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/ OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Lord, Isn’t This a Weird Way to Celebrate Your Birthday? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50255 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:38950a71-a9c6-b522-cb56-e6da3e1430a3 Mon, 29 Nov 2021 09:25:36 -0500 O Lord, why a fussy, tropical plant named after a politician should figure prominently in commemorating Your Advent seems a mystery. But You designed lovely, gaudy poinsettias. You also loved a party … and disliked nitpickers. So, OMG, I will celebrate You any and every way I can!   &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; <p><strong>O Lord, why a fussy, tropical plant named after a politician should figure prominently in commemorating Your Advent seems a mystery. But You designed lovely, gaudy poinsettias. You also loved a party … and disliked nitpickers. So, OMG, I will celebrate You any and every way I can!  </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211129-Poinsettias-rotated.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211129-Poinsettias-rotated.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50260" width="492" height="369"/></a><figcaption><strong>So I bought three!</strong></figcaption></figure></div> <p class="has-text-align-left"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></p> Happy Thanksgiving 2021 https://thomasrknight.com/happy-thanksgiving-2021 Freelance Knight urn:uuid:9339d92c-b58d-aa64-84cc-8e3f574063f9 Thu, 25 Nov 2021 10:30:16 -0500 <p><img width="1280" height="854" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Happy-Thanksgiving.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Happy-Thanksgiving.jpg 1280w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Happy-Thanksgiving-300x200.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Happy-Thanksgiving-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Happy-Thanksgiving-768x512.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/Happy-Thanksgiving-307x205.jpg 307w" sizes="(max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px" /></p>Wishing all who celebrate Thanksgiving a wonderful holiday! Taking a break this week from the blog to spend focused time with family and friends. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Classic Post: Weird Things for Which I’m Thankful, Thanksgiving 2017 http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50232 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:53c45ecd-9efe-aac9-c4ef-3e8ba1ed03c6 Wed, 24 Nov 2021 08:00:07 -0500 This post first appeared on November 22, 2017. No doubt, our Creator appreciates gratitude for freedom to worship Him, for family, friends, food and shelter. But my cornucopia also bursts with weird things for which I am thankful, including: Avocados. As a missionary kid in Mexico, I picked them up like apples under big trees. [&#8230;] <p><em>This post first appeared on</em> <em>November 22, 2017.</em></p> <p>No doubt, our Creator appreciates gratitude for freedom to worship Him, for family, friends, food and shelter. But my cornucopia also bursts with weird things for which I am thankful, including:</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-halfed-cropped-avocado-g7d33c04ce_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-halfed-cropped-avocado-g7d33c04ce_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50238" width="340" height="206"/></a><figcaption>Image by Juraj Varga from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Avocados.</strong> As a missionary kid in Mexico, I picked them up like apples under big trees. I still am a guacamole junkie. How many other fattening foods are <em>good </em>for me?</p> <p><strong>Shots.</strong> Immunizations don’t rank as my preferred activity, and certainly not my grandchildren’s. But because of shots’ protection, holiday hugs and kisses induce only mild winter plagues.</p> <p><strong>Black, washable pants.</strong> They love sparkly holiday tops and simple ones. They’re immune to stains and grandbaby spit. Roomy in the rear, they don’t desert me after the holidays, as many of my clothes do.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-piano.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-piano.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50239" width="228" height="171"/></a></figure></div> <p><strong>My piano.</strong> I don’t own a grand or even a baby grand. But my little Baldwin comprised our first major purchase after Hubby finished medical school. I thought we should spend his first paychecks on practical items. He insisted, “You miss having a piano.” Whenever I play, it still sings a love song.</p> <p><strong>Our</strong> <strong>baby trees</strong>, whose lanky little branches and colorful fall foliage inspire me with lavish dreams for their future.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-gummy-worm-can-ga3323fa11_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-gummy-worm-can-ga3323fa11_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50237" width="209" height="139"/></a><figcaption>Image by lovini from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Our</strong> <strong>camper</strong>. The one Hubby purchased when I was too sick to fight it. Even sitting idle, it sets us free. Already, we picture days in the green woods and s’mores around campfires on starry nights.</p> <p><strong>Gummy worms</strong>. Incredibly lifelike, they possess magical powers. When decorating a grandson’s birthday cake, they enable me to resist eating it.</p> <p><strong>Our brown sofa</strong>. Thank God, Hubby talked me out of buying a red one. Otherwise, after eight years, it would present a less-than-artistic mosaic of peanut butter, jelly, pizza, mustard and gravy stains. Because of, um, the grandchildren. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.</p> <p><strong>My neighbor’s</strong> <strong>yard</strong>. Raked and pristine, it gives me a goal to shoot for when I grow up.</p> <p><strong>Free chips and salsa. </strong>A highlight of dining in Mexican restaurants.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-delivery-truck-gbc775d034_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-delivery-truck-gbc775d034_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-50236" width="275" height="183"/></a><figcaption>Image by Lilly Cantabile from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Laid-back drivers. </strong>People who drive sl-o-o-ow-ly on two-lane highways annoy me to the point I pray aloud to occupy mind and mouth. They even force me to notice the loveliness I miss when whipping by as usual.</p> <p><strong>Accelerators.</strong> Cars wouldn’t be much good without them, right?</p> <p>Ditto for <strong>brakes</strong>. And <strong>headlights.</strong></p> <p><strong>Paper towels.</strong> While living in Ecuador for two months, I missed them terribly. (Thank goodness, Ecuador did manufacture toilet paper.)</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-LinusBeachBaby.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-LinusBeachBaby.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50235" width="329" height="239"/></a><figcaption>Our grandson at the beach.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Baby smiles.</strong> They always ruin a bad day.</p> <p>A critic might protest, “Your list goes on forever!”</p> <p>True. I never run out of weird things for which to be thankful, because my Creator never, ever stops giving.</p> <p>He’s weird that way — and wonderful.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>What odd reasons for gratitude pop up on your list?</p> Classic Post: Weird Things for Which I’m Thankful http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50232 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:4c66cada-9bd5-f006-4dfb-efb80b1e4742 Wed, 24 Nov 2021 08:00:07 -0500 This post first appeared on November 22, 2017. No doubt, our Creator appreciates gratitude for freedom to worship Him, for family, friends, food and shelter. But my cornucopia also bursts with weird things for which I am thankful, including: Avocados. As a missionary kid in Mexico, I picked them up like apples under big trees. [&#8230;] <p><em>This post first appeared on</em> <em>November 22, 2017.</em></p> <p>No doubt, our Creator appreciates gratitude for freedom to worship Him, for family, friends, food and shelter. But my cornucopia also bursts with weird things for which I am thankful, including:</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-halfed-cropped-avocado-g7d33c04ce_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-halfed-cropped-avocado-g7d33c04ce_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50238" width="340" height="206"/></a><figcaption>Image by Juraj Varga from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Avocados.</strong> As a missionary kid in Mexico, I picked them up like apples under big trees. I still am a guacamole junkie. How many other fattening foods are <em>good </em>for me?</p> <p><strong>Shots.</strong> Immunizations don’t rank as my preferred activity, and certainly not my grandchildren’s. But because of shots’ protection, holiday hugs and kisses induce only mild winter plagues.</p> <p><strong>Black, washable pants.</strong> They love sparkly holiday tops and simple ones. They’re immune to stains and grandbaby spit. Roomy in the rear, they don’t desert me after the holidays, as many of my clothes do.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-piano.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-piano.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50239" width="228" height="171"/></a></figure></div> <p><strong>My piano.</strong> I don’t own a grand or even a baby grand. But my little Baldwin comprised our first major purchase after Hubby finished medical school. I thought we should spend his first paychecks on practical items. He insisted, “You miss having a piano.” Whenever I play, it still sings a love song.</p> <p><strong>Our</strong> <strong>baby trees</strong>, whose lanky little branches and colorful fall foliage inspire me with lavish dreams for their future.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-gummy-worm-can-ga3323fa11_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-gummy-worm-can-ga3323fa11_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50237" width="209" height="139"/></a><figcaption>Image by lovini from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Our</strong> <strong>camper</strong>. The one Hubby purchased when I was too sick to fight it. Even sitting idle, it sets us free. Already, we picture days in the green woods and s’mores around campfires on starry nights.</p> <p><strong>Gummy worms</strong>. Incredibly lifelike, they possess magical powers. When decorating a grandson’s birthday cake, they enable me to resist eating it.</p> <p><strong>Our brown sofa</strong>. Thank God, Hubby talked me out of buying a red one. Otherwise, after eight years, it would present a less-than-artistic mosaic of peanut butter, jelly, pizza, mustard and gravy stains. Because of, um, the grandchildren. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.</p> <p><strong>My neighbor’s</strong> <strong>yard</strong>. Raked and pristine, it gives me a goal to shoot for when I grow up.</p> <p><strong>Free chips and salsa. </strong>A highlight of dining in Mexican restaurants.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-delivery-truck-gbc775d034_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-p-delivery-truck-gbc775d034_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-50236" width="275" height="183"/></a><figcaption>Image by Lilly Cantabile from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Laid-back drivers. </strong>People who drive sl-o-o-ow-ly on two-lane highways annoy me to the point I pray aloud to occupy mind and mouth. They even force me to notice the loveliness I miss when whipping by as usual.</p> <p><strong>Accelerators.</strong> Cars wouldn’t be much good without them, right?</p> <p>Ditto for <strong>brakes</strong>. And <strong>headlights.</strong></p> <p><strong>Paper towels.</strong> While living in Ecuador for two months, I missed them terribly. (Thank goodness, Ecuador did manufacture toilet paper.)</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-LinusBeachBaby.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211124-LinusBeachBaby.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50235" width="329" height="239"/></a><figcaption>Our grandson at the beach.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Baby smiles.</strong> They always ruin a bad day.</p> <p>A critic might protest, “Your list goes on forever!”</p> <p>True. I never run out of weird things for which to be thankful, because my Creator never, ever stops giving.</p> <p>He’s weird that way — and wonderful.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>What odd reasons for gratitude pop up on your list?</p> Rescuing the Old https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/rescuing-old.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e3a4b393-5f38-066e-250c-76225d547415 Mon, 22 Nov 2021 14:02:02 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My plants are all in for the cold weather ahead. I even rescued these from the window boxes, but I don't know what it is. Hmmmm, got it free from the florist's trash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuJW3uk5y7RXfIL4zzyWtFKHPTgKInCVibDd6Mef7kX1AfM9hRTmqRtTDA4bm7VIyGuJ9UZQpluiGm5Ebi0VrNIEK7VD9TUvh3UKDAjd3tu0756vyBK9eLL4YaPHreaIxeeahhFkYwvFxjUJh-8cKbXcltHPrHi_NqJRzYFvEbbhPFYrfErfhwogT1w=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuJW3uk5y7RXfIL4zzyWtFKHPTgKInCVibDd6Mef7kX1AfM9hRTmqRtTDA4bm7VIyGuJ9UZQpluiGm5Ebi0VrNIEK7VD9TUvh3UKDAjd3tu0756vyBK9eLL4YaPHreaIxeeahhFkYwvFxjUJh-8cKbXcltHPrHi_NqJRzYFvEbbhPFYrfErfhwogT1w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rescued memories from my childhood continue to emerge and come together in these bi-monthly installments on the blog <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a>. Chapter 18,&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/moves.html" style="text-align: center;">Moves</a>, was published Monday, November 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another ongoing rescue is that of old photographs of Michael's side of the family. When we went to Wisconsin to visit his older brother Terry, we acquired two big boxes of Aunt Gerry's saved photos and documents of all types. I am having fun learning about Michael's family and childhood.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7EgbjB6rGnUjDBUCeBa1S3QyntWvEz0hz98UWMgCWY1ypmqCPkaFmgIOf05Au-mVmSucpDUwVpCKZ_RM1s7BVd06Zhh6zMFGKeZNhNhB-wfa5LX-_2F8dFMoH3-Q5HD6ydkHxxzoU1mrZHKtmk0AdFUmIsAF2WXPiUwR0Q2ZVuh437LhsUB5RW6Gi7A=s1311" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1311" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7EgbjB6rGnUjDBUCeBa1S3QyntWvEz0hz98UWMgCWY1ypmqCPkaFmgIOf05Au-mVmSucpDUwVpCKZ_RM1s7BVd06Zhh6zMFGKeZNhNhB-wfa5LX-_2F8dFMoH3-Q5HD6ydkHxxzoU1mrZHKtmk0AdFUmIsAF2WXPiUwR0Q2ZVuh437LhsUB5RW6Gi7A=w640-h614" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Jane (Mike's mother) Terry, Aunt Gerry holding baby Mike?<br />Bottom left: Mikey; Right: siblings Terry, Mike, Barb</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDC0oj1-xBsNN0MyrlSnVHd-58McPmBkJ6nw3ksZ-yNqkj3V1GRnMkAKCipXGnUDMccG4HJYBl2mU1d2ddFyaYAkAYzWmnwMlr7I1bMPuZ1MlAG-_azQAXI6rAahoMswZLa-_jKyrtujgFQZcw5uYuQOOhuQf-2tUUZpGU3FgXQW3j8vJ-5mpJTC4MHA=s1311" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1311" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDC0oj1-xBsNN0MyrlSnVHd-58McPmBkJ6nw3ksZ-yNqkj3V1GRnMkAKCipXGnUDMccG4HJYBl2mU1d2ddFyaYAkAYzWmnwMlr7I1bMPuZ1MlAG-_azQAXI6rAahoMswZLa-_jKyrtujgFQZcw5uYuQOOhuQf-2tUUZpGU3FgXQW3j8vJ-5mpJTC4MHA=w640-h614" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Mike, Diane, Barb; Right: teenage Terry and Mike<br />Bottom left: fun times at Uncle Wilbur's cabin by the lake</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, anybody notice something fairly constant about Michael?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, time marches on, cold weather is upon us and Michael is diligently rescuing dead trees, cutting and splitting wood, preparing for winter.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe_7mCzxmYuU1pjbvnqK3b0-2H-qPdrLyzeK-sxjSOHDtp3grJslonyU1aPuJ7YUZ44SJXvxD8QsxXkB0rExu9tkW81KirNuKG5B3CNxeBwyF3kOAnlb12eHmUFaov2SWeoxQ1Rg7T8ZJhKelnryrcZvm2ZeSj_38dbNtMyAcydYOgp8897eY3tDxw2g=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe_7mCzxmYuU1pjbvnqK3b0-2H-qPdrLyzeK-sxjSOHDtp3grJslonyU1aPuJ7YUZ44SJXvxD8QsxXkB0rExu9tkW81KirNuKG5B3CNxeBwyF3kOAnlb12eHmUFaov2SWeoxQ1Rg7T8ZJhKelnryrcZvm2ZeSj_38dbNtMyAcydYOgp8897eY3tDxw2g=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was so glad to see that the first house we lived in is being repaired, renewed, rescued! It sat empty and in disrepair for years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid8GThbHk7W5ix_PfNhdrFgtRjhPpnmkq0gFBjReS7uRNzorPdwA2W11Xhk4HwhaDPjPsBxbKs_3_CxyRtD95F3i1demM5J7B_u6tcfZ9ZlLgfWIdp4r_87OD7fjbh4-xqo_FYj96FCehkti-n3En1X87QvyfGkpfgstl2I5weYGrOZSjh6UOnDz9fig=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1465" data-original-width="2048" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid8GThbHk7W5ix_PfNhdrFgtRjhPpnmkq0gFBjReS7uRNzorPdwA2W11Xhk4HwhaDPjPsBxbKs_3_CxyRtD95F3i1demM5J7B_u6tcfZ9ZlLgfWIdp4r_87OD7fjbh4-xqo_FYj96FCehkti-n3En1X87QvyfGkpfgstl2I5weYGrOZSjh6UOnDz9fig=w400-h286" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week a package arrived containing a set of books that we grew up with as part of our Hirschy heritage--the Little Colonel series. Has anyone out there heard of Annie Fellows Johnston? A prolific children's writer, born in Evansville, IN, in 1863.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOrndSZRnjlnPKzNkqOspKcvydwvAc27izqxTnOs4OJ-1RqFU2GRbq4i8uhnbbS_hE_dZhr6BqbzyBCchLq5fBNo3viDdZRSbfj4oRAxaFiG1LBZoHER7MjpX52hI6q2m9LlGLRTPDAJ0GSsM-O24u9cwjz7VyNdn-wJST-ZFUJuRPpj9LFzOUu3ZtQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOrndSZRnjlnPKzNkqOspKcvydwvAc27izqxTnOs4OJ-1RqFU2GRbq4i8uhnbbS_hE_dZhr6BqbzyBCchLq5fBNo3viDdZRSbfj4oRAxaFiG1LBZoHER7MjpX52hI6q2m9LlGLRTPDAJ0GSsM-O24u9cwjz7VyNdn-wJST-ZFUJuRPpj9LFzOUu3ZtQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does anyone else have a penchant for rescuing things?</div><p></p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50228 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0d735367-f91f-bba9-3816-74819e84d443 Mon, 22 Nov 2021 07:20:34 -0500 OMG, thank You that You welcome even grouchy writers with deadlines onto Your lap. And liberally pass out that supernatural love to their longsuffering spouses.     <p><strong>OMG, thank You that You welcome even grouchy writers with deadlines onto Your lap. And liberally pass out that supernatural love to their longsuffering spouses.    </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/RachaelMorningWriter.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/RachaelMorningWriter.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50229" width="377" height="433" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/RachaelMorningWriter.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/RachaelMorningWriter-261x300.jpg 261w" sizes="(max-width: 377px) 100vw, 377px" /></a></figure></div> Saying No to "Christian" Sanhedrins http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-christian-sanhedrin-are-we-to-have.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:4d21cf55-7eec-4f4a-7f8e-828fea186417 Sat, 20 Nov 2021 11:24:02 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was reflecting today (5/1/2018) about the SPACE between being a Christian institution (say a local church or a Christian University in the USA) and being responsible citizens--and what happens when the two are in conflict. Do we go <b><u>the legal route </u></b>or do we handle things internally--as a separate and distinct body governed <b><u>by Christian&nbsp;rules </u></b>of conduct.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What happens in this SPACE? Is there room to talk about what truly governs us (the Bible, the Holy Spirit, the denominational writings like The Discipline, etc) and what the world's legal system asks of us. The problem to me is when the places like your local church or a Christian University take the position of a City Court governed by laws instead of governed by love.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We know Jesus didn't obey all of Man's laws. We do know he was subject to his parents (post 3-day tweener campout in Jerusalem), and paid taxes (that render to Caesar comment--totally cool!), and spoke through Paul to the Romans to obey the governing authorities. Even Peter speaks to the believers about this with a suffering tone (1 Peter 2 and 3).&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This made me think about Paul's words to the Corinthians in chapter 6.&nbsp;</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-3" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-3" id="en-ESV-28454" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Do you not know that we are to judge angels? How much more, then, <u>matters pertaining to this life</u>!</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-4" id="en-ESV-28455" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">So if you have <u>such cases</u>,&nbsp;<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-28455A" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-ESV-28455A&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference A&quot;&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>why do you lay them before <u>those who have no standing in the church</u>?</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-5" id="en-ESV-28456" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">I say this to your shame.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-5" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-5" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Can it be that there is <u>no one among you wise enough to settle a dispute </u>between the <b>brothers</b>,</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-6" id="en-ESV-28457" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">but brother <u>goes to law </u>against brother, and that <u>before unbelievers</u>?</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" id="en-ESV-28458" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Perhaps there is some guidance here for us to not just try, but subscribe to and follow.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Jesus taught his followers that if we have something against another, we had a responsible step-by-step process toward reconciliation. He also taught that if we remembered something (during worship...interesting to note) another person has against us, we had a responsibility to go to them and seek reconciliation. So either way, if in our own thoughts, we are out of connection with anyone else, we act responsibly and take it upon ourselves to seek re-connection. To Jesus, <b>being in right relationship is a basic foundational principle (law?) the kingdom of God is governed by</b>.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">John writes, "How can you hate your brother you have seen and love God whom you haven't seen?" (1 John 4:20) Hate is a strong word, but is that what we are doing when we <b>stay disconnected </b>with others? We hate them. Hate divides. Love connects and reconnects. Hate separates and keeps apart. The Holy Spirit's actions within a believer unite&nbsp;him or her with the body of Jesus.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Hate amputates. Love heals&nbsp;and does what is needed to mend. That is why words associated with love are merciful, gracious, tenderhearted, forgiveness, devotion, prefer. And the words associated with the actions of the flesh (that lusts against the spirit) produce the fruit and results of such things like: enmity, strife, discord, divisions, dissention, and rivalries&nbsp; (Galatians 5:20f). Even adultery is a form of hate that divides; love stays together. This is why Paul speaks to the Corinthians so:&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">"To have lawsuits at all with one another is already a defeat for you."&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">A defeat. Let that sink in.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">So, what does it look like to win?&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-28458C" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-ESV-28458C&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference C&quot;&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>"Why not rather suffer wrong? Why not rather be defrauded?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Suffering and allowing ourselves to be defrauded... things that make you go, "Hmmm..."&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">So perhaps the reason why this road looks so lonely is because not very many are taking the off-ramp to get there. That takes time away from the main road we are on. But get there we must.&nbsp; The light on this path must become brighter by our actions and choices. We would rather hear Paul shame us than deal with our sin. Choosing to stay with another when you see their sin and they do not can be a long haul. If there comes a time to separate, let it be on Jesus' terms: Go to just him. If he hears, great. If not, take someone else to arbitrate. If he doesn't hear then, take it in front of the whole body of believers together. Hopefully, he hears from them about his sinfulness.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">But if even then he does not, then he has made a choice to separate himself from the fellowship and he will remain in that position until he comes around. The audience for that "coming around" is our treating him with a winsome spirit as we would unbelievers.&nbsp; You still need to believe in him.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">And such were some of us at one time...&nbsp;</span></span></div></div> Empty Nest – Feeling Thankful https://thomasrknight.com/empty-nest-feeling-thankful Freelance Knight urn:uuid:b1d46970-81f3-feed-db37-3ac5ce1212c5 Fri, 19 Nov 2021 05:30:00 -0500 <p><img width="960" height="640" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Empty Nest" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest.jpg 960w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest-300x200.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest-768x512.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest-308x205.jpg 308w" sizes="(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px" /></p>As we move in the Thanksgiving holiday, this quote really resonates with Angie and me. However painful the process of leaving home, for parents and for children, the really frightening thing for both would be the prospect of the child Miscellany https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/miscellany.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:0fa3eef4-8271-d75f-4865-eac8a9860dbd Wed, 17 Nov 2021 14:05:03 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin cheers us with flowers from different seasons--sunflowers, roses, and lilies. They are not from her garden. The memorial bouquet arrived after her brother Ed's passing.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYZv6Lyti3ius9FSU2YEvO8LZ5Kb4Ijwn2Ti2mAYj_MnkeThoJa_vu3iG5TFfWk7IuvuDUXIwUCDAa_7gduGBNwMnb-amIXivy7GfEyxgTpVYdQ_xsKX3rQIxLqFqsgFD3TuNSN_HtX6w9wuymNJPPSC6PXlEQ-6Nh39sDkYSxojEU4ICg43rUBO3yoQ=s301" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="301" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYZv6Lyti3ius9FSU2YEvO8LZ5Kb4Ijwn2Ti2mAYj_MnkeThoJa_vu3iG5TFfWk7IuvuDUXIwUCDAa_7gduGBNwMnb-amIXivy7GfEyxgTpVYdQ_xsKX3rQIxLqFqsgFD3TuNSN_HtX6w9wuymNJPPSC6PXlEQ-6Nh39sDkYSxojEU4ICg43rUBO3yoQ" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The season not represented in the bouquet showed up here on Sunday--our first snowfall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm6KwNHaNyo_XE6qhaaMhYj0sstigUlJE3-78ln0L4KN8dxFkWppeIN8FVK_rPaohOsXe_aa3S7mvqFv0Z70so3HbZaID6b0BezXBvrADepGwW0MvBRe1Y7eSerRAScaXl62GAfMDBOWO9zUUEooWATONPaY3H6dNxyZwOPVLdeNUD7VkG-armAvLyoQ=s756" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm6KwNHaNyo_XE6qhaaMhYj0sstigUlJE3-78ln0L4KN8dxFkWppeIN8FVK_rPaohOsXe_aa3S7mvqFv0Z70so3HbZaID6b0BezXBvrADepGwW0MvBRe1Y7eSerRAScaXl62GAfMDBOWO9zUUEooWATONPaY3H6dNxyZwOPVLdeNUD7VkG-armAvLyoQ=w640-h312" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, back to last Sunday, the beginning of week forty-six. In the afternoon, I attended a baby shower for a young couple we've befriended since they moved back to Upland to start a new life after some difficult times.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh4trpABReKsGgaqMDnWLNvTLjfjrdSsRJZsJRkcoO5DtT47pTX167PcATXq20V4g91Zds1TybCYVj-CNP35Dy1nkXtxT6RxRv2_iXdAxdK_iA3_Wa0s_-X530Fux7V7g5BU3ls3yBhvuKmFH2Lpg5__SNIzBv2Y-ppnQYvvLAJ7vKPREgA6xqi1gBg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh4trpABReKsGgaqMDnWLNvTLjfjrdSsRJZsJRkcoO5DtT47pTX167PcATXq20V4g91Zds1TybCYVj-CNP35Dy1nkXtxT6RxRv2_iXdAxdK_iA3_Wa0s_-X530Fux7V7g5BU3ls3yBhvuKmFH2Lpg5__SNIzBv2Y-ppnQYvvLAJ7vKPREgA6xqi1gBg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday Night Dinner at Stephan and Karen's always includes a great meal, fun conversation, and of course, a tour of the new house to check out the week's progress. The window wall is coming right along. Stephan used left over wood he had milled for other purposes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2Lc92h56UcYMRtwbMJmnaDcGpnFyI2QImkzu7k3rDyN-OtEIEZsZOKQagPP9xsu68jGHAHTIdbY3ku53sOfIL_SWoJcCVKrAurA5oRx8s6tL1sTZWDQtlQrdyFDgaYzlw8zLrat6_9Yems6542l5wx48K6ldAJ7LuB6J1Xdv7i6j_Ef68aGhotqV5Cw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1802" data-original-width="2048" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2Lc92h56UcYMRtwbMJmnaDcGpnFyI2QImkzu7k3rDyN-OtEIEZsZOKQagPP9xsu68jGHAHTIdbY3ku53sOfIL_SWoJcCVKrAurA5oRx8s6tL1sTZWDQtlQrdyFDgaYzlw8zLrat6_9Yems6542l5wx48K6ldAJ7LuB6J1Xdv7i6j_Ef68aGhotqV5Cw=w400-h353" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As any homeowner understands, maintenance and repairs are ongoing. Tuesday, a blocked drain took hours to fix. Part of the problem was not knowing exactly how the plumbing had been installed when the house was rebuilt.</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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8v5YblXd0p5DUu4oa4cAs_eWCLHLt9QO3QUcs71CUP-q2ttwu6dPsbuNXEYNA87i3HkEHA6hxZGJTer68EbmojvM8CqpddxA1cp9kfGqrlSx33JM9aAxesOP0pBV1rc90DAfI19I4ZoUhNxtjh-WlKXOMTqQJuUmPVBzJB30uDT6XfC0kYXScgvJVmQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8v5YblXd0p5DUu4oa4cAs_eWCLHLt9QO3QUcs71CUP-q2ttwu6dPsbuNXEYNA87i3HkEHA6hxZGJTer68EbmojvM8CqpddxA1cp9kfGqrlSx33JM9aAxesOP0pBV1rc90DAfI19I4ZoUhNxtjh-WlKXOMTqQJuUmPVBzJB30uDT6XfC0kYXScgvJVmQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca was here twice this week! Wednesday after piano lesson she comes and then we go to the Basics program at the church. And Friday was an E-learning day, so she started out at the library with her mom, stayed for Story Hour and then I picked her up to spend a few hours with us until Kayla got off work.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_-zRU-6mOlSKsmFR2wtqZkr5YJQwBPgDhpg9oDi3C4-JdCgZwEMwSqBAFsNzvKtAdGd-l3qvoPiiWjueYKJBBzyiYhPDfSZbPyG3WHcABRM7hGG48QfYVH06tqdHlFQoujnP0598S_wdWhS7alpKlDUb5ayBP1gufEftVDxxyAZEqxluc7qRo8R4u9w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="2048" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_-zRU-6mOlSKsmFR2wtqZkr5YJQwBPgDhpg9oDi3C4-JdCgZwEMwSqBAFsNzvKtAdGd-l3qvoPiiWjueYKJBBzyiYhPDfSZbPyG3WHcABRM7hGG48QfYVH06tqdHlFQoujnP0598S_wdWhS7alpKlDUb5ayBP1gufEftVDxxyAZEqxluc7qRo8R4u9w=w400-h234" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla is in charge of activities and programs at the local library, and comes up with very creative ideas. Even if borrowed from Pinterest or elsewhere, I am always impressed at how she pulls them off. The first thing she did was hand me a leaf to add to the tree with my response to "I'm thankful for. . ."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmHvOEY922GRycC9_3fr9jCv0F-rhkkqKpGnBsVgxrv7wxNxpyyF_uJNYCK0G9V4JQ9g7kWpeV__jTrT-zhfqpzgcVE87Dzv9GrSKT2jJVZyB_v59nJmFI7KQouFACUeS52kWJCaZwUJ2YmjIS1QGaHCCDo9fv36YrFGcQr7eTqXLpumDflRkLBe2RnQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1449" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmHvOEY922GRycC9_3fr9jCv0F-rhkkqKpGnBsVgxrv7wxNxpyyF_uJNYCK0G9V4JQ9g7kWpeV__jTrT-zhfqpzgcVE87Dzv9GrSKT2jJVZyB_v59nJmFI7KQouFACUeS52kWJCaZwUJ2YmjIS1QGaHCCDo9fv36YrFGcQr7eTqXLpumDflRkLBe2RnQ=w283-h400" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of all the many activities we enjoyed together, I only got one photo of Rebecca. She finished several of her E-learning assignments: writing, reading, and optional fun ones--a walk outdoors gathering leaves, an art project, a board game (Splendor!) with family members (<i>abuelo </i>joined us!). She still loves to dance freely to music.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf9a7Fpm-IjCjrd8pqSFxOvj53PSm01or7gJZZa_nd06j9GO8NhMESxxMJwQsBaEcJxPlr9oOYIFg_XS0oPtHt-7FaQR_SIA-bxFotd9xp-A2nn4_hrTdQuxd42k7i3ZK19uPK1d59O9uQkfYkX-_bAzAl2Qtk4dfxNrgI9Mg9NkpnXbzj3Qu93Rz1mw=s1091" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="590" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf9a7Fpm-IjCjrd8pqSFxOvj53PSm01or7gJZZa_nd06j9GO8NhMESxxMJwQsBaEcJxPlr9oOYIFg_XS0oPtHt-7FaQR_SIA-bxFotd9xp-A2nn4_hrTdQuxd42k7i3ZK19uPK1d59O9uQkfYkX-_bAzAl2Qtk4dfxNrgI9Mg9NkpnXbzj3Qu93Rz1mw=s320" width="173" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had more time Saturday after an early morning hunt, so he baked bread again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4P0WlKCGvZJ9CiNfI54HQ-lTFKO_pVwCIweaxvYV1zApDXJdE6P9g1EsxNroGixEuoDdmh_OXUP34fvONEdBNyV64bAwr0dmmjP1GFx8cu0CWB3XSM6BaSHrApQcykPmFLJom8Ty1Uwc5kSM4oD4hHKCirBJwq4ttwEsDsvA18EVB6Bb1rSutlXzWUg=s609" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="609" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4P0WlKCGvZJ9CiNfI54HQ-lTFKO_pVwCIweaxvYV1zApDXJdE6P9g1EsxNroGixEuoDdmh_OXUP34fvONEdBNyV64bAwr0dmmjP1GFx8cu0CWB3XSM6BaSHrApQcykPmFLJom8Ty1Uwc5kSM4oD4hHKCirBJwq4ttwEsDsvA18EVB6Bb1rSutlXzWUg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Callah bread</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening he suggested we work on a watercolor project. He looked up a photo that best reminded him of his last dog. I simply followed a tutorial. I'd say he has the greater talent and patience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYtuBONUclm4dfo9bh3bP1llLEPSCyU7CBJwwd1PYVKRWaTYmKomDkROqtT1gu-mnFKsiHircSaTGowjsJLiSpPz8qso-5qInBIp53XWycJaMunCJgXWqWuBigyg_5src15xD3ZI51-37N-zWC62AZS3R7aqbe4PJLL7w8Sg3UV6cdL1v9XRuJn4r0WA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1200" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYtuBONUclm4dfo9bh3bP1llLEPSCyU7CBJwwd1PYVKRWaTYmKomDkROqtT1gu-mnFKsiHircSaTGowjsJLiSpPz8qso-5qInBIp53XWycJaMunCJgXWqWuBigyg_5src15xD3ZI51-37N-zWC62AZS3R7aqbe4PJLL7w8Sg3UV6cdL1v9XRuJn4r0WA=w400-h244" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For months now, my creative energy has been poured into writing, so I was grateful for his suggestion of this art activity for our leisure time together.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you found time for creative activities in your leisure time? Or, do you ask "What leisure time"?</div><p></p> Winter Outerwear: The Mayhem, The Mary Magic http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50215 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b9777086-39fe-ca8f-aa3f-7ff92d2d4267 Wed, 17 Nov 2021 08:30:58 -0500 If you live in Florida … why are you reading this? To gloat? Floridians do that. So did Aristotle Onassis, who married John F. Kennedy’s widow, Jackie. Aristotle’s logic: “Because I am a rich person … I have to tip $5 each time I check my coat. On top of that, I have to buy [&#8230;] <p>If you live in Florida … why are you reading this?</p> <p>To gloat? Floridians do that.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-currency-g954a64f08_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-currency-g954a64f08_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-50218" width="130" height="172" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-currency-g954a64f08_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-currency-g954a64f08_1280-227x300.png 227w" sizes="(max-width: 130px) 100vw, 130px" /></a></figure></div> <p>So did Aristotle Onassis, who married John F. Kennedy’s widow, Jackie. Aristotle’s logic: “Because I am a rich person … I have to tip $5 each time I check my coat. On top of that, I have to buy a very expensive coat, and it would have to be insured. Added up, without a topcoat, I save $20,000 a year.”</p> <p>Instead, Mr. and Mrs. Onassis probably spent cold months — and considerably more than $20,000 — where wintry mix is unknown.</p> <p>If you, like me, endure cold weather and lack $500 million, you know the blessing and curse of winter outerwear.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-snowsuit-graphic-g8607f6b02_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-snowsuit-graphic-g8607f6b02_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-50220" width="282" height="240"/></a></figure></div> <p>The curse?</p> <p>All Midwesterners recall being stuffed into snowsuits like sausage. Perhaps the sleep-deprived woman I called my mother, having stuffed, unstuffed (bathroom breaks), and restuffed five children into snowsuits, grabbed the wrong girl off the playground. Maybe she extracted, fed and hurried me to bed without recognizing she’d goofed.</p> <p>I later endured her sweaty, August ritual of trying on winter outerwear. Buttons and zippers refused to cooperate. Tight sleeves crawled up arms.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-cold-coat-graphic-g385fdadc5_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-cold-coat-graphic-g385fdadc5_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-50217" width="215" height="296" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-cold-coat-graphic-g385fdadc5_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-p-cold-coat-graphic-g385fdadc5_1280-218x300.png 218w" sizes="(max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Mom grimly calculated costs. Why couldn’t children grow wool like sheep?</p> <p>As a second grader, I remember shopping for <em>(drumroll)</em> a rare new coat. I adored a blue parka with a hood — super-cool!</p> <p>My mother’s choice: a long, old-lady coat. As school codes decreed girls wore dresses, it would have kept my legs toasty.</p> <p>Mom bought the parka! She wasn’t so bad. Even if she wasn’t my real mother.</p> <p>Eventually, I overcame my accidental kidnapping, acquired a job, and bought a double-breasted, navy coat. With a tam I privately tossed like Mary Tyler Moore during her TV show’s theme song, I felt like a star.</p> <p>Sadly, I forgot the Mary coat in a restroom. Within minutes, it vanished.</p> <p>Later, a young mother, I cherished a mauve parka with different magic. Diapers and bottles fit in kangaroo-sized pockets. Or a baby in the left one and a toddler in the right.</p> <p>Only when I stuffed three little ones into snowsuits did I realize my not-real mom should have won a Purple Heart. Every venture outside included a howling smackdown with my son.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-SteveRachael-cold-weather-wear.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-SteveRachael-cold-weather-wear.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50221" width="340" height="255"/></a></figure></div> <p>Now, he (heh-heh) wrestles his toddlers into snowsuits.</p> <p>Since then, attractive coats have warmed me, but none possessed Mary magic.</p> <p>Recently, Hubby took me shopping for a new coat. I almost settled for another serviceable one. Then I spotted it.</p> <p>A Mary Tyler Moore coat.</p> <p>With its furry hood, I’ll be super-cool when I brave Midwestern tundra.</p> <p>Floridians, who never experience such enchantment, eat your hearts out.</p> <p>Aristotle Onassis, you, too.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-TaylorFarm.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211117-TaylorFarm.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50222" width="692" height="519"/></a></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you ever possessed a Mary coat?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Grandma’s a Football Hypocrite http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50211 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:63ea8ea4-ccf9-b80d-d084-7ecbdbc5706f Mon, 15 Nov 2021 08:24:15 -0500 O Lord, You know I like to watch football on TV. “Get that guy!” I yell. “Crunch him!” But, OMG, watching a grandson play football? I alternate between covering my eyes in terror and, when he makes a play, doing a dance in the stands neither he nor the NFL could ever have envisioned … [&#8230;] <p><strong>O Lord, You know I like to watch football on TV. “Get that guy!” I yell. “Crunch him!” But, OMG, watching a grandson play football? I alternate between covering my eyes in terror and, when he makes a play, doing a dance in the stands neither he nor the NFL could ever have envisioned … &nbsp;</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211114-JaySteveRachael-small.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211114-JaySteveRachael-small.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50212" width="439" height="439" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211114-JaySteveRachael-small.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211114-JaySteveRachael-small-150x150.jpg 150w" sizes="(max-width: 439px) 100vw, 439px" /></a></figure></div> The Wheel of Faith or Fortune? Character http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-wheel-of-faiths-character.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:c55904f8-d2ba-c6d1-1ccb-fbed73d3d913 Sat, 13 Nov 2021 08:23:00 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I was once going through the book of Romans with a group of junior high boys (a task worth at least one extra jewel in anyone's heavenly crown) and learning alongside them about what faith is.<br /><br />As you probably know, the word "faith" in the NT can mean faith, belief, and trust, depending on the context. Paul tells us why he is not ashamed of the gospel, "for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who <b>believes</b>"--that is, has faith. "<b>Faith </b>comes by hearing the Word on Jesus Christ" and leads to calling on the Lord--how can they call on him if they have not first believed, and how can they believe if they have not first <b>heard</b>. Faith undoubtedly leads to salvation in Jesus.<br /><br />But what of <b>faith after salvation</b>? Does faith continue to work in the same way? Or is there a growing aspect for someone in his or her faith? Or does faith stay the same, but one's capacity to hold it and wield it become greater? Wow, so much like spinning a wheel to be able to guess a letter and solve a riddle and win a fortune this pursuit has become.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well, I don't know yet. I do know God created me for a capacity of faith. I do know the Bible has stories about this. The disciples of Jesus asked their Savior themselves about this, "Hey, Jesus, increase our faith." They at least assumed faith had a small start and could have a larger end. Perhaps they saw in Jesus a great faith, greater than their own, and that if they had the same amount as HE did then they could do what HE did. Sounds plausible.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">After all, Jesus did preach about size and faith, "If you had even a mustard seed size of faith, you could say to something as huge as a mountain, 'go there!' or 'go there.'" But that isn't His response this time. In His next parable, Jesus teaches them that it is not about size, but about kind. Wait, so there are different kinds of faith? Huh.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When the disciples ask for <b>more </b>faith, Jesus tells them a story that explains that it is not about more. I explain it like this: a friend of mine wanted to go raccoon hunting at night in the woods in our area; I told him he needed a dog to go hunting coon at night. A week later he had not seen any coons while hunting. I told him he might want to get another dog. I saw him three weeks later and he said he bought a dozen dogs for hunting raccoons and was going to give up because he still had not seen one coon. I paused, then asked, "Wait. What kind of dogs are you hunting with?" He replied, "Chihuahuas."&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is a case and point where having more of something will not help you. I think it isn't about having <b>more </b>faith but having <b>the right kind </b>of faith. And this is what Jesus went on to explain.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh, yeah, a couple of other points worth mentioning: Jesus did not do <b>many </b>miracles in His hometown due to their <b>lack </b>of something... hmmm. Oh, and Peter DID walk on the water! It was only after he <b>took notice </b>of the tossed waves that he began to sink. He cried out to Jesus who asked him ... something...&nbsp; something about ... Yes, and another time some <b>seed fell </b>on some rocks and quickly spouted up with joy, but <b>when testing came </b>later, they gave up because only for a time did they have roots in ...something ... And Jesus heard that Satan had demanded Peter but Jesus told him that He had prayed that ... something of Peter's would <b>not fail</b>. That something in each case is of course <b>faith</b>.&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So it would seem that the answer is ... both--faith is something that can grow and become bigger and stronger, but it is not meant to be big and strong for no purpose. It is not a body-builder sort of thing meant to show off its huge muscles. It is to be much more practical and useful. <b>So what is the purpose of faith? </b>To move mountains, like Jesus said?&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Faith is BIG because it is rooted in God. And God created me to have faith. Faith leads us to God (salvation) because that is how God created it to work. Faith is also one of the three biggest activities in this world--Faith, Hope, and Love. And faith paired up with hope and love is like <b>an undying battery </b>charging us up for anything in this life--as long as it is connected to the Glory of God through Jesus Christ. Being faithful, then, is staying where faith led you--with God.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Paul wrote to the Romans that faith is born inside us when we hear the reading of the Word of God. This never changes--whether we have been led by faith to salvation through Jesus Christ, or we continue to walk in faith. The Word of God is at the core of our faith.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">At one point in their walking with Jesus, the disciples tried to cast out a demon from a boy but could not. Jesus returned and was able to do it. When asked by his disciples why they could not, Jesus said the faith necessary to do such acts came through an avenue of <b>increased faith--by prayer and fasting</b>. These two acts together can connect your life to God, unlike other ways.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Only GOD can make faith grow--like sunshine on a seed. I do believe He has set roads ahead of each one of us to have our faith in Him <b>increased </b>because He loves us and hopes in us and believes in us. All of the roads of faith, I imagine, lead us closer to Him and to each other.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Mark shares a story about a man who had a child in need and came to Jesus asking him if there was anything he could do. Jesus said to him that anything is possible for those who believe.&nbsp; Perhaps your prayer is like this desperate man's whose mind turned from his child's need to his own: <b>"Lord, I do believe ...&nbsp; help me in my unbelief."&nbsp;</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My prayer for you: May God grant you not only avenues for increased faith, but the strength to walk them and the eyes to see how far you've come in your walk of increasing faith in Him--to His glory!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i>ps. I leave off the citations of where stories and verses can be found in the Bible, believing that if you are interested enough, and your faith is big enough, you will go and search the Scriptures for yourself. And, when you do, you will find much more revealed to you, because that is how God works.</i></div> What novel can you NOT get enough of? https://thomasrknight.com/what-novel-can-you-not-get-enough-of Freelance Knight urn:uuid:dc98a3c0-47a8-ebbc-100f-1e362adbf9bc Fri, 12 Nov 2021 05:30:00 -0500 <p><img width="1200" height="628" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/2021-Favorite-Novels.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="“Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it, well with no mistakes in it yet.”" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/2021-Favorite-Novels.jpg 1200w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/2021-Favorite-Novels-300x157.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/2021-Favorite-Novels-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/2021-Favorite-Novels-768x402.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/2021-Favorite-Novels-350x183.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" /></p>As #NaNoWriMo2021 continues with many writing their own novels, what novel can you just NOT get enough of in your life? What book has impacted you so much that you keep rereading it, purchasing multiple editions of it, seeking it Daily Grace https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/daily-grace.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:86eb374c-8404-5820-b0bb-1d6f7b1302ba Thu, 11 Nov 2021 11:53:47 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you came right now, this is what you'd see as you drove in. We welcome you, however you visit, whether in person, by phone, or the internet. I've enjoyed a variety of interactions, and thank you who comment or respond to my posts. It is that time of year when I ask myself why I continue communicating via this blog Is it worth it? Would my time be better spent? Still questioning.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZi4X6VdzFiYjI-a5NBad6qU4ca8MC-C3ENoMi9omW9PYayAF9O7TwJhLN2lP0v6kek_vo9b01Ly_HPqVyy7O38w3VZAAffDfIhkGGTy8r8i846mDUhAT1vm_ztYvqK3l5Hy0C_po2BpBgHGkAt0IHnPk2bUUw9Mah-q5nPHjJ8UCus5YeO3Trb6sIkA=s1826" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1392" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZi4X6VdzFiYjI-a5NBad6qU4ca8MC-C3ENoMi9omW9PYayAF9O7TwJhLN2lP0v6kek_vo9b01Ly_HPqVyy7O38w3VZAAffDfIhkGGTy8r8i846mDUhAT1vm_ztYvqK3l5Hy0C_po2BpBgHGkAt0IHnPk2bUUw9Mah-q5nPHjJ8UCus5YeO3Trb6sIkA=w305-h400" width="305" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One purpose is to record the events and highlights of each week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday evening, the robotics team had a very successful Open House. The program is ramping up for the 2022 season with several new members. The increased interest is very encouraging.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NSafPVQNdjU/YYv7twoQIKI/AAAAAAAAcRY/SHNe-GYlsC8TVhFU1OUdzX-zRXOuQkCgQCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1582" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NSafPVQNdjU/YYv7twoQIKI/AAAAAAAAcRY/SHNe-GYlsC8TVhFU1OUdzX-zRXOuQkCgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w308-h400/image.png" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael never lacks work, problems to solve, things to fix here in our house or our kids'.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got away for a theater performance Friday at Taylor University--The Women of Lockerbie. It was amazingly well done and the bonus of that evening was to hear from the playwright herself. The story was inspired by the events following the crash of Pan Am flight 103 on Dec. 21, 1988. I had forgotten that&nbsp; terrorist attack and had never heard about the "laundry project" that took place seven years later when the women of the town stormed the warehouse where all the effects of the 270 victims were stored, and undertook the task of washing the items and returning them to the families. The play in the tradition of Greek odes, was a very meaningful reflection on grief in its various responses, and emphasized the healing power of community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6MNHX2lUwlg/YYv8gtChNQI/AAAAAAAAcRg/Qnh1Do_J8O8vB--WMPLHPZKY6MSi7ietACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6MNHX2lUwlg/YYv8gtChNQI/AAAAAAAAcRg/Qnh1Do_J8O8vB--WMPLHPZKY6MSi7ietACLcBGAsYHQ/w357-h400/image.png" width="357" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of the week I worked very diligently on the next chapter of My Argentina story. That is hard work. I am grateful for what I learn from fellow writers. We have a Zoom meeting every Thursday and take turns critiquing one another's writings. This week we looked at a couple Christmas children's book proposals.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I liked the concept of a Jesus Tree decorated with ornaments that symbolize aspects of Advent--the coming of God into our world to dwell with us in our humanity. Then Saturday at a craft sale, I saw these unique decorations. Perhaps I'll try to have a Jesus Tree this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOX8Uqx1RflkSiDTwOjyEe2IxtUAncU_MSqJyQkgVbc0fC6TuUB98xh8hkfLCox48qdnfDjDZL-yhwZJ6iem6A9zan7Oh3XTA-ujbMt7HCIDQsz1vcYUxu0w32tWJNfualYIxTD2ryoP6ayoAHB1pA3Oh0uV8gd8JDN9LCFxZjO-bRMWshwx7JFe-5DQ=s499" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="499" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOX8Uqx1RflkSiDTwOjyEe2IxtUAncU_MSqJyQkgVbc0fC6TuUB98xh8hkfLCox48qdnfDjDZL-yhwZJ6iem6A9zan7Oh3XTA-ujbMt7HCIDQsz1vcYUxu0w32tWJNfualYIxTD2ryoP6ayoAHB1pA3Oh0uV8gd8JDN9LCFxZjO-bRMWshwx7JFe-5DQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been thinking much about the <b>gift of God.</b>&nbsp;Sunday was Reformation Sunday, remembering the great event when Martin Luther took a firm stand against the prevailing religious system which taught earning forgiveness through works or buying salvation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandson Malachi, gave his first sermon based on Ephesians 2:8 <span style="font-family: times;">"<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">gift</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">of</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">God</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">In our own church, I was touched by the message of <b>God's grace</b> in Romans 5:10 "</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For if&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">while we were enemies&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, . . ."</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;To think that we do not have to fix ourselves, clean up our lives before we come to Him. Indeed we cannot do it on our own. He has already made a way for us while we were still sinners, far from Him. And, not only that, the verse continues, . . . "</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">his life." He helps and enables us to live life fully here and now by His grace. An unspeakable gift indeed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">Speaking of gifts, Samuel our youngest was God's gift to us 43 years ago. I came across this memory. Sam called it "our first picture together."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij3luav60sIKzednnAf4DFAnP3fbjxZu-qNgFPHZ0p_k2-FvTZSh1B22hx9co2-uyiBhc-T7I9Q6DSqDjVJaiH_D5efZtlqp8PzbOEuZGNEKgOHZFFQNBWCINEVX8WnXJw3kluhA1p50i16fHJWxGnSSgJTQhSSD076tKLN3ejaxscz2-sw2bPIt5F7g=s576" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij3luav60sIKzednnAf4DFAnP3fbjxZu-qNgFPHZ0p_k2-FvTZSh1B22hx9co2-uyiBhc-T7I9Q6DSqDjVJaiH_D5efZtlqp8PzbOEuZGNEKgOHZFFQNBWCINEVX8WnXJw3kluhA1p50i16fHJWxGnSSgJTQhSSD076tKLN3ejaxscz2-sw2bPIt5F7g=s320" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were invited to their home for the birthday celebration.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Probably the best gift of the evening was a very moving song by an old friend who recalled how a memory of Sam-u-el got him through a tough time. Quite a tribute to what God has done in and through Sam.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5O1VkM4e0IpPSHDLcJhtotVlHPit_RRYz3TF99FsXusuz-biHuO1YeyxsgEI4m3aXgwG-RlRO39t08DBLbf1jaFFRLlaHE0BAVzTPl7Lkntmpn27_1dZGg2ar80EjlEwDN_H7ovoogTRTjwVCcJNjZp16xhL443GSf1JqG5j4h5ZmToJi1mmw8lcJ-w=s1059" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="1059" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5O1VkM4e0IpPSHDLcJhtotVlHPit_RRYz3TF99FsXusuz-biHuO1YeyxsgEI4m3aXgwG-RlRO39t08DBLbf1jaFFRLlaHE0BAVzTPl7Lkntmpn27_1dZGg2ar80EjlEwDN_H7ovoogTRTjwVCcJNjZp16xhL443GSf1JqG5j4h5ZmToJi1mmw8lcJ-w=w640-h320" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There were some other sweet moments: Diane enjoyed playing cars with a little guy and his mother; seeing the Hoch family after many years; and, my favorite, the interaction between six-year-old Winnie and Stephan, and her reaction to his jokes, "You're a weird man."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRveztfvtGPWvnm5TjwZ1pVCtauPeKdZGVPnoWSBE275Sr_-YBOzqrPrjC39RhMDESviDv_yeSQly9vKiO9C_8b_nYHysSQ1PHZbVqDyxPb-a-yz2rEj2FS1doWg6PXCqF9g0WkZIiZakPkzZP91O82O5Q1ogiof_iTaPfLxjKXrQqdYr6RU9ldyhBg=s1093" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="499" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRveztfvtGPWvnm5TjwZ1pVCtauPeKdZGVPnoWSBE275Sr_-YBOzqrPrjC39RhMDESviDv_yeSQly9vKiO9C_8b_nYHysSQ1PHZbVqDyxPb-a-yz2rEj2FS1doWg6PXCqF9g0WkZIiZakPkzZP91O82O5Q1ogiof_iTaPfLxjKXrQqdYr6RU9ldyhBg=w292-h640" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Winnie is quite a spunky little girl. She commandeered my phone to take some of the photos, like this one of the birthday man during the crazy Koch song.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL-u-jZt-c2glhptoWm2AJghXN44H_63MHDzdcUGOuDnzwf3ZX_dQiB9m95hiCXEYEUK0oXqRxyDspmtIedvWiJsHl6zkLPs0PkfMex5OfxJEXOS3SFoJOAaXKR4drBykKWB6p0KdfHNWshnGE5B7v_zlzuATpjVYbCeN1NjOPbLcu3SoGoU2LUwYl6A=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL-u-jZt-c2glhptoWm2AJghXN44H_63MHDzdcUGOuDnzwf3ZX_dQiB9m95hiCXEYEUK0oXqRxyDspmtIedvWiJsHl6zkLPs0PkfMex5OfxJEXOS3SFoJOAaXKR4drBykKWB6p0KdfHNWshnGE5B7v_zlzuATpjVYbCeN1NjOPbLcu3SoGoU2LUwYl6A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How have you experienced God's grace this week?</div></div><p></p> That Between-Holidays Feeling http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50186 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:ff7bb06d-6ef2-1310-2924-3fe60e1ef8ee Wed, 10 Nov 2021 09:04:03 -0500 The calendar gap spanning Halloween and Thanksgiving gives me that between-holidays feeling. Many, craving Christmas, skip it. Me? I want to slow down. With no more scary skulls, spider webs and zombies, why not continue the fun of pumpkins, cute scarecrows and gorgeous leaves? Another cause for celebration: colder weather brings comfort food — though [&#8230;] <p>The calendar gap spanning Halloween and Thanksgiving gives me that between-holidays feeling.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-cropped-chicken-and-pasta-g73062a2f7_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-cropped-chicken-and-pasta-g73062a2f7_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50191" width="249" height="165"/></a><figcaption>Image by Michael Shivili from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Many, craving Christmas, skip it.</p> <p>Me? I want to slow down. With no more scary skulls, spider webs and zombies, why not continue the fun of pumpkins, cute scarecrows and gorgeous leaves?</p> <p>Another cause for celebration: colder weather brings comfort food — though the official Comfort Food Day is December 5. Do holiday authorities really think I’ll wait that long for chicken and noodles?</p> <p>Fortunately, this influx of calorie-rich food is accompanied by baggy sweaters, lifesavers until New Year’s resolutions ruin everything.</p> <p>Not all between-holiday positives are unhealthy. Though the growing season is finished, carrots, still residing in our garden, will bless our table. Tomatoes and peppers rescued from frost glow in golden and red splendor before patio doors. Why my parents ripened garden produce on paper grocery sacks, I don’t know. But following suit recalls their love of autumn and determination not to let food go to waste.</p> <p>Rescue efforts during this between season include the migration of shivering, potted plants from porches to places inside. For plant lovers like me — and my longsuffering husband — this can prove challenging:</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920-917x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50199" width="338" height="377" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920-917x1024.jpg 917w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920-269x300.jpg 269w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920-768x857.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920-624x697.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-begonia-nature-g61dcf3c5d_1920.jpg 1290w" sizes="(max-width: 338px) 100vw, 338px" /></a><figcaption>Image by zbuhdalu from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Me:</strong> I can’t let this begonia freeze. It started blooming again. My zinnias. My herbs —</p> <p><strong>Husband:</strong> How many pots have you brought in?</p> <p><strong>Me:</strong> So far, only 37.</p> <p><strong>Hubby:</strong> Where will you put them? What will we do with them at Thanksgiving? You know Tate [our toddler grandson] <em>loves</em> plants.</p> <p><strong>Me:</strong> Let’s hide them in our room.</p> <p><strong>Hubby:</strong> <em>(resignedly)</em> Gives a whole new meaning to “flower bed,” right?</p> <p>Sadly, this between season doesn’t preclude yardwork. Not only should I trim perennials and compost withered annuals, but thousands of leaves wait to pounce on us. No raking deadlines are etched in stone, but this must be accomplished by Thanksgiving, right?</p> <p>As should major indoor cleaning. My chaotic office — drafted as a “spare bedroom” during the holidays — couldn’t provide overnight accommodations for a visiting chihuahua. Our neglected home dictates a major cleanup. However, we have six grandsons, ages 3 to 15. Given Thanksgiving and Christmas family gatherings, why would anyone possessing a brain cell perform such an exercise in futility?</p> <p>Wait.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-christmas-trees-1823938_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="246" height="199" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-christmas-trees-1823938_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50195"/></a></figure></div> <p>I, too, have shifted to pondering the holiday season. Thoughts of cooking, shopping and wrapping cram my mind like too many ornaments on a gaudy Christmas tree.</p> <p>Friends who are aliens already have completed shopping and wrapping. They’ve designed and frozen perfect cookies for Santa — plus enough for the entire state of Indiana.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-latte-caffeine-g06964723f_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211110-p-latte-caffeine-g06964723f_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50192" width="207" height="174"/></a><figcaption>Image by Pexels from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>But I still sip pumpkin spice lattes when I can find them. Savor that rare, soon-to-vanish feeling of having some money.</p> <p>Let’s enjoy between-holidays feelings while we can.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary</strong>: Are you in a hurry for Christmas?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Band Versus Choir http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50179 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3715e83c-9dc8-f091-8560-d4b4018b1816 Mon, 08 Nov 2021 08:28:15 -0500 O Lord, Thank You for these special band members who give time and talent to help make their group one of the best. OMG, You know their grandma, who was never so dedicated, stuck with choirs — who never had to march.      <p><strong>O Lord, Thank You for these special band members who give time and talent to help make their group one of the best. OMG, You know their grandma, who was never so dedicated, stuck with choirs — who never had to march.     </strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-AnnaSeniorYear-small.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="450" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-AnnaSeniorYear-small.jpg" alt="" data-id="50180" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=50180" class="wp-image-50180" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-AnnaSeniorYear-small.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-AnnaSeniorYear-small-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-JoeySophomore-b.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="450" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-JoeySophomore-b.jpg" alt="" data-id="50182" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-JoeySophomore-b.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=50182" class="wp-image-50182" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-JoeySophomore-b.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211108-JoeySophomore-b-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></li></ul></figure> An Under the Surface Warning http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2021/11/an-under-surface-warning.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:fef778a2-e839-03a6-ed25-14e2def5d6f6 Sat, 06 Nov 2021 09:49:23 -0400 <p><span style="font-family: times;">Under the skin. That is the phrase that has been used and misunderstood for years. Since the days the Beatles used it in a popular song that I sang as a second-grader, "remember, to let her under your skin..."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">What is under the skin cannot be seen, but is real and could manifest at any time. This is a source of many books and movies seeking to highlight the mysteries we all have run into. And now, the manifestation is happening within the community we call the Church.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">An article's title recently caught my eye about how the evangelical church is breaking apart and that Christians needed to </span><i style="font-family: times;">reclaim Jesus from his church</i><span style="font-family: times;">. "Hmm. Who would write such a thing?" I thought. So, leery-eyed I took the bait and read... nothing I didn't know, and felt for the past 24 months or so. But the following quote caused me to pause and reflect more than the rest of the article:</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>"But there’s more to the fractures than just COVID-19. After all, many of the forces that are splitting churches were in motion well before the pandemic hit. <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2021/10/evangelical-trump-christians-politics/620469/" target="_blank">The pandemic exposed and exacerbated weaknesses and vulnerabilities, habits of mind and heart, that already existed</a>."&nbsp;</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Jesus talked about things under the surface as well. He referred to the Pharisees being "unmarked tombs." So what, you might think, but if you wanted to be consistent in your attendance of worshipping at the temple, to walk over a grave was to make yourself "unclean." Hmmm. Unclean and you didn't know it. The state of being "unclean" was defined by God. An "unclean status" was in fact to keep the majority of the community uninfected by the disease of your uncleanness--so they were health-driven.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br />Paul warned about things under the surface and how things will be shaken so that what is inside can come to the top; or sifted away to reveal what is.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Don't get me wrong. I love the Church. I have always loved my church. I do not believe there has been a church I have been associated with I did not like. That did not mean that underneath were things needing to be challenged and changed.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><p style="font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: times;">On the other hand, perhaps I had a natural aversion to groups of people who were too unhealthy to be around... and I hope I naturally gravitated toward those healthier sub-groups. I do not remember politics being a topic of conversation (refreshing, huh!), nor race or really any of the "hot topics" of the day. Not because they were irrelevant; some were quite relevant, but they always took a back seat to the Main Driver of the show--Jesus. Leadership in those spaces always believed He was without rival. And for that, I am thankful. But there have been moments (moments, mind you) I have experienced like one T-shirt stated years ago, "Jesus, save me from your people."&nbsp;</span></p><div><span style="font-family: times;">There is nothing hidden from God. That is the kind of life I want to live before Him. And yet I fail. Being too harsh on others for their failures would be hypocritical for me. So I seek to keep my eyes on Jesus, not the skin, nor what is under it. Blame will not heal. Connecting to God is my only hope and the hope of the world. John 3:16 baby. John 3:16.&nbsp;</span></div></span></div> Last week of October https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/last-week-of-october.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4d9aff45-e6aa-f333-e22a-7c44636fbd60 Thu, 04 Nov 2021 15:31:42 -0400 <p style="text-align: left;"><span>&nbsp;</span>We do enjoy the cozy feeling and fragrance of candles on autumn evenings.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju6hZ6ajJB1b20ldhbLZhmLnxYOynHr5-q7u9yck44Xn9lZElSHy3k2_Px7qTVmXr33iXzkoY8rfYSxGSxRld9qBvfTRi2-8T69bvOMeJgMaYoLAzFKB2U_58JxrqsMMG9BVQLGfZlGjBtW9P1W8w9vlTWKcBZpUnDPCgCVA80Jr27Dz3mFaQby3erNw=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju6hZ6ajJB1b20ldhbLZhmLnxYOynHr5-q7u9yck44Xn9lZElSHy3k2_Px7qTVmXr33iXzkoY8rfYSxGSxRld9qBvfTRi2-8T69bvOMeJgMaYoLAzFKB2U_58JxrqsMMG9BVQLGfZlGjBtW9P1W8w9vlTWKcBZpUnDPCgCVA80Jr27Dz3mFaQby3erNw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autumn decor</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fall changes happened almost suddenly. These two pictures of what I see out of my window as I write, compare the color differences between the beginning of the week and the last day.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael went out to blow the leaves that blanketed the driveway. No longer had he finished when it was covered again. We looked out and saw them falling like rain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikYwPXel5V_--6WPEgHCR4yloMDwebr7H6hHqKm-fbNyPhvQ9_p8VHNOX48hIbrzLCqV0Kx1cjzwW1dE_UqLoU31bcYWhTF_CzIu2Iw7hhjKtJOD9GD41rJLtXINe2nq9JEerCBN87cT88V7vFajefDQZA57c5aprCQuDtf97K0aRt168Leg9xAIRyLA=s1606" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1055" data-original-width="1606" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikYwPXel5V_--6WPEgHCR4yloMDwebr7H6hHqKm-fbNyPhvQ9_p8VHNOX48hIbrzLCqV0Kx1cjzwW1dE_UqLoU31bcYWhTF_CzIu2Iw7hhjKtJOD9GD41rJLtXINe2nq9JEerCBN87cT88V7vFajefDQZA57c5aprCQuDtf97K0aRt168Leg9xAIRyLA=w400-h263" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan reminded us Monday at his dinner table of his great disappointment when he was a small child. I don't remember this, but he said that I explained that it was the first day of fall, which is when the leaves fall. He looked longingly and hopefully at the trees, but nothing was happening. That memory stayed with him to this day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For lack of photos, here are two oldies. Christmas cards we sent to family from those early days in Germany.When we arrived at Mike's brother Terry's, he had them sitting out for us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4jwJBKOSmdEXyhj3FuvLEehimOFP2OT781eInjZ8atr8-ZyfR21AaVKcdzRgSHjAY3YlY4Tk8L2yDp20Jio7HA-kiuiC5Ize-CfWzGws_k8U496fVEdhTZJMjSbbRH6_CX8HpaLcNXBz1-ct_KJSg6C0aULBF-TM-p9Tux2kl7jmL7Dpz3HSJaWO1DQ=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="960" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4jwJBKOSmdEXyhj3FuvLEehimOFP2OT781eInjZ8atr8-ZyfR21AaVKcdzRgSHjAY3YlY4Tk8L2yDp20Jio7HA-kiuiC5Ize-CfWzGws_k8U496fVEdhTZJMjSbbRH6_CX8HpaLcNXBz1-ct_KJSg6C0aULBF-TM-p9Tux2kl7jmL7Dpz3HSJaWO1DQ=w640-h398" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas 1971, and 1973</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've noticed that often when disposing of old photos and letters, they are returned to the sender. Do you do that too? In my case, I find them meaningful, the messages I wrote long ago help me put together the puzzle of different periods of our life story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cam across this photo last week, and it was especially meaningful because my dear cousin Ed, we called him Eddie, passed away October 29. He was only four months older than me. He was recently widowed, and leaves behind a young daughter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In this photo taken at the time of my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration, he is holding our granddaughter Kayla who is now 30-years-old.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4YNATIj9EOnOkRcwkSY9GRSKI0sNHTEjv7B_TU8CFmg7r6zC3QjU3CuY80LxBTqPzeC4b1gBvgHVZH3x72Hb4PY4WiOnO6fW2rQr9PHD9a7qcP8b3MuxR6-jQ5adHfPRhVML-uobW9SFu3SxWeTHQu5sUwyPgPT03Qrcrh6sfC372l5hoO0e11nWHvg=s1032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="759" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4YNATIj9EOnOkRcwkSY9GRSKI0sNHTEjv7B_TU8CFmg7r6zC3QjU3CuY80LxBTqPzeC4b1gBvgHVZH3x72Hb4PY4WiOnO6fW2rQr9PHD9a7qcP8b3MuxR6-jQ5adHfPRhVML-uobW9SFu3SxWeTHQu5sUwyPgPT03Qrcrh6sfC372l5hoO0e11nWHvg=s320" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a great article and photo: <a href="https://www.nolangroupmedia.com/mountain_advocate/former-union-college-president-edward-de-rosset-dies-at-77/article_4a94e1be-39a4-11ec-804e-3f9b229ef3ba.html">Former Union College President Edward de Rosset Dies at 77</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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEie7aoD_1DgzAFtsAK0mGDn-yQSEh_NFjL2N1EyE7OB1vTqnQs215v-EoPvQQv2k8b79Rebc546kb44Ee9pMqpPSQGQEJLwJtY7ZarIOBnJimykptPGps_f_4OO9dcpi0L_CdMiDzkd7vAH-cxGVP3Xy8KUQpsUpUABThYms3zl69i1ybSVRKXA-HkAcw=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEie7aoD_1DgzAFtsAK0mGDn-yQSEh_NFjL2N1EyE7OB1vTqnQs215v-EoPvQQv2k8b79Rebc546kb44Ee9pMqpPSQGQEJLwJtY7ZarIOBnJimykptPGps_f_4OO9dcpi0L_CdMiDzkd7vAH-cxGVP3Xy8KUQpsUpUABThYms3zl69i1ybSVRKXA-HkAcw=w640-h334" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael keeps busy all the time, but lamentably I have no photos to show of his work. The heating system at Stephan's house is complete now! Michael is now feeling the need to begin gathering in wood for our winter supply. Hopefully a couple weeks of decent weather will help.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I was scheduled to work at the Helping Hand store. I had fun interacting with the clients. This is a Taylor University Korean student who so enjoyed shopping and finding all kind of items that will help him survive his first Indiana winter. Here he is wearing or carrying them in bags or pockets.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZeshDvZYQ5BE4WbAOI4P0d1TQa8NLGU4zAaPG_sYan2W4uiUkBUUdYOR-yZyErsza2hp4Dvz1jpFcKJeb6ejmWHlL8Bz90wXx70s2N2w7USKVYC7vWFJG3Mz3hZr8LiakCWfehiVlJrG-xGKla5BkgOyawGvdWaegVev61PENGBaETaQmCgVNBRqgeQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZeshDvZYQ5BE4WbAOI4P0d1TQa8NLGU4zAaPG_sYan2W4uiUkBUUdYOR-yZyErsza2hp4Dvz1jpFcKJeb6ejmWHlL8Bz90wXx70s2N2w7USKVYC7vWFJG3Mz3hZr8LiakCWfehiVlJrG-xGKla5BkgOyawGvdWaegVev61PENGBaETaQmCgVNBRqgeQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid morning, when the crowd had died down, I had a surprise call from a high school classmate in Argentina. What an interesting conversation after sixty years!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had already agreed to help Kayla with the library Halloween party she was in charge of. Sadly, she was in quarantine and couldn't be there. However, she had planned and prepared so well that we seven helpers were able to pull off a very successful community event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was in charge of the station where kids had fun digging for hidden <strike>gumballs</strike>&nbsp;eyeballs in the <strike>spaghetti</strike>&nbsp;mess of brains.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Oi_BJzL6QWbxKK4QUkgV1F6qaYb-dHA5RnoyIjvbXwwHzAOn4nA-4Dcu9UPsUvv7rrxlbBoTPSeSpPXx5CSLN4PQ1930YE1Mcj3VdtFhzRhik9SkBdc9TPzbyOD7IyTT6Nj_n1Fr1C6h7Hr_OLSbMCo8eezFol3_u-dNmLeIbHPPw4FNkWr_H6wSsw=s728" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="728" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Oi_BJzL6QWbxKK4QUkgV1F6qaYb-dHA5RnoyIjvbXwwHzAOn4nA-4Dcu9UPsUvv7rrxlbBoTPSeSpPXx5CSLN4PQ1930YE1Mcj3VdtFhzRhik9SkBdc9TPzbyOD7IyTT6Nj_n1Fr1C6h7Hr_OLSbMCo8eezFol3_u-dNmLeIbHPPw4FNkWr_H6wSsw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course, one of my favorite moments was watching great grandson Kalani kicking around the balloons Tamara and I had painstakingly blown up. That was all he was interested in. A future soccer player perhaps?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLGhjFmIN1_DdTbiZcZ5kdbANeEB-eVWreh1m-TlgZrwB8DizqiV2LwaDaNirOSlcvpidrYwlgufJnUsKUEmtnwwzoVTCvJsi5Q2riTcLWEpfGOtIriPYOL9bThzeAp-2n5QfrtYguktr7QYXag7SlRkUHCt29zG4PeGB9ra6S6P0nWGZxliPpXkd9Xw=s933" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="826" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLGhjFmIN1_DdTbiZcZ5kdbANeEB-eVWreh1m-TlgZrwB8DizqiV2LwaDaNirOSlcvpidrYwlgufJnUsKUEmtnwwzoVTCvJsi5Q2riTcLWEpfGOtIriPYOL9bThzeAp-2n5QfrtYguktr7QYXag7SlRkUHCt29zG4PeGB9ra6S6P0nWGZxliPpXkd9Xw=w354-h400" width="354" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca could not be there, of course, but dressed up anyway. I stopped by after and handed some goodies through the door.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyB8UFO71hziWUD19NB3N1N5Hk2R7Z8YjUC6vbUHG7_ax0AtmDOHJdqq7w9QqtHqY-22Vy48LOb98h-pCf6O3RItplOfH_p2gdAqIT-ddYHY6exEtwlso6GycSjNDECexBnPVAiTPFa0ZC88TMkDpWYDYV_zKJBKo3r1l1-KJKg9LotNnUkrsb7VlYA=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyB8UFO71hziWUD19NB3N1N5Hk2R7Z8YjUC6vbUHG7_ax0AtmDOHJdqq7w9QqtHqY-22Vy48LOb98h-pCf6O3RItplOfH_p2gdAqIT-ddYHY6exEtwlso6GycSjNDECexBnPVAiTPFa0ZC88TMkDpWYDYV_zKJBKo3r1l1-KJKg9LotNnUkrsb7VlYA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, we enjoyed a Moriah-meal. Ever since someone gave us these unique plates, we've enjoyed "plated" meals.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGmypUhPOWNdjpqQEDrukmyC6Ao0y7O17sY_Yym4I2jLyWQi1k4_l2iDTORxU793N7nSYt7k_4Z74aKuNdwK8SpQEmnT6MOqVLG6qSwt2MxOL9fOpvrGPMakwb8GKvmOU9JjFSdjez4JCe_QqUCpsFEEvgWTE9OfvnJjjXkXXlt7C5eDT4bpmVKhBKQ=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="310" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGmypUhPOWNdjpqQEDrukmyC6Ao0y7O17sY_Yym4I2jLyWQi1k4_l2iDTORxU793N7nSYt7k_4Z74aKuNdwK8SpQEmnT6MOqVLG6qSwt2MxOL9fOpvrGPMakwb8GKvmOU9JjFSdjez4JCe_QqUCpsFEEvgWTE9OfvnJjjXkXXlt7C5eDT4bpmVKhBKQ=s320" width="155" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a lot of catching up to do. The young engineer is "adulting" quite well! And, of course, we had to play a few rounds of Splendor.&nbsp;</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gUwWt5-w64M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Classic Post: These James Whitcomb Riley Days http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50147 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:97681461-7a2c-68d6-2b4d-4b55347baab5 Wed, 03 Nov 2021 09:59:01 -0400 This post first appeared on October 11, 2017. My fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Baker, read James Whitcomb Riley poems, along with other Hoosier literature, after noon recess every day. She brought poems and stories to life in a way that made my ears and mind tingle. However, she enforced “rest time.” We had to lay our [&#8230;] <p><em>This post first appeared on</em> <em>October 11, 2017.</em></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920-717x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50152" width="299" height="427" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920-717x1024.jpg 717w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920-210x300.jpg 210w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920-768x1097.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920-1075x1536.jpg 1075w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920-624x891.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-school-g4114bda3e_1920.jpg 1244w" sizes="(max-width: 299px) 100vw, 299px" /></a><figcaption>Photo from Pixabay by Michelle Scott.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>My fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Baker, read James Whitcomb Riley poems, along with other Hoosier literature, after noon recess every day.</p> <p>She brought poems and stories to life in a way that made my ears and mind tingle.</p> <p>However, she enforced “rest time.” We had to lay our heads on our desks while she read, an indignity that smacked of kindergarten naptime. After all, we were nine-year-olds, soon to reach double digits.</p> <p>We didn’t need any dumb rest time.</p> <p>Decades later, I realized that after policing a playground resembling a crash derby without cars, then facing a similar classroom scenario, <em>she</em> might need the break.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-illus-ghost-reading-boo-gab00ee472_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="305" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-illus-ghost-reading-boo-gab00ee472_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-50151" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-illus-ghost-reading-boo-gab00ee472_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-illus-ghost-reading-boo-gab00ee472_1280-295x300.png 295w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Not all of Riley’s poems topped my “favorites” list. Braver classmates asked Mrs. Baker to read “Little Orphant Annie.” Why did they like those repeated references to “gobble-uns” that would get us if we didn’t shape up?</p> <p>I already slept with my knees near my shoulders to avoid giant spiders lurking at the foot of my bed. Adding gobble-uns to my nighttime freak-out list didn’t induce much sleep.</p> <p>Even more frightening, Little Orphant Annie had to do lots of housework.</p> <p>The James Whitcomb Riley poem I liked best was “When the Frost Is on the Punkin,” which celebrates autumn in Indiana. That poem tasted good, like tangy cider, and still does:</p> <p class="has-text-color" style="color:#7c3e07">“But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze<br>Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days<br>Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock<br>When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-PhillipsSR-pumpkin.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-PhillipsSR-pumpkin.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50150" width="790" height="666"/></a><figcaption>Steve and I harvesting our homegrown pumpkins.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>However, James Whitcomb Riley <em>never</em> would have received an A on a grammar test. He would have been the very first down in a spelling bee.</p> <p>Mrs. Baker and other teachers deluged us with homework, tests and even demerits to ensure my classmates and I spoke and wrote correctly.</p> <p>Yet my teacher read us his poems almost daily.</p> <p>Grown-ups never made sense.</p> <p>Despite my confusion, James Whitcomb Riley’s magic sang in my head and heart. A Hoosier like me, he wrote about the land and life I knew and loved. He instilled pride into us for who we were — kids in a country school in a county where farmers helped feed a nation and the world.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920-917x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50163" width="331" height="369" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920-917x1024.jpg 917w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920-269x300.jpg 269w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920-768x858.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920-624x697.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211103-p-morning-scarecrow-ge8586e3d5_1920.jpg 1220w" sizes="(max-width: 331px) 100vw, 331px" /></a><figcaption>Photo from Pixabay by Adina Voicu.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>His poems still resonate with me, especially on a crisp, fall Indiana morning with a shimmer of silver on my lawn, and gold, russet and scarlet leaves flying in the chilly, sunny breeze. James Whitcomb Riley still reminds me of all I cherish in my native state.</p> <p>Even if he didn’t know how to spell.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Did your childhood teachers read to you? What was your favorite read-aloud story or poem?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Glad to Have a Brain, Period http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50144 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:76feb50b-426c-3a94-3504-804335fd8d91 Mon, 01 Nov 2021 10:16:38 -0400 O Lord, What a privilege to watch three brilliant, left-brain generations combine forces to build extraordinary structures. And, OMG, thank You that this right-brained grandma can abdicate, drink coffee, and enjoy. <p><strong>O Lord, What a privilege to watch three brilliant, left-brain generations combine forces to build extraordinary structures. And, OMG, thank You that this right-brained grandma can abdicate, drink coffee, and enjoy.</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211101-SteveDavidJonahTheo-rotated.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/211101-SteveDavidJonahTheo-rotated.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50145" width="483" height="362"/></a></figure></div> Wisconsin travels https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/wisconsin-travels.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:99a5fe38-cd30-0b70-56cc-b24bedf2d20f Thu, 28 Oct 2021 09:16:00 -0400 <p>&nbsp;A small detail of nature that caught my eye as we strolled through a park during our travels. The pine and colors reminded me of Christmas. The thought comes often now that we are only nine weeks away. It's time to think of the traditional year-end later, greeting cards, and the family calendar I put together each year. Or is it time to give up some traditions?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCvGdanj6HLej-knaQ2IMBWkgKhgSfUq4oV1EohL6m6fDW48Wqaa7uYgUthGnpEbJlmclO_JTc1b9-yUVlesTYK51luoeD8foJMnSNmrb7eEJxlTzNw-oPit_kKlYlMyR2TyR2o0ZRR8bcQ1ExMatkgE1FA5BHcCjyD6ZXnCgaN3txpsjroAQrSFoyzQ=s1124" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCvGdanj6HLej-knaQ2IMBWkgKhgSfUq4oV1EohL6m6fDW48Wqaa7uYgUthGnpEbJlmclO_JTc1b9-yUVlesTYK51luoeD8foJMnSNmrb7eEJxlTzNw-oPit_kKlYlMyR2TyR2o0ZRR8bcQ1ExMatkgE1FA5BHcCjyD6ZXnCgaN3txpsjroAQrSFoyzQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, preparing for our trip to Wisconsin filled the early part of the week and meant rearranging some routines, but most definitely worth the getaway and the good times we had visiting family and even less known relatives.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div>The main purpose of the trip was to visit Mike's older brother and a sister. However, I put out a message on Facebook offering to meet with relatives in the area. Two first-cousins-once-removed responded eagerly. Both were mere acquaintances and felt like we'd never met, but we realized in conversation that we'd attended a couple family funerals ages ago. We truly enjoyed getting acquainted, sharing family stories and common interests.<div><br /></div><div>Wednesday night we spent at the Ohlingers. Jenn is the granddaughter of my 103-year-old Uncle Dan.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDe4OacepDIcMiV2GH0qZ64y4lXiwlWwhsvfe_FCvnhzLrcJik5oTrGwgq4-aUpm8FcyfNucPllk-vKpCvTsmguow2k_PLnULkXziWhj_JC4pn5_mR2sN-XL9Sj2NI6woHCfek3OYwNxA8B1_b5bqqtPaXIr0VhoxMXOXcMpZAJreBWX66egd05itFjQ=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDe4OacepDIcMiV2GH0qZ64y4lXiwlWwhsvfe_FCvnhzLrcJik5oTrGwgq4-aUpm8FcyfNucPllk-vKpCvTsmguow2k_PLnULkXziWhj_JC4pn5_mR2sN-XL9Sj2NI6woHCfek3OYwNxA8B1_b5bqqtPaXIr0VhoxMXOXcMpZAJreBWX66egd05itFjQ=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pete, Jenn, and Eliana</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They have an adopted daughter. She and I enjoyed drawing together and later watching her favorite show. I also watched a Zoom math class in progress. They have nine fun pets too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1VOW6zYaXJBgiw1a-TwFBOVQF8B3ikXDau0Mom-toQm2-AKdO14hPRLVdgAJPKKOFmZj4CgONFPBEHp6uBs6z97p281ij8hX0yAZPEdiHrU4-VEpAiRAfS12TfzcRPbA4gtTsH3VW4FNqeogo6rS0zRaaNUBaZd3FhOdZlNln9zTpymt7rtQ6Twpi_g=s728" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="728" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1VOW6zYaXJBgiw1a-TwFBOVQF8B3ikXDau0Mom-toQm2-AKdO14hPRLVdgAJPKKOFmZj4CgONFPBEHp6uBs6z97p281ij8hX0yAZPEdiHrU4-VEpAiRAfS12TfzcRPbA4gtTsH3VW4FNqeogo6rS0zRaaNUBaZd3FhOdZlNln9zTpymt7rtQ6Twpi_g=w400-h254" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday morning we proceeded on to Steven's Point to the older of the Koch brothers. Their cute little Riley gave us a very energetic exuberant welcome. It took him quite a while to settle down. Family fellowship was wonderful. The older we grow, the more precious these times become.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF35mcF5TY4XQhJ-Hvwb4eS-vVzOlIDxOSmv59sybKuW-6cMTxbAoMt0LbChfwjyEuc7-JdqItxVJRo-AkiVI7e9knh3WV3D8M2ziV9XGQ1YveBZk8TXmeRU4UwEtL3IMMgPdYh0c_UsKzfe5QkJyPJgdvsjy9J1GXNUO8yjycBbppLg_1liaKlT6jww=s796" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF35mcF5TY4XQhJ-Hvwb4eS-vVzOlIDxOSmv59sybKuW-6cMTxbAoMt0LbChfwjyEuc7-JdqItxVJRo-AkiVI7e9knh3WV3D8M2ziV9XGQ1YveBZk8TXmeRU4UwEtL3IMMgPdYh0c_UsKzfe5QkJyPJgdvsjy9J1GXNUO8yjycBbppLg_1liaKlT6jww=w366-h400" width="366" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Terry, Sandy, and Riley</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday's family visit was also very special. We were sad to find Nan in a lot of pain, but glad to bring her some hours of cheer and distraction. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy sharing family stories. We pray for relief from the pain and wisdom on how to proceed.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IS0ReN3YQhIsC9xwGazu6K7w9yNSzvnpfNV7ww-CyyxC-vw6hjJyqGEp4uBQKQVMX7qcTybh338ebAOlds0e0Tan8701wYG8lHwTwQ0LLMm2yrbxROmp_kTYu2z-rIPdAGRAtmkghpUupgQi1uHoFagd1VdIuW6DHG6ujE1LPpHjV5vy8CY3xKjueA=s728" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="728" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IS0ReN3YQhIsC9xwGazu6K7w9yNSzvnpfNV7ww-CyyxC-vw6hjJyqGEp4uBQKQVMX7qcTybh338ebAOlds0e0Tan8701wYG8lHwTwQ0LLMm2yrbxROmp_kTYu2z-rIPdAGRAtmkghpUupgQi1uHoFagd1VdIuW6DHG6ujE1LPpHjV5vy8CY3xKjueA=w640-h406" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nan and Don Rumlow</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If it weren't for the back and knee pain, Nan would be up and about caring for her unusual array of plants, shrubs, and blooms, and her beautiful home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Qf0urGCmuJcXQkFapG5XDIADhLXmEM1TFDtUQ13qeBwlraIgOWN0YdyuIKHqPqvlOkMZ7B3qdOPl0Z681yTbFdHGGCS5Mk6bFikA6lRsbTn_hUkWAwo8BEMXOR3Us0ff3I4-cgPdzqe_y21NYCiA30hPVDdQ-JY-TMO0umsO5_1kJqyAOpAAIlU2ZQ=s1357" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="1357" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Qf0urGCmuJcXQkFapG5XDIADhLXmEM1TFDtUQ13qeBwlraIgOWN0YdyuIKHqPqvlOkMZ7B3qdOPl0Z681yTbFdHGGCS5Mk6bFikA6lRsbTn_hUkWAwo8BEMXOR3Us0ff3I4-cgPdzqe_y21NYCiA30hPVDdQ-JY-TMO0umsO5_1kJqyAOpAAIlU2ZQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Purple Essence grasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Saturday morning we strolled along the shores of Lake Winnebago, the water was clear and calm. We could see the other side which reminded Michael of his mother and aunt walking along that ridge and other memories.&nbsp;</div><div>The weather was perfect for the installation of many light displays and wooden figures, the early seasonal decoration of the lakeside park.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgjartnYQtY5wLfOWd6q7-JBCZ1a4kHulscnQGtu8AEvAdykHeigoZse-zhAnXEZ9CWAhTH-weUy-ev7ltZzPtJL47LUjoA6FwRHCZLycElw1zk4l1-50n8K0hTXmGeDTYyGhmvwfSp5zpB24l9zUoHMN8XTK9y7mtlcNYzTD2GwrHVt0VowTTzJxt4A=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1200" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgjartnYQtY5wLfOWd6q7-JBCZ1a4kHulscnQGtu8AEvAdykHeigoZse-zhAnXEZ9CWAhTH-weUy-ev7ltZzPtJL47LUjoA6FwRHCZLycElw1zk4l1-50n8K0hTXmGeDTYyGhmvwfSp5zpB24l9zUoHMN8XTK9y7mtlcNYzTD2GwrHVt0VowTTzJxt4A=w400-h288" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As we walked along we came to a statue of Chief Oshkosh. Was that who Mike's late sister Carol had painted? Nan made sure we noticed the treasured painting before we left their house. We miss Carol. Many of the shared stories were about her.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi07rc_7Fhh-fb4G8aVodMAdlPlSuCOzO9iy7fTVVudnqGc9A3Ga9PF_w6kQxOKNSRMTL6H1lbhI8-sKJYp6_CRaxTM7zxsBAH0SzbIQGxit0xuJVGWwmzEbPEHLA4QS44rfUN81ArQ0ZP6nlYzACT5s6xY5WYT9-gB3I7ZFE4G7RyioOamWeyiscWtgg=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="1200" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi07rc_7Fhh-fb4G8aVodMAdlPlSuCOzO9iy7fTVVudnqGc9A3Ga9PF_w6kQxOKNSRMTL6H1lbhI8-sKJYp6_CRaxTM7zxsBAH0SzbIQGxit0xuJVGWwmzEbPEHLA4QS44rfUN81ArQ0ZP6nlYzACT5s6xY5WYT9-gB3I7ZFE4G7RyioOamWeyiscWtgg=w640-h440" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As we left the park I had to get a picture of the former hospital across the street where both Michael and Sam were born. It is now an apartment complex.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiB1d0SUMj52T1IQ7LzSHWbaIOfDOT2pGi6hpJSyPsSaIEvZRykDNYIJU_pg37y9CWka6TfyHDI7GQBrCbhwrGzvGemf-bLcP5QUCUfzsri5lppsHrzFdQOwh3owgViBTOvp-Tz62RXuuhvnFxoVqxiZpIv8oecp32CLRAbdMwxNZPiYEDhV6ViuleBtw=s914" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="914" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiB1d0SUMj52T1IQ7LzSHWbaIOfDOT2pGi6hpJSyPsSaIEvZRykDNYIJU_pg37y9CWka6TfyHDI7GQBrCbhwrGzvGemf-bLcP5QUCUfzsri5lppsHrzFdQOwh3owgViBTOvp-Tz62RXuuhvnFxoVqxiZpIv8oecp32CLRAbdMwxNZPiYEDhV6ViuleBtw=w400-h245" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of son Sam, I liked this action pic that showed up this week on Facebook,&nbsp; and also a paragraph about his skateboard business.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6COl-BJHTGXb_Q_cSg1NmIBxl0z7aHbV5PYIWixeWjVidfX05C8nO6Dd_Abq4f-BcZBtBjFm3tMBziXonONOOqSQlS4zsdzpeq591gc9y-5s-2jGtttig2R2X8Nu7VuzestHYRHkindRcy50DtkEQFVmRg8r06oBQ3ksRrX5Prtk8VwKhmc18iqckWg=s1352" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6COl-BJHTGXb_Q_cSg1NmIBxl0z7aHbV5PYIWixeWjVidfX05C8nO6Dd_Abq4f-BcZBtBjFm3tMBziXonONOOqSQlS4zsdzpeq591gc9y-5s-2jGtttig2R2X8Nu7VuzestHYRHkindRcy50DtkEQFVmRg8r06oBQ3ksRrX5Prtk8VwKhmc18iqckWg=w189-h400" width="189" /></a></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: times;">Life skateboards is the culmination of years &amp; years of hard work, trial &amp; error, jig building, tool design and build, testing, low tech engineering, skating, creating. Years and years in limbo between trying to make Life full time or keep relying on my woodworking, cabinetry, construction background. Life skateboards is literally two dudes in a workshop trying to make the best possible skateboard for every rider, every age, ever . . .</span></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had some time before the meeting with another little known cousin. Michael wanted to look for the house he had lived in for a time when a young boy, 190 Boyd St. The problem is that so much has changed, including the numbers of the houses. We stopped to ask a gentleman working outside. He'd lived there fifty years and was not aware of different numbers. They talked about Oshkosh places and people they might know in common. As a boy, he remembered going to Koch Sales (the family discount store) in Omro where he got his first maple candies! When Michael mentioned being involved in FIRST robotics as a mentor and his acquaintance with Oshkosh's winningest team, Wave Robotics, the conversation really took off. It happens this man is a mentor on that team!&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAqLML5bR5t-gqA4s-dRpj_OTK311joIjQGC94Sl2Fn2I7ZZQyCl-ZOQjPnOGmc8wjGM3W7Gd2OyyLg3nvQ-IMuuD_mm06Phk_8THgoVobX9eESwiSRWKk5v50mRNTMXnXQFCun5ciB5_tixbh9rbWs4PBaN6vwCyznsn3BpZnNRCYocz-2Dlxo7oRMQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAqLML5bR5t-gqA4s-dRpj_OTK311joIjQGC94Sl2Fn2I7ZZQyCl-ZOQjPnOGmc8wjGM3W7Gd2OyyLg3nvQ-IMuuD_mm06Phk_8THgoVobX9eESwiSRWKk5v50mRNTMXnXQFCun5ciB5_tixbh9rbWs4PBaN6vwCyznsn3BpZnNRCYocz-2Dlxo7oRMQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally it was time for our last visit. Heidi's grandfather, my mother's older brother Harlan lived in Neenah. He was the first of the Hirschy to leave us in his early 70s of a heart attack as he was mowing. Her father, Harlan II, my cousin, also passed away at a similar age and circumstances while shoveling snow.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Needless to say we had much to learn about each other's lives and families. Surprisingly, we could relate to one another in many areas, and the visit proved delightful, hopefully&nbsp; only a first.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcNtvn90b2He7_nkOwQSi-mSK9HgHvN5lrtt8OTWNLSbxIspm5uD25ZoUeNdtu_NpAsKer4kG38fdWdb9ra7DXA5fgtur1ykyaWSIgbSYr65h-pKwEP9SnXgquW5ySKR3JvcnWwprZMTi4BQDZcD6yctQHA19o0lFFex9AvqYfX9fviLp49psyYCbD6w=s874" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcNtvn90b2He7_nkOwQSi-mSK9HgHvN5lrtt8OTWNLSbxIspm5uD25ZoUeNdtu_NpAsKer4kG38fdWdb9ra7DXA5fgtur1ykyaWSIgbSYr65h-pKwEP9SnXgquW5ySKR3JvcnWwprZMTi4BQDZcD6yctQHA19o0lFFex9AvqYfX9fviLp49psyYCbD6w=w334-h400" width="334" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heidi Wyn and Dan Milner</td></tr></tbody></table><br />&nbsp;We headed home and arrived after midnight enjoying a good read, <i>No Compromise, the life story of Keith Green. </i>The entire trip I read aloud, even so we are only 70% through the book. It is captivating and convicting. Now we've begun to listen to his music. We were probably out of the country when he became a sought after Christian musician.&nbsp;</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdzRLw-l3CQ/YXmSzoQCLiI/AAAAAAAAcN8/ecB2GtfAWPE1MTLqbJu7m_WlBxclVIZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="328" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdzRLw-l3CQ/YXmSzoQCLiI/AAAAAAAAcN8/ecB2GtfAWPE1MTLqbJu7m_WlBxclVIZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="157" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;">What are your memories of the Keith Green era and his music?<br /></div><br /><p></p><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/I1gDRazB98M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Classic Post: Playing Hooky in October http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=50130 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:84cf025b-8793-83d7-7017-8d95e5c54047 Wed, 27 Oct 2021 08:37:45 -0400 This post first appeared on October 4, 2017. Is there anything more fun than sneaking a walk when you should be hard at work? Perhaps balancing the national budget, achieving world peace and losing four dress sizes rank above it. None of these, however, appear imminent. So, I pilfer little thrills, like kernels of candy [&#8230;] <p><em>This post first appeared on</em> <em>October 4, 2017.</em></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-corn-candy-gba0f63caa_1280-2.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-corn-candy-gba0f63caa_1280-2.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50136" width="400" height="265" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-corn-candy-gba0f63caa_1280-2.jpg 1000w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-corn-candy-gba0f63caa_1280-2-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-corn-candy-gba0f63caa_1280-2-768x511.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-corn-candy-gba0f63caa_1280-2-624x415.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Is there anything more fun than sneaking a walk when you should be hard at work?</p> <p>Perhaps balancing the national budget, achieving world peace and losing four dress sizes rank above it. None of these, however, appear imminent. So, I pilfer little thrills, like kernels of candy corn, when I can.</p> <p>Autumn’s tawny, sun-freckled face grins from every yard and field, a mischievous TP-er who messes with trees solely so we have to clean up many-hued clutter. Scraggly flowers, survivors with colorful personalities, mix well with show-off mums. Ragged, brown corn and soybeans look weathered and friendly as smiling scarecrows that guard small-town yards and grocery store produce sections.</p> <p>All mellow and unhurried. Autumn urges me to enjoy its relaxed aura while I can.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-1024x683-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-1024x683-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50133" width="658" height="438"/></a></figure></div> <p>Apple trees, however, awaken my laid-back senses. Loaded with plump fruit, they tempt me to borrow just a few.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-squirrel-g6f45c4d8c_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-squirrel-g6f45c4d8c_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50137" width="226" height="208"/></a></figure></div> <p>However, calling my husband to spring me from jail isn’t the best way to celebrate fall. Forcing my steps past, I promise myself a trip to an orchard.</p> <p>Squirrels, sociopathic larcenists, don’t worry about raising bail. They freely steal fruit, walnuts and acorns, which they hide in my flower pots — their personal storage units. Fall squirrels are like spring dandelions, fluffy and cute. I love both . . . in other people’s yards.</p> <p>All paths lead to the elementary school, easily evidenced by a trail of kid stuff: a flattened baseball hat; a pink bicycle abandoned near a stop sign; a plain strawberry Pop-Tart<sup>®</sup>, no doubt rejected because someone wanted frosted chocolate with sprinkles. Scholarly endeavors are verified by broken pencils and crinkled homework. How long has this rain-faded permission slip lain here?</p> <p>Rows of cars at the school speak of the commitment of teachers, administrators and staff. I pray for them, as the place — even when recess is not in session — emits energy unmatched by Hoover Dam turbines.</p> <p>Ditto for Taylor University. A substantial portion of its science building’s energy needs are supplied by geothermal, solar and wind power. However, the pulsating between-class rhythm of skateboarders, scooter-riders, cyclists and joggers who don’t even notice they’re jogging prompts another energy question: Couldn’t the remainder be supplied by students, who regard midnight as the start of prime time?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-combine-at-harvest-g0736e31e6_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-combine-at-harvest-g0736e31e6_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50135" width="301" height="163"/></a></figure></div> <p>I seek quieter streets, where I can saunter, unmolested by the vigorous and motivated.</p> <p>Instead, yards teem with home improvement projects and, on the town’s outskirts, farmers driving giant combines lumber into fields, braving clouds of chaff. All strive to complete their tasks before cold weather.</p> <p>In the face of so much diligence, goofing off is downright tough. I head for home.</p> <p>But that doesn’t mean autumn and I won’t try to play hooky tomorrow. …</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-autumn-road-g244e739ae_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/211027-p-autumn-road-g244e739ae_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-50134" width="672" height="448"/></a></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>What’s your favorite goof-off season, and why?</p> Week 42 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/week-42.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:af04c3ba-8317-4e82-ffa7-c736b66cdf0a Tue, 19 Oct 2021 15:50:16 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somehow cousin Karin faithfully puts together a lovely bouquet every week even when she says there are few flowers left. Thanks, again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCx0AY5J3_RkoyPDkvnLHVkcm6rE0ygXOUHYEBjQe5zQ10p4XvvOH8VZuboCghgljNhbPUF8m45Z6BRP6UmobUSZ9bvwo5cyLnokchoRzGKNSherbJvzEEqIIiTeAUnG4NdJXmP0AC2DAlTNSDA3M3WUqFcY3n7d9B38stzll7vbaij0_9xoHB6ebOMQ=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCx0AY5J3_RkoyPDkvnLHVkcm6rE0ygXOUHYEBjQe5zQ10p4XvvOH8VZuboCghgljNhbPUF8m45Z6BRP6UmobUSZ9bvwo5cyLnokchoRzGKNSherbJvzEEqIIiTeAUnG4NdJXmP0AC2DAlTNSDA3M3WUqFcY3n7d9B38stzll7vbaij0_9xoHB6ebOMQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, somehow, Michael musters up enough strength to keep tackling the many tasks that present themselves.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_9r75pQ88viP7y0q8PUc1FyZ50G7x-auZGYGaWo1n48KeLa9wecnje8wunQ8XenkegkcYEgTCwbgWDmugcqssTuian6cahX0LDc3Gpctjc3_8yJEEwXUEbD9IFgILxaPfZWWQRdUcSn4tDF3Tc3tKZnVM2YnBzAEO0L3-SbN0iwmMcETiHi9xFravNw=s1581" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1581" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_9r75pQ88viP7y0q8PUc1FyZ50G7x-auZGYGaWo1n48KeLa9wecnje8wunQ8XenkegkcYEgTCwbgWDmugcqssTuian6cahX0LDc3Gpctjc3_8yJEEwXUEbD9IFgILxaPfZWWQRdUcSn4tDF3Tc3tKZnVM2YnBzAEO0L3-SbN0iwmMcETiHi9xFravNw=w640-h294" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One job is almost done - the heating system at Steph and Karen's new house! He has repaired all the more obvious leak spots, but it will need to be checked with water when that is possible. Notice the well organized and labeled binder documenting the entire system.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Photo on right shows dry wall in-progress.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to see son Sam Monday night as well. He came to talk about the cabinetry he will be installing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbXm-xtbQtgfztYHl32R3IqXU5xhTEw0TMU7UAe1O_PYRRxsMQXrBPdJ2xN_USyPnPbQKI4nnwhc42UP3pl-SaI5-2Wbcf4VzCZf-tRvQeYGk6vxqhkvS1gldk5o26uMlmMyGU4UZvu5pioL_eZ5OBjMSwoHyIFELmYuKfYM3MctGa2VjsuAFuXNxbIg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbXm-xtbQtgfztYHl32R3IqXU5xhTEw0TMU7UAe1O_PYRRxsMQXrBPdJ2xN_USyPnPbQKI4nnwhc42UP3pl-SaI5-2Wbcf4VzCZf-tRvQeYGk6vxqhkvS1gldk5o26uMlmMyGU4UZvu5pioL_eZ5OBjMSwoHyIFELmYuKfYM3MctGa2VjsuAFuXNxbIg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>For further details check out Karen's weekly&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/10/16/electrical-hook-up-window-wall-planking-and-drywall-delays/">blog&nbsp;</a>report on house progress.</p><p>Leah's place had some fun pumpkin decor. Next, some will be painted and/or eaten.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYs7oZScBTE9YEyTtShVzMfgXDkpy1d_tUCmFZo4VodfzyJDPNc_ukotz5732u6CXb0oz1oz795BIc0ahJ3hwQ-jVqLKCVJkAEVPvi6KoVwEvdMggbBBrGBs8aJxlJcmDa1gRpz4cEzoVF8aDuhpHnDskN0FGhuuxOlWY4X31FmBHd5tn40VIK0BlnyA=s944" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="944" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYs7oZScBTE9YEyTtShVzMfgXDkpy1d_tUCmFZo4VodfzyJDPNc_ukotz5732u6CXb0oz1oz795BIc0ahJ3hwQ-jVqLKCVJkAEVPvi6KoVwEvdMggbBBrGBs8aJxlJcmDa1gRpz4cEzoVF8aDuhpHnDskN0FGhuuxOlWY4X31FmBHd5tn40VIK0BlnyA=w400-h290" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and a few backpacking buddies went to Low Gap Trail in Morgan Monroe State Forrest and spent Wednesday and into Thursday enjoying the beautiful outdoors and perfect weather.</div>&nbsp;<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEv5l4q4gvkH2kJP8bI4MtQLQNBFYhK0C730ZK5eLnCrvjl_ujNtmr1sXSCbMv6pCvuyph7msKEKEODnH6sqPlqV8vHSKiTg5HUWfn3TaBGHvyQ0KbRADqCIZ81Gk0VwK7hXI8HKw2PZTOpzpW5bD3IxBFXsV5kvKpeE_rPMizIJWOSNyPkmw_GebV7Q=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEv5l4q4gvkH2kJP8bI4MtQLQNBFYhK0C730ZK5eLnCrvjl_ujNtmr1sXSCbMv6pCvuyph7msKEKEODnH6sqPlqV8vHSKiTg5HUWfn3TaBGHvyQ0KbRADqCIZ81Gk0VwK7hXI8HKw2PZTOpzpW5bD3IxBFXsV5kvKpeE_rPMizIJWOSNyPkmw_GebV7Q=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Friday the 15th, was another of my self-imposed writing deadlines. Again, somehow throughout the two weeks, we managed to crank out another <i>capítulo - </i>in English&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/10/tents-and-temples.html">Chapter 16</a>&nbsp;"Tents and Temples", and in Spanish <i><a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/10/la-carpa.html">La Carpa</a>.</i>&nbsp;</p><p>Saturday, Our Town Upland sponsored the second annual Fall Festival. By the time I arrived, the family members I had gone to see were already leaving. Perfect timing to admire the pumpkins Rebecca and Kalani painted, get hugs and kisses, and <i>abuela's&nbsp;</i>mandatory photo.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifHna7G6FnbumoDDb1P6k0DKsJ9Ynv8E7-fSVgotpp_ACDUmfbFW_CkZPs3FXCSNYaPwyjy5o4wqP8Bn5I8xKA61fJV2OM5_ajc_ZMEWPCaBK-dk6D9jLXJgLKFebBd-Z4V4ShsG7VmaQnox89OCltTIkeFmlEnbgb5Jes_-XTsT8GwuSDZe9johcJfg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifHna7G6FnbumoDDb1P6k0DKsJ9Ynv8E7-fSVgotpp_ACDUmfbFW_CkZPs3FXCSNYaPwyjy5o4wqP8Bn5I8xKA61fJV2OM5_ajc_ZMEWPCaBK-dk6D9jLXJgLKFebBd-Z4V4ShsG7VmaQnox89OCltTIkeFmlEnbgb5Jes_-XTsT8GwuSDZe9johcJfg=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple days later this great action photo showed up on Facebook.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhDPgzhXABXuOMk3R8oBJ2BIlbG17q2HAdip1AKhqXZYdJan1w7uXa2cP8sJi51ZJwjZ5wObjaOl5TqU_xZOAgfDWBMckykaHsR5MGuKSiU-3B4zZ-MSiwkMUsAmBtzUIrMQORp6WymZThcOoyDbEx6-Hny435GVMyUpJWpH_KfmJPnAa2tsC8lr_fzg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhDPgzhXABXuOMk3R8oBJ2BIlbG17q2HAdip1AKhqXZYdJan1w7uXa2cP8sJi51ZJwjZ5wObjaOl5TqU_xZOAgfDWBMckykaHsR5MGuKSiU-3B4zZ-MSiwkMUsAmBtzUIrMQORp6WymZThcOoyDbEx6-Hny435GVMyUpJWpH_KfmJPnAa2tsC8lr_fzg=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank you Ashley Tibery and Our Town Upland!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That was all I'd come for, so I just went home, took a short nap and waited for the arrival of two grandsons coming to spend the night.<div>We had a fun time with Zion and Jude. I introduced Zion to a Let's Make Art watercolor tutorial. He picked the Piggy Pig out of many, many options because it had seemingly fewer lines and looked easier. It was probably more challenging than we expected but we had fun! I had missed doing watercolor, so thank you, Zion!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0I_fKjZueJiu717J877QeZwDFkxPvN3dYVp-KXUEX9oXoq-YXOrKl19ztGN2_BMa7yBY8zRjH7KIkUBumSKwK_AdFF6vG5MIf07rfDggxhMlZO61ursTnL6VgJ43cnB7YOpK9ydA-Q6RqUC5eZcDcSCP2YqNTEUAe6tsukpevV4phwkKRahfaMPYGKQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0I_fKjZueJiu717J877QeZwDFkxPvN3dYVp-KXUEX9oXoq-YXOrKl19ztGN2_BMa7yBY8zRjH7KIkUBumSKwK_AdFF6vG5MIf07rfDggxhMlZO61ursTnL6VgJ43cnB7YOpK9ydA-Q6RqUC5eZcDcSCP2YqNTEUAe6tsukpevV4phwkKRahfaMPYGKQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Jude preferred to explore the new video game he got for his birthday. We also played a couple games together.</div><p style="text-align: left;">Sunday morning Zion made us eggs for breakfast while Jude, showered and ready for church, continued to conquer some of the objectives of his game!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJzDDOtUm4VNL2zQ3xBzVyOKh_Ig6AO-SmUpiuLy-qnYvec2XfI0gN5H6plR7ERy5g-1YXUXrtYp9DvCaXWQmYDmezFi8gHJOb30eil2TrIdK-JyoS2lly7FhreGcJIlu029n2KzaG726s5bvF4ja4DqCqoqztEmr7D04aaaJgzk9DqxriqfJs1xAwlw=s944" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="944" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJzDDOtUm4VNL2zQ3xBzVyOKh_Ig6AO-SmUpiuLy-qnYvec2XfI0gN5H6plR7ERy5g-1YXUXrtYp9DvCaXWQmYDmezFi8gHJOb30eil2TrIdK-JyoS2lly7FhreGcJIlu029n2KzaG726s5bvF4ja4DqCqoqztEmr7D04aaaJgzk9DqxriqfJs1xAwlw=w640-h464" width="640" /></a></p><p>After church we needed to help Diane with a couple of malfunctions, so we drove to her apartment in Marion and then took her out to eat. Can you tell where?</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4IaAs90_o/YW2hcmIHKMI/AAAAAAAAcKY/Go_VA7v0sgE4HAi9jHghNKFROxvXmy8ZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="721" height="358" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4IaAs90_o/YW2hcmIHKMI/AAAAAAAAcKY/Go_VA7v0sgE4HAi9jHghNKFROxvXmy8ZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Next week we're looking forward to a bit of travel to visit relatives in Wisconsin. It will be nice to get away.&nbsp;<br /><br /><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/j9fxw2Zq4ks" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 41's Miscellany https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/week-41s-miscellany.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9e319b5d-2464-cc0a-3e0d-1927a66a6520 Wed, 13 Oct 2021 22:57:59 -0400 <p></p><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;">When I looked back on Week 41 there were hardly any photos. I listed the important happenings of the week as part of "remembering, reflecting, recording." (I read somewhere it's supposed to help you live a longer and more fulfilling life.) Even so, the weekly photo-journal came together once again. (Thanks to all whose photos I've "borrowed.")&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin sent this photo especially for me/us, a bright zinnia bouquet. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoK-T1fcndR1MIuaY5I5Vd_3Hpci9nztXKG3ZPCGuOLNYjWTVUDzfnsvnsuIL_IVJyNLNSoOcy4du8EHxOohL9YECAsTsmeaRnTxL0Bwm0emr77-N3vuURZf9H-U-Jm6yyQp_mSxunqNQ4xB7jw19vgoFWs9Z-ehIEJer6G0_2ZPwNJM1tfEXOUPs_gQ=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoK-T1fcndR1MIuaY5I5Vd_3Hpci9nztXKG3ZPCGuOLNYjWTVUDzfnsvnsuIL_IVJyNLNSoOcy4du8EHxOohL9YECAsTsmeaRnTxL0Bwm0emr77-N3vuURZf9H-U-Jm6yyQp_mSxunqNQ4xB7jw19vgoFWs9Z-ehIEJer6G0_2ZPwNJM1tfEXOUPs_gQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had asked sister-in-law Raquel for a selfie, after failing to take a picture of them when we were there last week. I received this happy family pic. Thank you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3FmJgH6_Vl8TPsJkJf3n0L8iyqEDIKWXhODLTn76L5zN7UHGH3vnY9VMP9rl8Qi3BQHwYtYgeb-ZKjQLaETVf6HHdczd_c9Jf0jSxsWNOcPPOMQ1Bs922nUwHU-3kjML4KmZYKxD3IUvPLdHdree_L91oYITYtMjCydrfB6PEeQ0JDugBVW1E1iclcA=s843" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3FmJgH6_Vl8TPsJkJf3n0L8iyqEDIKWXhODLTn76L5zN7UHGH3vnY9VMP9rl8Qi3BQHwYtYgeb-ZKjQLaETVf6HHdczd_c9Jf0jSxsWNOcPPOMQ1Bs922nUwHU-3kjML4KmZYKxD3IUvPLdHdree_L91oYITYtMjCydrfB6PEeQ0JDugBVW1E1iclcA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I promised to share more about our ultra eventful last weekend. Sunday evening, we celebrated Kayla's upcoming 30th birthday (Tuesday, October 5) with a fondue. This one photographic memory of the party reveals the serious decline of my photography, both in quantity and quality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhGl5gs6blugL3YFKYpFkiYZY6m6dj4DnZ2sgJg-89VnYWOGK-bDLbAKiI3O8Ew7wXSg6zTfPoi9H4x2Usb_MtIEI2WuNHnuhTPRHmg0bx9cTlPAKXItL62ycVq3qtZ0qCIUegkjhuara4br6MCIA0I5SSemwg2ETerac_7CKjDaqtp2_kxW1Va7CHBA=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="917" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhGl5gs6blugL3YFKYpFkiYZY6m6dj4DnZ2sgJg-89VnYWOGK-bDLbAKiI3O8Ew7wXSg6zTfPoi9H4x2Usb_MtIEI2WuNHnuhTPRHmg0bx9cTlPAKXItL62ycVq3qtZ0qCIUegkjhuara4br6MCIA0I5SSemwg2ETerac_7CKjDaqtp2_kxW1Va7CHBA=w640-h294" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As always, the littlest family member was the center of attention. Auntie Kayla is so good at leading little ones in song and movement. Kalani followed right along with The Itsy Bitsy Spider and Baby Shark.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp_iphk98aJm9ar-0miHVk7CfgeBQUtdiOulu34IWkisf-Z59PCgZRuYz_4jdlFKaHhZTfKJxa6MKG_NRFXwQ717A-sUd0eN7QoaH2NNAONCWS8pePat65rUNmiiKqkY-gvNMuWOK2QPtMkL_P1QUg3cx6QJveQOE8WqyBac-yJYtU_fpxl0cg36jmg=s620" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="620" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp_iphk98aJm9ar-0miHVk7CfgeBQUtdiOulu34IWkisf-Z59PCgZRuYz_4jdlFKaHhZTfKJxa6MKG_NRFXwQ717A-sUd0eN7QoaH2NNAONCWS8pePat65rUNmiiKqkY-gvNMuWOK2QPtMkL_P1QUg3cx6QJveQOE8WqyBac-yJYtU_fpxl0cg36jmg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I managed to get in only one longer walk this week.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-ra7O-wRb2hto5_VfrVDwHaMT5Hs9D3GPeDuP0ckRw3htWbYMfhKm5LUTSJTQ8VTUUmolWsuuLV77OLDT7HjqucRzfc4YzFrptQLNHVX47h9n0CavdlVOGxhrfmOICwL-_odpB0EM1xN7N61GoYQONCuym2T4-HM6-un9_u8oqzK7WBEC9OunxKVmLA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-ra7O-wRb2hto5_VfrVDwHaMT5Hs9D3GPeDuP0ckRw3htWbYMfhKm5LUTSJTQ8VTUUmolWsuuLV77OLDT7HjqucRzfc4YzFrptQLNHVX47h9n0CavdlVOGxhrfmOICwL-_odpB0EM1xN7N61GoYQONCuym2T4-HM6-un9_u8oqzK7WBEC9OunxKVmLA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I try to observe seasonal changes--the colors, new growth, things I hadn't noticed before.&nbsp;<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiINJrhwKfG1LLLAmrSuR4s3frKgzO0Jc7zOQ3NCT1xGi-z0kRXN3M_WVIzVyi-1cbMm4jAF0WKFmX38In1dM37LM8CByB8ZSvQ-rTh_EbUBZEjv1IlmfxVesEjxhrtep0ODIl5BjmpmoXPN1feqZC1ZEBCLKCz__Ipli6S-ayUvK5_J6LjwitYUa4rPw=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="917" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiINJrhwKfG1LLLAmrSuR4s3frKgzO0Jc7zOQ3NCT1xGi-z0kRXN3M_WVIzVyi-1cbMm4jAF0WKFmX38In1dM37LM8CByB8ZSvQ-rTh_EbUBZEjv1IlmfxVesEjxhrtep0ODIl5BjmpmoXPN1feqZC1ZEBCLKCz__Ipli6S-ayUvK5_J6LjwitYUa4rPw=w400-h229" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've also been preparing the outdoor potted plants for wintering indoors. I rescued some little spider plant starters and had fun using Michael's pottery experiments to grow them in.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidZnmcAeR5_0_LaWAwcWQtIMi8jdiU4TXgB1C-Ahiv8h7DgTZepSH9eXIZFr6csjk2LCWLdnSTpYEvnsnGRStjFA0rxGxs2bAp247RDKC036LBzRGfEiKItCX09A5Tfes5y9kDkjayypJj5aqYt1NRUA7Xa7lZN7y6LHpsgvb3gWKodU43ZTwjQOMHnA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="960" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidZnmcAeR5_0_LaWAwcWQtIMi8jdiU4TXgB1C-Ahiv8h7DgTZepSH9eXIZFr6csjk2LCWLdnSTpYEvnsnGRStjFA0rxGxs2bAp247RDKC036LBzRGfEiKItCX09A5Tfes5y9kDkjayypJj5aqYt1NRUA7Xa7lZN7y6LHpsgvb3gWKodU43ZTwjQOMHnA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I discovered that the mums planted last fall came back and blossomed. I was taking a picture of them at the same time that my friend in Argentina sent me a pic of their spring flowers.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4KjU7-N5GJRxGj-N2aVMv2NgCTnso_ppt-QQ2v-x2-Bd1JeUCCeZHCHK2pkEZMmSNTShzh20WKpRwmR7me52CtWJu_Vbh5ICDL8lIUq_80AdAZOWkMq0a9GyCpPBCdmJHwtDCD9LFuxtN3FJCs_l7jeFGGKKj0SBwjfbZkcuYdsDH2To7XWIpNOTcKw=s1242" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="693" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4KjU7-N5GJRxGj-N2aVMv2NgCTnso_ppt-QQ2v-x2-Bd1JeUCCeZHCHK2pkEZMmSNTShzh20WKpRwmR7me52CtWJu_Vbh5ICDL8lIUq_80AdAZOWkMq0a9GyCpPBCdmJHwtDCD9LFuxtN3FJCs_l7jeFGGKKj0SBwjfbZkcuYdsDH2To7XWIpNOTcKw=w224-h400" width="224" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was one more birthday in the family this week. Friday the 8th of October Jude turned nine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCDW3LKheAnyDLoovZZT8PIJ37Qu2IOEqqLuE8K4mkm12A1rvClnivoWuckt_IeXq3FLvUTUgzlbduFy32kj74mLz71wYD4WEVwKqGN69tdy0eifidLwjpat-K-4Vf_qqKus3CGEdHfavlVaJuPdH1DhIxd5-nr8RQBlNqG1ebTKoZ7FtPCSdvl4hX2A=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCDW3LKheAnyDLoovZZT8PIJ37Qu2IOEqqLuE8K4mkm12A1rvClnivoWuckt_IeXq3FLvUTUgzlbduFy32kj74mLz71wYD4WEVwKqGN69tdy0eifidLwjpat-K-4Vf_qqKus3CGEdHfavlVaJuPdH1DhIxd5-nr8RQBlNqG1ebTKoZ7FtPCSdvl4hX2A=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Stephan was in Holland, Michigan, over the weekend, carving pumpkins for a fall festival. I love this fairy tale ensemble. How many of you know the story? He was surprised that some passersby did not. Most onlookers complimented his work and preferred it to the typical scary Halloween themes.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKxkdwnpnXiujSNbFkJwwsDz9_0ywJw-uVrRsjEULziA8-3WvvrZ-w0HkSI86JHYR3hItiS45NzKSWwlODYxpbeeOdDmynI66KUlUBHIh6TgEGaaTecrKUcZ7FZFv0hzSWEaHYnAblYAkIkS48fSRVXYt9B1WdDbAr1SCiie4HQcu4xFZiAbYVxyT-UA=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="917" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKxkdwnpnXiujSNbFkJwwsDz9_0ywJw-uVrRsjEULziA8-3WvvrZ-w0HkSI86JHYR3hItiS45NzKSWwlODYxpbeeOdDmynI66KUlUBHIh6TgEGaaTecrKUcZ7FZFv0hzSWEaHYnAblYAkIkS48fSRVXYt9B1WdDbAr1SCiie4HQcu4xFZiAbYVxyT-UA=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum . . .&nbsp;<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>During the week the spray foam insulation was installed in Stephan and Karen's new house. They tell me it was fun to watch. Next comes the dry wall.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_GVN99IvvA8sQPW0jPwE8QdfhIspr09vY0UZ5Xtklb4LNMi6aX7dnFGO0SOSnY6SllDLsTDdhEeKp2XdxYDRewDBBoP-QSBVjcma9ZSTrqt_8cj905Ob3invGsxktWsBoYJZIn_wOmhE7ptsQgIfOEJHRN2jyTABBN9d21QpqNnnnl6XMXR1NaWK-aw=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_GVN99IvvA8sQPW0jPwE8QdfhIspr09vY0UZ5Xtklb4LNMi6aX7dnFGO0SOSnY6SllDLsTDdhEeKp2XdxYDRewDBBoP-QSBVjcma9ZSTrqt_8cj905Ob3invGsxktWsBoYJZIn_wOmhE7ptsQgIfOEJHRN2jyTABBN9d21QpqNnnnl6XMXR1NaWK-aw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah came Friday evening to spend Taylor Homecoming here. She drove straight from work and looked very professional. She brought and cooked a wonderful meal for us. It is hard to believe that I did not take any pictures that day of such a splendid occasion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning I woke up early enough to go for the Homecoming 5K. Moriah wanted to join me, but had to go to Dollar General when it opened at 8:00 and buy appropriate shoes. The good news was that the race was scheduled for 8:30. The bad news was that they changed the route from in town to the Taylor cross country trail, and she couldn't find it. Nevertheless, she persisted and arrived 10 minutes after the start of the race, ran it backwards to meet me and we wogged (walk/jog) together! Wasn't that sweet!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I saw this dad ahead of me carrying his child but never knew if and when they finished. I was the last one and by that time the party was over, everybody except the organizers had left.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRkxtGYRb3pQfv8LSpXpV6Qco5_Pfn8x3M7KEpD0z-KPV7dwk4_c_7h9bOCRgE5ux1EDW3eOuhJi53eA8wZAPBMbxwHhFVROHDAlKntnuZ_Ds-vVVvaW3hADVBimFznj1PcHrs_L8XXjsTBxl4ttLwGii8h4R-tk1bYQLRHjoSTldmc5P9ui0QWWUcag=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRkxtGYRb3pQfv8LSpXpV6Qco5_Pfn8x3M7KEpD0z-KPV7dwk4_c_7h9bOCRgE5ux1EDW3eOuhJi53eA8wZAPBMbxwHhFVROHDAlKntnuZ_Ds-vVVvaW3hADVBimFznj1PcHrs_L8XXjsTBxl4ttLwGii8h4R-tk1bYQLRHjoSTldmc5P9ui0QWWUcag=w340-h400" width="340" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Michael was at Stephan's place in case the dry wall delivery and crew had any questions or needed anything. But, in the evening we were all home again and managed to play Splendor together like old times. I finally remembered to capture the moment.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghGZ3ae3pvqQ5z96UFIpco2fGCAsiAXRyHZtb3uKgHPGkSl3AibPI0c94wsdFzNWR3KUdhSRScutAwkmJ7Iov45aEwXhRYIRzxW86ijVnJI_wGTQXtv9Jp7b56rdoXUa_qf_uo0OvMVD_gF3ZFoEFQmy8aVr7HY0eBW7sG3IpamCbIO3GY26n2LEas_g=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghGZ3ae3pvqQ5z96UFIpco2fGCAsiAXRyHZtb3uKgHPGkSl3AibPI0c94wsdFzNWR3KUdhSRScutAwkmJ7Iov45aEwXhRYIRzxW86ijVnJI_wGTQXtv9Jp7b56rdoXUa_qf_uo0OvMVD_gF3ZFoEFQmy8aVr7HY0eBW7sG3IpamCbIO3GY26n2LEas_g=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We even took a selfie before she left Sunday morning. Ah, but I still regret missing the lovely plated meal and Moriah's professional engineer look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8c9gHUVLLxTbvVLwEbmZR_0xKV592SXnPkPwtexQjdWr1dKSibJhMcq1cKeB7mQGTQc5FHo98lv5oh1K2HxtC9MIapMcHQ0uQfIp2QKd-4CfFxVQWlbze3pVdN5ce_XrencxbTjcg_CTak8g4TsCAmzQZ8Ziy48nxbM6C-Qkn4R2VBFwuE619C-NwwQ=s765" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="765" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8c9gHUVLLxTbvVLwEbmZR_0xKV592SXnPkPwtexQjdWr1dKSibJhMcq1cKeB7mQGTQc5FHo98lv5oh1K2HxtC9MIapMcHQ0uQfIp2QKd-4CfFxVQWlbze3pVdN5ce_XrencxbTjcg_CTak8g4TsCAmzQZ8Ziy48nxbM6C-Qkn4R2VBFwuE619C-NwwQ=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oFP2Bg8I-Ks" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 40 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/week-40.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:cc046f8a-6e76-79f4-b653-1e0fd80c4111 Wed, 06 Oct 2021 14:35:14 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbw5PTb-GI0zWSn3FR91My0U8QEkr3oBVAllXqcpTeC1K0fqdEEvtI6xmLk8smUTWHJpn05OPgbhqtuv2tlUBzksXCVIZVXNN4sDxZ-WV1mLf1yL9Wr1XKzRBvWAgDWemsoEQb1fbTcqukeylV6e5xjPlRbasTvSF3KROr0nN7HDS2HMtiDgr3q8UlxA=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbw5PTb-GI0zWSn3FR91My0U8QEkr3oBVAllXqcpTeC1K0fqdEEvtI6xmLk8smUTWHJpn05OPgbhqtuv2tlUBzksXCVIZVXNN4sDxZ-WV1mLf1yL9Wr1XKzRBvWAgDWemsoEQb1fbTcqukeylV6e5xjPlRbasTvSF3KROr0nN7HDS2HMtiDgr3q8UlxA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Week 40 seemed rather routine, until the exceedingly event<i>full</i> weekend. Not many photos to represent our daily activities.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Much of the time, I was intent on preparing chapter 15&nbsp; of <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-bible-coach.html">My Argentina </a>and <a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/el-coche-biblico.html"><i>Mi Argentina querida</i></a> for publication on Friday, October 1. It can be tedious work and results are not always perfect. These self-imposed deadlines may be stressful at times, but certainly help me accomplish some life goals.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael's focus was the ongoing installation of the heating system in Stephan and Karen's new house. That too, requires great perseverance--faulty parts to be returned, leaks that need repaired, constant checking, keeping on day after day. And finally, the documentation of the entire floor heating system! What an impressive document Michael is putting together! The end is near!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgREPT8A-NPyKkzmu2_2bfMFcrJeANX6g12Aldjgvf12DCIJCl1KDiYs7ZiJjO_fWnPlmjkiBG8tBp7hOYF7rmjM2RkxxHHVxBXnZq_KZM-LS5h-oHu38U4aw8fPDMPEOofNqgjgEjSFfj1IjczOy41xAb-Ii4JUn5yBjeWWelysvAGxFNM9CNBpXxajw=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgREPT8A-NPyKkzmu2_2bfMFcrJeANX6g12Aldjgvf12DCIJCl1KDiYs7ZiJjO_fWnPlmjkiBG8tBp7hOYF7rmjM2RkxxHHVxBXnZq_KZM-LS5h-oHu38U4aw8fPDMPEOofNqgjgEjSFfj1IjczOy41xAb-Ii4JUn5yBjeWWelysvAGxFNM9CNBpXxajw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I took Leah to the Cancer Center this week, and after that we happened upon an opportunity for extra provisions for her household: a tailgate distribution of surplus items by Second Harvest. We waited over an hour (or napped) in one of the long lines of cars.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEJuqzg33r_bLI8E6YnSTz88qodsq-uZILlz78xWTD-MKPG_gqOhpkb6SWyB07B02TIu_CZXG0uPFphoWpeS4QZaxiMFaGRPPfJdDO8KJlWZtXN2-BlP1Rzo02vZcWk-j1VbW_gh7xID4HT7JS1Fh8QTYSft8Ohp9D04Tlm_aev3dofw07WUKvrhkHRg=s654" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="654" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEJuqzg33r_bLI8E6YnSTz88qodsq-uZILlz78xWTD-MKPG_gqOhpkb6SWyB07B02TIu_CZXG0uPFphoWpeS4QZaxiMFaGRPPfJdDO8KJlWZtXN2-BlP1Rzo02vZcWk-j1VbW_gh7xID4HT7JS1Fh8QTYSft8Ohp9D04Tlm_aev3dofw07WUKvrhkHRg=w640-h346" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among the items loaded in our car, were a great quantity of these cute little pumpkins. I microwaved a couple, scooped out the seeds and mashed the rest with butter and brown sugar. Delish! I imagine we'll have fun painting many of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiclJTN7gi-psFs2aM-5--ycMzBFK-SRosR_W2sO-9YNZ8mLe0D5NgPzrAKgX6mhSGfYOSxWYgnme-k4KkgwAOjUmQBV-V5-91u01rL6yNVaZwBkg2jKLQx4fhG5wKzu7I5DqLC_qAW4baq0pvACrkMJTW6gLuGfeqHTT-Hjok3vp-lcuKNN6LIH8MEVw=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="960" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiclJTN7gi-psFs2aM-5--ycMzBFK-SRosR_W2sO-9YNZ8mLe0D5NgPzrAKgX6mhSGfYOSxWYgnme-k4KkgwAOjUmQBV-V5-91u01rL6yNVaZwBkg2jKLQx4fhG5wKzu7I5DqLC_qAW4baq0pvACrkMJTW6gLuGfeqHTT-Hjok3vp-lcuKNN6LIH8MEVw=w200-h166" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was fascinated by the bouquet at our table at The Bridge Cafe and learned about these blooms using my SEEK app. But more importantly, I enjoyed conversation with my friend Petey. I am so grateful for our friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipAD5M11CU7dQEi2WLZNbkCYByC5gt8thB8wmQqo45CxaP8q-jNAnRSFHAtIOnVPxing0MiIXnecTvgsALvczSCGzOIjipURA0PJlSvhqa8eYKspvi9v0lCGa8zIjI5gOsFSlAF_qOYnP5qydDSdHThZn2ayF0mM-0-0PQfJgrhTxMieHL0uQkJ9tD3A=s1396" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipAD5M11CU7dQEi2WLZNbkCYByC5gt8thB8wmQqo45CxaP8q-jNAnRSFHAtIOnVPxing0MiIXnecTvgsALvczSCGzOIjipURA0PJlSvhqa8eYKspvi9v0lCGa8zIjI5gOsFSlAF_qOYnP5qydDSdHThZn2ayF0mM-0-0PQfJgrhTxMieHL0uQkJ9tD3A=s320" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening, I got to see Rebecca! It was the first meeting of Basics. Since she moved up from Basics Jr., I did too. It was fun being a volunteer, an errand person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMKnMS6xNLPtzoF9SXq7a2_eiR1zzQHvM8bqEktAewwlTRmWY6xvZujmsjBdDf8uECyM3GJMQJAg4D_dh-hhbf_Rs-NUJnMn543swmLKjhZUASHbYJiL1H2J-_rFipxmCYeXSRcOuCVidI1DslejI_RbVTZnj8w9UMj62QyHxXtoBaQKFea2IyPHq3w=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="656" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMKnMS6xNLPtzoF9SXq7a2_eiR1zzQHvM8bqEktAewwlTRmWY6xvZujmsjBdDf8uECyM3GJMQJAg4D_dh-hhbf_Rs-NUJnMn543swmLKjhZUASHbYJiL1H2J-_rFipxmCYeXSRcOuCVidI1DslejI_RbVTZnj8w9UMj62QyHxXtoBaQKFea2IyPHq3w=s320" width="219" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYW2MhVmOnkwyanQejk72_i5qzmU6k2eLkjed9GqE6mEIznZ5TY21XRzs11mIIBJsqRvcrOLWAQ75TQEOhM5AQaHw6DOOlnGZGMOgFxh7FfSCQ1R24t74aBx89Al42qEUP2of5vdp0OGnKllmwbleXl9OJNqtzMDQ4NHVBOsLiguFkW5K8y8sdAoWA4Q=s1298" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1298" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYW2MhVmOnkwyanQejk72_i5qzmU6k2eLkjed9GqE6mEIznZ5TY21XRzs11mIIBJsqRvcrOLWAQ75TQEOhM5AQaHw6DOOlnGZGMOgFxh7FfSCQ1R24t74aBx89Al42qEUP2of5vdp0OGnKllmwbleXl9OJNqtzMDQ4NHVBOsLiguFkW5K8y8sdAoWA4Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now let me list the many events of the weekend:<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Friday, Michael and a dozen or more guys camped overnight on Stephan and Karen's property in the back open area close to the woods (and the outhouse!). They tented, cooked, played ball, some swam in the pool, and then gathered around the fire ring and shared man stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael prepared, brought and served a large breakfast the next day.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Saturday afternoon, we drove to Winona Lake for one of the Grace Homecoming events, an alumni dinner. The sixth president, Dr. Katip, now in his last year, shared many interesting stories of his journey with Grace schools.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixaIX3TyJbqYfPfN0HSiOqyUcV8Ew0mf1mBV6O-LvHJJw9FxHrbHDgoYHthi4A-Oahyu_jF16FbXjvhNiVYKkC5UMejYEeyDi9u5x6lhzOVrkDqqjKvCHuCGIoqWhuG2_xGeI0Ga2Om1n1Zq94pdSciMVDXr4_FGnbXpWzjeSDUt14ggldE9elFgerbQ=s903" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="903" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixaIX3TyJbqYfPfN0HSiOqyUcV8Ew0mf1mBV6O-LvHJJw9FxHrbHDgoYHthi4A-Oahyu_jF16FbXjvhNiVYKkC5UMejYEeyDi9u5x6lhzOVrkDqqjKvCHuCGIoqWhuG2_xGeI0Ga2Om1n1Zq94pdSciMVDXr4_FGnbXpWzjeSDUt14ggldE9elFgerbQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We will never forget the time Bill and his wife Debbie stopped to visit and pray with our family at the hospital after Malachi's serious accident. Even more meaningful is the fact that they were on their way back from a memorial for their eight-year-old grandson who died in a fire.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--We spent that night at my brother Alan's and got to visit and catch up with him and his wife Raquel and their two foster children.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5eV8eaYELj-HhTEFmVvKYLz7S9Lb-6WjKmjQ0fg_iukawrHbGBUKAWh0yVMx7UX02drOoCEARngWGFaNFu8FtH0yxtNeNH8SFbN_LHQM3_rlxkV-CprCKxm2yi6acJAIWwPJD_l5vDev_IwdFZYR4-KQOOl2-mvP2aJzlT2mKHgQQu5kJQABZF75-fw=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5eV8eaYELj-HhTEFmVvKYLz7S9Lb-6WjKmjQ0fg_iukawrHbGBUKAWh0yVMx7UX02drOoCEARngWGFaNFu8FtH0yxtNeNH8SFbN_LHQM3_rlxkV-CprCKxm2yi6acJAIWwPJD_l5vDev_IwdFZYR4-KQOOl2-mvP2aJzlT2mKHgQQu5kJQABZF75-fw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Sunday morning we were so blessed to go to church with Malachi and Lexi (they live next door to Alans) and then spend time with them afterwards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggTOfI_7AmCRN7Rh1YdRyVMCwKVOclIZL6n_VsFeL-ZXJiRSdEjrJv8VPCAxN3fJG7_FBg9YQYvuNTVW-DeDEh9fZXJc67TlLQ3HJwt5rUkpaABHAcpZDMHY_O9GalZzNt_TjasuONZqnaajJS5ymuP0QNm3uh00Phi3u_BW_jKyMZaiXoUibuw9mYQQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggTOfI_7AmCRN7Rh1YdRyVMCwKVOclIZL6n_VsFeL-ZXJiRSdEjrJv8VPCAxN3fJG7_FBg9YQYvuNTVW-DeDEh9fZXJc67TlLQ3HJwt5rUkpaABHAcpZDMHY_O9GalZzNt_TjasuONZqnaajJS5ymuP0QNm3uh00Phi3u_BW_jKyMZaiXoUibuw9mYQQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's more to the event<b style="font-style: italic;">full </b>but I think I'll save that for the next post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The promise of Deuteronomy 33:25 proved true again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"><b>As your&nbsp;<i>days</i>&nbsp;— so shall your&nbsp;<i>strength&nbsp;</i>be!</b></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">" Deuteronomy 33:25</span></div><p></p><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/SlAwNRFI1oM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Autumn Fun https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/autumn-fun.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d4fbaa8d-7bd7-de8b-6afc-abe9c5178d58 Wed, 29 Sep 2021 16:42:38 -0400 <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We are enjoying the beauty and bounty of Autumn.&nbsp;</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6tt-TthqC2SynLJi_kS0c1_INm6XisQxaWoLKEsTyqJKZylrQXKsvVAsJPIRJuoP4Dqh6hyApvRrqCMydsgmomnZ5fRxdSBpHBZXTBIR3Yx72CffhCwM03LJzHB0UmQInSAHtTDhBj4RHosqDyp36XznG5rcJdv1eEthfyCRsyn74AZ3iLUhx_zqpGQ=s1080" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6tt-TthqC2SynLJi_kS0c1_INm6XisQxaWoLKEsTyqJKZylrQXKsvVAsJPIRJuoP4Dqh6hyApvRrqCMydsgmomnZ5fRxdSBpHBZXTBIR3Yx72CffhCwM03LJzHB0UmQInSAHtTDhBj4RHosqDyp36XznG5rcJdv1eEthfyCRsyn74AZ3iLUhx_zqpGQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Tennessee Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No photos to show for Monday, nor much productivity to speak up. I was so absorbed in a John Grisham audiobook,&nbsp; <i>A Time For Mercy</i>, that little else blogworthy was accomplished.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, at a board meeting that evening, I was invited to pick apples at a friend's place on our road.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Jane and I decided to go there on our walk and relieve the apple tree of some of its heavy burden. Ever since, I have been trying out different apple recipes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitUl_31uV1roGxlzn82neyoarTanXe7nEkdAEYRrLM8OJU7eYdH4J2dpql1uOZWogt4NNlLKSpKD500pDbLduDXzWdIymerJELhAIof-rAaVOuajcleCufd48KejWOxgWEt7E12fbwBgY7iudOOzPOG1mOdJwnWILKmxvx4vE7RRW35ux6SGzFj04W6w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitUl_31uV1roGxlzn82neyoarTanXe7nEkdAEYRrLM8OJU7eYdH4J2dpql1uOZWogt4NNlLKSpKD500pDbLduDXzWdIymerJELhAIof-rAaVOuajcleCufd48KejWOxgWEt7E12fbwBgY7iudOOzPOG1mOdJwnWILKmxvx4vE7RRW35ux6SGzFj04W6w=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla, who works at the local public library, started a weekly Wiggles and Giggles class for little ones from 1 to 5 years old. I happened to be nearby so caught a glimpse of the fun activities she has them do. I could've benefited from joining in, but was a little embarrassed to do so at my age.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FHLQzIVQiVrZe2v8Rt2_klkHilLRs7CCt09jUJ_f6L8O9Xfc5eCI-MDbX4GCG5at6MeCPxZQVXRsYGdbWHXG0G1djTXHBYJT5hZiGeN5DJ7yTuWAgLCeZjxTEnhcbMb1e8vruYQNPz5zjeSGfnjP-RpY6lKlgO6rG1avg6PYJrpi7pn3PjXiOW4aIw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="2048" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FHLQzIVQiVrZe2v8Rt2_klkHilLRs7CCt09jUJ_f6L8O9Xfc5eCI-MDbX4GCG5at6MeCPxZQVXRsYGdbWHXG0G1djTXHBYJT5hZiGeN5DJ7yTuWAgLCeZjxTEnhcbMb1e8vruYQNPz5zjeSGfnjP-RpY6lKlgO6rG1avg6PYJrpi7pn3PjXiOW4aIw=w640-h357" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael continued work on heating installations of Stephan's new house for most of the week. But Friday we took off on an overnight backpacking trip with friends from long ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We took the Salamonie Bloodroot Trail. The weather was perfect. The exquisite beauty of paths lined with goldenrod and other autumn blooms blessed my soul.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkdxgnwJ5wtvkBUugD-HAf6TbKEQhPid9sB2KLn0MQIH4OPbBZP3qVnxld2mjh7qlVfj6u0ZfUP7Qgu-AYT-8HTBEv0dfAYKKwNoDnku_QSZ6Rq64tgm62BfLDfdchhWfiqWUA6Gxe7SzhSLsdHmjsZBMa1RnqsrQvY1YJmEEeebWv31sFtR5IdkmQ3g=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1833" data-original-width="2048" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkdxgnwJ5wtvkBUugD-HAf6TbKEQhPid9sB2KLn0MQIH4OPbBZP3qVnxld2mjh7qlVfj6u0ZfUP7Qgu-AYT-8HTBEv0dfAYKKwNoDnku_QSZ6Rq64tgm62BfLDfdchhWfiqWUA6Gxe7SzhSLsdHmjsZBMa1RnqsrQvY1YJmEEeebWv31sFtR5IdkmQ3g=w640-h572" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRAMZFzuZAta2k1tqhY-2FOyNXDen7DXOgHLG5yodfFtikkY1cnjptapujlpLjuhKvJSSzSWSI6nkEI0jd2I0Mc5dpLvwTgmrPTMCSWRUUEbLN3tbPmvronv1Sn-lcghMJ30ScGjAXfR8Dvv4zOJwCxPis_hu4_stpH7cHpxOrM-RDlJHY6-Ysg259Tg=s2654" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1185" data-original-width="2654" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRAMZFzuZAta2k1tqhY-2FOyNXDen7DXOgHLG5yodfFtikkY1cnjptapujlpLjuhKvJSSzSWSI6nkEI0jd2I0Mc5dpLvwTgmrPTMCSWRUUEbLN3tbPmvronv1Sn-lcghMJ30ScGjAXfR8Dvv4zOJwCxPis_hu4_stpH7cHpxOrM-RDlJHY6-Ysg259Tg=w640-h286" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Resting and settling in at #2 primtive campsite with Bill and Jane Hemmick.<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGvnopKEgoqjXwUPx3jtP5bsuaJW8o0oV87JxOH2-mVpxqZmDaKXfjHU4kGEbAUjCn0WNoUMMFdzmyhEaHRqr2Q-Okw04P61tsXcTqJm9ZYPpSzomKeGwxy1-gGeFA5xrSt0ueKG5NDMIie38Dr1di3hHJa_8tMYkyFRkmM51kMsnHJVkl3gFyTqtqg=s2463" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2463" data-original-width="955" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGvnopKEgoqjXwUPx3jtP5bsuaJW8o0oV87JxOH2-mVpxqZmDaKXfjHU4kGEbAUjCn0WNoUMMFdzmyhEaHRqr2Q-Okw04P61tsXcTqJm9ZYPpSzomKeGwxy1-gGeFA5xrSt0ueKG5NDMIie38Dr1di3hHJa_8tMYkyFRkmM51kMsnHJVkl3gFyTqtqg=w248-h640" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We ate, hiked another two miles without backpacks to explore the area, built a fire, played games, watched the moon come up, and talked non-stop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI1DKUVU-t0GGE7c8XJEeIITJ0coMzXjFBkFbcSjYCOscfkxpIkuEa7rqhINOvJh4zlKJ0H8THvhHeKkuOqtSbPv_CrPK9RQ4Ay783LedBOvnz2HEDN5nAZEqAhrqXhCoLROt1yS6JKWC0YmE63DgnijaPOR9G51ICi_MxCaJEuLfu7A8WesLNWj6Hgg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="2048" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI1DKUVU-t0GGE7c8XJEeIITJ0coMzXjFBkFbcSjYCOscfkxpIkuEa7rqhINOvJh4zlKJ0H8THvhHeKkuOqtSbPv_CrPK9RQ4Ay783LedBOvnz2HEDN5nAZEqAhrqXhCoLROt1yS6JKWC0YmE63DgnijaPOR9G51ICi_MxCaJEuLfu7A8WesLNWj6Hgg=w640-h464" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On our way back out the next day we tried a couple different paths, and encountered some formidable obstacles. This huge vine-covered tree must have fallen not long before.&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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOwFWfFvk0zXeAt6SL3sA-HdHkjK_l48yaXfWsxc09Gek_qL5fOK4GyAUR87oozNwtjqxcCdpsOMTPKiDARUrf-AIlfcLKIr4Eh0iWWUJxM8PZUec3s_c8QfVx01HQC67_FG5ETRxaT4BPJx_NLc5dZ3GEAukRuyJz1NsN2ppC5-lCKr3GYxhLpympyg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1814" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOwFWfFvk0zXeAt6SL3sA-HdHkjK_l48yaXfWsxc09Gek_qL5fOK4GyAUR87oozNwtjqxcCdpsOMTPKiDARUrf-AIlfcLKIr4Eh0iWWUJxM8PZUec3s_c8QfVx01HQC67_FG5ETRxaT4BPJx_NLc5dZ3GEAukRuyJz1NsN2ppC5-lCKr3GYxhLpympyg=w566-h640" width="566" /></a></div>Some people look like movie stars even the second day. I, on the other hand, was hesitant to walk into a restaurant on our way back to civilization.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyh6szx-fvLqoQpilr2Wjx3OwB5Kh80ZBFiOT428s0gEAsmaSefM05XiSg6VQi8oPIjMdfzqsGGkIHeUz562y33V1Uk-accZgW40NDi-t6YSkHWhxzdGgTOKHq3dMKkkym9e1QuTDlPnaF8VWuHxb6sZUZ82piwV7J3mftZ2k1A6W3w8XylLiW-kYZw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1487" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyh6szx-fvLqoQpilr2Wjx3OwB5Kh80ZBFiOT428s0gEAsmaSefM05XiSg6VQi8oPIjMdfzqsGGkIHeUz562y33V1Uk-accZgW40NDi-t6YSkHWhxzdGgTOKHq3dMKkkym9e1QuTDlPnaF8VWuHxb6sZUZ82piwV7J3mftZ2k1A6W3w8XylLiW-kYZw=w400-h290" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger and tiredness prevailed, however, and we went to Nick's Kitchen (on the right) in Huntington.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiX0e3WZCkSH8EIA_oYTT1nPnwBoQjZgxnDEoSZKC_0FQQR9muZ6l7xYJdxKTRbKaNLwJ793IYcUhcxwrgcRK-RQu7Lork0eUj_Go5hH61FzWD25tNzkbgrMDgUjaQaESIsb06GL2Bf3dm4aXXdlhCpqYl5Zy-402SYHP92Tgka9TPrcBfZl4_ZzDiGA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiX0e3WZCkSH8EIA_oYTT1nPnwBoQjZgxnDEoSZKC_0FQQR9muZ6l7xYJdxKTRbKaNLwJ793IYcUhcxwrgcRK-RQu7Lork0eUj_Go5hH61FzWD25tNzkbgrMDgUjaQaESIsb06GL2Bf3dm4aXXdlhCpqYl5Zy-402SYHP92Tgka9TPrcBfZl4_ZzDiGA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was reminded that my father pastored a church in this town some 78 years ago while a student at Grace Seminary. Hmmm. . . wish I could learn more about that time and place. I do remember Mother saying that a table and chairs we inherited from them were given to them by my Hirschy grandparents while they lived in Huntington.<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Dq6wlLHKplg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: How to Create Style Tags https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/09/24/lets-get-tech-y-how-to-create-style-tags/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:807e9d07-81fe-8709-ff43-373361469376 Fri, 24 Sep 2021 19:46:40 -0400 Hey you guys! I did a thing! I created a YouTube video on my very own YouTube channel that now has exactly ONE video! It&#8217;s taken a while, but YES, YouTube! In many of my previous tech-y posts, I&#8217;ve talked about how to work in Microsoft Word in order to prepare a manuscript to the [&#8230;] Last week of summer. https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/last-week-of-summer.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:eddef043-ace6-4ee7-77b5-a7f192cf47a0 Wed, 22 Sep 2021 15:34:21 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These beautiful blooms planted in July were nearly buried in weeds.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC-fJLYfzw/YUoE9DTOEFI/AAAAAAAAb_c/1ZR_iJEtGDYUJ-9kRARAlvTnNdYgNZnuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241475703_10101265445430626_6279590453078453842_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC-fJLYfzw/YUoE9DTOEFI/AAAAAAAAb_c/1ZR_iJEtGDYUJ-9kRARAlvTnNdYgNZnuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241475703_10101265445430626_6279590453078453842_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The lovely Blakely girls, our favorite landscaping crew, weeded and mulched the flower garden by Leah's house last week. Just received pics this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SED7pSRAZx8/YUpIucxUWYI/AAAAAAAAb_o/f11S7cIOafY_fLi0SdY5t_7J1lmRJ9izwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1421/flower%2Bgarden%2Bmulched.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1421" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SED7pSRAZx8/YUpIucxUWYI/AAAAAAAAb_o/f11S7cIOafY_fLi0SdY5t_7J1lmRJ9izwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h338/flower%2Bgarden%2Bmulched.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I finally picked up last week's paper that had my article.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE5ow849Pj0/YUpJLowChPI/AAAAAAAAb_4/oTGOUk0MkuQNEYgB6OVPYRUJl8UVSlFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s916/242621986_10101269618088586_415548722423228677_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE5ow849Pj0/YUpJLowChPI/AAAAAAAAb_4/oTGOUk0MkuQNEYgB6OVPYRUJl8UVSlFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w336-h640/242621986_10101269618088586_415548722423228677_n.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X_Hhr_sm9zU/YUp5rLm1BNI/AAAAAAAAcA4/hgw04h5HKQ4I2RAwqdhW8IzBr2uSn2GZACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Jane and I enjoyed our Tuesday morning walk. We explored areas of the Taylor U campus that we had not seen before.<br /><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X_Hhr_sm9zU/YUp5rLm1BNI/AAAAAAAAcA4/hgw04h5HKQ4I2RAwqdhW8IzBr2uSn2GZACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WSWCExJUB60/YUp5zcOcSyI/AAAAAAAAcA8/uMdrBn2oRHAGLR46qvdJxNN4xljeSf31ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WSWCExJUB60/YUp5zcOcSyI/AAAAAAAAcA8/uMdrBn2oRHAGLR46qvdJxNN4xljeSf31ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael put in long hours at Stephan's every day, and stops at Menard's once or twice a day for more parts.&nbsp; He is working on the radiant heat control panel at this time. Father and son are focused on the inner workings of the house (heating and plumbing), not pretty or showy, but oh so important!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For more about the ongoing progress on the house, see Karen's weekly <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog</a> updates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udeNJhbzKk8/YUtEAYObhfI/AAAAAAAAcBI/gifS-K35x5Eunku7K1DoCkmm1M0wAs6BQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udeNJhbzKk8/YUtEAYObhfI/AAAAAAAAcBI/gifS-K35x5Eunku7K1DoCkmm1M0wAs6BQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/dsc01780.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My work is to write. In March I began posting two chapters each month--the 1st and 15th are my self-imposed deadlines. Wednesday was the scheduled publication of&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/births-and-beginnings.html">chapter 14</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The task has become more demanding as I ran out of pre-written chapters, and now my primary source, my parents' letters, has dried up.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to give time each day to the process of furthering the story of my early childhood in Argentina.&nbsp;</div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Determine scope, content and theme of the chapter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. Research the sources, historical context, relevant photos and theme-appropriate Scripture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Compose the narrative, edit and revise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Schedule to publish on <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Send English version to friend in Argentina for translation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. Edit, discuss and come to an agreement on any changes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Post and schedule publication on <a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/">Mi Argentina querida</a>.</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, at the beginning of the week I was working on steps 6 &amp; 7 for chapter 14. And then began immediately on chapter 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later in the day come the chores--cooking, cleaning, etc. In the evenings when we finally are together, we sit in our favorite recliners, watch Jeopardy and some other show. That's when I knit a few more rows of whatever project is on hand. Eventually, stitch by stitch, there is a finished product. I truly enjoy making something useful out of scraps. This came from a massive pile of tangled yarn I found at the Helping Hand store. Not sure where it will go now. Perhaps to a program that helps out children in foster care.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e23yUr7FNTA/YUpJWTqa3zI/AAAAAAAAb_8/uXIvGpnb5WowoIlZcGdOIHOzR_ii3VTZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/242673848_10101269618108546_1410077559245972826_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="960" height="235" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e23yUr7FNTA/YUpJWTqa3zI/AAAAAAAAb_8/uXIvGpnb5WowoIlZcGdOIHOzR_ii3VTZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242673848_10101269618108546_1410077559245972826_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see what's wrong with this outfit?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday was Kristie's birthday. A couple days later we were privileged to visit them in their new house and see two of Sam's pendulum paintings. Wow! He is quite the artist.</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/-RPQScBoy5fw/YUpKzho0njI/AAAAAAAAcAM/ol-UL3R-NCc_selCsiTvB450IwybFTItgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1539/BD%2Bart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1539" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPQScBoy5fw/YUpKzho0njI/AAAAAAAAcAM/ol-UL3R-NCc_selCsiTvB450IwybFTItgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/BD%2Bart.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;">Saturday was an adventure-filled day. Michael was going to go bicycling alone. I suggested we go hiking together. I was thinking of the cross-country trail. In an effort to make the adventure comparable to his usual 80 to 100 mile bike rides, he planned a route through our woods, across the road to another woods, to the cross-country trail, then the road to another trail and walk home. I asked how long that would take. What he hadn't counted on was that over the summer the paths he knew were all overgrown. He was leading me into the jungle! When we came out on the first road, we just walked home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTUJWTN7j4/YUpLCmXZlTI/AAAAAAAAcAU/OYeCaBYMZuQT_1AqvnNWtt39zXIZidVaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1421/jungle%2Bhike.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1421" height="541" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTUJWTN7j4/YUpLCmXZlTI/AAAAAAAAcAU/OYeCaBYMZuQT_1AqvnNWtt39zXIZidVaACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h541/jungle%2Bhike.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Early afternoon, we had some delightful little visitors. Kalani is fascinated by the wooden duck decoys.</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/-w9NbKjG3J_M/YUpLcxBosrI/AAAAAAAAcAk/sLzFpCgMRNoETp1Qlr2Xk_Z4iQoUKi4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1581/gt%2Bgrands.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1581" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9NbKjG3J_M/YUpLcxBosrI/AAAAAAAAcAk/sLzFpCgMRNoETp1Qlr2Xk_Z4iQoUKi4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/gt%2Bgrands.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Three grandboys arrived soon after to spend the night. We enjoyed an afternoon of games and fun.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>They stayed back that evening when we went the wedding of Stephan and Karen's neighbor, Jasmine. For years now she has been a regular at Monday Night Dinner, so we've all become good friends.</div><div>The ceremony took place in the front field of Stephan's property.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdeX0__h6go/YUpLXGR4StI/AAAAAAAAcAg/2F8qJX9sk14yLBJZcc_IFHaOVF5v5ATNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1680/Jas%2Bn%2BChris.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1680" height="458" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdeX0__h6go/YUpLXGR4StI/AAAAAAAAcAg/2F8qJX9sk14yLBJZcc_IFHaOVF5v5ATNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h458/Jas%2Bn%2BChris.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wedding arch; the couple; Boomer, the ring-bearing dog&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We sat next to this lovely lady with the golden hair. The sun shone so bright. Karen's hair glistened like gold.</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/-ComzIqCEFB4/YUpLow2RpII/AAAAAAAAcAs/yQkeP5HDp84dUCZzl4EQs8TQvfexAuNPACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/242529526_10101269618881996_433738442654460284_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ComzIqCEFB4/YUpLow2RpII/AAAAAAAAcAs/yQkeP5HDp84dUCZzl4EQs8TQvfexAuNPACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242529526_10101269618881996_433738442654460284_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a fun evening. And when we got home, the boys were still alive and awake. Elijah had prepared a tasty egg dish.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon, we took the boys home and toured the new house. It was wonderful to spend the afternoon catching up with one another.</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/-JrWRkF2IsoY/YUt2lTkHsvI/AAAAAAAAcBQ/OuvVMBooRw0iCmOX0pQK0dvvvDf6Z09TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s587/Sam%2Bhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="587" height="335" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrWRkF2IsoY/YUt2lTkHsvI/AAAAAAAAcBQ/OuvVMBooRw0iCmOX0pQK0dvvvDf6Z09TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h335/Sam%2Bhouse.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The boys brought out the new musical instrument in the family, Zion's trombone. My Dad would've loved this scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb3fazaQUEU/YUt-X-naw2I/AAAAAAAAcBY/_qWhlcMH27o4xzZB2fkOwWVJnkUnk4lUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1900/trombone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1900" data-original-width="1581" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb3fazaQUEU/YUt-X-naw2I/AAAAAAAAcBY/_qWhlcMH27o4xzZB2fkOwWVJnkUnk4lUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w333-h400/trombone.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/jjaEDdWC17g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> To Write a Wrong Review https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/09/15/to-write-a-wrong-review/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:1719cbc7-08d6-e8f3-dac0-d45213302e00 Wed, 15 Sep 2021 18:35:12 -0400 A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer&#8217;s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting. After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/09/15/to-write-a-wrong-review/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">To Write a Wrong&#160;Review</span></a> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img data-attachment-id="1512" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/51ejujezoal-_sy346_-1/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg" data-orig-size="224,346" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="51ejujezoal._sy346_-1" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=194" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=224" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=224" alt="" class="wp-image-1512" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg 224w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=97 97w" sizes="(max-width: 224px) 100vw, 224px" /></figure></div> <p>A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer&#8217;s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting. </p> <p>After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to the hotel, I feigned interest in the art on the walls and strolled casually in a circle. </p> <p>And so I might have done for hours. Except Jen saw me. She introduced herself and invited me for coffee. She chatted about writing, asked me about my story, and banished the lost lamb feelings. </p> <p>So while I do love her books, I also count Jen as a friend.</p> <p>Here is my review of her latest book: </p> <p>Ever since I was introduced to Daphne in <em>To Steal a Heart</em>, I have been excited to read her story. I was not disappointed.</p> <p>As someone who has also experienced writer’s block, I could identify with Daphne from the very first page. Soon, a kleptomaniac parrot and a pirate dog joined the cast and hurled me into a story that was by turns hilarious, madcap, poignant, and mysterious.</p> <p>I was excited to see the return of many characters from the first novel. From a love-struck poodle (in the midst of an epic romance with the pirate dog) to the enigmatic heroine&#8217;s friend who is never seen without her widow&#8217;s weeds and veils, the supporting characters were each unique and entertaining.</p> <p>Although funny, the novel touches on some serious topics and features a heroine trying to find her courage. Themes of unanswered prayers are examined. I also really appreciated that Daphne was a strong female character who used her intelligence and creativity to solve the mystery.</p> <p>I highly recommend this book, and I can’t wait to read Eunice’s story. Seriously, why is she hiding behind those veils?</p> <p>I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.</p> <p>I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did.</p> Festivals https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/festivals.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ded9d02c-260c-906f-f2b7-b44989462aec Tue, 14 Sep 2021 20:32:22 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Beauty is all around, changing with the seasons. Here again, a delightful bouquet from Tennessee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weekend was all about the Upland festival--yard sales, food vendors, Saturday rib fest, Sunday chicken noodle dinner, ice cream socials, fire works, a 5k race, and culminating with the Labor Day&nbsp;parade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I debated long, should I participate in the 5k this year or is it time to give it up. Michael's example of bicycling 80 - 100 miles per week, encouraged me to keep on keeping on as long as physically possible. So, Monday morning I set out early for the annual race. The sunrise was beautiful and the weather perfect.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alternating between a run and a walk, I managed to finish in 46'09" and earned a third place medal. However, it was not quite fair in that everyone else was competing with their five-year age range, and I was up against those thirteen years younger in the 65 and above category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nevertheless, to of push one's self, put one foot in front of the other and hang in there to the end, is a worthwhile experience to empathize with those who go through difficult life circumstances every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thinking especially of our daughter, who couldn't be there to watch the parade with us like every other year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1348" data-original-width="2048" height="264" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h264/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite parade entry was that of our church, led by a couple of our pastors. I especially liked the theme: "God is wild about you." One of the hardest concepts to grasp and appropriate is how much God loves us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1644/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1644" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h468/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Michael and I walked the trail and were greeted by this beautiful lighted path. I was reminded of a phrase I often hear on the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/">Daily Audio Bible</a> podcast when Brian Hardin welcomes a brand new <i>sparkly, shiny</i>&nbsp;day or week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays, whenever my friend Petey is in town, we meet for coffee and delightful conversation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h150/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>That was the day Michael fell off a small ladder, flat on his back and hit his head, but thankfully had no broken bones nor a concussion. He continues to work almost daily at Stephan's, almost done with the electrical and now mostly on the heating system. The job also requires multiple trips to Menards where he's become a favored customer!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Matthew's Covered Bridge festival September 10-12, was a good time to promote the robotics club, a few parents, students and mentors took turns there selling some items, showing off one of the robots, and talking to passersby about the program.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile on the mural side of the building there was a tent set up to meet the artists and accept donations to cover the remaining expenses incurred.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abby Braswell, the artist and designer</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/s920/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/w250-h320/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sign explaining the mural</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/s1936/Mural.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="1936" height="78" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h78/Mural.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1912/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="1912" height="82" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h82/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few pieces of Abby's ceramic art were also displayed there in the tent. These were unique pieces she made for a couple of college courses incorporating Greek mythology and pottery styles of the day. Can you guess which zodiac sign each represents?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="2048" height="139" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h139/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, 911, yet another festival! I took Diane to Swayzee Days for her 68th birthday. My new friend, <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/?fbclid=IwAR0kgFTrYKc5qLeEeXw2o9Sb2mBIaJpspRiDfAQtuotssF7Dn85HKFzSt-0">Kate Carpenter</a>--folksinger, songwriter, storyteller--had three gigs scheduled throughout the day. We got to participate in her lively interactive 2:00 o'clock session with these kids pictured here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening Michael took me to the Covered Bridge Festival. We met a lot a friends and acquaintances amidst the crowds, and had fun visiting with vendors, viewed very much merchandise we could live without.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only one photo: a sample of pour art, which a good friend had tried to teach me.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1926/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="1926" height="81" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael got his 100 miles in for the week! The group had an early morning start on the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.visitwabashcounty.com/dam-to-dam/">Dam to&nbsp;Dam</a>&nbsp;event.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s800/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you enjoy any small-town festivals this summer?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8rKv-FkF0B0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Visits and visitors https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/visits-and-visitors.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bc329c47-3473-b6c6-96ef-2202bbe0483c Wed, 08 Sep 2021 10:52:54 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's end-of-August bouquet includes her last gladioli standing proudly for all to enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As August was coming to an end, we noticed weather changes, relief from stifling heat. But, I don't know if I'm ready for summer to end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twice at church, and again during Monday Night Dinner, we enjoyed many stories of God at work in Honduras. Wes and Cindy Williamson lived and worked there for many years. Their four children grew up in Honduras, and are now finding their place as adults in the US.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Interestingly, when Wes was a 17-year-old freshman at Taylor University, he worked with the church youth group and was one of Stephan's leaders. That's where he met the girls' leader, Cindy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="2048" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was the eagerly awaited overnight visit from Kendra, passing through on her long trip to California to participate in Taylor University's Los Angeles Internship Program for outstanding film and media students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah, who works from 6 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., was able to join us for dinner.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both seen here with strawberry pie instead of our customary shortcake dessert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1677" data-original-width="2048" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h262/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, bright and early, we said goodbye to Kendra for her days-long trek across the US, Road Atlas in hand. Later that day, a good friend joined her for the rest of the road trip.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1557" height="257" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h257/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday afternoon we visited Moriah's new living situation, a lovely apartment in Indianapolis. And, of course, had a Splendorous evening. But left before her early bedtime.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1534/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1377" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/w359-h400/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She showed off the features of her new furniture, but actually does sleep in her bed at night!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to hear about the life of an engineer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The week was very full. These are only the highlights.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael goes to Stephan and Karen's almost daily, plodding along with all the intricacies of the electrical installation for the new house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a Spanish homonym question: How many wires are in the circuit breaker box, <i>cincuenta </i>or <i>sin cuenta</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s751/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="366" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w156-h320/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The circuit breaker box</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Karen had this lovely photo in her <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog </a>of one of the first results of Michael's diligent work--light!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01754.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/dsc01754.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kalani, an early Saturday morning visitor, was fascinated by these ducks different from the ones he feeds at the Gas City park. The family came to pick up the four-wheeler for the Labor Day weekend festivities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1657" data-original-width="2048" height="259" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shortly after, I left to volunteer at the Helping Hand store with these two ladies. I soon discovered that Ethel, on the right, was Malachi's babysitter, oh so many years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, after another very full day, we attended a marriage celebration reception for this lovely couple who wed earlier this summer. Christian and his siblings were on the robotics team for a while. Emilee has had a very adventurous life and has been to other countries, including four months or so in Cambodia. They are now working in Bozeman, Montana.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1409" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/w220-h320/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are very privileged and honored&nbsp;at our age&nbsp;to enjoy relationships with the younger generation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/08/vacation.html">Vacation</a>, the chapter published this week, led me to think about the theology of rest. We have not had an official getaway this summer, but we do find moments of renewal in the midst of busyness, and are especially grateful for the health we enjoy.&nbsp;</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_84ihEgSDHM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 35 Highlights https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/week-35-highlights.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bef7d1c3-2720-9a37-dd45-87f732712c92 Wed, 01 Sep 2021 17:49:04 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, August 22, another Tennessee bouquet to brighten this post. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was also a very special day for my brother Aldo and his wife Alice--their 50th wedding anniversary!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We couldn't be with them in Denver, CO, so I was very happy to see this photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s725/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="719" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Asha and Joanna, both juniors, had already moved into their dorm and were preparing to welcome new&nbsp; students during International Orientation. Sunday evening they came back for a special meal and brought another friend from India, Sumana. Moriah came to visit as well. Later that night we welcomed our fourth Indian guest, Amy.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1376" data-original-width="2048" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h269/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asha and Enoch Eicher, Moriah, Mike, Joanna V. and Sumana</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Joanna came back to spend the night and welcome her sister Amy into this new world of college, Taylor University and America!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1653" data-original-width="2048" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy and Joanna Vasudevan</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amy and Enoch could not move to campus until Tuesday, so they went with us to Monday Night Dinner.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/s1204/MND%2Bswim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="551" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/w292-h640/MND%2Bswim.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone is swimming. Oh, it's Enoch!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday noon, our last two Indian visitors were welcomed on campus by their older siblings, official&nbsp;<b>IO</b> (International Orientation) greeters. We haven't heard from them since.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s616/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w290-h400/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy, Enoch, Asha, Joanna</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday we were invited to meet up with OM friends from eons ago in Berne. As always, so much reminiscing and catching up, so many stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike, Rita, Vreni and David Greenlee</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apart from these highlights, our life routines continue--Michael works most days on the electrical installations at Stephan's new house and I on my priorities: WWW (writing, walking and the Word).&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been using an app called Seek to identify various plants on my walks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/s456/seek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/w393-h400/seek.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to get away Saturday evening and watch&nbsp; Elijah (#42) on Greenfield Central's soccer team, beat Yorktown 4-0. However, the sun was very intense!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had spent much of the day restoring our guest spaces, readying for another visitor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In Enoch's room I found he'd protected the clay sculpture, I smiled.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1475" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div><br /></div>But am sorry to hear of the virus still affecting people here and there. Our youngest grandson had a fever today and tested positive.<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/PRLD_MIGNlc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Ordering Your Front Matter https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/08/31/lets-get-tech-y-ordering-your-front-matter/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:22a303fb-8008-51a7-a6c2-f1c09cbdc678 Tue, 31 Aug 2021 15:14:37 -0400 After you’ve created your title page, copyright page, and table of contents (as explained in the linked previous blog posts), you may have other pieces that you will need or want to include in the front matter. Here is Chicago Manual of Style’s order of front matter. Title page (must have) Copyright page (must have) [&#8230;] Visitors and Visits https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/visitors-and-visits.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:525a45c4-d373-94cb-1618-88db940b5d18 Tue, 24 Aug 2021 16:29:02 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our most constant and numerous visitors are the hummingbirds. Michael fills their sugar water feeder daily! It is very difficult to photograph the half a dozen or so flitting about at one time. Perhaps you can see a couple in this pic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, somewhat tired, we decided to take one of our gift cards and eat out. We enjoyed the nearby Brittish cuisine at Payne's Restaurant. The more recent Garfield statue there reminded me of the years when Elijah and I followed the Grant County Garfield tour on his January birthday trip.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="1200" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid afternoon, Stephan called and invited us to join them at Ivanhoe's. We never pass up an opportunity to be with our kids!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s904/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nor can we pass up Ivanhoe's strawberry shortcake!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The funny thing was that we were scheduled to meet with our home group for ice cream that evening at the newly remodeled Cammack Station! We definitely exceeded our calorie intake that day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between these outings we were still preparing to welcome guests. The "Ship Room" was rather empty after Moriah moved out so Michael purchased a couple pieces of furniture and spent hours assembling them.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/ship%2Broom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/ship%2Broom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three arrived Monday mid afternoon. A kind friend of the Eichers drove them all the way from Chicago and then immediately turned around and headed back home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joanna Vasudevan, Enoch and Asha Eicher</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Eicher siblings are Andi Eicher's children and grandchildren of our dear friends, Ray and Christa, and now fourth generation Taylor alums. Asha and her friend Joanna are returning juniors. It is Enoch's first year and first time in America.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They caught on rather quickly to Splendor, our favorite game, and it became a nightly ritual with Enoch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The girls could move into their dorm earlier because of roles and responsibilities on campus. They were happy to have Enoch along to haul their luggage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enoch offered to cook for us. He came prepared with all the necessary Indian spices. So we were introduced to <i>pav bhaji,</i>&nbsp;a spicy vegetable mash that you scoop up with rolls fried in butter.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1029/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="1029" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday we were invited to dinner with the Pawley family. They are on furlough from Cambodia. The two older boys are entering Taylor University, their dad Eric's alma mater. Joe, the oldest has been on the robotics team. MeeSun prepared food from her homeland, Korea. They will be leaving two sons behind, and Tom the youngest will be on his own. Who do you think is feeling the separation the most?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening was the popular House Hunters, a very well organized event where the women of the church travel in groups to homes on their assigned route and have a contest to see and find out certain things at each place.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The house that stood out for me was where Argentine artifacts were displayed on the walls: a cow hide mate surrounded by pictures of gauchos and a <i>boleadora, </i>a type of throwing weapon used to entangle the legs of cattle or game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1417/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1417" height="181" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h181/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="643" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Boleadora</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Felix Aguilar VI, the homeowner, comes from a long line of important Argentines. His great great great grandfathers' portrait hangs over the mantel. Two framed documents from 1954 certify that the then president, Juan Domingo Perón, assigned him as Argentine consul in Chicago with jurisdiction over twelve mid western states, and that President Dwight D. Eisenhower recognized him as such.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/s644/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="402" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h640/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I introduced Enoch to two special places. At the Helping Hand store he purchased a couple good jackets for colder weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And at Ivanhoe's he had a sandwich and a sundae, and the obligatory photo by Garfield.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s672/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="672" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those are the highlights of our week, but not the end of visits and visitors. Come back next week for more.</div><br />&nbsp;<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ITXhWCWD2L4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Transitions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/transitions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ba7feff0-86a0-fc2a-a3cb-5c324adf0eb2 Tue, 17 Aug 2021 13:35:39 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week I was made aware of a these lovely pink lilies popping up everywhere, <i>Lycoris squamigera, </i>rightfully referred to as Surprise Lily or Resurrection Lily, also naked ladies ;-).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All of our family young ones are in school now. Sam and Kristie's boys in Greenfield system, where she works as an ABA (Applied Behavior Analyst), began in July. Karen started a new teaching job, 8th grade English in Alexandria, on&nbsp;&nbsp;August 4, one day before her birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=s1226" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1226" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=w400-h359" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">July 29:&nbsp;</span>Elijah (11), Zion (6), Jude (3)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca enjoys riding the school bus this year.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1098/First%2BDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="949" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/First%2BDay.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August 10: Rebecca (2)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A good article appeared in the Chronicle Tribune a couple days later. Surprise, Rebecca on the front page!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/safe_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h209/safe_image.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.chronicle-tribune.com/news/students-staff-smiles-return-to-eastbrook/article_e7bf3176-915a-56fa-8a44-d52e4608cf7f.html?fbclid=IwAR3g3vVFisaBYbzZ67vxTRrot7HJrPLspliuD0x91jtV2GO0Z8JTYAL55kQ">Students, staff, smiles return to Eastbrook</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She also started ballet lessons. Piano has not begun just yet because her teacher just had a baby!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday we did meet little Reuben and deliver a meal and gift.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday was Moriah's final move, the last items out of her room here and all into her own apartment in Indianapolis. Her job at Allison Transmissions begins Monday the 16th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday I took Leah for her long delayed hernia surgery. And, surprise!, the surgeon found a second hidden one nearby. The double repair was successful, no mesh needed. Leah is glad to have that over, but she's dealing with the pain now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="499" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w208-h400/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, the 14th, was Rebecca's 7th birthday. Matt and Kayla are wonderful party hosts. The occasion has become an annual ALL family gathering with cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, several great grandmas, even one 91 year-old great great grandparent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="960" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As life moves on from one season to another, through many transitions and changes, both good and bad, joyful and painful, I am reminded that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever! (Heb. 13:8)</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lBPIvLudpRo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Friends, highlights of Week #32 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/friends-highlights-of-week-32.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:76248a32-f988-ec2b-ce3d-8226c09b8aeb Wed, 11 Aug 2021 13:19:04 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says her flowers are not as plentiful anymore. I appreciate each bouquet. I think they make great blog post&nbsp; openers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>A humorous God-appointment happened Sunday. We had wanted to get together with a couple who had last invited us over for food and games. I suggested to Michael that Sundays after church were easier to schedule than to try to find an open evening throughout the week. And we certainly had an abundance of food, Michael's specials--bread, gazpacho, ice cream and my zucchini brownies.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>So, he looked up the name of the friend to text. It wasn't till someone else responded with, "Sorry, we are on our way back from Colorado," that he realized he'd sent the invite to a group, his hiking buddies! We had no idea how large the party would become. However, it was perfect, a fun time with friends.</span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>Monday, we met with more friends, old friends (well, about our age) from long ago. In fact, Fred was the best man at our wedding.<br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s949/con%2BPerrys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="949" height="234" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h234/con%2BPerrys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of coming to Upland, they met us at Stephan's place where Mike was working so they could see the progress on the house. When I took Karen for a tour of the whole property, we admired Stephan's storybook bench.&nbsp;</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, I took sis-in-law Diane for a little outing to a nearby coffee shop. The art displayed is quite unique.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/the%2Bbranch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="859" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/the%2Bbranch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Michael went camping with his hiking buddies to Shades State Park, a beautiful restful time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/hike%2Bshades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/hike%2Bshades.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I was very focused on writing a new chapter. Until now I'd been able to work on previously written pieces. I knew they would run out sometime, and that day came sooner than I anticipated. My self-imposed twice-a-month deadlines will keep me busy from now on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even so, I took off Thursday afternoon and put in a couple hours helping to paint the mural. It was a great break. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with the other painters as I worked my way across the lower part giving a second coat or cleaning up the edges of the dark green waves of grass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/s859/mural%2B8.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/mural%2B8.05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to maintain my walking goals, always noticing new things along the way.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/dead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="859" height="172" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h172/dead.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both dead?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A writer friend called some time ago for comments about my visit with two grandsons to Minnetrista's Bob Ross Exhibit. She quoted me in her article and gave me a copy of the magazine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="960" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h390/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I was able to send chapter 12 to my translators to work on over the weekend, which is when he has time. Whew! So grateful to meet that deadline!&nbsp;</p><p>Here is a teaser. Come back August 15 to <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a> to find out what these few photos are about.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s633/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="633" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I certainly would love to hear about the highlights of your week!</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8yNp__TTgIs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Another full week - #31 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/another-full-week-31.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:29f1428c-b646-e35a-d979-3ba7422db821 Wed, 04 Aug 2021 11:52:33 -0400 <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet 7/18/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Our hydrangeas have finally made their pompous appearance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If we're low on bread, Michael bakes more on Sunday afternoon or evening. He enjoys trying new recipes. This one has olives and tomatoes. However, he's very sparing about how much he consumes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="777" data-original-width="960" height="162" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h162/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday afternoon, Michael, Leah and I went to the Switch Up in Van Buren to finish painting the last little characters on the climbing wall. The center logo, Sarah will paint.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="1200" height="203" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h203/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we went to Stephan's dinner and admired his timber framing progress. Notice the <i>live edge </i>above what is going to be the door to the under-the-stairs-pantry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the way home we stopped to buy several more dozens of corn, which we then had to stay up till midnight to process and freeze.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h310/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we came home through Matthews to make sure the mural-painting team had everything they needed to begin the daunting project. Unfortunately they had rented the wrong lift, one only safe for indoor use on smooth floors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1305/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1305" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h314/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day they had obtained an all-terrain boom lift. This was the progress a couple days later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">The mural features the best of Matthews and promises to be a stunning addition to the small town.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the same building complex where the East Central Indiana Robotics team is housed.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h310/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Michael went backpacking again with a few of the UCC Hikers and sent me this photo. <br />I was glad for him that he got away from the many responsibilities that weigh him down right now.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">That afternoon, Rebecca and I went with my friend Petey and her granddaughter to an event at Minnetrista very popular among little girls -&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faeries, Sprites, and Lights.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, the insects were on a rampage and feasted on Rebecca. The miserable itchy welts shortened our experience.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s642/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="285" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w285-h640/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Throughout the week, I spent long hours on a better conclusion to chapter 11, scheduled to publish August 1. <br />Saturday was especially frustrating because of trying to wrap things up for the deadline and running into so many technological issues. <br />And Michael was gone all day on his weekly bicycle ride with the Muncie group. <br />Add to that, we had planned a birthday celebration for Skye's 24th that evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fortunately, I had spent all day Friday preparing for the event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s472/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="472" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h518/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"All's well that ends well," is that a saying? [Just looked it up. Oops! It is a Shakespeare play!] <br />Anyway everything ended superbly. The party was so much fun--Kalani doing all the motions to Wiggle songs with all of us joining in the motions; the birthday meal and Krazy Koch song (looks like Destiny enjoyed the family tradition!); and the guys going wild over the tools Michael had so much fun buying for Skye.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and the chapter conclusion was acceptable, and <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/locusts.html">Locusts</a>&nbsp;published as scheduled!</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And now to wrap up this weekly photo journal -&nbsp; the surprise blooms of the week that come with memories.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Years ago, at the wedding of our dear friends' daughter, each guest received a small packet of bulbs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/SVIX9GmXgrs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Building Your Table of Contents https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/07/31/lets-get-tech-y-building-your-table-of-contents/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:2c4dbc3f-0358-5e96-bf5a-cb9bed370a78 Sat, 31 Jul 2021 15:21:34 -0400 If you’re writing nonfiction, you will definitely need a Table of Contents (TOC). If your book is fiction, you may or may not include one. You can prepare a TOC a couple of ways. While Microsoft Word does offer an automated feature, it can be a bit cumbersome to use if you don&#8217;t understand how [&#8230;] A Very Full Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-full-week-30.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e1ec1975-7c37-90cf-3bfe-34427169676e Wed, 28 Jul 2021 07:08:09 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's bouquets from Tennessee continue to delight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our garden does not yield such varieties. But on my walks, I notice and enjoy many wild flowers each time, and attempt to read and learn about them. For example, how do I tell the difference between Queen Anne's Lace and Hemlock, its lookalike?&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/s832/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A lovely Sunday surprise: Stephan called and said they were headed our way to dine out at Payne's and could we join them!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In addition to the great food and conversation, we were noticing all the timber framing in the addition to the restaurant. Stephan is working on that this week. (See <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>.)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">A different kind of surprise awaited Michael Monday morning when he opened the meter base to figure out what had caused the oozing stain. He immediately called the electric company to come out and&nbsp; unlock the top part. The guy had never seen anything like that.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="368" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h564/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night I had a meeting, so Michael sent a photo of the meal Stephan served. Karen did much better than that, she sent home food for me!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1101/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the tomato baby, and the zucchini brownies! They were wonderful. She sent me the recipe, now the pressure is on for me to make some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I had our usual fun activities and ended with a short walk on the Taylor campus. I am so grateful to have these weekly opportunities to spend time together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s832/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael deserves all the focus this week. He's in the middle of several big projects. This week he and Leah painted little climbers on the finished climbing wall.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1200" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h252/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent two days priming the side of the building for a mural to be painted next week.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Back-breaking work</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also made several trips to Stephan's to begin work on all things electrical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way he always stops to buy sweet corn from Moriah's cousin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one long day, he tackled the process of prepping six dozen ears for the freezer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never stops! It's against his religion!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In lieu of a photo of the messy process</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the many projects, we are enjoying summer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wouldn't think of missing his long Saturday bicycle rides with the Muncie group. 88 miles this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had fun at the Farmers' Market. Among many other goodies, I bought this bouquet of tiger lilies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's so much more I could write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just keep plodding on, grateful for each opportunity and the necessary health.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/QAzDuVD96f8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 29 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-29.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:30655729-4dc0-68c0-0b8b-cc20516ce8bf Wed, 21 Jul 2021 11:32:15 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's bouquet for 7/11/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the Sunday Moriah treated us to her homemade Lemon Rosemary Chicken dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="158" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/w180-h320/image.png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made ice cream and Michael baked buttermilk biscuits for strawberry shortcake, like we often had with the girls when we lived in the same house.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Moriah even tried out her engineering skills to repair the light by my recliner. (Thank you!) And, furthermore, this week she resoundingly impressed the hiring committee at <a href="https://www.allisontransmission.com/">Allison Transmssion</a>, and will begin work in Indianapolis in less than a month.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday evening as usual we surveyed the progress on Stephan and Karen's house. Her parents had been there for a few days, visiting from Evansville. Dad Red (a retired electrician) began installing the electrical boxes and running wire. Mom Dolores painted door jambs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week, Michael worked steadily at the Switch Up and finished installing the climbing wall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s669/Switch%2BUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="669" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h344/Switch%2BUp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to walk almost daily, grateful for the resolve that gets me out to enjoy the beauty of nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/Lillies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1683" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h213/Lillies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1683" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h236/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Sam's family is experiencing the chaos of a major move from Muncie to New Palestine. Can anyone relate? Does this bring back memories?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Michael drove the robot and the drive team to Lawrence Central High School in Indianapolis to set up the pit and practice for Saturday's off-season FRC event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="960" height="350" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h350/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.firstindianarobotics.org/finite-recharge-off-season-frc-event-information/">FINite Recharge</a>&nbsp;was a much smaller event, only 24 teams, not nearly the hype of pre-COVID competitions. And our robot (Infinite Horsepower)'s performance not nearly as stellar as seen in the video still playing on the <a href="https://phyxtgears.org/">PhyXTGears</a>' website. However, a good time was had by all. I was blessed to be able to attend and meet parents and students. The new team members, all quite young, had the opportunity to experience a FIRST robotics competition, to learn and grow in their understanding of the robot and their enthusiasm for the game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a ride down with Moriah and her dad, who after our team's loss in quarter finals, continued apartment search to get her situated before the new job begins next month.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/FIN.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1557" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h256/FIN.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Moriah and Mee Sun in the stands. Who wins the eye-smiling competition?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="1557" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h188/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Infinite Horsepower and the drive team exiting after their final game.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s684/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="684" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h556/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group sharing after Arby's meal</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I rode back to Muncie with one of the new families and learned of several experiences we share, including Spanish speaking and teaching, travel to same place in Mexico, and common friends there. We concluded that <i>El mundo es un pañuelo </i>i.e. "It's a small world."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, chapter 10 kept me quite busy this week. Nevertheless, it published Thursday: <i><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/fiestas-celebrations-and-festivities.html?m=1">Fiestas</a>.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/X_6ye5B13n4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Independence Days https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/blog-post.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:aafc6ac1-535f-e927-ea24-b8448ecee6aa Wed, 14 Jul 2021 16:33:57 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As if to illustrate, or emphasize the title, Week 28 published itself independently before I commented on the photos! Such a surprise! That fits right in with the <strike>numerous</strike> exasperating technological issues I've had so far this week. "Better late than never." So, here we go. Let's try again, beginning with Karin's glads to gladden our hearts.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF9Y3FqcnPg/YO3rqIAF1bI/AAAAAAAAbZM/eQrMwfP_bqwf_XBXq1vdUgGtG0jcOyrlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-4-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF9Y3FqcnPg/YO3rqIAF1bI/AAAAAAAAbZM/eQrMwfP_bqwf_XBXq1vdUgGtG0jcOyrlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-4-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, July 4, we were very gladdened by a visit from son Sam's family. It was so good to catch up and fellowship before their move to New Palestine, happening even as I write. They will be closer to Kristie's job in Greenfield.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDW7Hp_bz7c/YO3r99_RNMI/AAAAAAAAbZc/5s6LUMD7ez80T4O8CVNGbEwX9MhAnxywwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/213599682_10101240243804886_706280608584955124_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="960" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDW7Hp_bz7c/YO3r99_RNMI/AAAAAAAAbZc/5s6LUMD7ez80T4O8CVNGbEwX9MhAnxywwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h254/213599682_10101240243804886_706280608584955124_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, as it was the 4th of July, Independence Day, we joined Leah's family for Jimmy's annual fireworks display.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all find a place in front of the Kern home (Kayla and Matt's house) facing the field where Jimmy and Skye set off a carefully chosen variety and sequence of fireworks for our enjoyment (and theirs?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdql2r01oQs/YO32ncV5aEI/AAAAAAAAbZw/2FTNH98FGFM6fTxwCTjf4C4dCVU3WRmeACLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/218345483_10101243947881886_2747791485249120311_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1440" height="278" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdql2r01oQs/YO32ncV5aEI/AAAAAAAAbZw/2FTNH98FGFM6fTxwCTjf4C4dCVU3WRmeACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h278/218345483_10101243947881886_2747791485249120311_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAPE2KA-hw/YO32dFJHczI/AAAAAAAAbZs/I42L3joVBIAlvRysZUblEbioQXmzwE5fwCLcBGAsYHQ/s738/fireworks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAPE2KA-hw/YO32dFJHczI/AAAAAAAAbZs/I42L3joVBIAlvRysZUblEbioQXmzwE5fwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h185/fireworks.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The children get to play with sparklers.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lit up back porch in the background is where Nana lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m34K8BSg2Uk/YO33D-3njQI/AAAAAAAAbaA/HU9KkNlhV9QivaPRH_ZSGvR_ne8bOMN6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s738/Rebecca%2B7.4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m34K8BSg2Uk/YO33D-3njQI/AAAAAAAAbaA/HU9KkNlhV9QivaPRH_ZSGvR_ne8bOMN6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h185/Rebecca%2B7.4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Kalani, however, fell asleep before the show. He was tuckered out from the preparation all afternoon as he tried to join in with his parents and Papaw unwrapping, selecting and sequencing the goods.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZClkgmgKPNk/YO367KDO-RI/AAAAAAAAbaM/tD5ZMpQWOskOnwam6urC9eeTHlrmHns5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s439/Kalani%2B7.4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZClkgmgKPNk/YO367KDO-RI/AAAAAAAAbaM/tD5ZMpQWOskOnwam6urC9eeTHlrmHns5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Kalani%2B7.4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was back to work Monday for Michael even if it was a government holiday. Using two stacked scaffolds, he managed to finish painting the difficult-to-reach heights. Throughout the rest of the week, among other tasks, he overcame a few other challenges and completed the huge task of painting the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBowyqrKyIQ/YO3rw41uhEI/AAAAAAAAbZQ/G-EsWgTO3A8yFZvZDF3RhZ-R_iyfvrcyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/216116696_10101241589797506_6064180996304569715_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBowyqrKyIQ/YO3rw41uhEI/AAAAAAAAbZQ/G-EsWgTO3A8yFZvZDF3RhZ-R_iyfvrcyQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/216116696_10101241589797506_6064180996304569715_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I explored a different road on my daily walk and came across some lovely sights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaV77ZqZvr4/YO38gi91fiI/AAAAAAAAbac/B75j0ruzq4gJMCgG_ZBEigJhmQjiu8W_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s336/83.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="336" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaV77ZqZvr4/YO38gi91fiI/AAAAAAAAbac/B75j0ruzq4gJMCgG_ZBEigJhmQjiu8W_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h378/83.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We truly enjoy the weekly gathering (and the food!) at Stephan and Karen's Monday Night Dinner. And there's the added anticipation of surveying the progress on their new house.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ8xhDUdumI/YO37I0oWQSI/AAAAAAAAbaQ/h954KP4OEVAmUA1XcO8cA-2I78JUCEQQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/S%2B%2526%2BK%2Bhouse%2B7.5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ8xhDUdumI/YO37I0oWQSI/AAAAAAAAbaQ/h954KP4OEVAmUA1XcO8cA-2I78JUCEQQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/S%2B%2526%2BK%2Bhouse%2B7.5.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interior framing in progress</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday mornings my friend Jane and I walk for an hour. We explored some of the paths on the TU campus. Among many interesting things to look at, we discovered a rose bush with three different color blooms, apparently in stages--white, rose, and yellow. Can anyone explain this mystery?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_nNldclAvU/YO38r00iU9I/AAAAAAAAbag/xBAZW6x1MQQzNB43AHCh_bBClOe2YQWywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Walk%2Bw%2BJane%2B7.6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_nNldclAvU/YO38r00iU9I/AAAAAAAAbag/xBAZW6x1MQQzNB43AHCh_bBClOe2YQWywCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/Walk%2Bw%2BJane%2B7.6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've listened to the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/?fbclid=IwAR0HcokQ2yXhdTZst7pHGFUSOMLHj971xhyqPUCxdN3K5dDC6fq317aGECs">Daily Audio Bible</a> for a dozen or more years, but this is the first time I participated in the annual Long Walk. This is what I posted about the experience on social media.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span face="&quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px;">The Long Walk took me on a new neighborhood that began with lovely blossoms and sunshine and ended in the rain and cold wind. Halfway, I discovered this poignant reminder: Jesus died for me and for the sinners next to him. Only one turned to him for forgiveness and was immediately welcomed into Paradise. The world is divided like that: those who receive Him and have life and those who reject and are lost. The rain reminded me to give thanks in everything and that He promised to be with me through it all and unto the end, and beyond!&nbsp;</span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl oo9gr5id gpro0wi8 lrazzd5p" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/dablongwalk2021?__eep__=6&amp;__tn__=R*F" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; animation-name: none; background-color: #f0f2f5; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: &quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: 600; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation; transition-property: none;" tabindex="0">#DABLongwalk2021</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlHKE-nd2c/YO385t3pRyI/AAAAAAAAbao/cO4Jb7R5XsUcwvw2ceoM6A5Hvf1xDe_oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1442/Long%2BWalk%2B7.7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1442" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlHKE-nd2c/YO385t3pRyI/AAAAAAAAbao/cO4Jb7R5XsUcwvw2ceoM6A5Hvf1xDe_oQCLcBGAsYHQ/w333-h400/Long%2BWalk%2B7.7.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael began work on yet another summer project. He is building a climbing wall at the Switch Up, an after-school program in the neighboring town of Van Buren. He had offered to do this some years ago and now finally it was approved and is happening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i0kBeKiayY/YO9J23p5NcI/AAAAAAAAbbQ/fFELnIcUsB4gjcNun5giDLX2Qqb33oyuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="1200" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i0kBeKiayY/YO9J23p5NcI/AAAAAAAAbbQ/fFELnIcUsB4gjcNun5giDLX2Qqb33oyuACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/FotoJet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, July 9, was Leah's adopted birthday. These three young ladies, the Blakely landscaping crew,&nbsp; surprised her by clearing out an area and planting a flower garden of perennials and annuals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-jEdT8zngU/YO39C-Hna2I/AAAAAAAAbas/X_NaKwwHUQMy3o94i8sbS1Bozz5qJS-JwCLcBGAsYHQ/s738/leah%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-jEdT8zngU/YO39C-Hna2I/AAAAAAAAbas/X_NaKwwHUQMy3o94i8sbS1Bozz5qJS-JwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h296/leah%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>9 de julio </i>is also an important holiday in Argentina,&nbsp;<i>el Día de la Independencia. </i>I celebrated by listening to Argentine music played by a very gifted Argentine young man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, while Michael was out bicycling, I enjoyed a very interactive musical show by <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/">Mrs. Kate</a>. This special children's program was organized and sponsored by the local public library. The talented staff of four women includes our granddaughter Kayla, who also designed and made their t-shirts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzetWu4q4hY/YO3-cvMT8gI/AAAAAAAAba4/YCYz1Tb5h74WprLGIyVdZcTJCclMQ9bugCLcBGAsYHQ/s814/Mrs.%2BKate%2B7.10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="814" height="542" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzetWu4q4hY/YO3-cvMT8gI/AAAAAAAAba4/YCYz1Tb5h74WprLGIyVdZcTJCclMQ9bugCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h542/Mrs.%2BKate%2B7.10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Any other familiar faces in these pics?</div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/v4ETMkQIkvw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 27 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-27.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:88fe0d3c-d799-fdf5-218d-8df2d5da9d38 Tue, 06 Jul 2021 19:59:12 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another lovely array of blooms from Tennessee. Cousin Karin blesses us each week with one or more pics of her floral arrangements.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5_NPzawnBg/YORm-obEfgI/AAAAAAAAbWw/UgqUd1-wE0EQeGkdPcAE1Opx5nRrxCIuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B6-27-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5_NPzawnBg/YORm-obEfgI/AAAAAAAAbWw/UgqUd1-wE0EQeGkdPcAE1Opx5nRrxCIuACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B6-27-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to enjoy the changing local blossoms on my daily walks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On this day I also caught sight of one of the painted rocks Rebecca and I placed a couple weeks ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4TfQHW5tc/YORnunG0N_I/AAAAAAAAbXA/52Si0hRko6wPfHi7EGN_5BdMKK69jxQnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/lilies%2Band%2Bmail%2Bboxes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1461" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4TfQHW5tc/YORnunG0N_I/AAAAAAAAbXA/52Si0hRko6wPfHi7EGN_5BdMKK69jxQnQCLcBGAsYHQ/w390-h400/lilies%2Band%2Bmail%2Bboxes.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday evening, Karen served a delicious and colorful meal and for dessert, freshly picked wild black raspberries, very abundant on their property.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pm9ujGlKbU/YORn6-L_7RI/AAAAAAAAbXE/ez2ZhMJxtBQr3CsFgXUpBItGjF_wjnrJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1560/MND.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="1077" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pm9ujGlKbU/YORn6-L_7RI/AAAAAAAAbXE/ez2ZhMJxtBQr3CsFgXUpBItGjF_wjnrJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is still trying to finish painting our house. How to safely reach the highest part has taken trial and error. He checked out the different lifts available for rent. He thought a smaller one would work, but it was impossible to get close enough to the house without destroying the flower garden.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94eEQkZn8Co/YORoLgzgSMI/AAAAAAAAbXQ/bYGppciJbJA2xNjOBn5MYvPLHngYmjydwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/211859426_10101240241848806_8250121453667662324_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94eEQkZn8Co/YORoLgzgSMI/AAAAAAAAbXQ/bYGppciJbJA2xNjOBn5MYvPLHngYmjydwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/211859426_10101240241848806_8250121453667662324_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays, Rebecca usually comes over while Kayla works. We have a fun time doing a variety of activities: walk, games, piano, books. She loves to play hide and seek, not only taking turns finding one another but also locating Humming Bird (a finger puppet). This time it perched on Serenity while we played the piano.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBzccouTb9U/YORpRjTu81I/AAAAAAAAbXg/_rU9Vxs6s8gCn7QMKWI8fYlLtTITPhDaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/214747476_10101240242547406_1047622415040494671_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBzccouTb9U/YORpRjTu81I/AAAAAAAAbXg/_rU9Vxs6s8gCn7QMKWI8fYlLtTITPhDaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/214747476_10101240242547406_1047622415040494671_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The guys well-planned backpacking trip had to be postponed one day due to rain. Thursday, I went along to the church to see them off and then walk home, trying a new path.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RBk3xG2so/YORrHQx05jI/AAAAAAAAbXo/cZp-OasuHSc9pF86inAXfR0y9tKA8eqRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1548/hikers%2Band%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="1461" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RBk3xG2so/YORrHQx05jI/AAAAAAAAbXo/cZp-OasuHSc9pF86inAXfR0y9tKA8eqRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w604-h640/hikers%2Band%2Bwalk.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On their way to Charles Deam Wilderness, they stopped at a diner in Edinburgh for their famously large tenderloin sandwiches.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gCTENcCPTU/YORuDNn0r-I/AAAAAAAAbXw/MAGC36VqR9MdGLXxjw0XmGqnCIE6eKeQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2040/213374225_10224459522970900_6168500667823044857_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2040" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gCTENcCPTU/YORuDNn0r-I/AAAAAAAAbXw/MAGC36VqR9MdGLXxjw0XmGqnCIE6eKeQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/213374225_10224459522970900_6168500667823044857_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfQEqtK4b0/YORuLVtHySI/AAAAAAAAbX0/aa1u2LxZCT4OnaExTmvPlTHZn845b8CXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1461/Campsite.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1461" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfQEqtK4b0/YORuLVtHySI/AAAAAAAAbX0/aa1u2LxZCT4OnaExTmvPlTHZn845b8CXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/Campsite.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Campsite fellowship</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYY-3wSaJA8/YORuWlxCkdI/AAAAAAAAbX8/vNx5lZzSryQS-DuqQdfdd5AnLvuY291vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1064/Beauty.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="918" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYY-3wSaJA8/YORuWlxCkdI/AAAAAAAAbX8/vNx5lZzSryQS-DuqQdfdd5AnLvuY291vgCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h640/Beauty.jpg" width="552" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beauty of the panoramic landscape and the tiny details on the path</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me the first two days were quite lonely. Then Saturday I had a couple of visitors in the morning, and worked at the Helping Hand store in the afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1DtA8MnyP4/YORudCjuqXI/AAAAAAAAbYE/du_A57h71B0R5xNttW5RvP-m0nTDzgf2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/213628544_10101240243640216_1787667818884760016_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="631" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1DtA8MnyP4/YORudCjuqXI/AAAAAAAAbYE/du_A57h71B0R5xNttW5RvP-m0nTDzgf2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w263-h400/213628544_10101240243640216_1787667818884760016_n.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trisha and Jackson</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was good to go have Michael back and go out to eat together that evening to La Palma Mexican restaurant nearby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqQUAZInqk/YORvd9u6_SI/AAAAAAAAbYQ/-1RNxfeqrBk7ZAk_URwL3zO8a2Q4R1VogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/213078048_10101240621148686_2077904637572302977_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqQUAZInqk/YORvd9u6_SI/AAAAAAAAbYQ/-1RNxfeqrBk7ZAk_URwL3zO8a2Q4R1VogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/213078048_10101240621148686_2077904637572302977_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Y3IBpazcHnI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 26: Part 2--Backpacking and Babysitting https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-26-part-2-backpacking-and.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:77d2e8e9-8568-d51d-53f5-f89ce7930dab Thu, 01 Jul 2021 12:39:10 -0400 <p style="text-align: left;">The next big event of Week 26 was our first backpacking trip as a couple. I seem to remember that decades ago we did something similar as a family. (Kids, remind me.)&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TLj1difPA/YNzmpdCM_GI/AAAAAAAAbSg/qlf4ZQjTXhUbq7CphDku8nvzCzbDGQgGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s896/201045782_509013563701859_5452817000660564708_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="896" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TLj1difPA/YNzmpdCM_GI/AAAAAAAAbSg/qlf4ZQjTXhUbq7CphDku8nvzCzbDGQgGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/201045782_509013563701859_5452817000660564708_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Anyway, now well into my seventh decade, it loomed as a big deal. However, it was a pleasant experience, not too difficult or burdensome.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">We hiked the Bloodroot Trail, enjoyed the natural beauty along the two-miles to campsite #1.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l3n3qElr5k/YNoU-y5PvSI/AAAAAAAAbQE/X5pQP1EpbAYdNh1ywzb4BuwStSs5M21iwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1628/Bloodroot%2BTrail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1628" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l3n3qElr5k/YNoU-y5PvSI/AAAAAAAAbQE/X5pQP1EpbAYdNh1ywzb4BuwStSs5M21iwCLcBGAsYHQ/w293-h400/Bloodroot%2BTrail.jpg" width="293" /></a></p><p>Michael researched, planned and prepared expertly so we had everything we could need without carrying very heavy packs. Over several days he dried a variety of vegetables, eggs and fruit to be reconstituted for our meals. The first evening we had chicken tortilla soup!&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40UZ6ihGsI/YNoVJ10TYYI/AAAAAAAAbQI/n3heHgtmU1gSaodJae6S9KNJFCcgoy1xACLcBGAsYHQ/s1274/camping%2Bmeal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1274" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40UZ6ihGsI/YNoVJ10TYYI/AAAAAAAAbQI/n3heHgtmU1gSaodJae6S9KNJFCcgoy1xACLcBGAsYHQ/w374-h400/camping%2Bmeal.jpg" width="374" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I survived the backpacking test! We may be doing this again sometime and for longer stays. This new adventure may take the place of our tandem vacations which ended two years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWaty68drjA/YNzm51HX6fI/AAAAAAAAbSo/5AZjABofezAeG4CqDFYBcGB4rNWJWqdBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/First%2Bbackpacking.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWaty68drjA/YNzm51HX6fI/AAAAAAAAbSo/5AZjABofezAeG4CqDFYBcGB4rNWJWqdBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/First%2Bbackpacking.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">The next highlight of the week was to spend time with the youngest grandsons while mom and dad were on their 22nd anniversary getaway. "Babysitting" is not the correct word (but it rhymed with backpacking in the title!) for two reasons: Zion and Jude are not babies, and we did not do much sitting!</p><p style="text-align: left;">Malachi and Lexi had them overnight Thursday and then dropped them off at the Upland Library to participate in some kid activities. When I joined them there, we put together a puzzle map of the US, a learning experience for me too!&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">One of Kayla's roles at the library is to plan and prepare activities, games and crafts for the children. This week they had to create an imaginary animal.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc9Y6-wmw08/YNoZn8vjuBI/AAAAAAAAbQc/9RFGWqdkpjIyjUXMFzXIZg_wkd0uwopcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s899/208374127_10101236423969866_5204692505638668659_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="899" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc9Y6-wmw08/YNoZn8vjuBI/AAAAAAAAbQc/9RFGWqdkpjIyjUXMFzXIZg_wkd0uwopcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208374127_10101236423969866_5204692505638668659_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cowpig (says Moink); Bunnywhale; Shurtle</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Rebecca was ready to spend the day with the cousins. We first stopped to see Aunt Leah's animals.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">She taught us how to pick up and hold cats.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOorX1HVZnk/YNoYQetMqYI/AAAAAAAAbQU/tE-IKwToE38JFm4nXgPDeQPiyqFlkOXeACLcBGAsYHQ/s1191/kittens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="1191" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOorX1HVZnk/YNoYQetMqYI/AAAAAAAAbQU/tE-IKwToE38JFm4nXgPDeQPiyqFlkOXeACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h314/kittens.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">The young'uns and I had a lot of fun. Rebecca and Jude played the piano. We played several games of Splendor and tried out three of the four game extensions, read a book from my childhood (still relevant today!); had ice cream at Ivanhoe's, and much more.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Saturday, the boys walked the Detamore Trail with me. Thus they earned their lunch at The Bridge! They did, however, sit often on the nifty benches made from bottle caps and lids collected by the community and purchased by the Town of Upland.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jj5OKIA3ca8/YNoZxIEvWaI/AAAAAAAAbQg/R73Yh7XF-lcR0vq24w1jhXiYYfQjhDdjACLcBGAsYHQ/s1207/trail.bridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1207" data-original-width="1191" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jj5OKIA3ca8/YNoZxIEvWaI/AAAAAAAAbQg/R73Yh7XF-lcR0vq24w1jhXiYYfQjhDdjACLcBGAsYHQ/w316-h320/trail.bridge.jpg" width="316" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">As promised here is Part 2 of this midyear blog post. And today is July 1st when chapter 9 published in <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/06/age-two.html?m=1">My Argentina</a>.&nbsp;</p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/nta3uFDEr24" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 26: Part 1--Uncle Dan https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/week-26-part-1-uncle-dan.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6e853cce-90b8-a48f-7284-0f44d9d0f80c Tue, 29 Jun 2021 12:22:30 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">This time I open with blooms from Maine, not Tennessee. That is where I spent the weekend. No one guessed the airport hints from last post.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Anyway, my brother Alan and I flew from Indianapolis to Portland, Maine, rented a car and drove to Waterville to visit our one remaining uncle--Daniel Hirschy (Mother's brother) who still lives at home at age 103. His two youngest daughters live with him. Kathy grows lovely flowers, too many to photograph all of them. I chose this honeysuckle bush because the start came from Grandma Hirschy and also it reminds me of the kind we enjoyed in Argentina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo6R_c2MvSA/YNoSxCmiQxI/AAAAAAAAbPM/1yN8Ch2QFvI4nKWCxkjW26qh8A-A00QUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208619744_10101236420806206_2740172804800289102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo6R_c2MvSA/YNoSxCmiQxI/AAAAAAAAbPM/1yN8Ch2QFvI4nKWCxkjW26qh8A-A00QUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208619744_10101236420806206_2740172804800289102_n.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">On the 21st of June, he commented that he is already two months into his 104th. He does not complain, says he's nearing heaven (but does not act like it!). Several times he spoke of longing to see the 14 martyred pastors he trained. In 1973 Dan and Eleanor Hirschy went back to Chad for their seventh term. It only lasted 4 months before they were detained and evicted for "subversive" teaching that kept the people from performing the required idolatrous initiation rites. Fourteen church leaders were arrested, shot and buried in a mass grave.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He regaled us with stories of their many years in Africa: hunting elephants (back when it was allowed and the natives made good use of every part), antelope, hippos; building their house (ant hills, best soil for making bricks) and furniture; toils and travels.&nbsp;<br /><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAMOfhDz78k/YNoTnZyASUI/AAAAAAAAbPo/hsih2XOOJ3smg-vrby1r59H1lKi1ne5ngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1553/Home%2Bin%2BChad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1553" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAMOfhDz78k/YNoTnZyASUI/AAAAAAAAbPo/hsih2XOOJ3smg-vrby1r59H1lKi1ne5ngCLcBGAsYHQ/w490-h640/Home%2Bin%2BChad.jpg" width="490" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Their home in Africa</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEqHYruuKw/YNoTDozb0HI/AAAAAAAAbPU/De0F-1YWpxgBG6r4-_vWZoU3GhhhLZzqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Uncle%2BDan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEqHYruuKw/YNoTDozb0HI/AAAAAAAAbPU/De0F-1YWpxgBG6r4-_vWZoU3GhhhLZzqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Uncle%2BDan.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He loves poetry, always has. I recorded several, and hope I can upload at least one. His favorite one by Robert Burns, oft quoted to his wife--<i><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43812/a-red-red-rose#:~:text=So%20fair%20art%20thou%2C%20my,a'%20the%20seas%20gang%20dry.">A Red, Red Rose</a>.&nbsp;</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He enjoyed telling us stories about his treasured things. The little swing he made for a couple's Valentine get together where each wife had to guess which one was made for her. Eleanor recognized her husband's handiwork immediately and the reference to their favorite spot.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">The girls play a word game with him almost daily. I played one with him Sunday afternoon. Despite his very poor eye sight, he taught me anagrams.<br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QEQHk5KCnY/YNtAvt0as7I/AAAAAAAAbRA/DlzwYv9-cfgCcwIoQOtZPg8mrWW8qYCUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208680485_10101236424219366_2390568459747621952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QEQHk5KCnY/YNtAvt0as7I/AAAAAAAAbRA/DlzwYv9-cfgCcwIoQOtZPg8mrWW8qYCUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208680485_10101236424219366_2390568459747621952_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Photo credit, Alan Hoyt</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">The girls take such good care of their father. I say that's the secret of his long life!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwEkDvKrEc/YNoTKgfw3_I/AAAAAAAAbPY/p08A4O6-F0I1I2Gl1J4a9eYfik6Ydzm3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Hirschy%2Bsisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwEkDvKrEc/YNoTKgfw3_I/AAAAAAAAbPY/p08A4O6-F0I1I2Gl1J4a9eYfik6Ydzm3ACLcBGAsYHQ/w636-h640/Hirschy%2Bsisters.jpg" width="636" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sunday dinner; Linda by the sign she painted; Kathy and Pumpkin the cat.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Linda has artistic talent like her father before her, and my mother (he has several of her paintings in his room)! I learned that our grandfather Hirschy also painted some, but didn't have time with his full life as a pastor and family of six.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXypGxtn-Q8/YNoTyulRYfI/AAAAAAAAbPs/lKCF-Ebh4LseNJ5L_GWUyQaehaNU-xt-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/209046220_10101236420841136_8333724266215357306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXypGxtn-Q8/YNoTyulRYfI/AAAAAAAAbPs/lKCF-Ebh4LseNJ5L_GWUyQaehaNU-xt-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/209046220_10101236420841136_8333724266215357306_n.jpg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Painting by Uncle Dan in his youth</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Both sisters have worked at the same hospital for more than 35 years. Kathy is the one who drives and helps Uncle Dan in and out of the car. He still loves to go to church. Even though he cannot hear hardly, he thrives on the fellowship.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zixZ2x4diUc/YNoTU5ydhdI/AAAAAAAAbPg/dbAAIRTN5fAuQ28wW3K_1d9ohVv4ThVPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zixZ2x4diUc/YNoTU5ydhdI/AAAAAAAAbPg/dbAAIRTN5fAuQ28wW3K_1d9ohVv4ThVPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w636-h640/FotoJet.jpg" width="636" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Getting in and out of the car; Alan helping him up the ramp and into the church</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">You gathered, I'm sure, that it was a full and blessed weekend. The flights were smooth as well, although we were delayed five hours on our return due to weather. We were grateful it was not cancelled.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Meanwhile back in Indiana, Michael spent most of Monday involved in the memorial service for a faithful mentor who worked with the robotics team many years.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xq6Zc0Twos/YNoUSoNPHfI/AAAAAAAAbP0/9pq_kS1H9UUmKCAhpSsbHhTpk8pNUt4UwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1553/Gary%2BRice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1553" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xq6Zc0Twos/YNoUSoNPHfI/AAAAAAAAbP0/9pq_kS1H9UUmKCAhpSsbHhTpk8pNUt4UwCLcBGAsYHQ/w306-h400/Gary%2BRice.jpg" width="306" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">And he continued painting the house during every spare moment.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FQEmzbqjU/YNoUhqaO41I/AAAAAAAAbP4/bJCst99ktBYqNYgUMugaV34KQvWEMUJjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208680120_10101236423510786_2403351069922623991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FQEmzbqjU/YNoUhqaO41I/AAAAAAAAbP4/bJCst99ktBYqNYgUMugaV34KQvWEMUJjQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/208680120_10101236423510786_2403351069922623991_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Look for Part 2 <i>mañana o pasado </i>(tomorrow or the next day).</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/N3eJF5RTPYw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Thank You, Dr. Leax, for Your Inspiration (part 2) https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/06/24/thank-you-dr-leax-for-your-inspiration-part-2/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:72366ab3-e76f-dde7-41dc-3620b18d14a6 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 18:46:59 -0400 I am recently inspired by a book that I randomly picked up in a dusty resale shop in Marion, Indiana. You know how it goes &#8212; at least if you&#8217;re a reader or writer &#8212; the first stop is in the back where castoffs unsold at garage sales or lugged from overflowing home libraries rest [&#8230;] Summer's Eve https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/summers-eve.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb2896a9-4952-6cdd-f559-381d33b22f47 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 11:45:40 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karin has so many flowers that she made two Sunday bouquets. Do you have a preference?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I always liked calla lilies because they were abundant in Argentina, but had only ever seen white ones.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tnJ0_aLJGY/YNN8L-KRsbI/AAAAAAAAbK8/oA7RnNfUpFAjtkjFhj-7HwESxmiiDBFWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/bouquets%2B6.13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tnJ0_aLJGY/YNN8L-KRsbI/AAAAAAAAbK8/oA7RnNfUpFAjtkjFhj-7HwESxmiiDBFWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquets%2B6.13.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to go for a walk most days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Monday, I was taking this picture from the bridge when Michael drove by on his way to work at Stephan's.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uocDLkkC7qw/YNN8VlHTpsI/AAAAAAAAbLA/bDru3kgdfOUDj3RUgAtVo3BdlxGpM4SlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/198841933_10101229669989896_7160180650985524250_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uocDLkkC7qw/YNN8VlHTpsI/AAAAAAAAbLA/bDru3kgdfOUDj3RUgAtVo3BdlxGpM4SlACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/198841933_10101229669989896_7160180650985524250_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what the house looked like as I drove in that evening for the weekly dinner.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs84vHynZWw/YNN88pvk-cI/AAAAAAAAbLY/fGqwmxga4MckX78s6ntqzjmsVaKT5GsEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/173977612_10101233560213856_8027747565224798289_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="960" height="285" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs84vHynZWw/YNN88pvk-cI/AAAAAAAAbLY/fGqwmxga4MckX78s6ntqzjmsVaKT5GsEwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h285/173977612_10101233560213856_8027747565224798289_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesdays, my friend Jane and I walk for an hour. The daisies were everywhere.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j_PgS7eZZA/YNN9MxBy7sI/AAAAAAAAbLk/t3c9fcw5TUcAmI-CPQRRAI8PKfz-l2IrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/204833307_10101233560243796_4882780424285936051_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j_PgS7eZZA/YNN9MxBy7sI/AAAAAAAAbLk/t3c9fcw5TUcAmI-CPQRRAI8PKfz-l2IrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/204833307_10101233560243796_4882780424285936051_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I accomplished some bigger cleaning projects this week. One was the deck. We enjoyed a couple meals outdoors in the beautiful weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOpnei-WSOY/YNN8i7I4tOI/AAAAAAAAbLI/9hQjlafgfqoLBku6cE_XNzJUmlXmpp_LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/203582491_10101233560183916_4002876790102649823_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOpnei-WSOY/YNN8i7I4tOI/AAAAAAAAbLI/9hQjlafgfqoLBku6cE_XNzJUmlXmpp_LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/203582491_10101233560183916_4002876790102649823_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael stayed home most of the week and began tackling the big project of repainting the house.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lBPUyVHENQ/YNN82HNPqkI/AAAAAAAAbLU/VKv3zFeoPz4JbHUnGzCboM3tpHLqnJtbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/206029413_10101234365584886_8215587885165497691_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lBPUyVHENQ/YNN82HNPqkI/AAAAAAAAbLU/VKv3zFeoPz4JbHUnGzCboM3tpHLqnJtbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/206029413_10101234365584886_8215587885165497691_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday, I picked up Rebecca from the library. She wanted to visit Kalani, so we dropped by briefly. Later we painted rocks and went out in the neighborhood to distribute or hide them.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg4WqVTxjDI/YNN_POSvlTI/AAAAAAAAbL8/aSK804GgZ-ovH9Mo5O1-JNhVA8dfoN7ywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/R%2B%2526%2BK%2Bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1298" height="404" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg4WqVTxjDI/YNN_POSvlTI/AAAAAAAAbL8/aSK804GgZ-ovH9Mo5O1-JNhVA8dfoN7ywCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h404/R%2B%2526%2BK%2Bday.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Thursday was like a date-day. Michael and I hiked the Taylor U cross country track, went for a swim in Dove's Crossing pool (Stephan and Karen's), did some shopping and ate dinner at Applebee's.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvmkPSbA4Cw/YNN_cs9W4TI/AAAAAAAAbMA/jHtk2Cj4yuESbODgL97b-RVV5ezKTOx0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/CrossCountry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1298" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvmkPSbA4Cw/YNN_cs9W4TI/AAAAAAAAbMA/jHtk2Cj4yuESbODgL97b-RVV5ezKTOx0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/CrossCountry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, my brother Alan and I flew for a weekend visit to a very special relative.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you guess from where we took off and where we went?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_CQ7mrqss/YNN_oItk78I/AAAAAAAAbMI/-lJEY84IYy0CA1VEVv_i6Emc1GkxzZ_qgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/airports.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="1298" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_CQ7mrqss/YNN_oItk78I/AAAAAAAAbMI/-lJEY84IYy0CA1VEVv_i6Emc1GkxzZ_qgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/airports.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Much more to tell about our wonderful time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, I must publish this, last week's report, before it's time for another one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YAMf9DA7qVg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Highs and Lows https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-fragrant-dahlia-snatched-from-bush.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b1cbc9e8-8589-f834-ddac-874b6656ecc1 Wed, 16 Jun 2021 11:51:32 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The fragrant dahlia, snatched from a bush by the side of the road, and placed in Leah's colorful decoupaged vase, brought me joy this week.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aS_JwI4U/YMeNZF_5pNI/AAAAAAAAbKY/_Zy4NqBolwMxJ_jAnE9ePKob-C3orcttwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1306/198038335_10101229694106566_8002502316224308974_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aS_JwI4U/YMeNZF_5pNI/AAAAAAAAbKY/_Zy4NqBolwMxJ_jAnE9ePKob-C3orcttwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/198038335_10101229694106566_8002502316224308974_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I have been accused of&nbsp; portraying an unrealistically positive family life in my blog. True, I may be an incorrigible optimist. However, I must admit that we lived a most difficult and painful week, the kind that one does not talk about openly.&nbsp;<div><div>I thought this post would consist only of the different wildflowers I discovered on my walk each day. However, as the week unfolded, meaningful memories surfaced, and serious struggles led to major victories.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>Monday evening as I drove into the Dove Crossing lane (Stephan and Karen's), I had to stop to admire the poppies and cornflowers (?) <span style="font-size: x-small;">[Please add or correct names as we go along.]</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjrGlyqA3E8/YMd9Z-ztsSI/AAAAAAAAbJE/TyWdbjdC0l46hs7fdGlwioFs_05amhNAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201201191_10101229668018846_9035148965879484028_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjrGlyqA3E8/YMd9Z-ztsSI/AAAAAAAAbJE/TyWdbjdC0l46hs7fdGlwioFs_05amhNAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201201191_10101229668018846_9035148965879484028_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next, of course, is to notice all the progress on the new house, the work of father and son, including some tricky laying on roof maneuvers pictured in Karen's blog post&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/" style="text-align: center;">More siding</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On our Tuesday walk, Jane and I admired these azalea bushes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKEIBSbsUY/YMd-u2cs0pI/AAAAAAAAbJM/NHd7LRBVdkcjWYYXO_OLpCVWocIJZu0rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/azaleas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKEIBSbsUY/YMd-u2cs0pI/AAAAAAAAbJM/NHd7LRBVdkcjWYYXO_OLpCVWocIJZu0rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/azaleas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I walked through the woods. She wanted to get as close as possible to the pond in the back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paODoLFta7o/YMd_Ebxe3LI/AAAAAAAAbJU/yjQygTRrEIMAwC3AQQExaDvBChfrPKoQACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201313824_10101229668298286_410023157842692817_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paODoLFta7o/YMd_Ebxe3LI/AAAAAAAAbJU/yjQygTRrEIMAwC3AQQExaDvBChfrPKoQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201313824_10101229668298286_410023157842692817_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, was grandson-in-law Matt's birthday, which always reminds me of our house fire, June 10th 2011, ten years ago already!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2011/06/">After the house fire</a>, a post I wrote describes the clean up that followed and includes a photo with tall Matt in the back. We had paused for a wonderful lunch our friend Dane brought us from the annual Strawberry Festival going on in Upland--tenderloin sandwiches and strawberry shortcakes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0SYjSOCP4k/YMeCF1Y6S3I/AAAAAAAAbJk/5Lzin1IgRx8-QqmYlB6D9HLzlcFgKvrNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMAG0048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="640" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0SYjSOCP4k/YMeCF1Y6S3I/AAAAAAAAbJk/5Lzin1IgRx8-QqmYlB6D9HLzlcFgKvrNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h239/IMAG0048.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Leah posted this memory: among the ashes a reminder that God was with us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5lX_4f70g/YMeACaNSN2I/AAAAAAAAbJc/_mQ8qwQ4mzoVQfAOc6S0ZQwiO1IE8oE7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s808/242307_10150203090582934_4306334_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5lX_4f70g/YMeACaNSN2I/AAAAAAAAbJc/_mQ8qwQ4mzoVQfAOc6S0ZQwiO1IE8oE7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242307_10150203090582934_4306334_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah's most recent painting also reflects the concept of a stable core amidst the dancing fighting emotions we experience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9udwZQeNPTw/YMeCYF-1ncI/AAAAAAAAbJs/DL4EM3Ls8xUzpHmE_9ZgJkKs2PtMksdYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/200901041_10101227643980036_2945809531689788148_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9udwZQeNPTw/YMeCYF-1ncI/AAAAAAAAbJs/DL4EM3Ls8xUzpHmE_9ZgJkKs2PtMksdYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/200901041_10101227643980036_2945809531689788148_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my walk that day on the Detamore trail I encountered so many beautiful reminders of God's hand in nature and only wish I could also post the fragrances I enjoyed along the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJn8xqHVayA/YMeMqfYjrfI/AAAAAAAAbKQ/JaLEdi_EAREZrZHCFaVwWBlWGZADusB-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/trail%2Bblooms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJn8xqHVayA/YMeMqfYjrfI/AAAAAAAAbKQ/JaLEdi_EAREZrZHCFaVwWBlWGZADusB-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w462-h640/trail%2Bblooms.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Friday, I observed how death and&nbsp;new life coexist all around us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoIwiMFb7rI/YMeL12swSHI/AAAAAAAAbJ8/Ir649_eCiLoRJK68TK5lon7Sj63cearxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s868/death%2Band%2Blife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="868" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoIwiMFb7rI/YMeL12swSHI/AAAAAAAAbJ8/Ir649_eCiLoRJK68TK5lon7Sj63cearxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/death%2Band%2Blife.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon we attended the memorial service for a well loved woman, our former neighbor,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/thestarpress/obituary.aspx?n=hope-carroll-robinson&amp;pid=198958809" style="text-align: left;">Hope Robinson</a>. The church was packed with some of the hundreds of people she helped and cared for over the years, especially the foreign students she welcomed and provided for. They called her Grandma Hope.</div><div><br /></div>Saturday, as usual Michael left to ride his bicycle with the group from Muncie. He was wearing the jersey from eleven years ago when he attempted the very challenging French Pyrenees. This time it was the 94 degree heat that was too much. Mid afternoon he called to be picked up in the neighboring town after completing 75 of the 100 miles.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8O5wGFBsy8/YMeFW0c4t1I/AAAAAAAAbJ0/w3cWKKNCd28DB2WVj-DOXwPyND1CmaMHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201511912_10101229668647586_8379968796685805222_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8O5wGFBsy8/YMeFW0c4t1I/AAAAAAAAbJ0/w3cWKKNCd28DB2WVj-DOXwPyND1CmaMHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201511912_10101229668647586_8379968796685805222_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I put in my monthly shift at Helping Hand and afterwards enjoyed food, music, vendors at the Strawberry Festival.</div><div>Earlier Leah's family walked her dog Zeus in the puppy parade.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rynZFE6xKKY/YMeMDZdzjnI/AAAAAAAAbKA/JH2gQAe0Qjs412oFUzH6ne4XyG5YtSB0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Dog%2BParade.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rynZFE6xKKY/YMeMDZdzjnI/AAAAAAAAbKA/JH2gQAe0Qjs412oFUzH6ne4XyG5YtSB0QCLcBGAsYHQ/w462-h640/Dog%2BParade.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, and I also attended the ceremony to honor two deserving members of the Upland community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICF4XgfZc2w/YMeMUvXr-fI/AAAAAAAAbKI/jg9EkrEprf4GWksozbiHjtxPIsJqcSMhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/200758354_10101229669765346_1105224107789762353_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICF4XgfZc2w/YMeMUvXr-fI/AAAAAAAAbKI/jg9EkrEprf4GWksozbiHjtxPIsJqcSMhgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/200758354_10101229669765346_1105224107789762353_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Later at home I watched a livestreamed&nbsp;<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqoVceIWxsc&amp;t=5514s">Celebration of Doulos</a>, our home for five years, 1978-1983. A good end to a difficult week.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YZqrifmrZVs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding the Copyright Page https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/05/27/lets-get-tech-y-adding-the-copyright-page/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:9fb42f32-7de1-4f24-0fa9-835c8c23fc07 Thu, 27 May 2021 13:10:30 -0400 As I noted in this previous post, the key must-haves in your manuscript include your title page, your copyright page, and your Table of Contents (standard in nonfiction; optional in fiction). That previous post covered creating your title page; now let&#8217;s talk about creating the copyright page. Copyright page After you’ve finished the title page, [&#8230;] Return http://fairwriter.blogspot.com/2021/04/return.html FairWriter urn:uuid:19bb1b44-50a4-e496-a56e-7056a2f51ec1 Mon, 26 Apr 2021 21:07:57 -0400 <div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">A return to the pen on paper.<br />Ink from the soul splurged on a white sheet.<br />Will you consume my smorgasbord of spelling and reprieve?<br />An art that dies will resurrect a need for transparency.<br />Return to poetry.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The ache to master the language of the babbling baby.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The need to communicate as an adult.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Shakespeare expectations meet cliche.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I am not a poet, but I write as I grieve.</span></div> Let’s Get Tech-y: Creating Your Title Page https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/04/07/lets-get-tech-y-creating-your-title-page/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e1706a41-07d5-2ad9-c817-637c11494916 Wed, 07 Apr 2021 12:54:21 -0400 Part of delivering a pristine manuscript is to make sure all the pieces are in place. This includes your book’s front and back matter. Whether you’re delivering your book to an editor or preparing to self-publish it, make sure all of the front and back matter (referring to material that comes before and after the [&#8230;]