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/ 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=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Who Are You Calling a Grouch? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38829 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:6bc671f4-4a9e-f1b4-530e-83568d12ad84 Mon, 06 Jul 2020 09:02:46 -0400 O Lord, This big snapper we encountered pulled into his shell, glaring at the world. Sheesh, what a grouch! But, OMG … plodding through this pandemic, am I getting a little snappish, too? <p><strong>O Lord, This big snapper we encountered pulled into his shell, glaring at the world. Sheesh, what a grouch! But, OMG … plodding through this pandemic, am I getting a little snappish, too?</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/200706-JonahSnappingTurtlePotCreek-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38834" width="302" height="364" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/200706-JonahSnappingTurtlePotCreek-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/200706-JonahSnappingTurtlePotCreek-1-248x300.jpg 248w" sizes="(max-width: 302px) 100vw, 302px" /></figure></div> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/200706-SnappingTurtle-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38833" width="302" height="306" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/200706-SnappingTurtle-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/200706-SnappingTurtle-1-296x300.jpg 296w" sizes="(max-width: 302px) 100vw, 302px" /></figure> The Girl Who Wore Freedom http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/03/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c9785743-09b8-28ee-c45c-b93b1213d09c Fri, 03 Jul 2020 07:30:53 -0400 <p>Danielle Patrix is the girl who wore freedom. In America, we are privileged to wear freedom as a lifestyle, and on July 4 we celebrate the great gift of liberty. America has invested in the freedom of other nations, as well. Danielle Patrix was five-years-old on June 6, 1944, when American troops liberated her village of Sainte [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/03/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr">Danielle Patrix is the girl who wore freedom. In America, we are privileged to wear freedom as a lifestyle, and on July 4 we celebrate the great gift of liberty. America has invested in the freedom of other nations, as well.</p> <p dir="ltr"><strong>Danielle Patrix was five-years-old 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" 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> 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" 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  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>In time for Memorial Day and D-Day, <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" 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" 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" 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 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>. </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>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/03/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Reflections on Refractions of Glasston http://www.freelanceknight.com/reflections-on-refractions-of-glasston/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:8fe7a1b6-4e39-b49e-e335-c6fc435a08dd Fri, 03 Jul 2020 05:30:49 -0400 <p>Almost a year to the day (June 28, 2019), I announced a new Professional Writing course had been approved at Taylor University, the Tabletop Game Writing Lab. Little did I know then that a group of seven students and I&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/reflections-on-refractions-of-glasston/">Reflections on Refractions of Glasston</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> 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 http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c142b562-bed9-553d-8ad0-0e891ec252cf 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="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/">Peaceful Parenting</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://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="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db-231x300.jpg 231w, http://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="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/">Peaceful Parenting</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Senior Wannabes http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38721 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9c7e8676-fcd0-008f-f02d-abc551457791 Wed, 01 Jul 2020 10:22:30 -0400 Do you know any senior wannabes? Underclassmen — especially freshmen — have always envied these advanced aristocrats. As a lowly 15-year-old with a learner’s permit, I drove with Mom beside me. Seniors, on the other hand, often drove in their own cars, the ultimate in coolness. While we freshmen sweated Algebra I and basic biology, [&#8230;] <p>Do you know any senior wannabes?</p> <p>Underclassmen — especially freshmen — have always envied these advanced aristocrats.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920-1024x575.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38723" width="448" height="251" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920-1024x575.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920-300x168.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920-768x431.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920-1536x862.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920-624x350.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-keys-for-car-1078176_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 448px) 100vw, 448px" /></figure></div> <p>As a lowly 15-year-old with a learner’s permit, I drove with Mom beside me. Seniors, on the other hand, often drove in their own cars, the ultimate in coolness.</p> <p>While we freshmen sweated Algebra I and basic biology, seniors studied calculus and genetics. They were the star quarterbacks, the strutters on the musical stage, the academic superstars. They wore their steadies’ class rings wound with angora. Their slips didn’t show, their shoestrings didn’t trip them, and when they laughed in the cafeteria, chocolate milk never squirted out their noses.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-DebuteenRachael.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38720" width="173" height="321" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-DebuteenRachael.jpg 228w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-DebuteenRachael-162x300.jpg 162w" sizes="(max-width: 173px) 100vw, 173px" /></figure></div> <p>At our school, they owned the Senior Circle, etched into the floor. Underclassmen caught touching it scrubbed the Circle with toothbrushes while the entire school watched.</p> <p>Even when a senior, I stepped into the Circle only once — ready to hit the floor if attacked by toothbrushes.</p> <p>For me, the Senior Circle didn’t live up to its billing.</p> <p>Neither did the fabled senior year. I still didn’t understand algebra. The starring role in the musical went to somebody else. I achieved my driver’s license, only to have two accidents. I gained the boyfriend, then had to give back the class ring. Graduation was bittersweet, with many goodbyes.</p> <p>Strangely, reverting to freshman status recharged my batteries. I explored a fascinating, new world: college.</p> <p>Decades later, I’ve achieved senior status again. Not many wannabes stand in line to join me.</p> <p>Who signed me up for this senior club when I wasn’t looking? I still don’t know algebra. I hear not-so-distant rumbles about taking drivers’ tests again. (Noooooo!) Starring roles go to younger people.</p> <p>Where’s the Senior Circle in all this?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-togertherness-old-couple-2313286_1920-1024x677.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38729" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-togertherness-old-couple-2313286_1920-1024x677.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-togertherness-old-couple-2313286_1920-300x198.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-togertherness-old-couple-2313286_1920-768x508.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-togertherness-old-couple-2313286_1920-624x413.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-togertherness-old-couple-2313286_1920.jpg 1117w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by Erika Wittlieb from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p>For many of us, grandchildren light it up like a movie marquee. No angora adorns our rings, but they’ve worn sweet grooves into our fingers and our hearts. Longtime friends, belly-laugh memories, and watch-TV dinners in which we don’t have to be good examples fill our days. Quiet wisdom gained only by those who have walked the road, won and lost — all these and more make our Senior Circle special.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920-756x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38730" width="306" height="414" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920-756x1024.jpg 756w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920-221x300.jpg 221w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920-768x1041.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920-1134x1536.jpg 1134w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920-624x846.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200701-p-nativity-scene-4653347_1920.jpg 1417w" sizes="(max-width: 306px) 100vw, 306px" /></figure></div> <p>Best of all, the God who drafted 80-year-old Moses to lead a national exodus still inhabits the Senior Circle. He inspired Caleb, a geriatric commando, to conquer a mountain inhabited by giants. He told 87-year-old Anna a secret few knew: the newborn she blessed at the temple was Jesus, the Savior of the world — including seniors.</p> <p>God urges us to live, grow and achieve, and to look forward to graduation. Yes, it will be bittersweet with many goodbyes.</p> <p>But we can become heavenly freshmen, exploring the infinite, fascinating world we will inhabit forever with Jesus.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What do you think of growing older?</p> REPOST – Student-produced Call of Cthulhu supplement wins 2020 ENnie Judges’ Spotlight Award http://www.freelanceknight.com/repost-student-produced-call-of-cthulhu-supplement-wins-2020-ennie-judges-spotlight-award/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:0cbe9e6d-4fc0-0a5d-6d50-cf70a3ec866a Tue, 30 Jun 2020 10:30:03 -0400 <p>NOTE: This is a repost from https://www.chaosium.com/blogstudentproduced-call-of-cthulhu-supplement-wins-2020-ennie-judges-spotlight-award/ Last year, in a creative collaboration with&#160;Chaosium, Professional Writing students from&#160;Taylor University&#160;(Upland, IN) created and published a&#160;Call of Cthulhu&#160;scenario as part of their studies.&#160;Today, the published result of that creative collaboration, the scenario&#160;Refractions&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/repost-student-produced-call-of-cthulhu-supplement-wins-2020-ennie-judges-spotlight-award/">REPOST &#8211; Student-produced Call of Cthulhu supplement wins 2020 ENnie Judges&#8217; Spotlight Award</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Write Right Now! Begin or Finish Your Novel http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:8b88e9a3-3132-c8f4-2904-d6c4ffbbbdcb 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="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/">Write Right Now! Begin or Finish Your Novel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Do you want to write a book right now?</p> <p>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 writing online. This course will get you started writing your novel and give you tools to keep going to The End.</p> <p><a href="https://gumroad.com/l/agmuG?fbclid=IwAR22yisE5Ro36j0--gTWmc5Tb3zRnYLF3MHgCKbIQJvQAd7JumKPfIOZ_tM">Sign up for this six-session workshop.  </a></p> <p><strong>Step by step, Write Right Now is your launching pad to turn your dream of writing into reality. These six workshops provide a fast track to the tools you need to succeed. </strong></p> <p><a href="https://gumroad.com/l/agmuG?fbclid=IwAR22yisE5Ro36j0--gTWmc5Tb3zRnYLF3MHgCKbIQJvQAd7JumKPfIOZ_tM"><strong>Attend the first session FREE.</strong></a></p> <h4><strong>Class One: On Your Mark. Get Set. Write! </strong></h4> <p>In this first presentation you will learn&#8230;</p> <p>1.) There are many writing genres to choose from. Which format is best for your story?</p> <p>2.) Two ways to begin writing your book.</p> <p>3.) Three essential elements you must have for a compelling story.</p> <p>4.) How to format your manuscript to industry standards.</p> <p>5.) How to begin, and keep the words coming.</p> <p><strong><a href="https://bit.ly/3ezetxP?&amp;utm_source=newsletter&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_campaign=write_right_now&amp;utm_term=2020-06-29" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-link-id="362666542">Sign up today. Your first workshop is FREE.</a></strong></p> <h4><strong>Class Two: Pivotal Plots</strong></h4> <p>The four building blocks that make your novel memorable are Pivotal Plots, Creative Characters, Sensational Settings, and Dynamic Dialog. Plot is what happens in your story. Increase suspense and interest through plots and subplots. Weave your unique spin on the nine original plots, enhanced through the point of view that best serves your tale.</p> <h4><strong>Class Three: Creative Characters</strong></h4> <p>Scrooge, Jack Sparrow, Katniss Everdeen, Harry Potter, Frodo Baggins, and Scarlet O’Hara were so well crafted that they are household words. Create your own larger than life, believable personalities that are so memorable they live beyond the end of the story.</p> <h4><strong>Class Four: Sensational Settings</strong></h4> <p>From nearly invisible to as active as a main character, setting is a story’s time, place, and mood. Enhance your story by crafting a three-dimensional backdrop.</p> <h4><strong>Class 5: Well Said</strong></h4> <p>Great dialog is quoted for generations. Here are the do’s and don’ts of effective dialog including styles of speech, clue words, transitions, what to do with profanity, and what words should never appear in your dialog. Fill your story with conversations that are clever, concise, and crucial.</p> <h4><strong>Class Six: Git ‘er Done </strong></h4> <p>You are off to a great start. What about writers block? Research? Point of view? Here are tips to keep going until those final words: The End.</p> <p><strong>Write Right Now Online</strong></p> <p><strong>90-Minutes: 50 minutes instruction, 30 minutes Q&amp;A</strong></p> <p><strong>Class 1: Tuesday, June 30, 2020</strong></p> <p><strong>Class 2: Tuesday July 7, 2020</strong></p> <p><strong>Class 3: Tuesday, July 14, 2020</strong></p> <p><strong>Class 4: Tuesday, July 21, 2020</strong></p> <p><strong>Class 5: Tuesday, July 28, 2020</strong></p> <p><strong>Class 6: Tuesday, August 4, 2020</strong></p> <p><strong>4:00 p.m. (PST) / 6:00 p.m. (CST) / 7:00 p.m. (EST)</strong></p> <p><strong>*ALL WORKSHOP SESSIONS WILL BE RECORDED FOR LATER PLAYBACK (If you can&#8217;t make a session &#8211; no worries!)</strong></p> <p><a class="mlContentButton" href="https://bit.ly/3ezetxP?&amp;utm_source=newsletter&amp;utm_medium=email&amp;utm_campaign=write_right_now&amp;utm_term=2020-06-29" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-link-id="362666542">Sign up today and begin your writing journey.</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-e1592514686722.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7536" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /></a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/">Write Right Now! Begin or Finish Your Novel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: We’re Not the Same? (Gasp!) http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38605 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1b792173-3b34-cadf-4c77-fd26b4a3d24c Mon, 29 Jun 2020 09:15:07 -0400 <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/2020/06/200629-SteveHoosierNatlForest07-16-3.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38617" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200629-SteveHoosierNatlForest07-16-3.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200629-SteveHoosierNatlForest07-16-3-198x300.jpg 198w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p class="has-normal-font-size"><strong>O Lord, thank You for the avid camper I married. I, too, love sharing in Your beautiful creation. But OMG, I&#8217;m wondering if each of us defines camping&#8211;and a few other things&#8211;a bit differently.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200629-RachaelHammock2017-4.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38618" width="433" height="272"/></figure> </div></div> Freelancing Hiatus Evolving http://www.freelanceknight.com/freelancing-hiatus-evolving/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:65b072dc-5c12-19c3-1b0f-970356ab17c3 Fri, 26 Jun 2020 05:30:23 -0400 <p>Since February, I have been on a freelancing hiatus to really do some reflection and to pursue some other creative projects that I have had on the back burner for a while. When I chose to take that hiatus, I&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/freelancing-hiatus-evolving/">Freelancing Hiatus Evolving</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</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=""/> “I’m Bored” http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38487 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9b6f54c5-60f4-c8e7-bc13-2998bdf0b5e9 Wed, 24 Jun 2020 08:50:18 -0400 Years ago, my children learned those two words resulted in a fate worse than death. My standard reply: “Here’s a scrub brush and bucket. When you finish washing the house, you can start on the street.” Since COVID-19, however, my attitude has softened. Don’t tell my kids, but even I occasionally suffer from ennui. Social [&#8230;] <p>Years ago, my children learned those two words resulted in a fate worse than death.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-scrub-bucket-root-brush-5006508_1920-1024x979.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38489" width="332" height="317" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-scrub-bucket-root-brush-5006508_1920-1024x979.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-scrub-bucket-root-brush-5006508_1920-300x287.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-scrub-bucket-root-brush-5006508_1920-768x734.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-scrub-bucket-root-brush-5006508_1920-624x597.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-scrub-bucket-root-brush-5006508_1920.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 332px) 100vw, 332px" /></figure></div> <p>My standard reply: “Here’s a scrub brush and bucket. When you finish washing the house, you can start on the street.”</p> <p>Since COVID-19, however, my attitude has softened. Don’t tell my kids, but even I occasionally suffer from ennui.</p> <p>Social media overachievers hasten to inspire me. They play board games as a family, with a minimum of bloodshed. They are pulling high school band instruments off the closet’s top shelf and practicing “Waltzing Matilda” with 500 other old band kids in Australia.</p> <p>Workaholics are learning new languages, ballroom dancing and 100 ways to cook with vindaloo curry. They are painting bathrooms and portraits, creating life-sized origami NBA players. Some not only have finished Christmas shopping, but also have baked 19 fruitcakes apiece. Beware.</p> <p>Some even (gasp!) clean.</p> <p>The antidote for such pathological behavior, as many on the Internet have discovered, comprises consistent doses of nonproductivity. In a noble effort to help save quarantined humanity, I offer the following suggestions:</p> <ul><li>Count the holes in a box of crackers. Hurry, before they, like every other scrap of food in the house, disappear.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920-757x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38490" width="321" height="433" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920-757x1024.jpg 757w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920-222x300.jpg 222w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920-768x1038.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920-1136x1536.jpg 1136w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920-624x844.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-goldfish-social-distancing-animal-4693954_1920.jpg 1420w" sizes="(max-width: 321px) 100vw, 321px" /></figure></div> <ul><li>Teach social distancing to your goldfish.</li></ul> <ul><li>Practice the polka. You know you always wanted to learn.</li></ul> <ul><li>Recall your childhood paper airplane expertise. Fly a squadron late at night or early in the morning, when they’re trying to sleep.</li></ul> <ul><li>Per video call, lecture children/grandchildren on the concepts of “rad” and “groovy.” If they close the connection, educate your cats.</li></ul> <ul><li>Steal one piece from every puzzle in the house. However, if you share isolation with a puzzle addict, I do not advise this unless you have made all your final arrangements.</li></ul> <ul><li>Ask your GPS for directions to Pluto. And no, Pluto, Mississippi, doesn’t count.</li></ul> <ul><li>Practice mastodon mating calls on a garden hose. Believe me, this works. Years ago, when I was working nights and sleeping days, a visiting family’s seven-year-old treated me to an hour’s demonstration.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38499" width="334" height="222" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-pens-markers-3966894_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 334px) 100vw, 334px" /></figure></div> <ul><li>Debate the actual color of taupe.</li></ul> <ul><li>Count the pens in your house that don’t work. Multiply by 23 and divide by 9. No reason. Just do it.</li></ul> <ul><li>The walls may be shaking as your teens play a favorite song for the 41st time. But take heart. Knowing the words and music(?) so well, you can perform it for their viewing/listening pleasure. Then post the video on YouTube.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920-627x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38493" width="285" height="465" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920-627x1024.jpg 627w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920-184x300.jpg 184w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920-768x1255.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920-940x1536.jpg 940w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920-624x1020.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200624-p-water-tower-cropped-portugal-1352950_1920.jpg 1175w" sizes="(max-width: 285px) 100vw, 285px" /></figure></div> <p>You can even project your concert on a giant outdoor screen.</p> <p>Then your kids won’t become bored while they’re scrubbing the house.</p> <p>And the street.</p> <p>And the nearest water tower. …</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> How have you and your family fought quarantine boredom?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: I’m Not Talking to Them–They’re Talking to Me http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38372 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:49fdd96d-4d8d-67ff-f199-5bda108eafbb Tue, 23 Jun 2020 02:01:00 -0400 O Lord, You didn’t give plants the ability to speak words, bark, or meow. They can’t even drag their dishes across the floor. But OMG, when we forget to water them (for two whole days!), they make their feelings very clear. <p><strong>O Lord, You didn’t give plants the ability to speak words, bark, or meow. They can’t even drag their dishes across the floor. But OMG, when we forget to water them (for two whole days!), they make their feelings very clear.</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/2020/06/200622dry-plant-2.jpg" alt="" data-id="38382" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=38382" class="wp-image-38382" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200622dry-plant-2.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200622dry-plant-2-241x300.jpg 241w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">Before</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200622-watered-plant-1-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="38383" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=38383" class="wp-image-38383" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200622-watered-plant-1-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200622-watered-plant-1-1-279x300.jpg 279w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">After</figcaption></figure></li></ul></figure> <p></p> Make Father’s Day Less Awkward http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:f803badd-5eb8-12ac-bb9f-2122b0db5d7f 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="http://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="http://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="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover-200x300.jpg 200w, http://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="http://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="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> On My Shelf: Walking on Water – Reflections on Faith and Art http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-walking-on-water-reflections-on-faith-and-art/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:c7fe5c3b-e50d-b216-44ce-4065c015d809 Fri, 19 Jun 2020 05:30:25 -0400 <p>My wife, Angie, and I enjoy reading books together a little at a time each evening before bed. Recently, we have been reading books on being creative starting with Adorning the Dark: Thoughts on Community, Calling, and the Mystery of&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-walking-on-water-reflections-on-faith-and-art/">On My Shelf: Walking on Water &#8211; Reflections on Faith and Art</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Adventures with Dad http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38239 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:af2cfb28-1638-cb09-4a36-59b1e83ebdfe Wed, 17 Jun 2020 08:59:58 -0400 In honor of Father’s Day, I&#8217;m celebrating my dad’s independent spirit. Until a few months before his death at 91, he never ceased seeking new adventure — and scaring his kids spitless. Visiting my parents lapses me into Louisiana slow-mo. Lounging on their front porch, eating Mom’s peach cobbler, we watch mercury in the ancient [&#8230;] <p><strong><em>In honor of Father’s Day, I&#8217;m celebrating my dad’s independent spirit. Until a few months before his death at 91, he never ceased seeking new adventure — and scaring his kids spitless.</em></strong><strong><em></em></strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-MomDad2007-Small.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38237" width="428" height="361"/><figcaption>Mom and Dad on their front porch in 2007.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Visiting my parents lapses me into Louisiana slow-mo. Lounging on their front porch, eating Mom’s peach cobbler, we watch mercury in the ancient thermometer soar. A hound dog snores in the road.</p> <p>This Mayberry moment feels timeless. But it will disappear faster than my cobbler.</p> <p>Why?</p> <p>In a word, Dad.</p> <p>My 82-year-old father, rocking away, looks harmless. But this man has given his guardian angel a permanent tic.</p> <p>Dad regales me with his latest exploits. Although my parents rent Great-granddaddy’s homestead from my cousin, Dad claims responsibility for it. One morning, he scaled the heights — “No dizziness a’ tall when I take my pills” — and cleaned gutters.</p> <p>When I choked and asked why he hadn&#8217;t called my cousin, he said, &#8220;Why bother her? I got time.”</p> <p>However, 96-year-old Great-aunt Footsie spotted Dad on the roof. She told him he hadn’t gained a lick of sense over the years. A polite Southern boy, he agreed. Yes, ma’am, he shoulda called a young ’un to do that. No, ma’am, he wouldn’t climb up on the roof again.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920-1024x682.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38243" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920-1024x682.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920-1536x1023.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-limbs-and-chainsaw-3523796_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Instead, Dad hauled his buzzing chainsaw up a ladder to trim trees. Suddenly, the ladder lurched, and he tumbled. Lying dazed, his life passed before him. Then, enough of that. Dad stood, revved his chain saw, and finished the job.</p> <p>Now he sniffs the steamy air. “Something smells bad. Smelled it the other day, too.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <p>I gag. “Whew. What is it?”</p> <p>“Don’t know. Thought the cats dragged something dead under the house. Then I wondered if the sewer was leaking. So I—”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920-1024x685.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38245" width="456" height="304" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920-1024x685.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920-300x201.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920-768x514.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920-1536x1027.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920-624x417.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-rattle-snake-751722_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 456px) 100vw, 456px" /><figcaption>Image by Ana Meister from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>“You didn’t.”</p> <p>He did, though deep in these pine woods, rattlesnakes consider a crawl space the ultimate in creature comfort. Still, Dad slithered through under-the-house muck himself.</p> <p>No snakes.</p> <p>No plumbing problems.</p> <p>Now, he inhales again. His eyes widen. “That’s gas. Better check it out.”</p> <p>Not with a lantern, I hope. Thank God, he calls the propane company, who sends an inspector. The man’s eyes bulge like a frog’s. “Ya’ll got a <em>prob-lem</em>.”</p> <p>Years before, someone removed a gas heater from the fireplace. He kind of forgot to cap the gas line.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920-1024x668.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38249" width="366" height="238" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920-1024x668.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920-300x196.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920-768x501.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920-1536x1001.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920-624x407.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-fireplace-inferno-fire-1159157_1920.jpg 1649w" sizes="(max-width: 366px) 100vw, 366px" /></figure></div> <p>Escaping gas. In the fireplace, where, for three winters, Dad has built his famous infernos.</p> <p>When my cousin discovers the current excitement, she calls me. “No more home maintenance, y’ hear? Tell him to take up a different hobby.”</p> <p>As if Dad listens to me.</p> <p>At least, he permits the repairman to fix this. And because of his alertness, we escape a trial by fire.</p> <p>Dad ages me with his antics (my true biological age is 213), but he also has played the hero many times.</p> <p>I’m grateful.</p> <p>But will I be up for the next visit?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920-1024x478.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38250" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920-1024x478.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920-300x140.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920-768x358.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920-1536x717.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920-624x291.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200617-p-Happy-Fathers-Day-wood-3323791_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>Does your dad age you, too?</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=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Still Riding Strong http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38132 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:c7519bca-7ab5-ddbf-2c19-e60a6212de92 Mon, 15 Jun 2020 08:55:04 -0400 O Lord, When Hubby and I first rode our new tandem, we nearly took out our neighbor’s trash cans. He wasn’t perfect then and isn&#8217;t now. And unlike Daisy, I don’t always &#8220;look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.&#8221; But OMG, thank You for 17 years and 5,500 miles of mostly [&#8230;] <p><strong>O Lord, When Hubby and I first rode our new tandem, we nearly took out our neighbor’s trash cans. He wasn’t perfect then and isn&#8217;t now. And unlike Daisy, I don’t always &#8220;look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.&#8221; But OMG, thank You for 17 years and 5,500 miles of mostly fun cycling together without a crash.</strong></p> <p></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200615-RachaelSteveTandem.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38133" width="437" height="401"/><figcaption>Hubby and I at the Blueberry Festival, Plymouth, Indiana, circa 2006</figcaption></figure></div> Accessibility and COVID-19 (Part 2) http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessibility-and-covid-19-part-2/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:5433a61e-34c4-f19b-1708-4834f875bd6f Fri, 12 Jun 2020 05:37:46 -0400 <p>COVID-19 is not being discussed in the news as much recently and many of you are able to relax your guard some, but I wanted to return to a discussion I had earlier regarding Accessibility and COVID-19. Most states and&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/accessibility-and-covid-19-part-2/">Accessibility and COVID-19 (Part 2)</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Screen Education Then and Now http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=38016 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:e23c1551-3419-9bb9-0bc0-fa133bcc15e2 Wed, 10 Jun 2020 02:06:00 -0400 With the rise of online coursework because of COVID-19, many assume screen education was invented only recently. Wrong. Long before the Internet, there were (drumroll, please) classroom movies. Projectors with reels of film shone images onto tipsy screens. We students sometimes questioned the claim they were educational. Sex ed films we viewed were created in [&#8230;] <p>With the rise of online coursework because of COVID-19, many assume screen education was invented only recently.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-movie-cropped-projector-1282520_1920-815x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38019" width="214" height="268" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-movie-cropped-projector-1282520_1920-815x1024.jpg 815w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-movie-cropped-projector-1282520_1920-239x300.jpg 239w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-movie-cropped-projector-1282520_1920-768x965.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-movie-cropped-projector-1282520_1920-624x784.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-movie-cropped-projector-1282520_1920.jpg 1208w" sizes="(max-width: 214px) 100vw, 214px" /></figure></div> <p>Wrong.</p> <p>Long before the Internet, there were (drumroll, please) classroom movies. Projectors with reels of film shone images onto tipsy screens.</p> <p>We students sometimes questioned the claim they were educational. Sex ed films we viewed were created in 1920, before sex was invented.</p> <p>I did enjoy science films. What wasn’t to love about tap-dancing chromosomes?</p> <p>Movies also promoted catching up on sleep. Sometimes the most exciting part involved counting backward with screen numbers at the beginning and hearing the film’s <em>flap-flap-flap </em>at the end. Or if our instructor wanted to fill the final five minutes of class, he’d bid the AV boy to hit “reverse.” Then, we could watch chromosomes tap dance backward.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-sleepy-student-and-book-15584_1920-1024x872.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38020" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-sleepy-student-and-book-15584_1920-1024x872.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-sleepy-student-and-book-15584_1920-300x255.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-sleepy-student-and-book-15584_1920-768x654.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-sleepy-student-and-book-15584_1920-624x531.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-sleepy-student-and-book-15584_1920.jpg 1440w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>During that era, I learned two facts about AV assistants: a) they had to be boys and b) some teachers should have allowed them to also run overheads. Adult attempts often blurred images beyond recognition. Half the time they were upside-down. This new technological advancement really messed with my already math-challenged mind. How did mutant polynomials improve on blackboards and chalk?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920-1024x662.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38018" width="468" height="302" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920-1024x662.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920-300x194.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920-768x496.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920-1536x993.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920-624x403.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-clackboard-school-916678_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 468px) 100vw, 468px" /><figcaption>Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Later, as an adjunct professor, I fought with plastic overheads stuck together like Glad<sup>®</sup> Wrap. At course’s end, my students excelled in one area: I’d taught them to write upside-down.</p> <p>Screen education during the dark ages. Yay.</p> <p>Given the current pandemic, we can be thankful modern screen education encompasses all subjects and ages. But even before COVID-19, it was touted as more flexible, more productive, and less expensive than traditional methods.</p> <p>Screen education provides other unique advantages, e.g., an online student can spend her entire life wearing jammies. When he grows tired of a teacher or subject, he can, with one click, banish the annoyance — until a parent checks his online report card.</p> <p>My teachers could only fantasize about making me disappear. On difficult days in 2020, those teaching online must be sorely tempted to dispense with an entire class: “Oops. Hit the wrong button.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920-683x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-38026" width="286" height="429" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920-683x1024.jpg 683w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920-200x300.jpg 200w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920-768x1152.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920-1024x1536.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920-624x936.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200610-p-recorder-or-flute-2245032_1920.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 286px) 100vw, 286px" /></figure></div> <p>However, computers will never take the place of my fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Baker, who read stories every day. Or Mr. Carpenter, my band teacher, who encouraged me in music and writing.</p> <p>They weren’t saints. We students weren’t, either. We pressed each other’s buttons, but we couldn’t click each other off. We dealt with real human beings. Every. Day.</p> <p>And learned to get along.</p> <p>During this pandemic, screen learning, originally touted as superior, has generated many tough days for teachers and students alike. Most can’t wait until (drumroll, please) they can resume face-to-face education. Rediscover the joys of the human touch …</p> <p>More than ever before.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> How would you grade screen learning?</p> Highs and Lows https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/06/blog-post.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:1c8bccfc-68a7-d85a-9846-3b62d5b7edab Mon, 08 Jun 2020 16:55:09 -0400 <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OYVSIEFN34/Xtz_a7YuhNI/AAAAAAAAYr8/YOySM_dfZIkfzAq5UT7ZLp-6t8GErczFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-7-20%2BTwo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OYVSIEFN34/Xtz_a7YuhNI/AAAAAAAAYr8/YOySM_dfZIkfzAq5UT7ZLp-6t8GErczFACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-7-20%2BTwo.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin-Karin's Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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/-OQ9Hp6iyheA/Xt0G7AzB0YI/AAAAAAAAYsQ/AkSAn7J4R80D5H3yUdUgY7R1ZlNE8lJAACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/103253786_10101004659133456_4605865973689169714_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="932" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ9Hp6iyheA/Xt0G7AzB0YI/AAAAAAAAYsQ/AkSAn7J4R80D5H3yUdUgY7R1ZlNE8lJAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/103253786_10101004659133456_4605865973689169714_n.jpg" width="310" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our last iris</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The answer to last week's mystery culinary experiment.</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/-ecPDOlrWSJ4/Xt0G6-LR1eI/AAAAAAAAYsE/BCFqnB5t6nI2bDEnP0-QKTXQCwS-zexCQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqxiGk0czFkJtOgw-MOs616eIfcLwQ2FGw8SDQiNaAtBYbo6g2kkCwu-OY0ROBvYFdUMPzFkX2w-3Vf6mCQjBLuzfb6eKBmNOT0OjXeqY-OXle8QBu4FOTIPip1fdhNLD8b3AF6HPYrGUbtGsImKyWNd_VEYJ5iEkHH6V6rrnnmrCApJpwGQmuA7uPbymcb2hrsWqYDIblMtdbIGEjiAMfkJJZtuVlbHJNR45ShzROKpyRuKlCyarXt2g_huRhpCLE6HMXE20tumzunHa10rPMrHbhaOGPi1NjdLs6dWPBUN-psvhCw_waW7Tku76ONN3qJz_AFhycuDJ2ESRGbzBOEEB_5gKffuWikDmHPx4erj1HILKjYXCI6-jSBQINNeurH3PDtttaAFauJ9ejXZloEA56cdeKl4Rb75lo2ySUd1JDi4VcpJlZFAKr_4ZYWv_1NEMhKW8mcZSB7DdV03bLL5wLM6XPw9w4e7OF10YPJr58aAC7QbeMHbhVNBOZzyhDB1ZMqKkXlmSyT6Ix9UsOq73lClCN6zo75eE0WaKvjtxhOk4NS0_aYKId2jRea3g7us_wfWZzpWLEOS7Z0r7YnwhG-GIF-pJ46eMOmS9PYF/s1600/102699234_10101004659722276_1383730492672527902_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecPDOlrWSJ4/Xt0G6-LR1eI/AAAAAAAAYsE/BCFqnB5t6nI2bDEnP0-QKTXQCwS-zexCQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqxiGk0czFkJtOgw-MOs616eIfcLwQ2FGw8SDQiNaAtBYbo6g2kkCwu-OY0ROBvYFdUMPzFkX2w-3Vf6mCQjBLuzfb6eKBmNOT0OjXeqY-OXle8QBu4FOTIPip1fdhNLD8b3AF6HPYrGUbtGsImKyWNd_VEYJ5iEkHH6V6rrnnmrCApJpwGQmuA7uPbymcb2hrsWqYDIblMtdbIGEjiAMfkJJZtuVlbHJNR45ShzROKpyRuKlCyarXt2g_huRhpCLE6HMXE20tumzunHa10rPMrHbhaOGPi1NjdLs6dWPBUN-psvhCw_waW7Tku76ONN3qJz_AFhycuDJ2ESRGbzBOEEB_5gKffuWikDmHPx4erj1HILKjYXCI6-jSBQINNeurH3PDtttaAFauJ9ejXZloEA56cdeKl4Rb75lo2ySUd1JDi4VcpJlZFAKr_4ZYWv_1NEMhKW8mcZSB7DdV03bLL5wLM6XPw9w4e7OF10YPJr58aAC7QbeMHbhVNBOZzyhDB1ZMqKkXlmSyT6Ix9UsOq73lClCN6zo75eE0WaKvjtxhOk4NS0_aYKId2jRea3g7us_wfWZzpWLEOS7Z0r7YnwhG-GIF-pJ46eMOmS9PYF/s320/102699234_10101004659722276_1383730492672527902_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michael's cherry-berry pie<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I stopped at the shop, on my way back from an appointment in Muncie, to see the progress of the Hug Wall, Michael's third project during and related to the pandemic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBOFBit2j2E/Xt0G9F8c6QI/AAAAAAAAYs4/y6rYIC4aN50fH3XP74A0DQjqINiTp8srgCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/s1600/Hug%2BWall%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1062" data-original-width="1600" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBOFBit2j2E/Xt0G9F8c6QI/AAAAAAAAYs4/y6rYIC4aN50fH3XP74A0DQjqINiTp8srgCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/w640-h424/Hug%2BWall%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Does anyone know what this is for?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzA-P-rfKmg/Xt6RKIqTqXI/AAAAAAAAYtg/0Iw_I8rVOWIHH5UcDsHU_vCmq4zHduEDgCK4BGAsYHg/s498/103331276_10101005456879766_4018381336261396208_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="498" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzA-P-rfKmg/Xt6RKIqTqXI/AAAAAAAAYtg/0Iw_I8rVOWIHH5UcDsHU_vCmq4zHduEDgCK4BGAsYHg/s320/103331276_10101005456879766_4018381336261396208_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No Monday meal at Dove's Crossing. Stephan and Karen are on a two-week vacation out West. Tuesday, June 3rd was their 20th anniversary!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sitting by the pool last Monday they talked like their place is so beautiful that they might simply enjoy staying home. However, I can tell from the many photos posted, they have enjoyed many other favorites.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxCEYjXvftQ/Xt5Pp4PID6I/AAAAAAAAYtI/k7Ct5GxUmJ4rhCjJOUp_1qt61vpDMiUngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/St%2Bn%2BK%2B20th%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1062" data-original-width="1600" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxCEYjXvftQ/Xt5Pp4PID6I/AAAAAAAAYtI/k7Ct5GxUmJ4rhCjJOUp_1qt61vpDMiUngCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/St%2Bn%2BK%2B20th%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was also the day Leah had an early morning MRI to determine the extent of the cancer. I went over later and spent some time with her. The journey ahead is daunting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got to have some <i>abuela </i>moments with Kalani. This selfie is not very flattering, but what I like is that we both have disheveled hairdos.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp3ObSXPIrE/Xt0G7Rtd3NI/AAAAAAAAYsU/wsCCjolR_FIyoVKEgDMywr8lw-rMSEQ3wCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqyBT3bHHcg7YI6_Vi_urD5yqSVBpAzd_Q90jjg8zBbbf530QUKEEv4FIxSGPHIoeIihfoawGip_CUZjTJ4bd5s04EUnzt31nRv6oWwFcBCUAjSFrPm0rJVrYSympq8AeLHanVaukJNvTsOSz9DJKfRFwzu4DHNnEhCP4th8wIAD5wCYS3qmpkw-jRo9wamC9TNoQnXz7SazQjRX5AEOV9R54GlRXtttSBBlJ_ErYhV0aLMd1RNjs6Unk7WewmBLszlmqsyzmLLBgJe8_wNZGSX8DdWvU6__rCATZVd6CGPI-pLDvn7xvCEucraJ_Ra1h09K2M1KwhcXUPMbJG5pUxBlt2idNVw359iwrGjNRUvrw0_o9W7Gh7Sd_9o43RpSHNj-LC5JJmGPcO7xyObv18I8txMvJy0ie1cQnd3ttQa5Q0-tWAOWU062hsDTFdT9zePLptsvX_hSkVe5YMeWvFinYsjtwTm0PYGMS0C4C3ExKTE0EVbBcMDaF1-SKKfeY5E6iaKjClZlHv4HgHm5YUJqizBXHiHA0CJPETlLgUT2Z8qbpvU9oDia8GUOjMse_wEIAbXx4BOeO_raGSmHlyROE0aC8CAvHG29MIWT9PYF/s1600/103548138_10101004660096526_5098273003626276827_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="880" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp3ObSXPIrE/Xt0G7Rtd3NI/AAAAAAAAYsU/wsCCjolR_FIyoVKEgDMywr8lw-rMSEQ3wCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqyBT3bHHcg7YI6_Vi_urD5yqSVBpAzd_Q90jjg8zBbbf530QUKEEv4FIxSGPHIoeIihfoawGip_CUZjTJ4bd5s04EUnzt31nRv6oWwFcBCUAjSFrPm0rJVrYSympq8AeLHanVaukJNvTsOSz9DJKfRFwzu4DHNnEhCP4th8wIAD5wCYS3qmpkw-jRo9wamC9TNoQnXz7SazQjRX5AEOV9R54GlRXtttSBBlJ_ErYhV0aLMd1RNjs6Unk7WewmBLszlmqsyzmLLBgJe8_wNZGSX8DdWvU6__rCATZVd6CGPI-pLDvn7xvCEucraJ_Ra1h09K2M1KwhcXUPMbJG5pUxBlt2idNVw359iwrGjNRUvrw0_o9W7Gh7Sd_9o43RpSHNj-LC5JJmGPcO7xyObv18I8txMvJy0ie1cQnd3ttQa5Q0-tWAOWU062hsDTFdT9zePLptsvX_hSkVe5YMeWvFinYsjtwTm0PYGMS0C4C3ExKTE0EVbBcMDaF1-SKKfeY5E6iaKjClZlHv4HgHm5YUJqizBXHiHA0CJPETlLgUT2Z8qbpvU9oDia8GUOjMse_wEIAbXx4BOeO_raGSmHlyROE0aC8CAvHG29MIWT9PYF/s320/103548138_10101004660096526_5098273003626276827_n.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every day of the week I had at least one appointment. Wednesday was an early morning, long-awaited hair cut in Marion quite close to where Diane lives. So I arranged to go to breakfast together 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/-J2L9fPM2x2U/Xt0G69Tsx3I/AAAAAAAAYs4/QYmnkhSzpAYqgJ0BMu_5jN3XL8ByRu4MwCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/s1600/102741146_10101004659612496_2424859904296821152_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/-J2L9fPM2x2U/Xt0G69Tsx3I/AAAAAAAAYs4/QYmnkhSzpAYqgJ0BMu_5jN3XL8ByRu4MwCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/s320/102741146_10101004659612496_2424859904296821152_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As things are gradually opening up, the Senior Center started up their Wednesday meals. We enjoyed an abundant spaghetti meal (we are still eating the leftovers!) I took a take-out to Leah who lives very close to the Lion's Club. We visited for awhile. I'm really enjoying these frequent opportunities.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then I went around the corner to Kayla's to deliver a Kiwi crate Rebecca had left at our house. She showed me her hens: Beatrice, Birdie, and B. . . (oops, I forgot her name).<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FytaGgy_E-Q/Xt0G-d8NqMI/AAAAAAAAYtA/LqrG-SU2DtAZFnxC6JIFpZ3AKuu0lPAeQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/s1600/Rebecca%2527s%2Bchickens%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FytaGgy_E-Q/Xt0G-d8NqMI/AAAAAAAAYtA/LqrG-SU2DtAZFnxC6JIFpZ3AKuu0lPAeQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/w400-h400/Rebecca%2527s%2Bchickens%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;">Thursday was&nbsp; my follow-up appointment with the periodontist. Due to the amount of bone grafting he had to do after extracting the two damaged lower front teeth, he estimates the healing will take four to six months before I'm ready for the crown. Meanwhile the partial is difficult to insert and remove. Ugh!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next stop was to see Leah who had just met with her doctor to learn the results of the MRI and discuss treatment options. The news was not good. A mastectomy is scheduled for Tuesday, June 9. We are very grateful for a superb doctor with much experience in this area. The road ahead is daunting. To borrow Kristie's words when facing previous serious crises, "We walk in victory and hope."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I enjoyed watching Nana Leah with Kalani.&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/-w-PxqH7BHo8/Xt0G9jzxOpI/AAAAAAAAYs8/z-7Ne1xY2Eowr-mXIsQ-M4UaqzquEbc8gCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/s1600/Nana%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1062" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-PxqH7BHo8/Xt0G9jzxOpI/AAAAAAAAYs8/z-7Ne1xY2Eowr-mXIsQ-M4UaqzquEbc8gCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/w424-h640/Nana%2BCollage.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I continue to plug away at research and writing. There seemed to be a "family" theme to the memories that surfaced this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWhJtfZQGIo/Xt0G8qOXomI/AAAAAAAAYs0/mKnMgP4-1tMuIywC5uHAxVT6yAPK-tHNQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/s1600/Family%2BTheme%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWhJtfZQGIo/Xt0G8qOXomI/AAAAAAAAYs0/mKnMgP4-1tMuIywC5uHAxVT6yAPK-tHNQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqwxr8r9pTQIlPERMvW2mgwlxhYXbr_Pwi6H4b8MGfz8Jxe73KAh-Ju6pQSXEGirX-mGhZhU2DE1_4mbaywV79LL9AdHMFsSeQP6Yxbk0jO9pFnbVVGZvdWUU3Ly9EOTPk4rm07mTTWQ6HDh6QdT3F_hBlWIG1MKgHNv1Gfe5_JG-F3kgL_PR1zYG2FxC2svXrBjzasid8mgJOBw775OT5M7tKE-1YiuwxSpT2-HKn-RIXHjLEnmHRKF6TbAlYILM5e0OsaGtevi3Z_8s8OnKDj-1f7d9GG5dtu7SUQ_U3P_uOLvSrZGMDpyOV4tVSIs2M-NJcKJTuwszgVGyRyXB4eKi3SK8Csm7XghyPeorb8ChEGpWaits2ufro4d6Q0Qo5l9vsRIzm1_-gn6896TUSaikK_JAkXomZ83QFElyp6FnBbfFcPklZZf9ziabcl13U0_kZk19o32xDhOLipvmvMgpR-KlU7a2RE0B0dj_U8vcjjgdpQTuVNtWwJexaWctEl4BgUPXCDqx5ZcaDUvWf7oZaqwGTv-6rAxvNL6S8JrtD8Xx5cB6o7Dh-DNeZ2cXnV52ccLAKID8pomjxx6rFINV2I4l5w0l-ZMMJqT9PYF/w640-h640/Family%2BTheme%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;">Michael stays well occupied with his projects, a few bicycle rides a week and a long one with friends every Saturday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1n-yxwbN67k/Xt5Pp4B3DrI/AAAAAAAAYtM/4t091dkGPt84mbOMETdzbjmdhkrt3sK-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/6.06.2020%2Briders%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1062" data-original-width="1600" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1n-yxwbN67k/Xt5Pp4B3DrI/AAAAAAAAYtM/4t091dkGPt84mbOMETdzbjmdhkrt3sK-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/6.06.2020%2Briders%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of the group made it to Indiana's Highpoint and found it laughable. The distance they covered was no joke, however.&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/-dBqqPj9r_0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Am I Old, or What? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=37913 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:09149bf9-dc70-01ee-24a3-279e2def3439 Mon, 08 Jun 2020 08:27:42 -0400 O Lord, You have blessed us with wonderful grandchildren. Missing them so much, we appreciate technology that helps us connect. OMG, the energy You gave them! A video call feels like I’m in a roomful of human popcorn. <p><strong>O Lord, You have blessed us with wonderful grandchildren. Missing them so much, we appreciate technology that helps us connect. OMG, the energy You gave them! A video call feels like I’m in a roomful of human popcorn.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-1 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200608-TheoJonahBreadMarch2020.jpg" alt="" data-id="37915" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200608-TheoJonahBreadMarch2020.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=37915" class="wp-image-37915" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200608-TheoJonahBreadMarch2020.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200608-TheoJonahBreadMarch2020-264x300.jpg 264w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> Praying for Revival Will Bring You to Reconciliation http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2020/06/praying-for-revival-will-bring-you-to.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:494c5ac8-cc6a-332b-8541-0bc5ed858269 Sun, 07 Jun 2020 10:54:56 -0400 <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I am continuing to chew on something one of my ABF (Adult Bible Fellowship):</div><div><br />What if in our praying for revival it has actually brought us to a sphere of where reconciliation must be exercised? I see this is a wonderful discovery and in my heart I hear, DO NOT MISS THE TWO! They are part of each other. friends said about revival and reconciliation, which has brought me to ask:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPqCvYBW2ic/Xtz_PicyW2I/AAAAAAAAw18/j0jnhqyeFhwgV2sr4sQS3993eZTxa_TugCK4BGAsYHg/s320/triangle.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Revival and Reconciliation.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me dig into this more with something simple: a triangle. There are three points to every triangle, but if you have it flat side down, two points go up to ONE point to meet.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>There has to be ONE point we all see for revival to happen as we pray for it; ONE point that draws us all together and I believe that ONE point is GOD as revealed through JESUS CHRIST and attested to by His Word given to us in the Bible.</div><div><br /></div><div>As we all come from whatever point we are currently standing (two points of a triangle) we need a ONE point to bring us together. Jesus said, "If I be lifted up, I will draw ALL to myself." So when that ONE POINT is turned to by everyone--like a triangle point, and whether you are acute or obtuse in your belief or attitudes or sin, when you take one step closer to that ONE point, you CANNOT help but take ONE STEP closer to one another!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>So as I see it, Revival and Reconciliation go hand and hand together. My two oldest have been attending the rallies at the Court House square in our town. I have had conversations with them about the current state of things, and although we do not see eye to eye on every point, I am proud of them for moving --moving, by inertial definition, is better than sitting motionless; and in moving, God can direct--and that moving will be drawing power to himself.&nbsp;</div><div>The word that sticks out to me today is HUMILITY. HUMILITY with the Covid visitation; HUMILITY with the Reconciliation subject; HUMILITY with those close to me and those far away. And HUMILITY within myself before GOD. --kk</div> First Bike Ride http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=37803 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:922232db-2189-7446-06ec-598ab364fd92 Wed, 03 Jun 2020 08:58:02 -0400 Each year, taking our first tandem bike ride, Hubby and I huff, puff and yell at each other to keep pedaling — and that’s just getting out of the driveway. In spring 2019, however, we had put on major pounds. Dogs that normally pursued our bicycle built for two didn’t bother. Their snores said, “I’d [&#8230;] <p>Each year, taking our first tandem bike ride, Hubby and I huff, puff and yell at each other to keep pedaling — and that’s just getting out of the driveway.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920-1024x576.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-37806" width="464" height="261" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920-1024x576.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920-300x169.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920-768x432.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920-1536x864.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920-624x351.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-sleeping-french-bulldog-4291119_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 464px) 100vw, 464px" /></figure></div> <p>In spring 2019, however, we had put on major pounds. Dogs that normally pursued our bicycle built for two didn’t bother. Their snores said, “I’d get more challenge out of chasing a parked car.”</p> <p>Spring 2020, we decided, would be different. Or did Hubby decide? Whatever — I admit all those stay-sane-during-quarantine walks made us fit and ready to ride.</p> <p>Hubby services and washes the bikes. Buys new helmets. Fires up his cyclocomputer that records mileage, speed, and number of bugs encountered and swallowed.</p> <p>Despite lighter traffic than usual, we face certain risks. The above-mentioned dogs might supplement their diets with an ankle or two. Some drivers believe bikes are imaginary.&nbsp; Occasionally, a crazed farmer tries to flatten us with his field planter. Maybe his girlfriend named Daisy dumped him, and he’s hated bicycles built for two ever since.</p> <p>Still, Hubby and I take to the road.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-SteveRachaelSwayzeeStop0817.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-37807" width="258" height="416" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-SteveRachaelSwayzeeStop0817.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-SteveRachaelSwayzeeStop0817-186x300.jpg 186w" sizes="(max-width: 258px) 100vw, 258px" /></figure></div> <p>As we pedal out of town, Hubby supplies most of the power. He also steers, changes gears, brakes, and does maintenance.</p> <p>Me? As we approach stop signs, I proudly exhibit an innovation: hand signals. Correct, most of the time.</p> <p>Impressed? Hey, I fill water bottles, too.</p> <p>Zooming along Hoosier country roads, we spot landscape changes. A new house has sprouted. Young trees have grown. On the familiar route, I notice one homeowner’s switch from planting red geraniums to peach-colored.</p> <p>“It’s great to be on the bike again,” I yell.</p> <p>Hubby nods, mostly to keep bug-swallowing statistics low.</p> <p>After several miles, though, a repressed truth returns full force: we are fit, but that does not mean the bicycle seats fit. A month will pass before our um, muscles, adjust — or total numbness sets in.</p> <p>Plus, seduced by sunshine on this “perfect bicycling day,” we had ignored the wind’s powerful gusts. With the west wind behind us, we might eat lunch in Pittsburgh.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-SteveRachaelIU2017.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-37805" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-SteveRachaelIU2017.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-SteveRachaelIU2017-186x300.jpg 186w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></div> <p>Then we turned.</p> <p>Now, with the crosswind, our bike almost flew to Pittsburgh.</p> <p>Still, even the last gasping miles of our return couldn’t detract from the green rivers’ flowing loveliness. From intoxicating apple blossom and honeysuckle fragrances. From glorious redbuds, as if God had tossed His favorite bouquets to us.</p> <p>Yes, this first ride is different, and not just because we’re in good physical shape.</p> <p>In spring 2020, we’re learning to live in the moment. Beauty bursts our hearts with gratitude. We’re extra thankful for health and strength to ride.</p> <p>More than ever before, we are fit to enjoy it.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920-1024x800.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-37809" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920-1024x800.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920-300x234.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920-768x600.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920-1536x1200.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920-624x488.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/200603-p-bike-cropped-tandem-bike-4266699_1920.jpg 1637w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you spent more time outside during quarantine?</p> Ends and Beginnings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/06/ends-and-beginnings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e0fc5a27-c018-b154-6b89-ed6a8dab250f Tue, 02 Jun 2020 22:52:40 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;As cousin Karin's irises in Tennessee faded away, ours in Indiana began to bloom.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGBEDvJMjhA/XtZXxafaN1I/AAAAAAAAYow/6b62_Z-XIoIDMJ3VBDH5etiVWNQab9-DQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqx7-h4iFdS7zGQqTSbBVIrusv9tgfYTOEzWp0F9FuO3r5ORfGDEv-1tgpflngUaJm2sgPCDfEt19JtfI4eEHEQQD2vIaRA5gda10eRvr3G_OKgtsgi9P6ctjpZNgp8GjnlLRy3n6pGaeDEiF1QCNqRY7GcKl4if4U8C_kqQfI3bHQ9ogOGMYr_6BaYKKNAJpOaYFRybgq63r87_IVc8qDwcOxL2w3Y-ww_7nT-mrRf01eyrBB-qiCWdkwPqWAMiqLu_UbyBXxfC8VC2fjr-Q0MulBHV9X_GKFiwB6ttOHLKMgHdylnmF2SLvgC6dfOHabQsYXAx_cgYS6cX1BKREFSvj7TaDqjMP9z8UZdacIPQv4pX2Rv-RX0vzWnToI-izeRqx8dU695-68iXDkTob54_EL9o13X3h76aidBZ7NU_Jl9OOu3g5gejzp-0eXFx66T_Kh9WkVhg0CXdkb1xGZbwkl7aAGZF44uu1TGwtyipvpcj7NfNPtnc6ehCfkkuBlmDmySMGzVHjIUjoZuxDJ7Dh3vW51lDjYO0tcxLSq8FSFyQxgbtsKtYGcLCT0MLYmq0HeHCJtCaghb81jh1wA0BUbCeOE0jRmBxMOa02fYF/s1600/thumbnail_Bouqet%2B5-31-20.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rGBEDvJMjhA/XtZXxafaN1I/AAAAAAAAYow/6b62_Z-XIoIDMJ3VBDH5etiVWNQab9-DQCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqx7-h4iFdS7zGQqTSbBVIrusv9tgfYTOEzWp0F9FuO3r5ORfGDEv-1tgpflngUaJm2sgPCDfEt19JtfI4eEHEQQD2vIaRA5gda10eRvr3G_OKgtsgi9P6ctjpZNgp8GjnlLRy3n6pGaeDEiF1QCNqRY7GcKl4if4U8C_kqQfI3bHQ9ogOGMYr_6BaYKKNAJpOaYFRybgq63r87_IVc8qDwcOxL2w3Y-ww_7nT-mrRf01eyrBB-qiCWdkwPqWAMiqLu_UbyBXxfC8VC2fjr-Q0MulBHV9X_GKFiwB6ttOHLKMgHdylnmF2SLvgC6dfOHabQsYXAx_cgYS6cX1BKREFSvj7TaDqjMP9z8UZdacIPQv4pX2Rv-RX0vzWnToI-izeRqx8dU695-68iXDkTob54_EL9o13X3h76aidBZ7NU_Jl9OOu3g5gejzp-0eXFx66T_Kh9WkVhg0CXdkb1xGZbwkl7aAGZF44uu1TGwtyipvpcj7NfNPtnc6ehCfkkuBlmDmySMGzVHjIUjoZuxDJ7Dh3vW51lDjYO0tcxLSq8FSFyQxgbtsKtYGcLCT0MLYmq0HeHCJtCaghb81jh1wA0BUbCeOE0jRmBxMOa02fYF/s320/thumbnail_Bouqet%2B5-31-20.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;These are the irises our landscaping crew (three Blakely girls) divided and transplanted last summer.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBxWNnSCzV4/XtZXqiSfcqI/AAAAAAAAYok/W0keL1ds51UHZ8YvtPlfMPsCzb8aBDTHACEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqwBgTlEXuV5xwTbTJpSI-bufqM1zTCGkNXLxjasT2GiGbeAIz3DXvYbtQy5MePlTfN1T5Xylae0_KXJG7NxATLYww_Hoiu1INOzICt99JTAj2_I0Kd-zZIRsFWpvBZZnyOQQAsuQOpc8wIa2JF7fT6DfGWz6RqMDPPP0KSdut5QG2ayMcCPh9Eyn-GC0xNn2BencD_6hxEuv58eCYQFZkp99WnNKy54z05zrCDeVggH5eFw8fXqcEiA8sbwD4qolTCKba-JfkmUosqAG3sLwGfcwXp_ClW9EXh568AgSRyeuLByk7lErGzTz7eDSlZiYrLnc1dWbTb_ftiBKPVOnCqFZcJF3frwDLh0cKyyv2KLRddxtbui4IR8k5HC7y94NfIQpU8kY1vPnBsKTb1J7VkXfTID21MFO-Ec40k6jTV4qs1udpPr4dtzScWi24mFc9VV5bSpBwp3BQPinDH1_l03FpqiVR3IjTkIfg5tALiDG-Vw28q5gGx0PQRjhQ__6OT3Pp02sL-e6DbMNhOjyAnev99w9GNs8fkcutnnZgikoDA89tzoWkqhC9I0vvKBvasmjAuC50koc2zmcC1Flbul4BSC5cnWur1KMPy72fYF/s1600/100606999_10100996040056156_1027606921688907776_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/-lBxWNnSCzV4/XtZXqiSfcqI/AAAAAAAAYok/W0keL1ds51UHZ8YvtPlfMPsCzb8aBDTHACEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqwBgTlEXuV5xwTbTJpSI-bufqM1zTCGkNXLxjasT2GiGbeAIz3DXvYbtQy5MePlTfN1T5Xylae0_KXJG7NxATLYww_Hoiu1INOzICt99JTAj2_I0Kd-zZIRsFWpvBZZnyOQQAsuQOpc8wIa2JF7fT6DfGWz6RqMDPPP0KSdut5QG2ayMcCPh9Eyn-GC0xNn2BencD_6hxEuv58eCYQFZkp99WnNKy54z05zrCDeVggH5eFw8fXqcEiA8sbwD4qolTCKba-JfkmUosqAG3sLwGfcwXp_ClW9EXh568AgSRyeuLByk7lErGzTz7eDSlZiYrLnc1dWbTb_ftiBKPVOnCqFZcJF3frwDLh0cKyyv2KLRddxtbui4IR8k5HC7y94NfIQpU8kY1vPnBsKTb1J7VkXfTID21MFO-Ec40k6jTV4qs1udpPr4dtzScWi24mFc9VV5bSpBwp3BQPinDH1_l03FpqiVR3IjTkIfg5tALiDG-Vw28q5gGx0PQRjhQ__6OT3Pp02sL-e6DbMNhOjyAnev99w9GNs8fkcutnnZgikoDA89tzoWkqhC9I0vvKBvasmjAuC50koc2zmcC1Flbul4BSC5cnWur1KMPy72fYF/s400/100606999_10100996040056156_1027606921688907776_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;Monday evening when we arrived at Steph and Karen's, we saw with delight that we'd be eating outside next to the beautiful pool--lovely weather, delicious meal, and fun conversation.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlx8Vgu5Csk/XtZXt_drBPI/AAAAAAAAYoA/-G61t2lfH34wV0ZlnNTn3b2016rFuuXSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/101555712_10101000573526046_7214894030432239616_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/-xlx8Vgu5Csk/XtZXt_drBPI/AAAAAAAAYoA/-G61t2lfH34wV0ZlnNTn3b2016rFuuXSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/101555712_10101000573526046_7214894030432239616_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;">Tuesday was Michael's birthday, 76 years completed, the beginning of the 77th year.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFj4eBlSCwY/Xtb1SGHK2sI/AAAAAAAAYpw/z5-ZjvV5cmkThYeHY9p6hdxHgx63OcTlwCK4BGAsYHg/Mike%2BBD%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="1194" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFj4eBlSCwY/Xtb1SGHK2sI/AAAAAAAAYpw/z5-ZjvV5cmkThYeHY9p6hdxHgx63OcTlwCK4BGAsYHg/s400/Mike%2BBD%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div>I had two appointments that day: the dentist to check on my experience with the partial (not fun); and my last visit to Central Indiana Orthopedics, after six weeks free of boot or brace! As we said goodbye, the doctor and I joked about my annual visits. It was nearly a year ago that we had the tandem accident. I am still dealing with shoulder issues and trying to regain range of motion. I have a massage therapist friend who is treating me. She took a picture of me doing one of my homework exercises.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNCfoVDG-jI/XtZXvN4zhEI/AAAAAAAAYos/f0FAD9mgzsQ_3tUf7YSVuRM6vd6h8bmpgCEwYBhgLKtQDAL1OcqyAcYgmHkDlLqEWkHTGNBzAy3s84_ya5rSNsq1JT4Lm95ADa2MlatmFjsmG6CpiIu8YjzFpNJIVmxACVmy-K430yavh6tMxTBMLTCrXOeYA9WlY-k4lgpiH-XBHUqspozDGDEUdcIzCaEUwmspDokMlg4DkQnvxt-PhYSG56ZGoOHItgEilL2uVdKgi1xLz_qCrEBz4s76eZH-Ua4Uo3V49u3KqurlQGFUfUvikL2WuC2V6Zfei8Xsld5Ao3pW267u5PbjD1n1GiNxac32_sHs6tQBfwr6wY4SmE46lNPvydUyBW7_NHGmC63C5NSTrTpN0hJaKWjwrdtixGunvkkKAmvd8zXMxGrMq_8pLZbALDro29QBJCCI4u5SGBafBBQorR9VFrjazQNS6022I4A527pWpW2oNB7zWGg27nApyrOlw4PJj69iaQs2K6WhNnMaZNwzLA0arU3bVVqsaqVMVQxNG3GAyiFgU6rUPSWQD0EE3jC11fBgMojJ5BOI0coBoa0BHQkcBnnLETsF7yB5iGQeIJq2m5mPUfvFsbf6g-YXRheNvhrtIIfj0ncwLImUMulUrh-Rt7Yxgi1CtEA9rakulM8ARLwcHySzscOjLMK3A2fYF/s1600/101621576_10101000573555986_4038155730899959808_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/-FNCfoVDG-jI/XtZXvN4zhEI/AAAAAAAAYos/f0FAD9mgzsQ_3tUf7YSVuRM6vd6h8bmpgCEwYBhgLKtQDAL1OcqyAcYgmHkDlLqEWkHTGNBzAy3s84_ya5rSNsq1JT4Lm95ADa2MlatmFjsmG6CpiIu8YjzFpNJIVmxACVmy-K430yavh6tMxTBMLTCrXOeYA9WlY-k4lgpiH-XBHUqspozDGDEUdcIzCaEUwmspDokMlg4DkQnvxt-PhYSG56ZGoOHItgEilL2uVdKgi1xLz_qCrEBz4s76eZH-Ua4Uo3V49u3KqurlQGFUfUvikL2WuC2V6Zfei8Xsld5Ao3pW267u5PbjD1n1GiNxac32_sHs6tQBfwr6wY4SmE46lNPvydUyBW7_NHGmC63C5NSTrTpN0hJaKWjwrdtixGunvkkKAmvd8zXMxGrMq_8pLZbALDro29QBJCCI4u5SGBafBBQorR9VFrjazQNS6022I4A527pWpW2oNB7zWGg27nApyrOlw4PJj69iaQs2K6WhNnMaZNwzLA0arU3bVVqsaqVMVQxNG3GAyiFgU6rUPSWQD0EE3jC11fBgMojJ5BOI0coBoa0BHQkcBnnLETsF7yB5iGQeIJq2m5mPUfvFsbf6g-YXRheNvhrtIIfj0ncwLImUMulUrh-Rt7Yxgi1CtEA9rakulM8ARLwcHySzscOjLMK3A2fYF/s320/101621576_10101000573555986_4038155730899959808_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Both of us are so blessed to have meaningful pursuits that interest us and keep us well occupied each day.<br />Michael is ever working on some project, researching, learning, designing. and spends a good deal of time at the shop in Matthews. And he really enjoys cooking, to the point that it's best if I stay out of the kitchen. However, he is very happy to have me do the clean up.<br />Even as I write, I look over and wonder what his latest culinary experiment will be.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PbR3LIigREc/XtcDUiKuU1I/AAAAAAAAYrA/Xav7ToVo5eYD8lzr7-hQaxxvzPv5RZ4kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/101794366_10101001768037236_2253396463482568704_o.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/-PbR3LIigREc/XtcDUiKuU1I/AAAAAAAAYrA/Xav7ToVo5eYD8lzr7-hQaxxvzPv5RZ4kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/101794366_10101001768037236_2253396463482568704_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The last six weeks I spent so much time sitting in the recliner that I have learned to be more focused on research and writing, to the point that I can't wait to get to my station each day to learn and write more.<br />This week I was also immersed in watching or listening to messages or shows related to Ravi Zacharias' life and ministry. Friday was the grand finale--his deeply moving memorial service.<br /><br />Saturday morning (for me, anyway) was&nbsp; the Zoom reunion for anyone who served on the ship Doulos between 1981 and 1983. Just imagine 70 - 90 people trying to connect online, greet, share news, and pray together. Ever since then the catching up has continued via a Facebook group including many photos. I love this one of a few of us who attended surrounding the beautiful image that symbolizes unity amidst ethnic variety.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GfsWsuHH_4/XtZXtMWIhvI/AAAAAAAAYoo/MYOrNriW4EUALFMUwSvq0bsjcvIx3-UzwCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqz2_xRthTYQ3xaKbjC5UE3X4vTDZTiXfSqDiddPKqLOR5xL2zvg4csFv9CK5HyzK72IK8b4Qxet2b7MKXFpkoUnKR-QBGh-exYY3XEAURZph6LsFkVPsNMjWFmjnszqhFXyqDqOAamn5hJJF--KjhSYWHjfgY1jZ_Q_P8MoCT6_F1sou5_LpfxUsAAdYWs-6EtwLoXVNU2Pf8d1sSveOu7JYpeWjasTTUi1to9rYxyn4tKDlKUWiurAglGL-0t4RgjxkRyTMz-2qEi0uMeWT0-3gtzShKm2ltH08lbF4OlUL2hDGxNMrctzSFMNS58ta9t9MsnQxhOybUpqi0cnS9xP2lmZNZARSETR1Vk8LjTgTzBRvIPKrdit-VQb3vz6z0qFQGFSrYgeCPJjE3xrhp1Ds9RtwqFBJCNvSt-BifYbecqO9Z34L_7B7RwHCiiFLJRjLt2tkpgWyq86yh7E_i18oTEhP2q0yug3OPWk8TysxyBocG1IybhYvVtxQn6jL40qNLjqq7zcaf6Srdmpgt8uzfnATpfghkuf_t84SN7B0ufIug32zUKAGQyXP5S6khzguvU-gbMuGaguB0r4hnsjsxNps-pZZRuoMKy_2fYF/s1600/101425628_2879514665436375_4211510120024113152_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="960" height="600" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GfsWsuHH_4/XtZXtMWIhvI/AAAAAAAAYoo/MYOrNriW4EUALFMUwSvq0bsjcvIx3-UzwCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1Ocqz2_xRthTYQ3xaKbjC5UE3X4vTDZTiXfSqDiddPKqLOR5xL2zvg4csFv9CK5HyzK72IK8b4Qxet2b7MKXFpkoUnKR-QBGh-exYY3XEAURZph6LsFkVPsNMjWFmjnszqhFXyqDqOAamn5hJJF--KjhSYWHjfgY1jZ_Q_P8MoCT6_F1sou5_LpfxUsAAdYWs-6EtwLoXVNU2Pf8d1sSveOu7JYpeWjasTTUi1to9rYxyn4tKDlKUWiurAglGL-0t4RgjxkRyTMz-2qEi0uMeWT0-3gtzShKm2ltH08lbF4OlUL2hDGxNMrctzSFMNS58ta9t9MsnQxhOybUpqi0cnS9xP2lmZNZARSETR1Vk8LjTgTzBRvIPKrdit-VQb3vz6z0qFQGFSrYgeCPJjE3xrhp1Ds9RtwqFBJCNvSt-BifYbecqO9Z34L_7B7RwHCiiFLJRjLt2tkpgWyq86yh7E_i18oTEhP2q0yug3OPWk8TysxyBocG1IybhYvVtxQn6jL40qNLjqq7zcaf6Srdmpgt8uzfnATpfghkuf_t84SN7B0ufIug32zUKAGQyXP5S6khzguvU-gbMuGaguB0r4hnsjsxNps-pZZRuoMKy_2fYF/s640/101425628_2879514665436375_4211510120024113152_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Meanwhile Michael was out on the Saturday long ride with his cycling buddies. This time, however, they came through Upland and stopped by for a break. There were two females: Kathy, not young but very strong rider; and Gizmo the puppy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWrTk3_uX2Q/Xtb1_upKSPI/AAAAAAAAYqg/Ek4S0v_9DGAVzRFNWbHIJjTEW6aWC_qQQCK4BGAsYHg/Bikers%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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/-FWrTk3_uX2Q/Xtb1_upKSPI/AAAAAAAAYqg/Ek4S0v_9DGAVzRFNWbHIJjTEW6aWC_qQQCK4BGAsYHg/s400/Bikers%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhFxpm7ZVuQ/XtZXwSAqwGI/AAAAAAAAYow/V524QvLOeqE9uqOuCvTEa5b9-eyxz44agCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqxUHDgkxTQUfXDhD7C4EF0jWi8fqbNZvDX-3b7Ptbo2Nj1qq3GjdhVlxUB1t173n0yr1jv7_HJ4sXBCnF5WMQkJXcK46PtOqq3rrJEfMcbDJIdpuhTTrUL6L7ES3UoB5c37hcjjYeODPzQWlM0FBDGKV3I4MNP1rVWNbuxQ6NQ2F6ZlZu-wgVCOLByLY1sk3KfDO7293KWuiQ9bPJ-93uowGxhyIcaQLNQbOU9O9jg4rb_M9bduPWSK38EvELiI0Uf97hBe0_KJ0aXF5sjCyuV6TBtMK9RkelGy534Yimsa69XqsFOiwZW5UCz2RPbOr97OH9F8w9vmGHfl0QTlTjeRnMbOBzVkVqDg0R77Y1gNHcWRfj-1Fl8NqteJaKC8UBG0z20-shzUrHNu-0r0Q6tlclhLlG-FtpFgr63VdCt6KTOvqT_HNxPwEYf-r9IYkjTzqmnlUregfo4nsHkNV8HxruosHSeVRDHR1Jnbi5pFIgrOLOK9vgot6mzJVAxqS8p9K2Y-wo6PPdoPQZYV7BLxqccVm9SxyPO0npj6C1aiOw5e_XPte4gTLC21jnHkbKhMyFEIOajo4yFv37L3csSDH2sjRkiluvIzMMvA2fYF/s1600/DCC%2BGroup.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/-LhFxpm7ZVuQ/XtZXwSAqwGI/AAAAAAAAYow/V524QvLOeqE9uqOuCvTEa5b9-eyxz44agCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqxUHDgkxTQUfXDhD7C4EF0jWi8fqbNZvDX-3b7Ptbo2Nj1qq3GjdhVlxUB1t173n0yr1jv7_HJ4sXBCnF5WMQkJXcK46PtOqq3rrJEfMcbDJIdpuhTTrUL6L7ES3UoB5c37hcjjYeODPzQWlM0FBDGKV3I4MNP1rVWNbuxQ6NQ2F6ZlZu-wgVCOLByLY1sk3KfDO7293KWuiQ9bPJ-93uowGxhyIcaQLNQbOU9O9jg4rb_M9bduPWSK38EvELiI0Uf97hBe0_KJ0aXF5sjCyuV6TBtMK9RkelGy534Yimsa69XqsFOiwZW5UCz2RPbOr97OH9F8w9vmGHfl0QTlTjeRnMbOBzVkVqDg0R77Y1gNHcWRfj-1Fl8NqteJaKC8UBG0z20-shzUrHNu-0r0Q6tlclhLlG-FtpFgr63VdCt6KTOvqT_HNxPwEYf-r9IYkjTzqmnlUregfo4nsHkNV8HxruosHSeVRDHR1Jnbi5pFIgrOLOK9vgot6mzJVAxqS8p9K2Y-wo6PPdoPQZYV7BLxqccVm9SxyPO0npj6C1aiOw5e_XPte4gTLC21jnHkbKhMyFEIOajo4yFv37L3csSDH2sjRkiluvIzMMvA2fYF/s640/DCC%2BGroup.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: center;"></div>Rebecca finished Kindergarten.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrkCphw_9DA/XtZXrPcRJhI/AAAAAAAAYoY/03neWhCCTiQyLXE7xnf0rroOInm_BX6KACEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqzYo0HHi3a-3A5kOD5GCt4iPprCzsPt1lK_Q68uUcrQoNbBnv7d6azhXJDD4MYBOAp5-fbniCCAMJsIOLer2jc_RckntLCebvqY5U-tps0WGBaCe3-lqucSjWtsI9Q_AXCpfSWH_NUdM4sEHfSQZLgohoSlvSpi5wtmvHhfroJ8ZQlS0Meou1DTCSqMKQgKrfGC934eV8H7dEBjlddwW9as_oAxsrfGdyUnjwzXxwH1aQ2p0c_QpyBO46FPp_MegHRmxI7O-tS9i-UaIbtPf1X3VtXi_mCxKh4LlqAu5pNR_pap5ODuGj_6enBUV4ilRa9DraDHIVmaIzWS0dQQpauITF6uu4ax4B9IPzn-vef9J8fzcIY_JjHmeBEJDw2bFB_CjivTVYjzB0nvjPtur_N7L3KWKc972TocnxzZe6nQZxVtMmv5-yvqQCd8SK2JNzq1Eg336d7XM4if8I2VyX2F3mQ2KtwX0zfakcGBA4Hnpg3QcwvsbkeLRbuLMPp4EbYRZKKnjpBNKkumN9ryI_AR9fYpcxdOlFhxqjcm2roJMN3dPfKV80MSR-UMdMTtMLYRTiyxK4tSOrh5nBRlSsBVxTAKJ_BM3jcgML7B2fYF/s1600/101108613_10206894589480968_322450489427886080_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrkCphw_9DA/XtZXrPcRJhI/AAAAAAAAYoY/03neWhCCTiQyLXE7xnf0rroOInm_BX6KACEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqzYo0HHi3a-3A5kOD5GCt4iPprCzsPt1lK_Q68uUcrQoNbBnv7d6azhXJDD4MYBOAp5-fbniCCAMJsIOLer2jc_RckntLCebvqY5U-tps0WGBaCe3-lqucSjWtsI9Q_AXCpfSWH_NUdM4sEHfSQZLgohoSlvSpi5wtmvHhfroJ8ZQlS0Meou1DTCSqMKQgKrfGC934eV8H7dEBjlddwW9as_oAxsrfGdyUnjwzXxwH1aQ2p0c_QpyBO46FPp_MegHRmxI7O-tS9i-UaIbtPf1X3VtXi_mCxKh4LlqAu5pNR_pap5ODuGj_6enBUV4ilRa9DraDHIVmaIzWS0dQQpauITF6uu4ax4B9IPzn-vef9J8fzcIY_JjHmeBEJDw2bFB_CjivTVYjzB0nvjPtur_N7L3KWKc972TocnxzZe6nQZxVtMmv5-yvqQCd8SK2JNzq1Eg336d7XM4if8I2VyX2F3mQ2KtwX0zfakcGBA4Hnpg3QcwvsbkeLRbuLMPp4EbYRZKKnjpBNKkumN9ryI_AR9fYpcxdOlFhxqjcm2roJMN3dPfKV80MSR-UMdMTtMLYRTiyxK4tSOrh5nBRlSsBVxTAKJ_BM3jcgML7B2fYF/s400/101108613_10206894589480968_322450489427886080_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here is Skye on his last day at Ivanhoe's. He started a full-time job in heating and cooling.</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/-VixZnzlq7NA/XtZXsaUIBJI/AAAAAAAAYow/VWzdYWaqsn8SYiMhhIq1gfiz_xchL_wvgCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqzisinDPf-6w7qg8cjAvqZN781FpiCc6-J62MRlQjFF4ij0fgk--y0ifRmLRdTx_dXiaCmfxp7_y3FYvnS_DLW03tiMHn3bcfahF917TPnWg0mWtop5YPVb3sjSf5eZFqF8-GmpnKYocXVmPvzmhqi_jQJlzAQ9Qobxy9KM_y2uzivf06ZctXkvSKnF-32n-IfJ_o1jMI2rwIOdNgcgm-fVWW0Sl3AAS5dk3MZI59rlj66FdHc324r9F0OJ99NUe07aLzpDqLGCpThl2rVkNtaMtLm6YXT7EU-klUuFe6CIeNNJ8oQnBgmgDvyNnTSh5W-BxEjqkgUMjQ7wVS00hjuHjqunKewr1j2VSdHMZQgxni6otp9oZ8fhUC3xSP2M27y5ZnwhQfV7sunPn9Vzj1dUixYl7skIFtdNXI4rifCLPupogRXzF-GKs-q0K_ILrJEXiIqtHi0iiOkFLpdUZ_VshMr5gwBUOnVRX8SwNmMM6m2Q9tUkT_W0fSZ00srmS-6fh8q54NhE8w7_WdSiFDIVEZRununW7XnOXR7SBGK4n4dfE5485E9pYNuqCHHIoFjGtndcFR7-oR7CPRhD77g2O0AYn0zCgx1CMIPB2fYF/s1600/101326078_10101000572952196_331273838312554496_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/-VixZnzlq7NA/XtZXsaUIBJI/AAAAAAAAYow/VWzdYWaqsn8SYiMhhIq1gfiz_xchL_wvgCEwYBhgLKs4DAL1OcqzisinDPf-6w7qg8cjAvqZN781FpiCc6-J62MRlQjFF4ij0fgk--y0ifRmLRdTx_dXiaCmfxp7_y3FYvnS_DLW03tiMHn3bcfahF917TPnWg0mWtop5YPVb3sjSf5eZFqF8-GmpnKYocXVmPvzmhqi_jQJlzAQ9Qobxy9KM_y2uzivf06ZctXkvSKnF-32n-IfJ_o1jMI2rwIOdNgcgm-fVWW0Sl3AAS5dk3MZI59rlj66FdHc324r9F0OJ99NUe07aLzpDqLGCpThl2rVkNtaMtLm6YXT7EU-klUuFe6CIeNNJ8oQnBgmgDvyNnTSh5W-BxEjqkgUMjQ7wVS00hjuHjqunKewr1j2VSdHMZQgxni6otp9oZ8fhUC3xSP2M27y5ZnwhQfV7sunPn9Vzj1dUixYl7skIFtdNXI4rifCLPupogRXzF-GKs-q0K_ILrJEXiIqtHi0iiOkFLpdUZ_VshMr5gwBUOnVRX8SwNmMM6m2Q9tUkT_W0fSZ00srmS-6fh8q54NhE8w7_WdSiFDIVEZRununW7XnOXR7SBGK4n4dfE5485E9pYNuqCHHIoFjGtndcFR7-oR7CPRhD77g2O0AYn0zCgx1CMIPB2fYF/s400/101326078_10101000572952196_331273838312554496_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The end of another week, another one begins full of more life challenges and adventures.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ZCL73KCSizE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> 6 Things I Learned Being an Online Prof https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/05/31/6-things-i-learned-being-an-online-prof/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:caa5f38d-b4dc-2256-9951-f2781154c87a Sun, 31 May 2020 21:29:20 -0400 It&#8217;s been since March, the 18th to be exact, when our classrooms went dark, when tearful goodbyes were said (especially by seniors), when all of the faculty at Taylor University looked around at first with a sense of odd horror. Spring break had begun three days early, and that gave us about 12 days to [&#8230;] Birthdays https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/05/birthdays.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:f124bfe3-7981-51ab-e0f8-adc58a793d76 Tue, 26 May 2020 21:52:36 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><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/-O4tCDTt_x5c/Xs1vlM5VcMI/AAAAAAAAYkE/TiAqQmRpudIOla3p7_rTCvD_GkwSqohjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Bouquet%2Bfor%2B5-24-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4tCDTt_x5c/Xs1vlM5VcMI/AAAAAAAAYkE/TiAqQmRpudIOla3p7_rTCvD_GkwSqohjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2Bfor%2B5-24-20.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;Monday morning I woke up and began singing Happy Birthday to myself. Then I said, "Let's go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast." This is rather uncharacteristic, my behavior, my idea. But we went!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWOAknbBeko/Xs1viOWgO0I/AAAAAAAAYjs/r7XPG0oGRqAMMd-8qJMSADlJyCM6--WaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100589801_10100996042256746_8478463272792621056_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/-vWOAknbBeko/Xs1viOWgO0I/AAAAAAAAYjs/r7XPG0oGRqAMMd-8qJMSADlJyCM6--WaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100589801_10100996042256746_8478463272792621056_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wrote a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/meemawrita/photos/a.297994440864428/543016413028895/?type=3&amp;theater">birthday post</a> based on one of my father's messages.</div><br />It was a good day filled with many good wishes. The finale was when we went to Stephan and Karen's for Monday Night Dinner. As we arrived they were singing "76 Trombones." The <i>special </i>plate awaited me. Stephan served a delicious meal and Karen a delectable&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; letter-spacing: 0.02em;">Crème Brûlée for dessert.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIB7Yt9Ujhs/Xs1vhZVZPKI/AAAAAAAAYkM/44oiYjB_1aohN_VAI1g26oBGuXRgEcN7gCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/100537814_10100996042146966_6036880583852818432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIB7Yt9Ujhs/Xs1vhZVZPKI/AAAAAAAAYkM/44oiYjB_1aohN_VAI1g26oBGuXRgEcN7gCPcBGAYYCw/s200/100537814_10100996042146966_6036880583852818432_n.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YX9XLxN9UDk/Xs1vgnd1JeI/AAAAAAAAYkI/Nd0kas55sxQviweSMnCOlLu4DJhiTSe_ACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/100522518_10100996042216826_7519666477419462656_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YX9XLxN9UDk/Xs1vgnd1JeI/AAAAAAAAYkI/Nd0kas55sxQviweSMnCOlLu4DJhiTSe_ACPcBGAYYCw/s200/100522518_10100996042216826_7519666477419462656_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael unfortunately had to deal with a broken phone. Off and on throughout the week he's been working on making ear savers and filling several orders.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1O9qvxquUc/Xs2BBPznYTI/AAAAAAAAYlU/PKOzgXCZ5zIfM72H1Dushb0C_0R9rzaNQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/98279764_2567207796895407_8597942588588163072_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="179" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1O9qvxquUc/Xs2BBPznYTI/AAAAAAAAYlU/PKOzgXCZ5zIfM72H1Dushb0C_0R9rzaNQCPcBGAYYCw/s320/98279764_2567207796895407_8597942588588163072_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A 3,500 order to ship to Chicago</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Our lovely neighbors came over for some honey, and a few rides on the zip line.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-JuGsXWNuA/Xs2A_xoutYI/AAAAAAAAYkw/owcgYxgRWQ0YJFsOdI0iFxDdAeQ6e-bywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100558391_10100996042750756_2512836432603643904_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="960" height="277" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-JuGsXWNuA/Xs2A_xoutYI/AAAAAAAAYkw/owcgYxgRWQ0YJFsOdI0iFxDdAeQ6e-bywCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100558391_10100996042750756_2512836432603643904_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Did you know that May 20 was World Bee Day? A friend sent me the link to a <a href="https://app.viralsweep.com/contest/full/84c465-67165?framed=1&amp;fbclid=IwAR2VP0ddg1RmkAIdlPPhdSxqFRSC6ZXuRClay3if9LmtVaq5LcYwHbLL8SU">coloring contest</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmPji2qsJ4A/Xs2BActuKzI/AAAAAAAAYk4/YstQs0VS2GYYNQSYLpkJlup3iXVgtBR9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100745423_10100996042685886_2782250140419751936_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="960" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmPji2qsJ4A/Xs2BActuKzI/AAAAAAAAYk4/YstQs0VS2GYYNQSYLpkJlup3iXVgtBR9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/100745423_10100996042685886_2782250140419751936_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />My bones, at least in my ankle, are healing well. However, I had to have two teeth extracted, and now have these little temporary ones for four to six months while the post and bone grafting heal. I'm not thrilled but other scenarios are far worse than mine.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5a96jrnzcA/Xs2A_COkYvI/AAAAAAAAYlc/-zPfiCWdXSId8v45qyM6pVLqDZ3wz348QCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/100508795_10100996042795666_1507025344660504576_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="960" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5a96jrnzcA/Xs2A_COkYvI/AAAAAAAAYlc/-zPfiCWdXSId8v45qyM6pVLqDZ3wz348QCPcBGAYYCw/s320/100508795_10100996042795666_1507025344660504576_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Our lovely daughter got some test results this week that lead to a long journey ahead. She is coping with the symptoms as best she knows, and facing each step forward with as much courage as possible.<br /><br />Michael has enjoyed the Saturday bike rides with a small group out of Muncie. This week they rode close to 90 miles. However, he took a tumble and may have a broken rib.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EavddsP0HKE/Xs2UeUigMBI/AAAAAAAAYmw/XwVm-McXt6AHJKRs3kbdluFbYZGNczhTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/99152410_10157059144919147_9109763700834697216_o%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EavddsP0HKE/Xs2UeUigMBI/AAAAAAAAYmw/XwVm-McXt6AHJKRs3kbdluFbYZGNczhTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/99152410_10157059144919147_9109763700834697216_o%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb_hk0T2kOQ/Xs2UeYGi-eI/AAAAAAAAYms/I4b7pCauAEItrr7ge5gn7BJLTKpf_hDfgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100085825_10157059145304147_6250268290128543744_o%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb_hk0T2kOQ/Xs2UeYGi-eI/AAAAAAAAYms/I4b7pCauAEItrr7ge5gn7BJLTKpf_hDfgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100085825_10157059145304147_6250268290128543744_o%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I ventured out to the store and met Skye and Destiny, getting salad fixin's for their contribution to our family get together Sunday.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R93t-XULoFI/Xs1vjK7YoeI/AAAAAAAAYj0/PctYl9mTmXgUoSFgyrW-2hXNujeqPHIoACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100886673_10100996040625016_515095397744508928_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/-R93t-XULoFI/Xs1vjK7YoeI/AAAAAAAAYj0/PctYl9mTmXgUoSFgyrW-2hXNujeqPHIoACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100886673_10100996040625016_515095397744508928_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;">What a lovely pasta salad. Thanks, Destiny!</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/--fzGZmwu9Yk/Xs2JGQ1lB8I/AAAAAAAAYls/8zUJ8BlXhu0tPMNU6Vq13WUQlaZMfPNbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100531112_10100996040470326_2575294856339390464_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/--fzGZmwu9Yk/Xs2JGQ1lB8I/AAAAAAAAYls/8zUJ8BlXhu0tPMNU6Vq13WUQlaZMfPNbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/100531112_10100996040470326_2575294856339390464_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Kalani was introduced to everyone. He is two months old now.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pelJHdWjBbs/Xs2Ja0kx4iI/AAAAAAAAYl0/dUDrkEdIxgs1zG5Hb7nSSQsTAf0dCM56wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100531108_10100996041448366_7861581273301516288_n%2B-%2BCopy.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/-pelJHdWjBbs/Xs2Ja0kx4iI/AAAAAAAAYl0/dUDrkEdIxgs1zG5Hb7nSSQsTAf0dCM56wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/100531108_10100996041448366_7861581273301516288_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSw333dBCK8/Xs2Ja_IWgkI/AAAAAAAAYl4/H8dCNxJseEkExYZxT90hmwwqMorDQIn9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100559450_10100996040580106_7554773136370040832_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OSw333dBCK8/Xs2Ja_IWgkI/AAAAAAAAYl4/H8dCNxJseEkExYZxT90hmwwqMorDQIn9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100559450_10100996040580106_7554773136370040832_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skye's cute little family</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q2KPLjO7Vk/Xs2Ja2qfKnI/AAAAAAAAYl8/s8vVkp_F9igPW44yLaobWEd9E9k4GK0QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100626966_10100996041288686_593921851650998272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="952" data-original-width="960" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q2KPLjO7Vk/Xs2Ja2qfKnI/AAAAAAAAYl8/s8vVkp_F9igPW44yLaobWEd9E9k4GK0QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100626966_10100996041288686_593921851650998272_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steph n' Karen&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="830" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6iGnExUHLY/Xs2JbcaOtZI/AAAAAAAAYmA/uSW8KgNmu7og-fCOPbFbNTwPApilXdFxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100733377_10100996041383496_1453516168185774080_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="345" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nana Leah</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6iGnExUHLY/Xs2JbcaOtZI/AAAAAAAAYmA/uSW8KgNmu7og-fCOPbFbNTwPApilXdFxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100733377_10100996041383496_1453516168185774080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6iGnExUHLY/Xs2JbcaOtZI/AAAAAAAAYmA/uSW8KgNmu7og-fCOPbFbNTwPApilXdFxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100733377_10100996041383496_1453516168185774080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2yA2EPcQGw/Xs2JcDGI4NI/AAAAAAAAYmc/Q3BggShS8IE-KTv-DJLSq4IdJjxxFmVXQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/100853866_10100996041218826_2011335783172014080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2yA2EPcQGw/Xs2JcDGI4NI/AAAAAAAAYmc/Q3BggShS8IE-KTv-DJLSq4IdJjxxFmVXQCPcBGAYYCw/s640/100853866_10100996041218826_2011335783172014080_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam n' boys</td></tr></tbody></table>Oh, but one is missing. Where is he?<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n97_P93Tjo8/Xs2JbrxCZxI/AAAAAAAAYmE/gPUbbi2z1loCnBHWzDLsvAPKGU2SLTVkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/100848339_10100996041168926_5715032643976822784_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n97_P93Tjo8/Xs2JbrxCZxI/AAAAAAAAYmE/gPUbbi2z1loCnBHWzDLsvAPKGU2SLTVkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/100848339_10100996041168926_5715032643976822784_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aha! Elijah found a Ruby!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Oh, my, I am missing pics of a few family members. I do believe, however, that I got to talk with each one. That is my goal and what I treasure in my heart.<br /><br />I may have captured some of the others in the video of them singing the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ritadorene/videos/pcb.10100996045969306/10100996045894456/?type=3&amp;theater">crazy Koch birthday song</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svj0R2a72YY/Xs24bTiSZQI/AAAAAAAAYnA/DN9s0R6Cwn0_lUMC0q_cN1OWpMmln_SugCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/101362399_10100996042186886_5696680081217290240_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" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svj0R2a72YY/Xs24bTiSZQI/AAAAAAAAYnA/DN9s0R6Cwn0_lUMC0q_cN1OWpMmln_SugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/101362399_10100996042186886_5696680081217290240_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;Actually they were singing for all the birthdays we missed in March as well as Michael's only two days away. Sorry, no photo of the other cake.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/VrZYHm6zuPQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Remembering the Fallen on Memorial Day http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/05/25/transformed-by-tragedy/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:dcec5cd5-6167-5992-6942-61b60abbee05 Mon, 25 May 2020 06:30:07 -0400 <p>Remembering the fallen on Memorial Day always reminds me of my grandfather who I never met. On July 6, 1944, a troop train transporting 1000 freshly minted soldiers, left Indianapolis bound for the Carolinas. From there they would be sent to the European theater of WW2. At sunset, a 16-year-old teen watching the train pass [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/05/25/transformed-by-tragedy/">Remembering the Fallen on Memorial Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="graf graf--h3">Remembering the fallen on Memorial Day always reminds me of my grandfather who I never met.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">On July 6, 1944, a troop train transporting 1000 freshly minted soldiers, left Indianapolis bound for the Carolinas. From there they would be sent to the <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1563821416&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1563821416&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">European theater of WW2</a>. At sunset, a 16-year-old teen watching the train pass his small town of Jellico, Tennessee saw the troop train jump the tracks and plunge into a 50-foot gorge of the Clear River.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Growing up in <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">California</a>, I had heard this story, so distant in years and location. Two decades ago, our family relocated from California to Indiana. For several years, I made regular trips to <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">South Carolina</a>. The long hours in the car were punctuated by signs for big and small towns along the route. In the mountains of Tennessee, there is a single exit for Jellico. The unusual name caught my attention each time but I didn’t stop until my mom mentioned that Jellico was the place where the largest <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/She-Jumped-Tracks-Americas-Stateside/dp/089826054X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=She+Jumped+the+Tracks&amp;qid=1563815628&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/She-Jumped-Tracks-Americas-Stateside/dp/089826054X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=She+Jumped+the+Tracks&amp;qid=1563815628&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">troop train wreck</a> in the United States had occurred.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">From the small <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1563821508&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1563821508&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Midwest town</a> of Waynesburg, Ohio, Ray William Parker joined the army to fight in World War II. After graduating boot camp, Parker was given a rare opportunity to return home for a few days. Saying good-bye to his young family, his wife suggested a photo in his uniform. On their porch, he held his young daughter and son while his pregnant wife snapped the picture. It would be their last photo of him. He kissed his wife, his son, and the pretty little brunette girl who would later be my mother.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/1*o5JjH0uFdRE-qaJM2-PWbg.jpeg" data-image-id="1*o5JjH0uFdRE-qaJM2-PWbg.jpeg" data-width="268" data-height="188" /></figure> <p class="graf graf--p">Reporting to Indianapolis, Parker and hundreds of new recruits, boarded the Louisville &amp; Nashville Railroad that would transport the troops south. My grandfather was in one of the front cars as the train chugged out of the station. Mere hours later, in Campbell County, Tennessee, the engine, tender, and four passenger cars careened over the side of the Jellico Narrows deep ravine and plummeted into the rushing river, crashing into a massive boulder. Twelve died instantly. Many more died in the following days.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">One report said, “Hundreds of Campbell County residents flocked to the scene to help. They made the first rescues using block and tackle slings to hoist the wounded up the side of the gorge to the road. It often took up to ten men to hoist a body up to the road. Some brought welding torches to free the trapped soldiers.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">A trucker who was passing through stopped to take a load of injured soldiers to the hospital. He came back and took several more loads. Volunteers continued to comb the river for dead and wounded.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Later in the night, doctors from nearby towns Corbin, Lafollette, Middlesboro, and Williamsburg joined Jellico’s only doctor to treat the wounded. They went from car to car giving morphine injections to the trapped men. One soldier received plasma transfusions. Many soldiers, their faces bleeding and dirty, waited for their more seriously injured comrades to be taken away before they received care themselves.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The ambulances joined the rescue effort two hours after the train derailed. They waited at the road for the injured and took them to hospitals in five nearby towns.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Early the next morning, an Army major arrived to take over leading the rescue effort. But the county’s work was just beginning. Most of the injured had been rescued by midnight, but there were still dead to be recovered and wounded to look after.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">That morning, more organized efforts were put in place. Boy Scouts went door to door collecting shoes, clothes, and sheets for the soldiers. Red Cross units served food on the Jellico hospital’s lawn. A local restaurant closed in order to assist in preparing food. Assembly lines were set up to make sandwiches, and local volunteers transported the food to the rescue site. Local groceries were emptied of bread.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Some help was not as organized. Many residents took in soldiers for the night, giving them food, a place to bathe, and a place to sleep.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The volunteers who had worked all night carrying men out of the gorge eventually built a makeshift dam to lower the water level to retrieve bodies. They continued to work through the next three days.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In all, 34 men died in the wreck and 75 were injured. Some survivors went on to fight in North Africa.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In critical condition, my grandfather was taken to the <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Atomic-City-Untold-Helped/dp/1451617534/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HLD9CCHUD849&amp;keywords=girls+of+the+atomic+city&amp;qid=1563815670&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Girls+of+the+%2Cstripbooks%2C155&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Atomic-City-Untold-Helped/dp/1451617534/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HLD9CCHUD849&amp;keywords=girls+of+the+atomic+city&amp;qid=1563815670&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Girls+of+the+%2Cstripbooks%2C155&amp;sr=1-1">Secret City in Oak Ridge, Tennessee</a> where he lingered for four days, long enough for his wife to travel to his bedside and hold him when he died.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The people of the tiny town of Jellico are the keepers of the flame. The welcome mat is out for those who come to remember, to grieve, and to try to understand. At the place in Clear River where the locomotive came to rest is a plaque. In the town square is a memorial with the names of the soldiers who perished in the crash. Adjacent to the hardware store is a home-made museum filled with accounts, news, photos, and memorabilia about the train, the wreck, and the important people whose lives were changed on that fateful day.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">My first visit to Jellico was like a pilgrimage. As I studied the photos and newspaper stories, the elderly gentleman who runs the hardware store approached. “Do you know someone who was on the train?”</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote">“My grandfather.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">He nodded, understanding.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">I indicated the wall of photos and newspaper stories. “How often do people come to your museum?”</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote">“Every week.” He hitched the strap on his overalls. “People come who were on the train. Their families come. They have questions.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Within minutes, the town’s librarian joined us as well as a photographer from the newspaper who took my photo. The librarian provided a packet of information, and a history DVD. He introduced me to his mother, now a great-grandmother, whose husband had been the teen who roused the town to rescue the injured and house the survivors. The bell from the 418 engine is preserved on the their property.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*v0eLt_TpWLbxUscp.jpg" data-image-id="0*v0eLt_TpWLbxUscp.jpg" data-width="500" data-height="298" /></figure> <p class="graf graf--p">The lives of the people of Jellico are forever altered because of the horrific event and their empathetic and immediate response. Their hearts are forever knit with the soldiers, and the families of the soldiers, who were aboard the train. Some of their stories are hard. The man who drove the school bus, ferrying wounded soldiers to the hospital, cannot forget the terrible screams of the injured. Some of their stories are heroic. A welder who had future plans that required keen eyesight, knew the effects that extended time torching men from the wreckage would have on his vision. Without hesitation, he set side his future and dedicated his skills to help. Some stories are winsome. To the family who housed and fed him until the military made arrangements for his continued journey to the war, one soldier wrote every year. Another soldier returned after the war to marry the nurse he met in the Jellico hospital.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Born April 27, 1921, my grandfather, Ray William “Billy” Parker was 23 years old when he died. He is buried in Sandy Valley Cemetery in Ohio. His early death on July 11, 1944, abruptly changed the dynamic of our family and left a tragic void from which we never recovered. The community where he grew up remembers him as a compassionate and caring man who lived and loved well.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">On Memorial Day, we remember the fallen. We remember Ray William Parker.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*7H4EJDQJ3iAkC01G.jpg" data-image-id="0*7H4EJDQJ3iAkC01G.jpg" data-width="500" data-height="469" /></figure> <h4 class="graf graf--h4">For You</h4> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a>. Dany Patrix was five years old when American soldiers liberated her French village on D-Day.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">Chasing Sunrise</a>. When deadly internationals and the black market blow onto his tropical island home at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are Michael’s skills enough to protect those he cares about? <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Chasing Sunrise</em></a> is nominated for a Christy Award.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1563821135&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1563821135&amp;sr=1-1">The Patent</a>. When the world teeters on the verge of World War III, the nation that develops a patent attorney’s invention will be invincible in the race for global dominance.</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/05/25/transformed-by-tragedy/">Remembering the Fallen on Memorial Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Plodding on . . . https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/05/another-beautiful-sunday-bouquet-from.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:76c9d152-a45e-89e9-72b2-ca88e861b8c4 Tue, 19 May 2020 09:09:17 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another beautiful Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin! I hope and pray these will soon adorn her church as before.</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/-ssRaF0vItiY/XsLnIsDbi4I/AAAAAAAAYiQ/-EuRIJ3Ct1YZDAa3-Raajjv0OqJdzALswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B5-17-20.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/-ssRaF0vItiY/XsLnIsDbi4I/AAAAAAAAYiQ/-EuRIJ3Ct1YZDAa3-Raajjv0OqJdzALswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B5-17-20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lovely candlelight enhanced our Monday night dinner as well as a good group of friends.</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/-WUpM0O6hygA/XsLh6UwIjwI/AAAAAAAAYhg/ncNH9GDmSmgo8pfUVYzJWOgGylO-jjblgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/98130112_10100990635901126_4714444180431044608_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/-WUpM0O6hygA/XsLh6UwIjwI/AAAAAAAAYhg/ncNH9GDmSmgo8pfUVYzJWOgGylO-jjblgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/98130112_10100990635901126_4714444180431044608_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I tackled one the many unfinished projects this week and completed the five scrap yarn hot pads (or whatever they are). They were started so long ago. I wish I could remember the pattern.</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/-5G85ezzFriA/XsLh6Zx47DI/AAAAAAAAYiI/kX6IK3hzu88e8PyH0y-kWg8BY2Upv-AyQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/98207995_10100990635766396_9186381532233728000_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5G85ezzFriA/XsLh6Zx47DI/AAAAAAAAYiI/kX6IK3hzu88e8PyH0y-kWg8BY2Upv-AyQCPcBGAYYCw/s200/98207995_10100990635766396_9186381532233728000_n.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now that I am getting around and can drive again (the boot on the left foot does not interfere), I was able to take Leah to her appointment, spend some time together, and get to see Kalani baby and Daddy Skye (still wearing the beanie I knit for him years ago)!&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/-OysOJko7U1E/XsLh6YzHJZI/AAAAAAAAYh8/qka_GwzoERgHNbgscV2vBgXrkV-pBQokACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/98358058_10100990635831266_7617596649505816576_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/-OysOJko7U1E/XsLh6YzHJZI/AAAAAAAAYh8/qka_GwzoERgHNbgscV2vBgXrkV-pBQokACPcBGAYYCw/s320/98358058_10100990635831266_7617596649505816576_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day Leah had both her grands in the house while Kayla was having her wisdom teeth out. This is my favorite great grands pic of the week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTT2Jnc_qKU/XsLh7G3w4FI/AAAAAAAAYh8/JCdE_EuCQ2YYN0OaVFu4NEj1iDNclNJFQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/98427527_10100990638610696_8883940994790195200_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTT2Jnc_qKU/XsLh7G3w4FI/AAAAAAAAYh8/JCdE_EuCQ2YYN0OaVFu4NEj1iDNclNJFQCPcBGAYYCw/s400/98427527_10100990638610696_8883940994790195200_o.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: left;">Michael is out and about most of the time, working alone at the shop cutting "ear savers", running errands or riding his bike. Here I caught him looking after his bees.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_0Es1U8vvw/XsLh6_Sed8I/AAAAAAAAYiI/Ym45R6mDGJQN9_X0u1nnrmS3EPL74AhaQCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/98363029_10100990635716496_5247571899583561728_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/-K_0Es1U8vvw/XsLh6_Sed8I/AAAAAAAAYiI/Ym45R6mDGJQN9_X0u1nnrmS3EPL74AhaQCPcBGAYYCw/s400/98363029_10100990635716496_5247571899583561728_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, he still likes to do a lot of the cooking, but is very happy that I am able to do the clean up now. He made cheese again and then used the whey in making soup and bread.</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/-0I-KBjeZV54/XsLh8tW2DpI/AAAAAAAAYiE/fxxkGQTrp-MCuz4kz9O9MtzTJQBc0-ZPACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/99426019_10100990675496776_5427745146290569216_o.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/-0I-KBjeZV54/XsLh8tW2DpI/AAAAAAAAYiE/fxxkGQTrp-MCuz4kz9O9MtzTJQBc0-ZPACPcBGAYYCw/s320/99426019_10100990675496776_5427745146290569216_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: left;">The round of doctor visits started up again. Michael had a necessary skin care appointment and I went to my eye doctor.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the way I stopped to see Diane. The stay-at-home order is getting her down, she's eager to get out. While I was there we were able to call and talk to her daughter in Wisconsin and that seemed to cheer her quite a bit.</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/-SZA1ji6Mca0/XsLh8ETy_rI/AAAAAAAAYiI/2rpIpOepqhsWUSv9kfyRsQQDKku8BXruwCPcBGAYYCw/s1600/98574655_10100990635641646_253345333218639872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZA1ji6Mca0/XsLh8ETy_rI/AAAAAAAAYiI/2rpIpOepqhsWUSv9kfyRsQQDKku8BXruwCPcBGAYYCw/s400/98574655_10100990635641646_253345333218639872_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>We are grateful for the extra time we have to spend together and the many interests to keep us occupied. We started watching the series The Chosen and highly recommend it. You can get the app or watch on YouTube.<br />I have been increasingly focused on family history research in the archives of the Grace Brethren Church. It's been a fascinating project. I was amazed to find information about nine out of the ten Hoyt siblings. To think that from this large family came pastors, missionaries, university professors and administrators. Even through poverty and dysfunction they were highly educated and achieved so much. I know they would give credit to God and say that they were greatly blessed. I would love to know more about my grandmother's part in it through her godly influence.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/mgOUvJ-t9FU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Visits and Visitors https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/05/visits-and-visitors.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:cdffa503-b5c0-f304-31c6-cecc202f7d93 Tue, 12 May 2020 15:33:14 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-size: 13.3333px; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">First a virtual visit to cousin Karin's flower garden via her Mother's Day bouquet which includes lilies, roses, daisies, irises (lavender and peach), and some.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PXnt1-enpo/XrmqEK-VmdI/AAAAAAAAYeI/UUWba0LyU9soJ_8grW3j1pPri-U1oNv3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2Bbouquet%2B1%255B6376%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PXnt1-enpo/XrmqEK-VmdI/AAAAAAAAYeI/UUWba0LyU9soJ_8grW3j1pPri-U1oNv3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2Bbouquet%2B1%255B6376%255D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next a trek up the lane to the mailbox and a view of the spring greening and profusion of yellow flowers. Yes, I am walking!</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/-RcKt1uIgqb8/Xrq82gRri6I/AAAAAAAAYgI/_hBjpzZcZvYHSmB1VpLFu9i9UfTN6ch5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96579235_10100984619218606_6472177572296785920_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/-RcKt1uIgqb8/Xrq82gRri6I/AAAAAAAAYgI/_hBjpzZcZvYHSmB1VpLFu9i9UfTN6ch5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/96579235_10100984619218606_6472177572296785920_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A neighbor down the road brought the wrongly-delivered box of Misfits. He remembered me from 12 years ago when we taught at the same school.</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/-6ovsz5UFEpg/XrnF8EZ5VJI/AAAAAAAAYfo/A8MLtMzMSQs7YMwdJjoWtTYii8aOKo1sgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/97475932_10100985292893556_720679230047780864_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="960" height="216" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ovsz5UFEpg/XrnF8EZ5VJI/AAAAAAAAYfo/A8MLtMzMSQs7YMwdJjoWtTYii8aOKo1sgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/97475932_10100985292893556_720679230047780864_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm able to drive again, so on my way to the orthopedic center, I stopped to see what Michael was up to at the shop in Matthews where he spends most of his time. There were tables set up with kits to be assembled. On the first meeting of robotics students five showed up and assembled 150 face shields. Later that day he delivered, to the Anderson team mentor, boxes of shields and kits to be assembled and shipped. Now he is cutting hundreds, even thousands, of ear savers, i.e. surgical mask tension relief bands.<span style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmnDWT5JKuE/XrnFgHEejQI/AAAAAAAAYfY/pVW40MCWhtc1uq4YleiL_IR6ScAKDmlnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Production.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmnDWT5JKuE/XrnFgHEejQI/AAAAAAAAYfY/pVW40MCWhtc1uq4YleiL_IR6ScAKDmlnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Production.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">While I was there, the local paper was delivered with an article our friend wrote about the work we've been involved in.</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/-UFJkcVf9THQ/XrnFqAvWP5I/AAAAAAAAYfc/X68L5SgYfQIge3dEV81sNDlj0bC46w4eACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96263519_10219760657339964_5014424929974616064_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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/-UFJkcVf9THQ/XrnFqAvWP5I/AAAAAAAAYfc/X68L5SgYfQIge3dEV81sNDlj0bC46w4eACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/96263519_10219760657339964_5014424929974616064_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: left;">Oh, and about the appointment: my ankle is healing but not there yet, so I must continue to keep it fully supported with the boot (always outdoors), and/or a brace (indoors).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm so grateful for online views into the homes of our loved ones. Here are a couple favorite sights of baby Kalani.</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/-rvPHI_MS4Gs/XrnGGj3NNII/AAAAAAAAYfs/kydKRf4_PoM7nTlIl90_ThFH_SN9VNbpACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96841357_10100985309016246_1787487052686688256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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/-rvPHI_MS4Gs/XrnGGj3NNII/AAAAAAAAYfs/kydKRf4_PoM7nTlIl90_ThFH_SN9VNbpACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/96841357_10100985309016246_1787487052686688256_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww! That's his blankie!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyAsyBrWruA/Xrq1Q1oNnYI/AAAAAAAAYf8/2vm85NGcLggBLdycfpp9IRkxFDMeCNoIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96423800_10157402593282934_2174011938705506304_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="591" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyAsyBrWruA/Xrq1Q1oNnYI/AAAAAAAAYf8/2vm85NGcLggBLdycfpp9IRkxFDMeCNoIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/96423800_10157402593282934_2174011938705506304_o.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's so alert, when he's awake.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla was kind to send me a photo of Daddy Skye, now in his third week of work at Ivanhoe's.</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/-rv9MebwQL2k/XrnB42rB2sI/AAAAAAAAYfM/5OjHE2y94BwRzA6NdDVJGVtOBjlUw6ZzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Skye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="538" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rv9MebwQL2k/XrnB42rB2sI/AAAAAAAAYfM/5OjHE2y94BwRzA6NdDVJGVtOBjlUw6ZzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Skye.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, I found out that there was going to be a Zoom meeting for those who had served on the ship Doulos from '83-'85. Our family joined in '78 and left mid '83, so there were not as many that I remembered, but a few very good friends were there. It was an especially inspiring meeting with 60 plus people participating (three Zoom-pages worth of screens) from all over the world and lasted over three hours. Each person had one minute to share their stories. Wow!</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/-bVgyTuL1zsI/XrmxFYAuvhI/AAAAAAAAYes/EVdwN_7wgDoUHRXobq_k2y0o0F-5oBZkACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96580600_10100984618789466_5202338837325414400_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/-bVgyTuL1zsI/XrmxFYAuvhI/AAAAAAAAYes/EVdwN_7wgDoUHRXobq_k2y0o0F-5oBZkACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/96580600_10100984618789466_5202338837325414400_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Almost immediately after it was over and Michael was back from working at the shop, we had a very special pre-Mother's Day visit. How wonderful to see our dear ones face to face. They brought much cheer, and lovely gifts (the plant to the right) and sweet words voiced and written in a card.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJHB03CMhE4/XrmwNORmuJI/AAAAAAAAYeY/8DwCb3hXMcMsyMcpMuPmc7VhDvZK7WupwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96782133_10100984616793466_4888252246950674432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="960" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJHB03CMhE4/XrmwNORmuJI/AAAAAAAAYeY/8DwCb3hXMcMsyMcpMuPmc7VhDvZK7WupwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/96782133_10100984616793466_4888252246950674432_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 brought more surprise visitors! We are so blessed to have our children living in the area.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Each one expressed their love on Mother's Day.</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/-N6sNs7fRBS8/XrmwHF63mAI/AAAAAAAAYeU/sZOGI7xIdsMJBFebUK5s-iPovymppb0cwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96686860_10100984617581886_8566761525451161600_n%2B%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="730" height="317" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6sNs7fRBS8/XrmwHF63mAI/AAAAAAAAYeU/sZOGI7xIdsMJBFebUK5s-iPovymppb0cwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/96686860_10100984617581886_8566761525451161600_n%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Now that the ice carving business is non-existent, Stephan started working this week at&nbsp;<a href="https://www.houzz.com/professionals/design-build-firms/fuller-architectural-hardwoods-pfvwus-pf~343982305">Fuller Architectural Hardwoods</a>&nbsp;only three minutes from his home in Daleville.<br /><br />The last visitor of the week was Harvey the groundhog. He races around our deck almost every day. To my surprise, this time he actually paused and stared at me for a minute or two before sauntering off.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZchFPAPIbk/XrmwczyXgLI/AAAAAAAAYek/AwxPWLxoxRofuA_wyJqoHGUSp5lCxkA-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96857506_10100984617971106_8382738922895048704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZchFPAPIbk/XrmwczyXgLI/AAAAAAAAYek/AwxPWLxoxRofuA_wyJqoHGUSp5lCxkA-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/96857506_10100984617971106_8382738922895048704_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbbbkSUe7vY/XrmxVk2t72I/AAAAAAAAYe0/2grRRFS0keAnZpWVlVCZD64S_L5F2jyTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/96767018_10100984617921206_6992386111427313664_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/-QbbbkSUe7vY/XrmxVk2t72I/AAAAAAAAYe0/2grRRFS0keAnZpWVlVCZD64S_L5F2jyTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/96767018_10100984617921206_6992386111427313664_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Any surprises in your neck of the woods?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/z0ipgDd0zrY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Life goes on . . . https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/05/life-goes-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:876294a6-5545-c37b-e4c1-869eda972b51 Tue, 05 May 2020 22:09:20 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yet another Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin--roses and two kinds of irises.</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/-dwNcdoj_75E/XrAmQV1cnJI/AAAAAAAAYcM/QzWRgOg_TKwB3cg-kzXAIrSMEwUHt8rAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B5-3%255B6144%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwNcdoj_75E/XrAmQV1cnJI/AAAAAAAAYcM/QzWRgOg_TKwB3cg-kzXAIrSMEwUHt8rAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B5-3%255B6144%255D.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />My delightful Monday visitors--Kayla and Rebecca and . . . (don't know the name of her little companion).&nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqRlCX2TB1Y/XrAmNIXJ_fI/AAAAAAAAYcg/DrRvWB7riTkgdR7Ii8sDcNruYAq31BKzACEwYBhgL/s1600/95695014_10100978292257886_1327073293064208384_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="624" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqRlCX2TB1Y/XrAmNIXJ_fI/AAAAAAAAYcg/DrRvWB7riTkgdR7Ii8sDcNruYAq31BKzACEwYBhgL/s400/95695014_10100978292257886_1327073293064208384_n.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They planned to explore the woods and have lunch at the picnic table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BH_oqSYUUw/XrAvGoqMEwI/AAAAAAAAYco/So7NebqZEFIfDMyeQZuA-A9NeYsBvff2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kayla%2Bn%2BRebecca%2Bwoods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BH_oqSYUUw/XrAvGoqMEwI/AAAAAAAAYco/So7NebqZEFIfDMyeQZuA-A9NeYsBvff2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Kayla%2Bn%2BRebecca%2Bwoods.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Other types of <i>visits</i>&nbsp;followed every day of the week: phone calls from near and far; a WhatsApp hour-long conversation with a friend/cousin in New Zealand; a couple Zoom meetings. These all break the monotony of enforced isolation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sitting most of the day, has led me to learn how to better use my laptop computer. I resumed the search for information about my parents and other relatives in the digital archives of the denominational magazine. At least seven members of my father's family were involved in various ministries within the Grace Brethren Church. I discovered so many interesting tidbits in the 1947 volume, that I decided to summarize my gleanings and share them with the Hoyt Cousins. While still learning how to navigate these online resources, I am also grateful for the progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Michael, my saintly husband, (this week an old friend of mine called him a <i>saint</i>) has not slowed down at all even with the additional load of household chores.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When he ran out of materials for the tension relief bands, he began cutting plastic shields and putting together kits for PhyXTGear volunteers to assemble in their homes. Another team unrolls and cuts the enormous 1000 lb. roll of plastic that was donated. Michael then laser-cuts the workable-size sheets following a standard pattern for shields. He can prepare up to 50 kits per hour.&nbsp; Most of that time he spends on his feet.</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/-9BVbQzMkBP8/XrAmNKVYTmI/AAAAAAAAYcc/ZVKbgzayIxMKJHG8iw62BAOJm3v1QEXdgCEwYBhgL/s1600/95428657_10100976399206576_5194112566204301312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BVbQzMkBP8/XrAmNKVYTmI/AAAAAAAAYcc/ZVKbgzayIxMKJHG8iw62BAOJm3v1QEXdgCEwYBhgL/s200/95428657_10100976399206576_5194112566204301312_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some days after hours of work at the shop, he still goes out for a 20-mile bicycle ride. Saturday, he joined seven other riders on a for his first long ride of the season, 85 miles! The weather was beautiful the governor had lifted the stay-at-home order, so many people were out enjoying the Greenway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">St. Michael's culinary exploits continue. This week's winner was a round of cheese. When I asked what inspired him, he said he'd been thinking and reading about it for over a year! The experience proved to be far easier than he anticipated, and tasty 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/-aaCL-Z7CpT0/XrAmN7AINdI/AAAAAAAAYcY/06EBIZzmZv8ZeDluwQhX3a5Gw1CU3A-GACEwYBhgL/s1600/96103472_10100978292222956_3820782148944658432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaCL-Z7CpT0/XrAmN7AINdI/AAAAAAAAYcY/06EBIZzmZv8ZeDluwQhX3a5Gw1CU3A-GACEwYBhgL/s200/96103472_10100978292222956_3820782148944658432_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was reminded of how he got into beekeeping. First he read and studied about them for over a year, then he jumped into the business.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last weekend, he purchased two packages of bees to replace the ones lost over the winter. Installing and feeding them is an added chore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We rolled over into a new month. When I turned the calendar page to May, there were sweet reminders of Mom's last Mother's on earth, and Rebecca's visit to her great great grandmother.</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/-S9OH77YGQuY/XrAmNLC39XI/AAAAAAAAYcQ/lMV_Jga0xQwegbaaKzESvN1ZZq8lIQW4gCEwYBhgL/s1600/95945037_10100978292123156_8390281632791134208_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="566" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9OH77YGQuY/XrAmNLC39XI/AAAAAAAAYcQ/lMV_Jga0xQwegbaaKzESvN1ZZq8lIQW4gCEwYBhgL/s400/95945037_10100978292123156_8390281632791134208_n.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday marked the third week since the misstep that changed my routines drastically. Yet here I am dressed and ready for a new day, and all by myself!&nbsp; I'm beginning to get around better, finding ways to help with a few tasks, and gradually putting more weight on the left foot.&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/-0q0jetgHsuE/XrAmNjolPtI/AAAAAAAAYcU/qnztyKANiA03n85ubuzdhfm_gXJ-m4FRACEwYBhgL/s1600/96082746_10100978292193016_1212512264578400256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="556" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0q0jetgHsuE/XrAmNjolPtI/AAAAAAAAYcU/qnztyKANiA03n85ubuzdhfm_gXJ-m4FRACEwYBhgL/s400/96082746_10100978292193016_1212512264578400256_n.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are so grateful for livestream resources from our church--Bible studies, a couple Touch Point segments per week to keep us informed and connected, and especially the Sunday morning worship service. The first Sunday of the month we celebrate communion. We were prepared here at home with a version of the bread and the cup. Though meaningful, it is not quite the same without our church family.</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/-imm5MtOULtQ/XrAmOaLXhHI/AAAAAAAAYcc/vgA1LgijDzcnSrY6Nz17Av-TLxu7CVaDwCEwYBhgL/s1600/96142499_10100978291938526_2983553908963540992_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="584" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imm5MtOULtQ/XrAmOaLXhHI/AAAAAAAAYcc/vgA1LgijDzcnSrY6Nz17Av-TLxu7CVaDwCEwYBhgL/s200/96142499_10100978291938526_2983553908963540992_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="121" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of bread, Stephan baked a bunch for Saturday morning sale&nbsp;in their kiosk at the top of the lane. It was gone before noon.</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/-LOGx-R6yx_4/XrAzHpJktXI/AAAAAAAAYc8/F4T1k5AncCQ8e6w7VQ2jua1OaDglppZbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOGx-R6yx_4/XrAzHpJktXI/AAAAAAAAYc8/F4T1k5AncCQ8e6w7VQ2jua1OaDglppZbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bread.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The stay-at-home order and no ice sculpture deadlines, allowed Stephan to tackle a list of big projects--clean and paint the barn, build a three-point carry-all, among others.&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/-KDNPj37aHyY/XrAv6BLMH-I/AAAAAAAAYcw/1LSNGGAkOz0iHxsZHxD7u5xAP-W8eIPWgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/95282404_10158623670509767_1075793723150827520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="562" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDNPj37aHyY/XrAv6BLMH-I/AAAAAAAAYcw/1LSNGGAkOz0iHxsZHxD7u5xAP-W8eIPWgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/95282404_10158623670509767_1075793723150827520_n.jpg" width="239" /></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 will close with a poetic quote I came across in the archives from my scholarly uncle, Dr. Herman A. Hoyt:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The clouds may come and the clouds may go,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the winds of life may breathe and blow,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But the value of a human soul never changes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/VN7xWjQ5w9A" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Making Lemonade https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/making-lemonade/ Invisible Issues urn:uuid:cea18106-b659-063f-b7bc-43fda578730f Thu, 30 Apr 2020 22:21:10 -0400 Earlier this month, I received a lovely card from my cousin Carolyn. We don’t see each other often, but she frequently sends cards with thoughtful, hand-written messages. This one was perfect. Someday (after we say, “strange, uncertain, and unprecedented” a hundred more times), hopefully we can look back and see some silver linings and rainbows. &#8230; <a href="https://angieknight.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/making-lemonade/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Making Lemonade"</span></a> Interview, Review, and Giveaway https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/interview-review-and-giveaway/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:d38b211b-de58-d985-6721-bee6f59bbf41 Thu, 30 Apr 2020 11:55:08 -0400 I met Jen Turano a few years ago at a writing conference. She took me to coffee and told me about how she started as a writer and asked me about my own projects. I am very excited to have the opportunity to interview her about her latest book, Storing Up Trouble. Make sure you&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/interview-review-and-giveaway/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Interview, Review, and&#160;Giveaway</span></a> <p>I met Jen Tur<img data-attachment-id="1498" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/interview-review-and-giveaway/51qzw8j8-jl-_sy346_/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/51qzw8j8-jl._sy346_.jpg" data-orig-size="224,346" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="51qZW8j8-JL._SY346_" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/51qzw8j8-jl._sy346_.jpg?w=194" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/51qzw8j8-jl._sy346_.jpg?w=224" class=" wp-image-1498 alignleft" style="margin:16px 16px 16px 0;outline:#777777 solid 1px;height:398px;text-align:left;color:#2c3338;text-transform:none;text-indent:0;letter-spacing:normal;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;text-decoration:none;word-spacing:0;white-space:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;float:left;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/51qzw8j8-jl._sy346_.jpg?w=258&#038;h=497" alt="51qZW8j8-JL._SY346_" width="258" height="497" />ano a few years ago at a writing conference. She took me to coffee and told me about how she started as a writer and asked me about my own projects. I am very excited to have the opportunity to interview her about her latest book, Storing Up Trouble. Make sure you leave a comment to be entered to win a copy!</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>I noticed you dedicated this book to your husband. I have to ask, was your meet cute and romance as crazy as some of your characters?</strong></p> <p>In all honesty, no, it wasn’t crazy at all, although the first time I met Al, I turned down his invitation to dinner. We met at a bar in Buffalo, NY, and he came up to me about a minute after I arrived at that bar with my sister. I thought it was rather strange that he asked me out to dinner so quickly, so I turned him down. What I didn’t know at that time was that he was actually late to have dinner with another lady that night. He left soon after I refused his dinner invitation and I ended up going out to dinner with one of his friends (which didn’t work out because I just didn’t feel a connection to that man.) Anyway, a couple of weeks later, I went to this event called The Up-Downtown Party that Buffalo held for professionals every month, and the first person I saw was Al. He just had such a wonderful smile, and seemed genuinely delighted to see me again. We started talking and I definitely felt a connection with him. We’ve been together ever since, which is now going on thirty-one years.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>I loved the cats, especially Phantom. Are you a cat person or a dog person?</strong></p> <p>I’m a dog person, although I don’t currently have a dog. My favorite breed is Australian Cattle Dogs, but after my Cattle Dog, Sasha, died three years ago at the ripe-old age of fifteen, I decided to wait a while before getting another dog. Al and I were thinking about getting a dog during this whole shelter in place business, but dogs are rather hard to come by these days, so we’ll be waiting a bit longer.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>What&#8217;s your favorite part about writing?</strong></p> <p>Writing “The End.” Hahahaha – not really. My favorite part is editing because, for me, at that point I’ve gotten the hard stuff out of the way, and it’s really fun to go back through and fluff everything up.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>I have never heard of a pistol purse before this book. Where did you discover this weapon?</strong></p> <p>I was researching different pistols that ladies frequently used during the Gilded Age and I found this picture of a pistol purse, and then I found a video of a man demonstrating how one worked. I knew I needed to fit one of them into a story, and “Storing Up Trouble” seemed the perfect place for me to do that.<img data-attachment-id="1497" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/interview-review-and-giveaway/_youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you-_/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png" data-orig-size="940,788" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="_You&#8217;re acting beyond peculiar, which is peculiar in an of itself since peculiar seems to be a common state for you._" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=940" class=" wp-image-1497 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=386&#038;h=324" alt="_You're acting beyond peculiar, which is peculiar in an of itself since peculiar seems to be a common state for you._" width="386" height="324" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=386&amp;h=324 386w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=772&amp;h=648 772w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=150&amp;h=126 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=300&amp;h=251 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/youre-acting-beyond-peculiar-which-is-peculiar-in-an-of-itself-since-peculiar-seems-to-be-a-common-state-for-you._.png?w=768&amp;h=644 768w" sizes="(max-width: 386px) 100vw, 386px" /></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>Have you ever done something crazy in the name of research?</strong></p> <p>Not really crazy, although I have been known to drag my friends to historical sites, no matter if they’re history buffs or not. I normally bribe them with lunch, dinner, or whatever enticement I think is needed to get them to accompany me.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>Who is your favorite classic author?</strong></p> <p>Edith Wharton, although Charles Dickens is also a favorite.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>I know one of your treats of choice is potato chips. What is the weirdest flavor you&#8217;ve ever tried?</strong></p> <p>Those Flaming Hot ones are interesting – and not in a good way.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>I appreciate that all your books have an interwoven spiritual truth. Do you have an idea of what it will be before you start, or does it flow from the character&#8217;s journeys?</strong></p> <p>I rarely know what the spiritual arc is going to be when I start the book – they just seem to show up as I’m writing and I take it from there.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>The scenes in the store fascinated me. If you had to choose one of the jobs to work, what would it be?</strong></p> <p>Since I have a background working in department stores, I’ve done all of the jobs Beatrix works on in the book, except for the coat check because none of the stores I worked in offered that service. Frankly, though, I don’t really care for sales at all, so I wouldn’t want to work any of the positions I gave to Beatrix, preferring the buying offices to anything on the floor.   <img data-attachment-id="1501" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/interview-review-and-giveaway/hand-2912572_640/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png" data-orig-size="640,640" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="hand-2912572_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png?w=640" class=" wp-image-1501 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png?w=352&#038;h=352" alt="hand-2912572_640" width="352" height="352" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png?w=352&amp;h=352 352w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png?w=300&amp;h=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/04/hand-2912572_640.png 640w" sizes="(max-width: 352px) 100vw, 352px" /></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>You are known for giving your characters unique&#8211;but historically authentic&#8211;names. What is the absolute favorite name you&#8217;ve ever found/used?</strong></p> <p>Gertrude Cadwallader – probably because my sister used to have a hamster named Gertrude.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>Storing Up Trouble was the last book in the series, do you ever feel sad to let the characters go?</strong></p> <p>Nope – by the time I’m done with a series, I’m normally tired of the characters and am perfectly happy to see the last of them. I also never read my books once they go into print because, well, it’s not like I don’t know how they end.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>Can you share any teasers about your next book?</strong></p> <p>My next series surrounds a group of ladies who, because of necessity, form a most unusual agency – The Bleeker Street Inquiry Agency. The first book in the series, “To Steal a Heart” releases in November, 2020, and it’s about Miss Gabriella Goodhue, who spent her childhood living on the means streets in Five Points as a thief. Gabriella has some interesting skills that aid the Bleeker Street Inquiry Agency, and when she runs into Mr. Nicholas Quinn, a friend from her past, while in a rather tricky situation, they soon find themselves embroiled in a mystery that could very well see both of them dead.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><strong>Thank you so much for sharing! </strong></p> <p><b>Some special notes. </b></p> <ol> <li><b>My review of Storing Up Trouble is included below.</b></li> <li><b>As a lover of happy endings, I was excited to hear that Jen and her husband adopted a sweet new dog! There was a slight delay in posting this to make sure the post office open.</b></li> <li><b>The post office needed to be open because Jen has offered to send out Storing Up Trouble. To enter to receive a copy of Storing Up Trouble, comment below. A smiley face, photo of your pet, or emoticon are also acceptable. <img src="https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/72x72/1f642.png" alt=" Another week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/another-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2b2828c5-73e6-1fa5-3ec1-b6f012bd4f33 Tue, 28 Apr 2020 15:45:48 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another beautiful Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin. The more I enlarged the photo, the greater my wonder at the delicate colors gauziness of the petals.</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/-b7jvd9cwuPI/XqeNbdZNWYI/AAAAAAAAYZc/J_efIN5NHHYej6ZK6WCLK0kb_KXc7D8TgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B4-26-20.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/-b7jvd9cwuPI/XqeNbdZNWYI/AAAAAAAAYZc/J_efIN5NHHYej6ZK6WCLK0kb_KXc7D8TgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B4-26-20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;My friend Georgia came by Monday. I urged her to pick the last of the flowers. She found this beauty.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIMCF9NrWlA/XqeNs8I1zkI/AAAAAAAAYZ0/ZQ0O724t-LUoHpE5wGsdFU3fpo3ITfpzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/94127876_10100965395817456_8534994727559233536_o.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/-qIMCF9NrWlA/XqeNs8I1zkI/AAAAAAAAYZ0/ZQ0O724t-LUoHpE5wGsdFU3fpo3ITfpzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/94127876_10100965395817456_8534994727559233536_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And she dropped off a favorite sandwich from a local cafe, The Bridge, along with a couple pieces of art. She's been painting rocks and hiding them in places to cheer people. It had been her intention for me to search for them, but since I am confined to my chair for a time, they simply adorned the lunch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wish you could appreciate the exquisite details of her amazing miniature art.</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/-4vNrtFFBTTM/XqhPb4n__iI/AAAAAAAAYaM/MCacFjNRXTQJ-BUjxuICpd2xNowndimOACEwYBhgL/s1600/94774514_10100965361206816_8725903622979715072_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" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vNrtFFBTTM/XqhPb4n__iI/AAAAAAAAYaM/MCacFjNRXTQJ-BUjxuICpd2xNowndimOACEwYBhgL/s400/94774514_10100965361206816_8725903622979715072_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The mail brings lovely and fun surprises almost daily. The get-well cards were a delightful mix of humor and sweet sentiments.</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/-AMD1OkjjCv4/XqhPxLX1GwI/AAAAAAAAYaY/_3zEVNf63wkfkFOUKoUmWCMd1MLArNCWQCEwYBhgL/s1600/94610117_10100968974440866_5177125227519279104_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/-AMD1OkjjCv4/XqhPxLX1GwI/AAAAAAAAYaY/_3zEVNf63wkfkFOUKoUmWCMd1MLArNCWQCEwYBhgL/s400/94610117_10100968974440866_5177125227519279104_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;">Phone conversations can be a wonderful and meaningful diversion. Tuesday was my Uncle Dan's 102nd birthday and I had a lovely conversation with him! He is now the last of the six Hirschy siblings left. He still enjoys life, even with the increasing limitations of his advanced age. He's looking forward to going outside and working in the raised bed garden as the weather improves. I told him I'd think of him as I hobble around with the walker.</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/-WalLB_3mSf8/XqhRLPCQhsI/AAAAAAAAYaw/CLZ9s8DsMe8fN27UwW75-B_w_51snMoiACEwYBhgL/s1600/217062_588414337406_6689262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="720" height="250" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WalLB_3mSf8/XqhRLPCQhsI/AAAAAAAAYaw/CLZ9s8DsMe8fN27UwW75-B_w_51snMoiACEwYBhgL/s400/217062_588414337406_6689262_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daniel, Philip, Kathryn</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday we went back to the orthopedic center. The ankle is healing with proper alignment so that is good. I now have a walker and have permission to gradually begin to put some weight on that left foot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday I had special visitors and was allowed to hold my new great grandson!</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/-ebGj_mlaEik/XqeNaFFMwAI/AAAAAAAAYZw/bnr1EQz_SkA49MKi_ghPZXqZRjk9eHI1ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Skye%2Bfam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="148" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebGj_mlaEik/XqeNaFFMwAI/AAAAAAAAYZw/bnr1EQz_SkA49MKi_ghPZXqZRjk9eHI1ACEwYBhgL/s400/Skye%2Bfam.jpg" width="247" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Destiny, Skye and Kalani</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HusIhrD4H1A/XqeODdbxVyI/AAAAAAAAYZ8/pykyh5OPv4UhtJ_IkSuhZZWgYnETbT_bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/95120296_10100968973647456_7258654507318378496_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/-HusIhrD4H1A/XqeODdbxVyI/AAAAAAAAYZ8/pykyh5OPv4UhtJ_IkSuhZZWgYnETbT_bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/95120296_10100968973647456_7258654507318378496_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5svKP98QBlA/XqhWKhx_VII/AAAAAAAAYbI/Q1IAPgxU2NcfWLYGBaEtv1MKG6c1IIycwCEwYBhgL/s1600/95327840_10100973305865656_6711807975427670016_o.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="534" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5svKP98QBlA/XqhWKhx_VII/AAAAAAAAYbI/Q1IAPgxU2NcfWLYGBaEtv1MKG6c1IIycwCEwYBhgL/s320/95327840_10100973305865656_6711807975427670016_o.jpg" width="178" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks to this confinement, I had time to remake and finish Kalani's <i>blankie</i>. I didn't like the first attempt so I <i>frogged&nbsp;</i>the project completely (in knitting terms it means to unravel).&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdCnJ_E4bY8/XqhSrmgYg6I/AAAAAAAAYa4/0YCyiT1OcTALHpHAQQrfJwl8Ff60q9JewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kalani%2Bblankie.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="691" data-original-width="950" height="145" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdCnJ_E4bY8/XqhSrmgYg6I/AAAAAAAAYa4/0YCyiT1OcTALHpHAQQrfJwl8Ff60q9JewCLcBGAsYHQ/s200/Kalani%2Bblankie.png" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eyelet Stripe Baby Blanket&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Another type of face-to-face visit was our weekly Writers' Bloc Zoom meeting. These days we are very grateful for technology that allows us to continue sharing each other's writing projects.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eA4tLycNeWY/XqeNaWY_NXI/AAAAAAAAYZo/vH4vl_bETe4OYF317OFKsEyjSIBricIvACEwYBhgL/s1600/WB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="294" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eA4tLycNeWY/XqeNaWY_NXI/AAAAAAAAYZo/vH4vl_bETe4OYF317OFKsEyjSIBricIvACEwYBhgL/s320/WB.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those are some of the interesting distractions of each day. However, every day, all week, I have been plodding in <a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/gifts-in-confinement.html">the process</a> of mailing the surgical mask relief tension bands, as described in the previous <a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/gifts-in-confinement.html">blog post</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/-g4rmgVl00Qk/XqeNnGDUMzI/AAAAAAAAYZ4/15BuUZeZrTAhZtYPMzt4y2Le1Sb3KW8vgCEwYBhgL/s1600/94149192_10100965361146936_7648880164792696832_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/-g4rmgVl00Qk/XqeNnGDUMzI/AAAAAAAAYZ4/15BuUZeZrTAhZtYPMzt4y2Le1Sb3KW8vgCEwYBhgL/s320/94149192_10100965361146936_7648880164792696832_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;">It's been fun to receive thank you notes, even a photo, and requests for more. So Michael has been busy all week laser cutting hundred, even thousands more.</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/-SYvB3Yimx2E/Xqh-PaxGpVI/AAAAAAAAYbQ/_sDiGM1rhAA8EgeI6qZkS4zA_dJ5jfo4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/relief%2Btension%2Bbands%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYvB3Yimx2E/Xqh-PaxGpVI/AAAAAAAAYbQ/_sDiGM1rhAA8EgeI6qZkS4zA_dJ5jfo4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/relief%2Btension%2Bbands%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On more relaxed days, like Sunday, Michael has fun cooking and baking.</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/-cBQkheKJsNU/XqeNaALu5vI/AAAAAAAAYZ4/XLQkeLRTky8FNB7_nGB5QWW-NL_r4-VCgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Michael%2Bpie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="294" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBQkheKJsNU/XqeNaALu5vI/AAAAAAAAYZ4/XLQkeLRTky8FNB7_nGB5QWW-NL_r4-VCgCEwYBhgL/s200/Michael%2Bpie.jpg" width="196" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blueberry Cherry Pie</td></tr></tbody></table>I heard a Taylor University chapel talk this week, actually by a former student from years ago. His family answers three questions&nbsp;&nbsp;every day regarding Covid 19.<br /><div><ol><li>What have we lost?</li><li>What&nbsp; is not lost?</li><li>What have we gained?</li></ol><div>They are good for all of us to ponder and always remember Jesus' words, "<span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">Do</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">not</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">&nbsp;let your hearts&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">be</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">&nbsp;troubled and&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">do</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">not</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">be</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">afraid</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><i>."&nbsp; </i>Variations of&nbsp; "Fear not," are as numerous in the Bible as the days in a year.</span></span></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Kve6LMwSrtE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Scuba Dive St. Croix Today! http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/04/23/scuba-dive-st-croix-today/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c2b69cbf-80ca-ff7c-0820-c9188aef4579 Thu, 23 Apr 2020 08:19:30 -0400 <p>Scuba dive in St. Croix today. After hours, days, weeks on zoom, an island vaca is medicine for the soul. So, let&#8217;s go! In this excerpt from Chasing Sunrise, Michael and Jerry dive the mile deep wall. A short cruise away, Jerry steered inland and anchored in the shallow water of Cane Bay. The two [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/04/23/scuba-dive-st-croix-today/">Scuba Dive St. Croix Today!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <h3>Scuba dive in St. Croix today. After hours, days, weeks on zoom, an island vaca is medicine for the soul. So, let&#8217;s go! In this excerpt from <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=chasing+sunrise&amp;qid=1587642447&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>Chasing Sunrise</em></a>, Michael and Jerry dive the mile deep wall.</h3> <p>A short cruise away, Jerry steered inland and anchored in the shallow water of Cane Bay. The two hiked up the serene beach, deep in white sand and shaded by mature palm trees. A couple of well-kept homes were visible to the east, Jerry’s Dive Shop sat across the narrow coastal road at the center of the U-shaped bay, and a small bar and grill with a thatched roof occupied a sandy patch on the west end. Like most beachfront eateries, the top half of the walls were raised and latched in place by a long drop hook. Customers at the open-air restaurant ate burgers and seafood under the shaded protection of the extended roof.</p> <p>“Best french fries on the island.” Jerry held his hands apart to indicate a generous measurement. “Piled hot and high.”</p> <p>Inside, the Dive Shop was divided into two sections. Manned by a surfer transplanted from Hawaii, whom Jerry introduced as Makani, the front of the building was a store with select merchandise for divers. Michael noted the quality name brands. Rental gear was arranged and stored in the back half next to an office. Lined with wide benches, a broad porch ran the length of the low wooden building where locals congregated to drink beer and eat french fries while sharing news, and tourists sat to pull on wet suits and strap on their tanks.</p> <p>“Pick what you want.” Jack indicated the rental gear. From the office, he shouldered his own dive gear and walked to the porch.</p> <p>With a practiced eye, Michael selected a short wetsuit. Not a fan of sea urchin quills, he added dive shoes and gloves.</p> <p>Outside on the porch, Jerry and Michael suited up, hoisted their heavy tanks, and retraced their path back across the narrow road and down the beach to the boat. Jerry trolled out to deeper water and shut off the motor. From a supply container, he passed Michael a dive light and tucked a second one into his belt next to his dive knife.</p> <p>Michael glanced down at the clear water and estimated he could see thirty feet below. “A dive light?”</p> <p>Jerry nodded. “You’ll need one where we’re going.”</p> <p>Michael surveyed the clear blue water stretching as far as he could see.</p> <p>“We’re diving the wall,” Jerry explained. “A mile straight down. Gets pretty dark pretty quick.”</p> <p>Michael secured the dive light next to his own dive knife. Equipped with tanks, regulators, and masks, the two dropped over the side of the boat.</p> <p>The water was comfortably warm, nurturing colorful coral gardens. Bright fish leisurely went about their lives, keeping a wary eye on the approaching divers. Jerry led the way to a hollow in the rocks and coral. A young sea turtle dozed in the secluded spot while an eel peered at the newcomers from the protection of his rock den. Jerry swam to the bottom, about thirty feet below the boat, and picked up a large conch shell the size of the sea captain’s head. He handed the superb specimen to Michael, who ran an appreciative hand across the beautiful surface and then turned the shell over to view the firm muscle of the mature creature inside.</p> <p>Michael replaced the conch and turned to see a full-grown sea turtle cruise past. With an efficient kick, Jerry paced the turtle and reached for the top of his shell. The two swam on together like an underwater waltz before the hitchhiker released his hold and circled back to Michael while the turtle continued to swim on.</p> <p>The divers swam north to a steep sand chute. Jerry aimed his flashlight ahead and descended. Michael flicked on his own dive light and followed.</p> <p>Plate coral covered one side and large patches of elephant ear sponge occupied the other. At the end of the sharp drop was a natural doorway in the rock that Jerry easily slipped through. On the far side of the opening, both men turned off their lights, and Michael gazed in wonder at the rich expanse of deep blue.</p> <p>Jerry glanced back, and seeing that his dive buddy was close, he paddled through the gentle current to a velvet cerulean opening. Once again following the older man’s flashlight beam, Michael smoothly shot down this passageway like autumn cider through a funnel. He felt their speed and depth rapidly increase until the two swimmers emerged into the ocean and Michael looked at his depth gauge. One hundred feet.</p> <p>At his side, Jerry pointed to the vertical wall they had just come through. From east to west, the majestic face stretched as far as Michael could see. As they swam west, he saw the wall was textured with spur and groove formations carved by the ocean’s powerful and constant surge. Sand-chute doorways marked the wall nearly every thirty yards. Between the chutes, overgrown plate corals resembled petrified waterfalls tumbling down the abrupt precipice of this magnificent natural underwater formation to the abyss below.</p> <p>Michael pointed down and used sign language to ask Jerry how deep. The older man shrugged and signaled about three thousand feet.</p> <p>Jerry held his position, allowing Michael to admire the drama of the unique seascape. A pair of graceful french angelfish glided by a tiger tail sea cucumber in this silent wonderland where the only sound Michael could hear was his own even breathing. Dropping lower, the wall became a continuous surface no longer broken by openings. Intrepid wire corals grew straight out from the wall’s exterior, balanced above the emptiness beneath. Unaffected by unique vistas, fish swam by, occasionally flitting to the wall to nibble.</p> <p>Too soon, Jerry tapped his air gauge and pointed at the surface. Michael gave him the international okay sign, and the older man guided them toward the nearest sand chute. This passage was narrower, and with the bulky tanks strapped on their backs, the divers barely passed through the winding passage that dissected the reef. Bright yellow star-encrusted sponges lined smaller passages that branched off this channel in both directions. Passing the last porthole, Michael saw a porcupine fish gamely watch him go by much like a pirate guarding his cave of hidden treasure.</p> <p>Then, they were back in the brilliant sunshine above the wall. Swimming east, they passed through a coral garden where schools of bright tinfoil barbs darted by a lone blue parrotfish. Sea urchin clusters covered rocks near fire coral. Something caught Michael’s eye, and he swam over to get a better look. Half-hidden in the sand next to an aged brain coral specimen was a metal cylinder. Michael brushed away the sand. Jerry joined him and they uncovered an object six feet long and two feet in diameter. Curious, Michael ran his hand down the length and tried to lift it, but the man-made device was too heavy.</p> <p>Once more, Jerry tapped the air gauge and pointed to the surface. Michael nodded, took a look around to mentally mark this spot and followed Jerry back to the boat. Surfacing, Michael spit out his regulator and pulled off his facemask. Jerry did the same, slid off his flippers, and climbed the ladder hanging from the back of the boat.</p> <p>“That last patch,” Jerry said, stowing his flippers and gloves, “is a good spot for training new divers. We also use it for night dives.”</p> <p>Michael swung himself into the boat that gently rocked under their weight. “What was that metal thing?”</p> <p>“Sonobuoy.”</p> <p>“I’ve seen ’em.” Michael held his hands close to indicate a length. “They’re closer to four inches wide, not two feet.”</p> <p>“Modern ones.” Jerry stored his tanks and opened a cooler. He tossed a juice bottle to Michael. “That one’s from World War II.” Michael whistled through his teeth. “Had a guy spend a summer diving with me to find those.” Jerry peeled off his wetsuit. “He said when he was in the war he spit ’em out through a hole on the side of a P-3 Orion four-engine turboprop. An array uncoiled and hung down in the water for six hours. Then some dissolvable part …” He paused, searching for a word.</p> <p>“Dissolved,” Michael offered the obvious.</p> <p>“Dissolved, yes, and seawater flooded the compartment, and they sank.”</p> <p>“Why here?” Michael shook his head. “No German U-boats would waste their time near the island with bigger and better targets in the north.”</p> <p>Jerry swallowed the last of his drink. “This was the perfect place for the military to do deep-water testing close to shore.”</p> <p>“Did your friend find any of his buoys?”</p> <p>“We salvaged one.” Jerry smiled at the memory. “He was pretty happy with it, kinda like finding an old friend.”</p> <p>Michael finished his drink. “A tad big to take back as luggage on a plane.”</p> <p>Jerry secured the anchor. “Went to a museum.”</p> <p>Michael looked out to sea where they had just been. “That one would be valuable to someone.”</p> <p>Jerry grunted and started the motor.</p> <h3>Grab a copy of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=chasing+sunrise&amp;qid=1587642447&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Chasing Sunrise</a> and escape to the islands for a mental vaca! It will nourish your soul to keep a piece of paradise with you.</h3> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-7536" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></a></p> <h3><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=chasing+sunrise&amp;qid=1587642447&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><i>Chasing Sunrise</i></a> explores betrayal, friendship, integrity, and the life-changing gifts of love and hope.<b>—<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Richard-Paul-Evans/e/B001J93AYO?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2&amp;qid=1587644333&amp;sr=1-2">Richard Paul Evans</a></b>, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author</h3> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/04/23/scuba-dive-st-croix-today/">Scuba Dive St. Croix Today!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Gifts in Confinement https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/gifts-in-confinement.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e23540ba-0a04-b236-4bd3-b964926593cf Wed, 22 Apr 2020 10:47:48 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whenever possible I like to open the weekly blog post with flowers. My dear cousin in Tennessee. began sharing her Sunday bouquets with me. What a gift! She has a wonderful garden and has for years made a weekly arrangement for her church. She continues preparing the beautiful displays, except that now they grace her front porch for any passersby to enjoy. Now all my readers everywhere will be blessed by Karin's 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/-5uHgpyc1IaY/Xp9D0_vsk0I/AAAAAAAAYWI/8Q2do7LWub83khPNgaqMIoJayKUD_fLcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_bouquet%2Bfor%2B4-19-20.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/-5uHgpyc1IaY/Xp9D0_vsk0I/AAAAAAAAYWI/8Q2do7LWub83khPNgaqMIoJayKUD_fLcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_bouquet%2Bfor%2B4-19-20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />Crutches were among Monday's gifts. Moriah offered to bring a pair from their family's supplies. Isn't she cute here trying them out pretending to be me, the shorty. <br />Her other reason for venturing out was to pick up clothes and items left in her room in the hasty departure when the initial quarantine was announced.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sq1Yx2lF9U/Xp-KuDO5IGI/AAAAAAAAYXg/n5ftICBdfQQqcjVDFWB1KptnLgb14nd-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/crut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="376" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sq1Yx2lF9U/Xp-KuDO5IGI/AAAAAAAAYXg/n5ftICBdfQQqcjVDFWB1KptnLgb14nd-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/crut.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mike and Moriah helped get me out of the house and into the car to go for an X-ray of my left ankle and foot. The next day Michael and I managed the transfer to and from the car safely for our trip to the Central Indiana Orthopedics. Dr. Haller, the same doctor that treated me after the tandem accident, confirmed the ankle fracture and ordered: a boot and no weight bearing for two weeks at least.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Although very grateful for them, I am not a fan of crutches. I limit my trips as much as possible (no pun intended). I've almost decided it is more limiting to be lame in one foot than two arms. However, it could be that I've forgotten what last July was like.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The comfortable recliner, surrounded by all my "stuff" (cell phone, laptop, chargers, notebook, journal, writing and coloring tools, puzzle books, knitting project, water) is a blessing.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMzdLLHgx08/Xp9DkUVbimI/AAAAAAAAYWE/tf4iMjLydsIDUW0Nsj8HX3QTFNjNWRVhgCEwYBhgL/s1600/94252716_10100964007539576_9198398610209767424_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/-EMzdLLHgx08/Xp9DkUVbimI/AAAAAAAAYWE/tf4iMjLydsIDUW0Nsj8HX3QTFNjNWRVhgCEwYBhgL/s320/94252716_10100964007539576_9198398610209767424_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A piece of equipment I use all the time now, was a gift from Michael some time ago--a Furinno adjustable TV tray/ computer desk.<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/-rFokh7Nxj14/Xp9DlAirzsI/AAAAAAAAYWM/YP9PTFrR48Ifo0URqyiwO0YaBgIMLXhGACEwYBhgL/s1600/94455138_10100964007494666_4798677697515487232_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/-rFokh7Nxj14/Xp9DlAirzsI/AAAAAAAAYWM/YP9PTFrR48Ifo0URqyiwO0YaBgIMLXhGACEwYBhgL/s320/94455138_10100964007494666_4798677697515487232_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;">As I sit here and watch Michael cook, clean and do all the things I would do if I were able-footed, I am very grateful for a husband who lives out the "in sickness" part of the vows without complaining.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In a small way I've been helping out with his latest project. I look up the physicians of the area and address hundreds of envelopes.</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/--FZ5CJyCxto/Xp9vUItOIPI/AAAAAAAAYWs/UvNQzqzuLWQF4jpUnCT3GK3MmakIm_yxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/94369500_10100965361236756_2776290065842700288_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/--FZ5CJyCxto/Xp9vUItOIPI/AAAAAAAAYWs/UvNQzqzuLWQF4jpUnCT3GK3MmakIm_yxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/94369500_10100965361236756_2776290065842700288_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next I move over to the counter to stick on stamps and return address labels before stuffing them.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8Ns2NIDzao/Xp-UbLbAU6I/AAAAAAAAYX0/ngmaDapm6yMezSudaQaaUx2CWkpLKq2uQCEwYBhgL/s1600/picmonkey_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="363" height="273" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8Ns2NIDzao/Xp-UbLbAU6I/AAAAAAAAYX0/ngmaDapm6yMezSudaQaaUx2CWkpLKq2uQCEwYBhgL/s400/picmonkey_image.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;">Each one must contain a letter and fifteen surgical mask tension relief bands. This is how they are worn (except for the mask elastic hooked on my earring, ha).</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/-HDsgC0OQ3TM/Xp9wssBPsKI/AAAAAAAAYW8/WZJDWY3WC3c1TlCzqx1qzVYD1Ie03GfogCEwYBhgL/s1600/94147997_10100965360583066_8615573601136934912_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDsgC0OQ3TM/Xp9wssBPsKI/AAAAAAAAYW8/WZJDWY3WC3c1TlCzqx1qzVYD1Ie03GfogCEwYBhgL/s320/94147997_10100965360583066_8615573601136934912_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Walmart donated the plastic folders used for cutting out 26 bands each with the laser cutter at the robotics shop.</div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #f2f3f5; color: #1c1e21; font-family: &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Your local Marion store 1294 had the opportunity to donate to a cause that hits close to home for each of us. It makes us so proud that we had the opportunity to donate 300 folders that will be used for our brothers and sisters on the front line! Thank</span></span><span style="background-color: #f2f3f5; color: #1c1e21; font-family: &quot;helvetica&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">s to PhyxtGEARS for reaching out and giving us the opportunity to donate to such an amazing cause. These folders will be used to make Surgical Mask Tension Release Bands. These will be donated to area essential HealthCare workers.</span></span></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I am grateful for the food set before me regularly and Michael's specials, like Vermont Cheddar Bread and Butternut Bisque.<br /><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/-BxCPnoLiPc4/Xp9Dk4EbT1I/AAAAAAAAYWM/2luyCnUIszI6INXmPXIgrQcMMTPULi6HgCEwYBhgL/s1600/94305741_10100964009450746_6786640973037305856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxCPnoLiPc4/Xp9Dk4EbT1I/AAAAAAAAYWM/2luyCnUIszI6INXmPXIgrQcMMTPULi6HgCEwYBhgL/s320/94305741_10100964009450746_6786640973037305856_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geWGS_y_c2s/Xp9DkHxvhcI/AAAAAAAAYWM/StvfFwcdmTsuXuaWrTje8tHpqxsorpJtwCEwYBhgL/s1600/94196394_10100964008757136_3007631027473481728_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/-geWGS_y_c2s/Xp9DkHxvhcI/AAAAAAAAYWM/StvfFwcdmTsuXuaWrTje8tHpqxsorpJtwCEwYBhgL/s320/94196394_10100964008757136_3007631027473481728_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;">One day this week, a dear friend dropped off a sack lunch while Michael was working at the 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/-OOWPkRyBk64/XqBSPUJhyKI/AAAAAAAAYYE/oumGzF-4bzQP63qgNwpc3lCTpIJxcmyaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/94615591_10100964007454746_1595935720353038336_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/-OOWPkRyBk64/XqBSPUJhyKI/AAAAAAAAYYE/oumGzF-4bzQP63qgNwpc3lCTpIJxcmyaACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/94615591_10100964007454746_1595935720353038336_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: left;">We enjoy playing Splendor&nbsp;most evenings. We finally found a game that challenges us both equally.</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/-iQxqK5lalNs/Xp9x36qTFcI/AAAAAAAAYXM/GjK_VuAjLRwXX03MyWr5qA7ivyq72P04ACEwYBhgL/s1600/94393201_10100965364629956_8492537721707823104_o.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/-iQxqK5lalNs/Xp9x36qTFcI/AAAAAAAAYXM/GjK_VuAjLRwXX03MyWr5qA7ivyq72P04ACEwYBhgL/s320/94393201_10100965364629956_8492537721707823104_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: left;">The weekly post would not be complete without a sighting of <i>abuela's</i>&nbsp;little greats!</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/-w8DGWRFNJMo/Xp9x30YCTCI/AAAAAAAAYXE/ahcha3dNPGszWQ3Q6B_2b22pTZziku7BACEwYBhgL/s1600/94076907_10100964009490666_4366935838186012672_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="715" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8DGWRFNJMo/Xp9x30YCTCI/AAAAAAAAYXE/ahcha3dNPGszWQ3Q6B_2b22pTZziku7BACEwYBhgL/s400/94076907_10100964009490666_4366935838186012672_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;">Among the many online communications of the week--a special photo and a family consensus. From the suggestions for Mother's grave marker, Alan chose, "A woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." Proverbs 31:30</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/-d4V4uA4_BQE/Xp9x3_lcXDI/AAAAAAAAYXU/5eqord0FzDM3OXdBynPLMzXxLacT6-iAgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Grave%2Bmarker.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/-d4V4uA4_BQE/Xp9x3_lcXDI/AAAAAAAAYXU/5eqord0FzDM3OXdBynPLMzXxLacT6-iAgCEwYBhgL/s640/Grave%2Bmarker.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 will close with a meaningful poem from one of the many cards received:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her voice will echo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in memories you hold,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her smile will warm you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">through stories retold;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her love will touch you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in spirit each day,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her life will be treasured&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in beautiful ways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3QMgB3PpB9g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Gifts in Isolation https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/gifts-in-isolation.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:daeb0037-1a54-723c-e995-313c980f6cf2 Wed, 15 Apr 2020 10:36:04 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Flowers</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This may be the last bouquet I pick for awhile. (To be explained later.) How many varieties can you detect?</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/-bHPYv0qEr5k/XpUYg3P23BI/AAAAAAAAYS4/vu-yAjAYhg895sz7v0-Sn5rtukK3RcdkQCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoBd-GtO-_qAhy00ufKbd7H3R_3iXydBoQ-zlps7SI0aXTpl9gp4KhziqWzTwNckO99aIAnVozT0_RjJCaYXIEmHWn5EaJD0tkaptbl1-8kpARe-vJ5FLAmtVmHlmnKCH0miOsmzNraJ5fVzf6f_pKZlyNQv8FbPK1khPL5tt9TnP31yOjE3Pr4nASdTDxqENoZpYl7PD98w06f1YgRuM4UQ-s8EDmnJQ3CPTkQxnxC2oIR2zi8xMlMCzGO_c3s-5ywo4v8QI4tJa-SrjCfkNAGJ_xA2_Vp1lzyf4oxoIaoVEZO90iDCBXpw38loQkgioUwzUCv1hszR1JMbHYQrFeqdr3s4rcCWvk0v0O0rkEB8dmntpAvIWH7XEUJtPBGdkew1SH6JA3M-bfmkCJXh72jS8ibfjoZzldJ6mml5s5i-hZVhZNSdgusICZymNEC6QMSNIfEmFu2Vce9v1ULleUUJMGM3781ORl_BQ8ETp3QKn2IpEgArIy6ZhoHn6jOl8PPyxHUH3NTl8g1b-lmy7-Lpf0Hs1f_vhIw1eKLssXf7YW8NohAVrVh1j5t4zeq9yDhmzB8n-tExPFYHE3ThaOHDAo27Fqc9HoEwwMjU9AU/s1600/93430326_10100955955925076_7014995931669987328_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/-bHPYv0qEr5k/XpUYg3P23BI/AAAAAAAAYS4/vu-yAjAYhg895sz7v0-Sn5rtukK3RcdkQCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoBd-GtO-_qAhy00ufKbd7H3R_3iXydBoQ-zlps7SI0aXTpl9gp4KhziqWzTwNckO99aIAnVozT0_RjJCaYXIEmHWn5EaJD0tkaptbl1-8kpARe-vJ5FLAmtVmHlmnKCH0miOsmzNraJ5fVzf6f_pKZlyNQv8FbPK1khPL5tt9TnP31yOjE3Pr4nASdTDxqENoZpYl7PD98w06f1YgRuM4UQ-s8EDmnJQ3CPTkQxnxC2oIR2zi8xMlMCzGO_c3s-5ywo4v8QI4tJa-SrjCfkNAGJ_xA2_Vp1lzyf4oxoIaoVEZO90iDCBXpw38loQkgioUwzUCv1hszR1JMbHYQrFeqdr3s4rcCWvk0v0O0rkEB8dmntpAvIWH7XEUJtPBGdkew1SH6JA3M-bfmkCJXh72jS8ibfjoZzldJ6mml5s5i-hZVhZNSdgusICZymNEC6QMSNIfEmFu2Vce9v1ULleUUJMGM3781ORl_BQ8ETp3QKn2IpEgArIy6ZhoHn6jOl8PPyxHUH3NTl8g1b-lmy7-Lpf0Hs1f_vhIw1eKLssXf7YW8NohAVrVh1j5t4zeq9yDhmzB8n-tExPFYHE3ThaOHDAo27Fqc9HoEwwMjU9AU/s320/93430326_10100955955925076_7014995931669987328_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Walks</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My neighbor-friend and I went for a walk in the sunshine. In their yard they had yet another variety of daffodils, a version of the double kind.</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/-wdEsWH6Mj1Y/XpUYeTqtjcI/AAAAAAAAYS8/SX5jGbZ1bswXVz5cgdVj9OSbV8YNTQ88QCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoAlbGCVbSeMuCYKnTU4fXil5LI86rrYwa4udDASOcFLqADpvc-rsbDs6ZeiRb0t2B3s_v9nFd_QuhLAJsUpLRqe_8EbAx3jrhWXbqCYNjymXuGUQYziGhmXkIDwrBgg_sKO3GvDXfQfwWnCrfcjMTGy6fnD4kiCNWWRZoFBPfzNIO4RQIsf08z5E1JkTlEr-9_fh3e9i3aSHzj0lz1FgrG9kdMMpvL8GBGOQgKh1qphZx15FUUVzKQuiI_gOj2mnBzlOlCD4UyjBh6GXJZ_8qj5zlyHfrm6-KbMKHjvxclCvz-kPUTrQIuMZbUghu4WJKMtArbxjGkJD07sj4A8oUVfRbf2UnwWVkey61PikePHtQwCoLfOV9zouIzTo-OemQXSvLBu06iFa1edgpU7nL-LNERQ2BIV8UKe3j9yQlZkR3p6JDNkEQ2qKwf2aWG0yGZivquReyrFyB12KAauJ0mztFYtyUZzejNWGwRsTKtLZF-DmCYW68w4zkY5RiWm4jEaXFUOaYrbKBQ0Q_07jthoZq_hg34T90kBi-HCEvJtmwBnzyKCdH1e5P4izJd3y5O0rFEV1qiOLAX9HYLIXCmM-ibOZMSIHJgwkcLX9AU/s1600/93056349_10100955954927076_5901361283193634816_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/-wdEsWH6Mj1Y/XpUYeTqtjcI/AAAAAAAAYS8/SX5jGbZ1bswXVz5cgdVj9OSbV8YNTQ88QCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoAlbGCVbSeMuCYKnTU4fXil5LI86rrYwa4udDASOcFLqADpvc-rsbDs6ZeiRb0t2B3s_v9nFd_QuhLAJsUpLRqe_8EbAx3jrhWXbqCYNjymXuGUQYziGhmXkIDwrBgg_sKO3GvDXfQfwWnCrfcjMTGy6fnD4kiCNWWRZoFBPfzNIO4RQIsf08z5E1JkTlEr-9_fh3e9i3aSHzj0lz1FgrG9kdMMpvL8GBGOQgKh1qphZx15FUUVzKQuiI_gOj2mnBzlOlCD4UyjBh6GXJZ_8qj5zlyHfrm6-KbMKHjvxclCvz-kPUTrQIuMZbUghu4WJKMtArbxjGkJD07sj4A8oUVfRbf2UnwWVkey61PikePHtQwCoLfOV9zouIzTo-OemQXSvLBu06iFa1edgpU7nL-LNERQ2BIV8UKe3j9yQlZkR3p6JDNkEQ2qKwf2aWG0yGZivquReyrFyB12KAauJ0mztFYtyUZzejNWGwRsTKtLZF-DmCYW68w4zkY5RiWm4jEaXFUOaYrbKBQ0Q_07jthoZq_hg34T90kBi-HCEvJtmwBnzyKCdH1e5P4izJd3y5O0rFEV1qiOLAX9HYLIXCmM-ibOZMSIHJgwkcLX9AU/s320/93056349_10100955954927076_5901361283193634816_n.jpg" width="240" /></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;">We enjoyed conversation and observing the changes in the neighborhood. Asplundh clearance services have cut down a lot of trees and brush to open up the roadsides for the utilities. But no parting hugs this time. as per our usual custom after our weekly coffee chat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and I had a wonderful tromp through the woods again, exploring new areas. Yet another pleasure and&nbsp;privilege that will be put on hold for a while. 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Birds, squirrels, and one bold groundhog dared to come close.</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/-EmroExionAo/XpUYhjizUcI/AAAAAAAAYTA/duqZ5lvgBZ49v7QxIZYTmjSnShMiCBkYACEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoDudj6-FKyuVUeq1BcZnjqLUBhL1g47-uA-Q0AN9Y92vEBvAiDd8OchbPO5WWAhqL4xb5dq5kO9yR5PKkppzam5pecKZbeYapsHmYi3TPWKT11KdgChfgNKVttmBcqo-kAAGBocGUVpELx-OIeg4ioZeqaSvCVxL_Xt2aQN-HRKKcQcWc-0vrvYMfmcYval-GkKKPqOa3rDdHJ-CjB1EnKLYeZ2J8SWCjwaGUcZOcMsWNHkNXM0OVfwtI_ktXNo4DTKv_rLdQipRHvRxYqOgvSe7VVxgo65DC_cm5oImNy3yL7nJh5juzl2mj-LlpKwdmOjm6dWYYOc4Dzi4XGLWDtq1ZXspgLxR0ZRtztgzULbaMiVEOWlEIa5Elx7dNr6A3cuqEJHb42Y0KxpKrdivD-Q2EgiNTM9jhdRDWZSp2GvqzHxgTxYZOYETSeaWBpYz_gpVM_bLY31d67MbnZVu2QOi1h1KACzKyGABQdO6mjFn8fww-VdgSno_ySv6NloUYRs0FMH4CG-m9mr085wBJ31AakLpcVN2tv4KI4pY4x4JEB-avH0XnpADhzGivhIkzUkfLaM_qiJOTbXBMvCqIQXRTaTotf6F7gwk8rU9AU/s1600/93481573_10100956907118876_6215468974742700032_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/-EmroExionAo/XpUYhjizUcI/AAAAAAAAYTA/duqZ5lvgBZ49v7QxIZYTmjSnShMiCBkYACEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoDudj6-FKyuVUeq1BcZnjqLUBhL1g47-uA-Q0AN9Y92vEBvAiDd8OchbPO5WWAhqL4xb5dq5kO9yR5PKkppzam5pecKZbeYapsHmYi3TPWKT11KdgChfgNKVttmBcqo-kAAGBocGUVpELx-OIeg4ioZeqaSvCVxL_Xt2aQN-HRKKcQcWc-0vrvYMfmcYval-GkKKPqOa3rDdHJ-CjB1EnKLYeZ2J8SWCjwaGUcZOcMsWNHkNXM0OVfwtI_ktXNo4DTKv_rLdQipRHvRxYqOgvSe7VVxgo65DC_cm5oImNy3yL7nJh5juzl2mj-LlpKwdmOjm6dWYYOc4Dzi4XGLWDtq1ZXspgLxR0ZRtztgzULbaMiVEOWlEIa5Elx7dNr6A3cuqEJHb42Y0KxpKrdivD-Q2EgiNTM9jhdRDWZSp2GvqzHxgTxYZOYETSeaWBpYz_gpVM_bLY31d67MbnZVu2QOi1h1KACzKyGABQdO6mjFn8fww-VdgSno_ySv6NloUYRs0FMH4CG-m9mr085wBJ31AakLpcVN2tv4KI4pY4x4JEB-avH0XnpADhzGivhIkzUkfLaM_qiJOTbXBMvCqIQXRTaTotf6F7gwk8rU9AU/s320/93481573_10100956907118876_6215468974742700032_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, we have felt accompanied and visited. Almost every day there have been handwritten notes and cards in the mail box. Most of them in response to Mother's passing. They bring such cheer. I have also written more personal notes in one month than ever probably.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Virtual gatherings are such a blessing during this time. Online opportunities for fellowship--all the communication platforms, plus more interactive programs such as Facebook Live, our church's worship service, Bible and group studies live streamed or via Zoom.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One special treat has been the nightly piano concert by family friend from my early life in Argentina. He now resides with his family in Indiana and brings together a whole community of people from several countries who join the Facebook Live sessions to enjoy a variety of music and greet and chat with one another.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KOGt1YWnNsY/XpUYhPFc_OI/AAAAAAAAYS8/y1bDySfEmd8FLAUJCiJbPLZoU9jYZ6OJgCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoAEcbRJi4_q4ks4TagJPw5HfUUgOQmeNcSc1xly9oq5_ht5f4nXZQ3IqNieJ1bpU7w6tHc7_ISjDrjLAjmX2ccoAGYsqEGcYagcT76vrBR5Tfmp8BDFt7IcredA8Yh_D1Ud1Z1VQcyIH_7eBGuZRVLoXG15jXjDALx5lTt5qHEJEDF0Cmg20hsaWkxfuCYY-oO6IHOpiVmzQTADzSxBDBAw02__YCK5kTXqQY501Sq4gumULN-Ldic_7QtV-gx8FzB47H2DJQgKQdg7AH7qgRkWI703zywQxT7h9XOMtOOpUVI9zKgL4kCFYM6ro_bo2LFHcmAjY6JqeoGAZnAQYiGg-CJghuLtt7KX1g8_exqjNsATWJNljRVToNQQsGrULdgYxmeAMJb6MMUwWVZyMRkGwdGZvOAGCrNS9zFwVoKRoJTOiw1nvIZbMffGrSmtrcJMKXteAL5forsN-MZ8OgiFB3WJw2sh_gABcsy6TFdAU_eSPgOcONcEpxg0Xxb7ssZzt4XLpW9GAV_8Kxl92PLyvqBh7kntPlqVLcLT_NI4IgVE9STZiqt6EZ94Ld_EmvwVeNfqagepTWDFSOinfQihzuHkW8quFvowmIXZ9AU/s1600/93434968_10100955959343226_2891537975563255808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;">We especially miss family and are grateful for "sightings" on Facebook.&nbsp;</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;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOJEYfDrTLM/XpUYfAbIJrI/AAAAAAAAYSs/WZjDcT8IpPcgqWMqu-EdlMsm3Bt7QV0jQCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoD0Lasc-nxL2VVkmx8KxAVJI_09v8jF1iGwSXYrNKldRHX9jDb_tJ9XoWIn0my0qcWPnFK7DOq5wCl3Kb53mIpt6GFhUFALeWSbzrZ45ufMVag1FXGCfMtV18FQfXzCq3vN9Q1_E39xn9gEaOiVEBxklkvju35BGAgdwSlcvPHEDAJDCsBafNogToaPj6DC6ldvSvxOumbyLbyxr8KgDU39TmKGpEipyr3QZZsr8eWJyMvqLI-h67GKmm5buoSdpWpsFNiuboBsnpAgPDCQjzyIJtO9yUjSKC4ViisSzBrlIuNhRCDxu6lLEpmhEU4fGv-5dfy2E_1-ilANcVViBQl5boB46y4agRJ4vFq615SYtTaZkXq1t82f9Q2f4cMmWO6Jrfx-Ntl_UnN02hxMWij3GXi2JLj2uNj6WHi5Xno5hc_z4AJeAhgBP-2i9wZ2xSlGKGE4QmKY6JUCWxdta_dXtXdh_BPRN_qeR0XAvSseqfLOSsSstPncNV7nyrG_DkL5vT688WdcTVnm1P7vWbWNlp01ypLp5EMJL8UXUv_ErvYLT2Z98shbsJYqsmH6b9ICSLMAJO_G3IkMdPDZLxPDPK1iV1uq7GAwkLjU9AU/s320/93269800_10100955959023866_9125971893797519360_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="180" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kalani three weeks old</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOJEYfDrTLM/XpUYfAbIJrI/AAAAAAAAYSs/WZjDcT8IpPcgqWMqu-EdlMsm3Bt7QV0jQCEwYBhgLKs0DAMBZVoD0Lasc-nxL2VVkmx8KxAVJI_09v8jF1iGwSXYrNKldRHX9jDb_tJ9XoWIn0my0qcWPnFK7DOq5wCl3Kb53mIpt6GFhUFALeWSbzrZ45ufMVag1FXGCfMtV18FQfXzCq3vN9Q1_E39xn9gEaOiVEBxklkvju35BGAgdwSlcvPHEDAJDCsBafNogToaPj6DC6ldvSvxOumbyLbyxr8KgDU39TmKGpEipyr3QZZsr8eWJyMvqLI-h67GKmm5buoSdpWpsFNiuboBsnpAgPDCQjzyIJtO9yUjSKC4ViisSzBrlIuNhRCDxu6lLEpmhEU4fGv-5dfy2E_1-ilANcVViBQl5boB46y4agRJ4vFq615SYtTaZkXq1t82f9Q2f4cMmWO6Jrfx-Ntl_UnN02hxMWij3GXi2JLj2uNj6WHi5Xno5hc_z4AJeAhgBP-2i9wZ2xSlGKGE4QmKY6JUCWxdta_dXtXdh_BPRN_qeR0XAvSseqfLOSsSstPncNV7nyrG_DkL5vT688WdcTVnm1P7vWbWNlp01ypLp5EMJL8UXUv_ErvYLT2Z98shbsJYqsmH6b9ICSLMAJO_G3IkMdPDZLxPDPK1iV1uq7GAwkLjU9AU/s1600/93269800_10100955959023866_9125971893797519360_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Time</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both of us have spent considerable time at our computers doing research. Michael has prepared presentations for possible teaching sessions for the robotics community. I have delved into family history as background for writing projects. I came across some interesting pieces. But that pursuit has also been put on hold temporarily for reasons to be explained.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has gone for long bicycle rides almost every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I even cleaned the wood floor, just in time too, before the life changing event Saturday afternoon. Michael was out on one of his long rides. I was doing my household chores, headed downstairs to water the plants. One misstep at the bottom on the last step and my foot twisted so badly that I just lay there in pain. After a while I called Michael and suggested he come home sooner rather than later. Since then his work load had increased and mine has almost come to a standstill. I spend all day in the recliner surrounded by a variety of options to keep me entertained and hopefully somewhat productive as well.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wofm454BKKs/XpUYez2jUrI/AAAAAAAAYSI/EzarKfg3yikgclwmetOaOTCImB6AAndyACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/93220743_10100955956169586_8000660908575555584_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/-Wofm454BKKs/XpUYez2jUrI/AAAAAAAAYSI/EzarKfg3yikgclwmetOaOTCImB6AAndyACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/93220743_10100955956169586_8000660908575555584_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>What are the other family members up to?<br />--Karen and Kristie have different roles in school sys Mother's Memorial Message https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/mothers-memorial-message.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bb392e24-a52f-1c7a-7b47-a2117a39250f Sat, 11 Apr 2020 15:04:23 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDZFq3L_upA/XpIUkdKiOOI/AAAAAAAAYRg/PU6Sy4d0WvYRstw262VdtyENWcGHV1zAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Flowers%2BGA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="478" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDZFq3L_upA/XpIUkdKiOOI/AAAAAAAAYRg/PU6Sy4d0WvYRstw262VdtyENWcGHV1zAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Flowers%2BGA.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>My brother Aldo (#3 Hoyt sibling) conducted Mother's memorial message and committal ceremony. Due to unusual time constraints, we had to interrupt the service and proceed to the cemetery. Though we returned to the church to continue, we were unable to live stream or record the second half.&nbsp; Today I received the full text of the rest of the service.<br /><br /><b>Memorial</b>:<br /><br /><br />Reflecting on our upbringing, I am more and more impressed with the tremendous privilege we had to have parents like Solon and Kathryn. The training and example they gave us has served us a lifetime. Like others, I learned the basics of life from Mom, from how to eat, dress and talk, plus learning the multiplication tables, spelling and other important things. On the spiritual side, she taught me to love Jesus and to serve Him.<br /><br />Sometimes she would say things that appeared on the surface to be routine instructions, but over the years I realized they were principles to live by. What appeared to be a guideline for when to put my shirt in the dirty clothes hamper for washing, was also a good principle for proper behavior. “If it’s doubtful, it’s dirty” she would say, and I later realized that questionable conduct or conduct that didn’t come from assurance of its goodness was actually bad conduct, because I would be violating my own conscience. This agrees with James 4:17 “So whoever knows what is good to do and doesn’t do it is guilty of sin.” And it also agrees with I Thess. 5:22 “Stay away from every form of evil.”<br />Mom taught me the honor of work by her example. She never let grass grow under her feet and she didn’t want me to let the grass grow too tall in the yard either. Though she exhibited the good character traits of many biblical characters, I would compare her most to Martha, the sister of Mary and Lazarus.<br /><br />Now, before you think this puts her in a bad light, let me point out that Martha, like Peter and Thomas have been underestimated and unfairly judged. It is true, that Thomas didn’t believe when he was told that Christ had risen from the dead, and only believed when he saw Jesus. But the same could be said about all the disciples.<br /><br />Likewise, we remember Peter for wavering faith in the presence of wind and waves and how he began to sink in the Sea of Galilee, but we forget that he was the only one who had the courage to step out of the boat. We also remember him for denying the Lord three times. Yes, in fear He denied the Lord verbally. But in effect all the disciples denied the Lord in actions when they fled out of fear of being arrested. We should instead remember him for his statement of faith “You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God” which Christ commended as the foundation on which He would build the church.<br /><br />Martha has also been wrongly judged. She is always put beneath Mary based on one incident and her life is not seen as a whole. Martha made the mistake of not understanding that there is a time for everything. She got so caught up in service that she neglected fellowship and personal growth. But she didn’t always do this. She learned from her mistake. John shows us a different view of Martha in chapter 11:11-27<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">After he had said this, he went on to tell them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.” 12 His disciples replied, “Lord, if he sleeps, he will get better.” Jesus had been speaking of his death, but his disciples thought he meant natural sleep. So then he told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.” Then Thomas (also known as Didymus) said to the rest of the disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.” On his arrival, Jesus found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb for four days. Now Bethany was less than two miles from Jerusalem, and many Jews had come to Martha and Mary to comfort them in the loss of their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home. “Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.” Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” “Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”</blockquote>Martha had learned from her previous experience. She was now the first to meet Jesus when He came to Bethany. She was now a woman of faith and conviction. She knew that Jesus could have healed Lazarus. She also believed that Jesus could raise him from the dead if He chose to do so. This total faith in Jesus was based on her conviction that “Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God.” This confession of faith is very similar to the highly valued confession of faith made by Peter (Matt. 16:13-19).<br /><br />Like Martha, Mom was industrious and serving, but more important, she was also a woman of conviction. Like Martha, she knew that Jesus was the Christ, the Son of God and it is this faith that gives us the assurance that we will see her again some day.<br /><br />If you share this faith and have trusted Jesus to forgive your sins on the basis of his death on the cross, this is not “good by” instead it is “see you later.”<br /><br />The Bible tells us that “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Furthermore it says that the wages of sin is death, meaning eternal separation from God in hell.<br /><br />By God’s grace it not only tells us the plight we are in, but it tells us of God’s love. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should have everlasting life.”<br /><br />If you have not believed yet, I urge you to do so today. The apostle Paul tells us in I Thess. 4:13 that as believers “we do not grieve like those who have no hope.” While we do grieve, we have hope. While there is sorrow, there is also joy.<br /><br /><b>Committal</b>:<br /><br />John 14:1-2<br />Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house there are many rooms; if it were not so I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.<br /><br />John describes this place in:<br />Rev. 21:1-5, 9-11, 22-23, 25<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls full of the seven last plagues came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb.” And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal.</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there.</blockquote><br />It is with calm assurance and eager anticipation of a blessed reunion in that glorious city whose builder and maker is God that we lay to rest the body of Kathryn Hoyt until the day of resurrection.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/AZjMQTM3OkA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Life in the woods https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/04/life-in-woods.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6ae63017-6374-f06c-8240-52940ff045fb Tue, 07 Apr 2020 17:49:31 -0400 Though we are not "out of the woods" yet, we are grateful every day for the beauty around us, the time, opportunity, strength and&nbsp; motivation to enjoy a variety of things.<br /><br /><b>Flowers&nbsp;</b><br />We have&nbsp;<i>sin cuenta</i>&nbsp;(numerous, unnumbered, without count) varieties of<i>&nbsp;</i>daffodil/narcissus/jonquils, but no tulips. Cousin Karin sent me a picture of her colorful and varied Palm Sunday bouquet.&nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oq7YXw5g3jg/XouSlUiXdUI/AAAAAAAAYPo/hKGGgjmvam8tM_6R91obzDC7CnaQ_yDgQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDmF-s47ZRsHN8f-3Y-zP860P_EUBu-1onk1sThxCFQALTdH85wyBvgshFK7zVVcWyzEeGVGiD1ZsGp6hoiEEhZ8w6Es1MmKbIGkR0BBVNOVpPphDPq49SxClv4X8iyE2dSMn8bjcBTIIqEhdm7USX7dpl-yXJeMqPnYDe1CfEuwGnfpPRX-89iTH_fiHIHHMD56lwMJj6-9Zq8sPKWhvrsnVn_we1UWNhzO5k_n7kxxp4xXxA7bsMd4uDW1K_YN7z4AIQKhV7jQWJ32TpGk4ZKk0hozdL9Ph9fHZDpWvv5PlPlpzXR4XPU4AeK248-5gWzL-byORuIvsrm8NPxBQXm3p4u0dK7VPmVdwKnZ799tKN0EbDPGhCXyJAKT3a1kTuJ-ewLoQsyBfOPLXONRLvTvAoL7OVbEiRhnPmrtYeOp9XvTCihnHYpohR4VN9O6Akjg-5qGGgUU_JBsIGZSe9TfZ4RXTNlGKQsOhkVcdajQ5cKAf33SN9sbOtlaKRPaeu0RYYgdrwCeX9yv7O9MD81kZnrLRGYCg-wZ7cpyoFL2KFEZhz82jLPl4iB-zHWj6QhKENoIfokaYz7DJmILKnwflVKYPL-NlnqMPG5rvQF/s1600/92455254_10100950738485866_183098411493359616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oq7YXw5g3jg/XouSlUiXdUI/AAAAAAAAYPo/hKGGgjmvam8tM_6R91obzDC7CnaQ_yDgQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDmF-s47ZRsHN8f-3Y-zP860P_EUBu-1onk1sThxCFQALTdH85wyBvgshFK7zVVcWyzEeGVGiD1ZsGp6hoiEEhZ8w6Es1MmKbIGkR0BBVNOVpPphDPq49SxClv4X8iyE2dSMn8bjcBTIIqEhdm7USX7dpl-yXJeMqPnYDe1CfEuwGnfpPRX-89iTH_fiHIHHMD56lwMJj6-9Zq8sPKWhvrsnVn_we1UWNhzO5k_n7kxxp4xXxA7bsMd4uDW1K_YN7z4AIQKhV7jQWJ32TpGk4ZKk0hozdL9Ph9fHZDpWvv5PlPlpzXR4XPU4AeK248-5gWzL-byORuIvsrm8NPxBQXm3p4u0dK7VPmVdwKnZ799tKN0EbDPGhCXyJAKT3a1kTuJ-ewLoQsyBfOPLXONRLvTvAoL7OVbEiRhnPmrtYeOp9XvTCihnHYpohR4VN9O6Akjg-5qGGgUU_JBsIGZSe9TfZ4RXTNlGKQsOhkVcdajQ5cKAf33SN9sbOtlaKRPaeu0RYYgdrwCeX9yv7O9MD81kZnrLRGYCg-wZ7cpyoFL2KFEZhz82jLPl4iB-zHWj6QhKENoIfokaYz7DJmILKnwflVKYPL-NlnqMPG5rvQF/s320/92455254_10100950738485866_183098411493359616_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I invited friends to glean from our abundance. So far three have come to pick, share, even transplant.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEkVCWKipuc/XouSk7FuTQI/AAAAAAAAYPM/xVbkv90Zsn0xXjlbr34bUbJqoew_fKxXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/92358181_10100950725122646_6243209532852404224_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="621" data-original-width="828" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEkVCWKipuc/XouSk7FuTQI/AAAAAAAAYPM/xVbkv90Zsn0xXjlbr34bUbJqoew_fKxXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/92358181_10100950725122646_6243209532852404224_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michael chatting with our friends from a distance</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One friend sent a photo of her 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/-4s9Hvdc8Zi0/XouSlhEbiYI/AAAAAAAAYPk/vZnhPQ0OM-QP8DtJgr290MHW8wXn-IQhACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDqm_WpRdtRmqoDK38mUiJfq6XHNNHYSDNTlWErGc02kNVWLGF_hl0tHj3AoIBpFGgw0sK4lgSwv5C3kX-0orZlo7f3wQU6wl2tdElr2fToOksGATK8_k3swo_Ns0j-zeBwYDBQJVNFfObPhBu6Rff0VWMTc-af93y0ucK7S3LMhVVFesisN9cUyoNJcsxQE48bqT7mMlMP-w9h4v_U17BVhViE2-l13z-8n2gAI9TiSX7DoJmGOb2OpCamS5sYU4dxZsuMFET2KqqxDtPh9iMNlyd9ejubnZYXAHwkPy82DFLucZdyWdIcQam1POYPNN0-iMN74FC47yZRYEkUBdxsCQeWWRv8hNYyl83cK_RvhXFxALPsYA0MK4K_Y32A5V7gzAgTf4cfTXoOjTKrNskWDtB3yFUcRndtHHoExb62cAjKJu4c-R1BnlXNETRnKeqNs2QPab8PR5v7axwFFGP-AgtDN31zYVFe5a6X7dXbE9-AkgNeTLWBtjE3kxDvamINzTbi6FvG471KNEiOu14ixxCjX_A7Y9nfvd9TCyHGx3WPlpyIoCGn7WLH_w6xOHrOLumBPY3cWU7upQs-Td16lBfogWen_OSPMJiurvQF/s1600/92670188_10100950706494976_3204221803849318400_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4s9Hvdc8Zi0/XouSlhEbiYI/AAAAAAAAYPk/vZnhPQ0OM-QP8DtJgr290MHW8wXn-IQhACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDqm_WpRdtRmqoDK38mUiJfq6XHNNHYSDNTlWErGc02kNVWLGF_hl0tHj3AoIBpFGgw0sK4lgSwv5C3kX-0orZlo7f3wQU6wl2tdElr2fToOksGATK8_k3swo_Ns0j-zeBwYDBQJVNFfObPhBu6Rff0VWMTc-af93y0ucK7S3LMhVVFesisN9cUyoNJcsxQE48bqT7mMlMP-w9h4v_U17BVhViE2-l13z-8n2gAI9TiSX7DoJmGOb2OpCamS5sYU4dxZsuMFET2KqqxDtPh9iMNlyd9ejubnZYXAHwkPy82DFLucZdyWdIcQam1POYPNN0-iMN74FC47yZRYEkUBdxsCQeWWRv8hNYyl83cK_RvhXFxALPsYA0MK4K_Y32A5V7gzAgTf4cfTXoOjTKrNskWDtB3yFUcRndtHHoExb62cAjKJu4c-R1BnlXNETRnKeqNs2QPab8PR5v7axwFFGP-AgtDN31zYVFe5a6X7dXbE9-AkgNeTLWBtjE3kxDvamINzTbi6FvG471KNEiOu14ixxCjX_A7Y9nfvd9TCyHGx3WPlpyIoCGn7WLH_w6xOHrOLumBPY3cWU7upQs-Td16lBfogWen_OSPMJiurvQF/s320/92670188_10100950706494976_3204221803849318400_o.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;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sunshine</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The glorious weather invites us to enjoy the outdoors. Michael goes for long bike rides and I walk.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sights along the way:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--the irises transplanted last summer are coming up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--tree felling on our road is ongoing.</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/-kKzF_3N6qII/XouUX6tq8ZI/AAAAAAAAYQM/Z2hubcqzfbs0_CvT8vdMYpK9PBA4mNIgwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAuErVp5lkDRBU8hVnRJPBgQkCYdFUNjW0MgtV2TdUVpP7PCgOh0oOCh2HJFQyjKGv16tCwpBhoyB7_XEp2UGuiMTK_ofoC2oNbFGITn2he9ewYDMRufaBBQKKnhixcWhYmGJVLJDjy_YH63e6sxqkgiOd7BDBNzHkdAfFnP4doCKy8iruWlw4etvSOD_iNm1wlXaZc1el0w8Wrgrj1z_3wjYp6jOMJrncf0OeaB2qlPfvNQKNInWQcgCN67BbM3nXZbqxpAPZq70BhW07D9wWrtIBQDNZfHNKg5JBU4u7ijkuRri-zIgVdw5N62ZAQGS1L_W1PtoWsHAo4IgsRdHkKnGdJaRA9_R0WYkMw2H25HAjiiKpA5vgDjMbF9i0jfS4atkjB5N_7Wde_uQG_RvyBXoiANFeUAwqHeRhjmM6UZVv4f6TgjDf9ZtfMPGEHUULXocPeb-Yr2XOvXUQATLW4CbPQ-YMHZT9RABibRqqp14BVpxpdpx55r__9cG1HHEiRX-Njm4TPHav3NB078v0nsvJWHGfoii0hLf8vI50fLyzbddQK-oGbaSKaK40Tmy1p7Qwtih7a6CbpNxLvRska1q0nF_tUer6SMMyurvQF/s1600/Road%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="1600" height="128" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKzF_3N6qII/XouUX6tq8ZI/AAAAAAAAYQM/Z2hubcqzfbs0_CvT8vdMYpK9PBA4mNIgwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAuErVp5lkDRBU8hVnRJPBgQkCYdFUNjW0MgtV2TdUVpP7PCgOh0oOCh2HJFQyjKGv16tCwpBhoyB7_XEp2UGuiMTK_ofoC2oNbFGITn2he9ewYDMRufaBBQKKnhixcWhYmGJVLJDjy_YH63e6sxqkgiOd7BDBNzHkdAfFnP4doCKy8iruWlw4etvSOD_iNm1wlXaZc1el0w8Wrgrj1z_3wjYp6jOMJrncf0OeaB2qlPfvNQKNInWQcgCN67BbM3nXZbqxpAPZq70BhW07D9wWrtIBQDNZfHNKg5JBU4u7ijkuRri-zIgVdw5N62ZAQGS1L_W1PtoWsHAo4IgsRdHkKnGdJaRA9_R0WYkMw2H25HAjiiKpA5vgDjMbF9i0jfS4atkjB5N_7Wde_uQG_RvyBXoiANFeUAwqHeRhjmM6UZVv4f6TgjDf9ZtfMPGEHUULXocPeb-Yr2XOvXUQATLW4CbPQ-YMHZT9RABibRqqp14BVpxpdpx55r__9cG1HHEiRX-Njm4TPHav3NB078v0nsvJWHGfoii0hLf8vI50fLyzbddQK-oGbaSKaK40Tmy1p7Qwtih7a6CbpNxLvRska1q0nF_tUer6SMMyurvQF/s640/Road%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>&nbsp;Is that how Michael got the urge to take down one of our trees? Here's the story with an unexpected ending. Oops! It didn't fall as he planned it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73pDFGDxlEU/XouSmW5Az-I/AAAAAAAAYPo/T9mDImcC1NsAlwczN4VNtqq51hpHGxvUACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAH5_W21PNK7q2tSP4HZzdoVLKts2uCn-hcbVejwZtVk9y4508d_OeT4qRRDjHus2JApNoC7DlHezFvaKJcNus_C9ken7DuUQWWT--ePek2vj04ioTRe9sDzPW3CNLlKKf6qpCbf2p0-hNCZLMZKKWK9LcZTPy3jgNaKgFykgLBSoX7kZ_a32IMxBOecJtbVp1ysf0AgPQq0QjffuqOMyAdeSlyLOaGFbV1y8c2WmKgS8bk-YD1QPOIsH6m10p-oAm4UwgTOHWVd5Pj4bkwzw3kT02XIfj1Om34eLyCbPBB3Y9nELmqBR3NnBnofy6kTwOp6ERR97lvo0fmD03HTmjT9gakOH8Efcwi1mgReNPT0UxITd5VwL3OGndlXfcUTDBa9SBc2dQOJiUWzMnXPWVCRuH_aTia2pDlTy-6BwQ6bS8ZV48ONIKS1vr1XbW_eQf3XWk5GMljaACp6gYuLXHfyAK5ctpYCdwbFG7Lz50eMPeW7fV7jPZTQbW1LF4zK80-G0MQ81ERCO27wPtsVje_Gmj56_qUBC8snVGiXAfCp78Gff_6SgjwJfv4OyTc6tL_wIWdGLUm12Yci553XCHdzg9u_OPnMCb5MN6urvQF/s1600/Tree%2Bfelling%2Bstory%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73pDFGDxlEU/XouSmW5Az-I/AAAAAAAAYPo/T9mDImcC1NsAlwczN4VNtqq51hpHGxvUACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAH5_W21PNK7q2tSP4HZzdoVLKts2uCn-hcbVejwZtVk9y4508d_OeT4qRRDjHus2JApNoC7DlHezFvaKJcNus_C9ken7DuUQWWT--ePek2vj04ioTRe9sDzPW3CNLlKKf6qpCbf2p0-hNCZLMZKKWK9LcZTPy3jgNaKgFykgLBSoX7kZ_a32IMxBOecJtbVp1ysf0AgPQq0QjffuqOMyAdeSlyLOaGFbV1y8c2WmKgS8bk-YD1QPOIsH6m10p-oAm4UwgTOHWVd5Pj4bkwzw3kT02XIfj1Om34eLyCbPBB3Y9nELmqBR3NnBnofy6kTwOp6ERR97lvo0fmD03HTmjT9gakOH8Efcwi1mgReNPT0UxITd5VwL3OGndlXfcUTDBa9SBc2dQOJiUWzMnXPWVCRuH_aTia2pDlTy-6BwQ6bS8ZV48ONIKS1vr1XbW_eQf3XWk5GMljaACp6gYuLXHfyAK5ctpYCdwbFG7Lz50eMPeW7fV7jPZTQbW1LF4zK80-G0MQ81ERCO27wPtsVje_Gmj56_qUBC8snVGiXAfCp78Gff_6SgjwJfv4OyTc6tL_wIWdGLUm12Yci553XCHdzg9u_OPnMCb5MN6urvQF/s640/Tree%2Bfelling%2Bstory%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>After the excitement:<br />--the tricky process of dragging the tree off the house<br />--a lot of work to cut up and clean the tree mess<br />--some gutter damage to repair in the future.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLw7_XIYHkg/XozgoKLaecI/AAAAAAAAYQs/mE6mNhaUzp4FQ-45gBAP0V_aDI5bO0LyACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/tree%2Bmess%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1600" height="212" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLw7_XIYHkg/XozgoKLaecI/AAAAAAAAYQs/mE6mNhaUzp4FQ-45gBAP0V_aDI5bO0LyACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/tree%2Bmess%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><b>FIRST</b><br />Michael finds ways to stay involved in the FIRST robotics program. He watches online presentations and spends a lot of time researching for one of his own. He is learning about Zoom and hopes to teach others. Meanwhile we practice that means of communicating--a weekly chat with Moriah, my regular Writers' Bloc meeting, and in an interview of one of the robotics students with Indiana FIRST.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yGKNPGGhP0/XouSl719_MI/AAAAAAAAYPY/5A8BL7HhSH8y8YbAGsTAXlfrrQCE5P-qgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/92693629_10100950725307276_1958482551282597888_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="663" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yGKNPGGhP0/XouSl719_MI/AAAAAAAAYPY/5A8BL7HhSH8y8YbAGsTAXlfrrQCE5P-qgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/92693629_10100950725307276_1958482551282597888_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Food</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The need to stay-at-home leads to more meal preparation. The surprise organic Misfits arrive every Wednesday and lead to cooking creativity.</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/-LktaDrt2xBw/XouSk_Ai2OI/AAAAAAAAYPo/4jVDnO02ZPUdN3NI0-8W62mvD4xEzPQQgCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAH5_W21PNK7q2tSP4HZzdoVLKts2uCn-hcbVejwZtVk9y4508d_OeT4qRRDjHus2JApNoC7DlHezFvaKJcNus_C9ken7DuUQWWT--ePek2vj04ioTRe9sDzPW3CNLlKKf6qpCbf2p0-hNCZLMZKKWK9LcZTPy3jgNaKgFykgLBSoX7kZ_a32IMxBOecJtbVp1ysf0AgPQq0QjffuqOMyAdeSlyLOaGFbV1y8c2WmKgS8bk-YD1QPOIsH6m10p-oAm4UwgTOHWVd5Pj4bkwzw3kT02XIfj1Om34eLyCbPBB3Y9nELmqBR3NnBnofy6kTwOp6ERR97lvo0fmD03HTmjT9gakOH8Efcwi1mgReNPT0UxITd5VwL3OGndlXfcUTDBa9SBc2dQOJiUWzMnXPWVCRuH_aTia2pDlTy-6BwQ6bS8ZV48ONIKS1vr1XbW_eQf3XWk5GMljaACp6gYuLXHfyAK5ctpYCdwbFG7Lz50eMPeW7fV7jPZTQbW1LF4zK80-G0MQ81ERCO27wPtsVje_Gmj56_qUBC8snVGiXAfCp78Gff_6SgjwJfv4OyTc6tL_wIWdGLUm12Yci553XCHdzg9u_OPnMCb5MN6urvQF/s1600/92327388_10100950725262366_1583177571539877888_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/-LktaDrt2xBw/XouSk_Ai2OI/AAAAAAAAYPo/4jVDnO02ZPUdN3NI0-8W62mvD4xEzPQQgCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAH5_W21PNK7q2tSP4HZzdoVLKts2uCn-hcbVejwZtVk9y4508d_OeT4qRRDjHus2JApNoC7DlHezFvaKJcNus_C9ken7DuUQWWT--ePek2vj04ioTRe9sDzPW3CNLlKKf6qpCbf2p0-hNCZLMZKKWK9LcZTPy3jgNaKgFykgLBSoX7kZ_a32IMxBOecJtbVp1ysf0AgPQq0QjffuqOMyAdeSlyLOaGFbV1y8c2WmKgS8bk-YD1QPOIsH6m10p-oAm4UwgTOHWVd5Pj4bkwzw3kT02XIfj1Om34eLyCbPBB3Y9nELmqBR3NnBnofy6kTwOp6ERR97lvo0fmD03HTmjT9gakOH8Efcwi1mgReNPT0UxITd5VwL3OGndlXfcUTDBa9SBc2dQOJiUWzMnXPWVCRuH_aTia2pDlTy-6BwQ6bS8ZV48ONIKS1vr1XbW_eQf3XWk5GMljaACp6gYuLXHfyAK5ctpYCdwbFG7Lz50eMPeW7fV7jPZTQbW1LF4zK80-G0MQ81ERCO27wPtsVje_Gmj56_qUBC8snVGiXAfCp78Gff_6SgjwJfv4OyTc6tL_wIWdGLUm12Yci553XCHdzg9u_OPnMCb5MN6urvQF/s320/92327388_10100950725262366_1583177571539877888_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The extra time at home inspired our chef-son to come up with weekly cooking shows. His talented videographer Karen helped produce&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/karen.koch.735/videos/10158334286241255/?epa=SEARCH_BOX">Bread</a>&nbsp;the first week. If you clicked on the link and enjoyed watching The Casual Chef, you may want to see the next one about&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/karen.koch.735/videos/10158361699961255/?epa=SEARCH_BOX">Rice</a>. I found them to be very helpful and enjoyable.<br />We do miss the fellowship of the Monday Night dinners as well as seeing the rest of our family.<br /><br /><b>Friends</b><br />However, we are grateful for the increased internet interaction. I have so enjoyed hearing from many in response to the news of Mother's passing. We've connected with many we hadn't heard from in a long time and even made new acquaintances.<br /><br />One daily pleasure has been listening to music by Argentine friend&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pablo.coria.501/videos/10218225684727396/">Pablo Coria</a>. Every evening he goes live from his home in Warsaw, IN, playing the piano and singing a variety of songs from different eras and cultures.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsHamngRtoM/XouS38aDWAI/AAAAAAAAYPs/SFFg6KRCyAwAvTR20GpjlKtKDpu42Y3HQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/CCI04052020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1234" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PsHamngRtoM/XouS38aDWAI/AAAAAAAAYPs/SFFg6KRCyAwAvTR20GpjlKtKDpu42Y3HQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CCI04052020.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Those are only a few of the ways we try to make the most of this unusual season. What about you?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3lTi8oF109A" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Once Upon An Irish Summer http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/04/03/once-upon-an-irish-summer/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:0c333e9d-f134-bc1f-31b5-d0024ccdb8e9 Fri, 03 Apr 2020 19:59:06 -0400 <p>Once Upon An Irish Summer by Wendy Wilson Spooner came to me through a friend. Through Richard Paul Evans, I met Tamara Anderson. When Tamara saw Wendy&#8217;s connection to Fort Wayne (where?), she put Wendy and me together. Sharing a good book is like sharing a good friend. Even better when the good book is [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/04/03/once-upon-an-irish-summer/">Once Upon An Irish Summer</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><em>Once Upon An Irish Summer</em> by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorWendyWilsonSpooner/?modal=admin_todo_tour">Wendy Wilson Spooner</a> came to me through a friend. Through Richard Paul Evans, I met Tamara Anderson. When Tamara saw Wendy&#8217;s connection to Fort Wayne (where?), she put Wendy and me together. Sharing a good book is like sharing a good friend. 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I&#8217;m utterly compelled to find out. And then I <em>have</em> to write about the discoveries I&#8217;ve made—people’s stories from the past—because every life matters. And what we learn from those who came before has the potential to entirely change our futures.&#8221;</p> <p><strong>Based on a 200-year-old letter collection, <em>Once Upon an Irish Summer</em> brings to life this true story of t</strong><strong>wo teenagers, two centuries, one city.</strong></p> <p>1817 Ireland &#8211; Allen Hamilton crosses the Atlantic alone to find a way to save his family from imminent financial and social ruin before it&#8217;s too late. Instead, he is met with prejudice, sickness, and starvation.</p> <p>2018 Fort Wayne, Indiana &#8211; A gifted young artist struggles with debilitating grief after a sudden death in her family. 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That Sunday afternoon, the first of our stay-at-home imposed isolation, we tromped through the snow.</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/-pYz1eV6eXCU/XoJaQ62JudI/AAAAAAAAYNI/usw70WSvWOYAOgIb1HMo45Mow4bny6XWQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoBL0eG0ZDz2PyyNf0KmsPOtBnwnOoQUSBcCkU9uQ0BAn63BjIBZ_-MElo4Eu51OXwNyjiNB4cblWJTNAhJCGz064d5PA8z00ucR4cfeL08Qkjy4AgU7-l2L0cW3EUjf4gLgiRxf5q-cnETyiepMjGC-ECh08Og7KIrVBQ85O9v6vLVE_2ifXM2ghWlAS5GfQQCaVqQiJtaYLbWCr3QAiLZupqLQkh6H-YBUZT4TO8ovw1ZBb-vHcXpxPP7vKZTv6T_-VZXUa8jj1h9hBPUu64o-Fice8wwuibbPpwUM3PW5eMFvrS814awiT4JfSIBo6MtnR1Q3UTMXt7z3wXCQaFn-AXd8vhZMrLImegUZ8uTDa9xTkjI97fIO9Hh9OH0JKJEitrvRWDv3KULn6ndLSOZOWk3zCTefrn7sZSJjI3-COF3lHVwlvFP4qJCAuvcWMcHiNVtVa8BVpLiWKK3pwiOc_u3DvouArxI-e7o3PoJ9QmgFu2yXfVHynlbl5fL28KTDy_DncW4rcS_JXUXuIHrG78352djMJ-5ymUtBMMhY7pL_e_2xp-SIDaD2BPWuzxghX6yyl6ekbWxu5_W2vMAwSnStechFBhatMOPPifQF/s1600/snow%2Btrek%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1028" data-original-width="1600" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYz1eV6eXCU/XoJaQ62JudI/AAAAAAAAYNI/usw70WSvWOYAOgIb1HMo45Mow4bny6XWQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoBL0eG0ZDz2PyyNf0KmsPOtBnwnOoQUSBcCkU9uQ0BAn63BjIBZ_-MElo4Eu51OXwNyjiNB4cblWJTNAhJCGz064d5PA8z00ucR4cfeL08Qkjy4AgU7-l2L0cW3EUjf4gLgiRxf5q-cnETyiepMjGC-ECh08Og7KIrVBQ85O9v6vLVE_2ifXM2ghWlAS5GfQQCaVqQiJtaYLbWCr3QAiLZupqLQkh6H-YBUZT4TO8ovw1ZBb-vHcXpxPP7vKZTv6T_-VZXUa8jj1h9hBPUu64o-Fice8wwuibbPpwUM3PW5eMFvrS814awiT4JfSIBo6MtnR1Q3UTMXt7z3wXCQaFn-AXd8vhZMrLImegUZ8uTDa9xTkjI97fIO9Hh9OH0JKJEitrvRWDv3KULn6ndLSOZOWk3zCTefrn7sZSJjI3-COF3lHVwlvFP4qJCAuvcWMcHiNVtVa8BVpLiWKK3pwiOc_u3DvouArxI-e7o3PoJ9QmgFu2yXfVHynlbl5fL28KTDy_DncW4rcS_JXUXuIHrG78352djMJ-5ymUtBMMhY7pL_e_2xp-SIDaD2BPWuzxghX6yyl6ekbWxu5_W2vMAwSnStechFBhatMOPPifQF/s400/snow%2Btrek%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;">Where are all the birds? They must be social distancing as well.</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/-ezmxenpWpEI/XoJaP6aGiAI/AAAAAAAAYNE/oMY2Db3rZmwogKKRAxLJWUTJrTmujaNNwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDJ2DSj9Dm0o0jGAguGlY3RSLp2v_KYpCHHoSD5UtUuLzbGB3wbr34lkkNLMZiQUN0jm4Gs2pu8eJv1NkESJVzIKcYQz4CBXskBFF_DmOlKc7G7c1iF-JJXlXchSHZFZ0k2jtfXi-MXirP-biCD_QZ_a93pEc3k5sS2FPWD56eX7DF6YkLrnlyFwbrWC3j0kv8H0QQ0-OtlRV29M0Ww4poL3NlMSbgl4mjuHV1unumbbT1M0Do70-9zsZdrL_mRLg7_fEbNrChp2oxvoJewVkpvbREs240_ffmkPxaJecpmNyKIP_Mbj2yNxTe2auv_0juCsPdcCYLsnsRzJ_eymv0FZdDiiKcwysfCZJWEE377OqDRyYMn367rw0857Haxq5Va2nU15WFpZ18M4szO4tuwNnCTLj6dyQL7B-3rI-NbHk04E4RZSVmCjhAV8W6ZJyKEvMg8GfyvS5gZrvSJ9zMHO9gZgOYwpV6u2QqnuVXPI8e4jCdz6RHxw9pDIqxS3xnIZjSU0jH1Uoh-C6majYpo32zJKrfvkzk0b4K79dNXF3y2fiABMEcInFzI8Jawm-swT5BNkmYgKunTixMdZltETXKvC8R1o4FKMPbPifQF/s1600/91295366_10100944345482496_3264377038487683072_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezmxenpWpEI/XoJaP6aGiAI/AAAAAAAAYNE/oMY2Db3rZmwogKKRAxLJWUTJrTmujaNNwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDJ2DSj9Dm0o0jGAguGlY3RSLp2v_KYpCHHoSD5UtUuLzbGB3wbr34lkkNLMZiQUN0jm4Gs2pu8eJv1NkESJVzIKcYQz4CBXskBFF_DmOlKc7G7c1iF-JJXlXchSHZFZ0k2jtfXi-MXirP-biCD_QZ_a93pEc3k5sS2FPWD56eX7DF6YkLrnlyFwbrWC3j0kv8H0QQ0-OtlRV29M0Ww4poL3NlMSbgl4mjuHV1unumbbT1M0Do70-9zsZdrL_mRLg7_fEbNrChp2oxvoJewVkpvbREs240_ffmkPxaJecpmNyKIP_Mbj2yNxTe2auv_0juCsPdcCYLsnsRzJ_eymv0FZdDiiKcwysfCZJWEE377OqDRyYMn367rw0857Haxq5Va2nU15WFpZ18M4szO4tuwNnCTLj6dyQL7B-3rI-NbHk04E4RZSVmCjhAV8W6ZJyKEvMg8GfyvS5gZrvSJ9zMHO9gZgOYwpV6u2QqnuVXPI8e4jCdz6RHxw9pDIqxS3xnIZjSU0jH1Uoh-C6majYpo32zJKrfvkzk0b4K79dNXF3y2fiABMEcInFzI8Jawm-swT5BNkmYgKunTixMdZltETXKvC8R1o4FKMPbPifQF/s320/91295366_10100944345482496_3264377038487683072_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br />Not all work has ceased. The tree trimmer/removal crew finally made it to our road.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4clS3sugSA/XoJaRZqhxHI/AAAAAAAAYNM/ZUMrNFLk4XAuDYbpD-7eZmSyMZ6GULleACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoD4cAUjDvBiamd1dAmb1U_sRKrOB4N2WNqycpxnO2QRxHG_e_0we3ElVdpBMg-lcGhssBBYN2OT_xSzMn2iXo14oVm4Hq11DpRVAEZVHq3Jh40zIygyhlIghJk0lQXhtdCSotN7hs-nwWnN4iUe0JxsjXarPRSvofCJ5Lb6KVHOmzc6eOjUyccIxOrAwFW4rLv5wB-enRT_-mbGan4wYOxzwGxuKs6SIDLiYiyfeBsGBsD-78XVAqkATRB18C-HdVjqQoUK2SFSIXsqDrjUALy95dtbC2bpTX5SwN1MhhMCzz3K4Yput6VdAAEKhzq3iAGfsI0Hj9goik_WKM4eKnmWXHYoa_93hsEEDhzWet4MOxWpxCwj2l7GTtSbD0iNgLrCbeToSxf8PSlixWOqd8ku8T9PCGbgOz7VIZ1JqdqNKAEZBJCV6cXo_GjMLe3HjsMsr8LmmAFgWrTNKM8asz6-qwmbgf74mm9CbptEu3Z1dCOODEYTbFiWEKeI-TYoKMl7hTGEjVCUOhxVXYjcexkeog2f78T3eIMDCSaZ9EzyS3Cp_jt0nI5vAf4sYKiKDVFmTvS8gzZgATRgxg1cazlmpZmWXq2BHz5hMIXQifQF/s1600/tree%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="986" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4clS3sugSA/XoJaRZqhxHI/AAAAAAAAYNM/ZUMrNFLk4XAuDYbpD-7eZmSyMZ6GULleACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoD4cAUjDvBiamd1dAmb1U_sRKrOB4N2WNqycpxnO2QRxHG_e_0we3ElVdpBMg-lcGhssBBYN2OT_xSzMn2iXo14oVm4Hq11DpRVAEZVHq3Jh40zIygyhlIghJk0lQXhtdCSotN7hs-nwWnN4iUe0JxsjXarPRSvofCJ5Lb6KVHOmzc6eOjUyccIxOrAwFW4rLv5wB-enRT_-mbGan4wYOxzwGxuKs6SIDLiYiyfeBsGBsD-78XVAqkATRB18C-HdVjqQoUK2SFSIXsqDrjUALy95dtbC2bpTX5SwN1MhhMCzz3K4Yput6VdAAEKhzq3iAGfsI0Hj9goik_WKM4eKnmWXHYoa_93hsEEDhzWet4MOxWpxCwj2l7GTtSbD0iNgLrCbeToSxf8PSlixWOqd8ku8T9PCGbgOz7VIZ1JqdqNKAEZBJCV6cXo_GjMLe3HjsMsr8LmmAFgWrTNKM8asz6-qwmbgf74mm9CbptEu3Z1dCOODEYTbFiWEKeI-TYoKMl7hTGEjVCUOhxVXYjcexkeog2f78T3eIMDCSaZ9EzyS3Cp_jt0nI5vAf4sYKiKDVFmTvS8gzZgATRgxg1cazlmpZmWXq2BHz5hMIXQifQF/s400/tree%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br />Nor did churches stop worshiping. Now we gather virtually. And, thanks to live streaming, it is now possible to "attend" more than one service throughout the day or week.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiRtLFQAE-U/XoJaPw2I1ZI/AAAAAAAAYM8/Gp7jObiejR4j8wQYzT6c1499im4dCGmJACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/91324703_10100944345437586_6680542932795129856_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/-PiRtLFQAE-U/XoJaPw2I1ZI/AAAAAAAAYM8/Gp7jObiejR4j8wQYzT6c1499im4dCGmJACEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s320/91324703_10100944345437586_6680542932795129856_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;">A young cousin's wedding this week was also live streamed, reduced to only a dozen attendees.</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/--6nthL1UNp8/XoJezJwXzjI/AAAAAAAAYNo/lXPTIpIggi8InCKYjUgwOc7rMtelFUBMQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/Kellog%2Bwedding%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="779" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6nthL1UNp8/XoJezJwXzjI/AAAAAAAAYNo/lXPTIpIggi8InCKYjUgwOc7rMtelFUBMQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s400/Kellog%2Bwedding%2BCollage.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My writers' group had our first Zoom meeting and hope to keep the momentum going.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is back into riding his bicycle, when the weather is good. One beautiful afternoon, he biked to the shop in Matthews. Not till he got there did he realize he had forgotten his helmet. He called and I rescued him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These two mentors coincided at the shop that afternoon to pick up items they needed. You can't keep these guys away from robotics.&nbsp;Their minds are still working on problems, solutions and improvements, looking forward to the possibility of an off-season competition in the summer.</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/-wRj3crFAKns/XoJfDeffFII/AAAAAAAAYN4/f77Mry_YCJIGahvzm5TZP0NM9OqzMxZiwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/91474147_10100945207365276_5793862924699172864_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/-wRj3crFAKns/XoJfDeffFII/AAAAAAAAYN4/f77Mry_YCJIGahvzm5TZP0NM9OqzMxZiwCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s400/91474147_10100945207365276_5793862924699172864_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;">No more Monday night meals for a while. Last time we were at Stephan and Karen's was for a game night and birthday celebration, Stephan's 49th. It was a fun crowd, some we hadn't seen in a long 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/-NRsayTSixC0/XoJlTaEWRiI/AAAAAAAAYOY/ddvlzeHg6D0hxIofJ9AhDMTll72K8Dz9wCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s1600/Game%2Bnight%2BSt%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1346" data-original-width="1517" height="353" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRsayTSixC0/XoJlTaEWRiI/AAAAAAAAYOY/ddvlzeHg6D0hxIofJ9AhDMTll72K8Dz9wCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoDzumyI6hgWuN89r-QqFwPXmgWAkS9ESmt2iXIEDrZwjiE8FHcvm3A0_HPGkevfXM8CUrckqTmFFoFzkM0S_x_cPiTYFR0dY-n0m66KxKA4YTWym_uX75e8rZ9j62rBcmh9y0NutZ2PHI-jye7sdAcbASnRMSSLOJp9LKaTZwwmeQoRShmfY6NEP0c05D3xfxEh2vpjQde8KZ8s7-YlAjaV5-PCgOlNWCP1abxMfp9TxcnNCk4rZTabipXrMEi9CwYSVhVD_qr2sO8_1jgSNsG4PiYyJdZYUzg09MTiyG4SzRhItoQCcLCQVfAUfV7xgUBZQ-c_4Bh63adtlEs7uzZK46y04PoGIV7wF-nzJu754jnAhmWJ0m3xliwGRjv6IsFB_ZNpmwyW7zW5UgFp0PfwyDz-Ws2iqPhhQWiPkmSr3GwFo3L4NoS_7OfeSxWXcKdeAy8Oa1Ys6jdaNdMkh7rHi4smmLmijLgF5uu3N4F6gOODexdBi6rXSNakGO34b3PXplKHUIlpXNW4gCAhTVxCy06mHyIrouN2fS7am9aZmB1MQyxZ58VGdhaLzAsGMlhQLqPq1jS8zF35tdlFmVvgGK8lG8BqZKERMKnSifQF/s400/Game%2Bnight%2BSt%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>At home, Michael and I played a recent favorite--Splendor. He lost interest after I beat him twice. ;-)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lyw4Rc6JwVM/XoJlS0a8RiI/AAAAAAAAYOc/tRijx1lVt-YboKp6yD54zDn4cseiBC0qgCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoCWJZpxIVnMKnJ5Tf10LLKvB7Ry85ir-k4djsrcXnUw7fEy3-2io8NgR7Y3YBf3w99nBCF-5H9DWk9OhkUNfHsdvglDCNbB3n3wUmoKtfiL_KhRX9eroZwMc6D0iz2rNYQCXqh5aSSrk6b4dVRsMzaK-5sRyQZtb7MlyJ4dHT-APydLLkXmezuG49XpTsY8n2Ui0UueO0B3bLZgustlFvthgdQPoQ9M9CmT3k3N3DRcO-ngNtEfMrF2HGEReQqRdguSfQxyRywpqBG097k47Mzx4FE3zmWw0d3TtqcONN462HGZ08ay37vO5EYMmOxOjDTd9xmxj1e7VnMcxKer-9qtkugqCt0ZIoNErXUXRV4CnWnuUmzdCumKLtBpH9w05FCiyVsLVDFzgkIamP4oLMc9PTmRsaE_3MpKP6IQ_lHztsNY-TNwFeYD1CoNAYJr9aD_RHeG_ZEFOVNqlXMp5MxtmZhyjfnoN3SMmi39VbqqfDBFSvee0SS6gcCnEjV7TT1nZ0F6ZwJPhH8g2Fw3BFswmheqpsuGKV8eVvVGmKPcx0P13Vd8xU195qaBbYtAexH9NMzorAGfj3x6tmxe-Kx5-ANDiXxJ0W_GMLzQifQF/s1600/91922303_10100945254675466_4318696127021973504_o.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/-lyw4Rc6JwVM/XoJlS0a8RiI/AAAAAAAAYOc/tRijx1lVt-YboKp6yD54zDn4cseiBC0qgCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoCWJZpxIVnMKnJ5Tf10LLKvB7Ry85ir-k4djsrcXnUw7fEy3-2io8NgR7Y3YBf3w99nBCF-5H9DWk9OhkUNfHsdvglDCNbB3n3wUmoKtfiL_KhRX9eroZwMc6D0iz2rNYQCXqh5aSSrk6b4dVRsMzaK-5sRyQZtb7MlyJ4dHT-APydLLkXmezuG49XpTsY8n2Ui0UueO0B3bLZgustlFvthgdQPoQ9M9CmT3k3N3DRcO-ngNtEfMrF2HGEReQqRdguSfQxyRywpqBG097k47Mzx4FE3zmWw0d3TtqcONN462HGZ08ay37vO5EYMmOxOjDTd9xmxj1e7VnMcxKer-9qtkugqCt0ZIoNErXUXRV4CnWnuUmzdCumKLtBpH9w05FCiyVsLVDFzgkIamP4oLMc9PTmRsaE_3MpKP6IQ_lHztsNY-TNwFeYD1CoNAYJr9aD_RHeG_ZEFOVNqlXMp5MxtmZhyjfnoN3SMmi39VbqqfDBFSvee0SS6gcCnEjV7TT1nZ0F6ZwJPhH8g2Fw3BFswmheqpsuGKV8eVvVGmKPcx0P13Vd8xU195qaBbYtAexH9NMzorAGfj3x6tmxe-Kx5-ANDiXxJ0W_GMLzQifQF/s320/91922303_10100945254675466_4318696127021973504_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: left;">What else do we do during quarantine? Our schedules haven't changed that much. We take turns cooking and baking. Basically, we each work at our own tasks during the day and watch something at night, only more than before.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me these weeks have been focused on processing Mother's death and dealing with what she left behind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For days I sorted through things, sent photos to family and packaged items they requested or I had set aside for each person or family. My greatest joy was to distribute Mother's paintings.</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/-h-63_QK0FvU/XoJezLbLcUI/AAAAAAAAYNk/7BIeqq0Pn5o5cLmmIOZDb0YKOrB36kayQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAF4yhPcdgfu1IrVcGkEXzxzUAg4bwDNLhVmBScA8Hvymcd1Vnt1L_zGbeZX7LRHwehD4d12wfyE6QP1Iypbzen4ntpdgbDlrfPs5oVLH8L_RceoOyTKd3C34FkXECE7ua0wZu_yMNHInw-KRbXQYGzVv_LjL1vmx-9myiTO1TiOMvnxmPAPagyduYecy7wUSA0881qPyrzu33iuWaGJnuaw9h0bJIlEFb0_gE4uE5KL8F1C26tKjPD6sU6O21bZr6jtIgew7R76j80YeX-YmFVYN3DIN5OjAwLhTpfRuMJv3AQv1_WgS-bDZuJFS1WiEWKnE0RpPO25apHhcpJaTjO7oYiJmDLNzQBPbBLCZuDDqcmkXJ0XIgeeRMxLErLdwFekRBW_jomfCjkzexxekjZVBhtUbyx76ut3RVGYepV5PDR9APpT7wEe7KpaANya2Xkdo07Q3EIKnmP_PGxxDJDrsgdJGkxrv7AhFw_AE_4ghjXUncsACOZaHJ9Gpw3Q98jd8HqoTWajjoXFqyHEZJGVy1KYy0_Eq538cuOnMbe1cs4X_FIZjGj9TPMJsmkEI0kNtgEYGjxbCBw1oujV_gJSJcRGfvxXPHMMIrRifQF/s1600/Mother%2527s%2Boriginals%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="1488" height="260" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-63_QK0FvU/XoJezLbLcUI/AAAAAAAAYNk/7BIeqq0Pn5o5cLmmIOZDb0YKOrB36kayQCEwYBhgLKs4DAMBZVoAF4yhPcdgfu1IrVcGkEXzxzUAg4bwDNLhVmBScA8Hvymcd1Vnt1L_zGbeZX7LRHwehD4d12wfyE6QP1Iypbzen4ntpdgbDlrfPs5oVLH8L_RceoOyTKd3C34FkXECE7ua0wZu_yMNHInw-KRbXQYGzVv_LjL1vmx-9myiTO1TiOMvnxmPAPagyduYecy7wUSA0881qPyrzu33iuWaGJnuaw9h0bJIlEFb0_gE4uE5KL8F1C26tKjPD6sU6O21bZr6jtIgew7R76j80YeX-YmFVYN3DIN5OjAwLhTpfR Sweets and Stress https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/03/30/sweets-and-stress/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:bf9d4eab-9a65-a89f-c99b-63fad70662d6 Mon, 30 Mar 2020 11:44:33 -0400 I am not entirely sure who first pointed out that stressed was desserts spelled backward. Anyone with a sweet tooth can point to this unsub (yes, I have been watching mystery shows during quarantine) and say thank you for providing us all with the perfect excuse for eating cakes, cookies, and everything else most likely&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/03/30/sweets-and-stress/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Sweets and Stress</span></a> <figure data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1483" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1483" style="width: 1880px" class="wp-caption alignnone"><img data-attachment-id="1483" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/pexels-photo-2872882/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg" data-orig-size="1880,1253" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="baked pastries" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1024" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1483" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1086" alt="baked pastries" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1086 1086w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg?w=1024 1024w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2872882.jpeg 1880w" sizes="(max-width: 1086px) 100vw, 1086px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1483" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Artem Beliaikin on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/baked-pastries-2872882/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a></figcaption></figure> <p>I am not entirely sure who first pointed out that stressed was desserts spelled backward. Anyone with a sweet tooth can point to this unsub (yes, I have been watching mystery shows during quarantine) and say thank you for providing us all with the perfect excuse for eating cakes, cookies, and everything else most likely to give one cavities.</p> <p>I do have a sweet tooth, and I have eaten far more desserts than I should have. Some, however, will remain the most memorable desserts consumed.</p> <p>One such &#8220;treat&#8221; was on a visit to friends in Brazil. As the dining room was full, my little sister and I were sitting at a tiny table in the kitchen. After an unfamiliar lasagna&#8211;far richer than we usually ate&#8211;we looked forward to dessert.</p> <figure data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1485" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1485" style="width: 424px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img data-attachment-id="1485" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/pexels-photo-1824354/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg" data-orig-size="929,1300" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="papaya fruit" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=214" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=732" class="alignnone wp-image-1485" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=424&#038;h=594" alt="papaya fruit" width="424" height="594" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=424&amp;h=594 424w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=848&amp;h=1188 848w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=107&amp;h=150 107w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=214&amp;h=300 214w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-1824354.jpeg?w=768&amp;h=1075 768w" sizes="(max-width: 424px) 100vw, 424px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1485" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Daria Shevtsova on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/papaya-fruit-1824354/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a></figcaption></figure> <p>Only dessert was thick slices of papaya and ice cream. Neither my sister or I are fans of the floral taste of papaya, but we both loved ice cream. After a bite of papaya, we placed the rewarding ice cream into our mouths and had a very bad realization. We did not like rum and raisin ice cream. Our dessert became a process of washing each offensive taste down with the other offensive taste.</p> <p>Another memorable dessert was served while my family were attending a conference. We stayed with some wonderful people who opened their home to us. One night, the hostess offered pie for dessert. She had one chocolate cream and one other flavor. As a devotee of chocolate, I asked just for the chocolate, assuming that only one flavor would net me a bigger piece.</p> <p>Unfortunately, my plan only managed to half the amount of pie I received as every piece was the same size regardless of whether people received one flavor or two.</p> <p>Then there was the creation of one of my sisters. She was never a fan of baking, but into the kitchen she went to create a cake. The result was dubbed a volcano cake for the crumbled tower of moist cake held together with frosting. In spite of the appearance, that cake was one of the best I&#8217;ve ever eaten.</p> <p>A rather less delicious cake was served at my sister&#8217;s wedding. Some dear friends had offered to purchase the cake as the wedding present. They arrived with an elegant looking cake that had a different flavor in each layer. I hoped for the flavor based on a popular Brazilian bonbon. Instead, I received a huge slice of prune and doce de leite (caramel) cake. It was a popular flavor in Brazil, but I liked it about as much as the papaya and rum and raisin ice cream.</p> <figure data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1487" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1487" style="width: 293px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><img data-attachment-id="1487" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/pexels-photo-2144112/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg" data-orig-size="1880,1253" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="sliced cake on white saucer" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=1024" class="alignnone wp-image-1487" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=293&#038;h=195" alt="sliced cake on white saucer" width="293" height="195" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=293&amp;h=195 293w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=586&amp;h=390 586w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/03/pexels-photo-2144112.jpeg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 293px) 100vw, 293px" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1487" class="wp-caption-text">Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/sliced-cake-on-white-saucer-2144112/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a></figcaption></figure> <p>Although desserts might be the comfort of stressed people everywhere, right now I don&#8217;t know that there are enough desserts in the world &#8212; even if one includes rum and raisin ice cream.</p> <p>But there is a better cure for stress. We can find our peace in Jesus, the Prince of Peace.  &#8220;Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you&#8230;Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.&#8221; John 14:27</p> <p>In God, we can find peace &#8212; and we won&#8217;t have to worry about our pants still fitting.</p> <p>What&#8217;s your most memorable dessert? Please share and include the recipe. <img src="https://s0.wp.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/wpcom-smileys/twemoji/2/72x72/1f642.png" alt=" Mother https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/03/mother.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb1ff6ee-5639-6f42-5911-01877871f4f2 Fri, 27 Mar 2020 16:53:53 -0400 It's time to explain my absence from blogging.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3Yabpzct68/Xn5HA9LKG2I/AAAAAAAAYKs/bR9FeQAI_bEkzCbIDqxDiCxUTjgWvczpACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Casket%2Bspray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="395" height="162" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3Yabpzct68/Xn5HA9LKG2I/AAAAAAAAYKs/bR9FeQAI_bEkzCbIDqxDiCxUTjgWvczpACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Casket%2Bspray.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;A week ago today, we laid our mother's tired body to rest.<br />We had said our goodbyes a week earlier.<br />Soon after the Grace Village Health Care Center was closed to visitors, we were informed that due to Mother's rapid decline we'd be allowed to spend time with her (after being checked and wearing masks, of course).<br />My brother Alan and I arrived there as soon as we could. From all appearances she did not have long. Like I had done with Dad in his last moments, I began to sing Psalm 23 and broke down after a few lines. I managed to finish the song. But Mother lingered long. We called our faraway siblings and together sang many songs and hymns from our growing up years in Argentina. With the phone close to her ear Ivan said his goodbyes. At that moment we saw the first response. She opened her one good eye and smiled as big as she could under the oxygen mask. Then we called Aldo and again she smiled. Alan was especially moved and grateful when Mother looked at him in recognition, no longer the glassy eyed look. Raquel was on the phone singing to her also. We treasure those moments of recognition and response. There were no more after that. Did her spirit depart at that time, we wonder? Her body took much longer to shut down.<br />We spent the night and the next day with her but there was no response. Slowly, so gradually her breathing slowed. We went home Sunday night and got the call Monday morning from the nurse who held her hand as Mother's breath faded away.<br />We rushed to her side again. It was time to call people, make plans for funeral and burial, and pack what was left of Mother's things. Death is NOT pretty. We focused on images of Mother's new reality--the joyous welcoming party in heaven and her release from all the frustrating limitations and infirmities. No longer would she mouth the words, "I can't walk; I can't talk."<br /><br />Alan and I met with the overwhelmed funeral director--three funerals by noon, a record day! Even so, he was extremely helpful in sorting out the details and complex options of our times. Meanwhile phone calls and messages crisscrossed the country in an effort to put together a meaningful celebration of life service.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZhJToH5cSU/Xn5UNxB_WbI/AAAAAAAAYMI/OE41wDhzI9cZ9IK4Ey1dLmT_lNMa4tykgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Mother%2Bfor%2Bobit%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="146" data-original-width="139" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZhJToH5cSU/Xn5UNxB_WbI/AAAAAAAAYMI/OE41wDhzI9cZ9IK4Ey1dLmT_lNMa4tykgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Mother%2Bfor%2Bobit%2B1.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Obituary for&nbsp;<a href="https://www.redpathfruthfuneralhome.com/obituary/Kathryn-Hoyt/tributewall/5032D86850R004065143039U">Kathryn Ruth Hoyt</a></div><br />Aldo (sibling #3) and Alice were able to make flight arrangements from Denver, Colorado, and arrived Wednesday night. We had a day together to work on the program and enjoy their fellowship including a visit to meet our second great grandchild born on the same day as Mother's passing.<br />I've dubbed March 16 as K-K day - Kathryn went to her heavenly home, and Kalani entered his earthly family. There is another sweet connection between Skye and his great grandmother, they have the same birthday- July 29.<br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8QMEe4aLsU/Xn5OZ5gH2LI/AAAAAAAAYLo/I_dseBAjrzcJkysAnncPFMX9p79P8SQmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kalani%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="666" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8QMEe4aLsU/Xn5OZ5gH2LI/AAAAAAAAYLo/I_dseBAjrzcJkysAnncPFMX9p79P8SQmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kalani%2BCollage.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting Kalani for the first time!</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://www.facebook.com/norman.a.hoyt/videos/10158194702897427/UzpfSTE2MTUwMzI3OToxMDEwMDkzODEyOTM4OTU5Ng/">Kathryn Ruth Hirschy Hoyt's memorial service</a>, Friday March 20th was unusual and memorable, the last public funeral for a while anyway. It was held in Alan (sibling #5)'s church in order to live stream for all those who could not be there. As it was we had only sixteen attendees, mostly family.<br />Each of us shared memories. As the oldest, I was first and spoke more about the beginning of her life and ministry. Ivan (sibling #4) and Kim shared via video.<br />My youngest brother, almost nineteen years difference, came along when I was about to leave for college. He told of difficult and stressful times in my parents' life.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwcOEdm-T20/Xn5OV4NLs3I/AAAAAAAAYLc/v0BrcZtyTmY_mMhYTwmK5VHxUW9cZ5ShwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Alan%2Bsharing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="556" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwcOEdm-T20/Xn5OV4NLs3I/AAAAAAAAYLc/v0BrcZtyTmY_mMhYTwmK5VHxUW9cZ5ShwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Alan%2Bsharing.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>We shared stories from different periods and perspectives, so many that the service had to be interrupted in order to proceed with the scheduled burial in a timely fashion (and avoid a stiff fine!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2Cf6RjXIbc/Xn5OWPP9Q3I/AAAAAAAAYLk/Ru5vPr3XR8omG1LHu_xJJC24PJXQ2fhTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pall%2Bbearers%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="1600" height="128" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2Cf6RjXIbc/Xn5OWPP9Q3I/AAAAAAAAYLk/Ru5vPr3XR8omG1LHu_xJJC24PJXQ2fhTACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Pall%2Bbearers%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The family pall bearers made up almost half the congregation! Pastor Aldo handled the committal service beautifully.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw2Gy79xZhE/Xn5OV9cWUpI/AAAAAAAAYLg/kh9YsUBPskEYtvfuKKpaYDul61D-IXL6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Pastor%2BAldo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="254" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw2Gy79xZhE/Xn5OV9cWUpI/AAAAAAAAYLg/kh9YsUBPskEYtvfuKKpaYDul61D-IXL6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Pastor%2BAldo.jpg" width="339" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Aldo Hoyt</td></tr></tbody></table>And we headed back to the church to continue the program. No problem, we had plenty of time before the meal, except that the sound and video guys had to leave, so we do not have a recording of the last part--Aldo's memories woven into his pastoral message.<br /><br />We had talked a lot about the music Mother would have wanted. We had great plans and ideas, but in the end they all fell through. I had found among my parents many papers, fifteen copies of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4SaKgGZijM">Until Then</a>&nbsp;and took them along. Perfect, just enough for everyone there so we sang together with Alice accompanying us on the piano. What a great message to carry us through until we rejoin our family members who've gone ahead.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHOchqXm9s/Xn5O46ljoxI/AAAAAAAAYL8/B12NDDV0VnAOkQHNZ4uPRPMQmr2sAF2kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Until%2BThen%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="1600" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2GHOchqXm9s/Xn5O46ljoxI/AAAAAAAAYL8/B12NDDV0VnAOkQHNZ4uPRPMQmr2sAF2kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Until%2BThen%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We are so grateful for the way everything came together to honor our mother and learn from her life of faithfulness. Alice mentioned that as she was studying Proverbs 31 with a friend, she realized that all the qualities applied to Mom. And in keeping with verse 28, we all rose up and called her blessed!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/6QIQGBvOoms" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Free Unit Study: Early Civilizations http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/24/free-unit-study-early-civilizations/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:fbf1f418-31cd-6f8f-61bb-1ae3512b66db Tue, 24 Mar 2020 22:19:06 -0400 <p>Early Civilizations is a fun, highly interactive unit study about the time period 2000 B.C. to 1001 B.C. While you can use Early Civilizations with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes. Early Civilizations is the second of 11 unit studies I created for homeschooling my kids covering [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/24/free-unit-study-early-civilizations/">Free Unit Study: Early Civilizations</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Early-Civilizations-10141.pdf">Early Civilizations</a> is a fun, highly interactive unit study about the time period 2000 B.C. to 1001 B.C. While you can use <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Early-Civilizations-10141.pdf">Early Civilizations</a> with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes.</p> <p>Early Civilizations is the second of <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">11 unit studies</a> I created for homeschooling my kids covering</p> <ul> <li>history</li> <li>literature</li> <li>music</li> <li>art</li> <li>science</li> </ul> <p>Within each designated time period, students explore important events and discoveries that influenced and impacted one another as contemporaries.</p> <p>During our homeschooling, we spent a week in each subject for each time period, followed by a completion celebration reflective of the era. Party! Use the study in the way that best fit your family, your needs, and your schedule.</p> <p>These <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">unit studies</a> are a blend of teacher guided and self-guided, which my students preferred. We did these as a family, and sometimes got together to study the units with others. One year, we met at a church one day per week and 100 students participated. That was grand fun.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Early-Civilizations-10141.pdf">Early Civilizations</a></p> <p>Check out this <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/">podcast about creativity </a></p> <p>And the <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/">podcast with favorite children&#8217;s author, John Erickson</a>, creator of the award-winning <a href="http://www.hankthecowdog.com/">Hank the Cowdog</a> series</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/24/free-unit-study-early-civilizations/">Free Unit Study: Early Civilizations</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> 6 Tips for Parents to Help Their Kids Survive as Virtual College Students https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/03/22/6-tips-for-parents-to-help-their-kids-survive-as-virtual-college-students/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:57c6cb52-e49f-14c0-8f4c-8b8597341656 Sun, 22 Mar 2020 17:09:42 -0400 Last week&#8217;s post about surviving as a virtual college student offered some basic info for many students heading home to finish their semester. I (and all my colleagues at Taylor University and teachers pretty much everywhere) have been trying to comfort students and rework courses so we can deliver the desired learning outcomes in an [&#8230;] On Your 21st Birthday http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:b8f5c400-2f41-a312-46c5-a8f50eac645c Sun, 22 Mar 2020 08:09:20 -0400 <p>Happiest 21st birthday, my dearest! By society&#8217;s definition, on this 21st birthday you are officially an adult with all adult privileges. And all adult responsibilities. And we both know that being all grown up has little to do with age and everything to do with action. Maturity and wisdom are reflected in the behavior you [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/">On Your 21st Birthday</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Happiest 21st birthday, my dearest!</p> <p>By society&#8217;s definition, on this 21st birthday you are officially an adult with all adult privileges. And all adult responsibilities.</p> <p>And we both know that being all grown up has little to do with age and everything to do with action. Maturity and wisdom are reflected in the behavior you choose.</p> <h3>Choose</h3> <ul> <li>Choose always to press into Jesus.</li> <li>Choose to love, remembering that love is not a feeling as much as it is an action.</li> <li>Be generous with grace – to yourself and toward others.</li> <li>Do the next right thing.</li> <li>Always look ahead and leave the past behind.</li> <li>When you look for the best in others and yourself, you will find it.</li> <li>Carefully build a circle of wise friends who grow and stay connected.</li> <li>Look for the best in people and you will find it.</li> <li>Dream big.</li> <li>Celebrate often.</li> <li>Have something to do that is yours.</li> <li>Whenever possible, love your family and siblings.</li> <li>Be early.</li> <li>Never give up.</li> <li>Life is to be enjoyed. Dance, explore, laugh, listen, love, cry, read, rest, sing, tell stories.</li> <li>In joy, be all you can be,</li> <li>Fill your life with splendid music, excellent literature, pleasing aromas, and creative spaces.</li> <li>Never lose your sense of wonder.</li> <li>Choose a marriage partner who has complimentary ethics, morals, and world-view.</li> <li>Spend your life, not with the person you can live with, but with the one you can’t live without.</li> <li>Live full blast, full out.</li> </ul> <h3>Truths</h3> <p>As you launch into your bright and promising future, these truths will form and guide you.</p> <ul> <li>You are loved.</li> <li>There is a God and He is crazy in love with you.</li> <li>You have an important place in the universe.</li> <li>Your integrity and character are your legacy.</li> <li>You make a difference in the world.</li> <li>You can say no.</li> <li>You can say yes.</li> <li>Honor, respect, and honesty are the foundation of excellent relationships.</li> <li>Who you are is more important than what you do.</li> <li>Pain and struggle are part of life, but they are not your address.</li> <li>Failure is not terminal.</li> <li>Mistakes are not mistakes when you learn from them.</li> <li>You are always invited, but never obligated, to attend family gatherings.</li> </ul> <p>I love you and I&#8217;m so proud of you. Your future and possibilities are as unlimited as the Son. Happy birthday, my child now all grown up.</p> <p><span id="en-ESV-29251" class="text Eph-3-16">According to the riches of his glory may the Lord grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being,</span> <span id="en-ESV-29252" class="text Eph-3-17"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love,</span><span id="en-ESV-29253" class="text Eph-3-18"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth,</span><span id="en-ESV-29254" class="text Eph-3-19"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.<span id="en-ESV-29255" class="text Eph-3-20">Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us,</span> <span id="en-ESV-29256" class="text Eph-3-21"><sup class="versenum">21 </sup>to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen. </span>(Ephesians 3:16-21 ESV).</span></p> <p><span id="en-ESV-3848" class="text Num-6-24">The <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> bless you and keep you; </span><span id="en-ESV-3849" class="text Num-6-25">the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; </span><span id="en-ESV-3850" class="text Num-6-26"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>the <span class="small-caps">Lord</span> lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace, (Numbers 6:24-26 ESV).</span></p> <p>We celebrate you and the gift you are to those around you and to the world on your 21st birthday.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/">On Your 21st Birthday</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Free Unit Study: The Genesis http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/18/free-unit-study-the-genesis/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:5c73a46e-8fe5-fa57-26c3-ec5bec7dee1d Wed, 18 Mar 2020 17:28:43 -0400 <p>The Genesis is a fun, highly interactive unit study. While you can use The Genesis with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes. The Genesis is the first of 11 unit studies I created for my kids covering history literature music art science Within each designated time [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/18/free-unit-study-the-genesis/">Free Unit Study: The Genesis</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">The Genesis</a> is a fun, highly interactive unit study. While you can use <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">The Genesis</a> with pretty much all ages, the older the student the more self-directed the unit study becomes.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">The Genesis </a>is the first of <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">11 unit studies</a> I created for my kids covering</p> <ul> <li>history</li> <li>literature</li> <li>music</li> <li>art</li> <li>science</li> </ul> <p>Within each designated time period, students explore important events and discoveries that influenced and impacted one another as contemporaries.</p> <p>During our homeschooling, we spent a week in each subject for each time period, followed by a completion celebration reflective of the era. Party! Use the study in the way that best fit your family, your needs, and your schedule.</p> <p>These <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">unit studies</a> are a blend of teacher guided and self-guided, which my students preferred. We did these as a family, and sometimes got together to study the units with others. One year, we met at a church one day per week and 100 students participated. That was grand fun.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/GENESIS-Unit-Study.docx.pdf">GENESIS Unit Study.docx</a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>Check out this <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/speaking/">podcast about creativity </a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7491" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg" alt="" width="222" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg 222w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg 369w" sizes="(max-width: 222px) 100vw, 222px" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+freedom&amp;qid=1584566832&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a>, a favorite with kids.</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/18/free-unit-study-the-genesis/">Free Unit Study: The Genesis</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> 6 Tips for Surviving as a Virtual College Student https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/03/15/6-tips-for-surviving-as-a-virtual-college-student/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:f71ff631-6a3b-1bcc-8fdc-f398207a8321 Sun, 15 Mar 2020 11:20:06 -0400 With the current closing and moving to online classes of many schools and universities (including mine), I&#8217;ve realized the challenge that many of my students will be facing and want to offer some pieces of advice. (1) Remember that you&#8217;re still &#8220;in school&#8221; As you head away from campus &#8212; whether you&#8217;re going home or [&#8230;] The “Refusing to See” kind of blindness. http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-refusing-to-see-kind-of-blindness.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:3097dba9-316f-c7d8-4939-c021f5c29b42 Wed, 11 Mar 2020 02:17:05 -0400 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">My devotional today from Ravi Zacharias stated, “The blindness to the sacred is the cause of all evil.”</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">I see that as blindness to Christ of course. After all, he is the light of all.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">&nbsp;Spiritual blindness is the refusal to see the glory of God our Creator for what it is—in its truth and love. The pride of humanity doesn’t want to be shown what it doesn’t know and that it doesn’t know. After all our forefathers and mothers &nbsp;have tasted the fruit from the tree of Knowledge of good AND evil. What is there not to know?</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">That is where our blindness lies.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">But Jesus didn’t leave us in darkness or in our blindness.</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">“</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">His cure was to help them see what they were really blind to, yet refused to see.” John wrote that men loved darkness rather than light. Jesus said that we are the light of the world and that a city set on a hill cannot be hidden not can a little lighted candle is it is lifted up in the room. Light is hope.</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Light in the darkness. That is what the experience is of Jesus in the soul where we hunger. One facet of darkness is poverty and poverty is the repetition of hunger. It is a constant consumption of that which fades. False hope.</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">When the glory of God that shines in the face of Christ comes into our hearts and lives we have the manna meal that glorifies Christ within us. Because he who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Just like Jesus made the blind man see, not only was he healed physically and could testify about what Jesus did for him externally, but Jesus revisited him to connect with him relationally to be sure the two of them met. Why? So the former blind man could know, not because of some tree of knowledge fruit eating, but a knowing that consuming something for ourselves could not nor ever could reveal to us—Gods love. Jesus was full of grace AND truth. Both should lead us to know God.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Adam and Eve made exchanges the day they ate that forbidden fruit of knowing. Paul describes in Romans 1. One of those exchanges was to be fed or to feed. Spiritual death is blindness to God revealed to us. Will we continue to get our own knowledge? Or will we accept what has been revealed to us? Feed or be fed?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">The story of the blind man demonstrates this. It’s really laughable how everyone is doubting and questioning what they see in the physical world. And even more hilarious is that Jesus set this all up and then exits—he wipes mud on the guy’s eyes, tells him to go wash (maybe more for the smell than the eyes, or for both) and then Jesus disappears from the story. Ha! But only for a little while.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">The whole time Jesus is absent the Jewish spiritual leaders are trying to figure out first who the guy is. So much so they interrogated his parents. Even they had a problem at first recognizing him but I’m sure his momma finally did. But dad knowing Jewish laws told the leaders that his son was of age and to ask him how it happened.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Testimony of Jesus is the light pride takes issue with.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">The leaders were blind. Jesus healed a man to be a witness for him to help the leaders see physically in hopes that spiritually theyd connect. They didn’t.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;">Hard hearts and blind eyes go together. Might as well add thick skulls. Thinking they could see, their blindness remained.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">I believe one of the remedies for blindness (arrogant, hard-heartedness) is fasting. The spiritual act of denying yourself physical food will attack your pride because you’ve been led to believe you deserve food and you live to eat. The truth is you eat to live and don’t need as much as you consume. Learn to eat what God supplies.</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">Back to the story of the blind man. But this blog has gone on in my ramblings long enough. Go and read it for yourself. See what happens when the testimony is disregarded. Watch how Jesus re-enters the story and ask yourself why he does it that way. Listen to what Jesus tells the blind man (and you) and especially how the physical has now transformed into the metaphor for the deeper spiritual truth.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">The living truth.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">A new way to live the new life. The kingdom life.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">That’s how the light comes on for us who once were blind.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 26px;">—kk</span></span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: black; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: Avenir, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21.33333396911621px;"><br /></span></div>