TU Writers' Bloc http://feed.informer.com/digests/PHLDZHPZOH/feeder TU Writers' Bloc Respective post owners and feed distributors Sat, 19 Jan 2019 10:55:21 -0500 Feed Informer http://feed.informer.com/ OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Marching to the Blessed Drummer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=41529 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3719a345-a2c3-d51e-e083-65d1103d1769 Mon, 28 Sep 2020 08:08:44 -0400 O Lord, with the COVID-19 crisis, my oldest grandchildren have practiced and marched in their bedrooms so they could perform for family and friends. OMG, if I followed You as carefully as they follow their directors, perhaps I, too, might help create something beautiful. And I probably wouldn’t collide with as many tubas.  <p><strong>O Lord, with the COVID-19 crisis, my oldest grandchildren have practiced and marched in their bedrooms so they could perform for family and friends. OMG, if I followed You as carefully as they follow their directors, perhaps I, too, might help create something beautiful. And I probably wouldn’t collide with as many tubas. </strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-AnnaBand-Jr.-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="41531" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=41531" class="wp-image-41531" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-AnnaBand-Jr.-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-AnnaBand-Jr.-1-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-JoeyBand-Fr.jpg" alt="" data-id="41532" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=41532" class="wp-image-41532" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-JoeyBand-Fr.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-JoeyBand-Fr-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-CarmelBand.jpg" alt="" data-id="41533" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200928-CarmelBand.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=41533" class="wp-image-41533"/></figure></li></ul></figure> <p></p> Dealing (or not) with my pandemic burnout http://www.freelanceknight.com/dealing-or-not-with-my-pandemic-burnout/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:b089d9ed-838b-4597-1c55-917c3fdd728c Fri, 25 Sep 2020 05:15:59 -0400 <p>In dealing with those who are undergoing great suffering, if you feel &#8220;burnout&#8221; setting in, if you feel demoralized and exhausted, it is best, for the sake of everyone, to withdraw and restore yourself. The point is to have a&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/dealing-or-not-with-my-pandemic-burnout/">Dealing (or not) with my pandemic burnout</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> A Fun Week--#38 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/a-fun-week-38.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:027b91ea-6bd8-e142-2c65-9f3085339cf1 Wed, 23 Sep 2020 11:50:20 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQk6HgbbSyE/X2smtV6xHMI/AAAAAAAAZX0/wAd3mg9yL_InbOCPjuxytVsOQXH6tbuEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-20-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQk6HgbbSyE/X2smtV6xHMI/AAAAAAAAZX0/wAd3mg9yL_InbOCPjuxytVsOQXH6tbuEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-20-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even though I often forget to take pictures I seem to end up with more than enough to remember and record the happenings of the week. The memorable moments I've overlooked can be described with words. This looking back to recall, reflect, and summarize is a good antiaging exercise, so I have read.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At our age, not a week goes by without news of another passing. Sunday morning I read of Joene Cover's death. She was one of the three veteran missionary ladies that sat at the same table with Mother. I always enjoyed talking to her even though at this stage she could not remember our Argentina connection&nbsp; nor how I was related to Kathryn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weeks are full, yet measured. Don't let the many photos fool you. We enjoy life with all the opportunities it presents, never too much, always just right. The fact that this blog keeps happening is proof of that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday morning Michael took me to the Amish market in Fountain City as promised. What an impressive array goods for sale--furniture, flowers, food, produce, aisles and aisles of staples, etc. I determined to purchase generously (not my style). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the way back we stopped at Sam's shop. The timing was perfect, he and Bryce, his new helper, were about to leave to deliver a custom woodworking order.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON_wsmFa2GE/X2soQ5EuwwI/AAAAAAAAZYM/vloICjhRxik0-ex530ept7Ruqe06ydokQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Life%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1349" height="485" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON_wsmFa2GE/X2soQ5EuwwI/AAAAAAAAZYM/vloICjhRxik0-ex530ept7Ruqe06ydokQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h485/Life%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I still take Leah to her radiation treatments most days. She has two weeks left, is feeling increasingly tired and experiencing some pain. I am so grateful for these times together to share life struggles and joys. Kalani is getting to know me, and will smile and come to me now.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJJLh-cI2E/X2sod9mJfqI/AAAAAAAAZYQ/EPPSEaPddFop96QpItbwgqbk41TZs9W7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119960841_10101078047607366_8510014922653872222_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJJLh-cI2E/X2sod9mJfqI/AAAAAAAAZYQ/EPPSEaPddFop96QpItbwgqbk41TZs9W7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w279-h371/119960841_10101078047607366_8510014922653872222_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael had been planning an overnight solo camping trip. The day finally came Tuesday, He set off in the afternoon for the <a href="https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/indiana/bloodroot-trail">Bloodroot Trail by Salamonie Lake</a>, By 5:35 PM his campsite was all set up and he sent me a video describing his set up. Later he forwarded more photos than I can possibly share.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRJr_BvHPI/X2sxEVe1wGI/AAAAAAAAZY8/3fKXcCPPzy4coZyzrcvxXdQ1EqmrF3wnACLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/M%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRJr_BvHPI/X2sxEVe1wGI/AAAAAAAAZY8/3fKXcCPPzy4coZyzrcvxXdQ1EqmrF3wnACLcBGAsYHQ/w564-h564/M%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He arrived back Wednesday just in time to shower and go to the SAC (Senior Activities Center) for the weekly lunch. That day there was an interesting visitor--a gentleman who travels the US in his truck stopping in towns and cities, as he feels led, to walk around carrying a cross and praying for the community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGp9H5x-mKc/X2sn3LjJNQI/AAAAAAAAZX8/CJoAqqj1XcgM27Y1ZosLlVUfsmeQndp2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120073417_10101078041334936_4226408522753723945_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGp9H5x-mKc/X2sn3LjJNQI/AAAAAAAAZX8/CJoAqqj1XcgM27Y1ZosLlVUfsmeQndp2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120073417_10101078041334936_4226408522753723945_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon Sarah, a YFC (Youth For Christ) worker brought a group of middle school kids she works with. They had a blast going down the zip line, riding the Segway, walking the slack line and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and chatting. They were a fun group.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYYTd1gT43M/X2so4_2PziI/AAAAAAAAZYc/ClqXpkrwxvIrQfIUupIb983WA3TV-BO4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Sarah%2527s%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYYTd1gT43M/X2so4_2PziI/AAAAAAAAZYc/ClqXpkrwxvIrQfIUupIb983WA3TV-BO4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w464-h464/Sarah%2527s%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Moriah was free to join the fun and help out. Rebecca was here for her first Basics Jr. video-session. This community outreach program (similar to AWANA) is virtual this year.&nbsp;</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtC4I5joUik/X2sn69mbA9I/AAAAAAAAZYA/UbGmxScOUJY11HgVzyGc8snXU2AktLGSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120029636_10101078070810866_1772695661664843768_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtC4I5joUik/X2sn69mbA9I/AAAAAAAAZYA/UbGmxScOUJY11HgVzyGc8snXU2AktLGSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120029636_10101078070810866_1772695661664843768_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The next day a homeschool family came and enjoyed most of the same activities, though their primary purpose was to learn about the bees. Unfortunately, Deidra, the mom, was stung,<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTm3-LpgIXU/X2sq8V5zqRI/AAAAAAAAZYk/eMz6r2Qmz2Ig6Y_V1Ew-ZgmfHO2nMWrWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2150/Deidra%2Bn%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="2150" height="265" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTm3-LpgIXU/X2sq8V5zqRI/AAAAAAAAZYk/eMz6r2Qmz2Ig6Y_V1Ew-ZgmfHO2nMWrWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w679-h265/Deidra%2Bn%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="679" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of my in-between moments were taken up with my current writing project--researching the BMH (Brethren Missionary Herald) archives and summarizing my findings about the mission in Argentina. This time I wrote in Spanish, even though it is much more time-consuming, in order to benefit a greater majority of interested readers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had invited friends over for dinner Friday evening to teach them our favorite game and because their kitchen is being remodeled. Michael paid me a high compliment when he asked if I would prepare the meal, saying, "You are better at cooking for company." So I spent most of the day trying out a few Pioneer Woman recipes--Quinoa with Buttery Roasted Vegetables, Venison Tenderloin, and Country Peach Pie. Michael made the bread.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was moving day for Skye and his little family.&nbsp; Kalani finally fell asleep before going to his new home, and he slept solidly through the night. An exciting and exhausting day for all involved!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9WdEE5sxo/X2srUn_6HrI/AAAAAAAAZYs/OTx0YjP-Wd8Ma2udtLMDPo1uILh1TT4OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/119964768_10101078047737106_8281206397085221182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="447" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9WdEE5sxo/X2srUn_6HrI/AAAAAAAAZYs/OTx0YjP-Wd8Ma2udtLMDPo1uILh1TT4OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/119964768_10101078047737106_8281206397085221182_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>We have enjoyed beautiful weather most of the time, although we've had record cold temperatures for the season. Saturday morning Michael dressed for a 44* F start to his usual long&nbsp;bicycle ride with friends. They went all the way to Greenville, OH, taking off layers as the day warmed,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I enjoyed an outdoor women's event in the beautiful sunshine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A comforting reminder from the Creator and Maintainer of the universe, from&nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">Isaiah 41:4&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Who makes these things happen?&nbsp;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Who controls human events?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I do! I am the Lord.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I was there in the beginning;</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I will be there at the end.&nbsp;</i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/BjOWaXIqhes" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Growing Fat, Er, Fit with You http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=41395 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0c98de6f-40c5-5ff3-4e32-a6794579d4e7 Wed, 23 Sep 2020 05:16:45 -0400 “I want to grow old with you.” A romantic line whose meaning gets lost in the translation. I thought “growing old with you” meant “growing fat with you.” Not that my husband and I don’t try to stay fit. We walk, hike, and bike. On a class reunion scale of one to 10, Hubby and [&#8230;] <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920-1024x604.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41397" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920-1024x604.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920-300x177.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920-768x453.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920-1536x905.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920-624x368.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-holding-hands-269273_1920.jpg 1919w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>“I want to grow old with you.”</p> <p>A romantic line whose meaning gets lost in the translation.</p> <p>I thought “growing old with you” meant “growing fat with you.”</p> <p>Not that my husband and I don’t try to stay fit. We walk, hike, and bike. On a class reunion scale of one to 10, Hubby and I generally score between six and seven. Good, but not obnoxious like those aliens who’ve maintained their graduation weight. No one over 50 should be without love handles. A small potbelly witnesses to the good life.</p> <p>Unfortunately, Hubby and I took the good life to an extreme last winter. Love handles had turned to love tires, inflation dangerously close to maximum.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920-1024x734.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41398" width="304" height="218" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920-1024x734.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920-300x215.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920-768x550.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920-1536x1101.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920-624x447.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209023-p-scale-403585_1920.jpg 1560w" sizes="(max-width: 304px) 100vw, 304px" /></figure></div> <p>Hubby bought new scales.</p> <p>I wanted to yell at him. But I couldn’t breathe; my jeans were too tight.</p> <p>Torture enough, right?</p> <p>Wrong.</p> <p>Having recently retired, Hubby fulfilled a lifelong dream: exercise.</p> <p>He put his money where his muscles were, hiring a 21-year-old personal trainer. A guy who doesn’t remember when bacon was considered healthy.</p> <p>Surely, my crazed spouse would recover from this madness. Instead, sporting new exercise attire, Hubby went to the gym.</p> <p>He returned looking like he’d kept an appointment with the devil, gray-faced and covered with sweat. He’d hauled 30-pound medicine balls and heaved weights. Did “planks” and sit-ups.</p> <p>“That trainer should pay you,” I said.</p> <p>I’d wanted to grow old with him. Now, I almost changed my mind.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-backpack-bear-1484616_1920-1024x846.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41401" width="349" height="287" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-backpack-bear-1484616_1920-1024x846.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-backpack-bear-1484616_1920-300x248.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-backpack-bear-1484616_1920.jpg 1447w" sizes="(max-width: 349px) 100vw, 349px" /></figure></div> <p>Talking hurt him too much, but from his expression, the feeling was mutual.</p> <p>Still, he refused to abandon his nightmare, er, dream. “I want to set up our camper without an Ibuprofen fix. Chop wood. Backpack in bear country.”</p> <p>His potbelly shrank. His waistline tire deflated.</p> <p>Meanwhile, mine threatened to explode. Would my Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup habit hasten my demise? So he could grow old with an equally svelte blonde who could lift campers with him and backpack with bears?</p> <p>Sad, but determined, I buried my Reese’s Cups deep in the freezer under ancient containers of grated zucchini.</p> <p>At least, the trainer on my senior exercise video looks 35, not 21. He’s okay, though entirely too cheerful. If I’ve had it with Chirpy’s smiley face, I make him disappear. Click. Poof.</p> <p>That’s the personal trainer you want. Not one who, during the COVID-19 shutdown, emailed even scarier workouts Hubby could do at home.</p> <p>I made peace with the exercise bike by reading. During microwave numbers countdown, I stretch, hoping someday to recover a waistline.</p> <p>My tire has deflated somewhat. My potbelly has diminished.</p> <p>Hubby and I aren’t growing fat together.</p> <p>Though some sweet day, the Reese’s Cups I dig out may change that. …</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920-1024x614.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41406" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920-1024x614.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920-300x180.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920-768x461.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920-1536x921.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920-624x374.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200923-p-couple-on-bench-people-3163556_1920.jpg 1919w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> How do you translate “growing old together”?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=41308 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:c253b1ea-1910-2e4e-6b12-b64999593487 Mon, 21 Sep 2020 07:40:12 -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/2020/09/RachaelMorningWriter.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41309" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/RachaelMorningWriter.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/RachaelMorningWriter-261x300.jpg 261w" 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 that You made me a writer and, I hope, a conduit of good stuff to my readers. 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Phillips urn:uuid:ebbaba14-66de-4eb4-a6d8-1a3c1c33d81e Wed, 16 Sep 2020 07:52:33 -0400 Are you a good sport? I’m not. Never have been. As a preschooler, I pitched horrendous hissy fits when I pinned the tail on the donkey’s nose. Worse, I adopted questionable ways of winning. I recall playing jacks at age four with Meddy, a “big kid” of five. When Meddy dropped a jack or misbounced [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-swings-cropped-playground-554929_1920-869x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41195" width="336" height="395" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-swings-cropped-playground-554929_1920-869x1024.jpg 869w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-swings-cropped-playground-554929_1920-255x300.jpg 255w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-swings-cropped-playground-554929_1920-768x905.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-swings-cropped-playground-554929_1920-624x735.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-swings-cropped-playground-554929_1920.jpg 942w" sizes="(max-width: 336px) 100vw, 336px" /></figure></div> <p>Are you a good sport?</p> <p>I’m not. Never have been.</p> <p>As a preschooler, I pitched horrendous hissy fits when I pinned the tail on the donkey’s nose.</p> <p>Worse, I adopted questionable ways of winning. I recall playing jacks at age four with Meddy, a “big kid” of five. When Meddy dropped a jack or misbounced the ball, I loudly denounced her “misses.” My similar miscues, however, were “mistakes.” People who made mistakes deserved another chance. Several, in fact.</p> <p>Meddy suggested a new game: Throw Rachael Off the Top of the Swing Set. She was good at that game. I wasn’t the best sport.</p> <p>I graduated to towering rages while playing Monopoly — not my fault. My brother manufactured counterfeit five-hundred-dollar bills under his bunk bed. He spent every penny building vast empires around Park Place and Boardwalk. When his cash flow disappeared, I bought his lousy railroads and utilities with carefully hoarded cash. In turn, I believed he’d ignore my landing on his hotels.</p> <p>Wrong. He nailed me. I, the prudent, <em>generous</em> developer, always lost.</p> <p>Since his counterfeiting skills didn’t figure into playing Clue, I fared better. Still, I rejected the candlestick as a weapon. What respectable murderer knocked off people with candlesticks?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-Clue-cropped-candlestick-3169746_1920-497x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41194" width="184" height="378" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-Clue-cropped-candlestick-3169746_1920-497x1024.jpg 497w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-Clue-cropped-candlestick-3169746_1920-146x300.jpg 146w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200916-p-Clue-cropped-candlestick-3169746_1920.jpg 572w" sizes="(max-width: 184px) 100vw, 184px" /></figure></div> <p>After ten losses in an afternoon, I smacked both my brother and my cousin with the playing board. Hey, it made more sense than using a candlestick.</p> <p>I even extended my winning obsession to church. Boy vs. girl penny contests at Bible school inspired me. I emptied my piggy bank, dug under sofa cushions, and shook down neighbor kids so we angelic girls could beat those devilish boys to send money to missionaries. Somehow, I confused the bring-a-visitor-to-church competitions with TV cowboy westerns. We kids even sang songs urging us to “bring them in.” How was I to know “dead or alive” didn’t apply?</p> <p>Eventually, I grew up. Fair play, teeth-gritting congratulations to those who bested me, and missionary giving sans mugging all became the norm.</p> <p>Recently, I played Scrabble with our grown children. As I was an English major, this self-designed scenario should have resulted in another victory notch in my diploma.</p> <p>But all the vowels had been called to jury duty. During game two, all consonants were outsourced overseas. I proposed new rules: If other players used an X, they lost five tiles. If I drew a Z, though, I received five bonus tiles.</p> <p>My narrow-minded offspring nixed my innovations. Their proposal: If I drew a Q, all U’s found among my tiles were to be held in custody until 3012 or until peace prevails in the Middle East, whichever comes first.</p> <p>Maybe we both just made mistakes?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920-1024x575.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41199" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920-1024x575.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920-300x169.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920-768x432.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920-1536x863.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920-624x351.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200816-p-tiles-for-scrabble-1615794_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you a good sport?</p> Festival and Getaway https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/festival-and-getaway.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:abe4c25c-55ab-f456-bca0-21fa8ea1c63c Tue, 15 Sep 2020 23:33:07 -0400 <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Another lovely Tennessee bouquet to open this weekly blog and bring us all some cheer from the Creator via Cousin Karin's skillful arrangement.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8Tq7qFrGlk/X2EPCYOmyKI/AAAAAAAAZWU/jNO9nOxMEIMQJP0Z-t8_yzdKQhPjfa76ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-13-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8Tq7qFrGlk/X2EPCYOmyKI/AAAAAAAAZWU/jNO9nOxMEIMQJP0Z-t8_yzdKQhPjfa76ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-13-20.jpg" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">The two major events of the week were the Upland Labor Day festivities, and our getaway for Diane's birthday.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The town's three day festival included a variety of events: yard sales, music, food vendors, carnival rides, ice cream socials, a spectacular fireworks display Sunday night, a 5k competitive run/walk Monday and then the parade like the grand finale.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">ATVs are allowed all around town, so the kids borrow ours and enjoy it all weekend.&nbsp;<br />I try to do the 5k each year. This time I "graduated" to the competitive walk and came in second out of six.<br />Kayla and Rebecca walked in the parade representing the public library. Ruby (Elijah's friend) rode one of the horses of Rope this Ranch where she works.<br />Kristie and the boys joined us in front of Leah's house for some family fun and a lot of candy gathering.<br />&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTypWuJ1ZQA/X2FFOTE8nAI/AAAAAAAAZWs/_5Pn0OqDu9Mx644JASf1Esa-vLCnU9zGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Labor%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTypWuJ1ZQA/X2FFOTE8nAI/AAAAAAAAZWs/_5Pn0OqDu9Mx644JASf1Esa-vLCnU9zGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/Labor%2BDay%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></p>I came home from the dentist one day and found a couple of special visitors! Michael was teaching Kayla the game that has given us untold hours of brain exercise. We play at least two games of Splendor every night before bed.<div>You can see who really was the center of attention. Actually Kalani slept and let them play the whole game.<br /><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55GSNQhc9WM/X2FKI4nRIzI/AAAAAAAAZW0/dUudvyYV8tgINbvaVRPFnmj0zLrmOd20QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1920/Kayla%2BKalani%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-55GSNQhc9WM/X2FKI4nRIzI/AAAAAAAAZW0/dUudvyYV8tgINbvaVRPFnmj0zLrmOd20QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/Kayla%2BKalani%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">For a few years now Diane and I have gone somewhere special for an overnight birthday getaway. This time Michael came with us. We stayed in a cottage in downtown <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=Nashville+IN&amp;rlz=1C1GCEA_enUS837US837&amp;oq=Nashville+IN&amp;aqs=chrome..69i57j69i59.6972j0j7&amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;ie=UTF-8">Nashville, Indiana</a>, a small town with many artsy shops. We had two mishaps: I left my purse in a restaurant some 20 miles before and Michael had to go back for it and Diane got lost once but was able to remember my phone number and had someone call me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnY86dReRLY/X2EpkdRpiRI/AAAAAAAAZWc/QEgmCekx8i0QX5T6tdF7PVGA6GyY6WPvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Nashville%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LnY86dReRLY/X2EpkdRpiRI/AAAAAAAAZWc/QEgmCekx8i0QX5T6tdF7PVGA6GyY6WPvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/Nashville%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We enjoyed the unending variety of art and talking to people.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgDz4qqKGQ/X2EpyCfPbNI/AAAAAAAAZWg/F3D2ztQ0Ek0aomsTZoxAf5iL8ff9vFr2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Diane%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1631" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgDz4qqKGQ/X2EpyCfPbNI/AAAAAAAAZWg/F3D2ztQ0Ek0aomsTZoxAf5iL8ff9vFr2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w510-h640/Diane%2Bbd%2BCollage.jpg" width="510" /></a></div>We walked, toured, basked in the beautiful weather and ate too much! Speaking of food, on the way back Michael wanted to try the Edinburgh Diner's famous giant tenderloins.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68lksb9Pjgo/X2F9so47BPI/AAAAAAAAZXE/1Lp8cy7wcdEL3N71I1mqQQHha2FjWkptACLcBGAsYHQ/s703/119647409_10101074069250026_1086078999269036962_one.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68lksb9Pjgo/X2F9so47BPI/AAAAAAAAZXE/1Lp8cy7wcdEL3N71I1mqQQHha2FjWkptACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/119647409_10101074069250026_1086078999269036962_one.jpg" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;We were home safely Friday afternoon.</div><div>&nbsp;</div><div>Leah is halfway through her radiation treatments! I missed our times together driving to the appointments those two days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Michael faithfully did a long bicycle ride Saturday, some 70+ miles. He stopped at the Amish Market in Fountain City and promised to take me there.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR1BgPDq9Y4/X2GEWNg7OCI/AAAAAAAAZXM/CHvB_ubEyFcaidJNlDVg59kChjAgRlrewCLcBGAsYHQ/s959/119660016_10101074312053446_949578831804734506_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="959" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR1BgPDq9Y4/X2GEWNg7OCI/AAAAAAAAZXM/CHvB_ubEyFcaidJNlDVg59kChjAgRlrewCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/119660016_10101074312053446_949578831804734506_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And in the evening we went to see our friend Tamara play the part of Ouiser in Steel Magnolias at The Commons Theater in Alexandria--a fun finale to a full week.<div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HewtqCvM15Y/X2FMdS-i4pI/AAAAAAAAZW8/riIHD5ehHwASliJA4fr5qRBGWhv12yCzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s810/119176241_10157680403391687_1595750430505963869_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="810" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HewtqCvM15Y/X2FMdS-i4pI/AAAAAAAAZW8/riIHD5ehHwASliJA4fr5qRBGWhv12yCzwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/119176241_10157680403391687_1595750430505963869_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/W-2XpBGU8Y8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Can’t Stop Singing! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=41083 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:ef49ecd2-d197-b39d-1e7c-bddae6aff376 Mon, 14 Sep 2020 07:42:39 -0400 O Lord, I’m so thankful that yesterday, Hubby and I our church choir — for the first time since the COVID 19 outbreak — could join the angels in singing Your praises. We had to wear masks, and the angels didn’t. But OMG, what a joy to worship You together!   <p><strong>O Lord, I’m so thankful that yesterday, Hubby and I our church choir — for the first time since the COVID 19 outbreak — could join the angels in singing Your praises. We had to wear masks, and the angels didn’t. But OMG, what a joy to worship You together!  </strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-41088" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-2048x1536.jpg 2048w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/UCC-Choir-2019-a-1-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <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/2020/09/SeraphimIstock-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="41089" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=41089" class="wp-image-41089" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/SeraphimIstock-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/SeraphimIstock-1-271x300.jpg 271w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">Interpretive digital illustration of an archangel in the night sky.</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200914-SteveRachaelMasked-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="41090" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200914-SteveRachaelMasked-1.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=41090" class="wp-image-41090"/></figure></li></ul></figure> What’s next with Hellboy: The Roleplaying Game? http://www.freelanceknight.com/whats-next-with-hellboy-the-roleplaying-game/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:fc0a31bc-6517-c83e-e4f0-1a67a5a736d5 Fri, 11 Sep 2020 05:30:06 -0400 <p>So, now that the Kickstarter for Hellboy: The Roleplaying Game has successfully completed with 6,071 backers, what&#8217;s next? Those backers are going to want their core rulebook and stretch goals soon. Before the Kickstarter even began, the creative team at&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/whats-next-with-hellboy-the-roleplaying-game/">What&#8217;s next with Hellboy: The Roleplaying Game?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Week 36 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/week-36.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4905737f-9be8-f6b0-b1e3-76006c9a237a Wed, 09 Sep 2020 11:16:10 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says, <i>"</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px;"><i>Here is another glad to make your heart glad. It is one of the prettier ones I have had, and notice the frilly edges.There are also two orangish-red ones in the center front."</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RSbxFt8h4w/X1gSU5dxupI/AAAAAAAAZUA/uFvNU2oCLncdTOPLGMKJqm7yO16dPKSXACLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-6-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9RSbxFt8h4w/X1gSU5dxupI/AAAAAAAAZUA/uFvNU2oCLncdTOPLGMKJqm7yO16dPKSXACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-6-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The daily trips to Oncology for Leah's radiation treatments continue. We are grateful that the side effects have not been worse. Tiredness is the main one.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoy little visits with Kalani, especially when he smiles for me. And during our rides I get to hear about all the things he can do now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKngwuDGikc/X1gT7BSEhFI/AAAAAAAAZUQ/igvSp8bDhAwr1zg5JD-jCxC3COLzbvk5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119095055_10101069502187456_3789967300372730408_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="650" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKngwuDGikc/X1gT7BSEhFI/AAAAAAAAZUQ/igvSp8bDhAwr1zg5JD-jCxC3COLzbvk5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w339-h500/119095055_10101069502187456_3789967300372730408_n.jpg" width="339" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla keeps very busy at her part-time library&nbsp;job and loves it! Tuesday I stopped by there to donate <i>The Library Book</i>&nbsp;and take Rebecca for a walk. Another mother picks Rebecca up after school and brings her to the library.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNH8gwX3D-o/X1guiLQDsAI/AAAAAAAAZVI/uX5XGYRLkRkIZJVHWsWf3kd4ac1nCf3TwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119040144_10101069606588236_4380993554520441595_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNH8gwX3D-o/X1guiLQDsAI/AAAAAAAAZVI/uX5XGYRLkRkIZJVHWsWf3kd4ac1nCf3TwCLcBGAsYHQ/w375-h500/119040144_10101069606588236_4380993554520441595_n.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca didn't want to walk the trail again, so we picked up her bike and went to the park. She rode around everywhere, taking breaks and asking me to join her on the playground equipment. I quickly realized that I am not as flexible as I used to be!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tR6Djw4LKMo/X1guqIitiyI/AAAAAAAAZVM/NAvhdLBimaYFIsamPOC-LVWKDRZv7EjewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1734/Park%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1734" height="431" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tR6Djw4LKMo/X1guqIitiyI/AAAAAAAAZVM/NAvhdLBimaYFIsamPOC-LVWKDRZv7EjewCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h431/Park%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div><br /></div>We watched some good films this week as part of our evening entertainment. I was very interested in the documentary about the life of Luis <i>Palau</i>, an Argentine evangelist. We also enjoyed&nbsp;<i>God Where Are You? </i>and <i>Copying Beethoven</i>.<div><br /></div><div>While researching the 1941 Brethren Missionary archives, I came across several fascinating stories about the mission in Argentina. For example, several letters from Laura Wagner described what her life and ministry involved--the heavy load she carried, her zeal, her heart for people and the extent of her sacrifice. My admiration for this woman grew enormously. I only wish I had gotten to know her better when I had the opportunity. It happens that their second daughter (in dad´s arms) started a Christian school and I taught third grade there for about a year. By then, late 60's, doña Laura was a white'haired older woman who faithfully cooked for the school children. She could have taught me so much from her life of missionary experience.&nbsp;</div><div>Interestingly, their son (in mom's arms) lived in the US several years, He remodeled a little house acquired from his relatives. worked in maintenance at Grace Village where my parents were and at Global Auto, my brother's shop. Alan and Victor were friends and ministered together in the Spanish-speaking church in Warsaw. Dory, his wife, was able to join him from Argentina. They were very dear to us and we've missed them since they went back to their homeland and their children and grandchildren,</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnmA3xXosOc/X1g7zwfZD2I/AAAAAAAAZVg/5gCIaJv6Y2Qmiet4fgs1uZO6Iy-fYDAnACLcBGAsYHQ/s524/Wagners%2B8.09%2Bpic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="325" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnmA3xXosOc/X1g7zwfZD2I/AAAAAAAAZVg/5gCIaJv6Y2Qmiet4fgs1uZO6Iy-fYDAnACLcBGAsYHQ/w388-h625/Wagners%2B8.09%2Bpic.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to get together with my fellow-writers again after a summer hiatus, albeit virtually via Zoom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSrTi_MFiTQ/X1gXlVV7x3I/AAAAAAAAZUY/iTrhINJbjq4WX2nhhQpew2Vzcb8brogMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119078386_10101069501868096_1992731419669986981_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="960" height="241" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSrTi_MFiTQ/X1gXlVV7x3I/AAAAAAAAZUY/iTrhINJbjq4WX2nhhQpew2Vzcb8brogMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h241/119078386_10101069501868096_1992731419669986981_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later in the day Michael and I went to an in-person event--Elijah's soccer game. Always a joy to share moments with family!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On_Qg6CWudE/X1gZmo3bivI/AAAAAAAAZUw/dOiJ02zOAdYxRZ9dXfn3q8TEXn1wQK4xgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118997319_10101069502072686_1583421124741962954_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="469" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-On_Qg6CWudE/X1gZmo3bivI/AAAAAAAAZUw/dOiJ02zOAdYxRZ9dXfn3q8TEXn1wQK4xgCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h469/118997319_10101069502072686_1583421124741962954_n.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A small treat for Elijah after a long game.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was the start of a big weekend in Upland, starting with yard sales all over town. People come from everywhere causing traffic jams. Diane enjoys coming for the event. So I picked her up and we made the rounds of the library book sale, a couple yard sales, a visit to her good friends the Phillips, and we ended the day with a stop at Sophie's Ice Cream.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-pHP0PxWFk/X1gY9d3fYSI/AAAAAAAAZUo/Rly5voTqzyAchk6G0NKdK1K5fjC4qx4pACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/119075961_10101069501768296_2629312449501447587_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-pHP0PxWFk/X1gY9d3fYSI/AAAAAAAAZUo/Rly5voTqzyAchk6G0NKdK1K5fjC4qx4pACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/119075961_10101069501768296_2629312449501447587_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Diane enjoying a turtle sundae<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Will end with another blossom to cheer y'all, my latest tutorial.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R31qzTqY1g/X1gbBoiotrI/AAAAAAAAZU8/yOqbhguARSEZxWJGwcBZ-XJZABK5USKMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/119115576_10101069533988726_2162569267920330434_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="1440" height="147" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R31qzTqY1g/X1gbBoiotrI/AAAAAAAAZU8/yOqbhguARSEZxWJGwcBZ-XJZABK5USKMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w205-h147/119115576_10101069533988726_2162569267920330434_o.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/S2Mxs0dCxZ0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Should We Bless This Food? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=40958 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:53c055a2-f981-32b3-e636-cf22832da572 Wed, 09 Sep 2020 06:33:51 -0400 My mother taught me the “God-is-great-God-is-good-and-we-thank-Him-for-our-food” prayer early, so saying grace comes naturally. But as a child, I wondered about blessing food containing onions. Onions were poison. Yet, Mom persisted. Fearing death, I changed my prayer accordingly: “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. …” I picked [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-praying-child-1668636_1920-971x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40960" width="184" height="194" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-praying-child-1668636_1920-971x1024.jpg 971w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-praying-child-1668636_1920-285x300.jpg 285w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-praying-child-1668636_1920-768x810.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-praying-child-1668636_1920-624x658.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-praying-child-1668636_1920.jpg 1010w" sizes="(max-width: 184px) 100vw, 184px" /></figure></div> <p>My mother taught me the “God-is-great-God-is-good-and-we-thank-Him-for-our-food” prayer early, so saying grace comes naturally. But as a child, I wondered about blessing food containing onions. Onions were poison. Yet, Mom persisted. Fearing death, I changed my prayer accordingly: “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. …”</p> <p>I picked out the onions, hid them in a napkin and sat on them, plotting secret disposal.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-Christy-Cover-51OIYPIqbRL._SY346_.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40961" width="168" height="254" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-Christy-Cover-51OIYPIqbRL._SY346_.jpg 230w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-Christy-Cover-51OIYPIqbRL._SY346_-199x300.jpg 199w" sizes="(max-width: 168px) 100vw, 168px" /></figure></div> <p>A prominent U.S. Senate chaplain dealt with similar issues. Reverend Peter Marshall’s wife Catherine, who later would write <em>Christy</em>, a best seller, tried to disguise leftover holiday turkey as hash. Reverend Marshall declared that God knew he hated turkey hash; therefore, he would not give thanks.</p> <p>Lucky Reverend Marshall. He didn’t sit on a napkin full of hash.</p> <p>Unblessable vegetables have cropped up in my poll. My husband offers theological treatises on why God never meant humans to ingest lima beans.</p> <p>He also dislikes fried chicken, a lifelong passion of mine — and my mother’s. When I was dating age, she warned me about men like him. Mom never stopped frying chicken, but for 65 years, she cooked alternative pork chops for chicken-hating Dad.</p> <p>Other poll participants have experienced similar disagreements, describing black-eyed peas, liver, mincemeat pie, marshmallows, sushi and tapioca pudding in vivid, unmentionable terms.</p> <p>Some struggle to bless food in restaurants, especially at today’s prices. Others, like me, rate lukewarm soup as an abomination before the Lord.</p> <p>However, I’m not always sensitive to others’ dietary abominations. When I went to college, my mom, who had German background, sent me a special treat: pickled pigs’ feet. Upon seeing the bones in our trash can, my Jewish roommate concluded I was a closet cannibal.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920-1024x714.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40966" width="396" height="276" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920-1024x714.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920-300x209.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920-768x536.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920-1536x1072.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920-624x435.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-cooked-banana-1448901_1920.jpg 1684w" sizes="(max-width: 396px) 100vw, 396px" /><figcaption>Image by Aline Ponce from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Missionaries struggle with related scenarios. A prominent Ecuadorian town official offered missionary friends roasted guinea pig. My sister-in-law in Honduras informed me that armadillo does <em>not</em> taste like chicken. Once a guest in a South American jungle home, I forced myself to munch mooshy strips of spoiled bacon. Later, I discovered they were baked bananas.</p> <p>I have learned to eat onions — though they remember my early rejection and exact revenge.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-blue-berry-cheese-cake-4547988_1920-798x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40974" width="272" height="350" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-blue-berry-cheese-cake-4547988_1920-798x1024.jpg 798w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-blue-berry-cheese-cake-4547988_1920-234x300.jpg 234w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-blue-berry-cheese-cake-4547988_1920-768x986.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-blue-berry-cheese-cake-4547988_1920-624x801.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200909-p-blue-berry-cheese-cake-4547988_1920.jpg 1117w" sizes="(max-width: 272px) 100vw, 272px" /></figure></div> <p>Before leaving the subject of unblessable foods, we should address the elephant in the room. Not eat it, though some Asians and Africans consider elephant meat a delicacy.</p> <p>I refer to elephant-sized appetites, including mine. Should we bless thousand-calorie-a-bite cheesecake?</p> <p>God is great and God is good. He blesses us with cheesecake — also with bathroom scales, fitting room mirrors, high school reunions, and mean doctors/dieticians/trainers.</p> <p>With tons of green salad, too … topped with a slice of onion.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920-1024x481.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40967" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920-1024x481.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920-300x141.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920-768x361.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920-1536x722.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920-624x293.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/209090-p-salad-1878384_1920.jpg 1919w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What foods do you consider unblessable?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: You Know the Way http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=40851 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:170c5065-d113-1c92-d485-69a1d1717d88 Mon, 07 Sep 2020 05:59:05 -0400 O Lord, my grandchildren believe I’ve been around since forever. One asked if I knew Betsy Ross. But You truly have been around since forever. OMG, thank You for offering Your expert help to all of us navigating our senior years. Not to mention, our forever! <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200914-BetsyRoss-shutterstock_19250683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40853" width="489" height="510" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200914-BetsyRoss-shutterstock_19250683.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/200914-BetsyRoss-shutterstock_19250683-288x300.jpg 288w" sizes="(max-width: 489px) 100vw, 489px" /><figcaption><strong>According to my grandson, Betsy and I were buddies.</strong></figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>O Lord, my grandchildren believe I’ve been around since forever. One asked if I knew Betsy Ross. But You truly have been around since forever. OMG, thank You for offering Your expert help to all of us navigating our senior years. Not to mention, our forever!</strong></p> On My Shelf: The Monsters and the Critics and Other Essays http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-the-monsters-and-the-critics-and-other-essays/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:f8fc8ace-4e6c-6f38-16b4-613352a8685d Fri, 04 Sep 2020 05:30:24 -0400 <p>If you have followed my blog or been around me for very long, you know I am passionate about J.R.R. Tolkien, his books, media inspired by his books, games inspired by his books, and his scholarship. A stroll down more&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/on-my-shelf-the-monsters-and-the-critics-and-other-essays/">On My Shelf: The Monsters and the Critics and Other Essays</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> What Kind of Store? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=40632 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:2102ee07-a8b8-ca99-6f6c-5c9126f46531 Wed, 02 Sep 2020 07:10:31 -0400 Have you noticed lately that businesses are teaming up to lower costs? If you’ve driven interstates, you’ve probably taken breaks at truck stops that combine gas stations, convenience stores, and fast-food restaurants. Highly visible, their diversity serves tired travelers who want to find only one exit — and parking spot. Other restaurants also have joined [&#8230;] <p>Have you noticed lately that businesses are teaming up to lower costs?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-taco-2610649_1920-1024x689.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40635" width="321" height="215" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-taco-2610649_1920-1024x689.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-taco-2610649_1920-300x202.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-taco-2610649_1920-768x517.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-taco-2610649_1920-624x420.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-taco-2610649_1920.jpg 1489w" sizes="(max-width: 321px) 100vw, 321px" /><figcaption>Image by RobynsWorld from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>If you’ve driven interstates, you’ve probably taken breaks at truck stops that combine gas stations, convenience stores, and fast-food restaurants. Highly visible, their diversity serves tired travelers who want to find only one exit — and parking spot.</p> <p>Other restaurants also have joined forces. For a while, I could sky my cholesterol at either a building’s fried chicken half or taco section.</p> <p>Recently, though, that trend has waned. Perhaps, employees were exchanging secret recipes. Or maybe, desiring job security, they started to mug customers, dragging them to their side.</p> <p>Businesses offering contrasting services seem to post success rates. Scorning the logic of bookstore-coffee shop and doctor’s office-pharmacy combinations, they often appear in small towns. I’ve patronized a computer-tractor sales store, which New Yorkers might find … unusual. Also, a car repair garage that sold used furniture. I’ve drunk lattes brewed at a hardware store.</p> <p>Occasionally, even we small-town types blink at business combos. Hubby, wanting his coat cleaned, found himself staring at a store window’s sandy beach scene. The tanning salon also served as a dry cleaner’s drop-off.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920-1024x569.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40634" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920-1024x569.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920-300x167.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920-768x427.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920-1536x853.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920-624x347.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-tanning-salon-beach-1236581_1920.jpg 1777w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /><figcaption>Image by MustangJoe from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure> <p>When my mother visited our small town, I had to explain why I’d driven her to the laundromat to buy a Greyhound ticket.</p> <p>Having pastored in an isolated Oregon town (population 37), Mom shouldn’t have found that strange. The solitary business there served as combination restaurant, bar, gas station, post office and bank. My parents probably were the only missionaries their supporters knew who cashed checks at the Dry Gulch Saloon.</p> <p>Our son and his family have followed a similar unique path, attending Sunday morning services where a boxing club, GED classes, pickleball courts and a girls’ Roller Derby team are housed. I never before had praised God in sight of a boxing ring, but Jesus, with His grassroots approach, might not have found that odd.</p> <p>I wonder why certain combination stores haven’t yet appeared. Take, for example, a car repair garage-nail salon. Supplied with massage chairs and earphones to soften clanky garage noises, female customers would never ask, “Is my car ready yet?”</p> <p>Instead, they’d pay for an engine rebuild. (Anything to avoid fixing supper.)</p> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"> <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/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920-1024x534.jpg" alt="" data-id="40643" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=40643" class="wp-image-40643" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920-1024x534.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920-300x156.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920-768x400.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920-1536x801.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920-624x325.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-engine-work-bmw-3342135_1920.jpg 1832w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920-1024x932.jpg" alt="" data-id="40646" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=40646" class="wp-image-40646" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920-1024x932.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920-300x273.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920-768x699.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920-624x568.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-nail-art-2688470_1920.jpg 1388w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> </div></div> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"></div></div> </div></div> </div></div> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"></div></div> </div></div> </div></div> <p>A combination electronics store-spa would please both genders. With men free to stare at screens and evaluate gadgets and women free to relax without doing either, store owners would make big profits.</p> <p>Some parents suggest a combination birthday palace-psychological clinic, with discount therapy coupons for moms and dads.</p> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"></div></div> <p>However, we don’t want to see some business combinations, such as a tax accountant-bond service outfit. A fast-food-bait store. An airport with its own funeral home.</p> <p>Saving money on overhead is great. I’m all about cooperation and mutual support.</p> <p>Sometimes, though, wouldn’t going it alone be better?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920-1024x275.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40644" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920-1024x275.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920-300x81.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920-768x206.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920-1536x413.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920-624x168.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200902-p-salon-4912684_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What odd business combinations have you seen?</p> Flowers, food, friends, and family https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/flowers-food-friends-and-family.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:3fcf597a-1c26-1d9f-7183-f5dbfc5e446a Tue, 01 Sep 2020 14:05:50 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin in Tennessee--delicate muted colors this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZyusW8pR1A/X01oZFemfUI/AAAAAAAAZSQ/H6zfH7db2nYnLAotoTZQcf80vU3uHgPhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-30-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZyusW8pR1A/X01oZFemfUI/AAAAAAAAZSQ/H6zfH7db2nYnLAotoTZQcf80vU3uHgPhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-30-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the home front, another surprise gladiolus!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MSqL1jb1bU/X01ofjf1RxI/AAAAAAAAZSU/vEqkJsm1qTsRWJJgkN0TuGUcW6dAFBEzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118683433_10101063790034656_8606822123117802959_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MSqL1jb1bU/X01ofjf1RxI/AAAAAAAAZSU/vEqkJsm1qTsRWJJgkN0TuGUcW6dAFBEzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/118683433_10101063790034656_8606822123117802959_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday evenings, at Stephan and Karen's, I've enjoyed the fragrant welcome of these hostas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGmXpwmWgpo/X01omYzMQQI/AAAAAAAAZSY/p0ge2iOesoM3YjU3iFgIZTK5Jo1UD4vZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118530682_10101062478433116_457413870873929144_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGmXpwmWgpo/X01omYzMQQI/AAAAAAAAZSY/p0ge2iOesoM3YjU3iFgIZTK5Jo1UD4vZACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/118530682_10101062478433116_457413870873929144_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I gathered my photos for the weekly blog post, I was chagrined that there were so few and only of blooms and food. Of all the fellowship opportunities, not one photo to add to the sweet memories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will have to use word pictures instead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We enjoyed <b>John Tuggy</b>'s visit. He shared in church in the God is at Work segment, and also joined us at Monday Night Dinner. Stephan and John roomed together at one time when they were Taylor students. John met Nikki, a local girl during that time. They married, have three beautiful children, and now live in Uganda. Their oldest daughter, Eliana, is at Wheaton. When students were sent home in March, she was able to stay with a relative in Chicago. As a freshman, it's been difficult to be away from family, adjust to life in the US, try to make new friends, and then finish the semester online. The family was scheduled for a US visit, but only Dad was able to leave Uganda a couple months ago before the borders were locked down. And now must wait to get back to his family and church. Meanwhile, he helps daughter #1 (with drivers license, insurance, and emotional support), visits family, friends and supporters, and prepares a weekly online message for the church back in Uganda.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That same day I met&nbsp;<b>Georgia </b>at The Bridge for a farewell breakfast before her move. Ever since we walked together one summer, the friendship has grown. We've gotten together many times to make art together, or sell it at local fairs. I will miss her, but am happy for her new surroundings. She is such a lover of nature, captures beautiful photos, and paints amazing miniatures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day, Tuesday, I got together with my neighbor friend <b>Petey.</b>&nbsp;For several years now we have tried to meet for coffee every week. Family priorities and appointments interfere at times. We are so grateful for the sharing times we do have and the growing friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Such beautiful times and no photos to share. However, these ladies prefer it that way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Moriah</b>, now a senior, brought her friend <b>Joselyn </b>over to cook a meal together for the first time. The food was great!&nbsp;&nbsp;(No photo&nbsp; :-(&nbsp; ) Why did they wait so long?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, we enjoyed Moriah's bread making twice this week! Her coworkers at Chick-fil-A luv her bread! They sit together after closing and clean-up and devour an entire loaf.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt2ajjYDBXw/X01pP4HOV3I/AAAAAAAAZSw/GyNDYwztqrQ6SFUDFn8r-FDw5ReNa19pQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/118654134_10101063986825286_9213870392273104025_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt2ajjYDBXw/X01pP4HOV3I/AAAAAAAAZSw/GyNDYwztqrQ6SFUDFn8r-FDw5ReNa19pQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/118654134_10101063986825286_9213870392273104025_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoy visits with <b>Leah </b>on the days when I take her to her radiation treatments. And <b>Kalani</b>'s smiles when I arrive a bit early to pick her up. The days <b>Destiny </b>does not need the car, Leah likes to drive herself, go on country roads, notice the beauty of Indiana landscapes, and glimpse as many animals as possible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We love it when <b>Kayla </b>stops by and visits for awhile. She had borrowed folding table and chairs for <b>Rebecca</b>'s birthday parties and came to return them. She is loving her part time job at the Upland Library, and not so excited about teaching dance via Zoom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Michael </b>still rides his bike a couple mornings a week and then the long one with friends on Saturday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Robotics' weekly team meetings are cancelled until October, so his time is taken up with the many tasks that require his attention around here--cracks and ruts in lane and driveway (hired it done); fix water tank and boiler leaks; stock pile wood for winter; and so much more. He is never idle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of my in-between moments and hours are consumed with <i>research rapture</i>. After compiling several years-worth of BMH Gleanings about the Hoyt clan (Brethren Missionary Herald findings that mention my father's siblings), I have gone back to focus on the mission work in Argentina. I completed year 1940 summary this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both of us listen to audio books almost constantly, borrowed from the library and accessed via cell phones. I favor historic fiction and memoirs. Recently I listened to all available by <b><a href="https://rutasepetys.com/about/" rel="nofollow">Ruta Sepetys</a></b> and highly recommend her writing. She finds hidden stories of suffering and tragedy and weaves historic facts into compelling novels. I am convinced that she also suffers from <i>research rapture!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Michael and I drive together anywhere, I read out loud. This week we finished a short and powerful memoir, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Mom-Stephen-C-Messer/dp/149820810X" rel="nofollow">Finding Mom</a>&nbsp;</i>by <b><a href="https://pillars.taylor.edu/chapel-2015-16/23/" rel="nofollow">Stephen C. Messer,</a></b> 2015. Interestingly, he and his wife <b>Betty </b>were my colleagues when I taught at Taylor University, and she and I taught Spanish! It was published some ten years after I left TU and I did not hear of the book until recently.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally, on Saturday, I took advantage of photo opportunities. <b>Elijah </b>was playing soccer in the neighboring town, at Mississinewa High School in Gas City. It was so wonderful to have a time to catch up with son <b>Sam's family</b>. We haven't seen them in long time, it seems. Elijah played well. He is a strapping 6 foot-tall young man!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zY8nB-9YqAw/X01qTfKPlyI/AAAAAAAAZS4/RUvUFDYO7x4jBLUK_LmvvWYDBz4GWWsgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Soccer%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zY8nB-9YqAw/X01qTfKPlyI/AAAAAAAAZS4/RUvUFDYO7x4jBLUK_LmvvWYDBz4GWWsgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Soccer%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So, what were the highlights of your week?&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Ic4sp_Gk5Io" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Glad You Like Them Tall, Lord http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=40624 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0f7aa9c0-d3bb-6be3-d38e-9de3b8503df7 Tue, 01 Sep 2020 08:57:53 -0400 O Lord, thank You for zinnias, which I plant every year because they add flower fireworks to my yard; rarely have to be fed or watered; and finally, OMG, thank You for making them tall enough to hide my almost-September garden from the neighbors. <p><strong>O Lord, thank You for zinnias, which I plant every year because they add flower fireworks to my yard; rarely have to be fed or watered; and finally, OMG, thank You for making them tall enough to hide my almost-September garden from the neighbors.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200831-SingleZinnia.jpg" alt="" data-id="40626" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=40626" class="wp-image-40626" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200831-SingleZinnia.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200831-SingleZinnia-247x300.jpg 247w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">Fireworks!</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200831-Zinnias.jpg" alt="" data-id="40627" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=40627" class="wp-image-40627"/><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">So nice and tall.</figcaption></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200831-GardenSept.jpg" alt="" data-id="40628" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200831-GardenSept.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=40628" class="wp-image-40628"/><figcaption class="blocks-gallery-item__caption">It&#8217;s a garden, not a pasture. Really.</figcaption></figure></li></ul></figure> Why Hellboy? http://www.freelanceknight.com/why-hellboy/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:93c9694f-948b-3c72-86a5-929ee31b8bed Fri, 28 Aug 2020 05:30:10 -0400 <p>Since I announced I was ending my freelancing hiatus to join the Hellboy: The Roleplaying Game team, I have been asked a similar question by many of my friends and family, &#8220;Why Hellboy?&#8221; Specifically, many are asking how can I,&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/why-hellboy/">Why Hellboy?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> 6 Masks I’ve Worn This Week: Pros & Cons https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/08/26/6-masks-ive-worn-this-week-pros-cons/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:5695804f-278b-2063-8c12-d3dce1d2325c Wed, 26 Aug 2020 14:49:51 -0400 It&#8217;s a brand new school year and a brand new way of thinking and teaching. If I thought that going completely online with my classes last March was a challenge, I&#8217;m now trying to teach in masks. Below are pics of me trying these various masks and the pros and cons of each. I&#8217;m only a [&#8230;] Positive Principals http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=40502 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1f808062-1451-a1cd-ec12-56baac27b701 Wed, 26 Aug 2020 07:26:53 -0400 As a spanking-new first grader, I heard (on big-kid authority) the principal functioned as Lord High Executioner. Mrs. Taylor, a large, pigeon-shaped lady, laughed loud and deep, displaying a mouthful of white, predatory teeth. Whenever she appeared, I glued my eyes to my Dick and Jane book. I never wanted to deliver Teacher’s attendance sheet [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-first-grader-apprentice-1694970_1920-787x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40504" width="282" height="366" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-first-grader-apprentice-1694970_1920-787x1024.jpg 787w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-first-grader-apprentice-1694970_1920-231x300.jpg 231w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-first-grader-apprentice-1694970_1920-768x999.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-first-grader-apprentice-1694970_1920-624x812.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-first-grader-apprentice-1694970_1920.jpg 1056w" sizes="(max-width: 282px) 100vw, 282px" /></figure></div> <p>As a spanking-new first grader, I heard (on big-kid authority) the principal functioned as Lord High Executioner. Mrs. Taylor, a large, pigeon-shaped lady, laughed loud and deep, displaying a mouthful of white, predatory teeth.</p> <p>Whenever she appeared, I glued my eyes to my Dick and Jane book. I never wanted to deliver Teacher’s attendance sheet to Mrs. Taylor’s office because I couldn’t bear the hopeless looks of the condemned waiting outside. Would they emerge alive?</p> <p>I’d survived first grade, when I heard rumors of a new principal. A man. I feared my life expectancy would drop considerably, which my first encounter with Mr. O’Connor confirmed. Adults called him “short,” but he seemed big and powerful, a redheaded Irishman whose cat-green eyes shot sparks when we crossed him.</p> <p>My children, on the other hand, brought home tales of friendship and fun with their principal. He read storybooks aloud, led students in “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” and told the lamest knock-knock jokes in western civilization. If you forgot your bus number, he materialized like Jesus to help you.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-potbellied-pig-1155658_1920-1024x657.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40516" width="432" height="276" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-potbellied-pig-1155658_1920-1024x657.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-potbellied-pig-1155658_1920-300x193.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-potbellied-pig-1155658_1920-768x493.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-potbellied-pig-1155658_1920.jpg 1511w" sizes="(max-width: 432px) 100vw, 432px" /></figure></div> <p>During our children’s school careers, we encountered several principals who went the extra mile. Lately, though, many go the extra galaxy. Mrs. Taylor and Mr. O’Connor, whom I eventually recognized as caring professionals, wanted students to achieve. Never, however, did they kiss a potbellied pig. Running a school these days poses enough challenges without eating fried worms (even with mustard and ketchup), as a Texas principal did to motivate her students.</p> <p>Brave? Ye-e-es. Even more heroic (and less yucky): working behind the scenes to make a difference in kids’ lives.</p> <p>Years ago, I encountered our principal in an alley doing exactly that. Unintentionally, I almost wiped him out. Still dressed in robe and nightgown, I was moving trash cans in pouring rain when subhuman screams rent the air. I grabbed my garden hoe, positive a child had been attacked. Thankfully, I recognized our principal before I dismembered him.</p> <p>I ducked inside our garage and watched the drenched educator haul a screeching, kicking blur toward school a block away. Later, I asked him about the incident.</p> <p>“Billy had locked himself in his mom’s car. I went and brought him to school.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-rain-escape-person-731165_1920-1024x578.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40511" width="376" height="212" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-rain-escape-person-731165_1920-1024x578.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-rain-escape-person-731165_1920-300x169.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-rain-escape-person-731165_1920-768x434.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-rain-escape-person-731165_1920-624x352.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-rain-escape-person-731165_1920.jpg 1519w" sizes="(max-width: 376px) 100vw, 376px" /></figure></div> <p>“Coat hanger?” I asked.</p> <p>“Yeah, learned it in college. Great methods course.”</p> <p>“Has Billy learned his lesson?”</p> <p>“He tries stuff to see if I mean it.” A Mr. O’Connor look stole over his features. “I mean it.”</p> <p>Did Billy thank him? Probably not. The principal had to use more Fear Factor than he liked. Hopefully, three decades later, Billy realizes the value of his Friend Factor, who literally walked the extra mile — in the rain — to help him succeed.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920-1024x680.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-40514" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920-1024x680.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920-768x510.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920-1536x1020.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920-624x414.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/200824-p-educator-cropped-teaching-4784914_1920.jpg 1757w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What special educator do you recall?</p> N.A. Noel https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/25/n-a-noel/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:19875a1f-3794-ad36-14a3-49fdc91930e9 Tue, 25 Aug 2020 20:49:09 -0400 <p>N.A. Noel has been a favorite artist since I first saw her work. Meeting her proved that her heart and character were as elegant as her work. Later, N.A. Noel was my guest on the radio talk show, gracious and generous with her story. A beauty dimmed, a spark quenched, Nancy Anne Noel left her [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/25/n-a-noel/">N.A. Noel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><img class="wt-max-width-full wt-horizontal-center wt-vertical-center carousel-image wt-rounded" src="https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_794xN.2013235981_et3i.jpg" srcset="https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_794xN.2013235981_et3i.jpg 1x, https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_1588xN.2013235981_et3i.jpg 2x" alt="Angel Girl Angel Wings Oil Painting Vintage Nancy Noel Art image 0" data-carousel-first-image="" data-original-image-width="865" data-src-zoom-image="https://i.etsystatic.com/19994444/r/il/033adc/2013235981/il_fullxfull.2013235981_et3i.jpg" data-index="0" />N.A. Noel has been a favorite artist since I first saw her work. Meeting her proved that her heart and character were as elegant as her work. Later, N.A. Noel was my guest on the radio talk show, gracious and generous with her story.</p> <p>A beauty dimmed, a spark quenched, <a href="https://nanoel.com/">Nancy Anne Noel</a> left her Indiana farm and studio on August 16, 2020 to paint in the Elysian fields. Because she lived full blast, full out, her vast collection of originals and prints make the world a lovelier place. The painter of angels and children, supporter of youth on the other side of the world, N.A. Noel connected through color, hue, and brush strokes. Her soft and welcoming images warm my heart and home.</p> <p>While I know her journey was marked by challenges, Nancy encourages us to bravely pour out our best for ourselves and others. Her art, books, and the school she sponsored for children in Kenya continue to graciously and generously impact the world.</p> <p>Enriching heart and hearth, Nancy Noel&#8217;s work is abundantly displayed in <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/">my home</a>. Her creativity enhances potential in others.</p> <div class="sLG zI7 iyn Hsu" data-test-id="closeup-image"> <div class="Pj7 sLG XiG eEj m1e"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="MIw QLY Rym ojN p6V sLG zI7 iyn Hsu"> <div class="XiG zI7 iyn Hsu"><img class="hCL kVc L4E MIw" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/04/75/6b04752b6a71ba3a18cf3a9779b3895e.jpg" alt="Nancy Noel Hand Signed and Numbered Limited Edition Lithograph on Paper:&quot;Ashley&quot;" data-comment-count="0" data-like-count="0" data-repin-count="0" data-mouse-over-event-fired="1" /></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/08/25/n-a-noel/">N.A. Noel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> New Beginnings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/08/new-beginnings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c0a4fa89-0cd1-6b60-2ea2-4468d17f19f1 Tue, 25 Aug 2020 16:03:27 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks again, Karin, for brightening the opening to this weekly photo-journal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSzvqKeqToI/X0UhWUpJ67I/AAAAAAAAZQw/GmFuv6M-69AS-FyaolUfdysGFKhmtNZMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B2%2B-%2B8-23-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="410" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSzvqKeqToI/X0UhWUpJ67I/AAAAAAAAZQw/GmFuv6M-69AS-FyaolUfdysGFKhmtNZMwCLcBGAsYHQ/w307-h410/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B2%2B-%2B8-23-20.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These blooms provide a cheery welcome to Monday Night Dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_EeLzYC44Y/X0Uheuwea-I/AAAAAAAAZQ0/rpOlfv3SVF4vuxS-gwbX-OLyf8KqDXlzACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118137133_10101057584051496_1900085612601772248_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_EeLzYC44Y/X0Uheuwea-I/AAAAAAAAZQ0/rpOlfv3SVF4vuxS-gwbX-OLyf8KqDXlzACLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118137133_10101057584051496_1900085612601772248_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen's cute new hairdo was a fun surprise as well.&nbsp;</div>&nbsp;<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7norCaQO7A/X0UjEZ3tWgI/AAAAAAAAZRE/XFJ4FfvYYzMjiyHfBsPTxW-ztQk0APErgCLcBGAsYHQ/s886/118267906_10101057583916766_3324758857217807530_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="886" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7norCaQO7A/X0UjEZ3tWgI/AAAAAAAAZRE/XFJ4FfvYYzMjiyHfBsPTxW-ztQk0APErgCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118267906_10101057583916766_3324758857217807530_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Moriah moved back in after five months. We enjoyed reconnecting with her but failed to get a photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I noticed another move that day. Michael's recumbent bike hangs where the tandem used to be. He is grateful for the good health he is experiencing which allows him to ride his regular road bike. His total for the week exceeded 200 miles this time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2EzWKNu9KU/X0U-huvN3tI/AAAAAAAAZRM/yO7GCkz05iM47crp2E0dVz2MCue8vxuVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118251030_10101057582664276_1966437795060067845_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2EzWKNu9KU/X0U-huvN3tI/AAAAAAAAZRM/yO7GCkz05iM47crp2E0dVz2MCue8vxuVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118251030_10101057582664276_1966437795060067845_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday was Leah's first daily appointment at oncology. Actual radiation treatments began the next day.<br />I try to spend a few minutes with Kalani when I pick up Leah. We are intentional about him getting used to <i>abuela. </i>His other Nana was looking after him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQjpjv1sYJk/X0U_Ds5GyBI/AAAAAAAAZRU/hXEHUr6q24kpFjPWZi5QsXQUSPudurnNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118367480_10101057582564476_5425344041531725414_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQjpjv1sYJk/X0U_Ds5GyBI/AAAAAAAAZRU/hXEHUr6q24kpFjPWZi5QsXQUSPudurnNgCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118367480_10101057582564476_5425344041531725414_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, some of my ladies' Bible study group got together out on our deck and enjoyed being able to socialize after five months, even if at a safe distance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I resolved to get back to the Let's Make Art Watercolor lesson online that I had enjoyed so much last year. When Michael went to his robotics' team meeting, I joined the weekly tutorial. Initially I was not excited about the project, but was surprised at how much I like it in the end, especially the idea that God had fun designing a creature where black and white make a beautiful whole!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mja_A5KKp4/X0U_avZzLLI/AAAAAAAAZRg/CEo8jzTUxzAqkzQNOoRKBlT6go2zujLNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s643/zebra%2B8.19.2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="482" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mja_A5KKp4/X0U_avZzLLI/AAAAAAAAZRg/CEo8jzTUxzAqkzQNOoRKBlT6go2zujLNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w197-h262/zebra%2B8.19.2020.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While <i>abuelo </i>was out on his looooong Saturday ride, Rebecca and I had an adventure. It took two hours to walk the two-mile Upland trail. We were like the tortoise and the hare. She would run and stop, run and stop, while I plodded on steadily. However, the plan from the start was that each bench we came across was a photo-op and rest stop. We met a little green worm or caterpillar. Rebecca name it Harry and left a blade of grass and a little rock for him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the half-way round about we enjoyed the wildflowers, and also crossed over the road and walked to Ivanhoe's. The line was too long and we'd left our masks in the car, so we changed our plan and ordered take-out from Greek's Pizzeria and purchased drinks at the grocery store next door. The kind lady gave her a balloon that she named Pinky which entertained us on the walk back. Sadly, Harry had moved on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us8WPal-asY/X0VVv4EPMtI/AAAAAAAAZRs/m8HsH_kWYiE68YUWkx9a3WjyqlVb7hOxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Rebecca%2Badventure%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-us8WPal-asY/X0VVv4EPMtI/AAAAAAAAZRs/m8HsH_kWYiE68YUWkx9a3WjyqlVb7hOxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Rebecca%2Badventure%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are enjoying the wonderful weather.&nbsp; What's new in your life? 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We were already in Anderson, and it was the last opportunity to pick up the plastic sheets needed for making the deadline--to finish the 100 table dividers by Monday, the day before students' first day of school. <br />Team Roboto in Anderson was given a thousand-pound roll of heavy plastic, which they use to make face shields, and they also share with PhyXTGears for their projects. A few team members joined us that evening at their place to help cut the 100 segments needed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9BAkbcARs/XzqhPj898BI/AAAAAAAAZPA/754Ps1S-JBUYwF1N7ZNc-D8xEJKzTho_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1065/thumbnail_20200809_205531.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="1065" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9BAkbcARs/XzqhPj898BI/AAAAAAAAZPA/754Ps1S-JBUYwF1N7ZNc-D8xEJKzTho_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_20200809_205531.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I understood that it would be a serious challenge to meet the deadline, so after breakfast I asked if there was any way I could help. The immediate response was "Yes!" Surprisingly. there was work I was able to do! It was a long day on our feet. I marked and cut corners of all plastic sheets, then used the folding machine to put a crease in the middle of each. Julia's teenage son Isaiah, worked long hours placing the prepared sheet into the frames. Michael riveted them in place. My final task was to place rivets in the holes Michael drilled. Julia followed behind me with the pop rivet gun. Shawn, team president, place PhyXTGears stickers on each one. By 6:00 PM delivery time, we were short 20 table dividers to be installed the next day. <br />What an exhausting day! Now I better understand how Michael feels after being on his feet for hours.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB0vNjMcpMg/XzqjVO20FXI/AAAAAAAAZPM/I5h1rz_xi6MaAYdxQlgnH1kTWNG_JraQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/table%2Bdividers%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1588" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yB0vNjMcpMg/XzqjVO20FXI/AAAAAAAAZPM/I5h1rz_xi6MaAYdxQlgnH1kTWNG_JraQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/table%2Bdividers%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next three days Michael was busy completing and delivering order to three area Eastbrook schools, smaller quantities than the first one. It was fun to see these photos of how the table dividers fit into the different settings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwLzi_vZEQs/XzqjcQsXd-I/AAAAAAAAZPQ/kOWUBEHP-OcBk0TILigpNHsWYtL_ri7egCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/table%2Bdividers%2Binstalled%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1977" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwLzi_vZEQs/XzqjcQsXd-I/AAAAAAAAZPQ/kOWUBEHP-OcBk0TILigpNHsWYtL_ri7egCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/table%2Bdividers%2Binstalled%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">With all that, Michael continues to ride 20 to 30 miles two or three days a week, in addition to the long (circa 100 miles) one on the weekend. He also makes bread and several meals.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmNAy5bdKCk/Xzwa4PYYjMI/AAAAAAAAZQA/4f7lD-NeKvIoUvMaIoT6FztYzrUB-w1zACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/118050198_10101055474823406_82515090935876308_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmNAy5bdKCk/Xzwa4PYYjMI/AAAAAAAAZQA/4f7lD-NeKvIoUvMaIoT6FztYzrUB-w1zACLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/118050198_10101055474823406_82515090935876308_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Michael's latest experiment: pretzels</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Due to the heavy work week, I spent more time in the kitchen preparing meals in addition to all the clean up, especially making use of some of the more unusual items in the Misfits box.&nbsp;</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBXN345fN20/XzqkNaBorCI/AAAAAAAAZPc/WuctMH0tEm8yDi_TQfKKGaHExKxkHdNFACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117932655_10101053936077066_5901035110764119682_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBXN345fN20/XzqkNaBorCI/AAAAAAAAZPc/WuctMH0tEm8yDi_TQfKKGaHExKxkHdNFACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117932655_10101053936077066_5901035110764119682_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week we sold the tandem that has carried us on many enjoyable miles, near and far. "Goodbye, friend!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking back over the years, I realize that I have tended to hang on to life stages and things. It was difficult to let go of jobs and move on. Can you believe, it is hard sometimes to allow Michael complete control of shopping and cooking, even though it is his choice, and my least favorite! Somehow after so many years, the role reversal is a challenge. I often feel guilty instead of gratefully using the time to work on the writing projects that are on my heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This little girl started school this week and also had a birthday, her sixth, August 14!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JaDlquiVJk/XzqkTVgpvgI/AAAAAAAAZPg/cL4DLWEAYE4gY_hU3eSX9wScabkIWHBiACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117779609_10101053936551116_8419903548218673531_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="513" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JaDlquiVJk/XzqkTVgpvgI/AAAAAAAAZPg/cL4DLWEAYE4gY_hU3eSX9wScabkIWHBiACLcBGAsYHQ/w513-h513/117779609_10101053936551116_8419903548218673531_o.jpg" width="513" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">And this little guy, now five months, smiled sweetly for me several times, but it's so hard to capture the best ones.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JxzTxyuSGk/XzqkYS4MwQI/AAAAAAAAZPk/1X7Ni0FXsHcAHODMkNsQ0VT_oqKKxqurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s713/117922380_10101053935962296_1962020882688453034_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="713" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JxzTxyuSGk/XzqkYS4MwQI/AAAAAAAAZPk/1X7Ni0FXsHcAHODMkNsQ0VT_oqKKxqurwCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h378/117922380_10101053935962296_1962020882688453034_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I completed a phase of research--ten years of Brethren Missionary Heralds (the weekly denominational magazine) 1940-1950, learning about the ten Hoyt siblings participation in the Grace Brethren Church. It was a fascinating project and a significant accomplishment. I realize that the double "negatives," the shutdown plus the fractured ankle, forced me to learn to focus and enjoy it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I will go back over the same archives and focus on the mission in Argentina. My first discovery this week was the history of one of the oldest congregations. Surprisingly, it all began in 1915 with a Sunday School taught by a Swiss French widow in her native tongue, not in Spanish! Other Swiss Protestants noticed her efforts and joined with regular meetings in Spanish. A Brethren missionary learned of this group and arranged to hold monthly preaching services in different homes. Eventually, a pastor was sent, a church followed. A couple years ago there was a 100-year celebration.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVsC2oZ1fdQ/XzwufCvEjSI/AAAAAAAAZQM/_fNZf_AUZYEpUgS6zgRbFr9R21n5stfjACLcBGAsYHQ/s546/25%2Banniversary%2BCabrera%2B27%2BJan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="329" data-original-width="546" height="411" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVsC2oZ1fdQ/XzwufCvEjSI/AAAAAAAAZQM/_fNZf_AUZYEpUgS6zgRbFr9R21n5stfjACLcBGAsYHQ/w683-h411/25%2Banniversary%2BCabrera%2B27%2BJan.jpg" width="683" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been there, and my parents ministered there on occasion, but I never knew these interesting facts.&nbsp;</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/47OQRGvYbTE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Pauses and Birthdays https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/08/pauses-and-birthdays.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:16a3ec7c-d357-e35e-61bb-c12c46de25c2 Wed, 12 Aug 2020 11:44:10 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From cousin Karin's inexhaustible flower garden: a dahlia front center; vanilla-strawberry and lavender-purple hydrangeas; and zinnias. She wanted me to notice the floral design on the crystal vase.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLGYetYBLg/XzKmOeibrvI/AAAAAAAAZNM/Fzt3wc8VU3ke2BfxTeoeRxHWz-5l6b02QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-9-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBLGYetYBLg/XzKmOeibrvI/AAAAAAAAZNM/Fzt3wc8VU3ke2BfxTeoeRxHWz-5l6b02QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-9-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In our more wild Indiana context, I was delightfully surprised by the appearance of this yellow lily. The bulbs were a wedding favor some years ago. This lone lily got mixed in with the iris transplants to an area by the mailbox.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX4meRchl28/XzKmrHAqF5I/AAAAAAAAZNU/uVRq0SAX__Ic1oCgkzR5qBoUQ3cZd71NACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117287824_10101050017924076_5988451359631778363_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GX4meRchl28/XzKmrHAqF5I/AAAAAAAAZNU/uVRq0SAX__Ic1oCgkzR5qBoUQ3cZd71NACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117287824_10101050017924076_5988451359631778363_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Theme of the week: the looming deadline for delivery of 100 table dividers to a local school. Michael has been working on the project steadily all week with occasional help.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIDHFp61RSI/XzKxDSQpIYI/AAAAAAAAZNc/LcGzygAU5_EWec8qYbjsB8HSkwB2nqALwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117343890_10101050975395296_2594731672373809877_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yIDHFp61RSI/XzKxDSQpIYI/AAAAAAAAZNc/LcGzygAU5_EWec8qYbjsB8HSkwB2nqALwCLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h384/117343890_10101050975395296_2594731672373809877_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were invited to join "old" friends (emphasis on the more than 50 years of friendship) vacationing with their daughter and family in Northern Indiana--an idyllic setting by a chain of lakes. We were so grateful for the getaway. The peaceful boat ride delighting in the beauty of God's creation and the fellowship were so refreshing, like a mini-vacation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSIrEuVsOA/XzKxKf1X2uI/AAAAAAAAZNg/W9AgXuqTMMMXovjJTS5ZWNWY-NJszg-jwCLcBGAsYHQ/s836/Keevy%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="700" height="800" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSIrEuVsOA/XzKxKf1X2uI/AAAAAAAAZNg/W9AgXuqTMMMXovjJTS5ZWNWY-NJszg-jwCLcBGAsYHQ/w670-h800/Keevy%2BCollage.jpg" width="670" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, August 5, was our lovely daughter-in-law Karen's 45th birthday. There was no major celebration. I think she prefers it that way. I chose these Front and Back representative photos from her FB page. (Yes, she is an English teacher. How did you guess?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUtsEB0ciW4/XzP_yKf8fPI/AAAAAAAAZOY/Pk30d_xB9iwos2hG1ySgmmMhfYbmTMR1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Karen%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1087" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUtsEB0ciW4/XzP_yKf8fPI/AAAAAAAAZOY/Pk30d_xB9iwos2hG1ySgmmMhfYbmTMR1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Karen%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another delightful reprieve from daily routines and pressures, was a long walk with my dear friend to see the progress on their new home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngFcS6rM1pg/XzKxSXiilnI/AAAAAAAAZNk/ScsDf3nj6_0yHRDnkrlql1hphdLwZFKlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/117608633_10101050017829266_2689321478223837896_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngFcS6rM1pg/XzKxSXiilnI/AAAAAAAAZNk/ScsDf3nj6_0yHRDnkrlql1hphdLwZFKlACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117608633_10101050017829266_2689321478223837896_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've also enjoyed Moriah's occasional visits during her lunch break. Friday, August 7, we celebrated her 22nd birthday. (Interestingly, I realized that morning that my mother-in-law would have been 104. She's been gone 16 years.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah has been working this summer with engineering profs on a project that sometimes involves using machines in the shop adjacent to the robotics shop. (Don't let the Ball State t-shirt confuse you, she is definitely a Taylor University senior!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDl5BAF65wI/XzKxcVFRlsI/AAAAAAAAZNw/JVgXjjR6E-Mgt-2bPhyBMTEarftzzBTzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s634/117393754_10101050017709506_3909236098170238649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="590" height="507" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDl5BAF65wI/XzKxcVFRlsI/AAAAAAAAZNw/JVgXjjR6E-Mgt-2bPhyBMTEarftzzBTzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w472-h507/117393754_10101050017709506_3909236098170238649_n.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another birthday celebration was great granddaughter Rebecca's. She actually had two parties, to accommodate both sides of the family, and supposedly maintain social distancing. Shows you how many family fans Rebecca has!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Matt and Kayla are amazing hosts. They prepared a feast both times. And even had two theme birthday cakes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zw6HzJ4vMY4/XzKxmKPpzQI/AAAAAAAAZN4/n32icUgTq9oCIsXb4d38MySEX7CIcB2XQCLcBGAsYHQ/s770/117467237_10101050017564796_6065375137179444277_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="489" height="512" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zw6HzJ4vMY4/XzKxmKPpzQI/AAAAAAAAZN4/n32icUgTq9oCIsXb4d38MySEX7CIcB2XQCLcBGAsYHQ/w325-h512/117467237_10101050017564796_6065375137179444277_n.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I attended on the wrong day, Matt's side of the family on Saturday, because we had other plans Sunday. And I only stayed for an hour. Then I drove to Winona Lake Park for Global Auto's summer picnic.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was so grateful for the invitation because I hadn't seen my brother since Mother's funeral.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nu3wo7wxi9k/XzKxur-Js1I/AAAAAAAAZOA/yAZCelzW-AI3kuOorD8Ei2_DtVDiT9XPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/GA%2Bpicnic%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="800" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nu3wo7wxi9k/XzKxur-Js1I/AAAAAAAAZOA/yAZCelzW-AI3kuOorD8Ei2_DtVDiT9XPgCLcBGAsYHQ/w560-h800/GA%2Bpicnic%2BCollage.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Raquel, Alan's wife, did an excellent job of organizing this first annual picnic to honor and celebrate the Global Auto team. They've come through a very difficult season due to the multiple decisions and changes required by the pandemic. (Sorry that the photo does not include one of the main team members. He had already left with his family.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was not there. Saturdays are sacred to him. He cannot miss the opportunity to enjoy long rides with a group of bicycling fanatics. This time it was 98 miles and through some Amish areas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He learned this week that all his exercising is paying off. The lung doctor, at his annual checkup for Sarcoidosis, said that his numbers are above average for his age!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MC7KbPCJSuc/XzKx9XMNf7I/AAAAAAAAZOI/rPmCcfVme6YgkxVLgKr0sLE2IlyI14zbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/euskatel%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MC7KbPCJSuc/XzKx9XMNf7I/AAAAAAAAZOI/rPmCcfVme6YgkxVLgKr0sLE2IlyI14zbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/euskatel%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Monday deadline for the table dividers loomed impossible! So, Michael was up at dawn and put in four hours of work at the shop before church.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then in the afternoon we were privileged to attend a beautiful wedding. The whole experience was another refreshing pause that lifted our spirits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9VtEIHDKS4/XzKyLOetaPI/AAAAAAAAZOM/9NfJcZ5BanE93PCxly2hpknMH5EQXqUsACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Brainie%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="800" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9VtEIHDKS4/XzKyLOetaPI/AAAAAAAAZOM/9NfJcZ5BanE93PCxly2hpknMH5EQXqUsACLcBGAsYHQ/w560-h800/Brainie%2BCollage.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have interesting connections with the young couple's families. The father of the bride (front row next to big hat) grew up in a missionary family in the same denomination as my parents! The mother of the bride (blue dress bottom photos) was the college roommate of our dear OM coworkers!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The groom was born in the Dominican Republic when his parents were missionaries there. We share the Spanish language. Both families are part of our church community!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you've read this far, thank you! One added reflection from this week: I received an old photo of my maternal grandmother's family. I realized that I knew nothing of my great grandmother, either because I had forgotten or never heard anything about her. She died 11 months after my mother's birth which means my mother did not really know her either. As a great grandmother myself now, I suddenly became very interested. I will have to write more about these ancestors sometime. For now here is the photo from the early 1900s.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtT5orMDvIs/XzQKyz7w4rI/AAAAAAAAZOg/1ctlxGwtha4XWvPHRCe1tZ5rJEvdOkvxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Caroline%2BSprunger%2BFamily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1028" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtT5orMDvIs/XzQKyz7w4rI/AAAAAAAAZOg/1ctlxGwtha4XWvPHRCe1tZ5rJEvdOkvxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/thumbnail_Caroline%2BSprunger%2BFamily.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bottom left: my grandmother Esther Z Sprunger, next to my great grandmother Caroline</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/T-iE6dJLZ20" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Setbacks https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/08/setbacks.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2517ff51-3dd4-b422-bac3-30344e2352d7 Tue, 04 Aug 2020 09:56:36 -0400 Another colorful bouquet from Dayton, TN. I wonder how long cousin Karin's flowers bloom? We will certainly miss them in winter.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPrf6BtAn0M/XygoeOzH4yI/AAAAAAAAZLo/ryj5pcy2HtUowbc8jhIlsA8bu-C8uUh-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1049/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-2-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="881" height="328" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPrf6BtAn0M/XygoeOzH4yI/AAAAAAAAZLo/ryj5pcy2HtUowbc8jhIlsA8bu-C8uUh-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h328/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B8-2-20.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I posed a question last week about the big boxes our strong grandsons were unloading for us. Did you guess the contents correctly (<font size="2">pull-out sofa bed from IKEA</font>)?<br />Anybody want to build play houses with the boxes? They're still available.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeokXdBmjEs/Xygo0PhCxyI/AAAAAAAAZLw/e4u0GWtvYFoBm56SRskDdC5_sj9FIcwgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/sofa%2Bbed%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SeokXdBmjEs/Xygo0PhCxyI/AAAAAAAAZLw/e4u0GWtvYFoBm56SRskDdC5_sj9FIcwgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/sofa%2Bbed%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><br />Michael attempted one last Neowise comet sighting, this time with friend Bob Craton on his property on the other side of Upland. I went along and had a delightful visit with his wife Linda on their idyllic back deck.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjvCw6u9qV0/XygpV4gAXWI/AAAAAAAAZL4/S9OgfGxNikwZ2sOui6pvxJvbiiHZ6R-dACLcBGAsYHQ/s940/117041447_10101044894496466_7093298621008625440_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="940" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjvCw6u9qV0/XygpV4gAXWI/AAAAAAAAZL4/S9OgfGxNikwZ2sOui6pvxJvbiiHZ6R-dACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/117041447_10101044894496466_7093298621008625440_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For 23 years, July 29 we remembered two birthdays in our family. Mother would have been 99 this time. I love this picture which brings back favorite memories of when I'd stay overnight. After breakfast, we'd read the Bible together. When she lost her voice about two years ago, her expressive reading was over. She is no longer limited in any way!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP0PgoRVx1w/Xygq9iqaS5I/AAAAAAAAZMA/ZYIE_SexdsgAC94TMDueVXj7144C8HtFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1741/Birthdays%2BM%2B%2526%2BS%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1741" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP0PgoRVx1w/Xygq9iqaS5I/AAAAAAAAZMA/ZYIE_SexdsgAC94TMDueVXj7144C8HtFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Birthdays%2BM%2B%2526%2BS%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother now with the Author!<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span> &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp; Skye, now a Dad!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Thursday afternoon, my lovely landscape crew (the Blakely three) met me at Jim Slater's (local lily-grower) for a tour of his garden. We learned a lot and delighted in the remaining beauties though it is late in the season.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNcoiV3MdY4/XygrQWtBhzI/AAAAAAAAZMI/IykKnJCP0P0br4o_B07nya9r5hzn1E4KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/J%2BSlater%2527s%2BgardenCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1000" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNcoiV3MdY4/XygrQWtBhzI/AAAAAAAAZMI/IykKnJCP0P0br4o_B07nya9r5hzn1E4KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/J%2BSlater%2527s%2BgardenCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Michael (and anyone from the PhyXTGears who will help) landed a big order for table dividers for a nearby school. Lot of work ahead. For starters this week--measurements, algebraic calculations, and shopping for all the materials.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqsXHAVzEjY/XygsZRJROHI/AAAAAAAAZMQ/4EfBvg5tWdQj9PYoiOvto_dt9SrM176PwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1249/Anti%2BVirus%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="774" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqsXHAVzEjY/XygsZRJROHI/AAAAAAAAZMQ/4EfBvg5tWdQj9PYoiOvto_dt9SrM176PwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Anti%2BVirus%2BCollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He also cut a large order of ear savers, which I helped clean, punch out and package.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I set about to use up all the frozen bananas accumulating in the freezer. Believe it or not, most of these breads are given or gone by now.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-4j-iJlruA/XygssTPBi_I/AAAAAAAAZMY/SoZ2yuQUTn4WBoo092d9466aaMLxamkrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/116870947_10101044894366726_4477745838318783833_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-4j-iJlruA/XygssTPBi_I/AAAAAAAAZMY/SoZ2yuQUTn4WBoo092d9466aaMLxamkrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/116870947_10101044894366726_4477745838318783833_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday I delivered the GF muffins and ear savers to Kristie, Made my day just to see them and chat for a bit, though they were careful about social distancing, just in case, due to a fever Jude developed on the first day of school.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzHX1H9RJ44/Xygs06riVQI/AAAAAAAAZMc/yYBgRlP6MbMn_e370RFYpfZNSNpAXjurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/116702264_10101045421804736_1170211566517193294_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzHX1H9RJ44/Xygs06riVQI/AAAAAAAAZMc/yYBgRlP6MbMn_e370RFYpfZNSNpAXjurwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/116702264_10101045421804736_1170211566517193294_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friends in Argentina wrote that they are on Phase 1 shutdown again. Some here are feeling uncertainty about further setbacks. Those going back to school are wondering how things will play out. So here is my prayer for us from the Apostle Paul:</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you <b>completely </b>with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will <b>overflow </b>with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.</i> <span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;[emphasis added]</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span></span><span style="text-align: right;">Romans 15:13 NLT</span></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/cVEEmJZWNSc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Good Old Summertime: Or Why I Got Nothing Done and I’m Okay with It https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/07/30/good-old-summertime-or-why-i-got-nothing-done-and-im-okay-with-it/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:61acbf32-a86e-5d97-4a89-c99071c9ef3c Thu, 30 Jul 2020 11:21:53 -0400 I truly tried. I had a list. I had a schedule. I had good intentions. I was going to GET STUFF DONE. Write some articles. Work with writing prompts. Submit. Start a more vigorous exercise program. Learn InDesign and Google Analytics. Write some letters. Instead, you know what I did? Not that. I rested. I [&#8230;] Purposeful Pleasures https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/purposeful-pleasures.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:21525fad-a6cb-7a01-871c-ca5a5d2d9826 Tue, 28 Jul 2020 16:25:21 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lots of pictures this week, and always cousin Karin's beautiful bouquet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiyswmub7Ho/XyBM_vxjwcI/AAAAAAAAZJI/owQWkLMcvk8d__wqR1t5v_LeQ2KelSlxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7%2B-%2B26-%2B20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiyswmub7Ho/XyBM_vxjwcI/AAAAAAAAZJI/owQWkLMcvk8d__wqR1t5v_LeQ2KelSlxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7%2B-%2B26-%2B20.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spotted this beauty in our lovely natural surroundings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppowMpJJOEQ/XyBNitKAZFI/AAAAAAAAZJc/3YYeJUOYLAIYhb2uClz0COSETmcGFY8OQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116432999_10101041280009926_8084118579150718409_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ppowMpJJOEQ/XyBNitKAZFI/AAAAAAAAZJc/3YYeJUOYLAIYhb2uClz0COSETmcGFY8OQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116432999_10101041280009926_8084118579150718409_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woodsy Lace</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I hired a landscaping crew (three sisters) to care for three areas that are more intentionally planned. Actually, I have planted rather randomly over the years, and now we are trying to improve that.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, the girls came by this week with their mother to give advice re. what flowers to plant where.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When they discovered our zip line, they had to try it out. All had several successful tries until Mom went down. The bungy cord at the bottom snapped! It protects from crashing into the tree. Truly the straw that broke <strike>the camel's back</strike>&nbsp;the cord, especially considering she is the smallest of them all! No one was hurt and we had a big laugh.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEePxIjLsGw/XyBOgDDsioI/AAAAAAAAZJk/0w7VjIaNK50Z5lsaKsaC0hATxNVCguyNACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Blakely%2Bzip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1000" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEePxIjLsGw/XyBOgDDsioI/AAAAAAAAZJk/0w7VjIaNK50Z5lsaKsaC0hATxNVCguyNACLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h438/Blakely%2Bzip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been recruited to be involved in starting a Friends of the Library group. We went to visit another library to get ideas from their Friends. We were impressed by the charming mural in the children's area .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYJntLlokPo/XyBOv10GdgI/AAAAAAAAZJs/7LnT0vP9N34H1qZJNU3p4NxVeEu1-az0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116426271_10101040452907446_7457741320193285729_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="759" height="366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYJntLlokPo/XyBOv10GdgI/AAAAAAAAZJs/7LnT0vP9N34H1qZJNU3p4NxVeEu1-az0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h366/116426271_10101040452907446_7457741320193285729_n.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the topic of children, here are my favorite Facebook pics of the greats for the week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7yhflUD30k/XyBO5O3gq3I/AAAAAAAAZJ0/l54_W3TsBRMrM2T4esX14k3EwJfe_WhGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116265536_10101041263637736_3135123989072390000_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7yhflUD30k/XyBO5O3gq3I/AAAAAAAAZJ0/l54_W3TsBRMrM2T4esX14k3EwJfe_WhGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116265536_10101041263637736_3135123989072390000_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kalani found his toes!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX6DkdUcSs/XyBO5PT3_uI/AAAAAAAAZJw/LlhrSfxlRQ4rjGz5qKwcqcihaSAZVUGgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w281-h500/116336918_10101041263562886_9004046346289810640_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="281" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca caught the biggest fish.</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhX6DkdUcSs/XyBO5PT3_uI/AAAAAAAAZJw/LlhrSfxlRQ4rjGz5qKwcqcihaSAZVUGgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116336918_10101041263562886_9004046346289810640_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, while I was visiting with a young friend and her son on the upper deck, two strong and handsome grandsons were moving pieces of furniture into our lower floor.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H62l5V1ACbM/XyBPcb8V16I/AAAAAAAAZKQ/ZjTouCPHw8Iub10Tq_vEFiNdh6bxSPMYACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/7.25%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="1600" height="595" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H62l5V1ACbM/XyBPcb8V16I/AAAAAAAAZKQ/ZjTouCPHw8Iub10Tq_vEFiNdh6bxSPMYACLcBGAsYHQ/w781-h595/7.25%2BCollage.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Michael and I had gone to IKEA earlier in the week. We are re purposing a downstairs area. I'll let you guess what came in the big boxes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Several times this week Michael tried to view the comet Neowise. I went along one night. Another time he joined a group at the Taylor University observatory. Not hugely successful, hazy evenings perhaps.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myVYXWQcROQ/XyBPFH1lFVI/AAAAAAAAZJ8/p_N9X_5-6eY3tLyX8UYO5U2NX77_M6VaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116375159_10101040452877506_7883438505448138224_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myVYXWQcROQ/XyBPFH1lFVI/AAAAAAAAZJ8/p_N9X_5-6eY3tLyX8UYO5U2NX77_M6VaACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/116375159_10101040452877506_7883438505448138224_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturdays he will NOT miss the long ride with his cycling friend--71 miles, the total for the day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE3-FOUaqkE/XyBP8biyGvI/AAAAAAAAZKc/ssxFCLdr_WYeYBLdP2nEnkyB9nMWV26gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Fountain%2BCity.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="1280" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DE3-FOUaqkE/XyBP8biyGvI/AAAAAAAAZKc/ssxFCLdr_WYeYBLdP2nEnkyB9nMWV26gwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h200/thumbnail_Fountain%2BCity.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch at the Amish store, Fountain Acres Foods, in Fountain City</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">At home he continues to cook, bake and experiment. For the most part, I have banned myself from the kitchen. I just clean up after him . . . and us! Although, I did make a large zuchini lasagna this week.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJWNDCaobGg/XyCHva3GFbI/AAAAAAAAZKo/4_2Y6mk_RTkiI3uXTl9FPWcTXGyjh1-DgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Food%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1192" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJWNDCaobGg/XyCHva3GFbI/AAAAAAAAZKo/4_2Y6mk_RTkiI3uXTl9FPWcTXGyjh1-DgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Food%2BCollage.jpg" width="238" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best pizza and strawberry pie ever!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday evening, Moriah came for her second bread-baking lesson. This time she was doing it all and Michael was giving advice. It was a very successful venture.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1wltPvGHqE/XyCH-Bo42_I/AAAAAAAAZKs/7XaXZe-XWtsyj6m9gn9DEMRP_ZVAkK6jgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116253502_10101041266536926_2753760990700147028_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1wltPvGHqE/XyCH-Bo42_I/AAAAAAAAZKs/7XaXZe-XWtsyj6m9gn9DEMRP_ZVAkK6jgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116253502_10101041266536926_2753760990700147028_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">During waiting times, we played Splendor. Michael and I were outclassed by this youthful genius! What good did all those weeks of practice do?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyrGfHCMD8Q/XyCIGlyQW7I/AAAAAAAAZK0/SufN1EaJIlUtiS_wxWp5ittvvpzYICqGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/116262776_10101041266472056_4194565856212348513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="952" height="201" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyrGfHCMD8Q/XyCIGlyQW7I/AAAAAAAAZK0/SufN1EaJIlUtiS_wxWp5ittvvpzYICqGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/116262776_10101041266472056_4194565856212348513_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I did, however, accomplish three research and/or writing goals this week!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">What were your happy accomplishments ?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Gu92LlCmLFY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Grateful https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/blog-post.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5767f67c-fb12-ed28-1506-6b367bdaac0a Tue, 21 Jul 2020 18:04:03 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are cousin Karin's weekly beauties.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVvy-tEiSAE/Xxc2Is8gLVI/AAAAAAAAZHE/ONipy85oO9gJCFLTA2-KDtIiYgpf9Vb9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_0708201335.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVvy-tEiSAE/Xxc2Is8gLVI/AAAAAAAAZHE/ONipy85oO9gJCFLTA2-KDtIiYgpf9Vb9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_0708201335.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And our own blossoming plants. The lovely plant on the left was a gift in May, full of blooms then. Two new ones have begun a second round. I have not yet looked up their name.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfoRgX_JreE/Xxc5c9X7wdI/AAAAAAAAZH0/yyugdg5L-Y0t5--Ip7hV7TnEgbduGxLbwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Blossoms%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="1600" height="244" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfoRgX_JreE/Xxc5c9X7wdI/AAAAAAAAZH0/yyugdg5L-Y0t5--Ip7hV7TnEgbduGxLbwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h244/Blossoms%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all had fun Monday evening at Steph and Karen's. Sam's family joined us. The younger&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">boys enjoyed the pool. Malachi regaled us with stories. He is moving out into an apartment in Warsaw soon, in anticipation of Lexi joining him there next year after their wedding in May as he continues his studies at Grace Seminary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmVSCi5KPFw/Xxc3RMUExhI/AAAAAAAAZHc/pi-lIvs4cLc3mj8lLEdmkyE2HVaANoALQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/MND%2B13%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="1600" height="305" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmVSCi5KPFw/Xxc3RMUExhI/AAAAAAAAZHc/pi-lIvs4cLc3mj8lLEdmkyE2HVaANoALQCLcBGAsYHQ/w781-h305/MND%2B13%2BCollage.jpg" width="781" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Moriah joins us for lunch on occasion the days she is working at Taylor and even treats us to her culinary creations.&nbsp;</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9lMTaXlr9U/Xxc3Z2OXgHI/AAAAAAAAZHg/hvgGQJbSV1Q_wdfGTSmzUXyEnj9yCvNnACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/110785750_10101035832122536_5617379848481523764_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="900" height="218" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L9lMTaXlr9U/Xxc3Z2OXgHI/AAAAAAAAZHg/hvgGQJbSV1Q_wdfGTSmzUXyEnj9yCvNnACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/110785750_10101035832122536_5617379848481523764_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7 Layer Salad and Chicken Salad on Croissants<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Throughout the week I worked steadily at rearranging some areas, sorting and purging stuff. One of the changes involved consolidating Michael's pottery collection and moving it into his den. This is only one of the shelves. I like it. Now we have an open space downstairs that we can repurpose.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8my2yxHieM0/Xxc3z0K49bI/AAAAAAAAZHs/7ADsqtvbn0kOMNe-nEdh1SXh4KDIfMVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/113837868_10101035832192396_3811430805652336273_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8my2yxHieM0/Xxc3z0K49bI/AAAAAAAAZHs/7ADsqtvbn0kOMNe-nEdh1SXh4KDIfMVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w375-h500/113837868_10101035832192396_3811430805652336273_n.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These critters are cute but so destructive. Michael has been relocating them, ten so far, due to damaged bird houses, destroyed plants and many droppings on the deck. After they get trapped, the incessant cage-rattling tends to wake us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62SBffHYgh8/Xxc6_H9jWAI/AAAAAAAAZIU/gDDWtAkoN8UFU988vzpYT9Ic3DMabSxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/115803486_10101035832297186_5935831912171026090_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="893" height="228" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-62SBffHYgh8/Xxc6_H9jWAI/AAAAAAAAZIU/gDDWtAkoN8UFU988vzpYT9Ic3DMabSxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/115803486_10101035832297186_5935831912171026090_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another night activity this week was to try to locate and catch a glimpse of the comet Neowise, relatively small, so very far away and yet visible for a short time during our lifetime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM8T8LMoM4M/Xxc6fw6NurI/AAAAAAAAZIM/6AauP-qkOYMqEJg9e0IH7J89M1tw-Oi-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/thumbnail_Sony%2BNex%2BC3%2BF6.3%2B64mm%2B10%2Bsec%2BG%2B6%2B%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1280" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM8T8LMoM4M/Xxc6fw6NurI/AAAAAAAAZIM/6AauP-qkOYMqEJg9e0IH7J89M1tw-Oi-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h280/thumbnail_Sony%2BNex%2BC3%2BF6.3%2B64mm%2B10%2Bsec%2BG%2B6%2B%2B.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had two lovely visitors one afternoon. Kayla acquired a new toy, a cricut machine, and had fun making these mother-daughter shirts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT-BhlaoTtc/Xxc6D3r3lkI/AAAAAAAAZIA/tnLSaHgxKe8a0cZWHGBamrXG72LIsSwyACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/110313267_10101035831648486_230791842487997341_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dT-BhlaoTtc/Xxc6D3r3lkI/AAAAAAAAZIA/tnLSaHgxKe8a0cZWHGBamrXG72LIsSwyACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/110313267_10101035831648486_230791842487997341_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael continues his culinary experiments. His bread is never plain and is better each time. He is also very generous giving away his product.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kZfAPq1L8c/Xxc7HI0F0RI/AAAAAAAAZIY/vWF5kx5-vkw7OPyQ4niwl3-wxqnSOhDjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/115803427_10101035831608566_7637962544070055820_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kZfAPq1L8c/Xxc7HI0F0RI/AAAAAAAAZIY/vWF5kx5-vkw7OPyQ4niwl3-wxqnSOhDjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/115803427_10101035831608566_7637962544070055820_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael's enjoyment of cooking allows me to continue my writing research, digging into the archives and unearthing all kinds of fascinating family stories.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturdays are Michael's day off doing what he loves! 85 miles this time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqLamv1ZM6Y/Xxde7WFnkEI/AAAAAAAAZIk/R3iZp1Q6OHAwpQETU-aXvaVw32GDPJFowCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/108488521_10157211224309147_5204277968426403135_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqLamv1ZM6Y/Xxde7WFnkEI/AAAAAAAAZIk/R3iZp1Q6OHAwpQETU-aXvaVw32GDPJFowCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h500/108488521_10157211224309147_5204277968426403135_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are both very grateful for good health and the opportunity to do things we enjoy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are incredibly grateful for family, for friends near and far, and for our church fellowship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lNYrtakFYp0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Magic of Dogs https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/21/the-magic-of-dogs/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:77fac151-ece8-352c-eae9-5ca4ae33187c Tue, 21 Jul 2020 09:17:06 -0400 <p>The Magic of Dogs, a heartwarming collection of true stories about dogs, releases this week. The magic of dogs is that these four-legged family members love sacrificially, wholeheartedly, and unconditionally. The magic of dogs is found in how they brighten our days, act as our therapists, and become our best friends—without saying one word. And [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/21/the-magic-of-dogs/">The Magic of Dogs</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>The Magic of Dogs</em></a>, a heartwarming collection of true stories about dogs, releases this week. The magic of dogs is that these four-legged family members love sacrificially, wholeheartedly, and unconditionally.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2013/01/17/of-dogs-and-family-2/">The magic of dogs</a> is found in how they brighten our days, act as our therapists, and become our best friends—without saying one word. And during the COVID-19 pandemic they rose to the occasion and transformed that <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2016/08/24/life-hacks/">stay-at-home</a> experience. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Magic of Dogs</em></a> (Chicken Soup for the Soul, LLC; Amy Newmark; July 21, 2020, 978-1-611590678, $14.95) will have dog lovers laughing, tearing up, and nodding their heads as they dive into heartwarming and hilarious stories about the ways dogs enrich our lives and <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2017/09/13/how-focused-productive-are-you/">make us better people</a>.</p> <p>My story in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em>The Magic of Dogs</em></a> is titled, <em>Prayer and Garage Sales</em>.</p> <h4><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Prayer and Garage Sales</a></h4> <p>I was midway through my eighth pregnancy when nine-year-old Josiah’s prayer life changed. Every night I gathered the children to pray before going to bed. Beginning with the youngest, each person prayed aloud. I finished the round.</p> <p>On this particular night, after three-year-old Hannah and six-year-old Estee had said their prayers, Josiah began his request. “Lord, could I please have a black lab puppy and a set of drums?”</p> <p>My eyes popped open. Though I didn’t say anything, obviously the <em>last</em> two items on my prayer list were a black Labrador puppy and a set of drums. Over the next four months, I inched toward my due date and my only son, Josiah, faithfully prayed the same request for a black lab puppy and a set of drums every night.</p> <p>In March, Lilyanna Faith was warmly welcomed into the family. The following week, my husband left on his first business trip since the birth of the baby.</p> <p>“How are you doing?” he asked me the Saturday morning after he returned.</p> <p>“Life is galloping way out in front of me,” I reported. “I feel completely overwhelmed.”</p> <p>“That’s understandable considering you just had a baby, and I was away for a week. I have a handful of errands to run, how about I take the children with me and you and Lilyanna take a long nap,” he suggested.</p> <p>“Hot dog,” I agreed.</p> <p>Twenty minutes after the happy band hit the road, the phone rang. It was Josiah. “Mama, can I keep this black lab puppy I’m holding? I promise to eat all my vegetables, clean my room, and do my chores.”</p> <p>“Put your father on the phone,” I said through clenched teeth. Josiah handed the cell phone to his father.</p> <p>“What,” I asked, “are you doing?”</p> <p>“It’s like this,” he explained. “We were driving past a farm and there was a big sign in the yard that said ‘Free Puppies.’ Knowing how overwhelmed you’re feeling, I looked the other way and pretended not to notice the sign. But all the children in the back of the van spotted the sign. ‘Look, Dad,’ they announced, ‘free puppies! Black lab puppies! It’s the answer to Josiah’s prayers!’ So what’s a dad to do?”</p> <p>“What’s a dad to do,” I echoed. “Put Josiah back on the phone.&#8221;</p> <p>“Hi, Mama,” Josiah said hopefully.</p> <p>“Look son,” I outlined, “are you going to train this dog so it’s a good, obedient dog?”</p> <p>“Oh, I will,” Josiah promised.</p> <p>“And clean up the dog flops?”</p> <p>“I’ll clean up after the dog,” Josiah assured.</p> <p>“I don’t need another project, son. I have plenty to do. If you bring this dog home it will be your dog to train, and care for, and clean up after. Deal?”</p> <p>“Deal. I’ll take care of the dog.”</p> <p>“Okay son, bring home your puppy. I can’t wait to see him.”</p> <p>Josiah named the pup Old Dan after the male puppy in the book, <em>Where the Red Fern Grows. </em></p> <p>The following weekend, I went garage sale-ing. It was Josiah’s turn to have some alone time with me so he scratched Old Dan behind his floppy ears, jumped into the passenger seat of the van, and away we went. At the first garage sale we came to, sat a complete set of drums assembled and ready to play. I looked at Josiah.</p> <p>Josiah looked at me.</p> <p>I grinned. “What’s a mom to do?”</p> <p>Josiah emptied his savings and proudly brought home his Roxx drums. A week later he played those garage sale drums in a fiddle show.</p> <p>Under Josiah’s training, Old Dan went on to become the 4-H grand champion dog in obedience. I grew fond of the free, mixed breed answer to prayer. Old Dan played with the children, minded his manners for the most part, barked when someone came to the house, and he talked. Dan had a sing-song way of whining when I spoke to him. I liked having a verbal male around the house.</p> <p>Neither the drums nor the dog were on my prayer list, but they were on Josiah’s. My son learned that all good things come to those who pray and go to garage sales. Several years later, Josiah again scratched Old Dan behind the ears before leaving for the military.</p> <p>On Thanksgiving day, the girls and I watched the road. Josiah had gotten leave to come home for the holiday. At last, his car turned into the driveway, where he parked and got out.</p> <p>There stood my grown son, tall in his uniform, grinning at all of us pouring out onto the front porch. But we stood back and let Old Dan go first to meet Josiah. Hesitant at first, Dan got close, and then his tail wagged and he whined his sing-song welcome. In a moment Josiah was sitting on the ground and Dan was in his arms, the two lost in the joy of each other’s company like they had done throughout Josiah’s growing up years.</p> <p>While his mother and sisters saw the man, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Soup-Soul-Family-Friendship/dp/1611590671/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=The+magic+of+dogs&amp;qid=1595296011&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Old Dan</a> recognized his boy.</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7721" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_-194x300.jpg" alt="" width="194" height="300" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_-194x300.jpg 194w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/51f5HLGjpTL._SX321_BO1204203200_.jpg 323w" sizes="(max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/21/the-magic-of-dogs/">The Magic of Dogs</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> What Does An Author Read for Research? https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/14/read-for-research/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:30f94df2-ed55-5f1e-82f7-4afc2bb1edc4 Tue, 14 Jul 2020 11:45:41 -0400 <p>What does an author read for research? Gotta say, I was delighted when C. Kevin Thompson contacted me. &#8220;I have the book, The Slave Across the Street, and used it as research for my Blake Meyer Thriller Series along with a bunch of other human trafficking books,&#8221; the author said. &#8220;I donate well over ten percent of [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/14/read-for-research/">What Does An Author Read for Research?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>What does an author read for research? Gotta say, I was delighted when <a href="https://www.amazon.com/C-Kevin-Thompson/e/B007ANOEDE/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1">C. Kevin Thompson</a> contacted me.</p> <p>&#8220;I have the book, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slave-Across-Street-Theresa-Flores/dp/0982328680/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VOMV6BLAPTS3&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=the+slave+across+the+street+by+theresa+flores&amp;qid=1594739179&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=The+Slave+Across+the+Street%2Caps%2C172&amp;sr=1-1">The Slave Across the Street</a>,</i> and used it as research for my <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Blake Meyer Thriller Series</a> along with a bunch of other<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slavery-Land-Free-Students-Modern/dp/0989341984/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr="> human trafficking books</a>,&#8221; <a href="https://www.amazon.com/C-Kevin-Thompson/e/B007ANOEDE/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1">the author</a> said. &#8220;I donate well over ten percent of my author proceeds to World Hope International to help them in their human trafficking work.&#8221;</p> <p>Author, reader, and researcher, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/C-Kevin-Thompson/e/B007ANOEDE/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1">Thompson</a> is serious about portraying an accurate account of the brutal cruelty and rampant frequency of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slave-Across-Street-Theresa-Flores/dp/0982328680/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VOMV6BLAPTS3&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=the+slave+across+the+street+by+theresa+flores&amp;qid=1594739179&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=The+Slave+Across+the+Street%2Caps%2C172&amp;sr=1-1">human trafficking</a> worldwide and in the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Slavery-Land-Free-Students-Modern/dp/0989341984/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr=">United States.</a> His novels provide entertainment, suspense, and you just might learn something new.</p> <p>With <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Thompson&#8217;s</a> permission, here is an excerpt from <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06X9NPCVC/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i3">Triple Time</a>,</i> Book Two in the<i> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Blake Meyer Thriller Series.</a></i></p> <h3>Chapter 70</h3> <p><em>Unknown Location</em></p> <p><em>On the outskirts of Tbilisi, Republic of Georgia</em></p> <p>“I am from Moldova,” Filipov said. “I was living with my family. Going to school. Flirting with boys. Doing what every other sixteen-year-old girl in Moldova did.</p> <p>“Then, one day, I was on my way home from school. I had stayed for gymnastics practice. It was dark. Around dinnertime. I went home the same way I had taken every other day. I did not deviate at all from my route. Not even to stop at a store or a friend’s house.</p> <p>“I walked by some old, abandoned warehouses that sat no more than five blocks from my home.” Filipov smirked. “Just like I had done every other day.” She set her jaw and paused.</p> <p>“As I passed by a dark alley between two of those buildings, I heard someone call out for help. It sounded like a young woman’s voice. Maybe even a girl my age. She sounded hurt, wounded. She was saying, ‘Help me. Please, help me,’ over and over again.</p> <p>“I stopped and listened. She sounded alone and scared. So, I turned and went down the alley. As I got closer, she repeated her words faster. She claimed she heard someone coming and begged for me to help her. She said her leg was broken. That she had fallen from the catwalk above.”</p> <p>Still holding her gun as if studying it, Filipov gripped the weapon more aggressively. The muscles in her temples bulged as she clenched her jaw.</p> <p>“I was so stupid. What would a girl or woman be doing in that alley? Especially up on one of the catwalks?” She closed her eyes for a long second before reopening them. “I should have seen it coming.”</p> <p>“What happened?” Blake said.</p> <p>Filipov’s eyes narrowed, the fury evident. “Someone snuck up from behind me and grabbed me. I do not even know who it was, but I suspect it was a man, judging by the strength of the person. Another man jumped out from the shadows and jabbed something into my neck. I did not know what it was at the time, but I later would learn that he stabbed me with a needle and injected me with a sedative. A method of control they used on me numerous times.”</p> <p>“You were kidnapped?”</p> <p>“No. There was no ransom demanded from my family. No message sent to them. Nothing. I simply vanished.”</p> <p>“Abducted. Like my family…”</p> <p>“I was taken, yes…They said my family owed money they could not repay, and that <em>I</em> was the payment.” Filipov’s eyes and face reddened. “I did not believe them. My family was poor, but my father would never do such a thing.”</p> <p>Blake shifted in his seat, wincing with every move. “That’s a pretty common story traffickers use. And unfortunately, it’s true more often than any of us would care to admit.”</p> <p>Filipov fired her hand out, clutching the gun. She stormed toward Blake and planted the muzzle against his forehead. “Are you saying my father willingly did that to me?!”</p> <p>Blake slowly raised his hands in surrender again, holding them out farther away from his body this time. “No, no, no. I’m sure your father was a great Dad and would never have done anything like that. I was just simply stating a fact. What those people told you is a common line traffickers use to manipulate their captives because there are parents who do give up their children to pay debts. I’ve seen it.”</p> <p>Filipov pressed the gun barrel into Blake’s forehead for several excruciating moments before stepping back. “Do not accuse people you do not know.”</p> <p>“I wasn’t, and I’m sorry if I offended the memory of your father. He obviously raised one strong, spirited daughter.”</p> <p>“He was a good man. A loving husband. He worked two jobs to provide for us.”</p> <p>“So, where did those men take you?”</p> <p>Filipov took several steps backwards, putting distance between her and Blake before allowing the arm holding the gun to relax. “I was transported to Chechnya. There, I was ‘taught’ how to be a sex slave. Once I complied with their wishes, they transported me to brothels all over Europe. I would spend no more than one to two months in any one place.”</p> <p>“Rotate the stock,” Blake said under his breath. He closed his eyes for a long instant. <em>Is that what’s in store for Sara?</em></p> <p>“What did you say?”</p> <p>“I was just thinking out loud. Moving you every month or two…that’s their way of supplying their patrons with new stock…and making it harder for anyone to track you.”</p> <p>“Yes…” Filipov peered at Blake with questioning eyes before continuing. “Then, one day, I was taken back to Chechnya. My ‘owner’ wanted me along with several other girls to return. In order to get us to comply with the move without a struggle, we were told we had paid off our debt and were being released.” Filipov shook her head with a sneer. “They take you from your family. They steal your life from you. They use you to make money.” She exhaled through her lips. “Why did we ever believe anything they told us?”</p> <p>“Because they use your humanness against you,” Blake said.</p> <p>Filipov furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”</p> <p>“They knew what you wanted. They knew how you would react. That’s how they got you to go down that alley in the first place. They played on your emotions. They…preyed on your goodness…your kindness…your compassion…” Blake’s gaze dropped to the floor. “A young girl hears another woman cry out for help in a dark alley? Only a cold-hearted person would walk by and do nothing.” He looked up at Filipov. “They were betting you would help. So, they laid a trap.</p> <p>“Then, as you went through your trials in Europe, they played on your emotions again and again. Your love for your family…Your desire to live…The hope that abides in all of us…Hope for something better in the future…Hope for nothing worse to happen… They bait you with promises designed to lure you onward in the direction they need you to go.”</p> <p>Blake stared at Filipov. “And what does a person who’s been abducted, abused, and forced into that kind of hell want the most?”</p> <p>Filipov’s response leaked out as a whisper. “Freedom.”</p> <p>“So, that becomes the ultimate bait.”</p> <p>Filipov studied Blake. “You seem to know a lot about how this works.”</p> <p>“I worked deep cover to bust a trafficking ring back in the U.S. several years ago. I saw firsthand a lot of what you’re talking about.”</p> <p>“Did you ‘get the bad guys’?”</p> <p>Blake let out a half-hearted smile and nodded. “Yeah.”</p> <p>“Good,” Filipov said. “Did you kill them or arrest them?”</p> <p>“We arrested the entire ring. They were tried and found guilty. The least anyone got was ten years.”</p> <p>Filipov snorted in disgust. “All they will do is run the ring from inside prison or turn it over to someone else on the outside. Then, once they are released, they will step back into the same position as if nothing happened.”</p> <p>“Possibly. But…at least justice was served.” He noticed how empty those words sounded now in light of their current conversation.</p> <p>“Justice? Justice for who?”</p> <p><em>I was just wondering the same thing. </em>“That’s a good question. I used to say, ‘For those who were abducted. For their families. For the American people.’ But now, I’m not so sure.”</p> <p>Filipov chuckled and began to caress the gun again.</p> <p>“I’m sorry, but I don’t see the humor.”</p> <p>Filipov’s exhausted laugh morphed into derision. “That is because you have never been on the wrong side of human trafficking. Until <em>now</em>. If you have seen it firsthand, like you say you have, then you know there is no crime more inhumane. Murder, stealing, rape are all single acts. Selfish acts. They are bad. But human trafficking commits all of them at once….and more. Stealing, rape, torture, drug addiction, and ultimately a slow death. And if you are fortunate enough to escape or are released, you never recover fully.” She shrugged. “How can you? Your life has been forever altered, forever scarred, forever ruined. The memories haunt you. You wake up in the night sweating from the nightmares. And you can never get your innocence…your purity back. Believe me, I have tried.”</p> <p>He watched as Filipov detailed her thoughts. He wondered if the events of her life had turned an innocent sixteen-year-old girl into more than just an assassin…<em>and will it have a similar effect on my family?</em></p> <h3>For More</h3> <p><strong>For more about the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">Blake Meyer series</a> and author <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M4QFHYJ/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i2">C. 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Michael <b style="font-style: italic;">loves </b>to ride his bike. (Emphasis intentional and not an exaggeration.) He's been logging between 150 and 200 miles per week. Saturdays he joins a group for a longer ride out of Muncie. These pics are actually from Friday, July 3. The others rode on the 4th&nbsp; also, and they often ride Sundays as well. It's safe to say that they are even more obsessed with their bicycles! Can anyone venture a guess at the age of one female rider?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJXPPZT75G4/Xwy8bxhyRfI/AAAAAAAAZDs/KasUOUs0__YteM58iXShs7v4bfkspnljQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109475658_10101031194765836_308484415051374558_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJXPPZT75G4/Xwy8bxhyRfI/AAAAAAAAZDs/KasUOUs0__YteM58iXShs7v4bfkspnljQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/109475658_10101031194765836_308484415051374558_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWVA1bJWx6s/Xwy8XVPF_5I/AAAAAAAAZDo/1NpEZ8rjjggVzC7kjhqBDcyX6zDsg4xcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109446769_10101031194810746_7066257211780813956_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWVA1bJWx6s/Xwy8XVPF_5I/AAAAAAAAZDo/1NpEZ8rjjggVzC7kjhqBDcyX6zDsg4xcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/109446769_10101031194810746_7066257211780813956_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The last few weeks photos have surfaced, in the FB memories, of our visits six, seven and ten years ago to the Basque Country where Michael was part of a group that rode around that beautiful region. We have such fond memories. After the last tour in 2014, he underwent surgery for prostate cancer. He is very grateful to still be riding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPllCold_3E/Xw2ynyooeyI/AAAAAAAAZEA/dcELEX6oLjYdG1H3Ag7NGVrl2-05FTpLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107993261_10101031194700966_2912567643422185497_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="960" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPllCold_3E/Xw2ynyooeyI/AAAAAAAAZEA/dcELEX6oLjYdG1H3Ag7NGVrl2-05FTpLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/107993261_10101031194700966_2912567643422185497_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our favorite towns in the mountains of Northern Spain--Onati, a very Basque town</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i>The day of his surgery, July 9 (<i>nueve de julio--</i>Argentina's Independence Day) 2014, coincided with the World Cup Semi Finals. In his hospital room, with a tiny television and poor reception, we strained to watch the Argentina - Netherlands match.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">July 9 is also Leah's adopted birthday. We celebrated with her favorite sandwich lunch at The Bridge. Then I wrote her <a href="https://www.storyworth.com/user/rita-koch/story/the-adoption.pdf">adoption story</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuwFeFrqqXI/Xw2y_K58wlI/AAAAAAAAZEM/8J2Po1N6EP0ra5HKbFabJL05Hvh5qyHDACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109067385_10101031194735896_1111651577399166589_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="960" height="241" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JuwFeFrqqXI/Xw2y_K58wlI/AAAAAAAAZEM/8J2Po1N6EP0ra5HKbFabJL05Hvh5qyHDACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/109067385_10101031194735896_1111651577399166589_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here is bright-eyed Kalani, her grandson, excitedly interacting with his <i>abuela </i>(my chosen title is actually incorrect, should be <i>bisabuela</i>).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FT7AH1mPbcE/Xw0N5hToT5I/AAAAAAAAZD4/qcLO1fx7rOkLjn0cY-Pap5Zmg0tPaeh2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106811724_10101031194266836_8124857358206035555_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FT7AH1mPbcE/Xw0N5hToT5I/AAAAAAAAZD4/qcLO1fx7rOkLjn0cY-Pap5Zmg0tPaeh2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106811724_10101031194266836_8124857358206035555_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After many months of not painting, I dug out my watercolors and followed a tutorial for an evening hour of recreation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQj1M7CcBWY/Xw2zHyww1II/AAAAAAAAZEU/78W9sIf0RhgG7CZEj_--FbSjxzs45ovswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/109084457_10101031194047276_4183437369597437832_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="665" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQj1M7CcBWY/Xw2zHyww1II/AAAAAAAAZEU/78W9sIf0RhgG7CZEj_--FbSjxzs45ovswCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/109084457_10101031194047276_4183437369597437832_n.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Succulent</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mostly my creativity has been limited to knitting while we watch a show or movie, using up yarn scraps.<br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2dXtRmruS0/Xw2zQxn9J0I/AAAAAAAAZEc/nZ2Pzz0Z37kZgp-BnJztAy3Ss38e2y-LwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107689094_10101031194082206_6628126009336905402_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="960" height="229" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2dXtRmruS0/Xw2zQxn9J0I/AAAAAAAAZEc/nZ2Pzz0Z37kZgp-BnJztAy3Ss38e2y-LwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/107689094_10101031194082206_6628126009336905402_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cannot fail to mention that Michael continues to experiment with making bread and cheese. He added pickled fish to his exploits!&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What are your creative outlets?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YAhdgTitNo8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Wishing Love Was More http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2020/07/wishing-love-was-more.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:8cdfd340-de3f-5fde-7ee6-1a75177a0097 Fri, 10 Jul 2020 12:42:04 -0400 <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6H30db9BnI/XwiaIXHsq-I/AAAAAAAAxHQ/Yed6pveqveUgu9wQVz93GzJx4Zi0LkLpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s450/hands%2Bheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6H30db9BnI/XwiaIXHsq-I/AAAAAAAAxHQ/Yed6pveqveUgu9wQVz93GzJx4Zi0LkLpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/hands%2Bheart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>There are several things worthy of reflection today but I want to gloat and bloat on a conversation I had with my daughter ... in my head.</div><div><br /></div><div>My daughter and I are very similar in several ways, at least I can see that. I can own up to it where there are weaknesses and definitely do in her strengths. My daughter came to me for advice on spiritual matters, which is not uncommon for her. I began my response to her with, "I love you, daughter, I love you so much it hurts; I wish at times my love for you could do so much more than ... just be a feeling for you."&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And I stopped right there with an epiphany = a God-incidence = that incidence when God shows up but you have yet to recognize Him.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>"What if God feels the same way? What if God has actually made a way for love to be more--more for His children ... and I could hack into that?"&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And, What if the Word of God in the Bible actually gives guidance on how to do that?</div><div><br /></div><div>If all of these postulations are true, and I believe they are, including that love is way more than a feeling, then I want to know.</div><div><br /></div><div>"How can I go about loving my daughter more in line with how God loves (provides, protects, guides, gifts, and graces) His children--aka, how He loves me?</div><div><br /></div><div>And this is the deeper purpose that brings glory to God in this reflection--How has God revealed Himself in love to His people ... and to me?</div><div><br /></div><div>This is worthy of reflection and beneficial to the transformation of the mind as I live a life drawn by the magnetism of a merciful God.</div><div><br /></div><div>No more reflecting, but acting. It's that faith without deeds thing.&nbsp; Now I go. So be it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have YOU ever wished love was more? Whether it be your ability to give it or receive it?</div><div><br /></div><div>If I made a list of how God has enabled us to love like He does, what would you add to such a list?&nbsp;</div><div>I'd like to hear.</div><div><br /></div><div>Comments are welcome. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div> The Fourth https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/07/cousin-karins-patriotic-bouquet-michael.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:840fc82a-4142-b4ec-dc43-577089f81826 Tue, 07 Jul 2020 20:53:51 -0400 <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqJclccfgCE/XwSQDJ0V_SI/AAAAAAAAZAI/clj7XGxgXBk95kQ3SYgxvaT7Rlwd1uLzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7-4-20.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jqJclccfgCE/XwSQDJ0V_SI/AAAAAAAAZAI/clj7XGxgXBk95kQ3SYgxvaT7Rlwd1uLzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B7-4-20.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's patriotic bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael surprised me with a patriotic bouquet that we have been enjoying all week!</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV3IxV4W7Y8/XwM5lP98u6I/AAAAAAAAY_A/bKMc5C1-_Gc6h8hJR-42vpOhWATy4Ho2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107090001_10101025233522216_793175865517693969_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="724" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV3IxV4W7Y8/XwM5lP98u6I/AAAAAAAAY_A/bKMc5C1-_Gc6h8hJR-42vpOhWATy4Ho2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/107090001_10101025233522216_793175865517693969_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beginning of the week</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3_1gXeanLQ/XwSSYRu-iGI/AAAAAAAAZAU/HVjX34RmYPoZk9HVlXY_xdjsEeDaqiUhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/107020278_10101027357515716_2282864568659591895_o.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3_1gXeanLQ/XwSSYRu-iGI/AAAAAAAAZAU/HVjX34RmYPoZk9HVlXY_xdjsEeDaqiUhACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/107020278_10101027357515716_2282864568659591895_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">End of the week</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Mondays we've enjoyed eating outdoors at Stephan and Karen's new-to-them picnic table. The weather, the food and the stimulating conversation are such a blessing!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">The dentist had just adjusted my partial that morning, so I was able to enjoy the meal even more!<br /><br /></div><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="841" height="475" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ3ptMUoHB0/XwM8Hov8-QI/AAAAAAAAY_c/E6LcCdKZ5ooN0Wf5qhIU37vncej-1YoPQCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h475/106720105_10101025234510236_7762090262921919945_n.jpg" width="625" /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;Another plus was the dip in the pool of 90 degree water before the meal!&nbsp;</div>Tuesday I had a special visitor. Rebecca and I had so much fun trying to put together a track. I am definitely not the engineer in the family and it took extra long to figure out the layout. We found the instructions after the fact and when <i>abuelo</i>&nbsp;came home he noticed the car needed a battery!<br /><div><br /></div><div>She also practiced reading animal names on vocab cards and I followed up with the interesting facts on the back of each one. Then we went for a walk. Rebecca picked a little bouquet and left it for me on the window sill by my desk, so sweet!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poksCCk9eCQ/XwM75uRz6EI/AAAAAAAAY_Y/Obfh_cd7zTwkTS_L2COD7l3vjUkAhNK2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Becca%2B%2526%2Btrack%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1429" data-original-width="1600" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poksCCk9eCQ/XwM75uRz6EI/AAAAAAAAY_Y/Obfh_cd7zTwkTS_L2COD7l3vjUkAhNK2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h556/Becca%2B%2526%2Btrack%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Several times this week I've gone for long walks. Just stepping outside and seeing the smiling blossoms makes me happy.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwPDQN3O0J4/XwM8R9-xBHI/AAAAAAAAY_k/xSHb0-4r-7gLoXP8fJpF6R0J8q8pim5gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106667427_10101025234455346_7952645075012885353_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="375" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwPDQN3O0J4/XwM8R9-xBHI/AAAAAAAAY_k/xSHb0-4r-7gLoXP8fJpF6R0J8q8pim5gwCLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h375/106667427_10101025234455346_7952645075012885353_n.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I walk along the road, more blooms smile up at me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsIMpNM1USg/XwM8XNqvsZI/AAAAAAAAY_o/OsfKBd5TuJkCHpeyqqqlTtfGvfdrscwOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/107067502_10101025233826606_5754331732885693805_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="627" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsIMpNM1USg/XwM8XNqvsZI/AAAAAAAAY_o/OsfKBd5TuJkCHpeyqqqlTtfGvfdrscwOQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/107067502_10101025233826606_5754331732885693805_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4CXZWF_H1o/XwShuF2W43I/AAAAAAAAZAc/dNW-5CI-QYollU0tPwLSxCo0uo7Ja1scQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/106986015_10101025257583996_4006937183818977679_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="375" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4CXZWF_H1o/XwShuF2W43I/AAAAAAAAZAc/dNW-5CI-QYollU0tPwLSxCo0uo7Ja1scQCLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h375/106986015_10101025257583996_4006937183818977679_o.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Michael continues to enjoy the outdoors on his bicycle, almost 200 miles this week.</div><div><br /></div><div>And at home he bakes bread, makes cheese, pickled fish, hefty soups, continually experimenting trying to improve the results.</div><div><br /></div><div>I tend to be the one to deal with the Misfits bi-weekly deliveries.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9O-ENwVHD0/XwM8gRC278I/AAAAAAAAY_w/KgpBO62-XxIw9y1fsfuCeN-0ZR9YItMGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106746001_10101025233597066_2464177432673742921_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9O-ENwVHD0/XwM8gRC278I/AAAAAAAAY_w/KgpBO62-XxIw9y1fsfuCeN-0ZR9YItMGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/106746001_10101025233597066_2464177432673742921_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another one of the bountiful pleasures of the season--a visit Monday to <a href="https://spencerberryfarm.com/">Spencer Farm</a>&nbsp;to pick red raspberries. We enjoyed the hour spent picking two pints each and finished just in time before the rain that had been threatening the whole time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0B5b83yG8/XwM8gRS0GtI/AAAAAAAAY_0/nWKYXVlnjCAJZ1iO2ZkC-ba75IlDj1Q7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106685601_10101025233641976_7058072834718040988_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0B5b83yG8/XwM8gRS0GtI/AAAAAAAAY_0/nWKYXVlnjCAJZ1iO2ZkC-ba75IlDj1Q7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106685601_10101025233641976_7058072834718040988_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, a non-photographed blessing in disguise--Leah's follow-up visit to her surgeon. We are so grateful for a wonderfully caring and skilled doctor and to learn that the cancer had not spread, though pervasive within the area.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While Michael was out Friday riding with his cycling group, as it was a holiday, I was digging into the 1941 archives of the Brethren Missionary Herald. I found a very interesting WWII story, <a href="http://www.brethren.org/bhla/hiddengems/sinking-zamzam.html">The Sinking of the ZamZam</a>. It happened before I or most of you were born. I'd be curious to know if anyone ever heard it before. The reason I took notice, was that one of the families on board was related to my uncle Garner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />On the actual Fourth of July, we made the rounds to see each of our kid's families. First we went to Sam's family rummage sale at his shop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llc7dxt6kG8/XwTPti46AoI/AAAAAAAAZA8/LveSwykHMB4oeCSFH-w26oVt6B3myw8kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1005/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="1005" height="570" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llc7dxt6kG8/XwTPti46AoI/AAAAAAAAZA8/LveSwykHMB4oeCSFH-w26oVt6B3myw8kwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h570/Untitled.png" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We watched the younger two, Zion and Jude,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/ritadorene/videos/10101027378089486/">skate in the bowl.</a><br />Next we went to Steph and Karen's to visit and swim in the pool.<br />And, finally, we ended up in front of Matt and Kayla's facing the big field behind Leah's house, where Jimmy and Skye outdid themselves putting on what has become an annual neighborhood fireworks display.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVI2LIFZ33g/XwSx8qegJhI/AAAAAAAAZAk/cEvRJeFFwMEaTPHusu_NIbM0pil2tuSuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Fourth%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="1600" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVI2LIFZ33g/XwSx8qegJhI/AAAAAAAAZAk/cEvRJeFFwMEaTPHusu_NIbM0pil2tuSuACLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h291/Fourth%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Kalani not only survived but enjoyed his first Fourth of July celebration; must be in his blood.&nbsp;</div><div>I love that he loves books! :-)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhLC6dqts_0/XwTQORQBJnI/AAAAAAAAZBE/Q-10K4Ih530Zq1r66YWPPns3BPlUkbWRACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106907417_10157572818052934_1593613679328976533_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I finished listening to a good book this week, <i>The Library Book</i>&nbsp;by Susan Orlean, that tells the story of the largest library fire in America--the Los Angeles Central Library in 1986. That happened within most reader's lifetime. How many of you heard of it?</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/cevPZ9n31M8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Girl Who Wore Freedom https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/03/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:452b7adb-f816-b894-03e6-b749e1c77923 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="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/03/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr">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="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/03/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</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 https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:fa6cf93a-53b8-fd74-1830-f747bc0fdb2a Wed, 01 Jul 2020 14:07:32 -0400 <p>Peaceful parenting is the natural result of Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries. Families thrive when children know what to do and parents have systems in place that relieve the need to nag. &#8220;Gabe, you left your skateboard in the driveway. If you choose not to put it away at the end of the day, [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/">Peaceful Parenting</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Peaceful parenting is the natural result of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1"><em>Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries</em></a>.</p> <p>Families thrive when children know what to do and parents have systems in place that relieve the need to nag.</p> <p>&#8220;Gabe, you left your skateboard in the driveway. If you choose not to put it away at the end of the day, you will be choosing not to ride it for the weekend.&#8221;</p> <p>How much more peaceful are relationships when children learn to make responsible choices, readying them for independence as functioning and contributing adults.</p> <h4>Home, Safe Home</h4> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Best-Decisions-Single-Mom-Make/dp/1540900320/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Ten+Best+Decisions+A+Single+Mom+Can+Make&amp;qid=1593625917&amp;sr=8-1">Home is an incubator for children</a>, a place for kids to explore their world and to become all God created them to be. Within <a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2017/10/07/home-art-studio-for-life-2/">this safe nest</a>, your role as a parent is to</p> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/03/22/on-your-21st-birthday/">nurture their potential</a></li> <li>discourage their defiance</li> <li><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2017/10/07/home-art-studio-for-life-2/">focus on their strengths</a></li> </ul> <p>Boundaries are established limits &#8211; lines not to be crossed. Right away children understand that cribs have sides, bathrooms have doors, streets have curbs, and sports have rules. Clearly presented boundaries develop a child&#8217;s ability to make good decisions. Breaking a boundary results in a repercussion. Maintaining a boundary results in reward.</p> <h4>Healthy Boundaries</h4> <p>External boundaries are designed to develop <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1">internal character</a>. It is the same style God uses to encourage our growth. He has given us established boundaries in the Bible. And He gave us free choice. We can choose to break a boundary and receive the repercussion. Or we can grow within the healthy boundaries God gave and experience the rewards.</p> <p>God is a peaceful parent. We apply peaceful parenting when we emulate our Heavenly Father&#8217;s model.</p> <p>For more easy-to-apply parenting tips, check out <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1"><em>Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries</em></a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bonding-Your-Child-through-Boundaries/dp/1433543346/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FZ4TRIO216X8&amp;dchild=1&amp;keywords=bonding+with+your+child+through+boundaries&amp;qid=1593624555&amp;sprefix=Bonding+with+your+child+through%2Caps%2C219&amp;sr=8-1">HERE</a>.</p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Best-Decisions-Single-Mom-Make/dp/1540900320/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=Ten+Best+Decisions+A+Single+Mom+Can+Make&amp;qid=1593625917&amp;sr=8-1"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-6633" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db-231x300.jpg" alt="bonding with child through boundaries cover" width="231" height="300" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db-231x300.jpg 231w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/bwyctb-book-3db.jpg 320w" sizes="(max-width: 231px) 100vw, 231px" /><br /> <span style="color: #000000;">For additional peaceful parenting information, look for my new book with Pam Farrel,</span> The Ten Best Decisions A Single Mom Can Make. </a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/07/01/peaceful-parenting-2/">Peaceful Parenting</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Write Right Now! Begin or Finish Your Novel https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c96c81d0-6ef3-8276-1a6a-c62a9cb42d37 Mon, 29 Jun 2020 16:00:33 -0400 <p>Do you want to write a book right now? As the bestselling author of 29 titles and founder of Write Way, LLC, people contact me all the time, wanting to know how to write the story they want to share with the world. Having taught writing at conferences, at universities, and in schools, I&#8217;m teaching [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/29/write-right-now-begin-or-finish-your-novel/">Write Right Now! Begin or Finish Your Novel</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <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="https://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="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Home https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/06/blog-post_23.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:81fef2ec-ae82-8566-0d7b-3dcbcb4710f3 Wed, 24 Jun 2020 14:53:22 -0400 <div class="separator">This is Cousin Karin's biggest and most colorful bouquet to celebrate their church's first service after the global shutdown.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeAtZra7vc4/XvKLyMC0IAI/AAAAAAAAY20/AC6zSklPdxA1dW9iEo43Bq92j-PkykG-wCK4BGAsYHg/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-21-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeAtZra7vc4/XvKLyMC0IAI/AAAAAAAAY20/AC6zSklPdxA1dW9iEo43Bq92j-PkykG-wCK4BGAsYHg/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B6-21-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In contrast, this wildflower bouquet was the best I could come up with this week.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oR8j4Iqp_pE/XvJuaRjnxFI/AAAAAAAAY1I/NmBlBKwCBfM2UjtNj4iaMxdTDmXCVTXvACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/105986922_10101016032356426_1709906795982386469_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oR8j4Iqp_pE/XvJuaRjnxFI/AAAAAAAAY1I/NmBlBKwCBfM2UjtNj4iaMxdTDmXCVTXvACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/105986922_10101016032356426_1709906795982386469_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since Leah's surgery,&nbsp;&nbsp;every day is a <i>waiting day.</i>&nbsp;I want to be on-call to help if she needs me, so I don't make plans until I know for sure. Monday midday she learned that she'd be in the hospital&nbsp; one more night.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went to Monday dinner and brought Leah into the circle via video chat. Michael sent her a panoramic view of us all at the picnic table. Leah in good humor wrote back.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_uKUm2EdKQ/XvOdt0KTlzI/AAAAAAAAY3k/DSpZ-a7kYnwC6ssmScxUdL9IlmrJjrI7wCK4BGAsYHg/s701/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="701" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_uKUm2EdKQ/XvOdt0KTlzI/AAAAAAAAY3k/DSpZ-a7kYnwC6ssmScxUdL9IlmrJjrI7wCK4BGAsYHg/s320/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;"</span>I'm having dinner with this guy."</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Tuesday was homecoming! Nana was especially gratified to be welcomed by Kalani!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnzutzoM8xs/XvJused753I/AAAAAAAAY10/y_mydQMHVPICe2g2hbLDa4tjrMhfVfpnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Convo%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="1527" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnzutzoM8xs/XvJused753I/AAAAAAAAY10/y_mydQMHVPICe2g2hbLDa4tjrMhfVfpnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h268/Convo%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kalani-Nana conversation<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />The next day a friend brought by a welcome-back gift for Leah. We had a lovely visit sitting out on the deck.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DHB3Gk6tz0/XvJuzGhKspI/AAAAAAAAY14/l6daUpB3fbQ878u3LxefQsz_tGY-aWIfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/105026581_10101016032526086_1172555253820116479_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="777" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DHB3Gk6tz0/XvJuzGhKspI/AAAAAAAAY14/l6daUpB3fbQ878u3LxefQsz_tGY-aWIfACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/105026581_10101016032526086_1172555253820116479_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Virtual hug for Leah</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Michael's days are filled with repairs (finding and fixing the boiler leak), making meals (including homemade bread and cheese), and riding his bicycle (100+ miles this week), among other things.<div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7VpnvXDyAg/XvJvHQgDIII/AAAAAAAAY2E/WQgfRj9odUsImtH95Y249sRyDIVKhhejwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106005244_10101016031867406_6483811109502597607_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7VpnvXDyAg/XvJvHQgDIII/AAAAAAAAY2E/WQgfRj9odUsImtH95Y249sRyDIVKhhejwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/106005244_10101016031867406_6483811109502597607_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect loaf of Caraway Cheddar</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7VpnvXDyAg/XvJvHQgDIII/AAAAAAAAY2E/WQgfRj9odUsImtH95Y249sRyDIVKhhejwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/106005244_10101016031867406_6483811109502597607_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Work at the shop is on hold right now, waiting for responses from nursing homes who might want to try the "hugging-wall." However, Thursday evening team-work nights started up again, sorting Legos for <a href="https://www.firstlegoleague.org/">FLL </a>this fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, June 19, was Sam and Kristie's 21st anniversary!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7svEJwDljE/XvKM-uwk8II/AAAAAAAAY3M/zaPLsL41W9Qq-DSkQ3Twg5enbURc4LuegCK4BGAsYHg/s766/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="696" data-original-width="766" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7svEJwDljE/XvKM-uwk8II/AAAAAAAAY3M/zaPLsL41W9Qq-DSkQ3Twg5enbURc4LuegCK4BGAsYHg/s320/64506497_10100780893985606_5013788463065989120_n.jpg%2Bcopy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I really enjoyed all the photos posted to honor dads on Father's Day, so I borrowed some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7QzWNtRhnE/XvJvl2wi6eI/AAAAAAAAY2Y/VgUZf2Y9iAM5a2r6YS-NMo5CgSw49KHGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Dad%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7QzWNtRhnE/XvJvl2wi6eI/AAAAAAAAY2Y/VgUZf2Y9iAM5a2r6YS-NMo5CgSw49KHGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h625/Dad%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thinking of the heavy responsibility that being the head of the family represents, I chose these colorings as an encouraging message to fathers this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y38U6u9zgI8/XvJvdIlgNcI/AAAAAAAAY2Q/sQEQ1B9SzrIUAyt7r7yxV_o4F2ErxyGQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Words%2Bto%2Bdads%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="1600" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y38U6u9zgI8/XvJvdIlgNcI/AAAAAAAAY2Q/sQEQ1B9SzrIUAyt7r7yxV_o4F2ErxyGQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w625-h326/Words%2Bto%2Bdads%2BCollage.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/nCHyc14o9kA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Make Father’s Day Less Awkward https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c5144937-bf68-3bf9-03ed-9e0742b0f5e6 Sat, 20 Jun 2020 21:38:57 -0400 <p>Fathers Day can be awkward. Stats tell us that one in four homes is single parent led, and those are primarily single moms. That&#8217;s a lot of women and kids with an empty place where a dad is designed to be. &#8220;Writing a book to benefit others seemed as if I was digging in nasty [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/">Make Father&#8217;s Day Less Awkward</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Fathers Day can be awkward. Stats tell us that one in four homes is single parent led, and those are primarily single moms. That&#8217;s a lot of women and kids with an empty place where a dad is designed to be.</p> <p>&#8220;Writing a book to benefit others seemed as if I was digging in nasty cat litter to find my keys,&#8221; said Tez Brooks, author of <em>Single Dad Detour</em>.</p> <p>You gotta love a guy who will sift through kitty litter for you. Tez wrote a guidebook for fathering after divorce &#8211; much needed considering 50 percent of American kids will live in a single parent home before age 18. &#8220;The pain of rejection can drive us to slander, property damage, pathetic begging, withholding alimony, or rebounding with other women,&#8221; Tez described. &#8220;It just makes the entire male gender look bad.&#8221;</p> <h4>Men of Influence</h4> <p>Tez boldly reminds men that daily there are moments when fathers have to make split-second decisions to take the high road. When Fathers Day is a reminder of someone who didn&#8217;t choose the high road, instead recognize those men who have enriched your life.</p> <p>Who are the teachers, coaches, pastors, coworkers, grandfathers, uncles, or cousins who invested in you and your family? Notice the fathers who have children deployed in the military, and those who are unable to celebrate in person because of social distancing. Here are ways to salute the positive father figures in your life.</p> <ol> <li>Connect face to face over a video call. Whether via phone, tablet, or laptop, seeing one another&#8217;s smile is good medicine.</li> <li>Creative social distancing can include being that extra pair of hands that mow the lawn, wash the car, or wash exterior windows. Show your appreciation making tasks lighter.</li> <li>Make a video talking about a shared memory and send the video digitally.</li> <li>Assemble a collection of favorite tunes and share the links.</li> <li>Share a slide show or video of photos highlighting your relationship.</li> <li>Send flowers.</li> <li>Arrange for a meal to be delivered.</li> <li>Read an ebook together such as <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GZCBCJ8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1"><em><strong>Homeless for the Holidays</strong></em></a> or <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells-ebook/dp/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Chasing+Sunrise&amp;qid=1592702582&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em><strong>Chasing Sunrise</strong></em></a>.</li> <li>Send the link for that special person to listen to the audio version of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-for-the-Holidays/dp/B081PS4CVG/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr="><em><strong>Homeless for the Holidays</strong></em></a>.</li> </ol> <p>And for those single moms who are doing double-duty as two parents, Fathers Day is an opportunity to celebrate all you are doing right and to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KDK1S6Y/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0">treat yourself well</a>.</p> <p><img class="size-medium wp-image-7536 alignleft" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" /><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7177" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover-200x300.jpg 200w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/Homeless-cover.jpg 334w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/06/20/make-fathers-day-less-awkward/">Make Father&#8217;s Day Less Awkward</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> The Journey https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/06/the-journey.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b4715e8a-f45f-c997-c817-7a33808feab9 Tue, 16 Jun 2020 18:04:26 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I hope you enjoy Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquets as much as I do. She describes them for me as well.<blockquote><div>This is my first bouquet of gladiolus. There are at least seven or eight colors in this bouquet, but these may be hard to see. The red one is my first. I have not had red before. The ones in the front look slightly wilted, but when you actually see them, they are small with ruffled edges, and they have three colors (peach/yellow/reddish brown). Glads tend to be a&nbsp; bit unruly for me. They do not always grow straight, and in arrangements, then tend to turn, but the colors are always lovely.<div style="border: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br clear="none" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px;" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZhETB3-0RA/Xuev7IkCQcI/AAAAAAAAYuQ/qPJzKhe6YzQXf4HkoZmiLNKbpd9pNryTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/104229100_10101009910554566_919149577745557308_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="690" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZhETB3-0RA/Xuev7IkCQcI/AAAAAAAAYuQ/qPJzKhe6YzQXf4HkoZmiLNKbpd9pNryTACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/104229100_10101009910554566_919149577745557308_o.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></blockquote><div>Lovely weather here lately, though sometimes hot. I walked with a friend Monday evening.&nbsp;</div><div>Michael goes on bike rides often, taking into account the weather and the direction of the wind. This photo, however, is from 2014. So many happy memories of our two trips around the Basque Country during the month of June have surfaced lately.&nbsp;</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prdq-WJY8BM/XufAjUCNWkI/AAAAAAAAYwM/VjdhotdLkhwoYGuY6GDQf8LRrWN96pJ6ACK4BGAsYHg/s960/10325711_891284587996_4643705384355368393_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="574" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prdq-WJY8BM/XufAjUCNWkI/AAAAAAAAYwM/VjdhotdLkhwoYGuY6GDQf8LRrWN96pJ6ACK4BGAsYHg/w239-h400/10325711_891284587996_4643705384355368393_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div></div></blockquote><div>This week our focus has been on Leah's cancer journey. Tuesday she was admitted for surgery--a mastectomy. An overnight stay turned into a week-long lonely and painful saga. The bleeding would not lessen and the blood count was going down. Saturday began with her arm swelling out of proportion, and then became a long day of fighting with needles and IVs to replenish the magnesium, potassium, plasma and blood supply. Followed Sunday by a second surgery to fix the bleeding problem. The pain that afternoon and evening was excruciating. Thanks to technology we were able to video call, "be there"and advocate for her when she was in no condition to speak up for herself.&nbsp;</div><div>Leah has a very high tolerance for pain. Her positive attitude and good humor amazed us and blessed all those around her.&nbsp;</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDPig7JbW5o/Xue_xnJqaHI/AAAAAAAAYv4/ZJz2cepBhiMT7AwaOjEGk0s0Qfn6j707gCK4BGAsYHg/s1920/cancer%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDPig7JbW5o/Xue_xnJqaHI/AAAAAAAAYv4/ZJz2cepBhiMT7AwaOjEGk0s0Qfn6j707gCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h360/cancer%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></blockquote><div>&nbsp;Meanwhile, in Pennsylvania, a dear aunt was hospitalized and in critical care, and alone much of the time. God took her Home, Tuesday June 10th. I took this photo a little over four years ago when her husband passed away (uncle Phil, Mother's youngest brother).&nbsp;</div><blockquote><div><div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKm0GGlnTO8/XufR6VYr-BI/AAAAAAAAYxo/ChRGoEq2PNAN6HYANnqnSPqjx5z5wfMJgCK4BGAsYHg/s960/12715983_10100196411428336_4273897177070394169_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKm0GGlnTO8/XufR6VYr-BI/AAAAAAAAYxo/ChRGoEq2PNAN6HYANnqnSPqjx5z5wfMJgCK4BGAsYHg/s320/12715983_10100196411428336_4273897177070394169_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That was also the anniversary of our house fire, nine years ago already! The tree sculpture reminds us of that event--the half-burned old oak tree stump that son Stephan carved into a monument of gratitude to God for the lifetime of blessings. Sadly, it is deteriorating over time and several of the meaningful icons are disappearing.&nbsp;</div></blockquote><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACl_OBXziAw/Xue5mebMgaI/AAAAAAAAYvE/yUm-OZNetwEsngWZYmmnSSETsj6Dfs3ggCK4BGAsYHg/s960/104449332_10101009905769156_8678024931668754443_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACl_OBXziAw/Xue5mebMgaI/AAAAAAAAYvE/yUm-OZNetwEsngWZYmmnSSETsj6Dfs3ggCK4BGAsYHg/w300-h400/104449332_10101009905769156_8678024931668754443_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>Wednesday's strong winds knocked down a large tree across the lane that led to a neighborhood chainsaw and clean-up party.</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHd9tCtyDJ8/XufBdJreBuI/AAAAAAAAYxA/rmJgxtMjds4tSQFN8or_yRrDT6AoWnlswCK4BGAsYHg/s3000/Tree%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHd9tCtyDJ8/XufBdJreBuI/AAAAAAAAYxA/rmJgxtMjds4tSQFN8or_yRrDT6AoWnlswCK4BGAsYHg/w320-h640/Tree%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>A blog post is not complete without a picture of one or another of the young'uns, so I borrowed these Kayla took during a walk while looking after Kalani.</div></blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWvmrifnIF8/Xuk70_pCFzI/AAAAAAAAYyE/iUem7GTrjjIsXxqZgmNlkUwetACV-h-jwCK4BGAsYHg/s960/103427931_10206941275488089_7419581389102934326_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWvmrifnIF8/Xuk70_pCFzI/AAAAAAAAYyE/iUem7GTrjjIsXxqZgmNlkUwetACV-h-jwCK4BGAsYHg/s320/103427931_10206941275488089_7419581389102934326_o.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Cousin time: Rebecca and Kalani&nbsp;</span></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote><div><br />&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmOgx6dpuuU/XufBJ76JxPI/AAAAAAAAYwk/efgwK2Mzm1owFGZz6QAWMaKEO51Ikc6lwCK4BGAsYHg/s960/84228957_10101009905110476_6707261135330067968_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmOgx6dpuuU/XufBJ76JxPI/AAAAAAAAYwk/efgwK2Mzm1owFGZz6QAWMaKEO51Ikc6lwCK4BGAsYHg/s320/84228957_10101009905110476_6707261135330067968_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></blockquote><div>&nbsp;What has kept me occupied and sane during this period of waiting every day for Leah to be discharged and not allowed to visit?&nbsp;</div><div>Among other things, I continue researching digital archives that are helping to fill in the missing pieces and put together the story of my parents' mission in Argentina as well as the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/meemawrita/photos/a.297994440864428/556556005008269/?type=3&amp;theater">history of the Hoyt family</a> within the Grace Brethren /Church.&nbsp;</div><div><br />And I finished a knitting project this week. I enjoy using up every last bit of leftover yarn. Knitting can be a relaxing activity at the end of the day.</div><blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_n5TGohPi4/XufBUVGnYRI/AAAAAAAAYww/nY7xrpPijJsHPimoBPnyfdYJBHNaIat_ACK4BGAsYHg/s960/103976539_10101009907820046_8123102347311244758_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_n5TGohPi4/XufBUVGnYRI/AAAAAAAAYww/nY7xrpPijJsHPimoBPnyfdYJBHNaIat_ACK4BGAsYHg/s320/103976539_10101009907820046_8123102347311244758_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally, let me share these images from an old hymn. As a writer I was moved, as we sang, by this attempt to describe the love of God.</div></div></blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Could we with ink the ocean fill,</span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; And were the skies of parchment made;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Were every stalk on earth a quill,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; And every man a scribe by trade;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">To write the love of God above</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; Would drain the ocean dry;</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nor could the scroll contain the whole,</div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot;, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; Though stretched from sky to sky.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;How have you seen God's love carry you through this week?</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/4fv4ZKiZ77o" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> 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; 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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=""/> 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> 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; 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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 https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/05/25/transformed-by-tragedy/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:7575e859-e1f9-67f0-6009-de2cbfdf45c5 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="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/05/25/transformed-by-tragedy/">Remembering the Fallen on Memorial Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://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="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/05/25/transformed-by-tragedy/">Remembering the Fallen on Memorial Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://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=""/>