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/ Weird Things for Which I Am Thankful 2020 http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=43505 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:ad1dddb0-bf60-e1f5-ad3e-b7aed68e572e Wed, 25 Nov 2020 09:47:39 -0500 Anyone here like Christmas better than Thanksgiving? With God’s incredible gift of His Son, family celebrations, music, decorations and food, it doesn’t get any better than that. But families also express gratitude for each other at Thanksgiving, for freedom, health and — last, but not least — hope through Christ. Along with the food, it [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201123-p-pilgrim-2168639_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43503" width="282" height="282" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201123-p-pilgrim-2168639_1280.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201123-p-pilgrim-2168639_1280-150x150.jpg 150w" sizes="(max-width: 282px) 100vw, 282px" /></figure></div> <p>Anyone here like Christmas better than Thanksgiving?</p> <p>With God’s incredible gift of His Son, family celebrations, music, decorations and food, it doesn’t get any better than that.</p> <p>But families also express gratitude for each other at Thanksgiving, for freedom, health and — last, but not least — hope through Christ. Along with the food, it doesn’t get any better than that.</p> <p>I’m forced to enjoy a draw, nixing healthy eating until a January Judgment Day.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-grateful-x-mas-4711785_1920-cropped-1024x992.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43511" width="316" height="305" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-grateful-x-mas-4711785_1920-cropped-1024x992.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-grateful-x-mas-4711785_1920-cropped-300x291.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-grateful-x-mas-4711785_1920-cropped-768x744.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-grateful-x-mas-4711785_1920-cropped-624x604.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-grateful-x-mas-4711785_1920-cropped.jpg 1303w" sizes="(max-width: 316px) 100vw, 316px" /></figure></div> <p>I also want to express gratitude for little blessings — even weird ones — that seldom receive a nod or notice:</p> <p><strong>Fuzzy bathroom rugs.</strong> These don’t rank up there with world peace or an Indianapolis Colts victory, but on chilly mornings, they mean everything to wet, freezing toes.</p> <p><strong>Combines blocking the road.</strong> Already late, I forget these are a blessing. Other drivers’ gestures indicate they forget, too. But these bulky, balky monsters and hardworking farmers ensure food on our tables.</p> <p><strong>Bananas.</strong> With this nutritious, easy-open, eco-friendly fruit — no refrigeration necessary — our children thrived. True, bananas’ squishability, the babies’ sticky reaches and my long hair proved problematic. Still, they blessed lunch boxes and trips. When emergencies interrupted my skinny physician husband’s meals, I sent bananas with him to eat on the way.</p> <p>Today, neither of us worry about weight loss. Still, we’re glad bananas will be around for our future, with or without teeth.</p> <p><strong>The color purple.</strong> What would we do without purple violets and irises, plums and eggplants? Without royal velvets and wild purple storm clouds — and essentials like Grape Slushies and Super Bubble Gum?</p> <p><strong>My 2010 car.</strong> New models map routes, parallel park and warm butts. Some drivers, though, given a Starship Enterprise dashboard, threaten the universe. Even driving my old Ford, I’ve occasionally popped the hood when I meant to open the trunk. If I tried to warm my posterior while driving 70 miles per hour, I’d hit the parallel parking mechanism.</p> <p>I’m thankful for my simple, old car. You should be, too.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-prairie-grasses-5063593_1920-831x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43516" width="323" height="398" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-prairie-grasses-5063593_1920-831x1024.jpg 831w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-prairie-grasses-5063593_1920-243x300.jpg 243w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-prairie-grasses-5063593_1920-768x946.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-prairie-grasses-5063593_1920-624x769.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-prairie-grasses-5063593_1920.jpg 1025w" sizes="(max-width: 323px) 100vw, 323px" /></figure></div> <p><strong>Ranch dressing</strong>, available only since the 1980s. How did we as a civilization survive without it?</p> <p><strong>Free parking lots.</strong> Metropolitan drivers spend hundreds to park in scary garages. I revel in nearly unlimited free parking, saving my neck, my bucks and my sanity.</p> <p><strong>Bankers without firearms.</strong> I’ve entered Honduran banks where guards accessorized with ammunition belts and machine guns. I’m thankful my bankers are armed only with smiles.</p> <p><strong>Gardeners who plant</strong> <strong>prairie grass</strong>. They validate those of us who grow it unintentionally.</p> <p>Finally, I’m thankful I never played<strong> the turkey</strong> in a school production.</p> <p>Still debating whether you like Thanksgiving or Christmas most? It’s a draw, right?</p> <p>A draw for the turkey, too.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201125-p-turkey-1299176_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-43504" width="477" height="401"/></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Can you list weird things for which you’re thankful?</p> Week 47 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-47.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ad27b64e-77aa-3478-a967-84e9c3314782 Tue, 24 Nov 2020 19:48:42 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin thought her weekly bouquets were over. However, one hydrangea bush continues to produce blooms in different colors! The azalea plant blossomed again as well. Spring flowers are appearing and it is not even winter yet! What's up with the weather in Tennessee? Or, is God sending cheer at a time when they are caring for cousin Ed, her brother, who is so ill?</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/-SUnYgFOST9g/X7whH7IFNtI/AAAAAAAAZos/Y9IvFS_9NEgYI5XYcOIMOImh8zSrPXPzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2BNovember%2B17%252C%2B2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUnYgFOST9g/X7whH7IFNtI/AAAAAAAAZos/Y9IvFS_9NEgYI5XYcOIMOImh8zSrPXPzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2BNovember%2B17%252C%2B2020.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A pleasant surprise, to taste and texture, came this week when I learned about <i>jícama</i>, which arrived in a Misfits box a couple weeks ago, great by itself or in the lovely&nbsp;<a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/7xgmvgxXXg/">salad</a>&nbsp;by Pioneer Woman. Can you pick out the&nbsp;<i>jícama</i>?</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/-9yJkSTXrBSo/X7wjiEFpiEI/AAAAAAAAZo0/nL2JtLaJzywhRqr1N15d5sh6p7c34lLhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127270222_10101121334265556_7991578723200262969_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJkSTXrBSo/X7wjiEFpiEI/AAAAAAAAZo0/nL2JtLaJzywhRqr1N15d5sh6p7c34lLhACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/127270222_10101121334265556_7991578723200262969_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;">Another lovely surprise came when my neighbor-friend and I resumed what had been our weekly coffee date. Katie Rich moved her <a href="https://www.theechonews.com/article/2019/11/pursuing-dreams-with-common-grounds">business </a>to a much larger space, and delightfully decorated with so many nooks for us to explore in upcoming visits.&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/-39i76c_7ThQ/X70jcQxt-UI/AAAAAAAAZo8/WfFb6--cR3cCFSWWV_hCLYn62O6T9hYvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/126267492_10101121334145796_6366807776990726572_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/-39i76c_7ThQ/X70jcQxt-UI/AAAAAAAAZo8/WfFb6--cR3cCFSWWV_hCLYn62O6T9hYvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/126267492_10101121334145796_6366807776990726572_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHHGWMoDQFI/X70jj1C3NkI/AAAAAAAAZpA/Pg3suIEcvnwWpSOW8Z5CKvYVKfEHSLtRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127508432_10101121334195696_1004515441122688843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHHGWMoDQFI/X70jj1C3NkI/AAAAAAAAZpA/Pg3suIEcvnwWpSOW8Z5CKvYVKfEHSLtRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/127508432_10101121334195696_1004515441122688843_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many photos surfaced this week remembering my brother Lynn, three years after his passing. Not long ago I joined a Facebook group sharing memories of our elementary school--EX ALUMNOS DE LA ESCUELA 42 DE DON BOSCO. I posted a couple of pics of Lynn's classes and got quite a few responses. In this one (1957) he is behind and closest to the teacher.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What do you think of our school uniforms? White and starched, a nightmare for mothers! I just noticed that the boys are even wearing ties.</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/-adjplX2UVv8/X70jw9yFkrI/AAAAAAAAZpI/FM8XJggrZCopqUrCIzn_jBYendDU6_hnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1195/23668972_10100509006375556_7042577340268480753_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1195" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adjplX2UVv8/X70jw9yFkrI/AAAAAAAAZpI/FM8XJggrZCopqUrCIzn_jBYendDU6_hnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/23668972_10100509006375556_7042577340268480753_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of his classmates wrote that he was our neighbor and Lynn's good friend. He was sorry to hear of his passing. I had an unidentified photo and asked if he was the one with Lynn. Yes, he said.&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/-659anraKZRM/X70j3SMNxwI/AAAAAAAAZpQ/UM98pP9cIbobWjN9AxYUeiF33rKh8kt8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s482/Lynn%2Band%2BEnzo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="482" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-659anraKZRM/X70j3SMNxwI/AAAAAAAAZpQ/UM98pP9cIbobWjN9AxYUeiF33rKh8kt8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Lynn%2Band%2BEnzo.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;">Now I need to ask Enzo whether this was the house he remembers. It was the first one we lived in in that town, Don Bosco, on the outskirts of Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina.</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/-mQpcx9wTrfY/X70j9xM8yrI/AAAAAAAAZpU/wjbdLe5e2KwxSI14JoWSbhvIIiMrIR9rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s782/127243133_10101121333706676_8389014564912167088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="552" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQpcx9wTrfY/X70j9xM8yrI/AAAAAAAAZpU/wjbdLe5e2KwxSI14JoWSbhvIIiMrIR9rgCLcBGAsYHQ/w453-h640/127243133_10101121333706676_8389014564912167088_n.jpg" width="453" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan came early a couple of days to try his luck at hunting back in our woods. The deer sadly avoided him. But I enjoyed our breakfast chats after.</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/-AvHI1N2TQvk/X71sVHk6u-I/AAAAAAAAZqM/di050t-6GiQbCfdX5ddoK5dym64NomfaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127243133_10101121334095896_306518507406822904_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/-AvHI1N2TQvk/X71sVHk6u-I/AAAAAAAAZqM/di050t-6GiQbCfdX5ddoK5dym64NomfaQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/127243133_10101121334095896_306518507406822904_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I spent a delightful afternoon with Rebecca. Her attention span is short which allows for a variety of activities. The Bible story this time was of Jesus washing the disciples' feet, an example of <i>gentleness</i>. Only one more fruit of the Spirit to talk about when Basics resumes after the holidays--<i>self-control</i>, which Rebecca referred to as <i>strongness</i>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPTVLDzgF0/X70kHLngEII/AAAAAAAAZpg/KkdFhYiCOms3QY7Tvp9nmccHylP0-cvcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/126584299_10101121334055976_3734372552118346303_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPTVLDzgF0/X70kHLngEII/AAAAAAAAZpg/KkdFhYiCOms3QY7Tvp9nmccHylP0-cvcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/126584299_10101121334055976_3734372552118346303_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was gone at the time, on yet another overnight camping trip, probably the last one of the 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/-q0WID2bLDHg/X70r0aztnUI/AAAAAAAAZp8/KXbYd6Mi62M6e_YwHymc2XbjubqlyIiQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2040/127168576_10224503271832877_4245628291246327668_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1148" data-original-width="2040" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WID2bLDHg/X70r0aztnUI/AAAAAAAAZp8/KXbYd6Mi62M6e_YwHymc2XbjubqlyIiQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/127168576_10224503271832877_4245628291246327668_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday we were remembering Malachi on his 22nd birthday. Of the numerous photos I chose two: the professional cute toddler pic and a selfie of us on my first visit to him when he was a college freshman. He is now in his fourth year at Grace College.</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/-V3dAQoR226A/X70pVO_WNAI/AAAAAAAAZp0/EKKIf-idSu8ZF2uu-Wo1-AGUF_uCL0zdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/50272816_10215832493698328_7315828862854627328_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3dAQoR226A/X70pVO_WNAI/AAAAAAAAZp0/EKKIf-idSu8ZF2uu-Wo1-AGUF_uCL0zdACLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h320/50272816_10215832493698328_7315828862854627328_o.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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oYMMS4htTE/X70sCo9G-mI/AAAAAAAAZqA/ryGTVh80QDYUaRkpyDAScHVR1Rq81jXOACLcBGAsYHQ/s800/21272473_10100469839601086_4972843517276641164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oYMMS4htTE/X70sCo9G-mI/AAAAAAAAZqA/ryGTVh80QDYUaRkpyDAScHVR1Rq81jXOACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/21272473_10100469839601086_4972843517276641164_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday we had the delightful visit of friends from nearly fifty years ago. We were together in Germany when I was pregnant with Stephan and Donna with her third. We shared many stories and tried to catch up on our growing families. We also taught them our favorite game, Splendor.&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/-c5ol75LsO8A/X70kTDJlxhI/AAAAAAAAZpo/CEwKXKeLLoQ8s_FyczY84FEzVF_B6rlcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127436129_10101121333626836_2802460457080648874_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ol75LsO8A/X70kTDJlxhI/AAAAAAAAZpo/CEwKXKeLLoQ8s_FyczY84FEzVF_B6rlcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/127436129_10101121333626836_2802460457080648874_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look who else came along! Kipper was so sweet and well-behaved.</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/-cnXO-InQGQ0/X70kdRGb4OI/AAAAAAAAZps/g0X_XzHjU_w3uCJLX7WtSajyLoEpphl9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127251007_10101121333671746_6891297433633180178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnXO-InQGQ0/X70kdRGb4OI/AAAAAAAAZps/g0X_XzHjU_w3uCJLX7WtSajyLoEpphl9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/127251007_10101121333671746_6891297433633180178_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;">That was most of our fun for the week. What about you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></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 />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3UhgxGzUYC4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Saying Thank-you Is Hard! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=43396 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9600c198-6cea-644b-7267-4733a5cd6241 Mon, 23 Nov 2020 08:58:58 -0500 O Lord, when I was a kid, gratitude didn’t come easy. Mom would prompt, “What do you say?” and I’d mutter the “Thank you” that got grown-ups off my back. In 2020, it doesn’t come easy, either. Still, OMG, thank You. Thank You. Thank You!   <p><strong>O Lord, when I was a kid, gratitude didn’t come easy. Mom would prompt, “What do you say?” and I’d mutter the “Thank you” that got grown-ups off my back. In 2020, it doesn’t come easy, either. Still, OMG, thank You. Thank You. Thank You!  </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201123-family-4787016_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43397" width="688" height="378"/></figure></div> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Saying Thank you Is Hard! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=43396 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b1765112-4120-4716-bdfb-ac5ef0c022f1 Mon, 23 Nov 2020 08:58:58 -0500 O Lord, when I was a kid, gratitude didn’t come easy. Mom would prompt, “What do you say?” and I’d mutter the “Thank you” that got grown-ups off my back. In 2020, it doesn’t come easy, either. Still, OMG, thank You. Thank You. Thank You!&#160;&#160; <p><strong>O Lord, when I was a kid, gratitude didn’t come easy. Mom would prompt, “What do you say?” and I’d mutter the “Thank you” that got grown-ups off my back. In 2020, it doesn’t come easy, either. Still, OMG, thank You. Thank You. Thank You!&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201123-family-4787016_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43397" width="688" height="378"/></figure></div> How crunchy do you like your science fiction? https://thomasrknight.com/how-crunchy-do-you-like-your-science-fiction Freelance Knight urn:uuid:e19cbfaf-e6d4-0304-fb0d-f89e498b4974 Fri, 20 Nov 2020 09:00:00 -0500 My wife and I watched all four seasons of The Expanse, and we eagerly await the fifth season coming in December. While waiting for the fifth season, and as part of my research for the writing project I am working Week 45 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-45.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9a401e87-9a19-aceb-212c-9d47974d3d89 Thu, 12 Nov 2020 09:39:31 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's blossoms are dying out. Her brother Ed is very ill and she is caring for his daughter. Instead of a real bouquet, I open with one of Mother's paintings. The gentleman who ran the ARTcare with Grace program, said of her: "Kathryn understands color like no one else." I imagine her now enjoying the vibrant color varieties in heaven.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbf22q7uwvg/X6wD2Cf3SfI/AAAAAAAAZlE/RvFP0e2bl-0kd1EeujzxxYPNr91_tM7ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2015/124598309_10101111346815486_722106261808658102_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1420" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbf22q7uwvg/X6wD2Cf3SfI/AAAAAAAAZlE/RvFP0e2bl-0kd1EeujzxxYPNr91_tM7ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/124598309_10101111346815486_722106261808658102_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next, a forgotten photo from last week: Moriah Cruella deVil. College students enjoy Halloween fun 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vv8-4citAA/X6xch_TU9oI/AAAAAAAAZlM/53sOJ2XNb5g8rTnR1FXibZNdl9_mYNKQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s373/123061195_1759451944210966_1225991264277867815_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vv8-4citAA/X6xch_TU9oI/AAAAAAAAZlM/53sOJ2XNb5g8rTnR1FXibZNdl9_mYNKQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123061195_1759451944210966_1225991264277867815_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My projects and accomplishments of the week: the year-end letter, and a good start on the family calendar.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course, the big event of the week was the election. Everyone had varying waiting times. I was there mid-morning and waited in line for at least an hour and a half but had the best time talking with a retired medical missionary to Bangladesh. When Michael went at 1 PM there were only five people ahead of him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next three days I was feeling rather puny with a sore throat. It was strep, no Covid. Even so, I tried to get out and enjoy the beautiful weather.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first afternoon I walked to the bridge nearby and back, about a mile and a half.&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/-Fscrov60dzE/X6xdGmGUUGI/AAAAAAAAZlU/gw67nwQ77-s3flDLc74sbVL2IGu0RgSqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/124623742_10101111344155816_5682329668484263449_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fscrov60dzE/X6xdGmGUUGI/AAAAAAAAZlU/gw67nwQ77-s3flDLc74sbVL2IGu0RgSqwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/124623742_10101111344155816_5682329668484263449_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" title="Mississinewa River" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next two days I wandered through our woods.</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/-ELnarWg7TGA/X6xe7KsodbI/AAAAAAAAZmE/g8aDzzMArxA67M_LlHs0fuM9_DVLk9LdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELnarWg7TGA/X6xe7KsodbI/AAAAAAAAZmE/g8aDzzMArxA67M_LlHs0fuM9_DVLk9LdwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael found time to do a 10-mile hike with the guys. He is very grateful to be able to go that far without much pain and only one half-way rest stop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics program is picking up. That keeps him well occupied now.</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/-u7KczBkd6XQ/X6xdi0kYHeI/AAAAAAAAZlg/n3n-JvcxcigRVJ_oNIk4_m1a5k5XXnRsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7KczBkd6XQ/X6xdi0kYHeI/AAAAAAAAZlg/n3n-JvcxcigRVJ_oNIk4_m1a5k5XXnRsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h640/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote>Sam's birthday celebration was Friday, November 6. It did not seem wise for me to go because of my sore throat, but Michael went anyway and took his sister. Diane had a good time; she doesn't get out much and misses family. They got to see the many improvements on the house.</blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><i>Happy 42nd, Samuel son!&nbsp;</i></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHPYQyxAZ_8/X6xdv6crbgI/AAAAAAAAZlo/coAvGCqu9TkakVGGWn-fJ0ZhkSgkQJPWACLcBGAsYHQ/s1146/124644023_10101111340273596_8602032586230830779_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="1146" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHPYQyxAZ_8/X6xdv6crbgI/AAAAAAAAZlo/coAvGCqu9TkakVGGWn-fJ0ZhkSgkQJPWACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h308/124644023_10101111340273596_8602032586230830779_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>All week long Michael diligently prepared a presentation for a virtual forum Saturday: "Electricity, Electronics, and FRC." He missed riding with the club, but went for a shorter ride later. This beautiful weather cannot be wasted!<div><br /></div><div>The annual Upland Holiday Craft Fair was on, always the first Saturday in November. A friend was able to display and sell some of the knitted-from-scraps items that have accumulated this year over many an evening of TV watching with my honey. Only two sold, so the rest are up for grabs. Take your pick.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_h9GUp5b_s/X6xeChLUsRI/AAAAAAAAZl4/Y3sOgRMB5_gsfJmQByuoOCQGyq_QczmgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1920/Pic%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_h9GUp5b_s/X6xeChLUsRI/AAAAAAAAZl4/Y3sOgRMB5_gsfJmQByuoOCQGyq_QczmgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/Pic%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon was perfect for one last hiking hoorah, just the two of us.</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/-GerVR1hVjKw/X61C2REaWrI/AAAAAAAAZmQ/_8_7K1TAu-8GO_UTPhinA8pbKXIvgluYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Collage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1858" data-original-width="2048" height="363" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GerVR1hVjKw/X61C2REaWrI/AAAAAAAAZmQ/_8_7K1TAu-8GO_UTPhinA8pbKXIvgluYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h363/Collage.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;">What a wonderful surprise to "see" on Facebook a couple from Barcelona that we worked and fellowshipped with in the early years of our marriage when we lived in Germany, now in their 80s, married 61 years.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>¡Hermosos recuerdos, Dios os bendiga,&nbsp;</i><i style="text-align: left;">Antonio y Eugenia</i><i>!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhE6lrAIGqo/X6xdWiUbKgI/AAAAAAAAZlc/XekSjBccN70eVxY8RTsYoOZEnLaNRJKrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s831/124804039_10101111340039066_5745127673797733996_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhE6lrAIGqo/X6xdWiUbKgI/AAAAAAAAZlc/XekSjBccN70eVxY8RTsYoOZEnLaNRJKrgCLcBGAsYHQ/w231-h400/124804039_10101111340039066_5745127673797733996_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><br /></div><div>We are now well into Week 46, and I am just now posting about Week 45 due to life´s <i>unavoidable interruptions, </i>which I prefer to call God-appointments.&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/FkExs8fuqk4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Celebrate Veterans Day https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:3f075fcc-161f-c724-bcfb-fd1a0d9650b9 Wed, 11 Nov 2020 17:27:48 -0500 <p>This week, we honor the veterans who bravely bring and protect liberty. And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home. Chasing Sunrise is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents. He wore the uniform to [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/">Celebrate Veterans Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>This week, we honor the veterans who bravely bring and protect liberty. And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home.</p> <p><a href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb">Chasing Sunrise</a> is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb"><img loading="lazy" width="667" height="1000" src="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-7784" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w" sizes="(max-width: 667px) 100vw, 667px" /></a><figcaption>Chasing Sunrise</figcaption></figure> <p>He wore the uniform to protect lives, but when an assignment kills a friend he leaves the military life behind. When international killers arrive on his island paradise at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are his skills enough this time to protect those he cares about?</p> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong><a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb" target="_blank">Chasing Sunrise</a>: Veterans&nbsp;Day week only $&nbsp;.99</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><a href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm"><img loading="lazy" width="369" height="499" src="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-7783" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg 369w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg 222w" sizes="(max-width: 369px) 100vw, 369px" /></a><figcaption>The Girl Who Wore Freedom with WW2 photos.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>June 6, 1944, Dany was five years old, when U.S. troops&nbsp;liberated her village from Nazi control. Soldiers established a base on Utah Beach, and befriended the people of Sainte Marie du Mont. Wearing&nbsp;a red, white, and blue&nbsp;dress made from American parachutes&nbsp;at the D-Day celebration, Dany&nbsp;was&nbsp;<a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank">The Girl Who Wore Freedom.</a></p> <p><strong><a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank">The Girl Who Wore Freedom:</a>&nbsp;Veterans&nbsp;Day week only $ 1.99</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Get The Girl Who Wore Freedom Today!</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>Happy reading!</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/">Celebrate Veterans Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Our House, a Museum? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=43034 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:d118b38f-7697-bf19-a264-f478077ca322 Wed, 11 Nov 2020 08:36:58 -0500 When my family visited Grandma and Grandpa, no staged historical setup could rival their living museum. Neither learned to drive. When they left their tiny town — a rarity — they took a Greyhound bus. Grandpa plowed with a horse named John. Grandma wore sunbonnets while gardening and bringing cows home. The animals obligingly produced [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-feather-bed-51855_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43036" width="343" height="257"/></figure></div> <p>When my family visited Grandma and Grandpa, no staged historical setup could rival their living museum.</p> <p>Neither learned to drive. When they left their tiny town — a rarity — they took a Greyhound bus.</p> <p>Grandpa plowed with a horse named John. Grandma wore sunbonnets while gardening and bringing cows home. The animals obligingly produced creamy milk my grandparents churned, plunging the dasher up-down, up-down. I could barely raise it, but Grandma helped me shape butter in a wooden mold etched with flowers.</p> <p>They drew water from a well. Its iciness felt good on steamy days when we bathed in washtubs.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-washtub-364712_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43039" width="344" height="258"/><figcaption>Image by HomeMaker from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Grandma and Grandpa didn’t own a television. We grandkids barely survived a week without “Gilligan’s Island,” almost forgetting the words to the theme song (gasp)!</p> <p>To our dismay, our grandparents’ diet centered on their garden’s produce — collards, okra, and black-eyed peas. At night, smothered in featherbeds on sweaty, 90-degree nights, we wondered if we’d live to see the light of day.</p> <p>I decided I would never grow that old. My house would never become a museum.</p> <p>Fast-forward several decades. Our grandson stares at our phone. “You have a landline?”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-phone.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43038" width="349" height="207"/></figure></div> <p>His tone implies, do you also wear a bustle?</p> <p>“Yes,” I said, “but we own smartphones, too.”</p> <p>When I demonstrate I can turn mine on, he looks relieved. Still — “What’s that curly thing on your landline?”</p> <p>“A cord. All phones used to have them.” I chuckle. “Does look like a Slinky.”</p> <p>“What’s a Slinky?”</p> <p>While Hubby and I possess reasonably current laptops and tablet, our grandchildren, accustomed to über-fast technology, consider them fossils, incapable of supporting all-important video games. One child even asks where we dug them up.</p> <p>We attempt board games instead, playing our own Trivial Pursuit. The teens didn’t know a thing about Betty Ford, leisure suits or other crucial 1970s facts.</p> <p>Even our children consider us relics. Why? Just because we drive a 10-year-old sedan. Because I play a piano powered up only by my fingers. That not only stacks of CDs and DVDs clutter our home, but cassette tapes I rewind with a pencil point because boom boxes’ features have died. We even own a turntable and vinyl records.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920-1024x600.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43057" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920-1024x600.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920-300x176.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920-768x450.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920-1536x900.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920-624x366.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-p-record-player-1851576_1920.jpg 1818w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by Pexels from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Our kids try to update us. Now proud owners of a Keurig<sup>®</sup> coffee maker, Hubby and I claim to be cool.</p> <p>In return, we attempt to give them perspective: “Hey, we possess items older than we are.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201111-Mammie-Papaw-Oglesbee.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-43037" width="306" height="272"/><figcaption>Grandma and Grandpa Oglesbee, my dad&#8217;s parents.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>When they stare in disbelief, we point to Great-grandma Norris’s china and silverware. Great-grandma Phillips’s wedding chest. Great-uncle Clarence’s World War II flag with 48 stars.</p> <p>They are visiting a museum for free, too.</p> <p>That’s what grandparents are for, right?</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What relics resided in your grandparents’ home — besides them?</p> Veterans Delivered Liberty https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:bfb8fa33-0e01-785c-18a8-870c124883e8 Mon, 09 Nov 2020 10:06:49 -0500 <p>On November 11, we remember and honor the American veterans who bravely fought for liberty at home and around the world. Danielle Patrix was five-years-old&#160;on June 6, 1944,&#160;when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established Utah Beach near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story: On the day [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">Veterans Delivered Liberty</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr">On November 11, we remember and honor the American veterans who bravely fought for liberty at home and around the world. <strong>Danielle Patrix was five-years-old&nbsp;on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">June 6, 1944,</a>&nbsp;when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">Utah Beach</a> near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story:</strong></p> <p dir="ltr">On the day I was born, France was free.<br /> My mother named me Danielle<br /> and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made.</p> <p>My father held me up in the open window,<br /> so I first heard the sounds of the neighbors<br /> in our village of Sainte Marie du Mont.<br /> I smelled the salt air of the nearby sea.</p> <p>Soon, German soldiers arrived in my country.<br /> Our cobble streets were filled<br /> with the sharp clack-clack of their jack nail boots.<br /> They guarded the beach<br /> and used the church steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>We didn’t have enough food.<br /> My mother, Cecile, didn’t have fabric<br /> to sew clothes for our family.<br /> My family and neighbors<br /> were no longer free to move about.</p> <p>My father, Paul, went far away to England<br /> to fight for France’s freedom.<br /> While he was away, my mother traveled to the<br /> nearby towns where she sold items to buy food for us.<br /> A kind German soldier named Grandpa Paul,<br /> cared for my older brother and me<br /> while Mother was away.<br /> Grandpa Paul knew the French people<br /> had little food and no sugar.<br /> For a treat, he gave me a small glass<br /> with water and sugar.</p> <p>My Papa returned home.<br /> For four years, as I grew up,<br /> my family waited to be free again.<br /> The people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> longed for liberty.</p> <p>In the pre-dawn hours of June 6, 1944,<br /> I woke to the noise of bee-like buzzing.<br /> The boom of planes rolled in from the English Channel,<br /> shaking the church steeple<br /> and rattling Monsieur Blaziot’s Butcher Shop window.<br /> The fumes of airplane engines stung my nose.<br /> I saw the sky&nbsp; filled with green and red<br /> and white parachutes.</p> <p>Mother’s eyes were bright with excitement<br /> as she hurried me into my worn clothes.<br /> Gathered at the window,<br /> my family watched gliders<br /> sweep across the night<br /> and gunfire spit from the church steeple.</p> <p>“Is it possible?” Mother looked hopefully at Papa.<br /> I held Mama’s hand. “What is happening?”<br /> <em>“Les américains, les Anglais.</em>” My father<br /> squeezed my shoulder. “<em>C’est le grand jour.”</em><br /> “The Americans, the English,” Mama repeated.<br /> “They have come,” said my brother, Francis,<br /> “to deliver the big blow.”</p> <p>Papa stepped outside.<br /> One by one, our neighbors came outdoors<br /> until I thought all of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> had spilled from their homes into the night.<br /> I clutched Mama’s hand. “Is it dangerous to go out?”<br /> Mama shook her head. “This is our right.<br /> We remind them not to damage our town.”</p> <p>Too soon I felt sleepy. Tucked back into bed,<br /> my mother’s quilt drawn up to my chin,<br /> I heard Mother go out to stand next to Papa.<br /> I fell asleep to the tat-tat-tatting of guns<br /> and the buzz of airplanes.</p> <p>In the morning, I woke to the sound of … Quiet.<br /> No guns.<br /> No airplanes.<br /> No sharp clack-clack of boots.</p> <p>As the sun rose, my parents, my brother, and I<br /> peered out the window.<br /> A man came from the beach<br /> and calmly crossed the village square.</p> <p>“They landed!” Papa lifted me so I could better see.<br /> I squeezed his neck. “Who?”<br /> “The Americans.” My father went to greet<br /> the newcomer who nodded his thanks.</p> <p>The big American soldier went to the church.<br /> He returned with the four German soldiers<br /> who used the steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>“Last night,” Mama said, “we went to sleep<br /> subjects of Germany and woke Americans.”<br /> “We are free.” Papa and Mama danced a circle<br /> with my brother and me.</p> <p>American soldiers came from the beach.<br /> Looking weary, the men went to the fountain<br /> in our village square<br /> and eagerly drank the cool, clear water.</p> <p>More soldiers arrived on foot from Utah Beach.<br /> They passed right by my house<br /> that stood where the village and the beach met.<br /> With my parents and brother,<br /> I stood along the street to greet<br /> the American soldiers who fought bravely.</p> <p>I had never seen Americans.<br /> Perhaps the Americans<br /> had never seen French people.</p> <p>The American soldiers smiled.<br /> I waved back.<br /> Passing by, the men reached into the packs<br /> they carried and gave me<br /> gum, chocolate, and candies.</p> <p>The day my village was liberated<br /> was the first time I tasted chocolate and candy.<br /> Small and round with a hole in the center,<br /> my favorite came in orange, lemon, and cherry.<br /> They were Lifesavers and they were all delicious.</p> <p>With my apron filled, I ran indoors,<br /> dumped the treats onto the quilt on my bed,<br /> and dashed back outside<br /> to see the first tank rumble past our home<br /> and through Sainte Marie du Mont.</p> <p>In the following days,<br /> some American soldiers continued past our village.<br /> Others built a temporary port on Utah Beach<br /> to provide supplies for the soldiers<br /> fighting to liberate other towns.</p> <p>The grateful French people<br /> of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> invited the American soldiers<br /> into our homes for meals.<br /> We made them part of our families.</p> <p>Three soldiers who often visited our family<br /> were “Tall Larry,” “Big Smitty,” and<br /> Harry Kropnicki. Harry’s wife, Eleanor,<br /> was an American journalist who wrote<br /> about the new girl in her husband’s life.<br /> Harry’s new girl was five-year-old me.</p> <p>The Americans shared canned pineapples.<br /> They gave their torn parachutes to my mother.<br /> Red parachutes had delivered weapons,<br /> and white parachutes delivered the men.</p> <p>Mother used the yards and yards of silk<br /> to sew shirts and aprons.<br /> From red and white parachutes,<br /> she fashioned a dress for me<br /> that looked like an American Flag.</p> <p>In November of 1944, the port closed.<br /> Our American friends left gifts<br /> – an Army jacket and the flag of freedom<br /> that flew over Utah Beach.</p> <p>Eventually the Americans returned to their own<br /> homes and families in the United States.<br /> But my family and I always remembered them<br /> and the liberty they won for us.</p> <p>In the spring of 1945,<br /> the people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> celebrated our freedom<br /> with a D-Day ceremony on Utah Beach.<br /> I wore my American flag dress made from parachutes.<br /> In my new dress I was, “The Girl Who Wore Freedom.”</p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">The Girl Who Wore Freedom, </a>including original photos, is available. </strong></p> <p><strong>Get your copy <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">HERE</a>.</strong></p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2"><img loading="lazy" src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg" width="322" height="436" data-file-id="6073577" data-cke-saved-src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg"></a></p> <p><strong><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> is also available <a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">in French</a>.&nbsp;</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">Get your copy of La Fille En Robe Liberté HERE</a></strong></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">Veterans Delivered Liberty</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Happy Birthday, Dad http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=42928 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:8bc6e365-67a4-b5ff-a090-5d4a944b01fd Mon, 09 Nov 2020 08:37:39 -0500 Lord, Thank You that Dad is celebrating his 93rd birthday in heaven. You know that he pranked fellow pastors with fake calls (“Reveren’, me and my wife is havin’ problems …”) and sometimes answered his phone with “Joe’s Bar.” With a fishing rod, he once cast a jelly doughnut amid his church’s weight-watching group. But [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-media-text alignwide is-stacked-on-mobile"><figure class="wp-block-media-text__media"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/DadLaughing6-17.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42929" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/DadLaughing6-17.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/DadLaughing6-17-147x300.jpg 147w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong>Lord, Thank You that Dad is celebrating his 93<sup>rd</sup> birthday in heaven. You know that he pranked fellow pastors with fake calls (“Reveren’, me and my wife is havin’ problems …”) and sometimes answered his phone with “Joe’s Bar.” With a fishing rod, he once cast a jelly doughnut amid his church’s weight-watching group. But OMG, Dad always was and now forever is crazy for You.&nbsp;</strong></p> </div></div> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding Page Numbers to Your Manuscript https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/11/07/lets-get-tech-y-adding-page-numbers-to-your-manuscript/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:ad958921-32cc-77f5-6945-98d18743419a Sat, 07 Nov 2020 21:35:03 -0500 Do them once, and they will appear on every page. The magic of Microsoft Word makes it fairly simple to add page numbers &#8212; but there&#8217;s always something that could be confusing. Last week you created a template. Open that template and give it a title. Push &#8220;Save As&#8221; and then decide where on your [&#8230;] At Home with the Temporary http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=42794 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:892d9d76-8f1e-5d41-b605-8033267b418d Wed, 04 Nov 2020 09:01:40 -0500 Hubby and I labeled our new home’s difficulties as “temporary.” The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines that word as “lasting for a limited time.” As in, “This sparkly 1970s wallpaper is temporary.” Or, “This white carpet where kids held pop-spitting parties is temporary.” In remodeling timelines, “temporary” resembles a blank, signed check. We should have known better, [&#8230;] <p>Hubby and I labeled our new home’s difficulties as “temporary.”</p> <p>The <em>Merriam-Webster Dictionary</em> defines that word as “lasting for a limited time.” As in, “This sparkly 1970s wallpaper is temporary.” Or, “This white carpet where kids held pop-spitting parties is temporary.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-FrontDoorPM.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42823" width="176" height="369" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-FrontDoorPM.jpg 197w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-FrontDoorPM-143x300.jpg 143w" sizes="(max-width: 176px) 100vw, 176px" /></figure></div> <p>In remodeling timelines, “temporary” resembles a blank, signed check.</p> <p>We should have known better, having delayed remodeling our former house until we’d lived there 23 years. Then spent big bucks making it irresistible … so we could sell it.</p> <p>Now, 11 years later, “temporary” has caught up with us again.</p> <p>We’ve made some improvements: new siding, roof, and landscaping. Hubby painted the ugly, “temporary” black front door.</p> <p>He says it’s orange.</p> <p>I say it’s terra cotta.</p> <p>Which illustrates two reasons we procrastinate in updating our home:</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-BedPillows.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42796" width="194" height="183"/></figure></div> <ol type="A"><li>Hubby is male.</li><li>I am female.</li></ol> <p>This complicates the simplest project, yet we’ve made progress. After only 45 years of marriage, we not only like our terra cotta/orange door, we arrange decorative pillows on our bed without debate. Hubby keeps the plain one on his side. The fancy one goes on mine.</p> <p>Surely, we can now agree whether to paint kitchen cabinets Blue Sand or Eggshell Ecstasy.</p> <p>Hubby’s eyes narrow. “Have you ever seen blue sand? Anywhere?”</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920-1024x588.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42800" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920-1024x588.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920-300x172.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920-768x441.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920-1536x882.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920-624x358.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-boiled-smiling-egg-2070627_1920.jpg 1835w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by Alexas Fotos from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p>I haven’t experienced ecstasy boiling eggs, either. However, I don’t want to extend a discussion about color misrepresentation to blank-check proportions. Then the cabinets will go unpainted another decade.</p> <p>But a decade is temporary. Not forever.</p> <p>It just seems like it.</p> <p>Hubby, a reasonably skilled handyman, could shorten makeover timespans if he were married to a better assistant.</p> <p>We attempted wallpapering together. Once.</p> <p>Everything I touched turned to trapezoids.</p> <p>No matter how carefully I measured. No matter how many tutorial videos I watched.</p> <p>I should create one for homeowners like myself. I would condense “Seven Simple Steps to Your House’s Total Makeover” to “Two Simple Steps”:</p> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1-659x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42806" width="246" height="382" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1-659x1024.jpg 659w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1-193x300.jpg 193w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1-768x1193.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1-989x1536.jpg 989w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1-624x970.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-match-fire-1492098_1920-1.jpg 1105w" sizes="(max-width: 246px) 100vw, 246px" /></figure></div> </div></div> <ol><li>Light a match.</li><li>Burn the place down.</li></ol> <p>But then, I’d have to move again, probably to jail. Even wallpapering with Hubby seems preferable. Though he might feel differently …</p> <p>I suggest another option, in which we could forego painting the kitchen and cabinets and installing new counters and —</p> <p>“New counters?” Hubby’s eyes narrow again. “Since when?”</p> <p>Surely, I say, if we paint the kitchen, we should replace ancient, discolored counters. The flooring’s nicked, too.</p> <p>“If remodeling seems overwhelming,” I say brightly, “we can move to a different house.”</p> <p>After we sink a ton of money and work into our present home to sell it.</p> <p>Before moving to another house with temporary sparkly wallpaper. Temporary stained kitchen counters. And temporary carpet somebody showered with Blue Sand …</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920-1024x576.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42808" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920-1024x576.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920-300x169.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920-768x432.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920-1536x864.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920-624x351.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201104-p-diy-5090797_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you at home with the temporary?</p> Week 44 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-44.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:8e1f7992-9ef7-39e1-5496-11c98a1a9aa2 Tue, 03 Nov 2020 19:56:08 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karin labeled this bouquet "The last touches of summer." She thinks they may be the last blooms. I told her my blog readers are thankful for the beautiful flowers she shared with us over a period of months now.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdb0lR6fCxw/X6HIjOWn0NI/AAAAAAAAZjY/csLUUkH2DeINHz9Br2XIPaHQVYGhbZhWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_bouquet%2B11-1-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdb0lR6fCxw/X6HIjOWn0NI/AAAAAAAAZjY/csLUUkH2DeINHz9Br2XIPaHQVYGhbZhWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_bouquet%2B11-1-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I worked steadily on the chapter to present to the Writers' Bloc on Thursday. Michael, meanwhile kept the 3D printer humming away building parts to repair and/or improve pieces of equipment for the robotics shop.</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/-nqRKM9dVN2I/X6HI0wHy-1I/AAAAAAAAZjg/AbxeQilD6IQjEQfjGq3ZSFd5DZAFsCnwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123660625_10101106699329086_487697970155665462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqRKM9dVN2I/X6HI0wHy-1I/AAAAAAAAZjg/AbxeQilD6IQjEQfjGq3ZSFd5DZAFsCnwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123660625_10101106699329086_487697970155665462_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week was Eastbrook schools' fall break. Instead of the regular Basics program that Rebecca and I work on together, we went to the Fun Fest at church. She came over early wearing her cat outfit for the event. She then wanted to play the part. She was Pearl the Cat and I was to lead her around on a leash in the woods. She only responded with meows and I was supposed to distinguish a Yes-meow from a No-meow. Later, Pearl insisted on eating like a cat from a plate on the floor. I do believe she has acting skills.</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/-24usghghK00/X6HJry2Q48I/AAAAAAAAZjw/I8TuCr7fbzQoZd1A7cbPdMfzfC4l8IvmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123571541_10101106699578586_4022295203893626778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24usghghK00/X6HJry2Q48I/AAAAAAAAZjw/I8TuCr7fbzQoZd1A7cbPdMfzfC4l8IvmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123571541_10101106699578586_4022295203893626778_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">We met Emily, Rebecca's Basics Jr. leader, who calls her every week after we've watched the Bible story video and worked on the activities. The Fun Fest was held outdoors, with a series of stations where kids could do an activity and earn candy and prizes. The last one was a hay ride. The evening weather was perfect for the event.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoNDsqnxVYM/X6HI_ZOYJuI/AAAAAAAAZjk/MCzcYsHcwngcwOAJEmid1KxgL0wBtH5hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123565768_10101106699548646_1202936330394022686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoNDsqnxVYM/X6HI_ZOYJuI/AAAAAAAAZjk/MCzcYsHcwngcwOAJEmid1KxgL0wBtH5hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123565768_10101106699548646_1202936330394022686_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 afternoon, Michael and I enjoyed a hike through a nearby private. The course was beautiful though a bit challenging with hills and creeks.</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/-J8stsc8Z9J8/X6H6i4CaWBI/AAAAAAAAZks/QOQkZw1jfYE8RpTKOBKiCzjxTgPAMS1JwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123764566_10101106699279186_435592962223414313_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="327" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8stsc8Z9J8/X6H6i4CaWBI/AAAAAAAAZks/QOQkZw1jfYE8RpTKOBKiCzjxTgPAMS1JwCLcBGAsYHQ/w436-h327/123764566_10101106699279186_435592962223414313_n.jpg" width="436" /></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;">Saturday I volunteered at the local Helping Hand store. Michael went riding as always. and after went directly to a graduation celebration for a former robotics team member, Jessica. It was an outdoor event with a Halloween flavor.&nbsp;</span></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/-jjSVygizVN0/X6HLGvScHVI/AAAAAAAAZkA/pNuyDPL8-0gkmvpMShNUaifr1psQGqEJwCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123653183_10101106698650446_4040742119006883921_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="295" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjSVygizVN0/X6HLGvScHVI/AAAAAAAAZkA/pNuyDPL8-0gkmvpMShNUaifr1psQGqEJwCLcBGAsYHQ/w393-h295/123653183_10101106698650446_4040742119006883921_n.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;">Leah came over to get wood for her bonfire. Her Halloween costume was in progress.&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/-ruafzzK4kww/X6HLo9UBfNI/AAAAAAAAZkY/ZqTYOXg0SsUli5MhQrfg_U48VCdJMA1ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123193376_10101106699239266_3416273288370817676_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="364" height="447" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruafzzK4kww/X6HLo9UBfNI/AAAAAAAAZkY/ZqTYOXg0SsUli5MhQrfg_U48VCdJMA1ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/w271-h447/123193376_10101106699239266_3416273288370817676_n.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later, on Facebook I saw the finished effect and her welcoming decor.</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/-DDFmRtR6cP8/X6HLv5YGF8I/AAAAAAAAZkc/sflSLK6DPRwqjzgMKH2TM6omkD_QjJejACLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123423705_10101106698595556_5328043475444443478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDFmRtR6cP8/X6HLv5YGF8I/AAAAAAAAZkc/sflSLK6DPRwqjzgMKH2TM6omkD_QjJejACLcBGAsYHQ/w297-h396/123423705_10101106698595556_5328043475444443478_n.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Our grands and greats came by later. Can you see Rebecca's theatrical skills? Look at those cat claws!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZQYNwbQ4sg/X6HLRDoa65I/AAAAAAAAZkE/tpO7gWrR4gMrVoHkv23iP0T1Ljivov_0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123617911_10101106699114516_8270519322152072586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZQYNwbQ4sg/X6HLRDoa65I/AAAAAAAAZkE/tpO7gWrR4gMrVoHkv23iP0T1Ljivov_0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w297-h396/123617911_10101106699114516_8270519322152072586_n.jpg" width="297" /></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 see Skye, a.k.a. Pooh Bear,&nbsp; and his little family, Kanga and Roo. I was especially pleased that Kalani remembered me, came to me and sweetly leaned his head on mine.</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/-e3_n894nMIA/X6HLYEwKDCI/AAAAAAAAZkM/aNI7yNO_XbQoLFQCzmUWj0cBOR1fGgCxACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123598689_10101106699004736_436761099932778498_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/-e3_n894nMIA/X6HLYEwKDCI/AAAAAAAAZkM/aNI7yNO_XbQoLFQCzmUWj0cBOR1fGgCxACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123598689_10101106699004736_436761099932778498_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I failed to get a photo of Matt and Kayla. However, I dug an old one to post for their anniversary on Sunday, November 1.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Matthew Kern, long ago bewitched by Kayla, married her nine years ago. Happy Anniversary!"&nbsp;</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qZAIjmTOFg/X6HMCcUn0FI/AAAAAAAAZkk/-qYNSeP_UFo-dLo6MCKMzgNnGCG8gCINgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123677132_10101106699628486_1764370710951003100_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="665" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qZAIjmTOFg/X6HMCcUn0FI/AAAAAAAAZkk/-qYNSeP_UFo-dLo6MCKMzgNnGCG8gCINgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123677132_10101106699628486_1764370710951003100_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ZioQeFUtoFA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Hope for Us Scragglies http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=42690 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:d4f6fa78-02ef-2e91-58c1-800533ade887 Mon, 02 Nov 2020 08:51:12 -0500 O Lord, Hubby and I just planted Scraggly the Lilac. Maybe his fellow shrubs voted him least likely to succeed? Next spring, though, we expect a resurrection. Father, some Mondays I feel like Scraggly. But OMG, thank You that Jesus’ Resurrection helps us blossom and share in His incredible fragrance! <p><strong>O Lord, Hubby and I just planted Scraggly the Lilac. Maybe his fellow shrubs voted him least likely to succeed? Next spring, though, we expect a resurrection. Father, some Mondays I feel like Scraggly. But OMG, thank You that Jesus’ Resurrection helps us blossom and share in His incredible fragrance!</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201102-LilacNew.jpg" alt="" data-id="42691" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=42691" class="wp-image-42691" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201102-LilacNew.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/201102-LilacNew-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/lilacs-without-3372388_640.jpg" alt="" data-id="42692" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/lilacs-without-3372388_640.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=42692" class="wp-image-42692"/></figure></li></ul></figure> Let’s Get Tech-y: Formatting Your Manuscript https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/10/31/lets-get-tech-y-formatting-your-manuscript/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:efc91bcf-c1bf-5220-e76f-720fe16c6f0a Sat, 31 Oct 2020 20:12:05 -0400 I write on this blog often about the joys and pains of writing&#8211;of just getting those words on the pages. I also write often about editing those words (in fact, I wrote a book about it). I also teach it in the Professional Writing major at Taylor University. But there comes a time when all [&#8230;] Accessibility and COVID-19 (Part 3) https://thomasrknight.com/accessibility-and-covid-19-part-3 Freelance Knight urn:uuid:d3f845a7-e43d-6c67-069c-42e7a6e0132c Fri, 30 Oct 2020 06:30:00 -0400 Once again heavily in the news cycle, COVID-19 has everyone&#8217;s attention. The reaction and policies vary from state to state, country to country. And with all that, my wife and I continue in our social distancing with as much isolation Writing, walks, visitors https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/writing-walks-visitors.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ce47fbd9-e857-624d-ff8b-a1d89e1dbe64 Thu, 29 Oct 2020 01:04:22 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm late reporting on Week 43 as I was very focused on the chapter I was writing. The deadline I set for myself was fast approaching! About a month ago I said I'd be ready to present at Writers' Bloc by the end of the month. Whew! That took a lot of fascinating research!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So what happened last week? Trying to remember. . . not many photos to help.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karin's flowers are still coming. She titled this bouquet "Dahlia 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/-I9iY25sQ96Q/X5jJgPEl0qI/AAAAAAAAZhU/8ppFdbm8kuAKtLvFAR-ADuhVJyiWdEUYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-25-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9iY25sQ96Q/X5jJgPEl0qI/AAAAAAAAZhU/8ppFdbm8kuAKtLvFAR-ADuhVJyiWdEUYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-25-20.jpg" /></a></div><p>I had a dahlia plant I brought in to enjoy longer. Don't know whether it will make it.</p><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV712SntlK0/X5jJxAemzWI/AAAAAAAAZhc/GZpVABXFIYUiRBBo3TQXLtesgDeJ9xbrACLcBGAsYHQ/s699/122876214_10101102039497426_3711758781502454600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="699" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV712SntlK0/X5jJxAemzWI/AAAAAAAAZhc/GZpVABXFIYUiRBBo3TQXLtesgDeJ9xbrACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122876214_10101102039497426_3711758781502454600_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;">Moriah has had more free time this semester it seems. One day she decided to make apple fritters! Then she invited an engineering student we had not met, one of the few females in the department.</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/-nYqBfOKoG8Y/X5jKF041xSI/AAAAAAAAZhk/lhwv4xQ0ku8hRLr2yz4FJbLE6HN3FWYDACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122844191_10101102037601226_8004109781971633892_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYqBfOKoG8Y/X5jKF041xSI/AAAAAAAAZhk/lhwv4xQ0ku8hRLr2yz4FJbLE6HN3FWYDACLcBGAsYHQ/w411-h308/122844191_10101102037601226_8004109781971633892_n.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca and I enjoyed a walk in the beautiful outdoors, then painted some rocks we found. We watched the Bible story video for Basics Jr. about how King David showed kindness to the crippled son of his best friend by inviting him to live with him in the palace and eat at his table. The name Mephibosheth was a challenge to pronounce for both Rebecca and Emily&nbsp;her leader when they had their phone conversation.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZYEereIMqk/X5ofbaqdpsI/AAAAAAAAZik/1mnUfM5NvnchlEKe2gVlI7apQm-hz_piQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122908252_10101102038748926_7766997761405662794_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="549" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZYEereIMqk/X5ofbaqdpsI/AAAAAAAAZik/1mnUfM5NvnchlEKe2gVlI7apQm-hz_piQCLcBGAsYHQ/w411-h549/122908252_10101102038748926_7766997761405662794_n.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><br /><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: left;">Another delightful walk on a beautiful afternoon, this time Michael and Moriah joined me to see what the the Upland trail was like.&nbsp;</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akgahWP7b3c/X5jMAWR4h2I/AAAAAAAAZiM/VKifRfGgCp0GpJmTIgewXV35ekhUSjT7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Trail%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="477" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akgahWP7b3c/X5jMAWR4h2I/AAAAAAAAZiM/VKifRfGgCp0GpJmTIgewXV35ekhUSjT7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w477-h477/Trail%2BCollage.jpg" width="477" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had already come back from his Saturday bicycle ride, the second near 40 mile distance for the week. He continues to busy himself on many fronts, cutting and gathering wood, looking after the bees and caring for many tasks needing done. He is also working on fixing and improving some of the robotics' shop equipment by using a newly given 3D printer set up in his office. (Can you find both of us in this photo?)</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/-SDevRugaek8/X5pJEAWZrZI/AAAAAAAAZi0/ldzjtP8cvekIs6dobri3RT46dvak5NtdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s838/123130078_10101103531876686_9131285655451381971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="489" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDevRugaek8/X5pJEAWZrZI/AAAAAAAAZi0/ldzjtP8cvekIs6dobri3RT46dvak5NtdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123130078_10101103531876686_9131285655451381971_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our daughter visited us old folks one evening! What an honor!</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/-kRmp7dsnE5g/X5ou9jLC_zI/AAAAAAAAZis/tNY_K4Eo4J0mx0lXATjWV6-9U5thszZpACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Visitor%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1372" data-original-width="2048" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRmp7dsnE5g/X5ou9jLC_zI/AAAAAAAAZis/tNY_K4Eo4J0mx0lXATjWV6-9U5thszZpACLcBGAsYHQ/w475-h318/Visitor%2BCollage.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to meet some of Moriah's Chic-Fil-A co-workers when we went to an open house for former robotics friends.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR-1xEUcJl0/X5pKkz36FfI/AAAAAAAAZi8/jPTgtepkXvYeChbipfo_4cc6cXJxcEyRgCLcBGAsYHQ/s796/123298236_10101103531801836_2183194075046461913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="796" height="327" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR-1xEUcJl0/X5pKkz36FfI/AAAAAAAAZi8/jPTgtepkXvYeChbipfo_4cc6cXJxcEyRgCLcBGAsYHQ/w466-h327/123298236_10101103531801836_2183194075046461913_n.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">About robotics--meetings start up next week in an effort to rebuild the team and resume the program.</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/kfizzULxHws" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Macaroni and Cheese, Everybody? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=42574 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:a01c79e7-44d8-6212-5e03-8884b8ae7453 Wed, 28 Oct 2020 09:02:52 -0400 Today, Hubby and I will cheer for our grandson’s football team. Afterward, he’ll want to eat the house. To spare his family’s abode — and to celebrate victory or comfort in loss — I’m baking this special player’s favorite macaroni and cheese. An all-American dish, right? Nope. Historians believe a 14th-century Italian cookbook, Liber de [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-Jay-Middle-School-Football-small.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42575" width="224" height="390"/><figcaption>My grandson loves football and macaroni and cheese.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Today, Hubby and I will cheer for our grandson’s football team. Afterward, he’ll want to eat the house.</p> <p>To spare his family’s abode — and to celebrate victory or comfort in loss — I’m baking this special player’s favorite macaroni and cheese.</p> <p>An all-American dish, right?</p> <p>Nope. Historians believe a 14th-century Italian cookbook, <em>Liber de Coquina</em>, contains the first written mention of pasta and cheese. Americans can thank Thomas Jefferson, who brought a macaroni and cheese recipe and pasta maker home from Europe.</p> <p>My football player probably isn’t interested in mac ’n’ cheese history. He simply wants to fill that huge emptiness inside. Grandma boasts two recipes: his great-grandmother’s, plus one recently discovered on the Internet.</p> <p>Unlike many 1960s homemakers, Mom didn’t cook the 19-cents-a-box food made popular during the Depression. Instead, she boiled spaghetti, then added inexpensive margarine and whatever cheese had escaped five-kids-in-the-house foraging.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-macaroni-4916444_1920-660x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42583" width="179" height="277" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-macaroni-4916444_1920-660x1024.jpg 660w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-macaroni-4916444_1920-193x300.jpg 193w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-macaroni-4916444_1920-768x1191.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-macaroni-4916444_1920-624x968.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-macaroni-4916444_1920.jpg 959w" sizes="(max-width: 179px) 100vw, 179px" /></figure></div> <p>Her recipe proved invaluable during my Hubby’s medical school years. I’ll never forget one spaghetti-and-cheese supper, when he’d lost sleep several nights. After saying grace, I looked up to see Hubby facedown in a plateful of our entrée.</p> <p>Fast-forward several decades, when he invited students for a cookout. Would they consider my spaghetti fetish — and me — weird? Risotto or gnocchi might boost my sophistication ratings, but food costs would skyrocket.</p> <p>Cheap won. For the first time, I prepared mac ’n’ cheese — not only popular with students, but later, with our grandson.</p> <p>Not everyone welcomes different versions, especially as cheese enthusiasts rarely compromise. Some insist on American or cheddar. Discerning palates may require brie, smoked Gouda, or goat cheese.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920-1024x477.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42578" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920-1024x477.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920-300x140.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920-768x358.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920-1536x716.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920-624x291.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-cheese-goats-2719445_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Others, if stranded on a desert island, would refuse the stove-top version, as real mac ’n’ cheese demands an oven-baked crust.</p> <p>A recent San Francisco macaroni and cheese contest’s entries might raise Midwestern eyebrows, with additives like nutmeg, mustard, and even cinnamon and sugar. Vegetables took center stage: mushrooms, tomatoes, brussels sprouts and that darling of the veggie world, kale.</p> <p>Some even added fruit, such as figs.</p> <p>The judges, including <em>Smithsonian Magazine</em> writer and cheese merchant Gordon Edgar, awarded first place to macaroni and cheese featuring aged Vermont cheddar.</p> <p>The cultured audience, however, chose a different entry — and were shocked to silence when the winner revealed his main ingredient.</p> <p>Velveeta<sup>®</sup>.</p> <p>This dish, even in its many variations, has and will endure. When my football-playing grandson needs comfort or celebration food, mac ’n’ cheese will be there for him.</p> <p>Americans’ political views are even more diverse than our versions of macaroni and cheese. But acknowledging differences, can’t we lean on the basic recipe, our comfort and celebration for almost 250 years?</p> <p>I want that to be there for my football player, too.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920-1024x690.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-42579" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920-1024x690.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920-300x202.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920-768x517.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920-1536x1035.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920-624x420.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201028-p-Independence-paper-3212015_1920.jpg 1878w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite macaroni and cheese recipe?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Changed My Mind http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=42464 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:5b18df3b-2642-5cd0-13eb-27f3ee6c27d8 Mon, 26 Oct 2020 08:31:37 -0400 O Lord, You know that as a tall middle-schooler, I sneaked Mom’s coffee, trying to stunt my growth. Gag! It tasted awful! Yet decades later, a steaming mug of coffee blesses my day. OMG, maybe Your gifts to us are often an acquired taste?&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; <p><strong>O Lord, You know that as a tall middle-schooler, I sneaked Mom’s coffee, trying to stunt my growth. Gag! It tasted awful! Yet decades later, a steaming mug of coffee blesses my day. OMG, maybe Your gifts to us are often an acquired taste?&nbsp;</strong></p> <p><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></p> <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-Rachael1967-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="42467" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=42467" class="wp-image-42467" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-Rachael1967-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-Rachael1967-1-206x300.jpg 206w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">Me in 1967, afraid I would reach 6 feet.</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-coffee-3025022_1280-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="42468" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=42468" class="wp-image-42468"/><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption"> </figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-RachaelCoffee-b.jpg" alt="" data-id="42469" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-RachaelCoffee-b.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=42469" class="wp-image-42469" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-RachaelCoffee-b.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/10/201026-RachaelCoffee-b-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">Obviously, I&#8217;ve changed my mind about coffee.</figcaption></figure></li></ul></figure> Outdoor Fun https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/cousin-karin-says-her-flowers-are.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:253af16e-1875-a6cb-4966-597866035d39 Tue, 20 Oct 2020 16:16:29 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says her flowers are waning but we'll enjoy them as long as possible. The vanilla strawberry hydrangeas are turning pink and a few zinnias linger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdOzxuoCxVE/X43cuYEBvxI/AAAAAAAAZfc/kcD4EeUpmT08zR0HhU6qH3g1U_u0oDoLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-18-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdOzxuoCxVE/X43cuYEBvxI/AAAAAAAAZfc/kcD4EeUpmT08zR0HhU6qH3g1U_u0oDoLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-18-20.jpg" /></a></div><br />This week was Fall Break for some of our Muncie kids. Sam planned a getaway for them as a couple and the boys were with us from Monday to Wednesday. When they were dropped off here around noon, they all went down to see another sleeping option, the new pull out couch. They tried it out for a silly family photo.&nbsp;<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MG9s5nyNqoE/X432PE8divI/AAAAAAAAZfk/82ifIeMnoakusp3QrF_NUMKU37CXOgB5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/Family%2Bnap%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="2400" height="311" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MG9s5nyNqoE/X432PE8divI/AAAAAAAAZfk/82ifIeMnoakusp3QrF_NUMKU37CXOgB5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w622-h311/Family%2Bnap%2BCollage.jpg" width="622" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That afternoon, Elijah helped grandpa with cutting and stacking wood for winter. Meanwhile the younger two had fun swinging around the tree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4_07FhoX4s/X432Y5MZUhI/AAAAAAAAZfo/MttVbA3XFg8V6pcjQXDwmsiUtzRHNmKyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/wood%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4_07FhoX4s/X432Y5MZUhI/AAAAAAAAZfo/MttVbA3XFg8V6pcjQXDwmsiUtzRHNmKyQCLcBGAsYHQ/w313-h625/wood%2BCollage.jpg" width="313" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYw7wxdbBOI/X432ZFpKw7I/AAAAAAAAZfs/7A6bBWZpT50WKK0rpVPoYMuDvcnjkG-tQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/tree%2Bswing%2BCollage.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="607" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYw7wxdbBOI/X432ZFpKw7I/AAAAAAAAZfs/7A6bBWZpT50WKK0rpVPoYMuDvcnjkG-tQCLcBGAsYHQ/w303-h607/tree%2Bswing%2BCollage.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening, we enjoyed Stephan's good food and fun fellowship with a larger group than usual, including Ruby (Elijah's girlfriend) who was able to join us.<br />After the meal, while we were chatting on and on, the young boys built several Lego vehicles that connect and even came up with a name for their inventive enterprise.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVnLloC4ino/X432j6JwdnI/AAAAAAAAZf0/1nEzyRgX7owIAIqRK0Mvmbfcg2O63JXTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s725/122181760_10101096805671056_8679694140833667615_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="725" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVnLloC4ino/X432j6JwdnI/AAAAAAAAZf0/1nEzyRgX7owIAIqRK0Mvmbfcg2O63JXTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w370-h326/122181760_10101096805671056_8679694140833667615_n.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Tuesday after lunch Grandpa and boys left in a car loaded down with camping gear for an overnight experience at Salamonie Reservoir. I think they had a good time enjoying the outdoors.&nbsp;<br />Elijah liked his own tent, but was cold in the night, very unusual for him. Nights out camping tend to feel very long, unending.</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/-sKq2WbQtEsM/X432qAM2QEI/AAAAAAAAZgA/8wRMXVhuPzcXSqByg8meP0L5vbEtLQrFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1549/Camping%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1549" data-original-width="1200" height="491" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKq2WbQtEsM/X432qAM2QEI/AAAAAAAAZgA/8wRMXVhuPzcXSqByg8meP0L5vbEtLQrFACLcBGAsYHQ/w380-h491/Camping%2BCollage.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They arrived back Wednesday in time for our SAC (Senior Activities Center) meal. The after-lunch activity was to sort plastic caps and lids to be made into the park benches still needed for the Upland trail. The boys were very helpful and we easily got through enough to fill two large trash bins.&nbsp; <br />When we got back to the house, all either slept or played video games quietly all afternoon.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Dad-Sam arrived to pick them up, there was one activity left to do--go down the zipline.</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/-ei3_yPdhHhM/X4324TVTe2I/AAAAAAAAZgI/qD0L8u5R7gc6iCWx81ccj7JAM97T7ct6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1069/zip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="700" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei3_yPdhHhM/X4324TVTe2I/AAAAAAAAZgI/qD0L8u5R7gc6iCWx81ccj7JAM97T7ct6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w350-h534/zip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The rest of the week was quiet, restful and somewhat productive. I got back to research and writing, learning about the Bible Coach, specially built and outfitted to carry colporteurs from town to town. I have fond memories of this unique vehicle used for evangelization&nbsp;in Argentina from 1920 to 1956.&nbsp;It promises to be a fun&nbsp;chapter!<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLUQbZ1a034/X48_M9iS6eI/AAAAAAAAZgw/giBGg7n515g2lCE64kTbaKb1vlzRYJ54QCLcBGAsYHQ/s998/Coche%2Bb%25C3%25ADblico%2Bfoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="998" height="216" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLUQbZ1a034/X48_M9iS6eI/AAAAAAAAZgw/giBGg7n515g2lCE64kTbaKb1vlzRYJ54QCLcBGAsYHQ/w421-h216/Coche%2Bb%25C3%25ADblico%2Bfoto.jpg" width="421" /></a></div><br /><div><div>Michael keeps plugging away at his many chores to do with wood, bees, house maintenance, helping others. He also packed away all the camping gear and is steadily sorting through the accumulations in his den. (I need to do the same in my area in the loft.)</div><div>Long bicycle rides on Saturdays are still on, but start an hour later. This allowed him to attend and help cook for the men's breakfast at church before joining the Muncie riders.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I walked the two-mile trail and stayed for the the first (hopefully annual) Fall Festival at the trailhead. What a surprise to meet up with eight other family members: Stephan and Karen were on their way home from two days away in Pokagon State Park, and most of our Upland kids were there. I was having camera issues, in addition to bright daylight which made it difficult to see what I was capturing on the screen. End result: I missed some great shots and cut off some heads. How many family members can you detect?</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns3q7hmlTug/X433J8Hns4I/AAAAAAAAZgU/lBp_bhtAHPsl55XZZJWOQ03G9fxz1daJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Fall%2Bfestival%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="2048" height="316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns3q7hmlTug/X433J8Hns4I/AAAAAAAAZgU/lBp_bhtAHPsl55XZZJWOQ03G9fxz1daJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w592-h316/Fall%2Bfestival%2BCollage.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon Michael took me to one of the trails he hiked in an area by Salamonie Lake. We walked over 11,000 steps! Beautiful area!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcSCevaUVks/X433V73HyBI/AAAAAAAAZgY/QMo1myaISIEhMmEW5gcx-kc24RaBgEmuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Hiking%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="563" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcSCevaUVks/X433V73HyBI/AAAAAAAAZgY/QMo1myaISIEhMmEW5gcx-kc24RaBgEmuACLcBGAsYHQ/w394-h563/Hiking%2BCollage.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I've enjoyed a couple watercolor tutorials this week! This one was a favorite.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSEu7UF0PNg/X433ejKRNiI/AAAAAAAAZgg/vGeZHLwXOO85sPaEIPmihqVXu6roHI7gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSEu7UF0PNg/X433ejKRNiI/AAAAAAAAZgg/vGeZHLwXOO85sPaEIPmihqVXu6roHI7gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I discovered a Facebook post featuring Stephan carving a giant pumpkin last week. Glad he was able to enjoy an artistic activity again!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWL6z35MmhE/X487wJfB2PI/AAAAAAAAZgo/MpX-eLtnAVIVNaHZ_9UFLRrbrU7RDNxWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/pumpkin%2Bcarving.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWL6z35MmhE/X487wJfB2PI/AAAAAAAAZgo/MpX-eLtnAVIVNaHZ_9UFLRrbrU7RDNxWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h414/pumpkin%2Bcarving.png" width="552" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How have you enjoyed outdoor or creative activities this week?<br /></div></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xCM530RZtdw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Birthdays and more camping https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/birthdays-and-more-camping.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6a3c8a34-c28c-d43e-5678-3ea0bb87fa83 Tue, 13 Oct 2020 23:36:58 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karin´s weekly pic tells me the leaves are turning in Tennessee also, even though her flowers are more muted pastels.&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/-OFgRWHODmL8/X4OzUoHjapI/AAAAAAAAZdE/OJf3X1M-CywrJRky3YGpfcbv0F9ygSIRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-11-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFgRWHODmL8/X4OzUoHjapI/AAAAAAAAZdE/OJf3X1M-CywrJRky3YGpfcbv0F9ygSIRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-11-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In our area, we had the most colorful week thus far--fleeting autumn beauty. We are making the most of the lovely weather for both work and play. Michael is steadily cutting and gathering wood for the winter. There is a plentiful supply of dead trees in our woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbXDWZdBTBg/X4ZexwDJfvI/AAAAAAAAZeY/S9b0gTAz0FsOfEoJB6mlgNEzu2b361UfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/Wood%2Bpile%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="717" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbXDWZdBTBg/X4ZexwDJfvI/AAAAAAAAZeY/S9b0gTAz0FsOfEoJB6mlgNEzu2b361UfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w359-h717/Wood%2Bpile%2BCollage.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My research material is growing almost at the same rate as the wood pile. This week a friend in Argentina, who is also working on the history of the mission, heard of my interest and began sending me numerous documents. This valuable resource is comparable in quantity to the dead trees in our woods!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are two October birthdays in the family--our oldest and youngest grandchildren. Kayla was 29 on the 5th, and Jude eight on the 8th. We met Kayla for lunch on Monday, ever delightful.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVJOX6YeJo0/X4Zv26DhHQI/AAAAAAAAZew/-bdCFAvDVqUe5L5ziPL8nFaXMkH7HYNkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s625/1375222_818168897426_769824726_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="625" height="327" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVJOX6YeJo0/X4Zv26DhHQI/AAAAAAAAZew/-bdCFAvDVqUe5L5ziPL8nFaXMkH7HYNkwCLcBGAsYHQ/w328-h327/1375222_818168897426_769824726_n.png" width="328" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Spdk_PYVpc/X4Ozh9iv4qI/AAAAAAAAZdM/IMA0TBVgbqQ14rDuC9FFzkD41o9w6tERACLcBGAsYHQ/s1732/120644614_3427184000704445_3880730819273768755_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1732" data-original-width="933" height="409" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Spdk_PYVpc/X4Ozh9iv4qI/AAAAAAAAZdM/IMA0TBVgbqQ14rDuC9FFzkD41o9w6tERACLcBGAsYHQ/w220-h409/120644614_3427184000704445_3880730819273768755_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">This photo of Jude when he was one may explain why he is an advanced reader now!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two camping adventures completed our week. Michael went backpacking with a couple of friends in the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.fs.usda.gov/recarea/hoosier/recarea/?recid=41554">Charles C. Deam Wilderness</a>&nbsp;in the Hoosier National Forest. The 100 year-old ruins they came across must have fascinating stories to tell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FC0IJvLYZYY/X4O8wGY_v7I/AAAAAAAAZdY/g9mV9r6IPbousC8O0VBInzRAU5_GWEg_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/C%2BDeam%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="709" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FC0IJvLYZYY/X4O8wGY_v7I/AAAAAAAAZdY/g9mV9r6IPbousC8O0VBInzRAU5_GWEg_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w496-h709/C%2BDeam%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Last week, when <i>abuelo </i>got back from one of his camping trips, Rebecca asked if he would take her next time. We decided to have a practice experience in our woods Friday. We walked the trail, found treasures, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, and slept comfortably all night.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3yvsw2csoY/X4O86Js0MyI/AAAAAAAAZdc/lwe5_ReUV-cuhm7v323RJxglTjZWJGQTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Rebecca%2527s%2Bcamp%2Beve%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="682" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3yvsw2csoY/X4O86Js0MyI/AAAAAAAAZdc/lwe5_ReUV-cuhm7v323RJxglTjZWJGQTACLcBGAsYHQ/w476-h682/Rebecca%2527s%2Bcamp%2Beve%2BCollage.jpg" width="476" /></i></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />However, Michael/<i>abuelo&nbsp;</i>was up early to go riding with his Muncie friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATQBPXbzv5I/X4O9QxLpIII/AAAAAAAAZdo/7PIAB81MAlAiG6eiN2FEvpEw6uLokanpACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/121064449_3504669569554901_2231122218573267963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="2048" height="159" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATQBPXbzv5I/X4O9QxLpIII/AAAAAAAAZdo/7PIAB81MAlAiG6eiN2FEvpEw6uLokanpACLcBGAsYHQ/w958-h159/121064449_3504669569554901_2231122218573267963_n.jpg" width="958" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekend wrapped up Sunday with another concert in the park, a marimba ensemble this time. Can you guess how many instruments they brought?</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/-O1UQ-MiWUTE/X4ZsAhAtVwI/AAAAAAAAZeo/yd6-y48jwwYmnncPOZLR3MRjxp_XSiVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/MPO%2Bmarimbas%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1772" height="521" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1UQ-MiWUTE/X4ZsAhAtVwI/AAAAAAAAZeo/yd6-y48jwwYmnncPOZLR3MRjxp_XSiVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w451-h521/MPO%2Bmarimbas%2BCollage.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah invited us for an evening meal of tacos. The red bush in their yard was perfect for a photo-op!&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/-FTl7xTVb3WE/X4O9siyhsGI/AAAAAAAAZdw/snFnOKcsDhEczJEsll4yJKEpK1nDZKTvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/121192449_2781012268810504_2660187769835725550_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="341" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTl7xTVb3WE/X4O9siyhsGI/AAAAAAAAZdw/snFnOKcsDhEczJEsll4yJKEpK1nDZKTvQCLcBGAsYHQ/w455-h341/121192449_2781012268810504_2660187769835725550_n.jpg" width="455" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That's all for Week 41. Only eleven more to go in 2020!&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8z3FgeaEDk0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 40 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/week-40.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2819b64b-6161-12a1-a739-ac7ac9cbff92 Wed, 07 Oct 2020 13:17:08 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wonder how long cousin Karin is able to provide a Sunday bouquet for her church?&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/-R-MOOew2xLs/X30ceUoPb5I/AAAAAAAAZbs/S2ySXm8qKNgCRa8nrI72UdFCu3A_saLJACLcBGAsYHQ/s935/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B10-4-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="935" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MOOew2xLs/X30ceUoPb5I/AAAAAAAAZbs/S2ySXm8qKNgCRa8nrI72UdFCu3A_saLJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B10-4-20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In our area there was a frost advisory early on in the week so I began to bring in the many plants. Relocating them, finding the right spot for each one, is a challenge each year as they grow and multiply throughout the summer. This is the beginning of the houseplant migration.</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/-jBDcVjrm6LY/X30ctBDsOlI/AAAAAAAAZbw/oN25udnn5r08rjlnApj5herE9Z28gFx4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120851778_10101086614873496_5093651489774970822_n.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="304" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBDcVjrm6LY/X30ctBDsOlI/AAAAAAAAZbw/oN25udnn5r08rjlnApj5herE9Z28gFx4ACLcBGAsYHQ/w406-h304/120851778_10101086614873496_5093651489774970822_n.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, September 27, marked a milestone in our youngest grandson's life. Jude will be eight years-old next week. His heart has been tender toward the things of God. From the time he invited Jesus Christ into his heart, he has been wanting to make this life choice public through baptism. The family learned there would be baptisms that day when they arrived at church!</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/-v15lpNukz7c/X30YhiuX5AI/AAAAAAAAZbc/PSSTI3CLu3ECVAHg6R6fl4K-6c13U8ezwCLcBGAsYHQ/s476/Jude%2Bbaptism.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="476" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v15lpNukz7c/X30YhiuX5AI/AAAAAAAAZbc/PSSTI3CLu3ECVAHg6R6fl4K-6c13U8ezwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Jude%2Bbaptism.jpg" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the last week of daily 30" trips to Marion for Leah's 3" radiation treatment. It was also when the skin burns appeared and multiplied. Though painful, Leah's attitude was one of gratitude that her skin had held up that long, and that the end was near! <br />Indeed, graduation day was Friday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUtO2E5SM_w/X33G6Pg5RAI/AAAAAAAAZc0/eetAgHJE60UqyQyLt370MhS19muX4MXmACLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/Leah%2527s%2Bmilestone%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2508" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUtO2E5SM_w/X33G6Pg5RAI/AAAAAAAAZc0/eetAgHJE60UqyQyLt370MhS19muX4MXmACLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h276/Leah%2527s%2Bmilestone%2BCollage.jpg" width="552" /></a></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will miss those times together sharing about our days. And will have fewer opportunities to see Kalani. We stopped by the kids' place a couple times on our way. On one occasion, "little man" (as Leah calls him) was waking up and just stared at Nana and then&nbsp;<i>abuela, </i>and back and forth. I had labeled this pic "Sleepyhead and His Sweet Mama." Destiny corrected me, "struggling mama" she said. How many of you remember those demanding days with little ones?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</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/-tfawmtZVt2E/X332-85ZRiI/AAAAAAAAZc8/PRDIzqE94TEbfY5RteVj94DmxDWO6vCTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120948145_10101086614963316_1020639447914897757_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="612" height="407" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfawmtZVt2E/X332-85ZRiI/AAAAAAAAZc8/PRDIzqE94TEbfY5RteVj94DmxDWO6vCTQCLcBGAsYHQ/w259-h407/120948145_10101086614963316_1020639447914897757_n.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week was my <i>alma mater,</i>&nbsp;Grace College and Seminary's 2020 Stay-coming, Throughout the week we could watch interesting videos highlighting programs, people, and progress. I participated in two events: a virtual 5K, and a 45+ Year Class Reunion Zoom meeting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Wednesday, a writer-friend joined me for an enjoyable walk/jog 5K. Notice, I am wearing Grace colors!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SMfxQQtzN4/X30c_FLRHhI/AAAAAAAAZb8/WXdqaQxU_fQ5wT7vnnT-xCSrDlhM3O6cQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120846278_10101086614903436_8811583557534455586_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SMfxQQtzN4/X30c_FLRHhI/AAAAAAAAZb8/WXdqaQxU_fQ5wT7vnnT-xCSrDlhM3O6cQCLcBGAsYHQ/w392-h294/120846278_10101086614903436_8811583557534455586_n.jpg" width="392" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have no photos of the Zoom meeting, only good memories of faces and stories, new and old, and praise to God for all that He has been doing through the many lives impacted by the training we received at Grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is making the most of the Autumn weather and extra time before robotics starts back up. He went camping twice this week! Wednesday, another solo hike to Salamonie's primitive camp sites, same trail as last week. He loves being out in nature but was surprised to find out that he quite enjoys the solitude as well.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xnCwXjBpSE/X30fIwqx1zI/AAAAAAAAZcM/4SIPP9eEpb0MOXk0a3hLDPwrETXFTgtngCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/camp%2Bviews%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="612" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xnCwXjBpSE/X30fIwqx1zI/AAAAAAAAZcM/4SIPP9eEpb0MOXk0a3hLDPwrETXFTgtngCLcBGAsYHQ/w612-h612/camp%2Bviews%2BCollage.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I went to Elijah's last soccer game, watched him for awhile, chatted with Sam, and then left early. We were increasingly cold as the sun went down,</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/--eFx9qxSy1Q/X30dMvYqjdI/AAAAAAAAZcA/LEw5-ToagXE7itSnvvg5r6NWEGl0VB4HgCLcBGAsYHQ/s574/Elijah%2Bsoccer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="360" height="403" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eFx9qxSy1Q/X30dMvYqjdI/AAAAAAAAZcA/LEw5-ToagXE7itSnvvg5r6NWEGl0VB4HgCLcBGAsYHQ/w253-h403/Elijah%2Bsoccer.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, Rebecca came over to watch the Basics Jr. Bible story video and work on the activities together. We practiced the theme verse and framed it.</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/-5j3Y6axkivo/X30hWkXPYqI/AAAAAAAAZcU/v5ASzrf45KE9-Vx0MQok_AEcl8HhIZ9xACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120955213_10101088040187156_7451792583959918904_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="353" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j3Y6axkivo/X30hWkXPYqI/AAAAAAAAZcU/v5ASzrf45KE9-Vx0MQok_AEcl8HhIZ9xACLcBGAsYHQ/w265-h353/120955213_10101088040187156_7451792583959918904_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael's second overnight camping was with a church group, 13 men and boys. He cooked their Saturday morning breakfast.</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/-Z7OTDpS2jlQ/X30hhZywRvI/AAAAAAAAZcY/u2PZWQ1RRB4kUSDUtIUjhzpMr45VPST4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/120453517_388000865530048_792445312657488860_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="1557" height="142" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7OTDpS2jlQ/X30hhZywRvI/AAAAAAAAZcY/u2PZWQ1RRB4kUSDUtIUjhzpMr45VPST4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w989-h142/120453517_388000865530048_792445312657488860_n.jpg" width="989" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning I walked the Upland Greenway trail and enjoyed the weather and the variety of wild flowers.</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/-tgV8VkAABMo/X30hyIcPhbI/AAAAAAAAZck/46SsDnocO-o7_FMqCE3N2nnSBypBx8Z4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120805315_10101086614514216_5143462750287582080_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgV8VkAABMo/X30hyIcPhbI/AAAAAAAAZck/46SsDnocO-o7_FMqCE3N2nnSBypBx8Z4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w465-h348/120805315_10101086614514216_5143462750287582080_n.jpg" width="465" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Autumn. . . the year's last,&nbsp;</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>loveliest smile."</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">William Cullen Bryant, nature poet and long time editor of the New York Evening Post</span></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/XfOXhbO2rNY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In Love with God’s Word: Because It’s a Love Letter https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/09/30/in-love-with-gods-word-because-its-a-love-letter/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:c36a5891-6922-b05d-d0a5-f1fe1855f4c7 Wed, 30 Sep 2020 22:01:31 -0400 I&#8217;m guessing that the Bible is probably one of the world&#8217;s most misunderstood books. It&#8217;s also one of the most owned but unread books. How many people sitting in the pews of our churches, or claiming the Christian faith, or attending Christian universities have read through the entire Bible, let alone taken time to truly [&#8230;] Week 39 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/week-39.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d03b261a-353d-c714-a4b2-3af90022ea9c Tue, 29 Sep 2020 22:13:10 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXunnZ2bFXM/X3JU6EDASaI/AAAAAAAAZZY/aQVXv3076oU5JUiCisGku4nbmhhabn9mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1053/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B9-27-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1053" data-original-width="885" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXunnZ2bFXM/X3JU6EDASaI/AAAAAAAAZZY/aQVXv3076oU5JUiCisGku4nbmhhabn9mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B9-27-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquet features her one dahlia blossom, 7" in diameter, as its&nbsp;centerpiece.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The beautiful early autumn weather allowed for concerts in the park, camping, and another picnic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Marion Philharmonic Orchestra had to cancel their planned season events, Instead they are offering free outdoor concerts: September, string ensemble; October, marimba. The first one was in our very own Upland Depot Park on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.&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/-tysVTokrpFk/X3NJMgEv2BI/AAAAAAAAZZ4/sJmZu2DQasgRj7v3kLx7G7CbmmiYOONSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120029627_10101078047821936_5518527873058560623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tysVTokrpFk/X3NJMgEv2BI/AAAAAAAAZZ4/sJmZu2DQasgRj7v3kLx7G7CbmmiYOONSgCLcBGAsYHQ/w536-h402/120029627_10101078047821936_5518527873058560623_n.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday after Leah's radiation treatment, we stopped by Skye and Destiny's new home and loved seeing the boy and his dog adjusting to their new environment. Kalani is well loved and cared for by his humans and his animals!</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/-1seNp2Xp6E0/X3NPstEHSdI/AAAAAAAAZag/6aYg2ljiemsD3CKm9IAuOMnRKxlu0MIPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s707/120027507_10101078039014586_264578923468844078_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1seNp2Xp6E0/X3NPstEHSdI/AAAAAAAAZag/6aYg2ljiemsD3CKm9IAuOMnRKxlu0MIPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120027507_10101078039014586_264578923468844078_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are ever grateful for the enjoyment of Monday Night Dinner with Stephan and Karen and whoever else shows up.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQj9PTxHxP4/X3NJXMAPOfI/AAAAAAAAZZ8/PqI1VlT1oqE-EUvU9JXDGNpOXyz_ybWPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1373/120336884_10101083328359696_7866794404140468357_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1373" data-original-width="1022" height="477" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQj9PTxHxP4/X3NJXMAPOfI/AAAAAAAAZZ8/PqI1VlT1oqE-EUvU9JXDGNpOXyz_ybWPACLcBGAsYHQ/w355-h477/120336884_10101083328359696_7866794404140468357_o.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael finds plenty to do--fix boiler leak, cut wood, relocate bees, bake bread (tomato-basil this week's special), and much more,</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/-CyOFpUEKPRQ/X3OsiRnotQI/AAAAAAAAZaw/brmK6SDAvyQQuhDwRqo4CJvj_P5fSKHvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/Baker%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2508" data-original-width="1254" height="602" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyOFpUEKPRQ/X3OsiRnotQI/AAAAAAAAZaw/brmK6SDAvyQQuhDwRqo4CJvj_P5fSKHvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w301-h602/Baker%2BCollage.jpg" width="301" /></a></div>Even so, he finds time to get out and enjoy the outdoors in this lovely weather while it lasts. In addition to long bicycle rides, he's really enjoying camping trips. This week he went to the same area as last week, but took a friend along.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>While he was gone I went with a friend to another concert in the park--the Taylor University and Indiana Wesleyan chorales in Marion's Matter Park. A wonderful performance, even wearing masks.<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/-hwxdrOSvADU/X3NJzBQJaoI/AAAAAAAAZaM/9xeo9ibUdbQiTzU1MFZ1SToxuTKSuPQBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwxdrOSvADU/X3NJzBQJaoI/AAAAAAAAZaM/9xeo9ibUdbQiTzU1MFZ1SToxuTKSuPQBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w484-h484/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><div><br /></div>A Taylor Music Education major listened to my friend Darlene tell about her husband a long time music professor at TU.<div><br /></div><div>This week our hearts were heavy with the news that the daughter of our former missionary colleagues suffered a brain aneurysm and died after two days. I found a happy memory from over forty years where you can see Karla's smiley eyes.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZyGnE2BmyE/X3NKtKT_-fI/AAAAAAAAZaY/1NETQnWIzZEatxeNVlhdbA8B5_BQIZs2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s411/Karla%2BBabcock%2Band%2BStephan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="411" height="287" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZyGnE2BmyE/X3NKtKT_-fI/AAAAAAAAZaY/1NETQnWIzZEatxeNVlhdbA8B5_BQIZs2ACLcBGAsYHQ/w370-h287/Karla%2BBabcock%2Band%2BStephan.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a glimpse of the other occupant of our home wearing her Chic Fil A uniform. Moriah really enjoys her job. She must be having a lighter semester to be able to handle these two late nights a week.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgowM4eIE6g/X3JVPZNxI3I/AAAAAAAAZZk/UqFMvlyj1sM7cic2Qk-LTR44zkSlXbcgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="501" height="531" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgowM4eIE6g/X3JVPZNxI3I/AAAAAAAAZZk/UqFMvlyj1sM7cic2Qk-LTR44zkSlXbcgwCLcBGAsYHQ/w277-h531/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While Michael was out on his long Saturday bike ride, following his example of regular exercise, I walked over three miles to the meeting of Friends of the Library.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6KUCFJym0U/X3JVGKHtvRI/AAAAAAAAZZc/_wPEiliL8ygI_4yE3maxAhi-LudoGFY3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1042/120245650_10101081380024176_3066061851919123513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1042" height="324" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6KUCFJym0U/X3JVGKHtvRI/AAAAAAAAZZc/_wPEiliL8ygI_4yE3maxAhi-LudoGFY3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w432-h324/120245650_10101081380024176_3066061851919123513_n.jpg" width="432" /></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 Moriah had a picnic where she invited her senior engineering classmates. Four came and had a good time trying the zip line upside down, then the segway, the slack line, a walk through the woods, and food--hot dogs, hamburgers, smores.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGGqHKYcF5I/X3OcAMO8oRI/AAAAAAAAZao/XC8oYr7O5-MG2ROh0g1m_VZxSStdP7ilQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Picnic%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="628" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGGqHKYcF5I/X3OcAMO8oRI/AAAAAAAAZao/XC8oYr7O5-MG2ROh0g1m_VZxSStdP7ilQCLcBGAsYHQ/w439-h628/Picnic%2BCollage.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another full week! So grateful for God's leading and blessing!</div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/CVN9t5essE8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> A Fun Week--#38 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/a-fun-week-38.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:027b91ea-6bd8-e142-2c65-9f3085339cf1 Wed, 23 Sep 2020 11:50:20 -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: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQk6HgbbSyE/X2smtV6xHMI/AAAAAAAAZX0/wAd3mg9yL_InbOCPjuxytVsOQXH6tbuEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-20-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQk6HgbbSyE/X2smtV6xHMI/AAAAAAAAZX0/wAd3mg9yL_InbOCPjuxytVsOQXH6tbuEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-20-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even though I often forget to take pictures I seem to end up with more than enough to remember and record the happenings of the week. The memorable moments I've overlooked can be described with words. This looking back to recall, reflect, and summarize is a good antiaging exercise, so I have read.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At our age, not a week goes by without news of another passing. Sunday morning I read of Joene Cover's death. She was one of the three veteran missionary ladies that sat at the same table with Mother. I always enjoyed talking to her even though at this stage she could not remember our Argentina connection&nbsp; nor how I was related to Kathryn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weeks are full, yet measured. Don't let the many photos fool you. We enjoy life with all the opportunities it presents, never too much, always just right. The fact that this blog keeps happening is proof of that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday morning Michael took me to the Amish market in Fountain City as promised. What an impressive array goods for sale--furniture, flowers, food, produce, aisles and aisles of staples, etc. I determined to purchase generously (not my style). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the way back we stopped at Sam's shop. The timing was perfect, he and Bryce, his new helper, were about to leave to deliver a custom woodworking order.</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/-ON_wsmFa2GE/X2soQ5EuwwI/AAAAAAAAZYM/vloICjhRxik0-ex530ept7Ruqe06ydokQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Life%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1349" height="485" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON_wsmFa2GE/X2soQ5EuwwI/AAAAAAAAZYM/vloICjhRxik0-ex530ept7Ruqe06ydokQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h485/Life%2BCollage.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 still take Leah to her radiation treatments most days. She has two weeks left, is feeling increasingly tired and experiencing some pain. I am so grateful for these times together to share life struggles and joys. Kalani is getting to know me, and will smile and come to me now.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJJLh-cI2E/X2sod9mJfqI/AAAAAAAAZYQ/EPPSEaPddFop96QpItbwgqbk41TZs9W7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119960841_10101078047607366_8510014922653872222_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJJLh-cI2E/X2sod9mJfqI/AAAAAAAAZYQ/EPPSEaPddFop96QpItbwgqbk41TZs9W7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w279-h371/119960841_10101078047607366_8510014922653872222_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael had been planning an overnight solo camping trip. The day finally came Tuesday, He set off in the afternoon for the <a href="https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/indiana/bloodroot-trail">Bloodroot Trail by Salamonie Lake</a>, By 5:35 PM his campsite was all set up and he sent me a video describing his set up. Later he forwarded more photos than I can possibly share.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRJr_BvHPI/X2sxEVe1wGI/AAAAAAAAZY8/3fKXcCPPzy4coZyzrcvxXdQ1EqmrF3wnACLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/M%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRJr_BvHPI/X2sxEVe1wGI/AAAAAAAAZY8/3fKXcCPPzy4coZyzrcvxXdQ1EqmrF3wnACLcBGAsYHQ/w564-h564/M%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He arrived back Wednesday just in time to shower and go to the SAC (Senior Activities Center) for the weekly lunch. That day there was an interesting visitor--a gentleman who travels the US in his truck stopping in towns and cities, as he feels led, to walk around carrying a cross and praying for the 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/-tGp9H5x-mKc/X2sn3LjJNQI/AAAAAAAAZX8/CJoAqqj1XcgM27Y1ZosLlVUfsmeQndp2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120073417_10101078041334936_4226408522753723945_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/-tGp9H5x-mKc/X2sn3LjJNQI/AAAAAAAAZX8/CJoAqqj1XcgM27Y1ZosLlVUfsmeQndp2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120073417_10101078041334936_4226408522753723945_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon Sarah, a YFC (Youth For Christ) worker brought a group of middle school kids she works with. They had a blast going down the zip line, riding the Segway, walking the slack line and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and chatting. They were a fun group.</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/-mYYTd1gT43M/X2so4_2PziI/AAAAAAAAZYc/ClqXpkrwxvIrQfIUupIb983WA3TV-BO4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Sarah%2527s%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYYTd1gT43M/X2so4_2PziI/AAAAAAAAZYc/ClqXpkrwxvIrQfIUupIb983WA3TV-BO4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w464-h464/Sarah%2527s%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Moriah was free to join the fun and help out. Rebecca was here for her first Basics Jr. video-session. This community outreach program (similar to AWANA) is virtual this year.&nbsp;</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtC4I5joUik/X2sn69mbA9I/AAAAAAAAZYA/UbGmxScOUJY11HgVzyGc8snXU2AktLGSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120029636_10101078070810866_1772695661664843768_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtC4I5joUik/X2sn69mbA9I/AAAAAAAAZYA/UbGmxScOUJY11HgVzyGc8snXU2AktLGSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120029636_10101078070810866_1772695661664843768_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The next day a homeschool family came and enjoyed most of the same activities, though their primary purpose was to learn about the bees. Unfortunately, Deidra, the mom, was stung,<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTm3-LpgIXU/X2sq8V5zqRI/AAAAAAAAZYk/eMz6r2Qmz2Ig6Y_V1Ew-ZgmfHO2nMWrWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2150/Deidra%2Bn%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="2150" height="265" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTm3-LpgIXU/X2sq8V5zqRI/AAAAAAAAZYk/eMz6r2Qmz2Ig6Y_V1Ew-ZgmfHO2nMWrWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w679-h265/Deidra%2Bn%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="679" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of my in-between moments were taken up with my current writing project--researching the BMH (Brethren Missionary Herald) archives and summarizing my findings about the mission in Argentina. This time I wrote in Spanish, even though it is much more time-consuming, in order to benefit a greater majority of interested readers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had invited friends over for dinner Friday evening to teach them our favorite game and because their kitchen is being remodeled. Michael paid me a high compliment when he asked if I would prepare the meal, saying, "You are better at cooking for company." So I spent most of the day trying out a few Pioneer Woman recipes--Quinoa with Buttery Roasted Vegetables, Venison Tenderloin, and Country Peach Pie. Michael made the bread.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was moving day for Skye and his little family.&nbsp; Kalani finally fell asleep before going to his new home, and he slept solidly through the night. An exciting and exhausting day for all involved!</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/-NX9WdEE5sxo/X2srUn_6HrI/AAAAAAAAZYs/OTx0YjP-Wd8Ma2udtLMDPo1uILh1TT4OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/119964768_10101078047737106_8281206397085221182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="447" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9WdEE5sxo/X2srUn_6HrI/AAAAAAAAZYs/OTx0YjP-Wd8Ma2udtLMDPo1uILh1TT4OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/119964768_10101078047737106_8281206397085221182_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>We have enjoyed beautiful weather most of the time, although we've had record cold temperatures for the season. 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rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Festival and Getaway https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/festival-and-getaway.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:abe4c25c-55ab-f456-bca0-21fa8ea1c63c Tue, 15 Sep 2020 23:33:07 -0400 <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Another lovely Tennessee bouquet to open this weekly blog and bring us all some cheer from the Creator via Cousin Karin's skillful arrangement.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8Tq7qFrGlk/X2EPCYOmyKI/AAAAAAAAZWU/jNO9nOxMEIMQJP0Z-t8_yzdKQhPjfa76ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-13-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8Tq7qFrGlk/X2EPCYOmyKI/AAAAAAAAZWU/jNO9nOxMEIMQJP0Z-t8_yzdKQhPjfa76ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-13-20.jpg" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">The two major events of the week were the Upland Labor Day festivities, and our getaway for Diane's birthday.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The town's three day festival included a variety of events: yard sales, music, food vendors, carnival rides, ice cream socials, a spectacular fireworks display Sunday night, a 5k competitive run/walk Monday and then the parade like the grand finale.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">ATVs are allowed all around town, so the kids borrow ours and enjoy it all weekend.&nbsp;<br />I try to do the 5k each year. This time I "graduated" to the competitive walk and came in second out of six.<br />Kayla and Rebecca walked in the parade representing the public library. Ruby (Elijah's friend) rode one of the horses of Rope this Ranch where she works.<br />Kristie and the boys joined us in front of Leah's house for some family fun and a lot of candy gathering.<br />&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTypWuJ1ZQA/X2FFOTE8nAI/AAAAAAAAZWs/_5Pn0OqDu9Mx644JASf1Esa-vLCnU9zGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Labor%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTypWuJ1ZQA/X2FFOTE8nAI/AAAAAAAAZWs/_5Pn0OqDu9Mx644JASf1Esa-vLCnU9zGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/Labor%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></p>I came home from the dentist one day and found a couple of special visitors! Michael was teaching Kayla the game that has given us untold hours of brain exercise. We play at least two games of Splendor every night before bed.<div>You can see who really was the center of attention. Actually Kalani slept and let them play the whole game.<br /><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55GSNQhc9WM/X2FKI4nRIzI/AAAAAAAAZW0/dUudvyYV8tgINbvaVRPFnmj0zLrmOd20QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1920/Kayla%2BKalani%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55GSNQhc9WM/X2FKI4nRIzI/AAAAAAAAZW0/dUudvyYV8tgINbvaVRPFnmj0zLrmOd20QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/Kayla%2BKalani%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">For a few years now Diane and I have gone somewhere special for an overnight birthday getaway. This time Michael came with us. We stayed in a cottage in downtown <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=Nashville+IN&amp;rlz=1C1GCEA_enUS837US837&amp;oq=Nashville+IN&amp;aqs=chrome..69i57j69i59.6972j0j7&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8">Nashville, Indiana</a>, a small town with many artsy shops. We had two mishaps: I left my purse in a restaurant some 20 miles before and Michael had to go back for it and Diane got lost once but was able to remember my phone number and had someone call me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnY86dReRLY/X2EpkdRpiRI/AAAAAAAAZWc/QEgmCekx8i0QX5T6tdF7PVGA6GyY6WPvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Nashville%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnY86dReRLY/X2EpkdRpiRI/AAAAAAAAZWc/QEgmCekx8i0QX5T6tdF7PVGA6GyY6WPvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/Nashville%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We enjoyed the unending variety of art and talking to people.&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/-bDgDz4qqKGQ/X2EpyCfPbNI/AAAAAAAAZWg/F3D2ztQ0Ek0aomsTZoxAf5iL8ff9vFr2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Diane%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1631" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgDz4qqKGQ/X2EpyCfPbNI/AAAAAAAAZWg/F3D2ztQ0Ek0aomsTZoxAf5iL8ff9vFr2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w510-h640/Diane%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" width="510" /></a></div>We walked, toured, basked in the beautiful weather and ate too much! Speaking of food, on the way back Michael wanted to try the Edinburgh Diner's famous giant tenderloins.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68lksb9Pjgo/X2F9so47BPI/AAAAAAAAZXE/1Lp8cy7wcdEL3N71I1mqQQHha2FjWkptACLcBGAsYHQ/s703/119647409_10101074069250026_1086078999269036962_one.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68lksb9Pjgo/X2F9so47BPI/AAAAAAAAZXE/1Lp8cy7wcdEL3N71I1mqQQHha2FjWkptACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/119647409_10101074069250026_1086078999269036962_one.jpg" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;We were home safely Friday afternoon.</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>Leah is halfway through her radiation treatments! I missed our times together driving to the appointments those two days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Michael faithfully did a long bicycle ride Saturday, some 70+ miles. He stopped at the Amish Market in Fountain City and promised to take me there.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR1BgPDq9Y4/X2GEWNg7OCI/AAAAAAAAZXM/CHvB_ubEyFcaidJNlDVg59kChjAgRlrewCLcBGAsYHQ/s959/119660016_10101074312053446_949578831804734506_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="959" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR1BgPDq9Y4/X2GEWNg7OCI/AAAAAAAAZXM/CHvB_ubEyFcaidJNlDVg59kChjAgRlrewCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/119660016_10101074312053446_949578831804734506_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And in the evening we went to see our friend Tamara play the part of Ouiser in Steel Magnolias at The Commons Theater in Alexandria--a fun finale to a full week.<div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HewtqCvM15Y/X2FMdS-i4pI/AAAAAAAAZW8/riIHD5ehHwASliJA4fr5qRBGWhv12yCzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s810/119176241_10157680403391687_1595750430505963869_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="810" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HewtqCvM15Y/X2FMdS-i4pI/AAAAAAAAZW8/riIHD5ehHwASliJA4fr5qRBGWhv12yCzwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/119176241_10157680403391687_1595750430505963869_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/W-2XpBGU8Y8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 36 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/week-36.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4905737f-9be8-f6b0-b1e3-76006c9a237a Wed, 09 Sep 2020 11:16:10 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says, <i>"</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px;"><i>Here is another glad to make your heart glad. It is one of the prettier ones I have had, and notice the frilly edges.There are also two orangish-red ones in the center front."</i></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/-9RSbxFt8h4w/X1gSU5dxupI/AAAAAAAAZUA/uFvNU2oCLncdTOPLGMKJqm7yO16dPKSXACLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-6-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RSbxFt8h4w/X1gSU5dxupI/AAAAAAAAZUA/uFvNU2oCLncdTOPLGMKJqm7yO16dPKSXACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-6-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The daily trips to Oncology for Leah's radiation treatments continue. We are grateful that the side effects have not been worse. Tiredness is the main one.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoy little visits with Kalani, especially when he smiles for me. And during our rides I get to hear about all the things he can do now.</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/-kKngwuDGikc/X1gT7BSEhFI/AAAAAAAAZUQ/igvSp8bDhAwr1zg5JD-jCxC3COLzbvk5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119095055_10101069502187456_3789967300372730408_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="650" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKngwuDGikc/X1gT7BSEhFI/AAAAAAAAZUQ/igvSp8bDhAwr1zg5JD-jCxC3COLzbvk5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w339-h500/119095055_10101069502187456_3789967300372730408_n.jpg" width="339" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla keeps very busy at her part-time library&nbsp;job and loves it! Tuesday I stopped by there to donate <i>The Library Book</i>&nbsp;and take Rebecca for a walk. Another mother picks Rebecca up after school and brings her to the library.</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/-MNH8gwX3D-o/X1guiLQDsAI/AAAAAAAAZVI/uX5XGYRLkRkIZJVHWsWf3kd4ac1nCf3TwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119040144_10101069606588236_4380993554520441595_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNH8gwX3D-o/X1guiLQDsAI/AAAAAAAAZVI/uX5XGYRLkRkIZJVHWsWf3kd4ac1nCf3TwCLcBGAsYHQ/w375-h500/119040144_10101069606588236_4380993554520441595_n.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca didn't want to walk the trail again, so we picked up her bike and went to the park. She rode around everywhere, taking breaks and asking me to join her on the playground equipment. I quickly realized that I am not as flexible as I used to be!</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/-tR6Djw4LKMo/X1guqIitiyI/AAAAAAAAZVM/NAvhdLBimaYFIsamPOC-LVWKDRZv7EjewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1734/Park%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1734" height="431" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tR6Djw4LKMo/X1guqIitiyI/AAAAAAAAZVM/NAvhdLBimaYFIsamPOC-LVWKDRZv7EjewCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h431/Park%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div><br /></div>We watched some good films this week as part of our evening entertainment. I was very interested in the documentary about the life of Luis <i>Palau</i>, an Argentine evangelist. We also enjoyed&nbsp;<i>God Where Are You? </i>and <i>Copying Beethoven</i>.<div><br /></div><div>While researching the 1941 Brethren Missionary archives, I came across several fascinating stories about the mission in Argentina. For example, several letters from Laura Wagner described what her life and ministry involved--the heavy load she carried, her zeal, her heart for people and the extent of her sacrifice. My admiration for this woman grew enormously. I only wish I had gotten to know her better when I had the opportunity. It happens that their second daughter (in dad´s arms) started a Christian school and I taught third grade there for about a year. By then, late 60's, doña Laura was a white'haired older woman who faithfully cooked for the school children. She could have taught me so much from her life of missionary experience.&nbsp;</div><div>Interestingly, their son (in mom's arms) lived in the US several years, He remodeled a little house acquired from his relatives. worked in maintenance at Grace Village where my parents were and at Global Auto, my brother's shop. Alan and Victor were friends and ministered together in the Spanish-speaking church in Warsaw. Dory, his wife, was able to join him from Argentina. They were very dear to us and we've missed them since they went back to their homeland and their children and grandchildren,</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnmA3xXosOc/X1g7zwfZD2I/AAAAAAAAZVg/5gCIaJv6Y2Qmiet4fgs1uZO6Iy-fYDAnACLcBGAsYHQ/s524/Wagners%2B8.09%2Bpic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="325" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnmA3xXosOc/X1g7zwfZD2I/AAAAAAAAZVg/5gCIaJv6Y2Qmiet4fgs1uZO6Iy-fYDAnACLcBGAsYHQ/w388-h625/Wagners%2B8.09%2Bpic.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to get together with my fellow-writers again after a summer hiatus, albeit virtually via Zoom.</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/-iSrTi_MFiTQ/X1gXlVV7x3I/AAAAAAAAZUY/iTrhINJbjq4WX2nhhQpew2Vzcb8brogMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119078386_10101069501868096_1992731419669986981_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="960" height="241" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSrTi_MFiTQ/X1gXlVV7x3I/AAAAAAAAZUY/iTrhINJbjq4WX2nhhQpew2Vzcb8brogMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h241/119078386_10101069501868096_1992731419669986981_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;">Later in the day Michael and I went to an in-person event--Elijah's soccer game. Always a joy to share moments with family!</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/-On_Qg6CWudE/X1gZmo3bivI/AAAAAAAAZUw/dOiJ02zOAdYxRZ9dXfn3q8TEXn1wQK4xgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118997319_10101069502072686_1583421124741962954_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="469" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On_Qg6CWudE/X1gZmo3bivI/AAAAAAAAZUw/dOiJ02zOAdYxRZ9dXfn3q8TEXn1wQK4xgCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h469/118997319_10101069502072686_1583421124741962954_n.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A small treat for Elijah after a long game.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was the start of a big weekend in Upland, starting with yard sales all over town. People come from everywhere causing traffic jams. Diane enjoys coming for the event. So I picked her up and we made the rounds of the library book sale, a couple yard sales, a visit to her good friends the Phillips, and we ended the day with a stop at Sophie's Ice Cream.</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/-v-pHP0PxWFk/X1gY9d3fYSI/AAAAAAAAZUo/Rly5voTqzyAchk6G0NKdK1K5fjC4qx4pACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/119075961_10101069501768296_2629312449501447587_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-pHP0PxWFk/X1gY9d3fYSI/AAAAAAAAZUo/Rly5voTqzyAchk6G0NKdK1K5fjC4qx4pACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/119075961_10101069501768296_2629312449501447587_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Diane enjoying a turtle sundae<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Will end with another blossom to cheer y'all, my latest tutorial.&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/--R31qzTqY1g/X1gbBoiotrI/AAAAAAAAZU8/yOqbhguARSEZxWJGwcBZ-XJZABK5USKMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/119115576_10101069533988726_2162569267920330434_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="1440" height="147" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R31qzTqY1g/X1gbBoiotrI/AAAAAAAAZU8/yOqbhguARSEZxWJGwcBZ-XJZABK5USKMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w205-h147/119115576_10101069533988726_2162569267920330434_o.jpg" width="205" /></a></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><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/S2Mxs0dCxZ0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Flowers, food, friends, and family https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/flowers-food-friends-and-family.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:3fcf597a-1c26-1d9f-7183-f5dbfc5e446a Tue, 01 Sep 2020 14:05:50 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin in Tennessee--delicate muted colors this time.</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/-XZyusW8pR1A/X01oZFemfUI/AAAAAAAAZSQ/H6zfH7db2nYnLAotoTZQcf80vU3uHgPhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-30-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZyusW8pR1A/X01oZFemfUI/AAAAAAAAZSQ/H6zfH7db2nYnLAotoTZQcf80vU3uHgPhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-30-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the home front, another surprise gladiolus!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MSqL1jb1bU/X01ofjf1RxI/AAAAAAAAZSU/vEqkJsm1qTsRWJJgkN0TuGUcW6dAFBEzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118683433_10101063790034656_8606822123117802959_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MSqL1jb1bU/X01ofjf1RxI/AAAAAAAAZSU/vEqkJsm1qTsRWJJgkN0TuGUcW6dAFBEzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/118683433_10101063790034656_8606822123117802959_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday evenings, at Stephan and Karen's, I've enjoyed the fragrant welcome of these hostas.</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/-GGmXpwmWgpo/X01omYzMQQI/AAAAAAAAZSY/p0ge2iOesoM3YjU3iFgIZTK5Jo1UD4vZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118530682_10101062478433116_457413870873929144_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/-GGmXpwmWgpo/X01omYzMQQI/AAAAAAAAZSY/p0ge2iOesoM3YjU3iFgIZTK5Jo1UD4vZACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/118530682_10101062478433116_457413870873929144_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I gathered my photos for the weekly blog post, I was chagrined that there were so few and only of blooms and food. Of all the fellowship opportunities, not one photo to add to the sweet memories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will have to use word pictures instead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We enjoyed <b>John Tuggy</b>'s visit. He shared in church in the God is at Work segment, and also joined us at Monday Night Dinner. Stephan and John roomed together at one time when they were Taylor students. John met Nikki, a local girl during that time. They married, have three beautiful children, and now live in Uganda. Their oldest daughter, Eliana, is at Wheaton. When students were sent home in March, she was able to stay with a relative in Chicago. As a freshman, it's been difficult to be away from family, adjust to life in the US, try to make new friends, and then finish the semester online. The family was scheduled for a US visit, but only Dad was able to leave Uganda a couple months ago before the borders were locked down. And now must wait to get back to his family and church. Meanwhile, he helps daughter #1 (with drivers license, insurance, and emotional support), visits family, friends and supporters, and prepares a weekly online message for the church back in Uganda.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That same day I met&nbsp;<b>Georgia </b>at The Bridge for a farewell breakfast before her move. Ever since we walked together one summer, the friendship has grown. We've gotten together many times to make art together, or sell it at local fairs. I will miss her, but am happy for her new surroundings. She is such a lover of nature, captures beautiful photos, and paints amazing miniatures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day, Tuesday, I got together with my neighbor friend <b>Petey.</b>&nbsp;For several years now we have tried to meet for coffee every week. Family priorities and appointments interfere at times. We are so grateful for the sharing times we do have and the growing friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Such beautiful times and no photos to share. However, these ladies prefer it that way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Moriah</b>, now a senior, brought her friend <b>Joselyn </b>over to cook a meal together for the first time. The food was great!&nbsp;&nbsp;(No photo&nbsp; :-(&nbsp; ) Why did they wait so long?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, we enjoyed Moriah's bread making twice this week! Her coworkers at Chick-fil-A luv her bread! They sit together after closing and clean-up and devour an entire loaf.</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/-Dt2ajjYDBXw/X01pP4HOV3I/AAAAAAAAZSw/GyNDYwztqrQ6SFUDFn8r-FDw5ReNa19pQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/118654134_10101063986825286_9213870392273104025_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt2ajjYDBXw/X01pP4HOV3I/AAAAAAAAZSw/GyNDYwztqrQ6SFUDFn8r-FDw5ReNa19pQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/118654134_10101063986825286_9213870392273104025_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoy visits with <b>Leah </b>on the days when I take her to her radiation treatments. And <b>Kalani</b>'s smiles when I arrive a bit early to pick her up. The days <b>Destiny </b>does not need the car, Leah likes to drive herself, go on country roads, notice the beauty of Indiana landscapes, and glimpse as many animals as possible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We love it when <b>Kayla </b>stops by and visits for awhile. She had borrowed folding table and chairs for <b>Rebecca</b>'s birthday parties and came to return them. She is loving her part time job at the Upland Library, and not so excited about teaching dance via Zoom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Michael </b>still rides his bike a couple mornings a week and then the long one with friends on Saturday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Robotics' weekly team meetings are cancelled until October, so his time is taken up with the many tasks that require his attention around here--cracks and ruts in lane and driveway (hired it done); fix water tank and boiler leaks; stock pile wood for winter; and so much more. He is never idle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of my in-between moments and hours are consumed with <i>research rapture</i>. After compiling several years-worth of BMH Gleanings about the Hoyt clan (Brethren Missionary Herald findings that mention my father's siblings), I have gone back to focus on the mission work in Argentina. I completed year 1940 summary this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both of us listen to audio books almost constantly, borrowed from the library and accessed via cell phones. I favor historic fiction and memoirs. Recently I listened to all available by <b><a href="https://rutasepetys.com/about/" rel="nofollow">Ruta Sepetys</a></b> and highly recommend her writing. She finds hidden stories of suffering and tragedy and weaves historic facts into compelling novels. I am convinced that she also suffers from <i>research rapture!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Michael and I drive together anywhere, I read out loud. This week we finished a short and powerful memoir, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Mom-Stephen-C-Messer/dp/149820810X" rel="nofollow">Finding Mom</a>&nbsp;</i>by <b><a href="https://pillars.taylor.edu/chapel-2015-16/23/" rel="nofollow">Stephen C. Messer,</a></b> 2015. Interestingly, he and his wife <b>Betty </b>were my colleagues when I taught at Taylor University, and she and I taught Spanish! It was published some ten years after I left TU and I did not hear of the book until recently.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally, on Saturday, I took advantage of photo opportunities. <b>Elijah </b>was playing soccer in the neighboring town, at Mississinewa High School in Gas City. It was so wonderful to have a time to catch up with son <b>Sam's family</b>. We haven't seen them in long time, it seems. Elijah played well. He is a strapping 6 foot-tall young man!</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/-zY8nB-9YqAw/X01qTfKPlyI/AAAAAAAAZS4/RUvUFDYO7x4jBLUK_LmvvWYDBz4GWWsgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Soccer%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zY8nB-9YqAw/X01qTfKPlyI/AAAAAAAAZS4/RUvUFDYO7x4jBLUK_LmvvWYDBz4GWWsgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Soccer%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So, what were the highlights of your week?&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Ic4sp_Gk5Io" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> 6 Masks I’ve Worn This Week: Pros & Cons https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/08/26/6-masks-ive-worn-this-week-pros-cons/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:5695804f-278b-2063-8c12-d3dce1d2325c Wed, 26 Aug 2020 14:49:51 -0400 It&#8217;s a brand new school year and a brand new way of thinking and teaching. If I thought that going completely online with my classes last March was a challenge, I&#8217;m now trying to teach in masks. Below are pics of me trying these various masks and the pros and cons of each. I&#8217;m only a [&#8230;] N.A. Noel https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/25/n-a-noel/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:19875a1f-3794-ad36-14a3-49fdc91930e9 Tue, 25 Aug 2020 20:49:09 -0400 <p>N.A. Noel has been a favorite artist since I first saw her work. Meeting her proved that her heart and character were as elegant as her work. Later, N.A. Noel was my guest on the radio talk show, gracious and generous with her story. A beauty dimmed, a spark quenched, Nancy Anne Noel left her [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/25/n-a-noel/">N.A. Noel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><img class="wt-max-width-full wt-horizontal-center wt-vertical-center carousel-image wt-rounded" src="https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_794xN.2013235981_et3i.jpg" srcset="https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_794xN.2013235981_et3i.jpg 1x, https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_1588xN.2013235981_et3i.jpg 2x" alt="Angel Girl Angel Wings Oil Painting Vintage Nancy Noel Art image 0" data-carousel-first-image="" data-original-image-width="865" data-src-zoom-image="https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_fullxfull.2013235981_et3i.jpg" data-index="0" />N.A. Noel has been a favorite artist since I first saw her work. Meeting her proved that her heart and character were as elegant as her work. Later, N.A. Noel was my guest on the radio talk show, gracious and generous with her story.</p> <p>A beauty dimmed, a spark quenched, <a href="https://nanoel.com/">Nancy Anne Noel</a> left her Indiana farm and studio on August 16, 2020 to paint in the Elysian fields. Because she lived full blast, full out, her vast collection of originals and prints make the world a lovelier place. The painter of angels and children, supporter of youth on the other side of the world, N.A. Noel connected through color, hue, and brush strokes. Her soft and welcoming images warm my heart and home.</p> <p>While I know her journey was marked by challenges, Nancy encourages us to bravely pour out our best for ourselves and others. Her art, books, and the school she sponsored for children in Kenya continue to graciously and generously impact the world.</p> <p>Enriching heart and hearth, Nancy Noel&#8217;s work is abundantly displayed in <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/">my home</a>. Her creativity enhances potential in others.</p> <div class="sLG zI7 iyn Hsu" data-test-id="closeup-image"> <div class="Pj7 sLG XiG eEj m1e"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="MIw QLY Rym ojN p6V sLG zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu"><img class="hCL kVc L4E MIw" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/04/75/6b04752b6a71ba3a18cf3a9779b3895e.jpg" alt="Nancy Noel Hand Signed and Numbered Limited Edition Lithograph on Paper:&quot;Ashley&quot;" data-comment-count="0" data-like-count="0" data-repin-count="0" data-mouse-over-event-fired="1" /></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/25/n-a-noel/">N.A. Noel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> New Beginnings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/08/new-beginnings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c0a4fa89-0cd1-6b60-2ea2-4468d17f19f1 Tue, 25 Aug 2020 16:03:27 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks again, Karin, for brightening the opening to this weekly photo-journal.</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/-qSzvqKeqToI/X0UhWUpJ67I/AAAAAAAAZQw/GmFuv6M-69AS-FyaolUfdysGFKhmtNZMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B2%2B-%2B8-23-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="410" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSzvqKeqToI/X0UhWUpJ67I/AAAAAAAAZQw/GmFuv6M-69AS-FyaolUfdysGFKhmtNZMwCLcBGAsYHQ/w307-h410/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B2%2B-%2B8-23-20.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These blooms provide a cheery welcome to Monday Night Dinner.</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/-w_EeLzYC44Y/X0Uheuwea-I/AAAAAAAAZQ0/rpOlfv3SVF4vuxS-gwbX-OLyf8KqDXlzACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118137133_10101057584051496_1900085612601772248_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_EeLzYC44Y/X0Uheuwea-I/AAAAAAAAZQ0/rpOlfv3SVF4vuxS-gwbX-OLyf8KqDXlzACLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118137133_10101057584051496_1900085612601772248_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen's cute new hairdo was a fun surprise as well.&nbsp;</div>&nbsp;<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7norCaQO7A/X0UjEZ3tWgI/AAAAAAAAZRE/XFJ4FfvYYzMjiyHfBsPTxW-ztQk0APErgCLcBGAsYHQ/s886/118267906_10101057583916766_3324758857217807530_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="886" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7norCaQO7A/X0UjEZ3tWgI/AAAAAAAAZRE/XFJ4FfvYYzMjiyHfBsPTxW-ztQk0APErgCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118267906_10101057583916766_3324758857217807530_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Moriah moved back in after five months. We enjoyed reconnecting with her but failed to get a photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I noticed another move that day. Michael's recumbent bike hangs where the tandem used to be. He is grateful for the good health he is experiencing which allows him to ride his regular road bike. His total for the week exceeded 200 miles this time!</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/-y2EzWKNu9KU/X0U-huvN3tI/AAAAAAAAZRM/yO7GCkz05iM47crp2E0dVz2MCue8vxuVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118251030_10101057582664276_1966437795060067845_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2EzWKNu9KU/X0U-huvN3tI/AAAAAAAAZRM/yO7GCkz05iM47crp2E0dVz2MCue8vxuVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118251030_10101057582664276_1966437795060067845_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday was Leah's first daily appointment at oncology. Actual radiation treatments began the next day.<br />I try to spend a few minutes with Kalani when I pick up Leah. We are intentional about him getting used to <i>abuela. </i>His other Nana was looking after him.</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/-YQjpjv1sYJk/X0U_Ds5GyBI/AAAAAAAAZRU/hXEHUr6q24kpFjPWZi5QsXQUSPudurnNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118367480_10101057582564476_5425344041531725414_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQjpjv1sYJk/X0U_Ds5GyBI/AAAAAAAAZRU/hXEHUr6q24kpFjPWZi5QsXQUSPudurnNgCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118367480_10101057582564476_5425344041531725414_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, some of my ladies' Bible study group got together out on our deck and enjoyed being able to socialize after five months, even if at a safe distance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I resolved to get back to the Let's Make Art Watercolor lesson online that I had enjoyed so much last year. When Michael went to his robotics' team meeting, I joined the weekly tutorial. Initially I was not excited about the project, but was surprised at how much I like it in the end, especially the idea that God had fun designing a creature where black and white make a beautiful whole!&nbsp;</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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mja_A5KKp4/X0U_avZzLLI/AAAAAAAAZRg/CEo8jzTUxzAqkzQNOoRKBlT6go2zujLNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s643/zebra%2B8.19.2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="482" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mja_A5KKp4/X0U_avZzLLI/AAAAAAAAZRg/CEo8jzTUxzAqkzQNOoRKBlT6go2zujLNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w197-h262/zebra%2B8.19.2020.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While <i>abuelo </i>was out on his looooong Saturday ride, Rebecca and I had an adventure. It took two hours to walk the two-mile Upland trail. We were like the tortoise and the hare. She would run and stop, run and stop, while I plodded on steadily. However, the plan from the start was that each bench we came across was a photo-op and rest stop. We met a little green worm or caterpillar. Rebecca name it Harry and left a blade of grass and a little rock for him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the half-way round about we enjoyed the wildflowers, and also crossed over the road and walked to Ivanhoe's. The line was too long and we'd left our masks in the car, so we changed our plan and ordered take-out from Greek's Pizzeria and purchased drinks at the grocery store next door. The kind lady gave her a balloon that she named Pinky which entertained us on the walk back. Sadly, Harry had moved on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us8WPal-asY/X0VVv4EPMtI/AAAAAAAAZRs/m8HsH_kWYiE68YUWkx9a3WjyqlVb7hOxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Rebecca%2Badventure%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us8WPal-asY/X0VVv4EPMtI/AAAAAAAAZRs/m8HsH_kWYiE68YUWkx9a3WjyqlVb7hOxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Rebecca%2Badventure%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are enjoying the wonderful weather.&nbsp; What's new in your life? Any adventures this week?&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/pK68nd53nS0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Live An Intentional Life: Here’s How https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/19/live-an-intentional-life-heres-how/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:98ca83ec-e1c6-136c-155b-132c85424e7e Wed, 19 Aug 2020 08:11:18 -0400 <p>Are You Living an Intentional Life? In these crazy times, it is easy to focus on the lack of control we feel in many areas of our lives. Yet, it is possible to live an intentional life &#8211; intentionally. Revive &#38; Thrive: Live An Intentional Life online conference for women shows you how. It’s essential [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/19/live-an-intentional-life-heres-how/">Live An Intentional Life: Here&#8217;s How</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <div class="fusion-text fusion-text-4"> <p class="fusion-responsive-typography-calculated" data-fontsize="25" data-lineheight="30px">Are You Living an Intentional Life?</p> </div> <div class="fusion-text fusion-text-5"> <div> <p>In these crazy times, it is easy to focus on the lack of control we feel in many areas of our lives. Yet, it is possible to live an intentional life &#8211; intentionally. <a href="https://leanhealthyageless.com/fall-2020-revive-and-thrive-landing/?fbclid=IwAR2sVV2s02bAGGv2RCyE2NHNPejo_CGkgTC73z_mu2xewVNP7ondzo9DjHQ">Revive &amp; Thrive: Live An Intentional Life</a> online conference for women shows you how.</p> <p>It’s essential to remind ourselves daily that God is still in control and He can and will use many of our challenges for our good and His glory. Thankfully, He has given us control over how we think and act (or react).</p> </div> <div> <p>Our <a href="https://leanhealthyageless.com/fall-2020-revive-and-thrive-landing/?fbclid=IwAR2sVV2s02bAGGv2RCyE2NHNPejo_CGkgTC73z_mu2xewVNP7ondzo9DjHQ">fall conference</a> is focused on living with intentionality in the many dimensions of our lives such as our wellness, relationships, emotional and spiritual health, thought life, home life, and how we fulfill our daily purpose.</p> </div> <div> <p>We’ve gathered a group of twelve godly teachers, speakers, and authors to pour into your life to educate, equip, inspire, and challenge you. Best of all, all the sessions can be enjoyed at your leisure in the privacy and safety of your own home on demand – 24/7 starting on September 7, 2020.</p> <h4>How to Intentionally Live Well With Others</h4> <p><a href="https://leanhealthyageless.com/fall-2020-revive-and-thrive-landing/?fbclid=IwAR2sVV2s02bAGGv2RCyE2NHNPejo_CGkgTC73z_mu2xewVNP7ondzo9DjHQ">My workshop</a> explores how to live intentionally by living well with others.</p> <p>Why does conflict between loved ones, neighbors, community members, political parties, and world governments continue to escalate? As families, co-workers, and fellow inhabitants of planet Earth, we have become really good at being in the negative cycle of what I call “The 5 R’s” Those are: Rejection, Resentment, Resistance, Revenge, and Repeat and they spell destruction to relationships.</p> <p>Become aware of the active presence of the 5 R’s in your life. Then, apply the simple steps I’ll teach you so you can immediately place relationships back on positive footing. You’ll learn how to ditch emotional drama and live well with others!</p> <h4><a href="https://leanhealthyageless.com/fall-2020-revive-and-thrive-landing/?fbclid=IwAR2sVV2s02bAGGv2RCyE2NHNPejo_CGkgTC73z_mu2xewVNP7ondzo9DjHQ">Live An Intentional Life Conference</a></h4> <p><a href="https://leanhealthyageless.com/fall-2020-revive-and-thrive-landing/?fbclid=IwAR2sVV2s02bAGGv2RCyE2NHNPejo_CGkgTC73z_mu2xewVNP7ondzo9DjHQ">Register now</a> for the Revive &amp; Thrive Live An Intentional Life virtual conference. 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We were already in Anderson, and it was the last opportunity to pick up the plastic sheets needed for making the deadline--to finish the 100 table dividers by Monday, the day before students' first day of school. <br />Team Roboto in Anderson was given a thousand-pound roll of heavy plastic, which they use to make face shields, and they also share with PhyXTGears for their projects. A few team members joined us that evening at their place to help cut the 100 segments needed.</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/-QI9BAkbcARs/XzqhPj898BI/AAAAAAAAZPA/754Ps1S-JBUYwF1N7ZNc-D8xEJKzTho_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1065/thumbnail_20200809_205531.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="1065" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9BAkbcARs/XzqhPj898BI/AAAAAAAAZPA/754Ps1S-JBUYwF1N7ZNc-D8xEJKzTho_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_20200809_205531.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 understood that it would be a serious challenge to meet the deadline, so after breakfast I asked if there was any way I could help. The immediate response was "Yes!" Surprisingly. there was work I was able to do! It was a long day on our feet. I marked and cut corners of all plastic sheets, then used the folding machine to put a crease in the middle of each. Julia's teenage son Isaiah, worked long hours placing the prepared sheet into the frames. Michael riveted them in place. My final task was to place rivets in the holes Michael drilled. Julia followed behind me with the pop rivet gun. Shawn, team president, place PhyXTGears stickers on each one. By 6:00 PM delivery time, we were short 20 table dividers to be installed the next day. <br />What an exhausting day! Now I better understand how Michael feels after being on his feet for hours.</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/-yB0vNjMcpMg/XzqjVO20FXI/AAAAAAAAZPM/I5h1rz_xi6MaAYdxQlgnH1kTWNG_JraQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/table%2Bdividers%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1588" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB0vNjMcpMg/XzqjVO20FXI/AAAAAAAAZPM/I5h1rz_xi6MaAYdxQlgnH1kTWNG_JraQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/table%2Bdividers%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next three days Michael was busy completing and delivering order to three area Eastbrook schools, smaller quantities than the first one. It was fun to see these photos of how the table dividers fit into the different settings.</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/-XwLzi_vZEQs/XzqjcQsXd-I/AAAAAAAAZPQ/kOWUBEHP-OcBk0TILigpNHsWYtL_ri7egCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/table%2Bdividers%2Binstalled%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1977" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwLzi_vZEQs/XzqjcQsXd-I/AAAAAAAAZPQ/kOWUBEHP-OcBk0TILigpNHsWYtL_ri7egCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/table%2Bdividers%2Binstalled%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">With all that, Michael continues to ride 20 to 30 miles two or three days a week, in addition to the long (circa 100 miles) one on the weekend. He also makes bread and several meals.&nbsp;</div><div style="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/-LmNAy5bdKCk/Xzwa4PYYjMI/AAAAAAAAZQA/4f7lD-NeKvIoUvMaIoT6FztYzrUB-w1zACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118050198_10101055474823406_82515090935876308_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmNAy5bdKCk/Xzwa4PYYjMI/AAAAAAAAZQA/4f7lD-NeKvIoUvMaIoT6FztYzrUB-w1zACLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118050198_10101055474823406_82515090935876308_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Michael's latest experiment: pretzels</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Due to the heavy work week, I spent more time in the kitchen preparing meals in addition to all the clean up, especially making use of some of the more unusual items in the Misfits box.&nbsp;</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/-hBXN345fN20/XzqkNaBorCI/AAAAAAAAZPc/WuctMH0tEm8yDi_TQfKKGaHExKxkHdNFACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117932655_10101053936077066_5901035110764119682_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/-hBXN345fN20/XzqkNaBorCI/AAAAAAAAZPc/WuctMH0tEm8yDi_TQfKKGaHExKxkHdNFACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117932655_10101053936077066_5901035110764119682_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week we sold the tandem that has carried us on many enjoyable miles, near and far. "Goodbye, friend!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking back over the years, I realize that I have tended to hang on to life stages and things. It was difficult to let go of jobs and move on. Can you believe, it is hard sometimes to allow Michael complete control of shopping and cooking, even though it is his choice, and my least favorite! Somehow after so many years, the role reversal is a challenge. I often feel guilty instead of gratefully using the time to work on the writing projects that are on my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This little girl started school this week and also had a birthday, her sixth, August 14!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JaDlquiVJk/XzqkTVgpvgI/AAAAAAAAZPg/cL4DLWEAYE4gY_hU3eSX9wScabkIWHBiACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117779609_10101053936551116_8419903548218673531_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="513" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JaDlquiVJk/XzqkTVgpvgI/AAAAAAAAZPg/cL4DLWEAYE4gY_hU3eSX9wScabkIWHBiACLcBGAsYHQ/w513-h513/117779609_10101053936551116_8419903548218673531_o.jpg" width="513" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">And this little guy, now five months, smiled sweetly for me several times, but it's so hard to capture the best ones.</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/-2JxzTxyuSGk/XzqkYS4MwQI/AAAAAAAAZPk/1X7Ni0FXsHcAHODMkNsQ0VT_oqKKxqurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s713/117922380_10101053935962296_1962020882688453034_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="713" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JxzTxyuSGk/XzqkYS4MwQI/AAAAAAAAZPk/1X7Ni0FXsHcAHODMkNsQ0VT_oqKKxqurwCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h378/117922380_10101053935962296_1962020882688453034_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I completed a phase of research--ten years of Brethren Missionary Heralds (the weekly denominational magazine) 1940-1950, learning about the ten Hoyt siblings participation in the Grace Brethren Church. It was a fascinating project and a significant accomplishment. I realize that the double "negatives," the shutdown plus the fractured ankle, forced me to learn to focus and enjoy it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I will go back over the same archives and focus on the mission in Argentina. My first discovery this week was the history of one of the oldest congregations. Surprisingly, it all began in 1915 with a Sunday School taught by a Swiss French widow in her native tongue, not in Spanish! Other Swiss Protestants noticed her efforts and joined with regular meetings in Spanish. A Brethren missionary learned of this group and arranged to hold monthly preaching services in different homes. Eventually, a pastor was sent, a church followed. A couple years ago there was a 100-year celebration.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVsC2oZ1fdQ/XzwufCvEjSI/AAAAAAAAZQM/_fNZf_AUZYEpUgS6zgRbFr9R21n5stfjACLcBGAsYHQ/s546/25%2Banniversary%2BCabrera%2B27%2BJan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="546" height="411" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVsC2oZ1fdQ/XzwufCvEjSI/AAAAAAAAZQM/_fNZf_AUZYEpUgS6zgRbFr9R21n5stfjACLcBGAsYHQ/w683-h411/25%2Banniversary%2BCabrera%2B27%2BJan.jpg" width="683" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been there, and my parents ministered there on occasion, but I never knew these interesting facts.&nbsp;</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/47OQRGvYbTE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Pauses and Birthdays https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/08/pauses-and-birthdays.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:16a3ec7c-d357-e35e-61bb-c12c46de25c2 Wed, 12 Aug 2020 11:44:10 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From cousin Karin's inexhaustible flower garden: a dahlia front center; vanilla-strawberry and lavender-purple hydrangeas; and zinnias. She wanted me to notice the floral design on the crystal vase.</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/-LBLGYetYBLg/XzKmOeibrvI/AAAAAAAAZNM/Fzt3wc8VU3ke2BfxTeoeRxHWz-5l6b02QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-9-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLGYetYBLg/XzKmOeibrvI/AAAAAAAAZNM/Fzt3wc8VU3ke2BfxTeoeRxHWz-5l6b02QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-9-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In our more wild Indiana context, I was delightfully surprised by the appearance of this yellow lily. The bulbs were a wedding favor some years ago. This lone lily got mixed in with the iris transplants to an area by the mailbox.</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/-GX4meRchl28/XzKmrHAqF5I/AAAAAAAAZNU/uVRq0SAX__Ic1oCgkzR5qBoUQ3cZd71NACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117287824_10101050017924076_5988451359631778363_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX4meRchl28/XzKmrHAqF5I/AAAAAAAAZNU/uVRq0SAX__Ic1oCgkzR5qBoUQ3cZd71NACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117287824_10101050017924076_5988451359631778363_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Theme of the week: the looming deadline for delivery of 100 table dividers to a local school. Michael has been working on the project steadily all week with occasional help.</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/-yIDHFp61RSI/XzKxDSQpIYI/AAAAAAAAZNc/LcGzygAU5_EWec8qYbjsB8HSkwB2nqALwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117343890_10101050975395296_2594731672373809877_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIDHFp61RSI/XzKxDSQpIYI/AAAAAAAAZNc/LcGzygAU5_EWec8qYbjsB8HSkwB2nqALwCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/117343890_10101050975395296_2594731672373809877_n.jpg" width="512" /></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 join "old" friends (emphasis on the more than 50 years of friendship) vacationing with their daughter and family in Northern Indiana--an idyllic setting by a chain of lakes. We were so grateful for the getaway. The peaceful boat ride delighting in the beauty of God's creation and the fellowship were so refreshing, like a mini-vacation.</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/-WTSIrEuVsOA/XzKxKf1X2uI/AAAAAAAAZNg/W9AgXuqTMMMXovjJTS5ZWNWY-NJszg-jwCLcBGAsYHQ/s836/Keevy%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="700" height="800" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSIrEuVsOA/XzKxKf1X2uI/AAAAAAAAZNg/W9AgXuqTMMMXovjJTS5ZWNWY-NJszg-jwCLcBGAsYHQ/w670-h800/Keevy%2BCollage.jpg" width="670" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, August 5, was our lovely daughter-in-law Karen's 45th birthday. There was no major celebration. I think she prefers it that way. I chose these Front and Back representative photos from her FB page. (Yes, she is an English teacher. How did you guess?)</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/-KUtsEB0ciW4/XzP_yKf8fPI/AAAAAAAAZOY/Pk30d_xB9iwos2hG1ySgmmMhfYbmTMR1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Karen%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1087" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUtsEB0ciW4/XzP_yKf8fPI/AAAAAAAAZOY/Pk30d_xB9iwos2hG1ySgmmMhfYbmTMR1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Karen%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another delightful reprieve from daily routines and pressures, was a long walk with my dear friend to see the progress on their new home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></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/-ngFcS6rM1pg/XzKxSXiilnI/AAAAAAAAZNk/ScsDf3nj6_0yHRDnkrlql1hphdLwZFKlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117608633_10101050017829266_2689321478223837896_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/-ngFcS6rM1pg/XzKxSXiilnI/AAAAAAAAZNk/ScsDf3nj6_0yHRDnkrlql1hphdLwZFKlACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117608633_10101050017829266_2689321478223837896_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've also enjoyed Moriah's occasional visits during her lunch break. Friday, August 7, we celebrated her 22nd birthday. (Interestingly, I realized that morning that my mother-in-law would have been 104. She's been gone 16 years.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah has been working this summer with engineering profs on a project that sometimes involves using machines in the shop adjacent to the robotics shop. (Don't let the Ball State t-shirt confuse you, she is definitely a Taylor University senior!)</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/-VDl5BAF65wI/XzKxcVFRlsI/AAAAAAAAZNw/JVgXjjR6E-Mgt-2bPhyBMTEarftzzBTzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s634/117393754_10101050017709506_3909236098170238649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="590" height="507" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDl5BAF65wI/XzKxcVFRlsI/AAAAAAAAZNw/JVgXjjR6E-Mgt-2bPhyBMTEarftzzBTzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w472-h507/117393754_10101050017709506_3909236098170238649_n.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another birthday celebration was great granddaughter Rebecca's. She actually had two parties, to accommodate both sides of the family, and supposedly maintain social distancing. Shows you how many family fans Rebecca has!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Matt and Kayla are amazing hosts. They prepared a feast both times. And even had two theme birthday cakes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zw6HzJ4vMY4/XzKxmKPpzQI/AAAAAAAAZN4/n32icUgTq9oCIsXb4d38MySEX7CIcB2XQCLcBGAsYHQ/s770/117467237_10101050017564796_6065375137179444277_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="489" height="512" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zw6HzJ4vMY4/XzKxmKPpzQI/AAAAAAAAZN4/n32icUgTq9oCIsXb4d38MySEX7CIcB2XQCLcBGAsYHQ/w325-h512/117467237_10101050017564796_6065375137179444277_n.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I attended on the wrong day, Matt's side of the family on Saturday, because we had other plans Sunday. And I only stayed for an hour. Then I drove to Winona Lake Park for Global Auto's summer picnic.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was so grateful for the invitation because I hadn't seen my brother since Mother's funeral.</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/-nu3wo7wxi9k/XzKxur-Js1I/AAAAAAAAZOA/yAZCelzW-AI3kuOorD8Ei2_DtVDiT9XPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/GA%2Bpicnic%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="800" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nu3wo7wxi9k/XzKxur-Js1I/AAAAAAAAZOA/yAZCelzW-AI3kuOorD8Ei2_DtVDiT9XPgCLcBGAsYHQ/w560-h800/GA%2Bpicnic%2BCollage.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Raquel, Alan's wife, did an excellent job of organizing this first annual picnic to honor and celebrate the Global Auto team. They've come through a very difficult season due to the multiple decisions and changes required by the pandemic. (Sorry that the photo does not include one of the main team members. He had already left with his family.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was not there. Saturdays are sacred to him. He cannot miss the opportunity to enjoy long rides with a group of bicycling fanatics. This time it was 98 miles and through some Amish areas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He learned this week that all his exercising is paying off. The lung doctor, at his annual checkup for Sarcoidosis, said that his numbers are above average for his age!&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/-MC7KbPCJSuc/XzKx9XMNf7I/AAAAAAAAZOI/rPmCcfVme6YgkxVLgKr0sLE2IlyI14zbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/euskatel%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MC7KbPCJSuc/XzKx9XMNf7I/AAAAAAAAZOI/rPmCcfVme6YgkxVLgKr0sLE2IlyI14zbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/euskatel%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Monday deadline for the table dividers loomed impossible! So, Michael was up at dawn and put in four hours of work at the shop before church.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then in the afternoon we were privileged to attend a beautiful wedding. The whole experience was another refreshing pause that lifted our spirits.</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/-p9VtEIHDKS4/XzKyLOetaPI/AAAAAAAAZOM/9NfJcZ5BanE93PCxly2hpknMH5EQXqUsACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Brainie%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="800" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9VtEIHDKS4/XzKyLOetaPI/AAAAAAAAZOM/9NfJcZ5BanE93PCxly2hpknMH5EQXqUsACLcBGAsYHQ/w560-h800/Brainie%2BCollage.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have interesting connections with the young couple's families. The father of the bride (front row next to big hat) grew up in a missionary family in the same denomination as my parents! The mother of the bride (blue dress bottom photos) was the college roommate of our dear OM coworkers!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The groom was born in the Dominican Republic when his parents were missionaries there. We share the Spanish language. Both families are part of our church community!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you've read this far, thank you! One added reflection from this week: I received an old photo of my maternal grandmother's family. I realized that I knew nothing of my great grandmother, either because I had forgotten or never heard anything about her. She died 11 months after my mother's birth which means my mother did not really know her either. As a great grandmother myself now, I suddenly became very interested. I will have to write more about these ancestors sometime. For now here is the photo from the early 1900s.<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/-VtT5orMDvIs/XzQKyz7w4rI/AAAAAAAAZOg/1ctlxGwtha4XWvPHRCe1tZ5rJEvdOkvxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Caroline%2BSprunger%2BFamily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1028" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtT5orMDvIs/XzQKyz7w4rI/AAAAAAAAZOg/1ctlxGwtha4XWvPHRCe1tZ5rJEvdOkvxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_Caroline%2BSprunger%2BFamily.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bottom left: my grandmother Esther Z Sprunger, next to my great grandmother Caroline</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/T-iE6dJLZ20" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Setbacks https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/08/setbacks.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2517ff51-3dd4-b422-bac3-30344e2352d7 Tue, 04 Aug 2020 09:56:36 -0400 Another colorful bouquet from Dayton, TN. I wonder how long cousin Karin's flowers bloom? We will certainly miss them in winter.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPrf6BtAn0M/XygoeOzH4yI/AAAAAAAAZLo/ryj5pcy2HtUowbc8jhIlsA8bu-C8uUh-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1049/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-2-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="881" height="328" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPrf6BtAn0M/XygoeOzH4yI/AAAAAAAAZLo/ryj5pcy2HtUowbc8jhIlsA8bu-C8uUh-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h328/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-2-20.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;">I posed a question last week about the big boxes our strong grandsons were unloading for us. Did you guess the contents correctly (<font size="2">pull-out sofa bed from IKEA</font>)?<br />Anybody want to build play houses with the boxes? They're still available.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeokXdBmjEs/Xygo0PhCxyI/AAAAAAAAZLw/e4u0GWtvYFoBm56SRskDdC5_sj9FIcwgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/sofa%2Bbed%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeokXdBmjEs/Xygo0PhCxyI/AAAAAAAAZLw/e4u0GWtvYFoBm56SRskDdC5_sj9FIcwgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/sofa%2Bbed%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><br />Michael attempted one last Neowise comet sighting, this time with friend Bob Craton on his property on the other side of Upland. I went along and had a delightful visit with his wife Linda on their idyllic back deck.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjvCw6u9qV0/XygpV4gAXWI/AAAAAAAAZL4/S9OgfGxNikwZ2sOui6pvxJvbiiHZ6R-dACLcBGAsYHQ/s940/117041447_10101044894496466_7093298621008625440_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="940" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjvCw6u9qV0/XygpV4gAXWI/AAAAAAAAZL4/S9OgfGxNikwZ2sOui6pvxJvbiiHZ6R-dACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117041447_10101044894496466_7093298621008625440_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For 23 years, July 29 we remembered two birthdays in our family. Mother would have been 99 this time. I love this picture which brings back favorite memories of when I'd stay overnight. After breakfast, we'd read the Bible together. When she lost her voice about two years ago, her expressive reading was over. She is no longer limited in any way!</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/-XP0PgoRVx1w/Xygq9iqaS5I/AAAAAAAAZMA/ZYIE_SexdsgAC94TMDueVXj7144C8HtFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1741/Birthdays%2BM%2B%2526%2BS%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1741" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP0PgoRVx1w/Xygq9iqaS5I/AAAAAAAAZMA/ZYIE_SexdsgAC94TMDueVXj7144C8HtFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Birthdays%2BM%2B%2526%2BS%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother now with the Author!<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span> &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp; Skye, now a Dad!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Thursday afternoon, my lovely landscape crew (the Blakely three) met me at Jim Slater's (local lily-grower) for a tour of his garden. We learned a lot and delighted in the remaining beauties though it is late in the season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNcoiV3MdY4/XygrQWtBhzI/AAAAAAAAZMI/IykKnJCP0P0br4o_B07nya9r5hzn1E4KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/J%2BSlater%2527s%2BgardenCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1000" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNcoiV3MdY4/XygrQWtBhzI/AAAAAAAAZMI/IykKnJCP0P0br4o_B07nya9r5hzn1E4KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/J%2BSlater%2527s%2BgardenCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Michael (and anyone from the PhyXTGears who will help) landed a big order for table dividers for a nearby school. Lot of work ahead. For starters this week--measurements, algebraic calculations, and shopping for all the materials.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqsXHAVzEjY/XygsZRJROHI/AAAAAAAAZMQ/4EfBvg5tWdQj9PYoiOvto_dt9SrM176PwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1249/Anti%2BVirus%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="774" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqsXHAVzEjY/XygsZRJROHI/AAAAAAAAZMQ/4EfBvg5tWdQj9PYoiOvto_dt9SrM176PwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Anti%2BVirus%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He also cut a large order of ear savers, which I helped clean, punch out and package.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I set about to use up all the frozen bananas accumulating in the freezer. Believe it or not, most of these breads are given or gone by now.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-4j-iJlruA/XygssTPBi_I/AAAAAAAAZMY/SoZ2yuQUTn4WBoo092d9466aaMLxamkrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/116870947_10101044894366726_4477745838318783833_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/-h-4j-iJlruA/XygssTPBi_I/AAAAAAAAZMY/SoZ2yuQUTn4WBoo092d9466aaMLxamkrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/116870947_10101044894366726_4477745838318783833_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday I delivered the GF muffins and ear savers to Kristie, Made my day just to see them and chat for a bit, though they were careful about social distancing, just in case, due to a fever Jude developed on the first day of school.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzHX1H9RJ44/Xygs06riVQI/AAAAAAAAZMc/yYBgRlP6MbMn_e370RFYpfZNSNpAXjurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/116702264_10101045421804736_1170211566517193294_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/-OzHX1H9RJ44/Xygs06riVQI/AAAAAAAAZMc/yYBgRlP6MbMn_e370RFYpfZNSNpAXjurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/116702264_10101045421804736_1170211566517193294_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friends in Argentina wrote that they are on Phase 1 shutdown again. Some here are feeling uncertainty about further setbacks. Those going back to school are wondering how things will play out. So here is my prayer for us from the Apostle Paul:</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you <b>completely </b>with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will <b>overflow </b>with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.</i> <span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;[emphasis added]</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span></span><span style="text-align: right;">Romans 15:13 NLT</span></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/cVEEmJZWNSc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Good Old Summertime: Or Why I Got Nothing Done and I’m Okay with It https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/07/30/good-old-summertime-or-why-i-got-nothing-done-and-im-okay-with-it/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:61acbf32-a86e-5d97-4a89-c99071c9ef3c Thu, 30 Jul 2020 11:21:53 -0400 I truly tried. I had a list. I had a schedule. I had good intentions. I was going to GET STUFF DONE. Write some articles. Work with writing prompts. Submit. Start a more vigorous exercise program. Learn InDesign and Google Analytics. Write some letters. Instead, you know what I did? Not that. I rested. I [&#8230;] Purposeful Pleasures https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/purposeful-pleasures.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:21525fad-a6cb-7a01-871c-ca5a5d2d9826 Tue, 28 Jul 2020 16:25:21 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lots of pictures this week, and always cousin Karin's beautiful bouquet.</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/-oiyswmub7Ho/XyBM_vxjwcI/AAAAAAAAZJI/owQWkLMcvk8d__wqR1t5v_LeQ2KelSlxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7%2B-%2B26-%2B20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiyswmub7Ho/XyBM_vxjwcI/AAAAAAAAZJI/owQWkLMcvk8d__wqR1t5v_LeQ2KelSlxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7%2B-%2B26-%2B20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spotted this beauty in our lovely natural surroundings.</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/-ppowMpJJOEQ/XyBNitKAZFI/AAAAAAAAZJc/3YYeJUOYLAIYhb2uClz0COSETmcGFY8OQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116432999_10101041280009926_8084118579150718409_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppowMpJJOEQ/XyBNitKAZFI/AAAAAAAAZJc/3YYeJUOYLAIYhb2uClz0COSETmcGFY8OQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116432999_10101041280009926_8084118579150718409_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woodsy Lace</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I hired a landscaping crew (three sisters) to care for three areas that are more intentionally planned. Actually, I have planted rather randomly over the years, and now we are trying to improve that.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, the girls came by this week with their mother to give advice re. what flowers to plant where.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When they discovered our zip line, they had to try it out. All had several successful tries until Mom went down. The bungy cord at the bottom snapped! It protects from crashing into the tree. Truly the straw that broke <strike>the camel's back</strike>&nbsp;the cord, especially considering she is the smallest of them all! No one was hurt and we had a big laugh.&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/-fEePxIjLsGw/XyBOgDDsioI/AAAAAAAAZJk/0w7VjIaNK50Z5lsaKsaC0hATxNVCguyNACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Blakely%2Bzip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1000" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEePxIjLsGw/XyBOgDDsioI/AAAAAAAAZJk/0w7VjIaNK50Z5lsaKsaC0hATxNVCguyNACLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h438/Blakely%2Bzip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been recruited to be involved in starting a Friends of the Library group. We went to visit another library to get ideas from their Friends. We were impressed by the charming mural in the children's area .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYJntLlokPo/XyBOv10GdgI/AAAAAAAAZJs/7LnT0vP9N34H1qZJNU3p4NxVeEu1-az0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116426271_10101040452907446_7457741320193285729_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="759" height="366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYJntLlokPo/XyBOv10GdgI/AAAAAAAAZJs/7LnT0vP9N34H1qZJNU3p4NxVeEu1-az0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h366/116426271_10101040452907446_7457741320193285729_n.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the topic of children, here are my favorite Facebook pics of the greats for the week.</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/-t7yhflUD30k/XyBO5O3gq3I/AAAAAAAAZJ0/l54_W3TsBRMrM2T4esX14k3EwJfe_WhGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116265536_10101041263637736_3135123989072390000_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7yhflUD30k/XyBO5O3gq3I/AAAAAAAAZJ0/l54_W3TsBRMrM2T4esX14k3EwJfe_WhGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116265536_10101041263637736_3135123989072390000_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kalani found his toes!</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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX6DkdUcSs/XyBO5PT3_uI/AAAAAAAAZJw/LlhrSfxlRQ4rjGz5qKwcqcihaSAZVUGgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w281-h500/116336918_10101041263562886_9004046346289810640_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="281" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca caught the biggest fish.</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX6DkdUcSs/XyBO5PT3_uI/AAAAAAAAZJw/LlhrSfxlRQ4rjGz5qKwcqcihaSAZVUGgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116336918_10101041263562886_9004046346289810640_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, while I was visiting with a young friend and her son on the upper deck, two strong and handsome grandsons were moving pieces of furniture into our lower floor.&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/-H62l5V1ACbM/XyBPcb8V16I/AAAAAAAAZKQ/ZjTouCPHw8Iub10Tq_vEFiNdh6bxSPMYACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/7.25%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="1600" height="595" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H62l5V1ACbM/XyBPcb8V16I/AAAAAAAAZKQ/ZjTouCPHw8Iub10Tq_vEFiNdh6bxSPMYACLcBGAsYHQ/w781-h595/7.25%2BCollage.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Michael and I had gone to IKEA earlier in the week. We are re purposing a downstairs area. I'll let you guess what came in the big boxes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Several times this week Michael tried to view the comet Neowise. I went along one night. Another time he joined a group at the Taylor University observatory. Not hugely successful, hazy evenings perhaps.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myVYXWQcROQ/XyBPFH1lFVI/AAAAAAAAZJ8/p_N9X_5-6eY3tLyX8UYO5U2NX77_M6VaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116375159_10101040452877506_7883438505448138224_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/-myVYXWQcROQ/XyBPFH1lFVI/AAAAAAAAZJ8/p_N9X_5-6eY3tLyX8UYO5U2NX77_M6VaACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/116375159_10101040452877506_7883438505448138224_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;">Saturdays he will NOT miss the long ride with his cycling friend--71 miles, the total for the day.</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/-DE3-FOUaqkE/XyBP8biyGvI/AAAAAAAAZKc/ssxFCLdr_WYeYBLdP2nEnkyB9nMWV26gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Fountain%2BCity.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="1280" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE3-FOUaqkE/XyBP8biyGvI/AAAAAAAAZKc/ssxFCLdr_WYeYBLdP2nEnkyB9nMWV26gwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h200/thumbnail_Fountain%2BCity.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch at the Amish store, Fountain Acres Foods, in Fountain City</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">At home he continues to cook, bake and experiment. For the most part, I have banned myself from the kitchen. I just clean up after him . . . and us! Although, I did make a large zuchini lasagna this week.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJWNDCaobGg/XyCHva3GFbI/AAAAAAAAZKo/4_2Y6mk_RTkiI3uXTl9FPWcTXGyjh1-DgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Food%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1192" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJWNDCaobGg/XyCHva3GFbI/AAAAAAAAZKo/4_2Y6mk_RTkiI3uXTl9FPWcTXGyjh1-DgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Food%2BCollage.jpg" width="238" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best pizza and strawberry pie ever!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday evening, Moriah came for her second bread-baking lesson. This time she was doing it all and Michael was giving advice. It was a very successful venture.&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/-d1wltPvGHqE/XyCH-Bo42_I/AAAAAAAAZKs/7XaXZe-XWtsyj6m9gn9DEMRP_ZVAkK6jgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116253502_10101041266536926_2753760990700147028_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/-d1wltPvGHqE/XyCH-Bo42_I/AAAAAAAAZKs/7XaXZe-XWtsyj6m9gn9DEMRP_ZVAkK6jgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116253502_10101041266536926_2753760990700147028_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">During waiting times, we played Splendor. Michael and I were outclassed by this youthful genius! What good did all those weeks of practice do?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyrGfHCMD8Q/XyCIGlyQW7I/AAAAAAAAZK0/SufN1EaJIlUtiS_wxWp5ittvvpzYICqGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116262776_10101041266472056_4194565856212348513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="952" height="201" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyrGfHCMD8Q/XyCIGlyQW7I/AAAAAAAAZK0/SufN1EaJIlUtiS_wxWp5ittvvpzYICqGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116262776_10101041266472056_4194565856212348513_n.jpg" width="320" /></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;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I did, however, accomplish three research and/or writing goals this week!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">What were your happy accomplishments ?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Gu92LlCmLFY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Grateful https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/blog-post.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5767f67c-fb12-ed28-1506-6b367bdaac0a Tue, 21 Jul 2020 18:04:03 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are cousin Karin's weekly beauties.</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/-TVvy-tEiSAE/Xxc2Is8gLVI/AAAAAAAAZHE/ONipy85oO9gJCFLTA2-KDtIiYgpf9Vb9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_0708201335.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVvy-tEiSAE/Xxc2Is8gLVI/AAAAAAAAZHE/ONipy85oO9gJCFLTA2-KDtIiYgpf9Vb9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_0708201335.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And our own blossoming plants. The lovely plant on the left was a gift in May, full of blooms then. Two new ones have begun a second round. I have not yet looked up their name.</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/-LfoRgX_JreE/Xxc5c9X7wdI/AAAAAAAAZH0/yyugdg5L-Y0t5--Ip7hV7TnEgbduGxLbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Blossoms%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="1600" height="244" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfoRgX_JreE/Xxc5c9X7wdI/AAAAAAAAZH0/yyugdg5L-Y0t5--Ip7hV7TnEgbduGxLbwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h244/Blossoms%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all had fun Monday evening at Steph and Karen's. Sam's family joined us. The younger&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">boys enjoyed the pool. Malachi regaled us with stories. He is moving out into an apartment in Warsaw soon, in anticipation of Lexi joining him there next year after their wedding in May as he continues his studies at Grace Seminary.</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/-BmVSCi5KPFw/Xxc3RMUExhI/AAAAAAAAZHc/pi-lIvs4cLc3mj8lLEdmkyE2HVaANoALQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/MND%2B13%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="1600" height="305" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmVSCi5KPFw/Xxc3RMUExhI/AAAAAAAAZHc/pi-lIvs4cLc3mj8lLEdmkyE2HVaANoALQCLcBGAsYHQ/w781-h305/MND%2B13%2BCollage.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Moriah joins us for lunch on occasion the days she is working at Taylor and even treats us to her culinary creations.&nbsp;</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/-L9lMTaXlr9U/Xxc3Z2OXgHI/AAAAAAAAZHg/hvgGQJbSV1Q_wdfGTSmzUXyEnj9yCvNnACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/110785750_10101035832122536_5617379848481523764_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="900" height="218" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9lMTaXlr9U/Xxc3Z2OXgHI/AAAAAAAAZHg/hvgGQJbSV1Q_wdfGTSmzUXyEnj9yCvNnACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/110785750_10101035832122536_5617379848481523764_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7 Layer Salad and Chicken Salad on Croissants<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Throughout the week I worked steadily at rearranging some areas, sorting and purging stuff. One of the changes involved consolidating Michael's pottery collection and moving it into his den. This is only one of the shelves. I like it. Now we have an open space downstairs that we can repurpose.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8my2yxHieM0/Xxc3z0K49bI/AAAAAAAAZHs/7ADsqtvbn0kOMNe-nEdh1SXh4KDIfMVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/113837868_10101035832192396_3811430805652336273_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8my2yxHieM0/Xxc3z0K49bI/AAAAAAAAZHs/7ADsqtvbn0kOMNe-nEdh1SXh4KDIfMVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w375-h500/113837868_10101035832192396_3811430805652336273_n.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These critters are cute but so destructive. Michael has been relocating them, ten so far, due to damaged bird houses, destroyed plants and many droppings on the deck. After they get trapped, the incessant cage-rattling tends to wake us.&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/-62SBffHYgh8/Xxc6_H9jWAI/AAAAAAAAZIU/gDDWtAkoN8UFU988vzpYT9Ic3DMabSxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/115803486_10101035832297186_5935831912171026090_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="893" height="228" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62SBffHYgh8/Xxc6_H9jWAI/AAAAAAAAZIU/gDDWtAkoN8UFU988vzpYT9Ic3DMabSxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/115803486_10101035832297186_5935831912171026090_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;">Another night activity this week was to try to locate and catch a glimpse of the comet Neowise, relatively small, so very far away and yet visible for a short time during our lifetime.</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/-IM8T8LMoM4M/Xxc6fw6NurI/AAAAAAAAZIM/6AauP-qkOYMqEJg9e0IH7J89M1tw-Oi-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Sony%2BNex%2BC3%2BF6.3%2B64mm%2B10%2Bsec%2BG%2B6%2B%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1280" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM8T8LMoM4M/Xxc6fw6NurI/AAAAAAAAZIM/6AauP-qkOYMqEJg9e0IH7J89M1tw-Oi-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h280/thumbnail_Sony%2BNex%2BC3%2BF6.3%2B64mm%2B10%2Bsec%2BG%2B6%2B%2B.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had two lovely visitors one afternoon. Kayla acquired a new toy, a cricut machine, and had fun making these mother-daughter shirts.</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/-dT-BhlaoTtc/Xxc6D3r3lkI/AAAAAAAAZIA/tnLSaHgxKe8a0cZWHGBamrXG72LIsSwyACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/110313267_10101035831648486_230791842487997341_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/-dT-BhlaoTtc/Xxc6D3r3lkI/AAAAAAAAZIA/tnLSaHgxKe8a0cZWHGBamrXG72LIsSwyACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/110313267_10101035831648486_230791842487997341_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;">Michael continues his culinary experiments. His bread is never plain and is better each time. He is also very generous giving away his product.</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/-5kZfAPq1L8c/Xxc7HI0F0RI/AAAAAAAAZIY/vWF5kx5-vkw7OPyQ4niwl3-wxqnSOhDjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/115803427_10101035831608566_7637962544070055820_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kZfAPq1L8c/Xxc7HI0F0RI/AAAAAAAAZIY/vWF5kx5-vkw7OPyQ4niwl3-wxqnSOhDjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/115803427_10101035831608566_7637962544070055820_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's enjoyment of cooking allows me to continue my writing research, digging into the archives and unearthing all kinds of fascinating family stories.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturdays are Michael's day off doing what he loves! 85 miles this time!</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/-oqLamv1ZM6Y/Xxde7WFnkEI/AAAAAAAAZIk/R3iZp1Q6OHAwpQETU-aXvaVw32GDPJFowCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/108488521_10157211224309147_5204277968426403135_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqLamv1ZM6Y/Xxde7WFnkEI/AAAAAAAAZIk/R3iZp1Q6OHAwpQETU-aXvaVw32GDPJFowCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h500/108488521_10157211224309147_5204277968426403135_o.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;">We are both very grateful for good health and the opportunity to do things we enjoy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are incredibly grateful for family, for friends near and far, and for our church fellowship.</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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lNYrtakFYp0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Magic of Dogs https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/21/the-magic-of-dogs/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:77fac151-ece8-352c-eae9-5ca4ae33187c Tue, 21 Jul 2020 09:17:06 -0400 <p>The Magic of Dogs, a heartwarming collection of true stories about dogs, releases this week. The magic of dogs is that these four-legged family members love sacrificially, wholeheartedly, and unconditionally. The magic of dogs is found in how they brighten our days, act as our therapists, and become our best friends—without saying one word. And [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/21/the-magic-of-dogs/">The Magic of Dogs</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>The Magic of Dogs</em></a>, a heartwarming collection of true stories about dogs, releases this week. The magic of dogs is that these four-legged family members love sacrificially, wholeheartedly, and unconditionally.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2013/01/17/of-dogs-and-family-2/">The magic of dogs</a> is found in how they brighten our days, act as our therapists, and become our best friends—without saying one word. And during the COVID-19 pandemic they rose to the occasion and transformed that <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2016/08/24/life-hacks/">stay-at-home</a> experience. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Magic of Dogs</em></a> (Chicken Soup for the Soul, LLC; Amy Newmark; July 21, 2020, 978-1-611590678, $14.95) will have dog lovers laughing, tearing up, and nodding their heads as they dive into heartwarming and hilarious stories about the ways dogs enrich our lives and <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2017/09/13/how-focused-productive-are-you/">make us better people</a>.</p> <p>My story in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>The Magic of Dogs</em></a> is titled, <em>Prayer and Garage Sales</em>.</p> <h4><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Prayer and Garage Sales</a></h4> <p>I was midway through my eighth pregnancy when nine-year-old Josiah’s prayer life changed. Every night I gathered the children to pray before going to bed. Beginning with the youngest, each person prayed aloud. I finished the round.</p> <p>On this particular night, after three-year-old Hannah and six-year-old Estee had said their prayers, Josiah began his request. “Lord, could I please have a black lab puppy and a set of drums?”</p> <p>My eyes popped open. Though I didn’t say anything, obviously the <em>last</em> two items on my prayer list were a black Labrador puppy and a set of drums. Over the next four months, I inched toward my due date and my only son, Josiah, faithfully prayed the same request for a black lab puppy and a set of drums every night.</p> <p>In March, Lilyanna Faith was warmly welcomed into the family. The following week, my husband left on his first business trip since the birth of the baby.</p> <p>“How are you doing?” he asked me the Saturday morning after he returned.</p> <p>“Life is galloping way out in front of me,” I reported. “I feel completely overwhelmed.”</p> <p>“That’s understandable considering you just had a baby, and I was away for a week. I have a handful of errands to run, how about I take the children with me and you and Lilyanna take a long nap,” he suggested.</p> <p>“Hot dog,” I agreed.</p> <p>Twenty minutes after the happy band hit the road, the phone rang. It was Josiah. “Mama, can I keep this black lab puppy I’m holding? I promise to eat all my vegetables, clean my room, and do my chores.”</p> <p>“Put your father on the phone,” I said through clenched teeth. Josiah handed the cell phone to his father.</p> <p>“What,” I asked, “are you doing?”</p> <p>“It’s like this,” he explained. “We were driving past a farm and there was a big sign in the yard that said ‘Free Puppies.’ Knowing how overwhelmed you’re feeling, I looked the other way and pretended not to notice the sign. But all the children in the back of the van spotted the sign. ‘Look, Dad,’ they announced, ‘free puppies! Black lab puppies! It’s the answer to Josiah’s prayers!’ So what’s a dad to do?”</p> <p>“What’s a dad to do,” I echoed. “Put Josiah back on the phone.&#8221;</p> <p>“Hi, Mama,” Josiah said hopefully.</p> <p>“Look son,” I outlined, “are you going to train this dog so it’s a good, obedient dog?”</p> <p>“Oh, I will,” Josiah promised.</p> <p>“And clean up the dog flops?”</p> <p>“I’ll clean up after the dog,” Josiah assured.</p> <p>“I don’t need another project, son. I have plenty to do. If you bring this dog home it will be your dog to train, and care for, and clean up after. Deal?”</p> <p>“Deal. I’ll take care of the dog.”</p> <p>“Okay son, bring home your puppy. I can’t wait to see him.”</p> <p>Josiah named the pup Old Dan after the male puppy in the book, <em>Where the Red Fern Grows. </em></p> <p>The following weekend, I went garage sale-ing. It was Josiah’s turn to have some alone time with me so he scratched Old Dan behind his floppy ears, jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and away we went. At the first garage sale we came to, sat a complete set of drums assembled and ready to play. I looked at Josiah.</p> <p>Josiah looked at me.</p> <p>I grinned. “What’s a mom to do?”</p> <p>Josiah emptied his savings and proudly brought home his Roxx drums. A week later he played those garage sale drums in a fiddle show.</p> <p>Under Josiah’s training, Old Dan went on to become the 4-H grand champion dog in obedience. I grew fond of the free, mixed breed answer to prayer. Old Dan played with the children, minded his manners for the most part, barked when someone came to the house, and he talked. Dan had a sing-song way of whining when I spoke to him. I liked having a verbal male around the house.</p> <p>Neither the drums nor the dog were on my prayer list, but they were on Josiah’s. My son learned that all good things come to those who pray and go to garage sales. Several years later, Josiah again scratched Old Dan behind the ears before leaving for the military.</p> <p>On Thanksgiving day, the girls and I watched the road. Josiah had gotten leave to come home for the holiday. At last, his car turned into the driveway, where he parked and got out.</p> <p>There stood my grown son, tall in his uniform, grinning at all of us pouring out onto the front porch. But we stood back and let Old Dan go first to meet Josiah. Hesitant at first, Dan got close, and then his tail wagged and he whined his sing-song welcome. In a moment Josiah was sitting on the ground and Dan was in his arms, the two lost in the joy of each other’s company like they had done throughout Josiah’s growing up years.</p> <p>While his mother and sisters saw the man, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Old Dan</a> recognized his boy.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7721" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_-194x300.jpg" alt="" width="194" height="300" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_-194x300.jpg 194w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_.jpg 323w" sizes="(max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/21/the-magic-of-dogs/">The Magic of Dogs</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> What Does An Author Read for Research? https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/14/read-for-research/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:30f94df2-ed55-5f1e-82f7-4afc2bb1edc4 Tue, 14 Jul 2020 11:45:41 -0400 <p>What does an author read for research? Gotta say, I was delighted when C. Kevin Thompson contacted me. &#8220;I have the book, The Slave Across the Street, and used it as research for my Blake Meyer Thriller Series along with a bunch of other human trafficking books,&#8221; the author said. &#8220;I donate well over ten percent of [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/14/read-for-research/">What Does An Author Read for Research?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>What does an author read for research? Gotta say, I was delighted when <a href="https://www.amazon.com/C-Kevin-Thompson/e/B007ANOEDE/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1">C. Kevin Thompson</a> contacted me.</p> <p>&#8220;I have the book, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slave-Across-Street-Theresa-Flores/dp/0982328680/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VOMV6BLAPTS3&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=the+slave+across+the+street+by+theresa+flores&amp;qid=1594739179&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=The+Slave+Across+the+Street%2Caps%2C172&amp;sr=1-1">The Slave Across the Street</a>,</i> and used it as research for my <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Blake Meyer Thriller Series</a> along with a bunch of other<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slavery-Land-Free-Students-Modern/dp/0989341984/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr="> human trafficking books</a>,&#8221; <a href="https://www.amazon.com/C-Kevin-Thompson/e/B007ANOEDE/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1">the author</a> said. &#8220;I donate well over ten percent of my author proceeds to World Hope International to help them in their human trafficking work.&#8221;</p> <p>Author, reader, and researcher, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/C-Kevin-Thompson/e/B007ANOEDE/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1">Thompson</a> is serious about portraying an accurate account of the brutal cruelty and rampant frequency of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slave-Across-Street-Theresa-Flores/dp/0982328680/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VOMV6BLAPTS3&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=the+slave+across+the+street+by+theresa+flores&amp;qid=1594739179&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=The+Slave+Across+the+Street%2Caps%2C172&amp;sr=1-1">human trafficking</a> worldwide and in the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slavery-Land-Free-Students-Modern/dp/0989341984/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr=">United States.</a> His novels provide entertainment, suspense, and you just might learn something new.</p> <p>With <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Thompson&#8217;s</a> permission, here is an excerpt from <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06X9NPCVC/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i3">Triple Time</a>,</i> Book Two in the<i> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Blake Meyer Thriller Series.</a></i></p> <h3>Chapter 70</h3> <p><em>Unknown Location</em></p> <p><em>On the outskirts of Tbilisi, Republic of Georgia</em></p> <p>“I am from Moldova,” Filipov said. “I was living with my family. Going to school. Flirting with boys. Doing what every other sixteen-year-old girl in Moldova did.</p> <p>“Then, one day, I was on my way home from school. I had stayed for gymnastics practice. It was dark. Around dinnertime. I went home the same way I had taken every other day. I did not deviate at all from my route. Not even to stop at a store or a friend’s house.</p> <p>“I walked by some old, abandoned warehouses that sat no more than five blocks from my home.” Filipov smirked. “Just like I had done every other day.” She set her jaw and paused.</p> <p>“As I passed by a dark alley between two of those buildings, I heard someone call out for help. It sounded like a young woman’s voice. Maybe even a girl my age. She sounded hurt, wounded. She was saying, ‘Help me. Please, help me,’ over and over again.</p> <p>“I stopped and listened. She sounded alone and scared. So, I turned and went down the alley. As I got closer, she repeated her words faster. She claimed she heard someone coming and begged for me to help her. She said her leg was broken. That she had fallen from the catwalk above.”</p> <p>Still holding her gun as if studying it, Filipov gripped the weapon more aggressively. The muscles in her temples bulged as she clenched her jaw.</p> <p>“I was so stupid. What would a girl or woman be doing in that alley? Especially up on one of the catwalks?” She closed her eyes for a long second before reopening them. “I should have seen it coming.”</p> <p>“What happened?” Blake said.</p> <p>Filipov’s eyes narrowed, the fury evident. “Someone snuck up from behind me and grabbed me. I do not even know who it was, but I suspect it was a man, judging by the strength of the person. Another man jumped out from the shadows and jabbed something into my neck. I did not know what it was at the time, but I later would learn that he stabbed me with a needle and injected me with a sedative. A method of control they used on me numerous times.”</p> <p>“You were kidnapped?”</p> <p>“No. There was no ransom demanded from my family. No message sent to them. Nothing. I simply vanished.”</p> <p>“Abducted. Like my family…”</p> <p>“I was taken, yes…They said my family owed money they could not repay, and that <em>I</em> was the payment.” Filipov’s eyes and face reddened. “I did not believe them. My family was poor, but my father would never do such a thing.”</p> <p>Blake shifted in his seat, wincing with every move. “That’s a pretty common story traffickers use. And unfortunately, it’s true more often than any of us would care to admit.”</p> <p>Filipov fired her hand out, clutching the gun. She stormed toward Blake and planted the muzzle against his forehead. “Are you saying my father willingly did that to me?!”</p> <p>Blake slowly raised his hands in surrender again, holding them out farther away from his body this time. “No, no, no. I’m sure your father was a great Dad and would never have done anything like that. I was just simply stating a fact. What those people told you is a common line traffickers use to manipulate their captives because there are parents who do give up their children to pay debts. I’ve seen it.”</p> <p>Filipov pressed the gun barrel into Blake’s forehead for several excruciating moments before stepping back. “Do not accuse people you do not know.”</p> <p>“I wasn’t, and I’m sorry if I offended the memory of your father. He obviously raised one strong, spirited daughter.”</p> <p>“He was a good man. A loving husband. He worked two jobs to provide for us.”</p> <p>“So, where did those men take you?”</p> <p>Filipov took several steps backwards, putting distance between her and Blake before allowing the arm holding the gun to relax. “I was transported to Chechnya. There, I was ‘taught’ how to be a sex slave. Once I complied with their wishes, they transported me to brothels all over Europe. I would spend no more than one to two months in any one place.”</p> <p>“Rotate the stock,” Blake said under his breath. He closed his eyes for a long instant. <em>Is that what’s in store for Sara?</em></p> <p>“What did you say?”</p> <p>“I was just thinking out loud. Moving you every month or two…that’s their way of supplying their patrons with new stock…and making it harder for anyone to track you.”</p> <p>“Yes…” Filipov peered at Blake with questioning eyes before continuing. “Then, one day, I was taken back to Chechnya. My ‘owner’ wanted me along with several other girls to return. In order to get us to comply with the move without a struggle, we were told we had paid off our debt and were being released.” Filipov shook her head with a sneer. “They take you from your family. They steal your life from you. They use you to make money.” She exhaled through her lips. “Why did we ever believe anything they told us?”</p> <p>“Because they use your humanness against you,” Blake said.</p> <p>Filipov furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”</p> <p>“They knew what you wanted. They knew how you would react. That’s how they got you to go down that alley in the first place. They played on your emotions. They…preyed on your goodness…your kindness…your compassion…” Blake’s gaze dropped to the floor. “A young girl hears another woman cry out for help in a dark alley? Only a cold-hearted person would walk by and do nothing.” He looked up at Filipov. “They were betting you would help. So, they laid a trap.</p> <p>“Then, as you went through your trials in Europe, they played on your emotions again and again. Your love for your family…Your desire to live…The hope that abides in all of us…Hope for something better in the future…Hope for nothing worse to happen… They bait you with promises designed to lure you onward in the direction they need you to go.”</p> <p>Blake stared at Filipov. “And what does a person who’s been abducted, abused, and forced into that kind of hell want the most?”</p> <p>Filipov’s response leaked out as a whisper. “Freedom.”</p> <p>“So, that becomes the ultimate bait.”</p> <p>Filipov studied Blake. “You seem to know a lot about how this works.”</p> <p>“I worked deep cover to bust a trafficking ring back in the U.S. several years ago. I saw firsthand a lot of what you’re talking about.”</p> <p>“Did you ‘get the bad guys’?”</p> <p>Blake let out a half-hearted smile and nodded. “Yeah.”</p> <p>“Good,” Filipov said. “Did you kill them or arrest them?”</p> <p>“We arrested the entire ring. They were tried and found guilty. The least anyone got was ten years.”</p> <p>Filipov snorted in disgust. “All they will do is run the ring from inside prison or turn it over to someone else on the outside. Then, once they are released, they will step back into the same position as if nothing happened.”</p> <p>“Possibly. But…at least justice was served.” He noticed how empty those words sounded now in light of their current conversation.</p> <p>“Justice? Justice for who?”</p> <p><em>I was just wondering the same thing. </em>“That’s a good question. I used to say, ‘For those who were abducted. For their families. For the American people.’ But now, I’m not so sure.”</p> <p>Filipov chuckled and began to caress the gun again.</p> <p>“I’m sorry, but I don’t see the humor.”</p> <p>Filipov’s exhausted laugh morphed into derision. “That is because you have never been on the wrong side of human trafficking. Until <em>now</em>. If you have seen it firsthand, like you say you have, then you know there is no crime more inhumane. Murder, stealing, rape are all single acts. Selfish acts. They are bad. But human trafficking commits all of them at once….and more. Stealing, rape, torture, drug addiction, and ultimately a slow death. And if you are fortunate enough to escape or are released, you never recover fully.” She shrugged. “How can you? Your life has been forever altered, forever scarred, forever ruined. The memories haunt you. You wake up in the night sweating from the nightmares. And you can never get your innocence…your purity back. Believe me, I have tried.”</p> <p>He watched as Filipov detailed her thoughts. He wondered if the events of her life had turned an innocent sixteen-year-old girl into more than just an assassin…<em>and will it have a similar effect on my family?</em></p> <h3>For More</h3> <p><strong>For more about the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Blake Meyer series</a> and author <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">C. 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Michael <b style="font-style: italic;">loves </b>to ride his bike. (Emphasis intentional and not an exaggeration.) He's been logging between 150 and 200 miles per week. Saturdays he joins a group for a longer ride out of Muncie. These pics are actually from Friday, July 3. The others rode on the 4th&nbsp; also, and they often ride Sundays as well. It's safe to say that they are even more obsessed with their bicycles! Can anyone venture a guess at the age of one female rider?</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/-lJXPPZT75G4/Xwy8bxhyRfI/AAAAAAAAZDs/KasUOUs0__YteM58iXShs7v4bfkspnljQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109475658_10101031194765836_308484415051374558_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJXPPZT75G4/Xwy8bxhyRfI/AAAAAAAAZDs/KasUOUs0__YteM58iXShs7v4bfkspnljQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/109475658_10101031194765836_308484415051374558_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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWVA1bJWx6s/Xwy8XVPF_5I/AAAAAAAAZDo/1NpEZ8rjjggVzC7kjhqBDcyX6zDsg4xcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109446769_10101031194810746_7066257211780813956_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/-wWVA1bJWx6s/Xwy8XVPF_5I/AAAAAAAAZDo/1NpEZ8rjjggVzC7kjhqBDcyX6zDsg4xcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/109446769_10101031194810746_7066257211780813956_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;">The last few weeks photos have surfaced, in the FB memories, of our visits six, seven and ten years ago to the Basque Country where Michael was part of a group that rode around that beautiful region. We have such fond memories. After the last tour in 2014, he underwent surgery for prostate cancer. He is very grateful to still be riding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPllCold_3E/Xw2ynyooeyI/AAAAAAAAZEA/dcELEX6oLjYdG1H3Ag7NGVrl2-05FTpLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107993261_10101031194700966_2912567643422185497_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="960" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPllCold_3E/Xw2ynyooeyI/AAAAAAAAZEA/dcELEX6oLjYdG1H3Ag7NGVrl2-05FTpLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/107993261_10101031194700966_2912567643422185497_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our favorite towns in the mountains of Northern Spain--Onati, a very Basque town</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i>The day of his surgery, July 9 (<i>nueve de julio--</i>Argentina's Independence Day) 2014, coincided with the World Cup Semi Finals. In his hospital room, with a tiny television and poor reception, we strained to watch the Argentina - Netherlands match.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">July 9 is also Leah's adopted birthday. We celebrated with her favorite sandwich lunch at The Bridge. Then I wrote her <a href="https://www.storyworth.com/user/rita-koch/story/the-adoption.pdf">adoption story</a>.</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/-JuwFeFrqqXI/Xw2y_K58wlI/AAAAAAAAZEM/8J2Po1N6EP0ra5HKbFabJL05Hvh5qyHDACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109067385_10101031194735896_1111651577399166589_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="960" height="241" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuwFeFrqqXI/Xw2y_K58wlI/AAAAAAAAZEM/8J2Po1N6EP0ra5HKbFabJL05Hvh5qyHDACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/109067385_10101031194735896_1111651577399166589_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here is bright-eyed Kalani, her grandson, excitedly interacting with his <i>abuela </i>(my chosen title is actually incorrect, should be <i>bisabuela</i>).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FT7AH1mPbcE/Xw0N5hToT5I/AAAAAAAAZD4/qcLO1fx7rOkLjn0cY-Pap5Zmg0tPaeh2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106811724_10101031194266836_8124857358206035555_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FT7AH1mPbcE/Xw0N5hToT5I/AAAAAAAAZD4/qcLO1fx7rOkLjn0cY-Pap5Zmg0tPaeh2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106811724_10101031194266836_8124857358206035555_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;">After many months of not painting, I dug out my watercolors and followed a tutorial for an evening hour of recreation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQj1M7CcBWY/Xw2zHyww1II/AAAAAAAAZEU/78W9sIf0RhgG7CZEj_--FbSjxzs45ovswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109084457_10101031194047276_4183437369597437832_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="665" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQj1M7CcBWY/Xw2zHyww1II/AAAAAAAAZEU/78W9sIf0RhgG7CZEj_--FbSjxzs45ovswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/109084457_10101031194047276_4183437369597437832_n.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Succulent</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mostly my creativity has been limited to knitting while we watch a show or movie, using up yarn scraps.<br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2dXtRmruS0/Xw2zQxn9J0I/AAAAAAAAZEc/nZ2Pzz0Z37kZgp-BnJztAy3Ss38e2y-LwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107689094_10101031194082206_6628126009336905402_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="960" height="229" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2dXtRmruS0/Xw2zQxn9J0I/AAAAAAAAZEc/nZ2Pzz0Z37kZgp-BnJztAy3Ss38e2y-LwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/107689094_10101031194082206_6628126009336905402_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cannot fail to mention that Michael continues to experiment with making bread and cheese. He added pickled fish to his exploits!&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What are your creative outlets?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YAhdgTitNo8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Wishing Love Was More http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2020/07/wishing-love-was-more.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:8cdfd340-de3f-5fde-7ee6-1a75177a0097 Fri, 10 Jul 2020 12:42:04 -0400 <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6H30db9BnI/XwiaIXHsq-I/AAAAAAAAxHQ/Yed6pveqveUgu9wQVz93GzJx4Zi0LkLpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s450/hands%2Bheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6H30db9BnI/XwiaIXHsq-I/AAAAAAAAxHQ/Yed6pveqveUgu9wQVz93GzJx4Zi0LkLpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/hands%2Bheart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>There are several things worthy of reflection today but I want to gloat and bloat on a conversation I had with my daughter ... in my head.</div><div><br /></div><div>My daughter and I are very similar in several ways, at least I can see that. I can own up to it where there are weaknesses and definitely do in her strengths. My daughter came to me for advice on spiritual matters, which is not uncommon for her. I began my response to her with, "I love you, daughter, I love you so much it hurts; I wish at times my love for you could do so much more than ... just be a feeling for you."&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And I stopped right there with an epiphany = a God-incidence = that incidence when God shows up but you have yet to recognize Him.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>"What if God feels the same way? What if God has actually made a way for love to be more--more for His children ... and I could hack into that?"&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And, What if the Word of God in the Bible actually gives guidance on how to do that?</div><div><br /></div><div>If all of these postulations are true, and I believe they are, including that love is way more than a feeling, then I want to know.</div><div><br /></div><div>"How can I go about loving my daughter more in line with how God loves (provides, protects, guides, gifts, and graces) His children--aka, how He loves me?</div><div><br /></div><div>And this is the deeper purpose that brings glory to God in this reflection--How has God revealed Himself in love to His people ... and to me?</div><div><br /></div><div>This is worthy of reflection and beneficial to the transformation of the mind as I live a life drawn by the magnetism of a merciful God.</div><div><br /></div><div>No more reflecting, but acting. It's that faith without deeds thing.&nbsp; Now I go. So be it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have YOU ever wished love was more? Whether it be your ability to give it or receive it?</div><div><br /></div><div>If I made a list of how God has enabled us to love like He does, what would you add to such a list?&nbsp;</div><div>I'd like to hear.</div><div><br /></div><div>Comments are welcome. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div> The Fourth https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/cousin-karins-patriotic-bouquet-michael.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:840fc82a-4142-b4ec-dc43-577089f81826 Tue, 07 Jul 2020 20:53:51 -0400 <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/-jqJclccfgCE/XwSQDJ0V_SI/AAAAAAAAZAI/clj7XGxgXBk95kQ3SYgxvaT7Rlwd1uLzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7-4-20.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqJclccfgCE/XwSQDJ0V_SI/AAAAAAAAZAI/clj7XGxgXBk95kQ3SYgxvaT7Rlwd1uLzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7-4-20.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's patriotic 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;">Michael surprised me with a patriotic bouquet that we have been enjoying all week!</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/-PV3IxV4W7Y8/XwM5lP98u6I/AAAAAAAAY_A/bKMc5C1-_Gc6h8hJR-42vpOhWATy4Ho2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107090001_10101025233522216_793175865517693969_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="724" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV3IxV4W7Y8/XwM5lP98u6I/AAAAAAAAY_A/bKMc5C1-_Gc6h8hJR-42vpOhWATy4Ho2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/107090001_10101025233522216_793175865517693969_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beginning of the week</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3_1gXeanLQ/XwSSYRu-iGI/AAAAAAAAZAU/HVjX34RmYPoZk9HVlXY_xdjsEeDaqiUhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/107020278_10101027357515716_2282864568659591895_o.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3_1gXeanLQ/XwSSYRu-iGI/AAAAAAAAZAU/HVjX34RmYPoZk9HVlXY_xdjsEeDaqiUhACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/107020278_10101027357515716_2282864568659591895_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">End of the week</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Mondays we've enjoyed eating outdoors at Stephan and Karen's new-to-them picnic table. The weather, the food and the stimulating conversation are such a blessing!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">The dentist had just adjusted my partial that morning, so I was able to enjoy the meal even more!<br /><br /></div><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="841" height="475" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ3ptMUoHB0/XwM8Hov8-QI/AAAAAAAAY_c/E6LcCdKZ5ooN0Wf5qhIU37vncej-1YoPQCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h475/106720105_10101025234510236_7762090262921919945_n.jpg" width="625" /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;Another plus was the dip in the pool of 90 degree water before the meal!&nbsp;</div>Tuesday I had a special visitor. Rebecca and I had so much fun trying to put together a track. I am definitely not the engineer in the family and it took extra long to figure out the layout. We found the instructions after the fact and when <i>abuelo</i>&nbsp;came home he noticed the car needed a battery!<br /><div><br /></div><div>She also practiced reading animal names on vocab cards and I followed up with the interesting facts on the back of each one. Then we went for a walk. Rebecca picked a little bouquet and left it for me on the window sill by my desk, so sweet!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poksCCk9eCQ/XwM75uRz6EI/AAAAAAAAY_Y/Obfh_cd7zTwkTS_L2COD7l3vjUkAhNK2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Becca%2B%2526%2Btrack%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1429" data-original-width="1600" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poksCCk9eCQ/XwM75uRz6EI/AAAAAAAAY_Y/Obfh_cd7zTwkTS_L2COD7l3vjUkAhNK2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h556/Becca%2B%2526%2Btrack%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Several times this week I've gone for long walks. Just stepping outside and seeing the smiling blossoms makes me happy.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwPDQN3O0J4/XwM8R9-xBHI/AAAAAAAAY_k/xSHb0-4r-7gLoXP8fJpF6R0J8q8pim5gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106667427_10101025234455346_7952645075012885353_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="375" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwPDQN3O0J4/XwM8R9-xBHI/AAAAAAAAY_k/xSHb0-4r-7gLoXP8fJpF6R0J8q8pim5gwCLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h375/106667427_10101025234455346_7952645075012885353_n.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I walk along the road, more blooms smile up at me.</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/-rsIMpNM1USg/XwM8XNqvsZI/AAAAAAAAY_o/OsfKBd5TuJkCHpeyqqqlTtfGvfdrscwOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107067502_10101025233826606_5754331732885693805_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="627" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsIMpNM1USg/XwM8XNqvsZI/AAAAAAAAY_o/OsfKBd5TuJkCHpeyqqqlTtfGvfdrscwOQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/107067502_10101025233826606_5754331732885693805_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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4CXZWF_H1o/XwShuF2W43I/AAAAAAAAZAc/dNW-5CI-QYollU0tPwLSxCo0uo7Ja1scQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/106986015_10101025257583996_4006937183818977679_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="375" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4CXZWF_H1o/XwShuF2W43I/AAAAAAAAZAc/dNW-5CI-QYollU0tPwLSxCo0uo7Ja1scQCLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h375/106986015_10101025257583996_4006937183818977679_o.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Michael continues to enjoy the outdoors on his bicycle, almost 200 miles this week.</div><div><br /></div><div>And at home he bakes bread, makes cheese, pickled fish, hefty soups, continually experimenting trying to improve the results.</div><div><br /></div><div>I tend to be the one to deal with the Misfits bi-weekly deliveries.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9O-ENwVHD0/XwM8gRC278I/AAAAAAAAY_w/KgpBO62-XxIw9y1fsfuCeN-0ZR9YItMGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106746001_10101025233597066_2464177432673742921_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/-k9O-ENwVHD0/XwM8gRC278I/AAAAAAAAY_w/KgpBO62-XxIw9y1fsfuCeN-0ZR9YItMGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/106746001_10101025233597066_2464177432673742921_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;">Another one of the bountiful pleasures of the season--a visit Monday to <a href="https://spencerberryfarm.com/">Spencer Farm</a>&nbsp;to pick red raspberries. We enjoyed the hour spent picking two pints each and finished just in time before the rain that had been threatening the whole time.</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/--k0B5b83yG8/XwM8gRS0GtI/AAAAAAAAY_0/nWKYXVlnjCAJZ1iO2ZkC-ba75IlDj1Q7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106685601_10101025233641976_7058072834718040988_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0B5b83yG8/XwM8gRS0GtI/AAAAAAAAY_0/nWKYXVlnjCAJZ1iO2ZkC-ba75IlDj1Q7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106685601_10101025233641976_7058072834718040988_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, a non-photographed blessing in disguise--Leah's follow-up visit to her surgeon. We are so grateful for a wonderfully caring and skilled doctor and to learn that the cancer had not spread, though pervasive within the area.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While Michael was out Friday riding with his cycling group, as it was a holiday, I was digging into the 1941 archives of the Brethren Missionary Herald. I found a very interesting WWII story, <a href="http://www.brethren.org/bhla/hiddengems/sinking-zamzam.html">The Sinking of the ZamZam</a>. It happened before I or most of you were born. I'd be curious to know if anyone ever heard it before. The reason I took notice, was that one of the families on board was related to my uncle Garner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />On the actual Fourth of July, we made the rounds to see each of our kid's families. First we went to Sam's family rummage sale at his shop.</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/-llc7dxt6kG8/XwTPti46AoI/AAAAAAAAZA8/LveSwykHMB4oeCSFH-w26oVt6B3myw8kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1005/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="1005" height="570" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llc7dxt6kG8/XwTPti46AoI/AAAAAAAAZA8/LveSwykHMB4oeCSFH-w26oVt6B3myw8kwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h570/Untitled.png" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We watched the younger two, Zion and Jude,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/ritadorene/videos/10101027378089486/">skate in the bowl.</a><br />Next we went to Steph and Karen's to visit and swim in the pool.<br />And, finally, we ended up in front of Matt and Kayla's facing the big field behind Leah's house, where Jimmy and Skye outdid themselves putting on what has become an annual neighborhood fireworks display.</div></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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVI2LIFZ33g/XwSx8qegJhI/AAAAAAAAZAk/cEvRJeFFwMEaTPHusu_NIbM0pil2tuSuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Fourth%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="1600" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVI2LIFZ33g/XwSx8qegJhI/AAAAAAAAZAk/cEvRJeFFwMEaTPHusu_NIbM0pil2tuSuACLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h291/Fourth%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Kalani not only survived but enjoyed his first Fourth of July celebration; must be in his blood.&nbsp;</div><div>I love that he loves books! :-)</div><div><br /></div><div style="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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhLC6dqts_0/XwTQORQBJnI/AAAAAAAAZBE/Q-10K4Ih530Zq1r66YWPPns3BPlUkbWRACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106907417_10157572818052934_1593613679328976533_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I finished listening to a good book this week, <i>The Library Book</i>&nbsp;by Susan Orlean, that tells the story of the largest library fire in America--the Los Angeles Central Library in 1986. That happened within most reader's lifetime. How many of you heard of it?</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/cevPZ9n31M8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Midyear https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/midyear.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9d506631-3168-742b-fb36-43d5743e62f4 Wed, 01 Jul 2020 14:14:22 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another weekly Tennessee bouquet. None from Indiana.</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/-hre1NOvygTs/XvtRUx60RsI/AAAAAAAAY6s/qnWr8uyB2gsbk-twHBTgxELYCpw4cUixwCK4BGAsYHg/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-28-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hre1NOvygTs/XvtRUx60RsI/AAAAAAAAY6s/qnWr8uyB2gsbk-twHBTgxELYCpw4cUixwCK4BGAsYHg/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-28-20.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>However, here is some art happening in our state, in fact in the neighboring town. And, what is even more special and pertinent to us is that the daughter of our friends won the project-design contest and is working on it with her team.&nbsp;</div><div>Diane was disappointed that she had not been able to attend the local Strawberry Festival, so I picked her up Sunday afternoon for strawberry short cakes from Ivanhoe's. On the way we stopped to admire Abby's work in progress.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83Y1JfT3aeY/XvkiXUL1g9I/AAAAAAAAY5s/bxeSJ0ibcskg3xPEpFbn-LzI9gIAgGEKQCK4BGAsYHg/s851/105964977_10101016031907326_1563250250445208275_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="851" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83Y1JfT3aeY/XvkiXUL1g9I/AAAAAAAAY5s/bxeSJ0ibcskg3xPEpFbn-LzI9gIAgGEKQCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h258/105964977_10101016031907326_1563250250445208275_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>We also picked up a movie at Redbox--<i>A Hidden Life</i>. It is the powerful story of unwavering conviction even unto death. and ends with this quote:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>". . . for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life,&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and rest in unvisited tombs."</i></div><div style="text-align: right;">George Eliot&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am reminded of the hundreds of thousands of unrecognized martyrs we will meet in heaven.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think also of the many, many ways that people live and serve one another and go unrecognized. One example is Stephan and Karen's weekly hospitality. Their commitment to Monday Night Dinner comes from a strong&nbsp;belief in the importance of community. Conversations are fun and stimulating as we learn from one another. And the food is always different and delicious!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week, wonderful weather allowed for dinner by the pool. The young ones were in and out of the water the whole 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/-hulNBDanQZs/XvymM3HTNyI/AAAAAAAAY7c/7toNahPaJPMcqJaFyIargxQdIHJFkkzVQCK4BGAsYHg/s3000/DC%2527s%2Bpool%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="3000" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hulNBDanQZs/XvymM3HTNyI/AAAAAAAAY7c/7toNahPaJPMcqJaFyIargxQdIHJFkkzVQCK4BGAsYHg/w625-h225/DC%2527s%2Bpool%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Throughout the week I had several opportunities to stop by Leah's place and sometimes catch a glimpse of Kalani, or even hold him for awhile.&nbsp;&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/-EAeBZGvBNlA/Xvyn5tIXFaI/AAAAAAAAY70/QeZgRbxZl2kPa-I41zCnm_ZdbVOn8mXHACK4BGAsYHg/s864/106386412_10101020880615476_7400766628614559080_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="648" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAeBZGvBNlA/Xvyn5tIXFaI/AAAAAAAAY70/QeZgRbxZl2kPa-I41zCnm_ZdbVOn8mXHACK4BGAsYHg/s320/106386412_10101020880615476_7400766628614559080_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Staring up at <i>abuela</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Thursday Leah had another doctor appointment, the journey continues. Healing and pain, ups and downs, stresses and joys are all part of the journey.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like walking, it is step by step--<i>paso a paso.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I began going on longer walks this week. That shows progress, my ankle is getting stronger! Here are some sightings from my Thursday walk. I love the profusion of wild roses on the corner of our road and 8th St. On the way back I caught sight of a groundhog staring up at me.&nbsp;</div><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="3000" height="235" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6vJuDZIz3U/Xvyozptd-8I/AAAAAAAAY8I/ylU8oaIPaoIC-MdBkM5WpECRKzsbq68HwCK4BGAsYHg/w625-h235/Views%2Bon%2Bwalk%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font color="#0000ee"><u><br /></u></font></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I continue to plug away at research to fill in the gaps in my family history. I find it fascinating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sorting through accumulations of years gone by is not as much fun. This week I got through all the Spanish teaching materials that I will never use again. I threw away a lot, but some I organized and hope to pass on to any younger Spanish teacher if I find one who may be interested.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael continues to put in well over 100 miles on his bicycle each week. He has taken over all meal preparation and bakes bread regularly. Mowing and keeping up with house repairs are ongoing activities. However, he also has added serious sorting and throwing away stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not much is happening on the robotics front. Only one meeting this week to continue sorting Legos and clean up the place for an open house on Saturday. The other mentor who owns the building wanted to show off his area with all the machinery acquired, and also the robotics shop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A great housing possibility opened up for Skye's little family. His paternal grandparents and great grandparents lived most of their lives on a lovely piece of land outside of Upland. The two homes have been abandoned for a number of years, are in terrible condition and need to come down. Then they could purchase a decent, livable or newer mobile home or prefab. The prospects are very exciting. We all went out Sunday to take a look.</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/-SINweVgoPck/Xvyo7iiiNBI/AAAAAAAAY8g/Uq5DfGLNR6sDizeCHXeVGY7idLgK1-l6ACK4BGAsYHg/s2678/The%2Bwell%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2678" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SINweVgoPck/Xvyo7iiiNBI/AAAAAAAAY8g/Uq5DfGLNR6sDizeCHXeVGY7idLgK1-l6ACK4BGAsYHg/w625-h468/The%2Bwell%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out the well</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqPHqBgML-Y/Xvyo8UT-JWI/AAAAAAAAY8k/-el9XP4aGWwy-XlW-JNVowwdQM9ecXd6wCK4BGAsYHg/s2000/the%2Bland%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqPHqBgML-Y/Xvyo8UT-JWI/AAAAAAAAY8k/-el9XP4aGWwy-XlW-JNVowwdQM9ecXd6wCK4BGAsYHg/w625-h625/the%2Bland%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="625" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sower matriarch and family enjoying the weather and one another on the ancestral land.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqPHqBgML-Y/Xvyo8UT-JWI/AAAAAAAAY8k/-el9XP4aGWwy-XlW-JNVowwdQM9ecXd6wCK4BGAsYHg/s2000/the%2Bland%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are so grateful for God's abundant <b>grace </b>poured out upon our family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Justice </b>is getting what we deserve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Mercy </b>is not getting what we deserve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Grace </b>is getting what we don't deserve!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(From Sunday's sermon)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As we near the midpoint of the the year 2020, even this blog speaks of God's amazing <b>grace</b>. He enabled me to keep up these weekly reflections faithfully despite a variety of circumstances. Though often published later than I expected, these posts are a record of God's faithfulness to us His children.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/4va3AWnSN3Q" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Peaceful Parenting https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:fa6cf93a-53b8-fd74-1830-f747bc0fdb2a Wed, 01 Jul 2020 14:07:32 -0400 <p>Peaceful parenting is the natural result of Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries. Families thrive when children know what to do and parents have systems in place that relieve the need to nag. &#8220;Gabe, you left your skateboard in the driveway. If you choose not to put it away at the end of the day, [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/">Peaceful Parenting</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Peaceful parenting is the natural result of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1"><em>Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries</em></a>.</p> <p>Families thrive when children know what to do and parents have systems in place that relieve the need to nag.</p> <p>&#8220;Gabe, you left your skateboard in the driveway. If you choose not to put it away at the end of the day, you will be choosing not to ride it for the weekend.&#8221;</p> <p>How much more peaceful are relationships when children learn to make responsible choices, readying them for independence as functioning and contributing adults.</p> <h4>Home, Safe Home</h4> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Best-Decisions-Single-Mom-Make/dp/1540900320/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Ten+Best+Decisions+A+Single+Mom+Can+Make&amp;qid=1593625917&amp;sr=8-1">Home is an incubator for children</a>, a place for kids to explore their world and to become all God created them to be. Within <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2017/10/07/home-art-studio-for-life-2/">this safe nest</a>, your role as a parent is to</p> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/">nurture their potential</a></li> <li>discourage their defiance</li> <li><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2017/10/07/home-art-studio-for-life-2/">focus on their strengths</a></li> </ul> <p>Boundaries are established limits &#8211; lines not to be crossed. Right away children understand that cribs have sides, bathrooms have doors, streets have curbs, and sports have rules. Clearly presented boundaries develop a child&#8217;s ability to make good decisions. Breaking a boundary results in a repercussion. Maintaining a boundary results in reward.</p> <h4>Healthy Boundaries</h4> <p>External boundaries are designed to develop <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1">internal character</a>. It is the same style God uses to encourage our growth. He has given us established boundaries in the Bible. And He gave us free choice. We can choose to break a boundary and receive the repercussion. Or we can grow within the healthy boundaries God gave and experience the rewards.</p> <p>God is a peaceful parent. We apply peaceful parenting when we emulate our Heavenly Father&#8217;s model.</p> <p>For more easy-to-apply parenting tips, check out <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1"><em>Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries</em></a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1">HERE</a>.</p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Best-Decisions-Single-Mom-Make/dp/1540900320/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Ten+Best+Decisions+A+Single+Mom+Can+Make&amp;qid=1593625917&amp;sr=8-1"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-6633" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db-231x300.jpg" alt="bonding with child through boundaries cover" width="231" height="300" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db-231x300.jpg 231w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db.jpg 320w" sizes="(max-width: 231px) 100vw, 231px" /><br /> <span style="color: #000000;">For additional peaceful parenting information, look for my new book with Pam Farrel,</span> The Ten Best Decisions A Single Mom Can Make. </a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/">Peaceful Parenting</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Write Right Now! Begin or Finish Your Novel https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c96c81d0-6ef3-8276-1a6a-c62a9cb42d37 Mon, 29 Jun 2020 16:00:33 -0400 <p>Do you want to write a book right now? As the bestselling author of 29 titles and founder of Write Way, LLC, people contact me all the time, wanting to know how to write the story they want to share with the world. Having taught writing at conferences, at universities, and in schools, I&#8217;m teaching [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/">Write Right Now! 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Begin or Finish Your Novel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Home https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/06/blog-post_23.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:81fef2ec-ae82-8566-0d7b-3dcbcb4710f3 Wed, 24 Jun 2020 14:53:22 -0400 <div class="separator">This is Cousin Karin's biggest and most colorful bouquet to celebrate their church's first service after the global shutdown.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeAtZra7vc4/XvKLyMC0IAI/AAAAAAAAY20/AC6zSklPdxA1dW9iEo43Bq92j-PkykG-wCK4BGAsYHg/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-21-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeAtZra7vc4/XvKLyMC0IAI/AAAAAAAAY20/AC6zSklPdxA1dW9iEo43Bq92j-PkykG-wCK4BGAsYHg/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-21-20.jpg" /></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 contrast, this wildflower bouquet was the best I could come up with this week.</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/-oR8j4Iqp_pE/XvJuaRjnxFI/AAAAAAAAY1I/NmBlBKwCBfM2UjtNj4iaMxdTDmXCVTXvACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/105986922_10101016032356426_1709906795982386469_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/-oR8j4Iqp_pE/XvJuaRjnxFI/AAAAAAAAY1I/NmBlBKwCBfM2UjtNj4iaMxdTDmXCVTXvACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/105986922_10101016032356426_1709906795982386469_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: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since Leah's surgery,&nbsp;&nbsp;every day is a <i>waiting day.</i>&nbsp;I want to be on-call to help if she needs me, so I don't make plans until I know for sure. Monday midday she learned that she'd be in the hospital&nbsp; one more night.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went to Monday dinner and brought Leah into the circle via video chat. Michael sent her a panoramic view of us all at the picnic table. Leah in good humor wrote back.<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/-Q_uKUm2EdKQ/XvOdt0KTlzI/AAAAAAAAY3k/DSpZ-a7kYnwC6ssmScxUdL9IlmrJjrI7wCK4BGAsYHg/s701/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="701" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_uKUm2EdKQ/XvOdt0KTlzI/AAAAAAAAY3k/DSpZ-a7kYnwC6ssmScxUdL9IlmrJjrI7wCK4BGAsYHg/s320/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;"</span>I'm having dinner with this guy."</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Tuesday was homecoming! Nana was especially gratified to be welcomed by Kalani!</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/-BnzutzoM8xs/XvJused753I/AAAAAAAAY10/y_mydQMHVPICe2g2hbLDa4tjrMhfVfpnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Convo%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="1527" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnzutzoM8xs/XvJused753I/AAAAAAAAY10/y_mydQMHVPICe2g2hbLDa4tjrMhfVfpnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h268/Convo%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kalani-Nana conversation<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />The next day a friend brought by a welcome-back gift for Leah. We had a lovely visit sitting out on the deck.<br /><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/-3DHB3Gk6tz0/XvJuzGhKspI/AAAAAAAAY14/l6daUpB3fbQ878u3LxefQsz_tGY-aWIfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/105026581_10101016032526086_1172555253820116479_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="777" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DHB3Gk6tz0/XvJuzGhKspI/AAAAAAAAY14/l6daUpB3fbQ878u3LxefQsz_tGY-aWIfACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/105026581_10101016032526086_1172555253820116479_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Virtual hug for Leah</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Michael's days are filled with repairs (finding and fixing the boiler leak), making meals (including homemade bread and cheese), and riding his bicycle (100+ miles this week), among other things.<div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7VpnvXDyAg/XvJvHQgDIII/AAAAAAAAY2E/WQgfRj9odUsImtH95Y249sRyDIVKhhejwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106005244_10101016031867406_6483811109502597607_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7VpnvXDyAg/XvJvHQgDIII/AAAAAAAAY2E/WQgfRj9odUsImtH95Y249sRyDIVKhhejwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106005244_10101016031867406_6483811109502597607_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect loaf of Caraway Cheddar</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7VpnvXDyAg/XvJvHQgDIII/AAAAAAAAY2E/WQgfRj9odUsImtH95Y249sRyDIVKhhejwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106005244_10101016031867406_6483811109502597607_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Work at the shop is on hold right now, waiting for responses from nursing homes who might want to try the "hugging-wall." However, Thursday evening team-work nights started up again, sorting Legos for <a href="https://www.firstlegoleague.org/">FLL </a>this fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, June 19, was Sam and Kristie's 21st anniversary!</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/-Q7svEJwDljE/XvKM-uwk8II/AAAAAAAAY3M/zaPLsL41W9Qq-DSkQ3Twg5enbURc4LuegCK4BGAsYHg/s766/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="766" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7svEJwDljE/XvKM-uwk8II/AAAAAAAAY3M/zaPLsL41W9Qq-DSkQ3Twg5enbURc4LuegCK4BGAsYHg/s320/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy.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><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I really enjoyed all the photos posted to honor dads on Father's Day, so I borrowed some.</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/-g7QzWNtRhnE/XvJvl2wi6eI/AAAAAAAAY2Y/VgUZf2Y9iAM5a2r6YS-NMo5CgSw49KHGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Dad%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7QzWNtRhnE/XvJvl2wi6eI/AAAAAAAAY2Y/VgUZf2Y9iAM5a2r6YS-NMo5CgSw49KHGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h625/Dad%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thinking of the heavy responsibility that being the head of the family represents, I chose these colorings as an encouraging message to fathers this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y38U6u9zgI8/XvJvdIlgNcI/AAAAAAAAY2Q/sQEQ1B9SzrIUAyt7r7yxV_o4F2ErxyGQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Words%2Bto%2Bdads%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="1600" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y38U6u9zgI8/XvJvdIlgNcI/AAAAAAAAY2Q/sQEQ1B9SzrIUAyt7r7yxV_o4F2ErxyGQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h326/Words%2Bto%2Bdads%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></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></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/nCHyc14o9kA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Make Father’s Day Less Awkward https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c5144937-bf68-3bf9-03ed-9e0742b0f5e6 Sat, 20 Jun 2020 21:38:57 -0400 <p>Fathers Day can be awkward. Stats tell us that one in four homes is single parent led, and those are primarily single moms. That&#8217;s a lot of women and kids with an empty place where a dad is designed to be. &#8220;Writing a book to benefit others seemed as if I was digging in nasty [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/">Make Father&#8217;s Day Less Awkward</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Fathers Day can be awkward. Stats tell us that one in four homes is single parent led, and those are primarily single moms. That&#8217;s a lot of women and kids with an empty place where a dad is designed to be.</p> <p>&#8220;Writing a book to benefit others seemed as if I was digging in nasty cat litter to find my keys,&#8221; said Tez Brooks, author of <em>Single Dad Detour</em>.</p> <p>You gotta love a guy who will sift through kitty litter for you. Tez wrote a guidebook for fathering after divorce &#8211; much needed considering 50 percent of American kids will live in a single parent home before age 18. &#8220;The pain of rejection can drive us to slander, property damage, pathetic begging, withholding alimony, or rebounding with other women,&#8221; Tez described. &#8220;It just makes the entire male gender look bad.&#8221;</p> <h4>Men of Influence</h4> <p>Tez boldly reminds men that daily there are moments when fathers have to make split-second decisions to take the high road. When Fathers Day is a reminder of someone who didn&#8217;t choose the high road, instead recognize those men who have enriched your life.</p> <p>Who are the teachers, coaches, pastors, coworkers, grandfathers, uncles, or cousins who invested in you and your family? Notice the fathers who have children deployed in the military, and those who are unable to celebrate in person because of social distancing. Here are ways to salute the positive father figures in your life.</p> <ol> <li>Connect face to face over a video call. Whether via phone, tablet, or laptop, seeing one another&#8217;s smile is good medicine.</li> <li>Creative social distancing can include being that extra pair of hands that mow the lawn, wash the car, or wash exterior windows. Show your appreciation making tasks lighter.</li> <li>Make a video talking about a shared memory and send the video digitally.</li> <li>Assemble a collection of favorite tunes and share the links.</li> <li>Share a slide show or video of photos highlighting your relationship.</li> <li>Send flowers.</li> <li>Arrange for a meal to be delivered.</li> <li>Read an ebook together such as <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1"><em><strong>Homeless for the Holidays</strong></em></a> or <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Chasing+Sunrise&amp;qid=1592702582&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em><strong>Chasing Sunrise</strong></em></a>.</li> <li>Send the link for that special person to listen to the audio version of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-for-the-Holidays/dp/B081PS4CVG/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr="><em><strong>Homeless for the Holidays</strong></em></a>.</li> </ol> <p>And for those single moms who are doing double-duty as two parents, Fathers Day is an opportunity to celebrate all you are doing right and to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0">treat yourself well</a>.</p> <p><img class="size-medium wp-image-7536 alignleft" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7177" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover-200x300.jpg 200w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg 334w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/">Make Father&#8217;s Day Less Awkward</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> The Journey https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-journey.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b4715e8a-f45f-c997-c817-7a33808feab9 Tue, 16 Jun 2020 18:04:26 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I hope you enjoy Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquets as much as I do. She describes them for me as well.<blockquote><div>This is my first bouquet of gladiolus. There are at least seven or eight colors in this bouquet, but these may be hard to see. The red one is my first. I have not had red before. The ones in the front look slightly wilted, but when you actually see them, they are small with ruffled edges, and they have three colors (peach/yellow/reddish brown). Glads tend to be a&nbsp; bit unruly for me. They do not always grow straight, and in arrangements, then tend to turn, but the colors are always lovely.<div style="border: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br clear="none" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px;" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZhETB3-0RA/Xuev7IkCQcI/AAAAAAAAYuQ/qPJzKhe6YzQXf4HkoZmiLNKbpd9pNryTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/104229100_10101009910554566_919149577745557308_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="690" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZhETB3-0RA/Xuev7IkCQcI/AAAAAAAAYuQ/qPJzKhe6YzQXf4HkoZmiLNKbpd9pNryTACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/104229100_10101009910554566_919149577745557308_o.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></blockquote><div>Lovely weather here lately, though sometimes hot. I walked with a friend Monday evening.&nbsp;</div><div>Michael goes on bike rides often, taking into account the weather and the direction of the wind. This photo, however, is from 2014. So many happy memories of our two trips around the Basque Country during the month of June have surfaced lately.&nbsp;</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prdq-WJY8BM/XufAjUCNWkI/AAAAAAAAYwM/VjdhotdLkhwoYGuY6GDQf8LRrWN96pJ6ACK4BGAsYHg/s960/10325711_891284587996_4643705384355368393_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="574" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prdq-WJY8BM/XufAjUCNWkI/AAAAAAAAYwM/VjdhotdLkhwoYGuY6GDQf8LRrWN96pJ6ACK4BGAsYHg/w239-h400/10325711_891284587996_4643705384355368393_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div></div></blockquote><div>This week our focus has been on Leah's cancer journey. Tuesday she was admitted for surgery--a mastectomy. An overnight stay turned into a week-long lonely and painful saga. The bleeding would not lessen and the blood count was going down. Saturday began with her arm swelling out of proportion, and then became a long day of fighting with needles and IVs to replenish the magnesium, potassium, plasma and blood supply. Followed Sunday by a second surgery to fix the bleeding problem. The pain that afternoon and evening was excruciating. Thanks to technology we were able to video call, "be there"and advocate for her when she was in no condition to speak up for herself.&nbsp;</div><div>Leah has a very high tolerance for pain. Her positive attitude and good humor amazed us and blessed all those around her.&nbsp;</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDPig7JbW5o/Xue_xnJqaHI/AAAAAAAAYv4/ZJz2cepBhiMT7AwaOjEGk0s0Qfn6j707gCK4BGAsYHg/s1920/cancer%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDPig7JbW5o/Xue_xnJqaHI/AAAAAAAAYv4/ZJz2cepBhiMT7AwaOjEGk0s0Qfn6j707gCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h360/cancer%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></blockquote><div>&nbsp;Meanwhile, in Pennsylvania, a dear aunt was hospitalized and in critical care, and alone much of the time. God took her Home, Tuesday June 10th. I took this photo a little over four years ago when her husband passed away (uncle Phil, Mother's youngest brother).&nbsp;</div><blockquote><div><div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKm0GGlnTO8/XufR6VYr-BI/AAAAAAAAYxo/ChRGoEq2PNAN6HYANnqnSPqjx5z5wfMJgCK4BGAsYHg/s960/12715983_10100196411428336_4273897177070394169_o.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/-iKm0GGlnTO8/XufR6VYr-BI/AAAAAAAAYxo/ChRGoEq2PNAN6HYANnqnSPqjx5z5wfMJgCK4BGAsYHg/s320/12715983_10100196411428336_4273897177070394169_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That was also the anniversary of our house fire, nine years ago already! The tree sculpture reminds us of that event--the half-burned old oak tree stump that son Stephan carved into a monument of gratitude to God for the lifetime of blessings. Sadly, it is deteriorating over time and several of the meaningful icons are disappearing.&nbsp;</div></blockquote><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACl_OBXziAw/Xue5mebMgaI/AAAAAAAAYvE/yUm-OZNetwEsngWZYmmnSSETsj6Dfs3ggCK4BGAsYHg/s960/104449332_10101009905769156_8678024931668754443_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/-ACl_OBXziAw/Xue5mebMgaI/AAAAAAAAYvE/yUm-OZNetwEsngWZYmmnSSETsj6Dfs3ggCK4BGAsYHg/w300-h400/104449332_10101009905769156_8678024931668754443_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday's strong winds knocked down a large tree across the lane that led to a neighborhood chainsaw and clean-up party.</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHd9tCtyDJ8/XufBdJreBuI/AAAAAAAAYxA/rmJgxtMjds4tSQFN8or_yRrDT6AoWnlswCK4BGAsYHg/s3000/Tree%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHd9tCtyDJ8/XufBdJreBuI/AAAAAAAAYxA/rmJgxtMjds4tSQFN8or_yRrDT6AoWnlswCK4BGAsYHg/w320-h640/Tree%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>A blog post is not complete without a picture of one or another of the young'uns, so I borrowed these Kayla took during a walk while looking after Kalani.</div></blockquote><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/-ZWvmrifnIF8/Xuk70_pCFzI/AAAAAAAAYyE/iUem7GTrjjIsXxqZgmNlkUwetACV-h-jwCK4BGAsYHg/s960/103427931_10206941275488089_7419581389102934326_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWvmrifnIF8/Xuk70_pCFzI/AAAAAAAAYyE/iUem7GTrjjIsXxqZgmNlkUwetACV-h-jwCK4BGAsYHg/s320/103427931_10206941275488089_7419581389102934326_o.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Cousin time: Rebecca and Kalani&nbsp;</span></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote><div><br />&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmOgx6dpuuU/XufBJ76JxPI/AAAAAAAAYwk/efgwK2Mzm1owFGZz6QAWMaKEO51Ikc6lwCK4BGAsYHg/s960/84228957_10101009905110476_6707261135330067968_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmOgx6dpuuU/XufBJ76JxPI/AAAAAAAAYwk/efgwK2Mzm1owFGZz6QAWMaKEO51Ikc6lwCK4BGAsYHg/s320/84228957_10101009905110476_6707261135330067968_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></blockquote><div>&nbsp;What has kept me occupied and sane during this period of waiting every day for Leah to be discharged and not allowed to visit?&nbsp;</div><div>Among other things, I continue researching digital archives that are helping to fill in the missing pieces and put together the story of my parents' mission in Argentina as well as the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/meemawrita/photos/a.297994440864428/556556005008269/?type=3&amp;theater">history of the Hoyt family</a> within the Grace Brethren /Church.&nbsp;</div><div><br />And I finished a knitting project this week. I enjoy using up every last bit of leftover yarn. Knitting can be a relaxing activity at the end of the day.</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_n5TGohPi4/XufBUVGnYRI/AAAAAAAAYww/nY7xrpPijJsHPimoBPnyfdYJBHNaIat_ACK4BGAsYHg/s960/103976539_10101009907820046_8123102347311244758_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_n5TGohPi4/XufBUVGnYRI/AAAAAAAAYww/nY7xrpPijJsHPimoBPnyfdYJBHNaIat_ACK4BGAsYHg/s320/103976539_10101009907820046_8123102347311244758_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;">Finally, let me share these images from an old hymn. As a writer I was moved, as we sang, by this attempt to describe the love of God.</div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Could we with ink the ocean fill,</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; And were the skies of parchment made;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Were every stalk on earth a quill,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; And every man a scribe by trade;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">To write the love of God above</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; Would drain the ocean dry;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nor could the scroll contain the whole,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; Though stretched from sky to sky.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;How have you seen God's love carry you through this week?</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/4fv4ZKiZ77o" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>