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: Thankful for Weird Things http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46738 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:46294391-cb4a-d9e7-872b-f993d425bd87 Mon, 08 Mar 2021 08:14:42 -0500 O Lord, this past year, I’ve been thankful for the oddest things. For toilet paper. For Zoom (in 2019, I’d never heard of that). Even for being old so I can have shots. OMG, maybe You’re trying to teach us new lessons about gratitude?&#160; <p><strong>O Lord, this past year, I’ve been thankful for the oddest things. For toilet paper. For Zoom (in 2019, I’d never heard of that). Even for being old so I can have shots. OMG, maybe You’re trying to teach us new lessons about gratitude?&nbsp;</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-TP-shopping-4974313_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="200" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-TP-shopping-4974313_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="46740" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46740" class="wp-image-46740"/></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/RachaelBirthdayZoom-1.png"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="169" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/RachaelBirthdayZoom-1.png" alt="" data-id="46741" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46741" class="wp-image-46741"/></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-syringe-1597515_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="300" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-syringe-1597515_1280.png" alt="" data-id="46742" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-syringe-1597515_1280.png" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46742" class="wp-image-46742" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-syringe-1597515_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210308-syringe-1597515_1280-150x150.png 150w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></li></ul></figure> On My Shelf: The Artful Edit: On the Practice of Editing Yourself https://thomasrknight.com/on-my-shelf-the-artful-edit-on-the-practice-of-editing-yourself Freelance Knight urn:uuid:3d0f5965-1b12-3642-0648-6d95787a15f7 Fri, 05 Mar 2021 05:30:00 -0500 I am always looking for ways to improve my editing and writing skills. To that end, I have read a lot of books on the topic. Yet, somehow I missed this one until it was recommended by a friend. The Full House https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/full-house.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d4b60c8b-f985-e4c4-6d80-aeb5120938d1 Wed, 03 Mar 2021 15:08:42 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The week started out icy cold.</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/-E44mVTffTq0/YD5l-4zmsoI/AAAAAAAAaKA/FQQjz8L7ZOIm81IXBAU5lc5YykWSDbeVACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/155885735_10101177276501866_5791036649749930961_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E44mVTffTq0/YD5l-4zmsoI/AAAAAAAAaKA/FQQjz8L7ZOIm81IXBAU5lc5YykWSDbeVACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/155885735_10101177276501866_5791036649749930961_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had decided to take off after church to watch son Stephan and the other carvers in the process of making ice art.&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/-_1xRWlYAyKs/YD6KdGbuq6I/AAAAAAAAaKQ/mNEVzZ213UUJTykxSHaUYYJNjXpeqvPYACLcBGAsYHQ/s923/153231770_10101173743521986_6300985269338294875_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="923" height="311" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1xRWlYAyKs/YD6KdGbuq6I/AAAAAAAAaKQ/mNEVzZ213UUJTykxSHaUYYJNjXpeqvPYACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h311/153231770_10101173743521986_6300985269338294875_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;">His was a more delicate, risky piece with many parts and so tall it barely fit under the tent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/stephan.a.koch/videos/10159447836994767"><i>The Best Pancakes</i></a>&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/-V3g6u7CiPlg/YD6K-GZ3jFI/AAAAAAAAaKc/x2wkISd9xYQ9dkDSvr7Tbrgx6t0agWCjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/153104191_10101173743312406_1622626097563993317_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/-V3g6u7CiPlg/YD6K-GZ3jFI/AAAAAAAAaKc/x2wkISd9xYQ9dkDSvr7Tbrgx6t0agWCjgCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/153104191_10101173743312406_1622626097563993317_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;">Obviously at the start of "Sugaring Season", he had maple syrup in mind.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael was so inspired that he carved a decent snow squirrel when we got home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our bread supply was running low, so Michael started a new batch and the girls finished it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rWeDjd_iUM/YD6LQVjI0UI/AAAAAAAAaKo/kKa24n16hrEu_eA-VjQw-1Qh-vWmz0l_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156040736_10101177274685506_7412761854353696302_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="960" height="365" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rWeDjd_iUM/YD6LQVjI0UI/AAAAAAAAaKo/kKa24n16hrEu_eA-VjQw-1Qh-vWmz0l_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h365/156040736_10101177274685506_7412761854353696302_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;">They were able to share the end product and show off their bread-making skills with a group of students on the MuKappa (<span style="font-size: x-small;">missionary kids &amp; internationals club</span>) planning committee.</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/-EaaPG3Ul5Ck/YD6LdSKNxfI/AAAAAAAAaKs/PzWqCPFWCZwLdHgV3bUNoV0ykcdiceW_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156663523_10101177241342326_1737734508531987013_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="960" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaaPG3Ul5Ck/YD6LdSKNxfI/AAAAAAAAaKs/PzWqCPFWCZwLdHgV3bUNoV0ykcdiceW_wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h386/156663523_10101177241342326_1737734508531987013_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;">Rebecca was here Tuesday ready to play in the snow. This time it was pack-able.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In our first attempt we ended up with such monstrous mounds, too heavy to stack.</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/-ymUaeF6I1Tg/YD6L3Yt-boI/AAAAAAAAaK4/Zz73S8pGf08bWUXu0R4gz-BV0NEvxFpCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155831765_10101177266247416_6532662640806712047_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/-ymUaeF6I1Tg/YD6L3Yt-boI/AAAAAAAAaK4/Zz73S8pGf08bWUXu0R4gz-BV0NEvxFpCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/155831765_10101177266247416_6532662640806712047_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;">Next we made a snow-girl outside Moriah's glass door.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGSunV2BGnI/YD6L3XVabGI/AAAAAAAAaK8/mWuD4AYbMK41aDKNkcUN6dOnpynAcuqLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156592498_10101177266307296_3532465176162691863_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/-uGSunV2BGnI/YD6L3XVabGI/AAAAAAAAaK8/mWuD4AYbMK41aDKNkcUN6dOnpynAcuqLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/156592498_10101177266307296_3532465176162691863_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;">Thanks to Michael's promptings and example, I am getting more exercise than ever before.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A local group, UCC Hikers, often announces outings for whoever can make it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We joined Bob Medows, the organizer, for strenuous hike at Seven Pillars, trudging through 6" deep snow.</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/-hip9vj5Prxs/YD6MBx0DraI/AAAAAAAAaLA/9tXi18oMkVctlpgzDeA_ORM12AzrNh4JQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156069394_10101177266916076_1310518964005347369_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/-hip9vj5Prxs/YD6MBx0DraI/AAAAAAAAaLA/9tXi18oMkVctlpgzDeA_ORM12AzrNh4JQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/156069394_10101177266916076_1310518964005347369_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;">As the weather warmed up, Michael dared to go out for a bike ride Thursday.</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/-9rotZatQTCs/YD6NSe2D6MI/AAAAAAAAaLQ/7U_fP9r16HEwfYQwUG6hLalicyHIhObHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s795/156453995_10101177267250406_5084766387176134726_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="795" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rotZatQTCs/YD6NSe2D6MI/AAAAAAAAaLQ/7U_fP9r16HEwfYQwUG6hLalicyHIhObHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h294/156453995_10101177267250406_5084766387176134726_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;">Did anyone know this was National Engineers Week?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't know if that was the reason, but the Engineering students decided to have Fancy Friday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girls were busy getting Moriah dolled up for the day before her 8 AM class..</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FATs91GhcA/YD6O4H5DFII/AAAAAAAAaLo/EQe9TYyscHUDZkF9sOUmW9PQx6uNW5V9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155305335_10101176269345216_156295793509639598_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FATs91GhcA/YD6O4H5DFII/AAAAAAAAaLo/EQe9TYyscHUDZkF9sOUmW9PQx6uNW5V9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/155305335_10101176269345216_156295793509639598_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SViUmha2d9o/YD6Ow36OqrI/AAAAAAAAaLk/xpeP-fI_5mchhn5B5V08bF6HxRyzMUe5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/154805926_10101176269255396_2590702610492362912_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="504" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SViUmha2d9o/YD6Ow36OqrI/AAAAAAAAaLk/xpeP-fI_5mchhn5B5V08bF6HxRyzMUe5wCLcBGAsYHQ/w336-h640/154805926_10101176269255396_2590702610492362912_n.jpg" width="336" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyfoAVjx7nM/YD6O4EOW3CI/AAAAAAAAaLs/PYvyDcei2GYa42Whi-z7EQ_DFZlTgpmlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155379336_10101176269290326_9178429123862830398_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="557" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyfoAVjx7nM/YD6O4EOW3CI/AAAAAAAAaLs/PYvyDcei2GYa42Whi-z7EQ_DFZlTgpmlACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/155379336_10101176269290326_9178429123862830398_n.jpg" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ever so grateful for a deadline to clean up my loft writing area! I spent&nbsp; most of Thursday preparing to welcome Kendra's boyfriend visiting from Massachusetts. I sorted, rearranged, dusted, swept, and finally on Friday made up a bed for Zack who arrived later that afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A photo was in order. <strike>Sorry</strike>, no before pics!</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/-wP5xeuSWk-U/YD6OFMf2-8I/AAAAAAAAaLY/UTK5Q-_zsgw04LWvNzRj9HtNyjL8xWYBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155529748_10101176269205496_3154581277740875869_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/-wP5xeuSWk-U/YD6OFMf2-8I/AAAAAAAAaLY/UTK5Q-_zsgw04LWvNzRj9HtNyjL8xWYBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/155529748_10101176269205496_3154581277740875869_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The love birds gazing . . .&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78X-_eS9MBw/YD6OFMe0viI/AAAAAAAAaLc/AV9O_N7Q_hE30qGXhwrC4J1j2wfpdXDUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155582284_10101176269160586_7360101383905699178_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="809" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78X-_eS9MBw/YD6OFMe0viI/AAAAAAAAaLc/AV9O_N7Q_hE30qGXhwrC4J1j2wfpdXDUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/155582284_10101176269160586_7360101383905699178_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca was here for awhile. Moriah loves to play with young uns!</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/-gujlDoePlfA/YD6PSeIt-II/AAAAAAAAaL8/jL86-J7P03oTwA4wOxT6cRnUZWRcWc_SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155536549_10101176269105696_2091245330393744425_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="864" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gujlDoePlfA/YD6PSeIt-II/AAAAAAAAaL8/jL86-J7P03oTwA4wOxT6cRnUZWRcWc_SQCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h400/155536549_10101176269105696_2091245330393744425_n.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zack got together with several old college friends while he was here. Saturday one of them drove in from Ohio! We had taught Zack our favorite game of 2020 and he loved it. So while Kendra was out doing her long run for Marathon training class, he taught Lukas how to play Splendor.</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/-IWciCuQuBXg/YD6PbyYMWZI/AAAAAAAAaMA/xIUbmvUj4JEzJgbh63_N9TrwagWNivVIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155990875_10101177267953996_1660056513529838026_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/-IWciCuQuBXg/YD6PbyYMWZI/AAAAAAAAaMA/xIUbmvUj4JEzJgbh63_N9TrwagWNivVIQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/155990875_10101177267953996_1660056513529838026_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I posted the following&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/02/announcement.html">Announcement</a>&nbsp;on a new blog. I am so excited about this project. More to come!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the process of&nbsp;sorting through piles and files, I came across photos I had not seen or didn't remember (that happens too often lately). This is my father's family when he was the next to youngest, the little boy in the front. Another brother was born later. Grandma had dark hair, and grandpa was still with the family.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRAfBSJ-zEU/YD6KHFAwp9I/AAAAAAAAaKI/f1fBIWEoKPcezKiJCI8PWqnGfXyaW8F6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s932/153688082_10101174415430476_1586523613418498151_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="932" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRAfBSJ-zEU/YD6KHFAwp9I/AAAAAAAAaKI/f1fBIWEoKPcezKiJCI8PWqnGfXyaW8F6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h412/153688082_10101174415430476_1586523613418498151_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This week brought back memories of Daddy's passing,&nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">February 21, eight years ago, shortly before his 92nd birthday. I was so privileged to be with him during that momentous transition.</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Tfe3bZ2FYVI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Mad Makeover; or Where Did You Put the —? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46615 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b8c7ad8c-8ac8-61d4-a45f-d919718d348b Wed, 03 Mar 2021 08:51:51 -0500 When we moved 11 years ago, we agreed, “These room colors are temporary.” With straight faces, even. Temporary threatened to stretch into forever. For years, I dreamed of painting our living space. Paint chip displays tempted me as if made of chocolate. Finally, we lined up a painter. This time, when we visited the paint [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-from-210201-RomanticSmoke.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-from-210201-RomanticSmoke.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46619" width="221" height="173"/></a></figure></div> <p>When we moved 11 years ago, we agreed, “These room colors are temporary.” With straight faces, even.</p> <p class="has-dark-gray-color has-text-color">Temporary threatened to stretch into forever. For years, I dreamed of painting our living space.<a> Paint chip displays tempted me as if made of chocolate.</a></p> <p class="has-dark-gray-color has-text-color">Finally, we lined up a painter. This time, when we visited the paint chip display, my dreams would come true!</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920-741x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46622" width="173" height="238" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920-741x1024.jpg 741w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920-217x300.jpg 217w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920-768x1062.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920-624x863.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-smoky-rose-5974372_1920.jpg 912w" sizes="(max-width: 173px) 100vw, 173px" /></a></figure></div> <p>The paint names reinforced my fantasies, especially pink hues. Noble Blush, for example, sounded like the color of a drawing room in a Jane Austen novel. Peach Indulgence matched its luscious, ice-creamy name. I will not discuss Romantic Smoke because this is a family-friendly blog.</p> <p>Still, after 11 years, I was having the time of my life.</p> <p>“Quit sticking those things in your purse.” My husband tugged on me. “They’ll arrest you for shoplifting.”</p> <p>“It’s impossible to shoplift paint chips. They’re free,” I said.</p> <p>What was his problem? I left some for other customers.</p> <p>Five.</p> <p>At home, I held up paint chips to walls. Appliances. Toothbrushes.</p> <p>“What do you think of this?” I asked Hubby for the 3,973rd time.</p> <p>He clammed up, so I asked the guys who collected our trash. Both were all about Noble Blush.</p> <p>“Brings a distinctively neutral, yet warm ambiance to a room,” they agreed.</p> <p>As our makeover date approached, Hubby and I wondered if we would survive the actual painting.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-pyramids-fantasy-2641176_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-pyramids-fantasy-2641176_1920.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46623" width="281" height="402" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-pyramids-fantasy-2641176_1920.jpg 676w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-pyramids-fantasy-2641176_1920-210x300.jpg 210w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-pyramids-fantasy-2641176_1920-624x894.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 281px) 100vw, 281px" /></a></figure></div> <p>“This wasn’t my idea, remember?” he said.</p> <p>Give my husband credit. With my writing deadline looming, he removed all our earthly possessions from six rooms, finding space elsewhere. Unfortunately, Hubby’s digging through cabinets and closets uncovered numerous artifacts, including macaroni the same age as the pyramids.</p> <p>Also, while we expected upheaval, we didn’t anticipate scavenger hunts for each and every possession.</p> <p>When I griped, Hubby said, “This wasn’t my idea, remember?”</p> <p>Well, if he’d kept me away from the paint chips …</p> <p>Halfway through the painting process, I tried to concoct a vaguely nutritious meal. “Where’d you put the bananas?” I called to Hubby.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920-1024x780.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46629" width="207" height="157" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920-1024x780.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920-300x228.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920-768x585.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920-1536x1170.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920-624x475.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-banana-2449019_1920.jpg 1644w" sizes="(max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px" /></a></figure></div> <p>“In the Ford’s front seat, of course.”</p> <p>“Of course,” I muttered.</p> <p>“Or maybe by the second row of boots in my shower.”</p> <p>Maybe all this was getting to him.</p> <p>Our pleasant painters worked efficiently and well. Yet, the process seemed endless. Finally, though, my dreams came true.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-from-210201-p-painter-1238027_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-from-210201-p-painter-1238027_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46618" width="654" height="524"/></a></figure> <p>We thanked the painters who had blessed us with their expertise. I handed out fresh bouquets of gratitude to my helpful husband. “We never could have accomplished this if you hadn’t stepped in.”</p> <p>He smiled. He preened.</p> <p>I gave him a big hug. “Okay, start moving everything out again. The carpet guys are coming tomorrow.”</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="588" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920-1024x588.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46624" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920-1024x588.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920-300x172.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920-768x441.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920-1536x882.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920-624x358.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/210303-p-carpet-samples-2364065_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> How did you survive your last home makeover?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: I Can’t Be That Old! http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46507 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:77199316-48c6-54b0-1352-46f476594054 Mon, 01 Mar 2021 08:28:00 -0500 Jesus, I know You’re eternal, but for us, a half-century holds a lot of years. M*A*S*H is more than a half-century old. Nerf balls were invented half a century ago. OMG, I never thought I’d say this, but, oh, to be ONLY a half-century old! <p><strong>Jesus, I know You’re eternal, but for us, a half-century holds a lot of years. M*A*S*H is more than a half-century old. Nerf balls were invented half a century ago. OMG, I never thought I’d say this, but, oh, to be ONLY a half-century old!</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="429" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210301-Rachael-ruffle.jpg" alt="" data-id="46508" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46508" class="wp-image-46508" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210301-Rachael-ruffle.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210301-Rachael-ruffle-210x300.jpg 210w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="375" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210301-birthday-penguin.png" alt="" data-id="46509" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46509" class="wp-image-46509" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210301-birthday-penguin.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210301-birthday-penguin-240x300.png 240w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="400" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/201026-RachaelCoffee-b.jpg" alt="" data-id="46510" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/201026-RachaelCoffee-b.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46510" class="wp-image-46510" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/201026-RachaelCoffee-b.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/201026-RachaelCoffee-b-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> Celebrating Mars Madness https://thomasrknight.com/celebrating-mars-madness Freelance Knight urn:uuid:ab7578f5-e3d8-1ec9-0441-8bf2a1fd83b2 Fri, 26 Feb 2021 05:30:00 -0500 I know, I apparently spelled March wrong and it isn&#8217;t even March yet. This is the last Friday in February, what gives? In fact, this post is not incorrectly titled nor does it discuss college sportsball. I want to discuss Goals and Accomplishments https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/goals-and-accomplishments.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:47d8765d-9dab-f543-e8a5-7c71aaadf2c9 Wed, 24 Feb 2021 14:12:45 -0500 <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;">Valentine's Day was quiet, however many greetings were expressed virtually.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omTuu0XZBS4/YDWk6ZG6k5I/AAAAAAAAaIA/qYGgvucSnRkSqi3LD2wNbJOu6ZT5KTOnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s720/150165245_10101169587385916_7563225006619723909_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="720" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omTuu0XZBS4/YDWk6ZG6k5I/AAAAAAAAaIA/qYGgvucSnRkSqi3LD2wNbJOu6ZT5KTOnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/150165245_10101169587385916_7563225006619723909_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was thrilled to see "Aunt" Margaret's on Facebook. The Grace Village Health Care residents were photographed each with their own message.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I do miss seeing this dear lady. She will be 100 in May!</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/-FvLROei0piU/YDVTgU17ifI/AAAAAAAAaHc/WlPvNyKJ-R8rgfcL1ErfzG9vJ79Z6EOswCLcBGAsYHQ/s821/151528281_10101171012325326_5399981627712529116_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="537" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvLROei0piU/YDVTgU17ifI/AAAAAAAAaHc/WlPvNyKJ-R8rgfcL1ErfzG9vJ79Z6EOswCLcBGAsYHQ/w261-h400/151528281_10101171012325326_5399981627712529116_n.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>He spreads the snow like wool. . . </i>says the Psalmist in 147:16.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What He sent us Monday and throughout the week, looks like marshmallow cream or whipped topping.</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/-HFZPhFmoRS4/YDVSdNhZjSI/AAAAAAAAaHI/MM5nFScfBkELbPqExdZh3-o5SuPkOY7iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1333/151292525_10101170891662136_910818323003066850_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZPhFmoRS4/YDVSdNhZjSI/AAAAAAAAaHI/MM5nFScfBkELbPqExdZh3-o5SuPkOY7iQCLcBGAsYHQ/w405-h640/151292525_10101170891662136_910818323003066850_o.jpg" width="405" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The neighbor boys were playing in the snow, called out to me as I trudged up to the mail box and reminded me it was a holiday - President'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/-C35YejF9oHo/YDVSq8ia7OI/AAAAAAAAaHM/HObIWMCcJQI1JO7_aOEXtju16hxKTHhBACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/154313214_10101174410415526_934632804029660925_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="837" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C35YejF9oHo/YDVSq8ia7OI/AAAAAAAAaHM/HObIWMCcJQI1JO7_aOEXtju16hxKTHhBACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/154313214_10101174410415526_934632804029660925_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next day, a snow day, they tried out the zip line.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkJe_ptSygs/YDVSqzoPGeI/AAAAAAAAaHQ/jvqKeA6KmaE0x0ut_OYnq-zB6PAWrWGEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/153745679_10101174410380596_7107975153373618004_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/-UkJe_ptSygs/YDVSqzoPGeI/AAAAAAAAaHQ/jvqKeA6KmaE0x0ut_OYnq-zB6PAWrWGEwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/153745679_10101174410380596_7107975153373618004_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;">Needless to say, we did not make it to Stephan's for Monday Night Dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were, however, several meals together with our somewhat snowbound resident students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday, we made it over to Leah's. Michael dug out her car from the accumulated snow and ice, while I chatted and admired a tiny little clay sculpture she had made. It's message:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Peace surrounded by chaos.</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/-vP7I6PEme4o/YDVUOkqsSfI/AAAAAAAAaHk/-glKJC1jY2MTzzqRQPPX9jqFWQxSCZj5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/154201352_10101174410445466_6024462114525147596_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="960" height="135" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP7I6PEme4o/YDVUOkqsSfI/AAAAAAAAaHk/-glKJC1jY2MTzzqRQPPX9jqFWQxSCZj5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h135/154201352_10101174410445466_6024462114525147596_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael also has been having fun designing and printing a variety of parts. It seems that the small 3D printer in his den is always humming, turning out another masterpiece. And he can also control the larger printer at the shop in Matthews remotely. These all are meant to replace some on the robot and improve its performance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This tiny one is one of his favorites made from a rubber-like material.</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/-XOhe-t3X-00/YDVVJjLO7bI/AAAAAAAAaH4/8bb4PZ4XfGgfzF1fSaCwPbdko7H_Gr42wCLcBGAsYHQ/s743/152226294_10101173743776476_8010289525874932054_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="743" height="161" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOhe-t3X-00/YDVVJjLO7bI/AAAAAAAAaH4/8bb4PZ4XfGgfzF1fSaCwPbdko7H_Gr42wCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h161/152226294_10101173743776476_8010289525874932054_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayla works at the local library Tuesdays and Fridays. On one or both of those days I pick up Rebecca there after school. Here she is pointing to her name bug that marks how far she has come in the reading challenge her mom illustrated so well with a giant sunflower.</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/-gbzswowWb2g/YDVU3D6HFQI/AAAAAAAAaHw/PLkgw-pt_usvMA-JfFV3r5Mmwthf6_9mACLcBGAsYHQ/s927/151589496_10101173743746536_5693654643071354499_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="639" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gbzswowWb2g/YDVU3D6HFQI/AAAAAAAAaHw/PLkgw-pt_usvMA-JfFV3r5Mmwthf6_9mACLcBGAsYHQ/w276-h400/151589496_10101173743746536_5693654643071354499_n.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Several household members' goals were significantly advanced this week.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moriah successfully presented her team's senior engineering project on Monday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thursday, Kendra's script was chosen for her team's senior film project which she will be directing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both have much work ahead: Moriah's class must now seriously write and document, and Kendra's team have to make a film.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It has become a winter tradition to work on a Wysocki puzzle. One evening this week Michael and I were drawn to the puzzle and made great progress as we listened to music. The fun completion of the week was when Moriah put the final 20 or so pieces into place Saturday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgR03qmMC44/YDVUbqILtaI/AAAAAAAAaHo/UbKgBVzJvvcKB6xyWwVK0ZD0EExsrcTKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s945/153095278_10101173743646736_8910036801273563548_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="945" height="275" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgR03qmMC44/YDVUbqILtaI/AAAAAAAAaHo/UbKgBVzJvvcKB6xyWwVK0ZD0EExsrcTKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h275/153095278_10101173743646736_8910036801273563548_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;">Thanks to modern technology we were able to watch two&nbsp;online celebrations this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5etNNGQet4&amp;feature=share&amp;fbclid=IwAR3sQCwWajKiEO9L1E6_6IG3o51ldPrFGlPIyVwxz6i5DuTcGxSqczTrB_A">Frank Dietz</a>' Memorial service, an amazing overview of his extensive leadership role and impact. We were together on the ship Doulos with Frank and Anneli. Their daughter Amy was Leah's best friend. He passed away in January at age 80. HIs last three years were spent caring for his bedridden wife.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--<a href="https://www.facebook.com/omships/videos/766322870954180">OM Ships 50th Anniversary</a>, The M/V Logos launched February 18, 1971. In January of that year, Michael and I spent a couple weeks on board where he repaired the antiquated electronic equipment on the bridge.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was eight months pregnant at the time, so Stephan can claim that he was there as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our comment after viewing the many old friends that we knew in our younger days, was:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"They're looking old."&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we looked in the mirror.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_oDMgmJMb_E" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> I Flunked Euchre http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46327 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b91426f1-5b04-56a6-9d97-1f2a84f25833 Wed, 24 Feb 2021 09:03:36 -0500 I was born and raised in Indiana, the heart of the “Euchre Belt.” Along with understanding all things basketball and eating dinner plate-sized tenderloin sandwiches, I learned how to play euchre, right? Wrong. My father, a card-shark-turned-pastor, nixed cards. Even Old Maid made him uneasy. While friends learned to play euchre and that favorite pastime [&#8230;] <p>I was born and raised in Indiana, the heart of the “Euchre Belt.” Along with understanding all things basketball and eating dinner plate-sized tenderloin sandwiches, I learned how to play euchre, right?</p> <p>Wrong.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="566" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920-1024x566.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46366" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920-1024x566.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920-300x166.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920-768x424.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920-1536x848.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920-624x345.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-hand-of-cards-cropped-cards-5142449_1920.jpg 1653w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></div> <p>My father, a card-shark-turned-pastor, nixed cards. Even Old Maid made him uneasy. While friends learned to play euchre and that favorite pastime of the devil, poker, I grew up calling clubs “clovers.”</p> <p>Instead, our default family activity consisted of singing around the piano.</p> <p>Once, at an Indiana University summer music camp for high schoolers, I sowed the wildest of oats. My sort-of boyfriend, who also attended, volunteered to teach me euchre. He became my partner.</p> <p>By evening’s end, he was crying. Why, I didn’t know. The clover issue bothered him. Also, I considered spades hearts too — pointy black hearts. He took that personally.</p> <p>The relationship crashed.</p> <p>Dad was right. Playing cards messed up your life.</p> <p>Then, I met my dream guy: taller than me, with bigger feet and a cute smile. Like me, he enjoyed school. More important, he shared my Christian faith, as did his family.</p> <p>Eventually, he invited me to his grandparents’ get-together.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-canned-goods-tin-2549235_1920-827x1024.png" alt="" class="wp-image-46331" width="175" height="217" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-canned-goods-tin-2549235_1920-827x1024.png 827w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-canned-goods-tin-2549235_1920-242x300.png 242w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-canned-goods-tin-2549235_1920-768x951.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-canned-goods-tin-2549235_1920-624x773.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-canned-goods-tin-2549235_1920.png 836w" sizes="(max-width: 175px) 100vw, 175px" /></figure></div> <p>I was ecstatic. Until everyone started playing heathen euchre.</p> <p>Worse, no piano graced their living room.</p> <p>How could this relationship survive?</p> <p>Especially, as I learned his parents and grandparents played euchre every week. Grandma and Grandpa even gambled (gasp!), winning penny pots and cans of applesauce and beanee weenees.</p> <p>My parents would want me to be polite. When my hosts insisted on teaching me euchre, I tried to learn.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-Ace-of-spades-card-1738844_1920-963x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46330" width="341" height="363" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-Ace-of-spades-card-1738844_1920-963x1024.jpg 963w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-Ace-of-spades-card-1738844_1920-282x300.jpg 282w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-Ace-of-spades-card-1738844_1920-768x817.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-Ace-of-spades-card-1738844_1920-624x663.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-Ace-of-spades-card-1738844_1920.jpg 1140w" sizes="(max-width: 341px) 100vw, 341px" /></figure></div> <p>Only now do I realize the extent of their kindness. Even Grandpa didn’t pounce on me — mostly because Grandma fixed a steely eye on him when I, his partner, trumped his aces.</p> <p>Fortunately, my future husband was too in love to notice when I trumped his.</p> <p>However, even he tired of waiting while I pondered various plays. He joined the others in extended coffee and bathroom breaks. Grandpa built a garage.</p> <p>“With practice, you’ll do fine,” my sweet, future mother-in-law assured me.</p> <p>She was right. After 25 years of marriage, I could play without anyone building garages.</p> <p>Of course, our children caught on to the game as preschoolers. Their children also are fast learners.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-Euchre-Phillips-a.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46329" width="436" height="253"/><figcaption>The Phillips family playing euchre.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>When we play with friends, the card sharks my father warned me about, they can’t play plain euchre. No, we must bid and think high and low and upside down.</p> <p>You mean the cards read the same upside down?</p> <p>My euchre education continues.</p> <p>Occasionally, even the friendliest card sharks lose patience with me. But the important relationship hasn’t crashed.</p> <p>He still possesses a cute smile. And Hubby can sing around the piano, too.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920-1024x653.png" alt="" class="wp-image-46333" width="685" height="436" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920-1024x653.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920-300x191.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920-768x490.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920-1536x980.png 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920-624x398.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210224-p-team-2408098_1920.png 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 685px) 100vw, 685px" /></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What in-law tradition tripped (trips) you up?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Um, Maybe I Should Go Back to Bed http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46271 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:fdf9f458-a323-1bce-b1ef-42108efbfaf2 Mon, 22 Feb 2021 09:13:02 -0500 O Lord, when I tried to peel a banana, it slipped from my hand. The whole bunch was shiny and slick! What idiot would grease a bowl of fruit? Then it hit me. I’d aimed PAM at a pan … with the nozzle pointed elsewhere. <p><strong>O Lord, when I tried to peel a banana, it slipped from my hand. The whole bunch was shiny and slick! What idiot would grease a bowl of fruit? Then it hit me. I’d aimed PAM at a pan … with the nozzle pointed elsewhere.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="225" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210222-Banana-small-rotated.jpg" alt="" data-id="46272" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46272" class="wp-image-46272"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="400" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210222-Pam-a.jpg" alt="" data-id="46273" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210222-Pam-a.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46273" class="wp-image-46273" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210222-Pam-a.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210222-Pam-a-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding Page Breaks https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/02/20/lets-get-tech-y-adding-page-breaks/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3e48e9a9-a3e4-c401-6000-c25e86718427 Sat, 20 Feb 2021 19:15:59 -0500 The next piece from our bulleted list of creating solid manuscript submissions (see the post here) to send to publishers is to put a page break between chapters (and everywhere that you need to start a new page). Fortunately, Microsoft Word makes this easy. First of all, here&#8217;s what not to do. DON&#8217;T get to [&#8230;] Writing & Editing For Gaming Course – Fall 2021 https://thomasrknight.com/writing-editing-for-gaming-course-fall-2021 Freelance Knight urn:uuid:d351062b-64ad-bf36-46d9-f3bc14c90ad7 Fri, 19 Feb 2021 05:30:00 -0500 Excited to announce that I will once again be teaching Writing &#38; Editing for Gaming during the Fall 2021 semester for the Professional Writing program at&#160;Taylor University. This will be my third time teaching the course (first time in 2017). Gratitudes https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/gratitudes.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9d59647f-f47e-690a-759a-3516f5912c0f Wed, 17 Feb 2021 22:50:46 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael and I are grateful for the Detamore Trail here in town which allows us to get some fresh air and exercise even on the coldest days of winter. We tried it on Sunday after he plowed it once.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Y_ZuuDBbM/YCwzmDcm9KI/AAAAAAAAaE4/_ZpfdKPX3CUQ44CP7oaPGFhEOREcl_-SwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1317/147927116_10101166961548116_4609614459793230573_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1317" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Y_ZuuDBbM/YCwzmDcm9KI/AAAAAAAAaE4/_ZpfdKPX3CUQ44CP7oaPGFhEOREcl_-SwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/147927116_10101166961548116_4609614459793230573_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 grateful for each Monday dinner Stephan prepares for "whosoever will". The group varies from time to time. We are ever faithful. The menu also holds delightful surprises, the fresh bread comes in different shapes and textures. The chai is the most consistent.</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/-j2KvCaoBEB4/YCwvUcVqsDI/AAAAAAAAaEs/EeCNfZdL2t0pSrX4NtlvVjpMPPzpwmkXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148456625_10101167860915776_1959197756651838269_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/-j2KvCaoBEB4/YCwvUcVqsDI/AAAAAAAAaEs/EeCNfZdL2t0pSrX4NtlvVjpMPPzpwmkXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/148456625_10101167860915776_1959197756651838269_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;">Michael added biscotti to his culinary experiments.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xTVgeoiJm8/YCwzb-8NGkI/AAAAAAAAaE0/eag-D13qZYsperOb3RmPsbEkJrobLj5-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151466322_10101171011891196_2502902160817244409_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/-1xTVgeoiJm8/YCwzb-8NGkI/AAAAAAAAaE0/eag-D13qZYsperOb3RmPsbEkJrobLj5-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151466322_10101171011891196_2502902160817244409_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our bird visitors entertain us daily. A special one came by to peck at the suet--a pileated woodpecker.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an1WopNJA98/YCwz-MKoh7I/AAAAAAAAaFE/09pFXKNbgwQ9v581tk_Tsjx5CbPvfWRvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151035647_10101171012245486_5469354212037372727_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/-an1WopNJA98/YCwz-MKoh7I/AAAAAAAAaFE/09pFXKNbgwQ9v581tk_Tsjx5CbPvfWRvACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151035647_10101171012245486_5469354212037372727_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesday, Rebecca was here for the Basics Jr. Bible lesson. We had a fun time, but no photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An opportunity to make up for that came the next day when Kayla called, "Matt broke his arm. Could you pick up Rebecca from school? I have to go to Parkview Regional Hospital in Fort Wayne."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylU5e2Ykgdc/YCw0YciaY6I/AAAAAAAAaFM/1_04PINeOEUaNTxZbHoe_0EOnrps8wxQACLcBGAsYHQ/s917/150947094_10101171011961056_4610128126774673954_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylU5e2Ykgdc/YCw0YciaY6I/AAAAAAAAaFM/1_04PINeOEUaNTxZbHoe_0EOnrps8wxQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/150947094_10101171011961056_4610128126774673954_n.jpg" /></a></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We decided to do some watercolor painting and try a new technique using a straw to blow and spread color around. Rebecca loves cats so this is what she painted. Do you see a smiling cat?</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/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZuoj-3jjgw/YC1C8diMi_I/AAAAAAAAaGc/gC6scRJFeJUkEj6tdzLlP6Grdz9K_MOtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151852776_10101171407024346_3865786625206226207_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="838" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZuoj-3jjgw/YC1C8diMi_I/AAAAAAAAaGc/gC6scRJFeJUkEj6tdzLlP6Grdz9K_MOtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151852776_10101171407024346_3865786625206226207_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayla sent a photo of Matt after surgery. We are so grateful for medical advances and resources that allowed the two broken bones in his forearm to be put back together. Considering what happened it is amazing he did not lose his part of his arm. I don't know if I can describe the accident accurately. He was repairing a forklift, one mast was in place when a second one slammed down on his left forearm.<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On my watercolor rainbow parrot, I reflected Matt's wound as a broken wing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="751" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD62PHAsKxg/YC1D3wliP4I/AAAAAAAAaGs/AIFg38NepGE41zpfQhP1d7fuZBIEVO-pQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151528217_10101171407054286_1414927785162841338_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt was admitted overnight, so Rebecca spent another afternoon and evening with us. She loves to play Splendor and is quite good for a six-year-old! Here she is pondering her next move.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd9ww-JxDWE/YCw1Y_Mj22I/AAAAAAAAaFs/MmMlmkly8Yg3K2de26HP7qARGP8QjaNHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151065767_10101171012210556_3515153574945467312_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd9ww-JxDWE/YCw1Y_Mj22I/AAAAAAAAaFs/MmMlmkly8Yg3K2de26HP7qARGP8QjaNHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151065767_10101171012210556_3515153574945467312_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was absorbed all week with memories I came across from the year 2000--a diary, letters, and photos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The three grandchildren we had at the time: Kayla (Rebecca's mom), Malachi (to be married in May!), and Skye (a Daddy himself now!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eD7z_hnUDc/YCw1zmLd5fI/AAAAAAAAaF0/uCtbaD6Og2oBNSwQ1K4ZMMX00rclziPoACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151065767_10101171012275426_5239222725425363507_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="960" height="323" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eD7z_hnUDc/YCw1zmLd5fI/AAAAAAAAaF0/uCtbaD6Og2oBNSwQ1K4ZMMX00rclziPoACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h323/151065767_10101171012275426_5239222725425363507_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;">I spent a lot of time writing a reflective summary of that difficult and eventful year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A surprise on Friday as I perused the March/April issue of the Good Old Days magazine. On page 52 the photo I submitted a long time ago! Some months ago, I received a letter to let me know when it would be published, I could not remember what I had sent!&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/-u5acBLxtDgM/YC1EEQh4VsI/AAAAAAAAaGw/Ti-zGgPEH_UZNQniL3bIri8V1dHYVNLVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2015/151061751_10101171405597206_1915894205334558965_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1310" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5acBLxtDgM/YC1EEQh4VsI/AAAAAAAAaGw/Ti-zGgPEH_UZNQniL3bIri8V1dHYVNLVQCLcBGAsYHQ/w416-h640/151061751_10101171405597206_1915894205334558965_o.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am grateful for all the memories, both good and bad, because they remind us of God's faithfulness!&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/XFozV3sGii4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> A Good Breakfast http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46160 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:da09daa3-580f-3025-6f5c-49a1c4803fbf Wed, 17 Feb 2021 08:38:46 -0500 Medical experts preach, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” I’m glad to comply. Unlike those who inexplicably avoid food all morning, I awake, ready to raid the kitchen. However, nutritionists and I cross forks here. Their idea of a good breakfast and mine don’t even try to get along. During winter, who [&#8230;] <p>Medical experts preach, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”</p> <p>I’m glad to comply. Unlike those who inexplicably avoid food all morning, I awake, ready to raid the kitchen. However, nutritionists and I cross forks here. Their idea of a good breakfast and mine don’t even try to get along.</p> <p>During winter, who wants to leave a cozy bed to face a slimy bowl of vitamin-fortified, fiber-rich wood chips?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210217-191013-Cheerios.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46162" width="582" height="384"/></figure></div> <p>In the “good old days,” Sugar Blasters or Corn Syrupies were considered positive sources of energy. Question: Who ever gave birth to children who didn’t possess enough energy? We parents and grandparents are the people who should pack in energy-generating foods. Cheese Danish or chocolate-cream-filled doughnuts present a sufficient alternative.</p> <p>My mother fixed hot breakfasts during winter: eggs; breakfast meat, when we could afford it; and unlimited toast dripping warm butter and jelly. Pancakes, stacked like records above a turntable. French toast, swimming in Mom’s homemade sugar syrup. “Fill ’em up’” comprised the key concept. She did, deliciously.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="154" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210217-p-pancake-640869_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46164"/></figure></div> <p>When we traveled, Dad decreed inexpensive breakfast as our main meal. Breakfast buffets had not yet made an appearance during the ’60s — which explains that period’s prosperity. Had they existed, my younger brother alone would have struck fear into the hearts of restaurant owners.</p> <p>We did impact one corner of the international market. Upon seeing his citrus groves stripped, our Mexican mission caretaker referred to us tree-climbing missionary kids as “<em>la plaga norteamericana</em>” (North American plague).</p> <p>I also savored tortillas baked over a community fire, spread with wild honey. Killjoy Mom worried that the cooks washed their hands maybe once a decade. I worried because the Mexican women, concerned about my skinny frame, attempted to make me eat raw egg.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210217-p-pickles-spain-2438345_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46165" width="583" height="463"/></figure></div> <p>Since then, I’ve encountered other global ideas of a “good breakfast.” Morning menus in England included: fried kidneys; baked beans on toast; and black pudding, consisting of oatmeal, pork, fried onions and pork blood. Russian immigrants my parents harbored preferred beet borscht and dill pickles.</p> <p>Breakfasts Dad concocted when Mom was sick — watery canned soup and last-of-the-loaf butter sandwiches — almost seem delectable.</p> <p>Decades later, when Mom suffered from dementia, Dad’s culinary skills improved. When I visited, I wolfed breakfasts of sausage, eggs, biscuits, and coffee strong enough to serve itself. My doctor would have run screaming, dragging me with her, at the sight. After days of these feasts — plus Dad’s dumping extra on my plate with the command, “Finish up! It’ll just go to waste!”— I almost craved my usual wood chips.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="281" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210217-p-eggfried-bacon-337526_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-46163"/></figure></div> <p>Not. Remembering such wonderful food and my parents’ I-love-you bickering — they now keep each other company in heaven — I loved that good breakfast.</p> <p>One of the best.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite breakfast?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Didn’t Start Too Well http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=46053 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:f0a0b9c3-5478-88f3-bf21-980db2de2ba2 Mon, 15 Feb 2021 08:29:53 -0500 O Lord, on our first date 50 years ago, he was so nervous, he ran two stop signs. I promptly hit the floor. Thank You for stepping in and making sure that date improved! Still, OMG, who would have thought then we’d be valentines for a lifetime? <p><strong>O Lord, on our first date 50 years ago, he was so nervous, he ran two stop signs. I promptly hit the floor. Thank You for stepping in and making sure that date improved! Still, OMG, who would have thought then we’d be valentines for a lifetime?</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="768" height="1024" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-SteveRachaelGazeboKiss-768x1024.jpg" alt="" data-id="46054" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46054" class="wp-image-46054" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-SteveRachaelGazeboKiss-768x1024.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-SteveRachaelGazeboKiss-225x300.jpg 225w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-SteveRachaelGazeboKiss-624x832.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-SteveRachaelGazeboKiss-rotated.jpg 1000w" sizes="(max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="400" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-Valentine.jpg" alt="" data-id="46055" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-Valentine.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=46055" class="wp-image-46055" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-Valentine.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210215-Valentine-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> The Meaning of Cleaning http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=45927 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:cdc8d840-4a58-6888-2ea6-0787ee313dbc Wed, 10 Feb 2021 08:51:28 -0500 Maybe a COVID-delayed optometric appointment had prevented me from seeing my office’s squalor. After all, I’d told a fellow pedestrian I was sorry for not maintaining a safe distance — only to realize I’d apologized to a mailbox. Legally blind, I also had hurdled growing piles in my office to reach the printer. What finally [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-MessyOffice.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45929" width="205" height="396"/></figure></div> <p>Maybe a COVID-delayed optometric appointment had prevented me from seeing my office’s squalor. After all, I’d told a fellow pedestrian I was sorry for not maintaining a safe distance — only to realize I’d apologized to a mailbox.</p> <p>Legally blind, I also had hurdled growing piles in my office to reach the printer.</p> <p>What finally inspired my cleaning turnabout? A check lost in the chaos.</p> <p>Rummaging through rubble, I did recover it.</p> <p>I saw carpet. It’s blue — who would have known? I even <em>(drumroll)</em> cleared my desk.</p> <p>Hubby thought he’d entered the wrong house.</p> <p>Of course, “clean” is a relative term. I know people who vacuum their garages — and probably their streets. For us, not only is “clean” defined differently, it belongs in separate languages.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-motorcycle-2619494_1280-small.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45930" width="568" height="378"/></figure></div> <p>For me, “clean” means piles have been boxed. It also implies my bookshelves no longer threaten to collapse, as <em>(sniff!)</em>, I gave books to Goodwill. Three.</p> <p>I follow a never-fail formula for dealing with UFOs — Unidentified Funky Objects. If it doesn’t erupt, tick or grow tentacles, I toss it into a closet or drawer.</p> <p>Instead of pushing neatnik perfection, my unique organization system accumulates points for varying degrees of success.</p> <p>I can shut a drawer or closet in which all items are current and in order. (100 points)</p> <p>Hey, it might happen. In Heaven.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="683" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45943" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-heavenly-4364897_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Highly unlikely, but possible: I can shut the drawer or closet containing items less than 30 years old. (50 points)</p> <p>I have actually scored these below:</p> <ul><li>I can shut the drawer without paying, conning, or blackmailing someone to help. (30 points)</li><li>I can almost shut the drawer. (20 points)</li><li>I can shut the drawer until it sticks halfway. Permanently. (10 points)</li><li>I couldn’t shut the drawer if I backed a tank against it. (1 point)</li></ul> <p>Some claim I should receive zero for that final effort. But I tried. Doesn’t that count for something?</p> <p>Using my system, I met my cleaning goal.</p> <p>Then came Christmas and a longed-for visit from my son and his young family. Bushels of Christmas gifts, boxes, wrappings and holiday survival chocolate migrated to my office, as did anything fragile. Heaps of trash, attracted to new clutter as if magnetized, also appeared. So did the books I thought I’d given to Goodwill.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-sreet-sweeper-cropped-corona-5123437_1920-617x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45946" width="290" height="482" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-sreet-sweeper-cropped-corona-5123437_1920-617x1024.jpg 617w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-sreet-sweeper-cropped-corona-5123437_1920-181x300.jpg 181w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-sreet-sweeper-cropped-corona-5123437_1920-624x1035.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210210-p-sreet-sweeper-cropped-corona-5123437_1920.jpg 694w" sizes="(max-width: 290px) 100vw, 290px" /></figure></div> <p>Now, the unthinkable lodges in my brain: if I don’t want to lose more checks, I should clean again.</p> <p>Twice within three months? I hyperventilate.</p> <p><em>Imagine how many points you’ll earn, </em>I tell myself.</p> <p>The system really does work.</p> <p>If my total reaches 10 points, I won’t have to clean the office for another year.</p> <p>And I won’t have to vacuum my street until 2099.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> How do you define clean?</p> Winter Joys https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/winter-joys.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c670ec14-4b4f-f6bb-95d8-7bbc74edee1d Tue, 09 Feb 2021 14:37:02 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCHRERFRLg/YCFac3POn5I/AAAAAAAAaCY/hL6woEzo7I8N82O7rbk8NgM5NGd1NZj9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148738713_10101166907755916_4331428578529975510_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/-dCCHRERFRLg/YCFac3POn5I/AAAAAAAAaCY/hL6woEzo7I8N82O7rbk8NgM5NGd1NZj9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/148738713_10101166907755916_4331428578529975510_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Snow set in this week and serious cold temperatures.</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/-FUuDzwZFeNY/YCFtxbr6rMI/AAAAAAAAaDg/WZ1Xx48iOogFJeXnwp-Cg0Mdzss5xMGsQCPcBGAsYHg/s1024/2014-01-09%2B16.29.10-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="1024" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUuDzwZFeNY/YCFtxbr6rMI/AAAAAAAAaDg/WZ1Xx48iOogFJeXnwp-Cg0Mdzss5xMGsQCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h239/2014-01-09%2B16.29.10-SNOW.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even so, Sunday afternoon we bundled up and hiked the Upland trail in 26 degree weather.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was challenging due to built up icy footprints. Later in the week Michael took the ATV and plowed a more even path.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G60U8E9R160/YCFpvFbYr7I/AAAAAAAAaCo/d9shn4sfXu8wMRNX2SxY2HREy2WLEAk1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/148134799_10101166962930346_7024141793364131681_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G60U8E9R160/YCFpvFbYr7I/AAAAAAAAaCo/d9shn4sfXu8wMRNX2SxY2HREy2WLEAk1ACLcBGAsYHQ/w310-h640/148134799_10101166962930346_7024141793364131681_o.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was our 51st wedding anniversary! It was a quiet day as we had already had a special getaway earlier in the week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple days ago, I came across a summary written years ago that can be so helpful to explain our love story.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5P_qU5pHikM/YCFyiz4cAxI/AAAAAAAAaD4/s9n68ckFbRgF0nyhdHerkVe9yHlZZK2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/147788597_10101166989881336_2240124165498781106_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1080" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5P_qU5pHikM/YCFyiz4cAxI/AAAAAAAAaD4/s9n68ckFbRgF0nyhdHerkVe9yHlZZK2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h450/147788597_10101166989881336_2240124165498781106_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like to have a reminder of what we look like each year. Photo credits go to our resident students. Do you have a favorite?&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/--17KYDzr1wY/YCFk9PX4BqI/AAAAAAAAaCg/5Ke5vuT9zS8UK22HSfHJsenVI66ySqC1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148264482_10101166945674926_2416854952287309666_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--17KYDzr1wY/YCFk9PX4BqI/AAAAAAAAaCg/5Ke5vuT9zS8UK22HSfHJsenVI66ySqC1wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/148264482_10101166945674926_2416854952287309666_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;">That evening the girls arrived back from their short break between J-term and Spring semester, and treated us to homemade pizza and tapioca pudding for our special day.</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/-yh2awMRN78I/YCFr2_vYtGI/AAAAAAAAaCw/A7aeFKfspzUJfmZXytO4fa5T5cJG_A62wCLcBGAsYHQ/s826/147800925_10101166964861476_8294302289196563881_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="826" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh2awMRN78I/YCFr2_vYtGI/AAAAAAAAaCw/A7aeFKfspzUJfmZXytO4fa5T5cJG_A62wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/147800925_10101166964861476_8294302289196563881_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;">Sadly, I wasn't up early enough to get a "First Day of the Semester" photo of our two seniors, nor did I remember to get a photo memory of Monday Night Dinner. Moriah was able to join us this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, however, I did record a few of the fun moments with Rebecca. We had hoped to build a "snow-girl" but the conditions were not right. Instead we enjoyed a tromp through the woods and drawing in the snow.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmDfNtSvUqk/YCFsAslfw3I/AAAAAAAAaC0/LvgZaavGr_MswxxY2OHZAHf47dbt01VQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/147799030_10101166945625026_4223701009599597260_n.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/-dmDfNtSvUqk/YCFsAslfw3I/AAAAAAAAaC0/LvgZaavGr_MswxxY2OHZAHf47dbt01VQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/147799030_10101166945625026_4223701009599597260_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;">Wednesday, February 3, I came across photos of my recently-widowed friend's wedding. I forwarded the memories to her before noticing the date--it was what would have been their 31st anniversary!</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/-nkGRUzmseTA/YCFsNhzynnI/AAAAAAAAaC8/Bma0WtOTgEoFrsFlgpu-3dqygyd9XaYhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148625813_10101166907855716_5396161370822997086_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="632" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkGRUzmseTA/YCFsNhzynnI/AAAAAAAAaC8/Bma0WtOTgEoFrsFlgpu-3dqygyd9XaYhACLcBGAsYHQ/w264-h400/148625813_10101166907855716_5396161370822997086_n.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, February 4, was Leah's 48th birthday. We went out to lunch, and I forgot to take a picture, again! Perhaps that is indicative of our good time with no thought to interrupt it with a camera.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah's dear friend Amy from Doulos days, posted a sweet memory. I love the expressions on their faces. The occasion was Trevor and Manoli's wedding (from Australia and Spain respectively). Leah is wearing the flower girl outfit I made.</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/-7LosGfzOobI/YCFs1h1YehI/AAAAAAAAaDI/LapDybIDmF8pyqN1ErOL93hNz5qgmgYfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s828/148561343_10101166909257906_7809174976597579617_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LosGfzOobI/YCFs1h1YehI/AAAAAAAAaDI/LapDybIDmF8pyqN1ErOL93hNz5qgmgYfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/148561343_10101166909257906_7809174976597579617_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our family has had many and varied adventures, indeed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Michael has played many different roles over the years. Here is one of the latest--performing surgery on Kendra's foot, ha! Actually just puncturing a blister to ease the discomfort as she runs and prepares for a marathon. He also draws from his own marathon experiences to coach her. (BTW, the drama was faked. She is a film major after all!)&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/-4UPqQMdQNy0/YCFtSWzGnrI/AAAAAAAAaDQ/q-qHBBcwFxkcdKbLes-kCJ5rtGGTfQ0kACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148235669_10101166907890646_6390764473193618626_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/-4UPqQMdQNy0/YCFtSWzGnrI/AAAAAAAAaDQ/q-qHBBcwFxkcdKbLes-kCJ5rtGGTfQ0kACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/148235669_10101166907890646_6390764473193618626_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday's highlight was the annual birthday shopping trip with grandson Elijah (16). I enjoyed it all the more because he drove.&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/-E2VKr5qoYxg/YCFth7tIMrI/AAAAAAAAaDc/lqous71SCWQKvk9dVpRncw2aqEixE2gngCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148161286_10101166909138146_8015641073764257179_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="960" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2VKr5qoYxg/YCFth7tIMrI/AAAAAAAAaDc/lqous71SCWQKvk9dVpRncw2aqEixE2gngCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h344/148161286_10101166909138146_8015641073764257179_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;">It was great fun to visit with the rest of the family and have a tour of the house to see the many changes and improvements.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jude was eager to show off his latest Tinker Crate Water Fountain. Amazing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I met the pets, Charlie and Todd!</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/--wGy8fEBJi4/YCFuFeGItdI/AAAAAAAAaDw/KPi96Sxa0Cgn-URDXW9f0y3pj68UTEuFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/148045161_10101166951902446_6203169507845087147_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wGy8fEBJi4/YCFuFeGItdI/AAAAAAAAaDw/KPi96Sxa0Cgn-URDXW9f0y3pj68UTEuFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/148045161_10101166951902446_6203169507845087147_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: left;">Here's what Stephan was up to this week--an ice carving demo for an Amish Market in Ohio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWCSCCq4zOc/YCLhpZ57XlI/AAAAAAAAaEA/1zv0l02Km6wEqWsKJlwNfteNiQ_lXNmRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/147824762_10101166945714846_3614167407507013937_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWCSCCq4zOc/YCLhpZ57XlI/AAAAAAAAaEA/1zv0l02Km6wEqWsKJlwNfteNiQ_lXNmRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h640/147824762_10101166945714846_3614167407507013937_n.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What do you enjoy about Winter Wonderland?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/neI-C8C-1HQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Is Heaven Tropical? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=45817 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:dbfa203a-8afb-ef18-f666-95b6e0e184fb Mon, 08 Feb 2021 09:10:50 -0500 O Jesus, Even though I’m allergic to bathing suits, I love Your beaches with palm trees doing their tropical dance. But, cabin fever notwithstanding, OMG, I hope Your heaven includes one winter planet swathed in Your magnificent snow. <p><strong>O Jesus, Even though I’m allergic to bathing suits, I love Your beaches with palm trees doing their tropical dance. But, cabin fever notwithstanding, OMG, I hope Your heaven includes one winter planet swathed in Your magnificent snow.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="225" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/201014-Florida1-20-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="45821" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=45821" class="wp-image-45821"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="391" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210208-snow-angel-small-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="45822" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210208-snow-angel-small-1.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=45822" class="wp-image-45822" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210208-snow-angel-small-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210208-snow-angel-small-1-230x300.jpg 230w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li></ul></figure> Blind Married to the Blind http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=45696 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:78c33341-fe46-7048-dcb9-dca1d7aba594 Wed, 03 Feb 2021 08:44:24 -0500 My husband and I share a history of nearsightedness. When asked to identify letters on the blackboard, I said, “What letters?” Steve said, “What blackboard?” With eyeglasses, though, my physician spouse recognizes germs a mile away. However, he cannot see a kitchen range. Returning from an evening away, I find dishes symmetrically loaded in the [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-p-abc-chalkboard-148589_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-45699" width="514" height="260"/></figure></div> <p>My husband and I share a history of nearsightedness.</p> <p>When asked to identify letters on the blackboard, I said, “What letters?”</p> <p>Steve said, “What blackboard?”</p> <p>With eyeglasses, though, my physician spouse recognizes germs a mile away. However, he cannot see a kitchen range. Returning from an evening away, I find dishes symmetrically loaded in the dishwasher, kitchen gadgets polished — and spaghetti-encrusted pans on the tomato-y stove.</p> <p>“Oh … I didn’t see those.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-p-neon-sign-904100_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45705" width="328" height="223" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-p-neon-sign-904100_1280.jpg 390w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-p-neon-sign-904100_1280-300x204.jpg 300w" sizes="(max-width: 328px) 100vw, 328px" /></figure></div> <p>Neither can he see leftovers unless placed on the fridge’s top shelf. Even if I attached a neon sign to food elsewhere, he’d microwave a frozen dinner or starve.</p> <p>I, too, have blind spots. I can’t see fissures in his 30-year-old lunch Tupperware<sup>®</sup> containers. They were guaranteed for life. Therefore, cracks do not exist. Just eat the bologna sandwich, okay?</p> <p>A friend insisted I replace the blackened wooden spoon my kid lit during a power outage.</p> <p>I shrugged. “Why? It still works.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-Dry-Plant.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45698" width="380" height="285"/></figure></div> <p>Our challenged vision extends beyond the kitchen. He declares I never notice a sick computer’s symptoms until I bring it, clasping a lily, to him to fix.</p> <p><em>He</em> should talk about lilies? In my absence, Hubby doesn’t see thirsty plants, even when they email him photos of Death Valley.</p> <p>Heaven help our finances if I leave the checkbook in my bag.</p> <p>Hubby growls, “Which purse?” He wants a GPS reading.</p> <p>I growl back, “Front closet, second shelf, tan purse with black trim, largest zippered pocket inside—”</p> <p>“This bag?”</p> <p>I roll my eyes. “That’s <em>black</em> with <em>tan</em> trim.”</p> <p>Eventually he locates it. “I still don’t see the checkbook.”</p> <p>“You’re blind. The checkbook’s in there.”</p> <p>At the word “there,” his nearsighted eyes widen in terror.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-p-truck-2663163_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45700" width="330" height="220"/></figure></div> <p>Hubby associates it with minor interstate-related incidents. When he’s driving 70, and I say, “Go there” — to the exit across six lanes of traffic to the station with the cheapest gas or the last of Nevada’s two rest areas, he doesn’t see it.</p> <p>But he insists I deny the existence of semitrailers.</p> <p>Ha! As if, with his lousy eyesight, he would know.</p> <p>Besides, I find denial very comforting.</p> <p>I admit, though, that though Hubby never sees dirty pans, checkbooks or cheap gas, he can spot labels poking out of my clothes from Chicago.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="366" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-used-180917-Steve-Rachael-Graduation0001.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-45701" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-used-180917-Steve-Rachael-Graduation0001.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/210203-used-180917-Steve-Rachael-Graduation0001-246x300.jpg 246w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></div> <p>You would think he’d also mention wrinkles and poundage on my face and frame. But he doesn’t.</p> <p>I still see the twinkling blue eyes and cute grin of the boy I dated in high school.</p> <p>Neither of us can read phone books or decipher teeny-tiny scores on TV screens. But when it comes to each other, we have perfect vision.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you and your spouse blind?</p> End of Month One 2021 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/end-of-month-one-2021.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6ad48a0a-4af5-1911-2b7b-e7070d1ebabf Tue, 02 Feb 2021 13:25:04 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bouquet Michael brought home midweek is lasting longer than I expected. Not so this first month of 2021!</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/-AHs0sEGWdAY/YBhGdrqz-lI/AAAAAAAAZ_0/Rs6EXtkTR-oBeu0dWEmrD66681GBnR-AgCLcBGAsYHQ/s810/145099051_10101163336926886_4103111834515772149_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="702" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHs0sEGWdAY/YBhGdrqz-lI/AAAAAAAAZ_0/Rs6EXtkTR-oBeu0dWEmrD66681GBnR-AgCLcBGAsYHQ/w277-h320/145099051_10101163336926886_4103111834515772149_n.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The last week in January started with Sunday services - always uplifting; a challenging afternoon hike through the woods; and an evening of cooking and baking. The girls took turns working with Michael to make their specialties or join in his inventions.</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/-JLfKSLKL1Yc/YBhG0rA5WXI/AAAAAAAAaAA/coq3iwz_8_Ep0-MshFzQ1GsbDu1-LgvZACLcBGAsYHQ/s909/142571211_10101157825287256_6088110357734611518_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="909" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLfKSLKL1Yc/YBhG0rA5WXI/AAAAAAAAaAA/coq3iwz_8_Ep0-MshFzQ1GsbDu1-LgvZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142571211_10101157825287256_6088110357734611518_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;">Kendra's "Cambodian Ramen Noodles" and her family specialty "Forgotten Cookies"</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/-nZ2x1GIc27M/YBhG73UKP1I/AAAAAAAAaAE/gT6grdJ8_8IjClQulRT84zNhOeIbt626QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145047771_10101163297895106_2122577093790870503_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ2x1GIc27M/YBhG73UKP1I/AAAAAAAAaAE/gT6grdJ8_8IjClQulRT84zNhOeIbt626QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/145047771_10101163297895106_2122577093790870503_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 and Moriah's "Berries and Pudding" pies</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T02pX_yMWgc/YBhG75Q042I/AAAAAAAAaAI/oI_0H4cwyYUU6MH1WpUywfk-6-d1aghGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145395344_10101163297954986_8451211376315941518_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T02pX_yMWgc/YBhG75Q042I/AAAAAAAAaAI/oI_0H4cwyYUU6MH1WpUywfk-6-d1aghGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/145395344_10101163297954986_8451211376315941518_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics program is in full swing, though very different from other years--fewer students, reduced meeting times, same robot undergoing improvements, and no official FIRST events. The few faithful students seem to be learning and enjoying the experience.</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/-bUsznAEbLxI/YBhHYstEsyI/AAAAAAAAaAU/6jy8NGeYpFsb5OjKqoJguBr-Efrwkba3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145457167_10101163337485766_6613749595371235350_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="716" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUsznAEbLxI/YBhHYstEsyI/AAAAAAAAaAU/6jy8NGeYpFsb5OjKqoJguBr-Efrwkba3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w299-h400/145457167_10101163337485766_6613749595371235350_n.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has spent many hours at the shop preparing, making parts, repairing equipment, and assisting Moriah. The J-term senior project class required her to put in 40 hours a week. Her experience and skills were best utilized welding sections of the huge structure they are building. She spent many hours and days in the cold building adjacent to the PhyXTGears shop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5v2slMeihs/YBhKT3tQTlI/AAAAAAAAaBY/D3N8CS0QLDMRp14y7kL6SI8obMhvEyfpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/144464094_10101163350619446_664266304797697719_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5v2slMeihs/YBhKT3tQTlI/AAAAAAAAaBY/D3N8CS0QLDMRp14y7kL6SI8obMhvEyfpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w310-h640/144464094_10101163350619446_664266304797697719_o.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca was here one afternoon and I experimented on her to learn how to use the very clever turtle hair piece Michael made me for Christmas. (Some of you may know that I have a turtle collection.)</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/-DUZGhi9jE80/YBhHmlaLKXI/AAAAAAAAaAY/1yAbe99z6ds5GnYoZ_S-y5DyuKecdxeCwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145213918_10101163337695346_1287422919477755062_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/-DUZGhi9jE80/YBhHmlaLKXI/AAAAAAAAaAY/1yAbe99z6ds5GnYoZ_S-y5DyuKecdxeCwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/145213918_10101163337695346_1287422919477755062_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, how do you like this hair piece? New Week, New Beginnings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/new-week-new-beginnings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:269ab283-6a9b-c8a9-06f5-e6b68c21d84b Tue, 26 Jan 2021 12:34:50 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A favorite photo surfaced this week, especially because of the caption: "It's a wonderful day to break ground." Stephan and Karen's loooong-awaited building project has begun!</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/-cMqArmAu2Y4/YBA3eMYqfKI/AAAAAAAAZ9Y/3Giek2JPoFIvh2cMfd6Fx1KLsxne40ragCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/143092039_10101157825965896_6185630472428842704_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/-cMqArmAu2Y4/YBA3eMYqfKI/AAAAAAAAZ9Y/3Giek2JPoFIvh2cMfd6Fx1KLsxne40ragCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/143092039_10101157825965896_6185630472428842704_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 long process also began this week. Leah was pronounced cancer free last week and began taking a very strong medication this Monday. It is a long term treatment meant to prevent recurrence by 25%. She and Jimmy had a teaching session with the oncologist to learn how to handle it. Leah's notes explain how the drug works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE1Q-hdAJXA/YBA3zYmElWI/AAAAAAAAZ9g/wM24delFdOMdejVvbyWUcQvffFoRUuq6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142576044_10101157826539746_4164277237648701627_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/-QE1Q-hdAJXA/YBA3zYmElWI/AAAAAAAAZ9g/wM24delFdOMdejVvbyWUcQvffFoRUuq6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142576044_10101157826539746_4164277237648701627_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday also marked another beginning. My dearest Argentine friend's husband passed away. I love the photo I received of Aldo holding a friend's granddaughter and his beautiful smile. I wrote about my friend Mirtha <a href="https://www.facebook.com/meemawrita/posts/536791196984750">here</a>. Her grief became almost unbearable by the fact that she was not allowed to see him the last ten days when he was hospitalized. Unable to communicate directly with my friend was heavy for 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/-2IjlAR-hry0/YBA4EWFZTTI/AAAAAAAAZ9s/5gTeR2w9sa49tI5hnNPvuCpWCDFbOzVEACLcBGAsYHQ/s933/142669319_10101157826065696_4480199893118509805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="644" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IjlAR-hry0/YBA4EWFZTTI/AAAAAAAAZ9s/5gTeR2w9sa49tI5hnNPvuCpWCDFbOzVEACLcBGAsYHQ/w276-h400/142669319_10101157826065696_4480199893118509805_n.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A bright spot for me was to share Tuesday afternoon with my own greatgranddaughter. Rebecca and I watched the Basics Jr. video telling the story of Jesus' interaction with a woman who was unloved and hated, and His offer of living water to quench her soul thirst and continually satisfy her longings. Amazing love! We tried to make a well, a jug, and people out of Play-Doh.</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/-BibKTfgD4wI/YBA4QVTtujI/AAAAAAAAZ90/o6gf_eu8f_cDdibwetUUAifPfih-PMHGACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/143032441_10101157826479866_29035963500559167_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/-BibKTfgD4wI/YBA4QVTtujI/AAAAAAAAZ90/o6gf_eu8f_cDdibwetUUAifPfih-PMHGACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/143032441_10101157826479866_29035963500559167_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael found yet another place for us to hike--the Wilderness Park in Hartford City. We explored it Wednesday afternoon.</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/-XpISvge-vCY/YBA4kuc5AmI/AAAAAAAAZ98/uWHV4zAHmtYapK41uUiKbKaUzYlIrjLBACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142676221_10101157826370086_5538189374090905278_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/-XpISvge-vCY/YBA4kuc5AmI/AAAAAAAAZ98/uWHV4zAHmtYapK41uUiKbKaUzYlIrjLBACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/142676221_10101157826370086_5538189374090905278_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 were ready and hungry for Kendra's promised treat--a Cambodian meal, coconut curry over rice. Yum!</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/-z8WQSWf9sN0/YBA4qHiRrfI/AAAAAAAAZ-A/RwzvI-boSAcDJ9Mo8crkJoDIYMquVzQDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142571335_10101157826320186_3561807764108037522_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/-z8WQSWf9sN0/YBA4qHiRrfI/AAAAAAAAZ-A/RwzvI-boSAcDJ9Mo8crkJoDIYMquVzQDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142571335_10101157826320186_3561807764108037522_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael still likes to ride his bike if time and weather allow. Thursday afternoon was one of those opportunities. I was interested to notice from the jersey he wore, that we had done the Hilly Hundred event in Southern Indiana back in 2001, probably the first of several.</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/-ED9M0-k-coU/YBA6WRnzkWI/AAAAAAAAZ-U/CFcRSfFk6zAGAYUrkf-Bg-t9xGmdYzDbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142797933_10101158882279036_1788350724868641507_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ED9M0-k-coU/YBA6WRnzkWI/AAAAAAAAZ-U/CFcRSfFk6zAGAYUrkf-Bg-t9xGmdYzDbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142797933_10101158882279036_1788350724868641507_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I really wanted to know, I could consult our many Meemaw Moments books to find out the total number. Years ago I replaced the annual albums with hard copies of my blog. This week the 2019 and 2020 volumes arrived. I had missed ordering one last year, so jumped at the opportunity of an almost two for one deal early in January.</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/-747AXQ6JXK0/YBBKMqKonZI/AAAAAAAAZ-s/MJMHZ4E3mZceg3JD67GubLKYuOIv2yHNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142813019_10101157826414996_1381755100428797250_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="960" height="250" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-747AXQ6JXK0/YBBKMqKonZI/AAAAAAAAZ-s/MJMHZ4E3mZceg3JD67GubLKYuOIv2yHNgCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h250/142813019_10101157826414996_1381755100428797250_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning, I volunteered at Helping Hand. I always come away with a few special finds. Among other things I found two pairs of shoes for this little guy, a great excuse to stop by for a visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had fun banging on the overturned hamper like a drum. And he walked to me and smiled a whole lot. An added bonus was as I was kneeling on the floor and Ruff the big dog sat next to me and gently put his paw on my shoulder!</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/-mZrtnnLxqRU/YBA6iRbQ4lI/AAAAAAAAZ-Y/l-IBOCO-lIw19S622v-M5xc3MJ8p1vUwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142602133_10101157825491846_5286949448284954453_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/-mZrtnnLxqRU/YBA6iRbQ4lI/AAAAAAAAZ-Y/l-IBOCO-lIw19S622v-M5xc3MJ8p1vUwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142602133_10101157825491846_5286949448284954453_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The day ended with a painting event for the "We Live In The Same House" group, as our chat line is called. It was a Taylor Coffee and Canvas deal that the girls picked up for our evening entertainment as a "family."&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/-TloLBV_qSKQ/YBA6qiQGKxI/AAAAAAAAZ-g/8Z51vb2Uw_Mqty7A_2oYpSD9O89qF0UoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142942338_10101157825357116_8293886792065884610_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="960" height="388" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TloLBV_qSKQ/YBA6qiQGKxI/AAAAAAAAZ-g/8Z51vb2Uw_Mqty7A_2oYpSD9O89qF0UoQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h388/142942338_10101157825357116_8293886792065884610_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 followed a tutorial, supposedly for beginners, with varied results. A very enjoyable experience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the fun and serious expressions.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGIpfVV8GWQ/YBBQ3VqRJUI/AAAAAAAAZ-0/Xl9GE-Jw7MY_NdDdOfsAkerHjy-NwDQ8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/142906785_10101157820891066_7360885009184438138_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGIpfVV8GWQ/YBBQ3VqRJUI/AAAAAAAAZ-0/Xl9GE-Jw7MY_NdDdOfsAkerHjy-NwDQ8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142906785_10101157820891066_7360885009184438138_o.jpg" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgH3uT4oT7Q/YBBQ3f6wtoI/AAAAAAAAZ-4/2dD7mv3uOIYAivRsIuCYb-mkGdS8Sr8EwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/142555323_10101157817393076_3445888930110299900_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgH3uT4oT7Q/YBBQ3f6wtoI/AAAAAAAAZ-4/2dD7mv3uOIYAivRsIuCYb-mkGdS8Sr8EwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142555323_10101157817393076_3445888930110299900_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And that was the end of January full-week # 3.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/S18T1oTfpWg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Removing Double Spaces between Sentences https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/01/24/lets-get-tech-y-removing-double-spaces-between-sentences/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3da2a2e9-a932-1867-0c38-b81127f88e0f Sun, 24 Jan 2021 18:37:54 -0500 It&#8217;s a difficult habit to break. If you learned to type on a typewriter (as I did), you were taught to put a double space between sentences. Now, however, that&#8217;s incorrect and will be problematic when you send in that submission. Editors expect that you won&#8217;t do this. Why did we (ahem, old folks) learn [&#8230;] Keeping on keeping on https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/keeping-on-keeping-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6eb56b31-0dd7-24d3-03e4-c936e8759852 Wed, 20 Jan 2021 11:56:06 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We've had occasional snow flurries or snowfalls, not much not long lasting.</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/-cisW1XIHTtA/YAcLFRzr8pI/AAAAAAAAZ7I/JTRRkLwdAxsB_gS_-53_I3fZujL8XjRPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/56178676_10100744536526246_9015183865232228352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cisW1XIHTtA/YAcLFRzr8pI/AAAAAAAAZ7I/JTRRkLwdAxsB_gS_-53_I3fZujL8XjRPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/56178676_10100744536526246_9015183865232228352_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hiking opportunities continue unhindered by the weather. We enjoy trying different views and challenges. One day we went back to the Bloodroot Trail and another time tried a new access point to the Cross Country trail.</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/-ie7-Dx8I3IE/YAcMc9Bi7pI/AAAAAAAAZ7Q/1XyJnuLUKLsFAroH0azcZuM8LWyafKJ1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139835906_10101150424992506_2299513223867619823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ie7-Dx8I3IE/YAcMc9Bi7pI/AAAAAAAAZ7Q/1XyJnuLUKLsFAroH0azcZuM8LWyafKJ1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139835906_10101150424992506_2299513223867619823_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 look forward to meeting times with my neighbor friend Petey. This week their granddaughter was staying with them, so at the end of our breakfast outing, Jim and Edna came to pick up Nana and I got this sweet photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKAZrAK-ZJA/YAcM5-BpUUI/AAAAAAAAZ7g/2s2f0HCQVqgbRjSF72MaMY_nCNjwRZQugCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140030462_10101150425062366_7632860081495238202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="721" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKAZrAK-ZJA/YAcM5-BpUUI/AAAAAAAAZ7g/2s2f0HCQVqgbRjSF72MaMY_nCNjwRZQugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140030462_10101150425062366_7632860081495238202_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another time I look forward to every week is with our great granddaughter Rebecca. She and I watch the Basics Bible story video, work with Play-Doh, color together, and then call Emily, her leader.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week, instead of Kayla picking Rebecca up here after her day at the library, we met at Elijah's birthday party here in Upland at Wandering Wheels (under new ownership, don't know if it has a different name).&nbsp; All enjoyed the swimming pool, but Rebecca didn't wander far in nor get involved in the games.<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/-pQ9Kq-e9jy4/YAcN6Qv4P1I/AAAAAAAAZ8U/pduXK8ixh6slkkZHu5a_AEfkFSQcTDtFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139833848_10101150423964566_340503907250653155_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ9Kq-e9jy4/YAcN6Qv4P1I/AAAAAAAAZ8U/pduXK8ixh6slkkZHu5a_AEfkFSQcTDtFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139833848_10101150423964566_340503907250653155_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvMGXOWcrs/YAcN6ReWClI/AAAAAAAAZ8Q/04M6vm3WztsjFmdQ2XR12kXLeNAz-FMcACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140047612_10101150423889716_5134605974015224501_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvMGXOWcrs/YAcN6ReWClI/AAAAAAAAZ8Q/04M6vm3WztsjFmdQ2XR12kXLeNAz-FMcACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140047612_10101150423889716_5134605974015224501_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were interesting displays about the room representing Elijah throughout his 16 years. Notice the favorite funniest photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2aGagsoiGg/YAcNEoxnrNI/AAAAAAAAZ7k/D7Nt8OohOW4tf-3PA0xjYATACysc-8vmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140309779_10101150423779936_7036143945242558566_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2aGagsoiGg/YAcNEoxnrNI/AAAAAAAAZ7k/D7Nt8OohOW4tf-3PA0xjYATACysc-8vmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140309779_10101150423779936_7036143945242558566_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;">Over the weekend, our kitchen was turned into a biology lab as Kendra completed the last five labs of the online biology course she started over Christmas break. She stuck with it in marathon-fashion, another module and the exam the next day. Now she can focus on the courses for her major.</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/-xdwdTaNOBog/YAcNc_MuU4I/AAAAAAAAZ70/w1J9OK0U6AYQirUTJytDx66GFym1TfAZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139797733_10101150421938626_7765443563086397397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdwdTaNOBog/YAcNc_MuU4I/AAAAAAAAZ70/w1J9OK0U6AYQirUTJytDx66GFym1TfAZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139797733_10101150421938626_7765443563086397397_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;">She did take a break Sunday to go to church, and eat, of course. We had invited a friend for dinner. Both went down to the pottery room and chose one of&nbsp; Michael's recently thrown and glazed Upland mugs.&nbsp;&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/-RP-qUeP2I80/YAcNqaN04KI/AAAAAAAAZ78/AHqZFUj6H7QyyuuB2o6VF0ebW80ZTQDIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139800718_10101150421863776_2052508712601701861_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/-RP-qUeP2I80/YAcNqaN04KI/AAAAAAAAZ78/AHqZFUj6H7QyyuuB2o6VF0ebW80ZTQDIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139800718_10101150421863776_2052508712601701861_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1-f-VjOnKY/YAcNqcDBIJI/AAAAAAAAZ8A/7ixbi9PQ0IsR-1fcMs2i6ZPoX8p6K0L2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139934699_10101150421903696_200863233127636424_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/-B1-f-VjOnKY/YAcNqcDBIJI/AAAAAAAAZ8A/7ixbi9PQ0IsR-1fcMs2i6ZPoX8p6K0L2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139934699_10101150421903696_200863233127636424_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of Kendra's major. . . we were able to view some of her films, including the Redeye produced last week which ended with scenes on our porch. Here are a couple of the frames.</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/-XUKwfTFNv-Q/YAhahZHuP9I/AAAAAAAAZ8o/7UnD-3rHWYwwGREXGgDATwXL9T5762gFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140705298_10101151702951466_787571981808461008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="827" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUKwfTFNv-Q/YAhahZHuP9I/AAAAAAAAZ8o/7UnD-3rHWYwwGREXGgDATwXL9T5762gFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140705298_10101151702951466_787571981808461008_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIbZoQaBeTM/YAhahWW1V7I/AAAAAAAAZ8s/G_ZX5RuyoDIhxXz5iwdAu_QT8UAACXWowCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140715498_10101151702996376_4415191173413171019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIbZoQaBeTM/YAhahWW1V7I/AAAAAAAAZ8s/G_ZX5RuyoDIhxXz5iwdAu_QT8UAACXWowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140715498_10101151702996376_4415191173413171019_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;">Sadly, Moriah was exposed to the virus so is quarantining away from Taylor and us for a few days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among the pics and memories that surface on Facebook was this special photo of the professors I worked for as secretary years ago. Three of them are no longer with us, others have retired or moved elsewhere. Only one remains in the BSCP (Biblical Studies, Christian Ministries and Philosophy) department.&nbsp;</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_JqRb2i8pk/YAcO8pS33VI/AAAAAAAAZ8g/pHtURfoVOhUYCCMqxTKFSDsiUXCHm-ONwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139903042_10101150425147196_7232876504333868315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_JqRb2i8pk/YAcO8pS33VI/AAAAAAAAZ8g/pHtURfoVOhUYCCMqxTKFSDsiUXCHm-ONwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/139903042_10101150425147196_7232876504333868315_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xMWkgXRVEqo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Epiphany https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/epiphany.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fc2ff62a-fbbe-7e75-0f9a-16ef3aeeae85 Tue, 12 Jan 2021 15:04:30 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">We usually keep the Christmas decorations up until January 6 (Epiphany,&nbsp;</span><i style="text-align: left;">Día&nbsp;de Reyes, </i><span style="text-align: left;">Three Kings Day). The tree still stands, but ornaments are gone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cqs7m78xOA/X_x83ke3-HI/AAAAAAAAZ4s/_cUQxgMa18Eu9U-HwkpL4L95tfC0m0BjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138167226_10101147375857996_5030094549848230396_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/-9Cqs7m78xOA/X_x83ke3-HI/AAAAAAAAZ4s/_cUQxgMa18Eu9U-HwkpL4L95tfC0m0BjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138167226_10101147375857996_5030094549848230396_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The root meaning of Epiphany is "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;">an experience of a sudden and striking realization." It proved true as we watched the events of the day unfold in our nation's capital.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;">Not sudden or surprising, was the start of another J-term for the two students now living with us. Here is Kendra's first-day-of-school photo as she eats a quick breakfast. Moriah was out the door already, so no picture.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQdT5VqA-Yg/X_38oWtfLlI/AAAAAAAAZ6c/AaHM-qv-wY4MRKIdN5Z1Go3f0OiZG5-fgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138460054_10101147375992726_5821787594755357260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="748" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQdT5VqA-Yg/X_38oWtfLlI/AAAAAAAAZ6c/AaHM-qv-wY4MRKIdN5Z1Go3f0OiZG5-fgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138460054_10101147375992726_5821787594755357260_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Other than the lively excitement that the two young women add to our household, our routines are fairly normal. Michael is very intentional about exercise. Can you see him on his bike?</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/-cLn8Y-L2M2k/X_x9S5afoNI/AAAAAAAAZ5A/hRmBvU9xmM0Wk7rBiDP0FJ2GHSLg7lQYACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138190536_10101147375957796_1180362442091012457_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="960" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLn8Y-L2M2k/X_x9S5afoNI/AAAAAAAAZ5A/hRmBvU9xmM0Wk7rBiDP0FJ2GHSLg7lQYACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h296/138190536_10101147375957796_1180362442091012457_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;">We've enjoyed hiking together a few times this week.&nbsp; I am grateful for the "push" I needed to get out and walk. Michael is thankful that he is pain free. There was a time he could not walk very far without feeling it in hip and leg.</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/-QujUZQx7h5g/X_x9htcBpBI/AAAAAAAAZ5M/gCxGY0ShJHQnTHv6pPjYhDXVH_FRdF31wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138554866_10101147375483746_8588728059255331658_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QujUZQx7h5g/X_x9htcBpBI/AAAAAAAAZ5M/gCxGY0ShJHQnTHv6pPjYhDXVH_FRdF31wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138554866_10101147375483746_8588728059255331658_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efCdsb8TJEc/X_yoyYBBe7I/AAAAAAAAZ58/E4DfE-uFIWk_lzzWphxH4ebZCBHXnCyaACLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/137074764_875946546495556_2734070742333663413_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="976" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efCdsb8TJEc/X_yoyYBBe7I/AAAAAAAAZ58/E4DfE-uFIWk_lzzWphxH4ebZCBHXnCyaACLcBGAsYHQ/w155-h320/137074764_875946546495556_2734070742333663413_n.jpg" width="155" /></a></div>A&nbsp; snowman on the TU Cross Country trail? Someone's been here before us!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We continue to exercise our brain with a game or two every night. However, Moriah gave us the Cities Expansion to Splendor for added variations.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zasZiJe9Ku8/X_x9a_hIzFI/AAAAAAAAZ5I/b3JQcEsbmvU7vpPmRnjmfnFQXBiU1T19wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/136133277_1102845173469955_7976760083324955354_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zasZiJe9Ku8/X_x9a_hIzFI/AAAAAAAAZ5I/b3JQcEsbmvU7vpPmRnjmfnFQXBiU1T19wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136133277_1102845173469955_7976760083324955354_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday night was an exciting event for Kendra. As a film major, she was directing one of the seven groups that had to produce a five-minute film in 24 hours. The event is called the "Red Eye." Apparently her crew used our porch for their set at 4:00 AM. We were sleeping, of course, and didn't hear a thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She came back to get dressed up for the showing Saturday evening. Community members are not allowed on campus yet, so we are eagerly waiting to view the YouTube version.</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/-j4UqGHjl7yY/X_x9pPIEVOI/AAAAAAAAZ5Q/dGBjVu9tYtc0sm5I08Y79EAGaYweHXS6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/137024603_417506382903021_6089537637016308649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="976" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4UqGHjl7yY/X_x9pPIEVOI/AAAAAAAAZ5Q/dGBjVu9tYtc0sm5I08Y79EAGaYweHXS6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w194-h400/137024603_417506382903021_6089537637016308649_n.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rest of Michael's Christmas gift arrived this week. I felt he needed to look official as he cooks.</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/-SJR0KJvIKpY/X_x92QwOXiI/AAAAAAAAZ5Y/BW_bW_qGhzsjcMwjVf9X5RwBuis7DZmnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138477903_10101147375214286_2488909872181381913_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/-SJR0KJvIKpY/X_x92QwOXiI/AAAAAAAAZ5Y/BW_bW_qGhzsjcMwjVf9X5RwBuis7DZmnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138477903_10101147375214286_2488909872181381913_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon we hiked a trail at the Ouabache State Park. We went around the bison pen hoping to catch a glimpse of some.</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/-lCQ5ORiRDn8/X_yrFKe_uQI/AAAAAAAAZ6U/Pdq8arsh7n0HcaBxdJn_lXnUaoZzR7tLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138530835_10101147375154406_1552416866604188793_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/-lCQ5ORiRDn8/X_yrFKe_uQI/AAAAAAAAZ6U/Pdq8arsh7n0HcaBxdJn_lXnUaoZzR7tLQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/138530835_10101147375154406_1552416866604188793_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;">While we're on the topic of animals, here are three strange creatures that showed up that night while we were playing a game with three Taylor students. Can you name them?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YA_bauksVY/X_x-nhQucWI/AAAAAAAAZ5s/PATuFXTnr_0DbqLXSe7AtaIYnsIXV1bVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/138218148_5200252093325946_456635750500588894_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YA_bauksVY/X_x-nhQucWI/AAAAAAAAZ5s/PATuFXTnr_0DbqLXSe7AtaIYnsIXV1bVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/138218148_5200252093325946_456635750500588894_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;">Kendra introduced us to a new game, the Titanic. Setting up the board takes almost as long as playing one round! It was fun but may go faster a second 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/-eC38nuo2KOw/X_x-HDgUvSI/AAAAAAAAZ5k/3WfTRp7lOLIxOMc-c2iQ17RJI-b7gMTkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/137056442_400846501213974_3129595823364071218_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC38nuo2KOw/X_x-HDgUvSI/AAAAAAAAZ5k/3WfTRp7lOLIxOMc-c2iQ17RJI-b7gMTkwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/137056442_400846501213974_3129595823364071218_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;"><span style="text-align: left;">And here's favorite&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">borrowed</span><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">pic of the week--Rebecca and Oreo the cat. I miss that girl!&nbsp;</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj6Klfp6fSQ/X_ypEj5Iu-I/AAAAAAAAZ6E/ymIY4yxhv1ET6VcwE2JCDTABksXfqzbPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138317135_10101147375683346_1245646726314807995_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/-uj6Klfp6fSQ/X_ypEj5Iu-I/AAAAAAAAZ6E/ymIY4yxhv1ET6VcwE2JCDTABksXfqzbPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138317135_10101147375683346_1245646726314807995_n.jpg" /></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;">My favorite hymn to hum this week: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-hN740J6qA">O God Our Help in Ages Past</a>.</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/O-glOhjeKOA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Entering 2021 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/entering-2021.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:26f45bae-6a0c-5a8e-f947-6c650c19c63f Wed, 06 Jan 2021 20:53:25 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael bought me a bouquet to cheer a wintry 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/-Iz6tZtPSUd8/X_Tbpfs7fQI/AAAAAAAAZ2o/FSMyRrE6-9Akr2fHxzcoC7QUYMwoQI6MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136646158_10101144463160066_132352401620405313_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/-Iz6tZtPSUd8/X_Tbpfs7fQI/AAAAAAAAZ2o/FSMyRrE6-9Akr2fHxzcoC7QUYMwoQI6MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136646158_10101144463160066_132352401620405313_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">He's gotten me out hiking/trekking a few times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Rangeline Nature&nbsp; Preserve in Anderson on Monday the 28th of December.</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/-V-xRhCYdxnQ/X_XqHt8w63I/AAAAAAAAZ4A/VXjzZuY2zE40_vPW2v9bhUojiphvny3oACLcBGAsYHQ/s1132/133784002_10101141232194946_3992619669063923800_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-xRhCYdxnQ/X_XqHt8w63I/AAAAAAAAZ4A/VXjzZuY2zE40_vPW2v9bhUojiphvny3oACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/133784002_10101141232194946_3992619669063923800_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nJSWobSM6Y/X_XqKvh46iI/AAAAAAAAZ4E/DVlLXc0uk3o1A-sX2QJ4BIU5aihv4NTsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/134703603_2803998446544289_1166289211897300363_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nJSWobSM6Y/X_XqKvh46iI/AAAAAAAAZ4E/DVlLXc0uk3o1A-sX2QJ4BIU5aihv4NTsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/134703603_2803998446544289_1166289211897300363_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Mounds State Park with a group of UCC Hikers on the 31st.</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/-nj0ALvIQJtw/X_TcGkLdZyI/AAAAAAAAZ20/GFMsA687usY3RvkpkgFQEu5RXJ-fueEcACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136635521_10101144463329726_4917363406706861850_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="960" height="281" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj0ALvIQJtw/X_TcGkLdZyI/AAAAAAAAZ20/GFMsA687usY3RvkpkgFQEu5RXJ-fueEcACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h281/136635521_10101144463329726_4917363406706861850_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7rZ1shDEY/X_X60B_gkhI/AAAAAAAAZ4Q/W9AtNC-XE2kA_PGqj8uXcY0imfEtw90kACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/135066954_3903768706300381_1250080812609932559_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/-WE7rZ1shDEY/X_X60B_gkhI/AAAAAAAAZ4Q/W9AtNC-XE2kA_PGqj8uXcY0imfEtw90kACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/135066954_3903768706300381_1250080812609932559_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;">--Detamore Trail/ <a href="https://uplandareagreenways.org/">Main Street Trail</a> in Upland, Sunday afternoon, January 3.</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/-NLoX--Xf794/X_Tb3R0QzzI/AAAAAAAAZ2s/2r5cgVxBPUAibN-0vc5GJuTS74NfkIwfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136675100_10101144463269846_5523433775314226471_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="960" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLoX--Xf794/X_Tb3R0QzzI/AAAAAAAAZ2s/2r5cgVxBPUAibN-0vc5GJuTS74NfkIwfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h344/136675100_10101144463269846_5523433775314226471_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My main occupation throughout the week was to clear out the extra bedroom, originally called the Argentina Room, which has become the sewing/craft/junk room. As I worked, took everything out, sorted, and purged, I listened to three books to help the tedium.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Louise Penny's latest <i>All the Devils Are here</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>--Wolf Hollow </i>by Lauren Wolk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--<i>The Apothecary's Daughter </i>by Julie Klassen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah was also clearing areas, sorting, purging. Shefound some of Grandma Hoyt's jewelry we are still dealing with. Any piece you are interested in, family, friends?</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/-keULQHVATBw/X_TcSBhhV4I/AAAAAAAAZ28/AtP_ClDK2lEB1sQDUA-iIXVUcxz9GwkSACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136137919_10101144463299786_6694670193895264196_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/-keULQHVATBw/X_TcSBhhV4I/AAAAAAAAZ28/AtP_ClDK2lEB1sQDUA-iIXVUcxz9GwkSACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/136137919_10101144463299786_6694670193895264196_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both Leah and I are very happy with the results of our efforts. "Clearing our physical surroundings, helps clear head space too." to quote one son who stopped by this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael spent many, many hours sorting screws and many small items at the shop that were thrown together in the big move of a year ago. He also listens to books to while away the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And he faithfully makes time for exercise. The long rides with his Muncie biking buddies have continued even this late in the season. However, this last Saturday he ended up alone and rode 54 miles in 30 degree weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's no wonder his grandson gave him a trophy for Christmas<span style="text-align: center;">!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujyA1wqtz_0/X_Tc2VoMejI/AAAAAAAAZ3c/xv2vo4_fOocyYRuBNFVmKJy-2c-iWE2rACLcBGAsYHQ/s779/136337675_10101144463439506_5971752304180572649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="501" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujyA1wqtz_0/X_Tc2VoMejI/AAAAAAAAZ3c/xv2vo4_fOocyYRuBNFVmKJy-2c-iWE2rACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136337675_10101144463439506_5971752304180572649_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFyeFIX8Oj8/X_TcmObZo9I/AAAAAAAAZ3M/eCR8QYiJYo07gARiY8Gll2ZC-77SpxAowCLcBGAsYHQ/s791/135894917_10101144463399586_4332659283209711586_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="690" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFyeFIX8Oj8/X_TcmObZo9I/AAAAAAAAZ3M/eCR8QYiJYo07gARiY8Gll2ZC-77SpxAowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/135894917_10101144463399586_4332659283209711586_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our new year 2021 brings another student to share our home and opens another season of robotics, although uncertain as to what it will look like.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Kick-Off is January 9. We will watch the simulcast and learn more this coming Saturday at the Matthews' shop from 11:00 AM to 4:00 PM.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will close with a favorite pic of the week. Kalani, the baby of our family is over 9 months and will walk on his own any day now.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJEIWROBO9A/X_Tc8iFOlxI/AAAAAAAAZ3g/_ZB-kuwe2HY5qFjoun_H6xqerBv8ZA4VQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136448586_10101144463229926_8354563123669139742_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/-KJEIWROBO9A/X_Tc8iFOlxI/AAAAAAAAZ3g/_ZB-kuwe2HY5qFjoun_H6xqerBv8ZA4VQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136448586_10101144463229926_8354563123669139742_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />Many changes are coming in his first year of life, yet he has no fear and total trust in his Dad and Mom who dote on him and are showing very natural skills as parents.<div><br /></div><div>We too have a loving Father and a Savior who promised us His peace.&nbsp;</div><div><i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">Peace</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">leave</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;with&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">;&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">my</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">peace</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;give to&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">. Not as the world gives do&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;give to&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">.</span></i></div><blockquote><div><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">Let not&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">r hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.</span></span></i></div><div></div></blockquote><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div>&nbsp;<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_CElrZaMoXM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Auld Lang Syne https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/auld-lang-syne.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4b8d6ca3-5259-82cf-fd7b-42516a8cdbc8 Sun, 03 Jan 2021 19:05:11 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMvxS_Y80dE/X_JaBxCUEhI/AAAAAAAAZ2Y/suImcGXBUU8re1iYFisrD29qKQZgjnBjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s245/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="245" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMvxS_Y80dE/X_JaBxCUEhI/AAAAAAAAZ2Y/suImcGXBUU8re1iYFisrD29qKQZgjnBjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The title means "old long since" or "days gone by" from a poem penned by Robert Burns, a Scottish poet, in 1788.&nbsp;</span></p><p>To transition from Christmas to New Year, I decided to share a long ago holiday memory my father wrote years ago remembering college days and his first Christmas break.&nbsp;</p><blockquote><p>In 1939, my brother Lowell and I decided to attend Bryan College, he as a sophomore and I as a freshman. Bob Culver, a brother-in-law, took us from Winona Lake to the center of Warsaw to board the bus for that 500 mile trip to Dayton, TN. When Mother kissed us goodbye she placed an envelope into our hands. When we opened it, we found 12 dollars she had managed to save for us. That was all we had for starting our college experience. The months flew by and soon came the time for Christmas vacation. With no money to purchase tickets to return to Winona Lake, we resigned ourselves to staying on campus and firing furnaces to earn our board and room.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>A day or two before Christmas, to our great amazement, a car from California with an older brother, Rex, and his wife, Laura, appeared on Bryan Hill. They had moved to California just a few months before. Now they decided to return East for Christmas and pick us up also, but with no previous word. We were soon on our way and arrived in Winona Lake very early Christmas morning then decided to announce our arrival by playing a Christmas carol on our horns outside Herman's large rented house on Chestnut St.&nbsp;</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>To be sure, we were all happy to see each other, but this sure complicated things for Herman. He was already taking care of Mother, two brothers and a sister who had not yet found a place to rent. I can still see Herman doing his best to help with household chores including the wash with the old wringer-type washing machine of those days. Since there was not sufficient room in his house, my brother-in-law prevailed upon his landlord to let us sleep in one room in the same house where he was renting an apartment. What an ice box!! Rex and Laura who had continued their journey to Ohio to visit her parents picked us up on their return trip and took us back to Bryan College.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>Lowell and I heard later that when Bob Culver took us to the bus in Warsaw for Bryan, he was thinking: <i>These boys are either big fools or they are boys with extraordinary faith. </i>Well, we didn't have extraordinary faith, but neither were we fools--just look at the wife the Lord had prepared for me there!</p></blockquote><p>Interestingly, both siblings Lowell and Solon (my father), met their future wives at Bryan. In fact, the brothers and the two lovelies from same church in Evans City, PA, were in a sought-after vocal and instrumental quartet.</p><p>This memory seemed appropriate as we prepare to welcome students back from Christmas break. This time, not one, but two young women returning for their last semester.&nbsp;</p><p>Kendra, who grew up in a missionary family in Cambodia, joins Moriah who has been with us since her freshman year.</p><p>My greatest accomplishment of the week was to clear out the craft/junk room in preparation for its new occupant. I accomplished this great feat while listening to three good books.</p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vYjxm-BKG-g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Submitting in 2021: Get It Done! https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/12/31/submitting-in-2021-get-it-done/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:1a86f333-03e5-a4fb-6802-865d3b7416ce Thu, 31 Dec 2020 14:00:32 -0500 I&#8217;ve been watching Twitter feeds in the #writingcommunity hashtag and seeing lots of folks post that 2021 is the year they will finally submit &#8212; to magazines or literary magazines or a book publisher. I say, YAY. GO FOR IT! You pour yourself into those words and you have something to say into the world. [&#8230;] Christmas https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/christmas.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:01084d9b-d9af-fb0f-1eaf-292403462594 Tue, 29 Dec 2020 11:37:02 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of three tables ready and waiting--tablecloth from the Basque Country.</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/-iBdaBzzpb2A/X-j--KlVp5I/AAAAAAAAZ0Q/1DPQXqHXC9MMSssR8x9Y9Q21WqmLnt9HwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/134192658_10101139431089376_2721727846853975977_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/-iBdaBzzpb2A/X-j--KlVp5I/AAAAAAAAZ0Q/1DPQXqHXC9MMSssR8x9Y9Q21WqmLnt9HwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/134192658_10101139431089376_2721727846853975977_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A change from Monday Night dinner--Sam's family rented a whole theatre room for a limited number to watch "A Christmas Story". Later, the boys opened an early present, slingshots. The photo caption: "Hope they don't shoot their eyes out!" was a perfect follow-up.</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/-P421oitoZaI/X-j_9kh3nfI/AAAAAAAAZ0o/g7qb6MLmipkTlQ4dUoH0wCYZ8NFVgtatQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132796260_10101137169426766_3653427470327242486_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/-P421oitoZaI/X-j_9kh3nfI/AAAAAAAAZ0o/g7qb6MLmipkTlQ4dUoH0wCYZ8NFVgtatQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/132796260_10101137169426766_3653427470327242486_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca "helped" me Tuesday while her mom was at the library. We did a variety of activities, including painting rocks.&nbsp; Any favorites? Which ones are Rebecca's? You may have to enlarge the photo to get the full effect of the bottom row.</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/-M6wSvlR_J1g/X-kAG3DpqJI/AAAAAAAAZ0s/UBwscpsmLPMpN0dkxBsRvsYxoH3EV19vQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/132871762_10101136967715996_4721952555231846420_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6wSvlR_J1g/X-kAG3DpqJI/AAAAAAAAZ0s/UBwscpsmLPMpN0dkxBsRvsYxoH3EV19vQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132871762_10101136967715996_4721952555231846420_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, her greatest accomplishment was to learn to play Splendor--the game that always sits at one end of our table ready for the nightly spousal contest. Surely she is not old enough, nevertheless smart enough!</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/-kwmpwKJorWw/X-kAG0b03SI/AAAAAAAAZ0w/9DSStvG3fg8qlzzwfwkGQ7b1PUSQ6PwBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132659435_10101137169202216_4461121951071111700_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/-kwmpwKJorWw/X-kAG0b03SI/AAAAAAAAZ0w/9DSStvG3fg8qlzzwfwkGQ7b1PUSQ6PwBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132659435_10101137169202216_4461121951071111700_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Still had last minute shopping to do Wednesday, after another brief visit with <i>consuegra</i>&nbsp;Debby. One stop was nearby to this delightful folk singer, <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/">Mrs. Kate</a>. Her grandkids dragged out all the totes and cases full of her merchandise and helped me choose CDs and finger puppets for each of the grandkids. Then they performed a couple of songs.</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/-2xHYfbH_wJ4/X-kAYKQ8-TI/AAAAAAAAZ08/f26flDWULCY9_n71j36_X9BFqSkoKWpvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133750672_10101139430355846_8690663188614009768_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/-2xHYfbH_wJ4/X-kAYKQ8-TI/AAAAAAAAZ08/f26flDWULCY9_n71j36_X9BFqSkoKWpvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/133750672_10101139430355846_8690663188614009768_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;">Thursday Diane joined us for Stephan and Karen's annual Christmas Eve brunch. The group was smaller, but as always we enjoyed food, fun and fellowship.&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/-vgJO5r-QY0A/X-j_KRBaHKI/AAAAAAAAZ0U/V2Hvf_0AsgYcPKC7ZNI0cSbctXrVOkcswCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/134057178_10101139430560436_590461432043945976_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/-vgJO5r-QY0A/X-j_KRBaHKI/AAAAAAAAZ0U/V2Hvf_0AsgYcPKC7ZNI0cSbctXrVOkcswCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/134057178_10101139430560436_590461432043945976_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;">Thank you, Stephan and Karen!</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/-i2YFGAONXdc/X-j_eenNLPI/AAAAAAAAZ0g/JCp_tYUxmIoNXRiU_-9pf9BIllBTHppHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133590659_10101139449607266_8705693140960586524_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2YFGAONXdc/X-j_eenNLPI/AAAAAAAAZ0g/JCp_tYUxmIoNXRiU_-9pf9BIllBTHppHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/133590659_10101139449607266_8705693140960586524_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Christmas Day was spent with Diane who stayed here through Sunday.</span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c79MODW2So/X-kCS20HO6I/AAAAAAAAZ1w/GtGMuSTOtrAYpBwwEjAEdDUE23DPrcz4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133590659_10101139431054446_1432810018045147041_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="685" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c79MODW2So/X-kCS20HO6I/AAAAAAAAZ1w/GtGMuSTOtrAYpBwwEjAEdDUE23DPrcz4wCLcBGAsYHQ/w285-h400/133590659_10101139431054446_1432810018045147041_n.jpg" width="285" /></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, Michael went with his hiking buddy to the Rangeline Nature Preserve in Anderson and covered 3 1/2 miles of trail at the expert and intermediate levels.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PaJtFG51Dx0/X-tM1DPMMoI/AAAAAAAAZ14/c2Vf9DGHr_gNxdH1KW9D_DgUm0EH4grZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="959" height="180" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PaJtFG51Dx0/X-tM1DPMMoI/AAAAAAAAZ14/c2Vf9DGHr_gNxdH1KW9D_DgUm0EH4grZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, back at the homestead, Diane and I were pleasantly surprised by a group of carolers and a plate of cookies--our neighbors, the Vosses, had walked over through the woods to surprise us!</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/-MyNrmy9EvuU/X-kAweJnDVI/AAAAAAAAZ1E/ghtwsPQ_lfAPT7IOJG3IR4NXZCh1RXevwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133645155_10101139430909736_534801508012375761_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="960" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyNrmy9EvuU/X-kAweJnDVI/AAAAAAAAZ1E/ghtwsPQ_lfAPT7IOJG3IR4NXZCh1RXevwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h276/133645155_10101139430909736_534801508012375761_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;">Saturday was our ALL family gathering. For this year, that was our Christmas miracle. We hadn't been ALL together since Thanksgiving of 2018. The Krazy Kochs photo was my favorite! Notice our newest family member's pose.</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/-q56jBcQu5OU/X-kBhDaZh8I/AAAAAAAAZ1c/Ko_v0tfC4s4ZNZvtpQl0RKrORZ-MrrqZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/The%2BKrazies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1280" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q56jBcQu5OU/X-kBhDaZh8I/AAAAAAAAZ1c/Ko_v0tfC4s4ZNZvtpQl0RKrORZ-MrrqZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/The%2BKrazies.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 so enjoyed remembering the story of Jesus' birth as read by Kayla and Rebecca, and then visualized for us by the new little family, Skye, Destiny and Kalani.</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/-2Kh4sfddFdo/X-kBg8I22RI/AAAAAAAAZ1U/qhdTx79HdKYLQjOM2Z5yCU7zqowPNVWpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133550290_10101139433469606_2776234513299260759_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/-2Kh4sfddFdo/X-kBg8I22RI/AAAAAAAAZ1U/qhdTx79HdKYLQjOM2Z5yCU7zqowPNVWpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/133550290_10101139433469606_2776234513299260759_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHxQJLKnoLo/X-kBg1r7KbI/AAAAAAAAZ1Y/AGU0Ycts3Y8QV5R1seFyyz2_OzESj5HCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133588747_10101139432905736_9012530455523922999_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="666" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHxQJLKnoLo/X-kBg1r7KbI/AAAAAAAAZ1Y/AGU0Ycts3Y8QV5R1seFyyz2_OzESj5HCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w278-h400/133588747_10101139432905736_9012530455523922999_n.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Diane asked the meaning of inn keeper, Michael was reminded of an early play on words. In response to a reading in first or second grade, he drew a house-of-sorts with a tree next to it and the name was "Come Inn."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am reminded of the song:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Into my heart, i</i><i>nto my heart,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Come in today, c</i><i>ome in to stay,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sadly, when God came in the flesh to dwell with us, he was not welcomed, "<span style="font-family: times;"><span class="text John-1-11" id="en-ESV-26045" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">He came to&nbsp;his own,&nbsp;and&nbsp;his own people&nbsp;did not receive him."</span><span style="background-color: white;"><i>&nbsp;</i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(John 1:11)</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;">May our world today welcome Emanuel (=God with us), the promised one who was and&nbsp; is <i>"Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." </i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Isaiah 9:6)</span></span></span></div></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xQGYvMspYSU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Third Week of Advent https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/third-week-of-advent.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:60ed0731-4e26-af79-f951-5a9894c005f8 Wed, 23 Dec 2020 10:38:46 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More greetings came in this week, each one special because of relationships with the senders.</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/-y_4zr0n9lfs/X-K1EzDoZ8I/AAAAAAAAZyY/asUVZHqV0kwm-p28uWftFIRIkCh8nSmmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132339849_10101137169511596_3928017100821441528_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/-y_4zr0n9lfs/X-K1EzDoZ8I/AAAAAAAAZyY/asUVZHqV0kwm-p28uWftFIRIkCh8nSmmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132339849_10101137169511596_3928017100821441528_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last week of school before Christmas break was filled with special activities for Rebecca and probably for the other grands as well, but she's the only one we heard from. Monday was Christmas outfit 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/-2Zy1qCWg3Lc/X-K18rWqk6I/AAAAAAAAZzE/k3VwfcdE1z4O1_5XmuyV_UYdHLqPNw1TwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131619954_10101133077252516_576143622481937393_n.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/-2Zy1qCWg3Lc/X-K18rWqk6I/AAAAAAAAZzE/k3VwfcdE1z4O1_5XmuyV_UYdHLqPNw1TwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h320/131619954_10101133077252516_576143622481937393_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was Mix and Match day. It was also one of the days that Kayla works at the library. I had offered to pick up Rebecca after school on those days, to spend time here and do things together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB6pbApOZF0/X-K2DtosLII/AAAAAAAAZzI/AqeOKK3AhEgtmFRJH7BGTB7B1N8F7V-AQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1612/131692349_10207511974355204_3900638173985654364_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB6pbApOZF0/X-K2DtosLII/AAAAAAAAZzI/AqeOKK3AhEgtmFRJH7BGTB7B1N8F7V-AQCLcBGAsYHQ/w334-h640/131692349_10207511974355204_3900638173985654364_o.jpg" width="334" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among other things, we went for a walk up the lane with the trash bin for Wednesday pick-up and back through the woods.</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/-9OdzTIEntS8/X-K1Nlo0YeI/AAAAAAAAZyc/Q0L8gAF0Zi0A6fdorCj4MeR6FCvyGPvFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132066426_10101135506629026_3463926425529198341_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/-9OdzTIEntS8/X-K1Nlo0YeI/AAAAAAAAZyc/Q0L8gAF0Zi0A6fdorCj4MeR6FCvyGPvFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/132066426_10101135506629026_3463926425529198341_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We do a variety of activities because the six-year-old attention span is not long. In fact, completing this puzzle took two or three sessions.&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/-oDnKBctzYlE/X-NULCXA0jI/AAAAAAAAZz0/k8-YKp0iC3cIVAhhAnl4ab9vAKoz_nKZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132231657_10101135506534216_3887815516504845800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDnKBctzYlE/X-NULCXA0jI/AAAAAAAAZz0/k8-YKp0iC3cIVAhhAnl4ab9vAKoz_nKZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132231657_10101135506534216_3887815516504845800_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday morning we awoke to 4" of snow, not 1" to 3" forecasted. So beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiR3NIj4_aU/X-K1YERHbBI/AAAAAAAAZyo/unJnfGZt300DEMlwvBYwhs35b86i20-swCLcBGAsYHQ/s1312/131896947_10224672742069527_2144457790404346184_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1312" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiR3NIj4_aU/X-K1YERHbBI/AAAAAAAAZyo/unJnfGZt300DEMlwvBYwhs35b86i20-swCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/131896947_10224672742069527_2144457790404346184_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;">The birds seem to enjoy the newness.</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/-mBacTQReJRM/X-K1dXhNSvI/AAAAAAAAZyw/F-_YpOcuLoIQVkrJmg4CIdK1rdDXGdtHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132007457_10101135506494296_4430523492165346206_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/-mBacTQReJRM/X-K1dXhNSvI/AAAAAAAAZyw/F-_YpOcuLoIQVkrJmg4CIdK1rdDXGdtHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132007457_10101135506494296_4430523492165346206_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kalani experienced snow for the first 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/-bP5OzTy2-V0/X-K1jAhdjWI/AAAAAAAAZy4/1HGxpxT3QNE-KduWCAwLmp1UHDiat44cACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132201168_10101135506040206_1036831792661363264_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/-bP5OzTy2-V0/X-K1jAhdjWI/AAAAAAAAZy4/1HGxpxT3QNE-KduWCAwLmp1UHDiat44cACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132201168_10101135506040206_1036831792661363264_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Debby, my consuegra, and I had another fun visit. This time we enjoyed watching some of Stephan's cooking shows <a href="https://www.facebook.com/karen.koch.735/videos/10158393069381255">The Casual Chef Presents</a>&nbsp;and then shared a lunch of Michael's lentil soup and homemade bread!</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/-bvdLhFWet7U/X-K11iugaZI/AAAAAAAAZzA/qejQYRNGLhM5P5wM6_jj9iYce8YuzZylgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132037958_10101135505975336_1320592553280105535_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/-bvdLhFWet7U/X-K11iugaZI/AAAAAAAAZzA/qejQYRNGLhM5P5wM6_jj9iYce8YuzZylgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132037958_10101135505975336_1320592553280105535_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;">Friday, Rebecca and I made Thin-Mint Chocolate No-Bake Cookies which Michael raves about.</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;">Saturday, we attended the wedding of a former robotics student. In these different times the couple had to change their plans four times! We were invited, uninvited, and then re-invited when others on their list opted out. We felt very honored to enjoy the entire celebration in person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Vrc3sKE8pM/X-K2eqiIDHI/AAAAAAAAZzY/7GWyTtdgHuc645Oyz6Z-kSEKkW5ZDrDSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/132035616_10101135505890506_932356964018769536_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="1080" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Vrc3sKE8pM/X-K2eqiIDHI/AAAAAAAAZzY/7GWyTtdgHuc645Oyz6Z-kSEKkW5ZDrDSQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/132035616_10101135505890506_932356964018769536_o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Moriah was also there, and in our "family" bubble. I took this picture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSpL99_gEko/X-K2ejJ72BI/AAAAAAAAZzU/HJvkAuRpO_ktjFE88y0fTVEFC7cnFTg_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132032015_10101135505920446_2075426490026354404_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/-vSpL99_gEko/X-K2ejJ72BI/AAAAAAAAZzU/HJvkAuRpO_ktjFE88y0fTVEFC7cnFTg_QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132032015_10101135505920446_2075426490026354404_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;">And then she took this one:</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/-3hTf2Hrjh9k/X-K2eiTcDeI/AAAAAAAAZzc/fDpr3NyS0Awc9ng8zHDFgaL0aFmVRxf6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132028666_10101135505850586_8466393424611154262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="914" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hTf2Hrjh9k/X-K2eiTcDeI/AAAAAAAAZzc/fDpr3NyS0Awc9ng8zHDFgaL0aFmVRxf6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w381-h400/132028666_10101135505850586_8466393424611154262_n.jpg" width="381" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In keeping with the times, our Christmas stockings are also social distancing in family groupings.&nbsp; ;-)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nquYTnwIiNE/X-K2o0PDnQI/AAAAAAAAZzg/qBAilunqCxwXwbzJFn6Vukx3uHMyo3YYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132611646_10101137168842936_2227007981963558465_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/-nquYTnwIiNE/X-K2o0PDnQI/AAAAAAAAZzg/qBAilunqCxwXwbzJFn6Vukx3uHMyo3YYgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132611646_10101137168842936_2227007981963558465_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What adjustments are you making this Christmas?</div></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/A3S1EY8OPFI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> There’s A Baby in the Barn https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:b766f8a7-9f26-cb67-26e1-29de2a9299f6 Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:08:36 -0500 <p>And a Christmas Party, December 19 Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ETSanta hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns! Click to Join the Party on Saturday There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="has-text-align-center" style="font-size:24px"><strong><span class="has-inline-color has-vivid-red-color">And a Christmas Party, December 19 </span></strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td>Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ET<br>Santa hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. <br>Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns!</td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><img src="https://ci5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/c-bR5aa7qn09cN_v9SoPffoHdy_c3ky-QMS2O4vm9qA7W92IGpW3_DoLRp_gKCXRh-TN3Zr9-zsGjWSUDJDAMI_u4pIDtdRTDReixvZhwtouWQV0RT-E1UiPBOSSv-Knt-zSyLyykKHJnTlVPGM4=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/3737399647f16fd03c50c19f79ac9bd7b24e52a8.jpeg" alt="" width="383.0789825970549"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table class="has-subtle-pale-green-background-color has-background"><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-left" data-align="left"><strong>There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</strong><br><br>Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that the humble barn where Jesus was born was a quiet setting. The crowning moment of each December’s extravaganza was the Nativity scene. Dressed in bed sheets and their fathers’ oversized bathrobes, all the children solemnly sang Silent Night.<br><br>Then I moved to the country, got my own barn, and had my own birth in the stable.<br><br>It all began when drought forced a farmer to sell livestock, including a soft-eyed, pregnant mare.<br><br>“She’s just like Mary,” my children implored. “She needs a place to have her baby.”<br><br>So this innkeeper found room in our stable for the mother-to-be. A baby monitor allowed us to hear what happened in the barn during the night. Birds in the rafters supplied a cacophony of twittering, mice scampered through hay, and horses slurped their feed before rustling through straw to bed down. Once asleep, the horses groaned while they napped and passed gas so loud we thought the mare was giving birth, and dashed to the barn at 3:30 a.m.<br><br>Following weeks of false alarms, the baby was born in her own time on a night I was too sleep-deprived to tiptoe to the barn. What an exquisite wonder that morning to discover a newborn in the stable.<br><br>That&#8217;s why this year’s Christmas pageant was my favorite. &#8220;Let&#8217;s have live animals,&#8221; the music director crowed.<br><br>Opening night the staging was elaborate. The well-rehearsed choir took its place. The orchestra began on the downbeat. &#8220;Joy to the world,&#8221; the audience joined the choir as the words appeared on the overhead. &#8220;Let men their sons employ.&#8221;<br><br>Choreographed to mask the noisy rearrangement of animals on stage, the pianist&#8217;s solo was a wasted effort. The keyboard was unplugged. From behind the curtains, the audience heard the trainer smooching at the donkey who was reluctant to come on stage and was more reluctant to walk off.<br><br>The violinist&#8217;s microphone was not on, as the wise men bowed before the wailing Christ child. Mary and Joseph tried to look holy while sheep nibbled their robes, between burping and chewing their malodorous cud.<br><br>At that moment a runaway sheep left his post and dashed about the little town of Bethlehem. Engrossed by the drama, the drummer forgot to drum. The conductor looked up from conducting and paled as the speeding sheep fairly leapt into his arms.<br><br>By the second performance the “g” was added to sons, the keyboard and violin found their plugs, and fencing was added for the sheep. The rest of the performances went without hitch, but my favorite was opening night. It seemed a better reenactment of what probably happened in that starlit stable many years ago.<br><br><em>PeggySue currently has two horses because horses are like potato chips – you can’t have just one.</em></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> The Gift of People https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/the-gift-of-people.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d2f1db89-e00c-4b2f-c049-3e736bec4fc4 Tue, 15 Dec 2020 12:24:56 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Real physical greeting cards have meant more to me this season than ever before. Perhaps because they are fewer now with the ease and popularity of virtual means of communication. I do appreciate newsletters and season greetings in all formats, but the cards I look at are sweet daily reminders of the senders.</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/-A2ZZDkL_YPE/X9jPxX0iBTI/AAAAAAAAZwo/pZsyG53KjMgdoOPG1380gtkdOMlugQi2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131578270_10101133077327366_5228254869621615457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="881" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ZZDkL_YPE/X9jPxX0iBTI/AAAAAAAAZwo/pZsyG53KjMgdoOPG1380gtkdOMlugQi2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/131578270_10101133077327366_5228254869621615457_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">People and relationships are very important in my life. The photos this week reflect that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday I visited Leah to deliver a gift that arrived. Michael had sent for this outfit because "it screamed Leah!" She loves her animals, many cats, one loyal dog, Zeus. <i>I wonder what he thinks of all those cats?</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/-GqkjjKTpFSY/X9jRaw56LvI/AAAAAAAAZw0/rfSEjqLsk8EanDow_8MglPjFvJSBHdfcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s741/130704611_10157937601047934_6905247802146904211_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="581" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqkjjKTpFSY/X9jRaw56LvI/AAAAAAAAZw0/rfSEjqLsk8EanDow_8MglPjFvJSBHdfcQCLcBGAsYHQ/w314-h400/130704611_10157937601047934_6905247802146904211_n.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday after school, I picked up Rebecca from the library where her mother works. She helped me continue to decorate.. She discovered an ornament she painted when she was only two and a half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Her expression, surprise or . . . ?</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/-s_vy30WsUoY/X9jaBBlrhAI/AAAAAAAAZx0/RrILxoFdztMxA-FcjJ6SoqkVxZfYNsWzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1403/131888911_10101133077681656_4412204161000011698_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1403" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_vy30WsUoY/X9jaBBlrhAI/AAAAAAAAZx0/RrILxoFdztMxA-FcjJ6SoqkVxZfYNsWzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w292-h640/131888911_10101133077681656_4412204161000011698_o.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I saved one of Aunt Gladys' ornaments because it was so perfect for my friend Petey. She collects teapots and loves pearls. We had breakfast together at our favorite cafe. I am so grateful for her friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHllKM0cKaA/X9jRrpczLcI/AAAAAAAAZxA/93v2LVBn1yoDvs5aWMrB5IJ5l1hED9CowCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131629794_10101133077601816_8453198886833267621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHllKM0cKaA/X9jRrpczLcI/AAAAAAAAZxA/93v2LVBn1yoDvs5aWMrB5IJ5l1hED9CowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/131629794_10101133077601816_8453198886833267621_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael steadily continues to work at the pottery project he began--to smooth, polish, glaze, and refire the UPland mugs.</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/-agSFLm6ZpiA/X9jSLPzOlfI/AAAAAAAAZxU/9Ny7yH3tr2EicKBgrPerjKouZkZ6OhQAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131619961_10101133077531956_8987746247052482698_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="788" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agSFLm6ZpiA/X9jSLPzOlfI/AAAAAAAAZxU/9Ny7yH3tr2EicKBgrPerjKouZkZ6OhQAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/131619961_10101133077531956_8987746247052482698_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday I enjoyed reconnecting with my <i>consuegra </i>(co-mother-in-law), Kristie's mom. She is recovering from knee replacement and needs helpers. She calls them <i>encouragers. </i>She does have a little friend, Miss Snickery Doodle, but not the same as human companionship.</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/-iZZqjIW9dPI/X9jR2qJI3qI/AAAAAAAAZxE/cs7n6D6vqeMMtjogiOoUIHtK6eb_esVrACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131818736_10101133077397226_1048275761770855152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="960" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZZqjIW9dPI/X9jR2qJI3qI/AAAAAAAAZxE/cs7n6D6vqeMMtjogiOoUIHtK6eb_esVrACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/131818736_10101133077397226_1048275761770855152_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and I have walked the Upland trail twice this week, ending close to sunset.</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/-kJ-U5vEx5rA/X9jP4zo5g3I/AAAAAAAAZws/WyME53xUTtY99hSdWMSzMOW88ihqJDHlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131620366_10101133077716586_7786084634426588723_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="960" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ-U5vEx5rA/X9jP4zo5g3I/AAAAAAAAZws/WyME53xUTtY99hSdWMSzMOW88ihqJDHlACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h386/131620366_10101133077716586_7786084634426588723_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are enjoying the Christmas lights and the third and biggest tree. Moriah stopped by Tuesday after her baby-sitting job in town and helped bring it down from the attic. Then Rebecca and I decorated it.&nbsp; Who would've thought I'd go all out like this. Again it was because of personal connections.</div>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9jO8Cpt45o/X9jS2dabrYI/AAAAAAAAZxk/8YWv17QEtwcxsLQmtKL5oAAHcs7K2kT4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131887922_10101133077362296_7308177721808612844_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="634" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9jO8Cpt45o/X9jS2dabrYI/AAAAAAAAZxk/8YWv17QEtwcxsLQmtKL5oAAHcs7K2kT4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w264-h400/131887922_10101133077362296_7308177721808612844_n.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br />Cousin Rosie is a very dear family connection. This week I received a long letter from her and was reminded that I haven't listened to Moody Radio in a long time. I intentionally searched for Rosalie de Rosset on their website and have been listening to the archived programs where she was interviewed. The most recent one is&nbsp;<a href="https://www.moodyradio.org/programs/chris-fabry-live/2020/12/2020.12.09-advent/">Advent&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;perfect for the season. However, the older ones&nbsp; are wonderful too. I just finished listening to <a href="https://www.moodyradio.org/radioplayer.aspx?episode=307010">A Pandemic Reading Plan</a>&nbsp;which aired in March. Excellent! Two others in June and July I also highly recommend.<div><br /></div><div>The times we are living have caused us to value human touch and connection all the more because much of that has been taken away. I am thankful for the people in my life.<div><p></p></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/JfR0nsGUQ50" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Preparing for Christmas https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/preparing-for-christmas.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4c9ee035-dc71-ff56-a792-026650b4520f Wed, 09 Dec 2020 14:52:58 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXkKRlIPp_w/X9AgOxsEJjI/AAAAAAAAZtc/0gtpMletPfsK3ZwZ6uB-mNLHTvUdsiw0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130684645_10101129036634946_7646003995483252966_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/-GXkKRlIPp_w/X9AgOxsEJjI/AAAAAAAAZtc/0gtpMletPfsK3ZwZ6uB-mNLHTvUdsiw0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130684645_10101129036634946_7646003995483252966_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's beginning to look like Christmas. We had our first snowfall at the beginning of the week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I dragged totes and boxes out of the attic and began decorating slowly.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Windowsills were the first to welcome a few Nativities.</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/-rXtM3BI2sZo/X9AgFGUQj-I/AAAAAAAAZtY/7oHL3OP-A_EWlPkdStFtVnnK7Pk9hrLwACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130604036_10101129036799616_8007668563704890805_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/-rXtM3BI2sZo/X9AgFGUQj-I/AAAAAAAAZtY/7oHL3OP-A_EWlPkdStFtVnnK7Pk9hrLwACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/130604036_10101129036799616_8007668563704890805_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;">Of the three on the kitchen sill, Leah's clay miniatures is my favorite.</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/-urkeAuT12Cs/X9AghFRSVhI/AAAAAAAAZto/MsrjBh_gSwgSECaaSaKL131LqnULdZ02wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130478428_10101129037089036_8329990197177552434_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urkeAuT12Cs/X9AghFRSVhI/AAAAAAAAZto/MsrjBh_gSwgSECaaSaKL131LqnULdZ02wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130478428_10101129037089036_8329990197177552434_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;">Christmas greeting mailings have begun in earnest. Delightful responses and annual letters are trickling in. I treasure each one. Cards are extra special this year as they give way to online communication.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our card is dedicated to remembering Mother and the art legacy of her last few years of life (1921-2020).</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgIv7p8oSvU/X9AhWcUjw6I/AAAAAAAAZt0/DJwBOkCrPTUn919g0k_tF_r7tCy4C47NACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130579115_10101129036759696_1760793900746191848_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="519" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgIv7p8oSvU/X9AhWcUjw6I/AAAAAAAAZt0/DJwBOkCrPTUn919g0k_tF_r7tCy4C47NACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130579115_10101129036759696_1760793900746191848_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One attic box, that I'd not opened yet, was labeled Mother's tree lights and trimmings. I found some fifty ornaments, most of them crafted by Aunt Gladys from colorful beads. This is only a sampling. It was fun to pack them up and send them to her daughter for the grandchildren. (Dad and Mother looked after Gladys in her final years, so ended up with many of her things.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO-6OxiXziE/X9AhgIiYHZI/AAAAAAAAZt4/w7FN6PPKuJ4e8rMhsh2CshJH15LbK7c0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130741698_10101129037118976_5646455035073539522_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO-6OxiXziE/X9AhgIiYHZI/AAAAAAAAZt4/w7FN6PPKuJ4e8rMhsh2CshJH15LbK7c0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130741698_10101129037118976_5646455035073539522_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and I made time to walk nearby trails a couple times this week. I am thankful for his encouragement to get out, and especially grateful that he is mostly pain free and we are able to do this together.&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/-ZvANYhk48uE/X9AkzrTezLI/AAAAAAAAZuI/Mg0pYSYOJNEe1I4zYqye0eINZDMEdanZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/128912798_3419422094823591_3605567607600379457_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvANYhk48uE/X9AkzrTezLI/AAAAAAAAZuI/Mg0pYSYOJNEe1I4zYqye0eINZDMEdanZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/128912798_3419422094823591_3605567607600379457_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTAlzAx98QA/X9AkzXPr-1I/AAAAAAAAZuM/DIOB_sOTE9Y-TnI_Um1lCP9VWUsV109DwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130567635_10101129037278656_6765065229917373514_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/-UTAlzAx98QA/X9AkzXPr-1I/AAAAAAAAZuM/DIOB_sOTE9Y-TnI_Um1lCP9VWUsV109DwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/130567635_10101129037278656_6765065229917373514_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He even went on a longer and more difficult hike with a friend. Saturday bicycle rides are still on, though fewer riders and shorter distances.</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/-WN20Puz2pto/X9AlCXQxFZI/AAAAAAAAZuU/4p096Bmpel8lj8IFEFCCbFSE7zIwL2uKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/130291392_425925908414031_5154908349484685686_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="976" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WN20Puz2pto/X9AlCXQxFZI/AAAAAAAAZuU/4p096Bmpel8lj8IFEFCCbFSE7zIwL2uKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w194-h400/130291392_425925908414031_5154908349484685686_n.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was going to keep Christmas simple this year, but once I got everything out, inspiration took hold. Then with Rebecca's help, in no time we had two trees decorated and more in progress!</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/-llMfwzHv4Sc/X9ApSjHGEwI/AAAAAAAAZvU/8gfcIiKu4QQmJU4N-MVanZxZ_FOl9c-7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s817/130496385_10101129036420376_6069815245533837399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="817" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llMfwzHv4Sc/X9ApSjHGEwI/AAAAAAAAZvU/8gfcIiKu4QQmJU4N-MVanZxZ_FOl9c-7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130496385_10101129036420376_6069815245533837399_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What a blessing to have children around with their enthusiasm, energy and childlike perspective!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca found this set of blocks. I was about to throw them away until she found a place to display them, and sounded out the letters to read the word. After that she read NOEL in several other places.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGO5ZQ6WNkQ/X9AlR8yXgjI/AAAAAAAAZug/RmEAqkmxAXIsXfZiLLNMkAqSqsSwwNbZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130594497_10101129036530156_2469747566695005758_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGO5ZQ6WNkQ/X9AlR8yXgjI/AAAAAAAAZug/RmEAqkmxAXIsXfZiLLNMkAqSqsSwwNbZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130594497_10101129036530156_2469747566695005758_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics team meets only Tuesday evenings now until January. Two former students (PhyXTGears' president's daughters) were the stars in the play "Christmas in Comfort" at The Commons Theatre in Alexandria. More than twenty youth were involved. We went Thursday. It was fun to reconnect with these girls and their family.</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/-goHMJVOQTwM/X9ApYogwe3I/AAAAAAAAZvY/e7b2FWgL3AcC31sacWjnMxSULbZuGyVOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1085/128854713_1085041375290896_1833631241772951976_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goHMJVOQTwM/X9ApYogwe3I/AAAAAAAAZvY/e7b2FWgL3AcC31sacWjnMxSULbZuGyVOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/128854713_1085041375290896_1833631241772951976_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ld-jI2kJCZ4/X9Al-a1ZW3I/AAAAAAAAZu8/VcAdVswOUs0e-C3y8N94GMZmYunkmX4vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130194067_10101129036934346_7147073855345977982_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="960" height="226" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ld-jI2kJCZ4/X9Al-a1ZW3I/AAAAAAAAZu8/VcAdVswOUs0e-C3y8N94GMZmYunkmX4vwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h226/130194067_10101129036934346_7147073855345977982_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;">On my to-do list I had written, "Visit Darlene." Saturday she called and I stopped by. What a good thing it is to keep old friendships alive!</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/-UbJujE8tfrM/X9ApiAPJVxI/AAAAAAAAZvg/K11gxe2JbUcYA7aw6wBeLApt3_dINPYpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130546838_10101129036684846_3961263307796463525_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="960" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbJujE8tfrM/X9ApiAPJVxI/AAAAAAAAZvg/K11gxe2JbUcYA7aw6wBeLApt3_dINPYpgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h371/130546838_10101129036684846_3961263307796463525_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We value our young friends too. After church Sunday, we picked up some Holiday carry-out meals at the Lion's Club and invited ourselves to eat with Sarah in her little rental house. Sweet visit.</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/-sptRltFE7PY/X9AmqDsrWfI/AAAAAAAAZvM/Ql0p5x__42oBKFJAwGAa87UTbCoBS6B_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130682465_10101129036605006_8156024221660625637_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/-sptRltFE7PY/X9AmqDsrWfI/AAAAAAAAZvM/Ql0p5x__42oBKFJAwGAa87UTbCoBS6B_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130682465_10101129036605006_8156024221660625637_n.jpg" /></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, Moriah stopped by for a visit. Always welcome!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, what about the rest of the family?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan and Karen have enjoyed hiking, trying out their new trekking poles. The most recent venture was at Kokiwanee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R3YmLSX0dno/X9EeVZ-KxUI/AAAAAAAAZvs/VlYSNFmku0AKgFMGulvSO9dx8MIH4_KFQCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1538" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R3YmLSX0dno/X9EeVZ-KxUI/AAAAAAAAZvs/VlYSNFmku0AKgFMGulvSO9dx8MIH4_KFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/image.png" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ha! I just read the caption under Stephan's Facebook header: "<span style="color: var(--secondary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.0625rem; text-align: center;">A goofy ice sculpting homesteader blessed with a lovely wife and gracious Lord." (I wonder how long that has been there?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: var(--secondary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.0625rem; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah is hanging in there, her skin still healing from radiation. She found out this week that she needs cataract surgery sometime in the near future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam's <a href="https://www.lifeskateboard.com/?fbclid=IwAR2OfiSiSfvdoOOjKf0Y0i3PsA2N4NSg4g4ZzyZhg243Ujei4s7Xe_V9f4s">Life Skateboards</a>&nbsp;business is flourishing. Checkout the new <a href="https://www.lifeskateboard.com/?fbclid=IwAR2OfiSiSfvdoOOjKf0Y0i3PsA2N4NSg4g4ZzyZhg243Ujei4s7Xe_V9f4s">website</a>. You might find a gift there for someone on your Christmas list. Most recently Life Skateboards partnered with Josh Garrels--musician friend!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yIB7wRPJrGo/X9EhX6PGUxI/AAAAAAAAZv0/LYsBEH83R54KNUKrgiDUeuzprVwGWeKowCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yIB7wRPJrGo/X9EhX6PGUxI/AAAAAAAAZv0/LYsBEH83R54KNUKrgiDUeuzprVwGWeKowCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/image.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I may soon announce a translation partnership for my book in progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday's message entitled <a href="https://livestream.com/accounts/14007714/events/9427803/videos/214471169">Preparing for Christmas</a> and the choir and orchestra performance of "Dawn of Everlasting Light" was inspiring and beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How are you preparing?</div></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/fKncaz54DQo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 48: Thanksgiving https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/week-48-thanksgiving.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b92a73aa-3bf2-7e48-c695-6e83d0a5d3b7 Tue, 01 Dec 2020 18:34:01 -0500 <p>&nbsp;The weather has definitely changed. Tis the season to cozy up with a cup of hot coffee/chocolate or. . .&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZTxX4jEd_s/X8ZtPuYiVTI/AAAAAAAAZqk/cuR-wvqR-Ww3QAb2WjmPBJFLXblogixIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128567261_10101125684347956_1703254393108821684_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/-5ZTxX4jEd_s/X8ZtPuYiVTI/AAAAAAAAZqk/cuR-wvqR-Ww3QAb2WjmPBJFLXblogixIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/128567261_10101125684347956_1703254393108821684_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>. . . a London Fog or Green Matcha at Common Grounds Cafe with a friend. We tried this nook in the loft.<div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeQxOaKAj18/X8Zw7Cfue9I/AAAAAAAAZq0/cXBm9e8aek8bQQDXZ1xD5cNss7R-omNYACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128851637_10101125439049536_1674189009981403752_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/-CeQxOaKAj18/X8Zw7Cfue9I/AAAAAAAAZq0/cXBm9e8aek8bQQDXZ1xD5cNss7R-omNYACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/128851637_10101125439049536_1674189009981403752_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Petey and I try to meet weekly but lately with the arrival of her new grandbaby, our meetings are less frequent, but always such a blessing.&nbsp;<div></div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP7Ogeim8rc/X8ZwcZfZyXI/AAAAAAAAZqs/Be5Noyz8ieIQOaRMijkcizuDEFUrcvitACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128517706_10101125438914806_5471702534791216582_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/-IP7Ogeim8rc/X8ZwcZfZyXI/AAAAAAAAZqs/Be5Noyz8ieIQOaRMijkcizuDEFUrcvitACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/128517706_10101125438914806_5471702534791216582_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;">Moriah left us this week. Students will finish the semester finals from home. This is an old photo where she's ready for work at Chick-Fil-A.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANMa3l91Y_w/X8a96lQTCpI/AAAAAAAAZsM/kb0thy2V7x4d2VSdNbZyja0V23o0VZltACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="501" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANMa3l91Y_w/X8a96lQTCpI/AAAAAAAAZsM/kb0thy2V7x4d2VSdNbZyja0V23o0VZltACLcBGAsYHQ/w209-h400/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /><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;">Preparations for Thanksgiving began. Our family gathering was smaller, but the turkey was huge. Michael was in charge of cooking the bird. He also baked a beautiful cherry berry pie.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFmYDE23o7A/X8ZxWGyJzFI/AAAAAAAAZq8/8t2ROriOVw8myE5RZyj-9X0lLyX_S8eHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1076/129135439_10101125439169296_6923401114848580930_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1076" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFmYDE23o7A/X8ZxWGyJzFI/AAAAAAAAZq8/8t2ROriOVw8myE5RZyj-9X0lLyX_S8eHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/129135439_10101125439169296_6923401114848580930_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;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I spent considerable time in the kitchen, prepared a couple special menu items and got any cooking /baking urges out of the way for a while.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What we can never get enough of is family fellowship. We miss the gatherings we used to have, but grateful for what we were able to enjoy on Thanksgiving.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-syiEuM0jM/X8ZxxUoPfHI/AAAAAAAAZrM/4Xtwo4kS8IsRAcQcbyJasLxvnAhx8b57QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128868001_10101125439373886_1206442408509875033_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-syiEuM0jM/X8ZxxUoPfHI/AAAAAAAAZrM/4Xtwo4kS8IsRAcQcbyJasLxvnAhx8b57QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/128868001_10101125439373886_1206442408509875033_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpdqxQiYaEo/X8ZxkMGtwcI/AAAAAAAAZrE/OIpA1hri2E4BRmD5msOFUT1rY6VZwzDdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128438408_10101125439299036_6724773578760134910_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="960" height="361" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpdqxQiYaEo/X8ZxkMGtwcI/AAAAAAAAZrE/OIpA1hri2E4BRmD5msOFUT1rY6VZwzDdgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h361/128438408_10101125439299036_6724773578760134910_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Of course, the center of attention was the baby in the family--Kalani 8 months 10 days old. He hangs on to a little scooter thing and moves dangerously fast! He'll probably be walking by Christmas. Watch out everybody!</div><div><br /></div><div>Diane spent Wednesday through Saturday with us. She loves spending time with family. Here you see the siblings at table.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fagjFtMNzTk/X8ZyBfqPT2I/AAAAAAAAZrY/M5rTk_eZlfI4b5SbTxz8nPpoL6GT4e5lACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128901829_10101125452767046_4217172020490236672_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fagjFtMNzTk/X8ZyBfqPT2I/AAAAAAAAZrY/M5rTk_eZlfI4b5SbTxz8nPpoL6GT4e5lACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/128901829_10101125452767046_4217172020490236672_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of siblings, it was good to communicate with Michael's older brother who is always so faithful to call us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday we enjoyed walking the Upland trail.</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/-aCBRc-zoh30/X8ZyMLSBTlI/AAAAAAAAZrc/_opzom_ERxclVj0ZW8NMhOF7WwbndOP1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129045429_10101125452801976_7822634508512314191_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCBRc-zoh30/X8ZyMLSBTlI/AAAAAAAAZrc/_opzom_ERxclVj0ZW8NMhOF7WwbndOP1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/129045429_10101125452801976_7822634508512314191_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday after I'd worked at Helping Hand, I was so glad to be home in time to see these two before they took off on a date--Elijah and Ruby.</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/-P2tTQdt3tQY/X8ZybSWb7YI/AAAAAAAAZrk/oXZCcJKzO0AZOV4wiDJiWO_X84wwFMOMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128849070_10101125452727126_1348916094735448469_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/-P2tTQdt3tQY/X8ZybSWb7YI/AAAAAAAAZrk/oXZCcJKzO0AZOV4wiDJiWO_X84wwFMOMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/128849070_10101125452727126_1348916094735448469_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was gone on his usual Saturday bike ride with the Muncie group--56 miles this time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was such a beautiful sunny day. Diane and I walked the path through our woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ6goKo3SEg/X8ZykAci-nI/AAAAAAAAZrs/YzOS6jXrhGE_g-6j8zD6AOFuVXJ0GIksQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128950115_10101125452283016_3612198512601459941_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ6goKo3SEg/X8ZykAci-nI/AAAAAAAAZrs/YzOS6jXrhGE_g-6j8zD6AOFuVXJ0GIksQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/128950115_10101125452283016_3612198512601459941_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnCG7FdBLwU/X8ZykNHgv3I/AAAAAAAAZrw/rs1x6TPiwY4WvSHjO-f0AxM5brnBgR6EQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129017523_10101125452567446_1857160865055050002_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/-gnCG7FdBLwU/X8ZykNHgv3I/AAAAAAAAZrw/rs1x6TPiwY4WvSHjO-f0AxM5brnBgR6EQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/129017523_10101125452567446_1857160865055050002_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>That evening when we took her back home, we drove through the <a href="https://walkwayoflights.org/">Walkway of Lights</a> in Marion.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yTZR5j89aY/X8ZzxpqRhbI/AAAAAAAAZr8/RjigWJWwqmofiLuszlqF5uamfXyhv7BeACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129053205_10101125451309966_8572312779323774613_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/-9yTZR5j89aY/X8ZzxpqRhbI/AAAAAAAAZr8/RjigWJWwqmofiLuszlqF5uamfXyhv7BeACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/129053205_10101125451309966_8572312779323774613_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 many months, probably several years, Michael is back at it! Can you guess what he is making?&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/-7AShh3SV2nc/X8Z0AAKvu9I/AAAAAAAAZsA/fdpFvT_OVZM5lJUqOfC6IYDMSmEc3phBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129407688_10101125684372906_8368704567014265348_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="960" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AShh3SV2nc/X8Z0AAKvu9I/AAAAAAAAZsA/fdpFvT_OVZM5lJUqOfC6IYDMSmEc3phBwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h348/129407688_10101125684372906_8368704567014265348_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How did you celebrate the holiday?&nbsp;</div></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gjxoGlTg1R8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Review of To Steal a Heart by Jen Turano https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:b13b345b-3d97-6c71-52cf-116e3b915429 Mon, 30 Nov 2020 09:23:58 -0500 After months of my website doing strange and not-so-wonderful things that made it impossible for me to blog, I am praising the Lord that it decided to work for me again. To celebrate, I am sharing my review of Jen Turano&#8217;s latest book, To Steal a Heart. If laughter is good like medicine, To Steal&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Review of To Steal a Heart by Jen&#160;Turano</span></a> <p>After months of my website doing strange and not-so-wonderful things that made it impossible for me to blog, I am praising the Lord that it decided to work for me again. To celebrate, I am sharing my review of Jen Turano&#8217;s latest book, <em>To Steal a Heart</em>. </p> <p>If laughter is good like medicine, <em>To Steal a Heart</em> is practically a vitamin infusion.</p> <p>Reading a Jen Turano books always guarantees a laugh, and I found myself laughing a lot. Although her primary characters are wonderful, often it’s the background characters that amuse me most.</p> <p><em>To Steal a Heart</em> includes a dog that prefers to be talked to in a pirate voice. A chronic fainter who writes mystery novels, a mysterious woman who dresses in widow’s weeds, and a boardinghouse filled with an assortment of unique ladies.</p> <p>The book is amusing, but it also touches on deeper issues. In an era where all of a lady’s money and property passed to her husband after marriage, I enjoyed seeing a group of women create an inquiry agency to rectify wrongs women experienced. An ongoing mystery created the overarching storyline, but the minor mysteries were also intriguing.</p> <p>God’s name wasn’t mentioned as often as in some of Jen’s other books, but I feel like it resembled the book of Esther. The name of God is not mentioned in Esther, but His Providence colors the story. <em>To Steal a Heart</em> mirrors this same message.</p> <p>I highly recommend this novel, and I can&#8217;t wait to read the next two in the series.I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img data-attachment-id="1507" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/img_20201128_130516-1/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg" data-orig-size="3024,3047" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_20201128_130516 (1)" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=298" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=1016" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=1016" alt="" class="wp-image-1507" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=1016 1016w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=2032 2032w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=298 298w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=768 768w" sizes="(max-width: 1016px) 100vw, 1016px" /><figcaption> </figcaption></figure> <p></p> Week 47 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-47.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ad27b64e-77aa-3478-a967-84e9c3314782 Tue, 24 Nov 2020 19:48:42 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin thought her weekly bouquets were over. However, one hydrangea bush continues to produce blooms in different colors! The azalea plant blossomed again as well. Spring flowers are appearing and it is not even winter yet! What's up with the weather in Tennessee? Or, is God sending cheer at a time when they are caring for cousin Ed, her brother, who is so ill?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUnYgFOST9g/X7whH7IFNtI/AAAAAAAAZos/Y9IvFS_9NEgYI5XYcOIMOImh8zSrPXPzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2BNovember%2B17%252C%2B2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUnYgFOST9g/X7whH7IFNtI/AAAAAAAAZos/Y9IvFS_9NEgYI5XYcOIMOImh8zSrPXPzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2BNovember%2B17%252C%2B2020.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A pleasant surprise, to taste and texture, came this week when I learned about <i>jícama</i>, which arrived in a Misfits box a couple weeks ago, great by itself or in the lovely&nbsp;<a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/7xgmvgxXXg/">salad</a>&nbsp;by Pioneer Woman. Can you pick out the&nbsp;<i>jícama</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJkSTXrBSo/X7wjiEFpiEI/AAAAAAAAZo0/nL2JtLaJzywhRqr1N15d5sh6p7c34lLhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127270222_10101121334265556_7991578723200262969_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJkSTXrBSo/X7wjiEFpiEI/AAAAAAAAZo0/nL2JtLaJzywhRqr1N15d5sh6p7c34lLhACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/127270222_10101121334265556_7991578723200262969_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another lovely surprise came when my neighbor-friend and I resumed what had been our weekly coffee date. Katie Rich moved her <a href="https://www.theechonews.com/article/2019/11/pursuing-dreams-with-common-grounds">business </a>to a much larger space, and delightfully decorated with so many nooks for us to explore in upcoming visits.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39i76c_7ThQ/X70jcQxt-UI/AAAAAAAAZo8/WfFb6--cR3cCFSWWV_hCLYn62O6T9hYvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/126267492_10101121334145796_6366807776990726572_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39i76c_7ThQ/X70jcQxt-UI/AAAAAAAAZo8/WfFb6--cR3cCFSWWV_hCLYn62O6T9hYvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/126267492_10101121334145796_6366807776990726572_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHHGWMoDQFI/X70jj1C3NkI/AAAAAAAAZpA/Pg3suIEcvnwWpSOW8Z5CKvYVKfEHSLtRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127508432_10101121334195696_1004515441122688843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHHGWMoDQFI/X70jj1C3NkI/AAAAAAAAZpA/Pg3suIEcvnwWpSOW8Z5CKvYVKfEHSLtRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/127508432_10101121334195696_1004515441122688843_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many photos surfaced this week remembering my brother Lynn, three years after his passing. Not long ago I joined a Facebook group sharing memories of our elementary school--EX ALUMNOS DE LA ESCUELA 42 DE DON BOSCO. I posted a couple of pics of Lynn's classes and got quite a few responses. In this one (1957) he is behind and closest to the teacher.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What do you think of our school uniforms? White and starched, a nightmare for mothers! I just noticed that the boys are even wearing ties.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adjplX2UVv8/X70jw9yFkrI/AAAAAAAAZpI/FM8XJggrZCopqUrCIzn_jBYendDU6_hnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1195/23668972_10100509006375556_7042577340268480753_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1195" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adjplX2UVv8/X70jw9yFkrI/AAAAAAAAZpI/FM8XJggrZCopqUrCIzn_jBYendDU6_hnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/23668972_10100509006375556_7042577340268480753_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of his classmates wrote that he was our neighbor and Lynn's good friend. He was sorry to hear of his passing. I had an unidentified photo and asked if he was the one with Lynn. Yes, he said.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-659anraKZRM/X70j3SMNxwI/AAAAAAAAZpQ/UM98pP9cIbobWjN9AxYUeiF33rKh8kt8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s482/Lynn%2Band%2BEnzo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="482" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-659anraKZRM/X70j3SMNxwI/AAAAAAAAZpQ/UM98pP9cIbobWjN9AxYUeiF33rKh8kt8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Lynn%2Band%2BEnzo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I need to ask Enzo whether this was the house he remembers. It was the first one we lived in in that town, Don Bosco, on the outskirts of Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQpcx9wTrfY/X70j9xM8yrI/AAAAAAAAZpU/wjbdLe5e2KwxSI14JoWSbhvIIiMrIR9rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s782/127243133_10101121333706676_8389014564912167088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="552" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQpcx9wTrfY/X70j9xM8yrI/AAAAAAAAZpU/wjbdLe5e2KwxSI14JoWSbhvIIiMrIR9rgCLcBGAsYHQ/w453-h640/127243133_10101121333706676_8389014564912167088_n.jpg" width="453" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan came early a couple of days to try his luck at hunting back in our woods. The deer sadly avoided him. But I enjoyed our breakfast chats after.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvHI1N2TQvk/X71sVHk6u-I/AAAAAAAAZqM/di050t-6GiQbCfdX5ddoK5dym64NomfaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127243133_10101121334095896_306518507406822904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvHI1N2TQvk/X71sVHk6u-I/AAAAAAAAZqM/di050t-6GiQbCfdX5ddoK5dym64NomfaQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/127243133_10101121334095896_306518507406822904_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I spent a delightful afternoon with Rebecca. Her attention span is short which allows for a variety of activities. The Bible story this time was of Jesus washing the disciples' feet, an example of <i>gentleness</i>. Only one more fruit of the Spirit to talk about when Basics resumes after the holidays--<i>self-control</i>, which Rebecca referred to as <i>strongness</i>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPTVLDzgF0/X70kHLngEII/AAAAAAAAZpg/KkdFhYiCOms3QY7Tvp9nmccHylP0-cvcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/126584299_10101121334055976_3734372552118346303_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPTVLDzgF0/X70kHLngEII/AAAAAAAAZpg/KkdFhYiCOms3QY7Tvp9nmccHylP0-cvcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/126584299_10101121334055976_3734372552118346303_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was gone at the time, on yet another overnight camping trip, probably the last one of the year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WID2bLDHg/X70r0aztnUI/AAAAAAAAZp8/KXbYd6Mi62M6e_YwHymc2XbjubqlyIiQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2040/127168576_10224503271832877_4245628291246327668_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1148" data-original-width="2040" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WID2bLDHg/X70r0aztnUI/AAAAAAAAZp8/KXbYd6Mi62M6e_YwHymc2XbjubqlyIiQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/127168576_10224503271832877_4245628291246327668_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday we were remembering Malachi on his 22nd birthday. Of the numerous photos I chose two: the professional cute toddler pic and a selfie of us on my first visit to him when he was a college freshman. He is now in his fourth year at Grace College.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3dAQoR226A/X70pVO_WNAI/AAAAAAAAZp0/EKKIf-idSu8ZF2uu-Wo1-AGUF_uCL0zdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/50272816_10215832493698328_7315828862854627328_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3dAQoR226A/X70pVO_WNAI/AAAAAAAAZp0/EKKIf-idSu8ZF2uu-Wo1-AGUF_uCL0zdACLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h320/50272816_10215832493698328_7315828862854627328_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oYMMS4htTE/X70sCo9G-mI/AAAAAAAAZqA/ryGTVh80QDYUaRkpyDAScHVR1Rq81jXOACLcBGAsYHQ/s800/21272473_10100469839601086_4972843517276641164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oYMMS4htTE/X70sCo9G-mI/AAAAAAAAZqA/ryGTVh80QDYUaRkpyDAScHVR1Rq81jXOACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/21272473_10100469839601086_4972843517276641164_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday we had the delightful visit of friends from nearly fifty years ago. We were together in Germany when I was pregnant with Stephan and Donna with her third. We shared many stories and tried to catch up on our growing families. We also taught them our favorite game, Splendor.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ol75LsO8A/X70kTDJlxhI/AAAAAAAAZpo/CEwKXKeLLoQ8s_FyczY84FEzVF_B6rlcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127436129_10101121333626836_2802460457080648874_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ol75LsO8A/X70kTDJlxhI/AAAAAAAAZpo/CEwKXKeLLoQ8s_FyczY84FEzVF_B6rlcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/127436129_10101121333626836_2802460457080648874_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look who else came along! Kipper was so sweet and well-behaved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnXO-InQGQ0/X70kdRGb4OI/AAAAAAAAZps/g0X_XzHjU_w3uCJLX7WtSajyLoEpphl9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127251007_10101121333671746_6891297433633180178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnXO-InQGQ0/X70kdRGb4OI/AAAAAAAAZps/g0X_XzHjU_w3uCJLX7WtSajyLoEpphl9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/127251007_10101121333671746_6891297433633180178_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was most of our fun for the week. What about you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3UhgxGzUYC4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 45 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-45.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9a401e87-9a19-aceb-212c-9d47974d3d89 Thu, 12 Nov 2020 09:39:31 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's blossoms are dying out. Her brother Ed is very ill and she is caring for his daughter. Instead of a real bouquet, I open with one of Mother's paintings. The gentleman who ran the ARTcare with Grace program, said of her: "Kathryn understands color like no one else." I imagine her now enjoying the vibrant color varieties in heaven.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbf22q7uwvg/X6wD2Cf3SfI/AAAAAAAAZlE/RvFP0e2bl-0kd1EeujzxxYPNr91_tM7ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2015/124598309_10101111346815486_722106261808658102_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1420" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbf22q7uwvg/X6wD2Cf3SfI/AAAAAAAAZlE/RvFP0e2bl-0kd1EeujzxxYPNr91_tM7ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/124598309_10101111346815486_722106261808658102_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next, a forgotten photo from last week: Moriah Cruella deVil. College students enjoy Halloween fun too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vv8-4citAA/X6xch_TU9oI/AAAAAAAAZlM/53sOJ2XNb5g8rTnR1FXibZNdl9_mYNKQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s373/123061195_1759451944210966_1225991264277867815_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="280" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Vv8-4citAA/X6xch_TU9oI/AAAAAAAAZlM/53sOJ2XNb5g8rTnR1FXibZNdl9_mYNKQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123061195_1759451944210966_1225991264277867815_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My projects and accomplishments of the week: the year-end letter, and a good start on the family calendar.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course, the big event of the week was the election. Everyone had varying waiting times. I was there mid-morning and waited in line for at least an hour and a half but had the best time talking with a retired medical missionary to Bangladesh. When Michael went at 1 PM there were only five people ahead of him.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next three days I was feeling rather puny with a sore throat. It was strep, no Covid. Even so, I tried to get out and enjoy the beautiful weather.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first afternoon I walked to the bridge nearby and back, about a mile and a half.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fscrov60dzE/X6xdGmGUUGI/AAAAAAAAZlU/gw67nwQ77-s3flDLc74sbVL2IGu0RgSqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/124623742_10101111344155816_5682329668484263449_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fscrov60dzE/X6xdGmGUUGI/AAAAAAAAZlU/gw67nwQ77-s3flDLc74sbVL2IGu0RgSqwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/124623742_10101111344155816_5682329668484263449_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" title="Mississinewa River" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next two days I wandered through our woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELnarWg7TGA/X6xe7KsodbI/AAAAAAAAZmE/g8aDzzMArxA67M_LlHs0fuM9_DVLk9LdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELnarWg7TGA/X6xe7KsodbI/AAAAAAAAZmE/g8aDzzMArxA67M_LlHs0fuM9_DVLk9LdwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael found time to do a 10-mile hike with the guys. He is very grateful to be able to go that far without much pain and only one half-way rest stop</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics program is picking up. That keeps him well occupied now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7KczBkd6XQ/X6xdi0kYHeI/AAAAAAAAZlg/n3n-JvcxcigRVJ_oNIk4_m1a5k5XXnRsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7KczBkd6XQ/X6xdi0kYHeI/AAAAAAAAZlg/n3n-JvcxcigRVJ_oNIk4_m1a5k5XXnRsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h640/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote>Sam's birthday celebration was Friday, November 6. It did not seem wise for me to go because of my sore throat, but Michael went anyway and took his sister. Diane had a good time; she doesn't get out much and misses family. They got to see the many improvements on the house.</blockquote><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><i>Happy 42nd, Samuel son!&nbsp;</i></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHPYQyxAZ_8/X6xdv6crbgI/AAAAAAAAZlo/coAvGCqu9TkakVGGWn-fJ0ZhkSgkQJPWACLcBGAsYHQ/s1146/124644023_10101111340273596_8602032586230830779_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="1146" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHPYQyxAZ_8/X6xdv6crbgI/AAAAAAAAZlo/coAvGCqu9TkakVGGWn-fJ0ZhkSgkQJPWACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h308/124644023_10101111340273596_8602032586230830779_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>All week long Michael diligently prepared a presentation for a virtual forum Saturday: "Electricity, Electronics, and FRC." He missed riding with the club, but went for a shorter ride later. This beautiful weather cannot be wasted!<div><br /></div><div>The annual Upland Holiday Craft Fair was on, always the first Saturday in November. A friend was able to display and sell some of the knitted-from-scraps items that have accumulated this year over many an evening of TV watching with my honey. Only two sold, so the rest are up for grabs. Take your pick.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_h9GUp5b_s/X6xeChLUsRI/AAAAAAAAZl4/Y3sOgRMB5_gsfJmQByuoOCQGyq_QczmgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1920/Pic%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_h9GUp5b_s/X6xeChLUsRI/AAAAAAAAZl4/Y3sOgRMB5_gsfJmQByuoOCQGyq_QczmgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/Pic%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon was perfect for one last hiking hoorah, just the two of us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GerVR1hVjKw/X61C2REaWrI/AAAAAAAAZmQ/_8_7K1TAu-8GO_UTPhinA8pbKXIvgluYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Collage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1858" data-original-width="2048" height="363" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GerVR1hVjKw/X61C2REaWrI/AAAAAAAAZmQ/_8_7K1TAu-8GO_UTPhinA8pbKXIvgluYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h363/Collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What a wonderful surprise to "see" on Facebook a couple from Barcelona that we worked and fellowshipped with in the early years of our marriage when we lived in Germany, now in their 80s, married 61 years.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>¡Hermosos recuerdos, Dios os bendiga,&nbsp;</i><i style="text-align: left;">Antonio y Eugenia</i><i>!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhE6lrAIGqo/X6xdWiUbKgI/AAAAAAAAZlc/XekSjBccN70eVxY8RTsYoOZEnLaNRJKrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s831/124804039_10101111340039066_5745127673797733996_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhE6lrAIGqo/X6xdWiUbKgI/AAAAAAAAZlc/XekSjBccN70eVxY8RTsYoOZEnLaNRJKrgCLcBGAsYHQ/w231-h400/124804039_10101111340039066_5745127673797733996_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><br /></div><div>We are now well into Week 46, and I am just now posting about Week 45 due to life´s <i>unavoidable interruptions, </i>which I prefer to call God-appointments.&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/FkExs8fuqk4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Celebrate Veterans Day https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:3f075fcc-161f-c724-bcfb-fd1a0d9650b9 Wed, 11 Nov 2020 17:27:48 -0500 <p>This week, we honor the veterans who bravely bring and protect liberty. And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home. Chasing Sunrise is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents. He wore the uniform to [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/">Celebrate Veterans Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>This week, we honor the veterans who bravely bring and protect liberty. And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home.</p> <p><a href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb">Chasing Sunrise</a> is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb"><img loading="lazy" width="667" height="1000" src="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-7784" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w" sizes="(max-width: 667px) 100vw, 667px" /></a><figcaption>Chasing Sunrise</figcaption></figure> <p>He wore the uniform to protect lives, but when an assignment kills a friend he leaves the military life behind. When international killers arrive on his island paradise at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are his skills enough this time to protect those he cares about?</p> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong><a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb" target="_blank">Chasing Sunrise</a>: Veterans&nbsp;Day week only $&nbsp;.99</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><a href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm"><img loading="lazy" width="369" height="499" src="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-7783" srcset="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg 369w, https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg 222w" sizes="(max-width: 369px) 100vw, 369px" /></a><figcaption>The Girl Who Wore Freedom with WW2 photos.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>June 6, 1944, Dany was five years old, when U.S. troops&nbsp;liberated her village from Nazi control. Soldiers established a base on Utah Beach, and befriended the people of Sainte Marie du Mont. Wearing&nbsp;a red, white, and blue&nbsp;dress made from American parachutes&nbsp;at the D-Day celebration, Dany&nbsp;was&nbsp;<a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank">The Girl Who Wore Freedom.</a></p> <p><strong><a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank">The Girl Who Wore Freedom:</a>&nbsp;Veterans&nbsp;Day week only $ 1.99</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Get The Girl Who Wore Freedom Today!</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>Happy reading!</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/">Celebrate Veterans Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Veterans Delivered Liberty https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:bfb8fa33-0e01-785c-18a8-870c124883e8 Mon, 09 Nov 2020 10:06:49 -0500 <p>On November 11, we remember and honor the American veterans who bravely fought for liberty at home and around the world. Danielle Patrix was five-years-old&#160;on June 6, 1944,&#160;when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established Utah Beach near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story: On the day [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">Veterans Delivered Liberty</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr">On November 11, we remember and honor the American veterans who bravely fought for liberty at home and around the world. <strong>Danielle Patrix was five-years-old&nbsp;on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">June 6, 1944,</a>&nbsp;when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">Utah Beach</a> near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story:</strong></p> <p dir="ltr">On the day I was born, France was free.<br /> My mother named me Danielle<br /> and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made.</p> <p>My father held me up in the open window,<br /> so I first heard the sounds of the neighbors<br /> in our village of Sainte Marie du Mont.<br /> I smelled the salt air of the nearby sea.</p> <p>Soon, German soldiers arrived in my country.<br /> Our cobble streets were filled<br /> with the sharp clack-clack of their jack nail boots.<br /> They guarded the beach<br /> and used the church steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>We didn’t have enough food.<br /> My mother, Cecile, didn’t have fabric<br /> to sew clothes for our family.<br /> My family and neighbors<br /> were no longer free to move about.</p> <p>My father, Paul, went far away to England<br /> to fight for France’s freedom.<br /> While he was away, my mother traveled to the<br /> nearby towns where she sold items to buy food for us.<br /> A kind German soldier named Grandpa Paul,<br /> cared for my older brother and me<br /> while Mother was away.<br /> Grandpa Paul knew the French people<br /> had little food and no sugar.<br /> For a treat, he gave me a small glass<br /> with water and sugar.</p> <p>My Papa returned home.<br /> For four years, as I grew up,<br /> my family waited to be free again.<br /> The people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> longed for liberty.</p> <p>In the pre-dawn hours of June 6, 1944,<br /> I woke to the noise of bee-like buzzing.<br /> The boom of planes rolled in from the English Channel,<br /> shaking the church steeple<br /> and rattling Monsieur Blaziot’s Butcher Shop window.<br /> The fumes of airplane engines stung my nose.<br /> I saw the sky&nbsp; filled with green and red<br /> and white parachutes.</p> <p>Mother’s eyes were bright with excitement<br /> as she hurried me into my worn clothes.<br /> Gathered at the window,<br /> my family watched gliders<br /> sweep across the night<br /> and gunfire spit from the church steeple.</p> <p>“Is it possible?” Mother looked hopefully at Papa.<br /> I held Mama’s hand. “What is happening?”<br /> <em>“Les américains, les Anglais.</em>” My father<br /> squeezed my shoulder. “<em>C’est le grand jour.”</em><br /> “The Americans, the English,” Mama repeated.<br /> “They have come,” said my brother, Francis,<br /> “to deliver the big blow.”</p> <p>Papa stepped outside.<br /> One by one, our neighbors came outdoors<br /> until I thought all of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> had spilled from their homes into the night.<br /> I clutched Mama’s hand. “Is it dangerous to go out?”<br /> Mama shook her head. “This is our right.<br /> We remind them not to damage our town.”</p> <p>Too soon I felt sleepy. Tucked back into bed,<br /> my mother’s quilt drawn up to my chin,<br /> I heard Mother go out to stand next to Papa.<br /> I fell asleep to the tat-tat-tatting of guns<br /> and the buzz of airplanes.</p> <p>In the morning, I woke to the sound of … Quiet.<br /> No guns.<br /> No airplanes.<br /> No sharp clack-clack of boots.</p> <p>As the sun rose, my parents, my brother, and I<br /> peered out the window.<br /> A man came from the beach<br /> and calmly crossed the village square.</p> <p>“They landed!” Papa lifted me so I could better see.<br /> I squeezed his neck. “Who?”<br /> “The Americans.” My father went to greet<br /> the newcomer who nodded his thanks.</p> <p>The big American soldier went to the church.<br /> He returned with the four German soldiers<br /> who used the steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>“Last night,” Mama said, “we went to sleep<br /> subjects of Germany and woke Americans.”<br /> “We are free.” Papa and Mama danced a circle<br /> with my brother and me.</p> <p>American soldiers came from the beach.<br /> Looking weary, the men went to the fountain<br /> in our village square<br /> and eagerly drank the cool, clear water.</p> <p>More soldiers arrived on foot from Utah Beach.<br /> They passed right by my house<br /> that stood where the village and the beach met.<br /> With my parents and brother,<br /> I stood along the street to greet<br /> the American soldiers who fought bravely.</p> <p>I had never seen Americans.<br /> Perhaps the Americans<br /> had never seen French people.</p> <p>The American soldiers smiled.<br /> I waved back.<br /> Passing by, the men reached into the packs<br /> they carried and gave me<br /> gum, chocolate, and candies.</p> <p>The day my village was liberated<br /> was the first time I tasted chocolate and candy.<br /> Small and round with a hole in the center,<br /> my favorite came in orange, lemon, and cherry.<br /> They were Lifesavers and they were all delicious.</p> <p>With my apron filled, I ran indoors,<br /> dumped the treats onto the quilt on my bed,<br /> and dashed back outside<br /> to see the first tank rumble past our home<br /> and through Sainte Marie du Mont.</p> <p>In the following days,<br /> some American soldiers continued past our village.<br /> Others built a temporary port on Utah Beach<br /> to provide supplies for the soldiers<br /> fighting to liberate other towns.</p> <p>The grateful French people<br /> of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> invited the American soldiers<br /> into our homes for meals.<br /> We made them part of our families.</p> <p>Three soldiers who often visited our family<br /> were “Tall Larry,” “Big Smitty,” and<br /> Harry Kropnicki. Harry’s wife, Eleanor,<br /> was an American journalist who wrote<br /> about the new girl in her husband’s life.<br /> Harry’s new girl was five-year-old me.</p> <p>The Americans shared canned pineapples.<br /> They gave their torn parachutes to my mother.<br /> Red parachutes had delivered weapons,<br /> and white parachutes delivered the men.</p> <p>Mother used the yards and yards of silk<br /> to sew shirts and aprons.<br /> From red and white parachutes,<br /> she fashioned a dress for me<br /> that looked like an American Flag.</p> <p>In November of 1944, the port closed.<br /> Our American friends left gifts<br /> – an Army jacket and the flag of freedom<br /> that flew over Utah Beach.</p> <p>Eventually the Americans returned to their own<br /> homes and families in the United States.<br /> But my family and I always remembered them<br /> and the liberty they won for us.</p> <p>In the spring of 1945,<br /> the people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> celebrated our freedom<br /> with a D-Day ceremony on Utah Beach.<br /> I wore my American flag dress made from parachutes.<br /> In my new dress I was, “The Girl Who Wore Freedom.”</p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">The Girl Who Wore Freedom, </a>including original photos, is available. </strong></p> <p><strong>Get your copy <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">HERE</a>.</strong></p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2"><img loading="lazy" src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg" width="322" height="436" data-file-id="6073577" data-cke-saved-src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg"></a></p> <p><strong><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> is also available <a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">in French</a>.&nbsp;</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">Get your copy of La Fille En Robe Liberté HERE</a></strong></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">Veterans Delivered Liberty</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding Page Numbers to Your Manuscript https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/11/07/lets-get-tech-y-adding-page-numbers-to-your-manuscript/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:ad958921-32cc-77f5-6945-98d18743419a Sat, 07 Nov 2020 21:35:03 -0500 Do them once, and they will appear on every page. The magic of Microsoft Word makes it fairly simple to add page numbers &#8212; but there&#8217;s always something that could be confusing. Last week you created a template. Open that template and give it a title. Push &#8220;Save As&#8221; and then decide where on your [&#8230;] Week 44 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-44.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:8e1f7992-9ef7-39e1-5496-11c98a1a9aa2 Tue, 03 Nov 2020 19:56:08 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karin labeled this bouquet "The last touches of summer." She thinks they may be the last blooms. I told her my blog readers are thankful for the beautiful flowers she shared with us over a period of months now.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdb0lR6fCxw/X6HIjOWn0NI/AAAAAAAAZjY/csLUUkH2DeINHz9Br2XIPaHQVYGhbZhWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_bouquet%2B11-1-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdb0lR6fCxw/X6HIjOWn0NI/AAAAAAAAZjY/csLUUkH2DeINHz9Br2XIPaHQVYGhbZhWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_bouquet%2B11-1-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I worked steadily on the chapter to present to the Writers' Bloc on Thursday. Michael, meanwhile kept the 3D printer humming away building parts to repair and/or improve pieces of equipment for the robotics shop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqRKM9dVN2I/X6HI0wHy-1I/AAAAAAAAZjg/AbxeQilD6IQjEQfjGq3ZSFd5DZAFsCnwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123660625_10101106699329086_487697970155665462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqRKM9dVN2I/X6HI0wHy-1I/AAAAAAAAZjg/AbxeQilD6IQjEQfjGq3ZSFd5DZAFsCnwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123660625_10101106699329086_487697970155665462_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week was Eastbrook schools' fall break. Instead of the regular Basics program that Rebecca and I work on together, we went to the Fun Fest at church. She came over early wearing her cat outfit for the event. She then wanted to play the part. She was Pearl the Cat and I was to lead her around on a leash in the woods. She only responded with meows and I was supposed to distinguish a Yes-meow from a No-meow. Later, Pearl insisted on eating like a cat from a plate on the floor. I do believe she has acting skills.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24usghghK00/X6HJry2Q48I/AAAAAAAAZjw/I8TuCr7fbzQoZd1A7cbPdMfzfC4l8IvmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123571541_10101106699578586_4022295203893626778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24usghghK00/X6HJry2Q48I/AAAAAAAAZjw/I8TuCr7fbzQoZd1A7cbPdMfzfC4l8IvmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123571541_10101106699578586_4022295203893626778_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">We met Emily, Rebecca's Basics Jr. leader, who calls her every week after we've watched the Bible story video and worked on the activities. The Fun Fest was held outdoors, with a series of stations where kids could do an activity and earn candy and prizes. The last one was a hay ride. The evening weather was perfect for the event.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoNDsqnxVYM/X6HI_ZOYJuI/AAAAAAAAZjk/MCzcYsHcwngcwOAJEmid1KxgL0wBtH5hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123565768_10101106699548646_1202936330394022686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NoNDsqnxVYM/X6HI_ZOYJuI/AAAAAAAAZjk/MCzcYsHcwngcwOAJEmid1KxgL0wBtH5hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123565768_10101106699548646_1202936330394022686_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday afternoon, Michael and I enjoyed a hike through a nearby private. The course was beautiful though a bit challenging with hills and creeks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8stsc8Z9J8/X6H6i4CaWBI/AAAAAAAAZks/QOQkZw1jfYE8RpTKOBKiCzjxTgPAMS1JwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123764566_10101106699279186_435592962223414313_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="327" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8stsc8Z9J8/X6H6i4CaWBI/AAAAAAAAZks/QOQkZw1jfYE8RpTKOBKiCzjxTgPAMS1JwCLcBGAsYHQ/w436-h327/123764566_10101106699279186_435592962223414313_n.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Saturday I volunteered at the local Helping Hand store. Michael went riding as always. and after went directly to a graduation celebration for a former robotics team member, Jessica. It was an outdoor event with a Halloween flavor.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjSVygizVN0/X6HLGvScHVI/AAAAAAAAZkA/pNuyDPL8-0gkmvpMShNUaifr1psQGqEJwCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123653183_10101106698650446_4040742119006883921_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="295" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjSVygizVN0/X6HLGvScHVI/AAAAAAAAZkA/pNuyDPL8-0gkmvpMShNUaifr1psQGqEJwCLcBGAsYHQ/w393-h295/123653183_10101106698650446_4040742119006883921_n.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah came over to get wood for her bonfire. Her Halloween costume was in progress.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruafzzK4kww/X6HLo9UBfNI/AAAAAAAAZkY/ZqTYOXg0SsUli5MhQrfg_U48VCdJMA1ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123193376_10101106699239266_3416273288370817676_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="364" height="447" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruafzzK4kww/X6HLo9UBfNI/AAAAAAAAZkY/ZqTYOXg0SsUli5MhQrfg_U48VCdJMA1ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/w271-h447/123193376_10101106699239266_3416273288370817676_n.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later, on Facebook I saw the finished effect and her welcoming decor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDFmRtR6cP8/X6HLv5YGF8I/AAAAAAAAZkc/sflSLK6DPRwqjzgMKH2TM6omkD_QjJejACLcBGAsYHQ/s600/123423705_10101106698595556_5328043475444443478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDFmRtR6cP8/X6HLv5YGF8I/AAAAAAAAZkc/sflSLK6DPRwqjzgMKH2TM6omkD_QjJejACLcBGAsYHQ/w297-h396/123423705_10101106698595556_5328043475444443478_n.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Our grands and greats came by later. Can you see Rebecca's theatrical skills? Look at those cat claws!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZQYNwbQ4sg/X6HLRDoa65I/AAAAAAAAZkE/tpO7gWrR4gMrVoHkv23iP0T1Ljivov_0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123617911_10101106699114516_8270519322152072586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZQYNwbQ4sg/X6HLRDoa65I/AAAAAAAAZkE/tpO7gWrR4gMrVoHkv23iP0T1Ljivov_0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w297-h396/123617911_10101106699114516_8270519322152072586_n.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to see Skye, a.k.a. Pooh Bear,&nbsp; and his little family, Kanga and Roo. I was especially pleased that Kalani remembered me, came to me and sweetly leaned his head on mine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_n894nMIA/X6HLYEwKDCI/AAAAAAAAZkM/aNI7yNO_XbQoLFQCzmUWj0cBOR1fGgCxACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123598689_10101106699004736_436761099932778498_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3_n894nMIA/X6HLYEwKDCI/AAAAAAAAZkM/aNI7yNO_XbQoLFQCzmUWj0cBOR1fGgCxACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123598689_10101106699004736_436761099932778498_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I failed to get a photo of Matt and Kayla. However, I dug an old one to post for their anniversary on Sunday, November 1.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Matthew Kern, long ago bewitched by Kayla, married her nine years ago. Happy Anniversary!"&nbsp;</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qZAIjmTOFg/X6HMCcUn0FI/AAAAAAAAZkk/-qYNSeP_UFo-dLo6MCKMzgNnGCG8gCINgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/123677132_10101106699628486_1764370710951003100_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="665" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qZAIjmTOFg/X6HMCcUn0FI/AAAAAAAAZkk/-qYNSeP_UFo-dLo6MCKMzgNnGCG8gCINgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123677132_10101106699628486_1764370710951003100_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ZioQeFUtoFA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Formatting Your Manuscript https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/10/31/lets-get-tech-y-formatting-your-manuscript/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:efc91bcf-c1bf-5220-e76f-720fe16c6f0a Sat, 31 Oct 2020 20:12:05 -0400 I write on this blog often about the joys and pains of writing&#8211;of just getting those words on the pages. I also write often about editing those words (in fact, I wrote a book about it). I also teach it in the Professional Writing major at Taylor University. But there comes a time when all [&#8230;] Writing, walks, visitors https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/writing-walks-visitors.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ce47fbd9-e857-624d-ff8b-a1d89e1dbe64 Thu, 29 Oct 2020 01:04:22 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm late reporting on Week 43 as I was very focused on the chapter I was writing. The deadline I set for myself was fast approaching! About a month ago I said I'd be ready to present at Writers' Bloc by the end of the month. Whew! That took a lot of fascinating research!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So what happened last week? Trying to remember. . . not many photos to help.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karin's flowers are still coming. She titled this bouquet "Dahlia Delight."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9iY25sQ96Q/X5jJgPEl0qI/AAAAAAAAZhU/8ppFdbm8kuAKtLvFAR-ADuhVJyiWdEUYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-25-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9iY25sQ96Q/X5jJgPEl0qI/AAAAAAAAZhU/8ppFdbm8kuAKtLvFAR-ADuhVJyiWdEUYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-25-20.jpg" /></a></div><p>I had a dahlia plant I brought in to enjoy longer. Don't know whether it will make it.</p><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV712SntlK0/X5jJxAemzWI/AAAAAAAAZhc/GZpVABXFIYUiRBBo3TQXLtesgDeJ9xbrACLcBGAsYHQ/s699/122876214_10101102039497426_3711758781502454600_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="699" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV712SntlK0/X5jJxAemzWI/AAAAAAAAZhc/GZpVABXFIYUiRBBo3TQXLtesgDeJ9xbrACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122876214_10101102039497426_3711758781502454600_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah has had more free time this semester it seems. One day she decided to make apple fritters! Then she invited an engineering student we had not met, one of the few females in the department.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYqBfOKoG8Y/X5jKF041xSI/AAAAAAAAZhk/lhwv4xQ0ku8hRLr2yz4FJbLE6HN3FWYDACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122844191_10101102037601226_8004109781971633892_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYqBfOKoG8Y/X5jKF041xSI/AAAAAAAAZhk/lhwv4xQ0ku8hRLr2yz4FJbLE6HN3FWYDACLcBGAsYHQ/w411-h308/122844191_10101102037601226_8004109781971633892_n.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca and I enjoyed a walk in the beautiful outdoors, then painted some rocks we found. We watched the Bible story video for Basics Jr. about how King David showed kindness to the crippled son of his best friend by inviting him to live with him in the palace and eat at his table. The name Mephibosheth was a challenge to pronounce for both Rebecca and Emily&nbsp;her leader when they had their phone conversation.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZYEereIMqk/X5ofbaqdpsI/AAAAAAAAZik/1mnUfM5NvnchlEKe2gVlI7apQm-hz_piQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122908252_10101102038748926_7766997761405662794_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="549" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZYEereIMqk/X5ofbaqdpsI/AAAAAAAAZik/1mnUfM5NvnchlEKe2gVlI7apQm-hz_piQCLcBGAsYHQ/w411-h549/122908252_10101102038748926_7766997761405662794_n.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another delightful walk on a beautiful afternoon, this time Michael and Moriah joined me to see what the the Upland trail was like.&nbsp;</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akgahWP7b3c/X5jMAWR4h2I/AAAAAAAAZiM/VKifRfGgCp0GpJmTIgewXV35ekhUSjT7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Trail%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="477" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akgahWP7b3c/X5jMAWR4h2I/AAAAAAAAZiM/VKifRfGgCp0GpJmTIgewXV35ekhUSjT7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w477-h477/Trail%2BCollage.jpg" width="477" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had already come back from his Saturday bicycle ride, the second near 40 mile distance for the week. He continues to busy himself on many fronts, cutting and gathering wood, looking after the bees and caring for many tasks needing done. He is also working on fixing and improving some of the robotics' shop equipment by using a newly given 3D printer set up in his office. (Can you find both of us in this photo?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDevRugaek8/X5pJEAWZrZI/AAAAAAAAZi0/ldzjtP8cvekIs6dobri3RT46dvak5NtdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s838/123130078_10101103531876686_9131285655451381971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="489" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SDevRugaek8/X5pJEAWZrZI/AAAAAAAAZi0/ldzjtP8cvekIs6dobri3RT46dvak5NtdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/123130078_10101103531876686_9131285655451381971_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our daughter visited us old folks one evening! What an honor!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRmp7dsnE5g/X5ou9jLC_zI/AAAAAAAAZis/tNY_K4Eo4J0mx0lXATjWV6-9U5thszZpACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Visitor%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1372" data-original-width="2048" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRmp7dsnE5g/X5ou9jLC_zI/AAAAAAAAZis/tNY_K4Eo4J0mx0lXATjWV6-9U5thszZpACLcBGAsYHQ/w475-h318/Visitor%2BCollage.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to meet some of Moriah's Chic-Fil-A co-workers when we went to an open house for former robotics friends.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR-1xEUcJl0/X5pKkz36FfI/AAAAAAAAZi8/jPTgtepkXvYeChbipfo_4cc6cXJxcEyRgCLcBGAsYHQ/s796/123298236_10101103531801836_2183194075046461913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="796" height="327" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR-1xEUcJl0/X5pKkz36FfI/AAAAAAAAZi8/jPTgtepkXvYeChbipfo_4cc6cXJxcEyRgCLcBGAsYHQ/w466-h327/123298236_10101103531801836_2183194075046461913_n.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">About robotics--meetings start up next week in an effort to rebuild the team and resume the program.</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/kfizzULxHws" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Outdoor Fun https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/cousin-karin-says-her-flowers-are.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:253af16e-1875-a6cb-4966-597866035d39 Tue, 20 Oct 2020 16:16:29 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says her flowers are waning but we'll enjoy them as long as possible. The vanilla strawberry hydrangeas are turning pink and a few zinnias linger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdOzxuoCxVE/X43cuYEBvxI/AAAAAAAAZfc/kcD4EeUpmT08zR0HhU6qH3g1U_u0oDoLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-18-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdOzxuoCxVE/X43cuYEBvxI/AAAAAAAAZfc/kcD4EeUpmT08zR0HhU6qH3g1U_u0oDoLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-18-20.jpg" /></a></div><br />This week was Fall Break for some of our Muncie kids. Sam planned a getaway for them as a couple and the boys were with us from Monday to Wednesday. When they were dropped off here around noon, they all went down to see another sleeping option, the new pull out couch. They tried it out for a silly family photo.&nbsp;<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MG9s5nyNqoE/X432PE8divI/AAAAAAAAZfk/82ifIeMnoakusp3QrF_NUMKU37CXOgB5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/Family%2Bnap%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="2400" height="311" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MG9s5nyNqoE/X432PE8divI/AAAAAAAAZfk/82ifIeMnoakusp3QrF_NUMKU37CXOgB5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w622-h311/Family%2Bnap%2BCollage.jpg" width="622" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That afternoon, Elijah helped grandpa with cutting and stacking wood for winter. Meanwhile the younger two had fun swinging around the tree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4_07FhoX4s/X432Y5MZUhI/AAAAAAAAZfo/MttVbA3XFg8V6pcjQXDwmsiUtzRHNmKyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/wood%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="625" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l4_07FhoX4s/X432Y5MZUhI/AAAAAAAAZfo/MttVbA3XFg8V6pcjQXDwmsiUtzRHNmKyQCLcBGAsYHQ/w313-h625/wood%2BCollage.jpg" width="313" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYw7wxdbBOI/X432ZFpKw7I/AAAAAAAAZfs/7A6bBWZpT50WKK0rpVPoYMuDvcnjkG-tQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/tree%2Bswing%2BCollage.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="607" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYw7wxdbBOI/X432ZFpKw7I/AAAAAAAAZfs/7A6bBWZpT50WKK0rpVPoYMuDvcnjkG-tQCLcBGAsYHQ/w303-h607/tree%2Bswing%2BCollage.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening, we enjoyed Stephan's good food and fun fellowship with a larger group than usual, including Ruby (Elijah's girlfriend) who was able to join us.<br />After the meal, while we were chatting on and on, the young boys built several Lego vehicles that connect and even came up with a name for their inventive enterprise.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVnLloC4ino/X432j6JwdnI/AAAAAAAAZf0/1nEzyRgX7owIAIqRK0Mvmbfcg2O63JXTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s725/122181760_10101096805671056_8679694140833667615_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="725" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVnLloC4ino/X432j6JwdnI/AAAAAAAAZf0/1nEzyRgX7owIAIqRK0Mvmbfcg2O63JXTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w370-h326/122181760_10101096805671056_8679694140833667615_n.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Tuesday after lunch Grandpa and boys left in a car loaded down with camping gear for an overnight experience at Salamonie Reservoir. I think they had a good time enjoying the outdoors.&nbsp;<br />Elijah liked his own tent, but was cold in the night, very unusual for him. Nights out camping tend to feel very long, unending.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKq2WbQtEsM/X432qAM2QEI/AAAAAAAAZgA/8wRMXVhuPzcXSqByg8meP0L5vbEtLQrFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1549/Camping%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1549" data-original-width="1200" height="491" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKq2WbQtEsM/X432qAM2QEI/AAAAAAAAZgA/8wRMXVhuPzcXSqByg8meP0L5vbEtLQrFACLcBGAsYHQ/w380-h491/Camping%2BCollage.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They arrived back Wednesday in time for our SAC (Senior Activities Center) meal. The after-lunch activity was to sort plastic caps and lids to be made into the park benches still needed for the Upland trail. The boys were very helpful and we easily got through enough to fill two large trash bins.&nbsp; <br />When we got back to the house, all either slept or played video games quietly all afternoon.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Dad-Sam arrived to pick them up, there was one activity left to do--go down the zipline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei3_yPdhHhM/X4324TVTe2I/AAAAAAAAZgI/qD0L8u5R7gc6iCWx81ccj7JAM97T7ct6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1069/zip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="700" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei3_yPdhHhM/X4324TVTe2I/AAAAAAAAZgI/qD0L8u5R7gc6iCWx81ccj7JAM97T7ct6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w350-h534/zip%2Bline%2BCollage.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The rest of the week was quiet, restful and somewhat productive. I got back to research and writing, learning about the Bible Coach, specially built and outfitted to carry colporteurs from town to town. I have fond memories of this unique vehicle used for evangelization&nbsp;in Argentina from 1920 to 1956.&nbsp;It promises to be a fun&nbsp;chapter!<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLUQbZ1a034/X48_M9iS6eI/AAAAAAAAZgw/giBGg7n515g2lCE64kTbaKb1vlzRYJ54QCLcBGAsYHQ/s998/Coche%2Bb%25C3%25ADblico%2Bfoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="998" height="216" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLUQbZ1a034/X48_M9iS6eI/AAAAAAAAZgw/giBGg7n515g2lCE64kTbaKb1vlzRYJ54QCLcBGAsYHQ/w421-h216/Coche%2Bb%25C3%25ADblico%2Bfoto.jpg" width="421" /></a></div><br /><div><div>Michael keeps plugging away at his many chores to do with wood, bees, house maintenance, helping others. He also packed away all the camping gear and is steadily sorting through the accumulations in his den. (I need to do the same in my area in the loft.)</div><div>Long bicycle rides on Saturdays are still on, but start an hour later. This allowed him to attend and help cook for the men's breakfast at church before joining the Muncie riders.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I walked the two-mile trail and stayed for the the first (hopefully annual) Fall Festival at the trailhead. What a surprise to meet up with eight other family members: Stephan and Karen were on their way home from two days away in Pokagon State Park, and most of our Upland kids were there. I was having camera issues, in addition to bright daylight which made it difficult to see what I was capturing on the screen. End result: I missed some great shots and cut off some heads. How many family members can you detect?</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns3q7hmlTug/X433J8Hns4I/AAAAAAAAZgU/lBp_bhtAHPsl55XZZJWOQ03G9fxz1daJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Fall%2Bfestival%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="2048" height="316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ns3q7hmlTug/X433J8Hns4I/AAAAAAAAZgU/lBp_bhtAHPsl55XZZJWOQ03G9fxz1daJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w592-h316/Fall%2Bfestival%2BCollage.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon Michael took me to one of the trails he hiked in an area by Salamonie Lake. We walked over 11,000 steps! Beautiful area!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcSCevaUVks/X433V73HyBI/AAAAAAAAZgY/QMo1myaISIEhMmEW5gcx-kc24RaBgEmuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Hiking%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="563" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcSCevaUVks/X433V73HyBI/AAAAAAAAZgY/QMo1myaISIEhMmEW5gcx-kc24RaBgEmuACLcBGAsYHQ/w394-h563/Hiking%2BCollage.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I've enjoyed a couple watercolor tutorials this week! This one was a favorite.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSEu7UF0PNg/X433ejKRNiI/AAAAAAAAZgg/vGeZHLwXOO85sPaEIPmihqVXu6roHI7gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSEu7UF0PNg/X433ejKRNiI/AAAAAAAAZgg/vGeZHLwXOO85sPaEIPmihqVXu6roHI7gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I discovered a Facebook post featuring Stephan carving a giant pumpkin last week. Glad he was able to enjoy an artistic activity again!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWL6z35MmhE/X487wJfB2PI/AAAAAAAAZgo/MpX-eLtnAVIVNaHZ_9UFLRrbrU7RDNxWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/pumpkin%2Bcarving.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWL6z35MmhE/X487wJfB2PI/AAAAAAAAZgo/MpX-eLtnAVIVNaHZ_9UFLRrbrU7RDNxWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h414/pumpkin%2Bcarving.png" width="552" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How have you enjoyed outdoor or creative activities this week?<br /></div></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xCM530RZtdw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Birthdays and more camping https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/birthdays-and-more-camping.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6a3c8a34-c28c-d43e-5678-3ea0bb87fa83 Tue, 13 Oct 2020 23:36:58 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karin´s weekly pic tells me the leaves are turning in Tennessee also, even though her flowers are more muted pastels.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFgRWHODmL8/X4OzUoHjapI/AAAAAAAAZdE/OJf3X1M-CywrJRky3YGpfcbv0F9ygSIRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-11-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFgRWHODmL8/X4OzUoHjapI/AAAAAAAAZdE/OJf3X1M-CywrJRky3YGpfcbv0F9ygSIRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B10-11-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In our area, we had the most colorful week thus far--fleeting autumn beauty. We are making the most of the lovely weather for both work and play. Michael is steadily cutting and gathering wood for the winter. There is a plentiful supply of dead trees in our woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbXDWZdBTBg/X4ZexwDJfvI/AAAAAAAAZeY/S9b0gTAz0FsOfEoJB6mlgNEzu2b361UfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2400/Wood%2Bpile%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1200" height="717" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbXDWZdBTBg/X4ZexwDJfvI/AAAAAAAAZeY/S9b0gTAz0FsOfEoJB6mlgNEzu2b361UfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w359-h717/Wood%2Bpile%2BCollage.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My research material is growing almost at the same rate as the wood pile. This week a friend in Argentina, who is also working on the history of the mission, heard of my interest and began sending me numerous documents. This valuable resource is comparable in quantity to the dead trees in our woods!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are two October birthdays in the family--our oldest and youngest grandchildren. Kayla was 29 on the 5th, and Jude eight on the 8th. We met Kayla for lunch on Monday, ever delightful.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVJOX6YeJo0/X4Zv26DhHQI/AAAAAAAAZew/-bdCFAvDVqUe5L5ziPL8nFaXMkH7HYNkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s625/1375222_818168897426_769824726_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="625" height="327" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVJOX6YeJo0/X4Zv26DhHQI/AAAAAAAAZew/-bdCFAvDVqUe5L5ziPL8nFaXMkH7HYNkwCLcBGAsYHQ/w328-h327/1375222_818168897426_769824726_n.png" width="328" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Spdk_PYVpc/X4Ozh9iv4qI/AAAAAAAAZdM/IMA0TBVgbqQ14rDuC9FFzkD41o9w6tERACLcBGAsYHQ/s1732/120644614_3427184000704445_3880730819273768755_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1732" data-original-width="933" height="409" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Spdk_PYVpc/X4Ozh9iv4qI/AAAAAAAAZdM/IMA0TBVgbqQ14rDuC9FFzkD41o9w6tERACLcBGAsYHQ/w220-h409/120644614_3427184000704445_3880730819273768755_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">This photo of Jude when he was one may explain why he is an advanced reader now!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two camping adventures completed our week. Michael went backpacking with a couple of friends in the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.fs.usda.gov/recarea/hoosier/recarea/?recid=41554">Charles C. Deam Wilderness</a>&nbsp;in the Hoosier National Forest. The 100 year-old ruins they came across must have fascinating stories to tell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FC0IJvLYZYY/X4O8wGY_v7I/AAAAAAAAZdY/g9mV9r6IPbousC8O0VBInzRAU5_GWEg_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/C%2BDeam%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="709" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FC0IJvLYZYY/X4O8wGY_v7I/AAAAAAAAZdY/g9mV9r6IPbousC8O0VBInzRAU5_GWEg_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w496-h709/C%2BDeam%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Last week, when <i>abuelo </i>got back from one of his camping trips, Rebecca asked if he would take her next time. We decided to have a practice experience in our woods Friday. We walked the trail, found treasures, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, and slept comfortably all night.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3yvsw2csoY/X4O86Js0MyI/AAAAAAAAZdc/lwe5_ReUV-cuhm7v323RJxglTjZWJGQTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Rebecca%2527s%2Bcamp%2Beve%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="682" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3yvsw2csoY/X4O86Js0MyI/AAAAAAAAZdc/lwe5_ReUV-cuhm7v323RJxglTjZWJGQTACLcBGAsYHQ/w476-h682/Rebecca%2527s%2Bcamp%2Beve%2BCollage.jpg" width="476" /></i></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />However, Michael/<i>abuelo&nbsp;</i>was up early to go riding with his Muncie friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATQBPXbzv5I/X4O9QxLpIII/AAAAAAAAZdo/7PIAB81MAlAiG6eiN2FEvpEw6uLokanpACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/121064449_3504669569554901_2231122218573267963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="2048" height="159" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATQBPXbzv5I/X4O9QxLpIII/AAAAAAAAZdo/7PIAB81MAlAiG6eiN2FEvpEw6uLokanpACLcBGAsYHQ/w958-h159/121064449_3504669569554901_2231122218573267963_n.jpg" width="958" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekend wrapped up Sunday with another concert in the park, a marimba ensemble this time. Can you guess how many instruments they brought?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1UQ-MiWUTE/X4ZsAhAtVwI/AAAAAAAAZeo/yd6-y48jwwYmnncPOZLR3MRjxp_XSiVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/MPO%2Bmarimbas%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1772" height="521" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1UQ-MiWUTE/X4ZsAhAtVwI/AAAAAAAAZeo/yd6-y48jwwYmnncPOZLR3MRjxp_XSiVVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w451-h521/MPO%2Bmarimbas%2BCollage.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah invited us for an evening meal of tacos. The red bush in their yard was perfect for a photo-op!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTl7xTVb3WE/X4O9siyhsGI/AAAAAAAAZdw/snFnOKcsDhEczJEsll4yJKEpK1nDZKTvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/121192449_2781012268810504_2660187769835725550_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="341" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTl7xTVb3WE/X4O9siyhsGI/AAAAAAAAZdw/snFnOKcsDhEczJEsll4yJKEpK1nDZKTvQCLcBGAsYHQ/w455-h341/121192449_2781012268810504_2660187769835725550_n.jpg" width="455" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That's all for Week 41. Only eleven more to go in 2020!&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8z3FgeaEDk0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 40 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/10/week-40.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2819b64b-6161-12a1-a739-ac7ac9cbff92 Wed, 07 Oct 2020 13:17:08 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wonder how long cousin Karin is able to provide a Sunday bouquet for her church?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MOOew2xLs/X30ceUoPb5I/AAAAAAAAZbs/S2ySXm8qKNgCRa8nrI72UdFCu3A_saLJACLcBGAsYHQ/s935/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B10-4-20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="919" data-original-width="935" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MOOew2xLs/X30ceUoPb5I/AAAAAAAAZbs/S2ySXm8qKNgCRa8nrI72UdFCu3A_saLJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B10-4-20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In our area there was a frost advisory early on in the week so I began to bring in the many plants. Relocating them, finding the right spot for each one, is a challenge each year as they grow and multiply throughout the summer. This is the beginning of the houseplant migration.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBDcVjrm6LY/X30ctBDsOlI/AAAAAAAAZbw/oN25udnn5r08rjlnApj5herE9Z28gFx4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120851778_10101086614873496_5093651489774970822_n.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="304" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBDcVjrm6LY/X30ctBDsOlI/AAAAAAAAZbw/oN25udnn5r08rjlnApj5herE9Z28gFx4ACLcBGAsYHQ/w406-h304/120851778_10101086614873496_5093651489774970822_n.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, September 27, marked a milestone in our youngest grandson's life. Jude will be eight years-old next week. His heart has been tender toward the things of God. From the time he invited Jesus Christ into his heart, he has been wanting to make this life choice public through baptism. The family learned there would be baptisms that day when they arrived at church!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v15lpNukz7c/X30YhiuX5AI/AAAAAAAAZbc/PSSTI3CLu3ECVAHg6R6fl4K-6c13U8ezwCLcBGAsYHQ/s476/Jude%2Bbaptism.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="476" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v15lpNukz7c/X30YhiuX5AI/AAAAAAAAZbc/PSSTI3CLu3ECVAHg6R6fl4K-6c13U8ezwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Jude%2Bbaptism.jpg" width="320" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the last week of daily 30" trips to Marion for Leah's 3" radiation treatment. It was also when the skin burns appeared and multiplied. Though painful, Leah's attitude was one of gratitude that her skin had held up that long, and that the end was near! <br />Indeed, graduation day was Friday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUtO2E5SM_w/X33G6Pg5RAI/AAAAAAAAZc0/eetAgHJE60UqyQyLt370MhS19muX4MXmACLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/Leah%2527s%2Bmilestone%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2508" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUtO2E5SM_w/X33G6Pg5RAI/AAAAAAAAZc0/eetAgHJE60UqyQyLt370MhS19muX4MXmACLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h276/Leah%2527s%2Bmilestone%2BCollage.jpg" width="552" /></a></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will miss those times together sharing about our days. And will have fewer opportunities to see Kalani. We stopped by the kids' place a couple times on our way. On one occasion, "little man" (as Leah calls him) was waking up and just stared at Nana and then&nbsp;<i>abuela, </i>and back and forth. I had labeled this pic "Sleepyhead and His Sweet Mama." Destiny corrected me, "struggling mama" she said. How many of you remember those demanding days with little ones?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfawmtZVt2E/X332-85ZRiI/AAAAAAAAZc8/PRDIzqE94TEbfY5RteVj94DmxDWO6vCTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120948145_10101086614963316_1020639447914897757_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="612" height="407" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfawmtZVt2E/X332-85ZRiI/AAAAAAAAZc8/PRDIzqE94TEbfY5RteVj94DmxDWO6vCTQCLcBGAsYHQ/w259-h407/120948145_10101086614963316_1020639447914897757_n.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week was my <i>alma mater,</i>&nbsp;Grace College and Seminary's 2020 Stay-coming, Throughout the week we could watch interesting videos highlighting programs, people, and progress. I participated in two events: a virtual 5K, and a 45+ Year Class Reunion Zoom meeting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Wednesday, a writer-friend joined me for an enjoyable walk/jog 5K. Notice, I am wearing Grace colors!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SMfxQQtzN4/X30c_FLRHhI/AAAAAAAAZb8/WXdqaQxU_fQ5wT7vnnT-xCSrDlhM3O6cQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120846278_10101086614903436_8811583557534455586_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SMfxQQtzN4/X30c_FLRHhI/AAAAAAAAZb8/WXdqaQxU_fQ5wT7vnnT-xCSrDlhM3O6cQCLcBGAsYHQ/w392-h294/120846278_10101086614903436_8811583557534455586_n.jpg" width="392" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have no photos of the Zoom meeting, only good memories of faces and stories, new and old, and praise to God for all that He has been doing through the many lives impacted by the training we received at Grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is making the most of the Autumn weather and extra time before robotics starts back up. He went camping twice this week! Wednesday, another solo hike to Salamonie's primitive camp sites, same trail as last week. He loves being out in nature but was surprised to find out that he quite enjoys the solitude as well.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xnCwXjBpSE/X30fIwqx1zI/AAAAAAAAZcM/4SIPP9eEpb0MOXk0a3hLDPwrETXFTgtngCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/camp%2Bviews%2BCollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="612" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4xnCwXjBpSE/X30fIwqx1zI/AAAAAAAAZcM/4SIPP9eEpb0MOXk0a3hLDPwrETXFTgtngCLcBGAsYHQ/w612-h612/camp%2Bviews%2BCollage.jpg" width="612" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I went to Elijah's last soccer game, watched him for awhile, chatted with Sam, and then left early. We were increasingly cold as the sun went down,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eFx9qxSy1Q/X30dMvYqjdI/AAAAAAAAZcA/LEw5-ToagXE7itSnvvg5r6NWEGl0VB4HgCLcBGAsYHQ/s574/Elijah%2Bsoccer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="360" height="403" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eFx9qxSy1Q/X30dMvYqjdI/AAAAAAAAZcA/LEw5-ToagXE7itSnvvg5r6NWEGl0VB4HgCLcBGAsYHQ/w253-h403/Elijah%2Bsoccer.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, Rebecca came over to watch the Basics Jr. Bible story video and work on the activities together. We practiced the theme verse and framed it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j3Y6axkivo/X30hWkXPYqI/AAAAAAAAZcU/v5ASzrf45KE9-Vx0MQok_AEcl8HhIZ9xACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120955213_10101088040187156_7451792583959918904_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="353" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j3Y6axkivo/X30hWkXPYqI/AAAAAAAAZcU/v5ASzrf45KE9-Vx0MQok_AEcl8HhIZ9xACLcBGAsYHQ/w265-h353/120955213_10101088040187156_7451792583959918904_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael's second overnight camping was with a church group, 13 men and boys. He cooked their Saturday morning breakfast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7OTDpS2jlQ/X30hhZywRvI/AAAAAAAAZcY/u2PZWQ1RRB4kUSDUtIUjhzpMr45VPST4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/120453517_388000865530048_792445312657488860_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="1557" height="142" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7OTDpS2jlQ/X30hhZywRvI/AAAAAAAAZcY/u2PZWQ1RRB4kUSDUtIUjhzpMr45VPST4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w989-h142/120453517_388000865530048_792445312657488860_n.jpg" width="989" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning I walked the Upland Greenway trail and enjoyed the weather and the variety of wild flowers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgV8VkAABMo/X30hyIcPhbI/AAAAAAAAZck/46SsDnocO-o7_FMqCE3N2nnSBypBx8Z4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120805315_10101086614514216_5143462750287582080_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgV8VkAABMo/X30hyIcPhbI/AAAAAAAAZck/46SsDnocO-o7_FMqCE3N2nnSBypBx8Z4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w465-h348/120805315_10101086614514216_5143462750287582080_n.jpg" width="465" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Autumn. . . the year's last,&nbsp;</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>loveliest smile."</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">William Cullen Bryant, nature poet and long time editor of the New York Evening Post</span></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/XfOXhbO2rNY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In Love with God’s Word: Because It’s a Love Letter https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/09/30/in-love-with-gods-word-because-its-a-love-letter/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:c36a5891-6922-b05d-d0a5-f1fe1855f4c7 Wed, 30 Sep 2020 22:01:31 -0400 I&#8217;m guessing that the Bible is probably one of the world&#8217;s most misunderstood books. It&#8217;s also one of the most owned but unread books. How many people sitting in the pews of our churches, or claiming the Christian faith, or attending Christian universities have read through the entire Bible, let alone taken time to truly [&#8230;] Week 39 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/week-39.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d03b261a-353d-c714-a4b2-3af90022ea9c Tue, 29 Sep 2020 22:13:10 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXunnZ2bFXM/X3JU6EDASaI/AAAAAAAAZZY/aQVXv3076oU5JUiCisGku4nbmhhabn9mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1053/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B9-27-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1053" data-original-width="885" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXunnZ2bFXM/X3JU6EDASaI/AAAAAAAAZZY/aQVXv3076oU5JUiCisGku4nbmhhabn9mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Sunday%2Bbouquet%2B9-27-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquet features her one dahlia blossom, 7" in diameter, as its&nbsp;centerpiece.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The beautiful early autumn weather allowed for concerts in the park, camping, and another picnic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Marion Philharmonic Orchestra had to cancel their planned season events, Instead they are offering free outdoor concerts: September, string ensemble; October, marimba. The first one was in our very own Upland Depot Park on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tysVTokrpFk/X3NJMgEv2BI/AAAAAAAAZZ4/sJmZu2DQasgRj7v3kLx7G7CbmmiYOONSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120029627_10101078047821936_5518527873058560623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tysVTokrpFk/X3NJMgEv2BI/AAAAAAAAZZ4/sJmZu2DQasgRj7v3kLx7G7CbmmiYOONSgCLcBGAsYHQ/w536-h402/120029627_10101078047821936_5518527873058560623_n.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday after Leah's radiation treatment, we stopped by Skye and Destiny's new home and loved seeing the boy and his dog adjusting to their new environment. Kalani is well loved and cared for by his humans and his animals!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1seNp2Xp6E0/X3NPstEHSdI/AAAAAAAAZag/6aYg2ljiemsD3CKm9IAuOMnRKxlu0MIPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s707/120027507_10101078039014586_264578923468844078_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1seNp2Xp6E0/X3NPstEHSdI/AAAAAAAAZag/6aYg2ljiemsD3CKm9IAuOMnRKxlu0MIPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120027507_10101078039014586_264578923468844078_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are ever grateful for the enjoyment of Monday Night Dinner with Stephan and Karen and whoever else shows up.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQj9PTxHxP4/X3NJXMAPOfI/AAAAAAAAZZ8/PqI1VlT1oqE-EUvU9JXDGNpOXyz_ybWPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1373/120336884_10101083328359696_7866794404140468357_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1373" data-original-width="1022" height="477" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQj9PTxHxP4/X3NJXMAPOfI/AAAAAAAAZZ8/PqI1VlT1oqE-EUvU9JXDGNpOXyz_ybWPACLcBGAsYHQ/w355-h477/120336884_10101083328359696_7866794404140468357_o.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael finds plenty to do--fix boiler leak, cut wood, relocate bees, bake bread (tomato-basil this week's special), and much more,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyOFpUEKPRQ/X3OsiRnotQI/AAAAAAAAZaw/brmK6SDAvyQQuhDwRqo4CJvj_P5fSKHvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2508/Baker%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2508" data-original-width="1254" height="602" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyOFpUEKPRQ/X3OsiRnotQI/AAAAAAAAZaw/brmK6SDAvyQQuhDwRqo4CJvj_P5fSKHvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w301-h602/Baker%2BCollage.jpg" width="301" /></a></div>Even so, he finds time to get out and enjoy the outdoors in this lovely weather while it lasts. In addition to long bicycle rides, he's really enjoying camping trips. This week he went to the same area as last week, but took a friend along.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>While he was gone I went with a friend to another concert in the park--the Taylor University and Indiana Wesleyan chorales in Marion's Matter Park. A wonderful performance, even wearing masks.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwxdrOSvADU/X3NJzBQJaoI/AAAAAAAAZaM/9xeo9ibUdbQiTzU1MFZ1SToxuTKSuPQBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwxdrOSvADU/X3NJzBQJaoI/AAAAAAAAZaM/9xeo9ibUdbQiTzU1MFZ1SToxuTKSuPQBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w484-h484/PicMonkey%2BCollage.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><div><br /></div>A Taylor Music Education major listened to my friend Darlene tell about her husband a long time music professor at TU.<div><br /></div><div>This week our hearts were heavy with the news that the daughter of our former missionary colleagues suffered a brain aneurysm and died after two days. I found a happy memory from over forty years where you can see Karla's smiley eyes.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZyGnE2BmyE/X3NKtKT_-fI/AAAAAAAAZaY/1NETQnWIzZEatxeNVlhdbA8B5_BQIZs2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s411/Karla%2BBabcock%2Band%2BStephan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="411" height="287" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZyGnE2BmyE/X3NKtKT_-fI/AAAAAAAAZaY/1NETQnWIzZEatxeNVlhdbA8B5_BQIZs2ACLcBGAsYHQ/w370-h287/Karla%2BBabcock%2Band%2BStephan.jpg" width="370" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a glimpse of the other occupant of our home wearing her Chic Fil A uniform. Moriah really enjoys her job. She must be having a lighter semester to be able to handle these two late nights a week.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgowM4eIE6g/X3JVPZNxI3I/AAAAAAAAZZk/UqFMvlyj1sM7cic2Qk-LTR44zkSlXbcgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="501" height="531" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgowM4eIE6g/X3JVPZNxI3I/AAAAAAAAZZk/UqFMvlyj1sM7cic2Qk-LTR44zkSlXbcgwCLcBGAsYHQ/w277-h531/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While Michael was out on his long Saturday bike ride, following his example of regular exercise, I walked over three miles to the meeting of Friends of the Library.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6KUCFJym0U/X3JVGKHtvRI/AAAAAAAAZZc/_wPEiliL8ygI_4yE3maxAhi-LudoGFY3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1042/120245650_10101081380024176_3066061851919123513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="1042" height="324" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6KUCFJym0U/X3JVGKHtvRI/AAAAAAAAZZc/_wPEiliL8ygI_4yE3maxAhi-LudoGFY3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w432-h324/120245650_10101081380024176_3066061851919123513_n.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening Moriah had a picnic where she invited her senior engineering classmates. Four came and had a good time trying the zip line upside down, then the segway, the slack line, a walk through the woods, and food--hot dogs, hamburgers, smores.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGGqHKYcF5I/X3OcAMO8oRI/AAAAAAAAZao/XC8oYr7O5-MG2ROh0g1m_VZxSStdP7ilQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/Picnic%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="628" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGGqHKYcF5I/X3OcAMO8oRI/AAAAAAAAZao/XC8oYr7O5-MG2ROh0g1m_VZxSStdP7ilQCLcBGAsYHQ/w439-h628/Picnic%2BCollage.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another full week! So grateful for God's leading and blessing!</div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/CVN9t5essE8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> A Fun Week--#38 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/09/a-fun-week-38.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:027b91ea-6bd8-e142-2c65-9f3085339cf1 Wed, 23 Sep 2020 11:50:20 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQk6HgbbSyE/X2smtV6xHMI/AAAAAAAAZX0/wAd3mg9yL_InbOCPjuxytVsOQXH6tbuEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-20-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQk6HgbbSyE/X2smtV6xHMI/AAAAAAAAZX0/wAd3mg9yL_InbOCPjuxytVsOQXH6tbuEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2B9-20-20.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even though I often forget to take pictures I seem to end up with more than enough to remember and record the happenings of the week. The memorable moments I've overlooked can be described with words. This looking back to recall, reflect, and summarize is a good antiaging exercise, so I have read.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At our age, not a week goes by without news of another passing. Sunday morning I read of Joene Cover's death. She was one of the three veteran missionary ladies that sat at the same table with Mother. I always enjoyed talking to her even though at this stage she could not remember our Argentina connection&nbsp; nor how I was related to Kathryn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weeks are full, yet measured. Don't let the many photos fool you. We enjoy life with all the opportunities it presents, never too much, always just right. The fact that this blog keeps happening is proof of that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday morning Michael took me to the Amish market in Fountain City as promised. What an impressive array goods for sale--furniture, flowers, food, produce, aisles and aisles of staples, etc. I determined to purchase generously (not my style). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On the way back we stopped at Sam's shop. The timing was perfect, he and Bryce, his new helper, were about to leave to deliver a custom woodworking order.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON_wsmFa2GE/X2soQ5EuwwI/AAAAAAAAZYM/vloICjhRxik0-ex530ept7Ruqe06ydokQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Life%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1349" height="485" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON_wsmFa2GE/X2soQ5EuwwI/AAAAAAAAZYM/vloICjhRxik0-ex530ept7Ruqe06ydokQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h485/Life%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I still take Leah to her radiation treatments most days. She has two weeks left, is feeling increasingly tired and experiencing some pain. I am so grateful for these times together to share life struggles and joys. Kalani is getting to know me, and will smile and come to me now.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJJLh-cI2E/X2sod9mJfqI/AAAAAAAAZYQ/EPPSEaPddFop96QpItbwgqbk41TZs9W7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/119960841_10101078047607366_8510014922653872222_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJJLh-cI2E/X2sod9mJfqI/AAAAAAAAZYQ/EPPSEaPddFop96QpItbwgqbk41TZs9W7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w279-h371/119960841_10101078047607366_8510014922653872222_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="279" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael had been planning an overnight solo camping trip. The day finally came Tuesday, He set off in the afternoon for the <a href="https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/indiana/bloodroot-trail">Bloodroot Trail by Salamonie Lake</a>, By 5:35 PM his campsite was all set up and he sent me a video describing his set up. Later he forwarded more photos than I can possibly share.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRJr_BvHPI/X2sxEVe1wGI/AAAAAAAAZY8/3fKXcCPPzy4coZyzrcvxXdQ1EqmrF3wnACLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/M%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRJr_BvHPI/X2sxEVe1wGI/AAAAAAAAZY8/3fKXcCPPzy4coZyzrcvxXdQ1EqmrF3wnACLcBGAsYHQ/w564-h564/M%2Bcamping%2BCollage.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He arrived back Wednesday just in time to shower and go to the SAC (Senior Activities Center) for the weekly lunch. That day there was an interesting visitor--a gentleman who travels the US in his truck stopping in towns and cities, as he feels led, to walk around carrying a cross and praying for the community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGp9H5x-mKc/X2sn3LjJNQI/AAAAAAAAZX8/CJoAqqj1XcgM27Y1ZosLlVUfsmeQndp2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120073417_10101078041334936_4226408522753723945_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGp9H5x-mKc/X2sn3LjJNQI/AAAAAAAAZX8/CJoAqqj1XcgM27Y1ZosLlVUfsmeQndp2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120073417_10101078041334936_4226408522753723945_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon Sarah, a YFC (Youth For Christ) worker brought a group of middle school kids she works with. They had a blast going down the zip line, riding the Segway, walking the slack line and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, and chatting. They were a fun group.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYYTd1gT43M/X2so4_2PziI/AAAAAAAAZYc/ClqXpkrwxvIrQfIUupIb983WA3TV-BO4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Sarah%2527s%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYYTd1gT43M/X2so4_2PziI/AAAAAAAAZYc/ClqXpkrwxvIrQfIUupIb983WA3TV-BO4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w464-h464/Sarah%2527s%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Moriah was free to join the fun and help out. Rebecca was here for her first Basics Jr. video-session. This community outreach program (similar to AWANA) is virtual this year.&nbsp;</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtC4I5joUik/X2sn69mbA9I/AAAAAAAAZYA/UbGmxScOUJY11HgVzyGc8snXU2AktLGSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120029636_10101078070810866_1772695661664843768_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtC4I5joUik/X2sn69mbA9I/AAAAAAAAZYA/UbGmxScOUJY11HgVzyGc8snXU2AktLGSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/120029636_10101078070810866_1772695661664843768_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The next day a homeschool family came and enjoyed most of the same activities, though their primary purpose was to learn about the bees. Unfortunately, Deidra, the mom, was stung,<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTm3-LpgIXU/X2sq8V5zqRI/AAAAAAAAZYk/eMz6r2Qmz2Ig6Y_V1Ew-ZgmfHO2nMWrWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2150/Deidra%2Bn%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="2150" height="265" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTm3-LpgIXU/X2sq8V5zqRI/AAAAAAAAZYk/eMz6r2Qmz2Ig6Y_V1Ew-ZgmfHO2nMWrWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w679-h265/Deidra%2Bn%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="679" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of my in-between moments were taken up with my current writing project--researching the BMH (Brethren Missionary Herald) archives and summarizing my findings about the mission in Argentina. This time I wrote in Spanish, even though it is much more time-consuming, in order to benefit a greater majority of interested readers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had invited friends over for dinner Friday evening to teach them our favorite game and because their kitchen is being remodeled. Michael paid me a high compliment when he asked if I would prepare the meal, saying, "You are better at cooking for company." So I spent most of the day trying out a few Pioneer Woman recipes--Quinoa with Buttery Roasted Vegetables, Venison Tenderloin, and Country Peach Pie. Michael made the bread.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was moving day for Skye and his little family.&nbsp; Kalani finally fell asleep before going to his new home, and he slept solidly through the night. An exciting and exhausting day for all involved!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9WdEE5sxo/X2srUn_6HrI/AAAAAAAAZYs/OTx0YjP-Wd8Ma2udtLMDPo1uILh1TT4OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s600/119964768_10101078047737106_8281206397085221182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="447" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NX9WdEE5sxo/X2srUn_6HrI/AAAAAAAAZYs/OTx0YjP-Wd8Ma2udtLMDPo1uILh1TT4OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/119964768_10101078047737106_8281206397085221182_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>We have enjoyed beautiful weather most of the time, although we've had record cold temperatures for the season. 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! 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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. 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