" class="graf graf--p graf-after--h3"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888637/ref=sr_1_5?qid=1562242714&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-5&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888637/ref=sr_1_5?qid=1562242714&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-5&amp;text=P.S.+Wells"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Chasing Sunrise</strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong"> by P.S. Wells</strong></p> <p id="ceb9" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://chasing%20sunrise%20explores%20betrayal%2C%20friendship%2C%20integrity%2C%20and%20the%20life-changing%20gifts%20of%20love%20and%20hope.%20%E2%80%94richard%20paul%20evans%2C%20/#1%20New%20York%20Times%20Bestselling%20Author." target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://Chasing Sunrise explores betrayal, friendship, integrity, and the life-changing gifts of love and hope. —Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author.">“Chasing Sunrise</a> explores betrayal, friendship, integrity, and the life-changing gifts of love and hope.” — Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author.</p> <p id="e3ac" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888483/ref=pd_sim_14_1/143-0084985-7472541?_encoding=UTF8&amp;pd_rd_i=1948888483&amp;pd_rd_r=de3b7cf4-9e55-11e9-8c35-aba016341c87&amp;pd_rd_w=OaU38&amp;pd_rd_wg=Bazo9&amp;pf_rd_p=90485860-83e9-4fd9-b838-b28a9b7fda30&amp;pf_rd_r=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ&amp;psc=1&amp;refRID=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888483/ref=pd_sim_14_1/143-0084985-7472541?_encoding=UTF8&amp;pd_rd_i=1948888483&amp;pd_rd_r=de3b7cf4-9e55-11e9-8c35-aba016341c87&amp;pd_rd_w=OaU38&amp;pd_rd_wg=Bazo9&amp;pf_rd_p=90485860-83e9-4fd9-b838-b28a9b7fda30&amp;pf_rd_r=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ&amp;psc=1&amp;refRID=9Q2X0ZDP0K95Y636VENZ"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">Homeless for the Holidays</strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong"> by P.S. Wells</strong></p> <p id="cb70" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p">“A classic tale for modern times, <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="http://a%20classic%20tale%20for%20modern%20times%2C%20homeless%20for%20the%20holidays%20offers%20gladdening%20and%20humorous%20assurance%20that%20the%20best%20things%20in%20life%20have%20nothing%20to%20do%20with%20things.%20add%20this%20heartwarming%20story%20to%20your%20favorite%20holiday%20traditions.%20%E2%80%94richard%20paul%20evans%2C%20/#1%20New%20York%20Times%20Bestselling%20Author" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="http://A classic tale for modern times, Homeless for the Holidays offers gladdening and humorous assurance that the best things in life have nothing to do with things. Add this heartwarming story to your favorite holiday traditions. —Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Homeless for the Holidays</em></a> offers gladdening and humorous assurance that the best things in life have nothing to do with things. Add this heartwarming story to your favorite holiday traditions.” — Richard Paul Evans, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author</p> <p id="05a0" class="graf graf--p graf-after--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong">The Patent</strong></a><strong class="markup--strong markup--p-strong"> by Joseph Grisham</strong></p> <p id="3024" class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote graf-after--p graf--trailing"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">“</em><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Patent+by+Max+Garwood&amp;qid=1562242973&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">The Patent</em></a> is sheer genius! It’s not only riveting and thought provoking, but it has more twists and turns than a habit trail. An unapologetically modern man’s thriller.” — Katie Leigh, voice actress</p> </div> </div> </section> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/04/to-those-who-bring-and-protect-liberty-thank-you/">To Those Who Bring and Protect Liberty, Thank You!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/07/04/1238/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:8908e4cc-d255-4d4c-b9e0-d5b1e49814bf Thu, 04 Jul 2019 08:03:41 -0400 Advertisements <p><img data-attachment-id="1237" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/holiday-2410561_640/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png" data-orig-size="640,349" 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="holiday-2410561_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=640" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1237" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=665" alt="holiday-2410561_640.png" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/07/holiday-2410561_640.png?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> Vacation Adventures https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/vacation-adventures.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5d63e2ad-ad43-f2d0-d07c-39d96564cc02 Wed, 03 Jul 2019 07:37:39 -0400 <table align="center" 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/-KrRYYVXZuLw/XRpTiiefTqI/AAAAAAAAVoM/vTCP2NNFPDo0k4LNqFDKK8j56B0mfIkkgCLcBGAs/s1600/65967477_10100794080933856_7039888776138588160_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrRYYVXZuLw/XRpTiiefTqI/AAAAAAAAVoM/vTCP2NNFPDo0k4LNqFDKK8j56B0mfIkkgCLcBGAs/s320/65967477_10100794080933856_7039888776138588160_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Bedroom in Arles, </i>Vincent van Gogh</td></tr></tbody></table>June is over and finished and so is the Paint by Sticker calendar page even though the last few areas were especially challenging to complete because I am significantly handicapped right now. In fact I am typing with one finger and that is a much slower process. However, there is nothing else I can do right now, so why not keep the blog going.<br /><br />So this is what I look like. However, I do not feel as bad as I look, grateful for all the medical helps available.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-340UM4MPPSc/XRsldXXhQzI/AAAAAAAAVpA/-S3ZpwmGwVMtyITao5NWD6Okz4KdoeN0QCLcBGAs/s1600/65480406_10100794080963796_1296659053388234752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="506" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-340UM4MPPSc/XRsldXXhQzI/AAAAAAAAVpA/-S3ZpwmGwVMtyITao5NWD6Okz4KdoeN0QCLcBGAs/s400/65480406_10100794080963796_1296659053388234752_n.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />So, what happened? We were on a two-day tandem tour of the Miami Valley trail between Piqua and Dayton, and only 5 to 10 miles from the finish, when we hit a muddy spot and the bike slid out from under us. I ended up with fractures in both arms--left shoulder, right wrist. When Michael tried to get me to stand up, I saw stars. I hadn't realized before then that it's a true thing! So, I lay down and waited. A local rider came by soon after our fall, calle d 911 and stayed with us the entire time until the ambulance made its way to where we were on the trail.<br />Michae has multiple open sores, serious road rash, and now he has to look after me for a few weeks!<br /><br />Now, let's talk about the wonderful vacation.<br /><br />It was prefaced by a wonderful reunion with friends from long ago that are like family.<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-o4COalcfsAc/XRptb65Uw1I/AAAAAAAAVok/uON7UtD1wdkYUSEWKav1UIo4XQA3Cn3DACLcBGAs/s1600/65731648_10100794084566576_3689887793623859200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="960" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4COalcfsAc/XRptb65Uw1I/AAAAAAAAVok/uON7UtD1wdkYUSEWKav1UIo4XQA3Cn3DACLcBGAs/s640/65731648_10100794084566576_3689887793623859200_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Babcocks, Cratons, Leah, Mike, Rebecca, Rita</td></tr></tbody></table>Brenda, to my left, was on a team with me in Mexico when we were both single, the 1969 Christmas crusade, just before Mike and I were married. Later, Brenda was on our team in Europe while her fiance Dave was detained in Turkey. She helped me when I could no longer get around in the last weeks of my first pregnancy. When they were married a few months later, we stood up with them in their civil ceremony, and I played the organ for the church wedding.<br />Dave and Brenda are in the area for a Global Partners event, and made time from their busy schedule to meet with us.<br />We've known Bob and Linda from before they were married and also attended their wedding. We worked on teams and projects together, even lived in the same house at times. And we settled in the same town, both drawn here by work for Taylor University.<br />We treasure these opportunities to get together, reminisce and catch up. Leah wrote, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">And to think most of this table used to hold me as a baby and have known me most of entire life !!!!"</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">Michael and I set off for Ohio directly from Ivanhoe's. (Rebecca wanted a photo of the tandem but maybe did not want to be in it.)</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAgjFfLu8ik/XRskGwBY1dI/AAAAAAAAVo0/8U3gKAIL6w4IIp7e0g6ttAsY426IxTjegCLcBGAs/s1600/64645620_10156503338112934_4138895077885870080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="960" height="574" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAgjFfLu8ik/XRskGwBY1dI/AAAAAAAAVo0/8U3gKAIL6w4IIp7e0g6ttAsY426IxTjegCLcBGAs/s640/64645620_10156503338112934_4138895077885870080_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">Highlights of our trip:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;">--stopping to read historic markers in Piqua and learning about the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miami_and_Erie_Canal#Cities_and_towns_along_the_canal">Miami and Erie Canal</a>&nbsp;and the <a href="http://ansnuclearcafe.org/2016/05/11/the-atomic-city/#sthash.gv2LKMEW.dpbs">First Atomic City</a>.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" 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/-xOOOWA6s11c/XRsqQMH5tYI/AAAAAAAAVpQ/DrB_7k8PQMYQs0Fbk8hXH8iey25eI0g0ACLcBGAs/s1600/65780372_10100794084307096_3850149739450335232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOOOWA6s11c/XRsqQMH5tYI/AAAAAAAAVpQ/DrB_7k8PQMYQs0Fbk8hXH8iey25eI0g0ACLcBGAs/s640/65780372_10100794084307096_3850149739450335232_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="caption" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Lato, &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Helvetica, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.9rem; letter-spacing: 0.08px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; word-spacing: 0.4px;">Footbridge across the Great Miami River. In the 1960s, steam was pumped across this bridge from the reactor to Piqua's main power plant.</div><div><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table>(That's Michael walking our bike across the bridge.)<br /><div><br /></div><div>--food and sights in Troy, including traveling sculptures by <a href="https://sewardjohnsonatelier.org/atelier/">Seward Johnson</a>.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" 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/-Zz7SqohMPOg/XRvQxZN_6zI/AAAAAAAAVpg/BENgJ9E-3TkdWKLSXGz0h2GJBj_YCSkBACLcBGAs/s1600/SJ%2BSculpy%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1584" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz7SqohMPOg/XRvQxZN_6zI/AAAAAAAAVpg/BENgJ9E-3TkdWKLSXGz0h2GJBj_YCSkBACLcBGAs/s640/SJ%2BSculpy%2BCollage.jpg" width="632" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A few favs</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>--the eateries: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/lunchintroy/">Lunch at 4 W Main</a>, which features a different vendor each day. When we were there we had wonderful <a href="https://www.bodegatippcity.com/">Bodega </a>selections. The next day in Tipp City we came across that provider.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" 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/-aJ8bD1YN4TY/XRvhH7Eu1xI/AAAAAAAAVps/6L954DR0dH4P5Wlo8YdtiII1z_Iukkk1gCLcBGAs/s1600/eatery%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ8bD1YN4TY/XRvhH7Eu1xI/AAAAAAAAVps/6L954DR0dH4P5Wlo8YdtiII1z_Iukkk1gCLcBGAs/s640/eatery%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see the tandem in the window display/</td></tr></tbody></table><div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/LittleYorkTavern/?rf=384313931661334">Little York Tavern &amp; Pizza</a>--the only place on our side of the big highway; we walked there the first evening. I did not want to get back on the bike after we'd settled into our lodging for the night.</div><div><a href="https://www.google.com/maps/uv?hl=en&amp;pb=!1s0x883feb62dd638fc9%3A0xedd1012773f0ef23!2m22!2m2!1i80!2i80!3m1!2i20!16m16!1b1!2m2!1m1!1e1!2m2!1m1!1e3!2m2!1m1!1e5!2m2!1m1!1e4!2m2!1m1!1e6!3m1!7e115!4shttps%3A%2F%2Flh5.googleusercontent.com%2Fp%2FAF1QipNEBBsT5rnegS5U379G27TF6TsWTRCd8lHTOAlV%3Dw130-h87-n-k-no!5smaid%20rite%20-%20Google%20Search!15sCAQ&amp;imagekey=!1e10!2sAF1QipNEBBsT5rnegS5U379G27TF6TsWTRCd8lHTOAlV">Maid-Rite Sandwich Shoppe</a>&nbsp;in Greenville was one planned destination before the accident, and we still made it there though much later than intended. Michael had wanted me to experience their very popular sloppy joes. It was a first for him too having to feed me.&nbsp;</div><div>Our last stop on the way home was an AW stand in Union City. The wonderful nurse who looked after me, owns the place and told us to stop for a root beer float on the house.<br />We only missed one stop, a Buffalo Wild Wings in Piqua to watch USA/France women's soccer.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--being together, enjoying the beauty of nature, experiencing life as one with my "captain"</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/-zzET-3aCv0E/XRwOGHiHChI/AAAAAAAAVp4/0JHTOwu4p-ErA-eDMhmlHGr-Xxz1ZCXxQCLcBGAs/s1600/captain%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzET-3aCv0E/XRwOGHiHChI/AAAAAAAAVp4/0JHTOwu4p-ErA-eDMhmlHGr-Xxz1ZCXxQCLcBGAs/s640/captain%2BCollage.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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1hmAZ3LhDs/XRyC1c5Oi1I/AAAAAAAAVqE/GO1UemQVeoo011tC7mEgwGVAN0h9F4dZACLcBGAs/s1600/20190628_095610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1hmAZ3LhDs/XRyC1c5Oi1I/AAAAAAAAVqE/GO1UemQVeoo011tC7mEgwGVAN0h9F4dZACLcBGAs/s400/20190628_095610.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><br />--taking pictures is a favorite, but did not get anywhere near as many as the interesting sights and views we encountered.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYhKuX7dayI/XRyC4xPlpbI/AAAAAAAAVqI/CoJInMJn43YQSorbGxmsiLWjpa7XCeP0QCLcBGAs/s1600/20190628_101741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYhKuX7dayI/XRyC4xPlpbI/AAAAAAAAVqI/CoJInMJn43YQSorbGxmsiLWjpa7XCeP0QCLcBGAs/s640/20190628_101741.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;">If we could go back to these towns, I would spend more time in the little shops and amazing bookshops.</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/-fMDG9AMmuB0/XRyQkBXI5wI/AAAAAAAAVqg/6p4AiLFIP2Mrz-Kvzaeu95g67XjL76yWgCLcBGAs/s1600/65753762_10100794083418876_7371524916417396736_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMDG9AMmuB0/XRyQkBXI5wI/AAAAAAAAVqg/6p4AiLFIP2Mrz-Kvzaeu95g67XjL76yWgCLcBGAs/s400/65753762_10100794083418876_7371524916417396736_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Now at home, we wait, rest, peck out messages with one finger, and rest. The hope is that the bones will heal with time and rest and surgery will not be necessary. We wait.<br /><br />And the flooring project Michael began also waits.<br /><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/-jcbopeYW6qw/XRyDEQbe_DI/AAAAAAAAVqM/1scgD8gP35cMCqwVwx2oksPMDbR8ovEyQCLcBGAs/s1600/20190625_155847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcbopeYW6qw/XRyDEQbe_DI/AAAAAAAAVqM/1scgD8gP35cMCqwVwx2oksPMDbR8ovEyQCLcBGAs/s320/20190625_155847.jpg" width="180" /></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>A rest-filled summer ahead. <i>Oh, rest in the Lord, wait patiently for Him. . . remains&nbsp;</i>a favorite musical refrain ever since my cousin sang it to his bride in their wedding more than 50 years ago.</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oefvMVy9k40" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In Love with God’s Word https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/06/30/in-love-with-gods-word/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:aed63b38-6bf3-3563-b2a6-5c2b3d1158e6 Sun, 30 Jun 2019 21:04:38 -0400 I was fortunate to grow up in a Christian home with parents who nurtured my faith, answered my questions, located churches in our many stations along my dad&#8217;s military career, and ultimately sent me to a Christian college. Perhaps I was sheltered &#8212; I didn&#8217;t have a lot of doubts about my faith. I trusted [&#8230;] Hairy Experiences https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:ff5bae02-9ffb-4907-eead-7f3bf646f081 Sat, 29 Jun 2019 16:09:38 -0400 In my family, if something gross, disgusting, or disturbing must happen then it will happen to me. This is as certain as Murphy’s Law and gravity. I have learned to accept this as my fate and even look upon the odd occurrences that make up my life as gifts in the form of ideas for &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Hairy Experiences</span></a> <div id="contentsContainer"> <div id="contents"> <p><img data-attachment-id="1232" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/hair-3419148_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,445" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;6.3&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SLT-A57&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;150&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00125&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="hair-3419148_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1232 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=525&#038;h=365" alt="hair-3419148_640" width="525" height="365" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=525&amp;h=365 525w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=104 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=209 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/hair-3419148_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 525px) 100vw, 525px" /></p> <p id="E165"><span id="E166" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">In my family, if something gross, disgusting, or disturbing must happen then it will happen to me. This is</span><span id="E167" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> as certain as </span><span id="E168" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Murphy’s Law and gravity. </span></p> <p id="E169"><span id="E170" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">I have learned to accept this a</span><span id="E171" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">s my fate and even look upon the odd occurrences that make up my life as gifts in the form of ideas for my writing. After all, if I have to have these experiences than so do my characters. </span></p> <p id="E172"><strong><span id="E174" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">But the hair…</span><span id="E176" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> I wouldn’t even subject my villains to that level of trauma.</span></strong></p> <p id="E177"><span id="E178" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">My first hair occurrence took place in Brazil. We were headed to the airport to go home on furlough and were on an eight-hour</span><span id="E179" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> bus trip. We </span><span id="E180" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">pulled up</span><span id="E181" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> outside a truck stop restaurant and headed in along with everyone else for lunch. <img data-attachment-id="1235" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/spaghetti-863304_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;22&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 60D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.16666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="spaghetti-863304_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1235 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=322&#038;h=214" alt="spaghetti-863304_640" width="322" height="214" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=322&amp;h=214 322w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/spaghetti-863304_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 322px) 100vw, 322px" /></span></p> <p id="E182"><span id="E183" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">It was a by-the-weight buffet (very common in Brazil) and after hours on a bus</span><span id="E184" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">,</span><span id="E185" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> and the stress of getting things ready for furlough</span><span id="E186" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">,</span><span id="E187" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> I didn’t feel much like eating. The only thing that looked good at all was the spaghetti. So I mainly put spaghetti on my plate an</span><span id="E188" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">d headed for the table to eat</span><span id="E189" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">. </span></p> <p id="E190"><span id="E191" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">And that’s when I noticed that one of the strands of spaghetti was not like the others. It was </span><span id="E192" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">dark</span><span id="E193" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> and thin. Almost like hair…</span></p> <p id="E194"><span id="E196" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Thus ended my lunch.</span></p> <p id="E198"><span id="E199" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">The second hair occurrence took place in Wales. I had traveled over</span><span id="E200" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"> </span><span id="E201" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">to see my sister and we had decided to stop for ice cream. We ordered a waffle cone and I chose honeycomb as my flavor. It was delicious. Cool, creamy and studded with crunchy caramel.</span></p> <p id="E202"><span id="E203" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman"><img data-attachment-id="1233" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/ice-879552_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png" data-orig-size="426,640" 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="ice-879552_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=200" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=426" class=" wp-image-1233 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=134&#038;h=202" alt="ice-879552_640" width="134" height="202" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=134&amp;h=202 134w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=268&amp;h=404 268w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=100&amp;h=150 100w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ice-879552_640.png?w=200&amp;h=300 200w" sizes="(max-width: 134px) 100vw, 134px" />And then in my ice cream I noticed some caramel that wasn’t like the other caramel. In fact, it was</span> <span id="E205" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">dark </span><span id="E206" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">and thin. Almost like hair…</span></p> </div> </div> <div id="contentsContainer"> <div id="contents"> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p id="E207"><span id="E208" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">And there went my ice cream.</span></p> <p id="E209"><span id="E210" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">My third hair occurrence took place in Shanghai.</span></p> <p id="E211"><span id="E212" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">After days of noodles and very few vegetables, I longed for something healthy. My aunt and I decided to go to Pizza Hut where we could get a salad and pizza. I looked forward to that salad all day long.</span></p> <p id="E213"><span id="E214" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">I looked down at it with anticipation as the waiter set it on the table in front of me. After asking a blessing I dug in. Two bites later I noticed something. Something thin and dark and</span><span id="E215" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">…</span></p> <p id="E216"><strong><span id="E217" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Well, you know the chorus by now.<img data-attachment-id="1234" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/29/hairy-experiences/salad-374173_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;11&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 550D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.125&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="salad-374173_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1234 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=253&#038;h=168" alt="salad-374173_640" width="253" height="168" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=253&amp;h=168 253w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=506&amp;h=336 506w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/salad-374173_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 253px) 100vw, 253px" /></span></strong></p> <p id="E218"><span id="E219" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">I probably should just write a book and call it</span><span id="E220" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">, “Around the World with Hair in My Food.” </span></p> <p id="E221"><span id="E222" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Then again, I really want to avoid any more, shall we say, research.</span></p> <p id="E223"><strong><span id="E224" class="qowt-font2-TimesNewRoman">Have you ever found a “special” additive in your food?</span></strong></p> </div> </div> Friends, Family, Food and more https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/06/friends-family-food-and-more.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:dc69ab05-8b14-b9b3-6b48-5ccdac797fb6 Tue, 25 Jun 2019 14:58:04 -0400 Rebecca and I picked these flowers on our walk. Yes, it was a week highlighted by visits and sleepovers of two grands and a great!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAmOCIefak0/XRI77JMrP6I/AAAAAAAAVm4/MtBDvqHOCbcjWBFf938mIO6pfjdC-nPGgCLcBGAs/s1600/64746448_10100784159107276_2122731218897207296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="442" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAmOCIefak0/XRI77JMrP6I/AAAAAAAAVm4/MtBDvqHOCbcjWBFf938mIO6pfjdC-nPGgCLcBGAs/s320/64746448_10100784159107276_2122731218897207296_n.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many memories surfaced this week as well including many photos of our several trips to the Basque Country which always took place around this time of year. The last visit was five years ago already!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's been that long almost since we really spent time with our main fellow-travellers--Dane and Laurie. We rememdied that, however, with a meal at our house Sunday evening and an outingWednesday for dinner and a movie--<i>Aladdin</i>, quite a fantastical production!&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/-K-_55Yld6iM/XRI9HXs9_3I/AAAAAAAAVnY/9XauaEEZ2TYPtGb-M8WzrIjSOYMTYg_qQCLcBGAs/s1600/20190616_205729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-_55Yld6iM/XRI9HXs9_3I/AAAAAAAAVnY/9XauaEEZ2TYPtGb-M8WzrIjSOYMTYg_qQCLcBGAs/s400/20190616_205729.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 likes to cook and he goes all out. Then we enjoy leftovers all week. I have only one photo--the delicious vidalia onion corn bread. I usually make the salads.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaPKrjT7Kws/XRI85WkJg6I/AAAAAAAAVnU/LX1kxeslrkkZ3HDGh9kIs9-dHKkjTCBlwCLcBGAs/s1600/64479403_10100781899824896_4278240283872722944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="930" height="157" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaPKrjT7Kws/XRI85WkJg6I/AAAAAAAAVnU/LX1kxeslrkkZ3HDGh9kIs9-dHKkjTCBlwCLcBGAs/s320/64479403_10100781899824896_4278240283872722944_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;">Stephan's Monday dinners feature something special every week and quite often we are the only guests. This time Malachi and Lexi came first and then Sam and Kristie and other three boys. The <i>sobremesa </i>(after-dinner conversation) was so much fun. We heard about:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Sam's family's vacation in Florida,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Stephan and Karen's week away in Evansville with a niece and nephew at her parents, and&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Malachi internship working with youth at his church, and Lexi's job and involvement with a SERVE project.</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/-69ggMbsXzTs/XRI85WCdiTI/AAAAAAAAVnQ/dE4YMlcJdmcP7D0m3XXQt8sEP1aTdidrwCEwYBhgL/s1600/64323594_10100781899849846_9129303615893143552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69ggMbsXzTs/XRI85WCdiTI/AAAAAAAAVnQ/dE4YMlcJdmcP7D0m3XXQt8sEP1aTdidrwCEwYBhgL/s640/64323594_10100781899849846_9129303615893143552_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Other memories came from reading my parents' journal from 20+ years ago when they were about our age now. There are many references to the practical ways they were preparing the new meeting place of their congregation--refurbishing a pulpit, painting, plastering, cleaning, and on and on for months. Then June 16, 1996 was the first service in the new building. This hands-on involvement in the building and upkeep of places of worship, characterizes Dad and Mother's entire life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday I needed to attend the quarterly Care Plan Conference for Mother at Grace Village. The plan was to take Rebecca. I remember taking Kayla, her mother, when she was about the same age to visit Grandpa and Grandma Hoyt in Winona Lake. I remember her enjoying the swing they had hung from a big tree in the front. I was in my early 50's then. This time I had Michael's help on the adventure. At the last minute he was able to come along. We had a great time with our great granddaughter and she with her great great grandma! Rebecca showed her all her little ponies, demonstrated her ballet routine (using the proper French names for the steps!), and insisted on pushing the wheelchair everywhere!</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/-5Yzn3fUDs5o/XRF_t_McwWI/AAAAAAAAVmY/yMYAA4taIeMp3hpHpHdIo-0Ev-GSFJp8QCLcBGAs/s1600/Becca%2Bn%2BGtGtGma%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Yzn3fUDs5o/XRF_t_McwWI/AAAAAAAAVmY/yMYAA4taIeMp3hpHpHdIo-0Ev-GSFJp8QCLcBGAs/s640/Becca%2Bn%2BGtGtGma%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The grandsons were waiting at our house as soon as we arrived back home. The two younger ones spent the night so Sam and Kristie could get away to celebrate their 20th anniversary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had such a good time together with these bright and lively youngsters.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jude asked for a piano lesson. I started him by placing his five fingers on the keys from C to G trying to play each individually, i.e. play the&nbsp;<i>do re mi fa sol&nbsp;</i>scale. At first it was difficult to curve the fingers, isolate each sound, keep the fingering. But before long he got it! Listen here:</div><a href="https://www.facebook.com/ritadorene/videos/10100785124966686/">Jude's first piano lesson</a><br /><br />We stayed up a bit late enjoying an old classic--<i>Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.</i><br /><i><br /></i>Next morning, Chef Zion cooked breakfast--eggas the way they like them!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4KlKNrBqGs/XRI8clVGiAI/AAAAAAAAVnE/UO_qBOFAKtkoEAYYe4JFlDd_HX3d_GomwCLcBGAs/s1600/65050829_10100784159616256_2060686499296313344_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="952" data-original-width="524" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4KlKNrBqGs/XRI8clVGiAI/AAAAAAAAVnE/UO_qBOFAKtkoEAYYe4JFlDd_HX3d_GomwCLcBGAs/s400/65050829_10100784159616256_2060686499296313344_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br />Then he taught me a new game - Wits and Wagers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0w3Wt_SO4n0/XRI8cmo08eI/AAAAAAAAVnA/NW18QoofJDY-18SFS7HgGYgkpGU03ZDmQCLcBGAs/s1600/64981830_10100784159571346_4274302030790524928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0w3Wt_SO4n0/XRI8cmo08eI/AAAAAAAAVnA/NW18QoofJDY-18SFS7HgGYgkpGU03ZDmQCLcBGAs/s400/64981830_10100784159571346_4274302030790524928_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />My friend Georgia was selling her beautifully painted shells at a large craft fair in a neighboring town. I took the boys, gave them some money to spend and let them check out the 100+ vendors. They came back with a balloon snake, a crocheted Pokaball, fluorite rocks, and a robot face-paint.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqnvv-ivjbs/XRF_yg0hSLI/AAAAAAAAVmc/QsjK8Hpr1tstLBUoaY5ey8S40ljD8IXNgCLcBGAs/s1600/French%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1454" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqnvv-ivjbs/XRF_yg0hSLI/AAAAAAAAVmc/QsjK8Hpr1tstLBUoaY5ey8S40ljD8IXNgCLcBGAs/s640/French%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" width="580" /></a></div><br /><br />Meanwhile, Michael was riding was riding with the Delaware Cycling Club for the first time since his surgery five years ago! 56 miles and no pain!!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjp8IfUx6Cc/XRI91jWIRMI/AAAAAAAAVno/ev550oOuZDkRH8_aoLxEOsv59XJ4e6IQwCEwYBhgL/s1600/facebook_1561240998789.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/-qjp8IfUx6Cc/XRI91jWIRMI/AAAAAAAAVno/ev550oOuZDkRH8_aoLxEOsv59XJ4e6IQwCEwYBhgL/s640/facebook_1561240998789.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />Robotics-related activities keep him occupied. He is at the shop to help the student interns hired by Dannar this summer whenever they need to use the team equipment. And on Wednesday PhyXTGears put on a presentation for 60 middle school and high school age girls. It went very well. Hopefully some of them will join the team.<br /><br />We had our last Art Club for the summer and tried a whimsical Geometric Landscape tutorial. And Tuesday, on my own I tried the Floral Hand live tutorial. It's a fun time for me to learn more about water color techniques while Michael is at the weekly team meeting.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6z9_zkQZdU4/XRGAtLxFqaI/AAAAAAAAVms/FvUdgmFV670qvccENojFdOJ6vsOBJejMACLcBGAs/s1600/watercolor%2Btutorials%2B6.19-21%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1011" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6z9_zkQZdU4/XRGAtLxFqaI/AAAAAAAAVms/FvUdgmFV670qvccENojFdOJ6vsOBJejMACLcBGAs/s400/watercolor%2Btutorials%2B6.19-21%2BCollage.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do you have any artistic, creative, recreational activity?&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gSNGSUC7tXc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Mystery of Comfort Food https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:c4508f76-c7c8-aad9-2b7c-112f5cd07be4 Sat, 22 Jun 2019 17:22:20 -0400 The funny thing about comfort food is that it will always be as unique as the person chowing down. Regional, cultural, and familial traditions all have an effect on one&#8217;s taste buds. Typically, comfort food involves a hefty amount of calories. I envy the soul whose comfort food is carrots and kale. While visiting my &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Mystery of Comfort&#160;Food</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1228" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/food-photography-2358902_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,422" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D600&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;125&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.00625&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="food-photography-2358902_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1228 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=665" alt="food-photography-2358902_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/food-photography-2358902_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>The funny thing about comfort food is that it will always be as unique as the person chowing down. Regional, cultural, and familial traditions all have an effect on one&#8217;s taste buds. Typically, comfort food involves a hefty amount of calories.</p> <p>I envy the soul whose comfort food is carrots and kale.</p> <p>While visiting my sister, I started watching a youtuber who traveled the world and ate food. Sure, he visited monuments and tourist attractions, but mostly, he ate.</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1227" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/dragon-36748_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png" data-orig-size="534,640" 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="dragon-36748_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=250" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=534" class=" wp-image-1227 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=255&#038;h=306" alt="dragon-36748_640" width="255" height="306" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=255&amp;h=306 255w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=510&amp;h=612 510w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=125&amp;h=150 125w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/dragon-36748_640.png?w=250&amp;h=300 250w" sizes="(max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px" />After growing up all over the world, his comfort food encompassed seafood, raw meats, and enough spice to win a contest with a fire-breathing dragon. After literally turning away from the screen rather than watch him stuff some raw fish into his mouth, I contemplated the individuality of comfort food &#8212; and how someone ate eight meals a day and still remained thin.</p> <p>One of my comfort foods is, of all things, ketchup. <span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;font-family:'Noto Serif', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">I once read that ketchup is the condiment of MKs (missionary kids). </span>While living in Brazil &#8212; a country that didn&#8217;t stock BBQ sauce, dressings, salsa, or taco sauce &#8212; ketchup became a versatile condiment. Add a few drops of picante sauce, voila taco sauce. (And, yes, I sometimes still have ketchup on my burritos.) Faced with manioc fries, nothing helped the dryness like a dose of ketchup. Weird flavors were easily masked by its familiar flavor. <img data-attachment-id="1229" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/06/22/the-mystery-of-comfort-food/ketchup-29755_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png" data-orig-size="331,640" 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="ketchup-29755_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=155" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=331" class=" wp-image-1229 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=178&#038;h=343" alt="ketchup-29755_640" width="178" height="343" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=178&amp;h=343 178w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=78&amp;h=150 78w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png?w=155&amp;h=300 155w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/ketchup-29755_640.png 331w" sizes="(max-width: 178px) 100vw, 178px" /></p> <p>My mom&#8217;s chicken and dumplings also tops the list of comfort foods. As the child of pizza restaurants owners I was literally weaned on pizza, and it too makes the list of comfort foods. Parents that grew up in California meant many meals of Mexican food. I suppose our forefathers probably weren&#8217;t referring to a literal melting pot when they used the term to describe America, but they might as well have been.</p> <p>Moving to Brazil added other favorites to my list of comfort foods. Passionfruit mousse will always be a favorite. Brazilian chicken stroganoff. Recently though, I have been all about craving pao de queijo (Brazilian cheese bread). Cheesy, gluten-free, and delicious, I feel no need to reach for the ketchup bottle.</p> <p><span style="background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;display:inline;float:none;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">My sisters&#8217; comfort foods have also involved some melting in of other tastes. The sister who married a Brit now makes curries as a comfort food. Another sister with a husband of Ukrainian descent craves pierogi and wheat salad. Sugar cream pie and BBQ ribs grace another sister&#8217;s table.</span></p> <p>What&#8217;s your comfort food? Feel free to include a recipe. Here&#8217;s the pao de queijo recipe we use.</p> <p>Pao de Queijo (Brazilian Cheese Bread)</p> <p>5 1/2 cups grated cheese (traditionally a soft fresh cheese, we now use cheddar, mozzarella, or a mixture of multiple kinds)</p> <p>3 1/2 cups tapioca flour (available in most gluten free sections at supermarkets)</p> <p>1 Tablespoon Baking Powder</p> <p>4 Tablespoons Oil</p> <p>2 Tablespoons Butter</p> <p>4 Eggs</p> <p>Milk (Aged cheeses require the addition of milk to form the dough)</p> <p>Mix all ingredients. Add enough milk to make a dough about the consistency of cookie dough and capable of being formed into balls. Roll into balls and place on greased pan. Bake at 400 until they are a little brown on the bottoms (about ten to twelve minutes). Serve warm.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Where’s Your Foundation? https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/06/21/wheres-your-foundation/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e791684a-810a-2287-3d00-1da2889df756 Fri, 21 Jun 2019 17:36:37 -0400 As a Christian publishing professional, editor, writer, and now faculty member teaching Professional Writing, I have been considering my responsibility to my students about their responsibility as Christian writers. The first concern, as noted in this post, is that my students stand firmly on the foundation of their faith. From the first day of the [&#8230;] Jack https://onflesherpond.com/2019/06/20/jack/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:8d23f70a-dfc1-801a-bc11-a34dfe7d328c Thu, 20 Jun 2019 07:11:26 -0400 As a pup he was normal, jumping, chewing, licking, and eager, and took long naps. A few months later my younger sister Julie said, “He understands what I say. It’s uncanny.” I watched the Heinz 57-variety mutt Jack grow into a black handsome 100-lb dog who almost speaks English. Julie tells him to “go get &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/06/20/jack/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Jack</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p>As a pup he was normal, jumping, chewing, licking, and eager, and took long naps. A few months later my younger sister Julie said, “He understands what I say. It’s uncanny.”</p> <p>I watched the Heinz 57-variety mutt Jack grow into a black handsome 100-lb dog who almost speaks English. Julie tells him to “go get your ball in the kitchen and bring it here,” and he does just that. &#8220;Go do this, go get that, don’t go there.&#8221; He understands all of it. And personality plus. I am a cat-lover, and even I think Jack is special. We were glad when he jumped the wrong way and glanced off a car in the driveway, not hurt, only bruised and scared. He knew now about cars, about not to go out on the highway.</p> <p>Ten years ago, Julie’s husband died of cancer. For months she put her job on hold and drove daily to Indianapolis to visit him in the hospital. After the funeral his two sisters decided that all his things should be theirs, not Julie’s. The fighting was vicious. Precious items that Julie had bought or brought into the marriage she had to put under lock and key, and even then, she feared they would cut the lock and steal her things. Both sisters said, “Everything of our brothers is ours. It’s ALL ours.” Was it spite, or is it just human nature?</p> <p>Life goes on and Julie became a wife again, or rather, a precious partner, since lack of medical insurance got in the way of a marriage license. Another decade gone by. Last Thanksgiving her partner died suddenly of a heart attack (see <em>Third Chances</em>). It was a flurried week of planning, funeral, carried-in meals, state of shock. Animal friend Jack, uncommon company of the best kind, comforted my sister. Death is always hard, but it helps to have a best friend soothe the loss, the emptiness, the “what am I going to do?” Jack answered in short barks which I could almost make out, “I am here. I love you. Let’s play ball.”</p> <p>Julie has spent six months emptying the four-bedroom house and getting ready to sell, every room full to the brim of furniture, wall hangings, and memories. We painted everywhere, including the mother-in-law’s apartment. Julie packed and we moved boxes week in and week out, month after month. </p> <p>The animosity from her step-sons about the division of things not specifically mentioned in the will became ugly and unending, like before; the last thing one needs after losing a loved one. For instance, in the winter the wind chill dipped below zero, and on one of the bitterest days one of those boys went to the gas company and said that their dad had died and they wanted to turn off the heat in the house. It took Julie three days to explain and get heat back on. Was it spite again? It’s been a long six months of underhanded tricks. When the tiny, red light blinks on my dumb-phone at 5 a.m., I know it’s Julie texting me. <em>What now</em>, I think. </p> <p>Next week, court-ordered, the ugly is over. The boys will have their things out of the big barns, and Julie can sell the house. Next week the ton of weight will be off her shoulders. Speaking of shoulders, she had her right one replaced last week in the midst of all this, and is, for now, one-armed. I’m helping her with more things than ever.</p> <p>Yesterday morning at 5:24 she called. Between each word she choked on a sob, “Jack’s…been…hit. Come…help me get him…off the road.”</p> <p>As he lay dying, dawn turned the country sky to pink streaks. I couldn’t watch and turned away. This beloved dog, more than a pet, was her friend when she needed him most. She turned to me with tears and said again, “What am I going to do?”</p> <p>I watched the panoramic miracle of sunrise with orange clouds skidding across the summer sky, and said, “I don’t know. Keep breathing. That’s all you have to do today.”</p> <p>The neighbor helped Sam dig the dreaded hole. I made coffee and brought it out to the grave. We stayed with Julie for a while and then went to breakfast, trying not to think for one hour. Jack’s time here was too short, but his love stays as long as we breathe.</p> A Memorable Mix https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-memorable-mix.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:987ecdbb-4b74-c680-57e5-10c157cee0fd Tue, 18 Jun 2019 12:15:35 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNqtfAKHIE/XQel8P3SyTI/AAAAAAAAVj8/YeR9qxSMR88lOof2Vu7hMTtw0jcVva-5QCEwYBhgL/s1600/64376862_10100779867532626_134735168479952896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="522" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNqtfAKHIE/XQel8P3SyTI/AAAAAAAAVj8/YeR9qxSMR88lOof2Vu7hMTtw0jcVva-5QCEwYBhgL/s320/64376862_10100779867532626_134735168479952896_n.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br />Memories surfaced throughout the week. Our Bible Study Home Group hostess brought out a smoked pot Michael had made years ago, a reminder of the many Klaytivity uniquely thrown pieces he's made. In fact that same afternoon I gave away one of the remaining beauties at a bridal shower.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJmKF6UkBbM/XQemkPJ5bSI/AAAAAAAAVkQ/Ti2iFzXz13cSoQ1V9qyDgxqQklg-N2hkwCEwYBhgL/s1600/62482360_10100777416684146_5101407092984512512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="960" height="292" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJmKF6UkBbM/XQemkPJ5bSI/AAAAAAAAVkQ/Ti2iFzXz13cSoQ1V9qyDgxqQklg-N2hkwCEwYBhgL/s320/62482360_10100777416684146_5101407092984512512_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Good friend Gina was visiting from Mississippi! She used to be a regular at Stephan's Monday dinner before she moved far away. So many good memories and a lot of catching up.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmdR5vd_KUA/XQel7UVg-MI/AAAAAAAAVkE/rfXpN2mhq2Ydjd5hZfftZIBsGLRBPikwACEwYBhgL/s1600/62254036_10100778038148726_5317568974471299072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmdR5vd_KUA/XQel7UVg-MI/AAAAAAAAVkE/rfXpN2mhq2Ydjd5hZfftZIBsGLRBPikwACEwYBhgL/s640/62254036_10100778038148726_5317568974471299072_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />That same day, June 10, marked eight years from the day our house burnt down. Gina was among the first friends who came to our rescue.<br /><br />Our daughter took this photo the days following as we trudged through the muck salvaging whatever we could. It spoke of <i>hope </i>in the midst of chaos and destruction.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z-s13qh93w/XQel87ay5wI/AAAAAAAAVkA/c45NkfRS6Jw1P11Un00bwZ674lw0a32XwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="891" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z-s13qh93w/XQel87ay5wI/AAAAAAAAVkA/c45NkfRS6Jw1P11Un00bwZ674lw0a32XwCEwYBhgL/s320/Hope.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br />We felt truly blessed to watch how God cared for us through the recovery and rebuilding process. Exactly a year later we had an open house to share what He had done and dedicate our new house to God.<br />Son Stephan catered the event and made an amazing and meaningful ice sculpture--a phoenix rising out of the flames!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsoqBUu1Dig/XQel70lW6YI/AAAAAAAAVkE/ad4KvpiBJp4PLkBrravnAtVyAq-tVUzhgCEwYBhgL/s1600/64038855_10100779868326036_2662218002203672576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="960" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsoqBUu1Dig/XQel70lW6YI/AAAAAAAAVkE/ad4KvpiBJp4PLkBrravnAtVyAq-tVUzhgCEwYBhgL/s400/64038855_10100779868326036_2662218002203672576_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />A mostly forgotten event surfaced as I was reading my parents' 1996 journal: "It will be 2 years in June that he [Dad] had his heart attack." He would have been 73 at the time. Perhaps that is why it was important for me to have a stress test. Thankfully all is well.<br /><br />It was also in June, a year ago, that Mother lost the use of her voice due to a paralyzed vocal cord.<br /><br />Thursday at 2:40 AM my phone rang and the screen showed caller Kathryn Hoyt. I could not make out any of what she was trying to tell me, but, of course, I understood that she was distressed. In the morning the night nurse, who had been by her side for a couple hours (ah, that's why she didn't answer my phone calls!), said Mother was hallucinating.<br />I canceled art club and drove up to see her. She was able to share the scary scenarios either in writing or mouthing. The images and voices were so real to her. By the end of the visit she was calmer and tired and understood that what she was experiencing was not real. She slept well that night. Her lingering fear that she was going "crazy" was dispelled with the lab results which revealed very elevated thyroid levels which can cause paranoia and hallucinations. When Rachel, the nurses' manager, explained this to her, Mother was visibly pleased and relieved! Hopefully the new dosage of thyroid meds will help. There have been no further incidents.<br /><br /><table align="center" 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/-6AnKgl7mhEg/XQel7_wv4-I/AAAAAAAAVkI/LE5A2LAbG3Yn7XMagqyzahJvFLPxadoQACEwYBhgL/s1600/62519619_10100779867273146_531105566945181696_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AnKgl7mhEg/XQel7_wv4-I/AAAAAAAAVkI/LE5A2LAbG3Yn7XMagqyzahJvFLPxadoQACEwYBhgL/s640/62519619_10100779867273146_531105566945181696_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel doing a blood draw</td></tr></tbody></table>That very day was Writers' Day in Argentina. I read a few notes posted by a successful author I met long ago, "I celebrate the birds in my head. HAPPY WRITERS' DAY!" Another author's note referred to her calling as the <i>profession of a lier.&nbsp;</i><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nz38g3a0hk/XQj-tZbLeJI/AAAAAAAAVk4/5ROe9fHqI6Ag44YTvrpGiPv3vJJ3Q1LIACEwYBhgL/s1600/Writers%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="838" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nz38g3a0hk/XQj-tZbLeJI/AAAAAAAAVk4/5ROe9fHqI6Ag44YTvrpGiPv3vJJ3Q1LIACEwYBhgL/s400/Writers%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My fiction-writer friends amaze me with their prolific imaginations. I, however, lacking that gift, am bound to the facts as I reconstruct my early childhood. The letters my parents wrote in 1946 lay open on my desk for weeks, even months, as I pull out nuggets and paragraphs to include in my story. The photo albums are also readily available to illustrate the events I write about.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wrapped up another chapter this week about all the celebrations and festivities of that first year in Argentina, ending with a simple and lonely Christmas. I awoke that day to find a small tree, a doll Daddy had been saving for me, and a wicker rocking chair. I was very pleased.</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/-3z8-djsuaUU/XQj6VUnfP0I/AAAAAAAAVko/vaHaJwodu6stwplcMl_VnLq6hLnmEI3XQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Christmas%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1106" data-original-width="1600" height="442" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3z8-djsuaUU/XQj6VUnfP0I/AAAAAAAAVko/vaHaJwodu6stwplcMl_VnLq6hLnmEI3XQCEwYBhgL/s640/Christmas%2BDay%2BCollage.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;">We were so happy this week to get our reupholstered sectional back! Quite a contrast! Does it take so much more to make us comfortable in our old age?</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/-H5cW49EwQp4/XQel8syqBOI/AAAAAAAAVkI/Xmpd17v7vmUc_d5ELgB2Glbx5_4pU9HVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/64635474_10100779867303086_4045475149741293568_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="929" height="372" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5cW49EwQp4/XQel8syqBOI/AAAAAAAAVkI/Xmpd17v7vmUc_d5ELgB2Glbx5_4pU9HVQCEwYBhgL/s640/64635474_10100779867303086_4045475149741293568_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />I found an old photo with Daddy for my Father's Day profile pic. If we didn't know any better, it sure appears like I am looking at a cell phone!&nbsp; Michael's response, "Some things never change."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaBxsJiYkyA/XQj6YPNHkpI/AAAAAAAAVks/lPzR69ix4GcM6dHLSblP-wUE5z_F2ULVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/210085_589288231116_3922302_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="855" height="253" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WaBxsJiYkyA/XQj6YPNHkpI/AAAAAAAAVks/lPzR69ix4GcM6dHLSblP-wUE5z_F2ULVQCEwYBhgL/s320/210085_589288231116_3922302_o.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Rebecca had a lovely Father's Day surprise--she got her Daddy back for the weekend! Matt has been on a job in New Jersey for over a month now. His birthday was June 10th. Over the years we've missed celebrating together--once it coincided with our house fire, a few other times we were traveling in the Basque Country. This time he was gone.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cYnIXSuCBg/XQel7qy-_AI/AAAAAAAAVj0/uZMjYM9zmW0PVBid4cwJ6nOY9crI-AKjgCEwYBhgL/s1600/62514201_10205562270093816_2144791850261676032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1cYnIXSuCBg/XQel7qy-_AI/AAAAAAAAVj0/uZMjYM9zmW0PVBid4cwJ6nOY9crI-AKjgCEwYBhgL/s400/62514201_10205562270093816_2144791850261676032_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Rebecca had just had her face painted at the first farmer's market of the season. We love our town events. The weather was perfect. We joined Kayla and Rebecca at a picnic table and ate fish and chips from Payne's new truck. Yummmm!<br /><br />Was your week a mix of memories and memorable events?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Ufrm7yoBDZc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>