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/ Just a #RandomBookshelf https://thomasrknight.com/just-a-randombookshelf Freelance Knight urn:uuid:3c1a1a74-d64e-9262-e4de-d8f948e4e3bd Fri, 30 Sep 2022 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="615" height="461" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/PIle-of-Books.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Pile of Books" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/PIle-of-Books.jpg 615w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/PIle-of-Books-300x225.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/PIle-of-Books-273x205.jpg 273w" sizes="(max-width: 615px) 100vw, 615px" /></p>Pulling the curtain back a little on my life so you can catch a glimpse of my thoughts. It’s the Car’s Fault http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51418 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1bad1c77-1489-877d-b7cb-e70fb0319d0b Wed, 28 Sep 2022 09:10:51 -0400 My driver’s education teacher, Mr. Doom, began our first session saying, “I don’t like women drivers.” Neither did my license examiner, because I failed my first driver’s test. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. I’ve never felt comfortable with cars. One friend, however, described his potential purchase’s power seats, mirrors and door locks [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-illus-face-people-gb77225d10_1280.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-illus-face-people-gb77225d10_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51423" width="178" height="242"/></a></figure></div> <p>My driver’s education teacher, Mr. Doom, began our first session saying, “I don’t like women drivers.”</p> <p>Neither did my license examiner, because I failed my first driver’s test. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.</p> <p>I’ve never felt comfortable with cars.</p> <p>One friend, however, described his potential purchase’s power seats, mirrors and door locks with the tender awe he would a forever love. I asked if they had set a date.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-bentley-g56191367b_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-bentley-g56191367b_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51420" width="657" height="434"/></a><figcaption>Image by Cam Bowers from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Me? I’ve felt more excited about sump pumps.</p> <p>Cars complicate my life. No parking space ever stretches wide enough. Cars hide from me. If I stop at McDonald’s, I know upon return, I finally will find my car sulking behind Kohl’s.</p> <p>My cars overreact. For example, I was taking my son to a birthday party when I ran over a large box flattened on the road. My minivan resurrected this cardboard roadkill. It fastened onto the transmission, which emitted strangulation noises. (Have you ever tried to explain tardiness because a killer box attacked you en route?)</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-stone-g2b3bb49b7_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="296" height="245" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-stone-g2b3bb49b7_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51424"/></a></figure></div> <p>My cars also exhibit marked attention deficit disorders. One ignored big rocks lining a business’s driveway, catching its underbelly on them. As its wheels spun helplessly, I wondered if we would grow old together there.</p> <p>Fortunately, the omnipotent secretary assured me of help forthcoming and rang a bell. The eager help, who thought she had summoned them for doughnuts, received the high honor of carrying my minivan to freedom.</p> <p>I told them, honest, it was the car’s fault. Guys! They always believe machines first.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-cropped-auto-repair-g1020827ae_1280-2.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-cropped-auto-repair-g1020827ae_1280-2.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51421" width="649" height="429"/></a><figcaption>Image by Ryan Doka from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>For years, I tried to understand their inner workings — both guys’ and cars’. But whenever I crossed a garage’s sacred portals, the Gods of Grease inevitably inquired if the right troyer rod’s connection was causing me problems. Had I brought the car in to have its emulsifier de-linted, and did enough air reach the cogschain?</p> <p>Or something like that.</p> <p>Finally, I found a repair shop that doesn’t lock up when I drive in.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-cropped-Rachael1970.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220928-p-cropped-Rachael1970.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51422" width="249" height="211"/></a><figcaption>I was more comfortable posing on a car than driving one!</figcaption></figure></div> <p>I simply say, “Please winterize the car,” and they take care of it. Even if it’s July.</p> <p>Some people are comfortable with women drivers, Mr. Doom. Even if the ladies are uncomfortable with cars.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you a car fan?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: No-Temptation Birthday Cake http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51414 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:708ad316-2575-6267-39f7-889e05503312 Mon, 26 Sep 2022 09:54:41 -0400 OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: No-Temptation Birthday Cake. O Lord, thank You that this pineapple upside-down cake turned out well for my husband’s birthday. And OMG, thank You that though it is his favorite, I can walk away from this cake without a pang. But if it were chocolate. &#8230; <p><strong>OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: No-Temptation Birthday Cake. O Lord, thank You that this pineapple upside-down cake turned out well for my husband’s birthday. And OMG, thank You that though it is his favorite, I can walk away from this cake without a pang.</strong></p> <p><strong>But if it were chocolate. &#8230;</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220926-PineappleUDCake-rotated.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220926-PineappleUDCake-rotated.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51415" width="653" height="490"/></a></figure></div> <p></p> Potential Pitfalls of Nostalgia https://thomasrknight.com/potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia Freelance Knight urn:uuid:209f4a71-ad02-a43e-c7aa-2b06cc8589bf Fri, 23 Sep 2022 06:00:00 -0400 <p><img width="1200" height="628" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/2022-Potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="2022 - Potential pitfalls of nostalgia" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/2022-Potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia.jpg 1200w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/2022-Potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia-300x157.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/2022-Potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/2022-Potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia-768x402.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/2022-Potential-pitfalls-of-nostalgia-350x183.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" /></p>As an adult, do you ever see a book in a used bookstore that you read long ago, perhaps back when you were in school, and get this nostalgic urge to purchase it to read again? I am not talking Hair We Go Again http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51391 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:8694dd50-d3bf-3541-3307-b6a07974a4a2 Wed, 21 Sep 2022 09:09:08 -0400 Bad hair days didn’t exist during my childhood. If my hair dripped from swimming, I solved the problem the way our spaniel did: Shaggy and I stuck our noses out the station wagon window and let God blow slimy locks dry. My mother, however, used brush rollers that jammed into her cranium like a medieval [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-rotated-car-window-dog-g8f536b5a4_1280.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-rotated-car-window-dog-g8f536b5a4_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51398" width="206" height="278"/></a><figcaption>Image by Vladamir Sládek from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Bad hair days didn’t exist during my childhood.</p> <p>If my hair dripped from swimming, I solved the problem the way our spaniel did: Shaggy and I stuck our noses out the station wagon window and let God blow slimy locks dry.</p> <p>My mother, however, used brush rollers that jammed into her cranium like a medieval iron maiden’s spikes.</p> <p>She tried to teach her daughter well. By federal law, every grade school girl experienced two Toni Home Permanents per year. Little did we know “Toni” was an acronym for Toxic Onion Nuclear Inhalant. We’d inherited the ancient First Principle of Hairstyles: if it’s natural, if it’s easy, then it’s all <em>wrong</em>.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-Rachael-5th-grade.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-Rachael-5th-grade.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51400" width="166" height="241" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-Rachael-5th-grade.jpg 287w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-Rachael-5th-grade-207x300.jpg 207w" sizes="(max-width: 166px) 100vw, 166px" /></a><figcaption>Even in fifth grade, I wore curls like everyone else.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Afterward, though, I liked wearing curls like everybody else’s. I cried, however, when my brother’s wavy blond hair was whacked into a crew cut — like everybody else’s.</p> <p>During the 1960s, thousands of young people, including my brother and myself, freed ourselves from hair oppression. Away with Toni Home Permanents! Away with crew cut wax! Death to hairspray!</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-hairy-wedding-g39caef976_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-hairy-wedding-g39caef976_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51397" width="149" height="212" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-hairy-wedding-g39caef976_1280.jpg 279w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-hairy-wedding-g39caef976_1280-212x300.jpg 212w" sizes="(max-width: 149px) 100vw, 149px" /></a><figcaption>Image by Floritatheleaf from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>The Establishment fought us, comb and scissors. They excommunicated us from schools, football squads, and church quiz teams. We sang our “Hair” anthem with noble defiance.</p> <p>My mother pleaded, “Honey, your hair’s already straight. Why set it with orange juice cans?”</p> <p>I gave the obvious answer: “Because soup cans won’t stay up.”</p> <p>Poor Mom. What a square.</p> <p>At a pajama party, hip friends and I made a radical discovery: wearing younger siblings’ underwear on our heads would keep soup cans up all night.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-blue-hair-people-g3caa9200e_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-blue-hair-people-g3caa9200e_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51393" width="139" height="187"/></a><figcaption>Image by StockSnap from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>My clueless mother didn’t “get” my soup cans. Nor why my friend Linda fried her curly locks on an ironing board. You’d think Mom, who’d suffered years of brush roller agony, would share our vision for hair that defined a new dawn for all humanity.</p> <p>Decades later, we of the “Hair” generation are mostly thankful to have some.</p> <p>We highlight our gray, lowlight it, blow-dry, messy bun and shave it. We color it pink, green and purple, hoping we’ll look like … our grandchildren.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-styled-hair-females-gbd4fd8e6f_1280-e1663611024477.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="231" height="199" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220921-p-styled-hair-females-gbd4fd8e6f_1280-e1663611024477.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51399"/></a><figcaption>Image by George from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Hasn’t worked. Maybe I should try soup cans again — with underwear on my head.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What did/do you endure to maintain trendy hair?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: No Marching Choirs http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51383 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:661da473-e2fe-612b-1457-49dba2bb6935 Mon, 19 Sep 2022 10:34:30 -0400 O Lord, such a treat to watch our oldest grandchild march with her college band on Family Day. But after the director invited visitors to a practice workout with our kids, OMG, I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;ve always been a singer! <p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong>O Lord, such a treat to watch our oldest grandchild march with her college band on Family Day. But after the director invited visitors to a practice workout with our kids, OMG, I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;ve always been a singer!</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg.jpg"><img width="1024" height="768" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51384" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-2048x1536.jpg 2048w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-RachAnnaBallStjpg-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a><figcaption>The professional and the amateur. Can you tell who&#8217;s who?</figcaption></figure> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-BallStBand-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220919-BallStBand-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51387" width="648" height="486"/></a><figcaption>Nothing like full uniforms on a hot day!</figcaption></figure></div> Hints of Fall https://thomasrknight.com/hints-of-fall Freelance Knight urn:uuid:b8d62b54-3be5-8f01-1be9-8364fc6d8983 Fri, 16 Sep 2022 06:00:00 -0400 <p><img width="2560" height="1920" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-scaled.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Fall in Indiana" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-scaled.jpg 2560w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-300x225.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-768x576.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-2048x1536.jpg 2048w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/Fall-in-Indiana-273x205.jpg 273w" sizes="(max-width: 2560px) 100vw, 2560px" /></p>This week we experienced some brisk mornings in Indiana giving us our first hints of Fall in Upland which always make me think of Jay Kesler (former president of Taylor University and Youth for Christ) reciting this James Whitcomb Riley The Day I Faced Facebook http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51368 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3f86b7ef-355c-aec5-b2fa-7468adfdcae6 Wed, 14 Sep 2022 09:12:10 -0400 Scrolling through Facebook, I read family and friends’ posts. Accept friend requests. Delete one from someone who addresses me as “Warm Infant.” Perhaps the correct translation is “hot babe”? Fourteen years after surrendering to Facebook, I sometimes wonder why. When MySpace and Facebook first invaded our world, I imagined techno-geeks had invented one more way [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220914-p-cropped-laptop-gc3be7a296_1280.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220914-p-cropped-laptop-gc3be7a296_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51372" width="254" height="245"/></a><figcaption>Image by Andreas160578 from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Scrolling through Facebook, I read family and friends’ posts. Accept friend requests. Delete one from someone who addresses me as “Warm Infant.” Perhaps the correct translation is “hot babe”?</p> <p>Fourteen years after surrendering to Facebook, I sometimes wonder why.</p> <p>When MySpace and Facebook first invaded our world, I imagined techno-geeks had invented one more way I could crash my computer.</p> <p>I asked my children, “What is this ‘My Face’?”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220914-p-cropped-jet-wwii-gc69f90707_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220914-p-cropped-jet-wwii-gc69f90707_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51371" width="660" height="383"/></a><figcaption>Image by waterlilies from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>I should have known better. They’d let their mother think an MP3 was a World War II jet. Why did I think they’d explain social media?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220914-p-social-media-g9d574f1de_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220914-p-social-media-g9d574f1de_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51373" width="268" height="189"/></a><figcaption>Image by PhotoMIX-Company from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Through the Moms’ Grapevine, I learned my grown children communicated with each other on Facebook. What?! When we lived in the same house for 25 years, I sometimes had to pay siblings to talk to each other.</p> <p>What were they talking about now?</p> <p>I learned they were displaying cute pictures of <em>my</em> grandchildren on Facebook.</p> <p>I leaped into the 21st century … and accidentally signed up for Space Bookies.</p> <p>Eventually, though, I became a Facebook member and read my daughter’s post: “When my mom joins Facebook, the world will end.”</p> <p>My children had felt so safe. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!</p> <p>And they’d had no idea their mother was a warm infant.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220912-p-social-media-g3488e9b4b_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220912-p-social-media-g3488e9b4b_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-51370" width="659" height="415"/></a><figcaption>Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your social media story?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Feeling Old and Ugly http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51362 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:5696d498-e515-ada7-5966-10dc3c5c9647 Mon, 12 Sep 2022 09:19:06 -0400 O Lord, this feline and I agree: mirrors should be banned forever. But a photo of my 102-year-old Aunt Lurline — lovely in every way — reminds me age doesn’t limit Your work in our lives. OMG, will You make me like her when I grow up?        <div class="wp-block-media-text alignwide is-stacked-on-mobile" style="grid-template-columns:78% auto"><figure class="wp-block-media-text__media"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="200" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220918-cat-g5920fc889_1280-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51365 size-full"/></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong>O Lord, this feline and I agree: mirrors should be banned forever.</strong></p> </div></div> <div class="wp-block-media-text alignwide has-media-on-the-right is-stacked-on-mobile" style="grid-template-columns:auto 52%"><figure class="wp-block-media-text__media"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="407" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220912-AuntLurline102-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51366 size-full" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220912-AuntLurline102-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220912-AuntLurline102-1-221x300.jpg 221w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p class="has-medium-font-size"><strong>But a photo of my 102-year-old Aunt Lurline — lovely in every way — reminds me age doesn’t limit Your work in our lives. OMG, will You make me like her when I grow up?   </strong></p> </div></div> <p><strong> </strong></p> <p><strong> </strong></p> <p> </p> Laboring to Understand Labor Day http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51342 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3d503c4f-796b-c15c-c5b2-f94dfee20f87 Wed, 07 Sep 2022 09:08:41 -0400 When did Labor Day first appear as a holiday on your childhood radar? For many, it occurred at school registration the Friday before Labor Day. Registration required rising early, cleaning up, and filling out cards. Labor Day didn’t rate a party — not a single piece of candy. We didn’t color smelly, mimeographed pictures, as [&#8230;] <p>When did Labor Day first appear as a holiday on your childhood radar?</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-illus-beach-g12d45def4_1280.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-illus-beach-g12d45def4_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51348" width="303" height="227"/></a><figcaption>Image by Louise Dav from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>For many, it occurred at school registration the Friday before Labor Day. Registration required rising early, cleaning up, and filling out cards. Labor Day didn’t rate a party — not a single piece of candy. We didn’t color smelly, mimeographed pictures, as we did even on St. Patrick’s Day.</p> <p>Labor Day returned us to summer sanity. We picnicked and swam. However, at dusk, we were scrubbed in bathtubs, then sent to bed early.</p> <p>Labor Day began as fun, but its ending? Not so much. Worse, we’d drag out before daylight the next day. The next 12 years!</p> <p>Labor Day marked the onset of hard labor.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-back-to-school-gf9b06b5d2_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-back-to-school-gf9b06b5d2_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51344" width="642" height="427"/></a><figcaption>Image by Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-cropped-white-shoes-girl-g3cec68915_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-cropped-white-shoes-girl-g3cec68915_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51346" width="255" height="284"/></a><figcaption>Image by Ruslan Gilmanshin from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Once I grew accustomed to school mornings, though, Labor Day portended excitement: I’d play with kids besides my (yuck) siblings. I’d wear “new” hand-me-downs. Color with unbroken crayons. I’d get down to the business of learning and discover a world far beyond the cornfields.</p> <p>No one explained how Labor Day began. Unions weren’t strong in my rural area. Labor Day parades consisted of Boy Scouts, tractor convoys, and bands with wavy marching lines and wavier tones.</p> <p>Other than my giving up white shoes, Labor Day’s significance remained tied to school’s beginning — for me, then for my children.</p> <p>Gradually, I learned the holiday was rooted in injustice, power struggles and political turmoil. I won’t attempt to untangle shame and blame. Instead, I’ll get down to the business of gratitude. To simply say, “thank you” to workers who make a difference in our lives.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-cropped-thank-you-gd644828a8_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-cropped-thank-you-gd644828a8_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51345" width="685" height="175"/></a><figcaption>Image by Alexa from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Thank you to the courteous, young server whose efficiency made me want to vote him in as President.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-smiling-waitress-gf14879662_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-smiling-waitress-gf14879662_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51350" width="277" height="479" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-smiling-waitress-gf14879662_1280.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220907-p-smiling-waitress-gf14879662_1280-173x300.jpg 173w" sizes="(max-width: 277px) 100vw, 277px" /></a><figcaption>Image by An SiYu from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Thank you to factory workers who — despite repetitive, uninspiring work — care about quality.</p> <p>Thank you to store greeters who offer real smiles. (You don’t think that’s work? Pretend you’re in a wedding reception line for eight hours.)</p> <p>Thank you to housekeeping personnel who keep restrooms clean.</p> <p>Thank you to all who labor with excellence when nobody’s watching.</p> <p>I doubt the above would appreciate my coloring a mimeographed picture in their honor, but I hope my small tributes appear on their radar.</p> <p>Though dedicated work may not be a picnic, it’s certainly something to celebrate every day.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Have you thanked a worker today?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Labor Day Controversy http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51335 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:8f12092a-959a-8f97-5664-86473d0820b3 Mon, 05 Sep 2022 11:10:25 -0400 Father, You, too, remember when our former neighbors faithfully kept their annual Labor Day tradition: working hard in their yard. Working. HARD. I suppose it seems consistent to labor on Labor Day. But today’s a holiday! OMG, instead, don’t You think we should rename it “Loafing Day”? <p><strong>Father, You, too, remember when our former neighbors faithfully kept their annual Labor Day tradition: working hard in their yard. Working. HARD. I suppose it seems consistent to labor on Labor Day. But today’s a holiday! OMG, instead, don’t You think we should rename it “Loafing Day”?</strong></p> <figure class="wp-container-2 wp-block-gallery-1 wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped"> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220905-scissors-gd077cc63e_1280.jpg"><img width="300" height="200" data-id="51336" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220905-scissors-gd077cc63e_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51336"/></a><figcaption>Photo by Stefan Schweihofer</figcaption></figure> </figure> <figure class="wp-container-4 wp-block-gallery-3 wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped"> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220905-lawn-mower-gb290c4bcb_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="200" data-id="51337" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/220905-lawn-mower-gb290c4bcb_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51337"/></a><figcaption>Photo by Andreas</figcaption></figure> </figure> <figure class="wp-block-image size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/191202-SteveRachaelPost-Thanksgiving.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/191202-SteveRachaelPost-Thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51338" width="655" height="491"/></a></figure> How to Get a Backache http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51289 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:52105e7d-b7b8-8907-a45d-9e3d74e22814 Wed, 31 Aug 2022 10:11:29 -0400 Achieving a backache often depends on the subject’s age. Sadly, if you’re under 20, nothing induces a backache — unless Mom demands you clean your room. However, creative 20- to 30-year-olds can realize backache goals. Try triple Axels on your skateboard. Carry your unmotivated friend piggyback up a mountain. Impress your lady by lifting her [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-skateboard-g283f4beb6_1280.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-skateboard-g283f4beb6_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51294" width="300" height="450" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-skateboard-g283f4beb6_1280.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-skateboard-g283f4beb6_1280-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><figcaption>Image by Pfüderi from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Achieving a backache often depends on the subject’s age.</p> <p>Sadly, if you’re under 20, nothing induces a backache — unless Mom demands you clean your room.</p> <p>However, creative 20- to 30-year-olds can realize backache goals. Try triple Axels on your skateboard. Carry your unmotivated friend piggyback up a mountain. Impress your lady by lifting her sofa above your head.</p> <p>If all else fails to achieve back pain, your dad’s demand that you get a job will.</p> <p>Thirty- and 40-somethings often succeed because they have jobs. Plus, they carry wailing three-year-olds into Little Overachiever Preschool. Every. Single. Day. They also drag 50-pound bags of manure to butterfly gardens for their grade-schoolers’ science projects. Pushing their cars from snowdrifts crisscrosses vertebrae. Nothing, however, works better than taking a terrified Lab to the Happy Doggy Clinic for shots. Paying for damages to furniture, building and staff will add a bonus headache for your Tylenol<sup>®</sup> pleasure.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-labrador-ge1ef2ec7e_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-labrador-ge1ef2ec7e_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51311" width="380" height="253"/></a><figcaption>Image by Mark Thornton from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>More options materialize after a 50th birthday. You haul backbreaking bags of money to your student’s college. Your spouse finds that fitting into skinny jeans takes her to the ER. A game of pickup basketball lightens your mood, but not only will you hurt your back, you may lose a kidney or two. The pain will intensify when you sleep on the sofa because you played basketball instead of cleaning the garage.</p> <p>At age 65, demonstrate to young whippersnappers what it was like in the good old days. When real men shoveled snow without wussy snowblowers. When real women scrubbed floors on their knees instead of using wussy Swiffers. Show everyone at the block party how real ice cream was made by cranking for six hours. All good-old-days activities are good for a week-long backache.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignright size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-cropped-cards-g104b64125_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-cropped-cards-g104b64125_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51296" width="231" height="176"/></a><figcaption>Image by J. Laso from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>Soon, though, you’ll reach the ultimate in back pain with no effort whatsoever. Whereas, weeding flower beds to outdo another retiree once put you in a body cast, now, reading a seed catalog accomplishes the job. The past effects of pickup basketball occur when you pick up a basketball a kid tossed into your yard. Or when you pick up cards at a euchre party.</p> <p>At age 20, nothing gave you backaches. Now <em>everything</em> gives you backaches.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="alignleft size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-cropped-back-pain-ga8a31bf96_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220831-p-cropped-back-pain-ga8a31bf96_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51291" width="281" height="179"/></a><figcaption>Image by Kevin 120415 from Pixabay.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>So, luxuriate on your heating pad. Lie back in your hot tub.</p> <p>And don’t let anyone make you clean your room.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your “favorite” way to achieve a backache?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Kind Riot http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=51295 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:16615607-20c9-775a-ea3f-48f86d678be5 Mon, 29 Aug 2022 11:07:44 -0400 O Lord, You know that recently, a hundred young voices tore through my sleep. A multitude marched down our dark street! Anarchy? Violence? Then … I recalled the local Christian college’s freshman tradition, begun in helping a convenience store stay open: students show up en masse to buy soft drinks. OMG, thank You for a [&#8230;] <p><strong>O Lord, You know that recently, a hundred young voices tore through my sleep. A multitude marched down our dark street! Anarchy? Violence? Then … I recalled the local Christian college’s freshman tradition, begun in helping a convenience store stay open: students show up en masse to buy soft drinks. OMG, thank You for a riot rooted in kindness. But maybe they could shift their support to the day shift?    </strong>       </p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-full is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-police-ge883eea05_1280.jpg"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-police-ge883eea05_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51297" width="654" height="434"/></a><figcaption>Photo by Hubert de Thé from Pixabay</figcaption></figure> <figure class="wp-container-2 wp-block-gallery-1 wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped"> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-KwikMart-rotated.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="225" data-id="51300" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-KwikMart-rotated.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-51300"/></a></figure> </figure> <div class="wp-block-image"> <figure class="aligncenter size-full"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-drink-ga8858d578_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="341" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-drink-ga8858d578_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-51301" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-drink-ga8858d578_1280.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/220829-drink-ga8858d578_1280-264x300.png 264w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></div> Who you going to call? http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2022/06/who-you-going-to-call.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:be06a8e8-2b5c-f30c-f410-1182d64076eb Mon, 27 Jun 2022 05:30:00 -0400 <p>I had a coworker who was a very-likeable person, but seemed in competition with everyone. He was a funny guy, I'll give him that, but most of the time engaged in rather shallow conversations. He knew a little about everything, which caused him to have an opinion about . . . well, everything. And his wit made you want to listen. Most of the time, it is a fun, light-hearted space to work in.</p><blockquote><p>Likeable people, are just that: likeable.</p></blockquote><p>There are several people I have worked with over the years like this--very friendly, likeable, fairly easy to talk to, yet never really wanted to go deeper. In fact, if conversation turned that way, they became uncomfortable and either remained silent, tried to change the subject, or simply left the circle.&nbsp;</p><blockquote><p>We all need someone we can go deep with.</p></blockquote><p>This is the kind of person you'd want to tell others you know or ask if they do. They are not the kind of person you'd call if your spouse ended up in the hospital, or your parent died, or your kid was injured in a sport. They wouldn't be invited over to spend time with your family or for a holiday meal. Not that you would refuse them if they showed up, but you wouldn't call them over.</p><blockquote><p>If you had a need arise in your life, who would you call first?&nbsp;</p></blockquote><p>If your mom or dad are still living, they would probably be on your hot, top five list of people to call. Maybe even a best friend from school, college, or church would be on the top of your list. But after your spouse and immediate family, who would you call? Who would be at the top of your list if your spouse ended up in the hospital, or your parent died, or your kid was injured in a sport? Would it be anyone at work?&nbsp;</p><p>Maybe. But it probably wouldn't be "that" guy.&nbsp;</p><p>And who would call you? Hint: If you can't think of anyone, then you are probably "that" guy.</p><p>Looking back at the COVID experiment, one of things it has shaken out are those who are extremely relationally connected--in a healthy way. Those people didn't allow the masks or quarantine deter them from feeding themselves on what they knew was the most important things in life--the relationships they have built over a lifetime. The alternative looks a lot like narcissism.&nbsp;</p><blockquote><p>It takes time to build great relationships. But build you must or suffer the consequence = being alone.</p></blockquote><p>We cannot survive in life alone. Studies (and common sense) reveal how much our mental health (and wholeness) is dependent on being a quality relationships.&nbsp;</p><p>And if you want someone to blame, then I guess you'd need to go to the genesis of it all.</p><p>The words, "It is not good for man to be alone," are some of the very first words spoken out loud in all of creation. God wasn't just thinking of Adam and Eve, but of you and I too. So blame Him. Or better yet, forget the blame-shame game, and make Him your number one. He knows all about quality relationships.</p><blockquote><p>The Trinity has always been in relationship. Since we are created in His image, we can learn so much from how this eternal relationship has existed to live by ourselves.</p></blockquote><p>A wise person once said, "Two are better than one ... and a three cord strand (of people) are not easily broken." And so God has created us in his image, then we are made for relationships.&nbsp;</p><p>I for one do have have God as one of the first people I call on when in need. My life has been the richer for it.&nbsp;</p><p>So, who you going to call?</p> Perverted and Twisted Ways http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2022/06/perverted-and-twisted-ways.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:5484ac6e-f8f2-93e0-eea3-ff3e20704d6c Wed, 22 Jun 2022 12:17:21 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXUvzunMZqC4MSzcDci9XAJRbmzqZ2auoXc3mG4MC7qYqyr6hv1w76X_2qEnD31xdrEHgfZhWkHjMyuJNbY00h-vzFL2MW14UU6DB2WbGeaR7jaPQvsvwVWqwrwou7E9JXB6HwL1zEVHe61YpGPGpD5_zr2a0fpYSpcC8fcikxX4bRbIPqauA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="120" data-original-width="120" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXUvzunMZqC4MSzcDci9XAJRbmzqZ2auoXc3mG4MC7qYqyr6hv1w76X_2qEnD31xdrEHgfZhWkHjMyuJNbY00h-vzFL2MW14UU6DB2WbGeaR7jaPQvsvwVWqwrwou7E9JXB6HwL1zEVHe61YpGPGpD5_zr2a0fpYSpcC8fcikxX4bRbIPqauA=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><br /><b>About 94 times </b>this word is used in the Bible, but it was the first time my teenage son asked me about it. We were randomly listening to someone talk on the radio and the word was used in a sentence. So my son asked, "Dad, what does <i>perversion </i>mean?"<p></p><p>A couple of days before this conversation, I was meditating (day-dreaming?) when an image came into my mind--a long, thin piece of metal hung in the air before me, the back was black and the front was white. I observed as, like a bread bag tie, the top of the piece of metal turned. Now when I looked, it was still a thin piece of metal, but on the frontside, the top part was black and the bottom was white, twisted at its center.</p><p>At times, this word can be found to simply describe: roads, pathways, crown of thorns, braids of hair or thread, or a body in pain or possessed. I love the verse that says, "three cords twisted together are not quickly broken" (Ecc 4:12).</p><p>However, it is used negatively like when Peter describes what those who are "uncertain and without knowledge" do to the apostle Paul's writings which contain "some hard sayings." Have you ever been uncertain and get things "twisted" in your mind? Ever listen to someone who "thought" they knew something?</p><p>The "ways" of people can be twisted, as well as the heart (Jer 17:9) and the mind (Pr 17:20). Jesus used the word to describe the generation of people he was speaking to (Mt 17:17; Lk 9:41; see also Deuteronomy 32:5). There are several Proverbs using the concept of "twisted," and its synonyms are primarily, "perverse and crooked." (e.g. Pr 28:18)</p><p></p><blockquote>When something is perverted or twisted in the heart and mind, part of what is right has been adjusted to be wrong; and part of what is wrong has been adjusted to look right.</blockquote><p></p><p>Think about this: Would you want to build a house on a twisted, crooked foundation? How much less your life?&nbsp; People try mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually--but all perversions will disintegrate, ruin, corrupt, and fail. Ever meet someone with a twisted mind or sense of humor? Ever listen to an associate describe a relationship gone bad ...for the tenth time? Twisted? Ever wonder why we are in the sexual identity dilemma in our country? Twisted?</p><p>The opposite of twisted is straight, but proverbs calls this "integrity." We use this to describe a building rocked in a quake, that has its foundation still intact or has "integrity."</p><p>Paul tells the Philippian Christians to prove themselves to be "blameless, innocent, children of God, above reproach, as lights" as they live in a crooked and perverse generation. Interesting the contrast he uses pulling in the appearance of "light"--a strong OT word used for God's people, the Israelites, and how they were to be representative of God to the other nations.&nbsp;</p><p>But all perversions dim. Think of the metal strip I spoke of --the white side reflected light, but when the black side was twisted around to the front, the light was dimmed.</p><p>Along with the word twisted or perverted, Jesus tags along the word "apistos" the Greek word translated "no faith" or "unbelieving." See, when we come to God, we must believe that He is, and we must bring everything into His light so it can be straightened out by him. In His presence, order happens. In the world, chaos reigns. With order comes placement; with chaos things bump into and bend and twist and get knocked out of place. Chaos happens when things are in darkness--where Satan and his lies have their greatest effect.</p><p>It also happens when things are dimmed. But there is hope. Jeremiah 3:21 gives us the insight that twisted paths are brought about because people have not kept the Lord their God in mind. So think of God in all things, let His word dwell in you richly.</p><p>There is another word used throughout Scriptures, an ancient word used to describe what it means to turn around from the path one is on--toward darkness and perversion--to the light of God = Repentance.</p><p></p><blockquote><p>Repentance means to turn back--the answer for getting on the straight way God has for your life.&nbsp;</p><p></p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p> Confessions of a Book Lover https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2022/02/26/confessions-of-a-book-lover/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:4534e7e6-4d7c-41ed-11ae-ef324178634e Sat, 26 Feb 2022 12:06:46 -0500 Whenever I go thrifting with my mom, we both tell each other that we do not need any more books. We will avoid the books. We have too many books. (Can one have too many books?) Filled with good intentions, that resolution lasts until we enter a store and spot the enticing spines lined up&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2022/02/26/confessions-of-a-book-lover/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Confessions of a Book&#160;Lover</span></a> <p>Whenever I go thrifting with my mom, we both tell each other that we do not need any more books. We will avoid the books. We have too many books. (Can one have too many books?)</p> <p>Filled with good intentions, that resolution lasts until we enter a store and spot the enticing spines lined up on the shelves. Like magnets, we are drawn toward the shelves and find ourselves justifying just one or two or ten more.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" data-attachment-id="1533" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/untitled-design-2-2/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png" data-orig-size="1080,1080" 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="untitled-design-2" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=1024" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=1024" alt="" class="wp-image-1533" width="263" height="263" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=263 263w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=526 526w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/untitled-design-2.png?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 263px) 100vw, 263px" /></figure></div> <p>Thankfully, I now have multiple nieces and nephews who also love books, so when my own shelves can&#8217;t hold another, I still have an excuse to buy more.</p> <p>Of course, I don&#8217;t limit my book collecting to thrifting. I am an equal opportunity collector, and I will expand my collection through a myriad of ways&#8211;and one of my favorites is being a part of my friend&#8217;s team and working to get word of her books out into the world. An easy task, since I always enjoy her books and am excited to add them to my collection.</p> <p>My favorite quote from her latest was, &#8220;&#8216;Merely a book&#8217; should never be said to an avid reader.&#8221; &#8211; <em>To Disguise the Truth</em> by Jen Turano. </p> <p>I am going to use that next time I justify purchasing yet another book. It&#8217;s not merely a book. It&#8217;s a portal to other worlds. It makes me see God in new ways. It expands my knowledge of the world. It makes me laugh. It lets me cry.</p> <p>And in order to prevent this blog from becoming yet another book to fill my shelves, I&#8217;ll stop there.</p> <p>What&#8217;s your favorite reason to read?</p> <p>Here&#8217;s the review for <em>To Disguise the Truth</em>, which I hope you enjoy as much as I did.</p> <p>I’ve been excited to read Eunice’s story ever since I started the Bleeker Street Inquiry Agency series. Her constant wearing of widow’s weeds intrigued me. The first line of this book lived up to my expectations.</p> <p>After all, who can resist reading on to find out why the heroine had once shot the man sitting across from her.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><img loading="lazy" data-attachment-id="1536" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/20220218_100717-1-1/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg" data-orig-size="2256,4032" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SM-N960U&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1645178837&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20220218_100717-1-1" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=168" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=573" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=573" alt="" class="wp-image-1536" width="409" height="731" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=573 573w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=409 409w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=818 818w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=84 84w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=168 168w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/20220218_100717-1-1.jpg?w=768 768w" sizes="(max-width: 409px) 100vw, 409px" /></figure></div> <p>As someone who writes, I am often able to predict twists and turns in novels, but this one definitely had surprises I didn’t see coming. I also enjoyed that storylines of secondary characters from the previous books were woven into the story and brought to conclusions.</p> <p>I liked the heroine, and I enjoyed that she is mysterious at the beginning. As the book goes along, one gets to know her better. I also like the hero, and I thought that the relationship between the two was believable. I have always love Anne and Gilbert and Darcy and Elizabeth, so the hatred to love trope is a favorite of mine. However, one true danger of the trope is often a disbelief in how sudden the hate morphs into love. To Disguise a Truth didn’t have this problem. The romance grew in a natural way.</p> <p>I am sad the series is over, but this book brought it to a phenomenal close with happy endings—and I love happy endings. I’m already looking forward to Jen’s next series.</p> <p>I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.</p> Christmas/New Year https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2022/01/christmasnew-year.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:7b629876-714d-4b3e-6acf-ac21ddd38f81 Thu, 06 Jan 2022 12:08:21 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This last week of 2021 led up to our family Christmas/New Years celebration.</div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3V1c0zTQS7hMBB6CUYSwisvSY63Na0NPlow9n6T1yqg3AGcjPb-v4bvR_QbBWFOesVQb7cS1XqfsFgT-94mUj2eQ4ie_nvwPM2PcxMyLC9UEM8jUEhk9vHaH-Swjnq9vTT1JH5M34V1sWjwuJoIKK7zoqGzf3LYBQQh3t1Hw-i95w2SDWLEMcLJ202g=s829" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="716" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3V1c0zTQS7hMBB6CUYSwisvSY63Na0NPlow9n6T1yqg3AGcjPb-v4bvR_QbBWFOesVQb7cS1XqfsFgT-94mUj2eQ4ie_nvwPM2PcxMyLC9UEM8jUEhk9vHaH-Swjnq9vTT1JH5M34V1sWjwuJoIKK7zoqGzf3LYBQQh3t1Hw-i95w2SDWLEMcLJ202g=s320" width="276" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">I greatly admired the Nativity display at the house where our home group met Sunday, so I borrowed it for the post opener.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The weather was mild all week. I walked a couple times, once to the bridge nearby and was surprised to see how high the river was.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjr7QM101rnNmeZo1Of59wR9C9LaaqX3u3eB_9DptA1Rpqw7jBbY85ZFWWjYjdrlYgIXp9YFgwX1D298LKLTcr5QJTGSCYl6ttm8OHVXFAfmBdl59-4ZO35FM0vtj2lqAcF8mlNdCAjnVX147xmrqzdYvSPsOeoAqgi4hbFPE7hJTFvT1Fhvru1bg4_XA=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjr7QM101rnNmeZo1Of59wR9C9LaaqX3u3eB_9DptA1Rpqw7jBbY85ZFWWjYjdrlYgIXp9YFgwX1D298LKLTcr5QJTGSCYl6ttm8OHVXFAfmBdl59-4ZO35FM0vtj2lqAcF8mlNdCAjnVX147xmrqzdYvSPsOeoAqgi4hbFPE7hJTFvT1Fhvru1bg4_XA=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of those times I crossed paths with this handsome biker.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj61-I_tqaKmDFta4H0hPJZWFj9OABenWRW1LjR1QX0-egnBeDXto4-YVz665bw_uRAQgp40NtizO7VuX8wNa4EiJGvYomu24tDHPoxdk4K6u9m5ofdJSGHAb5FI3L5UY7EuZ5eiWqbs6bk-aTOkEq8W4-cPOCWBlS7nu0b6OQrQmj747hQ0cGpFLwBLg=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj61-I_tqaKmDFta4H0hPJZWFj9OABenWRW1LjR1QX0-egnBeDXto4-YVz665bw_uRAQgp40NtizO7VuX8wNa4EiJGvYomu24tDHPoxdk4K6u9m5ofdJSGHAb5FI3L5UY7EuZ5eiWqbs6bk-aTOkEq8W4-cPOCWBlS7nu0b6OQrQmj747hQ0cGpFLwBLg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca and I had a delightful day together on Wednesday. She pretty near mastered one of her piano pieces. I played the accompaniment. We had fun.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW615e3lrcu7MTGdMQVmpAwlW0iQVrwipyOXg_IDLh1U3GafmCp0NmdvLiwiEVhvQJKCl54ZyJ0A6e53lGL30Mo1Ks6A2qIfKsXK_b_mEPmUzBLmpBcv9Ku-kuRY_MIZOk__CdVJjzLwqLcreacZLn8uIxT_ExuzWZBoOyBCh5nHgtHVVnje6TmbjP5w=s1093" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="631" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW615e3lrcu7MTGdMQVmpAwlW0iQVrwipyOXg_IDLh1U3GafmCp0NmdvLiwiEVhvQJKCl54ZyJ0A6e53lGL30Mo1Ks6A2qIfKsXK_b_mEPmUzBLmpBcv9Ku-kuRY_MIZOk__CdVJjzLwqLcreacZLn8uIxT_ExuzWZBoOyBCh5nHgtHVVnje6TmbjP5w=s320" width="185" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Thursday, the 30th, the robotics team had a party - a movie and games. I came toward the end and joined in a game of Nerts. Great fun.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRvzb4Cs--UgyeWBusXqX--co-bBuq6CvuOJ1nIM1tJQ4p7HPgOQ3gH_ztRKGc4Zr0pmm4oUfdkx8JqbUEclHbR6ui9q6tWiKeIlWIb1OlWS8wbvQZeUJSevcoF9ARaRtq-82o2-9r0BsRRzIkytMnVl_Daf36iCLs7QMkGTE8WA_WhugWNUHcv75dBQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRvzb4Cs--UgyeWBusXqX--co-bBuq6CvuOJ1nIM1tJQ4p7HPgOQ3gH_ztRKGc4Zr0pmm4oUfdkx8JqbUEclHbR6ui9q6tWiKeIlWIb1OlWS8wbvQZeUJSevcoF9ARaRtq-82o2-9r0BsRRzIkytMnVl_Daf36iCLs7QMkGTE8WA_WhugWNUHcv75dBQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>All week long the work on Stephan and Karen's new house continued steadily in eager readiness for our family get together Saturday. Here is Karen's summary:&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2022/01/02/finishing-up-kitchen-and-bathrooms/">&nbsp;Finishing up kitchen and bathrooms</a><div><br /></div><div>Despite their state of exhaustion, they welcomed us into their lovely space, still in transition.</div><div>I came early with the food I'd worked on for a day and a half, and hung the stockings on the stairs.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc5DgawxKAi5SG_2i9ctLTI9v24z-CYfHy46SqqSvJUQntH4sMhSNyOJg0qn0RYWh9RS_B9Id6OhkNJ0-OkUF8S97d4kvop4TN4kFGcJ1d7yiFb4xOUD8c1vGQWbfEcV_UjQaKLnlNThgzETt96fqZmCQp-nW0FCxl5gbLk6YehZnWoEOpO0m-t7Su5g=s955" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="955" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc5DgawxKAi5SG_2i9ctLTI9v24z-CYfHy46SqqSvJUQntH4sMhSNyOJg0qn0RYWh9RS_B9Id6OhkNJ0-OkUF8S97d4kvop4TN4kFGcJ1d7yiFb4xOUD8c1vGQWbfEcV_UjQaKLnlNThgzETt96fqZmCQp-nW0FCxl5gbLk6YehZnWoEOpO0m-t7Su5g=w640-h468" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The family units arrived one by one. Then the fun began!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As usual, there was more than enough food.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the second or third time that <strike>we</strike> I drew names and assigned one to each member. The secret gift-givers presented theirs in turn to the youngest first and in order to the oldest&nbsp;&nbsp;(guess who).&nbsp; We all watched and enjoyed each surprise and reaction&nbsp; Sadly six members were missing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirqGyXU0A4rWXICjQAzMY2w5kYQ-sgwVcGnE30yj6Gnj9WCPZbg9sT1TodPpG4wwJwgnRgJVkj_CjPEusox_ek7FEikBMk_P8diTvweRIdSodWFJ6iD8XYJXpr52viMNeM43ICrM0y-TeW38BrkhjYJpWr__fqK5VijU-OyPNMq1G6Y44F5n_TfN2JTQ=s1702" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1702" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirqGyXU0A4rWXICjQAzMY2w5kYQ-sgwVcGnE30yj6Gnj9WCPZbg9sT1TodPpG4wwJwgnRgJVkj_CjPEusox_ek7FEikBMk_P8diTvweRIdSodWFJ6iD8XYJXpr52viMNeM43ICrM0y-TeW38BrkhjYJpWr__fqK5VijU-OyPNMq1G6Y44F5n_TfN2JTQ=w640-h452" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Then it was game time! We introduced some to a new one, AZUL, and had two games going on at the same time, with Splendor on the other end of the table. After which we all joined in a round of Hand and Foot. Just wish we could do this more often.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXSeCq-G6cm9TxpIpEvFs-sQwktd-C8bTdB1hGHeWncBSmNPfFXi_8Qn0d7pTJATMKalNGT6lSLl47urG9Z5Hy5_x0lrqhwKBnfeBaLWP1Ta_-xbQp_1vvGSIvlrgSxEo1mcImZiE__Z1d5Cnj6CsHSkKd5ktP_l0bkOAwxzB1U6oMHrrf21IsViqUcw=s2438" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1070" data-original-width="2438" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXSeCq-G6cm9TxpIpEvFs-sQwktd-C8bTdB1hGHeWncBSmNPfFXi_8Qn0d7pTJATMKalNGT6lSLl47urG9Z5Hy5_x0lrqhwKBnfeBaLWP1Ta_-xbQp_1vvGSIvlrgSxEo1mcImZiE__Z1d5Cnj6CsHSkKd5ktP_l0bkOAwxzB1U6oMHrrf21IsViqUcw=w640-h280" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hand and Foot (the table is not really V shaped :-)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is my Christmas loot. There is a small&nbsp; . . . . . in the little box on the right, something I collect. Can you fill in the blank?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEdcMjoDEpDjhXvvQfxWc8xbVjaF-kVQMqfPdY4b-5ATcLKLI546MOjGyi46i8Q-UneyqHJy0xwJ8b5Vvaps3wBWkiaAP1ME7s26RF38WxsSzVrW-p-serVaPd6CQ9fS_ie_j_nhgumHXrbMcXsElEDBLpdVzVr8TkaH5u8pleppoqWdEzqMhvm3bxwg=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEdcMjoDEpDjhXvvQfxWc8xbVjaF-kVQMqfPdY4b-5ATcLKLI546MOjGyi46i8Q-UneyqHJy0xwJ8b5Vvaps3wBWkiaAP1ME7s26RF38WxsSzVrW-p-serVaPd6CQ9fS_ie_j_nhgumHXrbMcXsElEDBLpdVzVr8TkaH5u8pleppoqWdEzqMhvm3bxwg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And now, blessings in the New Year to all my faithful readers and friends!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THE END</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S.: Very seriously considering ending this weekly blog. Don't know if I can, as it's become such a habit.</div></div> Anticipating Christmas https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/12/anticipating-christmas.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:984f97f0-2616-ec5d-8a44-cb5171d2e119 Tue, 28 Dec 2021 14:03:16 -0500 <p>&nbsp;All the preparations for the Big Event we celebrate create eager anticipation, even longing. Christmas greetings coming in and going out - some in the form of cards, and increasingly more via the internet.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUrQPAChNGuHD5qXIIOU2FiBhF05VIo0OtJsbvKr2Go2rhWVHJPpFYnA88JYRa7JHnnj0fR7npAT4Cht0OTA_weEMOUWJSUoSVxbUiUUG32eUZOp34DqaMtV1wEOBiHn5_LiH1c04HBEs0dX9XFlN2UArdxPXMy4MifGVQ9znvANFAXabVBuCtvxV58A=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUrQPAChNGuHD5qXIIOU2FiBhF05VIo0OtJsbvKr2Go2rhWVHJPpFYnA88JYRa7JHnnj0fR7npAT4Cht0OTA_weEMOUWJSUoSVxbUiUUG32eUZOp34DqaMtV1wEOBiHn5_LiH1c04HBEs0dX9XFlN2UArdxPXMy4MifGVQ9znvANFAXabVBuCtvxV58A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">An annual bike ride Michael enjoys is the Luminary, to see the Christmas lights in areas of Indianapolis. He decorated his bicycle for the occasion. However, there were only seven riders this year and the people who used to serve hot chocolate and cookies were not there.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtVoeHVZ6FM5BE1Je7zdSg-qj-V2sYxqbzwrZ0yuX8gAAJcbKfJ0wpHbvF_Dyngq_ggWDNOl336Odnl_I6CZbXjbJdfIff5f_aQhHADok0CeynEDBo7AUtWRj_g5fwZH8mvCmnFWEIwuFSBfWKy5S1awn8m_Ccsia6GHjkQQryPTib7wTJxhCgzNxSIw=s275" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="275" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtVoeHVZ6FM5BE1Je7zdSg-qj-V2sYxqbzwrZ0yuX8gAAJcbKfJ0wpHbvF_Dyngq_ggWDNOl336Odnl_I6CZbXjbJdfIff5f_aQhHADok0CeynEDBo7AUtWRj_g5fwZH8mvCmnFWEIwuFSBfWKy5S1awn8m_Ccsia6GHjkQQryPTib7wTJxhCgzNxSIw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As usual I spent time at my writing desk. This was the view one morning, the moon was still up. The trees are bare now, the weather is very mild for this time of year, and anyone wishing for a white Christmas will be disappointed.</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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJhao6XoaZoA2BtzS_rFj6FtwV3jB95mqrzz6Hs2Zvansr8L8wN7MDDZF4_oVBgQxT7QvpiX1f29plVoArZEA50hJ1xniyfVJk4XvWE6xchC6VvBT32wCtLHofji7b-GeklqAKi1uROe9UmHN3T2aCBR7F0fhZvYP6dFm076rFzVK8-EIMii3S8Wc-6g=s1480" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="1480" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJhao6XoaZoA2BtzS_rFj6FtwV3jB95mqrzz6Hs2Zvansr8L8wN7MDDZF4_oVBgQxT7QvpiX1f29plVoArZEA50hJ1xniyfVJk4XvWE6xchC6VvBT32wCtLHofji7b-GeklqAKi1uROe9UmHN3T2aCBR7F0fhZvYP6dFm076rFzVK8-EIMii3S8Wc-6g=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Memories of past Christmases surfaced every day. Here a few favorites from last year. I had forgotten the one representing Mary, Joseph and the baby, which was intended for use as our next Christmas card. Sadly I totally forgot.<div>Below it you can see how much the babe has grown.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQIdrEHKnErcYntsw-Z2GO8jKjTaljk48I13BTtSdzqefjbcGbpSOplMvfYyQJd8V3vnZoHC0qd211qZJGgugWd7-yt2bBHbvHrXtE1AGS--1tmNZFXDVjPlzUY32pEv0zoGaQUcjHyU6e_H0vTk9Hl7eUtKGVzxo3rTA_65cl8zVUYWFcqCQFtflPlA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQIdrEHKnErcYntsw-Z2GO8jKjTaljk48I13BTtSdzqefjbcGbpSOplMvfYyQJd8V3vnZoHC0qd211qZJGgugWd7-yt2bBHbvHrXtE1AGS--1tmNZFXDVjPlzUY32pEv0zoGaQUcjHyU6e_H0vTk9Hl7eUtKGVzxo3rTA_65cl8zVUYWFcqCQFtflPlA=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anticipation took on different aspects. At Stephan and Karen's new house, work accelerated hoping to be ready to host the annual Christmas Eve Brunch and Koch family gift exchange. Read about it <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/12/26/cabinets-railing-and-floors/">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you got all the way through you learned that there was a change of plans. The family event was postponed for a week. The brothers were most definitely sleep deprived working through the night, and their dad spent many hours there as well. The brunch, however, was still on, with one difference - it would be a carry-in instead of the Chef's usual fare.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's where my hours in the kitchen came in preparing: baked oatmeal, torta pascualina (Argentine spinach pie), Grandma Hoyt's fruit salad, Sharon's sweet potatoes in orange cups.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, we had a memorable last brunch in the old house, crowded but cozy and happy.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga2PYnWF7MTZgTb5h7E_Rjr1UetZtaNvJu2-HnoVXaprRy7i7ZlRdBaJu_hCkNwsACi94aCCAqcfpmREsMIr5_KD48U9LBDLg1abTd-5Acm9FYm06hmXwUmaSPKQr_rN5TShZoAkcw1Av2a_ZIkH8UR1ASJnprJ_bnAGtQi_IJlQ3qxpw2iC2HZtCrcw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga2PYnWF7MTZgTb5h7E_Rjr1UetZtaNvJu2-HnoVXaprRy7i7ZlRdBaJu_hCkNwsACi94aCCAqcfpmREsMIr5_KD48U9LBDLg1abTd-5Acm9FYm06hmXwUmaSPKQr_rN5TShZoAkcw1Av2a_ZIkH8UR1ASJnprJ_bnAGtQi_IJlQ3qxpw2iC2HZtCrcw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I especially enjoyed having the families of our two greats there.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKA_LeQvHYsTo4eSUdvJ8ba19NROa6T6ZZG54ZVj3Xn6FwSjRLn4nxa4_I2ljH7ju9ZRvzEUTub_LAsgX9n7JaJigVJpfEAgTQCNFL-LnrtYSY6l0Q8x2a2UwcDBGJEt1_93M9MVYcr8BjRW_3TYfxgf6PGJMNgbY7MBZhDxG9zJUvmazX5DLi4Nbl1Q=s829" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="744" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKA_LeQvHYsTo4eSUdvJ8ba19NROa6T6ZZG54ZVj3Xn6FwSjRLn4nxa4_I2ljH7ju9ZRvzEUTub_LAsgX9n7JaJigVJpfEAgTQCNFL-LnrtYSY6l0Q8x2a2UwcDBGJEt1_93M9MVYcr8BjRW_3TYfxgf6PGJMNgbY7MBZhDxG9zJUvmazX5DLi4Nbl1Q=w359-h400" width="359" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was also a 16-day-old baby in the crowd. The protective mama allowed Karen the privilege of a few moments. That's when I came up with a question and my camera! She protested, "You can't expect me to answer and take a picture at the same time!" (Sorry, Karen.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwc0m3ol7--qnlLQWReVdOU4lHFOpqnWPBnWirJnjWGGwsOYxLNu3lNpa2nu-M6Y6oFkPIMqpqW9lJvJrFQUh8Kb8f-P6Q6I8SCFbqQh6Kz9GxAg9NU6VZPzYryLxu-k9vUCVKracac--fQP877sF4hS7S3iQs1et0A3M7nzeZbA7RDc6XyDvuYmbh6w=s1013" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="744" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwc0m3ol7--qnlLQWReVdOU4lHFOpqnWPBnWirJnjWGGwsOYxLNu3lNpa2nu-M6Y6oFkPIMqpqW9lJvJrFQUh8Kb8f-P6Q6I8SCFbqQh6Kz9GxAg9NU6VZPzYryLxu-k9vUCVKracac--fQP877sF4hS7S3iQs1et0A3M7nzeZbA7RDc6XyDvuYmbh6w=w294-h400" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then there was a tour of the new house to observe the progress and a few family photos outside.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfGxYyg1AkiV2zxlnVTpmq6thRFA-b9qECFmYa6y08MjCK3d_6QudqPcYLgdyMjdrIz6BQK-ClsJGK45lNIH0UkZvnuRzi93R1s6SSFkjCXawxRNLLFC5wKwGLeBAVk97JidGca1KulS9-wUlIaCvC2MXlsLRMBOu48YV922wdwt1l5LLJuGqoL4Sh-g=s690" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="436" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfGxYyg1AkiV2zxlnVTpmq6thRFA-b9qECFmYa6y08MjCK3d_6QudqPcYLgdyMjdrIz6BQK-ClsJGK45lNIH0UkZvnuRzi93R1s6SSFkjCXawxRNLLFC5wKwGLeBAVk97JidGca1KulS9-wUlIaCvC2MXlsLRMBOu48YV922wdwt1l5LLJuGqoL4Sh-g=w405-h640" width="405" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christmas Day is very different as empty-nesters.&nbsp; It was a rather quiet time with only Diane here. I confess to feeling depressed.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEm2LGlpPNq2B8UAHssRL4WBnv-LFkoRWcjy4mXd8Tho6rs6-YyMzhK6aHU2BYuJr5okE1FzMT8_3kluvMEI9I4OTC_l7Fh8Ak8sI3z0qG-WMzAWAdJT5_s9gUdcPyrmuVS5zMRyfKpMqH1I3RV6YYGCnoBuj4migjsxU73mh8PaZT-K7lpF4nS1Pi7A=s765" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="765" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEm2LGlpPNq2B8UAHssRL4WBnv-LFkoRWcjy4mXd8Tho6rs6-YyMzhK6aHU2BYuJr5okE1FzMT8_3kluvMEI9I4OTC_l7Fh8Ak8sI3z0qG-WMzAWAdJT5_s9gUdcPyrmuVS5zMRyfKpMqH1I3RV6YYGCnoBuj4migjsxU73mh8PaZT-K7lpF4nS1Pi7A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I treasured each glimpse into the home celebrations - the old and the new traditions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandma Linda makes pj's for each of the grands every year and that is one gift they open Christmas Eve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo44I6JOOoTxPoM8b2Qx-ujur03Rt_vts2w6l5Bw1DgGQmBvV6tsHwSuZc9gk8OjpIYLcxEA7oRlOe5KR1PX8aF5WiN3uJqnSLfGWitI0gy0Mvolrr1TnSuu2NZsrYa3XNb8qWd5C2jnpKopWmnubjiOA6E1-UY64oH-Fv9lv0Z2mVE3ePPcbpF-S1pg=s814" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="814" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo44I6JOOoTxPoM8b2Qx-ujur03Rt_vts2w6l5Bw1DgGQmBvV6tsHwSuZc9gk8OjpIYLcxEA7oRlOe5KR1PX8aF5WiN3uJqnSLfGWitI0gy0Mvolrr1TnSuu2NZsrYa3XNb8qWd5C2jnpKopWmnubjiOA6E1-UY64oH-Fv9lv0Z2mVE3ePPcbpF-S1pg=w400-h254" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2020&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;2021</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Kayla's house looks Christmas-card worthy in preparation for the joyful family time. Thank you, Matt, for this snapshot.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcwQq8Lr17obdKv1esLakAH2YVPoIBNdl8z8-N1Le05hJ752JCO4JxRJm3KXW7fyrxFynJXc4HTHz0OR9uJRc4QBbhpWs8mfPF6KrReDs-9C3zimBwWj-QdY7y_6tYplc7f8e4kB1f1Qn_R2uMbc-EsHl7rLABRkBgJx5JbpZlIQknUZ4bZpCOdgJ-tg=s954" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="954" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcwQq8Lr17obdKv1esLakAH2YVPoIBNdl8z8-N1Le05hJ752JCO4JxRJm3KXW7fyrxFynJXc4HTHz0OR9uJRc4QBbhpWs8mfPF6KrReDs-9C3zimBwWj-QdY7y_6tYplc7f8e4kB1f1Qn_R2uMbc-EsHl7rLABRkBgJx5JbpZlIQknUZ4bZpCOdgJ-tg=w640-h292" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Instagram&nbsp;I followed the household celebrations at Sam and Kristie's and also Malachi and Lexi's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These beautiful internet gifts ministered to my soul!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here's another favorite memory, one of the last Christmases with Mother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpaSEznGmjltk9u0glj5VYvM3aAcEVj-pUmy3Coe4_Mwuwb0UQEEtD5SdrGT4CPR60RTg0SKKaFf1hdoyBZopBp59HIjmwpc0-7u6ZHV-zHD_XhJg_tNAieXweDtPIv6CesvVH5fl_AtX4G0XGcuK_6LzxGWKYmheE0eXw5HTXX5dVghcgG5bKB1jrmg=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpaSEznGmjltk9u0glj5VYvM3aAcEVj-pUmy3Coe4_Mwuwb0UQEEtD5SdrGT4CPR60RTg0SKKaFf1hdoyBZopBp59HIjmwpc0-7u6ZHV-zHD_XhJg_tNAieXweDtPIv6CesvVH5fl_AtX4G0XGcuK_6LzxGWKYmheE0eXw5HTXX5dVghcgG5bKB1jrmg=w223-h400" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Festivities are not over. The Koch family celebration is now scheduled for New Year's Day!&nbsp;</div></div> Of Shepherds and Wise Men https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/12/24/of-shepherds-and-wise-men/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:12b02029-c184-632c-fb76-087136e3223d Fri, 24 Dec 2021 16:15:03 -0500 When God selected those who would be mentioned as the visitors to His newborn Son, He could not have chosen two more different groups. First, He chose the shepherds. “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.” Luke 2:8. In this time in history,&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/12/24/of-shepherds-and-wise-men/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Of Shepherds and Wise&#160;Men</span></a> <p>When God selected those who would be mentioned as the visitors to His newborn Son, He could not have chosen two more different groups.</p> <p>First, He chose the shepherds. “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.” Luke 2:8. In this time in history, shepherds were the lowest of the low on the social scale. They were uneducated. They spent their time tending sheep. They were poor. They were nearby.</p> <p>Second, He chose the Magi. “Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea…, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem.” Matthew 2:1. These men were so highly educated, they are known by the synonymous name of Wise Men. They not only noticed the new star, but they also had the means to travel to Judaea to discover its origin. They were well-respected. They were rich. They brought expensive gifts from a faraway land.</p> <p>The shepherds were almost certainly the first to visit the newborn King. The Wise Men were almost certainly among the last before Joseph, Mary, and Jesus fled to Egypt.</p> <p>Why does it matter who visited the Christ-child? Perhaps, we can learn that anyone can be saved. God can save the rich and the poor. God can save the educated and the uneducated. God can save those who are near—raised in Christian homes—and far—those who have heard the Gospel only once.</p> <p>We are all simply worshipers of the Christ Child.</p> <p>Have a blessed Christmas!</p> Reunions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/12/reunions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:34f52b47-bbdb-c33c-4a08-294d009f1860 Wed, 22 Dec 2021 12:53:07 -0500 <div class="separator"><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijC8u5vzBaXjl4nV5rhEr3U2ZRo2JeyDpnXmoXj_cTH1nBBnw_JULj29u-I5IZB5TIIE_bIvYnnb8uXOlAA3m6tiXTOpMf1YhFH9GMs5uLsopIp4kewP83inF6j7kBtBZRxQLTT9-vYDG-RTV8C1hm_tjnIfA90qE_-x7FVHBdXlRjECT2eIDRw8C7vg=s408" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="408" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijC8u5vzBaXjl4nV5rhEr3U2ZRo2JeyDpnXmoXj_cTH1nBBnw_JULj29u-I5IZB5TIIE_bIvYnnb8uXOlAA3m6tiXTOpMf1YhFH9GMs5uLsopIp4kewP83inF6j7kBtBZRxQLTT9-vYDG-RTV8C1hm_tjnIfA90qE_-x7FVHBdXlRjECT2eIDRw8C7vg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas lights at the Koch's</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first half of the week we were involved in the usual weekly responsibilities while also anticipating excitement ahead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics team meets twice a week now and Michael diligently teaches them basic things they will need to know to build a robot. It's a young team, mostly seventh or eighth graders only one high school student. Build-season is fast approaching!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiG7HPVsQWnyzWPUn81llJRg4-dFB4f-nj7ZqMwAnPeGI3kMf8Vvm86xMDLFeUH2nBhKfXp4tCGoaaVX06x68p112ECFUoHJgG0dUyfaxUNLxLytq-UFis0DsfRfbHJmvWS87gQX05fXDLFHPbTB84Y3dosoPcolsE0L-YaEDVVtLL57EGi0tGAFQZU1w=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="960" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiG7HPVsQWnyzWPUn81llJRg4-dFB4f-nj7ZqMwAnPeGI3kMf8Vvm86xMDLFeUH2nBhKfXp4tCGoaaVX06x68p112ECFUoHJgG0dUyfaxUNLxLytq-UFis0DsfRfbHJmvWS87gQX05fXDLFHPbTB84Y3dosoPcolsE0L-YaEDVVtLL57EGi0tGAFQZU1w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was busy revising and posting the last <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-temple.html">chapter </a>of the La Carlota series. It's about the church Dad helped build in our first town in Argentina. It has a surprise ending.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The excitement began Wednesday evening when Kendra and Zach arrived on their way from Los Angeles to Philadelphia. He had flown out from Massachusetts to help her make the long trek across the US. They planned it well, stopping to see people and places along the way.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael prepared a wonderful welcome meal. We taught them our new game - AZUL - while we waited for Moriah to join us for dinner and an overnight stay. Kendra won with an off-the-charts score. Beginners' luck or is she just that smart?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZEHBmZ5cz3CnNvMYmQN86E-VkDenKHyBzaFk0P9VHPL8aDPwY00dk6QF1N9AlYZz2GqbngtLkjuB6RC_hpdVqd8ldzw996XqRGP_VcShp_dwhvmWPWjhYbnwQlhQWljmeG5FEbnOCRrpZKeB5-9LS75AWAFlsROp4sYwY5fdKZYs-SmSXJwqGNB8pUg=s646" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="646" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZEHBmZ5cz3CnNvMYmQN86E-VkDenKHyBzaFk0P9VHPL8aDPwY00dk6QF1N9AlYZz2GqbngtLkjuB6RC_hpdVqd8ldzw996XqRGP_VcShp_dwhvmWPWjhYbnwQlhQWljmeG5FEbnOCRrpZKeB5-9LS75AWAFlsROp4sYwY5fdKZYs-SmSXJwqGNB8pUg=w400-h281" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Brilliant or not, she was still working on meeting deadlines to wrap up her last semester of college. At breakfast the next morning, she finally submitted the last assignment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB2NepZafOtX07f-eG3HTMTq1LvDdxE1wmy1lnJ9t_BHCezzjI_SYiYw8m-IquNv861PEadyVS8QSCEGEpW4e1BTo_Zj0dhmVXdmhUQvuaG1yimZKQZNALmS5q563GtZ5-2g_4ENwpa_lo0P5lvckI6PeKa1RIq30PBre69D0s5e1-6mn4AdZ5y8rXGg=s408" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="408" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB2NepZafOtX07f-eG3HTMTq1LvDdxE1wmy1lnJ9t_BHCezzjI_SYiYw8m-IquNv861PEadyVS8QSCEGEpW4e1BTo_Zj0dhmVXdmhUQvuaG1yimZKQZNALmS5q563GtZ5-2g_4ENwpa_lo0P5lvckI6PeKa1RIq30PBre69D0s5e1-6mn4AdZ5y8rXGg=w640-h232" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then the former housemates disappeared and enjoyed a hair-styling session like old times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEYtKDU_TFMJQWtNSjrroirMbI_P5lEyievhcBJcRZFUkjRgIDZY_TKWae81EpDAwFTicciB3pQB5Dsk2aVeqFTQXnABXhQ2xgFoH4hLrrMUVz2cz1Z60mqKPtmI1aSJvAVrsfFymjIDR0TGWIULv6MK3tTWTqUn2PC93DowM5uuVubZs95y5T8CG99g=s1323" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="1323" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEYtKDU_TFMJQWtNSjrroirMbI_P5lEyievhcBJcRZFUkjRgIDZY_TKWae81EpDAwFTicciB3pQB5Dsk2aVeqFTQXnABXhQ2xgFoH4hLrrMUVz2cz1Z60mqKPtmI1aSJvAVrsfFymjIDR0TGWIULv6MK3tTWTqUn2PC93DowM5uuVubZs95y5T8CG99g=w400-h228" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then it was time for a goodbye selfie. Till we meet again, graduation in May or their wedding next June.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGb6rpYMmdhD8sj2e6uJT-vhY-s9I5L2ae1P6ySgilfs7KtdNtA2Sqc8CnaxNsufHlYW5DPcX_xyewkwP21nBVW_XTG8y4Zq4UPsPSbaInIOaZwVO7tNGwuglZUOnRoY6wtTb3cQ8E70m2UYWxokTdDRK2-WqAEHS4Ti5sp0rNuW-k_XlrL69G_3MsrQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="823" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGb6rpYMmdhD8sj2e6uJT-vhY-s9I5L2ae1P6ySgilfs7KtdNtA2Sqc8CnaxNsufHlYW5DPcX_xyewkwP21nBVW_XTG8y4Zq4UPsPSbaInIOaZwVO7tNGwuglZUOnRoY6wtTb3cQ8E70m2UYWxokTdDRK2-WqAEHS4Ti5sp0rNuW-k_XlrL69G_3MsrQ=s320" width="274" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, we enjoyed another grand reunion with friends from near and far at John and Abby Pugsley's wedding. He grew up in our community and became an outstanding long time member of the robotics team.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW5PFRIdnrAv2qBKUGCBoPMUD97jaO-J0mQ43HZj1ETlN4rPURd2Vkx1OzLqLDh1OO6eEhq78nRiT5ZNwNH0nXtSBRyTOtVpUgZXx1JzSgDLOTU9rm9qtc_Ewgg7y1z4k8WWmlu4TuW89cqSI7dUlBvN51s0nyBtOZ_MNJ_-S0AvYsPkKNmC19CAW8yA=s1264" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="967" data-original-width="1264" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW5PFRIdnrAv2qBKUGCBoPMUD97jaO-J0mQ43HZj1ETlN4rPURd2Vkx1OzLqLDh1OO6eEhq78nRiT5ZNwNH0nXtSBRyTOtVpUgZXx1JzSgDLOTU9rm9qtc_Ewgg7y1z4k8WWmlu4TuW89cqSI7dUlBvN51s0nyBtOZ_MNJ_-S0AvYsPkKNmC19CAW8yA=w400-h306" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In typical John style, he had prepared 16 pages of notes - a very detailed plan for everything leading up to the event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Several unique and thoughtful aspects we enjoyed: appetizers, games, and fellowship during the wedding party's photo session; the photos of the couple, their age matched the table number; guests were served first, starting with the children. We had a great time conversing with friends at table 12.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiV2Eu69vzdcUjVk0_MnNbIiuaY6mOH5U1nGP8UDPZfd7e1QysMQevtUXVF5AGqiKhwQYUZJYYfiZUX_uYkiKCAeUCg1ZTSrvAaU9XrPygP8IB12D_U5nPBjSO2lCf75zbHyMQfJRMW9yEYxC44UfwpEpVibQs5ar4Thp0FnZ0yUav-inggS7shD2yFCw=s1009" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1009" data-original-width="408" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiV2Eu69vzdcUjVk0_MnNbIiuaY6mOH5U1nGP8UDPZfd7e1QysMQevtUXVF5AGqiKhwQYUZJYYfiZUX_uYkiKCAeUCg1ZTSrvAaU9XrPygP8IB12D_U5nPBjSO2lCf75zbHyMQfJRMW9yEYxC44UfwpEpVibQs5ar4Thp0FnZ0yUav-inggS7shD2yFCw=w258-h640" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning early, my brother Alan came from Warsaw and I rode with him to Corbin, KY for our dear cousin's memorial. Sadly Michael was not able to go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsSQjDP96UxvxwJMjjCq0khXTVtTAzF2EUZFtp7ttd09Eo94NMNosTVlyJkEl8iMXKUZjKTuoxq7Wx7D9K8F2KyF1EVh2s8oRaBJWFOB33VDGLMULYQi2jOBMOEGgkmfat2dyatBHQoIqIP336oVWHBTxh2Z92wwChxnXCmUOc4hC3RYANwEB_MXtjSg=s1697" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1697" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsSQjDP96UxvxwJMjjCq0khXTVtTAzF2EUZFtp7ttd09Eo94NMNosTVlyJkEl8iMXKUZjKTuoxq7Wx7D9K8F2KyF1EVh2s8oRaBJWFOB33VDGLMULYQi2jOBMOEGgkmfat2dyatBHQoIqIP336oVWHBTxh2Z92wwChxnXCmUOc4hC3RYANwEB_MXtjSg=w640-h453" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ed worked for Union College twenty-eight years. The last eight as president. He was well loved by&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the entire community. So many wonderful memories were told or written about him. This one speaks for many, "He was always a kind and gentle person. He was always looking for the good in all things and everyone. He will be missed and we live on in the memories of all who ever met him!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He leaves a lovely daughter who also lost her mother four years ago, but thankfully is surrounded by a loving extended family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjNhW-TWKSS5BEFV58M7lRKJUgw_pzsec2H-Q8JRKS-_yhC_5vF1RMIcjGwUJ2J_JJeZWu_MyuPE6Z2t9LtGXJfKyTO48tJIgG1g8-aTbQOQLL8DeD6nvSPmcVZGnNAN4aquWjesRSXxOmPq_w62YB5MnvWhasK88FL-98iM5bkqdxwaM3KKPiQR6c4Q=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjNhW-TWKSS5BEFV58M7lRKJUgw_pzsec2H-Q8JRKS-_yhC_5vF1RMIcjGwUJ2J_JJeZWu_MyuPE6Z2t9LtGXJfKyTO48tJIgG1g8-aTbQOQLL8DeD6nvSPmcVZGnNAN4aquWjesRSXxOmPq_w62YB5MnvWhasK88FL-98iM5bkqdxwaM3KKPiQR6c4Q=s320" width="223" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe Rose de Rosset</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Since his retirement, Ed and Chloe have lived very near older sister Karin and her husband Jack who helped in every way, especially during his year-long illness.<div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5-F5MbnnwS3q3K_tCN5vm7hDy1FJ2VLLMs9Cgnl_9araJiIq9fGpuIWjE26712a3Upke0Kdn_zdwQjJB-9nC5u6QuROqJAfYN6BKmEG8mzy9MKWUr3ZvNUT61p_csRtvTXL2xc7-8_es_jxZVm23tbLtQd51PdlpxGPELwZlxd76MOqZaROJavwKvpA=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="2048" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5-F5MbnnwS3q3K_tCN5vm7hDy1FJ2VLLMs9Cgnl_9araJiIq9fGpuIWjE26712a3Upke0Kdn_zdwQjJB-9nC5u6QuROqJAfYN6BKmEG8mzy9MKWUr3ZvNUT61p_csRtvTXL2xc7-8_es_jxZVm23tbLtQd51PdlpxGPELwZlxd76MOqZaROJavwKvpA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo credit Jack Traylor, right.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mother's older sister Joyce and her husband Ed de Rosset were missionaries in Peru.Their four children--Karin, Ed, Rosie, and Fred--served in institutions of higher education.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Alan and I spent the night in Fred and Carol's lovely home in Berea, KY, before heading back home Sunday morning.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijV761pBX7brHr7xwjayaMhkrv5RZObRzTWSy6nxoAlA83rgdH82Ao31MJAjMIMvuKQzJmo2hKfBaS9NVvLz-VUxaIR42bMa0o_mup483JGtHyGAvszMagTf8LY3dhz75hdYgp4-d0mRHBFO4Q4qwHcW2nycUc8EuLz_bi_88j-5JtPtuNZKHHeKKjKw=s1697" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1697" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijV761pBX7brHr7xwjayaMhkrv5RZObRzTWSy6nxoAlA83rgdH82Ao31MJAjMIMvuKQzJmo2hKfBaS9NVvLz-VUxaIR42bMa0o_mup483JGtHyGAvszMagTf8LY3dhz75hdYgp4-d0mRHBFO4Q4qwHcW2nycUc8EuLz_bi_88j-5JtPtuNZKHHeKKjKw=w640-h290" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carol &amp; Rachel, Karin and Jack, Fred and family</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This has become the de Rosset family gathering point. Rosie and Chloe will join them for Christmas.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Family stories and getting better acquainted was the best part of the weekend. I am so grateful for the heritage we share.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was reminded of the extent of our family connections a couple weeks ago. I was at the local clinic across the street from Taylor University. A student walked in that I recognized as a second-cousin-once-removed and talked to him about our ancestry.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrLppmsYW1ETuRlJ1pfG8K7gCIz3YDInvngQbLKe7kf41Ea90mMa69khJgP-1zJ5FmMh9jO5GfQooWn-PmRKmwZk2E-kjVw2TkPkcB2mKxsK7phDOwNh5oKQ13vdvZI6ZOdRGViFgh5i8Bbij3LekAuMcLZnoqEG_0wFfediGTbLi_Y6YyFN8TUfT57w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrLppmsYW1ETuRlJ1pfG8K7gCIz3YDInvngQbLKe7kf41Ea90mMa69khJgP-1zJ5FmMh9jO5GfQooWn-PmRKmwZk2E-kjVw2TkPkcB2mKxsK7phDOwNh5oKQ13vdvZI6ZOdRGViFgh5i8Bbij3LekAuMcLZnoqEG_0wFfediGTbLi_Y6YyFN8TUfT57w=s320" width="204" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />This is the tiniest Nativity I have ever seen. It was in the guest room, along with a small turtle like the ones on my kitchen window sill.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0FwpJfIiKjNo6uvrfhWAF2SDsO03ZkoXcAC6g7xJstKOkXjILvAeL3j8R4EqksUUqdhaFOyH_xz0WWuoSGEFGrx6jGYo0Zsoq4XFlnFo3fxiU1ktGHeV7D-V7-flLlf9hDw5LtGCUSRb6FXj8-ugfC0mYgpBZ6BRZTJruD5sGffhROdhKa7R9WvxYYA=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0FwpJfIiKjNo6uvrfhWAF2SDsO03ZkoXcAC6g7xJstKOkXjILvAeL3j8R4EqksUUqdhaFOyH_xz0WWuoSGEFGrx6jGYo0Zsoq4XFlnFo3fxiU1ktGHeV7D-V7-flLlf9hDw5LtGCUSRb6FXj8-ugfC0mYgpBZ6BRZTJruD5sGffhROdhKa7R9WvxYYA=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I rejoice with every reminder of Emmanuel, God with us!&nbsp;</div><div>Michael and I watched <a href="https://www.fathomevents.com/events/The-Chosen-Christmas">Christmas with The Chosen: The Messengers</a> twice, in the theater and online. Still showing in select locations. Don't miss it!</div><div>&nbsp;<p></p></div> Tis the Season . . . https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/12/tis-season.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:cb7c641f-6d13-d197-ea28-a0b6cfc3262a Wed, 15 Dec 2021 18:11:08 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tis the Advent season . . .&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally all the Christmas decorations made their way out of the attic and slowly found their place. The mini Nativities&nbsp; replaced the turtle collection on the kitchen window sill. This one is a favorite--one of Leah's many tiny clay sculptures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyH9gZe8sZzBCz2c9DisEhJWcyA8awjcyRy-KTL0iLWLmFd1wHlmjurhYN2KSUcMe43PnqSGGjaq9wail8aFFPJxZU0mTXd64lWaSF7BciM02YLNFzm7-8gEqcZbUEItBg6w92wpcC95aEt-mdI8yij9MVEet2VEvy-s-Uk1v2fzwtd2TCt274-zlKeg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1506" data-original-width="2048" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyH9gZe8sZzBCz2c9DisEhJWcyA8awjcyRy-KTL0iLWLmFd1wHlmjurhYN2KSUcMe43PnqSGGjaq9wail8aFFPJxZU0mTXd64lWaSF7BciM02YLNFzm7-8gEqcZbUEItBg6w92wpcC95aEt-mdI8yij9MVEet2VEvy-s-Uk1v2fzwtd2TCt274-zlKeg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second Sunday of Advent is one when we look forward to the Christmas&nbsp;<a href="https://livestream.com/accounts/14007714/events/9972526/videos/227856387">cantata</a>&nbsp;- a beautiful and powerful presentation of the Gospel story from Creation to Redemption.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuRQPaXRoVZCHKdK1iaqhgqzI14UTZXTyiu3R9BeAyWXS36zFy-q1k6BqIIbdiGoV14OxoemTBKNnJaW8EabaYiDgn6rgtN2sYdgwTKMaZyC80m_adUjTHba4j2tz-_-2-U0NG6ZeAmzED_W6Sfv4hZAkVQJIM4wNFAQJAwvPwt3GCenGVV9lW9Eae6Q=s2048" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="2048" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuRQPaXRoVZCHKdK1iaqhgqzI14UTZXTyiu3R9BeAyWXS36zFy-q1k6BqIIbdiGoV14OxoemTBKNnJaW8EabaYiDgn6rgtN2sYdgwTKMaZyC80m_adUjTHba4j2tz-_-2-U0NG6ZeAmzED_W6Sfv4hZAkVQJIM4wNFAQJAwvPwt3GCenGVV9lW9Eae6Q=w640-h362" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night dinner welcomed good friends we hadn't seen in a while, including a baby in the making! I probably looked like that 51 years ago before Stephan's arrival. I could better relate to Mary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggNNaAKMXNvjfnrUU3WivFRjAhLTnk174N92x5bDaNWie1JTtY7BsPcB_xCcE1uIlQRLuSYGxa9ieJS0XaQSYVI-r2U8-EjUQ6HBKLDMfx5IzlQjOX5k7AFsLWPNuvyR7MzG6bfIPaaE6HWide2Z38VUpT4ayON3gXihzqjjAT2t_wIwx47_9Gf4ODIw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1279" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggNNaAKMXNvjfnrUU3WivFRjAhLTnk174N92x5bDaNWie1JTtY7BsPcB_xCcE1uIlQRLuSYGxa9ieJS0XaQSYVI-r2U8-EjUQ6HBKLDMfx5IzlQjOX5k7AFsLWPNuvyR7MzG6bfIPaaE6HWide2Z38VUpT4ayON3gXihzqjjAT2t_wIwx47_9Gf4ODIw=s320" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tis the season for special gatherings, like the ladies' Bible Study Christmas brunch on Wednesday. I had not been with these friends all semester as I focused on writing. So it was a delight to be with them again. Each table had a special decoration. This one was made many years ago by the husband of our table hostess. She explained that the color of the cross etched into the star was from old nails in vinegar. Symbolic?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsWWSazhOfQyNuVYchF9-wgSXdCfhfTZHLzMlRmg0XN383Z971ey0AZussD8PLH4WF3Xux-X0iaz2eizjh3jhBPek00VH3CSJYKYF4JA27PSAQK5f3Vr5uk9VStk2JpRC1rlxlRLtIy7I15vPHrlViHbGOIf94ZkgQeNGm-0fWsbqRs2n2z5FnKTTVmQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsWWSazhOfQyNuVYchF9-wgSXdCfhfTZHLzMlRmg0XN383Z971ey0AZussD8PLH4WF3Xux-X0iaz2eizjh3jhBPek00VH3CSJYKYF4JA27PSAQK5f3Vr5uk9VStk2JpRC1rlxlRLtIy7I15vPHrlViHbGOIf94ZkgQeNGm-0fWsbqRs2n2z5FnKTTVmQ=s320" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The young couple living temporarily with Leah, were waiting longingly for their baby to be born. Finally it happened Thursday night. Her very long labor and subsequent Caesarian reminded me again of Stephan's similar birth story.We were delighted to see this first family picture. The miracle of life and a safe delivery is a wondrous thing.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jesus spoke of the experience: "When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world." (John 16:21 ESV)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii_0Dqr_HtEfcor5qOPN0E--OYBQHm5Rx6ZH3OBtFhw30itJtDpkioTrNKCQC6WAKAGZpAie8lLwSp9SBi53fG6BlCMDPns0qmiZrmoJwFhpGOw34nEdsGrzhiQYU9qc20ADAJuUJYZzP_xeJxCv0qVFsqvgKmzSWBj7UtoC4Z2nQVpIroHc8tDj9QuA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii_0Dqr_HtEfcor5qOPN0E--OYBQHm5Rx6ZH3OBtFhw30itJtDpkioTrNKCQC6WAKAGZpAie8lLwSp9SBi53fG6BlCMDPns0qmiZrmoJwFhpGOw34nEdsGrzhiQYU9qc20ADAJuUJYZzP_xeJxCv0qVFsqvgKmzSWBj7UtoC4Z2nQVpIroHc8tDj9QuA=w225-h400" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our littlest family member certainly brings joy to all. He came for a bit on Saturday with his parents.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2-NTOubVp4mBocjNF2kMEZTtOrsXLBc2f9gUDJyyEJjTNpBPL8fO1UZ9DWFOdb8V5g3Q4mq7Yz8d9K22uHxU-RqH_sYAGdnYTjHuCondyvESJ8CYalrWjl6cTmux-Rli96r3N843ko2YZjXRvh0W1jLlfpBZEwIS4deP6HfH4hjVn1A3XMfFUlqdyVg=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2-NTOubVp4mBocjNF2kMEZTtOrsXLBc2f9gUDJyyEJjTNpBPL8fO1UZ9DWFOdb8V5g3Q4mq7Yz8d9K22uHxU-RqH_sYAGdnYTjHuCondyvESJ8CYalrWjl6cTmux-Rli96r3N843ko2YZjXRvh0W1jLlfpBZEwIS4deP6HfH4hjVn1A3XMfFUlqdyVg=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><p>I am trying to cut down on Christmas decor, so put up only a small tree this year. I couldn't decide which picture I liked best, with or without flash. Kayla came over one day and relieved me of quite a few ornaments to use on her bigger tree.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDDWF6Vxh5QVkAnhKCPVWcP5uJlEtpgHkcOTDvrmXMWcnePQ7p5JqdENN-osK7pANBqVIdPcu4KQxbDaqNuiqY7blTlfEAGwKPXb3SQENRQKwrcrvbl7WtxBIkCPOi8tEirtHscpQIAnAhiBBM3eSPQwowPg7b_SSA2sHnckbb_YPmoIJJ4S7tYLRM8w=s1370" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1370" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDDWF6Vxh5QVkAnhKCPVWcP5uJlEtpgHkcOTDvrmXMWcnePQ7p5JqdENN-osK7pANBqVIdPcu4KQxbDaqNuiqY7blTlfEAGwKPXb3SQENRQKwrcrvbl7WtxBIkCPOi8tEirtHscpQIAnAhiBBM3eSPQwowPg7b_SSA2sHnckbb_YPmoIJJ4S7tYLRM8w=w400-h350" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I chose a watercolor of a fir tree for our <a href="https://www.shutterfly.com/share-product/?shareid=bf5476e9-c1cf-49e6-a934-c7b1dd5243d9&amp;cid=SHARPRDWEBMPRLNK">Christmas card</a> this year. The <i>evergreen </i>reminded me of God's <i>everlasting </i>love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxfTE5v0kuv6X-RaHiarFaT-rNgeiRES-ZLdR7jJFW9-wdRHvPlGzcMbJu1NBA6Lrl9XwYFTUixum_OYYwjKT4wnfzv4CLHk06bum7N9ElLgJRdC4eYo-QIOGz4z8HgBlHvwzg836bnxn4HG63Gtfljt38ZvNYChmwO26sKxwmaIg2rDPrz3c_Ds0nwA=s1303" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="917" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxfTE5v0kuv6X-RaHiarFaT-rNgeiRES-ZLdR7jJFW9-wdRHvPlGzcMbJu1NBA6Lrl9XwYFTUixum_OYYwjKT4wnfzv4CLHk06bum7N9ElLgJRdC4eYo-QIOGz4z8HgBlHvwzg836bnxn4HG63Gtfljt38ZvNYChmwO26sKxwmaIg2rDPrz3c_Ds0nwA=s320" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p> Transitions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/12/transitions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2b40d47a-6697-815a-c685-8e79ef703338 Tue, 07 Dec 2021 16:28:35 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a few beautifully sunny days and somewhat warmer days, very inviting to go out for walks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxrcXIg3dOvdRotEgdtnKNJVk8l-WK3IEALO9gAM6BQ9myXgcQTd2rYs3P9EECatyKm0wt7I4fOhuRY8lnaeXEWlwvZYnzvrQVhZ604b5lcyKBXZw0MjrgX9oL7804w-Eq023scgn_lqIUfF87zOlxCtqOHruX1kkoGGs7xdHRpuz6IjX5SB7yDcYMNw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxrcXIg3dOvdRotEgdtnKNJVk8l-WK3IEALO9gAM6BQ9myXgcQTd2rYs3P9EECatyKm0wt7I4fOhuRY8lnaeXEWlwvZYnzvrQVhZ604b5lcyKBXZw0MjrgX9oL7804w-Eq023scgn_lqIUfF87zOlxCtqOHruX1kkoGGs7xdHRpuz6IjX5SB7yDcYMNw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael also took advantage of clear days to continue felling trees, cutting up huge logs, splitting wood, adding to the winter supply.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most other days he was at Stephan's hanging light fixtures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Son Sam worked there also installed kitchen cabinets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg82ssSrBX31hJFgzCi7syDXuhkoJMROgcmwoQS6-3xnKKu0yQteOVAqM5qjDPm1_UitM5fVauoh3CYguEcDVz35RKz5ZLVnGRdBuAZSXulJ6FSYXGc_3fz8YKRW4ZbywndkvBlitpWoa16Wqe1pfJ8plCyRmDnVPFJdqUEz1p-uwoy0Ps0rrylNHMcPg=s1679" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1679" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg82ssSrBX31hJFgzCi7syDXuhkoJMROgcmwoQS6-3xnKKu0yQteOVAqM5qjDPm1_UitM5fVauoh3CYguEcDVz35RKz5ZLVnGRdBuAZSXulJ6FSYXGc_3fz8YKRW4ZbywndkvBlitpWoa16Wqe1pfJ8plCyRmDnVPFJdqUEz1p-uwoy0Ps0rrylNHMcPg=w286-h400" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karen continues to blog about&nbsp; the&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/lighting-painting-trim-cabinetry/">house-progress.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I spent a few days on my various blogs. This weekly one is the least time-consuming. The two versions of my life stories, English and Spanish required more time to edit and review the translation and scheduling to publish chapter 19 - <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/life-in-big-house.html">Life in the Big House</a> - for the December 1st deadline.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday was the last Basics program for the year. Rebecca and I got to hang out together. When I dropped her off at home after, I realized I hadn't taken a picture in her holiday outfit, so she posed for me in front of their lovely Christmas tree.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheShm3OP4jW3ff1Cr_xwB4S8BQ_6bB4nRsB3K4MrT3Puf2Q_rBHa6ZX8OiZTufz4NdM-yABON_uvhjByTBYiMMDIpDS79F5XocED--0FzI3JyGeTnkacyCXC6qtbNGURl3HwU8GtiuvHQfaU6_TUaWPk9Rsb_vUiBv8Au8rJbdgUTl3426Tp9B8_coTQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheShm3OP4jW3ff1Cr_xwB4S8BQ_6bB4nRsB3K4MrT3Puf2Q_rBHa6ZX8OiZTufz4NdM-yABON_uvhjByTBYiMMDIpDS79F5XocED--0FzI3JyGeTnkacyCXC6qtbNGURl3HwU8GtiuvHQfaU6_TUaWPk9Rsb_vUiBv8Au8rJbdgUTl3426Tp9B8_coTQ=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The robotics team is gearing up for the new season to begin in early January so they transitioned to two meetings per week. I stopped by on my way home from Muncie and enjoyed seeing how much fun the students were having putting the robot back together.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiLa_OO4I1LoPJC-W2jPiDud8CqL0fE1sz2x8LAYaWbrYgVfF75gKqUe-4XSls4t5HzzR-suqEzcVZRUoyTtFHhqOoLEveihAaaS4Y270NYOcdxi9Gi-NlkEbeH7sBCM03M6h6lECL1umd6Q4nxkEQCKBZ8nytFtc3CPDyFQi50xnb3vGt8wrAHQFapQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiLa_OO4I1LoPJC-W2jPiDud8CqL0fE1sz2x8LAYaWbrYgVfF75gKqUe-4XSls4t5HzzR-suqEzcVZRUoyTtFHhqOoLEveihAaaS4Y270NYOcdxi9Gi-NlkEbeH7sBCM03M6h6lECL1umd6Q4nxkEQCKBZ8nytFtc3CPDyFQi50xnb3vGt8wrAHQFapQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I walked out I looked through old photos and found this one of Sam from the time Elijah had been on the team.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had just spent time with Sam. He joined me at a meeting in Muncie. I was greatly relieved to hear from him the doctor's assessment of the recent MRIs. Comparing the recent ones with the previous ones taken in 2016, he did see a significant enough change in the cyst to warrant any action. This is a great relief.</div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGQjjDTzjiTLBtLyn4_KHBzPGJT01DbuvELalqq74HE4sCUc-2AqWNrNWx3KgMNJ5csSkCChdJKdVgGuSaDDJwdVxN11bykPZ9qXAa9Iypr7GpQWYUHcQnj5o9dUCy-iA5LbkTquB9-DdSz2TJg3VOTYIYvIz3Ei3Vq5EHkBBh0K7PbLmsc5UQUH6HiQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGQjjDTzjiTLBtLyn4_KHBzPGJT01DbuvELalqq74HE4sCUc-2AqWNrNWx3KgMNJ5csSkCChdJKdVgGuSaDDJwdVxN11bykPZ9qXAa9Iypr7GpQWYUHcQnj5o9dUCy-iA5LbkTquB9-DdSz2TJg3VOTYIYvIz3Ei3Vq5EHkBBh0K7PbLmsc5UQUH6HiQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening we welcomed Bethany who is on home assignment from her work in Tanzania with <a href="https://mavunovillage.org/">Mavuno Village</a>, a family-style orphanage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We found out she loves to play games too. So we had a fun time playing Splendor first. Then she introduced us to a new game she had with her--<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Strategy-Placement-Players-Average-Playtime/dp/B077MZ2MPW">AZUL</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT3CcKxIsb5989hwgzxi0z-U6ejp4Z6FfGdu2BS7e73nVVF2YHMrk8X8SDVR_ko2KYTlL8pJAIaDrnacJKWFbEEw12ulC6-r2OR-WupwKOsDjeIfXyFYccfLNfzx03nZBZPrGmieOIeJBEbV1aBMX8wr43-WbRXx4LLqwlNdXgnPEfODovxla9e57k0Q=s676" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="676" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT3CcKxIsb5989hwgzxi0z-U6ejp4Z6FfGdu2BS7e73nVVF2YHMrk8X8SDVR_ko2KYTlL8pJAIaDrnacJKWFbEEw12ulC6-r2OR-WupwKOsDjeIfXyFYccfLNfzx03nZBZPrGmieOIeJBEbV1aBMX8wr43-WbRXx4LLqwlNdXgnPEfODovxla9e57k0Q=w640-h234" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday she began her long drive to Philadelphia after more good conversation at breakfast and a quick selfie. We are truly grateful for the friends who find their way to our home, the blessing of living in the Crossroads of America.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpOKXZjtazVUMP0BD2msresee22mY_d1ad6mClVSh7ChgUNpi-gNat9eCOJpFtVlB0sIwb0mrSn10g9nj0HjftMmSvssdTkyO6NhiZYr_1Xf6VGrRw7wRDMDn7Jv9ZeO1qRtUd9FKGr-zCUg1eUQ-eN6xseJCuuZnP6jVAysTZzF0P6IsXvVnOYzxfAw=s765" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="765" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpOKXZjtazVUMP0BD2msresee22mY_d1ad6mClVSh7ChgUNpi-gNat9eCOJpFtVlB0sIwb0mrSn10g9nj0HjftMmSvssdTkyO6NhiZYr_1Xf6VGrRw7wRDMDn7Jv9ZeO1qRtUd9FKGr-zCUg1eUQ-eN6xseJCuuZnP6jVAysTZzF0P6IsXvVnOYzxfAw=w400-h195" 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 evening we attended a Christmas performance at<a href="https://www.thecommonstheatre.org/"> The Commons Theatre</a>&nbsp;in Alexandria. Our friend Tamara was one of the directors (and I borrowed this photo from her FB page).</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3_IPea9hc-3_Amza5PFVWQqi5kY3JadeSRCiJgVP09FCbjUI6YQO_ZMPcR9h5le6jOxgeqGGDMQ856rqsltaQ4Db4KJht1a46HfKQYjOvoR3vXJ0ZNDk2H5WAKmu6tU_PvJF74dHzJbWLRvLrBh0UCE8N2cT86LQg2x8TTipCrC0r-6OnQG4qXfEpVg=s750" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="750" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3_IPea9hc-3_Amza5PFVWQqi5kY3JadeSRCiJgVP09FCbjUI6YQO_ZMPcR9h5le6jOxgeqGGDMQ856rqsltaQ4Db4KJht1a46HfKQYjOvoR3vXJ0ZNDk2H5WAKmu6tU_PvJF74dHzJbWLRvLrBh0UCE8N2cT86LQg2x8TTipCrC0r-6OnQG4qXfEpVg=w640-h278" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As if Michael had not done enough, at the end of a busy Sunday, he decided to make bread!<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFNl4rRbaGpPBav1Q5Q8vtr3YGcF-6zaVVOFCP93ls7Mp-fP_2M1B0p8pV6v-H0Ztjdn4eUiTWynhzguMGMlt6aBuWNLyn8QGC6JyTjlKgVRDZNXviavs0svavyz-eKiGIjFRVKtL4gAfNL_GEIRT7MatLXH9kiFakYT0m8ldQ8jDwKat_1OxuA7OHBg=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1200" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFNl4rRbaGpPBav1Q5Q8vtr3YGcF-6zaVVOFCP93ls7Mp-fP_2M1B0p8pV6v-H0Ztjdn4eUiTWynhzguMGMlt6aBuWNLyn8QGC6JyTjlKgVRDZNXviavs0svavyz-eKiGIjFRVKtL4gAfNL_GEIRT7MatLXH9kiFakYT0m8ldQ8jDwKat_1OxuA7OHBg=w400-h305" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"What kind shall I make? What shall I listen to in the process?"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>We slowly transition from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I envy those who are able to decorate the day after Thanksgiving. Somehow it has never worked for me. What about you?</div><div><br /></div> Giving Thanks https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/12/giving-thanks.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9558d700-38a9-e782-f7a2-51f74657a51d Wed, 01 Dec 2021 13:53:52 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhBOaxIAQqTIjPNvpStrWauvWb7_TF1gcZiaIeufp03mvNsSSvMgvweXFikG4g2e5xaWKHnbXcWKBKzalYOdin3XlnE_9CVkcFkStWSP-HCJVyyK8hMfyy21L5poAyVO6reS8pYksKlW7ISZl9Yit-Sh-6B8PB2T1Q_RiRsg-xO4jZnqFFpvWdckc4Ig=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhBOaxIAQqTIjPNvpStrWauvWb7_TF1gcZiaIeufp03mvNsSSvMgvweXFikG4g2e5xaWKHnbXcWKBKzalYOdin3XlnE_9CVkcFkStWSP-HCJVyyK8hMfyy21L5poAyVO6reS8pYksKlW7ISZl9Yit-Sh-6B8PB2T1Q_RiRsg-xO4jZnqFFpvWdckc4Ig=w400-h150" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">. . . for two grandsons who had birthdays this week. I borrowed the latest photos I found on FB. Malachi turned 23 on Sunday the 21st, and Zion 12 on Tuesday, the 23rd.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK2IBZPzVA3t1JFyvxbFcWGH8mvtzbNXTJega9KLlFFmXiSi3KQKsrQYXFOavqqnBM0qyWlEiQ08YQxr_A4nwIcomGBNl6llrGfU38MmxUt1AhLzJdhVvdTqFd4qmpMypbOBj7QHaaeHfgPaSKe1gXKVxdL-qTue04jv336tnHzmuhJhZbf5d4y2t_ZA=s1263" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1263" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK2IBZPzVA3t1JFyvxbFcWGH8mvtzbNXTJega9KLlFFmXiSi3KQKsrQYXFOavqqnBM0qyWlEiQ08YQxr_A4nwIcomGBNl6llrGfU38MmxUt1AhLzJdhVvdTqFd4qmpMypbOBj7QHaaeHfgPaSKe1gXKVxdL-qTue04jv336tnHzmuhJhZbf5d4y2t_ZA=w400-h295" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . for the ladies Bible Study titled <b>God is for us</b>, Romans 8. Tuesday evening we had our final gathering and shared what we'd learned--stories, testimonies and memory verses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4UHzxcP3FeIhH_ayWDMcI7nrAiYAftbp8Ihihlf3Jo5YNgW6ZmouL2jhExleW1_Kpnj_q3CMwIFlOEu0nsJzdMA2PmkQ8Z9yBUgv85s8MYcDltcY1_R-_Dv7zpZ3f1J_Mfoa9O8rG46Q_hW-fmQreuzae6zF97mxGNy24SvrvkwfadrVkcFeKonUqfA=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1036" data-original-width="2048" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4UHzxcP3FeIhH_ayWDMcI7nrAiYAftbp8Ihihlf3Jo5YNgW6ZmouL2jhExleW1_Kpnj_q3CMwIFlOEu0nsJzdMA2PmkQ8Z9yBUgv85s8MYcDltcY1_R-_Dv7zpZ3f1J_Mfoa9O8rG46Q_hW-fmQreuzae6zF97mxGNy24SvrvkwfadrVkcFeKonUqfA=w640-h325" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MeeSun shares concerns about her upcoming trip to Korea to care for her parents.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>. . . for Michael able to spend a few days spray painting walls in Stephan and Karen's new house. Their goal is to be in by Christmas.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgklQ4jbn1tpoIg2o4KQZ41M65ikcaQEheKUB9aTCZxKMNi8rjjGdc1zYnfPEVyEhQn1lcvsgJK4DP0IT-bYEwVfk5XPUDGNKtVREsyd53BE_Z7F71y3kxBSZrgpMfT3Ho5F_iU4PqJXwWSrfpb1MzxpphzKEx4BaSpSafjlknnto3knNS0Mc92iZs9yw=s1069" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="979" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgklQ4jbn1tpoIg2o4KQZ41M65ikcaQEheKUB9aTCZxKMNi8rjjGdc1zYnfPEVyEhQn1lcvsgJK4DP0IT-bYEwVfk5XPUDGNKtVREsyd53BE_Z7F71y3kxBSZrgpMfT3Ho5F_iU4PqJXwWSrfpb1MzxpphzKEx4BaSpSafjlknnto3knNS0Mc92iZs9yw=w366-h400" width="366" /></a></div><div><br /></div>. . . for Michael being in charge of the Thanksgiving meal. Our family gathered on Friday, which gave us two days to prepare the feast.<div><br /></div><div>. . . for God's providence evidenced in the story of that first Thanksgiving.</div><div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijOD6qyI4OQ6Vw8X0AIo7qM9jM1stbNNfI7j5u4tvkNNdfHrwpwsD5qzgPPPefy4fokEKxQDP_TbGeGLZp20DxRA15yXkYRyHxS9LIDbT_KCQpsfUzrarPZkz95N4-IwExOT_TrtIF8aU9CYHFgQcqlVaRixOJv3p9HEVzU5LPN4UYOoJ5kz1Qu0beig=s845" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="845" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijOD6qyI4OQ6Vw8X0AIo7qM9jM1stbNNfI7j5u4tvkNNdfHrwpwsD5qzgPPPefy4fokEKxQDP_TbGeGLZp20DxRA15yXkYRyHxS9LIDbT_KCQpsfUzrarPZkz95N4-IwExOT_TrtIF8aU9CYHFgQcqlVaRixOJv3p9HEVzU5LPN4UYOoJ5kz1Qu0beig=w400-h215" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca put together the reminder of the Pilgrims' Thanksgiving <br />and read the story.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />. . . for each family member, those who came and those who couldn't.&nbsp; I was busy enjoying them and took fewer photos than ever. Wish I had gotten a picture of Michael sharing his thoughts on the Thanksgiving Psalm, Ps. 100. And also of him carving the turkey and serving each person.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>. . . for all the family sharing--the good, bad, and the ugly--"in everything give thanks."</div></div><div>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiADTquT29lO7qEd40spu3btB7YZgw_n62psiTIttMOw1J-bN1ftBtq6oLbzVyvYsLA2AZn8N3BLBRdtTRcZ5zGTJNrK2kIKt6ZDUQV5dDQIF1ZWxELj51oFFFGsgfv_CTMqB_YB3cx8rSs_HMoHEvFJkaYOmP-kNQBZzlMTRlMe6gYTEBfkJ6Nqjc-g=s965" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="965" data-original-width="776" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiADTquT29lO7qEd40spu3btB7YZgw_n62psiTIttMOw1J-bN1ftBtq6oLbzVyvYsLA2AZn8N3BLBRdtTRcZ5zGTJNrK2kIKt6ZDUQV5dDQIF1ZWxELj51oFFFGsgfv_CTMqB_YB3cx8rSs_HMoHEvFJkaYOmP-kNQBZzlMTRlMe6gYTEBfkJ6Nqjc-g=w514-h640" width="514" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>. . . for the game of Nerts, our family version, the rowdier the better! We hadn't played it in years. Sam is now the champion (sorry, Leah).</div><div><br /></div><div>. . . for the many expressions of thanks that filled our Thanksgiving Alphabet.</div><div>&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsjlaUCn3rCAGsPaBu3ZP9D4AXQ5fHcO14-GAbVACATUgzztOBTOCQT5-fXhIV8o8vealGA3-Hv2pmN2QUgHtbBz9De2iCKZ7AYUtRXgPSj7dK2Sw07Uhswiq-Ukqif-BG2WSOobmYOdBidy1w2ME5xRrPBzHTGQXJSErXQb3lZdh-RYle9R8vxrijXg=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="548" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsjlaUCn3rCAGsPaBu3ZP9D4AXQ5fHcO14-GAbVACATUgzztOBTOCQT5-fXhIV8o8vealGA3-Hv2pmN2QUgHtbBz9De2iCKZ7AYUtRXgPSj7dK2Sw07Uhswiq-Ukqif-BG2WSOobmYOdBidy1w2ME5xRrPBzHTGQXJSErXQb3lZdh-RYle9R8vxrijXg=w116-h640" width="116" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . for once again being able to meet my next chapter publishing deadline!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . for the discipline and time required to research and write <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/life-in-big-house.html">Chapter 19.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What was the highlight of your Thanksgiving?</div></div> Rescuing the Old https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/rescuing-old.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e3a4b393-5f38-066e-250c-76225d547415 Mon, 22 Nov 2021 14:02:02 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My plants are all in for the cold weather ahead. I even rescued these from the window boxes, but I don't know what it is. Hmmmm, got it free from the florist's trash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuJW3uk5y7RXfIL4zzyWtFKHPTgKInCVibDd6Mef7kX1AfM9hRTmqRtTDA4bm7VIyGuJ9UZQpluiGm5Ebi0VrNIEK7VD9TUvh3UKDAjd3tu0756vyBK9eLL4YaPHreaIxeeahhFkYwvFxjUJh-8cKbXcltHPrHi_NqJRzYFvEbbhPFYrfErfhwogT1w=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuJW3uk5y7RXfIL4zzyWtFKHPTgKInCVibDd6Mef7kX1AfM9hRTmqRtTDA4bm7VIyGuJ9UZQpluiGm5Ebi0VrNIEK7VD9TUvh3UKDAjd3tu0756vyBK9eLL4YaPHreaIxeeahhFkYwvFxjUJh-8cKbXcltHPrHi_NqJRzYFvEbbhPFYrfErfhwogT1w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rescued memories from my childhood continue to emerge and come together in these bi-monthly installments on the blog <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a>. Chapter 18,&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/moves.html" style="text-align: center;">Moves</a>, was published Monday, November 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another ongoing rescue is that of old photographs of Michael's side of the family. When we went to Wisconsin to visit his older brother Terry, we acquired two big boxes of Aunt Gerry's saved photos and documents of all types. I am having fun learning about Michael's family and childhood.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7EgbjB6rGnUjDBUCeBa1S3QyntWvEz0hz98UWMgCWY1ypmqCPkaFmgIOf05Au-mVmSucpDUwVpCKZ_RM1s7BVd06Zhh6zMFGKeZNhNhB-wfa5LX-_2F8dFMoH3-Q5HD6ydkHxxzoU1mrZHKtmk0AdFUmIsAF2WXPiUwR0Q2ZVuh437LhsUB5RW6Gi7A=s1311" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1311" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7EgbjB6rGnUjDBUCeBa1S3QyntWvEz0hz98UWMgCWY1ypmqCPkaFmgIOf05Au-mVmSucpDUwVpCKZ_RM1s7BVd06Zhh6zMFGKeZNhNhB-wfa5LX-_2F8dFMoH3-Q5HD6ydkHxxzoU1mrZHKtmk0AdFUmIsAF2WXPiUwR0Q2ZVuh437LhsUB5RW6Gi7A=w640-h614" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Jane (Mike's mother) Terry, Aunt Gerry holding baby Mike?<br />Bottom left: Mikey; Right: siblings Terry, Mike, Barb</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDC0oj1-xBsNN0MyrlSnVHd-58McPmBkJ6nw3ksZ-yNqkj3V1GRnMkAKCipXGnUDMccG4HJYBl2mU1d2ddFyaYAkAYzWmnwMlr7I1bMPuZ1MlAG-_azQAXI6rAahoMswZLa-_jKyrtujgFQZcw5uYuQOOhuQf-2tUUZpGU3FgXQW3j8vJ-5mpJTC4MHA=s1311" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1311" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDC0oj1-xBsNN0MyrlSnVHd-58McPmBkJ6nw3ksZ-yNqkj3V1GRnMkAKCipXGnUDMccG4HJYBl2mU1d2ddFyaYAkAYzWmnwMlr7I1bMPuZ1MlAG-_azQAXI6rAahoMswZLa-_jKyrtujgFQZcw5uYuQOOhuQf-2tUUZpGU3FgXQW3j8vJ-5mpJTC4MHA=w640-h614" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Mike, Diane, Barb; Right: teenage Terry and Mike<br />Bottom left: fun times at Uncle Wilbur's cabin by the lake</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, anybody notice something fairly constant about Michael?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, time marches on, cold weather is upon us and Michael is diligently rescuing dead trees, cutting and splitting wood, preparing for winter.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe_7mCzxmYuU1pjbvnqK3b0-2H-qPdrLyzeK-sxjSOHDtp3grJslonyU1aPuJ7YUZ44SJXvxD8QsxXkB0rExu9tkW81KirNuKG5B3CNxeBwyF3kOAnlb12eHmUFaov2SWeoxQ1Rg7T8ZJhKelnryrcZvm2ZeSj_38dbNtMyAcydYOgp8897eY3tDxw2g=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe_7mCzxmYuU1pjbvnqK3b0-2H-qPdrLyzeK-sxjSOHDtp3grJslonyU1aPuJ7YUZ44SJXvxD8QsxXkB0rExu9tkW81KirNuKG5B3CNxeBwyF3kOAnlb12eHmUFaov2SWeoxQ1Rg7T8ZJhKelnryrcZvm2ZeSj_38dbNtMyAcydYOgp8897eY3tDxw2g=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was so glad to see that the first house we lived in is being repaired, renewed, rescued! It sat empty and in disrepair for years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid8GThbHk7W5ix_PfNhdrFgtRjhPpnmkq0gFBjReS7uRNzorPdwA2W11Xhk4HwhaDPjPsBxbKs_3_CxyRtD95F3i1demM5J7B_u6tcfZ9ZlLgfWIdp4r_87OD7fjbh4-xqo_FYj96FCehkti-n3En1X87QvyfGkpfgstl2I5weYGrOZSjh6UOnDz9fig=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1465" data-original-width="2048" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid8GThbHk7W5ix_PfNhdrFgtRjhPpnmkq0gFBjReS7uRNzorPdwA2W11Xhk4HwhaDPjPsBxbKs_3_CxyRtD95F3i1demM5J7B_u6tcfZ9ZlLgfWIdp4r_87OD7fjbh4-xqo_FYj96FCehkti-n3En1X87QvyfGkpfgstl2I5weYGrOZSjh6UOnDz9fig=w400-h286" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week a package arrived containing a set of books that we grew up with as part of our Hirschy heritage--the Little Colonel series. Has anyone out there heard of Annie Fellows Johnston? A prolific children's writer, born in Evansville, IN, in 1863.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOrndSZRnjlnPKzNkqOspKcvydwvAc27izqxTnOs4OJ-1RqFU2GRbq4i8uhnbbS_hE_dZhr6BqbzyBCchLq5fBNo3viDdZRSbfj4oRAxaFiG1LBZoHER7MjpX52hI6q2m9LlGLRTPDAJ0GSsM-O24u9cwjz7VyNdn-wJST-ZFUJuRPpj9LFzOUu3ZtQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOrndSZRnjlnPKzNkqOspKcvydwvAc27izqxTnOs4OJ-1RqFU2GRbq4i8uhnbbS_hE_dZhr6BqbzyBCchLq5fBNo3viDdZRSbfj4oRAxaFiG1LBZoHER7MjpX52hI6q2m9LlGLRTPDAJ0GSsM-O24u9cwjz7VyNdn-wJST-ZFUJuRPpj9LFzOUu3ZtQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does anyone else have a penchant for rescuing things?</div><p></p> Saying No to "Christian" Sanhedrins http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-christian-sanhedrin-are-we-to-have.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:4d21cf55-7eec-4f4a-7f8e-828fea186417 Sat, 20 Nov 2021 11:24:02 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was reflecting today (5/1/2018) about the SPACE between being a Christian institution (say a local church or a Christian University in the USA) and being responsible citizens--and what happens when the two are in conflict. Do we go <b><u>the legal route </u></b>or do we handle things internally--as a separate and distinct body governed <b><u>by Christian&nbsp;rules </u></b>of conduct.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What happens in this SPACE? Is there room to talk about what truly governs us (the Bible, the Holy Spirit, the denominational writings like The Discipline, etc) and what the world's legal system asks of us. The problem to me is when the places like your local church or a Christian University take the position of a City Court governed by laws instead of governed by love.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We know Jesus didn't obey all of Man's laws. We do know he was subject to his parents (post 3-day tweener campout in Jerusalem), and paid taxes (that render to Caesar comment--totally cool!), and spoke through Paul to the Romans to obey the governing authorities. Even Peter speaks to the believers about this with a suffering tone (1 Peter 2 and 3).&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This made me think about Paul's words to the Corinthians in chapter 6.&nbsp;</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-3" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-3" id="en-ESV-28454" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Do you not know that we are to judge angels? How much more, then, <u>matters pertaining to this life</u>!</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-4" id="en-ESV-28455" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">So if you have <u>such cases</u>,&nbsp;<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-28455A" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-ESV-28455A&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference A&quot;&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>why do you lay them before <u>those who have no standing in the church</u>?</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-5" id="en-ESV-28456" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">I say this to your shame.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-5" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-5" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Can it be that there is <u>no one among you wise enough to settle a dispute </u>between the <b>brothers</b>,</span><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-6" id="en-ESV-28457" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">but brother <u>goes to law </u>against brother, and that <u>before unbelievers</u>?</span><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" id="en-ESV-28458" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">&nbsp;</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Perhaps there is some guidance here for us to not just try, but subscribe to and follow.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Jesus taught his followers that if we have something against another, we had a responsible step-by-step process toward reconciliation. He also taught that if we remembered something (during worship...interesting to note) another person has against us, we had a responsibility to go to them and seek reconciliation. So either way, if in our own thoughts, we are out of connection with anyone else, we act responsibly and take it upon ourselves to seek re-connection. To Jesus, <b>being in right relationship is a basic foundational principle (law?) the kingdom of God is governed by</b>.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">John writes, "How can you hate your brother you have seen and love God whom you haven't seen?" (1 John 4:20) Hate is a strong word, but is that what we are doing when we <b>stay disconnected </b>with others? We hate them. Hate divides. Love connects and reconnects. Hate separates and keeps apart. The Holy Spirit's actions within a believer unite&nbsp;him or her with the body of Jesus.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Hate amputates. Love heals&nbsp;and does what is needed to mend. That is why words associated with love are merciful, gracious, tenderhearted, forgiveness, devotion, prefer. And the words associated with the actions of the flesh (that lusts against the spirit) produce the fruit and results of such things like: enmity, strife, discord, divisions, dissention, and rivalries&nbsp; (Galatians 5:20f). Even adultery is a form of hate that divides; love stays together. This is why Paul speaks to the Corinthians so:&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">"To have lawsuits at all with one another is already a defeat for you."&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">A defeat. Let that sink in.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">So, what does it look like to win?&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-28458C" data-link="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-ESV-28458C&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference C&quot;&gt;C&lt;/a&gt;)" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>"Why not rather suffer wrong? Why not rather be defrauded?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">Suffering and allowing ourselves to be defrauded... things that make you go, "Hmmm..."&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">So perhaps the reason why this road looks so lonely is because not very many are taking the off-ramp to get there. That takes time away from the main road we are on. But get there we must.&nbsp; The light on this path must become brighter by our actions and choices. We would rather hear Paul shame us than deal with our sin. Choosing to stay with another when you see their sin and they do not can be a long haul. If there comes a time to separate, let it be on Jesus' terms: Go to just him. If he hears, great. If not, take someone else to arbitrate. If he doesn't hear then, take it in front of the whole body of believers together. Hopefully, he hears from them about his sinfulness.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">But if even then he does not, then he has made a choice to separate himself from the fellowship and he will remain in that position until he comes around. The audience for that "coming around" is our treating him with a winsome spirit as we would unbelievers.&nbsp; You still need to believe in him.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text 1Cor-6-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;">And such were some of us at one time...&nbsp;</span></span></div></div> Miscellany https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/miscellany.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:0fa3eef4-8271-d75f-4865-eac8a9860dbd Wed, 17 Nov 2021 14:05:03 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin cheers us with flowers from different seasons--sunflowers, roses, and lilies. They are not from her garden. The memorial bouquet arrived after her brother Ed's passing.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYZv6Lyti3ius9FSU2YEvO8LZ5Kb4Ijwn2Ti2mAYj_MnkeThoJa_vu3iG5TFfWk7IuvuDUXIwUCDAa_7gduGBNwMnb-amIXivy7GfEyxgTpVYdQ_xsKX3rQIxLqFqsgFD3TuNSN_HtX6w9wuymNJPPSC6PXlEQ-6Nh39sDkYSxojEU4ICg43rUBO3yoQ=s301" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="301" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYZv6Lyti3ius9FSU2YEvO8LZ5Kb4Ijwn2Ti2mAYj_MnkeThoJa_vu3iG5TFfWk7IuvuDUXIwUCDAa_7gduGBNwMnb-amIXivy7GfEyxgTpVYdQ_xsKX3rQIxLqFqsgFD3TuNSN_HtX6w9wuymNJPPSC6PXlEQ-6Nh39sDkYSxojEU4ICg43rUBO3yoQ" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The season not represented in the bouquet showed up here on Sunday--our first snowfall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm6KwNHaNyo_XE6qhaaMhYj0sstigUlJE3-78ln0L4KN8dxFkWppeIN8FVK_rPaohOsXe_aa3S7mvqFv0Z70so3HbZaID6b0BezXBvrADepGwW0MvBRe1Y7eSerRAScaXl62GAfMDBOWO9zUUEooWATONPaY3H6dNxyZwOPVLdeNUD7VkG-armAvLyoQ=s756" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm6KwNHaNyo_XE6qhaaMhYj0sstigUlJE3-78ln0L4KN8dxFkWppeIN8FVK_rPaohOsXe_aa3S7mvqFv0Z70so3HbZaID6b0BezXBvrADepGwW0MvBRe1Y7eSerRAScaXl62GAfMDBOWO9zUUEooWATONPaY3H6dNxyZwOPVLdeNUD7VkG-armAvLyoQ=w640-h312" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, back to last Sunday, the beginning of week forty-six. In the afternoon, I attended a baby shower for a young couple we've befriended since they moved back to Upland to start a new life after some difficult times.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh4trpABReKsGgaqMDnWLNvTLjfjrdSsRJZsJRkcoO5DtT47pTX167PcATXq20V4g91Zds1TybCYVj-CNP35Dy1nkXtxT6RxRv2_iXdAxdK_iA3_Wa0s_-X530Fux7V7g5BU3ls3yBhvuKmFH2Lpg5__SNIzBv2Y-ppnQYvvLAJ7vKPREgA6xqi1gBg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh4trpABReKsGgaqMDnWLNvTLjfjrdSsRJZsJRkcoO5DtT47pTX167PcATXq20V4g91Zds1TybCYVj-CNP35Dy1nkXtxT6RxRv2_iXdAxdK_iA3_Wa0s_-X530Fux7V7g5BU3ls3yBhvuKmFH2Lpg5__SNIzBv2Y-ppnQYvvLAJ7vKPREgA6xqi1gBg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday Night Dinner at Stephan and Karen's always includes a great meal, fun conversation, and of course, a tour of the new house to check out the week's progress. The window wall is coming right along. Stephan used left over wood he had milled for other purposes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2Lc92h56UcYMRtwbMJmnaDcGpnFyI2QImkzu7k3rDyN-OtEIEZsZOKQagPP9xsu68jGHAHTIdbY3ku53sOfIL_SWoJcCVKrAurA5oRx8s6tL1sTZWDQtlQrdyFDgaYzlw8zLrat6_9Yems6542l5wx48K6ldAJ7LuB6J1Xdv7i6j_Ef68aGhotqV5Cw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1802" data-original-width="2048" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2Lc92h56UcYMRtwbMJmnaDcGpnFyI2QImkzu7k3rDyN-OtEIEZsZOKQagPP9xsu68jGHAHTIdbY3ku53sOfIL_SWoJcCVKrAurA5oRx8s6tL1sTZWDQtlQrdyFDgaYzlw8zLrat6_9Yems6542l5wx48K6ldAJ7LuB6J1Xdv7i6j_Ef68aGhotqV5Cw=w400-h353" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As any homeowner understands, maintenance and repairs are ongoing. Tuesday, a blocked drain took hours to fix. Part of the problem was not knowing exactly how the plumbing had been installed when the house was rebuilt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8v5YblXd0p5DUu4oa4cAs_eWCLHLt9QO3QUcs71CUP-q2ttwu6dPsbuNXEYNA87i3HkEHA6hxZGJTer68EbmojvM8CqpddxA1cp9kfGqrlSx33JM9aAxesOP0pBV1rc90DAfI19I4ZoUhNxtjh-WlKXOMTqQJuUmPVBzJB30uDT6XfC0kYXScgvJVmQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8v5YblXd0p5DUu4oa4cAs_eWCLHLt9QO3QUcs71CUP-q2ttwu6dPsbuNXEYNA87i3HkEHA6hxZGJTer68EbmojvM8CqpddxA1cp9kfGqrlSx33JM9aAxesOP0pBV1rc90DAfI19I4ZoUhNxtjh-WlKXOMTqQJuUmPVBzJB30uDT6XfC0kYXScgvJVmQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca was here twice this week! Wednesday after piano lesson she comes and then we go to the Basics program at the church. And Friday was an E-learning day, so she started out at the library with her mom, stayed for Story Hour and then I picked her up to spend a few hours with us until Kayla got off work.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_-zRU-6mOlSKsmFR2wtqZkr5YJQwBPgDhpg9oDi3C4-JdCgZwEMwSqBAFsNzvKtAdGd-l3qvoPiiWjueYKJBBzyiYhPDfSZbPyG3WHcABRM7hGG48QfYVH06tqdHlFQoujnP0598S_wdWhS7alpKlDUb5ayBP1gufEftVDxxyAZEqxluc7qRo8R4u9w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="2048" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_-zRU-6mOlSKsmFR2wtqZkr5YJQwBPgDhpg9oDi3C4-JdCgZwEMwSqBAFsNzvKtAdGd-l3qvoPiiWjueYKJBBzyiYhPDfSZbPyG3WHcABRM7hGG48QfYVH06tqdHlFQoujnP0598S_wdWhS7alpKlDUb5ayBP1gufEftVDxxyAZEqxluc7qRo8R4u9w=w400-h234" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla is in charge of activities and programs at the local library, and comes up with very creative ideas. Even if borrowed from Pinterest or elsewhere, I am always impressed at how she pulls them off. The first thing she did was hand me a leaf to add to the tree with my response to "I'm thankful for. . ."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmHvOEY922GRycC9_3fr9jCv0F-rhkkqKpGnBsVgxrv7wxNxpyyF_uJNYCK0G9V4JQ9g7kWpeV__jTrT-zhfqpzgcVE87Dzv9GrSKT2jJVZyB_v59nJmFI7KQouFACUeS52kWJCaZwUJ2YmjIS1QGaHCCDo9fv36YrFGcQr7eTqXLpumDflRkLBe2RnQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1449" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmHvOEY922GRycC9_3fr9jCv0F-rhkkqKpGnBsVgxrv7wxNxpyyF_uJNYCK0G9V4JQ9g7kWpeV__jTrT-zhfqpzgcVE87Dzv9GrSKT2jJVZyB_v59nJmFI7KQouFACUeS52kWJCaZwUJ2YmjIS1QGaHCCDo9fv36YrFGcQr7eTqXLpumDflRkLBe2RnQ=w283-h400" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of all the many activities we enjoyed together, I only got one photo of Rebecca. She finished several of her E-learning assignments: writing, reading, and optional fun ones--a walk outdoors gathering leaves, an art project, a board game (Splendor!) with family members (<i>abuelo </i>joined us!). She still loves to dance freely to music.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf9a7Fpm-IjCjrd8pqSFxOvj53PSm01or7gJZZa_nd06j9GO8NhMESxxMJwQsBaEcJxPlr9oOYIFg_XS0oPtHt-7FaQR_SIA-bxFotd9xp-A2nn4_hrTdQuxd42k7i3ZK19uPK1d59O9uQkfYkX-_bAzAl2Qtk4dfxNrgI9Mg9NkpnXbzj3Qu93Rz1mw=s1091" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="590" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf9a7Fpm-IjCjrd8pqSFxOvj53PSm01or7gJZZa_nd06j9GO8NhMESxxMJwQsBaEcJxPlr9oOYIFg_XS0oPtHt-7FaQR_SIA-bxFotd9xp-A2nn4_hrTdQuxd42k7i3ZK19uPK1d59O9uQkfYkX-_bAzAl2Qtk4dfxNrgI9Mg9NkpnXbzj3Qu93Rz1mw=s320" width="173" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had more time Saturday after an early morning hunt, so he baked bread again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4P0WlKCGvZJ9CiNfI54HQ-lTFKO_pVwCIweaxvYV1zApDXJdE6P9g1EsxNroGixEuoDdmh_OXUP34fvONEdBNyV64bAwr0dmmjP1GFx8cu0CWB3XSM6BaSHrApQcykPmFLJom8Ty1Uwc5kSM4oD4hHKCirBJwq4ttwEsDsvA18EVB6Bb1rSutlXzWUg=s609" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="609" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4P0WlKCGvZJ9CiNfI54HQ-lTFKO_pVwCIweaxvYV1zApDXJdE6P9g1EsxNroGixEuoDdmh_OXUP34fvONEdBNyV64bAwr0dmmjP1GFx8cu0CWB3XSM6BaSHrApQcykPmFLJom8Ty1Uwc5kSM4oD4hHKCirBJwq4ttwEsDsvA18EVB6Bb1rSutlXzWUg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Callah bread</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening he suggested we work on a watercolor project. He looked up a photo that best reminded him of his last dog. I simply followed a tutorial. I'd say he has the greater talent and patience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYtuBONUclm4dfo9bh3bP1llLEPSCyU7CBJwwd1PYVKRWaTYmKomDkROqtT1gu-mnFKsiHircSaTGowjsJLiSpPz8qso-5qInBIp53XWycJaMunCJgXWqWuBigyg_5src15xD3ZI51-37N-zWC62AZS3R7aqbe4PJLL7w8Sg3UV6cdL1v9XRuJn4r0WA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1200" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYtuBONUclm4dfo9bh3bP1llLEPSCyU7CBJwwd1PYVKRWaTYmKomDkROqtT1gu-mnFKsiHircSaTGowjsJLiSpPz8qso-5qInBIp53XWycJaMunCJgXWqWuBigyg_5src15xD3ZI51-37N-zWC62AZS3R7aqbe4PJLL7w8Sg3UV6cdL1v9XRuJn4r0WA=w400-h244" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For months now, my creative energy has been poured into writing, so I was grateful for his suggestion of this art activity for our leisure time together.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you found time for creative activities in your leisure time? Or, do you ask "What leisure time"?</div><p></p> The Wheel of Faith or Fortune? Character http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-wheel-of-faiths-character.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:c55904f8-d2ba-c6d1-1ccb-fbed73d3d913 Sat, 13 Nov 2021 08:23:00 -0500 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I was once going through the book of Romans with a group of junior high boys (a task worth at least one extra jewel in anyone's heavenly crown) and learning alongside them about what faith is.<br /><br />As you probably know, the word "faith" in the NT can mean faith, belief, and trust, depending on the context. Paul tells us why he is not ashamed of the gospel, "for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who <b>believes</b>"--that is, has faith. "<b>Faith </b>comes by hearing the Word on Jesus Christ" and leads to calling on the Lord--how can they call on him if they have not first believed, and how can they believe if they have not first <b>heard</b>. Faith undoubtedly leads to salvation in Jesus.<br /><br />But what of <b>faith after salvation</b>? Does faith continue to work in the same way? Or is there a growing aspect for someone in his or her faith? Or does faith stay the same, but one's capacity to hold it and wield it become greater? Wow, so much like spinning a wheel to be able to guess a letter and solve a riddle and win a fortune this pursuit has become.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well, I don't know yet. I do know God created me for a capacity of faith. I do know the Bible has stories about this. The disciples of Jesus asked their Savior themselves about this, "Hey, Jesus, increase our faith." They at least assumed faith had a small start and could have a larger end. Perhaps they saw in Jesus a great faith, greater than their own, and that if they had the same amount as HE did then they could do what HE did. Sounds plausible.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">After all, Jesus did preach about size and faith, "If you had even a mustard seed size of faith, you could say to something as huge as a mountain, 'go there!' or 'go there.'" But that isn't His response this time. In His next parable, Jesus teaches them that it is not about size, but about kind. Wait, so there are different kinds of faith? Huh.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When the disciples ask for <b>more </b>faith, Jesus tells them a story that explains that it is not about more. I explain it like this: a friend of mine wanted to go raccoon hunting at night in the woods in our area; I told him he needed a dog to go hunting coon at night. A week later he had not seen any coons while hunting. I told him he might want to get another dog. I saw him three weeks later and he said he bought a dozen dogs for hunting raccoons and was going to give up because he still had not seen one coon. I paused, then asked, "Wait. What kind of dogs are you hunting with?" He replied, "Chihuahuas."&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is a case and point where having more of something will not help you. I think it isn't about having <b>more </b>faith but having <b>the right kind </b>of faith. And this is what Jesus went on to explain.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh, yeah, a couple of other points worth mentioning: Jesus did not do <b>many </b>miracles in His hometown due to their <b>lack </b>of something... hmmm. Oh, and Peter DID walk on the water! It was only after he <b>took notice </b>of the tossed waves that he began to sink. He cried out to Jesus who asked him ... something...&nbsp; something about ... Yes, and another time some <b>seed fell </b>on some rocks and quickly spouted up with joy, but <b>when testing came </b>later, they gave up because only for a time did they have roots in ...something ... And Jesus heard that Satan had demanded Peter but Jesus told him that He had prayed that ... something of Peter's would <b>not fail</b>. That something in each case is of course <b>faith</b>.&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So it would seem that the answer is ... both--faith is something that can grow and become bigger and stronger, but it is not meant to be big and strong for no purpose. It is not a body-builder sort of thing meant to show off its huge muscles. It is to be much more practical and useful. <b>So what is the purpose of faith? </b>To move mountains, like Jesus said?&nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Faith is BIG because it is rooted in God. And God created me to have faith. Faith leads us to God (salvation) because that is how God created it to work. Faith is also one of the three biggest activities in this world--Faith, Hope, and Love. And faith paired up with hope and love is like <b>an undying battery </b>charging us up for anything in this life--as long as it is connected to the Glory of God through Jesus Christ. Being faithful, then, is staying where faith led you--with God.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Paul wrote to the Romans that faith is born inside us when we hear the reading of the Word of God. This never changes--whether we have been led by faith to salvation through Jesus Christ, or we continue to walk in faith. The Word of God is at the core of our faith.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">At one point in their walking with Jesus, the disciples tried to cast out a demon from a boy but could not. Jesus returned and was able to do it. When asked by his disciples why they could not, Jesus said the faith necessary to do such acts came through an avenue of <b>increased faith--by prayer and fasting</b>. These two acts together can connect your life to God, unlike other ways.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Only GOD can make faith grow--like sunshine on a seed. I do believe He has set roads ahead of each one of us to have our faith in Him <b>increased </b>because He loves us and hopes in us and believes in us. All of the roads of faith, I imagine, lead us closer to Him and to each other.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Mark shares a story about a man who had a child in need and came to Jesus asking him if there was anything he could do. Jesus said to him that anything is possible for those who believe.&nbsp; Perhaps your prayer is like this desperate man's whose mind turned from his child's need to his own: <b>"Lord, I do believe ...&nbsp; help me in my unbelief."&nbsp;</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">My prayer for you: May God grant you not only avenues for increased faith, but the strength to walk them and the eyes to see how far you've come in your walk of increasing faith in Him--to His glory!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i>ps. I leave off the citations of where stories and verses can be found in the Bible, believing that if you are interested enough, and your faith is big enough, you will go and search the Scriptures for yourself. And, when you do, you will find much more revealed to you, because that is how God works.</i></div> Daily Grace https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/daily-grace.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:86eb374c-8404-5820-b0bb-1d6f7b1302ba Thu, 11 Nov 2021 11:53:47 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you came right now, this is what you'd see as you drove in. We welcome you, however you visit, whether in person, by phone, or the internet. I've enjoyed a variety of interactions, and thank you who comment or respond to my posts. It is that time of year when I ask myself why I continue communicating via this blog Is it worth it? Would my time be better spent? Still questioning.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZi4X6VdzFiYjI-a5NBad6qU4ca8MC-C3ENoMi9omW9PYayAF9O7TwJhLN2lP0v6kek_vo9b01Ly_HPqVyy7O38w3VZAAffDfIhkGGTy8r8i846mDUhAT1vm_ztYvqK3l5Hy0C_po2BpBgHGkAt0IHnPk2bUUw9Mah-q5nPHjJ8UCus5YeO3Trb6sIkA=s1826" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1392" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZi4X6VdzFiYjI-a5NBad6qU4ca8MC-C3ENoMi9omW9PYayAF9O7TwJhLN2lP0v6kek_vo9b01Ly_HPqVyy7O38w3VZAAffDfIhkGGTy8r8i846mDUhAT1vm_ztYvqK3l5Hy0C_po2BpBgHGkAt0IHnPk2bUUw9Mah-q5nPHjJ8UCus5YeO3Trb6sIkA=w305-h400" width="305" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One purpose is to record the events and highlights of each week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday evening, the robotics team had a very successful Open House. The program is ramping up for the 2022 season with several new members. The increased interest is very encouraging.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NSafPVQNdjU/YYv7twoQIKI/AAAAAAAAcRY/SHNe-GYlsC8TVhFU1OUdzX-zRXOuQkCgQCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1582" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NSafPVQNdjU/YYv7twoQIKI/AAAAAAAAcRY/SHNe-GYlsC8TVhFU1OUdzX-zRXOuQkCgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w308-h400/image.png" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael never lacks work, problems to solve, things to fix here in our house or our kids'.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got away for a theater performance Friday at Taylor University--The Women of Lockerbie. It was amazingly well done and the bonus of that evening was to hear from the playwright herself. The story was inspired by the events following the crash of Pan Am flight 103 on Dec. 21, 1988. I had forgotten that&nbsp; terrorist attack and had never heard about the "laundry project" that took place seven years later when the women of the town stormed the warehouse where all the effects of the 270 victims were stored, and undertook the task of washing the items and returning them to the families. The play in the tradition of Greek odes, was a very meaningful reflection on grief in its various responses, and emphasized the healing power of community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6MNHX2lUwlg/YYv8gtChNQI/AAAAAAAAcRg/Qnh1Do_J8O8vB--WMPLHPZKY6MSi7ietACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6MNHX2lUwlg/YYv8gtChNQI/AAAAAAAAcRg/Qnh1Do_J8O8vB--WMPLHPZKY6MSi7ietACLcBGAsYHQ/w357-h400/image.png" width="357" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of the week I worked very diligently on the next chapter of My Argentina story. That is hard work. I am grateful for what I learn from fellow writers. We have a Zoom meeting every Thursday and take turns critiquing one another's writings. This week we looked at a couple Christmas children's book proposals.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I liked the concept of a Jesus Tree decorated with ornaments that symbolize aspects of Advent--the coming of God into our world to dwell with us in our humanity. Then Saturday at a craft sale, I saw these unique decorations. Perhaps I'll try to have a Jesus Tree this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOX8Uqx1RflkSiDTwOjyEe2IxtUAncU_MSqJyQkgVbc0fC6TuUB98xh8hkfLCox48qdnfDjDZL-yhwZJ6iem6A9zan7Oh3XTA-ujbMt7HCIDQsz1vcYUxu0w32tWJNfualYIxTD2ryoP6ayoAHB1pA3Oh0uV8gd8JDN9LCFxZjO-bRMWshwx7JFe-5DQ=s499" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="499" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOX8Uqx1RflkSiDTwOjyEe2IxtUAncU_MSqJyQkgVbc0fC6TuUB98xh8hkfLCox48qdnfDjDZL-yhwZJ6iem6A9zan7Oh3XTA-ujbMt7HCIDQsz1vcYUxu0w32tWJNfualYIxTD2ryoP6ayoAHB1pA3Oh0uV8gd8JDN9LCFxZjO-bRMWshwx7JFe-5DQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been thinking much about the <b>gift of God.</b>&nbsp;Sunday was Reformation Sunday, remembering the great event when Martin Luther took a firm stand against the prevailing religious system which taught earning forgiveness through works or buying salvation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandson Malachi, gave his first sermon based on Ephesians 2:8 <span style="font-family: times;">"<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">gift</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">of</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">God</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">In our own church, I was touched by the message of <b>God's grace</b> in Romans 5:10 "</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For if&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">while we were enemies&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, . . ."</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;To think that we do not have to fix ourselves, clean up our lives before we come to Him. Indeed we cannot do it on our own. He has already made a way for us while we were still sinners, far from Him. And, not only that, the verse continues, . . . "</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">his life." He helps and enables us to live life fully here and now by His grace. An unspeakable gift indeed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">Speaking of gifts, Samuel our youngest was God's gift to us 43 years ago. I came across this memory. Sam called it "our first picture together."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij3luav60sIKzednnAf4DFAnP3fbjxZu-qNgFPHZ0p_k2-FvTZSh1B22hx9co2-uyiBhc-T7I9Q6DSqDjVJaiH_D5efZtlqp8PzbOEuZGNEKgOHZFFQNBWCINEVX8WnXJw3kluhA1p50i16fHJWxGnSSgJTQhSSD076tKLN3ejaxscz2-sw2bPIt5F7g=s576" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij3luav60sIKzednnAf4DFAnP3fbjxZu-qNgFPHZ0p_k2-FvTZSh1B22hx9co2-uyiBhc-T7I9Q6DSqDjVJaiH_D5efZtlqp8PzbOEuZGNEKgOHZFFQNBWCINEVX8WnXJw3kluhA1p50i16fHJWxGnSSgJTQhSSD076tKLN3ejaxscz2-sw2bPIt5F7g=s320" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were invited to their home for the birthday celebration.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Probably the best gift of the evening was a very moving song by an old friend who recalled how a memory of Sam-u-el got him through a tough time. Quite a tribute to what God has done in and through Sam.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5O1VkM4e0IpPSHDLcJhtotVlHPit_RRYz3TF99FsXusuz-biHuO1YeyxsgEI4m3aXgwG-RlRO39t08DBLbf1jaFFRLlaHE0BAVzTPl7Lkntmpn27_1dZGg2ar80EjlEwDN_H7ovoogTRTjwVCcJNjZp16xhL443GSf1JqG5j4h5ZmToJi1mmw8lcJ-w=s1059" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="1059" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5O1VkM4e0IpPSHDLcJhtotVlHPit_RRYz3TF99FsXusuz-biHuO1YeyxsgEI4m3aXgwG-RlRO39t08DBLbf1jaFFRLlaHE0BAVzTPl7Lkntmpn27_1dZGg2ar80EjlEwDN_H7ovoogTRTjwVCcJNjZp16xhL443GSf1JqG5j4h5ZmToJi1mmw8lcJ-w=w640-h320" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There were some other sweet moments: Diane enjoyed playing cars with a little guy and his mother; seeing the Hoch family after many years; and, my favorite, the interaction between six-year-old Winnie and Stephan, and her reaction to his jokes, "You're a weird man."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRveztfvtGPWvnm5TjwZ1pVCtauPeKdZGVPnoWSBE275Sr_-YBOzqrPrjC39RhMDESviDv_yeSQly9vKiO9C_8b_nYHysSQ1PHZbVqDyxPb-a-yz2rEj2FS1doWg6PXCqF9g0WkZIiZakPkzZP91O82O5Q1ogiof_iTaPfLxjKXrQqdYr6RU9ldyhBg=s1093" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="499" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRveztfvtGPWvnm5TjwZ1pVCtauPeKdZGVPnoWSBE275Sr_-YBOzqrPrjC39RhMDESviDv_yeSQly9vKiO9C_8b_nYHysSQ1PHZbVqDyxPb-a-yz2rEj2FS1doWg6PXCqF9g0WkZIiZakPkzZP91O82O5Q1ogiof_iTaPfLxjKXrQqdYr6RU9ldyhBg=w292-h640" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Winnie is quite a spunky little girl. She commandeered my phone to take some of the photos, like this one of the birthday man during the crazy Koch song.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL-u-jZt-c2glhptoWm2AJghXN44H_63MHDzdcUGOuDnzwf3ZX_dQiB9m95hiCXEYEUK0oXqRxyDspmtIedvWiJsHl6zkLPs0PkfMex5OfxJEXOS3SFoJOAaXKR4drBykKWB6p0KdfHNWshnGE5B7v_zlzuATpjVYbCeN1NjOPbLcu3SoGoU2LUwYl6A=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL-u-jZt-c2glhptoWm2AJghXN44H_63MHDzdcUGOuDnzwf3ZX_dQiB9m95hiCXEYEUK0oXqRxyDspmtIedvWiJsHl6zkLPs0PkfMex5OfxJEXOS3SFoJOAaXKR4drBykKWB6p0KdfHNWshnGE5B7v_zlzuATpjVYbCeN1NjOPbLcu3SoGoU2LUwYl6A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How have you experienced God's grace this week?</div></div><p></p> An Under the Surface Warning http://nextgenkent.blogspot.com/2021/11/an-under-surface-warning.html NextGenKent urn:uuid:fef778a2-e839-03a6-ed25-14e2def5d6f6 Sat, 06 Nov 2021 09:49:23 -0400 <p><span style="font-family: times;">Under the skin. That is the phrase that has been used and misunderstood for years. Since the days the Beatles used it in a popular song that I sang as a second-grader, "remember, to let her under your skin..."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">What is under the skin cannot be seen, but is real and could manifest at any time. This is a source of many books and movies seeking to highlight the mysteries we all have run into. And now, the manifestation is happening within the community we call the Church.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">An article's title recently caught my eye about how the evangelical church is breaking apart and that Christians needed to </span><i style="font-family: times;">reclaim Jesus from his church</i><span style="font-family: times;">. "Hmm. Who would write such a thing?" I thought. So, leery-eyed I took the bait and read... nothing I didn't know, and felt for the past 24 months or so. But the following quote caused me to pause and reflect more than the rest of the article:</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b>"But there’s more to the fractures than just COVID-19. After all, many of the forces that are splitting churches were in motion well before the pandemic hit. <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2021/10/evangelical-trump-christians-politics/620469/" target="_blank">The pandemic exposed and exacerbated weaknesses and vulnerabilities, habits of mind and heart, that already existed</a>."&nbsp;</b></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Jesus talked about things under the surface as well. He referred to the Pharisees being "unmarked tombs." So what, you might think, but if you wanted to be consistent in your attendance of worshipping at the temple, to walk over a grave was to make yourself "unclean." Hmmm. Unclean and you didn't know it. The state of being "unclean" was defined by God. An "unclean status" was in fact to keep the majority of the community uninfected by the disease of your uncleanness--so they were health-driven.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br />Paul warned about things under the surface and how things will be shaken so that what is inside can come to the top; or sifted away to reveal what is.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Don't get me wrong. I love the Church. I have always loved my church. I do not believe there has been a church I have been associated with I did not like. That did not mean that underneath were things needing to be challenged and changed.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><p style="font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="font-family: times;">On the other hand, perhaps I had a natural aversion to groups of people who were too unhealthy to be around... and I hope I naturally gravitated toward those healthier sub-groups. I do not remember politics being a topic of conversation (refreshing, huh!), nor race or really any of the "hot topics" of the day. Not because they were irrelevant; some were quite relevant, but they always took a back seat to the Main Driver of the show--Jesus. Leadership in those spaces always believed He was without rival. And for that, I am thankful. But there have been moments (moments, mind you) I have experienced like one T-shirt stated years ago, "Jesus, save me from your people."&nbsp;</span></p><div><span style="font-family: times;">There is nothing hidden from God. That is the kind of life I want to live before Him. And yet I fail. Being too harsh on others for their failures would be hypocritical for me. So I seek to keep my eyes on Jesus, not the skin, nor what is under it. Blame will not heal. Connecting to God is my only hope and the hope of the world. John 3:16 baby. John 3:16.&nbsp;</span></div></span></div> Last week of October https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/11/last-week-of-october.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4d9aff45-e6aa-f333-e22a-7c44636fbd60 Thu, 04 Nov 2021 15:31:42 -0400 <p style="text-align: left;"><span>&nbsp;</span>We do enjoy the cozy feeling and fragrance of candles on autumn evenings.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju6hZ6ajJB1b20ldhbLZhmLnxYOynHr5-q7u9yck44Xn9lZElSHy3k2_Px7qTVmXr33iXzkoY8rfYSxGSxRld9qBvfTRi2-8T69bvOMeJgMaYoLAzFKB2U_58JxrqsMMG9BVQLGfZlGjBtW9P1W8w9vlTWKcBZpUnDPCgCVA80Jr27Dz3mFaQby3erNw=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju6hZ6ajJB1b20ldhbLZhmLnxYOynHr5-q7u9yck44Xn9lZElSHy3k2_Px7qTVmXr33iXzkoY8rfYSxGSxRld9qBvfTRi2-8T69bvOMeJgMaYoLAzFKB2U_58JxrqsMMG9BVQLGfZlGjBtW9P1W8w9vlTWKcBZpUnDPCgCVA80Jr27Dz3mFaQby3erNw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autumn decor</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fall changes happened almost suddenly. These two pictures of what I see out of my window as I write, compare the color differences between the beginning of the week and the last day.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael went out to blow the leaves that blanketed the driveway. No longer had he finished when it was covered again. We looked out and saw them falling like rain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikYwPXel5V_--6WPEgHCR4yloMDwebr7H6hHqKm-fbNyPhvQ9_p8VHNOX48hIbrzLCqV0Kx1cjzwW1dE_UqLoU31bcYWhTF_CzIu2Iw7hhjKtJOD9GD41rJLtXINe2nq9JEerCBN87cT88V7vFajefDQZA57c5aprCQuDtf97K0aRt168Leg9xAIRyLA=s1606" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1055" data-original-width="1606" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikYwPXel5V_--6WPEgHCR4yloMDwebr7H6hHqKm-fbNyPhvQ9_p8VHNOX48hIbrzLCqV0Kx1cjzwW1dE_UqLoU31bcYWhTF_CzIu2Iw7hhjKtJOD9GD41rJLtXINe2nq9JEerCBN87cT88V7vFajefDQZA57c5aprCQuDtf97K0aRt168Leg9xAIRyLA=w400-h263" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan reminded us Monday at his dinner table of his great disappointment when he was a small child. I don't remember this, but he said that I explained that it was the first day of fall, which is when the leaves fall. He looked longingly and hopefully at the trees, but nothing was happening. That memory stayed with him to this day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For lack of photos, here are two oldies. Christmas cards we sent to family from those early days in Germany.When we arrived at Mike's brother Terry's, he had them sitting out for us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4jwJBKOSmdEXyhj3FuvLEehimOFP2OT781eInjZ8atr8-ZyfR21AaVKcdzRgSHjAY3YlY4Tk8L2yDp20Jio7HA-kiuiC5Ize-CfWzGws_k8U496fVEdhTZJMjSbbRH6_CX8HpaLcNXBz1-ct_KJSg6C0aULBF-TM-p9Tux2kl7jmL7Dpz3HSJaWO1DQ=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="960" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4jwJBKOSmdEXyhj3FuvLEehimOFP2OT781eInjZ8atr8-ZyfR21AaVKcdzRgSHjAY3YlY4Tk8L2yDp20Jio7HA-kiuiC5Ize-CfWzGws_k8U496fVEdhTZJMjSbbRH6_CX8HpaLcNXBz1-ct_KJSg6C0aULBF-TM-p9Tux2kl7jmL7Dpz3HSJaWO1DQ=w640-h398" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas 1971, and 1973</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've noticed that often when disposing of old photos and letters, they are returned to the sender. Do you do that too? In my case, I find them meaningful, the messages I wrote long ago help me put together the puzzle of different periods of our life story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cam across this photo last week, and it was especially meaningful because my dear cousin Ed, we called him Eddie, passed away October 29. He was only four months older than me. He was recently widowed, and leaves behind a young daughter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In this photo taken at the time of my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration, he is holding our granddaughter Kayla who is now 30-years-old.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4YNATIj9EOnOkRcwkSY9GRSKI0sNHTEjv7B_TU8CFmg7r6zC3QjU3CuY80LxBTqPzeC4b1gBvgHVZH3x72Hb4PY4WiOnO6fW2rQr9PHD9a7qcP8b3MuxR6-jQ5adHfPRhVML-uobW9SFu3SxWeTHQu5sUwyPgPT03Qrcrh6sfC372l5hoO0e11nWHvg=s1032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="759" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4YNATIj9EOnOkRcwkSY9GRSKI0sNHTEjv7B_TU8CFmg7r6zC3QjU3CuY80LxBTqPzeC4b1gBvgHVZH3x72Hb4PY4WiOnO6fW2rQr9PHD9a7qcP8b3MuxR6-jQ5adHfPRhVML-uobW9SFu3SxWeTHQu5sUwyPgPT03Qrcrh6sfC372l5hoO0e11nWHvg=s320" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a great article and photo: <a href="https://www.nolangroupmedia.com/mountain_advocate/former-union-college-president-edward-de-rosset-dies-at-77/article_4a94e1be-39a4-11ec-804e-3f9b229ef3ba.html">Former Union College President Edward de Rosset Dies at 77</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEie7aoD_1DgzAFtsAK0mGDn-yQSEh_NFjL2N1EyE7OB1vTqnQs215v-EoPvQQv2k8b79Rebc546kb44Ee9pMqpPSQGQEJLwJtY7ZarIOBnJimykptPGps_f_4OO9dcpi0L_CdMiDzkd7vAH-cxGVP3Xy8KUQpsUpUABThYms3zl69i1ybSVRKXA-HkAcw=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEie7aoD_1DgzAFtsAK0mGDn-yQSEh_NFjL2N1EyE7OB1vTqnQs215v-EoPvQQv2k8b79Rebc546kb44Ee9pMqpPSQGQEJLwJtY7ZarIOBnJimykptPGps_f_4OO9dcpi0L_CdMiDzkd7vAH-cxGVP3Xy8KUQpsUpUABThYms3zl69i1ybSVRKXA-HkAcw=w640-h334" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael keeps busy all the time, but lamentably I have no photos to show of his work. The heating system at Stephan's house is complete now! Michael is now feeling the need to begin gathering in wood for our winter supply. Hopefully a couple weeks of decent weather will help.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I was scheduled to work at the Helping Hand store. I had fun interacting with the clients. This is a Taylor University Korean student who so enjoyed shopping and finding all kind of items that will help him survive his first Indiana winter. Here he is wearing or carrying them in bags or pockets.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZeshDvZYQ5BE4WbAOI4P0d1TQa8NLGU4zAaPG_sYan2W4uiUkBUUdYOR-yZyErsza2hp4Dvz1jpFcKJeb6ejmWHlL8Bz90wXx70s2N2w7USKVYC7vWFJG3Mz3hZr8LiakCWfehiVlJrG-xGKla5BkgOyawGvdWaegVev61PENGBaETaQmCgVNBRqgeQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZeshDvZYQ5BE4WbAOI4P0d1TQa8NLGU4zAaPG_sYan2W4uiUkBUUdYOR-yZyErsza2hp4Dvz1jpFcKJeb6ejmWHlL8Bz90wXx70s2N2w7USKVYC7vWFJG3Mz3hZr8LiakCWfehiVlJrG-xGKla5BkgOyawGvdWaegVev61PENGBaETaQmCgVNBRqgeQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid morning, when the crowd had died down, I had a surprise call from a high school classmate in Argentina. What an interesting conversation after sixty years!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had already agreed to help Kayla with the library Halloween party she was in charge of. Sadly, she was in quarantine and couldn't be there. However, she had planned and prepared so well that we seven helpers were able to pull off a very successful community event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was in charge of the station where kids had fun digging for hidden <strike>gumballs</strike>&nbsp;eyeballs in the <strike>spaghetti</strike>&nbsp;mess of brains.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Oi_BJzL6QWbxKK4QUkgV1F6qaYb-dHA5RnoyIjvbXwwHzAOn4nA-4Dcu9UPsUvv7rrxlbBoTPSeSpPXx5CSLN4PQ1930YE1Mcj3VdtFhzRhik9SkBdc9TPzbyOD7IyTT6Nj_n1Fr1C6h7Hr_OLSbMCo8eezFol3_u-dNmLeIbHPPw4FNkWr_H6wSsw=s728" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="728" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Oi_BJzL6QWbxKK4QUkgV1F6qaYb-dHA5RnoyIjvbXwwHzAOn4nA-4Dcu9UPsUvv7rrxlbBoTPSeSpPXx5CSLN4PQ1930YE1Mcj3VdtFhzRhik9SkBdc9TPzbyOD7IyTT6Nj_n1Fr1C6h7Hr_OLSbMCo8eezFol3_u-dNmLeIbHPPw4FNkWr_H6wSsw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course, one of my favorite moments was watching great grandson Kalani kicking around the balloons Tamara and I had painstakingly blown up. That was all he was interested in. A future soccer player perhaps?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLGhjFmIN1_DdTbiZcZ5kdbANeEB-eVWreh1m-TlgZrwB8DizqiV2LwaDaNirOSlcvpidrYwlgufJnUsKUEmtnwwzoVTCvJsi5Q2riTcLWEpfGOtIriPYOL9bThzeAp-2n5QfrtYguktr7QYXag7SlRkUHCt29zG4PeGB9ra6S6P0nWGZxliPpXkd9Xw=s933" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="826" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLGhjFmIN1_DdTbiZcZ5kdbANeEB-eVWreh1m-TlgZrwB8DizqiV2LwaDaNirOSlcvpidrYwlgufJnUsKUEmtnwwzoVTCvJsi5Q2riTcLWEpfGOtIriPYOL9bThzeAp-2n5QfrtYguktr7QYXag7SlRkUHCt29zG4PeGB9ra6S6P0nWGZxliPpXkd9Xw=w354-h400" width="354" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca could not be there, of course, but dressed up anyway. I stopped by after and handed some goodies through the door.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyB8UFO71hziWUD19NB3N1N5Hk2R7Z8YjUC6vbUHG7_ax0AtmDOHJdqq7w9QqtHqY-22Vy48LOb98h-pCf6O3RItplOfH_p2gdAqIT-ddYHY6exEtwlso6GycSjNDECexBnPVAiTPFa0ZC88TMkDpWYDYV_zKJBKo3r1l1-KJKg9LotNnUkrsb7VlYA=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyB8UFO71hziWUD19NB3N1N5Hk2R7Z8YjUC6vbUHG7_ax0AtmDOHJdqq7w9QqtHqY-22Vy48LOb98h-pCf6O3RItplOfH_p2gdAqIT-ddYHY6exEtwlso6GycSjNDECexBnPVAiTPFa0ZC88TMkDpWYDYV_zKJBKo3r1l1-KJKg9LotNnUkrsb7VlYA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, we enjoyed a Moriah-meal. Ever since someone gave us these unique plates, we've enjoyed "plated" meals.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGmypUhPOWNdjpqQEDrukmyC6Ao0y7O17sY_Yym4I2jLyWQi1k4_l2iDTORxU793N7nSYt7k_4Z74aKuNdwK8SpQEmnT6MOqVLG6qSwt2MxOL9fOpvrGPMakwb8GKvmOU9JjFSdjez4JCe_QqUCpsFEEvgWTE9OfvnJjjXkXXlt7C5eDT4bpmVKhBKQ=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="310" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGmypUhPOWNdjpqQEDrukmyC6Ao0y7O17sY_Yym4I2jLyWQi1k4_l2iDTORxU793N7nSYt7k_4Z74aKuNdwK8SpQEmnT6MOqVLG6qSwt2MxOL9fOpvrGPMakwb8GKvmOU9JjFSdjez4JCe_QqUCpsFEEvgWTE9OfvnJjjXkXXlt7C5eDT4bpmVKhBKQ=s320" width="155" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a lot of catching up to do. The young engineer is "adulting" quite well! And, of course, we had to play a few rounds of Splendor.&nbsp;</div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gUwWt5-w64M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Wisconsin travels https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/wisconsin-travels.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:99a5fe38-cd30-0b70-56cc-b24bedf2d20f Thu, 28 Oct 2021 09:16:00 -0400 <p>&nbsp;A small detail of nature that caught my eye as we strolled through a park during our travels. The pine and colors reminded me of Christmas. The thought comes often now that we are only nine weeks away. It's time to think of the traditional year-end later, greeting cards, and the family calendar I put together each year. Or is it time to give up some traditions?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCvGdanj6HLej-knaQ2IMBWkgKhgSfUq4oV1EohL6m6fDW48Wqaa7uYgUthGnpEbJlmclO_JTc1b9-yUVlesTYK51luoeD8foJMnSNmrb7eEJxlTzNw-oPit_kKlYlMyR2TyR2o0ZRR8bcQ1ExMatkgE1FA5BHcCjyD6ZXnCgaN3txpsjroAQrSFoyzQ=s1124" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCvGdanj6HLej-knaQ2IMBWkgKhgSfUq4oV1EohL6m6fDW48Wqaa7uYgUthGnpEbJlmclO_JTc1b9-yUVlesTYK51luoeD8foJMnSNmrb7eEJxlTzNw-oPit_kKlYlMyR2TyR2o0ZRR8bcQ1ExMatkgE1FA5BHcCjyD6ZXnCgaN3txpsjroAQrSFoyzQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, preparing for our trip to Wisconsin filled the early part of the week and meant rearranging some routines, but most definitely worth the getaway and the good times we had visiting family and even less known relatives.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div>The main purpose of the trip was to visit Mike's older brother and a sister. However, I put out a message on Facebook offering to meet with relatives in the area. Two first-cousins-once-removed responded eagerly. Both were mere acquaintances and felt like we'd never met, but we realized in conversation that we'd attended a couple family funerals ages ago. We truly enjoyed getting acquainted, sharing family stories and common interests.<div><br /></div><div>Wednesday night we spent at the Ohlingers. Jenn is the granddaughter of my 103-year-old Uncle Dan.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDe4OacepDIcMiV2GH0qZ64y4lXiwlWwhsvfe_FCvnhzLrcJik5oTrGwgq4-aUpm8FcyfNucPllk-vKpCvTsmguow2k_PLnULkXziWhj_JC4pn5_mR2sN-XL9Sj2NI6woHCfek3OYwNxA8B1_b5bqqtPaXIr0VhoxMXOXcMpZAJreBWX66egd05itFjQ=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDe4OacepDIcMiV2GH0qZ64y4lXiwlWwhsvfe_FCvnhzLrcJik5oTrGwgq4-aUpm8FcyfNucPllk-vKpCvTsmguow2k_PLnULkXziWhj_JC4pn5_mR2sN-XL9Sj2NI6woHCfek3OYwNxA8B1_b5bqqtPaXIr0VhoxMXOXcMpZAJreBWX66egd05itFjQ=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pete, Jenn, and Eliana</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They have an adopted daughter. She and I enjoyed drawing together and later watching her favorite show. I also watched a Zoom math class in progress. They have nine fun pets too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1VOW6zYaXJBgiw1a-TwFBOVQF8B3ikXDau0Mom-toQm2-AKdO14hPRLVdgAJPKKOFmZj4CgONFPBEHp6uBs6z97p281ij8hX0yAZPEdiHrU4-VEpAiRAfS12TfzcRPbA4gtTsH3VW4FNqeogo6rS0zRaaNUBaZd3FhOdZlNln9zTpymt7rtQ6Twpi_g=s728" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="728" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1VOW6zYaXJBgiw1a-TwFBOVQF8B3ikXDau0Mom-toQm2-AKdO14hPRLVdgAJPKKOFmZj4CgONFPBEHp6uBs6z97p281ij8hX0yAZPEdiHrU4-VEpAiRAfS12TfzcRPbA4gtTsH3VW4FNqeogo6rS0zRaaNUBaZd3FhOdZlNln9zTpymt7rtQ6Twpi_g=w400-h254" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday morning we proceeded on to Steven's Point to the older of the Koch brothers. Their cute little Riley gave us a very energetic exuberant welcome. It took him quite a while to settle down. Family fellowship was wonderful. The older we grow, the more precious these times become.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF35mcF5TY4XQhJ-Hvwb4eS-vVzOlIDxOSmv59sybKuW-6cMTxbAoMt0LbChfwjyEuc7-JdqItxVJRo-AkiVI7e9knh3WV3D8M2ziV9XGQ1YveBZk8TXmeRU4UwEtL3IMMgPdYh0c_UsKzfe5QkJyPJgdvsjy9J1GXNUO8yjycBbppLg_1liaKlT6jww=s796" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF35mcF5TY4XQhJ-Hvwb4eS-vVzOlIDxOSmv59sybKuW-6cMTxbAoMt0LbChfwjyEuc7-JdqItxVJRo-AkiVI7e9knh3WV3D8M2ziV9XGQ1YveBZk8TXmeRU4UwEtL3IMMgPdYh0c_UsKzfe5QkJyPJgdvsjy9J1GXNUO8yjycBbppLg_1liaKlT6jww=w366-h400" width="366" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Terry, Sandy, and Riley</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday's family visit was also very special. We were sad to find Nan in a lot of pain, but glad to bring her some hours of cheer and distraction. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy sharing family stories. We pray for relief from the pain and wisdom on how to proceed.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IS0ReN3YQhIsC9xwGazu6K7w9yNSzvnpfNV7ww-CyyxC-vw6hjJyqGEp4uBQKQVMX7qcTybh338ebAOlds0e0Tan8701wYG8lHwTwQ0LLMm2yrbxROmp_kTYu2z-rIPdAGRAtmkghpUupgQi1uHoFagd1VdIuW6DHG6ujE1LPpHjV5vy8CY3xKjueA=s728" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="728" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IS0ReN3YQhIsC9xwGazu6K7w9yNSzvnpfNV7ww-CyyxC-vw6hjJyqGEp4uBQKQVMX7qcTybh338ebAOlds0e0Tan8701wYG8lHwTwQ0LLMm2yrbxROmp_kTYu2z-rIPdAGRAtmkghpUupgQi1uHoFagd1VdIuW6DHG6ujE1LPpHjV5vy8CY3xKjueA=w640-h406" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nan and Don Rumlow</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If it weren't for the back and knee pain, Nan would be up and about caring for her unusual array of plants, shrubs, and blooms, and her beautiful home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Qf0urGCmuJcXQkFapG5XDIADhLXmEM1TFDtUQ13qeBwlraIgOWN0YdyuIKHqPqvlOkMZ7B3qdOPl0Z681yTbFdHGGCS5Mk6bFikA6lRsbTn_hUkWAwo8BEMXOR3Us0ff3I4-cgPdzqe_y21NYCiA30hPVDdQ-JY-TMO0umsO5_1kJqyAOpAAIlU2ZQ=s1357" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="1357" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Qf0urGCmuJcXQkFapG5XDIADhLXmEM1TFDtUQ13qeBwlraIgOWN0YdyuIKHqPqvlOkMZ7B3qdOPl0Z681yTbFdHGGCS5Mk6bFikA6lRsbTn_hUkWAwo8BEMXOR3Us0ff3I4-cgPdzqe_y21NYCiA30hPVDdQ-JY-TMO0umsO5_1kJqyAOpAAIlU2ZQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Purple Essence grasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Saturday morning we strolled along the shores of Lake Winnebago, the water was clear and calm. We could see the other side which reminded Michael of his mother and aunt walking along that ridge and other memories.&nbsp;</div><div>The weather was perfect for the installation of many light displays and wooden figures, the early seasonal decoration of the lakeside park.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgjartnYQtY5wLfOWd6q7-JBCZ1a4kHulscnQGtu8AEvAdykHeigoZse-zhAnXEZ9CWAhTH-weUy-ev7ltZzPtJL47LUjoA6FwRHCZLycElw1zk4l1-50n8K0hTXmGeDTYyGhmvwfSp5zpB24l9zUoHMN8XTK9y7mtlcNYzTD2GwrHVt0VowTTzJxt4A=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1200" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgjartnYQtY5wLfOWd6q7-JBCZ1a4kHulscnQGtu8AEvAdykHeigoZse-zhAnXEZ9CWAhTH-weUy-ev7ltZzPtJL47LUjoA6FwRHCZLycElw1zk4l1-50n8K0hTXmGeDTYyGhmvwfSp5zpB24l9zUoHMN8XTK9y7mtlcNYzTD2GwrHVt0VowTTzJxt4A=w400-h288" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As we walked along we came to a statue of Chief Oshkosh. Was that who Mike's late sister Carol had painted? Nan made sure we noticed the treasured painting before we left their house. We miss Carol. Many of the shared stories were about her.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi07rc_7Fhh-fb4G8aVodMAdlPlSuCOzO9iy7fTVVudnqGc9A3Ga9PF_w6kQxOKNSRMTL6H1lbhI8-sKJYp6_CRaxTM7zxsBAH0SzbIQGxit0xuJVGWwmzEbPEHLA4QS44rfUN81ArQ0ZP6nlYzACT5s6xY5WYT9-gB3I7ZFE4G7RyioOamWeyiscWtgg=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="1200" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi07rc_7Fhh-fb4G8aVodMAdlPlSuCOzO9iy7fTVVudnqGc9A3Ga9PF_w6kQxOKNSRMTL6H1lbhI8-sKJYp6_CRaxTM7zxsBAH0SzbIQGxit0xuJVGWwmzEbPEHLA4QS44rfUN81ArQ0ZP6nlYzACT5s6xY5WYT9-gB3I7ZFE4G7RyioOamWeyiscWtgg=w640-h440" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As we left the park I had to get a picture of the former hospital across the street where both Michael and Sam were born. It is now an apartment complex.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiB1d0SUMj52T1IQ7LzSHWbaIOfDOT2pGi6hpJSyPsSaIEvZRykDNYIJU_pg37y9CWka6TfyHDI7GQBrCbhwrGzvGemf-bLcP5QUCUfzsri5lppsHrzFdQOwh3owgViBTOvp-Tz62RXuuhvnFxoVqxiZpIv8oecp32CLRAbdMwxNZPiYEDhV6ViuleBtw=s914" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="914" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiB1d0SUMj52T1IQ7LzSHWbaIOfDOT2pGi6hpJSyPsSaIEvZRykDNYIJU_pg37y9CWka6TfyHDI7GQBrCbhwrGzvGemf-bLcP5QUCUfzsri5lppsHrzFdQOwh3owgViBTOvp-Tz62RXuuhvnFxoVqxiZpIv8oecp32CLRAbdMwxNZPiYEDhV6ViuleBtw=w400-h245" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of son Sam, I liked this action pic that showed up this week on Facebook,&nbsp; and also a paragraph about his skateboard business.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6COl-BJHTGXb_Q_cSg1NmIBxl0z7aHbV5PYIWixeWjVidfX05C8nO6Dd_Abq4f-BcZBtBjFm3tMBziXonONOOqSQlS4zsdzpeq591gc9y-5s-2jGtttig2R2X8Nu7VuzestHYRHkindRcy50DtkEQFVmRg8r06oBQ3ksRrX5Prtk8VwKhmc18iqckWg=s1352" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6COl-BJHTGXb_Q_cSg1NmIBxl0z7aHbV5PYIWixeWjVidfX05C8nO6Dd_Abq4f-BcZBtBjFm3tMBziXonONOOqSQlS4zsdzpeq591gc9y-5s-2jGtttig2R2X8Nu7VuzestHYRHkindRcy50DtkEQFVmRg8r06oBQ3ksRrX5Prtk8VwKhmc18iqckWg=w189-h400" width="189" /></a></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: times;">Life skateboards is the culmination of years &amp; years of hard work, trial &amp; error, jig building, tool design and build, testing, low tech engineering, skating, creating. Years and years in limbo between trying to make Life full time or keep relying on my woodworking, cabinetry, construction background. Life skateboards is literally two dudes in a workshop trying to make the best possible skateboard for every rider, every age, ever . . .</span></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had some time before the meeting with another little known cousin. Michael wanted to look for the house he had lived in for a time when a young boy, 190 Boyd St. The problem is that so much has changed, including the numbers of the houses. We stopped to ask a gentleman working outside. He'd lived there fifty years and was not aware of different numbers. They talked about Oshkosh places and people they might know in common. As a boy, he remembered going to Koch Sales (the family discount store) in Omro where he got his first maple candies! When Michael mentioned being involved in FIRST robotics as a mentor and his acquaintance with Oshkosh's winningest team, Wave Robotics, the conversation really took off. It happens this man is a mentor on that team!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAqLML5bR5t-gqA4s-dRpj_OTK311joIjQGC94Sl2Fn2I7ZZQyCl-ZOQjPnOGmc8wjGM3W7Gd2OyyLg3nvQ-IMuuD_mm06Phk_8THgoVobX9eESwiSRWKk5v50mRNTMXnXQFCun5ciB5_tixbh9rbWs4PBaN6vwCyznsn3BpZnNRCYocz-2Dlxo7oRMQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAqLML5bR5t-gqA4s-dRpj_OTK311joIjQGC94Sl2Fn2I7ZZQyCl-ZOQjPnOGmc8wjGM3W7Gd2OyyLg3nvQ-IMuuD_mm06Phk_8THgoVobX9eESwiSRWKk5v50mRNTMXnXQFCun5ciB5_tixbh9rbWs4PBaN6vwCyznsn3BpZnNRCYocz-2Dlxo7oRMQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally it was time for our last visit. Heidi's grandfather, my mother's older brother Harlan lived in Neenah. He was the first of the Hirschy to leave us in his early 70s of a heart attack as he was mowing. Her father, Harlan II, my cousin, also passed away at a similar age and circumstances while shoveling snow.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Needless to say we had much to learn about each other's lives and families. Surprisingly, we could relate to one another in many areas, and the visit proved delightful, hopefully&nbsp; only a first.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcNtvn90b2He7_nkOwQSi-mSK9HgHvN5lrtt8OTWNLSbxIspm5uD25ZoUeNdtu_NpAsKer4kG38fdWdb9ra7DXA5fgtur1ykyaWSIgbSYr65h-pKwEP9SnXgquW5ySKR3JvcnWwprZMTi4BQDZcD6yctQHA19o0lFFex9AvqYfX9fviLp49psyYCbD6w=s874" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcNtvn90b2He7_nkOwQSi-mSK9HgHvN5lrtt8OTWNLSbxIspm5uD25ZoUeNdtu_NpAsKer4kG38fdWdb9ra7DXA5fgtur1ykyaWSIgbSYr65h-pKwEP9SnXgquW5ySKR3JvcnWwprZMTi4BQDZcD6yctQHA19o0lFFex9AvqYfX9fviLp49psyYCbD6w=w334-h400" width="334" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heidi Wyn and Dan Milner</td></tr></tbody></table><br />&nbsp;We headed home and arrived after midnight enjoying a good read, <i>No Compromise, the life story of Keith Green. </i>The entire trip I read aloud, even so we are only 70% through the book. It is captivating and convicting. Now we've begun to listen to his music. We were probably out of the country when he became a sought after Christian musician.&nbsp;</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdzRLw-l3CQ/YXmSzoQCLiI/AAAAAAAAcN8/ecB2GtfAWPE1MTLqbJu7m_WlBxclVIZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="328" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdzRLw-l3CQ/YXmSzoQCLiI/AAAAAAAAcN8/ecB2GtfAWPE1MTLqbJu7m_WlBxclVIZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="157" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;">What are your memories of the Keith Green era and his music?<br /></div><br /><p></p><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/I1gDRazB98M" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 42 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/week-42.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:af04c3ba-8317-4e82-ffa7-c736b66cdf0a Tue, 19 Oct 2021 15:50:16 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somehow cousin Karin faithfully puts together a lovely bouquet every week even when she says there are few flowers left. Thanks, again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCx0AY5J3_RkoyPDkvnLHVkcm6rE0ygXOUHYEBjQe5zQ10p4XvvOH8VZuboCghgljNhbPUF8m45Z6BRP6UmobUSZ9bvwo5cyLnokchoRzGKNSherbJvzEEqIIiTeAUnG4NdJXmP0AC2DAlTNSDA3M3WUqFcY3n7d9B38stzll7vbaij0_9xoHB6ebOMQ=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCx0AY5J3_RkoyPDkvnLHVkcm6rE0ygXOUHYEBjQe5zQ10p4XvvOH8VZuboCghgljNhbPUF8m45Z6BRP6UmobUSZ9bvwo5cyLnokchoRzGKNSherbJvzEEqIIiTeAUnG4NdJXmP0AC2DAlTNSDA3M3WUqFcY3n7d9B38stzll7vbaij0_9xoHB6ebOMQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, somehow, Michael musters up enough strength to keep tackling the many tasks that present themselves.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_9r75pQ88viP7y0q8PUc1FyZ50G7x-auZGYGaWo1n48KeLa9wecnje8wunQ8XenkegkcYEgTCwbgWDmugcqssTuian6cahX0LDc3Gpctjc3_8yJEEwXUEbD9IFgILxaPfZWWQRdUcSn4tDF3Tc3tKZnVM2YnBzAEO0L3-SbN0iwmMcETiHi9xFravNw=s1581" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1581" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_9r75pQ88viP7y0q8PUc1FyZ50G7x-auZGYGaWo1n48KeLa9wecnje8wunQ8XenkegkcYEgTCwbgWDmugcqssTuian6cahX0LDc3Gpctjc3_8yJEEwXUEbD9IFgILxaPfZWWQRdUcSn4tDF3Tc3tKZnVM2YnBzAEO0L3-SbN0iwmMcETiHi9xFravNw=w640-h294" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One job is almost done - the heating system at Steph and Karen's new house! He has repaired all the more obvious leak spots, but it will need to be checked with water when that is possible. Notice the well organized and labeled binder documenting the entire system.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Photo on right shows dry wall in-progress.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to see son Sam Monday night as well. He came to talk about the cabinetry he will be installing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbXm-xtbQtgfztYHl32R3IqXU5xhTEw0TMU7UAe1O_PYRRxsMQXrBPdJ2xN_USyPnPbQKI4nnwhc42UP3pl-SaI5-2Wbcf4VzCZf-tRvQeYGk6vxqhkvS1gldk5o26uMlmMyGU4UZvu5pioL_eZ5OBjMSwoHyIFELmYuKfYM3MctGa2VjsuAFuXNxbIg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbXm-xtbQtgfztYHl32R3IqXU5xhTEw0TMU7UAe1O_PYRRxsMQXrBPdJ2xN_USyPnPbQKI4nnwhc42UP3pl-SaI5-2Wbcf4VzCZf-tRvQeYGk6vxqhkvS1gldk5o26uMlmMyGU4UZvu5pioL_eZ5OBjMSwoHyIFELmYuKfYM3MctGa2VjsuAFuXNxbIg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>For further details check out Karen's weekly&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/10/16/electrical-hook-up-window-wall-planking-and-drywall-delays/">blog&nbsp;</a>report on house progress.</p><p>Leah's place had some fun pumpkin decor. Next, some will be painted and/or eaten.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYs7oZScBTE9YEyTtShVzMfgXDkpy1d_tUCmFZo4VodfzyJDPNc_ukotz5732u6CXb0oz1oz795BIc0ahJ3hwQ-jVqLKCVJkAEVPvi6KoVwEvdMggbBBrGBs8aJxlJcmDa1gRpz4cEzoVF8aDuhpHnDskN0FGhuuxOlWY4X31FmBHd5tn40VIK0BlnyA=s944" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="944" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYs7oZScBTE9YEyTtShVzMfgXDkpy1d_tUCmFZo4VodfzyJDPNc_ukotz5732u6CXb0oz1oz795BIc0ahJ3hwQ-jVqLKCVJkAEVPvi6KoVwEvdMggbBBrGBs8aJxlJcmDa1gRpz4cEzoVF8aDuhpHnDskN0FGhuuxOlWY4X31FmBHd5tn40VIK0BlnyA=w400-h290" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and a few backpacking buddies went to Low Gap Trail in Morgan Monroe State Forrest and spent Wednesday and into Thursday enjoying the beautiful outdoors and perfect weather.</div>&nbsp;<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEv5l4q4gvkH2kJP8bI4MtQLQNBFYhK0C730ZK5eLnCrvjl_ujNtmr1sXSCbMv6pCvuyph7msKEKEODnH6sqPlqV8vHSKiTg5HUWfn3TaBGHvyQ0KbRADqCIZ81Gk0VwK7hXI8HKw2PZTOpzpW5bD3IxBFXsV5kvKpeE_rPMizIJWOSNyPkmw_GebV7Q=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEv5l4q4gvkH2kJP8bI4MtQLQNBFYhK0C730ZK5eLnCrvjl_ujNtmr1sXSCbMv6pCvuyph7msKEKEODnH6sqPlqV8vHSKiTg5HUWfn3TaBGHvyQ0KbRADqCIZ81Gk0VwK7hXI8HKw2PZTOpzpW5bD3IxBFXsV5kvKpeE_rPMizIJWOSNyPkmw_GebV7Q=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Friday the 15th, was another of my self-imposed writing deadlines. Again, somehow throughout the two weeks, we managed to crank out another <i>capítulo - </i>in English&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/10/tents-and-temples.html">Chapter 16</a>&nbsp;"Tents and Temples", and in Spanish <i><a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/10/la-carpa.html">La Carpa</a>.</i>&nbsp;</p><p>Saturday, Our Town Upland sponsored the second annual Fall Festival. By the time I arrived, the family members I had gone to see were already leaving. Perfect timing to admire the pumpkins Rebecca and Kalani painted, get hugs and kisses, and <i>abuela's&nbsp;</i>mandatory photo.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifHna7G6FnbumoDDb1P6k0DKsJ9Ynv8E7-fSVgotpp_ACDUmfbFW_CkZPs3FXCSNYaPwyjy5o4wqP8Bn5I8xKA61fJV2OM5_ajc_ZMEWPCaBK-dk6D9jLXJgLKFebBd-Z4V4ShsG7VmaQnox89OCltTIkeFmlEnbgb5Jes_-XTsT8GwuSDZe9johcJfg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifHna7G6FnbumoDDb1P6k0DKsJ9Ynv8E7-fSVgotpp_ACDUmfbFW_CkZPs3FXCSNYaPwyjy5o4wqP8Bn5I8xKA61fJV2OM5_ajc_ZMEWPCaBK-dk6D9jLXJgLKFebBd-Z4V4ShsG7VmaQnox89OCltTIkeFmlEnbgb5Jes_-XTsT8GwuSDZe9johcJfg=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple days later this great action photo showed up on Facebook.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhDPgzhXABXuOMk3R8oBJ2BIlbG17q2HAdip1AKhqXZYdJan1w7uXa2cP8sJi51ZJwjZ5wObjaOl5TqU_xZOAgfDWBMckykaHsR5MGuKSiU-3B4zZ-MSiwkMUsAmBtzUIrMQORp6WymZThcOoyDbEx6-Hny435GVMyUpJWpH_KfmJPnAa2tsC8lr_fzg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhDPgzhXABXuOMk3R8oBJ2BIlbG17q2HAdip1AKhqXZYdJan1w7uXa2cP8sJi51ZJwjZ5wObjaOl5TqU_xZOAgfDWBMckykaHsR5MGuKSiU-3B4zZ-MSiwkMUsAmBtzUIrMQORp6WymZThcOoyDbEx6-Hny435GVMyUpJWpH_KfmJPnAa2tsC8lr_fzg=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank you Ashley Tibery and Our Town Upland!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That was all I'd come for, so I just went home, took a short nap and waited for the arrival of two grandsons coming to spend the night.<div>We had a fun time with Zion and Jude. I introduced Zion to a Let's Make Art watercolor tutorial. He picked the Piggy Pig out of many, many options because it had seemingly fewer lines and looked easier. It was probably more challenging than we expected but we had fun! I had missed doing watercolor, so thank you, Zion!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0I_fKjZueJiu717J877QeZwDFkxPvN3dYVp-KXUEX9oXoq-YXOrKl19ztGN2_BMa7yBY8zRjH7KIkUBumSKwK_AdFF6vG5MIf07rfDggxhMlZO61ursTnL6VgJ43cnB7YOpK9ydA-Q6RqUC5eZcDcSCP2YqNTEUAe6tsukpevV4phwkKRahfaMPYGKQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0I_fKjZueJiu717J877QeZwDFkxPvN3dYVp-KXUEX9oXoq-YXOrKl19ztGN2_BMa7yBY8zRjH7KIkUBumSKwK_AdFF6vG5MIf07rfDggxhMlZO61ursTnL6VgJ43cnB7YOpK9ydA-Q6RqUC5eZcDcSCP2YqNTEUAe6tsukpevV4phwkKRahfaMPYGKQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Jude preferred to explore the new video game he got for his birthday. We also played a couple games together.</div><p style="text-align: left;">Sunday morning Zion made us eggs for breakfast while Jude, showered and ready for church, continued to conquer some of the objectives of his game!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJzDDOtUm4VNL2zQ3xBzVyOKh_Ig6AO-SmUpiuLy-qnYvec2XfI0gN5H6plR7ERy5g-1YXUXrtYp9DvCaXWQmYDmezFi8gHJOb30eil2TrIdK-JyoS2lly7FhreGcJIlu029n2KzaG726s5bvF4ja4DqCqoqztEmr7D04aaaJgzk9DqxriqfJs1xAwlw=s944" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="944" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJzDDOtUm4VNL2zQ3xBzVyOKh_Ig6AO-SmUpiuLy-qnYvec2XfI0gN5H6plR7ERy5g-1YXUXrtYp9DvCaXWQmYDmezFi8gHJOb30eil2TrIdK-JyoS2lly7FhreGcJIlu029n2KzaG726s5bvF4ja4DqCqoqztEmr7D04aaaJgzk9DqxriqfJs1xAwlw=w640-h464" width="640" /></a></p><p>After church we needed to help Diane with a couple of malfunctions, so we drove to her apartment in Marion and then took her out to eat. Can you tell where?</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4IaAs90_o/YW2hcmIHKMI/AAAAAAAAcKY/Go_VA7v0sgE4HAi9jHghNKFROxvXmy8ZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="721" height="358" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4IaAs90_o/YW2hcmIHKMI/AAAAAAAAcKY/Go_VA7v0sgE4HAi9jHghNKFROxvXmy8ZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Next week we're looking forward to a bit of travel to visit relatives in Wisconsin. It will be nice to get away.&nbsp;<br /><br /><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/j9fxw2Zq4ks" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 41's Miscellany https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/week-41s-miscellany.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9e319b5d-2464-cc0a-3e0d-1927a66a6520 Wed, 13 Oct 2021 22:57:59 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I looked back on Week 41 there were hardly any photos. I listed the important happenings of the week as part of "remembering, reflecting, recording." (I read somewhere it's supposed to help you live a longer and more fulfilling life.) Even so, the weekly photo-journal came together once again. (Thanks to all whose photos I've "borrowed.")&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin sent this photo especially for me/us, a bright zinnia bouquet. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoK-T1fcndR1MIuaY5I5Vd_3Hpci9nztXKG3ZPCGuOLNYjWTVUDzfnsvnsuIL_IVJyNLNSoOcy4du8EHxOohL9YECAsTsmeaRnTxL0Bwm0emr77-N3vuURZf9H-U-Jm6yyQp_mSxunqNQ4xB7jw19vgoFWs9Z-ehIEJer6G0_2ZPwNJM1tfEXOUPs_gQ=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoK-T1fcndR1MIuaY5I5Vd_3Hpci9nztXKG3ZPCGuOLNYjWTVUDzfnsvnsuIL_IVJyNLNSoOcy4du8EHxOohL9YECAsTsmeaRnTxL0Bwm0emr77-N3vuURZf9H-U-Jm6yyQp_mSxunqNQ4xB7jw19vgoFWs9Z-ehIEJer6G0_2ZPwNJM1tfEXOUPs_gQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had asked sister-in-law Raquel for a selfie, after failing to take a picture of them when we were there last week. I received this happy family pic. Thank you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3FmJgH6_Vl8TPsJkJf3n0L8iyqEDIKWXhODLTn76L5zN7UHGH3vnY9VMP9rl8Qi3BQHwYtYgeb-ZKjQLaETVf6HHdczd_c9Jf0jSxsWNOcPPOMQ1Bs922nUwHU-3kjML4KmZYKxD3IUvPLdHdree_L91oYITYtMjCydrfB6PEeQ0JDugBVW1E1iclcA=s843" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3FmJgH6_Vl8TPsJkJf3n0L8iyqEDIKWXhODLTn76L5zN7UHGH3vnY9VMP9rl8Qi3BQHwYtYgeb-ZKjQLaETVf6HHdczd_c9Jf0jSxsWNOcPPOMQ1Bs922nUwHU-3kjML4KmZYKxD3IUvPLdHdree_L91oYITYtMjCydrfB6PEeQ0JDugBVW1E1iclcA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I promised to share more about our ultra eventful last weekend. Sunday evening, we celebrated Kayla's upcoming 30th birthday (Tuesday, October 5) with a fondue. This one photographic memory of the party reveals the serious decline of my photography, both in quantity and quality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhGl5gs6blugL3YFKYpFkiYZY6m6dj4DnZ2sgJg-89VnYWOGK-bDLbAKiI3O8Ew7wXSg6zTfPoi9H4x2Usb_MtIEI2WuNHnuhTPRHmg0bx9cTlPAKXItL62ycVq3qtZ0qCIUegkjhuara4br6MCIA0I5SSemwg2ETerac_7CKjDaqtp2_kxW1Va7CHBA=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="917" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhGl5gs6blugL3YFKYpFkiYZY6m6dj4DnZ2sgJg-89VnYWOGK-bDLbAKiI3O8Ew7wXSg6zTfPoi9H4x2Usb_MtIEI2WuNHnuhTPRHmg0bx9cTlPAKXItL62ycVq3qtZ0qCIUegkjhuara4br6MCIA0I5SSemwg2ETerac_7CKjDaqtp2_kxW1Va7CHBA=w640-h294" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As always, the littlest family member was the center of attention. Auntie Kayla is so good at leading little ones in song and movement. Kalani followed right along with The Itsy Bitsy Spider and Baby Shark.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp_iphk98aJm9ar-0miHVk7CfgeBQUtdiOulu34IWkisf-Z59PCgZRuYz_4jdlFKaHhZTfKJxa6MKG_NRFXwQ717A-sUd0eN7QoaH2NNAONCWS8pePat65rUNmiiKqkY-gvNMuWOK2QPtMkL_P1QUg3cx6QJveQOE8WqyBac-yJYtU_fpxl0cg36jmg=s620" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="620" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp_iphk98aJm9ar-0miHVk7CfgeBQUtdiOulu34IWkisf-Z59PCgZRuYz_4jdlFKaHhZTfKJxa6MKG_NRFXwQ717A-sUd0eN7QoaH2NNAONCWS8pePat65rUNmiiKqkY-gvNMuWOK2QPtMkL_P1QUg3cx6QJveQOE8WqyBac-yJYtU_fpxl0cg36jmg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I managed to get in only one longer walk this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-ra7O-wRb2hto5_VfrVDwHaMT5Hs9D3GPeDuP0ckRw3htWbYMfhKm5LUTSJTQ8VTUUmolWsuuLV77OLDT7HjqucRzfc4YzFrptQLNHVX47h9n0CavdlVOGxhrfmOICwL-_odpB0EM1xN7N61GoYQONCuym2T4-HM6-un9_u8oqzK7WBEC9OunxKVmLA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-ra7O-wRb2hto5_VfrVDwHaMT5Hs9D3GPeDuP0ckRw3htWbYMfhKm5LUTSJTQ8VTUUmolWsuuLV77OLDT7HjqucRzfc4YzFrptQLNHVX47h9n0CavdlVOGxhrfmOICwL-_odpB0EM1xN7N61GoYQONCuym2T4-HM6-un9_u8oqzK7WBEC9OunxKVmLA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I try to observe seasonal changes--the colors, new growth, things I hadn't noticed before.&nbsp;<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiINJrhwKfG1LLLAmrSuR4s3frKgzO0Jc7zOQ3NCT1xGi-z0kRXN3M_WVIzVyi-1cbMm4jAF0WKFmX38In1dM37LM8CByB8ZSvQ-rTh_EbUBZEjv1IlmfxVesEjxhrtep0ODIl5BjmpmoXPN1feqZC1ZEBCLKCz__Ipli6S-ayUvK5_J6LjwitYUa4rPw=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="917" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiINJrhwKfG1LLLAmrSuR4s3frKgzO0Jc7zOQ3NCT1xGi-z0kRXN3M_WVIzVyi-1cbMm4jAF0WKFmX38In1dM37LM8CByB8ZSvQ-rTh_EbUBZEjv1IlmfxVesEjxhrtep0ODIl5BjmpmoXPN1feqZC1ZEBCLKCz__Ipli6S-ayUvK5_J6LjwitYUa4rPw=w400-h229" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've also been preparing the outdoor potted plants for wintering indoors. I rescued some little spider plant starters and had fun using Michael's pottery experiments to grow them in.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidZnmcAeR5_0_LaWAwcWQtIMi8jdiU4TXgB1C-Ahiv8h7DgTZepSH9eXIZFr6csjk2LCWLdnSTpYEvnsnGRStjFA0rxGxs2bAp247RDKC036LBzRGfEiKItCX09A5Tfes5y9kDkjayypJj5aqYt1NRUA7Xa7lZN7y6LHpsgvb3gWKodU43ZTwjQOMHnA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="960" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidZnmcAeR5_0_LaWAwcWQtIMi8jdiU4TXgB1C-Ahiv8h7DgTZepSH9eXIZFr6csjk2LCWLdnSTpYEvnsnGRStjFA0rxGxs2bAp247RDKC036LBzRGfEiKItCX09A5Tfes5y9kDkjayypJj5aqYt1NRUA7Xa7lZN7y6LHpsgvb3gWKodU43ZTwjQOMHnA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I discovered that the mums planted last fall came back and blossomed. I was taking a picture of them at the same time that my friend in Argentina sent me a pic of their spring flowers.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4KjU7-N5GJRxGj-N2aVMv2NgCTnso_ppt-QQ2v-x2-Bd1JeUCCeZHCHK2pkEZMmSNTShzh20WKpRwmR7me52CtWJu_Vbh5ICDL8lIUq_80AdAZOWkMq0a9GyCpPBCdmJHwtDCD9LFuxtN3FJCs_l7jeFGGKKj0SBwjfbZkcuYdsDH2To7XWIpNOTcKw=s1242" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="693" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4KjU7-N5GJRxGj-N2aVMv2NgCTnso_ppt-QQ2v-x2-Bd1JeUCCeZHCHK2pkEZMmSNTShzh20WKpRwmR7me52CtWJu_Vbh5ICDL8lIUq_80AdAZOWkMq0a9GyCpPBCdmJHwtDCD9LFuxtN3FJCs_l7jeFGGKKj0SBwjfbZkcuYdsDH2To7XWIpNOTcKw=w224-h400" width="224" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was one more birthday in the family this week. Friday the 8th of October Jude turned nine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCDW3LKheAnyDLoovZZT8PIJ37Qu2IOEqqLuE8K4mkm12A1rvClnivoWuckt_IeXq3FLvUTUgzlbduFy32kj74mLz71wYD4WEVwKqGN69tdy0eifidLwjpat-K-4Vf_qqKus3CGEdHfavlVaJuPdH1DhIxd5-nr8RQBlNqG1ebTKoZ7FtPCSdvl4hX2A=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCDW3LKheAnyDLoovZZT8PIJ37Qu2IOEqqLuE8K4mkm12A1rvClnivoWuckt_IeXq3FLvUTUgzlbduFy32kj74mLz71wYD4WEVwKqGN69tdy0eifidLwjpat-K-4Vf_qqKus3CGEdHfavlVaJuPdH1DhIxd5-nr8RQBlNqG1ebTKoZ7FtPCSdvl4hX2A=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Stephan was in Holland, Michigan, over the weekend, carving pumpkins for a fall festival. I love this fairy tale ensemble. How many of you know the story? He was surprised that some passersby did not. Most onlookers complimented his work and preferred it to the typical scary Halloween themes.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKxkdwnpnXiujSNbFkJwwsDz9_0ywJw-uVrRsjEULziA8-3WvvrZ-w0HkSI86JHYR3hItiS45NzKSWwlODYxpbeeOdDmynI66KUlUBHIh6TgEGaaTecrKUcZ7FZFv0hzSWEaHYnAblYAkIkS48fSRVXYt9B1WdDbAr1SCiie4HQcu4xFZiAbYVxyT-UA=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="917" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKxkdwnpnXiujSNbFkJwwsDz9_0ywJw-uVrRsjEULziA8-3WvvrZ-w0HkSI86JHYR3hItiS45NzKSWwlODYxpbeeOdDmynI66KUlUBHIh6TgEGaaTecrKUcZ7FZFv0hzSWEaHYnAblYAkIkS48fSRVXYt9B1WdDbAr1SCiie4HQcu4xFZiAbYVxyT-UA=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum . . .&nbsp;<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>During the week the spray foam insulation was installed in Stephan and Karen's new house. They tell me it was fun to watch. Next comes the dry wall.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_GVN99IvvA8sQPW0jPwE8QdfhIspr09vY0UZ5Xtklb4LNMi6aX7dnFGO0SOSnY6SllDLsTDdhEeKp2XdxYDRewDBBoP-QSBVjcma9ZSTrqt_8cj905Ob3invGsxktWsBoYJZIn_wOmhE7ptsQgIfOEJHRN2jyTABBN9d21QpqNnnnl6XMXR1NaWK-aw=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_GVN99IvvA8sQPW0jPwE8QdfhIspr09vY0UZ5Xtklb4LNMi6aX7dnFGO0SOSnY6SllDLsTDdhEeKp2XdxYDRewDBBoP-QSBVjcma9ZSTrqt_8cj905Ob3invGsxktWsBoYJZIn_wOmhE7ptsQgIfOEJHRN2jyTABBN9d21QpqNnnnl6XMXR1NaWK-aw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah came Friday evening to spend Taylor Homecoming here. She drove straight from work and looked very professional. She brought and cooked a wonderful meal for us. It is hard to believe that I did not take any pictures that day of such a splendid occasion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning I woke up early enough to go for the Homecoming 5K. Moriah wanted to join me, but had to go to Dollar General when it opened at 8:00 and buy appropriate shoes. The good news was that the race was scheduled for 8:30. The bad news was that they changed the route from in town to the Taylor cross country trail, and she couldn't find it. Nevertheless, she persisted and arrived 10 minutes after the start of the race, ran it backwards to meet me and we wogged (walk/jog) together! Wasn't that sweet!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I saw this dad ahead of me carrying his child but never knew if and when they finished. I was the last one and by that time the party was over, everybody except the organizers had left.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRkxtGYRb3pQfv8LSpXpV6Qco5_Pfn8x3M7KEpD0z-KPV7dwk4_c_7h9bOCRgE5ux1EDW3eOuhJi53eA8wZAPBMbxwHhFVROHDAlKntnuZ_Ds-vVVvaW3hADVBimFznj1PcHrs_L8XXjsTBxl4ttLwGii8h4R-tk1bYQLRHjoSTldmc5P9ui0QWWUcag=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRkxtGYRb3pQfv8LSpXpV6Qco5_Pfn8x3M7KEpD0z-KPV7dwk4_c_7h9bOCRgE5ux1EDW3eOuhJi53eA8wZAPBMbxwHhFVROHDAlKntnuZ_Ds-vVVvaW3hADVBimFznj1PcHrs_L8XXjsTBxl4ttLwGii8h4R-tk1bYQLRHjoSTldmc5P9ui0QWWUcag=w340-h400" width="340" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Michael was at Stephan's place in case the dry wall delivery and crew had any questions or needed anything. But, in the evening we were all home again and managed to play Splendor together like old times. I finally remembered to capture the moment.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghGZ3ae3pvqQ5z96UFIpco2fGCAsiAXRyHZtb3uKgHPGkSl3AibPI0c94wsdFzNWR3KUdhSRScutAwkmJ7Iov45aEwXhRYIRzxW86ijVnJI_wGTQXtv9Jp7b56rdoXUa_qf_uo0OvMVD_gF3ZFoEFQmy8aVr7HY0eBW7sG3IpamCbIO3GY26n2LEas_g=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghGZ3ae3pvqQ5z96UFIpco2fGCAsiAXRyHZtb3uKgHPGkSl3AibPI0c94wsdFzNWR3KUdhSRScutAwkmJ7Iov45aEwXhRYIRzxW86ijVnJI_wGTQXtv9Jp7b56rdoXUa_qf_uo0OvMVD_gF3ZFoEFQmy8aVr7HY0eBW7sG3IpamCbIO3GY26n2LEas_g=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We even took a selfie before she left Sunday morning. Ah, but I still regret missing the lovely plated meal and Moriah's professional engineer look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8c9gHUVLLxTbvVLwEbmZR_0xKV592SXnPkPwtexQjdWr1dKSibJhMcq1cKeB7mQGTQc5FHo98lv5oh1K2HxtC9MIapMcHQ0uQfIp2QKd-4CfFxVQWlbze3pVdN5ce_XrencxbTjcg_CTak8g4TsCAmzQZ8Ziy48nxbM6C-Qkn4R2VBFwuE619C-NwwQ=s765" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="765" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8c9gHUVLLxTbvVLwEbmZR_0xKV592SXnPkPwtexQjdWr1dKSibJhMcq1cKeB7mQGTQc5FHo98lv5oh1K2HxtC9MIapMcHQ0uQfIp2QKd-4CfFxVQWlbze3pVdN5ce_XrencxbTjcg_CTak8g4TsCAmzQZ8Ziy48nxbM6C-Qkn4R2VBFwuE619C-NwwQ=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oFP2Bg8I-Ks" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 40 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/10/week-40.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:cc046f8a-6e76-79f4-b653-1e0fd80c4111 Wed, 06 Oct 2021 14:35:14 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbw5PTb-GI0zWSn3FR91My0U8QEkr3oBVAllXqcpTeC1K0fqdEEvtI6xmLk8smUTWHJpn05OPgbhqtuv2tlUBzksXCVIZVXNN4sDxZ-WV1mLf1yL9Wr1XKzRBvWAgDWemsoEQb1fbTcqukeylV6e5xjPlRbasTvSF3KROr0nN7HDS2HMtiDgr3q8UlxA=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbw5PTb-GI0zWSn3FR91My0U8QEkr3oBVAllXqcpTeC1K0fqdEEvtI6xmLk8smUTWHJpn05OPgbhqtuv2tlUBzksXCVIZVXNN4sDxZ-WV1mLf1yL9Wr1XKzRBvWAgDWemsoEQb1fbTcqukeylV6e5xjPlRbasTvSF3KROr0nN7HDS2HMtiDgr3q8UlxA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Week 40 seemed rather routine, until the exceedingly event<i>full</i> weekend. Not many photos to represent our daily activities.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Much of the time, I was intent on preparing chapter 15&nbsp; of <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-bible-coach.html">My Argentina </a>and <a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/el-coche-biblico.html"><i>Mi Argentina querida</i></a> for publication on Friday, October 1. It can be tedious work and results are not always perfect. These self-imposed deadlines may be stressful at times, but certainly help me accomplish some life goals.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael's focus was the ongoing installation of the heating system in Stephan and Karen's new house. That too, requires great perseverance--faulty parts to be returned, leaks that need repaired, constant checking, keeping on day after day. And finally, the documentation of the entire floor heating system! What an impressive document Michael is putting together! The end is near!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgREPT8A-NPyKkzmu2_2bfMFcrJeANX6g12Aldjgvf12DCIJCl1KDiYs7ZiJjO_fWnPlmjkiBG8tBp7hOYF7rmjM2RkxxHHVxBXnZq_KZM-LS5h-oHu38U4aw8fPDMPEOofNqgjgEjSFfj1IjczOy41xAb-Ii4JUn5yBjeWWelysvAGxFNM9CNBpXxajw=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgREPT8A-NPyKkzmu2_2bfMFcrJeANX6g12Aldjgvf12DCIJCl1KDiYs7ZiJjO_fWnPlmjkiBG8tBp7hOYF7rmjM2RkxxHHVxBXnZq_KZM-LS5h-oHu38U4aw8fPDMPEOofNqgjgEjSFfj1IjczOy41xAb-Ii4JUn5yBjeWWelysvAGxFNM9CNBpXxajw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I took Leah to the Cancer Center this week, and after that we happened upon an opportunity for extra provisions for her household: a tailgate distribution of surplus items by Second Harvest. We waited over an hour (or napped) in one of the long lines of cars.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEJuqzg33r_bLI8E6YnSTz88qodsq-uZILlz78xWTD-MKPG_gqOhpkb6SWyB07B02TIu_CZXG0uPFphoWpeS4QZaxiMFaGRPPfJdDO8KJlWZtXN2-BlP1Rzo02vZcWk-j1VbW_gh7xID4HT7JS1Fh8QTYSft8Ohp9D04Tlm_aev3dofw07WUKvrhkHRg=s654" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="654" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEJuqzg33r_bLI8E6YnSTz88qodsq-uZILlz78xWTD-MKPG_gqOhpkb6SWyB07B02TIu_CZXG0uPFphoWpeS4QZaxiMFaGRPPfJdDO8KJlWZtXN2-BlP1Rzo02vZcWk-j1VbW_gh7xID4HT7JS1Fh8QTYSft8Ohp9D04Tlm_aev3dofw07WUKvrhkHRg=w640-h346" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among the items loaded in our car, were a great quantity of these cute little pumpkins. I microwaved a couple, scooped out the seeds and mashed the rest with butter and brown sugar. Delish! I imagine we'll have fun painting many of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiclJTN7gi-psFs2aM-5--ycMzBFK-SRosR_W2sO-9YNZ8mLe0D5NgPzrAKgX6mhSGfYOSxWYgnme-k4KkgwAOjUmQBV-V5-91u01rL6yNVaZwBkg2jKLQx4fhG5wKzu7I5DqLC_qAW4baq0pvACrkMJTW6gLuGfeqHTT-Hjok3vp-lcuKNN6LIH8MEVw=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="960" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiclJTN7gi-psFs2aM-5--ycMzBFK-SRosR_W2sO-9YNZ8mLe0D5NgPzrAKgX6mhSGfYOSxWYgnme-k4KkgwAOjUmQBV-V5-91u01rL6yNVaZwBkg2jKLQx4fhG5wKzu7I5DqLC_qAW4baq0pvACrkMJTW6gLuGfeqHTT-Hjok3vp-lcuKNN6LIH8MEVw=w200-h166" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was fascinated by the bouquet at our table at The Bridge Cafe and learned about these blooms using my SEEK app. But more importantly, I enjoyed conversation with my friend Petey. I am so grateful for our friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipAD5M11CU7dQEi2WLZNbkCYByC5gt8thB8wmQqo45CxaP8q-jNAnRSFHAtIOnVPxing0MiIXnecTvgsALvczSCGzOIjipURA0PJlSvhqa8eYKspvi9v0lCGa8zIjI5gOsFSlAF_qOYnP5qydDSdHThZn2ayF0mM-0-0PQfJgrhTxMieHL0uQkJ9tD3A=s1396" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipAD5M11CU7dQEi2WLZNbkCYByC5gt8thB8wmQqo45CxaP8q-jNAnRSFHAtIOnVPxing0MiIXnecTvgsALvczSCGzOIjipURA0PJlSvhqa8eYKspvi9v0lCGa8zIjI5gOsFSlAF_qOYnP5qydDSdHThZn2ayF0mM-0-0PQfJgrhTxMieHL0uQkJ9tD3A=s320" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening, I got to see Rebecca! It was the first meeting of Basics. Since she moved up from Basics Jr., I did too. It was fun being a volunteer, an errand person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMKnMS6xNLPtzoF9SXq7a2_eiR1zzQHvM8bqEktAewwlTRmWY6xvZujmsjBdDf8uECyM3GJMQJAg4D_dh-hhbf_Rs-NUJnMn543swmLKjhZUASHbYJiL1H2J-_rFipxmCYeXSRcOuCVidI1DslejI_RbVTZnj8w9UMj62QyHxXtoBaQKFea2IyPHq3w=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="656" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMKnMS6xNLPtzoF9SXq7a2_eiR1zzQHvM8bqEktAewwlTRmWY6xvZujmsjBdDf8uECyM3GJMQJAg4D_dh-hhbf_Rs-NUJnMn543swmLKjhZUASHbYJiL1H2J-_rFipxmCYeXSRcOuCVidI1DslejI_RbVTZnj8w9UMj62QyHxXtoBaQKFea2IyPHq3w=s320" width="219" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYW2MhVmOnkwyanQejk72_i5qzmU6k2eLkjed9GqE6mEIznZ5TY21XRzs11mIIBJsqRvcrOLWAQ75TQEOhM5AQaHw6DOOlnGZGMOgFxh7FfSCQ1R24t74aBx89Al42qEUP2of5vdp0OGnKllmwbleXl9OJNqtzMDQ4NHVBOsLiguFkW5K8y8sdAoWA4Q=s1298" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1298" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYW2MhVmOnkwyanQejk72_i5qzmU6k2eLkjed9GqE6mEIznZ5TY21XRzs11mIIBJsqRvcrOLWAQ75TQEOhM5AQaHw6DOOlnGZGMOgFxh7FfSCQ1R24t74aBx89Al42qEUP2of5vdp0OGnKllmwbleXl9OJNqtzMDQ4NHVBOsLiguFkW5K8y8sdAoWA4Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now let me list the many events of the weekend:<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Friday, Michael and a dozen or more guys camped overnight on Stephan and Karen's property in the back open area close to the woods (and the outhouse!). They tented, cooked, played ball, some swam in the pool, and then gathered around the fire ring and shared man stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael prepared, brought and served a large breakfast the next day.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Saturday afternoon, we drove to Winona Lake for one of the Grace Homecoming events, an alumni dinner. The sixth president, Dr. Katip, now in his last year, shared many interesting stories of his journey with Grace schools.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixaIX3TyJbqYfPfN0HSiOqyUcV8Ew0mf1mBV6O-LvHJJw9FxHrbHDgoYHthi4A-Oahyu_jF16FbXjvhNiVYKkC5UMejYEeyDi9u5x6lhzOVrkDqqjKvCHuCGIoqWhuG2_xGeI0Ga2Om1n1Zq94pdSciMVDXr4_FGnbXpWzjeSDUt14ggldE9elFgerbQ=s903" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="903" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixaIX3TyJbqYfPfN0HSiOqyUcV8Ew0mf1mBV6O-LvHJJw9FxHrbHDgoYHthi4A-Oahyu_jF16FbXjvhNiVYKkC5UMejYEeyDi9u5x6lhzOVrkDqqjKvCHuCGIoqWhuG2_xGeI0Ga2Om1n1Zq94pdSciMVDXr4_FGnbXpWzjeSDUt14ggldE9elFgerbQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We will never forget the time Bill and his wife Debbie stopped to visit and pray with our family at the hospital after Malachi's serious accident. Even more meaningful is the fact that they were on their way back from a memorial for their eight-year-old grandson who died in a fire.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--We spent that night at my brother Alan's and got to visit and catch up with him and his wife Raquel and their two foster children.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5eV8eaYELj-HhTEFmVvKYLz7S9Lb-6WjKmjQ0fg_iukawrHbGBUKAWh0yVMx7UX02drOoCEARngWGFaNFu8FtH0yxtNeNH8SFbN_LHQM3_rlxkV-CprCKxm2yi6acJAIWwPJD_l5vDev_IwdFZYR4-KQOOl2-mvP2aJzlT2mKHgQQu5kJQABZF75-fw=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5eV8eaYELj-HhTEFmVvKYLz7S9Lb-6WjKmjQ0fg_iukawrHbGBUKAWh0yVMx7UX02drOoCEARngWGFaNFu8FtH0yxtNeNH8SFbN_LHQM3_rlxkV-CprCKxm2yi6acJAIWwPJD_l5vDev_IwdFZYR4-KQOOl2-mvP2aJzlT2mKHgQQu5kJQABZF75-fw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Sunday morning we were so blessed to go to church with Malachi and Lexi (they live next door to Alans) and then spend time with them afterwards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggTOfI_7AmCRN7Rh1YdRyVMCwKVOclIZL6n_VsFeL-ZXJiRSdEjrJv8VPCAxN3fJG7_FBg9YQYvuNTVW-DeDEh9fZXJc67TlLQ3HJwt5rUkpaABHAcpZDMHY_O9GalZzNt_TjasuONZqnaajJS5ymuP0QNm3uh00Phi3u_BW_jKyMZaiXoUibuw9mYQQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggTOfI_7AmCRN7Rh1YdRyVMCwKVOclIZL6n_VsFeL-ZXJiRSdEjrJv8VPCAxN3fJG7_FBg9YQYvuNTVW-DeDEh9fZXJc67TlLQ3HJwt5rUkpaABHAcpZDMHY_O9GalZzNt_TjasuONZqnaajJS5ymuP0QNm3uh00Phi3u_BW_jKyMZaiXoUibuw9mYQQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's more to the event<b style="font-style: italic;">full </b>but I think I'll save that for the next post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The promise of Deuteronomy 33:25 proved true again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"><b>As your&nbsp;<i>days</i>&nbsp;— so shall your&nbsp;<i>strength&nbsp;</i>be!</b></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">" Deuteronomy 33:25</span></div><p></p><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/SlAwNRFI1oM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Autumn Fun https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/autumn-fun.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d4fbaa8d-7bd7-de8b-6afc-abe9c5178d58 Wed, 29 Sep 2021 16:42:38 -0400 <p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We are enjoying the beauty and bounty of Autumn.&nbsp;</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6tt-TthqC2SynLJi_kS0c1_INm6XisQxaWoLKEsTyqJKZylrQXKsvVAsJPIRJuoP4Dqh6hyApvRrqCMydsgmomnZ5fRxdSBpHBZXTBIR3Yx72CffhCwM03LJzHB0UmQInSAHtTDhBj4RHosqDyp36XznG5rcJdv1eEthfyCRsyn74AZ3iLUhx_zqpGQ=s1080" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6tt-TthqC2SynLJi_kS0c1_INm6XisQxaWoLKEsTyqJKZylrQXKsvVAsJPIRJuoP4Dqh6hyApvRrqCMydsgmomnZ5fRxdSBpHBZXTBIR3Yx72CffhCwM03LJzHB0UmQInSAHtTDhBj4RHosqDyp36XznG5rcJdv1eEthfyCRsyn74AZ3iLUhx_zqpGQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Tennessee Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No photos to show for Monday, nor much productivity to speak up. I was so absorbed in a John Grisham audiobook,&nbsp; <i>A Time For Mercy</i>, that little else blogworthy was accomplished.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, at a board meeting that evening, I was invited to pick apples at a friend's place on our road.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Jane and I decided to go there on our walk and relieve the apple tree of some of its heavy burden. Ever since, I have been trying out different apple recipes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitUl_31uV1roGxlzn82neyoarTanXe7nEkdAEYRrLM8OJU7eYdH4J2dpql1uOZWogt4NNlLKSpKD500pDbLduDXzWdIymerJELhAIof-rAaVOuajcleCufd48KejWOxgWEt7E12fbwBgY7iudOOzPOG1mOdJwnWILKmxvx4vE7RRW35ux6SGzFj04W6w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitUl_31uV1roGxlzn82neyoarTanXe7nEkdAEYRrLM8OJU7eYdH4J2dpql1uOZWogt4NNlLKSpKD500pDbLduDXzWdIymerJELhAIof-rAaVOuajcleCufd48KejWOxgWEt7E12fbwBgY7iudOOzPOG1mOdJwnWILKmxvx4vE7RRW35ux6SGzFj04W6w=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla, who works at the local public library, started a weekly Wiggles and Giggles class for little ones from 1 to 5 years old. I happened to be nearby so caught a glimpse of the fun activities she has them do. I could've benefited from joining in, but was a little embarrassed to do so at my age.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FHLQzIVQiVrZe2v8Rt2_klkHilLRs7CCt09jUJ_f6L8O9Xfc5eCI-MDbX4GCG5at6MeCPxZQVXRsYGdbWHXG0G1djTXHBYJT5hZiGeN5DJ7yTuWAgLCeZjxTEnhcbMb1e8vruYQNPz5zjeSGfnjP-RpY6lKlgO6rG1avg6PYJrpi7pn3PjXiOW4aIw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="2048" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FHLQzIVQiVrZe2v8Rt2_klkHilLRs7CCt09jUJ_f6L8O9Xfc5eCI-MDbX4GCG5at6MeCPxZQVXRsYGdbWHXG0G1djTXHBYJT5hZiGeN5DJ7yTuWAgLCeZjxTEnhcbMb1e8vruYQNPz5zjeSGfnjP-RpY6lKlgO6rG1avg6PYJrpi7pn3PjXiOW4aIw=w640-h357" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael continued work on heating installations of Stephan's new house for most of the week. But Friday we took off on an overnight backpacking trip with friends from long ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We took the Salamonie Bloodroot Trail. The weather was perfect. The exquisite beauty of paths lined with goldenrod and other autumn blooms blessed my soul.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkdxgnwJ5wtvkBUugD-HAf6TbKEQhPid9sB2KLn0MQIH4OPbBZP3qVnxld2mjh7qlVfj6u0ZfUP7Qgu-AYT-8HTBEv0dfAYKKwNoDnku_QSZ6Rq64tgm62BfLDfdchhWfiqWUA6Gxe7SzhSLsdHmjsZBMa1RnqsrQvY1YJmEEeebWv31sFtR5IdkmQ3g=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1833" data-original-width="2048" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkdxgnwJ5wtvkBUugD-HAf6TbKEQhPid9sB2KLn0MQIH4OPbBZP3qVnxld2mjh7qlVfj6u0ZfUP7Qgu-AYT-8HTBEv0dfAYKKwNoDnku_QSZ6Rq64tgm62BfLDfdchhWfiqWUA6Gxe7SzhSLsdHmjsZBMa1RnqsrQvY1YJmEEeebWv31sFtR5IdkmQ3g=w640-h572" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRAMZFzuZAta2k1tqhY-2FOyNXDen7DXOgHLG5yodfFtikkY1cnjptapujlpLjuhKvJSSzSWSI6nkEI0jd2I0Mc5dpLvwTgmrPTMCSWRUUEbLN3tbPmvronv1Sn-lcghMJ30ScGjAXfR8Dvv4zOJwCxPis_hu4_stpH7cHpxOrM-RDlJHY6-Ysg259Tg=s2654" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1185" data-original-width="2654" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRAMZFzuZAta2k1tqhY-2FOyNXDen7DXOgHLG5yodfFtikkY1cnjptapujlpLjuhKvJSSzSWSI6nkEI0jd2I0Mc5dpLvwTgmrPTMCSWRUUEbLN3tbPmvronv1Sn-lcghMJ30ScGjAXfR8Dvv4zOJwCxPis_hu4_stpH7cHpxOrM-RDlJHY6-Ysg259Tg=w640-h286" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Resting and settling in at #2 primtive campsite with Bill and Jane Hemmick.<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGvnopKEgoqjXwUPx3jtP5bsuaJW8o0oV87JxOH2-mVpxqZmDaKXfjHU4kGEbAUjCn0WNoUMMFdzmyhEaHRqr2Q-Okw04P61tsXcTqJm9ZYPpSzomKeGwxy1-gGeFA5xrSt0ueKG5NDMIie38Dr1di3hHJa_8tMYkyFRkmM51kMsnHJVkl3gFyTqtqg=s2463" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2463" data-original-width="955" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGvnopKEgoqjXwUPx3jtP5bsuaJW8o0oV87JxOH2-mVpxqZmDaKXfjHU4kGEbAUjCn0WNoUMMFdzmyhEaHRqr2Q-Okw04P61tsXcTqJm9ZYPpSzomKeGwxy1-gGeFA5xrSt0ueKG5NDMIie38Dr1di3hHJa_8tMYkyFRkmM51kMsnHJVkl3gFyTqtqg=w248-h640" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We ate, hiked another two miles without backpacks to explore the area, built a fire, played games, watched the moon come up, and talked non-stop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI1DKUVU-t0GGE7c8XJEeIITJ0coMzXjFBkFbcSjYCOscfkxpIkuEa7rqhINOvJh4zlKJ0H8THvhHeKkuOqtSbPv_CrPK9RQ4Ay783LedBOvnz2HEDN5nAZEqAhrqXhCoLROt1yS6JKWC0YmE63DgnijaPOR9G51ICi_MxCaJEuLfu7A8WesLNWj6Hgg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="2048" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI1DKUVU-t0GGE7c8XJEeIITJ0coMzXjFBkFbcSjYCOscfkxpIkuEa7rqhINOvJh4zlKJ0H8THvhHeKkuOqtSbPv_CrPK9RQ4Ay783LedBOvnz2HEDN5nAZEqAhrqXhCoLROt1yS6JKWC0YmE63DgnijaPOR9G51ICi_MxCaJEuLfu7A8WesLNWj6Hgg=w640-h464" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On our way back out the next day we tried a couple different paths, and encountered some formidable obstacles. This huge vine-covered tree must have fallen not long before.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOwFWfFvk0zXeAt6SL3sA-HdHkjK_l48yaXfWsxc09Gek_qL5fOK4GyAUR87oozNwtjqxcCdpsOMTPKiDARUrf-AIlfcLKIr4Eh0iWWUJxM8PZUec3s_c8QfVx01HQC67_FG5ETRxaT4BPJx_NLc5dZ3GEAukRuyJz1NsN2ppC5-lCKr3GYxhLpympyg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1814" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOwFWfFvk0zXeAt6SL3sA-HdHkjK_l48yaXfWsxc09Gek_qL5fOK4GyAUR87oozNwtjqxcCdpsOMTPKiDARUrf-AIlfcLKIr4Eh0iWWUJxM8PZUec3s_c8QfVx01HQC67_FG5ETRxaT4BPJx_NLc5dZ3GEAukRuyJz1NsN2ppC5-lCKr3GYxhLpympyg=w566-h640" width="566" /></a></div>Some people look like movie stars even the second day. I, on the other hand, was hesitant to walk into a restaurant on our way back to civilization.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyh6szx-fvLqoQpilr2Wjx3OwB5Kh80ZBFiOT428s0gEAsmaSefM05XiSg6VQi8oPIjMdfzqsGGkIHeUz562y33V1Uk-accZgW40NDi-t6YSkHWhxzdGgTOKHq3dMKkkym9e1QuTDlPnaF8VWuHxb6sZUZ82piwV7J3mftZ2k1A6W3w8XylLiW-kYZw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1487" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyh6szx-fvLqoQpilr2Wjx3OwB5Kh80ZBFiOT428s0gEAsmaSefM05XiSg6VQi8oPIjMdfzqsGGkIHeUz562y33V1Uk-accZgW40NDi-t6YSkHWhxzdGgTOKHq3dMKkkym9e1QuTDlPnaF8VWuHxb6sZUZ82piwV7J3mftZ2k1A6W3w8XylLiW-kYZw=w400-h290" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger and tiredness prevailed, however, and we went to Nick's Kitchen (on the right) in Huntington.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiX0e3WZCkSH8EIA_oYTT1nPnwBoQjZgxnDEoSZKC_0FQQR9muZ6l7xYJdxKTRbKaNLwJ793IYcUhcxwrgcRK-RQu7Lork0eUj_Go5hH61FzWD25tNzkbgrMDgUjaQaESIsb06GL2Bf3dm4aXXdlhCpqYl5Zy-402SYHP92Tgka9TPrcBfZl4_ZzDiGA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiX0e3WZCkSH8EIA_oYTT1nPnwBoQjZgxnDEoSZKC_0FQQR9muZ6l7xYJdxKTRbKaNLwJ793IYcUhcxwrgcRK-RQu7Lork0eUj_Go5hH61FzWD25tNzkbgrMDgUjaQaESIsb06GL2Bf3dm4aXXdlhCpqYl5Zy-402SYHP92Tgka9TPrcBfZl4_ZzDiGA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was reminded that my father pastored a church in this town some 78 years ago while a student at Grace Seminary. Hmmm. . . wish I could learn more about that time and place. I do remember Mother saying that a table and chairs we inherited from them were given to them by my Hirschy grandparents while they lived in Huntington.<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Dq6wlLHKplg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: How to Create Style Tags https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/09/24/lets-get-tech-y-how-to-create-style-tags/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:807e9d07-81fe-8709-ff43-373361469376 Fri, 24 Sep 2021 19:46:40 -0400 Hey you guys! I did a thing! I created a YouTube video on my very own YouTube channel that now has exactly ONE video! It&#8217;s taken a while, but YES, YouTube! In many of my previous tech-y posts, I&#8217;ve talked about how to work in Microsoft Word in order to prepare a manuscript to the [&#8230;] Last week of summer. https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/last-week-of-summer.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:eddef043-ace6-4ee7-77b5-a7f192cf47a0 Wed, 22 Sep 2021 15:34:21 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These beautiful blooms planted in July were nearly buried in weeds.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC-fJLYfzw/YUoE9DTOEFI/AAAAAAAAb_c/1ZR_iJEtGDYUJ-9kRARAlvTnNdYgNZnuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241475703_10101265445430626_6279590453078453842_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC-fJLYfzw/YUoE9DTOEFI/AAAAAAAAb_c/1ZR_iJEtGDYUJ-9kRARAlvTnNdYgNZnuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241475703_10101265445430626_6279590453078453842_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The lovely Blakely girls, our favorite landscaping crew, weeded and mulched the flower garden by Leah's house last week. Just received pics this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SED7pSRAZx8/YUpIucxUWYI/AAAAAAAAb_o/f11S7cIOafY_fLi0SdY5t_7J1lmRJ9izwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1421/flower%2Bgarden%2Bmulched.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1421" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SED7pSRAZx8/YUpIucxUWYI/AAAAAAAAb_o/f11S7cIOafY_fLi0SdY5t_7J1lmRJ9izwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h338/flower%2Bgarden%2Bmulched.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I finally picked up last week's paper that had my article.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE5ow849Pj0/YUpJLowChPI/AAAAAAAAb_4/oTGOUk0MkuQNEYgB6OVPYRUJl8UVSlFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s916/242621986_10101269618088586_415548722423228677_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE5ow849Pj0/YUpJLowChPI/AAAAAAAAb_4/oTGOUk0MkuQNEYgB6OVPYRUJl8UVSlFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w336-h640/242621986_10101269618088586_415548722423228677_n.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X_Hhr_sm9zU/YUp5rLm1BNI/AAAAAAAAcA4/hgw04h5HKQ4I2RAwqdhW8IzBr2uSn2GZACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Jane and I enjoyed our Tuesday morning walk. We explored areas of the Taylor U campus that we had not seen before.<br /><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X_Hhr_sm9zU/YUp5rLm1BNI/AAAAAAAAcA4/hgw04h5HKQ4I2RAwqdhW8IzBr2uSn2GZACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WSWCExJUB60/YUp5zcOcSyI/AAAAAAAAcA8/uMdrBn2oRHAGLR46qvdJxNN4xljeSf31ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WSWCExJUB60/YUp5zcOcSyI/AAAAAAAAcA8/uMdrBn2oRHAGLR46qvdJxNN4xljeSf31ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael put in long hours at Stephan's every day, and stops at Menard's once or twice a day for more parts.&nbsp; He is working on the radiant heat control panel at this time. Father and son are focused on the inner workings of the house (heating and plumbing), not pretty or showy, but oh so important!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For more about the ongoing progress on the house, see Karen's weekly <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog</a> updates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udeNJhbzKk8/YUtEAYObhfI/AAAAAAAAcBI/gifS-K35x5Eunku7K1DoCkmm1M0wAs6BQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udeNJhbzKk8/YUtEAYObhfI/AAAAAAAAcBI/gifS-K35x5Eunku7K1DoCkmm1M0wAs6BQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/dsc01780.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My work is to write. In March I began posting two chapters each month--the 1st and 15th are my self-imposed deadlines. Wednesday was the scheduled publication of&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/births-and-beginnings.html">chapter 14</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The task has become more demanding as I ran out of pre-written chapters, and now my primary source, my parents' letters, has dried up.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to give time each day to the process of furthering the story of my early childhood in Argentina.&nbsp;</div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Determine scope, content and theme of the chapter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. Research the sources, historical context, relevant photos and theme-appropriate Scripture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Compose the narrative, edit and revise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Schedule to publish on <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Send English version to friend in Argentina for translation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. Edit, discuss and come to an agreement on any changes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Post and schedule publication on <a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/">Mi Argentina querida</a>.</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, at the beginning of the week I was working on steps 6 &amp; 7 for chapter 14. And then began immediately on chapter 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later in the day come the chores--cooking, cleaning, etc. In the evenings when we finally are together, we sit in our favorite recliners, watch Jeopardy and some other show. That's when I knit a few more rows of whatever project is on hand. Eventually, stitch by stitch, there is a finished product. I truly enjoy making something useful out of scraps. This came from a massive pile of tangled yarn I found at the Helping Hand store. Not sure where it will go now. Perhaps to a program that helps out children in foster care.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e23yUr7FNTA/YUpJWTqa3zI/AAAAAAAAb_8/uXIvGpnb5WowoIlZcGdOIHOzR_ii3VTZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/242673848_10101269618108546_1410077559245972826_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="960" height="235" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e23yUr7FNTA/YUpJWTqa3zI/AAAAAAAAb_8/uXIvGpnb5WowoIlZcGdOIHOzR_ii3VTZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242673848_10101269618108546_1410077559245972826_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see what's wrong with this outfit?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday was Kristie's birthday. A couple days later we were privileged to visit them in their new house and see two of Sam's pendulum paintings. Wow! He is quite the artist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPQScBoy5fw/YUpKzho0njI/AAAAAAAAcAM/ol-UL3R-NCc_selCsiTvB450IwybFTItgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1539/BD%2Bart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1539" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPQScBoy5fw/YUpKzho0njI/AAAAAAAAcAM/ol-UL3R-NCc_selCsiTvB450IwybFTItgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/BD%2Bart.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was an adventure-filled day. Michael was going to go bicycling alone. I suggested we go hiking together. I was thinking of the cross-country trail. In an effort to make the adventure comparable to his usual 80 to 100 mile bike rides, he planned a route through our woods, across the road to another woods, to the cross-country trail, then the road to another trail and walk home. I asked how long that would take. What he hadn't counted on was that over the summer the paths he knew were all overgrown. He was leading me into the jungle! When we came out on the first road, we just walked home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTUJWTN7j4/YUpLCmXZlTI/AAAAAAAAcAU/OYeCaBYMZuQT_1AqvnNWtt39zXIZidVaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1421/jungle%2Bhike.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1421" height="541" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTUJWTN7j4/YUpLCmXZlTI/AAAAAAAAcAU/OYeCaBYMZuQT_1AqvnNWtt39zXIZidVaACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h541/jungle%2Bhike.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Early afternoon, we had some delightful little visitors. Kalani is fascinated by the wooden duck decoys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9NbKjG3J_M/YUpLcxBosrI/AAAAAAAAcAk/sLzFpCgMRNoETp1Qlr2Xk_Z4iQoUKi4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1581/gt%2Bgrands.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1581" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9NbKjG3J_M/YUpLcxBosrI/AAAAAAAAcAk/sLzFpCgMRNoETp1Qlr2Xk_Z4iQoUKi4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/gt%2Bgrands.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Three grandboys arrived soon after to spend the night. We enjoyed an afternoon of games and fun.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>They stayed back that evening when we went the wedding of Stephan and Karen's neighbor, Jasmine. For years now she has been a regular at Monday Night Dinner, so we've all become good friends.</div><div>The ceremony took place in the front field of Stephan's property.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdeX0__h6go/YUpLXGR4StI/AAAAAAAAcAg/2F8qJX9sk14yLBJZcc_IFHaOVF5v5ATNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1680/Jas%2Bn%2BChris.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1680" height="458" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdeX0__h6go/YUpLXGR4StI/AAAAAAAAcAg/2F8qJX9sk14yLBJZcc_IFHaOVF5v5ATNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h458/Jas%2Bn%2BChris.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wedding arch; the couple; Boomer, the ring-bearing dog&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We sat next to this lovely lady with the golden hair. The sun shone so bright. Karen's hair glistened like gold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ComzIqCEFB4/YUpLow2RpII/AAAAAAAAcAs/yQkeP5HDp84dUCZzl4EQs8TQvfexAuNPACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/242529526_10101269618881996_433738442654460284_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ComzIqCEFB4/YUpLow2RpII/AAAAAAAAcAs/yQkeP5HDp84dUCZzl4EQs8TQvfexAuNPACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242529526_10101269618881996_433738442654460284_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a fun evening. And when we got home, the boys were still alive and awake. Elijah had prepared a tasty egg dish.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon, we took the boys home and toured the new house. It was wonderful to spend the afternoon catching up with one another.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrWRkF2IsoY/YUt2lTkHsvI/AAAAAAAAcBQ/OuvVMBooRw0iCmOX0pQK0dvvvDf6Z09TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s587/Sam%2Bhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="587" height="335" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrWRkF2IsoY/YUt2lTkHsvI/AAAAAAAAcBQ/OuvVMBooRw0iCmOX0pQK0dvvvDf6Z09TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h335/Sam%2Bhouse.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The boys brought out the new musical instrument in the family, Zion's trombone. My Dad would've loved this scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb3fazaQUEU/YUt-X-naw2I/AAAAAAAAcBY/_qWhlcMH27o4xzZB2fkOwWVJnkUnk4lUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1900/trombone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1900" data-original-width="1581" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb3fazaQUEU/YUt-X-naw2I/AAAAAAAAcBY/_qWhlcMH27o4xzZB2fkOwWVJnkUnk4lUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w333-h400/trombone.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/jjaEDdWC17g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> To Write a Wrong Review https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/09/15/to-write-a-wrong-review/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:1719cbc7-08d6-e8f3-dac0-d45213302e00 Wed, 15 Sep 2021 18:35:12 -0400 A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer&#8217;s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting. After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2021/09/15/to-write-a-wrong-review/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">To Write a Wrong&#160;Review</span></a> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><img data-attachment-id="1512" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/51ejujezoal-_sy346_-1/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg" data-orig-size="224,346" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="51ejujezoal._sy346_-1" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=194" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=224" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=224" alt="" class="wp-image-1512" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg 224w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/51ejujezoal._sy346_-1.jpg?w=97 97w" sizes="(max-width: 224px) 100vw, 224px" /></figure></div> <p>A few years ago I was at my first American Christian Fiction Writer&#8217;s conference. I had traveled with a friend and arrived early as she was attending the early bird meeting. </p> <p>After offering to help with registration, I began to walk around and try to look like I belonged. Too early to check in to the hotel, I feigned interest in the art on the walls and strolled casually in a circle. </p> <p>And so I might have done for hours. Except Jen saw me. She introduced herself and invited me for coffee. She chatted about writing, asked me about my story, and banished the lost lamb feelings. </p> <p>So while I do love her books, I also count Jen as a friend.</p> <p>Here is my review of her latest book: </p> <p>Ever since I was introduced to Daphne in <em>To Steal a Heart</em>, I have been excited to read her story. I was not disappointed.</p> <p>As someone who has also experienced writer’s block, I could identify with Daphne from the very first page. Soon, a kleptomaniac parrot and a pirate dog joined the cast and hurled me into a story that was by turns hilarious, madcap, poignant, and mysterious.</p> <p>I was excited to see the return of many characters from the first novel. From a love-struck poodle (in the midst of an epic romance with the pirate dog) to the enigmatic heroine&#8217;s friend who is never seen without her widow&#8217;s weeds and veils, the supporting characters were each unique and entertaining.</p> <p>Although funny, the novel touches on some serious topics and features a heroine trying to find her courage. Themes of unanswered prayers are examined. I also really appreciated that Daphne was a strong female character who used her intelligence and creativity to solve the mystery.</p> <p>I highly recommend this book, and I can’t wait to read Eunice’s story. Seriously, why is she hiding behind those veils?</p> <p>I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.</p> <p>I hope you enjoy the book as much as I did.</p> Festivals https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/festivals.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ded9d02c-260c-906f-f2b7-b44989462aec Tue, 14 Sep 2021 20:32:22 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Beauty is all around, changing with the seasons. Here again, a delightful bouquet from Tennessee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weekend was all about the Upland festival--yard sales, food vendors, Saturday rib fest, Sunday chicken noodle dinner, ice cream socials, fire works, a 5k race, and culminating with the Labor Day&nbsp;parade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I debated long, should I participate in the 5k this year or is it time to give it up. Michael's example of bicycling 80 - 100 miles per week, encouraged me to keep on keeping on as long as physically possible. So, Monday morning I set out early for the annual race. The sunrise was beautiful and the weather perfect.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alternating between a run and a walk, I managed to finish in 46'09" and earned a third place medal. However, it was not quite fair in that everyone else was competing with their five-year age range, and I was up against those thirteen years younger in the 65 and above category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nevertheless, to of push one's self, put one foot in front of the other and hang in there to the end, is a worthwhile experience to empathize with those who go through difficult life circumstances every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thinking especially of our daughter, who couldn't be there to watch the parade with us like every other year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1348" data-original-width="2048" height="264" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h264/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite parade entry was that of our church, led by a couple of our pastors. I especially liked the theme: "God is wild about you." One of the hardest concepts to grasp and appropriate is how much God loves us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1644/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1644" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h468/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Michael and I walked the trail and were greeted by this beautiful lighted path. I was reminded of a phrase I often hear on the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/">Daily Audio Bible</a> podcast when Brian Hardin welcomes a brand new <i>sparkly, shiny</i>&nbsp;day or week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays, whenever my friend Petey is in town, we meet for coffee and delightful conversation.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h150/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>That was the day Michael fell off a small ladder, flat on his back and hit his head, but thankfully had no broken bones nor a concussion. He continues to work almost daily at Stephan's, almost done with the electrical and now mostly on the heating system. The job also requires multiple trips to Menards where he's become a favored customer!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Matthew's Covered Bridge festival September 10-12, was a good time to promote the robotics club, a few parents, students and mentors took turns there selling some items, showing off one of the robots, and talking to passersby about the program.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile on the mural side of the building there was a tent set up to meet the artists and accept donations to cover the remaining expenses incurred.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abby Braswell, the artist and designer</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/s920/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/w250-h320/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sign explaining the mural</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/s1936/Mural.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="1936" height="78" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h78/Mural.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1912/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="1912" height="82" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h82/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few pieces of Abby's ceramic art were also displayed there in the tent. These were unique pieces she made for a couple of college courses incorporating Greek mythology and pottery styles of the day. Can you guess which zodiac sign each represents?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="2048" height="139" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h139/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, 911, yet another festival! I took Diane to Swayzee Days for her 68th birthday. My new friend, <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/?fbclid=IwAR0kgFTrYKc5qLeEeXw2o9Sb2mBIaJpspRiDfAQtuotssF7Dn85HKFzSt-0">Kate Carpenter</a>--folksinger, songwriter, storyteller--had three gigs scheduled throughout the day. We got to participate in her lively interactive 2:00 o'clock session with these kids pictured here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening Michael took me to the Covered Bridge Festival. We met a lot a friends and acquaintances amidst the crowds, and had fun visiting with vendors, viewed very much merchandise we could live without.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only one photo: a sample of pour art, which a good friend had tried to teach me.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1926/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="1926" height="81" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael got his 100 miles in for the week! The group had an early morning start on the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.visitwabashcounty.com/dam-to-dam/">Dam to&nbsp;Dam</a>&nbsp;event.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s800/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you enjoy any small-town festivals this summer?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8rKv-FkF0B0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Visits and visitors https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/visits-and-visitors.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bc329c47-3473-b6c6-96ef-2202bbe0483c Wed, 08 Sep 2021 10:52:54 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's end-of-August bouquet includes her last gladioli standing proudly for all to enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As August was coming to an end, we noticed weather changes, relief from stifling heat. But, I don't know if I'm ready for summer to end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twice at church, and again during Monday Night Dinner, we enjoyed many stories of God at work in Honduras. Wes and Cindy Williamson lived and worked there for many years. Their four children grew up in Honduras, and are now finding their place as adults in the US.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Interestingly, when Wes was a 17-year-old freshman at Taylor University, he worked with the church youth group and was one of Stephan's leaders. That's where he met the girls' leader, Cindy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="2048" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was the eagerly awaited overnight visit from Kendra, passing through on her long trip to California to participate in Taylor University's Los Angeles Internship Program for outstanding film and media students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah, who works from 6 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., was able to join us for dinner.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both seen here with strawberry pie instead of our customary shortcake dessert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1677" data-original-width="2048" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h262/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, bright and early, we said goodbye to Kendra for her days-long trek across the US, Road Atlas in hand. Later that day, a good friend joined her for the rest of the road trip.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1557" height="257" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h257/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday afternoon we visited Moriah's new living situation, a lovely apartment in Indianapolis. And, of course, had a Splendorous evening. But left before her early bedtime.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1534/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1377" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/w359-h400/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She showed off the features of her new furniture, but actually does sleep in her bed at night!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to hear about the life of an engineer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The week was very full. These are only the highlights.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael goes to Stephan and Karen's almost daily, plodding along with all the intricacies of the electrical installation for the new house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a Spanish homonym question: How many wires are in the circuit breaker box, <i>cincuenta </i>or <i>sin cuenta</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s751/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="366" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w156-h320/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The circuit breaker box</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Karen had this lovely photo in her <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog </a>of one of the first results of Michael's diligent work--light!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01754.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/dsc01754.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kalani, an early Saturday morning visitor, was fascinated by these ducks different from the ones he feeds at the Gas City park. The family came to pick up the four-wheeler for the Labor Day weekend festivities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1657" data-original-width="2048" height="259" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shortly after, I left to volunteer at the Helping Hand store with these two ladies. I soon discovered that Ethel, on the right, was Malachi's babysitter, oh so many years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, after another very full day, we attended a marriage celebration reception for this lovely couple who wed earlier this summer. Christian and his siblings were on the robotics team for a while. Emilee has had a very adventurous life and has been to other countries, including four months or so in Cambodia. They are now working in Bozeman, Montana.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1409" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/w220-h320/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are very privileged and honored&nbsp;at our age&nbsp;to enjoy relationships with the younger generation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/08/vacation.html">Vacation</a>, the chapter published this week, led me to think about the theology of rest. We have not had an official getaway this summer, but we do find moments of renewal in the midst of busyness, and are especially grateful for the health we enjoy.&nbsp;</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_84ihEgSDHM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 35 Highlights https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/09/week-35-highlights.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:bef7d1c3-2720-9a37-dd45-87f732712c92 Wed, 01 Sep 2021 17:49:04 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, August 22, another Tennessee bouquet to brighten this post. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was also a very special day for my brother Aldo and his wife Alice--their 50th wedding anniversary!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We couldn't be with them in Denver, CO, so I was very happy to see this photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s725/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="719" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Asha and Joanna, both juniors, had already moved into their dorm and were preparing to welcome new&nbsp; students during International Orientation. Sunday evening they came back for a special meal and brought another friend from India, Sumana. Moriah came to visit as well. Later that night we welcomed our fourth Indian guest, Amy.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1376" data-original-width="2048" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h269/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asha and Enoch Eicher, Moriah, Mike, Joanna V. and Sumana</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Joanna came back to spend the night and welcome her sister Amy into this new world of college, Taylor University and America!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1653" data-original-width="2048" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy and Joanna Vasudevan</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amy and Enoch could not move to campus until Tuesday, so they went with us to Monday Night Dinner.&nbsp;</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/s1204/MND%2Bswim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="551" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/w292-h640/MND%2Bswim.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone is swimming. Oh, it's Enoch!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday noon, our last two Indian visitors were welcomed on campus by their older siblings, official&nbsp;<b>IO</b> (International Orientation) greeters. We haven't heard from them since.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s616/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w290-h400/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy, Enoch, Asha, Joanna</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday we were invited to meet up with OM friends from eons ago in Berne. As always, so much reminiscing and catching up, so many stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike, Rita, Vreni and David Greenlee</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apart from these highlights, our life routines continue--Michael works most days on the electrical installations at Stephan's new house and I on my priorities: WWW (writing, walking and the Word).&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been using an app called Seek to identify various plants on my walks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/s456/seek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/w393-h400/seek.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to get away Saturday evening and watch&nbsp; Elijah (#42) on Greenfield Central's soccer team, beat Yorktown 4-0. However, the sun was very intense!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had spent much of the day restoring our guest spaces, readying for another visitor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In Enoch's room I found he'd protected the clay sculpture, I smiled.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1475" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div><br /></div>But am sorry to hear of the virus still affecting people here and there. Our youngest grandson had a fever today and tested positive.<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/PRLD_MIGNlc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Ordering Your Front Matter https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/08/31/lets-get-tech-y-ordering-your-front-matter/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:22a303fb-8008-51a7-a6c2-f1c09cbdc678 Tue, 31 Aug 2021 15:14:37 -0400 After you’ve created your title page, copyright page, and table of contents (as explained in the linked previous blog posts), you may have other pieces that you will need or want to include in the front matter. Here is Chicago Manual of Style’s order of front matter. Title page (must have) Copyright page (must have) [&#8230;] Visitors and Visits https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/visitors-and-visits.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:525a45c4-d373-94cb-1618-88db940b5d18 Tue, 24 Aug 2021 16:29:02 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our most constant and numerous visitors are the hummingbirds. Michael fills their sugar water feeder daily! It is very difficult to photograph the half a dozen or so flitting about at one time. Perhaps you can see a couple in this pic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, somewhat tired, we decided to take one of our gift cards and eat out. We enjoyed the nearby Brittish cuisine at Payne's Restaurant. The more recent Garfield statue there reminded me of the years when Elijah and I followed the Grant County Garfield tour on his January birthday trip.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="1200" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid afternoon, Stephan called and invited us to join them at Ivanhoe's. We never pass up an opportunity to be with our kids!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s904/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nor can we pass up Ivanhoe's strawberry shortcake!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The funny thing was that we were scheduled to meet with our home group for ice cream that evening at the newly remodeled Cammack Station! We definitely exceeded our calorie intake that day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between these outings we were still preparing to welcome guests. The "Ship Room" was rather empty after Moriah moved out so Michael purchased a couple pieces of furniture and spent hours assembling them.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/ship%2Broom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/ship%2Broom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three arrived Monday mid afternoon. A kind friend of the Eichers drove them all the way from Chicago and then immediately turned around and headed back home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joanna Vasudevan, Enoch and Asha Eicher</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Eicher siblings are Andi Eicher's children and grandchildren of our dear friends, Ray and Christa, and now fourth generation Taylor alums. Asha and her friend Joanna are returning juniors. It is Enoch's first year and first time in America.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They caught on rather quickly to Splendor, our favorite game, and it became a nightly ritual with Enoch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The girls could move into their dorm earlier because of roles and responsibilities on campus. They were happy to have Enoch along to haul their luggage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enoch offered to cook for us. He came prepared with all the necessary Indian spices. So we were introduced to <i>pav bhaji,</i>&nbsp;a spicy vegetable mash that you scoop up with rolls fried in butter.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1029/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="1029" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday we were invited to dinner with the Pawley family. They are on furlough from Cambodia. The two older boys are entering Taylor University, their dad Eric's alma mater. Joe, the oldest has been on the robotics team. MeeSun prepared food from her homeland, Korea. They will be leaving two sons behind, and Tom the youngest will be on his own. Who do you think is feeling the separation the most?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening was the popular House Hunters, a very well organized event where the women of the church travel in groups to homes on their assigned route and have a contest to see and find out certain things at each place.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The house that stood out for me was where Argentine artifacts were displayed on the walls: a cow hide mate surrounded by pictures of gauchos and a <i>boleadora, </i>a type of throwing weapon used to entangle the legs of cattle or game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1417/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1417" height="181" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h181/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="643" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Boleadora</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Felix Aguilar VI, the homeowner, comes from a long line of important Argentines. His great great great grandfathers' portrait hangs over the mantel. Two framed documents from 1954 certify that the then president, Juan Domingo Perón, assigned him as Argentine consul in Chicago with jurisdiction over twelve mid western states, and that President Dwight D. Eisenhower recognized him as such.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/s644/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="402" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h640/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I introduced Enoch to two special places. At the Helping Hand store he purchased a couple good jackets for colder weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And at Ivanhoe's he had a sandwich and a sundae, and the obligatory photo by Garfield.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s672/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="672" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those are the highlights of our week, but not the end of visits and visitors. Come back next week for more.</div><br />&nbsp;<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ITXhWCWD2L4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Transitions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/transitions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ba7feff0-86a0-fc2a-a3cb-5c324adf0eb2 Tue, 17 Aug 2021 13:35:39 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week I was made aware of a these lovely pink lilies popping up everywhere, <i>Lycoris squamigera, </i>rightfully referred to as Surprise Lily or Resurrection Lily, also naked ladies ;-).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All of our family young ones are in school now. Sam and Kristie's boys in Greenfield system, where she works as an ABA (Applied Behavior Analyst), began in July. Karen started a new teaching job, 8th grade English in Alexandria, on&nbsp;&nbsp;August 4, one day before her birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=s1226" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1226" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=w400-h359" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">July 29:&nbsp;</span>Elijah (11), Zion (6), Jude (3)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca enjoys riding the school bus this year.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1098/First%2BDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="949" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/First%2BDay.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August 10: Rebecca (2)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A good article appeared in the Chronicle Tribune a couple days later. Surprise, Rebecca on the front page!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/safe_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h209/safe_image.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.chronicle-tribune.com/news/students-staff-smiles-return-to-eastbrook/article_e7bf3176-915a-56fa-8a44-d52e4608cf7f.html?fbclid=IwAR3g3vVFisaBYbzZ67vxTRrot7HJrPLspliuD0x91jtV2GO0Z8JTYAL55kQ">Students, staff, smiles return to Eastbrook</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She also started ballet lessons. Piano has not begun just yet because her teacher just had a baby!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday we did meet little Reuben and deliver a meal and gift.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday was Moriah's final move, the last items out of her room here and all into her own apartment in Indianapolis. Her job at Allison Transmissions begins Monday the 16th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday I took Leah for her long delayed hernia surgery. And, surprise!, the surgeon found a second hidden one nearby. The double repair was successful, no mesh needed. Leah is glad to have that over, but she's dealing with the pain now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="499" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w208-h400/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, the 14th, was Rebecca's 7th birthday. Matt and Kayla are wonderful party hosts. The occasion has become an annual ALL family gathering with cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, several great grandmas, even one 91 year-old great great grandparent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="960" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As life moves on from one season to another, through many transitions and changes, both good and bad, joyful and painful, I am reminded that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever! (Heb. 13:8)</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lBPIvLudpRo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Friends, highlights of Week #32 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/friends-highlights-of-week-32.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:76248a32-f988-ec2b-ce3d-8226c09b8aeb Wed, 11 Aug 2021 13:19:04 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says her flowers are not as plentiful anymore. I appreciate each bouquet. I think they make great blog post&nbsp; openers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>A humorous God-appointment happened Sunday. We had wanted to get together with a couple who had last invited us over for food and games. I suggested to Michael that Sundays after church were easier to schedule than to try to find an open evening throughout the week. And we certainly had an abundance of food, Michael's specials--bread, gazpacho, ice cream and my zucchini brownies.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>So, he looked up the name of the friend to text. It wasn't till someone else responded with, "Sorry, we are on our way back from Colorado," that he realized he'd sent the invite to a group, his hiking buddies! We had no idea how large the party would become. However, it was perfect, a fun time with friends.</span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>Monday, we met with more friends, old friends (well, about our age) from long ago. In fact, Fred was the best man at our wedding.<br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s949/con%2BPerrys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="949" height="234" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h234/con%2BPerrys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of coming to Upland, they met us at Stephan's place where Mike was working so they could see the progress on the house. When I took Karen for a tour of the whole property, we admired Stephan's storybook bench.&nbsp;</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, I took sis-in-law Diane for a little outing to a nearby coffee shop. The art displayed is quite unique.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/the%2Bbranch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="859" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/the%2Bbranch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Michael went camping with his hiking buddies to Shades State Park, a beautiful restful time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/hike%2Bshades.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/hike%2Bshades.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I was very focused on writing a new chapter. Until now I'd been able to work on previously written pieces. I knew they would run out sometime, and that day came sooner than I anticipated. My self-imposed twice-a-month deadlines will keep me busy from now on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even so, I took off Thursday afternoon and put in a couple hours helping to paint the mural. It was a great break. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with the other painters as I worked my way across the lower part giving a second coat or cleaning up the edges of the dark green waves of grass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/s859/mural%2B8.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/mural%2B8.05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to maintain my walking goals, always noticing new things along the way.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/dead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="859" height="172" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h172/dead.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both dead?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A writer friend called some time ago for comments about my visit with two grandsons to Minnetrista's Bob Ross Exhibit. She quoted me in her article and gave me a copy of the magazine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="960" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h390/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I was able to send chapter 12 to my translators to work on over the weekend, which is when he has time. Whew! So grateful to meet that deadline!&nbsp;</p><p>Here is a teaser. Come back August 15 to <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a> to find out what these few photos are about.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s633/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="633" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I certainly would love to hear about the highlights of your week!</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/8yNp__TTgIs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Another full week - #31 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/08/another-full-week-31.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:29f1428c-b646-e35a-d979-3ba7422db821 Wed, 04 Aug 2021 11:52:33 -0400 <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet 7/18/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Our hydrangeas have finally made their pompous appearance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If we're low on bread, Michael bakes more on Sunday afternoon or evening. He enjoys trying new recipes. This one has olives and tomatoes. However, he's very sparing about how much he consumes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="777" data-original-width="960" height="162" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h162/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday afternoon, Michael, Leah and I went to the Switch Up in Van Buren to finish painting the last little characters on the climbing wall. The center logo, Sarah will paint.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="1200" height="203" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h203/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we went to Stephan's dinner and admired his timber framing progress. Notice the <i>live edge </i>above what is going to be the door to the under-the-stairs-pantry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the way home we stopped to buy several more dozens of corn, which we then had to stay up till midnight to process and freeze.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h310/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we came home through Matthews to make sure the mural-painting team had everything they needed to begin the daunting project. Unfortunately they had rented the wrong lift, one only safe for indoor use on smooth floors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1305/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1305" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h314/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day they had obtained an all-terrain boom lift. This was the progress a couple days later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">The mural features the best of Matthews and promises to be a stunning addition to the small town.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the same building complex where the East Central Indiana Robotics team is housed.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h310/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Michael went backpacking again with a few of the UCC Hikers and sent me this photo. <br />I was glad for him that he got away from the many responsibilities that weigh him down right now.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">That afternoon, Rebecca and I went with my friend Petey and her granddaughter to an event at Minnetrista very popular among little girls -&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faeries, Sprites, and Lights.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, the insects were on a rampage and feasted on Rebecca. The miserable itchy welts shortened our experience.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s642/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="285" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w285-h640/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Throughout the week, I spent long hours on a better conclusion to chapter 11, scheduled to publish August 1. <br />Saturday was especially frustrating because of trying to wrap things up for the deadline and running into so many technological issues. <br />And Michael was gone all day on his weekly bicycle ride with the Muncie group. <br />Add to that, we had planned a birthday celebration for Skye's 24th that evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fortunately, I had spent all day Friday preparing for the event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s472/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="472" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h518/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"All's well that ends well," is that a saying? [Just looked it up. Oops! It is a Shakespeare play!] <br />Anyway everything ended superbly. The party was so much fun--Kalani doing all the motions to Wiggle songs with all of us joining in the motions; the birthday meal and Krazy Koch song (looks like Destiny enjoyed the family tradition!); and the guys going wild over the tools Michael had so much fun buying for Skye.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and the chapter conclusion was acceptable, and <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/locusts.html">Locusts</a>&nbsp;published as scheduled!</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And now to wrap up this weekly photo journal -&nbsp; the surprise blooms of the week that come with memories.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Years ago, at the wedding of our dear friends' daughter, each guest received a small packet of bulbs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/SVIX9GmXgrs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Building Your Table of Contents https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/07/31/lets-get-tech-y-building-your-table-of-contents/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:2c4dbc3f-0358-5e96-bf5a-cb9bed370a78 Sat, 31 Jul 2021 15:21:34 -0400 If you’re writing nonfiction, you will definitely need a Table of Contents (TOC). If your book is fiction, you may or may not include one. You can prepare a TOC a couple of ways. While Microsoft Word does offer an automated feature, it can be a bit cumbersome to use if you don&#8217;t understand how [&#8230;] A Very Full Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-full-week-30.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e1ec1975-7c37-90cf-3bfe-34427169676e Wed, 28 Jul 2021 07:08:09 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's bouquets from Tennessee continue to delight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our garden does not yield such varieties. But on my walks, I notice and enjoy many wild flowers each time, and attempt to read and learn about them. For example, how do I tell the difference between Queen Anne's Lace and Hemlock, its lookalike?&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/s832/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A lovely Sunday surprise: Stephan called and said they were headed our way to dine out at Payne's and could we join them!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In addition to the great food and conversation, we were noticing all the timber framing in the addition to the restaurant. Stephan is working on that this week. (See <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>.)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">A different kind of surprise awaited Michael Monday morning when he opened the meter base to figure out what had caused the oozing stain. He immediately called the electric company to come out and&nbsp; unlock the top part. The guy had never seen anything like that.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="368" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h564/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night I had a meeting, so Michael sent a photo of the meal Stephan served. Karen did much better than that, she sent home food for me!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1101/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the tomato baby, and the zucchini brownies! They were wonderful. She sent me the recipe, now the pressure is on for me to make some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I had our usual fun activities and ended with a short walk on the Taylor campus. I am so grateful to have these weekly opportunities to spend time together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s832/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael deserves all the focus this week. He's in the middle of several big projects. This week he and Leah painted little climbers on the finished climbing wall.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1200" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h252/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent two days priming the side of the building for a mural to be painted next week.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Back-breaking work</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also made several trips to Stephan's to begin work on all things electrical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way he always stops to buy sweet corn from Moriah's cousin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one long day, he tackled the process of prepping six dozen ears for the freezer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never stops! It's against his religion!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In lieu of a photo of the messy process</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the many projects, we are enjoying summer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wouldn't think of missing his long Saturday bicycle rides with the Muncie group. 88 miles this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had fun at the Farmers' Market. Among many other goodies, I bought this bouquet of tiger lilies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's so much more I could write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just keep plodding on, grateful for each opportunity and the necessary health.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/QAzDuVD96f8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 29 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-29.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:30655729-4dc0-68c0-0b8b-cc20516ce8bf Wed, 21 Jul 2021 11:32:15 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's bouquet for 7/11/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the Sunday Moriah treated us to her homemade Lemon Rosemary Chicken dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="158" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/w180-h320/image.png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made ice cream and Michael baked buttermilk biscuits for strawberry shortcake, like we often had with the girls when we lived in the same house.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Moriah even tried out her engineering skills to repair the light by my recliner. (Thank you!) And, furthermore, this week she resoundingly impressed the hiring committee at <a href="https://www.allisontransmission.com/">Allison Transmssion</a>, and will begin work in Indianapolis in less than a month.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday evening as usual we surveyed the progress on Stephan and Karen's house. Her parents had been there for a few days, visiting from Evansville. Dad Red (a retired electrician) began installing the electrical boxes and running wire. Mom Dolores painted door jambs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week, Michael worked steadily at the Switch Up and finished installing the climbing wall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s669/Switch%2BUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="669" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h344/Switch%2BUp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to walk almost daily, grateful for the resolve that gets me out to enjoy the beauty of nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/Lillies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1683" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h213/Lillies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1683" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h236/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Sam's family is experiencing the chaos of a major move from Muncie to New Palestine. Can anyone relate? Does this bring back memories?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Michael drove the robot and the drive team to Lawrence Central High School in Indianapolis to set up the pit and practice for Saturday's off-season FRC event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="960" height="350" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h350/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.firstindianarobotics.org/finite-recharge-off-season-frc-event-information/">FINite Recharge</a>&nbsp;was a much smaller event, only 24 teams, not nearly the hype of pre-COVID competitions. And our robot (Infinite Horsepower)'s performance not nearly as stellar as seen in the video still playing on the <a href="https://phyxtgears.org/">PhyXTGears</a>' website. However, a good time was had by all. I was blessed to be able to attend and meet parents and students. The new team members, all quite young, had the opportunity to experience a FIRST robotics competition, to learn and grow in their understanding of the robot and their enthusiasm for the game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a ride down with Moriah and her dad, who after our team's loss in quarter finals, continued apartment search to get her situated before the new job begins next month.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/FIN.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1557" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h256/FIN.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Moriah and Mee Sun in the stands. Who wins the eye-smiling competition?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="1557" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h188/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Infinite Horsepower and the drive team exiting after their final game.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s684/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="684" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h556/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group sharing after Arby's meal</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I rode back to Muncie with one of the new families and learned of several experiences we share, including Spanish speaking and teaching, travel to same place in Mexico, and common friends there. We concluded that <i>El mundo es un pañuelo </i>i.e. "It's a small world."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, chapter 10 kept me quite busy this week. Nevertheless, it published Thursday: <i><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/fiestas-celebrations-and-festivities.html?m=1">Fiestas</a>.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/X_6ye5B13n4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Thank You, Dr. Leax, for Your Inspiration (part 2) https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/06/24/thank-you-dr-leax-for-your-inspiration-part-2/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:72366ab3-e76f-dde7-41dc-3620b18d14a6 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 18:46:59 -0400 I am recently inspired by a book that I randomly picked up in a dusty resale shop in Marion, Indiana. You know how it goes &#8212; at least if you&#8217;re a reader or writer &#8212; the first stop is in the back where castoffs unsold at garage sales or lugged from overflowing home libraries rest [&#8230;]