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And when holiday craziness hits, they will meet us at the mall for cookies (buy six, get one free) and diet Pepsi.</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191118-cookie-3835992_1280-2.jpg" alt="" data-id="28605" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=28605" class="wp-image-28605"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191118-soft-drink-4280835_1280-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="28606" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=28606" class="wp-image-28606" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191118-soft-drink-4280835_1280-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191118-soft-drink-4280835_1280-1-283x300.jpg 283w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191118-cookies-1372467_1280-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="28607" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191118-cookies-1372467_1280-1.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=28607" class="wp-image-28607"/></figure></li></ul></figure> REPOST – At the halfway point: our Call of Cthulhu collaboration with Taylor University’s Professional Writing Course http://www.freelanceknight.com/repost-at-the-halfway-point-our-call-of-cthulhu-collaboration-with-taylor-universitys-professional-writing-course/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:e426cb22-91f1-3a49-a528-e8f066675995 Fri, 15 Nov 2019 05:30:17 -0500 <p>NOTE: This is a repost from https://www.chaosium.com/blogat-the-halfway-point-our-call-of-cthulhu-collaboration-with-taylor-universitys-professional-writing-course/ The Fall semester at&#160;Taylor University&#160;has passed the half-way point, and the seven students&#160;in the&#160;Tabletop Game Writing Lab&#160;are deep into the writing of their&#160;Call of Cthulhu RPG&#160;adventure,&#160;Refractions of Glasston. Their teacher,&#160;Prof T.R. Knight&#160;(Professional Writing&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/repost-at-the-halfway-point-our-call-of-cthulhu-collaboration-with-taylor-universitys-professional-writing-course/">REPOST – At the halfway point: our Call of Cthulhu collaboration with Taylor University&#8217;s Professional Writing Course</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> The Most Influential Pilgrim: John Howland http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/11/15/pilgrims-influence-related/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:422212e9-8d89-9739-55b3-18afe4c78af0 Fri, 15 Nov 2019 02:22:28 -0500 <p>Are you related to Pilgrim John Howland? Of all the pilgrims, John Howland may have been the most influential. He certainly had one of the greatest impacts on American history. As one of the early settlers, Howland exemplifies that America is a nation of opportunity. Howland&#8217;s  began his journey when the Separatists &#8211; those who [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/11/15/pilgrims-influence-related/">The Most Influential Pilgrim: John Howland</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Are you related to Pilgrim John Howland? Of all the pilgrims, <a href="https://pilgrimjohnhowlandsociety.org/">John Howland</a> may have been the most influential. He certainly had one of the greatest impacts on American history. As one of the early settlers, Howland exemplifies that America is a nation of opportunity.</p> <p>Howland&#8217;s  began his journey when the Separatists &#8211; those who separated from the Church of England in search of religious freedom &#8211; relocated to the Netherlands. After a brief stay in Amsterdam, the families settled in Leiden for a dozen years. While they could worship freely, life was not easy for these foreigners. When their children began to embrace the lifestyle of the people around them, the Separatists made the bold decision to travel to America. The congregation planned to establish a farming village in the northern part of the Virginia Colony near present-day New York City. At that time, Virginia extended from Jamestown in the south to the mouth of the Hudson River in the north.</p> <h3>Providential Rescue</h3> <p>On September 6, 1620, the <a href="https://www.themayflowersociety.org/"><i>Mayflower </i></a>set out with 102 passengers. Among the <a href="https://www.themayflowersociety.org/"><em>Mayflower</em>&#8216;s passengers</a>, John Howland boarded the ship as John Carver&#8217;s servant. For two months, the <em>Mayflower</em> doggedly battled counter currents and inclement weather. During one particularly dangerous storm, the passengers were told to remain below decks.</p> <p>Crammed with too many people for too long, the crowded area felt suffocating. Despite the captain&#8217;s orders to remain below deck, Howland went above for fresh air. The waves and winds buffeted the small ship and quickly swept Howland overboard into the middle of the churning Atlantic. Providentially, a trailing rope from the ship passed by the drowning man. Howland grasped ahold tightly and sailors used boat hooks to haul the wet, frightened, and thankful pilgrim aboard. Howland never disobeyed the captain again.</p> <h3>Happily Ever After</h3> <p>On November 11, 1620, the <em>Mayflower</em> arrived on <a href="https://www.plimoth.org/">America&#8217;s East Coast</a>. Poor winds and dangerous shoals prevented the ship from reaching the Hudson River and the Pilgrims arrived in Plymouth Harbor on December 16, 1620. Fellow <em>Mayflower</em> passenger, Elizabeth Tilley, was left an orphan after the first winter in <a href="https://www.plimoth.org/">Plymouth</a>. Though she had family in England and her best friend returned to Europe with the <em>Mayflower</em>, Tilley chose to stay and marry Howland. The couple had ten children and more than 80 grandchildren.</p> <p>Today, an estimated two million Americans can trace their roots to the influential Howland including three presidents &#8212; Franklin Roosevelt, George H.W. Bush, and George W. Bush &#8212; as well as former vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin; poets Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; actors Alec Baldwin, Humphrey Bogart, and Christopher Lloyd; child care guru Dr. Benjamin Spock, and my friends in California, Peter and Gwen Dailey, who were the first to tell me the story of John Howland.</p> <h3>Family Tree</h3> <p>There are so many Howland descendants that they formed their own club, <a href="https://pilgrimjohnhowlandsociety.org/"><em>The Pilgrim John Howland Society</em></a>, with about 1,200 members as well as a publication called <em><a href="https://pilgrimjohnhowlandsociety.org/">The Howland Quarterly</a>. </em>Hundreds of thousands of Americans will enjoy Thanksgiving dinner this year unaware that they owe their very existence to Pilgrim John Howland who almost didn&#8217;t live long enough to arrive in the New World. 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It is so unusual nowadays to find an envelope addressed in someone's own handwriting, let alone a cousin I hadn't seen in years. The fat little packet contained a letter and several old photographs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My father's youngest brother's daughter wrote to let me know that her mother, Aunt Doris, had passed away in September. They were going through her things and wanted to send on photos that we would enjoy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tbsYf_bwrM/XcrfiEFHqgI/AAAAAAAAXYs/UeL7mS9REAwB71a2_PNFwPBdAQjvXMB3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Aunt%2BDoris%2Bcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="1600" height="452" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--tbsYf_bwrM/XcrfiEFHqgI/AAAAAAAAXYs/UeL7mS9REAwB71a2_PNFwPBdAQjvXMB3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Aunt%2BDoris%2Bcollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Aunt Doris and visits with Uncle Bud's family</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Some photos were ones I'd seen before, but these of my paternal grandmother were very special candid shots. I wonder where and when they were taken and which grandchild is with her.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCS_E9poM2g/Xcrfin9Aj5I/AAAAAAAAXZE/6cyuOVqkxBIHKCQggNs5VrvNgEOSOKMmQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Grandma%2BHoyt%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1289" data-original-width="1600" height="513" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCS_E9poM2g/Xcrfin9Aj5I/AAAAAAAAXZE/6cyuOVqkxBIHKCQggNs5VrvNgEOSOKMmQCEwYBhgL/s640/Grandma%2BHoyt%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anna Leola Darcy Hoyt</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael went back to work full time, and overtime, refurbishing the Matthews robotic shop. I took him lunch almost every day--cleared off a spot on the entryway table, laid an old table runner down and brought out a decent meal for the overworked man. It's relaxing and fun to look out at downtown Matthews, a small town with a long interesting&nbsp;history.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs6SKh5uKFg/Xcrfi3lkMyI/AAAAAAAAXZI/-YsWSQh8LmoWZ3zP99ohCIeJ9ib_rwuEQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Mattshop%2Blunch%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1600" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs6SKh5uKFg/Xcrfi3lkMyI/AAAAAAAAXZI/-YsWSQh8LmoWZ3zP99ohCIeJ9ib_rwuEQCEwYBhgL/s640/Mattshop%2Blunch%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch time at the Matthews shop</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had left a long to-do list for when he was gone and for those who come to help out for an hour or two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The big push this week was to finish everything that required the scissors lift before the end of the rental period.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvGvGe0QPu4/Xcrfjbs6BAI/AAAAAAAAXZM/Plg0dkYYO_AVxt-aLGAzX7l3Pgag_MlMQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Scissors%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvGvGe0QPu4/Xcrfjbs6BAI/AAAAAAAAXZM/Plg0dkYYO_AVxt-aLGAzX7l3Pgag_MlMQCEwYBhgL/s640/Scissors%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daily progress</td></tr></tbody></table>Looking back over the work accomplished, Michael estimates they are 80% done.<br /><br />Friday was the best day for me to get away up north to visit Mother and on the way stop by my brother Alan's shop and maybe see and talk to his new wife. Raquel was not there as they haven't moved her things from Elkhart yet (this weekend) and her foster child was ill. But Alan was there during his lunch break. We had a nice chat catching up on his life, and he kindly checked the pressure on all my tires.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdkr7sEsJJg/XcrfiUpUQBI/AAAAAAAAXYw/VD3E0q_koIw12-iSmKAC2MMvLYFfMaf0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Global%2BAuto%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1301" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdkr7sEsJJg/XcrfiUpUQBI/AAAAAAAAXYw/VD3E0q_koIw12-iSmKAC2MMvLYFfMaf0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Global%2BAuto%2BCollage.jpg" width="520" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the Global Auto shop</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Then he gave me a tour of his auto-mechanics school above the shop. It is an impressive set-up and Alan is definitely a pioneer in that field.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUM5U76wK0E/Xcrfh_aIt8I/AAAAAAAAXYk/rpG3Vn5QL_gZNIljkfj1CpfXB3OE8WbnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Auto%2Bmechanics%2Bschool%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUM5U76wK0E/Xcrfh_aIt8I/AAAAAAAAXYk/rpG3Vn5QL_gZNIljkfj1CpfXB3OE8WbnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Auto%2Bmechanics%2Bschool%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Auto mechanics classroom and diagnostic bays</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Then I joined Mother for lunch. One on one direct conversation is very limited right now, but she enjoys listening in when we're in a group.<br />I like to take her some of my recently uncovered memories. This time it happened to be a letter she wrote in 1945 requesting membership transfer from the Baptist church she grew up in (her father the pastor) to the new Grace Brethren denomination she married into.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjY8J11SWWM/Xcrf83DyC-I/AAAAAAAAXZs/PN56B4sDHMkfG_wFkcih_ZmbX-l7HZi9QCEwYBhgL/s1600/75587536_10100862394557806_2255014648245911552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjY8J11SWWM/Xcrf83DyC-I/AAAAAAAAXZs/PN56B4sDHMkfG_wFkcih_ZmbX-l7HZi9QCEwYBhgL/s320/75587536_10100862394557806_2255014648245911552_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother reading old letter</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>After sharing Bingo Hour with Mother and the other fun ladies at her table, I headed back and was just in time to set up my table for the Matthews Marketplace craft fair the next day.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9PnM0NG3uI/Xcrf8lfBS6I/AAAAAAAAXZY/ED9OzcjQ3wg1IkxBNuAY8Hz2inRGFqkPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74798453_10100862394497926_3588560581579243520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="960" height="315" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9PnM0NG3uI/Xcrf8lfBS6I/AAAAAAAAXZY/ED9OzcjQ3wg1IkxBNuAY8Hz2inRGFqkPACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/74798453_10100862394497926_3588560581579243520_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koch -display at the Matthews Marketplace</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;The event was not very profitable, considering the time and effort, however I had fun interacting with vendors and visitors, and especially watching the robotics team showing off the robot and talking to people.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNPj7KBdImg/Xcrkw6jN50I/AAAAAAAAXaI/yrCoNrtPa8EB8EJhKZ2M3SwkgDJiNNOUACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74643656_10100862515250936_3013538978327429120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNPj7KBdImg/Xcrkw6jN50I/AAAAAAAAXaI/yrCoNrtPa8EB8EJhKZ2M3SwkgDJiNNOUACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74643656_10100862515250936_3013538978327429120_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Team 1720 display</td></tr></tbody></table>After packing up pottery and paintings and tearing down tables, I had enough time to pick up Diane and go to Sam's birthday celebration. Michael just couldn't take time off.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1Vde2EZoI/Xcrf8kWUXOI/AAAAAAAAXZU/Z_d1OSNT8GoPdQmImKQlnEap0jY8IfCgACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74909781_10100862394712496_7108333460866990080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="718" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1Vde2EZoI/Xcrf8kWUXOI/AAAAAAAAXZU/Z_d1OSNT8GoPdQmImKQlnEap0jY8IfCgACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/74909781_10100862394712496_7108333460866990080_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam celebrating 41 years</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;A favorite moment, among the many good ones, was when Elijah loved on both grandmothers, as he towered over them.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2q1KCV62oI/Xcrf-NQSL3I/AAAAAAAAXZk/9dTc0oJAgXw2THvoGKEEx55FNUoNG_hFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/abuelas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1035" data-original-width="776" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2q1KCV62oI/Xcrf-NQSL3I/AAAAAAAAXZk/9dTc0oJAgXw2THvoGKEEx55FNUoNG_hFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/abuelas.jpg" width="297" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elijah with two proud grandmas</td></tr></tbody></table>Six weeks till Christmas, really?!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/BAsrNE2UliM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> The Slippers of My Dreams http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=28392 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:6e656d22-82be-399f-c0ae-cb2947dddf73 Wed, 13 Nov 2019 08:28:59 -0500 I don’t mind falling temperatures this time of year, but my crampy toes beg to differ. “We’re freezing down here. Lose the sandals!” they whine. “Time for fuzzy-wuzzy slippers!” This wasn’t always the case. My warm-blooded siblings and I zipped around the house in our bare feet summer and winter, donning shoes and socks only [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-thermometer-789898_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28398" width="307" height="204" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-thermometer-789898_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-thermometer-789898_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-thermometer-789898_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-thermometer-789898_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 307px) 100vw, 307px" /></figure></div> <p>I don’t mind falling temperatures this time of year, but my crampy toes beg to differ.</p> <p>“We’re freezing down here. Lose the sandals!” they whine. “Time for fuzzy-wuzzy slippers!”</p> <p>This wasn’t always the case. My warm-blooded siblings and I zipped around the house in our bare feet summer and winter, donning shoes and socks only when our shivering mother, using typical Mom logic, complained, “You’re making me cold!”</p> <p>Slippers? Too spendy for a big family with a small income.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Cinderella-fairy-tale-2321777_1920-683x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28394" width="282" height="422" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Cinderella-fairy-tale-2321777_1920-683x1024.jpg 683w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Cinderella-fairy-tale-2321777_1920-200x300.jpg 200w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Cinderella-fairy-tale-2321777_1920-768x1152.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Cinderella-fairy-tale-2321777_1920-624x936.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Cinderella-fairy-tale-2321777_1920.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 282px) 100vw, 282px" /></figure></div> <p>I read in a storybook that ragged Cinderella gained a prince, a kingdom and a pretty ball gown, all because her slippers fit. But my chances to share her magic looked grim, even if a fairy godmother showed up at our door bearing a free pair in my size. My mother would never allow me to run around in glass slippers. At that point, she wouldn’t even permit me to dry glass dishes.</p> <p>The fuzzy slippers my friends received for Christmas from grandmas and grandpas caught my attention: brown puppies for boys and pink kitties for girls. An elite few boasted cowboy or cowgirl slippers, just like Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.</p> <p>By the time I grew old enough to make my dreams come true using hard-earned babysitting cash, I craved white go-go boots instead. Fuzzy pink kitty slippers no longer appeared on my gotta-have list.</p> <p>College dorm-mates, however, made poufy slippers a priority — although they favored Disney characters and yellow smiley faces. Serious-minded and penny-pinching, I found their frivolous fetish difficult to understand. During those early feminist days, we eschewed evil pink aprons, hair spray and anything else that threatened our position as free, mature women. We had declared war on any and all fluffy mindsets. So why didn’t my ideological sisters reject the corresponding footwear?</p> <p>I refused to bow to such mindless leanings. Besides, I couldn’t find Minnie Mouse slippers in size 10.</p> <p>A few years later, my new husband and I made many marital adjustments. However, we discovered common ground in dealing with crucial slipper issues. I grabbed 80-percent markdowns. He continued to wear the leather moccasins his grandparents gave him during high school. (I finally sneaked them out of the house and burned them.)</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-slippers-on-stuffed-sheep-3055301_1920-849x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28397" width="435" height="524" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-slippers-on-stuffed-sheep-3055301_1920-849x1024.jpg 849w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-slippers-on-stuffed-sheep-3055301_1920-249x300.jpg 249w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-slippers-on-stuffed-sheep-3055301_1920-768x926.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-slippers-on-stuffed-sheep-3055301_1920-624x753.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-slippers-on-stuffed-sheep-3055301_1920.jpg 1592w" sizes="(max-width: 435px) 100vw, 435px" /></figure></div> <p>But slipper dreams refused to die. Spurred on by my childhood cravings, I bought colorful Strawberry Shortcake and Ninja Turtles slippers that matched our children’s PJs. They preferred plastic rain boots.</p> <p>Fast-forward a few decades. When my roommate at a writers’ retreat organized a Goofy Slippers Day, my heart and toes warmed to the idea. But I owned only sensible cheapos and nice argyles my daughter knitted for me — nothing of sufficient bad taste. I perused secondhand and discount stores. Where would I find the slippers of my dreams — in my size?</p> <p>I had almost had given up hope when, at the last store on my list, I encountered plastic ooh-la-la eyes and a smirky, whiskered grin. I pulled huge, fluffy pink kitty slippers from the pile. A perfect size 11 (my feet — like other parts of my anatomy — have spread).</p> <p>It was a sign from God.</p> <p>I named the right slipper Zsa Zsa and the left Eva. They made a hit at my writing get-together. Not so with Hubby, who rated them only slightly above an ancient, ratty housecoat that still gives him nightmares.</p> <p>But my warm, grateful toes adored Zsa Zsa and Eva. So did my grandkids, until they (the slippers, not the children) fell apart.</p> <p>If Cinderella had offered me her glass slippers in exchange, she would have been out of luck. </p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Kitty-slippers-Inked-and-flipped20191111_112822-1_LI-1024x768.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28413" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Kitty-slippers-Inked-and-flipped20191111_112822-1_LI-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Kitty-slippers-Inked-and-flipped20191111_112822-1_LI-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Kitty-slippers-Inked-and-flipped20191111_112822-1_LI-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191113-Kitty-slippers-Inked-and-flipped20191111_112822-1_LI-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Do you own a favorite pair of slippers?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Some of Us Take More Time http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=28307 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9594b062-74f5-48a7-586f-1d3bdd12fd29 Mon, 11 Nov 2019 09:03:25 -0500 O Lord, these tomatoes and peppers didn’t strut their stuff during the regular growing season, but on a brown paper bag beside my patio door, they finally ripen. OMG, I also take my time in maturing. Thank You for loving late bloomers! <p><strong>O Lord, these tomatoes and peppers didn’t strut their stuff during the regular growing season, but on a brown paper bag beside my patio door, they finally ripen. OMG, I also take my time in maturing. Thank You for loving late bloomers! </strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191111_Veggies-a-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28308" width="404" height="300"/></figure></div> Game Studies Course: Third Edition – Revised http://www.freelanceknight.com/game-studies-course-third-edition-revised/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:4899b12e-ea1f-2523-d54f-3516a4325103 Fri, 08 Nov 2019 05:53:59 -0500 <p>As I continue teaching the Tabletop Game Writing Lab this semester, I am preparing to teach the Game Studies course again in the Spring. As I mentioned earlier, I am making some changes to the focus of the class for&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/game-studies-course-third-edition-revised/">Game Studies Course: Third Edition &#8211; Revised</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> How Do You Like Them Apples? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=28141 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:3e8be23c-0207-277f-0987-ea4d64156680 Wed, 06 Nov 2019 08:11:43 -0500 “A is for apple.” Today, little Apple lovers might expect a Macintosh laptop on an alphabet book’s first page. In 1959, however, technology never entered my mind. Instead, I eyed the luscious red fruit on my teacher’s desk. I focused on bites, not bytes. I savored the school lunch’s apple crisp — until Joey Bump [&#8230;] <p>“A is for apple.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-cropped-the-peeled-fruit-3404226_1920-1024x929.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28161" width="295" height="267" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-cropped-the-peeled-fruit-3404226_1920-1024x929.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-cropped-the-peeled-fruit-3404226_1920-300x272.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-cropped-the-peeled-fruit-3404226_1920-768x696.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-cropped-the-peeled-fruit-3404226_1920-624x566.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-cropped-the-peeled-fruit-3404226_1920.jpg 1362w" sizes="(max-width: 295px) 100vw, 295px" /></figure></div> <p>Today, little Apple lovers might expect a Macintosh laptop on an alphabet book’s first page. In 1959, however, technology never entered my mind. Instead, I eyed the luscious red fruit on my teacher’s desk. I focused on bites, not bytes.</p> <p>I savored the school lunch’s apple crisp — until Joey Bump told me the topping consisted of fried ants.</p> <p>Smart guy. He doubled his apple crisp intake.</p> <p>Ants notwithstanding, I come from a long line of apple lovers. Every autumn Dad bought bushels of fragrant fruit at a nearby orchard. He peeled an apple with a surgeon’s precision, dangling the single long red curl, then sliced it into white circles whose dark seeds God had arranged in a flower pattern. A boy during the Depression, Dad scoured the woods for fruit — for anything — to nourish his scrawny frame. Forever, he would regard apples as a cause for celebration.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28145" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-apple-orchard-1872997_1920-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>Whenever we visited my Louisiana grandparents, Dad bought Grandma bags of apples, fruit too expensive to frequent their black-eyed peas/turnip greens/corn bread diet. My four siblings and I waited for Grandma to share.</p> <p>The apples vanished within seconds, never to reappear — while we were there, anyway.</p> <p>Dad often surprised Grandma, driving all night from Indiana to visit. Once, he brought four-year-old Kenny, whom Grandma hadn’t seen for a year. Kenny and Dad dozed in his truck until they smelled bacon’s tantalizing fragrance. Dad’s resolve wavered. Did he dare rile his mother and risk losing a free breakfast?</p> <p>Dad debated only a moment. Handing Kenny a bag of apples, he pulled my brother’s cap over his eyes and sent him to Grandma’s door. Hunkering down in the truck, Dad watched apple drama unfold.</p> <p>At Kenny’s knock, Grandma appeared. “Child, what are you doing here at this hour?” She showed no sign of recognizing Kenny. “Where’s your mama? Your daddy?” She cast a wrathful eye at the truck.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-Mammie-Oglesbee.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28147" width="400" height="324" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-Mammie-Oglesbee.jpg 727w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-Mammie-Oglesbee-300x243.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-Mammie-Oglesbee-624x506.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px" /></figure></div> <p>When Kenny offered her the apples for a quarter, Grandma suffered pangs of conscience. How could she take advantage of this baby-child?</p> <p>But the bargain apples proved too much.</p> <p>Grandma retrieved a quarter from her old money sock.</p> <p>As she handed it to Kenny, he tilted his head back. “Hi, Grandma!”</p> <p>Dad strode to the porch, wearing a huge grin.</p> <p>Grandma laughed and cried. When her voice returned, she said her 35-year-old son needed a good licking. How could such a bad apple turn out to be the only preacher in the family?</p> <p>Grandma hugged Kenny, then welcomed him and his prodigal daddy, stuffing them with eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy.</p> <p>But no apples. The bag already had found a new home — under her featherbed.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-dessert-apple-4539873_1920-1024x769.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-28155" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-dessert-apple-4539873_1920-1024x769.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-dessert-apple-4539873_1920-300x225.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-dessert-apple-4539873_1920-768x576.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191106-dessert-apple-4539873_1920-624x468.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>What’s your favorite apple dessert?</p> Week Apart https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/11/week-apart.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb3d5096-ace3-d65e-d69e-f0208dc11c8d Tue, 05 Nov 2019 10:40:33 -0500 Father and son spent the week hunting in the wilds of Idaho with Jeff and Cody (Mike's brother's son and his son). Way off in the distance you can see the two blinds they were hiding behind.<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/-Y1HxZ_7f4kA/XcBTVIezBRI/AAAAAAAAXXM/OVkwl9g5LHMd1y6aKceflPXTInQbd3WwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/75491737_450461072262579_7743383202084945920_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1HxZ_7f4kA/XcBTVIezBRI/AAAAAAAAXXM/OVkwl9g5LHMd1y6aKceflPXTInQbd3WwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/75491737_450461072262579_7743383202084945920_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />They experienced a series of adventures, including four flats in three days half-way up the mountain, and the worst cold ever. But they kept going back for more!<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJSBeaeZLNk/XcCDm9-5YKI/AAAAAAAAXX4/476lqtp6oPU0nXIo8ZJ3rj3bdY7PZxtIACEwYBhgL/s1600/Idaho%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1432" data-original-width="1600" height="572" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJSBeaeZLNk/XcCDm9-5YKI/AAAAAAAAXX4/476lqtp6oPU0nXIo8ZJ3rj3bdY7PZxtIACEwYBhgL/s640/Idaho%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunters--Michael and Stephan</td></tr></tbody></table>That is, more fun and fowl. The guys packed a great supply of frozen duck and pheasant in the middle of their luggage, which did not thaw out on the long way home! And fortunately, their baggage arrived with them!<br /><br />Our adventures on the home front included high winds which tore the umbrella off the table on the deck and carried it way down to the edge of the woods.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3HUMXr-tZM/XcBTXYNw0hI/AAAAAAAAXXc/lDkij0QRhlgovyKHHjYr7ifmtIgaaJIJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/umbrella%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3HUMXr-tZM/XcBTXYNw0hI/AAAAAAAAXXc/lDkij0QRhlgovyKHHjYr7ifmtIgaaJIJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/umbrella%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mighty Moriah rescued the item we should have stored away sooner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both Moriah and I volunteer at Basics Jr. and were on duty Wednesday evening for the annual Fun Fest. My main role was as <i>abuela, </i>following Rebecca around. She was so cute. Please forgive me for going overboard with the photos.</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/-Cav2gLGZWxw/XcBTVnPO_bI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/iuNP5tA6_4AKutmdtrM5qVBblAAimQuZgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Fun%2BFest%2Bfotos%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cav2gLGZWxw/XcBTVnPO_bI/AAAAAAAAXXQ/iuNP5tA6_4AKutmdtrM5qVBblAAimQuZgCEwYBhgL/s640/Fun%2BFest%2Bfotos%2BCollage.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-AFAcQ6CX8/XcBTUTrVyvI/AAAAAAAAXXk/VZJMLgNmwlI5Hbm15FdRG1-SezSX3I2HACEwYBhgL/s1600/2019%2Bfun%2Bfest%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1432" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-AFAcQ6CX8/XcBTUTrVyvI/AAAAAAAAXXk/VZJMLgNmwlI5Hbm15FdRG1-SezSX3I2HACEwYBhgL/s400/2019%2Bfun%2Bfest%2BCollage.jpg" width="357" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Princess and the P (Picachu)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R4JKmhJJTo/XcBTWisfc9I/AAAAAAAAXXo/mYeUzSHJxIoT3Bu2NaWK9mfwg1QWDzO9QCEwYBhgL/s1600/Rebecca%2Bphotos%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1600" height="304" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8R4JKmhJJTo/XcBTWisfc9I/AAAAAAAAXXo/mYeUzSHJxIoT3Bu2NaWK9mfwg1QWDzO9QCEwYBhgL/s640/Rebecca%2Bphotos%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our first snow fall came very early this year, on Reformation Day (most commonly called Halloween), and it lasted into the next morning. It was beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jrw91jbDiQ/XcBTUGduyNI/AAAAAAAAXXs/hVNqEuLct9A99lIE-ZT5Zi5dwbL34f-QQCEwYBhgL/s1600/74965980_10100858610101886_7036170176273842176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jrw91jbDiQ/XcBTUGduyNI/AAAAAAAAXXs/hVNqEuLct9A99lIE-ZT5Zi5dwbL34f-QQCEwYBhgL/s400/74965980_10100858610101886_7036170176273842176_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snow-covered hydrangeas</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Despite the snow, many families were out enjoying the "trick-or-treat" tradition. I only had one family visit--little Picachu and her parents.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I gave them their early anniversary gift, an acrylic based on their&nbsp; wedding-ceremony kiss eight years ago on November 1st.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUD-xu4Hol4/XcBTWCo2obI/AAAAAAAAXXw/D6rlil160I88L08R6AbbekVd3lnDu-CiACEwYBhgL/s1600/Kern%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="1600" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aUD-xu4Hol4/XcBTWCo2obI/AAAAAAAAXXw/D6rlil160I88L08R6AbbekVd3lnDu-CiACEwYBhgL/s640/Kern%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kerns--Matt, Kayla and Rebecca; The Wedding Kiss</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Saturday I joined the UCC Hikers and Walkers to try out the newly opened Upland trail.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(Am I really that short?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CClUYrkQmZM/XcCVfCSY8nI/AAAAAAAAXYE/imSWOtqZSksmAiI5t1Wkmv_uMHqdb-DtACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/UCC%2BHikers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CClUYrkQmZM/XcCVfCSY8nI/AAAAAAAAXYE/imSWOtqZSksmAiI5t1Wkmv_uMHqdb-DtACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/UCC%2BHikers.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group photo, minus our fearless leader Bob Meadows</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our hunters made it back safely later that evening. Michael came bearing gifts for us two stay-at-home women.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Which one was my gift?&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/-Ia0zt5S6S8Q/XcBTU2Uaq1I/AAAAAAAAXXw/5wH0gEzghQkACzWRYKdCMffVmaupe6e6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/75419109_10100858546599146_1333732897554694144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="644" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia0zt5S6S8Q/XcBTU2Uaq1I/AAAAAAAAXXw/5wH0gEzghQkACzWRYKdCMffVmaupe6e6ACEwYBhgL/s320/75419109_10100858546599146_1333732897554694144_n.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/l7iVvsYLkUo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=28088 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0cfdce3b-1e13-135b-6e50-cff099beb483 Mon, 04 Nov 2019 08:11:39 -0500 O Lord, I really did enjoy the extra hour of sleep. But what madness makes us humans think we control time? OMG, You, the Timeless One, serve as the universe’s Timer. When You say, “Ding!” it’s done! <p><strong>O Lord, I really did enjoy the extra hour of sleep. But what madness makes us humans think we control time? OMG, You, the Timeless One, serve as the universe’s Timer. When You say, “Ding!” it’s done!</strong></p> <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/190311-time-change-astronomy-3217141_640.jpg" alt="" data-id="28089" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=28089" class="wp-image-28089"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191104-egg-156574_1280-2-786x1024.png" alt="" data-id="28090" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=28090" class="wp-image-28090" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191104-egg-156574_1280-2-786x1024.png 786w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191104-egg-156574_1280-2-230x300.png 230w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191104-egg-156574_1280-2-768x1001.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191104-egg-156574_1280-2-624x813.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/191104-egg-156574_1280-2.png 982w" sizes="(max-width: 786px) 100vw, 786px" /></figure></li></ul> Packing A Game Collection http://www.freelanceknight.com/packing-a-game-collection/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:c3d3ef9b-a6a4-02b5-b0f2-dad465909a39 Fri, 01 Nov 2019 05:30:42 -0400 <p>You don&#8217;t realize how many games you truly have until you have to pack them all up and put them in storage for a while. As part of my recovery from back surgery, we are making significant changes to our&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/packing-a-game-collection/">Packing A Game Collection</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Popcorn and Me http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=27952 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:01721629-2714-cc90-a6ef-e282835d6ba6 Wed, 30 Oct 2019 09:36:11 -0400 Not many foods remain friends for life. Chocolate turned traitor during my teen years as I fought the Pimple Wars and later put on pounds. But popcorn has always been there for me. My family owes its survival to popcorn. Mom faced two snack choices: a bale of hay or a dishpan-sized bowl of popcorn. [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-large-bowl-of-fluffy-white-popcorn-802047_1920-1-1024x678.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27961" width="461" height="305" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-large-bowl-of-fluffy-white-popcorn-802047_1920-1-1024x678.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-large-bowl-of-fluffy-white-popcorn-802047_1920-1-300x199.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-large-bowl-of-fluffy-white-popcorn-802047_1920-1-768x508.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-large-bowl-of-fluffy-white-popcorn-802047_1920-1-624x413.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 461px) 100vw, 461px" /></figure></div> <p>Not many foods remain friends for life. Chocolate turned traitor during my teen years as I fought the Pimple Wars and later put on pounds. But popcorn has always been there for me.</p> <p>My family owes its survival to popcorn. Mom faced two snack choices: a bale of hay or a dishpan-sized bowl of popcorn. While she threw handfuls of yellow seeds into a pan, we gathered close, quiet as if attending a theater performance — until the first <em>pop</em> pinged. Suddenly kernels exploded in a mad dance of joyful <em>pop-pop-pops</em>. A few sneaky ones fooled Mom and leaped out when she removed the lid — a punch line we enjoyed as if it had never happened before.</p> <p>Fresh wonder filled me at seeing hundreds of fluffy white kernels, a miracle that rivaled the Feeding of the Five Thousand. If only candy bars multiplied like that!</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-cropped-ear-of-corn-4412564_1920-1024x933.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27956" width="334" height="304" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-cropped-ear-of-corn-4412564_1920-1024x933.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-cropped-ear-of-corn-4412564_1920-300x273.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-cropped-ear-of-corn-4412564_1920-768x699.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-cropped-ear-of-corn-4412564_1920-624x568.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-cropped-ear-of-corn-4412564_1920.jpg 1389w" sizes="(max-width: 334px) 100vw, 334px" /></figure></div> <p>As cornfields surrounded our house, I became convinced we were not utilizing a huge, free popcorn resource. My mother disagreed. But I filched an ear from a neighbor’s field and set it on fire anyway. Sadly, Mom was right — again.</p> <p>Later we grew our own popcorn, including a “strawberry” variety. Hoeing the plants, I imagined the pink strawberry-sucker-flavored popcorn we would savor. At harvest, we shucked wine-colored kernels off little cones and waited breathlessly as Mom popped this amazing new treat. Only red hulls evidenced anything different about strawberry popcorn. After initial disappointment, though, we made a hit at school with our special red-and-white popcorn.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-colored-ears-of-pop-corn-2798026_1920-1024x540.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27955" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-colored-ears-of-pop-corn-2798026_1920-1024x540.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-colored-ears-of-pop-corn-2798026_1920-300x158.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-colored-ears-of-pop-corn-2798026_1920-768x405.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-colored-ears-of-pop-corn-2798026_1920-624x329.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-colored-ears-of-pop-corn-2798026_1920.jpg 1592w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p>But the popcorn my siblings and I really craved was Jiffy Pop<sup>®</sup>. On TV commercials, smiling kids watched it rise like a silver Space Age balloon. I was sure the Jetsons ate Jiffy Pop<sup>®</sup>. Mom, however, vetoed it as too expensive.</p> <p>When I, too, became a mean mother, plain old popcorn remained my friend. My children gathered as kernels tumbled in the air popper. Like my mother, I poured sizzling butter over theirs. Mine? I ate handfuls that tasted like Styrofoam packing peanuts. But they filled me up and kept me from expanding as much as Jiffy Pop<sup>®</sup>.</p> <p>Now, growing older, I still cling to popcorn. Even the Jetsons would envy my microwave method. However, the time saved is used to read popcorn cautionary commandments on every bag, probably more than accompanied the original atomic bomb: HANDLE CAREFULLY: VERY HOT OIL &amp; BAG! THIS SIDE UP! THIS SIDE DOWN! PICK UP HERE! PICK UP FROM OTHER END! OPEN CAREFULLY! HOT! CAUTION! OR YOU WILL DIE VERY, VERY SLOWLY WITH RADIOACTIVE POPCORN UP YOUR NOSE.</p> <p>Is that any way to talk to a friend?</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-buttered-popcorn-3415594_1920-1024x575.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27954" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-buttered-popcorn-3415594_1920-1024x575.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-buttered-popcorn-3415594_1920-300x168.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-buttered-popcorn-3415594_1920-768x431.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191030-buttered-popcorn-3415594_1920-624x350.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What are your favorite popcorn memories?</p> Fall Fun https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/fall-fun.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:33b44f15-6090-d36e-0e76-8cf8a2b46e08 Tue, 29 Oct 2019 11:26:44 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;We are experiencing a most beautiful fall season. I am trying to soak in the gorgeous colors before all the leaves are gone--the view out my window, the countryside on longer drives, walks on our road.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ela0lNyfh50/XbdmGUBCNrI/AAAAAAAAXVE/NJkMtJ_jozoPN5W4V6SonyH5BzssVMqEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73349366_10100854709658406_6192636267172200448_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="950" height="223" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ela0lNyfh50/XbdmGUBCNrI/AAAAAAAAXVE/NJkMtJ_jozoPN5W4V6SonyH5BzssVMqEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73349366_10100854709658406_6192636267172200448_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Fallen leaves provide great entertainment for the young'uns and exercise for the adults. I spent nearly an hour Sunday, after a very windy Saturday, clearing the driveway of leaves and sticks.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhM_8BJpqp0/XbdmHhq19-I/AAAAAAAAXVg/fV1HfqjpEu8r9EazGRqySisG80geVKCkwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Leaf%2Bfun%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JhM_8BJpqp0/XbdmHhq19-I/AAAAAAAAXVg/fV1HfqjpEu8r9EazGRqySisG80geVKCkwCEwYBhgL/s400/Leaf%2Bfun%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Skye and Rebecca</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And it's pumpkin-carving season.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO5z6nXLxVI/XbdmGfAe_xI/AAAAAAAAXVs/V7DGJLsbn2QadjpvFFS-qSvCjHt27Ah0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="708" data-original-width="946" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO5z6nXLxVI/XbdmGfAe_xI/AAAAAAAAXVs/V7DGJLsbn2QadjpvFFS-qSvCjHt27Ah0wCEwYBhgL/s400/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look at the faces we designed. Any favorite?"</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Recently, I enjoyed a memory that surfaced and the story represented--young David and gigantic Goliath, BUT GOD!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Any giants in your life?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGc2nFLIo9I/Xbdpen1hbiI/AAAAAAAAXWI/Sh61ZEvg340UDTiOA1yFpPo3qD7SMg9NACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/David%2Band%2BGoliath%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="1600" height="287" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SGc2nFLIo9I/Xbdpen1hbiI/AAAAAAAAXWI/Sh61ZEvg340UDTiOA1yFpPo3qD7SMg9NACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/David%2Band%2BGoliath%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stephan carved this some years ago</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is the last picture of Michael at the Matthews shop Tuesday, the day before he and Stephan took off for a duck-hunting trip out west with nephew Jeff and his son Cody in the wilds of Idaho.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkVyESu2eg/XbdmGgM5F9I/AAAAAAAAXVM/b_bYwpxEvhk2SsrKT_VFDkesGJERNXwGACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73446220_10100854709074576_1239948215017537536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="853" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkVyESu2eg/XbdmGgM5F9I/AAAAAAAAXVM/b_bYwpxEvhk2SsrKT_VFDkesGJERNXwGACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73446220_10100854709074576_1239948215017537536_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;">Yes, he worked practically non-stop till the last minute and then slept through two flights and a five-hour drive to their destination.&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/-VjUZuVfMNOA/XbhRrd1nblI/AAAAAAAAXWU/WUx5Pc1t2lMuIOrWZvqTeznhKNgCuvBBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73323547_10158002119974767_7340778838978199552_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="1600" height="217" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjUZuVfMNOA/XbhRrd1nblI/AAAAAAAAXWU/WUx5Pc1t2lMuIOrWZvqTeznhKNgCuvBBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/73323547_10158002119974767_7340778838978199552_o.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;">The first day the weather was beautiful, great fro enjoying the scenery but not so good for upland bird hunting.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4fzJiPwXYg/XbdmG3vxP_I/AAAAAAAAXVQ/Jaf_oxm840UrK-iRQ85S3jGSOdGOyc8kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74409574_10100854710451816_2327118370232598528_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1440" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4fzJiPwXYg/XbdmG3vxP_I/AAAAAAAAXVQ/Jaf_oxm840UrK-iRQ85S3jGSOdGOyc8kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/74409574_10100854710451816_2327118370232598528_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>On the homefront, Wednesday was a full day with a fun visitor all afternoon. Rebecca and I played games, walked in the woods, delivered a meal to a family with a newborn, colored together, and went to Basics Jr. at church. <br />Here she is showing off the little panda "Beary" that great great grandma Hoyt purchased for her with her Bingo Bucks because it reminded her of panda bear I used to have as a little girl.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qLKYIYtq-0/XbdmGh8ERXI/AAAAAAAAXV0/MqwtehFmVEM9kVIcwQGGLMWy0JQhTreKQCEwYBhgL/s1600/72637631_10100854709109506_2466265470852923392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="389" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qLKYIYtq-0/XbdmGh8ERXI/AAAAAAAAXV0/MqwtehFmVEM9kVIcwQGGLMWy0JQhTreKQCEwYBhgL/s400/72637631_10100854709109506_2466265470852923392_n.jpg" width="237" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca likes to swing Beary on my exercise pulley.</td></tr></tbody></table>Thursday I visited Mother again on Bingo Store day but mostly because it was the Fall Festival where the residents welcome the community families for an evening of trick or treating. Mother had fun handing out treats, and I tricking the kids with the strange-eyed Victorian mask.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0vOLiWL5CM/XbdmHNCiCwI/AAAAAAAAXVY/JzklVw24DkMPXBD6CTXnXwfmzdQegIvfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74661736_10100854709194336_7010529771272536064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="719" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0vOLiWL5CM/XbdmHNCiCwI/AAAAAAAAXVY/JzklVw24DkMPXBD6CTXnXwfmzdQegIvfACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74661736_10100854709194336_7010529771272536064_n.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><br />Saturday morning treats from Deluxe Donuts appeared on our counter. Moriah thought of us even while out partying Friday night! I just had to take a bite while they were fresh, then I put them in the freezer to enjoy together with Michael when he returns. I hope that works.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwgiC0GyjC0/XbdnaO5FoRI/AAAAAAAAXV8/JPBR9XY0ItwsKCLX6Z25_-kkfyqeNTh4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwgiC0GyjC0/XbdnaO5FoRI/AAAAAAAAXV8/JPBR9XY0ItwsKCLX6Z25_-kkfyqeNTh4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/73417719_10100854709688346_8218599983104917504_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />How is fall treating you?<br /><br />P.S.:<br />The BIG family news of the week:<br />Skye and Destiny found out that their baby due in March is a BOY! Skye is very excited!<br /><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/0d9Nd00UXVs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: VERY Early Birthday Reminder http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=27858 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:f1b911d5-d057-4fb5-ff54-456a23de0939 Mon, 28 Oct 2019 08:27:22 -0400 O Lord, October hasn’t ended, yet Christmas catalogs arrive in my mailbox. Lines of lighted holiday trees greet me at Walmart. While I’m glad people want to celebrate Your birthday, OMG, I wouldn’t want them to go crazy over mine two months early. <p><strong>O Lord, October hasn’t ended, yet Christmas catalogs arrive in my mailbox. Lines of lighted holiday trees greet me at Walmart. While I’m glad people want to celebrate Your birthday, OMG, I wouldn’t want them to go crazy over mine two months early. </strong></p> <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-3 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/19102819-christmas-trees-1823938_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="27859" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=27859" class="wp-image-27859"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Christmas-birthday-cake-264605_1280.jpg" alt="" data-id="27860" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=27860" class="wp-image-27860"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Santa-autumn-2-19672_1280-1024x788.jpg" alt="" data-id="27861" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=27861" class="wp-image-27861" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Santa-autumn-2-19672_1280-1024x788.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Santa-autumn-2-19672_1280-300x231.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Santa-autumn-2-19672_1280-768x591.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Santa-autumn-2-19672_1280-624x480.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191028-Santa-autumn-2-19672_1280.jpg 1100w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure></li></ul> E-bikes and Me-Powered Bikes https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:cada25b2-6536-563a-2a00-2ec4000031f7 Thu, 24 Oct 2019 14:46:32 -0400 I have recently discovered that I am a biker chick. No, I am not revving the engine of a motorcycle and dressed in black leather. My one attempt to ride a motorcycle ended with a broken mirror and me miraculously not hurt&#8230;but that is another story. I prefer a regular old bicycle &#8212; fitted out &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">E-bikes and Me-Powered&#160;Bikes</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1315" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/bike-311716_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png" data-orig-size="640,347" 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="bike-311716_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1315 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=665" alt="bike-311716_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bike-311716_640.png?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>I have recently discovered that I am a biker chick. No, I am not revving the engine of a motorcycle and dressed in black leather. My one attempt to ride a motorcycle ended with a broken mirror and me miraculously not hurt&#8230;but that is another story.</p> <p>I prefer a regular old bicycle &#8212; fitted out with a motor. In short, an e-bike.</p> <p>After a visit from my uncle where he talked about the long bike rides he took with my aunt, I was looking forward to trying out an electric bike on my next visit to Oregon. I saddled up on my electric bike and prepared to see the world from the back of a bicycle.</p> <p>Of course, me being me, it wasn&#8217;t quite that easy.</p> <p>Although I hadn&#8217;t ridden in years, riding a bike is like, you know, riding a bike. The addition of a motor just made it nicer. When faced with a hill, all you do is turn your wrist and the motor takes over. Okay, so I also might have made use of the motor when there were no hills in sight. My aunt led the way and my uncle remained in the back to help any stragglers. Spoiler alert: I was a straggler. My first time out, I turned the motor up to full throttle as everyone else in the group pulled away. <img data-attachment-id="1316" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/bicycle-1300317/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png" data-orig-size="1785,1920" 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="bicycle-1300317" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=279" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=665" class=" wp-image-1316 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=437&#038;h=470" alt="bicycle-1300317" width="437" height="470" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=437&amp;h=470 437w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=874&amp;h=940 874w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=139&amp;h=150 139w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=279&amp;h=300 279w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/bicycle-1300317.png?w=768&amp;h=826 768w" sizes="(max-width: 437px) 100vw, 437px" /></p> <p>As they disappeared from sight, my uncle checked my bike and realized that I had the motor on the lowest setting. Even with it maxed out, I could barely approach a decent speed. After he told me how to fix it, I took off with the wind blowing in my hair. <span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2c3338;font-family:'Noto Serif', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">We rode through the countryside and neighborhoods.</span></p> <p>Nothing could stop me now.</p> <p>Until I started to hear a flapping sound. And my bike felt a little sluggish.</p> <p>Yes, I had a flat tire. My uncle drove home to get a pickup.</p> <p>The next day, we headed out again with the tires on my borrowed bike once more in working order. We raced along the route with my aunt in the lead. As we passed the place where my tire had given out the day before, crowds threw rose petals and trumpets blew &#8212; or maybe my fellow riders jokingly congratulated me.</p> <p>Not too long after we passed the point of victory, my bike seemed to grow a lot heavier on the way up a hill. In fact, it felt like my motor had given out entirely. I checked my speedometer and realized that the reason my motor felt like it had died was because it had died.</p> <p>For the remaining distance home, I was on me-power and me-power only. The wind still blew through my hair, but not quite as strongly as it had before.</p> <p>Our visit ended before we could go for another bike ride. I think this is probably a good thing, since bad things come in three, and I kind of wondered what would be next.</p> <p>Flat tires and tired motors aside, I realized I love biking. I have now started riding back home. There&#8217;s a lot to be said for biking. One can enjoy the beauty of God&#8217;s creation. One can exercise. One can breathe fresh air.<img data-attachment-id="1317" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/24/e-bikes-and-me-powered-bikes/emotions-2713109_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg" data-orig-size="300,176" 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="emotions-2713109_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=300" class=" size-full wp-image-1317 alignleft" style="color:#2c3338;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;outline-color:#777777;outline-style:solid;outline-width:1px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=665" alt="emotions-2713109_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/emotions-2713109_640-e1571942452928.jpg?w=150 150w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></p> <p>And if one is me, one can find a lot of excuses to laugh.</p> <p>&#8220;A joyful heart is good medicine.&#8221; Proverbs 17:22</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Heading to Essen Spiel 2019? Check Out These Games! http://www.freelanceknight.com/heading-to-essen-spiel-2019-check-out-these-games/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:5be9065a-5b1b-014b-02df-e6ca887c3bb6 Thu, 24 Oct 2019 07:13:22 -0400 <p>Sorry I am a week late on this, so I am posting this mid-week rather than waiting until Friday. My back surgery and recovery has me off-kilter so my schedules are off. With Essen Spiel 2019 starting today, I wanted to&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/heading-to-essen-spiel-2019-check-out-these-games/">Heading to Essen Spiel 2019? Check Out These Games!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> A Kind-of World Series Fan http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=27768 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:955930f9-0bdb-d4fb-24b6-4094b3717d85 Wed, 23 Oct 2019 09:05:05 -0400 Like many Hoosiers, I am addicted to basketball. I count the days until the season’s first games, even watching Little Sisters of the Poor battle St. Insignificant. I will referee the NCAA finals forever and ever, amen. To my utter surprise, I also have become a baseball fan. Not that I didn’t love baseball as [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-Cropped-SteveRachaelWrigley.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27777" width="244" height="479" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-Cropped-SteveRachaelWrigley.jpg 237w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-Cropped-SteveRachaelWrigley-153x300.jpg 153w" sizes="(max-width: 244px) 100vw, 244px" /></figure></div> <p>Like many Hoosiers, I am addicted to basketball. I count the days until the season’s first games, even watching Little Sisters of the Poor battle St. Insignificant. I will referee the NCAA finals forever and ever, amen.</p> <p>To my utter surprise, I also have become a baseball fan.</p> <p>Not that I didn’t love baseball as a child. In our tiny town, baseball comprised a weighty part of recess and sweltering-summer-evening entertainment. Teams ranged from two to nine players. We often invented convenient ghosts to run bases who were called out by nonexistent referees. I even played benchwarmer for the Taylorsville Hillbillies (and no, I am not making that up).</p> <p>But that passion did not translate to professional baseball. I remember the World Series because boys smuggled transistor radios and earphones into class. Mr. Daily, my sixth grade teacher, also got in trouble for teaching while thus plugged in. I got in enough trouble for other reasons, so I skipped the Series.</p> <p>Baseball reawakening took place decades later when I moved to northern Indiana. Vast numbers of Chicago Cubs fans thrived there, despite their not having won a World Series since 1908. My friend Joleen didn’t miss a Cubs opening day for 40 years. The Cubs did win a doubleheader the day she passed away. In her honor, I became their fan forever.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-bsunday-cover.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27764" width="183" height="295"/><figcaption>My out-of-print biography about Billy Sunday can still be purchased on Amazon and other online sources.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>At the time, I was writing a book about Billy Sunday, an evangelist. Billy, a speed-of-light base runner, played for the Chicago White Stockings during the 1880s (which, paradoxically, later became the Cubs). Sadly, Billy suffered from Cubs Disease, a malady that survives to the present, in which batters develop a severe allergy to RBIs. Regardless, I cheered for Billy as the White Stockings/Cubs battled St. Louis in World Series contests.</p> <p>When the Cubs finally won the Series in 2016, we fans anticipated blowing out the competition every year.</p> <p>That has not happened.</p> <p>Still, less than desirable World Series contests can prove advantageous. Due to lack of emotional investment, a kind-of fan wastes less time actually watching games. Instead, a “viewer” can sort socks, clip coupons, give herself a pedicure, address early Christmas cards and paint the family room ceiling — all during the first inning.</p> <p>Who says watching TV sports accomplishes nothing?</p> <p>Kind-of fans also sleep more than rabid World Series viewers. They doze throughout the game and retire early. This ensures productivity the next day — although well-rested fans discover the next morning that teams, indignant at abandonment, hit 15 runs.</p> <p>A kind-of fan avoids the strain/overexcitement of winning the World Series.</p> <p>At least, that’s what Cubs fans have been telling each other since 2016.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-chicago-cubs-w-vertical-flag-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27765" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-chicago-cubs-w-vertical-flag-1.jpg 345w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-chicago-cubs-w-vertical-flag-1-150x150.jpg 150w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191023-chicago-cubs-w-vertical-flag-1-300x300.jpg 300w" sizes="(max-width: 345px) 100vw, 345px" /></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary: </strong>Do you watch the World Series?</p> Week 42 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/week-42.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c6250aeb-d3c2-3df8-7b92-fb1e280492c9 Tue, 22 Oct 2019 16:41:02 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fall is in full swing! I am enjoying the welcome decor that came together.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ha, notice the reflections in the photo. Smile.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4f7YlzTjOQ/Xa4ZT71QWWI/AAAAAAAAXTs/MHxXQj6RcacpmXGOorxu1EGN8C1Yi-K9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73177410_10100850756196176_1211284634076184576_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="1335" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z4f7YlzTjOQ/Xa4ZT71QWWI/AAAAAAAAXTs/MHxXQj6RcacpmXGOorxu1EGN8C1Yi-K9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/73177410_10100850756196176_1211284634076184576_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">The lovely tree sculpture Stephan carved is gradually deteriorating, but still draws the attention of all who stop by. This week alone I handed out two pamphlets--a trifold with original photos and an explanation of all the icons that tell the story of our lives</span><span style="text-align: start;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">Taylor University's fall break was over the long weekend. Moriah went home for four days.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">Five international students, who'd remained on campus, came with us to Stephan's meal. It was fun to have a larger crowd.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CudrGQiQYjA/Xa3_TIpAaKI/AAAAAAAAXSM/sM8T8O9NDegfxKCm2VFogL2TaRnj8_F8ACEwYBhgL/s1600/73032528_10100848234474726_4699100727593664512_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CudrGQiQYjA/Xa3_TIpAaKI/AAAAAAAAXSM/sM8T8O9NDegfxKCm2VFogL2TaRnj8_F8ACEwYBhgL/s640/73032528_10100848234474726_4699100727593664512_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Michael puts in long hours daily at the Matthews future robotics shop. His undivided focus <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I suppose that is the definition of <i>focus</i>) </span>reminds me of the three years he spent building our house before we could even move in. He said <i>NO! </i>to any and every other commitment other than his job and the house project.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_MUMjyv8Ok/Xa9Zc6OUx8I/AAAAAAAAXUY/fTdL5kVEj_cTIMWmP14z1YmxTCJ-c706gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72683902_10100850865841446_3906746937281347584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N_MUMjyv8Ok/Xa9Zc6OUx8I/AAAAAAAAXUY/fTdL5kVEj_cTIMWmP14z1YmxTCJ-c706gCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/72683902_10100850865841446_3906746937281347584_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One evening a few team students from the Indiana Academy came and helped hang studs and cut wood inserts.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxsfMSRyaD0/Xa4KW5d6r2I/AAAAAAAAXTE/nyQvegRWStUh5Pw4_PQzb1B-K9_Gy_f8wCEwYBhgL/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2BS%2BN%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="1600" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxsfMSRyaD0/Xa4KW5d6r2I/AAAAAAAAXTE/nyQvegRWStUh5Pw4_PQzb1B-K9_Gy_f8wCEwYBhgL/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2BS%2BN%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The studs go up first, next spacers are fitted between them mid wall (notice on right of photo below).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">The metal sheets are attached above and screwed into each board for stability.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw1vzVE6L7Y/Xa9Yz4ts5vI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/UeBGozrELFor9fHD1e1MjBXVRTGuwV2nwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/74294395_10100851241194236_248586608238919680_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw1vzVE6L7Y/Xa9Yz4ts5vI/AAAAAAAAXUQ/UeBGozrELFor9fHD1e1MjBXVRTGuwV2nwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/74294395_10100851241194236_248586608238919680_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The various necessary cutouts take the most time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ4mKyQH88k/Xa9dvW_FHoI/AAAAAAAAXUk/-elCkdKafqIk-fq8wkrPOOmqcIsrFWs4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/73423475_10100851246748106_1224498981430624256_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1440" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ4mKyQH88k/Xa9dvW_FHoI/AAAAAAAAXUk/-elCkdKafqIk-fq8wkrPOOmqcIsrFWs4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/73423475_10100851246748106_1224498981430624256_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael is working very steadily because he leaves next week on a hunting trip out west.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H55C35iSGGA/Xa4KXkzOjMI/AAAAAAAAXTM/r1hsu2tjTdoDiNi8fRiOmTupISKPRTmSwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Matt%2Bshop%2Bwhite%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1372" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H55C35iSGGA/Xa4KXkzOjMI/AAAAAAAAXTM/r1hsu2tjTdoDiNi8fRiOmTupISKPRTmSwCEwYBhgL/s640/Matt%2Bshop%2Bwhite%2Bwalls%2BCollage.jpg" width="548" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His work is paying off. It's looking good!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday night was Family Night at Basics, so I got to walk around and observe Rebecca's participation in the program.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Moriah, no longer sick, was there for the first time this semester.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le7k81hLCDg/Xa4dYkBViRI/AAAAAAAAXT4/pu64ZTVmGqMWEo0eiwC1nRqmsLcRMxj4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Basics%2BJr.%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1368" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le7k81hLCDg/Xa4dYkBViRI/AAAAAAAAXT4/pu64ZTVmGqMWEo0eiwC1nRqmsLcRMxj4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Basics%2BJr.%2BCollage.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday morning was the opening/dedication ceremony for the new Upland trail. It was a beautiful day.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lot of people came out to celebrate and try out this wonderful addition to our community.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIr6VcNqllo/Xa4KYmfNvSI/AAAAAAAAXTM/NASrGUvgi78Tm8fPwhMnsvUHzVRSaJdHwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Trailway%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIr6VcNqllo/Xa4KYmfNvSI/AAAAAAAAXTM/NASrGUvgi78Tm8fPwhMnsvUHzVRSaJdHwCEwYBhgL/s640/Trailway%2BCollage.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was a very exciting week for two of our friends from the Writers' Bloc--Dan's book came out and Tamara's play debuted!&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/-5mhtCQ3qnnY/Xa4KW5F4kvI/AAAAAAAAXS8/6nvfpOMjBQwwrmybH8XgwQEpRAl1YVALQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Dan%2BFuller%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1410" data-original-width="1600" height="281" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mhtCQ3qnnY/Xa4KW5F4kvI/AAAAAAAAXS8/6nvfpOMjBQwwrmybH8XgwQEpRAl1YVALQCEwYBhgL/s320/Dan%2BFuller%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Although we'd read and critiqued some of Dan's chapters in our group meetings, to read the novel straight through as a whole, is far better.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is hard to put down!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOIBJ8U98C8/Xa8hss-O5wI/AAAAAAAAXUE/E8LruP1lN0kCxcAc8eB0tYLG5-yrAYY7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Tamara%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1272" data-original-width="1600" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOIBJ8U98C8/Xa8hss-O5wI/AAAAAAAAXUE/E8LruP1lN0kCxcAc8eB0tYLG5-yrAYY7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Tamara%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I was so glad to be able to attend the final performance of Tamara's play--well written and directed and with a strong message. I certainly hope it is not the last time it sees the stage.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I celebrate both of my writer-friends. They inspire me to work steadily on my story.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael models the focus and dedication I need to bring it to completion.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/mFMsD_kPOD0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: What Calendar? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=27674 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:1b8ab01f-80d2-dddc-d528-98063e42ee76 Mon, 21 Oct 2019 04:35:45 -0400 O Lord, In the middle of October, I just took down my spring daffodil wreath. Aren’t you proud of me? I put up my autumn wreath 10 whole days before Halloween! OMG, I’m sure glad that You organize Your seasons much better than I do mine. <p>O Lord, In the middle of October, I just took down my spring daffodil wreath. Aren’t you proud of me? I put up my autumn wreath 10 whole days before Halloween!</p> <p>OMG, I’m sure glad that You organize Your seasons much better than I do mine.</p> <ul class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191018_DaffodilWreath.jpg" alt="" data-id="27675" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=27675" class="wp-image-27675"/></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/20191018_AutumnWreath.jpg" alt="" data-id="27676" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=27676" class="wp-image-27676"/></figure></li></ul> Personal Note – Working Again! http://www.freelanceknight.com/personal-note-working-again/ Freelance Knight urn:uuid:7515d8e4-d3e4-343e-12d5-5ce303780bde Fri, 18 Oct 2019 05:30:54 -0400 <p>I made it! I have returned to my office and resumed work a week after back surgery. Hurray for modern medicine! Amazed at how well I have recovered so far. I still have weeks, likely months, of recovery and rehabilitation&#8230; </p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com/personal-note-working-again/">Personal Note &#8211; Working Again!</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.freelanceknight.com">Freelance Knight</a>.</p> Week 41 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/week-41.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:2470534a-00d2-9c4c-2d4f-70a161f8d195 Wed, 16 Oct 2019 22:49:55 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lovely fall weather held out for most of the week, and again I enjoyed several half hour walks. When possible I'd catch a ride in the morning with either Moriah or Michael to the corner of the campus and then take a different route home each time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq9VGUaHJYg/XacWsMZlloI/AAAAAAAAXRQ/mgPgIOyzC3UIeuHoF3d9P-5tJocZwANwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72739900_10100846794705036_1950125979443658752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq9VGUaHJYg/XacWsMZlloI/AAAAAAAAXRQ/mgPgIOyzC3UIeuHoF3d9P-5tJocZwANwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/72739900_10100846794705036_1950125979443658752_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The university president's house in the background</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah told me about the gift given to the university this year by the graduating class of 1969 to celebrate their 50th anniversary--a fountain symbolizing the servant leader concept exemplified by the towel each graduate receives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VKzvPnLAak/XadiiIzz37I/AAAAAAAAXRg/M6u5lXEDkxEWh6IkW0t_qdgZJeZ0T_IxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/class%2Bgift%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VKzvPnLAak/XadiiIzz37I/AAAAAAAAXRg/M6u5lXEDkxEWh6IkW0t_qdgZJeZ0T_IxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/class%2Bgift%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I also noticed last year's class gift, an enhancement of the area surrounding the bell tower with plaques explaining the guiding concepts of the institution.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca5ZQX3P3BA/XacVTP37-FI/AAAAAAAAXRE/YuJJrCDHQhAR_4EaNfmJueyOFSwUAED3gCEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Btower%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca5ZQX3P3BA/XacVTP37-FI/AAAAAAAAXRE/YuJJrCDHQhAR_4EaNfmJueyOFSwUAED3gCEwYBhgL/s640/TU%2Btower%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael gets his exercise working long days at the Matthews shop. Even so he tries to go out for a bicycle ride when time and weather allow.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I enjoy sharing a lunch with him there most days. Occasionally visitors stop in. Kayla surprised us one day, and Leah joined us the next day for lunch. Most often one or more of the other mentors drop by to help in some way.&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/-NSN49PLBD7I/XacVTVa6obI/AAAAAAAAXRI/mHHGSzsO8fE-u3zOI_iyhmTq523g2NbSgCEwYBhgL/s1600/shop%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1345" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSN49PLBD7I/XacVTVa6obI/AAAAAAAAXRI/mHHGSzsO8fE-u3zOI_iyhmTq523g2NbSgCEwYBhgL/s640/shop%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" width="570" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gradually the old building of 100 lives, is taking on a new identity. If the walls could talk there'd be so many stories to tell. These are remnants from the past. Do you recognize the flag?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUb3u1t9bTE/XacVPhHCW3I/AAAAAAAAXQ8/nP3sZQ_0weITbHLTTQQmdv7g2hUyHHqMgCEwYBhgL/s1600/100%2Blives%2Bwall%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUb3u1t9bTE/XacVPhHCW3I/AAAAAAAAXQ8/nP3sZQ_0weITbHLTTQQmdv7g2hUyHHqMgCEwYBhgL/s400/100%2Blives%2Bwall%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A sweet memory this week was when Jude was born June 8 seven years ago. I was so privileged to be there. The blanket I knit for him was one he treasured and carried around till it fell apart!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9lvX-FTdcc/XadlGHKD_GI/AAAAAAAAXRs/uYvcO5SHo5IEhTBsIqkIjiQrD3nLTZMdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/JUDE%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="1600" height="293" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9lvX-FTdcc/XadlGHKD_GI/AAAAAAAAXRs/uYvcO5SHo5IEhTBsIqkIjiQrD3nLTZMdACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/JUDE%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here is the finished structure Sam built for his boys motivated by Jude's birthday.</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/-LpPzmoRc7Y8/XafM1JqvbNI/AAAAAAAAXR4/ZoXEJmnPodA0ZQYEaV3my9IokfZZu-gRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/72632553_10162510643995594_4184750970531479552_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpPzmoRc7Y8/XafM1JqvbNI/AAAAAAAAXR4/ZoXEJmnPodA0ZQYEaV3my9IokfZZu-gRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/72632553_10162510643995594_4184750970531479552_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was the week of fall break, so the family took off for Kentucky (minus Malachi, the college student) combining a visit to Kristie's grandparents' grave and relatives in the area, and some beautiful recreation sites.</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/-vZ4Ly9Zutdo/XacWsgATKcI/AAAAAAAAXRY/rx1M0PDTYWgmDyOGLl4q-jMed0QJHcD9QCEwYBhgL/s1600/Fall%2Bbreak%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ4Ly9Zutdo/XacWsgATKcI/AAAAAAAAXRY/rx1M0PDTYWgmDyOGLl4q-jMed0QJHcD9QCEwYBhgL/s640/Fall%2Bbreak%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I took Diane and a couple of college students to America's largest War of 1812 living history event at the Mississinewa Battlefield, Marion, Indiana--like taking a step back in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We enjoyed interacting with the vendors and participants dressed in period costumes, playing tunes from the late 18th century and Thomas the storyteller who regaled us with the history, culture, and customs of the Native Americans.</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/-co9JStUOT0k/XacVQMvXzFI/AAAAAAAAXRA/x9LlPhSWtB8psM9LiCl8mwatuQ3uzkMgwCEwYBhgL/s1600/1812%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1047" data-original-width="1600" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co9JStUOT0k/XacVQMvXzFI/AAAAAAAAXRA/x9LlPhSWtB8psM9LiCl8mwatuQ3uzkMgwCEwYBhgL/s640/1812%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were not prepared, however, for the cold wind. The weather had changed so drastically during the night, that even the sunshine was not enough to take the chill off. The two girls from India have not adapted to our Indiana climate yet, so we shared one coat mittens and headband around among 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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOObA83kPj8/XacVPb_50BI/AAAAAAAAXRI/YxhqPa1m7uogPu2FH-8Vky0IJ1BY1fntQCEwYBhgL/s1600/73268240_10100846794265916_7564594596999593984_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="726" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOObA83kPj8/XacVPb_50BI/AAAAAAAAXRI/YxhqPa1m7uogPu2FH-8Vky0IJ1BY1fntQCEwYBhgL/s320/73268240_10100846794265916_7564594596999593984_n.jpg" width="242" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite 1812er and her dolly Goldilocks</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, after early church, I headed up to Grace Village to attend the annual open house of the ARTcare with Grace studio. It was very special to have my brother Alan and his son,visiting from Portland, OR, join us for dinner with Mother.&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/-xKDVIT1Pq0k/XacVTJL8xqI/AAAAAAAAXQw/mH3PIhH73j4KKadCX5zNo58mEauw3nCsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/ARTcare%2Bopen%2Bhouse%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKDVIT1Pq0k/XacVTJL8xqI/AAAAAAAAXQw/mH3PIhH73j4KKadCX5zNo58mEauw3nCsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/ARTcare%2Bopen%2Bhouse%2BCollage.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>In the studio we spread out all of Mother's paintings and could hardly believe how many there were. She picked out her favorite. I have since framed it to hang in her room.<br /><br />There you have it, another full week, and only 11 more to go in 2019!<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/hdCZCE6DKx4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> He and She Share a Bathroom http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=27599 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:9b5b6f71-f781-95bd-3d69-46cd58021fcf Wed, 16 Oct 2019 05:24:07 -0400 When the plumber announced the death of my bathroom’s leaky shower and faucets, I didn’t cry, though I’d repainted the bathroom less than two years ago. Even the cost didn’t shake me — much. No, the crisis struck when I shared my husband’s bathroom. My dearly beloved turned white as his bathroom tile. Anxiously, I [&#8230;] <p>When the plumber announced the death of my bathroom’s leaky shower and faucets, I didn’t cry, though I’d repainted the bathroom less than two years ago. Even the cost didn’t shake me — much.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-shower-head-shower-1502736_1920-e1571150591606-1024x695.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27614" width="429" height="291" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-shower-head-shower-1502736_1920-e1571150591606-1024x695.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-shower-head-shower-1502736_1920-e1571150591606-300x204.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-shower-head-shower-1502736_1920-e1571150591606-768x522.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-shower-head-shower-1502736_1920-e1571150591606-624x424.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 429px) 100vw, 429px" /></figure></div> <p>No, the crisis struck when I shared my husband’s bathroom.</p> <p>My dearly beloved turned white as his bathroom tile.</p> <p>Anxiously, I prodded the plumber: “This is only for a few days, right?”</p> <p>Well, the drywall had suffered water damage and needed repair. &#8230;</p> <p>Hubby and I have survived 80-hour work weeks, colic, soccer seasons, crabgrass, teen drivers, four family members in college, menopause, and choosing movies. Though our last remodeling project broke me out in hives, and Hubby considered leaving the country, we knew we would handle this one better.</p> <p>Mainly because someone else would do it.</p> <p>Our optimism lasted, maybe, ten minutes.</p> <p>According to him, I committed the first trespass: I moved things. The soap dispenser. The drinking cup. The wastebasket. Simple little adjustments to meet my lefty needs.</p> <p>He crossed his arms. “They belong on the right.”</p> <p>I crossed mine. “This is in the Bible?”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-brown-towels-pic-from-191014-Towels.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27613" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-brown-towels-pic-from-191014-Towels.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-brown-towels-pic-from-191014-Towels-203x300.jpg 203w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure></div> <p>Not only did Hubby and I cross theological swords, but my hairbrush and toothbrush played unauthorized games of hide-and-seek. My wrinkle cream vanished, creating a world crisis of epic proportions.</p> <p>My husband disagreed. The world crisis of epic proportions was created when I used his rare and wonderful tooth floss instead of my cheapo brand.</p> <p>Sharing a bathroom with Hubby was like living in a hotel where you have to scrub the toilet and wash towels.</p> <p>Speaking of towels, I must say he exhibited surprising patience when I jammed his rack with mine. I, however, struggled with sharing bathroom space with his big, brown fuzzies.</p> <p>   <strong>SHE:</strong> Those towels shed brown, hairy stuff everywhere. It’s like sharing a bathroom with Smokey the Bear.</p> <p>   <strong>HE:</strong> You bought them.</p> <p>   <strong>SHE:</strong> You always make a big deal out of nothing.</p> <p>He does, you know. When I suggested his shower be checked by the plumber, too, he acted as if I had suggested we amend the Constitution. “Don’t touch it. I like my shower.”</p> <p>“Don’t you want a flexible nozzle like mine? It helps in cleaning out the shower.” </p> <p>That didn’t appear an issue to him.</p> <p>Days passed.</p> <p>Drywall had to dry. Several times.</p> <p>Days passed.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter is-resized"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathroom-paint-933395_1920-1024x597.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-27612" width="604" height="350"/></figure></div> <p>I had to repaint. (What happened to “someone else would do this”?)</p> <p>The paint had to dry.</p> <p>I repainted again.</p> <p>And so on.</p> <p>Somehow, our marriage survivor skills saw us through.</p> <p>When his cherished showerhead breaks someday, I’ll graciously share my lovely, left-handed bathroom with him.</p> <p>But with Smokey the Bear and his towels? No way.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image"><img src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathtub-3629302_1280-1024x681.png" alt="" class="wp-image-27618" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathtub-3629302_1280-1024x681.png 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathtub-3629302_1280-300x199.png 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathtub-3629302_1280-768x511.png 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathtub-3629302_1280-624x415.png 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/191016-bathtub-3629302_1280.png 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What First-World adjustments have you and your spouse made lately?</p> Exhaustion and Dining Companions https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:fb07e01b-dc43-01f2-efef-9ac31f349ec9 Fri, 11 Oct 2019 17:25:39 -0400 Moving is exhausting. Writing conferences are exhausting. Vacations are exhausting. So, of course, it made sense to pack them as close together as pickles in a jar. In the last few weeks, I moved from the house I lived in for ten years, prepared and left for a writing conference in San Antonio, and decided &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Exhaustion and Dining&#160;Companions</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1299" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_111048/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.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;1569409848&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;6&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;32&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0013333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_111048" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=168" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=573" class=" wp-image-1299 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=632&#038;h=1129" alt="20190925_111048" width="632" height="1129" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=632&amp;h=1129 632w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=1264&amp;h=2258 1264w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=84&amp;h=150 84w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=168&amp;h=300 168w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=768&amp;h=1373 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_111048.jpg?w=573&amp;h=1024 573w" sizes="(max-width: 632px) 100vw, 632px" /></p> <p>Moving is exhausting. Writing conferences are exhausting. Vacations are exhausting. So, of course, it made sense to pack them as close together as pickles in a jar. In the last few weeks, I moved from the house I lived in for ten years, prepared and left for a writing conference in San Antonio, and decided to drop in on friends and family in Oregon&#8211;it was only a few thousand miles out of the way&#8211;before heading back to Indiana.</p> <p>As you can imagine, finding time to write has been about as easy as finding a place cold enough to wear a parka in San Antonio. This trip was my first visit to the city, and I struggled to keep my body from morphing from solid to liquid form in the overwhelming heat.</p> <p>I wonder how I ever survived living in Brazil.</p> <p>I&#8217;ll be sharing more about my conference experiences in my newsletter (<a href="http://eepurl.com/gwT2F1">to sign up click here</a>), but first I would like to tell you about some of my dining companions.</p> <p>We were walking along the San Antonio Riverwalk when we stopped for lunch at a Tex-Mex restaurant. Our dining companions greeted us before the waitress.</p> <a href='https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_114621/#main'><img width="150" height="84" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=150&#038;h=84" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px" data-attachment-id="1302" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_114621/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" 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;1569411981&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0031055900621118&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_114621" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114621.jpg?w=665" /></a> <a href='https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_112853/#main'><img width="84" height="150" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=84&#038;h=150" class="attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail" alt="" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=84 84w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=168 168w" sizes="(max-width: 84px) 100vw, 84px" data-attachment-id="1300" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_112853/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.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;1569410933&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0009478672985782&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_112853" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=168" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_112853.jpg?w=573" /></a> <p>Mrs. D was quite the hungry dining companion. At first, she was polite in her requests that we share our meals. Gradually, she grew more insistent as she did her best to clarify that she would really like a bit of sustenance. Her method of accomplishing this was to tug at our pants. When we ignored her, she tugged harder and still harder as she struggled to make us understand. She vocalized her needs, but we&#8211;cruel people that we are&#8211;ignored her. Her family and friends hovered nearby.</p> <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1301" style="width: 395px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1301" data-attachment-id="1301" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_114618/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" 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;1569411978&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0018450184501845&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_114618" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=665" class=" wp-image-1301 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=385&#038;h=217" alt="20190925_114618" width="385" height="217" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=385&amp;h=217 385w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=770&amp;h=434 770w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_114618.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w" sizes="(max-width: 385px) 100vw, 385px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1301" class="wp-caption-text">Mrs. D</p></div> <p>Then there were the rest of the audience who were silent but gawked at us with open mouths. They each wore bright red lipstick to outline their gaping mouths, which they opened and closed to demonstrate where the food would go should we choose to share.</p> <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1303" style="width: 278px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1303" data-attachment-id="1303" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_115943/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" 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;1569412783&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;6&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;32&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0083333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_115943" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=665" class=" wp-image-1303 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=268&#038;h=151" alt="20190925_115943" width="268" height="151" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=268&amp;h=151 268w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=536&amp;h=302 536w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=150&amp;h=84 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_115943.jpg?w=300&amp;h=169 300w" sizes="(max-width: 268px) 100vw, 268px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1303" class="wp-caption-text">The Lipsticked Audience</p></div> <p>We finally rewarded their persistence by crushing leftover chips and throwing them into the water. Lest that sound rude, I should probably clarify that the dining companions were ducks and tilapia.</p> <p>Eating on the sidewalk café may have been hot&#8211;and left me with a sunburn on only one side of my neck&#8211;but I always will remember my dining companions.</p> <p>Even if they were a bit less than human.</p> <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1304" style="width: 4042px" class="wp-caption alignnone"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1304" data-attachment-id="1304" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/10/11/exhaustion-and-dining-companions/20190925_120001/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg" data-orig-size="4032,2268" 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;1569412801&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0041152263374486&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="20190925_120001" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=665" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1304" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=665" alt="20190925_120001" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=665 665w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=1330 1330w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=300 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=768 768w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/20190925_120001.jpg?w=1024 1024w" sizes="(max-width: 665px) 100vw, 665px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1304" class="wp-caption-text">They were finally rewarded for their patience.</p></div> <p>Have you ever had a unique dining companion?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Homecomings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/homecomings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:51d98123-db0e-7f1a-7eea-29df2a61b361 Tue, 08 Oct 2019 14:57:04 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Loving the early morning walks this fall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvtklwx2reI/XZuglu4vOxI/AAAAAAAAXNw/29SAMxhIiZEGBlyRiqPhgHGixl3xNObQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71292799_10100842492172346_510394298340999168_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pvtklwx2reI/XZuglu4vOxI/AAAAAAAAXNw/29SAMxhIiZEGBlyRiqPhgHGixl3xNObQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/71292799_10100842492172346_510394298340999168_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Enjoying the few seasonal decorations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvNqrEZpQQA/XZugaLwFndI/AAAAAAAAXNs/EtlNEwD85IwdtgqXS7paa4xILjq_4xJLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/fall%2Bdecor%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="1600" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvNqrEZpQQA/XZugaLwFndI/AAAAAAAAXNs/EtlNEwD85IwdtgqXS7paa4xILjq_4xJLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/fall%2Bdecor%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ivan (Hoyt sibling #4) and Kim's Indiana business trip allowed for several visits with Mother.&nbsp; Monday morning, the last time, they joined her in the ARTcare studio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMyDQ3UmwiI/XZugYWKXipI/AAAAAAAAXN0/6yrRJrzshfYE2WfjobvrvafN-k6g_N9WQCEwYBhgL/s1600/72107963_10100842495321036_2190581278288379904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="960" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMyDQ3UmwiI/XZugYWKXipI/AAAAAAAAXN0/6yrRJrzshfYE2WfjobvrvafN-k6g_N9WQCEwYBhgL/s640/72107963_10100842495321036_2190581278288379904_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon, on the way to the airport to head back to Las Vegas, they had enough time to drop by for a visit and even stop at the shop where Mike spends every day plugging away at the huge restoration project.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I go every day, for a short visit, with a lunch to share,&nbsp;and to see and document the progress on the building. Michael looks very tired, but doggedly determined to persevere to the end. Occasionally a friend comes by to help.</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/-mbuYD4bvq_E/XZugaFxyZmI/AAAAAAAAXOE/DGODoLQThnwT4INQHNnF-Rdsfi3WnqPUACEwYBhgL/s1600/Mattshop%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbuYD4bvq_E/XZugaFxyZmI/AAAAAAAAXOE/DGODoLQThnwT4INQHNnF-Rdsfi3WnqPUACEwYBhgL/s640/Mattshop%2Bwork%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday was Grandparents' Day for Royerton Elementary. Jude is in 1st grade and Zion in 4th. Sadly, Zion was sick and couldn't be there. Strangely enough, the same thing happened last year. <i>Pobrecito.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, poor Jude also! Grandma (that would be me) wrote down the wrong time, and didn't make it in time for the planned classroom activity and tour of the school. He had been so excited anticipating my visit. So sad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I did, however, arrive in time for the entire first grade program in the auditorium. He must not have seen me make my grand entrance across to the left side and wave to him. He looked so sad throughout, like he didn't care about any one else in the audience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrfDqy6-CHg/XZynaLxftwI/AAAAAAAAXOY/EVW1R9yPPu0XyjJedQX43ofOT-fCPMqogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Jude%2BGPs%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="1600" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrfDqy6-CHg/XZynaLxftwI/AAAAAAAAXOY/EVW1R9yPPu0XyjJedQX43ofOT-fCPMqogCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Jude%2BGPs%2Bday%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After their music performance, the classes were dismissed. I followed Jude's line closely all around the school, trying to catch up with him. He was up front close to the teacher. As I was approaching, I heard him say, "I wonder why my grandma didn't come." Just then I caught up with him and said, "Because your grandma made a mistake."&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kind teacher allowed me in the classroom and we completed the fun activity with questions such as, "What was your favorite lunch when you were in elementary school?" I had to explain that we did not have lunch at school in Argentina, we either went to school all morning or all afternoon. Then I got to take home this sweet note.</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/-IrBAgsBSRe0/XZzWAfYBt5I/AAAAAAAAXOo/lDeHMpEA-yUN2RiTscvR596Qecd9Kt3PACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/CCI10082019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1600" height="249" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrBAgsBSRe0/XZzWAfYBt5I/AAAAAAAAXOo/lDeHMpEA-yUN2RiTscvR596Qecd9Kt3PACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/CCI10082019.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Kayla's 28th birthday, October 5, she asked that we have a Friday evening Waffle and Game Night. I made a high protein&nbsp;waffle mix (1 cup cottage cheese, 4 eggs, 1/2 cup flour . . .), Leah prepared bacon, and we had a grand variety of fruit, jam and syrup toppings. The The waffles were a big hit, especially with peaches.</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/-G-y1_UKi-yA/XZuix54TQZI/AAAAAAAAXOM/bw7UovJH6B85-_hO9jrSxQ9ueKwZL3f6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kayla%2B28%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="1600" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-y1_UKi-yA/XZuix54TQZI/AAAAAAAAXOM/bw7UovJH6B85-_hO9jrSxQ9ueKwZL3f6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kayla%2B28%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla brought some favorite games. A long Monopoly session took precedence. Unfortunately, the birthday-girl was the first one out. Matt, her brilliant husband, won.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca and I went for a walk through a path in the woods, and Winnie the Pooch, our neighbors' dog, followed us back.</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/-xo7A1wJT3q0/XZugYWmtj4I/AAAAAAAAXN8/t2BI20u6UXA4DsyTZnAY8rIyoQZ3GDCwQCEwYBhgL/s1600/71670489_10100842421084806_6466092423977107456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="960" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xo7A1wJT3q0/XZugYWmtj4I/AAAAAAAAXN8/t2BI20u6UXA4DsyTZnAY8rIyoQZ3GDCwQCEwYBhgL/s640/71670489_10100842421084806_6466092423977107456_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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I attended two Homecoming events: bright and early, the 5K at Taylor; and later the Golden Gathering at Grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Immediately after the last physical therapy session, I returned to the year-long&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;"><a href="https://www.taylor.edu/news/taylor-partnership-launches-diabetes-prevention-program">InVitATION</a>&nbsp;</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;">(Inspiring Vitality and Transformation in our Neighborhood)</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: inherit;">&nbsp;program which I'd begun in January and discontinued temporarily after the accident.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: inherit;">One of the goals I'd been working on was to build in more movement into my schedule, and increased intensity. Specifically, I had wanted to challenge myself to participate in a 5K race once a month. That has not worked out as I hoped, but I just couldn't miss the one opportunity so very close to home and on a beautiful day. I was the only female in my age category so I received a First Place medal.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4uJ0a5C-9w/XZugYqR20TI/AAAAAAAAXN4/V9GHUb3xgD0TQw-t1CIrpnubPwWbJgtTACEwYBhgL/s1600/72200297_10100842396229616_5955544374396846080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="762" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4uJ0a5C-9w/XZugYqR20TI/AAAAAAAAXN4/V9GHUb3xgD0TQw-t1CIrpnubPwWbJgtTACEwYBhgL/s320/72200297_10100842396229616_5955544374396846080_n.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, the best part of the experience was that a former student recognized me and I got to meet his family! He was a Freshman in my Spanish class at Taylor.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRovuVIGLr8/XZugYQUXwyI/AAAAAAAAXN0/vfEZlxaynEM82Zrg8V28JJlwbuMO191IQCEwYBhgL/s1600/71905841_10100841264787036_1212362889910812672_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1440" height="443" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRovuVIGLr8/XZugYQUXwyI/AAAAAAAAXN0/vfEZlxaynEM82Zrg8V28JJlwbuMO191IQCEwYBhgL/s640/71905841_10100841264787036_1212362889910812672_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carter, J.R., Bennett, Megan Briggs</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After lunch I set off for Winona Lake, visited with Mother and Aunt Margaret for a bit, and then at 4:30 joined a few dozen Grace alums from 45 years ago or more.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apart from the great meal and learning about the latest developments in the story of Grace College and Seminary, the best part was meeting up with a couple who were missionaries in the Phillippines with whom we had stayed in touch for many years a long time ago. So much to talk about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7n4yWb59GE/XZugY-73kOI/AAAAAAAAXOE/lQ7PeHk8hHo9oWl417_TSU_FRwxWSUtDgCEwYBhgL/s1600/72475338_10100842396189696_8876556056222760960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="866" height="243" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7n4yWb59GE/XZugY-73kOI/AAAAAAAAXOE/lQ7PeHk8hHo9oWl417_TSU_FRwxWSUtDgCEwYBhgL/s400/72475338_10100842396189696_8876556056222760960_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jake and Lillian (Thiessen '64) Leyenaar</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael worked all day with a few other members of the robotics team to clear everything out of Madjax. Sadly, it meant a lot of heavy lifting, not enough help, and the task is not finished.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jude's 7th birthday is coming up, October 8. Sam and Elijah worked three days on an-impossible-to-keep "surprise."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hiof3r_53f8/XZzWAJdipjI/AAAAAAAAXOk/cwdrP0TZdkAm3HPMfDeuzbjZ4m5FTy5lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71882614_10100842396124826_8912343974295896064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hiof3r_53f8/XZzWAJdipjI/AAAAAAAAXOk/cwdrP0TZdkAm3HPMfDeuzbjZ4m5FTy5lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/71882614_10100842396124826_8912343974295896064_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And Saturday afternoon there was a birthday celebration for family and friends, but we could not be everywhere.<br /><br />Enough excitement for one week! How was your week?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/DEGCMTkHZcg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> September's final full week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/10/septembers-final-full-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:dc1d0554-6bcb-b428-9dbf-c568acbd619a Tue, 01 Oct 2019 17:33:12 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The hydrangeas in our front yard are drying up, losing their bright white, taking on pink and green tones, not exactly like the one watercolor tutorial I attempted this week.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oATP0B9ERYU/XZIgraitNmI/AAAAAAAAXL8/ZPsvWSdX3UwdxFb4rKfVJt5E5zVnKNq0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71487449_10100838550940606_3354422093000212480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="627" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oATP0B9ERYU/XZIgraitNmI/AAAAAAAAXL8/ZPsvWSdX3UwdxFb4rKfVJt5E5zVnKNq0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/71487449_10100838550940606_3354422093000212480_n.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>It was my last week of physical therapy. I rode along with Moriah to the Taylor campus, across from the clinic, just another way to get some extra steps in. We saw people looking into the sky. Oh, a beautiful rainbow! There were other sightings that day. A beautiful reminder of God's covenant love, and promise, <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+9%3A8-16&amp;version=HCSB">Genesis 9:8-16</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4JT4ghwAjw/XZIgaE500_I/AAAAAAAAXLo/S9BINFzTeqM0lAsq3uhPov06Wc0ifqCsACEwYBhgL/s1600/71471721_10100838551763956_4246513025449721856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="825" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4JT4ghwAjw/XZIgaE500_I/AAAAAAAAXLo/S9BINFzTeqM0lAsq3uhPov06Wc0ifqCsACEwYBhgL/s640/71471721_10100838551763956_4246513025449721856_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />On the walk home I explored more of the Taylor University campus. The center building, English Hall, is the one that has taken Moriah, a commuter, into their community.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n-iK81d-0k/XZIgbAQsqrI/AAAAAAAAXL4/JcjNCorXe_YswBrXVEWx1Mj65h-_X_gswCEwYBhgL/s1600/Campus%2Bpics%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="1600" height="76" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n-iK81d-0k/XZIgbAQsqrI/AAAAAAAAXL4/JcjNCorXe_YswBrXVEWx1Mj65h-_X_gswCEwYBhgL/s640/Campus%2Bpics%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I enjoy sharing a lunch with Michael as often as possible while he tackles the enormous project of turning a 19th century building into the new robotics team shop. So far he has spent most of his time at the top of the scissors lift--to replace missing dry wall and tape, tear down the variety of old stuff (pipes, lights, wires), apply primer and three coats of paint. He was having a lot of trouble with the sprayer nozzle clogging. He went to the paint shop, but they didn't have the right kind or size. A painter standing nearby overheard the conversation and offered to look in his truck. He came back with the perfect item and size needed!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_8-OSUDUX8/XZIgaJQ72rI/AAAAAAAAXLs/FIyYykEkK0EIitTfbfyNrLFvDXZ0vF5WQCEwYBhgL/s1600/71185279_10100838551349786_5319210609756078080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_8-OSUDUX8/XZIgaJQ72rI/AAAAAAAAXLs/FIyYykEkK0EIitTfbfyNrLFvDXZ0vF5WQCEwYBhgL/s640/71185279_10100838551349786_5319210609756078080_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another God-encounter happened Monday when I parked at the court house at noon for jury summons appointment. I saw a couple of friends who currently reside in North Carolina. I jumped out of the car, ran up to them and exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" They were in the area and needed to pick up a copy of their marriage license. We agreed to meet with them and a couple other friends at Ivanhoe's (where else?!) on Wednesday. Instead of the popular photo by Garfield, they later posed by the famous Koch tree sculpture.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2veJTJCXWU/XZIgaioCeSI/AAAAAAAAXLw/pq7Nbl6FgiwzYgE_dj95ojBDp4Cu8pAdgCEwYBhgL/s1600/71522451_10100838551404676_6934351499711479808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2veJTJCXWU/XZIgaioCeSI/AAAAAAAAXLw/pq7Nbl6FgiwzYgE_dj95ojBDp4Cu8pAdgCEwYBhgL/s400/71522451_10100838551404676_6934351499711479808_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jon and Carol Shaneyfelt</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Skye's girlfriend was working then and brought me a fresh coffee.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhjHF2A17DQ/XZIgayAMWJI/AAAAAAAAXL0/zFbe-sptpZgGJ7PGg1wAhRqIR6v1m4xSgCEwYBhgL/s1600/72461936_10100838551439606_8322243123119915008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="408" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhjHF2A17DQ/XZIgayAMWJI/AAAAAAAAXL0/zFbe-sptpZgGJ7PGg1wAhRqIR6v1m4xSgCEwYBhgL/s320/72461936_10100838551439606_8322243123119915008_n.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was also the day I looked forward to reading Sam and Kristie's annual celebration testimony of God's amazing grace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam:<br /><i style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px;">What a gift to be free from the chains of addiction and to be given hope and freedom. 19 years ago today God rescued&nbsp;<a class="profileLink" data-hovercard-prefer-more-content-show="1" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1024627350&amp;extragetparams=%7B%22__tn__%22%3A%22%2CdK-R-R%22%2C%22eid%22%3A%22ARBGN5yoqHsGeghV9bKEUIa4PVggwojn07QUYM3Etasa3EzTmibrAzsFDJIuHL0Pj4sOjqMF4MjZ3km4%22%2C%22fref%22%3A%22mentions%22%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/Kristie.R.Koch?__tn__=%2CdK-R-R&amp;eid=ARBGN5yoqHsGeghV9bKEUIa4PVggwojn07QUYM3Etasa3EzTmibrAzsFDJIuHL0Pj4sOjqMF4MjZ3km4&amp;fref=mentions" style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Kristie R. Koch">Kristie</a>&nbsp;and I from the living nightmare of addiction. Only an addict will understand the depravity that comes along with addiction, so much shame, pain, isolation, and darkness. I never thought back then that getting clean would have been possible, but God had other plans for our lives. If you are struggling from addiction please know there is hope, and that hope can bridge the gap between bondage and freedom. Please reach out to someone and ask for help if you’re not sure what to do or how to get out of the trap of addiction. I’m happy to help in any way I can.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px;"><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #1c1e21;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">Kristie:&nbsp;</span></span><i><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Today I celebrate 19 years of recovery and God's deliverance from a life of destruction. While engaged with the Bible today, this verse was included in my reading. It is a promise God's Spirit spoke to me 10 years ago through that Still Small Voice, prior to all my health diagnoses, when I was very frightened. The baby in my womb was being evaluated for a heart defect. I had just left an obstetrician appointment where the midwife seemed more concerned than she could conceal.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px;">&nbsp;I went home and cried out to Jesus for help for my baby, and I heard over and over the words "Isaiah 46:3". I eventually got off my knees and went and got my Bible. I did not have the verse memorized. I wasn't even sure if I had read it before. Yet after reading it, all my fears were calmed. Later my baby, Zion, was found to have no issues with his heart at the neonatal cardiologist's appointment. Since then, He reminds me of this verse frequently. I can rest in His arms. Not only does He promise to carry me and my children, but also He carries all those who call on His Name, who are Children of God. He has carried me through so much and promises to continue to carry me all my life. Praise Him!</span></i></div><div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 6px;"><i>Isaiah 46: 3-4<br />“Listen to me, descendants of Jacob,<br />all you who remain in Israel.<br />I have cared for you since you were born.<br />Yes, I carried you before you were born.<br />4 I will be your God throughout your lifetime—<br />until your hair is white with age.<br />I made you, and I will care for you.<br />I will carry you along and save you.</i></div><div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 6px;"><i><br /></i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6_Vxt10gow/XZIkYOaMlPI/AAAAAAAAXMQ/ACwBBQmOiyEhfLvQPiSW7SVToQdvkxhFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/CCI09302019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1234" data-original-width="1600" height="492" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6_Vxt10gow/XZIkYOaMlPI/AAAAAAAAXMQ/ACwBBQmOiyEhfLvQPiSW7SVToQdvkxhFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/CCI09302019.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;">Friday I was happily able to go to our local Farmers' Market again! I enjoy purchasing goodies from each of the vendors. I spent the most time talking with this couple, the Zapfs. He is a wood carver with vast experience and many stories. He even brought some samples, photo albums, and a book that features his sandstone sculptures on each side of the Indiana State Museum.</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/-ZX6AdDHe_3A/XZIgbjDSivI/AAAAAAAAXMA/r632drEW0zcmfRRhE-KdYBm3WytF0KixQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Mike%2BZapf%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1329" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX6AdDHe_3A/XZIgbjDSivI/AAAAAAAAXMA/r632drEW0zcmfRRhE-KdYBm3WytF0KixQCEwYBhgL/s640/Mike%2BZapf%2BCollage.jpg" width="530" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, son Stephan was at his first woodcarvers event in Kewanna, Indiana. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/stephan.a.koch/videos/pcb.10157920491019767/10157920487574767/?type=3&amp;theater">Here </a>he explains and shows what he made--an owl called Flurry.</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/-n1WWueF1vQw/XZPCH7eGRtI/AAAAAAAAXMc/x6OSQkfgNY0da0o4iJivO8EmqISzCHGvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71823047_10157925284579767_5746201642550689792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="530" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1WWueF1vQw/XZPCH7eGRtI/AAAAAAAAXMc/x6OSQkfgNY0da0o4iJivO8EmqISzCHGvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/71823047_10157925284579767_5746201642550689792_n.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He had carved a piece to take and hopefully sell at the auction--a bench, or is it a bridge?</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/-pQar0OYGjdg/XZPCiuDgOTI/AAAAAAAAXMk/I9xRYaHyc1MgC7BF_xKGaQPOGgNaSYOPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71378059_10157913390579767_7594514176702152704_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="476" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQar0OYGjdg/XZPCiuDgOTI/AAAAAAAAXMk/I9xRYaHyc1MgC7BF_xKGaQPOGgNaSYOPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/71378059_10157913390579767_7594514176702152704_o.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;">Would you be scared of the troll under the bridge?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of bridges. . . here is the bridge Moriah and her J-term <a href="https://www.taylor.edu/travel-and-outreach/lighthouse?fbclid=IwAR0-LQ1sdDfws09mpsVdYCgR4Qh9HrO5L8buPoQItjYyM0_yizbOwVNXrP8">Lighthouse</a> trip put together as a bonding experience this weekend. Looks like a happy crossing. But, of course, there were no trolls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9F9zJrmwGk/XZPD_V39EEI/AAAAAAAAXMw/uInnbuID4McW38WJiCd5g-cwvb9vgWQNACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71144650_749134032188012_8240376437958246400_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1585" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9F9zJrmwGk/XZPD_V39EEI/AAAAAAAAXMw/uInnbuID4McW38WJiCd5g-cwvb9vgWQNACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/71144650_749134032188012_8240376437958246400_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Another full week has flown by, and the month of September is also closing out.<br />Isn't life wonderful?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/d5CtrTNpPl8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Fall Firsts https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/fall-firsts.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5ea263d2-68fe-f94b-3868-186d8378878e Wed, 25 Sep 2019 17:51:46 -0400 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even before the official beginning of fall, the season's programs began--tap, ladies Bible study groups, Basics Jr., Writers' Bloc, MOPS, etc.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://post.futurimedia.com/wbatam/playlist/12/listen-2711.html?cb=1568736660.801638&amp;fbclid=IwAR2tVX7ZBLcEOaBt2CybQsvESMaIP5irpoMA0dgxFkwxs2WZknkVQvI6Q18" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRl4jwrF2Y0/XYpvkK7KYqI/AAAAAAAAXHo/1QhacL6aUOIxxQndCuuChHo7mPLQS2iLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/70362314_2442910972435513_7363373979022655488_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/381817729159451/">Monarchs and More!</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">However, s<span style="text-align: left;">ummer warmth lingered so we went to Stephan and Karen's prepared to get in the pool. T</span>he water temperature was below our old-folk comfort, but we enjoyed sitting on the edge and dipping our toes in. We then persuaded Stephan to bring dinner outside. What a lovely evening and delectable meal!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixVia_MLpLU/XYovYAl9NsI/AAAAAAAAXHc/D8SJCCjFz3UH9kayFI5b7oC9_vnrl5ssgCEwYBhgL/s1600/70554606_10100832270686286_4441059698040373248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixVia_MLpLU/XYovYAl9NsI/AAAAAAAAXHc/D8SJCCjFz3UH9kayFI5b7oC9_vnrl5ssgCEwYBhgL/s640/70554606_10100832270686286_4441059698040373248_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday morning we were up early enough so we listened to the first promo spot about FIRST robotics on a local radio station. Technology allows you to listen to it even yet, a week later (click on the caption below).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHavpoPxsOg/XYou-04LgnI/AAAAAAAAXHE/k1dgp5rpvAMPb85Yg225RmpJHnxN5xcVgCEwYBhgL/s1600/wbatam-1568736660.731962.cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="700" height="332" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHavpoPxsOg/XYou-04LgnI/AAAAAAAAXHE/k1dgp5rpvAMPb85Yg225RmpJHnxN5xcVgCEwYBhgL/s640/wbatam-1568736660.731962.cropped.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://post.futurimedia.com/wbatam/playlist/12/listen-2711.html?cb=1568736660.801638&amp;fbclid=IwAR3f5CVfpE4g9k2G9dvkIFdRy37nLNqRenTMSj7V1CZe7Bv_iBFvJVQNXV8">Shawn VanNess on WBAT</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As a result, that very day, an Ivy Tech administrator stopped by the shop, where Michael has been working almost non-stop all week, and showed great interest in supporting robotics teams.</div><br /><div>Our little group of mature women, the Dancin' Divas (<span style="font-size: x-small;">smile</span>) met again after a three-month summer hiatus. Hopefully muscle-memory will come back. I realized, though, that I cannot do all the accompanying arm motions yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Had to go out after class and admire Kayla's new-to-her car! She loves it!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI-F46kJAwI/XYpvpqu1CKI/AAAAAAAAXIw/u8BuFfm29xMUbTAuyOCt5rWnC5ceqyCrQCEwYBhgL/s1600/thumbnail_20190918_123302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI-F46kJAwI/XYpvpqu1CKI/AAAAAAAAXIw/u8BuFfm29xMUbTAuyOCt5rWnC5ceqyCrQCEwYBhgL/s400/thumbnail_20190918_123302.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;">That evening Moriah and I went together to the training session for all volunteers working with Basics (3rd-6th grade) and Basics Jr. (4 years-2nd grade)--a high energy community Bible club. We will both be helping with the latter this school year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now that I am driving again I have to be so much more intentional to fit walking into my schedule. Thursday Moriah babysat for <a href="https://www.mops.org/">MOPS</a> (Mothers of Preschoolers). I caught a ride with her part way so I'd have to walk home. Again I explored another pathway through the Taylor campus. Intrigued by the messages of the art I encountered on the way, I took pictures and asked Moriah what they meant. It has to do with traditions of a certain dorm floor, a unique subculture with its own initiation rites.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8cbq0Z6VPE/XYpvozMYatI/AAAAAAAAXI4/Mps75T9TVUoJp1zySD-CtE4l9rjHKKfMgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Bro%2BHo%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="1600" height="130" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8cbq0Z6VPE/XYpvozMYatI/AAAAAAAAXI4/Mps75T9TVUoJp1zySD-CtE4l9rjHKKfMgCEwYBhgL/s640/Bro%2BHo%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Midday I left for Mother's quarterly Care Plan Conference. There is some noticeable and gradual decline, however she is remarkably content for her age and limitations--she can't walk or talk, experiences recurring back pain, and has a couple of spots (skin cancers) that refuse to heal, but loves to do art.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went to the monthly Bingo Store where she allowed me to redeem 200 Bingo dollars on anything I wanted. I came away with two bags full of loot. Then we visited her dear friend, Margaret.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVQUbfAACvQ/XYpvpROd85I/AAAAAAAAXI0/y0GguPRRksY3HcY7mK_fW0SX6G7gar2dACEwYBhgL/s1600/Mother%2B9.19.19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVQUbfAACvQ/XYpvpROd85I/AAAAAAAAXI0/y0GguPRRksY3HcY7mK_fW0SX6G7gar2dACEwYBhgL/s640/Mother%2B9.19.19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Margaret; reading the article about the robotics team; bouquet and Bingo loot</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another first this week was Elijah's marching band performance. Actually it is a first for Delta High School as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Inr15j8CAh0/XYvQ3N9ha7I/AAAAAAAAXKU/YdjV52e0D3UJahPDprRZzdX60_EJPQwcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Elijah%2BMarching%2BBand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="388" height="282" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Inr15j8CAh0/XYvQ3N9ha7I/AAAAAAAAXKU/YdjV52e0D3UJahPDprRZzdX60_EJPQwcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Elijah%2BMarching%2BBand.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>&nbsp;Friday I was privileged to spend the night with the three remaining grandsons at home. Malachi came home from college the next day to cover for mom and dad the rest of their weekend getaway.<br /><br />My visit coincided with the arrival of the monthly <a href="https://www.kiwico.com/?utm_source=Google-g&amp;utm_medium=SEM&amp;utm_content=75046568863&amp;utm_campaign=2067014616&amp;utm_term=kiwi%20crate&amp;utm_ad=1t1&amp;utm_adset=e&amp;utm_placement=&amp;gclid=Cj0KCQjwoKzsBRC5ARIsAITcwXG6O6ifsx2eo0jSTLkRTn87324ZQQVEwJ_uytz2CpGZUkqe6inBX4AaAoEUEALw_wcB">Kiwi </a>crate with hands-on projects for each of them. This perfect timing allowed me to see how they respond and what they do. There's no time wasted. They unpack the boxes and attack the challenge immediately without stopping until it is done.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sH24FklysnU/XYp0Fq5f7sI/AAAAAAAAXJI/KsJXDuqNUCM8Y8QgfmViJAfXz6pOCoLPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kiwi%2Bcrate%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1383" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sH24FklysnU/XYp0Fq5f7sI/AAAAAAAAXJI/KsJXDuqNUCM8Y8QgfmViJAfXz6pOCoLPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kiwi%2Bcrate%2BCollage.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Zion's was a science project called Buzzing Circuits that explores: switches in circuits; alarms in history; telegraphs &amp; Morse Code.<br /></div><div>Jude's was an arts project about Music Machines: playing music; musical instruments; and the science of sound.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><h3 class="crate-title" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: &quot;Museo Sans&quot;, Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"><br /></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLCPCsif8zs/XYp0HGxOiQI/AAAAAAAAXJM/YubqkQG8rGwafdnORvSB2TOf9iZWhPh0QCEwYBhgL/s1600/20190920_181215.mp4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLCPCsif8zs/XYp0HGxOiQI/AAAAAAAAXJM/YubqkQG8rGwafdnORvSB2TOf9iZWhPh0QCEwYBhgL/s400/20190920_181215.mp4" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We also put together a couple puzzles and watched a season of Ultimate Beast Masters. Enough fun for one day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, and I also picked up Elijah from soccer practice, took a wrong turn in the process, made him wait. How he wishes he could drive! Alas, he has to wait a couple more years. Ughh!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, after dropping Elijah off for his soccer game, the younger boys and I went to the Orchid Greenhouse at Ball State University to learn about monarch butterflies. (Click on the link in the photo at the top for information about the event.) There were four learning stations including crafts and videos. We each made our own caterpillar. The boys gave theirs funny names: doggerpillar and French. I think Jude's was inspired by the Hank the Cowdog story we'd been listening to in the car.</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/-gpxdCnnZ5Y4/XYvZ4B-DA-I/AAAAAAAAXKg/V93ZnKINV04h_seXsAKiBOKupykMj4THQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71911933_10100836253943806_7750763691066261504_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="611" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpxdCnnZ5Y4/XYvZ4B-DA-I/AAAAAAAAXKg/V93ZnKINV04h_seXsAKiBOKupykMj4THQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/71911933_10100836253943806_7750763691066261504_n.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Interestingly, while there I noticed an artist display by an acquaintance of mine and recognized one of her watercolors (on the right) where she replicated a friend's photo of a white owl.</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/-yhS3HrrwsxY/XYqPxbobNoI/AAAAAAAAXJ8/IftQ_ZID4cEaAkq_-zGQysBt14DX_uRwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/70585621_10100835080620156_1273151408887037952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhS3HrrwsxY/XYqPxbobNoI/AAAAAAAAXJ8/IftQ_ZID4cEaAkq_-zGQysBt14DX_uRwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/70585621_10100835080620156_1273151408887037952_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We explored the entire greenhouse discovering and admiring the great variety of orchids. I asked the boys pick a favorite photo spot. They chose the little pond with turtles, koi and gold fish.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5kwS2IFGF0/XYp1MuHOdVI/AAAAAAAAXJo/4N-5DDMaK_ArM4aDsdw5XA8HaDacLfJ4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/70940196_10100835080595206_3281229794372485120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5kwS2IFGF0/XYp1MuHOdVI/AAAAAAAAXJo/4N-5DDMaK_ArM4aDsdw5XA8HaDacLfJ4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/70940196_10100835080595206_3281229794372485120_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After leaving the boys, on the way home, I stopped at the old building in Matthews in the process of becoming the new headquarters of Team 1720. Michael was not there then, but I did see the scissors lift that he spends most of his time on as he works on repairing and painting the ceiling. And I was gratefully surprised to see a friend of ours helping out a couple of the mentors with charting the electric circuit chaos of the many lifetimes of the building. Thank you, Frank!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-aYX4dpNk/XYp0hXNkWlI/AAAAAAAAXJg/jXHyiZi33jUVEwKgxzsIYAeh2GbV9v67gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/71835042_10100835080515366_834123433892642816_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-aYX4dpNk/XYp0hXNkWlI/AAAAAAAAXJg/jXHyiZi33jUVEwKgxzsIYAeh2GbV9v67gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/71835042_10100835080515366_834123433892642816_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And a big shout out to the Anderson Team 447 Roboto for their help all day moving load after load of equipment from Madjax to Matthews--four trailers, two pickups and cars x two trips each, at least!</div><div>THANK YOU!</div><div><br /></div><div>How have you been blessed this week?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/jQu3i1L1wNg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Live Well in Your Unique Family http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/23/live-well-in-your-unique-family/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:e2103caa-800d-f7ce-c33e-bc73b7254fbd Mon, 23 Sep 2019 10:37:59 -0400 <p>Each family is unique. Made up of unique individuals, families have personalities. Those who serve – who give back and invest time, talent, and treasure into community typically are happier and more fulfilled. What are the strengths of your family? How can you live well with the people God placed in your family circle? Author [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/23/live-well-in-your-unique-family/">Live Well in Your Unique Family</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Each family is unique. Made up of unique individuals, families have personalities. Those who serve – who <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1569249392&amp;sr=1-1">give back and invest time, talent, and treasure</a> into community typically are happier and more fulfilled.</p> <p>What are the strengths of your family? How can you live well with the people God placed in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1569249392&amp;sr=1-1">your family circle</a>? Author <a href="https://karenwhiting.com/">Karen Whiting</a> writes for families, her newest release is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Weekly-Devotions-Families-Called-Serve/dp/1628628170/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=52+Devotions+for+families+called+to+serve&amp;qid=1569247740&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2"><em>52 Devotions for Families Called to Serve</em></a>. Here are Karen&#8217;s remembrances about the family where she grew up.</p> <p>Trivia: My paramedic daughter contributed to this project!</p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">By <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Karen-Whiting/e/B002BMMFBW?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&amp;qid=1569247815&amp;sr=1-1">Karen Whiting</a></span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Live well, even as you face challenges and change. Little did I know how my life would change when I grew up.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I grew up in a functional family where Dad seldom traveled. My dad worked a nuclear engineer in the 1950s, forging new ground and working with the Navy. My life in the country seemed calm and easy. Then I married a CG officer who spent months at sea or made lots of short trips and we moved every few years. My new life seemed so foreign.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">My grandpa served as fire chief of the volunteer fire department in my hometown. Stories of danger and death seemed normal, even when I overheard the news of the death of my best friend’s dad. Moving far from home and family who had been rooted in my part of the world for many generations seemed scary.</span></p> <h4>Called to Serve</h4> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Our oldest son served in Iraq. He moved his family in with us while he deployed. She had some health issues, but only later did we find out she had a brain tumor. He got a virus in his heart while deployed. Family life seemed complicated and more dangerous.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">We all have different experiences and unique aspects in our family life and sometimes our lives change, and we face new challenges. That’s part of the reason I wrote </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Weekly-Devotions-Families-Called-Serve/dp/1628628170/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?keywords=52+devotions+for+Families+who+serve&amp;qid=1569248594&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1-fkmr0"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">52 Weekly Devotions for Families Called to Serve</span></i></a><span style="font-weight: 400;">. I wanted to share the unique challenges of families involved in serving others.even when it means they live with danger.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I also wrote the book because people serving others surrounded me throughout my life and I wanted to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888637/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1569248442&amp;sr=1-4">honor the call to serve</a> and help families develop servant hearts in their children. Adapting to our unique lives and serving others are part of living well. </span></p> <h4>Joys and Sorrows</h4> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Yes, deployments mean communicating over distance and time apart, emergencies mean a dinner, party, or holiday may be interrupted as the emergency worker must respond to the call, and some workers must see death and bring the saddest news to family members. Day and after day, their family members pray for them, support them, and love them. They understand after some rough days their loved one may need time and space to process the hard parts of their work. </span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The common thread among service families is <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1569249392&amp;sr=1-1">celebrating time together</a>, trusting God, and gratitude for the blessings God gives them. That’s how we should live. I discovered so many great stories of faith, putting others first, joys, and sorrows, as I listened to real stories and wrote them for the book. This book became a modern day Hall of Faith. as you read the book as a family. For those of you who read and use the book, may you be grateful for those who serve and the sacrifices of their families.</span></p> <p><span style="font-weight: 400;">We can all <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888637/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1569248442&amp;sr=1-4">honor those who serve</a>, be kind and caring toward their families, and be thankful for our blessings. Be thankful for your own family and spend a little time serving others. </span></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><em>Karen Whiting is the author of <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07NVJV1JY/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i7">26 books</a> for women, children, military, and families. She&#8217;s the mom of five (including two rocket scientists) and a grandmother. Her awards include the Christian Retailing 2014 Best Award, children’s nonfiction (The One Year My Princess Devotions) and the Military Writer’s Society of America Gold Medal (Stories of Faith and Courage from the Home Front). Connect with Karen at https://karenwhiting.com.</em></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Karenlaugjng.jpeg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7561" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Karenlaugjng-225x300.jpeg" alt="" width="225" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Karenlaugjng-225x300.jpeg 225w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Karenlaugjng.jpeg 240w" sizes="(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px" /></a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/23/live-well-in-your-unique-family/">Live Well in Your Unique Family</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> September slipping by https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/september-soaring-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:32d2ee89-ad46-bb7f-b6c0-5cc15900ad8b Tue, 17 Sep 2019 20:41:42 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;Since I began driving again I haven't walked as much. I miss that. I have also really missed watercolor sessions, with friends or even on my own. On one of those long walks weeks ago I picked up a beautiful luna moth (dead, of course) and determined to follow a tutorial I had seen to paint one.<br />Weeks went by, the poor moth was falling apart, the outline was sitting there, even a jar of water and the brushes. Still I couldn't find or make the time. Finally this weekend it happened.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffid68sbGO4/XYEsu0Zc8VI/AAAAAAAAXFc/YAurDpJqIX0v57oH-wkbw19hc-ZexI6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/luna%2Bmoth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="1600" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ffid68sbGO4/XYEsu0Zc8VI/AAAAAAAAXFc/YAurDpJqIX0v57oH-wkbw19hc-ZexI6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/luna%2Bmoth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;So, what fills my time? Most people are happy to see that my arms are free, no sling or cast, and so they assume I am all better. However, I am still working on gaining back pain-free full mobility with the left arm. It takes time to go to physical therapy twice a week and do the exercises every day. This week I was especially discouraged as there seemed to be little progress. A friend offered me a massage which loosened up some of the tight muscles. I am more encouraged now.<br /><br />An article came out in the local paper that explains a little what Michael has been up to every day. Cleaning, fixing up, and outfitting the old warehouse, new home of the PhyXTGears, requires a huge amount of work. The goal is to have it ready for an Open House the Tuesday after Thanksgiving.<br />A couple of friends have given of their time to work with him.<br />I am very happy that this robotics team headquarters is only 10 or 12 minutes from our home. I enjoy being able to take him a lunch and observe the daily progress.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CxXlSF2dLg/XYE0X3308jI/AAAAAAAAXF8/SRy0WnwBP-E46Dww07o0fogC5zYow2vewCEwYBhgL/s1600/Courier%2Barticle%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1222" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7CxXlSF2dLg/XYE0X3308jI/AAAAAAAAXF8/SRy0WnwBP-E46Dww07o0fogC5zYow2vewCEwYBhgL/s640/Courier%2Barticle%2BCollage.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Diane's 66th birthday was Wednesday (9/11). She has come to really look forward to and even expect the annual getaway, a "tradition" begun last year when I took her to Amish Acres.<br />This year we went to Shipshewana--the Blue Gate Classic package--inn, restaurant, and theatre.<br />"I really liked that," was her most repeated phrase as she commented about each and every experience.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRmsYHmu-l8/XYEsuFnWKoI/AAAAAAAAXFQ/SR599kw9Zdwx21V_HqVMO0XLhdYXmZOYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Diane%2B%2BShipshe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRmsYHmu-l8/XYEsuFnWKoI/AAAAAAAAXFQ/SR599kw9Zdwx21V_HqVMO0XLhdYXmZOYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Diane%2B%2BShipshe%2BCollage.jpg" width="470" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Notice her "knight in shining armour" She can't decide which ride she prefers.</span></td></tr></tbody></table>She was enthralled by the walls and walls covered with photos of country singers and performers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KWGAsc_ew4/XYEsub968nI/AAAAAAAAXFo/_RBiH-FgHlYhQFr74Pgz27DDsdz5IiRcwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Shipshe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1195" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6KWGAsc_ew4/XYEsub968nI/AAAAAAAAXFo/_RBiH-FgHlYhQFr74Pgz27DDsdz5IiRcwCEwYBhgL/s640/Shipshe%2BCollage.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, the Amish&nbsp;covered buggy was the best.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44unBBbgyjI/XYEsuLrlXXI/AAAAAAAAXFU/17zrJREb6bMPrTlNMtoqBi5GnxOopvBFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Farm%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="661" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44unBBbgyjI/XYEsuLrlXXI/AAAAAAAAXFU/17zrJREb6bMPrTlNMtoqBi5GnxOopvBFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Farm%2BCollage.jpg" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many photo opportunities</td></tr></tbody></table>Michael took off all day Saturday to enjoy a long ride with his bicycling buddies. The beautiful weather won't last long.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSuXIxrSll0/XYEst5EtX9I/AAAAAAAAXFw/R9MtbdTLuO0mPVZegr205SGwi84DSjPAACEwYBhgL/s1600/71347382_1036149910109640_4758507190518546432_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1507" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iSuXIxrSll0/XYEst5EtX9I/AAAAAAAAXFw/R9MtbdTLuO0mPVZegr205SGwi84DSjPAACEwYBhgL/s320/71347382_1036149910109640_4758507190518546432_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kristie had been training for a mini marathon and amazed herself:<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">"I ran my first&nbsp;</span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:104,&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;*N&quot;}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/halfmarathon?source=feed_text&amp;epa=HASHTAG" style="background-color: white; color: #385898; cursor: pointer; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="_5afx" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: isolate;"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl _5afz" style="color: #365899; unicode-bidi: isolate;">#</span><span class="_58cm">halfmarathon</span></span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21;">&nbsp;in 9.5 years! My time wasn’t what I had hoped for (1 hour 55 minutes and some seconds?). I hoped to do it in 1:53 or less. But I started WAY too fast and ran the first mile in under 7 minutes. I reminded myself that I need to run my race, not theirs. So I fell back, but still kept an 8 minute mile for half the race... then at 9 miles the lactic acid began to turn my legs into steel beams. I hit a hard wall at mile 10 and prayed and willed myself not to walk. I didn’t, praise God! Somehow I got 2nd overall! I was shocked... there wasn’t much competition. Except - The winner was in her 20s and was phenomenal! I am grateful God has given my body the ability to do this again at my age. In a couple days I turn 41!"</span></span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYndsVp4Icw/XYF3cWHpcbI/AAAAAAAAXGI/-wRxFXKfuxIe7hu1NxbnFLnKja4tDJ7gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Kristie%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fYndsVp4Icw/XYF3cWHpcbI/AAAAAAAAXGI/-wRxFXKfuxIe7hu1NxbnFLnKja4tDJ7gwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Kristie%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Today as I write this it is her birthday! We are so grateful for you, Kristie, and for the health that has been restored to you after many years of struggle.<br /><br />The book I am working on is a neglected area in my life lately. That has to change if I ever want to be a "finisher."<br /><br />Do you have an unfinished project that calls to you incessantly?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xJ-0zOYrL00" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In love with God’s Word—even thru fiery trials https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/09/16/in-love-with-gods-word-even-thru-fiery-trials/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:fb1c9a34-d8d2-8bbb-8b7e-cf80a560d886 Mon, 16 Sep 2019 20:11:18 -0400 We sat in our typical living room spots, my husband and I, bingeing something on Netflix as we unwound that late August evening. “Do you smell something?” he asked. I did. A slight husky smell of smoke. He looked out the back door and noticed our neighbors’ bonfire. “It’s next door.” He shrugged and added, [&#8230;] Festivals and Moves https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/festivals-and-moves.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:793ee5c2-9ac8-de64-207a-dc02f4455e5f Wed, 11 Sep 2019 22:18:37 -0400 Labor Day weekend is the big Upland festival--yard sales all over town, music and food at the Lion's Park culminating with fireworks Sunday night, and a parade on Monday.<br /><br />My best yard sale purchase was this Mancala game that sits on our big counter and leads to competitive rounds among the three housemates. Moriah, the young college student has the most wins.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkLp0A4dG-4/XXk2qurZyMI/AAAAAAAAXC8/GVnTmaTVtQw3nV9P2FFNK6lhWcrLDb3uwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/70934297_10100829095943496_4386311500810158080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkLp0A4dG-4/XXk2qurZyMI/AAAAAAAAXC8/GVnTmaTVtQw3nV9P2FFNK6lhWcrLDb3uwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/70934297_10100829095943496_4386311500810158080_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The parade is a big deal in this small town. As the memories of years past surfaced on Facebook, I was reminded of the variety of ways we have taken part and enjoyed this Upland tradition. When we had horses Michael and different family members entered them. Some rode bicycles another year and Michael joined on his Segway once. There was a time when the skateboarders from Sam's shop were a favorite feature.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQZwvBxSIwU/XXlPC_RFWjI/AAAAAAAAXEc/P6en7982ZIcD-SJLLs8QbeFaiytApm9KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/69948932_10100829098164046_6225284190489804800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="638" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQZwvBxSIwU/XXlPC_RFWjI/AAAAAAAAXEc/P6en7982ZIcD-SJLLs8QbeFaiytApm9KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/69948932_10100829098164046_6225284190489804800_n.jpg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca's first Labor Day parade</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Our youngest family member, Rebecca didn't always enjoy the experience. Last year she hid in the house and watched through the window. However, this year she and I were in the Basics Jr. [<span style="font-size: x-small;">a high-energy Bible club geared especially for younger kids 4 year-2nd grade</span>] section. She rode in the truck and I walked/jogged behind handing out leaflets and candy. Moriah and I are both volunteer helpers in Basics Jr. this year.<br />&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evayGp5kIFc/XXlHoMalJJI/AAAAAAAAXEE/lnJPu12myakRtv-IbwFC9vWmOVgNw3oMwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Parade%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="1600" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evayGp5kIFc/XXlHoMalJJI/AAAAAAAAXEE/lnJPu12myakRtv-IbwFC9vWmOVgNw3oMwCEwYBhgL/s640/Parade%2B19%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The family tends to congregate in front of Leah's house to watch the event. When Rebecca and I came after the parade we found that Sam and the boys had joined the fun. Matt and Kayla had their honey sale going.<br /><br />A couple weeks ago I mentioned the possibility of big changes coming for the robotics team. I can now announce officially that they are moving out of Madjax and into an old building that has had many lives in its 100+ years of existence. More recently it was a used auto shop. We walked through last week assessing the needs and potential. A huge amount of work will go into getting set up to begin building a robot in the new year.<br />My two favorite features--door and chandelier--so very out of place in the old dusty crusty warehouse.&nbsp;<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-AVIByU2II/XXk3Xui8hkI/AAAAAAAAXDI/P6hkpfk-XfsrpWR0tV4Ujm4-s7exziLTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/team%2Bmove%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-AVIByU2II/XXk3Xui8hkI/AAAAAAAAXDI/P6hkpfk-XfsrpWR0tV4Ujm4-s7exziLTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/team%2Bmove%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back and front of Blue Dutch Auto</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Hopefully, the move will draw in students from a broader area. To advertise the newly named East Central Indiana Robotics, the guys took advantage of the Matthews Covered Bridge festival, September 6-8, and set up a display with a few robots on Main St. in front of the building. They talked for hours with passersby and handed out brochures.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBQht3H5O1w/XXlHoEHR6xI/AAAAAAAAXD8/6321UDW_dpUGsD5AElU3uRcIYgVGNku8gCEwYBhgL/s1600/Blue%2BDutch%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="1600" height="502" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBQht3H5O1w/XXlHoEHR6xI/AAAAAAAAXD8/6321UDW_dpUGsD5AElU3uRcIYgVGNku8gCEwYBhgL/s640/Blue%2BDutch%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had planned to go to Winona Lake Friday afternoon, visit with Mother and attend a Josh Garrels concert at Grace. Instead, I drove up to see Mother alone and met with a representative from a company that offers hospice services. My brother Alan and I listened to a lot of information and signed many papers. Later that evening a nurse came, checked her vitals, read all the charts and consulted with the agency's doctor who determined that Mother does not qualify for their services at this time&nbsp;.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"So, Mother, you are too well. You'll likely live to be 100!" She just smiled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the concert I met up with Sam and Kristie, the boys, and Lexi (Malachi's fiancé). Josh's music is a family favorite. We have known the Garrels for many years and watched their family grow. When the crowd was begging for an encore, I went outside the tent to talk to Michelle. Just then he ended with a song he wrote for his wife, and I took her picture as he was singing about how beautiful she is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrJDXJNAqUM/XXlHn8lJCRI/AAAAAAAAXD4/mqY3hw2pGyIjSPq5Ddlf1P2gEbmXFc5jQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Garrells%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="1600" height="347" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrJDXJNAqUM/XXlHn8lJCRI/AAAAAAAAXD4/mqY3hw2pGyIjSPq5Ddlf1P2gEbmXFc5jQCEwYBhgL/s400/Garrells%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>We are so blessed to know wonderful people from all over the world. This week we were privileged to visit with Andi and Sheba Eicher from India. They brought their daughter Asha here, a fifth generation Eicher to attend Taylor University. Of course, there was the obligatory Ivanhoe's stop.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYRWyzSs25A/XXlIC4bQk4I/AAAAAAAAXEI/1a29rKkTgK8YqIFKJDTMJOpGH7nZlAidACEwYBhgL/s1600/70547268_10100829097290796_6660161904226336768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="722" height="419" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYRWyzSs25A/XXlIC4bQk4I/AAAAAAAAXEI/1a29rKkTgK8YqIFKJDTMJOpGH7nZlAidACEwYBhgL/s640/70547268_10100829097290796_6660161904226336768_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another exciting week that took longer to process than I had hoped. I am reminded that my body is still healing from the accident in June and that slows me down.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I suspect none of you accomplished everything you wish you had in one week. True?</div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/A8KhVJZ5auE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Remember the Signs https://onflesherpond.com/2019/09/06/remember-the-signs/ On Flesher Pond urn:uuid:a18870cc-9ee1-be5e-6505-84aff4cf55ff Fri, 06 Sep 2019 10:31:23 -0400 “You don’t think—not possibly—not as a mere hundredth chance—there might be things that are real though we can’t see them?” C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces I see things through a spiritual lens. I always have. In the heat of the moment, though, I forget about the lens and want my pound of flesh (or &#8230; <a href="https://onflesherpond.com/2019/09/06/remember-the-signs/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Remember the Signs</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a> <p><em>“You don’t think—not possibly—not as a mere hundredth chance—there might be things that are real though we can’t see them?” C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces</em></p> <p>I see things through a spiritual lens. I always have. In the heat of the moment, though, I forget about the lens and want my pound of flesh (or even an ounce).</p> <p>I recently experienced an awkward and unpleasant day. I was with a friend who forgot that we were friends, who profoundly ignored me, and then afterward took an accusatory tone toward me in a text. I had managed to KMMS (keep my mouth shut) until her text goaded me. I tried to respond gently, but then added a last sentence which addressed the attitude she thought appropriate and which I found hurtful. Then in a few words she dismissed me, her meaning clear, and that was the end of our friendship.&nbsp;</p> <p>Could I have handled it with solely Christian forgiveness? Apparently not, since I’ve been trying to learn this lesson for fifty years.</p> <p>Here’s the thing. I had been carefully prepared for the visit, although I didn’t know it at the time. I had been reading <em>Sir Gibbie</em> by George MacDonald (edited version <em>The Baronet’s Song</em> by Michael R. Phillips). If you want a lesson in meting out love and forgiveness when dealt ugly, read it. On that day of testing I had forgotten. After her text I fumed, felt anguish, and decided I didn’t need the human race any longer. Then, to escape, I began to read Lewis’ <em>Chronicles of Narnia</em> again. I may not understand the church today, or deep biological time, or why I can read the exact thing to prepare me for a visit and then forget during the skirmish; but I understand Aslan.</p> <p>A passage from <em>The Silver Chair</em> is, to me, the crux of the Christian walk:</p> <p>&nbsp;“But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs.&nbsp;</p> <p>And secondly, I give you a warning. Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not often do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind. And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there.That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters.”</p> <p>When I am alone praying, the message is clear, but when I drop down into a test the air thickens. Remember what He whispers in the still, small moments. This is real.</p> <p>The Old Testament tells me to write God’s words on my door posts and bind them on my forehead. This is extreme, but&nbsp;<em>it takes extreme</em>to walk the Christian faith.&nbsp;Courage is a manifestation of faith. It takes moral strength to persevere, to face the unpleasant, and to trust in the test.</p> <p>The New Testament tells me to abide in the Vine. He alone sees the end of things. The signs&nbsp;<em>lead somewhere</em>.</p> August goes out with a bang! https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/09/august-goes-out-with-bang.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:7e60a956-9baa-79bf-9fe9-9ed9f686d876 Thu, 05 Sep 2019 16:26:21 -0400 <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSVgrNgXxys/XXAeGwRay6I/AAAAAAAAXAA/qm8C75A7bCs1op5BLIKqBqOImbVGQUOJACLcBGAs/s1600/69928872_10100824987791266_5627900028262547456_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="882" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSVgrNgXxys/XXAeGwRay6I/AAAAAAAAXAA/qm8C75A7bCs1op5BLIKqBqOImbVGQUOJACLcBGAs/s320/69928872_10100824987791266_5627900028262547456_n.jpg" width="294" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August sticker art&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Michael scheduled one more two-day summer getaway, this time to Nashville, TN. It was a special time and I felt truly cherished.<br /><br />When we arrived, we set out to explore the various areas of the&nbsp;<a href="https://www.reservationcounter.com/hotels/show/601fd84/gaylord-opryland-resort-convention-center-nashville-tn/?cid=sem::TPRC::AW::::::gaylord%20opryland%20hotel%20tennessee::e&amp;creative=355129792714&amp;device=c&amp;AdPos=1t4&amp;utm_source=google&amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;utm_term=gaylord%20opryland%20hotel%20tennessee&amp;utm_campaign=&amp;iv_=__iv_p_1_a_981272558_g_56834793281_w_kwd-311695755827_h_9016403_ii__d_c_v__n_g_c_355129792714_k_gaylord%20opryland%20hotel%20tennessee_m_e_l__t__e__r_1t4_vi__&amp;gclid=Cj0KCQjwwb3rBRDrARIsALR3XeZIraKp-O1ewAG2d0EQhEE6H4ZE3_PAql1RIvlUJ2EGHcGmre4dujgaAhLXEALw_wcB">Opryland Hotel</a>&nbsp;including the two-acre tropical forest.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izQVo3lkvJQ/XXAmepffZuI/AAAAAAAAXA4/vv-hsf8VX2k-1t8KlmLYaKeLD57zpmtbQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Courtyard%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1600" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izQVo3lkvJQ/XXAmepffZuI/AAAAAAAAXA4/vv-hsf8VX2k-1t8KlmLYaKeLD57zpmtbQCEwYBhgL/s640/Courtyard%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of the Cascade courtyard--day and night.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There is no way to do justice to the beauty and variety of this paradise. These are but a few samples.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcSWSVPtXc4/XXAmgKB8YNI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/wxq_b9gyGfE70fWQTTIwqZpWRlbxYQ04gCEwYBhgL/s1600/Orchid%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcSWSVPtXc4/XXAmgKB8YNI/AAAAAAAAXBQ/wxq_b9gyGfE70fWQTTIwqZpWRlbxYQ04gCEwYBhgL/s400/Orchid%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Creator's designs and handiwork are amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4S75r_6PP0/XXAmgpg4qvI/AAAAAAAAXBU/ggE84PnadiogF0hahy72ziSejoMILiq9ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Patterns%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1600" height="323" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4S75r_6PP0/XXAmgpg4qvI/AAAAAAAAXBU/ggE84PnadiogF0hahy72ziSejoMILiq9ACEwYBhgL/s400/Patterns%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The calming sound of cascading water surrounded us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC0r_9SEF_8/XXAme8D7BAI/AAAAAAAAXBM/d4HV9BWRSMsIWT421b9lr2QJDhiIJ_cVgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Cascades%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1299" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC0r_9SEF_8/XXAme8D7BAI/AAAAAAAAXBM/d4HV9BWRSMsIWT421b9lr2QJDhiIJ_cVgCEwYBhgL/s640/Cascades%2BCollage.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second day we took in two iconic parks in the city: the Centennial and the Bicentennial.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the first park we visited the full-scale replica of the Parthenon built for the 1897 Centennial Expositions to represent Nashville's reputation as the "Athens of the South." There is an enormous statue of Athena as well as a museum and art collections.</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/-8pCkh_F9QKY/XXAnFgZf20I/AAAAAAAAXBY/tfBmpEeFf7sCN7mUT54vzJnjFl0HRLWJwCLcBGAs/s1600/69599001_10100824990306226_590474186913218560_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="915" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8pCkh_F9QKY/XXAnFgZf20I/AAAAAAAAXBY/tfBmpEeFf7sCN7mUT54vzJnjFl0HRLWJwCLcBGAs/s640/69599001_10100824990306226_590474186913218560_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Bicentennial Capitol Mall park is in the vicinity of the State Capitol and has a fascinating Pathway of History--granite blocks engraved with the outstanding facets about the state until the celebration of 200 years, June 1, 1996. I think I read the entire nearly mile long wall out loud to Michael!</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/-lnWn3ModO8s/XXAesD6-WyI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/00pS2sctmmECKvyxQVAMGT4AkksmgtkLQCLcBGAs/s1600/69283781_10100824988854136_450922564798119936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="894" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnWn3ModO8s/XXAesD6-WyI/AAAAAAAAXAQ/00pS2sctmmECKvyxQVAMGT4AkksmgtkLQCLcBGAs/s640/69283781_10100824988854136_450922564798119936_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;The park includes much of interest--a World War II Memorial, a 95-Bell Carillon and more.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1KVhgl_-7o/XXAmepicYWI/AAAAAAAAXBU/XaMwB5yjHOAMmnE0qjvER6tvCILMZ6pHQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Globe%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="1600" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1KVhgl_-7o/XXAmepicYWI/AAAAAAAAXBU/XaMwB5yjHOAMmnE0qjvER6tvCILMZ6pHQCEwYBhgL/s640/Globe%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Views of the floating granite globe to represent my two countries - USA and Argentina</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our friends, the Helyers, who live in the area now, recommended these sites and more, and then invited us to meet with them. We had a wonderful visit. Regrettably, I forgot to take a picture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On road trips, I&nbsp; read aloud to Michael. This time the chosen book was Robert Seelye's autobiography. We were so very inspired and excited about his story and as we shared with our friends (Larry and Joyce Helyer also from California) we found out that they knew him and many of the people and places he mentioned!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0W7nTr5iOc/XXAn5GnsWUI/AAAAAAAAXBk/4q5nX13nRasfAVSlCXzv6u0vdyKDzhbgACLcBGAs/s1600/51OBi5kx2hL._SX312_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="314" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0W7nTr5iOc/XXAn5GnsWUI/AAAAAAAAXBk/4q5nX13nRasfAVSlCXzv6u0vdyKDzhbgACLcBGAs/s320/51OBi5kx2hL._SX312_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Shortly after we arrived home on Thursday, I drove to Winona Lake to join Mother for the annual Health Care Summer Picnic. First time at the wheel since the fall in June!<br />It was a lovely sunny day. Family and friends gathered with their loved ones. The brightly decorated tables in the courtyard overflowed with food and cheer. A harpist played lovely tunes.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR3wMT3_5Jc/XXFrk6T32jI/AAAAAAAAXCE/0sxCWKlrEc8vnwQ0Se9CGSu2Mwg_RcqSACLcBGAs/s1600/GV%2BPicnic%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1600" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR3wMT3_5Jc/XXFrk6T32jI/AAAAAAAAXCE/0sxCWKlrEc8vnwQ0Se9CGSu2Mwg_RcqSACLcBGAs/s640/GV%2BPicnic%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Sadly though, Mother just wasn't feeling well. I soon took her in and she lay down. A chest Xray the next day showed a higher level of congestive heart failure.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziAWm9V1ASM/XXAesEcSKLI/AAAAAAAAXAc/3xNIQqrmDW4MFtU5PCGHoAbhWydZ0ObZQCEwYBhgL/s1600/69548552_10100824988834176_4909382042937982976_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/-ziAWm9V1ASM/XXAesEcSKLI/AAAAAAAAXAc/3xNIQqrmDW4MFtU5PCGHoAbhWydZ0ObZQCEwYBhgL/s640/69548552_10100824988834176_4909382042937982976_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A year ago she was the Artist of the Month. We've noticed a gradual but steady decline since then.</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/--__hLUYnYwo/XXAonVwHTCI/AAAAAAAAXBs/rSOU32D8DOMqFZoiRlCdBKb0OvopM_MiwCEwYBhgL/s1600/40610056_10214749938475618_3674114083847667712_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="650" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--__hLUYnYwo/XXAonVwHTCI/AAAAAAAAXBs/rSOU32D8DOMqFZoiRlCdBKb0OvopM_MiwCEwYBhgL/s400/40610056_10214749938475618_3674114083847667712_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Friday, the 30th, Leah and Jimmy celebrated 20 years together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLyiOooSs30/XXAuEySz4KI/AAAAAAAAXB4/SZbkMnJ9_2Qz-MfoCf8ATFQdj3zWBDHiACEwYBhgL/s1600/Leah%2Band%2BJimmy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="238" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLyiOooSs30/XXAuEySz4KI/AAAAAAAAXB4/SZbkMnJ9_2Qz-MfoCf8ATFQdj3zWBDHiACEwYBhgL/s400/Leah%2Band%2BJimmy.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We took Stephan and Karen to an Indians game in Indianapolis. We each won an item commemorating 30 years since the 1989 championship. Karen likes her bobblehead. I don't know what to do with the poster. However, I learned a lot about baseball so I can watch games more intelligently.</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/-ImRZlZAUsx8/XXAesAJpf1I/AAAAAAAAXAg/YdKbQk4d4jYyl8BLnt36ALIEFvXU5kN6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/20190830_185603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1403" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ImRZlZAUsx8/XXAesAJpf1I/AAAAAAAAXAg/YdKbQk4d4jYyl8BLnt36ALIEFvXU5kN6ACEwYBhgL/s640/20190830_185603.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;">The evening ended with fun fireworks despite the team loss.</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/-qHRCvGxKou4/XXAesWgiWLI/AAAAAAAAXAk/ZzHDR9CzV1YMSxTG1MPfaHRKYk7tth7qwCEwYBhgL/s1600/69660380_10100824988809226_1357663282801934336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHRCvGxKou4/XXAesWgiWLI/AAAAAAAAXAk/ZzHDR9CzV1YMSxTG1MPfaHRKYk7tth7qwCEwYBhgL/s640/69660380_10100824988809226_1357663282801934336_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;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday Michael rode again with the group of friends from Muncie. They encountered a few perils on the 62-mile ride.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cKEEe9IuCQ/XXFrlND_TsI/AAAAAAAAXCQ/wyCL3tlq_BI7TiuqGm9EEWVN3faZ-LzWACEwYBhgL/s1600/Dangers%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_cKEEe9IuCQ/XXFrlND_TsI/AAAAAAAAXCQ/wyCL3tlq_BI7TiuqGm9EEWVN3faZ-LzWACEwYBhgL/s640/Dangers%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo credits: Erin Baumgartner</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />The Upland invasion was underway, crowds of outsiders going around to the many yard sales. So begin the Labor Day weekend festivities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I picked up Diane and we visited Kayla's great display. Their honey sold well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T87xRk11g18/XXAmfsCkorI/AAAAAAAAXBM/g8NfdZLsR3wYZJCp_YOooMvs_JvJT56cACEwYBhgL/s1600/Kayla%2527s%2Bsale%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="1600" height="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T87xRk11g18/XXAmfsCkorI/AAAAAAAAXBM/g8NfdZLsR3wYZJCp_YOooMvs_JvJT56cACEwYBhgL/s640/Kayla%2527s%2Bsale%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>As you can tell by the tardiness of my posts, I am having a hard time keeping up with life's happenings. Will I ever catch up?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/MeFAZ3SQIpE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Why Write, Anyway? http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/04/why-write-anyway/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:4ac3e0cb-0186-1da8-9515-f9093b20bcf6 Wed, 04 Sep 2019 07:34:52 -0400 <p>To Live Well, Read Well I have lots of book news for you! A link to a free bonus chapter for Chasing Sunrise The Girl Who Wore Freedom is available in English and Frenchas a hardcover, and ebook The Slave Across the Street is on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller List! The Slave Across the Street is celebrating ten years as a bestseller with a [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/04/why-write-anyway/">Why Write, Anyway?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <div class="elementor elementor-7553"> <div class="elementor-inner"> <div class="elementor-section-wrap"> <section data-id="68ef6c33" class="elementor-element elementor-element-68ef6c33 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default elementor-section elementor-top-section" data-element_type="section"> <div class="elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default"> <div class="elementor-row"> <div data-id="6463cffe" class="elementor-element elementor-element-6463cffe elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column" data-element_type="column"> <div class="elementor-column-wrap 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If my labors are not putting groceries on the table or contributing to the mortgage payment, why do I write, anyway?</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">I write because it is a bridge of communication between you and me. Through this work of my hands I reveal my thoughts, express ideas, and convey dreams. I write to share my heart and to connect with people.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Writing is a dance that is sometimes swift and electrifying, sometimes slow and intimate. For me, writing is a vital part of relationship with individuals, and with the larger world I am privileged to be a part of.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div><strong>Painting With Words</strong></div><div dir="ltr">Writing is a creative art form. I watch my artist daughter as she painstakingly mixes watercolors and oils, reaching, searching for the perfect hue. I sit in front of my computer palette, swirling through the thesaurus, dabbing a stronger verb over a weak one, highlighting a bright adjective with a vivid one, rewording sentence structure to reflect a compelling mood.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Then, like a savory sourdough, I put the mix aside for a time. The text bubbles and ferments in my thoughts. Returning to the laptop, I frequently knead the language for a better recipe. Occasionally I am pleasantly surprised to see how well this mixture of phrases blended to produce the desired texture and aroma.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Like a satisfying surf and turf, some projects are fashioned from a partnership. Writing with a kindred spirit is double the fun. The combined creativity of two artists with very different talents is marinated together into a nourishing whole. In reality, all published writing is a salt and pepper partnership as a writer brings the main course and editor and publisher catch the vision and add seasoning.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">My writing is an intricate weaving of carefully weighed and selected emotion-charged words. Another daughter plaits fiber with dye, spinning wool into yarn, and knitting yarn into gifts of scarves and afghans. I can’t sew and maintain my Christianity so I revisit my manuscript to untangle knotted grammar and iron out wrinkled sentences before dedicating my gift to someone dear.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr"><strong>Exploring With Words</strong></div><div dir="ltr">I write to know. Exploring and researching expands my horizons. It gratifies my hunger to understand this incredible and zany world we live in together, and to appreciate fellow travelers on this challenging journey of life.</div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">I write to be known. 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cellpadding="0"><tbody class="m_-8151837465217639892yiv9491433563mcnTextBlockOuter"><tr><td class="m_-8151837465217639892yiv9491433563mcnTextBlockInner" valign="top"> </td></tr></tbody></table></div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </section> </div> </div> </div> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/09/04/why-write-anyway/">Why Write, Anyway?</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Week 34: Summer Winding Down https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/week-34-summer-winding-down.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:03c1bce6-a9a0-a591-3c21-4410ddfb52fc Thu, 29 Aug 2019 21:37:11 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our hydrangea bushes were cut way down last fall and now are enormous and heavy laden with beautiful blooms. I took some to Mother. She loves flowers, but these especially remind her of her home growing up in Evans City, PA where they had a huge bush that became the favorite backdrop fro family photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-3kgjBFYiM/XWhrqgZcRmI/AAAAAAAAW-c/WtczIaPRCzI4Sdkj2KITTg4rYnT2z5R4gCEwYBhgL/s1600/69008720_10100820882283736_5872148251381071872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="487" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-3kgjBFYiM/XWhrqgZcRmI/AAAAAAAAW-c/WtczIaPRCzI4Sdkj2KITTg4rYnT2z5R4gCEwYBhgL/s320/69008720_10100820882283736_5872148251381071872_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: left;">A few items received this week evoke special memories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Rosie found an interesting handkerchief that belonged to our grandfather, Norman Hirschy, and enclosed it in a charmingly quaint card.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3eSH0H0eCE/XWhrqhXlBiI/AAAAAAAAW-Y/lzyKvcVRhcg117SU18oLnbEHVX2mrmN5QCLcBGAs/s1600/69334123_10100823552841916_8584855209056927744_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="607" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3eSH0H0eCE/XWhrqhXlBiI/AAAAAAAAW-Y/lzyKvcVRhcg117SU18oLnbEHVX2mrmN5QCLcBGAs/s320/69334123_10100823552841916_8584855209056927744_n.jpg" width="202" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ruth Brooking, Leah's first teacher on board the ship, sent a few sweet photos from those adventurous days.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kBirgMbwzM/XWhrsYZxpMI/AAAAAAAAW-w/QXrbx4WooFg6KL5CtzPGtaXV78ugqRwBACEwYBhgL/s1600/Ruths%2BDoulos%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1140" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kBirgMbwzM/XWhrsYZxpMI/AAAAAAAAW-w/QXrbx4WooFg6KL5CtzPGtaXV78ugqRwBACEwYBhgL/s640/Ruths%2BDoulos%2Bkids%2BCollage.jpg" width="456" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: with Amy, Leah, and Derek in Puerto Montt, Chile, December 1980<br />Bottom: Amy and Leah after a visit to Amsterdam, November 1979</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The two girls were best friends the entire time we were on the Doulos. It was very difficult for Leah when we left and she had to say goodbye to Amy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of OM Ships, Monday the 19 was Logos Hope's last day in Mar del Plata, Argentina.</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/-RqMi-t4be48/XWhrq5xxN3I/AAAAAAAAW-g/AaRc_kkPx2gjBB8cMMyVbYLLswM1Nf5RACEwYBhgL/s1600/67948420_2439435629438140_3576949296408297472_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqMi-t4be48/XWhrq5xxN3I/AAAAAAAAW-g/AaRc_kkPx2gjBB8cMMyVbYLLswM1Nf5RACEwYBhgL/s640/67948420_2439435629438140_3576949296408297472_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday while Ivan (Hoyt sibling #4) from Las Vegas was still in the area, we had yet another dinner with Mother. Malachi was able to join us after the first day of his junior year at Grace College. We enjoyed hearing about his courses, goals and aspirations.</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/-JP_DP1LRplo/XWhrsT8KNdI/AAAAAAAAW_I/m24nVYRWs28i2sI2YIhabBU4XbRtIThqQCEwYBhgL/s1600/sibling%2Bdinner%2BIvan%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1600" height="576" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP_DP1LRplo/XWhrsT8KNdI/AAAAAAAAW_I/m24nVYRWs28i2sI2YIhabBU4XbRtIThqQCEwYBhgL/s640/sibling%2Bdinner%2BIvan%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We invited Aunt Margaret also. She brought me a photo she came across recently from those early years in Argentina. Most of the people and friends pictured have since passed away, including Daddy, in the center.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14zrPdKuk98/XWhsOzBs41I/AAAAAAAAW_Q/MOKhGCM4KSUaAX0BYJpGMOCP0jhE6jJRwCLcBGAs/s1600/68753675_10100820875158016_7709687525790449664_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="1600" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14zrPdKuk98/XWhsOzBs41I/AAAAAAAAW_Q/MOKhGCM4KSUaAX0BYJpGMOCP0jhE6jJRwCLcBGAs/s640/68753675_10100820875158016_7709687525790449664_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bible Institute graduation ceremony, Río Cuarto, November 1952.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In my writing, I have not yet covered that year, nor even 1950 when Aldo was born. August 21 was his 69th birthday.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfedw7YiVWU/XWhrrUqFpBI/AAAAAAAAW-k/f-6f2aI1u-EKEgmC1uk9c-B_Fpk6slffQCLcBGAs/s1600/Aldo%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1600" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfedw7YiVWU/XWhrrUqFpBI/AAAAAAAAW-k/f-6f2aI1u-EKEgmC1uk9c-B_Fpk6slffQCLcBGAs/s400/Aldo%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />And the very next day would have been Mother and Dad's 77th anniversary, and our Hirschy grandparents 106th.<br /><br />Thursday evening I spent a fun evening with the youngest grandboys. Among other things Jude and I put together a dinosaur, I listened to him practice the piano, we watched some favorite shows, and played Mancala. The boys reminded me of the rules and must have given me excellent hints because I kept winning. Zion was determined to beat me and finally came close by one move.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-BNIlSxjzs/XWhrrnzILAI/AAAAAAAAW-o/rxU3UtYQgjs6lwEDFFeWdnXnypV3R0vNgCLcBGAs/s1600/Fun%2Bwith%2Bboys%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-BNIlSxjzs/XWhrrnzILAI/AAAAAAAAW-o/rxU3UtYQgjs6lwEDFFeWdnXnypV3R0vNgCLcBGAs/s640/Fun%2Bwith%2Bboys%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;The Blakely girls continue their weekly landscaping help. Much more is being accomplished than I could ever had done even with the use of two strong arms.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg61ZBcZ2s/XWh7ATIP3RI/AAAAAAAAW_c/nsR0InzSMi0TjhKlUWrb7NnBaJTl9KUIgCLcBGAs/s1600/69245017_10100820881265776_9044356485697503232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg61ZBcZ2s/XWh7ATIP3RI/AAAAAAAAW_c/nsR0InzSMi0TjhKlUWrb7NnBaJTl9KUIgCLcBGAs/s640/69245017_10100820881265776_9044356485697503232_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />I saw the orthopedic doctor, probably for the last time. Therapy sessions and exercises continue. the hope is to regain full range of motion and avoid surgery at all costs.<br /><br />Michael keeps up with his many activities: bee keeping tasks, harvesting and processing honey;&nbsp; mowing; fixing everything that breaks down, that never ends; long bicycle rides; and the many responsibilities that accompany his leadership role in the robotics team. Stay tuned for big changes to be announced soon.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/wlJaCjgcCgs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Litbits, Bitbits, and More Inspired Bits https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:277af352-39bd-2414-e35a-7bfa0b5c6921 Fri, 23 Aug 2019 12:30:52 -0400 I recently received a Fitbit. Although I am still getting used to all the functions, I find it fun to have a personal trainer on my wrist who yells at me, encourages me, and celebrates my fitness victories with black and white fireworks. A Fitbit basically takes me back to my childhood where taking three &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Litbits, Bitbits, and More Inspired&#160;Bits</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1283" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/polar-a360-2059937_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;10&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 70D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;1&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="polar-a360-2059937_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1283 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=406&#038;h=270" alt="polar-a360-2059937_640" width="406" height="270" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=406&amp;h=270 406w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/polar-a360-2059937_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 406px) 100vw, 406px" /></p> <p>I recently received a Fitbit. Although I am still getting used to all the functions, I find it fun to have a personal trainer on my wrist who yells at me, encourages me, and celebrates my fitness victories with black and white fireworks.</p> <p>A Fitbit basically takes me back to my childhood where taking three steps or finishing lunch without creating an art installment entitled &#8220;A Study of Spaghetti On the Wall&#8221; garnered me the praise of both my parents.</p> <p>My Fitbit is equally as encouraging &#8212; until it isn&#8217;t. Yesterday, I was in the car for an hour and a half trip. My Fitbit popped up a reminder toward the end of the trip that I only had 250 of 250 steps to reach my hour goal. Sadly, I opted not to stop my car at the side of the road and march around it like the children of Israel marched around Jericho.<img data-attachment-id="1284" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/target-2045924_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,375" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D7200&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;55&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;800&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="target-2045924_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1284 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=240&#038;h=140" alt="target-2045924_640" width="240" height="140" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=240&amp;h=140 240w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=478&amp;h=280 478w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=88 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/target-2045924_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=176 300w" sizes="(max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px" /></p> <p>Having a Fitbit has also inspired me to think up other kinds of &#8220;Bits.&#8221; Why not a &#8220;Litbit&#8221; that encourages me to read and pops up messages about only having 40 words left to reach a goal? Honestly, though, I would like to know how many words I read a day &#8212; whether the ones I&#8217;m writing, reading for enjoyment, or just glancing at on a cereal box.</p> <p>Or what about a &#8220;Bitbit.&#8221; Primarily because Bitbit is fun to say, but this bit tracker would read the size of hole you needed for a screw &#8212; and then help you find the drill bit like a metal detector helps you find gold.<img data-attachment-id="1282" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/knitting-1430153_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,428" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D90&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;90&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1250&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.01&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="knitting-1430153_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1282 alignright" style="color:#2b2d2f;float:right;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;outline-color:#777777;outline-style:solid;outline-width:1px;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;margin:16px 0 16px 16px;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=348&#038;h=233" alt="knitting-1430153_640" width="348" height="233" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=348&amp;h=233 348w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=201 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/knitting-1430153_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 348px) 100vw, 348px" /></p> <p>Then there could be the &#8220;Knitbit.&#8221; I don&#8217;t knit, but this tracker would tell one how many stitches they create. Another setting would celebrate inches of knitwear created. Unfortunately, people who crochet or embroider are out since &#8220;Crochetbit&#8221; and &#8220;Embroiderbit&#8221; simply don&#8217;t have the same pizzazz as &#8220;Knitbit.&#8221;</p> <p>Nor does the &#8220;Christ-Likebit,&#8221; but think about how the world might change if we had a t<img data-attachment-id="1281" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/23/litbits-bitbits-and-more-inspired-bits/jesus-3135229_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;7.1&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 80D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;113&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1600&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.01&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="jesus-3135229_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1281 alignleft" style="color:#2b2d2f;float:left;font-family:&amp;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;height:auto;letter-spacing:normal;max-width:100%;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;margin:16px 16px 16px 0;" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=213&#038;h=142" alt="jesus-3135229_640" width="213" height="142" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=213&amp;h=142 213w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=426&amp;h=284 426w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=100 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/jesus-3135229_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=200 300w" sizes="(max-width: 213px) 100vw, 213px" />racker on our wrist capable of encouraging us to say that extra prayer, extend love to someone who needs it, or warn us that the anger roiling in our stomachs isn&#8217;t exactly Christ-like.</p> <p>I would write more, but my Fitbit needs sustenance.</p> <p>What is a unique &#8220;Bit&#8221; you can think of?</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> More summer fun . . . https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/more-summer-fun.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:302d4e13-d707-3418-6f56-e5e634afe266 Tue, 20 Aug 2019 14:29:00 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;Michael continues to ride his bicycle often and I walk more, enjoy seasonal blooms, go to therapy twice a week and do the homework exercises.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pH073aXqBc/XVq3nv6PNQI/AAAAAAAAW6c/JdIK0lWZroUASTaNcsJm_SXmamfMyvuUQCEwYBhgL/s1600/69331522_10100818508515786_1274383849752625152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="693" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pH073aXqBc/XVq3nv6PNQI/AAAAAAAAW6c/JdIK0lWZroUASTaNcsJm_SXmamfMyvuUQCEwYBhgL/s320/69331522_10100818508515786_1274383849752625152_n.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been researching and dealing with house plants. Some should have been repotted long ago. Some very hard-working girls help me&nbsp; on a weekly basis to tackle weeding and landscaping goals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx0LQUZcmzg/XVrJQR2m40I/AAAAAAAAW7M/wRk7jhIhVkcfl0fNbLr25ETcexbyZMEhgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Plants%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx0LQUZcmzg/XVrJQR2m40I/AAAAAAAAW7M/wRk7jhIhVkcfl0fNbLr25ETcexbyZMEhgCEwYBhgL/s400/Plants%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: Schefflera Arboricola (Umbrella Plant); Narrow Leaf Croton<br />Bottom: Maranta Leconeura (Red Prayer Plant); Podophyllum (Arrowhead Plant)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Almost daily, Michael relocates these masked visitors who like to dump over flower pots and leave unwanted gifts on the deck.</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/-EH-NjVtw840/XVq3wY-rT9I/AAAAAAAAW6c/xmR_9P30oNk4SpY2Pv3GVbGypteu2GdJQCEwYBhgL/s1600/68527146_10100818502827186_913989785280839680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="960" height="255" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EH-NjVtw840/XVq3wY-rT9I/AAAAAAAAW6c/xmR_9P30oNk4SpY2Pv3GVbGypteu2GdJQCEwYBhgL/s400/68527146_10100818502827186_913989785280839680_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 wish I could say that my writing is progressing steadily as well. However, the process has slowed down considerably, but hopefully not to a halt. Memories to be included in the retelling of my early childhood, keep popping up, like this photo, circa 1950.</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/-9Wgr85vV-NQ/XVr8PH3wv8I/AAAAAAAAW7g/yUIz7C05vjIaQlf1iVf4967ufdhIx7iBQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67913939_10100815490523866_3688763195092107264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="712" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wgr85vV-NQ/XVr8PH3wv8I/AAAAAAAAW7g/yUIz7C05vjIaQlf1iVf4967ufdhIx7iBQCEwYBhgL/s320/67913939_10100815490523866_3688763195092107264_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;">Memorable family moments are a constant. Rebecca started Kindergarten Tuesday and is happy to have her best buddy in the same class.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGn1w7CYeaY/XVr85pk66mI/AAAAAAAAW7s/l9bLlUY3P-E3k9CdZ5fz5bpm3eWPGhQBACLcBGAs/s1600/68912247_10100818505925976_4370303118315880448_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="619" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGn1w7CYeaY/XVr85pk66mI/AAAAAAAAW7s/l9bLlUY3P-E3k9CdZ5fz5bpm3eWPGhQBACLcBGAs/s400/68912247_10100818505925976_4370303118315880448_n.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day was her birthday. This little one has become a lovely dancer and is already off to school!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUtHETghZQc/XVsBlhZJTYI/AAAAAAAAW8M/_3tX-nQcsG0HTFcKydzSuEmSQKo38m5GgCLcBGAs/s1600/5%2Byears-old%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1600" height="267" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUtHETghZQc/XVsBlhZJTYI/AAAAAAAAW8M/_3tX-nQcsG0HTFcKydzSuEmSQKo38m5GgCLcBGAs/s400/5%2Byears-old%2BCollage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, we got up and decided to go to the State Fair, probably encouraged by Free till Three Farmer's Day! And it proved to be a delightful day away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few of the things we like to do:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--check out the cheese sculpture, try a Wisconsin cheese special, and stop at the Dairy Barn for a milkshake before the day is over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Idy7ZcqGgI/XVq3wRhLyQI/AAAAAAAAW6k/Qm3394sVrqMABfNH1WiuzGC6f-74ByN6QCEwYBhgL/s1600/69097081_10100817109499426_8436620417199767552_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1080" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Idy7ZcqGgI/XVq3wRhLyQI/AAAAAAAAW6k/Qm3394sVrqMABfNH1WiuzGC6f-74ByN6QCEwYBhgL/s640/69097081_10100817109499426_8436620417199767552_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the beheaded superhero :-(</td></tr></tbody></table>--gawk at the winning animals on exhibit, like the largest sow and her dozen pink piglets, as well as the hugest male, 1060 lbs.<br /><br />--look for friend Marty Price's entries in the ceramics section;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amuimNvyJ3A/XVrJPvX4U1I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/tx2nc8iwhu052S11JxGEO5Ht5ssDxQ4jQCEwYBhgL/s1600/Martin%2BPrice%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1392" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amuimNvyJ3A/XVrJPvX4U1I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/tx2nc8iwhu052S11JxGEO5Ht5ssDxQ4jQCEwYBhgL/s640/Martin%2BPrice%2BCollage.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--we often end up in the Pioneer Village, and sit down for a rest to enjoy American folk music.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Several new experiences this year:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--a presentation about the life and contributions of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Rogers_Clark">George Rogers Clark</a> by the DNR;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--a Taste of Indiana, a variety of foods (practically a meal's-worth) and interesting facts;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--a great circus as the grand finale.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnPn1tfPkyg/XVrJZYUbX7I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/I5EShkZWc58Rb3Ue0G84KBc5_FJaZLj6ACEwYBhgL/s1600/68975143_10100818503640556_7457485280937771008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="539" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnPn1tfPkyg/XVrJZYUbX7I/AAAAAAAAW7Y/I5EShkZWc58Rb3Ue0G84KBc5_FJaZLj6ACEwYBhgL/s640/68975143_10100818503640556_7457485280937771008_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The talented performers</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another grandson was off to school--Malachi. Sam helped move him back to Grace College on Thursday.</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/-pRJgTIT5TEI/XVr8sE6kxcI/AAAAAAAAW7o/5qpuLka7mcUZd4WiC_m-ScjmKtaIn2cBwCLcBGAs/s1600/Back%2Bto%2BGrace%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="1600" height="540" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRJgTIT5TEI/XVr8sE6kxcI/AAAAAAAAW7o/5qpuLka7mcUZd4WiC_m-ScjmKtaIn2cBwCLcBGAs/s640/Back%2Bto%2BGrace%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Hoyt sibling #4 was in the area all the way from Las Vegas. We had the obligatory visit to Ivanhoe's for strawberry shortcakes and a cowabanga.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A game of Hand and Foot closed the evening--fun for us, but tortuously unlucky for Ivan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqk2RwIY-Dk/XVrJQuTZgOI/AAAAAAAAW7U/Pm0OC-kXJ9AOVEeYPHmshS-QUDJaL1vwACEwYBhgL/s1600/Ivan%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1590" data-original-width="1600" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqk2RwIY-Dk/XVrJQuTZgOI/AAAAAAAAW7U/Pm0OC-kXJ9AOVEeYPHmshS-QUDJaL1vwACEwYBhgL/s320/Ivan%2BCollage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Sharing and catching up conversation continued the next morning at breakfast. And we look forward to more when he returns next week!<br />These last couple of weeks have brought wonderful brotherly fellowship.<br /><br />Saturday we ended the week by attending the fun and hilarious performance of Fellowship, especially proud of Kayla's contribution as the "beloved choreographer."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mJcO1U1hDM/XVq7ffqBZII/AAAAAAAAW6s/GRw-Ic41byo6Is6Zl7wbT5J-cBgtjOCAwCLcBGAs/s1600/69153982_10100818686723656_5551574233164808192_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="504" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mJcO1U1hDM/XVq7ffqBZII/AAAAAAAAW6s/GRw-Ic41byo6Is6Zl7wbT5J-cBgtjOCAwCLcBGAs/s400/69153982_10100818686723656_5551574233164808192_n.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Summer is winding down. How much more fun awaits us?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/4u0UOQpD9nk" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> What the Bible Taught Me About Writing http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/20/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:c7424de5-4c65-d0f2-587e-d1d39a2dbe41 Tue, 20 Aug 2019 06:58:30 -0400 <p>What the Bible taught me about writing is a guest post from friend and local author, Christy Cabe. Writers often wonder if our words are valuable to someone. Christy&#8217;s discovery will encourage you to share your story. Christy writes: I’ve written two books. I blog. Occasionally, I summarize my thoughts into 280 characters and tweet them to [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/20/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/">What the Bible Taught Me About Writing</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p><strong>What the Bible taught me about writing is a guest post from friend and local author, <a href="https://christycabe.com/">Christy Cabe.</a> Writers often wonder if our words are valuable to someone. <a href="https://christycabe.com/">Christy&#8217;s</a> discovery will encourage you to share your story.</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="https://christycabe.com/">Christy</a> writes:</strong> I’ve written two <a href="https://christycabe.com/home/books/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">books</a>. I <a href="https://christycabe.com/ten-blue-eyes-blog/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">blog</a>. Occasionally, I summarize my thoughts into 280 characters and tweet them to everybody and nobody. I post updates on Facebook and “The Gram” (as I heard a cool twenty-something call it). I’ve even written a <a href="http://growministriesonline.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">children’s Bible curriculum</a>.</p> <p>No, this isn’t my resume.</p> <p>The point I’m trying to make is, in my forty-one years of existence (see why I rely on cool twenty-somethings now?), I’ve written about a variety of topics.</p> <p>I’ve told emotional stories with my words, such as sharing about my mother’s death, my son’s cancer journey, and our struggle with miscarriages. I’ve used my words to teach children how the Bible fits together, and the fact that Moses lived after Abraham, and before David. I’ve written about the time my middle school son wore the same pair of socks for seven straight basketball games and how I almost died from the odor on the drive home. I offer a wide-range of topics.</p> <p>And that’s just me.</p> <p>When I scroll through my newsfeed, or browse the library shelves, I see articles and books on every topic known to man.</p> <h3>What&#8217;s Left?</h3> <p>What could possibly be left to write? (I know that sentence could be improved grammatically, as in, ‘What could remain about which to write?’ but this is my essay, and I happen to like the ‘left to write’ thing.)</p> <p>So when I sit down to work on my next book, or to pound out a blog post, I sometimes get discouraged. What could I possibly write about that hasn’t already been written? What wisdom, humor, information, or idea do I possess that has not already been released into cyberspace? Won’t my voice just be drowned out by the millions of others who have already sung this chorus and verse?</p> <p>These doubts slow my creative process, and often bring it to a place where I sit and sulk with my friend, Low Self-Esteem.</p> <p><em>Why tell my story? </em></p> <p><em>Why add my voice? </em></p> <p><em>Why write my words? </em></p> <h3>What About the Bible?</h3> <p>And then one day, while I was doing my hair in front of my bathroom mirror, I looked at myself, and I thought, W<em>hat about the Bible?</em></p> <p>There are 66 books in the Bible, written by about 40 different authors. And, many of those authors write about topics in their books that are the same, or very similar, to the topics in other Bible books! They are humming the same tune. That’s quite the choir!</p> <p>For example, take the guys in the Old Testament called “The Prophets.” There are 17 Prophecy books in our Bibles. Five of these are Major Prophets, and 12 are Minor. By the way, we call them “Major” and “Minor” because of the length of the books, not because Isaiah and Jeremiah had a weight problem. Just FYI.</p> <p>Anyway, these 17 Prophecy books were written by 17 different men (actually, to be technical, 16, because Jeremiah wrote Lamentations. He’s always making things difficult), but these books all basically have the same message.</p> <p>“Turn back to God.”</p> <h3>Same Message</h3> <p>I’m summarizing, but that’s the main topic of each. Most of these men are even writing to the same audience; the divided nation of Israel. (Jonah, however, was called to Nineveh, and is an exception. If you remember him from Sunday School, you always knew there was something fishy about him!)</p> <p>So, these 17 authors are all adding their voices, out of obedience to God, because they were called to share the message He gave them. <em>Even though they aren’t the only ones sharing it.<br /> </em></p> <p><img class=" wp-image-4641 aligncenter" src="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=509&amp;h=509" sizes="(max-width: 509px) 100vw, 509px" srcset="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=509&amp;h=509 509w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=1018&amp;h=1018 1018w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=300&amp;h=300 300w, https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=768&amp;h=768 768w" alt="DSC_0152" width="509" height="509" data-attachment-id="4641" data-permalink="https://christycabe.com/2018/08/09/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/dsc_0152/#main" data-orig-file="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg" data-orig-size="2848,2848" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D90&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1533786299&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;58&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;3200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.033333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}" data-image-title="DSC_0152" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://tenblueeyes.files.wordpress.com/2018/08/dsc_0152.jpg?w=620" /></p> <p>And then there’s the New Testament.</p> <p>As I always tell my 5th grade students in my Bible class, the closer we get to Jesus in the Bible, the more information we have written. So in the account of creation, we only get about two chapters in Genesis, but by the time we get to the New Testament, we have <em>four whole books</em> dedicated to one man’s life. Jesus.</p> <p>Four books. Four different authors. Four different versions. Four different voices.</p> <p>But they all put their own flavor to it. <strong>And that’s what makes them so special.</strong></p> <h3>What Makes Them Special</h3> <p>Matthew was a Jew, and really connected with the Jewish reader. The Jews knew the Old Testament writings, and therefore Matthew shows them in his book how Jesus is the Messiah that fulfills the prophecies they’ve read so many times.</p> <p>Mark wrote to a Roman audience. He tells of the same wonderful Jesus, but is writing to people who aren’t as familiar with the Old Testament prophecies, so he doesn’t explain how Jesus fulfills those. Rather, he tells of Jesus’ many miracles, and points them to the true God – who is greater than their many gods.</p> <p>Luke was a physician, so one of my favorites little tidbits about him, is that in the story of Peter chopping off a guy’s ear when they came to arrest Jesus, (Peter was a not a subtle dude), is that Luke is the only writer that mentions that Jesus puts the ear back on! You can read about it in Luke 22:51. Of course a doctor would take note of such a “surgery!”</p> <p>And John, he wrote to the world! He’s the one who wrote John 3:16, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John has gotten the most post-Bible era press for this verse with the invention of the football end zone.</p> <h3>Sea of Voices</h3> <p>So basically, if God designed the Bible to be a collection of voices, and styles, and flavors, and audiences, and personalities, then having a sea of voices sharing about the same topic must not be so bad after all.</p> <p>I guess it’s time I stop second-guessing the messages and stories I feel led to share, and get to work.</p> <p>Sharing my words, even if I’m not the first (or the best) to write about the topic, is an act of obedience to the loving God who is able to use them for His glory!</p> <p>Thank you, Christy, for being my guest.</p> <h2>For You:</h2> <p>Get your free copy of how to teach your child about God!</p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/Share-the-Story-Family-Devotions-1.pdf">Share the Story Family Devotions</a></p> <p>Refresh your spirit with my page-turning, Christy-nominated novel, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Chasing+Sunrise&amp;qid=1566224470&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1"><em><strong>Chasing Sunrise.</strong></em></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-7536" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w" sizes="(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px" /></a></p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/20/what-the-bible-taught-me-about-writing/">What the Bible Taught Me About Writing</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Reunions https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/reunions.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ff64f860-5756-348b-10a3-4f595a4e3184 Tue, 13 Aug 2019 11:56:42 -0400 What a crazy week of multiple reunions, almost as unbelievable as this giant hibiscus with amazing blooms that last only a day!<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYpsYK8jxvw/XVGHcDlWlkI/AAAAAAAAW3o/bfAnUz7nvxAScd96f5N88MN8baOo--AmACLcBGAs/s1600/67750304_10100814244660586_8430700221394059264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="459" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYpsYK8jxvw/XVGHcDlWlkI/AAAAAAAAW3o/bfAnUz7nvxAScd96f5N88MN8baOo--AmACLcBGAs/s320/67750304_10100814244660586_8430700221394059264_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna Pink Swirl Hibiscus&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The first gathering was on <b>Sunday</b>--a celebration of Karen's hard-earned achievement, conveniently a day before her birthday. She felt especially honored to have her very own ice sculpture after almost twenty years with a professional ice carver--a fancy sushi bar recognizing her new title M.A.E.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0CMGYWEkWo/XVGTRjWfJlI/AAAAAAAAW4Q/NSbh82dnSII8k6UOWCVUWMTspWXl5kZUACLcBGAs/s1600/MAE%2BKaren%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0CMGYWEkWo/XVGTRjWfJlI/AAAAAAAAW4Q/NSbh82dnSII8k6UOWCVUWMTspWXl5kZUACLcBGAs/s640/MAE%2BKaren%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan's role as host included providing food, serving, making everyone feel comfortable--family, friends, colleagues--even playing games with the many children in the pool.&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/-svap7Ktd2kI/XVGTRdbbleI/AAAAAAAAW4Y/pPs7a2Jl8GMXbtB8y43RajhkXBxmxMhcwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Karen%2527s%2Bpool%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svap7Ktd2kI/XVGTRdbbleI/AAAAAAAAW4Y/pPs7a2Jl8GMXbtB8y43RajhkXBxmxMhcwCEwYBhgL/s640/Karen%2527s%2Bpool%2Bparty%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday</b> Night Meal (usually just a few of us,four Kochs and neighbor Jasmine) became another reunion of sorts with several of the original friends from dinners Stephan used to host years ago when he was still single.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Tuesday</b>, Aldo (Hoyt brother #3) and wife Alice, stopped for visit and lunch at Ivanhoe's on their way from Indianapolis to Winona Lake. Stephan was able to join us.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjHbq2YfBPQ/XVGQzDHbMZI/AAAAAAAAW4A/KF_9rga2r8IIjPWPn8A_DBx7jaqRi7GpgCEwYBhgL/s1600/68442718_10100814244820266_6385876101473763328_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="622" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjHbq2YfBPQ/XVGQzDHbMZI/AAAAAAAAW4A/KF_9rga2r8IIjPWPn8A_DBx7jaqRi7GpgCEwYBhgL/s400/68442718_10100814244820266_6385876101473763328_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday</b>, Michael and I joined them for dinner with Mother, Alan (Hoyt borther #5) his fiancé Raquel as well as his son Nicolas, and Margaret (Mother's dear friend, both 98 this year!).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hm-8IAPHSQg/XVGTRVMi9VI/AAAAAAAAW4c/NM2oY4jvDnQSvl1KbGh9GMmwF9EvS7vCACEwYBhgL/s1600/Raquel%2BGV%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1480" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hm-8IAPHSQg/XVGTRVMi9VI/AAAAAAAAW4c/NM2oY4jvDnQSvl1KbGh9GMmwF9EvS7vCACEwYBhgL/s640/Raquel%2BGV%2BCollage.jpg" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That very day, August 7, we realized that it was Mike's mother's birthday and she would have been 103 years-old. I truly look forward to eternity when I will get to know Carol Jane, healed and whole in body and mind.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRGrgxolvA/XVIXErIlszI/AAAAAAAAW4k/HKxoum1Yab4BEyJMYZWH0atlAkNePyHsACLcBGAs/s1600/8.25.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="1074" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRGrgxolvA/XVIXErIlszI/AAAAAAAAW4k/HKxoum1Yab4BEyJMYZWH0atlAkNePyHsACLcBGAs/s400/8.25.00.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br />That was also the day that the Muncie grands started back to school. I was so impressed with the special breakfast mom prepared--GF donuts with sprinkles--a sweet send-off.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knvqAohICzI/XVIXKNoK0_I/AAAAAAAAW4o/bKvB9b0eSkMq0P1tI-yYFzXLor9BiMSCQCLcBGAs/s1600/67810200_10217235448651325_8488157958872498176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-knvqAohICzI/XVIXKNoK0_I/AAAAAAAAW4o/bKvB9b0eSkMq0P1tI-yYFzXLor9BiMSCQCLcBGAs/s320/67810200_10217235448651325_8488157958872498176_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><b>Thursday</b>, our good friends Fred and Karen Perry were passing through on their annual trek between family in Michigan and Bloomington. This time we lunched at Payne's, next to the interstate exit. We are always grateful for opportunities, brief though they may be, to reconnect and reminisce.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNNgfcQjs8E/XVGHcDc79jI/AAAAAAAAW3s/50RKU8HB8nAfCtl_YhLkcFYd1DH-0TshQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67688449_10100814244076756_6491655665595973632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="960" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNNgfcQjs8E/XVGHcDc79jI/AAAAAAAAW3s/50RKU8HB8nAfCtl_YhLkcFYd1DH-0TshQCEwYBhgL/s400/67688449_10100814244076756_6491655665595973632_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had been preparing all week for a weekend adventure, the ODRAM (One Day Ride Across Michigan. A group of cyclists was looking for riders who could maintain a certain speed. He couldn't resist the challenge.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Friday </b>he drove to Bay City was bused to Rothbury where he camped overnight ready to start the 150 mile ride at 5:30 a.m. the next morning!&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/-SI-mcrS6BxQ/XVIa5FiYNdI/AAAAAAAAW48/uuER2FRIdYUIDYpeEFL-_oHEMGb91tL-ACLcBGAs/s1600/Moon%2Bmeet%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1147" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI-mcrS6BxQ/XVIa5FiYNdI/AAAAAAAAW48/uuER2FRIdYUIDYpeEFL-_oHEMGb91tL-ACLcBGAs/s640/Moon%2Bmeet%2BCollage.jpg" width="457" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That night we shared a phone conversation while staring at the same moon and planet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EglfHSm-l7g/XVIa5GSpYpI/AAAAAAAAW44/li56mCu88_M4OGum7wy--uxwWoflrScYwCEwYBhgL/s1600/68247829_10100815186582966_4572953771423825920_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="1323" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EglfHSm-l7g/XVIa5GSpYpI/AAAAAAAAW44/li56mCu88_M4OGum7wy--uxwWoflrScYwCEwYBhgL/s640/68247829_10100815186582966_4572953771423825920_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It took him 12 hours. He couldn't keep up with the group the entire time and the roads were a bit rough on his knees, but he is very grateful to be able to ride long distances again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile I was enjoying Rebecca's Purr-fect birthday party. She has so many grandmas, family and friends that love her. . .and can't believe she is already five years-old and starting Kindergarten next week!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cat # 1: "Rebecca is five years-old!"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Cat# 2: " You're kitten!"</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39l6-BzPej8/XVGTUGMbScI/AAAAAAAAW4c/ZMMwvM-xiXQgD2y5hAilsnigMInlBccKQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67734298_10205744027317633_6388286827962302464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="621" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39l6-BzPej8/XVGTUGMbScI/AAAAAAAAW4c/ZMMwvM-xiXQgD2y5hAilsnigMInlBccKQCEwYBhgL/s400/67734298_10205744027317633_6388286827962302464_n.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Update: Thursday I started therapy to regain left-arm mobility. I have to do exercises four times a day and go back twice a week.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/qDVy4XSO238" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Back-to-School is My Favorite Shopping http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/13/back-to-school-is-my-favorite-shopping/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:ea976331-80ab-5297-2673-cd880ac130f2 Tue, 13 Aug 2019 07:07:42 -0400 <p>Back-to-school shopping is my favorite retail shopping season. Just look at all that yummy paper, bright ink pens, handy glue sticks, and notebooks in all sizes and shades. When I was a kid and finally old enough that my mom would turn me loose to visit the aisles in the grocery store I liked best [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/13/back-to-school-is-my-favorite-shopping/">Back-to-School is My Favorite Shopping</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>Back-to-school shopping is my favorite retail shopping season. Just look at all that yummy paper, bright ink pens, handy glue sticks, and notebooks in all sizes and shades.</p> <p>When I was a kid and finally old enough that my mom would turn me loose to visit the aisles in the grocery store I liked best while she completed her shopping list, I didn’t go to the row of toys, the cereal avenue, or even the candy corridor. My homing beacon was set for the stationary section. Even in later years when my peers gravitated to glam make-up, clothing, and perfumes, I still adored blank books, file folders, notecards, and pens eager to translate my thoughts to ink on paper.</p> <p>During the back-to-school season, shopping is positively pleasant as I browse the reams of spiral notebooks in primary colors priced at ten for a dollar, and those inviting blank essay books in their familiar white and black covers.</p> <h3><strong>Think Savings</strong></h3> <p>Creating a functional budget and sticking to it is good for our financial health. Concurrently, financial freedom expert, <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=69ecda9221&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D69ecda9221%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNEPUbKg_0WPWXLdWnids_BG7f3G5w">Dave Ramsey</a>, notes that buying items on sale that we use often is good for the budget. With this in mind, I purchase those back-to-school shopping supplies from the list the teacher and school send out, looking for color and convenience for our family. Next, I stock up on a few extra deeply discounted products for events and holidays throughout the year.</p> <p>As the mom of seven, I invited each child to choose a color for the year. When one child has a blue backpack and notebooks, and another child selects green, it is easy to identify which supplies belong to which student anytime and anywhere. A milk crate or similar container large enough to hold everything each child will take to class makes weekday mornings smoother. By checking assignments and placing completed homework into the crate the night before, children easily grab and go the next day.</p> <h3><strong>Not Just For School</strong></h3> <p>My back-to-school shopping list goes far beyond thoughts of the first day of class. While price and selection is particularly good, I stock up on back-to-school supplies for:</p> <ul> <li>Stocking stuffers for Christmas. Adults like new pens, pencils, and scissors as well as students whose supplies are looking used at the school year’s halfway mark. By the time Christmas arrives, items are lost or broken, spent or nearly used up.</li> <li>Watch the eyes of preschoolers light up when they receive a stocking containing their very own washable markers, pad of multi-colored construction paper, scotch tape, and box of bandaids.</li> <li>For birthday gifts, fill a backpack with a stapler, hole punch, and colored notecards.</li> <li>Adults and kids appreciate gifts consisting of a reusable lunch bag and water bottle, and handy lunch containers.</li> <li>Shiny new notebooks and gel pens are a well-received party favor when you are the party hostess.</li> <li>For a young explorer’s birthday combine a magnifying glass, small notebook, pen, flashlight, and a copy of J. Warner Wallace’s book, <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=4eb031dbea&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D4eb031dbea%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHwYcvQDQFPfYhtP44E3n_b2sYB0g">Cold Case Christianity for Kids.</a></li> <li>If you live in a neighborhood where trick-or-treaters will be at your door for Halloween, fill their bags with ten-cent essay books or pencils and pens from one-cent sale packages.</li> <li>Grab a couple backpacks, memory sticks, and small first aid kits as graduation gifts for high schoolers on their way to college.</li> <li>Stores offer an inviting array of dorm supplies for college-bound students. This is the time to pick up matching bed sets, storage containers, and bathroom towels. Freshen up bed and bath at home or give a color-coordinated collection for Christmas.</li> <li>Shop dorm supplies for storage containers, bed and bath sets, and small appliances like microwaves, rice cookers, and air popcorn poppers for wedding and shower gifts.</li> <li>Take advantage of clothing sales for fresh outfits and new styles but hold back from purchasing everything for the whole year. Fill the clothing needs for your student for this season, knowing that holiday specials will be here quickly as well as after Christmas sales.</li> <li>This is a good time to pick up packages of socks.</li> <li>Check shoe stores for sales on footwear.</li> </ul> <h3><strong>Where to Shop</strong></h3> <p>Office Depot, OfficeMax, Staples, Walgreens, and Walmart offer deals on pencils, pens, paper, notebooks, glue sticks, and markers. I found the best price for quality notebooks in bulk at Costco. Look for sales on laptops at Costco, Dell, Sam’s Club, and Walmart.</p> <p>Featuring clothing specials are JC Pennys, Kohls, Lands End, Macys, and Target. Both Pennys and Kohl’s give awards for every dollar spent to use toward future purchases. Target often has the best price on school uniforms. Sporting goods stores like Dick’s fill the racks with athletic apparel. Pick up what you need for your student and buy ahead for upcoming birthdays.</p> <p>Of course, while back-to-school shopping, I am on the lookout for supplies for my home office. Already I found multi-colored paperclips, a notepad, file folders, and a blank book I can’t wait to fill. All for under $5!</p> <p><strong>What are your tips for living well? <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=edac8f3a3b&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3Dedac8f3a3b%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNGGY7EdhzAU51sxHOuJ5_1Uc3HgKQ">I’d like to hear from you.</a></p> <p>For more frugal shopping tips, check out <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=38f99ad8e6&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D38f99ad8e6%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHEDiZoA7XpEorF_u3O_1NL0VCeFQ"><em>Ten Back-to-School Shopping Tips</em></a> in <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=03426faa02&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D03426faa02%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNEgp5r9OawfZX02IbFN6xUT8xagHw">US News and World Report. </a></p> <p><a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=3c32fa618a&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D3c32fa618a%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNEIoEdPRDNjYquHLZucajfvJj13hg">Click HERE </a>to receive my <a href="https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=11e919ced593bf16575f15050&amp;id=68b5c397b4&amp;e=d1ea6e1345" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://peggysuewells.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u%3D11e919ced593bf16575f15050%26id%3D68b5c397b4%26e%3Dd1ea6e1345&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1565779359590000&amp;usg=AFQjCNFFawcy5YBkJEqpqnbo5SKm8w8iMA">FREE guide to simple, easy, and effective family devotions</a>.</strong></p> <h2><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?crid=CZ8SANCOQNU0&amp;keywords=the+girl+who+wore+freedom&amp;qid=1565693193&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=The+girl+who+wore+freedo%2Caps%2C151&amp;sr=1-1">Speaking of back-to-school shopping, <strong><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em></strong></a> is now on ebook!</h2> <p><a href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-thumbnail wp-image-7491" src="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-150x150.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-150x150.jpg 150w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-66x66.jpg 66w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-100x100.jpg 100w" sizes="(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px" /></a></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/08/13/back-to-school-is-my-favorite-shopping/">Back-to-School is My Favorite Shopping</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Should books have warning labels? https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:3ad65796-823e-f048-5f39-b6e063933f91 Thu, 08 Aug 2019 14:31:44 -0400 I&#8217;ve never understood why a bag of peanuts needs a warning label to inform people that the bag may contain nuts. I rather hope that the bag of nuts I bought actually contains nuts. Then again, I also question a box of lemon cookies that is excited enough to emblazon across the front that it &#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Should books have warning&#160;labels?</span></a> <p><img data-attachment-id="1264" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/peanuts-1850809_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,426" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;5.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;Canon EOS 650D&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;55&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;320&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.002&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="peanuts-1850809_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=640" class=" size-full wp-image-1264 aligncenter" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=665" alt="peanuts-1850809_640" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg 640w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/peanuts-1850809_640.jpg?w=300 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /></p> <p>I&#8217;ve never understood why a bag of peanuts needs a warning label to inform people that the bag may contain nuts. I rather hope that the bag of nuts I bought actually contains nuts. Then again, I also question a box of lemon cookies that is excited enough to emblazon across the front that it is flavored with REAL lemons.</p> <p>Uh, as opposed to what?<img data-attachment-id="1262" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/caution-943376_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png" data-orig-size="638,179" 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="caution-943376_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=638" class=" wp-image-1262 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=264&#038;h=74" alt="caution-943376_640" width="264" height="74" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=264&amp;h=74 264w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=528&amp;h=148 528w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=150&amp;h=42 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/caution-943376_640-e1565287603786.png?w=300&amp;h=84 300w" sizes="(max-width: 264px) 100vw, 264px" /></p> <p>What is equally surprising are all the places where warning labels do not appear. Such as songs. Why isn&#8217;t there a disclaimer at the beginning of a song that it is likely to get stuck in your head and stay there on repeat until one is ready binge eat a carton of mysteriously-flavored chocolate cookies that don&#8217;t contain chocolate?</p> <p><img data-attachment-id="1263" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/croissant-690646_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,459" 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="croissant-690646_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1263 alignleft" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=342&#038;h=245" alt="croissant-690646_640" width="342" height="245" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=342&amp;h=245 342w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=108 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=215 300w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/croissant-690646_640.jpg 640w" sizes="(max-width: 342px) 100vw, 342px" />And what about books? Have you ever seen a caution that a book is likely to cause one-more-chapter syndrome and one will stay up way past their bedtime &#8211;much to the detriment of their ability to function the next day.</p> <p>Shouldn&#8217;t coffee have a warning label that it is likely to keep one awake if consumed too close to bedtime &#8212; unless one is drinking it to stay awake and finish the aforementioned book? What about chocolate and the temptation to eat more than one square?</p> <p>These seem to be rational warnings that need to be posted everywhere. Instead, we are gifted with cautions about hair straighteners not being intended for use in one&#8217;s eyes. Hair dryers warn against using them while you are asleep. Letter openers suggest the use of safety goggles during operation.</p> <p>Because, apparently, every office should come equipped with safety goggles.</p> <p><span style="display:inline !important;float:none;background-color:#ffffff;color:#2b2d2f;font-family:'Noto Serif', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;line-height:inherit;orphans:2;text-align:left;text-decoration:none;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;word-spacing:0;">Why don&#8217;t we have warnings that babies will cause an excess of awws and so cutes. Salty wind blowing off the ocean might tangle your hair. S</span>tars might cause one to wonder at their own significance and God&#8217;s greatness. <img data-attachment-id="1265" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/08/should-books-have-warning-labels/tree-736885_640/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg" data-orig-size="640,398" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;11&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;NIKON D90&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;18&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;160&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.005&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="tree-736885_640" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=640" class=" wp-image-1265 alignright" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=252&#038;h=157" alt="tree-736885_640" width="252" height="157" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=252&amp;h=157 252w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=504&amp;h=314 504w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=150&amp;h=93 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/tree-736885_640.jpg?w=300&amp;h=187 300w" sizes="(max-width: 252px) 100vw, 252px" /></p> <p>So while I might wonder why a chainsaw needs a warning to not hold the wrong end, I am grateful that we have a God who both warns us of our need for Him and inspires us with awe.</p> <p>&#8220;For since the creation of the world God&#8217;s invisible qualities-his eternal power and divine nature-have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.&#8221;    Romans 1:20</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> Fifth Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/08/fifth-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d42d031a-8440-a806-94f6-1b5382b861b4 Tue, 06 Aug 2019 17:35:33 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This calendar-page sticker-art represents the entire month of July--my <i>extended vacation,</i>&nbsp;unable to do many things. I could not hold a book like the girl in the picture. But come to think of it, I was able to place every sticker in place, however slowly and awkwardly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrZLEGLp9c/XUjmificaDI/AAAAAAAAW10/D2eUcucHXTkrx79HJGMIqp7GAQK5TckOACEwYBhgL/s1600/67758810_10100809627488436_2387791809855094784_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="798" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrZLEGLp9c/XUjmificaDI/AAAAAAAAW10/D2eUcucHXTkrx79HJGMIqp7GAQK5TckOACEwYBhgL/s320/67758810_10100809627488436_2387791809855094784_n.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Summer</i></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I could still walk and enjoy the wonderful weather and the many seasonal nuances of nature.&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/-DbeWGDMOj7Q/XUjmi0EeAtI/AAAAAAAAW1s/RMkRWq1TPfkEV5-TQwARmFdSNBhA6np-wCLcBGAs/s1600/67966120_10100811583343886_3022570512866869248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="960" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbeWGDMOj7Q/XUjmi0EeAtI/AAAAAAAAW1s/RMkRWq1TPfkEV5-TQwARmFdSNBhA6np-wCLcBGAs/s320/67966120_10100811583343886_3022570512866869248_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I gained more freedom when the cast came off Tuesday, so we celebrated at Concannon's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1DHbAsXgFY/XUjmhs_KLuI/AAAAAAAAW1c/vIeib2fuUOsBe0MBgRbV-7nVcRRViSysgCEwYBhgL/s1600/67389102_10100809627593226_6551525662866276352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1DHbAsXgFY/XUjmhs_KLuI/AAAAAAAAW1c/vIeib2fuUOsBe0MBgRbV-7nVcRRViSysgCEwYBhgL/s400/67389102_10100809627593226_6551525662866276352_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br />Monday the 29th was Mother's 98th birthday. I've been following her 1996 journal and read how they celebrated the day she turned 75--my current age.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>Celebrated my birthday by going to Ft. Wayne. First we went to Blessings and took Daddy's baritone to get refinished. They loaned him a baritone while his is getting refinished. We then went to the Lincoln Museum for 2 hours. We could have stayed at least 3 hours there was so much to see. Dinner we ate at the Old Country Buffet. Called Rita after we came home but she hadn't arrived from Spain yet. Mike's mother said that Mike had gone to meet her and that they wouldn't be home for a couple days. Also painted an old door white to make a sign for D.V.B.S.</i></blockquote><br />Some interesting notes to glean from that one paragraph. The celebration was low-key, just the two of them doing things they enjoyed, but combined with an errand. The day included some work for the church. Almost every journal entry mentions a church-related task to get the building ready, its maintenance, or to participate in the services.<br />I was reminded of the month I spent in Barcelona for a language teacher's course and living with David and Lisania Rhoton.<br />We had forgotten when it was that Michael's mother came to live with us, and were surprised that she was at that time still able to give accurate information over the phone.<br /><br />I was so glad that earlier in the week Mother had family visitors, all the way from Las Vegas--Kyle and Tina were in the area to see his family.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVOCWmCtr8o/XUnlRR_xC2I/AAAAAAAAW2s/9PhDHxSb5oY-R0L9pfGs_ordH9HhJytPQCEwYBhgL/s1600/BD%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1371" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVOCWmCtr8o/XUnlRR_xC2I/AAAAAAAAW2s/9PhDHxSb5oY-R0L9pfGs_ordH9HhJytPQCEwYBhgL/s640/BD%2Bvisitors%2BCollage.jpg" width="548" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Top: Betsy, Tina and Grandma Hoyt</span><br style="font-size: 12.8px;" /><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Bottom: Simon, great grandma and Betsy</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Wednesday Leah drove so we could visit Grandma Hoyt and celebrate her 98 years.&nbsp;<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ksznYyaT1Q/XUjmhruZF6I/AAAAAAAAW1Y/UcEpTO6ldO4uZ24uQVEslVKJDyTK7jPKQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67403449_10100809626799816_1551679909183619072_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/-8ksznYyaT1Q/XUjmhruZF6I/AAAAAAAAW1Y/UcEpTO6ldO4uZ24uQVEslVKJDyTK7jPKQCEwYBhgL/s400/67403449_10100809626799816_1551679909183619072_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;">My youngest brother Alan joined us for dinner with Mother and a good time together.</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/-evfhW23SspE/XUjmiqZT22I/AAAAAAAAW1o/l82p5p71ll0xnqbyU050-L3KfzNMozwcQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67775070_10100809627049316_5238124771123658752_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="899" height="502" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evfhW23SspE/XUjmiqZT22I/AAAAAAAAW1o/l82p5p71ll0xnqbyU050-L3KfzNMozwcQCEwYBhgL/s640/67775070_10100809627049316_5238124771123658752_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Leah and I stopped in the ARTcare with GRACE studio for her to see what they do there. Michael Conley, who runs the place, told us Mother had been in that day to paint even though it wasn't Friday, the assigned day for the Health Care residents. He is always amazed that she can focus and keep at a project the entire morning. Here are Mother's paintings I may have missed before.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQqybwPzD9w/XUnlRsF1X3I/AAAAAAAAW2w/pM8b0UWc9LQDt6kglmJ-JzeEw7L4gm2IgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Paintings%2BMother%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1507" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQqybwPzD9w/XUnlRsF1X3I/AAAAAAAAW2w/pM8b0UWc9LQDt6kglmJ-JzeEw7L4gm2IgCEwYBhgL/s400/Paintings%2BMother%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><br />I added my recent watercolor (an experiment of the wet on wet technique) to Mother's birthday greetings.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij3L2hytdkU/XUnpC3sw96I/AAAAAAAAW28/Nz1dtOg4ufA-ImKzJvYZjGcEL3xW1T7EgCLcBGAs/s1600/67589626_10100811583423726_5192161882252771328_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="747" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij3L2hytdkU/XUnpC3sw96I/AAAAAAAAW28/Nz1dtOg4ufA-ImKzJvYZjGcEL3xW1T7EgCLcBGAs/s320/67589626_10100811583423726_5192161882252771328_n.jpg" width="249" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hollyhocks</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Zion was at camp all week. Everyday I looked through the camp photos for a glimpse of him. He seemed to be having a lot of fun. I asked him after what was his favorite. See if you can guess. You may be surprised.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DptotSVmgho/XUnlSUjBMEI/AAAAAAAAW20/kmooY_tXfrsuC28-_YppHQTGvDkVc5z3ACEwYBhgL/s1600/Zion%2Bcamp%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1033" data-original-width="1600" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DptotSVmgho/XUnlSUjBMEI/AAAAAAAAW20/kmooY_tXfrsuC28-_YppHQTGvDkVc5z3ACEwYBhgL/s640/Zion%2Bcamp%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Rebecca wanted to go fishing, so her Daddy obliged all the necessary gear--fishing pole, tackle box and all! She was so excited to catch one <strike>huge </strike>fish!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFGaCpmBEUM/XUjm6le9fAI/AAAAAAAAW2A/jFsPH7HWfs8UFmy4vWTBqQEnLshjfT0NgCLcBGAs/s1600/67805017_10205710285874118_2961805538901360640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFGaCpmBEUM/XUjm6le9fAI/AAAAAAAAW2A/jFsPH7HWfs8UFmy4vWTBqQEnLshjfT0NgCLcBGAs/s400/67805017_10205710285874118_2961805538901360640_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Michael has put in many miles on the bicycle this week. After one ride, a hundred-miler, he noticed all joint pain was gone! Truly <i>exercise is medicine.</i><br /><i><br /></i>Karen and I attended the annual Taylor's Professional Writers Conference Friday and Saturday. That event probably merits a post of its own.<br /><br />By the end of the week I grew tired of wearing the sling, and the brace hindered my handwriting so I dared to go without, cautiously, carefully.<br />I should also write about the lessons learned through the experiences of this very different month.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/lBBa2LV5xX4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Free E-book https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/free-e-book/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:3032adc9-b588-dcb7-230f-35287cb5aab4 Thu, 01 Aug 2019 19:31:32 -0400 Advertisements <div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_1252" style="width: 585px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1252" data-attachment-id="1252" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2019/08/01/free-e-book/newsletter-hyperlink/#main" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png" data-orig-size="490,200" 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="Newsletter Hyperlink" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=300" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=490" class="alignnone wp-image-1252" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=575&#038;h=235" alt="Newsletter Hyperlink" width="575" height="235" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png 490w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=150&amp;h=61 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/newsletter-hyperlink.png?w=300&amp;h=122 300w" sizes="(max-width: 575px) 100vw, 575px" /><p id="caption-attachment-1252" class="wp-caption-text"></h1> <h3><a href="http://eepurl.com/gwT2F1">Click Here to Subscribe</a></h3> <p></p></div> In Love with God’s Word: The LASB Commentaries https://lindaktaylor.com/2019/07/30/in-love-with-gods-word-the-lasb-commentaries/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:ad8e6461-5ad9-42c9-ae4d-7f88d7d93b6f Tue, 30 Jul 2019 19:30:49 -0400 After we completed several versions of the Life Application Study Bibles (as I&#8217;ve mentioned in the last couple of posts, here and here), someone came up with the idea of creating actual commentaries—one for each book of the New Testament. Seventeen red volumes—some including two or three of the smaller books in one volume. Several [&#8230;] Fourth Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/fourth-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:5f859951-a802-913b-39ee-4ba617de5396 Tue, 30 Jul 2019 11:23:28 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKC-x9ypuyA/XT8HAMYWX3I/AAAAAAAAVyI/54Yx3Q6BXhUtBYDRG8cRmDlBYOkA5m3wgCEwYBhgL/s1600/67237098_10100806121599266_5774957762857402368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="888" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKC-x9ypuyA/XT8HAMYWX3I/AAAAAAAAVyI/54Yx3Q6BXhUtBYDRG8cRmDlBYOkA5m3wgCEwYBhgL/s400/67237098_10100806121599266_5774957762857402368_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Slow healing continues--gradually less pain and increased mobility--and ever learning more coping tricks. Meanwhile more long walks, a few special events, and one big goal to focus on--clean up Dropbox of excessive files.<br /><br />The first event to look forward to was the alumni evening at my <i>alma mater,&nbsp;</i>Grace College and Seminary, which included dinner, a lovely boat ride on the lake, and a tour of the newly opened <a href="https://www.grace.edu/dr-dane-a-miller-science-complex-progress/">Dr. Dane Miller Science Complex</a>&nbsp;where we learned of the <a href="https://www.grace.edu/lilly-center-studies-have-county-wide-impact/">Lilly Center Studies</a>&nbsp;that conducts testing and research of lakes and streams and <a href="https://timesuniononline.com/Content/Top-Stories-Click-for-more-top-stories/Top-Stories/Article/Lilly-Center-s-Classroom-Lake-Experience-Program-Aids-Local-Teachers/82/353/119395">classroom education </a>in area schools. More than 50 aquariums are housed there ready to go out this fall.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vzm973gidIM/XT9bqZ8udII/AAAAAAAAVzM/RMi4n12pKEE10GgyE1MkUNi1sLyXKMR0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/67262278_10100806122272916_5343191529588523008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vzm973gidIM/XT9bqZ8udII/AAAAAAAAVzM/RMi4n12pKEE10GgyE1MkUNi1sLyXKMR0wCEwYBhgL/s640/67262278_10100806122272916_5343191529588523008_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwkQ_yBsm38/XT9bO3kSOcI/AAAAAAAAVyg/yNG4gyb8tYQuRS5Dlhrlw1Qv7IpAV1dXgCLcBGAs/s1600/D%2BMiller%2BScience%2BCenter%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EwkQ_yBsm38/XT9bO3kSOcI/AAAAAAAAVyg/yNG4gyb8tYQuRS5Dlhrlw1Qv7IpAV1dXgCLcBGAs/s640/D%2BMiller%2BScience%2BCenter%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Another institution we love is our neighbor--Taylor University. In my walks I continue to explore and learn new details: a plaque to remember a dormitory that is no longer; a campus clock, gift of the class of 1967; and the KSAC, short for <a href="http://athletics.taylor.edu/f/facilities_kesler_center.php">Kesler Student Activities Center</a>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCAyFJTVIeI/XT9bPcdZ2vI/AAAAAAAAVzE/2V3DibYg7xEmKxkNFQI2I1z1I7Ic1o_aACEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Bspots%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCAyFJTVIeI/XT9bPcdZ2vI/AAAAAAAAVzE/2V3DibYg7xEmKxkNFQI2I1z1I7Ic1o_aACEwYBhgL/s640/TU%2Bspots%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The next event I looked forward to was the Basque meal prepared by the three students who visited our area this summer. We had not met them yet so it was a very enjoyable evening getting acquainted and sharing the lovely food they prepared for us.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoUGfk5V7Io/XUBKbhLGRMI/AAAAAAAAVzg/AsiAmpHOpKMcxfF5QONZSePo5qoj__TjgCLcBGAs/s1600/Basque%2Bvisitors%2B2019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="795" height="387" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GoUGfk5V7Io/XUBKbhLGRMI/AAAAAAAAVzg/AsiAmpHOpKMcxfF5QONZSePo5qoj__TjgCLcBGAs/s640/Basque%2Bvisitors%2B2019.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also look forward to the Let's Make Art Paint Along of the week, though I was not as happy with my end result. However, the first pledge at the beginning of the show is, "I promise to be kind to myself." So here it is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFq2LlYP3tI/XT9bPVZDzcI/AAAAAAAAVyo/fCXvPyFT_d0fMeY8DfgYq2W3iraZYTtZgCLcBGAs/s1600/hollyhock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="267" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GFq2LlYP3tI/XT9bPVZDzcI/AAAAAAAAVyo/fCXvPyFT_d0fMeY8DfgYq2W3iraZYTtZgCLcBGAs/s320/hollyhock.jpg" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hollyhocks</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;Everyday this week I searched the Miracle Camp photos for glimpses of grandson Elijah. For days there was no sight of him. I began to wonder whether he had run away, ha! Then finally I caught these. Can't wait to hear his report of camp week.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-x0asiudM/XT9eytsb62I/AAAAAAAAVzU/zOQOCCpYOKQ5ndcfAFqkSQ79KGj-qwTIwCLcBGAs/s1600/Elijah%2BMC%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="979" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KI-x0asiudM/XT9eytsb62I/AAAAAAAAVzU/zOQOCCpYOKQ5ndcfAFqkSQ79KGj-qwTIwCLcBGAs/s640/Elijah%2BMC%2BCollage.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br />Moriah (our resident student, away for the summer) sent a photo of the four Phyxtgears Dannar summer interns atop the huge mobile power station they've been working on. In less then four weeks they will be back in school.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUI-8Ntglkc/XT9bN5U_MhI/AAAAAAAAVy0/IsK6IIAeC6I-iO1D-y6WnRk68nkzPJWsgCEwYBhgL/s1600/67177223_219250362285496_7705409665349189632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUI-8Ntglkc/XT9bN5U_MhI/AAAAAAAAVy0/IsK6IIAeC6I-iO1D-y6WnRk68nkzPJWsgCEwYBhgL/s640/67177223_219250362285496_7705409665349189632_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Michael, besides helping me, has enjoyed some very long bike rides nearly every other day. Saturday evening, after a very long day riding with friends from what used to be the Delaware Cycling Club,&nbsp; we had a delightful evening at an outdoor performance of Shakespeare's <i>As You Like It </i>by the <a href="http://www.stahome.org/hoosier-shakes">Hoosier Shakes.</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0Ia5GZWz0/XUBXLax93DI/AAAAAAAAVzs/17WVcJEJgEUpGz_kQZr-TWVTwET7NwivACLcBGAs/s1600/As%2Byou%2Blike%2Bit%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1347" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0Ia5GZWz0/XUBXLax93DI/AAAAAAAAVzs/17WVcJEJgEUpGz_kQZr-TWVTwET7NwivACLcBGAs/s640/As%2Byou%2Blike%2Bit%2BCollage.jpg" width="538" /></a></div>Other fun moments were encounters with friends--at a cafe, on a long walk, at the Farmer's Market, at a bridal shower.<br />And the finale was Sunday celebrating Skye's 22nd birthday with family at Matt and Kayla's. They are wonderful and generous hosts.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47Y08iTW0Zw/XT9bP7QBW_I/AAAAAAAAVyw/5mwi3YlMnE4p3VZ6MG3SZNbh-psECuCXwCLcBGAs/s1600/sKYE%2B22%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1600" height="547" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-47Y08iTW0Zw/XT9bP7QBW_I/AAAAAAAAVyw/5mwi3YlMnE4p3VZ6MG3SZNbh-psECuCXwCLcBGAs/s640/sKYE%2B22%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />My gift to him was his early-life story, an assortment of photos-good memories to prepare him for what lies ahead as becomes a father. Here are just a few of my favorites: the new bicycle mom assembled; on our deck; his favorite pose; off to work with grandma's briefcase and wearing her shoes!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTFBEe9mVWI/XT9bOy8gaTI/AAAAAAAAVyk/MUJzD2HjL3UlGYryzyXC3cSxqH6XuAEuwCLcBGAs/s1600/Skye%2Blittle%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1032" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTFBEe9mVWI/XT9bOy8gaTI/AAAAAAAAVyk/MUJzD2HjL3UlGYryzyXC3cSxqH6XuAEuwCLcBGAs/s640/Skye%2Blittle%2BCollage.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;There were a few cat lovers present at the event: Rebecca with Buddy Oz and Delilah, Leah's indoor cats; Kayla and Karen with Oreo and Twinkie, the Kern family cats.<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; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qVr9TrA9Ig/XUBb-pO5JEI/AAAAAAAAVz4/YBtbvXlmZj43cn-k7S6y0P8tGoi1EWzyACLcBGAs/s1600/CAT%2BLOVERSCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1371" data-original-width="1600" height="548" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qVr9TrA9Ig/XUBb-pO5JEI/AAAAAAAAVz4/YBtbvXlmZj43cn-k7S6y0P8tGoi1EWzyACLcBGAs/s640/CAT%2BLOVERSCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />For most of this year it has taken me longer to process each week's memories and memorable moments. If you are a regular reader, you have surely noticed and grown accustomed to looking for a post on Tuesdays. I am grateful to be able to continue these reflections on life as it happens.<br /><br />Do you keep a record of the daily gifts life brings?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Fqb1zcyfcHQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Transformed By Tragedy http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/23/transformed-by-tragedy/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:ce397e8c-f94b-8797-5d10-8ebf72153ece Tue, 23 Jul 2019 07:58:07 -0400 <p>Tragedy  transformed my family. Have you been similarly transformed by tragedy? On July 6, 1944, a troop train transporting 1000 freshly minted soldiers, left Indianapolis bound for the Carolinas. From there they would be sent to the European theater of WW2. At sunset, a 16-year-old teen watching the train pass his small town of Jellico, [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/23/transformed-by-tragedy/">Transformed By Tragedy</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="graf graf--h3">Tragedy  transformed my family. Have you been similarly transformed by tragedy?</p> <p class="graf graf--p">On July 6, 1944, a troop train transporting 1000 freshly minted soldiers, left Indianapolis bound for the Carolinas. From there they would be sent to the <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1563821416&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Girl+who+wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1563821416&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">European theater of WW2</a>. At sunset, a 16-year-old teen watching the train pass his small town of Jellico, Tennessee saw the troop train jump the tracks and plunge into a 50-foot gorge of the Clear River.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Growing up in <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">California</a>, I had heard this story, so distant in years and location. Two decades ago, our family relocated from California to Indiana. For several years, I made regular trips to <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821457&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">South Carolina</a>. The long hours in the car were punctuated by signs for big and small towns along the route. In the mountains of Tennessee, there is a single exit for Jellico. The unusual name caught my attention each time but I didn’t stop until my mom mentioned that Jellico was the place where the largest <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/She-Jumped-Tracks-Americas-Stateside/dp/089826054X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=She+Jumped+the+Tracks&amp;qid=1563815628&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/She-Jumped-Tracks-Americas-Stateside/dp/089826054X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=She+Jumped+the+Tracks&amp;qid=1563815628&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">troop train wreck</a> in the United States had occurred.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">From the small <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1563821508&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Homeless-Holidays-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888491/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Homeless+for+the+Holidays&amp;qid=1563821508&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1">Midwest town</a> of Waynesburg, Ohio, Ray William Parker joined the army to fight in World War II. After graduating boot camp, Parker was given a rare opportunity to return home for a few days. Saying good-bye to his young family, his wife suggested a photo in his uniform. On their porch, he held his young daughter and son while his pregnant wife snapped the picture. It would be their last photo of him. He kissed his wife, his son, and the pretty little brunette girl who would later be my mother.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/1*o5JjH0uFdRE-qaJM2-PWbg.jpeg" data-image-id="1*o5JjH0uFdRE-qaJM2-PWbg.jpeg" data-width="268" data-height="188" /></figure> <p class="graf graf--p">Reporting to Indianapolis, Parker and hundreds of new recruits, boarded the Louisville &amp; Nashville Railroad that would transport the troops south. My grandfather was in one of the front cars as the train chugged out of the station. Mere hours later, in Campbell County, Tennessee, the engine, tender, and four passenger cars careened over the side of the Jellico Narrows deep ravine and plummeted into the rushing river, crashing into a massive boulder. Twelve died instantly. Many more died in the following days.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">One report said, “Hundreds of Campbell County residents flocked to the scene to help. They made the first rescues using block and tackle slings to hoist the wounded up the side of the gorge to the road. It often took up to ten men to hoist a body up to the road. Some brought welding torches to free the trapped soldiers.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">A trucker who was passing through stopped to take a load of injured soldiers to the hospital. He came back and took several more loads. Volunteers continued to comb the river for dead and wounded.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Later in the night, doctors from nearby towns Corbin, Lafollette, Middlesboro, and Williamsburg joined Jellico’s only doctor to treat the wounded. They went from car to car giving morphine injections to the trapped men. One soldier received plasma transfusions. Many soldiers, their faces bleeding and dirty, waited for their more seriously injured comrades to be taken away before they received care themselves.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The ambulances joined the rescue effort two hours after the train derailed. They waited at the road for the injured and took them to hospitals in five nearby towns.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Early the next morning, an Army major arrived to take over leading the rescue effort. But the county’s work was just beginning. Most of the injured had been rescued by midnight, but there were still dead to be recovered and wounded to look after.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">That morning, more organized efforts were put in place. Boy Scouts went door to door collecting shoes, clothes, and sheets for the soldiers. Red Cross units served food on the Jellico hospital’s lawn. A local restaurant closed in order to assist in preparing food. Assembly lines were set up to make sandwiches, and local volunteers transported the food to the rescue site. Local groceries were emptied of bread.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Some help was not as organized. Many residents took in soldiers for the night, giving them food, a place to bathe, and a place to sleep.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The volunteers who had worked all night carrying men out of the gorge eventually built a makeshift dam to lower the water level to retrieve bodies. They continued to work through the next three days.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In all, 34 men died in the wreck and 75 were injured. Some survivors went on to fight in North Africa.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">In critical condition, my grandfather was taken to the <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Atomic-City-Untold-Helped/dp/1451617534/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HLD9CCHUD849&amp;keywords=girls+of+the+atomic+city&amp;qid=1563815670&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Girls+of+the+%2Cstripbooks%2C155&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Atomic-City-Untold-Helped/dp/1451617534/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HLD9CCHUD849&amp;keywords=girls+of+the+atomic+city&amp;qid=1563815670&amp;s=books&amp;sprefix=Girls+of+the+%2Cstripbooks%2C155&amp;sr=1-1">Secret City in Oak Ridge, Tennessee</a> where he lingered for four days, long enough for his wife to travel to his bedside and hold him when he died.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">The people of the tiny town of Jellico are the keepers of the flame. The welcome mat is out for those who come to remember, to grieve, and to try to understand. At the place in Clear River where the locomotive came to rest is a plaque. In the town square is a memorial with the names of the soldiers who perished in the crash. Adjacent to the hardware store is a home-made museum filled with accounts, news, photos, and memorabilia about the train, the wreck, and the important people whose lives were changed on that fateful day.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">My first visit to Jellico was like a pilgrimage. As I studied the photos and newspaper stories, the elderly gentleman who runs the hardware store approached. “Do you know someone who was on the train?”</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote">“My grandfather.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">He nodded, understanding.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">I indicated the wall of photos and newspaper stories. “How often do people come to your museum?”</p> <p class="graf graf--p graf--startsWithDoubleQuote">“Every week.” He hitched the strap on his overalls. “People come who were on the train. Their families come. They have questions.”</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Within minutes, the town’s librarian joined us as well as a photographer from the newspaper who took my photo. The librarian provided a packet of information, and a history DVD. He introduced me to his mother, now a great-grandmother, whose husband had been the teen who roused the town to rescue the injured and house the survivors. The bell from the 418 engine is preserved on the their property.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*v0eLt_TpWLbxUscp.jpg" data-image-id="0*v0eLt_TpWLbxUscp.jpg" data-width="500" data-height="298" /></figure> <p class="graf graf--p">The lives of the people of Jellico are forever altered because of the horrific event and their empathetic and immediate response. Their hearts are forever knit with the soldiers, and the families of the soldiers, who were aboard the train. Some of their stories are hard. The man who drove the school bus, ferrying wounded soldiers to the hospital, cannot forget the terrible screams of the injured. Some of their stories are heroic. A welder who had future plans that required keen eyesight, knew the effects that extended time torching men from the wreckage would have on his vision. Without hesitation, he set side his future and dedicated his skills to help. Some stories are winsome. To the family who housed and fed him until the military made arrangements for his continued journey to the war, one soldier wrote every year. Another soldier returned after the war to marry the nurse he met in the Jellico hospital.</p> <p class="graf graf--p">Born April 27, 1921, my grandfather, Ray William “Billy” Parker was 23 years old when he died. He is buried in Sandy Valley Cemetery in Ohio. His early death on July 11, 1944, abruptly changed the dynamic of our family and left a tragic void from which we never recovered. The community where he grew up remembers him as a compassionate and caring man who lived and loved well.</p> <figure class="graf graf--figure"><img class="graf-image" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/0*7H4EJDQJ3iAkC01G.jpg" data-image-id="0*7H4EJDQJ3iAkC01G.jpg" data-width="500" data-height="469" /></figure> <h4 class="graf graf--h4">For You</h4> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265">The Girl Who Wore Freedom</a>. Dany Patrix was five years old when American soldiers liberated her French village on D-Day.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells">Chasing Sunrise</a>. When deadly internationals and the black market blow onto his tropical island home at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are Michael’s skills enough to protect those he cares about? <a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Sunrise-P-S-Wells/dp/1948888645/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1563821030&amp;refinements=p_27%3AP.S.+Wells&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-2&amp;text=P.S.+Wells"><em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Chasing Sunrise</em></a> is nominated for a Christy Award.</p> <p class="graf graf--p"><a class="markup--anchor markup--p-anchor" href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1563821135&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-href="https://www.amazon.com/Patent-Max-Garwood-ebook/dp/B00S8SKN08/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=1563821135&amp;sr=1-1">The Patent</a>. When the world teeters on the verge of World War III, the nation that develops a patent attorney’s invention will be invincible in the race for global dominance.</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2019/07/23/transformed-by-tragedy/">Transformed By Tragedy</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Third Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/third-week.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:f61f7210-d2a7-e722-ee90-37865edb2b88 Tue, 23 Jul 2019 07:11:55 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday marked three weeks since the accident. Life moves on slowly. Days go by one by one, each brings its own pleasures and diversions. Flowers on the table make me happy.</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/-mNi5JeyPTJc/XTOHBGj6IiI/AAAAAAAAVvg/MYjzS6GxUfMysuHof52Fy_bpHYAPYgyUACEwYBhgL/s1600/67597974_10100803852716126_5940163525279219712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="528" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNi5JeyPTJc/XTOHBGj6IiI/AAAAAAAAVvg/MYjzS6GxUfMysuHof52Fy_bpHYAPYgyUACEwYBhgL/s320/67597974_10100803852716126_5940163525279219712_n.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We learn coping tricks and grow more accustomed to the helping routines that get me through this season of being "lame in both arms." (As opposed to Mephibosheth who was lame in both feet,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Samuel+9%3A3&amp;version=NIV">2 Samuel 9:3</a>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Meal Train ended Friday as well, but we are well supplied with frozen extras for the future. Each contribution this week was special in its own way. We enjoy when the givers can also partake the meal with us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, rather than delivering a meal to our house, our friends Dane and Laurie invited us to their home after the service (they live next door to the church). To our surprise, they had asked several other to join in "Rita's meal." We had a great time of fellwoship, wonderful&nbsp;food, and a fun game--<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Melissa-Doug-Suspend-Family-Game/dp/B007EA4UBY/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?keywords=game+suspend&amp;qid=1563874076&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-1-spons&amp;psc=1&amp;spLa=ZW5jcnlwdGVkUXVhbGlmaWVyPUEzUllUSFc4M05RN0ZXJmVuY3J5cHRlZElkPUEwOTEyNzc3MkFJWDU4MFcyV05VQiZlbmNyeXB0ZWRBZElkPUEwNDAzNjA0MUdUTlRZMzE4M0o1RiZ3aWRnZXROYW1lPXNwX2F0ZiZhY3Rpb249Y2xpY2tSZWRpcmVjdCZkb05vdExvZ0NsaWNrPXRydWU=">Suspend</a>.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egVw8eCzxys/XTOHGB1oGLI/AAAAAAAAVvY/wvSiVl3JAE8rIEzL-TnZERorYIOs9GuRQCLcBGAs/s1600/Rita%2527s%2Bmeal%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="942" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egVw8eCzxys/XTOHGB1oGLI/AAAAAAAAVvY/wvSiVl3JAE8rIEzL-TnZERorYIOs9GuRQCLcBGAs/s640/Rita%2527s%2Bmeal%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice the Suspend challenge in the center</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Monday, Leah took me to our local nail salon, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PolishedNailsUpland/">Polished</a>, andI chose a bold color for once.<br />And after we enjoyed our favorite foods at The Bridge Cafe across the street.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u46AIbHbHMc/XTOKG7eGTcI/AAAAAAAAVv0/kDHYHFSqIpIbVYYUAxiH9zGWVl9ip5m7ACLcBGAs/s1600/Mother%2Bdaughter%2Bdate%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1304" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u46AIbHbHMc/XTOKG7eGTcI/AAAAAAAAVv0/kDHYHFSqIpIbVYYUAxiH9zGWVl9ip5m7ACLcBGAs/s400/Mother%2Bdaughter%2Bdate%2BCollage.jpg" width="325" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BLT sandwich (Leah), South African salad (Rita)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I continue to enjoy long walks, listening to books, observing nature, and exploring new spaces on the Taylor campus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ov7Yyv0yU/XTOKUMfVgRI/AAAAAAAAVwE/8GO6L7vHbfA1vEtax_r87BJBVKc7jE5TQCEwYBhgL/s1600/67292861_10100803853025506_4744819769696321536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="960" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ov7Yyv0yU/XTOKUMfVgRI/AAAAAAAAVwE/8GO6L7vHbfA1vEtax_r87BJBVKc7jE5TQCEwYBhgL/s400/67292861_10100803853025506_4744819769696321536_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, I hired three sisters who do landscaping to help restore order and beauty to our overwhelmingly overgrown surroundings. They worked wonders in four hours of steady hard effort even through a torrential cloudburst! "We loved it. I always wanted to play in the rain,"&nbsp; one said.</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/-lZ35Q6KiLTQ/XTOKGXaNuKI/AAAAAAAAVwA/d47SHFI_BvE0ZYLk-CC5G5gibQAhRfSPwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Blakely%2Bcrew%2Blandscaping%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ35Q6KiLTQ/XTOKGXaNuKI/AAAAAAAAVwA/d47SHFI_BvE0ZYLk-CC5G5gibQAhRfSPwCEwYBhgL/s640/Blakely%2Bcrew%2Blandscaping%2BCollage.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening I attempted Sarah Cray's live tutorial, the weekly Paint Along, and was pleasantly surprised to be able to join in even with hand limitations.</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/-UNtVSaTDLh8/XTZcdyVpVjI/AAAAAAAAVws/39rLba95_EUZncVVpMPb_MQuWrFFeQ-lgCEwYBhgL/s1600/66824207_10100802349628326_5671906164393115648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNtVSaTDLh8/XTZcdyVpVjI/AAAAAAAAVws/39rLba95_EUZncVVpMPb_MQuWrFFeQ-lgCEwYBhgL/s320/66824207_10100802349628326_5671906164393115648_n.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Evenings we relax (and often fall asleep!) watching movies. This week a series of food-related ones:&nbsp;<i>East Side Suchi, Tortilla Soup, Love's Kitchen</i>;<i>&nbsp;</i>and a couple others,&nbsp;<i>A Castle in the Sky,&nbsp;</i>and&nbsp;<i>I Dreamed of Africa.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has been working steadily, bit by bit, on a major hardwood&nbsp;floor repair project, to replace a whole section damaged by our previous leaky refrigerator. He had to work some "magic" to fit the new-sized boards in old grooves. Friday he was able to say, "It is finished!"It is beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blt8FMZviW0/XTbecHxDYTI/AAAAAAAAVw0/rytf5wLdmw83ZSPLwxyhMp9QhFNYWf9-QCLcBGAs/s1600/67309724_10100803855505536_4315965932276023296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blt8FMZviW0/XTbecHxDYTI/AAAAAAAAVw0/rytf5wLdmw83ZSPLwxyhMp9QhFNYWf9-QCLcBGAs/s400/67309724_10100803855505536_4315965932276023296_n.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday afternoon we went to the our local Farmer's Market, always a fun commjnity event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On this occasion, Matt and Kayla were there selling honey, always such a joy to interact with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2D6O9ajBcfY/XTOKGwFS7ZI/AAAAAAAAVwI/RqODyaYFfSsab51V-pSTHWj7xV0jOSSSwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Upland%2Bfarmer%2527s%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2D6O9ajBcfY/XTOKGwFS7ZI/AAAAAAAAVwI/RqODyaYFfSsab51V-pSTHWj7xV0jOSSSwCEwYBhgL/s640/Upland%2Bfarmer%2527s%2Bmarket%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A couple of Upland Farmer's Market vendors: Upland Honey, from Kern's bees; wreaths by friend Debbie Manganello</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Skey and Destiny posted the big family news this week along with a first photo of our next great grandbaby due in 2020.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-Iyn8bhyuo/XTZcd08pY9I/AAAAAAAAVwo/KByy1bapeD4Lwdc9ElvvDYBNxl7VeHyjwCEwYBhgL/s1600/67176904_10156554614232934_9096947359509643264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-Iyn8bhyuo/XTZcd08pY9I/AAAAAAAAVwo/KByy1bapeD4Lwdc9ElvvDYBNxl7VeHyjwCEwYBhgL/s320/67176904_10156554614232934_9096947359509643264_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekend marked the end of the Logos Hope visit to Buenos Aires and also the closing of the Alumni retreat onboard.<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">&nbsp;After the event, our Argentine Doulos shipmates, gave the leaders&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">a replica of the Doulos</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">&nbsp;as a token to represent the wonderful memories of our time involved in the ship ministry and the ongoing impact of the experience.</span><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14px;">&nbsp;View the moving response&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/sergio.mantovani.7/videos/10219887415438643/UzpfSTE2MTUwMzI3OToxMDEwMDgwNDk3MjYxNjgzNg/">here</a>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkmkg3jkpYM/XTZcdzkkxOI/AAAAAAAAVws/q_euN1lyu6QgyXPWt5wZH2qvyRVvHvH7ACEwYBhgL/s1600/67167345_10219887381397792_5487439247470231552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkmkg3jkpYM/XTZcdzkkxOI/AAAAAAAAVws/q_euN1lyu6QgyXPWt5wZH2qvyRVvHvH7ACEwYBhgL/s640/67167345_10219887381397792_5487439247470231552_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;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So it is that life moves on and we find purpose in every day, every moment. <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"</i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><i>For in him we live and move and have our being</i>&nbsp;<i>."&nbsp; </i>(</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 16px;">Acts 17:28)</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/EwR9QlWUjQM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Summer Daze https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2019/07/summer-daze.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:501a499b-9c70-84cf-a7fe-295aa6f61096 Tue, 16 Jul 2019 07:45:18 -0400 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Summer moves on more slowly now as I wait for my bones to become knit together firmly, however each day brings new and interesting distractions.<br />Personal hygiene remains complicated, hair styling impossible, but I focus on what I can do, like walking. Most days I keep going beyond the mailbox at the top of the lane . . .<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJC4O9cXky0/XSzhkT72BMI/AAAAAAAAVt4/PCdae0MKEakJZ25879EyuXVf-6tWxziGACLcBGAs/s1600/66662946_10100801570829046_7344725364167409664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="804" height="210" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJC4O9cXky0/XSzhkT72BMI/AAAAAAAAVt4/PCdae0MKEakJZ25879EyuXVf-6tWxziGACLcBGAs/s320/66662946_10100801570829046_7344725364167409664_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . and just keep going toward the Taylor University campus and explore a different path each time exceeding my daily step goals.&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/-i053xRCyi40/XSzKqgrNbcI/AAAAAAAAVtw/O-TcXpz_XPcIrXkwMFs-OpPORFGuOlBFgCEwYBhgL/s1600/TU%2Bwalks%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i053xRCyi40/XSzKqgrNbcI/AAAAAAAAVtw/O-TcXpz_XPcIrXkwMFs-OpPORFGuOlBFgCEwYBhgL/s400/TU%2Bwalks%2BCollage.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is a good caregiver, and with some added help and a few meals still coming, we keep the household running.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mondays, however, we always look forwaed to son Stephan's meal and hearing what they've been up to. This time we got to see the repaired and restored old shepherd before it was returned to MAC,&nbsp; their church. Now it is displayed indoors away from the destructive effects of weather.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf9Ek0XM-CQ/XS2mbKinffI/AAAAAAAAVu4/-bl0w8TsZLYucT7UyHU9tHwjeYWAFJ1agCLcBGAs/s1600/old%2Bshepherd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="551" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf9Ek0XM-CQ/XS2mbKinffI/AAAAAAAAVu4/-bl0w8TsZLYucT7UyHU9tHwjeYWAFJ1agCLcBGAs/s400/old%2Bshepherd.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More art sightings:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a pour painting party for Leah's adopted birthday, my friend Georgia's idea..</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/-8FOo0m9-gN0/XSzwT5ZjtGI/AAAAAAAAVuY/5e1BhZRv4skGr-oS_Ta_yILF7ltobQs0QCLcBGAs/s1600/Pour%2Bpaint%2Bprocess%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FOo0m9-gN0/XSzwT5ZjtGI/AAAAAAAAVuY/5e1BhZRv4skGr-oS_Ta_yILF7ltobQs0QCLcBGAs/s400/Pour%2Bpaint%2Bprocess%2BCollage.jpg" width="376" /></a></div>Here are the resulting works of art. Rebecca and I just played wit watercolor.<br />my only contribution was a tree outline; she added the green.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5pVwa0J5Qw/XSzInlr-iOI/AAAAAAAAVtg/V_agq67DpNYvDeo-3yqNuuBCC2yOcVGdgCEwYBhgL/s1600/POUR%2BPAINT%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="1600" height="212" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5pVwa0J5Qw/XSzInlr-iOI/AAAAAAAAVtg/V_agq67DpNYvDeo-3yqNuuBCC2yOcVGdgCEwYBhgL/s640/POUR%2BPAINT%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening, however, I watched Sarah Cray's live tutorial on <a href="https://www.letsmakeart.com/">Let's Make Art</a>&nbsp;and attempted a small card with my limited dexterity.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts4JgPDPf4/XSzwfLxA09I/AAAAAAAAVuc/LMOY8MCqQ9odhahwQtM2txTzdq7K346zQCLcBGAs/s1600/66511899_10100801570040626_5084769167068889088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="712" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ts4JgPDPf4/XSzwfLxA09I/AAAAAAAAVuc/LMOY8MCqQ9odhahwQtM2txTzdq7K346zQCLcBGAs/s320/66511899_10100801570040626_5084769167068889088_n.jpg" width="237" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next morning was my follow-up appointment at the Central Indiana Orthopedics. The double splint was replaced by a hard cast. Ouch, the edges are hard, causin different limitations! Notice the Argentine colors, <i>albiceleste</i>, in honor of their 203rd birthday, <i>el 9 de julio.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_Oz40GLkE/XSzImnkYvJI/AAAAAAAAVtY/bzsyWBuOCakkti0fpLe4ENePNi3xGRK5QCEwYBhgL/s1600/66752388_10100801570075556_6346692036795564032_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="960" height="168" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_Oz40GLkE/XSzImnkYvJI/AAAAAAAAVtY/bzsyWBuOCakkti0fpLe4ENePNi3xGRK5QCEwYBhgL/s320/66752388_10100801570075556_6346692036795564032_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;">Needless to say I could not join Mother for the Grace Village outing to the Kosciusko County fair. They posted a few photos, and there she is playing Bingo.</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/-iMPPcAolezQ/XSzujV-vAXI/AAAAAAAAVuM/md7C_QvZ6SwGw5AD05gyhcvL1rO2gn0QgCEwYBhgL/s1600/66463652_10158585257724112_4331260972242042880_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/-iMPPcAolezQ/XSzujV-vAXI/AAAAAAAAVuM/md7C_QvZ6SwGw5AD05gyhcvL1rO2gn0QgCEwYBhgL/s400/66463652_10158585257724112_4331260972242042880_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've also been following the many reports of the visit of our sister ship Logos Hope to Buenos Aires. The highlight this week was the 40th alumni reunion with numerous photos and stories of those who gathered 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/-plANsDPH2f8/XSzujauxc8I/AAAAAAAAVuQ/8fK_yp-vSykWjsncpw6aikrK2bfd_9fSQCEwYBhgL/s1600/BA%2BLH%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="979" data-original-width="943" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plANsDPH2f8/XSzujauxc8I/AAAAAAAAVuQ/8fK_yp-vSykWjsncpw6aikrK2bfd_9fSQCEwYBhgL/s400/BA%2BLH%2BCollage.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Doulos friends, how many do you recognize in this last photo?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday and Friday Michael left very early each morning, but made sure I was dressed, fed and ready to fend for myself.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was the weekend of the <a href="http://indianaroboticsinvitational.org/history/">Indiana Robotics Invitational</a>. In its 20th or so year, this has become an elite event--only 68 of the best teams, 50 applicants were turned away. And we were invited, thanks to our high ranking in Indiana. Amazing!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thoroughly entertained watching the livestream at home, and our little team felt God's blessing in their performance and two neat surprises: Kaylee won an IRI scholarship, and alliance #1 selected 1720 as alternates and then won the championship!</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/--D_GB28hM68/XSzInSgSirI/AAAAAAAAVtg/T8FlXl22F2wO5sv6ERynXsGVZyVYqz-mQCEwYBhgL/s1600/IRI%2B2019%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1600" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D_GB28hM68/XSzInSgSirI/AAAAAAAAVtg/T8FlXl22F2wO5sv6ERynXsGVZyVYqz-mQCEwYBhgL/s640/IRI%2B2019%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was even able to join the UCC hiking group Saturday morning and be back just in time to watch the first match.&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/-3TR3bAXOyqs/XSzzY1mVZRI/AAAAAAAAVus/TH1Tb4_0v147jiAI_F2Fo_0941XJ0dK0wCLcBGAs/s1600/600_483085089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="556" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TR3bAXOyqs/XSzzY1mVZRI/AAAAAAAAVus/TH1Tb4_0v147jiAI_F2Fo_0941XJ0dK0wCLcBGAs/s640/600_483085089.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Of course someone gave me a ride. 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And with both arms injured, I am less likely to overuse them allowing the bones to rest and heal.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMuZiiDToyY/XSPk9oyqz6I/AAAAAAAAVr4/0pTwNPUMEjEPGYFzlrDr5KT7b0gzd2i_QCEwYBhgL/s1600/66587750_10100797502976056_7609248306824216576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="579" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMuZiiDToyY/XSPk9oyqz6I/AAAAAAAAVr4/0pTwNPUMEjEPGYFzlrDr5KT7b0gzd2i_QCEwYBhgL/s320/66587750_10100797502976056_7609248306824216576_n.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><br />--for friends who care and help<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_o5yIkVjoc/XSPk6-43_yI/AAAAAAAAVr8/eVqrTmmo1bQG60gPXe4Xp1r8NAYISHQEACEwYBhgL/s1600/66129111_10100797503005996_906442973690986496_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="797" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_o5yIkVjoc/XSPk6-43_yI/AAAAAAAAVr8/eVqrTmmo1bQG60gPXe4Xp1r8NAYISHQEACEwYBhgL/s320/66129111_10100797503005996_906442973690986496_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for restful naps out on the deck enjoying the beauty of summer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TET_SU1Kxkk/XSPu9BJce-I/AAAAAAAAVsU/tyi7OTP2M4otQWMCLK8SIm-ZZSykcQeUwCLcBGAs/s1600/65956536_10100797503070866_2621180229640519680_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="865" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TET_SU1Kxkk/XSPu9BJce-I/AAAAAAAAVsU/tyi7OTP2M4otQWMCLK8SIm-ZZSykcQeUwCLcBGAs/s640/65956536_10100797503070866_2621180229640519680_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for long walks around the Taylor University campus, and good books to listen to on the way.</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/-SpPDN2-UsiE/XSPk994ZTQI/AAAAAAAAVsA/IBCRRtGQ4g42MHQuEOIKZf6VFrbFLR-0wCEwYBhgL/s1600/66634242_10100797502936136_1940589481304260608_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpPDN2-UsiE/XSPk994ZTQI/AAAAAAAAVsA/IBCRRtGQ4g42MHQuEOIKZf6VFrbFLR-0wCEwYBhgL/s640/66634242_10100797502936136_1940589481304260608_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for very practical help with household chores. April and her daughters gave us a couple hours of their day to do whatever we needed and spoiled us with a treat from Ivanhoe's and flowers to brighten our home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bzJbVybmQk/XSPk8JCa5II/AAAAAAAAVrw/X98n-BaEVwsH5tIm5cdkW1WkhKlwmQfnACEwYBhgL/s1600/66409307_10100797502911186_2558692930839642112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bzJbVybmQk/XSPk8JCa5II/AAAAAAAAVrw/X98n-BaEVwsH5tIm5cdkW1WkhKlwmQfnACEwYBhgL/s640/66409307_10100797502911186_2558692930839642112_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--for meals delivered and many more to come. Kristie set up a Meal Train schedule that soon filled up, others begging for the opportunity to bless us with food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Kristie also noticed the need for weeding and stopped by after work. She enjoys getting her hands&nbsp; in the dirt and the instant gratification of a tidy garden. She just doesn't know when to quit!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z9B4zbDEjc/XSPk68r8qQI/AAAAAAAAVrw/3NJ0AA-9q74rAly417tbQf-ClFgEswDVQCEwYBhgL/s1600/66027818_10100797502886236_7153606281637396480_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="960" height="376" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z9B4zbDEjc/XSPk68r8qQI/AAAAAAAAVrw/3NJ0AA-9q74rAly417tbQf-ClFgEswDVQCEwYBhgL/s640/66027818_10100797502886236_7153606281637396480_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>--for my faithful caregiver and loving husband who keeps his promise of nearly 50 years ago, "in sickness and in health, for better or for worse."<br />I am especially grateful that he is in good health and able to get away for the long bike rides he enjoys so much.<br />On the 4th, he stopped to check the corn growth. Even after a very wet and difficult planting season for the farmers, the corn seems to be on schedule.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8j9-QytUik/XSPk-qRmx_I/AAAAAAAAVsA/1v6wtICUEqwaS1-PefzCJfgUS6l-JA04wCEwYBhgL/s1600/corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="533" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8j9-QytUik/XSPk-qRmx_I/AAAAAAAAVsA/1v6wtICUEqwaS1-PefzCJfgUS6l-JA04wCEwYBhgL/s400/corn.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Knee high by the 4th of July"</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I have been following the news from the visit of our sister-ship, the Logos Hope, to Buenos Aires. Earlier this year I had toyed with the idea of combining a visit to the ship with a reunion of old friends in the land of my youth.<br />Though the winter in Argentina has been unusually cold, the welcome the ship received there has been a very warm one. The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabriela_Michetti">Vice President</a> had offered very kind words during the official opening. This article tells more:&nbsp;<a href="http://www.omships.org/?fbclid=IwAR2Gxw2JYWcs4aBEYIafGvlyw0UN05Ekyg_w8lB12MYDQWy_PJp7SP9bYa4">Vice President's Endorsement</a>.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uby4vFRNiQU/XSPrraiQNzI/AAAAAAAAVsM/wR1f4GqW67c4j0ZvfN0NLZcoK9nqx7zvACEwYBhgL/s1600/Logos%2BHope%2BBA%2BCollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uby4vFRNiQU/XSPrraiQNzI/AAAAAAAAVsM/wR1f4GqW67c4j0ZvfN0NLZcoK9nqx7zvACEwYBhgL/s640/Logos%2BHope%2BBA%2BCollage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />--for technology which allows me to stay connected and involved even from home. It was wonderful to participate in the Sunday worship service via Livestream.<br /><br />Although I haven't attempted to paint since the accident, I did add words to the most recent piece as a way to say a big thank you to all.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dya1evI-5w/XSPwuBkLsDI/AAAAAAAAVsg/BQWb6c45n9MHZH_RwDXy_-HUz5-2MwQ2QCLcBGAs/s1600/Mooo-chas%2Bgracias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="921" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dya1evI-5w/XSPwuBkLsDI/AAAAAAAAVsg/BQWb6c45n9MHZH_RwDXy_-HUz5-2MwQ2QCLcBGAs/s320/Mooo-chas%2Bgracias.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/oN2N8j-0dFc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>