TU Writers' Bloc http://feed.informer.com/digests/PHLDZHPZOH/feeder TU Writers' Bloc Respective post owners and feed distributors Sat, 19 Jan 2019 10:55:21 -0500 Feed Informer http://feed.informer.com/ Let’s Get Tech-y: Building Your Table of Contents https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/07/31/lets-get-tech-y-building-your-table-of-contents/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:2c4dbc3f-0358-5e96-bf5a-cb9bed370a78 Sat, 31 Jul 2021 15:21:34 -0400 If you’re writing nonfiction, you will definitely need a Table of Contents (TOC). If your book is fiction, you may or may not include one. You can prepare a TOC a couple of ways. While Microsoft Word does offer an automated feature, it can be a bit cumbersome to use if you don&#8217;t understand how [&#8230;] A new season of life https://thomasrknight.com/a-new-season-of-life Freelance Knight urn:uuid:129cac66-7c3c-0360-9769-ab2e44e1f8d6 Fri, 30 Jul 2021 17:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="1200" height="628" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-A-New-Season.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="2021 - A New Season" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-A-New-Season.jpg 1200w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-A-New-Season-300x157.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-A-New-Season-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-A-New-Season-768x402.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-A-New-Season-350x183.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" /></p>&#8220;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:&#8221; Ecclesiastes 3:1 Today was my last official day of work at Taylor University, an end of a season of almost twenty-five years. A season Living in Corn Country http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49783 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:7114b68e-7bda-4b59-0eda-4ba246a46769 Wed, 28 Jul 2021 09:07:44 -0400 My taste buds are readying for a treat they’ve anticipated all year: sweet corn. I’ve doctored starchiness in store-bought corn by sprinkling sugar into its boiling water. However, it can’t make the grade if you’ve savored the fresh, Hoosier version since toddlerhood. Early summer mornings, my mother paid a farmer 25 cents a dozen for [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-eating-corn-child-559415_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-eating-corn-child-559415_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49792" width="297" height="246"/></a></figure></div> <p>My taste buds are readying for a treat they’ve anticipated all year: sweet corn.</p> <p>I’ve doctored starchiness in store-bought corn by sprinkling sugar into its boiling water. However, it can’t make the grade if you’ve savored the fresh, Hoosier version since toddlerhood.</p> <p>Early summer mornings, my mother paid a farmer 25 cents a dozen for dewy ears he loaded into our station wagon.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-silk-corn-on-the-cob-2708115_1280-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-silk-corn-on-the-cob-2708115_1280-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49793" width="297" height="309"/></a></figure></div> <p>Helping Mom shuck, I played with silks resembling golden locks adorning fairy-tale princesses — and my little sister. Tresses I, a brunette, couldn’t hope to possess.</p> <p>The corn’s taste, however, erased that frustration. My siblings and I, dribbling melted butter, pretended to type with our teeth: <em>chomp-chomp-chomp-chomp-chomp-chomp</em>&#8211;<strong><em>ding</em></strong><em>!</em></p> <p>Mom battled greedy little hands that pilfered from bowls of kernels she was preparing for the freezer.</p> <p>Our obsession, however, couldn’t compare with that of one consumer who ate 57 ears in 12 minutes. Gideon Oji won the 2021 National Sweet Corn Eating Championship in West Palm Beach, Florida.</p> <p>I’ll bet Gideon’s mom wished she paid only 25 cents a dozen. Maybe she sneaked bagsful into the freezer at 2 a.m., hoping to hide them from her son.</p> <p>Good luck with that, Mrs. Oji. He’s probably microwaving them as we speak.</p> <p>I don’t possess Gideon’s speed, but might compete with his capacity. I could eat sweet corn all day, every day.</p> <p>So, I eagerly await July, exchanging information at church with fellow corn addicts.</p> <div class="wp-block-group"><div class="wp-block-group__inner-container"></div></div> <div class="wp-block-columns"> <div class="wp-block-column" style="flex-basis:25%"> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-vert-corn-maize-5463051_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="414" height="1024" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-vert-corn-maize-5463051_1920-414x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49794" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-vert-corn-maize-5463051_1920-414x1024.jpg 414w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-vert-corn-maize-5463051_1920-121x300.jpg 121w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-vert-corn-maize-5463051_1920.jpg 517w" sizes="(max-width: 414px) 100vw, 414px" /></a></figure> </div> <div class="wp-block-column" style="flex-basis:50%"> <p><strong>Me:</strong> Does the guy on Highway 5 have any?</p> <p><strong>Fellow Corn Addict 1:</strong> Not yet, but I saw him pull his wagon into the driveway. Should have the good stuff soon.</p> <p><strong>Fellow Corn Addict 2:</strong> Maybe the farmer who sells from his golf cart?</p> <p><strong>Me:</strong> Actually, I think he was off to play golf.</p> <p><strong>FCA 1:</strong> How about the little stand at the gas station?</p> <p><strong>FCA 2:</strong> Shh! <em>(She glances around the fellowship area.)</em> There’s Erma Plunk, and when it comes to corn, she’s all ears. Yesterday, I thought I’d beat her to the gas station, but she’d cleaned it out.</p> <p><strong>Me:</strong> Erma’s pulled the same thing for years. Let’s all go super early tomorrow and stuff our cars to the roof. <em>(All nod.)</em></p> <p><strong>FCA 1:</strong> What if Erma shows up?</p> <p><strong>Me:</strong> We’ll pray for her.</p> </div> <div class="wp-block-column" style="flex-basis:25%"></div> </div> <p>However, the corn’s real Owner reminded me He’d grown those ears for everyone. My partners in corn conspiracy received the same memo.</p> <p>We shared with Erma.</p> <p>Sadly, all good things — even Hoosier sweet corn — come to an end. When we visit favorite sources and view “see you next year” signs, our taste buds languish.</p> <p>Still, the corn we froze will keep us going when fields are covered with snow.</p> <p>Sigh. We’ll survive until another summer in corn country.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-buttered-corn-5049970_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210728-p-buttered-corn-5049970_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49789" width="663" height="381"/></a></figure></div> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you a sweet corn fanatic?</p> A Very Full Week https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-full-week-30.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:e1ec1975-7c37-90cf-3bfe-34427169676e Wed, 28 Jul 2021 07:08:09 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's bouquets from Tennessee continue to delight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our garden does not yield such varieties. But on my walks, I notice and enjoy many wild flowers each time, and attempt to read and learn about them. For example, how do I tell the difference between Queen Anne's Lace and Hemlock, its lookalike?&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/s832/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A lovely Sunday surprise: Stephan called and said they were headed our way to dine out at Payne's and could we join them!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In addition to the great food and conversation, we were noticing all the timber framing in the addition to the restaurant. Stephan is working on that this week. (See <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>.)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">A different kind of surprise awaited Michael Monday morning when he opened the meter base to figure out what had caused the oozing stain. He immediately called the electric company to come out and&nbsp; unlock the top part. The guy had never seen anything like that.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="368" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h564/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night I had a meeting, so Michael sent a photo of the meal Stephan served. Karen did much better than that, she sent home food for me!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1101/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the tomato baby, and the zucchini brownies! They were wonderful. She sent me the recipe, now the pressure is on for me to make some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I had our usual fun activities and ended with a short walk on the Taylor campus. I am so grateful to have these weekly opportunities to spend time together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s832/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael deserves all the focus this week. He's in the middle of several big projects. This week he and Leah painted little climbers on the finished climbing wall.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1200" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h252/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent two days priming the side of the building for a mural to be painted next week.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Back-breaking work</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also made several trips to Stephan's to begin work on all things electrical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way he always stops to buy sweet corn from Moriah's cousin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one long day, he tackled the process of prepping six dozen ears for the freezer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never stops! It's against his religion!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In lieu of a photo of the messy process</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the many projects, we are enjoying summer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wouldn't think of missing his long Saturday bicycle rides with the Muncie group. 88 miles this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had fun at the Farmers' Market. Among many other goodies, I bought this bouquet of tiger lilies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's so much more I could write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just keep plodding on, grateful for each opportunity and the necessary health.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/QAzDuVD96f8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> A Full Week #30 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/a-full-week-30.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:857df910-d67d-0413-9888-a12d39c5334f Tue, 27 Jul 2021 23:10:17 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's bouquets from Tennessee continue to delight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our garden does not yield such varieties. But on my walks, I notice and enjoy many wild flowers each time, and attempt to read and learn about them. For example, how do I tell the difference between Queen Anne's Lace and Hemlock, its lookalike?&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/s832/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A different kind of surprise awaited Michael when he opened the meter base to figure out what had caused the oozing stain. He immediately called the electric company to come out and&nbsp; unlock the top part. The guy had never seen anything like that.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="368" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h564/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night I had a meeting, so Michael sent a photo of the meal Stephan served. Karen did much better than that, she sent home food for me!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1101/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the tomato baby, and the zucchini brownies! They were wonderful. She sent me the recipe, now the pressure is on for me to make some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I had our usual fun activities and ended with a short walk on the Taylor campus. I am so grateful to have these weekly opportunities to spend time together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s832/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael deserves all the focus this week. He's in the middle of several big projects. This week he and Leah painted little climbers on the finished climbing wall.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1200" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h252/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent two days priming the side of the building for a mural to be painted next week.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Back-breaking work</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also made several trips to Stephan's to begin work on all things electrical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way he always stops to buy sweet corn from Moriah's cousin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one long day, he tackled the process of prepping six dozen ears for the freezer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never stops! It's against his religion!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In lieu of a photo of the messy process</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the many projects, we are enjoying summer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wouldn't think of missing his long Saturday bicycle rides with the Muncie group. 88 miles this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had fun at the Farmers' Market. Among many other goodies, I bought this bouquet of tiger lilies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's so much more I could write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just keep plodding on, grateful for each opportunity and the necessary health.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/QAzDuVD96f8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Classic OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer. O my God, Thank You for blessing our garden with squash. We have eaten sautéed squash, squash salad, squash fritters, squash in spaghetti sauce and tacos and desserts. OMG, is squash Your 21st-century version of manna? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49778 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:172609d9-f0f8-ba21-66a8-2f29db040b04 Mon, 26 Jul 2021 09:04:09 -0400 This prayer was originally published on August 22, 2016. <p><em>This prayer was originally published on August 22, 2016.</em></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210726-yellow-squash-3901440_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210726-yellow-squash-3901440_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49780" width="661" height="441"/></a></figure></div> Empty Nest – First Flights https://thomasrknight.com/empty-nest-first-flights Freelance Knight urn:uuid:45d10a09-ed39-9a90-5b19-83358fa86782 Fri, 23 Jul 2021 06:23:00 -0400 <p><img width="960" height="640" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Empty Nest" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest.jpg 960w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest-300x200.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest-768x512.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Empty-Nest-308x205.jpg 308w" sizes="(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px" /></p>This weekend we begin the process of becoming empty nesters as parents. We are moving Rachel to Bloomington, Indiana to being her studies at Indiana University’s Luddy School for Informatics to work on a Masters of Library Science. In a Week 29 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-29.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:30655729-4dc0-68c0-0b8b-cc20516ce8bf Wed, 21 Jul 2021 11:32:15 -0400 <p>&nbsp;</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's bouquet for 7/11/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the Sunday Moriah treated us to her homemade Lemon Rosemary Chicken dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="158" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/w180-h320/image.png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made ice cream and Michael baked buttermilk biscuits for strawberry shortcake, like we often had with the girls when we lived in the same house.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Moriah even tried out her engineering skills to repair the light by my recliner. (Thank you!) And, furthermore, this week she resoundingly impressed the hiring committee at <a href="https://www.allisontransmission.com/">Allison Transmssion</a>, and will begin work in Indianapolis in less than a month.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday evening as usual we surveyed the progress on Stephan and Karen's house. Her parents had been there for a few days, visiting from Evansville. Dad Red (a retired electrician) began installing the electrical boxes and running wire. Mom Dolores painted door jambs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week, Michael worked steadily at the Switch Up and finished installing the climbing wall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s669/Switch%2BUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="669" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h344/Switch%2BUp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to walk almost daily, grateful for the resolve that gets me out to enjoy the beauty of nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/Lillies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1683" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h213/Lillies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1683" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h236/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Sam's family is experiencing the chaos of a major move from Muncie to New Palestine. Can anyone relate? Does this bring back memories?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Michael drove the robot and the drive team to Lawrence Central High School in Indianapolis to set up the pit and practice for Saturday's off-season FRC event.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="960" height="350" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h350/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.firstindianarobotics.org/finite-recharge-off-season-frc-event-information/">FINite Recharge</a>&nbsp;was a much smaller event, only 24 teams, not nearly the hype of pre-COVID competitions. And our robot (Infinite Horsepower)'s performance not nearly as stellar as seen in the video still playing on the <a href="https://phyxtgears.org/">PhyXTGears</a>' website. However, a good time was had by all. I was blessed to be able to attend and meet parents and students. The new team members, all quite young, had the opportunity to experience a FIRST robotics competition, to learn and grow in their understanding of the robot and their enthusiasm for the game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a ride down with Moriah and her dad, who after our team's loss in quarter finals, continued apartment search to get her situated before the new job begins next month.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/FIN.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1557" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h256/FIN.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Moriah and Mee Sun in the stands. Who wins the eye-smiling competition?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="1557" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h188/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Infinite Horsepower and the drive team exiting after their final game.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s684/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="684" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h556/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group sharing after Arby's meal</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I rode back to Muncie with one of the new families and learned of several experiences we share, including Spanish speaking and teaching, travel to same place in Mexico, and common friends there. We concluded that <i>El mundo es un pañuelo </i>i.e. "It's a small world."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, chapter 10 kept me quite busy this week. Nevertheless, it published Thursday: <i><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/fiestas-celebrations-and-festivities.html?m=1">Fiestas</a>.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/X_6ye5B13n4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> In Defense of Muzak http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49759 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:7f9ab0bf-d9b2-11e5-dc89-4e435e167615 Wed, 21 Jul 2021 02:30:00 -0400 Yes, it’s true. Without bribery, I listen to Muzak®, aka elevator music, aka easy listening. Writers who discuss music of any kind may as well bungee jump into a volcano. Pulitzer Prize winner Dave Barry learned this when he dissed singer Neil Diamond. When a flabbergasted Barry received piles of hate mail, his delighted publisher [&#8230;] <p>Yes, it’s true. Without bribery, I listen to Muzak<sup>®</sup>, aka elevator music, aka easy listening.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-records-4812884_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-records-4812884_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49764" width="426" height="319"/></a></figure></div> <p>Writers who discuss music of any kind may as well bungee jump into a volcano. Pulitzer Prize winner Dave Barry learned this when he dissed singer Neil Diamond. When a flabbergasted Barry received piles of hate mail, his delighted publisher commissioned Barry to write an entire book about music he loathed. And hired an army of lawyers.</p> <p>No one’s hired even one for me, so I’ll stick to easy listening’s positive aspects — though <em>nobody </em>admits to liking Muzak<sup>®</sup>. Like scorn for gluten, happy endings and the Pledge of Allegiance, disdain for elevator music has become fashionable.</p> <p>Critics dismiss it as simple — God protect us from simplicity! — and even happy.</p> <p>Everyone knows happiness is for lightweights like Jane Bennet in Jane Austen’s <em>Pride and Prejudice</em>, who flunked Mr. Darcy’s standards: “Miss Bennet he admitted to be pretty, but she smiled too much.”</p> <p>Contemporary Mr. Darcys believe Muzak<sup>®</sup> should be banished to avoid annoying unhappy people who want to stay that way.</p> <p>Still, I don’t rubber-stamp all easy listening songs, Frank and Nancy Sinatra’s hit, “Somethin’ Stupid,” sounded stupid in 1967 and still does. When I am put on hold with “Send in the Clowns,” I can grind my teeth with any Muzak<sup>®</sup> hater.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="797" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920-1024x797.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49760" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920-1024x797.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920-300x233.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920-768x597.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920-1536x1195.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920-624x485.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/320732-p-open-and-shut-elevators-1756630_1920.jpg 1697w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure> <p>Still, is it fair to label all elevator music as unworthy of elevators? Many arrangements, instrumentalists, and vocalists are superior to the originals.</p> <p>While you writhe in shock, allow me to mention other Muzak<sup>®</sup> positives:</p> <ul><li>It sounds better than “Your call is important to us. Please stay on the line for the next decade or until you die, whichever comes first.”</li></ul> <ul><li>Elevator music evokes naps, which benefit all humankind.</li></ul> <ul><li>It employs hungry musicians, so they’re less likely to play under our windows on Saturday nights.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-radio-and-oldtimer-4609926_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-radio-and-oldtimer-4609926_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49763" width="356" height="266" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-radio-and-oldtimer-4609926_1280.jpg 890w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-radio-and-oldtimer-4609926_1280-300x224.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-radio-and-oldtimer-4609926_1280-768x574.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-radio-and-oldtimer-4609926_1280-624x466.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 356px) 100vw, 356px" /></a></figure></div> <ul><li>It provides opportunities to sing along in stores, mortifying children and grandchildren.</li></ul> <ul><li>Actually, elevator music brings generations together. Oldie lovers feel smug because they know what “real” music is. Critics of yesterday’s hits flaunt trendy musical taste. Everyone feels superior — truly a win-win situation.</li></ul> <ul><li>Easy listening music also transports one to the past e.g., dancing at the prom. Sure, Muzak<sup>®</sup> also may provoke memories of a date painful as shin splints, or a breakup that resembled a Sylvester Stallone film. Given enough violins, though, such misery can be transmogrified into sweet melancholy at the remembrance of young love. At worst, you can congratulate yourself that you dodged that bullet.</li></ul> <ul><li>Finally, Muzak<sup>®</sup>, in provoking memories, proves I still have one.</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image is-style-default"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-headphones-flopped-cute-15719_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210721-p-headphones-flopped-cute-15719_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49769" width="357" height="273"/></a></figure></div> <p>I imagine Dave Barry, my fellow bungee-volcano jumper, would agree this discussion is worth it.</p> <p>“Sweet Caroline,” anyone?</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Do you secretly like Muzak<sup>®</sup>?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: I’ve Missed You, You Turkey http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49773 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:b2dcdff2-73d1-1123-9a6a-dcc3de2db8bd Mon, 19 Jul 2021 02:30:00 -0400 O Lord, once upon a time, we were Bossy Big Sister and Ornery Baby Brother. You know perfectly well that hasn’t changed completely. But now, reunited after several years, OMG, thank You we can share a big hug. <p><strong>O Lord, once upon a time, we were Bossy Big Sister and Ornery Baby Brother. You know perfectly well that hasn’t changed completely. But now, reunited after several years, OMG, thank You we can share a big hug.</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210719-JonRachael.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210719-JonRachael.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49774" width="490" height="367" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210719-JonRachael.jpg 311w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210719-JonRachael-300x225.jpg 300w" sizes="(max-width: 490px) 100vw, 490px" /></a></figure></div> Do you read books on writing or editing? https://thomasrknight.com/do-you-read-books-on-writing-or-editing Freelance Knight urn:uuid:d1d4f2dd-0c45-7952-27b8-8b32d50660c5 Fri, 16 Jul 2021 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="960" height="635" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Books-on-Writing-and-Editing.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Books on Writing and Editing" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Books-on-Writing-and-Editing.jpg 960w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Books-on-Writing-and-Editing-300x198.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Books-on-Writing-and-Editing-768x508.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/2021-Books-on-Writing-and-Editing-310x205.jpg 310w" sizes="(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px" /></p>Are you a writer or editor? If so, do you read books on writing or editing? Do you find them helpful? Do they inspire you? Do they frustrate you? I ask this as I am currently starting to read The Independence Days https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/blog-post.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:aafc6ac1-535f-e927-ea24-b8448ecee6aa Wed, 14 Jul 2021 16:33:57 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As if to illustrate, or emphasize the title, Week 28 published itself independently before I commented on the photos! Such a surprise! That fits right in with the <strike>numerous</strike> exasperating technological issues I've had so far this week. "Better late than never." So, here we go. Let's try again, beginning with Karin's glads to gladden our hearts.&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/-rF9Y3FqcnPg/YO3rqIAF1bI/AAAAAAAAbZM/eQrMwfP_bqwf_XBXq1vdUgGtG0jcOyrlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-4-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF9Y3FqcnPg/YO3rqIAF1bI/AAAAAAAAbZM/eQrMwfP_bqwf_XBXq1vdUgGtG0jcOyrlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-4-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, July 4, we were very gladdened by a visit from son Sam's family. It was so good to catch up and fellowship before their move to New Palestine, happening even as I write. They will be closer to Kristie's job in Greenfield.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDW7Hp_bz7c/YO3r99_RNMI/AAAAAAAAbZc/5s6LUMD7ez80T4O8CVNGbEwX9MhAnxywwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/213599682_10101240243804886_706280608584955124_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="960" height="254" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hDW7Hp_bz7c/YO3r99_RNMI/AAAAAAAAbZc/5s6LUMD7ez80T4O8CVNGbEwX9MhAnxywwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h254/213599682_10101240243804886_706280608584955124_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;">And, as it was the 4th of July, Independence Day, we joined Leah's family for Jimmy's annual fireworks display.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all find a place in front of the Kern home (Kayla and Matt's house) facing the field where Jimmy and Skye set off a carefully chosen variety and sequence of fireworks for our enjoyment (and theirs?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdql2r01oQs/YO32ncV5aEI/AAAAAAAAbZw/2FTNH98FGFM6fTxwCTjf4C4dCVU3WRmeACLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/218345483_10101243947881886_2747791485249120311_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1440" height="278" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdql2r01oQs/YO32ncV5aEI/AAAAAAAAbZw/2FTNH98FGFM6fTxwCTjf4C4dCVU3WRmeACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h278/218345483_10101243947881886_2747791485249120311_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAPE2KA-hw/YO32dFJHczI/AAAAAAAAbZs/I42L3joVBIAlvRysZUblEbioQXmzwE5fwCLcBGAsYHQ/s738/fireworks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAPE2KA-hw/YO32dFJHczI/AAAAAAAAbZs/I42L3joVBIAlvRysZUblEbioQXmzwE5fwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h185/fireworks.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 children get to play with sparklers.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The lit up back porch in the background is where Nana lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m34K8BSg2Uk/YO33D-3njQI/AAAAAAAAbaA/HU9KkNlhV9QivaPRH_ZSGvR_ne8bOMN6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s738/Rebecca%2B7.4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="185" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m34K8BSg2Uk/YO33D-3njQI/AAAAAAAAbaA/HU9KkNlhV9QivaPRH_ZSGvR_ne8bOMN6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h185/Rebecca%2B7.4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Kalani, however, fell asleep before the show. He was tuckered out from the preparation all afternoon as he tried to join in with his parents and Papaw unwrapping, selecting and sequencing the goods.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZClkgmgKPNk/YO367KDO-RI/AAAAAAAAbaM/tD5ZMpQWOskOnwam6urC9eeTHlrmHns5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s439/Kalani%2B7.4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZClkgmgKPNk/YO367KDO-RI/AAAAAAAAbaM/tD5ZMpQWOskOnwam6urC9eeTHlrmHns5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Kalani%2B7.4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was back to work Monday for Michael even if it was a government holiday. Using two stacked scaffolds, he managed to finish painting the difficult-to-reach heights. Throughout the rest of the week, among other tasks, he overcame a few other challenges and completed the huge task of painting the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBowyqrKyIQ/YO3rw41uhEI/AAAAAAAAbZQ/G-EsWgTO3A8yFZvZDF3RhZ-R_iyfvrcyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/216116696_10101241589797506_6064180996304569715_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBowyqrKyIQ/YO3rw41uhEI/AAAAAAAAbZQ/G-EsWgTO3A8yFZvZDF3RhZ-R_iyfvrcyQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/216116696_10101241589797506_6064180996304569715_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I explored a different road on my daily walk and came across some lovely sights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaV77ZqZvr4/YO38gi91fiI/AAAAAAAAbac/B75j0ruzq4gJMCgG_ZBEigJhmQjiu8W_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s336/83.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="317" data-original-width="336" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaV77ZqZvr4/YO38gi91fiI/AAAAAAAAbac/B75j0ruzq4gJMCgG_ZBEigJhmQjiu8W_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h378/83.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We truly enjoy the weekly gathering (and the food!) at Stephan and Karen's Monday Night Dinner. And there's the added anticipation of surveying the progress on their new house.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ8xhDUdumI/YO37I0oWQSI/AAAAAAAAbaQ/h954KP4OEVAmUA1XcO8cA-2I78JUCEQQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/S%2B%2526%2BK%2Bhouse%2B7.5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ8xhDUdumI/YO37I0oWQSI/AAAAAAAAbaQ/h954KP4OEVAmUA1XcO8cA-2I78JUCEQQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/S%2B%2526%2BK%2Bhouse%2B7.5.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interior framing in progress</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday mornings my friend Jane and I walk for an hour. We explored some of the paths on the TU campus. Among many interesting things to look at, we discovered a rose bush with three different color blooms, apparently in stages--white, rose, and yellow. Can anyone explain this mystery?</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/-2_nNldclAvU/YO38r00iU9I/AAAAAAAAbag/xBAZW6x1MQQzNB43AHCh_bBClOe2YQWywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Walk%2Bw%2BJane%2B7.6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_nNldclAvU/YO38r00iU9I/AAAAAAAAbag/xBAZW6x1MQQzNB43AHCh_bBClOe2YQWywCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/Walk%2Bw%2BJane%2B7.6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've listened to the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/?fbclid=IwAR0HcokQ2yXhdTZst7pHGFUSOMLHj971xhyqPUCxdN3K5dDC6fq317aGECs">Daily Audio Bible</a> for a dozen or more years, but this is the first time I participated in the annual Long Walk. This is what I posted about the experience on social media.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span face="&quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; font-size: 15px;">The Long Walk took me on a new neighborhood that began with lovely blossoms and sunshine and ended in the rain and cold wind. Halfway, I discovered this poignant reminder: Jesus died for me and for the sinners next to him. Only one turned to him for forgiveness and was immediately welcomed into Paradise. The world is divided like that: those who receive Him and have life and those who reject and are lost. The rain reminded me to give thanks in everything and that He promised to be with me through it all and unto the end, and beyond!&nbsp;</span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl oo9gr5id gpro0wi8 lrazzd5p" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/dablongwalk2021?__eep__=6&amp;__tn__=R*F" role="link" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; animation-name: none; background-color: #f0f2f5; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-width: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; cursor: pointer; display: inline; font-family: &quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: 600; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; touch-action: manipulation; transition-property: none;" tabindex="0">#DABLongwalk2021</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlHKE-nd2c/YO385t3pRyI/AAAAAAAAbao/cO4Jb7R5XsUcwvw2ceoM6A5Hvf1xDe_oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1442/Long%2BWalk%2B7.7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1442" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqlHKE-nd2c/YO385t3pRyI/AAAAAAAAbao/cO4Jb7R5XsUcwvw2ceoM6A5Hvf1xDe_oQCLcBGAsYHQ/w333-h400/Long%2BWalk%2B7.7.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael began work on yet another summer project. He is building a climbing wall at the Switch Up, an after-school program in the neighboring town of Van Buren. He had offered to do this some years ago and now finally it was approved and is happening.</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/-5i0kBeKiayY/YO9J23p5NcI/AAAAAAAAbbQ/fFELnIcUsB4gjcNun5giDLX2Qqb33oyuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="1200" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5i0kBeKiayY/YO9J23p5NcI/AAAAAAAAbbQ/fFELnIcUsB4gjcNun5giDLX2Qqb33oyuACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/FotoJet.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;">Friday, July 9, was Leah's adopted birthday. These three young ladies, the Blakely landscaping crew,&nbsp; surprised her by clearing out an area and planting a flower garden of perennials and annuals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-jEdT8zngU/YO39C-Hna2I/AAAAAAAAbas/X_NaKwwHUQMy3o94i8sbS1Bozz5qJS-JwCLcBGAsYHQ/s738/leah%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="738" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-jEdT8zngU/YO39C-Hna2I/AAAAAAAAbas/X_NaKwwHUQMy3o94i8sbS1Bozz5qJS-JwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h296/leah%2Bbd.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>9 de julio </i>is also an important holiday in Argentina,&nbsp;<i>el Día de la Independencia. </i>I celebrated by listening to Argentine music played by a very gifted Argentine young man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, while Michael was out bicycling, I enjoyed a very interactive musical show by <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/">Mrs. Kate</a>. This special children's program was organized and sponsored by the local public library. The talented staff of four women includes our granddaughter Kayla, who also designed and made their t-shirts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzetWu4q4hY/YO3-cvMT8gI/AAAAAAAAba4/YCYz1Tb5h74WprLGIyVdZcTJCclMQ9bugCLcBGAsYHQ/s814/Mrs.%2BKate%2B7.10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="814" height="542" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hzetWu4q4hY/YO3-cvMT8gI/AAAAAAAAba4/YCYz1Tb5h74WprLGIyVdZcTJCclMQ9bugCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h542/Mrs.%2BKate%2B7.10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, Times, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Any other familiar faces in these pics?</div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/v4ETMkQIkvw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Classic Post: Lilies of the Field http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49727 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:33518374-7a68-7575-3b4e-49a8a98bffc8 Wed, 14 Jul 2021 11:31:09 -0400 This post first appeared on July 11, 2018. Near our yard’s edges, orange lilies accentuate the breathtaking beauty of street signs: speed limit, street name, even dead end. Surely no one deliberately planted flowers of such pathetic pedigree. These gangly commoners share none of the refinement of day lilies, their aristocratic cousins.&#160; &#160;&#160;&#160; Whoever nurtured [&#8230;] <p><em><em>This post first appeared on</em></em> <em>July 11, 2018.</em></p> <div class="wp-block-media-text alignwide is-stacked-on-mobile is-vertically-aligned-top"><figure class="wp-block-media-text__media"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="483" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/180711-SignStreetLilies.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-12486 size-full" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/180711-SignStreetLilies.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/180711-SignStreetLilies-186x300.jpg 186w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p>Near our yard’s edges, orange lilies accentuate the breathtaking beauty of street signs: speed limit, street name, even dead end.</p> <p>Surely no one deliberately planted flowers of such pathetic pedigree. These gangly commoners share none of the refinement of day lilies, their aristocratic cousins.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p> <p>Whoever nurtured mine did not stop with signs. She/he invited them to surround the patio, where an army of orange sentinels stand at attention. Neither horizontal rain, windstorm, nor hail beat them down. Nothing short of a nuclear blast prevents their annual return.</p> </div></div> <p>I know this because their anonymous planter also nurtured them around our mailbox — until my husband, replacing it, obliterated the lily bulbs.</p> <p>Undaunted, the invaders returned, only to be mowed down again and again. And again.</p> <p>Stubborn? Worse than a gang of telemarketers.</p> <p>Why, then, did I transfer orange lily shoots to a spot near our front door?</p> <p>Um &#8230; maybe the gardener who introduced the lilies wasn’t so dumb. Perhaps, like me, she/he was desperate. I had nicknamed that flower bed the “Sahara.”</p> <p>Morning glories, petunias, zinnias, marigolds — none of my usual stalwarts had survived it. Would I have to comb the Internet for Martian cacti?</p> <p>Instead, I planted lily shoots. Three days later, they had not shriveled.</p> <p><em>Gasp!</em> What had I done?</p> <p>Yet, I could not yank them. I just … kind of forgot to water them.</p> <p>Finally, the hopeful sprigs disintegrated into yellow July dust. I could forget my embarrassing temporary insanity.</p> <p>Until the following March. Tiny, green leaves stuck out, na-na-na-boo-boo tongues that grew into spindly plants.</p> <p>How could I pull them? They have flourished unpampered.</p> <p>I rarely talk to the lilies. Other plants do not socialize with them. We all fear they will take over the yard — maybe the world.</p> <p>Though I wouldn’t mind if they conquered the crabgrass.</p> <p>Vases chock full of lilies do brighten my mantels. My dining room table. My piano. …</p> <p>All right, so my deep, dark secret is out.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/lilies.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/lilies.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49729" width="656" height="490"/></a></figure> <p>I have plebian tastes. I like orange lilies.</p> <p>These flowers scorn <em>Better Homes and Gardens </em>ratings. They grow in vacant lots, parking lots, behind Big Lots. Their determination to cover their world with beauty knows no limits.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/SignDead-endLilies.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/SignDead-endLilies.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49731" width="279" height="447" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/SignDead-endLilies.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/SignDead-endLilies-188x300.jpg 188w" sizes="(max-width: 279px) 100vw, 279px" /></a></figure></div> <p>I must have passed down my plebian tastes to a daughter. Scorning roses for her senior picture, she held a cluster of orange lilies. </p> <p>Funny, her people bouquets consist of the unsung, too. She gathers needy children, cherishing beauty bypassed by others. Maybe the wealth of orange lilies edging her fence inspire her days.</p> <p>As mine should.</p> <p>Anyone blessed with orange-lilyfied street signs — even a dead-end one — is bound to see her world in a beautiful way.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong>&nbsp;What “plebian” flowers do you like?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: We’re Grown-Ups Now, Right? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49734 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:34b62063-6dcf-6631-d175-1416162650fd Mon, 12 Jul 2021 02:30:00 -0400 O Lord, You know that once upon a time, my cousins and I were less than saintly — especially, together. But OMG, we&#8217;ve come a long way. Um … we have, haven’t we? <p><strong>O Lord, You know that once upon a time, my cousins and I were less than saintly — especially, together. But OMG, we&#8217;ve come a long way. Um … we have, haven’t we</strong>?</p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RandySimsRachael-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="400" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RandySimsRachael-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="49737" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=49737" class="wp-image-49737" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RandySimsRachael-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RandySimsRachael-1-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RobersonLsRachael-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="502" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RobersonLsRachael-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="49738" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RobersonLsRachael-1.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=49738" class="wp-image-49738" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RobersonLsRachael-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210712-RobersonLsRachael-1-179x300.jpg 179w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></li></ul></figure> <p></p> Lost and Found Superhero http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49700 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:de7946b0-56c7-9ab4-03ab-047f19b7459e Wed, 07 Jul 2021 02:30:00 -0400 If I were to design a superhero, I wouldn’t create a Man of Steel or Woman in spandex. No power bracelets or magic rings. My superhero wouldn’t need a gas-guzzling super-car that always breaks the speed limit but never is issued even a warning. Instead, I’d invent a superhero who finds things. No computers or [&#8230;] <p>If I were to design a superhero, I wouldn’t create a Man of Steel or Woman in spandex. No power bracelets or magic rings. My superhero wouldn’t need a gas-guzzling super-car that always breaks the speed limit but never is issued even a warning.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-cropped-wonder-woman-552109_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="219" height="225" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-cropped-wonder-woman-552109_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49721"/></a></figure></div> <p>Instead, I’d invent a superhero who finds things.</p> <p>No computers or radar allowed. I want a superhero with an inborn, omniscient talent for zipping up black holes before they suck in all left socks, kids’ Spam Museum permission slips, and pens that write.</p> <p>My superhero need not leap tall buildings in a single bound. I just want her to find fat-free mayo on sale. <em>Minty </em>breath mints. And Seductive Salmon.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-cropped-lipstick-2722847_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-cropped-lipstick-2722847_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49703" width="169" height="94"/></a></figure></div> <p>Not an amorous fish. I want the lipstick. The moment I deem one my favorite, cosmetic gurus shriek, “Rachael Phillips likes it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” My marketing kiss of death sends Seductive Salmon posthaste to a black hole.</p> <p>Where our keys also reside. They disappear, especially when I was due somewhere 20 minutes ago. I find the keys to our first apartment and those to old cars we maintained when our children still (theoretically) lived at home. But current car keys? They vanished upon our signing the purchase agreement. I eventually find them — often in the freezer, beside my frosted-over cell phone. Still, both continually play truant.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-cropped-key-2148476_1280-small.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-cropped-key-2148476_1280-small.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49702" width="263" height="189"/></a></figure></div> <p>As do gas stations. When driving to catch a predawn flight, I inevitably discover my gas gauge points below E. At this signal, all stations at all freeway exits disguise themselves as bait shops.</p> <p>Please do not tell me to trust a GPS. Once, when I traveled with writers so hungry we gnawed our books, one of those cruel, lady-voiced demons sent us to five different boarded-up restaurants.</p> <p>I might consider a super-GPS that could locate tax receipts. Correction: the right tax receipts. I readily unearth one that records I ate a Belly Burger in Yazoo City, Mississippi, in 1999. But has anyone seen my 2020 W-2?</p> <p>I also should program my superhero to lose things for me.</p> <p>For example, my champion would swallow hated lyrics and toxic tunes that imprint themselves on my mental hard drive.</p> <p>However, my superhero wouldn’t swallow pizza, strawberry-rhubarb pie, or moose tracks sundaes. That’s my job. Hers: banish the calories.</p> <p>She’d deliver me from public restroom stalls with empty toilet paper spools and broken locks. My superhero would absorb the fines for library books I checked out during the first Bush administration. She’d scare away dandelions and crabgrass.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-Lego-spiderman-pads-4661042_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210707-p-Lego-spiderman-pads-4661042_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49704" width="325" height="244"/></a></figure></div> <p>Oh, Lost and Found Superhero, please be real! I’ll give you a big, gas-guzzling superhero car.</p> <p>But you will have to find the keys.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Do you need a Lost and Found Superhero?</p> Week 27 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-27.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:88fe0d3c-d799-fdf5-218d-8df2d5da9d38 Tue, 06 Jul 2021 19:59:12 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another lovely array of blooms from Tennessee. Cousin Karin blesses us each week with one or more pics of her floral arrangements.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5_NPzawnBg/YORm-obEfgI/AAAAAAAAbWw/UgqUd1-wE0EQeGkdPcAE1Opx5nRrxCIuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B6-27-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5_NPzawnBg/YORm-obEfgI/AAAAAAAAbWw/UgqUd1-wE0EQeGkdPcAE1Opx5nRrxCIuACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B6-27-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to enjoy the changing local blossoms on my daily walks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On this day I also caught sight of one of the painted rocks Rebecca and I placed a couple weeks ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4TfQHW5tc/YORnunG0N_I/AAAAAAAAbXA/52Si0hRko6wPfHi7EGN_5BdMKK69jxQnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/lilies%2Band%2Bmail%2Bboxes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1461" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4TfQHW5tc/YORnunG0N_I/AAAAAAAAbXA/52Si0hRko6wPfHi7EGN_5BdMKK69jxQnQCLcBGAsYHQ/w390-h400/lilies%2Band%2Bmail%2Bboxes.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday evening, Karen served a delicious and colorful meal and for dessert, freshly picked wild black raspberries, very abundant on their property.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pm9ujGlKbU/YORn6-L_7RI/AAAAAAAAbXE/ez2ZhMJxtBQr3CsFgXUpBItGjF_wjnrJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1560/MND.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1560" data-original-width="1077" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pm9ujGlKbU/YORn6-L_7RI/AAAAAAAAbXE/ez2ZhMJxtBQr3CsFgXUpBItGjF_wjnrJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is still trying to finish painting our house. How to safely reach the highest part has taken trial and error. He checked out the different lifts available for rent. He thought a smaller one would work, but it was impossible to get close enough to the house without destroying the flower garden.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94eEQkZn8Co/YORoLgzgSMI/AAAAAAAAbXQ/bYGppciJbJA2xNjOBn5MYvPLHngYmjydwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/211859426_10101240241848806_8250121453667662324_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94eEQkZn8Co/YORoLgzgSMI/AAAAAAAAbXQ/bYGppciJbJA2xNjOBn5MYvPLHngYmjydwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/211859426_10101240241848806_8250121453667662324_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;">Wednesdays, Rebecca usually comes over while Kayla works. We have a fun time doing a variety of activities: walk, games, piano, books. She loves to play hide and seek, not only taking turns finding one another but also locating Humming Bird (a finger puppet). This time it perched on Serenity while we played the piano.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBzccouTb9U/YORpRjTu81I/AAAAAAAAbXg/_rU9Vxs6s8gCn7QMKWI8fYlLtTITPhDaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/214747476_10101240242547406_1047622415040494671_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DBzccouTb9U/YORpRjTu81I/AAAAAAAAbXg/_rU9Vxs6s8gCn7QMKWI8fYlLtTITPhDaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/214747476_10101240242547406_1047622415040494671_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;">The guys well-planned backpacking trip had to be postponed one day due to rain. Thursday, I went along to the church to see them off and then walk home, trying a new path.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RBk3xG2so/YORrHQx05jI/AAAAAAAAbXo/cZp-OasuHSc9pF86inAXfR0y9tKA8eqRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1548/hikers%2Band%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="1461" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6RBk3xG2so/YORrHQx05jI/AAAAAAAAbXo/cZp-OasuHSc9pF86inAXfR0y9tKA8eqRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w604-h640/hikers%2Band%2Bwalk.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On their way to Charles Deam Wilderness, they stopped at a diner in Edinburgh for their famously large tenderloin sandwiches.</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/-6gCTENcCPTU/YORuDNn0r-I/AAAAAAAAbXw/MAGC36VqR9MdGLXxjw0XmGqnCIE6eKeQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2040/213374225_10224459522970900_6168500667823044857_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2040" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gCTENcCPTU/YORuDNn0r-I/AAAAAAAAbXw/MAGC36VqR9MdGLXxjw0XmGqnCIE6eKeQQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/213374225_10224459522970900_6168500667823044857_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfQEqtK4b0/YORuLVtHySI/AAAAAAAAbX0/aa1u2LxZCT4OnaExTmvPlTHZn845b8CXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1461/Campsite.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1072" data-original-width="1461" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJfQEqtK4b0/YORuLVtHySI/AAAAAAAAbX0/aa1u2LxZCT4OnaExTmvPlTHZn845b8CXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/Campsite.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Campsite fellowship</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYY-3wSaJA8/YORuWlxCkdI/AAAAAAAAbX8/vNx5lZzSryQS-DuqQdfdd5AnLvuY291vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1064/Beauty.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1064" data-original-width="918" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYY-3wSaJA8/YORuWlxCkdI/AAAAAAAAbX8/vNx5lZzSryQS-DuqQdfdd5AnLvuY291vgCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h640/Beauty.jpg" width="552" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beauty of the panoramic landscape and the tiny details on the path</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For me the first two days were quite lonely. Then Saturday I had a couple of visitors in the morning, and worked at the Helping Hand store in the afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1DtA8MnyP4/YORudCjuqXI/AAAAAAAAbYE/du_A57h71B0R5xNttW5RvP-m0nTDzgf2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/213628544_10101240243640216_1787667818884760016_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="631" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1DtA8MnyP4/YORudCjuqXI/AAAAAAAAbYE/du_A57h71B0R5xNttW5RvP-m0nTDzgf2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w263-h400/213628544_10101240243640216_1787667818884760016_n.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trisha and Jackson</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was good to go have Michael back and go out to eat together that evening to La Palma Mexican restaurant nearby.</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/-jOqQUAZInqk/YORvd9u6_SI/AAAAAAAAbYQ/-1RNxfeqrBk7ZAk_URwL3zO8a2Q4R1VogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/213078048_10101240621148686_2077904637572302977_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqQUAZInqk/YORvd9u6_SI/AAAAAAAAbYQ/-1RNxfeqrBk7ZAk_URwL3zO8a2Q4R1VogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/213078048_10101240621148686_2077904637572302977_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Y3IBpazcHnI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: 60 Years? Seriously? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49724 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:a31cc088-ce17-52d5-b708-3ccb711238af Mon, 05 Jul 2021 06:20:47 -0400 Lord, how can a person get lost in her hometown? Yet You helped me find and feast on lasagna with these friends with whom I once read Dick and Jane books. Played jacks and hopscotch at recess. Graduated from high school. OMG, what a fun evening You gave us — together again!     <p><strong>Lord, how can a person get lost in her hometown? Yet You helped me find and feast on lasagna with these friends with whom I once read Dick and Jane books. Played jacks and hopscotch at recess. Graduated from high school. OMG, what a fun evening You gave us — together again! </strong>   </p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210705-TVilleBuds.jpeg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/210705-TVilleBuds.jpeg" alt="" class="wp-image-49725" width="450" height="337"/></a></figure></div> Week 26: Part 2--Backpacking and Babysitting https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/07/week-26-part-2-backpacking-and.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:77d2e8e9-8568-d51d-53f5-f89ce7930dab Thu, 01 Jul 2021 12:39:10 -0400 <p style="text-align: left;">The next big event of Week 26 was our first backpacking trip as a couple. I seem to remember that decades ago we did something similar as a family. (Kids, remind me.)&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TLj1difPA/YNzmpdCM_GI/AAAAAAAAbSg/qlf4ZQjTXhUbq7CphDku8nvzCzbDGQgGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s896/201045782_509013563701859_5452817000660564708_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="896" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5TLj1difPA/YNzmpdCM_GI/AAAAAAAAbSg/qlf4ZQjTXhUbq7CphDku8nvzCzbDGQgGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/201045782_509013563701859_5452817000660564708_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Anyway, now well into my seventh decade, it loomed as a big deal. However, it was a pleasant experience, not too difficult or burdensome.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">We hiked the Bloodroot Trail, enjoyed the natural beauty along the two-miles to campsite #1.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l3n3qElr5k/YNoU-y5PvSI/AAAAAAAAbQE/X5pQP1EpbAYdNh1ywzb4BuwStSs5M21iwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1628/Bloodroot%2BTrail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1628" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l3n3qElr5k/YNoU-y5PvSI/AAAAAAAAbQE/X5pQP1EpbAYdNh1ywzb4BuwStSs5M21iwCLcBGAsYHQ/w293-h400/Bloodroot%2BTrail.jpg" width="293" /></a></p><p>Michael researched, planned and prepared expertly so we had everything we could need without carrying very heavy packs. Over several days he dried a variety of vegetables, eggs and fruit to be reconstituted for our meals. The first evening we had chicken tortilla soup!&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40UZ6ihGsI/YNoVJ10TYYI/AAAAAAAAbQI/n3heHgtmU1gSaodJae6S9KNJFCcgoy1xACLcBGAsYHQ/s1274/camping%2Bmeal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1274" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40UZ6ihGsI/YNoVJ10TYYI/AAAAAAAAbQI/n3heHgtmU1gSaodJae6S9KNJFCcgoy1xACLcBGAsYHQ/w374-h400/camping%2Bmeal.jpg" width="374" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I survived the backpacking test! We may be doing this again sometime and for longer stays. This new adventure may take the place of our tandem vacations which ended two years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWaty68drjA/YNzm51HX6fI/AAAAAAAAbSo/5AZjABofezAeG4CqDFYBcGB4rNWJWqdBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/First%2Bbackpacking.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWaty68drjA/YNzm51HX6fI/AAAAAAAAbSo/5AZjABofezAeG4CqDFYBcGB4rNWJWqdBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/First%2Bbackpacking.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">The next highlight of the week was to spend time with the youngest grandsons while mom and dad were on their 22nd anniversary getaway. "Babysitting" is not the correct word (but it rhymed with backpacking in the title!) for two reasons: Zion and Jude are not babies, and we did not do much sitting!</p><p style="text-align: left;">Malachi and Lexi had them overnight Thursday and then dropped them off at the Upland Library to participate in some kid activities. When I joined them there, we put together a puzzle map of the US, a learning experience for me too!&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: left;">One of Kayla's roles at the library is to plan and prepare activities, games and crafts for the children. This week they had to create an imaginary animal.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc9Y6-wmw08/YNoZn8vjuBI/AAAAAAAAbQc/9RFGWqdkpjIyjUXMFzXIZg_wkd0uwopcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s899/208374127_10101236423969866_5204692505638668659_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="899" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc9Y6-wmw08/YNoZn8vjuBI/AAAAAAAAbQc/9RFGWqdkpjIyjUXMFzXIZg_wkd0uwopcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208374127_10101236423969866_5204692505638668659_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cowpig (says Moink); Bunnywhale; Shurtle</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Rebecca was ready to spend the day with the cousins. We first stopped to see Aunt Leah's animals.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">She taught us how to pick up and hold cats.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOorX1HVZnk/YNoYQetMqYI/AAAAAAAAbQU/tE-IKwToE38JFm4nXgPDeQPiyqFlkOXeACLcBGAsYHQ/s1191/kittens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="1191" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nOorX1HVZnk/YNoYQetMqYI/AAAAAAAAbQU/tE-IKwToE38JFm4nXgPDeQPiyqFlkOXeACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h314/kittens.jpg" width="400" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">The young'uns and I had a lot of fun. Rebecca and Jude played the piano. We played several games of Splendor and tried out three of the four game extensions, read a book from my childhood (still relevant today!); had ice cream at Ivanhoe's, and much more.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Saturday, the boys walked the Detamore Trail with me. Thus they earned their lunch at The Bridge! They did, however, sit often on the nifty benches made from bottle caps and lids collected by the community and purchased by the Town of Upland.&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jj5OKIA3ca8/YNoZxIEvWaI/AAAAAAAAbQg/R73Yh7XF-lcR0vq24w1jhXiYYfQjhDdjACLcBGAsYHQ/s1207/trail.bridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1207" data-original-width="1191" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jj5OKIA3ca8/YNoZxIEvWaI/AAAAAAAAbQg/R73Yh7XF-lcR0vq24w1jhXiYYfQjhDdjACLcBGAsYHQ/w316-h320/trail.bridge.jpg" width="316" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">As promised here is Part 2 of this midyear blog post. And today is July 1st when chapter 9 published in <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/06/age-two.html?m=1">My Argentina</a>.&nbsp;</p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/nta3uFDEr24" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Summer Questions http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49689 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:e2972371-92a4-dd2e-0a22-29fed8194de0 Wed, 30 Jun 2021 08:12:32 -0400 On sultry summer days, do you sit on the porch — more likely, bask in air-conditioning — and ponder profound issues? Me, too. Skeptics might claim we’re procrastinating. We don’t want to mow or weed the garden for the 500th time. Or battle Japanese beetles that may as well own deeds to our rose beds. [&#8230;] <p>On sultry summer days, do you sit on the porch — more likely, bask in air-conditioning — and ponder profound issues?</p> <p>Me, too.</p> <p>Skeptics might claim we’re procrastinating. We don’t want to mow or weed the garden for the 500th time. Or battle Japanese beetles that may as well own deeds to our rose beds.</p> <p>No, I truly look for answers to my questions, including:</p> <ul><li>Unlike highway medians, why can’t our yards and gardens be declared prairie preservation areas?</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-water-slide-1661335_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-water-slide-1661335_1920.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49693" width="346" height="376"/></a></figure></div> <ul><li>Why would anyone invent platform flip-flops? A friend asks this question daily, as falling off her fashionable footwear put her in a walking boot.</li></ul> <ul><li>My question: why would anyone buy them?</li></ul> <ul><li>When temperatures sizzle, are you tempted to splat and zoom on a Slip ’N Slide<sup>®</sup>? (Me, neither.)</li></ul> <ul><li>Do others feel embarrassed — and relieved — that their campers include air conditioners?</li></ul> <ul><li>Why do summer mornings smell better every year?</li></ul> <ul><li>Why do beach lovers strip down to strings — some wore pandemic masks bigger than their bathing suits — yet other bathers don more clothing than in January?</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-seeds-of-watermelon-2486708_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-seeds-of-watermelon-2486708_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49692" width="271" height="180"/></a></figure></div> <ul><li>Why would <em>anybody </em>believe romaine should be grilled?</li></ul> <ul><li>What summer food sometimes outranks <em>(gasp!)</em> ice cream? Though a lifetime addict, I believe on the hottest days, a chilled watermelon slice tastes even better. Besides, I can spit seeds at my spouse.</li></ul> <ul><li>Why does my three-year-old grandson’s face, smeared with blueberries, appear adorable when my own toddlers’ gooey, blue kisses sent me running for my life — and a washcloth?</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-old-coca-cola-4831712_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-old-coca-cola-4831712_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49691" width="356" height="266"/></a></figure></div> <ul><li>Tarry blacktop conjures teeth-gritting images of road construction. Endless balky traffic. Detours to Timbuktu. But does its fragrance generate positive memories for anyone else? Sweaty bike rides on country roads to a mom-and-pop store to buy icy, 10-cent bottles of cream soda? Or yakety cycling with teen friends to a bookmobile?</li></ul> <ul><li>People are named June and August, but who’s named July?</li></ul> <ul><li>Why do some summer outdoor wedding guests look ready for a Hollywood photo shoot, whereas other perspiring attendees — not me, you understand — look like they spent the afternoon in a dunk tank?</li></ul> <ul><li>Which is best: lightning bugs, glowworms, or fireflies?</li></ul> <ul><li>Why does the ice maker malfunction only when temperatures rise above 90?</li></ul> <ul><li>Ditto for air conditioners. And freezers.</li></ul> <ul><li>Which songs are hummed most during summer: Beach Boys’ hits? The ’50s classic, “A Summer Place”? Or “Summer Nights” from the musical, <em>Grease</em>?</li></ul> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-porch-1034405_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-porch-1034405_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49694" width="344" height="486" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-porch-1034405_1280.jpg 611w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210630-p-porch-1034405_1280-213x300.jpg 213w" sizes="(max-width: 344px) 100vw, 344px" /></a></figure></div> <ul><li>While riding in the back of a pickup at 65 mph doesn’t carry its former appeal, do we children of yesteryear miss those wild, warm, nighttime breezes, the lavish, starry show above?</li></ul> <ul><li>Thankfully, we don’t miss out on summer evening scents. Don’t they smell better every year?</li></ul> <p>Especially when neighbors mow grass. And nurture beautiful flowers.</p> <p>All while I ponder these profound questions of summer.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What weighty quandaries fill your mind during summer?</p> Week 26: Part 1--Uncle Dan https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/week-26-part-1-uncle-dan.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6e853cce-90b8-a48f-7284-0f44d9d0f80c Tue, 29 Jun 2021 12:22:30 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">This time I open with blooms from Maine, not Tennessee. That is where I spent the weekend. No one guessed the airport hints from last post.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Anyway, my brother Alan and I flew from Indianapolis to Portland, Maine, rented a car and drove to Waterville to visit our one remaining uncle--Daniel Hirschy (Mother's brother) who still lives at home at age 103. His two youngest daughters live with him. Kathy grows lovely flowers, too many to photograph all of them. I chose this honeysuckle bush because the start came from Grandma Hirschy and also it reminds me of the kind we enjoyed in Argentina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo6R_c2MvSA/YNoSxCmiQxI/AAAAAAAAbPM/1yN8Ch2QFvI4nKWCxkjW26qh8A-A00QUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208619744_10101236420806206_2740172804800289102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo6R_c2MvSA/YNoSxCmiQxI/AAAAAAAAbPM/1yN8Ch2QFvI4nKWCxkjW26qh8A-A00QUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208619744_10101236420806206_2740172804800289102_n.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;">On the 21st of June, he commented that he is already two months into his 104th. He does not complain, says he's nearing heaven (but does not act like it!). Several times he spoke of longing to see the 14 martyred pastors he trained. In 1973 Dan and Eleanor Hirschy went back to Chad for their seventh term. It only lasted 4 months before they were detained and evicted for "subversive" teaching that kept the people from performing the required idolatrous initiation rites. Fourteen church leaders were arrested, shot and buried in a mass grave.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He regaled us with stories of their many years in Africa: hunting elephants (back when it was allowed and the natives made good use of every part), antelope, hippos; building their house (ant hills, best soil for making bricks) and furniture; toils and travels.&nbsp;<br /><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAMOfhDz78k/YNoTnZyASUI/AAAAAAAAbPo/hsih2XOOJ3smg-vrby1r59H1lKi1ne5ngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1553/Home%2Bin%2BChad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1553" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAMOfhDz78k/YNoTnZyASUI/AAAAAAAAbPo/hsih2XOOJ3smg-vrby1r59H1lKi1ne5ngCLcBGAsYHQ/w490-h640/Home%2Bin%2BChad.jpg" width="490" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Their home in Africa</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEqHYruuKw/YNoTDozb0HI/AAAAAAAAbPU/De0F-1YWpxgBG6r4-_vWZoU3GhhhLZzqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Uncle%2BDan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEqHYruuKw/YNoTDozb0HI/AAAAAAAAbPU/De0F-1YWpxgBG6r4-_vWZoU3GhhhLZzqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Uncle%2BDan.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He loves poetry, always has. I recorded several, and hope I can upload at least one. His favorite one by Robert Burns, oft quoted to his wife--<i><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43812/a-red-red-rose#:~:text=So%20fair%20art%20thou%2C%20my,a'%20the%20seas%20gang%20dry.">A Red, Red Rose</a>.&nbsp;</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">He enjoyed telling us stories about his treasured things. The little swing he made for a couple's Valentine get together where each wife had to guess which one was made for her. Eleanor recognized her husband's handiwork immediately and the reference to their favorite spot.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">The girls play a word game with him almost daily. I played one with him Sunday afternoon. Despite his very poor eye sight, he taught me anagrams.<br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QEQHk5KCnY/YNtAvt0as7I/AAAAAAAAbRA/DlzwYv9-cfgCcwIoQOtZPg8mrWW8qYCUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208680485_10101236424219366_2390568459747621952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QEQHk5KCnY/YNtAvt0as7I/AAAAAAAAbRA/DlzwYv9-cfgCcwIoQOtZPg8mrWW8qYCUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/208680485_10101236424219366_2390568459747621952_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Photo credit, Alan Hoyt</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">The girls take such good care of their father. I say that's the secret of his long life!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwEkDvKrEc/YNoTKgfw3_I/AAAAAAAAbPY/p08A4O6-F0I1I2Gl1J4a9eYfik6Ydzm3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Hirschy%2Bsisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuwEkDvKrEc/YNoTKgfw3_I/AAAAAAAAbPY/p08A4O6-F0I1I2Gl1J4a9eYfik6Ydzm3ACLcBGAsYHQ/w636-h640/Hirschy%2Bsisters.jpg" width="636" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Sunday dinner; Linda by the sign she painted; Kathy and Pumpkin the cat.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Linda has artistic talent like her father before her, and my mother (he has several of her paintings in his room)! I learned that our grandfather Hirschy also painted some, but didn't have time with his full life as a pastor and family of six.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXypGxtn-Q8/YNoTyulRYfI/AAAAAAAAbPs/lKCF-Ebh4LseNJ5L_GWUyQaehaNU-xt-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/209046220_10101236420841136_8333724266215357306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sXypGxtn-Q8/YNoTyulRYfI/AAAAAAAAbPs/lKCF-Ebh4LseNJ5L_GWUyQaehaNU-xt-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/209046220_10101236420841136_8333724266215357306_n.jpg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Painting by Uncle Dan in his youth</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Both sisters have worked at the same hospital for more than 35 years. Kathy is the one who drives and helps Uncle Dan in and out of the car. He still loves to go to church. Even though he cannot hear hardly, he thrives on the fellowship.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zixZ2x4diUc/YNoTU5ydhdI/AAAAAAAAbPg/dbAAIRTN5fAuQ28wW3K_1d9ohVv4ThVPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1191" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zixZ2x4diUc/YNoTU5ydhdI/AAAAAAAAbPg/dbAAIRTN5fAuQ28wW3K_1d9ohVv4ThVPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w636-h640/FotoJet.jpg" width="636" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Getting in and out of the car; Alan helping him up the ramp and into the church</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">You gathered, I'm sure, that it was a full and blessed weekend. The flights were smooth as well, although we were delayed five hours on our return due to weather. We were grateful it was not cancelled.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Meanwhile back in Indiana, Michael spent most of Monday involved in the memorial service for a faithful mentor who worked with the robotics team many years.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xq6Zc0Twos/YNoUSoNPHfI/AAAAAAAAbP0/9pq_kS1H9UUmKCAhpSsbHhTpk8pNUt4UwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1553/Gary%2BRice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1553" data-original-width="1191" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xq6Zc0Twos/YNoUSoNPHfI/AAAAAAAAbP0/9pq_kS1H9UUmKCAhpSsbHhTpk8pNUt4UwCLcBGAsYHQ/w306-h400/Gary%2BRice.jpg" width="306" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">And he continued painting the house during every spare moment.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FQEmzbqjU/YNoUhqaO41I/AAAAAAAAbP4/bJCst99ktBYqNYgUMugaV34KQvWEMUJjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/208680120_10101236423510786_2403351069922623991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FQEmzbqjU/YNoUhqaO41I/AAAAAAAAbP4/bJCst99ktBYqNYgUMugaV34KQvWEMUJjQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/208680120_10101236423510786_2403351069922623991_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Look for Part 2 <i>mañana o pasado </i>(tomorrow or the next day).</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/N3eJF5RTPYw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: How Many Squash Recipes Did Adam and Eve Have? http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=49684 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:73f3aa84-7acc-1d0f-7087-13d1dbaf4bdb Mon, 28 Jun 2021 09:22:34 -0400 O Lord, Thank You for our garden’s superior squash production&#8211;I think. Anticipating dead-in-the-night porch gifts to unsuspecting friends and neighbors, I wonder how Adam and Eve coped with Eden’s abundance. OMG, maybe in that perfect garden, squash grew and ripened one at a time? <p><strong>O Lord, Thank You for our garden’s superior squash production&#8211;I think. Anticipating dead-in-the-night porch gifts to unsuspecting friends and neighbors, I wonder how Adam and Eve coped with Eden’s abundance. OMG, maybe in that perfect garden, squash grew and ripened one at a time?</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210628-squash.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210628-squash.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-49685" width="484" height="646" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210628-squash.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/210628-squash-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 484px) 100vw, 484px" /></a><figcaption><strong>And this is only one plant. &#8230;</strong></figcaption></figure></div> <p></p> Thank You, Dr. Leax, for Your Inspiration (part 2) https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/06/24/thank-you-dr-leax-for-your-inspiration-part-2/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:72366ab3-e76f-dde7-41dc-3620b18d14a6 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 18:46:59 -0400 I am recently inspired by a book that I randomly picked up in a dusty resale shop in Marion, Indiana. You know how it goes &#8212; at least if you&#8217;re a reader or writer &#8212; the first stop is in the back where castoffs unsold at garage sales or lugged from overflowing home libraries rest [&#8230;] Summer's Eve https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/summers-eve.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fb2896a9-4952-6cdd-f559-381d33b22f47 Thu, 24 Jun 2021 11:45:40 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karin has so many flowers that she made two Sunday bouquets. Do you have a preference?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I always liked calla lilies because they were abundant in Argentina, but had only ever seen white ones.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tnJ0_aLJGY/YNN8L-KRsbI/AAAAAAAAbK8/oA7RnNfUpFAjtkjFhj-7HwESxmiiDBFWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/bouquets%2B6.13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tnJ0_aLJGY/YNN8L-KRsbI/AAAAAAAAbK8/oA7RnNfUpFAjtkjFhj-7HwESxmiiDBFWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquets%2B6.13.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to go for a walk most days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Monday, I was taking this picture from the bridge when Michael drove by on his way to work at Stephan's.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uocDLkkC7qw/YNN8VlHTpsI/AAAAAAAAbLA/bDru3kgdfOUDj3RUgAtVo3BdlxGpM4SlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/198841933_10101229669989896_7160180650985524250_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uocDLkkC7qw/YNN8VlHTpsI/AAAAAAAAbLA/bDru3kgdfOUDj3RUgAtVo3BdlxGpM4SlACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/198841933_10101229669989896_7160180650985524250_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what the house looked like as I drove in that evening for the weekly dinner.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs84vHynZWw/YNN88pvk-cI/AAAAAAAAbLY/fGqwmxga4MckX78s6ntqzjmsVaKT5GsEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/173977612_10101233560213856_8027747565224798289_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="960" height="285" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs84vHynZWw/YNN88pvk-cI/AAAAAAAAbLY/fGqwmxga4MckX78s6ntqzjmsVaKT5GsEwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h285/173977612_10101233560213856_8027747565224798289_n.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesdays, my friend Jane and I walk for an hour. The daisies were everywhere.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j_PgS7eZZA/YNN9MxBy7sI/AAAAAAAAbLk/t3c9fcw5TUcAmI-CPQRRAI8PKfz-l2IrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/204833307_10101233560243796_4882780424285936051_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5j_PgS7eZZA/YNN9MxBy7sI/AAAAAAAAbLk/t3c9fcw5TUcAmI-CPQRRAI8PKfz-l2IrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/204833307_10101233560243796_4882780424285936051_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I accomplished some bigger cleaning projects this week. One was the deck. We enjoyed a couple meals outdoors in the beautiful weather.</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/-HOpnei-WSOY/YNN8i7I4tOI/AAAAAAAAbLI/9hQjlafgfqoLBku6cE_XNzJUmlXmpp_LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/203582491_10101233560183916_4002876790102649823_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOpnei-WSOY/YNN8i7I4tOI/AAAAAAAAbLI/9hQjlafgfqoLBku6cE_XNzJUmlXmpp_LQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/203582491_10101233560183916_4002876790102649823_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael stayed home most of the week and began tackling the big project of repainting the house.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lBPUyVHENQ/YNN82HNPqkI/AAAAAAAAbLU/VKv3zFeoPz4JbHUnGzCboM3tpHLqnJtbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/206029413_10101234365584886_8215587885165497691_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lBPUyVHENQ/YNN82HNPqkI/AAAAAAAAbLU/VKv3zFeoPz4JbHUnGzCboM3tpHLqnJtbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/206029413_10101234365584886_8215587885165497691_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday, I picked up Rebecca from the library. She wanted to visit Kalani, so we dropped by briefly. Later we painted rocks and went out in the neighborhood to distribute or hide them.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg4WqVTxjDI/YNN_POSvlTI/AAAAAAAAbL8/aSK804GgZ-ovH9Mo5O1-JNhVA8dfoN7ywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/R%2B%2526%2BK%2Bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1298" height="404" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg4WqVTxjDI/YNN_POSvlTI/AAAAAAAAbL8/aSK804GgZ-ovH9Mo5O1-JNhVA8dfoN7ywCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h404/R%2B%2526%2BK%2Bday.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Thursday was like a date-day. Michael and I hiked the Taylor U cross country track, went for a swim in Dove's Crossing pool (Stephan and Karen's), did some shopping and ate dinner at Applebee's.<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/-lvmkPSbA4Cw/YNN_cs9W4TI/AAAAAAAAbMA/jHtk2Cj4yuESbODgL97b-RVV5ezKTOx0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/CrossCountry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1298" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvmkPSbA4Cw/YNN_cs9W4TI/AAAAAAAAbMA/jHtk2Cj4yuESbODgL97b-RVV5ezKTOx0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/CrossCountry.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;">Saturday, my brother Alan and I flew for a weekend visit to a very special relative.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you guess from where we took off and where we went?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_CQ7mrqss/YNN_oItk78I/AAAAAAAAbMI/-lJEY84IYy0CA1VEVv_i6Emc1GkxzZ_qgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1298/airports.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="1298" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2_CQ7mrqss/YNN_oItk78I/AAAAAAAAbMI/-lJEY84IYy0CA1VEVv_i6Emc1GkxzZ_qgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/airports.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Much more to tell about our wonderful time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, I must publish this, last week's report, before it's time for another one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YAMf9DA7qVg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Highs and Lows https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-fragrant-dahlia-snatched-from-bush.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b1cbc9e8-8589-f834-ddac-874b6656ecc1 Wed, 16 Jun 2021 11:51:32 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The fragrant dahlia, snatched from a bush by the side of the road, and placed in Leah's colorful decoupaged vase, brought me joy this week.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aS_JwI4U/YMeNZF_5pNI/AAAAAAAAbKY/_Zy4NqBolwMxJ_jAnE9ePKob-C3orcttwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1306/198038335_10101229694106566_8002502316224308974_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1306" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7D-aS_JwI4U/YMeNZF_5pNI/AAAAAAAAbKY/_Zy4NqBolwMxJ_jAnE9ePKob-C3orcttwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/198038335_10101229694106566_8002502316224308974_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I have been accused of&nbsp; portraying an unrealistically positive family life in my blog. True, I may be an incorrigible optimist. However, I must admit that we lived a most difficult and painful week, the kind that one does not talk about openly.&nbsp;<div><div>I thought this post would consist only of the different wildflowers I discovered on my walk each day. However, as the week unfolded, meaningful memories surfaced, and serious struggles led to major victories.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div>Monday evening as I drove into the Dove Crossing lane (Stephan and Karen's), I had to stop to admire the poppies and cornflowers (?) <span style="font-size: x-small;">[Please add or correct names as we go along.]</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjrGlyqA3E8/YMd9Z-ztsSI/AAAAAAAAbJE/TyWdbjdC0l46hs7fdGlwioFs_05amhNAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201201191_10101229668018846_9035148965879484028_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjrGlyqA3E8/YMd9Z-ztsSI/AAAAAAAAbJE/TyWdbjdC0l46hs7fdGlwioFs_05amhNAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201201191_10101229668018846_9035148965879484028_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next, of course, is to notice all the progress on the new house, the work of father and son, including some tricky laying on roof maneuvers pictured in Karen's blog post&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/" style="text-align: center;">More siding</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On our Tuesday walk, Jane and I admired these azalea bushes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKEIBSbsUY/YMd-u2cs0pI/AAAAAAAAbJM/NHd7LRBVdkcjWYYXO_OLpCVWocIJZu0rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/azaleas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKEIBSbsUY/YMd-u2cs0pI/AAAAAAAAbJM/NHd7LRBVdkcjWYYXO_OLpCVWocIJZu0rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/azaleas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I walked through the woods. She wanted to get as close as possible to the pond in the 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/-paODoLFta7o/YMd_Ebxe3LI/AAAAAAAAbJU/yjQygTRrEIMAwC3AQQExaDvBChfrPKoQACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201313824_10101229668298286_410023157842692817_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paODoLFta7o/YMd_Ebxe3LI/AAAAAAAAbJU/yjQygTRrEIMAwC3AQQExaDvBChfrPKoQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201313824_10101229668298286_410023157842692817_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, was grandson-in-law Matt's birthday, which always reminds me of our house fire, June 10th 2011, ten years ago already!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2011/06/">After the house fire</a>, a post I wrote describes the clean up that followed and includes a photo with tall Matt in the back. We had paused for a wonderful lunch our friend Dane brought us from the annual Strawberry Festival going on in Upland--tenderloin sandwiches and strawberry shortcakes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0SYjSOCP4k/YMeCF1Y6S3I/AAAAAAAAbJk/5Lzin1IgRx8-QqmYlB6D9HLzlcFgKvrNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMAG0048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="640" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0SYjSOCP4k/YMeCF1Y6S3I/AAAAAAAAbJk/5Lzin1IgRx8-QqmYlB6D9HLzlcFgKvrNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h239/IMAG0048.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Leah posted this memory: among the ashes a reminder that God was with us.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5lX_4f70g/YMeACaNSN2I/AAAAAAAAbJc/_mQ8qwQ4mzoVQfAOc6S0ZQwiO1IE8oE7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s808/242307_10150203090582934_4306334_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-5lX_4f70g/YMeACaNSN2I/AAAAAAAAbJc/_mQ8qwQ4mzoVQfAOc6S0ZQwiO1IE8oE7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242307_10150203090582934_4306334_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah's most recent painting also reflects the concept of a stable core amidst the dancing fighting emotions we experience.</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/-9udwZQeNPTw/YMeCYF-1ncI/AAAAAAAAbJs/DL4EM3Ls8xUzpHmE_9ZgJkKs2PtMksdYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/200901041_10101227643980036_2945809531689788148_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9udwZQeNPTw/YMeCYF-1ncI/AAAAAAAAbJs/DL4EM3Ls8xUzpHmE_9ZgJkKs2PtMksdYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/200901041_10101227643980036_2945809531689788148_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;">On my walk that day on the Detamore trail I encountered so many beautiful reminders of God's hand in nature and only wish I could also post the fragrances I enjoyed along 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/-WJn8xqHVayA/YMeMqfYjrfI/AAAAAAAAbKQ/JaLEdi_EAREZrZHCFaVwWBlWGZADusB-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/trail%2Bblooms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJn8xqHVayA/YMeMqfYjrfI/AAAAAAAAbKQ/JaLEdi_EAREZrZHCFaVwWBlWGZADusB-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w462-h640/trail%2Bblooms.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Friday, I observed how death and&nbsp;new life coexist all around 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/-qoIwiMFb7rI/YMeL12swSHI/AAAAAAAAbJ8/Ir649_eCiLoRJK68TK5lon7Sj63cearxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s868/death%2Band%2Blife.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="868" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoIwiMFb7rI/YMeL12swSHI/AAAAAAAAbJ8/Ir649_eCiLoRJK68TK5lon7Sj63cearxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/death%2Band%2Blife.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon we attended the memorial service for a well loved woman, our former neighbor,&nbsp;<a href="https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/thestarpress/obituary.aspx?n=hope-carroll-robinson&amp;pid=198958809" style="text-align: left;">Hope Robinson</a>. The church was packed with some of the hundreds of people she helped and cared for over the years, especially the foreign students she welcomed and provided for. They called her Grandma Hope.</div><div><br /></div>Saturday, as usual Michael left to ride his bicycle with the group from Muncie. He was wearing the jersey from eleven years ago when he attempted the very challenging French Pyrenees. This time it was the 94 degree heat that was too much. Mid afternoon he called to be picked up in the neighboring town after completing 75 of the 100 miles.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8O5wGFBsy8/YMeFW0c4t1I/AAAAAAAAbJ0/w3cWKKNCd28DB2WVj-DOXwPyND1CmaMHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/201511912_10101229668647586_8379968796685805222_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8O5wGFBsy8/YMeFW0c4t1I/AAAAAAAAbJ0/w3cWKKNCd28DB2WVj-DOXwPyND1CmaMHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/201511912_10101229668647586_8379968796685805222_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, I put in my monthly shift at Helping Hand and afterwards enjoyed food, music, vendors at the Strawberry Festival.</div><div>Earlier Leah's family walked her dog Zeus in the puppy parade.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rynZFE6xKKY/YMeMDZdzjnI/AAAAAAAAbKA/JH2gQAe0Qjs412oFUzH6ne4XyG5YtSB0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Dog%2BParade.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="868" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rynZFE6xKKY/YMeMDZdzjnI/AAAAAAAAbKA/JH2gQAe0Qjs412oFUzH6ne4XyG5YtSB0QCLcBGAsYHQ/w462-h640/Dog%2BParade.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, and I also attended the ceremony to honor two deserving members of the Upland community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICF4XgfZc2w/YMeMUvXr-fI/AAAAAAAAbKI/jg9EkrEprf4GWksozbiHjtxPIsJqcSMhgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/200758354_10101229669765346_1105224107789762353_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICF4XgfZc2w/YMeMUvXr-fI/AAAAAAAAbKI/jg9EkrEprf4GWksozbiHjtxPIsJqcSMhgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/200758354_10101229669765346_1105224107789762353_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Later at home I watched a livestreamed&nbsp;<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqoVceIWxsc&amp;t=5514s">Celebration of Doulos</a>, our home for five years, 1978-1983. A good end to a difficult week.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/YZqrifmrZVs" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Life's Rollercoaster https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/lifes-rollercoaster.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:1c8f655f-9cf6-b504-ee89-584fc8459f43 Wed, 09 Jun 2021 11:58:35 -0400 <p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spzrtoUHeH8/YMAWmj8m3vI/AAAAAAAAbHs/_JBgPhkHGVYv2yu8mm6rhnKzcqGRva2SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/193751620_10101221948618586_6586605669091359292_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spzrtoUHeH8/YMAWmj8m3vI/AAAAAAAAbHs/_JBgPhkHGVYv2yu8mm6rhnKzcqGRva2SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/193751620_10101221948618586_6586605669091359292_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last iris</td></tr></tbody></table>Stephan's 2020 birthday gift--the Indy 500 with Dad--was postponed due to Covid. But 5/30/21 found them enjoying the event on a perfectly beautiful day--a wonderful break from all the work on the house.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0GwgEyLts/YMAV-ksw41I/AAAAAAAAbHk/yAFwPhKnvSg9S80s9rfAIb2ONHz1V1vsQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2283/194992922_10101225738847936_6534418818931606457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="371" data-original-width="2283" height="104" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_0GwgEyLts/YMAV-ksw41I/AAAAAAAAbHk/yAFwPhKnvSg9S80s9rfAIb2ONHz1V1vsQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h104/194992922_10101225738847936_6534418818931606457_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;">Of course they were back at it on Monday, even though it was a holiday. While they worked all day on the siding, I prepared a lot of food for a family Memorial Day/Monday Night Dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandpa gave the younger boys a ride in the bucket of the boom lift.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gN9IuMpTGpQ/YMDaiaZiBuI/AAAAAAAAbIg/vt9yTwBjfY8wJA44gsFuqzdrzPde9KZhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/194858081_10101225737964706_6574450167741244520_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/-gN9IuMpTGpQ/YMDaiaZiBuI/AAAAAAAAbIg/vt9yTwBjfY8wJA44gsFuqzdrzPde9KZhwCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/194858081_10101225737964706_6574450167741244520_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My friend Petey arranged an outing with our two girls, her granddaughter Edna (4) and my great granddaughter Rebecca (6). Our plans changed a couple times due to closings and the rain, but we ended up at the Muncie Children's Museum and had a fun time. Rebecca's favorite is to pretend to shop in the grocery store or be at the cash register. In the end we almost had to drag her out of there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The staff also prepared a magnet-coloring activity for the young visitors. On the way home the tired girls were happy to play games on their iPads.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GY9sJarjvjI/YMAYq3WWS9I/AAAAAAAAbH8/4unGV-X6CdErt0kwYNUqoNbY3DWM7YUEACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/MCM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="2048" height="352" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GY9sJarjvjI/YMAYq3WWS9I/AAAAAAAAbH8/4unGV-X6CdErt0kwYNUqoNbY3DWM7YUEACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h352/MCM.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These photos Petey captured of Rebecca are my favorites.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0OwVCCI5ic/YMDYEF2PWZI/AAAAAAAAbII/DIWzsRrq6-gt1urdBQcKp3aM0pV86y-CwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Rebecca%2Bby%2BPetey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0OwVCCI5ic/YMDYEF2PWZI/AAAAAAAAbII/DIWzsRrq6-gt1urdBQcKp3aM0pV86y-CwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Rebecca%2Bby%2BPetey.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I still get out for a walk every day, through our woods one day, but most of the time out on the road. Only I do not like the amount of traffic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngIY4My64bw/YMAY3bpbecI/AAAAAAAAbIA/BiUzpRuCOIQqra2NmULe7Zf-2dvVZZTlgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/197052107_10101225736183276_1510480212185246064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="743" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngIY4My64bw/YMAY3bpbecI/AAAAAAAAbIA/BiUzpRuCOIQqra2NmULe7Zf-2dvVZZTlgCLcBGAsYHQ/w310-h400/197052107_10101225736183276_1510480212185246064_n.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7U7BAkaEbE/YMDYZMrvrkI/AAAAAAAAbIQ/pPKUHLUOmvgf0-RUg2mIpem_G4l2o2ZSACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/197641086_10101225736088466_3752758148391005639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7U7BAkaEbE/YMDYZMrvrkI/AAAAAAAAbIQ/pPKUHLUOmvgf0-RUg2mIpem_G4l2o2ZSACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/197641086_10101225736088466_3752758148391005639_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The evenings we watch television together, sometimes I color or knit. My latest coloring speaks to a very difficult situation we faced this week. Life is like that--a mix of beauty and pain.&nbsp;</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftOAxbSQ10/YMDYkfJqlAI/AAAAAAAAbIU/fdew_61oJBQdq8ke48XQIsHsY23UJGWZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/197989572_10101225736233176_2419194428956324418_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="889" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ftOAxbSQ10/YMDYkfJqlAI/AAAAAAAAbIU/fdew_61oJBQdq8ke48XQIsHsY23UJGWZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/197989572_10101225736233176_2419194428956324418_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/RZrfvnrsNVc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Houses, birthdays, life https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/06/houses-birthdays-life.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4c9cac16-c6e1-df8f-8c54-5c18931d611d Wed, 02 Jun 2021 10:55:01 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hD-nyMf1WxA/YLZ3PMtbrTI/AAAAAAAAbE8/8CbL0er4TcIZVI7tPf6iNneTs3zqhExZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-23-2021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hD-nyMf1WxA/YLZ3PMtbrTI/AAAAAAAAbE8/8CbL0er4TcIZVI7tPf6iNneTs3zqhExZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-23-2021.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet, May 23</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon, I drove up to Winona Lake for a very special birthday party. The missionary neighbor we called Aunt Margaret, turned 100 May 25th. Jim and Margaret Marshall moved in next to us in a big 15-room house in La Carlota, our first location in Argentina. I was only five or six. The last couple decades of their lives brought the two couples together again in the same neighborhood and during their final years they lived in the same health care residence for seniors. Margaret survived them all. She always said she wanted to make it to her 100th birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was so good to see her again after more than a 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/-t_aBbLoNycA/YLZ-jXL7g0I/AAAAAAAAbFw/tCGIFCHI5KYBYfsv0enGC9Qhgg6SOFpLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/194508517_10101222863470216_4204877575748250860_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_aBbLoNycA/YLZ-jXL7g0I/AAAAAAAAbFw/tCGIFCHI5KYBYfsv0enGC9Qhgg6SOFpLACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/194508517_10101222863470216_4204877575748250860_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p>My friend Darlene also had a birthday this week. We don't get together very often, so it was good to share lunch and conversation at Payne's.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZB3kfke0_g/YLZ844dPkPI/AAAAAAAAbFc/mhCb8IJBDEw20kcjQYwJjjpeoYUDWIbdACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/192102929_10101222866643856_3081398876674832187_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZB3kfke0_g/YLZ844dPkPI/AAAAAAAAbFc/mhCb8IJBDEw20kcjQYwJjjpeoYUDWIbdACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/192102929_10101222866643856_3081398876674832187_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had been coming down with a serious head cold. He rested Sunday, but Monday was back working on Stephan and Karen's house. When I went there for the weekly dinner, my phone was dying so I only managed to get one photo of the progress.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezFvA4PTA9A/YLZ8igNgUEI/AAAAAAAAbFU/iEJjPAHJ__EBcu9U6uGxqEGi5DLy043ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/195371237_10101222866713716_357278220156347253_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezFvA4PTA9A/YLZ8igNgUEI/AAAAAAAAbFU/iEJjPAHJ__EBcu9U6uGxqEGi5DLy043ewCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/195371237_10101222866713716_357278220156347253_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 borrowed this photo from <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/05/28/so-much-progress/">Karen's blog</a> to show what Michael has been doing all week. He cut the metal siding to fit and install around the nine windows. The urgency is to complete all the high work with the lift and avoid renting the expensive equipment for another week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJAEty3ADcs/YLaFvG9iRPI/AAAAAAAAbGk/-vv08bR8Ry8Ui-yAhds2md3IT1mn3EQHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/dsc01599.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJAEty3ADcs/YLaFvG9iRPI/AAAAAAAAbGk/-vv08bR8Ry8Ui-yAhds2md3IT1mn3EQHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/dsc01599.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 is unstoppable, even when fighting a cold. If he was home and it wasn't raining, he found time to mow. Look closely and you will see him in this pic.</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/-RW-LabA8hVA/YLZ2jdxQdmI/AAAAAAAAbE0/4S1q9atHaG0uFLM6asEJbuC2vscHnwVgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187273424_10101215205975896_9081376707516781488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW-LabA8hVA/YLZ2jdxQdmI/AAAAAAAAbE0/4S1q9atHaG0uFLM6asEJbuC2vscHnwVgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/187273424_10101215205975896_9081376707516781488_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Robotics slowed down considerably, which allows him to give so much time to the house-building.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I try to make the most of all the time alone, walk most days, meet with friends, write and more.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jane and I enjoyed the rhododendrons and other blooms on our walk together Tuesday to the bridge over the Mississinewa River.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-6hBCwI-wc/YLZ-XZ03vWI/AAAAAAAAbFs/0VFHNJXEllkwhUd39r2UNlPagacCZXn0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/rhododendron.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1153" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-6hBCwI-wc/YLZ-XZ03vWI/AAAAAAAAbFs/0VFHNJXEllkwhUd39r2UNlPagacCZXn0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w384-h400/rhododendron.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wednesday was Michael's 50+27 birthday, as he prefers to call it,emphasis on the 50! He caught up with me, but I cannot keep up with him! He worked all day, of course. So, I invited Moriah to stop by for a quiet evening. We played an extension of Splendor, and we let him win! ;-)</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lb3B0EW8xI/YLZ_U50FmAI/AAAAAAAAbF8/vBM9gySm7RE4iQC6ymKN0m1tCw9FrdhjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/194704812_10101222876284536_7132991183035439262_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="1440" height="210" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Lb3B0EW8xI/YLZ_U50FmAI/AAAAAAAAbF8/vBM9gySm7RE4iQC6ymKN0m1tCw9FrdhjwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h210/194704812_10101222876284536_7132991183035439262_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>We heard from our other girl, happy to be reunited with her family and enjoying her assistant editor internship job.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xc7NXpbEC3I/YLaB5SXft6I/AAAAAAAAbGE/enwsQ32L4nsH71KccOLu4HIZJDdY9E8uACLcBGAsYHQ/s1153/Kendra%2BKatie%2BZach.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="1153" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xc7NXpbEC3I/YLaB5SXft6I/AAAAAAAAbGE/enwsQ32L4nsH71KccOLu4HIZJDdY9E8uACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h310/Kendra%2BKatie%2BZach.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kendra and little sister Katie; Kendra, Katie and Zach</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I visited Leah on Thursday, I was introduced to three new kittens. She runs a well organized cat maternity hospital!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZhCN9w_sx8/YLaEWbeBv4I/AAAAAAAAbGU/rz4lDoi-U4kdkL5bKbeCrm8_FkiShwbQACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/195043540_10101222850630946_8354573392190727954_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZhCN9w_sx8/YLaEWbeBv4I/AAAAAAAAbGU/rz4lDoi-U4kdkL5bKbeCrm8_FkiShwbQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/195043540_10101222850630946_8354573392190727954_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my daily walks, I see interesting sights. Honeysuckle always reminds me of childhood, sucking the honey from the blossom. On a rainy day, I found this interesting puddle. Best of all is the time to think and pray.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzCgPtrOCeI/YLaFEtVCVEI/AAAAAAAAbGc/D1aQ0FFYnbAp8tZ0OmQp7rPYDVlT6iCtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1153/Walk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="1153" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzCgPtrOCeI/YLaFEtVCVEI/AAAAAAAAbGc/D1aQ0FFYnbAp8tZ0OmQp7rPYDVlT6iCtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h190/Walk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam has been working on his house to finish and make it PERFECT (he has very high standards!), but now it is for sale as they plan to move nearer to the Greenfield schools area where Kristie works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwwS8eFPj2M/YLaD5n6fLTI/AAAAAAAAbGM/RloSUQODiNEVTXKWTwSLszArWCy9-jz_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/safe_image.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="500" height="332" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwwS8eFPj2M/YLaD5n6fLTI/AAAAAAAAbGM/RloSUQODiNEVTXKWTwSLszArWCy9-jz_QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h332/safe_image.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.talktotucker.com/homes/4909-e-county-road-450-n-muncie-in-47303/677112?fbclid=iwar29ytaldahmx7wwc5nelnjcna2txmmawnrggdjr1fejsoakd-lxvz_le0y">House for Sale</a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After many weeks of fewer TV evenings (or at least ones when we were awake enough to watch an entire episode) we finally finished the&nbsp;<i>Foyle's War</i>&nbsp;series.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This week I also listened to Eric Metaxas' biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer--powerful warning for our times.</div></div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/UHPXqAZcihA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding the Copyright Page https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/05/27/lets-get-tech-y-adding-the-copyright-page/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:9fb42f32-7de1-4f24-0fa9-835c8c23fc07 Thu, 27 May 2021 13:10:30 -0400 As I noted in this previous post, the key must-haves in your manuscript include your title page, your copyright page, and your Table of Contents (standard in nonfiction; optional in fiction). That previous post covered creating your title page; now let&#8217;s talk about creating the copyright page. Copyright page After you’ve finished the title page, [&#8230;] Exciting Events https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/exciting-events.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:92d78e14-28bc-535a-3e12-9ac53f61bdd9 Wed, 26 May 2021 14:44:09 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The iris explosion has begun! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxdLaDS8wns/YK6Wzcs8lJI/AAAAAAAAbEA/gamm-NaTto0dGcyM23K0V8p1-FXme_hyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1129/191335343_10101219848452336_1541572694664927391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxdLaDS8wns/YK6Wzcs8lJI/AAAAAAAAbEA/gamm-NaTto0dGcyM23K0V8p1-FXme_hyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/191335343_10101219848452336_1541572694664927391_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />They are so delicate and beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And the color to match Taylor graduates!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdQEFqzGuc/YK5lKfA7zWI/AAAAAAAAbDo/A4iPrK-gw5EBoUE_2OPik8iSkGj-IncHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s825/192114696_10101219779380756_8740440315649517538_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="825" height="393" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdQEFqzGuc/YK5lKfA7zWI/AAAAAAAAbDo/A4iPrK-gw5EBoUE_2OPik8iSkGj-IncHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h393/192114696_10101219779380756_8740440315649517538_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Moriah with her engineering friends</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday we attended Moriah's open house and once again marveled at the well-organized party in every detail. Note the famous cake-pops. Of course, we enjoyed most of all meeting and talking to many friends.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrL5IlT_OIE/YK0h4O1upkI/AAAAAAAAbBQ/NplzpGtO8Rsu_cMCA8mHizrdJxGthf0NgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/192130309_10101218682314286_6825679345152007835_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrL5IlT_OIE/YK0h4O1upkI/AAAAAAAAbBQ/NplzpGtO8Rsu_cMCA8mHizrdJxGthf0NgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/192130309_10101218682314286_6825679345152007835_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;">Monday was a very rainy day.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Six guys converged at Stephan's and, defying the weather, "raised the barn"! They worked till dark putting up the trusses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, here, the girls were packing their accumulations of years. Julia, Moriah's mother came along to help make her room ready for the next occupant!</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/-vsLs0fwu8ts/YK0iTxQHGaI/AAAAAAAAbBY/ehMt92qPVW0Gw3kJJfKVCmVYZIV0Y_bfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/190740115_10101218682354206_2222676031883341611_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsLs0fwu8ts/YK0iTxQHGaI/AAAAAAAAbBY/ehMt92qPVW0Gw3kJJfKVCmVYZIV0Y_bfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/190740115_10101218682354206_2222676031883341611_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We hosted two of Stephan's helpers, our dear OM friends from decades ago!&nbsp; The young guys they brought from MI stayed at Stephan's and the two ice carvers from NY slept in their huge RV.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nvVyOrhTQg/YK0lrf_IH5I/AAAAAAAAbCE/qjyewm-c-PMPEbUi9clpCaXoU0p5-DH9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/188413294_10101218682394126_4704810047758129586_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nvVyOrhTQg/YK0lrf_IH5I/AAAAAAAAbCE/qjyewm-c-PMPEbUi9clpCaXoU0p5-DH9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/188413294_10101218682394126_4704810047758129586_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast with Dennis and Phil</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The sun came out the next day and work progressed much more pleasantly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfFeq_hfgc4/YK0igjl9OHI/AAAAAAAAbBc/zCBFlUYNtPE7vt_pDR_wDtNaYVF314wcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/5.18%2Btrusses.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfFeq_hfgc4/YK0igjl9OHI/AAAAAAAAbBc/zCBFlUYNtPE7vt_pDR_wDtNaYVF314wcwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/5.18%2Btrusses.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was also my birthday. The day before, Moriah had given me a turtle to add to my collection. It was made by one of her engineering friends with a 3D pinter. Very clever, indeed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2cu_wxxIEA/YK0kk_6JdXI/AAAAAAAAbBs/TtRbUejhdzA5evnuQ1vzd1NMfVm-yXV_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/190833289_10101218683107696_4233773710111094478_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2cu_wxxIEA/YK0kk_6JdXI/AAAAAAAAbBs/TtRbUejhdzA5evnuQ1vzd1NMfVm-yXV_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/190833289_10101218683107696_4233773710111094478_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kendra took me to a coffee house I'd never been to and we shared a huge brownie.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here I am debating whether I should go across the street and get a tattoo! Is she telling me to go ahead?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BqViXe_WuM/YK0kWU4wzeI/AAAAAAAAbBo/sBRkKkLEkpA50eNKzHRExuF1WmxPPWgmACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="1200" height="293" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BqViXe_WuM/YK0kWU4wzeI/AAAAAAAAbBo/sBRkKkLEkpA50eNKzHRExuF1WmxPPWgmACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h293/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div>Stephan invited me to join the gang for dinner that evening to celebrate my birthday together. I marveled at the house progress as I drove in.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTzv1u84eKk/YK6FT091FCI/AAAAAAAAbDw/sik4WYnF_hgIjetcwnQyDhfgGFSvbJrRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/5.18%2Bprogress.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="960" height="498" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTzv1u84eKk/YK6FT091FCI/AAAAAAAAbDw/sik4WYnF_hgIjetcwnQyDhfgGFSvbJrRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h498/5.18%2Bprogress.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /><div>Stephan enjoys cooking for the guys since he cannot do as much of the work due to his fractured shoulder. It was a wonderful meal!<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9wG9sjhgl8/YK0lVnPWnuI/AAAAAAAAbB4/zcu2JmRVUWEneIQjFqVSdMSsHXvkI6UXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1898/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="1898" height="174" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9wG9sjhgl8/YK0lVnPWnuI/AAAAAAAAbB4/zcu2JmRVUWEneIQjFqVSdMSsHXvkI6UXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h174/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Early Wednesday we said goodbye to Kendra on her way to Massachusetts and later Pennsylvania. She faces exciting and overwhelming life transitions: Friday she welcomes her family from Cambodia after two years apart; Monday she begins an internship; and in the fall heads to Hollywood for her last college experience.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBca9U6NHBU/YK0n9ZwJrGI/AAAAAAAAbCQ/x9f6W7mtqcUk4yFER9yr-wJv56y8hqH7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1322/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="1322" height="341" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBca9U6NHBU/YK0n9ZwJrGI/AAAAAAAAbCQ/x9f6W7mtqcUk4yFER9yr-wJv56y8hqH7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h341/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The four men from MI left Wednesday evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkw288150Fo/YK0dR-vpYoI/AAAAAAAAbAo/7OAQRaX-DV8EJzV7KLsgzFsA0pHKiqf5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/187760400_10159657546374767_691972993364816196_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkw288150Fo/YK0dR-vpYoI/AAAAAAAAbAo/7OAQRaX-DV8EJzV7KLsgzFsA0pHKiqf5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/187760400_10159657546374767_691972993364816196_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;">Thursday, the New York helpers and Stephan wore their Ice Boot Camp shirts for the farewell pic.<br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOMFuKUCxSk/YK0oNtzA_fI/AAAAAAAAbCY/PsQfQ5prX4ISN9E50aiVRlkM8Y-B0vdzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/188567473_10159660047764767_987052156181900049_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOMFuKUCxSk/YK0oNtzA_fI/AAAAAAAAbCY/PsQfQ5prX4ISN9E50aiVRlkM8Y-B0vdzwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/188567473_10159660047764767_987052156181900049_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Somehow Stephan managed to find time to engrave this board for all to sign at the wedding.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsu1ynnC8_I/YK0pCnVtBtI/AAAAAAAAbCk/HxeJClq2-N0O8Ad8ihQx25RWORA0be05ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2118/188938694_10159665256309767_7711882563372964681_n.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="2118" height="194" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsu1ynnC8_I/YK0pCnVtBtI/AAAAAAAAbCk/HxeJClq2-N0O8Ad8ihQx25RWORA0be05ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h194/188938694_10159665256309767_7711882563372964681_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;">All day Friday and Saturday morning, he baked a dozen different cakes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VZUMfsk0R4/YK0p9dJieeI/AAAAAAAAbCw/poCEN06CPhULsk2uLS0GFwozYDCKyFUpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1391" data-original-width="853" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VZUMfsk0R4/YK0p9dJieeI/AAAAAAAAbCw/poCEN06CPhULsk2uLS0GFwozYDCKyFUpgCLcBGAsYHQ/w245-h400/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had front row seats to this amazingly beautiful and meaningful event!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2YvFWigYf8/YK0qR_d7UZI/AAAAAAAAbC4/M3r91bCRTiMnldh5i2pSu_lqL7RaZYfqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s887/191500154_10101218683207496_5106701960965739743_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2YvFWigYf8/YK0qR_d7UZI/AAAAAAAAbC4/M3r91bCRTiMnldh5i2pSu_lqL7RaZYfqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w381-h640/191500154_10101218683207496_5106701960965739743_n.jpg" width="381" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lexi and Malachi Koch!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9kc2kfujAg/YK0ralH24oI/AAAAAAAAbDI/fLZoeR4fFhUqpXgP6NNRYL3TxwJVk2iwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1229/190908858_10222601716844676_9155162858673421702_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="1152" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9kc2kfujAg/YK0ralH24oI/AAAAAAAAbDI/fLZoeR4fFhUqpXgP6NNRYL3TxwJVk2iwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/190908858_10222601716844676_9155162858673421702_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful couple run off into the sunset!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We did not stay to see this grand finale, so are grateful for all the lovely photos posted so far. One more collage of a few more family members present.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0VLz8qtgHk/YK6Osu67a3I/AAAAAAAAbD4/WhJAp2vbE_kubRKwPjmTMYM5Fwshvn6bgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="2048" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0VLz8qtgHk/YK6Osu67a3I/AAAAAAAAbD4/WhJAp2vbE_kubRKwPjmTMYM5Fwshvn6bgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h382/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The groom's proud and grateful parents; best man Elijah; Uncle Stephan and his lovely wife; <br />usher Zion, flower girl Rebecca, ring bearer Jude; Kern family&nbsp;&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Can life get any more exciting?</div></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/IloaBAj4rGI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Commencements and Celebrations https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/commencements-and-celebrations.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:a9546099-673e-3315-9d72-6f50fe2a8c3f Tue, 18 May 2021 14:49:52 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Karin's floral surprise for 5/16--<span style="background-color: white;">blue hydrangeas, some allium, and lilies.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-x5NGvGSY8/YKPMpokT57I/AAAAAAAAa9I/Zkd5cZOEbFwDo-jE22x2Iwc_whmLtLLBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-16-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-x5NGvGSY8/YKPMpokT57I/AAAAAAAAa9I/Zkd5cZOEbFwDo-jE22x2Iwc_whmLtLLBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-16-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every Monday evening dinner, I enjoy the surprising progress on the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7oDhncw-ogE/YKPOXd8MP3I/AAAAAAAAa9Q/6ITiBKm7FWEZWjPaawoXuNuim_oFVE2BwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187620863_10101215203575706_63339849622281017_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/-7oDhncw-ogE/YKPOXd8MP3I/AAAAAAAAa9Q/6ITiBKm7FWEZWjPaawoXuNuim_oFVE2BwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/187620863_10101215203575706_63339849622281017_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Joists here and rafters later in the week.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDGSEHH95J8/YKPQP8b1omI/AAAAAAAAa9Y/FqOkAQDY-XwBYxCDaANq-PsW458wBocxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/188394812_10101215674447076_1411419928634854401_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/-BDGSEHH95J8/YKPQP8b1omI/AAAAAAAAa9Y/FqOkAQDY-XwBYxCDaANq-PsW458wBocxwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/188394812_10101215674447076_1411419928634854401_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Tuesday morning I walked to my friend Jane's new house and had a wonderful visit. We are Scripture memory accountability partners. I found this happy little greeting on the way.&nbsp;<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rcHN2eeNpk/YKPSwYF8YLI/AAAAAAAAa9s/NrdVK2m5THEOZBbgSDexh09LVF_FW8w7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187340060_10101215203735386_3915045494121727466_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rcHN2eeNpk/YKPSwYF8YLI/AAAAAAAAa9s/NrdVK2m5THEOZBbgSDexh09LVF_FW8w7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187340060_10101215203735386_3915045494121727466_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening was the anticipated screening of Kendra's team's narrative film - <i>Jack, the Town, and I</i>. Ivisa Huber, the owner of This Old Barn B&amp;B where much of the filming took place, hosted the event. It was planned for family and friends who could not attend the official screening at the university, but also to celebrate the accomplishment of the crew and cast. She served a wonderful meal. We had a delightful time getting to know the young filmmakers. I was thrilled that my dear friends Jane and Patryce could be there.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61Kc1jl2NRQ/YKPSpIg3FjI/AAAAAAAAa9k/gZzTK0gNXy8238gEW5EpHH7s_DcWi5FgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1219/186009450_10101213381287586_4628828021799524683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1219" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61Kc1jl2NRQ/YKPSpIg3FjI/AAAAAAAAa9k/gZzTK0gNXy8238gEW5EpHH7s_DcWi5FgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/186009450_10101213381287586_4628828021799524683_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">With every viewing I become more accepting of "Miss Holly" (smile) and able to appreciate the story.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">On my desk I have a lovely reminder of the experience - a small canvas that captures one of the many learning scenes where director Kendra was walking me through the emotions my character was experiencing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqbRRDcxHhQ/YKPWZTYGzKI/AAAAAAAAa94/t0tUOqsfrvUhRRTHhYgA_kbQBwnAx-l4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1129/187561783_10101215681093756_1941915740300741713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqbRRDcxHhQ/YKPWZTYGzKI/AAAAAAAAa94/t0tUOqsfrvUhRRTHhYgA_kbQBwnAx-l4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187561783_10101215681093756_1941915740300741713_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael is forever learning and trying new things. He cooks breakfast most mornings. I just had to take a picture of this experiment--egg in meringue. And he does not give up. His first attempt failed, but he came back another day, and look at this beauty! Tasty too.</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/-Lc2oZB6CGYk/YKPWf3ePjmI/AAAAAAAAa98/SEiIMz2qCrsiywbYN_0fBkNGTpoNbWoZACLcBGAsYHQ/s880/187317612_10101215203830196_5810256241166480052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="880" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lc2oZB6CGYk/YKPWf3ePjmI/AAAAAAAAa98/SEiIMz2qCrsiywbYN_0fBkNGTpoNbWoZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187317612_10101215203830196_5810256241166480052_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday evening the girls prepared a meal for us and we hung out together the entire time, even to the extent of going to the store together. Then we played a game, a 3" race to see who could write down the most words and phrases that represented memories from our time living in the same house. We gathered the many memories on a poster.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ag2FSjyPzQ/YKPWveExp6I/AAAAAAAAa-I/VADSCxfarjsDN3LRJ1XW8uIUTKOnAl1eQCLcBGAsYHQ/s886/187321386_10101215206040766_4647020036385206707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="886" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ag2FSjyPzQ/YKPWveExp6I/AAAAAAAAa-I/VADSCxfarjsDN3LRJ1XW8uIUTKOnAl1eQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187321386_10101215206040766_4647020036385206707_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Mother's Day balloon provided for hilarious helium-voice farewell messages.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ju72e6Ctph8/YKPaVQQypnI/AAAAAAAAa-Q/DhYRHRlu9wspplqBUTePLe6-49P8rdIqACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187659181_10101215683538856_795398811317561623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ju72e6Ctph8/YKPaVQQypnI/AAAAAAAAa-Q/DhYRHRlu9wspplqBUTePLe6-49P8rdIqACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/187659181_10101215683538856_795398811317561623_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is what happens after&nbsp; finals week, very little sleep and then commencement rehearsal. Notice mortar board and gown, and backpack. Can you find the graduating senior?</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/-lzPeNFzmSbk/YKPa77yAIOI/AAAAAAAAa-g/Bz2Wq4scEkwfHLVl9ZpEJTcbOCw57323wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/187073410_10101215203954946_4319976521929174673_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/-lzPeNFzmSbk/YKPa77yAIOI/AAAAAAAAa-g/Bz2Wq4scEkwfHLVl9ZpEJTcbOCw57323wCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/187073410_10101215203954946_4319976521929174673_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, major packing and moving comes next. Rebecca got to say goodbye to "Pancake," Moriah's little pet.</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/-6VF9J10ss5I/YKPakN5VgxI/AAAAAAAAa-U/H7fUqpkAGKYKv5o1-6iAHGLkt_yvVX6gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/188218106_10101215206120606_685466629825698166_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VF9J10ss5I/YKPakN5VgxI/AAAAAAAAa-U/H7fUqpkAGKYKv5o1-6iAHGLkt_yvVX6gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/188218106_10101215206120606_685466629825698166_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;">The BIG day arrived! Our resident graduate allowed me a couple photos of her outfits.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWR8NsL7CNs/YKPbLWZICFI/AAAAAAAAa-o/AcaggpCcmDg-X6IULVyIUBmZjcxGF8_rQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Graduate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UWR8NsL7CNs/YKPbLWZICFI/AAAAAAAAa-o/AcaggpCcmDg-X6IULVyIUBmZjcxGF8_rQCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h400/Graduate.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because of the growing cold (a two-day sore throat and headache) I stayed home. This allowed me to watch two commencement ceremonies simultaneously.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Malachi's graduation began at 9:00 and Moriah's at 10:00, so I was able to watch the important segments of each livestream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The highlight of the day was when I recognized the student speaker for the Grace College and Seminary Commencement, our grandson Malachi Koch!&nbsp; I was very moved, not only by what he shared, but also as I reflected on God's&nbsp; hand upon his life.&nbsp; He was a gift from above to two very lost young people. God delivered them and gave them a beautiful family. Then when Malachi was in his freshman year God spared his life when he suffered a serious accident!&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/-xd42Hp0Lu2Q/YKPblHiwn3I/AAAAAAAAa-w/oDtWwDlqKgAhRRNMUemYRxtPWJdaTrrYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Malachi%2Bspeaking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xd42Hp0Lu2Q/YKPblHiwn3I/AAAAAAAAa-w/oDtWwDlqKgAhRRNMUemYRxtPWJdaTrrYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h400/Malachi%2Bspeaking.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was reminded of my graduation from Grace in 1966 when President Herman Hoyt (my uncle, Malachi's great great uncle) handed me my diploma.</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/-VM-m8TMGKr0/YKPcGcUCWmI/AAAAAAAAa-4/OgaEOomK11oq3wjZ1PFaVWku0yTAMyQGACLcBGAsYHQ/s720/28106_548194233816_7783824_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="720" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM-m8TMGKr0/YKPcGcUCWmI/AAAAAAAAa-4/OgaEOomK11oq3wjZ1PFaVWku0yTAMyQGACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h306/28106_548194233816_7783824_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And fifty years later</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfdhuqkdpns/YKPfy5KQTaI/AAAAAAAAa_A/8BF0T_X384kkxuZxGyc67OyiCMtqL14KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1128/186488173_10101215694965956_1191617958403269049_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="786" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfdhuqkdpns/YKPfy5KQTaI/AAAAAAAAa_A/8BF0T_X384kkxuZxGyc67OyiCMtqL14KwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/186488173_10101215694965956_1191617958403269049_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/efrTQowTJN8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Award ceremonies https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/award-ceremonies.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c77e10c3-a49f-b191-daa6-022e0dc7313a Wed, 12 May 2021 11:28:28 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another Sunday bouquet from cousin Karin in Tennessee--rhododendrons and a couple irises peeking through, peach and purple.</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/-O5nwvPDj8XM/YJrpAesWhGI/AAAAAAAAa7A/0DlJieOLhXc_b87jowsu5KVu6zVNldOkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-9-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5nwvPDj8XM/YJrpAesWhGI/AAAAAAAAa7A/0DlJieOLhXc_b87jowsu5KVu6zVNldOkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-9-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sunday afternoon, we hiked part of the Three Falls Trail by the Salamonie River.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNMl6WY3sHI/YJrtnsAqNuI/AAAAAAAAa7Q/Xo-csJ1eAp4s427pf7fMSg6NklhBFl6SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1774/3%2BFalls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1216" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNMl6WY3sHI/YJrtnsAqNuI/AAAAAAAAa7Q/Xo-csJ1eAp4s427pf7fMSg6NklhBFl6SQCLcBGAsYHQ/w438-h640/3%2BFalls.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">There were lovely spring blossoms along the way, very different from the last time we were in the area.&nbsp; I believe we tromped through snow then.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejHcTPl_TH0/YJrt1XqSjyI/AAAAAAAAa7U/s-4XQydWe1sXgB3tj2kajR5NejJrOt8pwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/blossoms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="1200" height="146" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejHcTPl_TH0/YJrt1XqSjyI/AAAAAAAAa7U/s-4XQydWe1sXgB3tj2kajR5NejJrOt8pwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h146/blossoms.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday, Kendra allowed me to help set up and arrange her table at the film majors exhibit. Fun!&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/-Cl8yWq86vnU/YJrxv3wrpfI/AAAAAAAAa74/vaElKSqGmB0HA6Z0lzL5amvQ04Mno9shgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/179279733_769623383691170_282251258076578176_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="2048" height="444" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl8yWq86vnU/YJrxv3wrpfI/AAAAAAAAa74/vaElKSqGmB0HA6Z0lzL5amvQ04Mno9shgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h444/179279733_769623383691170_282251258076578176_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday Night Dinner was not cancelled, Stephan and Karen pulled it off yet again with another tasty meal. The fractured shoulder and bruises are still causing Stephan considerable pain. However, he remains unstoppable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ5tWGQvBQA/YJrvG4JNs3I/AAAAAAAAa7o/Qnr9JJRh40AQd1V28N6IV2TcYb6rqEqzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s523/184706445_10101211943409106_236255040461432925_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="523" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ5tWGQvBQA/YJrvG4JNs3I/AAAAAAAAa7o/Qnr9JJRh40AQd1V28N6IV2TcYb6rqEqzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/184706445_10101211943409106_236255040461432925_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The house-building has not come to a halt. Stephan does as much as he is able. See below how he picks up and carries heavy boards with only his right arm.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Progress was notable throughout the week with helpers, "the Young Apprentice, the Father-in-Law" (as Karen refers to them in her <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/05/09/porch-progress/">blog</a>), and a few others that drop by.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am learning new terms: purlins, joists, rafters.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wFOgMtot0/YJr3OLs_cAI/AAAAAAAAa8o/YWJK1pWk71wNWpp_UgFgJyqoukIQTg6eACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/house%2Bprogress.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="1200" height="456" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wFOgMtot0/YJr3OLs_cAI/AAAAAAAAa8o/YWJK1pWk71wNWpp_UgFgJyqoukIQTg6eACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h456/house%2Bprogress.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />We rushed home from the dinner so we could watch the livestream of the 2021 Senior Show of the Film and Media Production department. Kendra's speech went very well and she was recognized for academic excellence among other things. Both girls won leadership awards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twice in the week Moriah talked about her role in the senior engineers' project - the Mars Habitat Printer. Michael was able to attend the in-person event, and got these 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/-EWvZOh4weOc/YJr0pD0s8YI/AAAAAAAAa8I/_9DZTYKJLWUfG1tNWYm-63VoqtkGw90oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Moriah%2527s%2Bpresentation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWvZOh4weOc/YJr0pD0s8YI/AAAAAAAAa8I/_9DZTYKJLWUfG1tNWYm-63VoqtkGw90oQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/Moriah%2527s%2Bpresentation.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;">Who would've thought this kid from the robotics team would soon be among the elite group of female engineers working in an industry (still TBD)!!!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays after lunch at the Senior Center, I have fun visits with Leah. I like to keep busy while we chat, so she assigns me an area or task. This week we cleared off the table and washed it down. Later she decorated it with a bouquet and candles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXGd8_SvlJo/YJryfvZqFVI/AAAAAAAAa8A/r78_g2Bo4547aSG_ZKHWTi2RBKsxqlPcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1123/185363155_10101211944432056_7802522307590844643_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1123" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXGd8_SvlJo/YJryfvZqFVI/AAAAAAAAa8A/r78_g2Bo4547aSG_ZKHWTi2RBKsxqlPcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/185363155_10101211944432056_7802522307590844643_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael spent long hours at the team shop this week as they prepared to attend a competition this weekend, the only&nbsp;one so far this year.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was a very full day. Michael left at 4:10 a.m. for the Ram Robotics Invitational in Hamilton, OH, and arrived home after 11:00 p.m.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9:00 a.m. was my starting time tor the <a href="https://www.teamworldvision.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=donordrive.participant&amp;participantID=260027">World Vision Global 6K for Water</a>. One hundred from our church participated in the event and we had beautiful weather.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MnYPQbJOHs/YJr1WfFX8GI/AAAAAAAAa8c/DuX8EQQQ5GUhQSiieuIdgTPmdIzMpRZZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/184880729_10101211943339246_9119203945379077636_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="703" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MnYPQbJOHs/YJr1WfFX8GI/AAAAAAAAa8c/DuX8EQQQ5GUhQSiieuIdgTPmdIzMpRZZACLcBGAsYHQ/w293-h400/184880729_10101211943339246_9119203945379077636_n.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As soon as I got back home, I found the schedule and link to watch Team 1720's performances throughout the day. They were running behind so I had only missed one match.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rest of the day, I managed to keep track of most of the wins and losses in between attending a bridal shower and watching Lexi's graduation online.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most exciting was when final scores were announced and Team 1720, the PhyXTGears' alliance won!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmUJqGVEy4/YJr1KMfqw0I/AAAAAAAAa8Y/Y_NCcjpz7PgAc0yQ6ExbB5VH9bfjRorFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/184595937_10101211943264396_8417605642663144903_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVmUJqGVEy4/YJr1KMfqw0I/AAAAAAAAa8Y/Y_NCcjpz7PgAc0yQ6ExbB5VH9bfjRorFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h240/184595937_10101211943264396_8417605642663144903_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The grand finale of the day was to be allowed to attend the official screening of the films produced by the four teams of majors in the department.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was not easy, however, to watch Miss Holly in <i>Jack, the Town, and I</i>. My performance may have been adequately believable, but I sure looked old!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTg2hiX0Q-4/YJr02PHItQI/AAAAAAAAa8M/pDo6mLv2W7ANN51a3Xx5XBDjDUevwd22ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/184692835_10101211942875176_2815235492591091459_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="960" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTg2hiX0Q-4/YJr02PHItQI/AAAAAAAAa8M/pDo6mLv2W7ANN51a3Xx5XBDjDUevwd22ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/184692835_10101211942875176_2815235492591091459_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2021 Film majors (Kendra far left)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finals next week, then graduation, and the end. Goodbyes are what some students dread the most.</div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vlJl_kmYc2c" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Achievements and special days https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/05/achievements-and-special-days.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:3072cad3-9af8-894b-ad19-c82415f6ffce Wed, 05 May 2021 18:39:13 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every week, cousin-Karin shares a photo of her Sunday bouquet with us. We enjoy the Tennessee beauties and her artistry. She said this one is sparse, mostly delicate irises, difficult to arrange because they are so fragile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ_75TrQwhs/YJKWvDb9w0I/AAAAAAAAajQ/uSfZQgiSJx06hzqrDT7IrnC5gLWtaOwUACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B5-2-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ_75TrQwhs/YJKWvDb9w0I/AAAAAAAAajQ/uSfZQgiSJx06hzqrDT7IrnC5gLWtaOwUACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B5-2-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Monday</b>, April 26, was Kendra's 23rd birthday. Zach was here to celebrate with her. One Copeland family tradition I found out was that Mom made each of her children their favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner on their birthday. Kendra said her favorite breakfast is sweet potato pancakes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The girls actually made time for an early celebration meal. Usually they come upstairs at the last minute, ready for their first class of the day, wearing their jackets and heavy backpacks. They might grab something to eat on the way out.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, it was extra special to have a fun, sit-down sharing time. Here are three favorite gifts: a Cambodian flag from Zach; a Jane Austen mug from a sibling; and a pendant enameled by Moriah. The mug is especially meaningful because of the quote that describes Kendra perfectly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i></i></div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>There is a stubbornness&nbsp;about me that&nbsp;</i><i>never&nbsp;</i><i>can bear to be frightened at the will of others.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>My courage always rises at each attempt&nbsp;to intimidate me.</i></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_aeC3Mncu8/YJKe7sVxPEI/AAAAAAAAajY/_wJC8pcO9KIa0h4CqQcf3JnsDYMKtY9MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/K%2Bbd%2Bbkfst.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1391" height="345" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_aeC3Mncu8/YJKe7sVxPEI/AAAAAAAAajY/_wJC8pcO9KIa0h4CqQcf3JnsDYMKtY9MQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h345/K%2Bbd%2Bbkfst.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was not the end, when we got back home from Monday Night Dinner, a group of Kendra's friends were there decorating for a surprise party. They confessed to the many lies "required" to pull it off.</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/-c44V2RxlgfM/YJKfE2cZHuI/AAAAAAAAajc/JoDfHa6B8fwkvvo_6WaA1haA3jIgaFnqACLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/FotoJet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1391" height="345" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c44V2RxlgfM/YJKfE2cZHuI/AAAAAAAAajc/JoDfHa6B8fwkvvo_6WaA1haA3jIgaFnqACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h345/FotoJet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><b><div><b><br /></b></div>Tuesday</b>, I had a special event, the fifth and final gathering of the Scripture Memory group. Tables and chairs had been replaced by couches, an abundance of candles, and flowers to create a very welcoming atmosphere. Each of the dozen or so who had committed to a memorization goal, courageously faced the group of guests with microphone in hand, and recited&nbsp;our portion, sometimes haltingly. It was a powerfully moving time. We called that an M&amp;M day--Memorization and Momentum. Each of us was so blessed that we want to keep the momentum going.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lov_xePmnsc/YJGVOCvHX6I/AAAAAAAAajI/WDWh5e3K7lUqVjW5xChZfy-f348Cx_58gCLcBGAsYHQ/s190/IMG_1982%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="142" data-original-width="190" height="299" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lov_xePmnsc/YJGVOCvHX6I/AAAAAAAAajI/WDWh5e3K7lUqVjW5xChZfy-f348Cx_58gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h299/IMG_1982%2B%25283%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fellowship time with Elizabeth, Rebecca's piano teacher.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POy_fnOkonc/YJKfVFaPqjI/AAAAAAAAajo/Ow7tyc9q91wXVx6xKFkDMUHH-gtL_9fYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1714/M%2B%2526%2BM%2BDay.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1714" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POy_fnOkonc/YJKfVFaPqjI/AAAAAAAAajo/Ow7tyc9q91wXVx6xKFkDMUHH-gtL_9fYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h448/M%2B%2526%2BM%2BDay.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My page from the group scrapbook. Jane and Elizabeth recite Scripture.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the afternoon Rebecca and I had fun drawing animals (and acting like one?).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uVXjehh-rA/YJKgDcXfQjI/AAAAAAAAaj4/nGMVhKj9KHkGrIV55KG22E-kWGQj_v-iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="2048" height="352" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uVXjehh-rA/YJKgDcXfQjI/AAAAAAAAaj4/nGMVhKj9KHkGrIV55KG22E-kWGQj_v-iQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h352/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Wednesday </b>evening we had set aside for a last "Household Hurrah"--a fondue. I spent the afternoon chopping, cutting, preparing for this last "family" celebration before the girls leave us in a couple of weeks.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMfRoSu3Sf0/YJKgLDaE2nI/AAAAAAAAaj8/8XQEQ5i-jyQY3x1KdP-HJG3BeNPYy9xtwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/fondue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMfRoSu3Sf0/YJKgLDaE2nI/AAAAAAAAaj8/8XQEQ5i-jyQY3x1KdP-HJG3BeNPYy9xtwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/fondue.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>Thursday</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lest we forget Michael's ever faithful and ongoing dedication to the robotics team, I captured a screen shot of the live view. I check in sometimes to see what's happening, hoping he will be coming home soon. Here, after team meeting hours, he is checking on something. What is it?</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/-ZnnnTgmMWbs/YJKooy9kzHI/AAAAAAAAak4/KJBo-mlYZFoofbuEoSYH56vpcQaetq7HQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/181907302_10101209083320746_308621563955518979_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnnnTgmMWbs/YJKooy9kzHI/AAAAAAAAak4/KJBo-mlYZFoofbuEoSYH56vpcQaetq7HQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/181907302_10101209083320746_308621563955518979_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">I worked on revisions of the&nbsp;</span><a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/04/por-fin-en-la-argentina.html">Spanish version</a><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;of&nbsp;</span><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/04/argentina-at-last.html">chapter 5</a><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;of my book scheduled to publish Saturday, May 1.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><b>Friday</b>, Kendra headed to Missouri with her marathon class to the event they'd been training for all semester.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"><div style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;">Zach drove there later after his work day. All week he kept up with his job online, including a major presentation on Thursday.&nbsp;</div><div><br style="color: black;" /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2b5d4PvegXw/YJKj7HEx4MI/AAAAAAAAakk/r2YUxytm3x8l7rZSBULy4PkGb3AX6BpNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s720/181843209_10101209083275836_4588523544107647795_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="720" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2b5d4PvegXw/YJKj7HEx4MI/AAAAAAAAakk/r2YUxytm3x8l7rZSBULy4PkGb3AX6BpNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/181843209_10101209083275836_4588523544107647795_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;"><div style="background-color: white; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;">Zach was there to support Kendra throughout the run as well as her brother and sister-in-law recently arrived from Cambodia. That was a real surprise! Well, once they took off their monkey disguises!</div><div style="background-color: white; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Suz0YjpwijI/YJKmRaldIqI/AAAAAAAAakw/kRMhJCwXeWoEcdv_JjwTN3gwmMa3DdSZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1978/Marathon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1331" data-original-width="1978" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Suz0YjpwijI/YJKmRaldIqI/AAAAAAAAakw/kRMhJCwXeWoEcdv_JjwTN3gwmMa3DdSZQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h430/Marathon.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back in Indiana, while she was running, I enjoyed a day with the grandsons. Elijah drove us for the first part, a stop at Chick-Fil-A, and then to his girlfriend's place in Daleville.</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/-Lzrd1oRVLfs/YJK_G6jCW1I/AAAAAAAAalA/pULmkSMN2U4DH1Y8qx-CfexE1ULNOY2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/182875406_10101209320724986_7051648182346215973_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lzrd1oRVLfs/YJK_G6jCW1I/AAAAAAAAalA/pULmkSMN2U4DH1Y8qx-CfexE1ULNOY2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/182875406_10101209320724986_7051648182346215973_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 drove on with the younger two.We were so close to Stephan and Karen's that we stopped and Karen gave the boys a tour of the new house in progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next stop was Minnetrista for the Bob Ross Experience and his art exhibit in the Oakhurst House next door where we also learned about the George Ball family's contribution to the world in difficult times--recipes and teaching people canning and preservation methods. I was especially interested in their hobby of collecting children's books.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we proceeded to the main building for other exhibits and much more fun.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag-2dgJ7s68/YJKhZudKUmI/AAAAAAAAakI/Cr4t7DsMCHAPFQfLT6Sr3hPzWXY0IizfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1391/Minnetrista.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1391" height="552" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag-2dgJ7s68/YJKhZudKUmI/AAAAAAAAakI/Cr4t7DsMCHAPFQfLT6Sr3hPzWXY0IizfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h552/Minnetrista.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;">When I am late posting the weekly blog you know we've rolled into another very full week. Much more excitement to come!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One final NOT-so-fun note for the week:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Stephan fractured his left shoulder and suffered some serious bruising when a short ladder collapsed under him. We are thankful that it was not worse, and saddened for the pain and the delay it means for the house-building project.</div></div><br /><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/1bUxrc2zcgU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> God's timing https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/gods-timing.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:75044f78-f280-8ea2-b6c4-f171d0e8f31b Tue, 27 Apr 2021 13:13:03 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekly Sunday bouquet from my Tennessee-cousin is made up of blooms that have not yet arrived in our region.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwZmdcb0bA/YIbL7s495-I/AAAAAAAAagk/aAPDAWVyLuc4mtS7ZwAmb92kJalB0s5bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_April%2B25%2Bbouquet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="955" data-original-width="1280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZwZmdcb0bA/YIbL7s495-I/AAAAAAAAagk/aAPDAWVyLuc4mtS7ZwAmb92kJalB0s5bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_April%2B25%2Bbouquet.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;"><span style="font-family: times;">However, I do believe we had a weather event they did not experience--a heavy snowfall this late in April. Did I hear it was a 100-year record? I think Mike measured a 5" accumulation by Tuesday night</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Friends with blossoming fruit trees, fear a total loss, like last year.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChqzQ3IZANw/YIbhVqkv7EI/AAAAAAAAah4/AqpEte_CtIwuvrKP1P8yz-B7mvdgv0H5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s852/FotoJet%2B%252815%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="852" height="359" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChqzQ3IZANw/YIbhVqkv7EI/AAAAAAAAah4/AqpEte_CtIwuvrKP1P8yz-B7mvdgv0H5QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h359/FotoJet%2B%252815%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The tree I see from my writing loft, Tuesday and Friday</td></tr></tbody></table>The Winter-in-Spring Wonderland was wondrously beautiful. The heavy-laden branches bent over our lane created a Narnia-like effect. Each of us commented on the snowy-branch tunnel we drove through, but none of us managed to get a photo.<div>Later, in the car with Rebecca, as we were listening to the song "He's got the whole world in his hands," she added "And the snow!" So true. Job referred to God's control over nature, “For to the snow He says, ‘Fall on the earth,’" And the Psalmist wrote "He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes."</div><div>Snow is referenced often as the ultimate white, representing flawless purity. God's amazing gift of forgiveness through Christ's sacrifice in our place, also mentions snow:&nbsp;</div><div></div><blockquote><div>Though your sins are as scarlet,</div><div>They will be as white as snow;</div><div>Though they are red like crimson,</div><div>They will be like wool.</div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRHwx7K13dY/YIbhJLFo5tI/AAAAAAAAah0/JgYV_siZDOktjjhpsXfdah8TJ0IYHtuTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s978/FotoJet%2B%252816%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="852" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRHwx7K13dY/YIbhJLFo5tI/AAAAAAAAah0/JgYV_siZDOktjjhpsXfdah8TJ0IYHtuTgCLcBGAsYHQ/w557-h640/FotoJet%2B%252816%2529.jpg" width="557" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top: Tuesday night (can you see the zip line?) Bottom: Wednesday morning&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weather delayed the cement pour on Stephan's house from Monday to Thursday. Karen tells more in her post&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/04/25/uncooperative-weather/">(Un)cooperative Weather</a>.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael helped at various stages of the process. The most physically draining was to shovel snow off the protective tarps, lest moisture be trapped in the network of tubing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The least strenuous and most fascinating was to watch the pumper truck and the crew of ten men pour the cement.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K-I3zCiJtw/YIbYcVMB30I/AAAAAAAAahc/8gdMomIFmsEeFYV7rkJesz5yXaQz3bf2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/177550936_5307898569280108_7923090751684633728_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9K-I3zCiJtw/YIbYcVMB30I/AAAAAAAAahc/8gdMomIFmsEeFYV7rkJesz5yXaQz3bf2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/177550936_5307898569280108_7923090751684633728_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZyGAmsWeq8/YIbYn0yFQ1I/AAAAAAAAahg/Mwl5bTZHN7cEL9dwqwp-He51pIFqp1ZPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s852/FotoJet%2B%252814%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="852" height="574" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZyGAmsWeq8/YIbYn0yFQ1I/AAAAAAAAahg/Mwl5bTZHN7cEL9dwqwp-He51pIFqp1ZPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h574/FotoJet%2B%252814%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;">This week,<i> Abuelo </i>tried to teach us to play chess. Rebecca picked up the roles and rules quite well. And, of course, she is very good with certain cell-phone features as the following pics attest.</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/-VyoSKkJdSEI/YIbSaPl5ISI/AAAAAAAAahM/apymVXfx9cUPMUspFwJlxVKwAU2U6AxbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/FotoJet%2B%252812%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="1200" height="263" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VyoSKkJdSEI/YIbSaPl5ISI/AAAAAAAAahM/apymVXfx9cUPMUspFwJlxVKwAU2U6AxbQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h263/FotoJet%2B%252812%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kendra made a meal for us on Wednesday--gyro wrapped chicken marinated in tzatziki sauce.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2La_sxtWPTE/YIbRj6bMiBI/AAAAAAAAahE/QBWRIMpVdRQySCAbW6za3Bjf8SzoqpqXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/178121801_10101204097232906_2942151566426188458_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2La_sxtWPTE/YIbRj6bMiBI/AAAAAAAAahE/QBWRIMpVdRQySCAbW6za3Bjf8SzoqpqXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/178121801_10101204097232906_2942151566426188458_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: &quot;Segoe UI Historic&quot;, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; text-align: left;">Wednesday, April 21, was Uncle Dan's 103rd birthday. He is my only living uncle on Mother's side. </span></div></div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaftUYrLyGE/YIbVHxqxeLI/AAAAAAAAahU/FRbU3G3BgaEQF8jGNBHvqtfWhJzNdeUdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1069/FotoJet%2B%252813%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="852" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaftUYrLyGE/YIbVHxqxeLI/AAAAAAAAahU/FRbU3G3BgaEQF8jGNBHvqtfWhJzNdeUdQCLcBGAsYHQ/w510-h640/FotoJet%2B%252813%2529.jpg" width="510" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Top: Hirschy siblings and spouses in birth order from L to R. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; text-align: center; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-small;">Lower: Siblings in birth order from R to L: Joyce, Harlan, Daniel, Lois, Kathryn, Philip</span></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Four of them became missionaries, two in Africa and two in South America.</span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Uncle Dan and Aunt Eleanor were approved to go to French Equatorial Africa (now Chad) in 1945 and left in May 1946.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Four daughters and several terms of service later, they left the girls in the US and returned to Chad a seventh and final time. Here I quote from his biographical sketch:</span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"></div><blockquote><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">What was to have been a four year term turned out to be four months. The government, endeavored to go back to the old ways, to wipe out all traces of years of foreign domination. All who had never gone through their idolatrous initiation rites were ordered to do so. Government spies were in the church services to see if the pastors were complying with their orders. I believe the Lord took us back to Chad to encourage the Christians to stand true to God. In the face of great persecution, they did just that. I remember messages being preached from Daniel about the three men who were cast into the furnace and Daniel who was cast to the lions. Rather than destroying the church, the persecution cleansed and strengthened it.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Eleanor and I were placed under house arrest and given 24 hours to pack our bags for eviction from Chad. But a few hours later a government car came to get us. We were taken 75 miles to Ft. Archambault where we were detained at the Bureau of the Police. . . At midnight we were loaded with our baggage on a truck. Two guards with machine guns rode on the back of the truck with us. We men sat on top of the 55 gallon drums and the women on a pile of suitcases. Following a 400 mile trip over unpaved road we arrived at the capital tired and filthy. That night we had devotions, reading Psalm 40 and tried to get some sleep on a cement slab in front of the Bureau of Immigration. We were accused of being subversive because our teaching kept the people from obeying the government demand to submit to the initiation rites. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none;"><span style="font-family: times;">Monday we were sent to Paris. . . We flew to NY the week of Thanksgiving. . . and traveled by bus to Pittsburgh. . . extremely tired, but rejoicing in the Lord's tender care.</span></div></blockquote><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none;"></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">They were willing to die, if necessary, to spread the message of the Gospel.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week the gifts I planned to give each of our families on Resurrection Sunday finally arrived, though ordered long ago.&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/-QsTxvWhhUiE/YIbZjqseE6I/AAAAAAAAahs/ykwAPx9lFgMtCgUZFt0zOnlXa9N-7UPugCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/178058608_10101204097317736_5004909331724128864_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsTxvWhhUiE/YIbZjqseE6I/AAAAAAAAahs/ykwAPx9lFgMtCgUZFt0zOnlXa9N-7UPugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/178058608_10101204097317736_5004909331724128864_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/aOAYfUdqZMY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Return http://fairwriter.blogspot.com/2021/04/return.html FairWriter urn:uuid:19bb1b44-50a4-e496-a56e-7056a2f51ec1 Mon, 26 Apr 2021 21:07:57 -0400 <div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">A return to the pen on paper.<br />Ink from the soul splurged on a white sheet.<br />Will you consume my smorgasbord of spelling and reprieve?<br />An art that dies will resurrect a need for transparency.<br />Return to poetry.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The ache to master the language of the babbling baby.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The need to communicate as an adult.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Shakespeare expectations meet cliche.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">I am not a poet, but I write as I grieve.</span></div> Good Works https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/good-works.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:26ea1438-9d6d-2898-df0c-d272f5040b97 Tue, 20 Apr 2021 14:52:30 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_IKUlK8Fl4/YHzJAKBVItI/AAAAAAAAadY/EbHtUWmhT_04Tqps4eG3J3l_of-VM0gdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/April%2B18%252C%2B2021%2Bbouquet%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_IKUlK8Fl4/YHzJAKBVItI/AAAAAAAAadY/EbHtUWmhT_04Tqps4eG3J3l_of-VM0gdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/April%2B18%252C%2B2021%2Bbouquet%2B1.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>I so enjoy the signs of life that spring forth from the earth and show their beauty poking through whatever is in their way.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHRGFBjrtIo/YHzJKKIh7NI/AAAAAAAAadc/B5Bk-5Q0ZxIFHBCPq0bVD2tVUdO6u81PACLcBGAsYHQ/s988/FotoJet%2B%252811%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="864" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHRGFBjrtIo/YHzJKKIh7NI/AAAAAAAAadc/B5Bk-5Q0ZxIFHBCPq0bVD2tVUdO6u81PACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/FotoJet%2B%252811%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of Michael's contributions to Stephan and Karen's new house was to design and install the radiant floor heating system. This was the week to install the tubing. He worked there most days. So, for Monday Night Dinner, I just drove on my own and met him there. This is what I saw when I got there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaz08uNle-M/YHzJTztzr5I/AAAAAAAAadg/DJvVoT2kv7MWDafacjYEx9kf40AZqE40wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/175506020_10101201217563786_3342794193771081606_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iaz08uNle-M/YHzJTztzr5I/AAAAAAAAadg/DJvVoT2kv7MWDafacjYEx9kf40AZqE40wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/175506020_10101201217563786_3342794193771081606_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;">First the vapor barrier. (Karen explains and illustrates the process so well in her blog post "<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Radiant Floor Heating</a>" in&nbsp;<a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Meanwhile In Indiana.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Throughout the week 2700 feet of tubing were tied down with 2400 ties to cover an approximate 1500 square feet of floor. Exhausting work, hard on the knees. He did not keep a record of the countless ups and downs.</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/-PUY46tZMqIA/YHzQ2eoYazI/AAAAAAAAae4/sqrVYiyZuDw-Zt3V5Q6tjrTaHyF9C3OeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1316/175429113_10101201347702986_4190996236723067642_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1316" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUY46tZMqIA/YHzQ2eoYazI/AAAAAAAAae4/sqrVYiyZuDw-Zt3V5Q6tjrTaHyF9C3OeQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/175429113_10101201347702986_4190996236723067642_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My greatest physical exertion of the week was to walk to a bridge nearby on Tuesday. Or, was it to scrub the floor?&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/-203oP_2KjZo/YHzK1dbHF5I/AAAAAAAAads/GmlkHF1NOBwD4khle2uN_-b_ER5UbFuBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/175758977_10101201217533846_6560480596483403799_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-203oP_2KjZo/YHzK1dbHF5I/AAAAAAAAads/GmlkHF1NOBwD4khle2uN_-b_ER5UbFuBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/175758977_10101201217533846_6560480596483403799_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;">Wednesday was Basics Awards Night. Rebecca appeared in the program and met her leader in person! Every week Emily called and went over the lesson with her and chatted about their life and prayed 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/-S7FO4JlEJoE/YHzLIQICG1I/AAAAAAAAad0/atC5hk6Mu_YlUtx9_eqoSIL4lTgFS11twCLcBGAsYHQ/s1409/FotoJet%2B%25289%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="1409" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7FO4JlEJoE/YHzLIQICG1I/AAAAAAAAad0/atC5hk6Mu_YlUtx9_eqoSIL4lTgFS11twCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h280/FotoJet%2B%25289%2529.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;">I stopped by Leah's two or three times this week. Thursday I got to see Kalani as well and even steal a few kisses from him. His Mom and Dad were on an important errand and we entertained him for awhile. I was reading a very funny book about Skunks. We laughed so much with each page. Afterwards, he began to pretend-laugh hard so we'd join in!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXFVE-A66-E/YHzLRmZjldI/AAAAAAAAad4/C9qbwEcIfpEyuRPz3QmwoSivYBrzn6n7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1409/FotoJet%2B%252810%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="1409" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXFVE-A66-E/YHzLRmZjldI/AAAAAAAAad4/C9qbwEcIfpEyuRPz3QmwoSivYBrzn6n7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h280/FotoJet%2B%252810%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday afternoon we had another "shoot" to redo a scene that had not turned out well.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was able to finish up at Stephan's in time to come watch the process for awhile. He took this picture of us, film crew and actors. Kendra, on the left, is walking us through the emotions we need to portray with each line.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfeH_yWnA4/YHzLz5EIvMI/AAAAAAAAaeA/dvL-yENjJ30dUOeGPgVLee7SOVlKE1mJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/175052928_297182302064432_6661496086262555101_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfeH_yWnA4/YHzLz5EIvMI/AAAAAAAAaeA/dvL-yENjJ30dUOeGPgVLee7SOVlKE1mJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/175052928_297182302064432_6661496086262555101_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;">During a short break, I joined Michael and tried to explain the emotional weight of my part.&nbsp;</div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVZxrCY21e0/YHzNOvXY9AI/AAAAAAAAaeg/hwcdQyV1KsA_Z-F6JVsNudyVdNSPMCYOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/172393124_490386608825513_2197454494364622959_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVZxrCY21e0/YHzNOvXY9AI/AAAAAAAAaeg/hwcdQyV1KsA_Z-F6JVsNudyVdNSPMCYOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/172393124_490386608825513_2197454494364622959_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo credit Kendra Copeland</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>Fridays I pick up the local paper, The Courier. Surprise, a photo and article about last Saturday's event.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvH4Aef7nTw/YHzPXDybZuI/AAAAAAAAaeo/kfjYEeD7H0MOWmvdhGdlxcQPi2wEppQrgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1605/Scan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1605" data-original-width="1072" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvH4Aef7nTw/YHzPXDybZuI/AAAAAAAAaeo/kfjYEeD7H0MOWmvdhGdlxcQPi2wEppQrgCLcBGAsYHQ/w428-h640/Scan.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, after working at the Helping Hand store in town, I stopped by Leah's and got to see the weekend project in progress--Jimmy and his brother Tony installing a new front door, along with all the surrounding changes and repairs.</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/-VVurv5yKZoc/YHzRA87b8dI/AAAAAAAAae8/NrZuVgRvgtEUpLRMfRH--DHVu73W6MPGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s914/175872895_10101201217299316_313327396972942456_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVurv5yKZoc/YHzRA87b8dI/AAAAAAAAae8/NrZuVgRvgtEUpLRMfRH--DHVu73W6MPGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w280-h400/175872895_10101201217299316_313327396972942456_n.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of my favorite verses is Ephesians 2:10: "<span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;"><span style="font-family: times;">For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them." I am grateful every day for those things He's prepared for me, for us.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 25px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times;">That was week 16. What has God prepared for us in week 17?</span></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vaMy3g2lPU4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Beauty in Progress https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/beauty-in-progress.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:a46fc0b0-8a4f-b044-259a-aaaf0d1c06a2 Thu, 15 Apr 2021 11:43:29 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's garden continues to provide the varied bouquets she gifts us with each week. We, here in Indiana, are also enjoying the seasonal surprises of God's creation, though somewhat delayed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi_eudXc0UU/YHb3jPxxrhI/AAAAAAAAabQ/HbDNPnQIN_IOWrRhJlk1KYeEOhAXIjcBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B4-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi_eudXc0UU/YHb3jPxxrhI/AAAAAAAAabQ/HbDNPnQIN_IOWrRhJlk1KYeEOhAXIjcBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B4-11-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every Monday evening at Dove's Crossing (Stephan and Karen's place), I get to see the progress on the new house-building project with my own eyes. Michael helps when he can and I see pictures on FB or in <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>. Here is my own photo of the window wall. Can you see how many windows there will be?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPk7vKdV-9c/YHb3-n8nxdI/AAAAAAAAabY/pr5D8GfrYlgfI1OH5e_6S6d2uUMTZ2WsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/170795303_2571489909823580_8799578955690692847_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPk7vKdV-9c/YHb3-n8nxdI/AAAAAAAAabY/pr5D8GfrYlgfI1OH5e_6S6d2uUMTZ2WsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/170795303_2571489909823580_8799578955690692847_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;">This week, however, Michael spent more time at Leah's assembling furniture and adding some final touches to the art studio. It is beautiful! I can see my daughter and I spending time together there making art!<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EiN6K2Nucc/YHcFvi7yAzI/AAAAAAAAac0/qJ0PlYmMMJQkmXYmWAHhhDX7FOszpOVmACLcBGAsYHQ/s1657/FotoJet%2B%25288%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="1657" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EiN6K2Nucc/YHcFvi7yAzI/AAAAAAAAac0/qJ0PlYmMMJQkmXYmWAHhhDX7FOszpOVmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h200/FotoJet%2B%25288%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">West wall<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp; East wall</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had several very long days away till midnight. The robotics team, or some of them, met three evenings and tried diligently to meet the Thursday deadline for submitting a video of the robot in action.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I spent much time alone. Kendra persuaded me to attend "Shop the Loop" event at Taylor. Moriah just happened to meet me there and we went around to all the vendors together. She introduced me to a fellow engineering major we'd heard a lot about over the years. Kevin has a very unique form of art using a 3D printer. Can you guess which item I was drawn to?</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/-HYZVieGPCkI/YHb4obnBPLI/AAAAAAAAabw/-STxyeJ0rakUUxc4u5t3idNgohsmEGongCLcBGAsYHQ/s1897/171501664_196831465357558_6443608420438974299_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1337" data-original-width="1897" height="453" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYZVieGPCkI/YHb4obnBPLI/AAAAAAAAabw/-STxyeJ0rakUUxc4u5t3idNgohsmEGongCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h453/171501664_196831465357558_6443608420438974299_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;">Speaking of turtles (or was I?), I was finally able to successfully wear the one Michael crafted for me last Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmO28KcquBc/YHb5YcDWNHI/AAAAAAAAab8/32NeoLKoZa850lhInM1s1nNdH_itSWLtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s552/172983965_463588481580093_7406269196147693673_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="552" data-original-width="515" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmO28KcquBc/YHb5YcDWNHI/AAAAAAAAab8/32NeoLKoZa850lhInM1s1nNdH_itSWLtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/172983965_463588481580093_7406269196147693673_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, I joined Team 1720 and the Lion's Club joint bottle-cap-sorting party. We spent hours going through mountains of bags-full. I was mostly picking out the paper inserts while Michael poured avalanche-like torrents of lids on our table and scoured them rapidly for non-acceptable items. I'm sure we won in two categories: fastest and messiest! It was a fun time working together with team members, parents and friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Any of you locals who'd like to help out, may donate all your bottle caps. These will be made into benches.&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/-MFOD2IGlbWs/YHb5fNT-73I/AAAAAAAAacA/Tm-6m1eIsUkh0EOZJxS-gFVYxqLpDuOPACLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/173939270_475884487091059_5237950075011672352_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFOD2IGlbWs/YHb5fNT-73I/AAAAAAAAacA/Tm-6m1eIsUkh0EOZJxS-gFVYxqLpDuOPACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/173939270_475884487091059_5237950075011672352_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 was reminded of an art piece I saw years ago in the Art Pilgrimage of a Cornerstone Music Festival It was made entirely of bottle caps--<a href="https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-follow-up-living-lilies.html">Living Lilies</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyTFjHEi9oU/S5pp1b3g4dI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yhAqsimlzsA/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyTFjHEi9oU/S5pp1b3g4dI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yhAqsimlzsA/s640/IMG_4456.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;">At Sunday dinner with the girls, we noticed that Moriah's colors perfectly matched the food served.&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/-IZJC48uH_Js/YHb53TUBEEI/AAAAAAAAacM/mr9c8wORjEgqoM2_684MSn2j_iriuWbLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/170785524_734261450574243_8200978966306042249_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1504" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZJC48uH_Js/YHb53TUBEEI/AAAAAAAAacM/mr9c8wORjEgqoM2_684MSn2j_iriuWbLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/170785524_734261450574243_8200978966306042249_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Michael made the wonderful meal, we all enjoyed it, then I rushed off to a bridal shower while the girls cleaned up the kitchen. (Hmmm. . . we will miss them when they leave in a few weeks.)&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>Lexi's bridal shower was lovely, as is she--Malachi's bride-to-be! Rebecca will experience another first as "flower-girl" on May 22.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GpU629WCA/YHcEsctDiwI/AAAAAAAAack/sJTXmOHNZrUFExPD7xb9LvmHJRYWyjinQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1657/FotoJet%2B%25287%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="1657" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2GpU629WCA/YHcEsctDiwI/AAAAAAAAack/sJTXmOHNZrUFExPD7xb9LvmHJRYWyjinQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h290/FotoJet%2B%25287%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />It happened to be a very full day as we hosted a TU MuKappa event called Chai Chats. Looks like they are a tight-knit group! Let’s Get Tech-y: Creating Your Title Page https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/04/07/lets-get-tech-y-creating-your-title-page/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:e1706a41-07d5-2ad9-c817-637c11494916 Wed, 07 Apr 2021 12:54:21 -0400 Part of delivering a pristine manuscript is to make sure all the pieces are in place. This includes your book’s front and back matter. Whether you’re delivering your book to an editor or preparing to self-publish it, make sure all of the front and back matter (referring to material that comes before and after the [&#8230;] Remembering and Celebrating https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/04/remembering-and-celebrating.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:f6ec3daf-8dea-a378-c8f0-377708cd679d Tue, 06 Apr 2021 12:27:01 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">More beauties from Tennessee. Our few surviving tulips (from the 100 bulbs planted then ravaged by critters--moles? deer?) have not bloomed yet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXp9LUJHoHQ/YGtG3UymvuI/AAAAAAAAaXk/yvHyN4CpsEEnglK-ApIOH7PWevefvlVVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Easter%2B2021%2Bbouquet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXp9LUJHoHQ/YGtG3UymvuI/AAAAAAAAaXk/yvHyN4CpsEEnglK-ApIOH7PWevefvlVVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Easter%2B2021%2Bbouquet.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's fun to see the house-building progress every Monday evening when we go to Stephan and Karen's for dinner. This time I took a picture of the floor plan on the wall to help me visualize what's coming.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvyFzrOCJrM/YGtHAYz9hGI/AAAAAAAAaXo/0iFnXaHlSloUZGS24AHpxD8hF4LtiZVcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s296/168411713_258136122653266_7997103442297337493_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="296" height="274" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvyFzrOCJrM/YGtHAYz9hGI/AAAAAAAAaXo/0iFnXaHlSloUZGS24AHpxD8hF4LtiZVcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h274/168411713_258136122653266_7997103442297337493_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent more time at Leah's this week. Do you notice the progress? Father and daughter seem to be on the same page regarding every aspect of the design.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPLSz8tg-Wg/YGx7aSGVzHI/AAAAAAAAaZY/c_SPUbJSz28OQhw_zYazfnbzQsUoECRtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1188" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPLSz8tg-Wg/YGx7aSGVzHI/AAAAAAAAaZY/c_SPUbJSz28OQhw_zYazfnbzQsUoECRtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w372-h640/FotoJet%2B%25286%2529.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />Lest we forget Michael's ongoing work with the robotics team, here is an action shot from my visit Tuesday evening. It was taken shortly after a group of visitors stopped by from the nearby&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.avisindustrial.com/">Avis Industrial Corporation</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are truly grateful for the donors that make possible this great learning opportunity for young people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-IfSbDIH_o/YGyCQxkBqwI/AAAAAAAAaZw/55Ews4MDuAgp1wxyPXROC4Pi6Ca8S76vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s275/169307846_493129685197545_2752091119766871651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="275" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-IfSbDIH_o/YGyCQxkBqwI/AAAAAAAAaZw/55Ews4MDuAgp1wxyPXROC4Pi6Ca8S76vwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/169307846_493129685197545_2752091119766871651_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: center;">Filming continued Tuesday with an evening shoot in the loft, my writing area.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqT6I46G8Ww/YGx22ecCvUI/AAAAAAAAaZE/GLYfEHcFkTwZ3PrEYH8IlpXj33bZFNbigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1133/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="1133" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqT6I46G8Ww/YGx22ecCvUI/AAAAAAAAaZE/GLYfEHcFkTwZ3PrEYH8IlpXj33bZFNbigCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h268/FotoJet%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And again Wednesday for a daytime scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My final acting bit was at the clinic nearby, where I "crumpled" at the news of my adoptee's death.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the end of my acting career and the crew applauded. I tried and failed to get a picture of that moment. But here, for posterity, is a photo of the team squeezed into my loft.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtdGQBw_FmE/YGx2tQ650ZI/AAAAAAAAaY8/mb22ls6HupsUlCwctOvibGLFXMhPrxfRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s521/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="339" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtdGQBw_FmE/YGx2tQ650ZI/AAAAAAAAaY8/mb22ls6HupsUlCwctOvibGLFXMhPrxfRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w416-h640/FotoJet%2B%25283%2529.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thursday I was privileged to meet with a friend and colleague from some thirty years ago. Such a wonderful time of reminiscing and catching up on our growing families.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhoF2vkIlLk/YGx2jobuoSI/AAAAAAAAaY0/9Xl8wN1joVQWv9jAoDgMUeroBvH7yHeRgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1133/FotoJet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="1133" height="233" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhoF2vkIlLk/YGx2jobuoSI/AAAAAAAAaY0/9Xl8wN1joVQWv9jAoDgMUeroBvH7yHeRgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h233/FotoJet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another special reunion took place Friday, April 2. In honor of what would have been Dad's 100th birthday, we met with my youngest brother Alan and his wife Raquel.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_KQXF59QbI/YGx7nXJVdtI/AAAAAAAAaZc/Vvom3uqCgkgYa6rV5qr9MjQvXbiDL5PdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1133/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1011" data-original-width="1133" height="572" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_KQXF59QbI/YGx7nXJVdtI/AAAAAAAAaZc/Vvom3uqCgkgYa6rV5qr9MjQvXbiDL5PdACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h572/FotoJet%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had recently come across my sermon notes from when Dad spoke at the first missions conference of their young church on his birthday in the year 2000. Maybe you can help me draw more meaning out my scant notes. I'd love to hear it again if per chance it was recorded.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfGAzBceZbQ/YGx2b5h3RUI/AAAAAAAAaYw/EBvV8rGtRYcMk5RKG3bkVQSo_rOB4ge-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s571/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="571" height="303" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VfGAzBceZbQ/YGx2b5h3RUI/AAAAAAAAaYw/EBvV8rGtRYcMk5RKG3bkVQSo_rOB4ge-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h303/FotoJet%2B%25284%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday was all about preparing to welcome the entire family for dinner on Resurrection Sunday!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Here you see some of the festive outfits worn for the occasion.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjPiz6bwY-8/YGx7vcuicfI/AAAAAAAAaZk/cjX79RI0_a8lXV8Ziv4WcitrOeNvJbu2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s615/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="615" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjPiz6bwY-8/YGx7vcuicfI/AAAAAAAAaZk/cjX79RI0_a8lXV8Ziv4WcitrOeNvJbu2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h390/FotoJet%2B%25285%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Various family members left early to celebrate with their other families, so we weren't able to act out the story from <a href="https://biblia.com/bible/esv/matthew/28/1-20">Matthew 28:1-10</a> as planned.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzGscBWslYQ/YGx2_ErZMKI/AAAAAAAAaZM/ETCHdfFPY_0xzWSDLIUVPav4PGwxn7pkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1520/the%2Bguards.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1520" data-original-width="1291" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzGscBWslYQ/YGx2_ErZMKI/AAAAAAAAaZM/ETCHdfFPY_0xzWSDLIUVPav4PGwxn7pkQCLcBGAsYHQ/w544-h640/the%2Bguards.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">However, the two boys were prepared and performed for us the part of the guards<span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;who trembled and became like dead men when the angel appeared at Jesus' tomb.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">They had also made a video of the story with narration and moving crafted characters about.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Wish I could post it here.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">What a memorable day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, a"remembering" of a different sort happened as scheduled when I published chapter 3 of my book, <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2018/01/christmas-1945.html">Christmas 1945</a>. Next episode comes out April 15.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/ob7yPgmRBsQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Birthdays, building, and filming https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/birthdays-building-and-filming.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:77eb4131-6069-5245-701b-df60d2fbf599 Wed, 31 Mar 2021 07:54:52 -0400 <p>Here's another gorgeous bouquet from cousin Karin to brighten our days with varied colored tulips.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfP_WlvAhnk/YGKDmB6rFEI/AAAAAAAAaU8/RwERmm3vyjcmWOOflJFsI7rUMWwPdj2oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_March%2B28%2Bbouquet%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfP_WlvAhnk/YGKDmB6rFEI/AAAAAAAAaU8/RwERmm3vyjcmWOOflJFsI7rUMWwPdj2oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_March%2B28%2Bbouquet%2B2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our own area is blossoming with wild and planted blooms.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YYeUvYoXak/YGKDxZn9XEI/AAAAAAAAaVA/IiultmYRuscSQQpcCKhKW6JG5FljPJA9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YYeUvYoXak/YGKDxZn9XEI/AAAAAAAAaVA/IiultmYRuscSQQpcCKhKW6JG5FljPJA9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This last week of March was bookended with birthday celebrations--Kalani the first Sunday and his Papaw Jimmy the next.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D29084jLPm8/YGKD4JmWyUI/AAAAAAAAaVI/f3JDFZ7U444U-se4TDUIVK6FpDxgwXNrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D29084jLPm8/YGKD4JmWyUI/AAAAAAAAaVI/f3JDFZ7U444U-se4TDUIVK6FpDxgwXNrQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/166425074_10101191327378796_4752938002771224830_n%2B%25281%2529%2B%25281%2529.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;">Opening his many gifts was a slow process, tearing off bits of wrapping paper and handing them to us, or just sitting on the gift. Though he was shirtless and readied to dive into his special cake, he didn't make a big deal of it. And, of course, this one-year-old could not appreciate his six-year-old cousin's heart-felt birthday card just yet.</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/-7c1MwIWpw6Q/YGNS9kENH1I/AAAAAAAAaVs/86p9UVlOguAI8cbbNy8qpR2KZfuoHj1OwCLcBGAsYHQ/s856/166512905_10101191489409086_400305847330977433_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c1MwIWpw6Q/YGNS9kENH1I/AAAAAAAAaVs/86p9UVlOguAI8cbbNy8qpR2KZfuoHj1OwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/166512905_10101191489409086_400305847330977433_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was a joy and privilege to meet with my friend Petey for breakfast Monday. It seems our meeting times are not as regular now with increased grandmotherly duties.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWzddYuxA0/YGNTU954RVI/AAAAAAAAaV4/aBZfDbi-ldUYERie4BmVDPpx-8l2uGJcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166976998_10101191489104696_1969657629569756002_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHWzddYuxA0/YGNTU954RVI/AAAAAAAAaV4/aBZfDbi-ldUYERie4BmVDPpx-8l2uGJcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/166976998_10101191489104696_1969657629569756002_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has significantly increased his fatherly involvements this week, still working some hours daily at Stephan's and also helping Leah's dream art studio become a reality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj8TQ5VrqAI/YGKED04VaSI/AAAAAAAAaVQ/GroSWrwMpU0Eo5KzOnuKISN2Z67XJ_LTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01476.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wj8TQ5VrqAI/YGKED04VaSI/AAAAAAAAaVQ/GroSWrwMpU0Eo5KzOnuKISN2Z67XJ_LTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/dsc01476.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/03/28/purlins/" style="text-align: left;">Purlins</a>, do you know what they are? And can you see the window frame he was putting together?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tuesday, March 23, I was remembering Milt Koch, my father-in-law, who passed away on that day in 2003 at age 86 after a long ten years battling crippling illnesses.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oAjzokAFLTc/YGNU8QaMEiI/AAAAAAAAaWE/-1kkCEybmC4fJyQv60pTSQcB5Hyjs1ouACLcBGAsYHQ/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="550" height="291" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oAjzokAFLTc/YGNU8QaMEiI/AAAAAAAAaWE/-1kkCEybmC4fJyQv60pTSQcB5Hyjs1ouACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/download.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Tuesday afternoons, when Rebecca is here, we walk the trash up the lane to the road for Wednesday pick-up. She insists on trying to pull it up on her own.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_dILfRqwk0/YGKEUSW1TWI/AAAAAAAAaVc/e0Ynd5vvIJQeWPQi1jgAbAbiWJXRD9NuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166359907_10101191326730096_2758364122560608410_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_dILfRqwk0/YGKEUSW1TWI/AAAAAAAAaVc/e0Ynd5vvIJQeWPQi1jgAbAbiWJXRD9NuwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/166359907_10101191326730096_2758364122560608410_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My adventure in filming began Wednesday. Kendra, our resident film major, needed a 75 year-old for her senior narrative, thus I became "Miss Holly" despite my age (76).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The setting for the first shoot was a bed and breakfast nearby with a lovely lake. There on the bridge my "godson" broke up with Quinn, his fiancee. He died shortly thereafter.</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/-4uBiKT9Fi9c/YGNVHg7MmqI/AAAAAAAAaWI/_vDBySXenlEwEclVKH4VUl_wSvu0pxozwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/166987198_10101191489059786_9052859466624650829_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uBiKT9Fi9c/YGNVHg7MmqI/AAAAAAAAaWI/_vDBySXenlEwEclVKH4VUl_wSvu0pxozwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/166987198_10101191489059786_9052859466624650829_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This was my place, at the table looking at a photo album of Jack's boyhood.<div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kF5RYhkpYI/YGNbA7-XMUI/AAAAAAAAaWc/fSFXgIzK2FMEtZz_7dkqt9zjfUP4_gozwCLcBGAsYHQ/s689/167126288_762125768075051_6206783340990221962_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="689" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kF5RYhkpYI/YGNbA7-XMUI/AAAAAAAAaWc/fSFXgIzK2FMEtZz_7dkqt9zjfUP4_gozwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/167126288_762125768075051_6206783340990221962_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Be4zvTjpk/YGNbMBh2yzI/AAAAAAAAaWg/F-Lz5IzmJJkmfPJyVNv_LKXylJYQCBfwACLcBGAsYHQ/s736/166338322_477084776965664_2584048319469832220_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="736" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Be4zvTjpk/YGNbMBh2yzI/AAAAAAAAaWg/F-Lz5IzmJJkmfPJyVNv_LKXylJYQCBfwACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/166338322_477084776965664_2584048319469832220_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Here you can glimpse the crew but not the massive impressive equipment required.&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To transport, load and unload, set up, dismantle all that is already a major task. The team had three&nbsp;very long days&nbsp; filming in different sets. The novice actors didn't make it any easier for them.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2oYBNg6YF8/YGKEyEUz7zI/AAAAAAAAaVk/ekJAAEdgZsYqAYgZOFUH29OPcqpBM1h5ACLcBGAsYHQ/w265-h400/166365230_10101191326410736_2378954170141653836_n.jpg" width="265" /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael gets out for extended bike rides again, some 40 miles Saturday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj1ACE2c4qY/YGNd2Qp8zKI/AAAAAAAAaWo/m_SL20ueDFsvdjxzcn_XAqB4Jr7MvmF2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1316/166643455_10101191648844576_3107847384533892075_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1316" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj1ACE2c4qY/YGNd2Qp8zKI/AAAAAAAAaWo/m_SL20ueDFsvdjxzcn_XAqB4Jr7MvmF2ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/166643455_10101191648844576_3107847384533892075_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;">Meanwhile, I was at Jack's "funeral" faking sorrow. Daughter Leah joined me as an extra. We don't look very sad here!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kugwzlCNueo/YGNd8-jfbtI/AAAAAAAAaWs/-u0CRXOkchQamiey-nlEd8Gv5wmMMhQfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/167033310_10101191489019866_5324009364983574502_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kugwzlCNueo/YGNd8-jfbtI/AAAAAAAAaWs/-u0CRXOkchQamiey-nlEd8Gv5wmMMhQfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/167033310_10101191489019866_5324009364983574502_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;">Sunday was our final March birthday celebration--a dinner out with Leah and Jimmy.</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/-RZ-FEeN0H4U/YGRhdhDZ03I/AAAAAAAAaW8/huExtknLTCw-yA3BWNDKqXuKYYUZczUMACLcBGAsYHQ/s1206/167156207_10101191827955636_7462288777877750436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1206" height="205" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ-FEeN0H4U/YGRhdhDZ03I/AAAAAAAAaW8/huExtknLTCw-yA3BWNDKqXuKYYUZczUMACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h205/167156207_10101191827955636_7462288777877750436_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Gud962W6c/YGRhdjH9fMI/AAAAAAAAaW4/1LgpyxAIMVgKXBJ5ySdWUJEIQXzoH5nLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/167531748_10101191828105336_3172700278656124712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Gud962W6c/YGRhdjH9fMI/AAAAAAAAaW4/1LgpyxAIMVgKXBJ5ySdWUJEIQXzoH5nLQCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/167531748_10101191828105336_3172700278656124712_n.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">March is almost over, but life marches on relentlessly. What surprises will next week bring?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/auw7CtHCXE0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Lent https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/lent.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:0b555645-b43b-0b0c-0c15-f089e438e9a7 Tue, 23 Mar 2021 12:27:20 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our lenten rose,&nbsp; Helleborus or Hellebore, the first to bloom in late winter, in time for Lent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLoSvRibW1U/YFjvU_SJDsI/AAAAAAAAaRs/4HSunvDQOaY_70eAXnutqzy8ubqy4yARwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/162950516_10101186545980756_609597769531329891_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLoSvRibW1U/YFjvU_SJDsI/AAAAAAAAaRs/4HSunvDQOaY_70eAXnutqzy8ubqy4yARwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/162950516_10101186545980756_609597769531329891_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;">Lent is observed in many different ways. To me it means a time of preparing my heart and mind for the grand celebration of Jesus' Resurrection. And I am excited about how ideas and plans are coming together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2018/01/seminary.html">Seminary</a>&nbsp;was a time of preparation for my parents' life-long calling. It is also the title of my second chapter, published March 15 as scheduled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Authors say that publishing a book is like giving birth--labor-intensive, painful, and exhilirating! My translator friend and I had some difficulty achieving a satisfactory parallel version in Spanish--<a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/03/">Afinando el llamado</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday's Basic Jr. Bible lesson was about the birth of Jesus as <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%207:13-15&amp;version=HCSB">promised</a> hundreds of years before, to illustrate God's <b>faithfulness. </b>He keeps His promises. He is faithful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHUuoM4NkAE/YFjvi5uUI1I/AAAAAAAAaRw/R6NxiV8070snzUNnFrs2Qrzr32wCcjfRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s887/163561664_10101187489654626_8032847452835165542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="887" height="325" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHUuoM4NkAE/YFjvi5uUI1I/AAAAAAAAaRw/R6NxiV8070snzUNnFrs2Qrzr32wCcjfRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h325/163561664_10101187489654626_8032847452835165542_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;">As Miss Kelly tells the story, Rebecca and I illustrate it with Play Doh. Hers is all one piece: the manger and baby, an angel, Joseph and Mary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On that same we were reminded of Kalani's birth a year ago, and Mother's transition from this earth.&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/-XI_aZTPJHFk/YFkKU3MH_1I/AAAAAAAAaR8/yN9FYLTC94clGBkeuT7qCJ0wLxSSPeoLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/164618848_10101188003040796_7858772417591375640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="488" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XI_aZTPJHFk/YFkKU3MH_1I/AAAAAAAAaR8/yN9FYLTC94clGBkeuT7qCJ0wLxSSPeoLgCLcBGAsYHQ/w204-h400/164618848_10101188003040796_7858772417591375640_n.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My huge accomplishment for the week was to restore the 2000 photo album, a chore set aside since the housefire, Those yearly books of memories are another of the irreplaceable treasures that God protected during the blaze. I chose the silliest photo I could find among the lot, but it also represents looking back at that year. Meanwhile those cute younguns now men, look forward to new things--Skye (lower right) enjoys being Daddy to Kalani, and Malachi will soon be married!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrxCDG5kNIo/YFn9IcAAUbI/AAAAAAAAaS0/I86eyjEoIgAhV26wpeoR7RnwqmEWlbfygCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/164241794_10101188287949836_2396322477770890051_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrxCDG5kNIo/YFn9IcAAUbI/AAAAAAAAaS0/I86eyjEoIgAhV26wpeoR7RnwqmEWlbfygCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/164241794_10101188287949836_2396322477770890051_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday's <i>Courier</i> featured this third article in a series about space. If you look carefully you will find mention of two members of our household.</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/-ZquB6SFqtxs/YFkMo3_zslI/AAAAAAAAaSM/M9lPeR41EDQzGvBnjd7g_hvDjc3MLWh4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Scan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1089" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZquB6SFqtxs/YFkMo3_zslI/AAAAAAAAaSM/M9lPeR41EDQzGvBnjd7g_hvDjc3MLWh4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w340-h640/Scan.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSh8K9QNDl4/YFkM64iABBI/AAAAAAAAaSY/SwKChDqjVV8xOd3s5erKfKz7uAPO5RyKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s897/163219607_10101187488980976_3622868710717718884_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSh8K9QNDl4/YFkM64iABBI/AAAAAAAAaSY/SwKChDqjVV8xOd3s5erKfKz7uAPO5RyKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/163219607_10101187488980976_3622868710717718884_n.jpg" /></a></div>Our two younger members had fun shopping. . .&nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . and then trying on each others' clothes. So glad Moriah can finally experience having a roommate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw63K-Ml0qc/YFkM6sTeO_I/AAAAAAAAaSU/XhUzV4i9U_g96-6KkfmRK9NL3t8nZ7yggCLcBGAsYHQ/s905/163838952_10101187489010916_8650746560371881387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="905" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw63K-Ml0qc/YFkM6sTeO_I/AAAAAAAAaSU/XhUzV4i9U_g96-6KkfmRK9NL3t8nZ7yggCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/163838952_10101187489010916_8650746560371881387_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqguxA2GG0U/YFkNPU57rVI/AAAAAAAAaSk/GrR5LJ-cAmozh4CrtO0QxJ24wS8btdboACLcBGAsYHQ/s935/163302657_10101187489195546_627964446555623801_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqguxA2GG0U/YFkNPU57rVI/AAAAAAAAaSk/GrR5LJ-cAmozh4CrtO0QxJ24wS8btdboACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/163302657_10101187489195546_627964446555623801_n.jpg" /></a></div>Here she is practicing the professional look. Next she needs a job! Graduation is fast approaching.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan spent a few days in Ohio working with a group of ice carvers to make art out of 50,000 lbs. of ice for a magical drive-thru event--<a href="https://www.rockonice.com/?fbclid=IwAR2tT9nfGxBpOQEqnUyE5G7KJgcfu8SpUNAcA9xpajf1UfjSRv49r3cXYlg">Ice World</a>&nbsp;at the Warren County Fair Grounds--which ended on the first day of spring!&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of his creations, a pair of dancing cranes:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cufyeVyK5i0/YFkNollaBcI/AAAAAAAAaSs/1hdeyo3N2qg0h4XvEtOF2V0ool330PoWACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/164176388_10101188003579716_5623133039135392528_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/-cufyeVyK5i0/YFkNollaBcI/AAAAAAAAaSs/1hdeyo3N2qg0h4XvEtOF2V0ool330PoWACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/164176388_10101188003579716_5623133039135392528_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Goodbye ice and snow! We think.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">However, last year we had a heavy snowfall on the first day of spring.</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Hgg8Xf79rNQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Major Deadlines https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/major-deadlines.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:0e4b054d-ac93-e411-1cbb-ae8a13539806 Tue, 16 Mar 2021 23:07:07 -0400 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin in Dayton, TN, sent a photo of her first bouquet of the season--bright yellow daffodils and white Lenten roses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x02uFxg6r64/YFDSiQKeWOI/AAAAAAAAaQA/pQ64oqi7NMgPDoULuF1NRiCKy9xFqikjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_First%2B2021%2Bbouquet.jpg%2BNo.%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x02uFxg6r64/YFDSiQKeWOI/AAAAAAAAaQA/pQ64oqi7NMgPDoULuF1NRiCKy9xFqikjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_First%2B2021%2Bbouquet.jpg%2BNo.%2B2.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;">No such blooms in our neck of the woods yet. So, here is my watercolor exercise of the week--a blooming cactus. I aim to attempt one tutorial a week on an evening when Michael is at robotics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rYQEXVtSes/YFD38VbYH9I/AAAAAAAAaQw/RvElzVxBUD8oF20BJZf4LKqgYiksZ4t_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/161131483_10101184530674446_7485691940671779781_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="698" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rYQEXVtSes/YFD38VbYH9I/AAAAAAAAaQw/RvElzVxBUD8oF20BJZf4LKqgYiksZ4t_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/161131483_10101184530674446_7485691940671779781_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In his spare time Michael has been dabbling in watercolor and learning techniques in his usual way--watching YouTube videos and practicing. He is very patient that way. I barely manage to last for one tutorial.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first half of the week he worked at Stephan's preparing the post holes for the big cement pour on Wednesday. It was hard physical labor. When the younger helpers were there, he chose a somewhat lighter role. For many more photos and a good description of the building process, follow Karen's blog: <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Meanwhile in Indiana</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yyt7ZPcVHbo/YFDWKvVE0aI/AAAAAAAAaQI/yxyg88wFkEM9zoFs46FWeohVTWqLwhV4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01437.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="265" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yyt7ZPcVHbo/YFDWKvVE0aI/AAAAAAAAaQI/yxyg88wFkEM9zoFs46FWeohVTWqLwhV4QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h265/dsc01437.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;">Rebecca was here twice, Tuesdays we go through the Basics Jr. lesson of the week--goodness. She always anticipates which fruit of the Spirit comes next.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She helps me walk the trash bin up to the top of the lane for the Wednesday pick-up. She enjoys racing me on the way back up, and winning, of course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, I picked her up from school for her first virtual piano lesson here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxibNR2A88g/YFD3xDMrl2I/AAAAAAAAaQs/0NJTo9NNvhEqy5TbqyRcr5giu3DbU0lBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/161029782_10101184530839116_3042888644030647414_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xxibNR2A88g/YFD3xDMrl2I/AAAAAAAAaQs/0NJTo9NNvhEqy5TbqyRcr5giu3DbU0lBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/161029782_10101184530839116_3042888644030647414_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was an intense week for our resident film major: a portfolio deadline; a search and screen tests of needed characters to play in the narrative film (senior project), and major work to put on the big annual event of the Film Department--Envision. I captured this screen shot of Kendra managing the Steadicam, back breaking work. As if that were not enough, she is in a class training for a marathon and very dutifully drags her tired body out to run miles almost every day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVu9dKk1R3E/YFD4GLowzOI/AAAAAAAAaQ4/hzldsnrRpXA-pWn7uzZj9-qRqKtGR1QpQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/161610859_10101184530644506_637904240804669439_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVu9dKk1R3E/YFD4GLowzOI/AAAAAAAAaQ4/hzldsnrRpXA-pWn7uzZj9-qRqKtGR1QpQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/161610859_10101184530644506_637904240804669439_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Friday, before the Screening and Awards program, Kendra received a beautiful congratulatory bouquet from Zack!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idBxUF4jC_c/YFD4GNaE7AI/AAAAAAAAaQ8/CnMblkWs-kMu1YcE4ADlenIBWC2A0117gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/161643166_10101184530774246_4578459920336344219_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idBxUF4jC_c/YFD4GNaE7AI/AAAAAAAAaQ8/CnMblkWs-kMu1YcE4ADlenIBWC2A0117gCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/161643166_10101184530774246_4578459920336344219_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;">That evening we celebrated with our firstborn on his 50th birthday! I had been working on his gift, a sweatshirt blanket, since January, little by little, some seams ripped out more than once. He was kind to overlook the imperfections.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: left;">Stephan: "My wife gave my mom my old Ice Alaska sweatshirts and here’s what she made me!"</span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9uUTdzgIcY/YFD4PabFs6I/AAAAAAAAaRA/WjDkQY65MZMSIPDXTe32z5aAXxmhMTmeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/161573006_10101184530729336_6061015241560658880_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9uUTdzgIcY/YFD4PabFs6I/AAAAAAAAaRA/WjDkQY65MZMSIPDXTe32z5aAXxmhMTmeQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/161573006_10101184530729336_6061015241560658880_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Over the weekend I spent much time reading for the publication deadline on the 15th--polishing both English and Spanish versions of Chapter 2 of <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2018/01/seminary.html">My Argentina</a>&nbsp;and finding appropriate photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I do better with deadlines, however, this project looms big--a leap of faith?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you taken on a seemingly impossible task, by faith?</div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/yE2-mOZ1HaM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Birthdays https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/birthdays.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b7d8e88a-c470-ef13-91ab-abedcc4c4e9f Tue, 09 Mar 2021 12:18:57 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does your week begin on Monday, like Spanish calendars? If so, this is the appropriate photo. We were arriving at Stephan's for Monday Night Dinner and the sunset was so beautiful.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kendra and Zack came as well. It was a very enjoyable evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9GR688RG4E/YEZz_zlJW5I/AAAAAAAAaMo/JUEaKXLcJbIzjdUseAgsPuUJEKXOREbKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s920/158807763_10101180716358366_8789843851165620019_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="920" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9GR688RG4E/YEZz_zlJW5I/AAAAAAAAaMo/JUEaKXLcJbIzjdUseAgsPuUJEKXOREbKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h314/158807763_10101180716358366_8789843851165620019_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;">However, our calendar week begins on Sunday and we set aside that day for a weekly rhythm of corporate worship and are ever so grateful that we can meet together with our church family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, February 28, was Zack's birthday. Kendra baked his cake of choice, one of her family favorites, <i>Wacky Cake</i>. Michael is giving her a hard time as usual, which she knows very well how to give back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6u4-13sTPQ/YEZ1W_Xs76I/AAAAAAAAaOI/SBASKGXzbHQuyZB8FMFPs7mf5Y5IfzOkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/158513175_10101180716328426_985014444015095946_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6u4-13sTPQ/YEZ1W_Xs76I/AAAAAAAAaOI/SBASKGXzbHQuyZB8FMFPs7mf5Y5IfzOkQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/158513175_10101180716328426_985014444015095946_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss1ayLxmjSQ/YEZ0JfrEuSI/AAAAAAAAaM0/L9zxDZ2Fzgsc0B2aPcNM3buhRijWGdPVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s908/158455895_10101180715769546_1824526725055306868_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="908" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss1ayLxmjSQ/YEZ0JfrEuSI/AAAAAAAAaM0/L9zxDZ2Fzgsc0B2aPcNM3buhRijWGdPVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158455895_10101180715769546_1824526725055306868_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAlnx33NF_0/YEZ0JWP-TaI/AAAAAAAAaMs/yUM3V2htc9kziz3Qi0SzcivmKFeI7rC7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s876/158452159_10101180715809466_634587173778022900_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAlnx33NF_0/YEZ0JWP-TaI/AAAAAAAAaMs/yUM3V2htc9kziz3Qi0SzcivmKFeI7rC7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158452159_10101180715809466_634587173778022900_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This bag Kayla gave me at Christmastime, is perfect for carrying my necessary items to Tuesday Bible study, but it's message may already&nbsp;be out of season. The sun is out and the snow is gone.</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/--kGUu4PMzEM/YEetTM6DryI/AAAAAAAAaOc/eW8u8k3TKJMvArqkGSzFKXzY4HIhMRK7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s929/158370204_10101180716438206_2390475139893141299_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="929" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kGUu4PMzEM/YEetTM6DryI/AAAAAAAAaOc/eW8u8k3TKJMvArqkGSzFKXzY4HIhMRK7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158370204_10101180716438206_2390475139893141299_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">March has the most birthdays in our family circle. Wednesday, March 3, Lexi, Malachi's fiance was 22. I noticed on Facebook that he came from Winona Lake and met up with her at The Bridge Cafe in Upland! I had just been there that morning with a friend.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are eagerly looking forward to their wedding in a couple months.</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;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CcME-pyYi08/YEZ0foTIQkI/AAAAAAAAaNQ/PZOSPoE1oVg8Urua0v4NsuO_16ksQfLqgCLcBGAsYHQ/s900/156225965_3520061161435542_5726828271773839636_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CcME-pyYi08/YEZ0foTIQkI/AAAAAAAAaNQ/PZOSPoE1oVg8Urua0v4NsuO_16ksQfLqgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/156225965_3520061161435542_5726828271773839636_o.jpg" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Jm121b1XQ/YEZ0flzc1OI/AAAAAAAAaNM/9uuHifgGxIo3Z-y229Vdo1gJXfAEPg2bACLcBGAsYHQ/s949/156613398_3520063558101969_2360747221822938527_n.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="949" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9Jm121b1XQ/YEZ0flzc1OI/AAAAAAAAaNM/9uuHifgGxIo3Z-y229Vdo1gJXfAEPg2bACLcBGAsYHQ/w303-h400/156613398_3520063558101969_2360747221822938527_n.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Starting Wednesday, Michael has been helping Stephan every day. The first day they laid out the dimensions of the new house.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxQszivvIO4/YEetefhhriI/AAAAAAAAaOg/yQUPsiGBVpMoZnSqZ48VmFgDcyYBRczMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/157314954_10159476847744767_5072950060918005275_o.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/-oxQszivvIO4/YEetefhhriI/AAAAAAAAaOg/yQUPsiGBVpMoZnSqZ48VmFgDcyYBRczMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/157314954_10159476847744767_5072950060918005275_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan is overwhelmed with everything coming together at the same time: sugaring, ice carving jobs, and house building.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He collects sap from his 40+ maple trees, several hundred gallons by now, then boils it down into syrup.</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/-2IMl98wExpA/YEZ1JkGhYsI/AAAAAAAAaOA/Rn11n_5T1EUzcETGnpIZDXBRqARAltokgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/158452099_10159482659584767_1970185135268794628_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IMl98wExpA/YEZ1JkGhYsI/AAAAAAAAaOA/Rn11n_5T1EUzcETGnpIZDXBRqARAltokgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158452099_10159482659584767_1970185135268794628_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday's wonderful sunshine invited me to walk the mile or two to a friend's house to pick up a book she rebound for us. On the way back I met another walker. What a surprise to recognize Joy, someone I hadn't seen in more than twenty years. We had so many stories to tell.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bPnLslDdYs/YEZ0nqiZf3I/AAAAAAAAaNc/FLfrY70ugG0UZWwXgh6gQwTjKbzI9RSKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/158854479_10101180716408266_6049936149658691230_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bPnLslDdYs/YEZ0nqiZf3I/AAAAAAAAaNc/FLfrY70ugG0UZWwXgh6gQwTjKbzI9RSKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158854479_10101180716408266_6049936149658691230_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The week ended with yet another birthday celebration. Destiny had experienced a Koch-style fondue meal early on in her relationship with Skye, so that is what she wanted for her birthday.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw-cMtwM4RU/YEZ1A-gd9UI/AAAAAAAAaNw/a12WtWiJm-UTyTK8-v07aJdPrhkzAkeogCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/158369341_10101180716547986_2273527343479460025_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw-cMtwM4RU/YEZ1A-gd9UI/AAAAAAAAaNw/a12WtWiJm-UTyTK8-v07aJdPrhkzAkeogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158369341_10101180716547986_2273527343479460025_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I spent the day preparing and we were able to enjoy a "fun to do" fondue with two thirds of the growing Koch clan. It's a slow meal where everyone cooks their own meats and vegggies in either of the two pots of hot oil. Fondue fork squabbles and a race for the "floaties" are part of the fun.</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/-s5CMio5d0OA/YEej5q_8amI/AAAAAAAAaOU/FQzt50_F22AnmGxkGCN8xXqr4sGi-HENgCLcBGAsYHQ/s935/158889231_10101181128083266_2953581877087199101_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="526" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5CMio5d0OA/YEej5q_8amI/AAAAAAAAaOU/FQzt50_F22AnmGxkGCN8xXqr4sGi-HENgCLcBGAsYHQ/w225-h400/158889231_10101181128083266_2953581877087199101_o.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Destiny also preferred the Krazy Koch birthday song.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you read her age on the brownie cake?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnPAYZZUM3o/YEZ1AwNH3vI/AAAAAAAAaN0/fk4o4oQMSa0NtTlDwh7RyF5ZJXu-uwnZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/158686476_10101180716503076_6665067605869667650_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fnPAYZZUM3o/YEZ1AwNH3vI/AAAAAAAAaN0/fk4o4oQMSa0NtTlDwh7RyF5ZJXu-uwnZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/158686476_10101180716503076_6665067605869667650_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;">Come back next week for a very significant birthday in our family.</div></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Rf45O1k--gE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Full House https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/03/full-house.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d4b60c8b-f985-e4c4-6d80-aeb5120938d1 Wed, 03 Mar 2021 15:08:42 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The week started out icy cold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E44mVTffTq0/YD5l-4zmsoI/AAAAAAAAaKA/FQQjz8L7ZOIm81IXBAU5lc5YykWSDbeVACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/155885735_10101177276501866_5791036649749930961_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E44mVTffTq0/YD5l-4zmsoI/AAAAAAAAaKA/FQQjz8L7ZOIm81IXBAU5lc5YykWSDbeVACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/155885735_10101177276501866_5791036649749930961_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had decided to take off after church to watch son Stephan and the other carvers in the process of making ice art.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1xRWlYAyKs/YD6KdGbuq6I/AAAAAAAAaKQ/mNEVzZ213UUJTykxSHaUYYJNjXpeqvPYACLcBGAsYHQ/s923/153231770_10101173743521986_6300985269338294875_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="923" height="311" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1xRWlYAyKs/YD6KdGbuq6I/AAAAAAAAaKQ/mNEVzZ213UUJTykxSHaUYYJNjXpeqvPYACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h311/153231770_10101173743521986_6300985269338294875_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His was a more delicate, risky piece with many parts and so tall it barely fit under the tent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/stephan.a.koch/videos/10159447836994767"><i>The Best Pancakes</i></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3g6u7CiPlg/YD6K-GZ3jFI/AAAAAAAAaKc/x2wkISd9xYQ9dkDSvr7Tbrgx6t0agWCjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/153104191_10101173743312406_1622626097563993317_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3g6u7CiPlg/YD6K-GZ3jFI/AAAAAAAAaKc/x2wkISd9xYQ9dkDSvr7Tbrgx6t0agWCjgCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/153104191_10101173743312406_1622626097563993317_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Obviously at the start of "Sugaring Season", he had maple syrup in mind.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael was so inspired that he carved a decent snow squirrel when we got home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our bread supply was running low, so Michael started a new batch and the girls finished it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rWeDjd_iUM/YD6LQVjI0UI/AAAAAAAAaKo/kKa24n16hrEu_eA-VjQw-1Qh-vWmz0l_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156040736_10101177274685506_7412761854353696302_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="960" height="365" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rWeDjd_iUM/YD6LQVjI0UI/AAAAAAAAaKo/kKa24n16hrEu_eA-VjQw-1Qh-vWmz0l_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h365/156040736_10101177274685506_7412761854353696302_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They were able to share the end product and show off their bread-making skills with a group of students on the MuKappa (<span style="font-size: x-small;">missionary kids &amp; internationals club</span>) planning committee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaaPG3Ul5Ck/YD6LdSKNxfI/AAAAAAAAaKs/PzWqCPFWCZwLdHgV3bUNoV0ykcdiceW_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156663523_10101177241342326_1737734508531987013_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="960" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EaaPG3Ul5Ck/YD6LdSKNxfI/AAAAAAAAaKs/PzWqCPFWCZwLdHgV3bUNoV0ykcdiceW_wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h386/156663523_10101177241342326_1737734508531987013_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca was here Tuesday ready to play in the snow. This time it was pack-able.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In our first attempt we ended up with such monstrous mounds, too heavy to stack.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymUaeF6I1Tg/YD6L3Yt-boI/AAAAAAAAaK4/Zz73S8pGf08bWUXu0R4gz-BV0NEvxFpCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155831765_10101177266247416_6532662640806712047_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ymUaeF6I1Tg/YD6L3Yt-boI/AAAAAAAAaK4/Zz73S8pGf08bWUXu0R4gz-BV0NEvxFpCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/155831765_10101177266247416_6532662640806712047_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Next we made a snow-girl outside Moriah's glass door.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGSunV2BGnI/YD6L3XVabGI/AAAAAAAAaK8/mWuD4AYbMK41aDKNkcUN6dOnpynAcuqLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156592498_10101177266307296_3532465176162691863_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGSunV2BGnI/YD6L3XVabGI/AAAAAAAAaK8/mWuD4AYbMK41aDKNkcUN6dOnpynAcuqLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/156592498_10101177266307296_3532465176162691863_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks to Michael's promptings and example, I am getting more exercise than ever before.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A local group, UCC Hikers, often announces outings for whoever can make it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We joined Bob Medows, the organizer, for strenuous hike at Seven Pillars, trudging through 6" deep snow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hip9vj5Prxs/YD6MBx0DraI/AAAAAAAAaLA/9tXi18oMkVctlpgzDeA_ORM12AzrNh4JQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/156069394_10101177266916076_1310518964005347369_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hip9vj5Prxs/YD6MBx0DraI/AAAAAAAAaLA/9tXi18oMkVctlpgzDeA_ORM12AzrNh4JQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/156069394_10101177266916076_1310518964005347369_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As the weather warmed up, Michael dared to go out for a bike ride Thursday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rotZatQTCs/YD6NSe2D6MI/AAAAAAAAaLQ/7U_fP9r16HEwfYQwUG6hLalicyHIhObHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s795/156453995_10101177267250406_5084766387176134726_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="795" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rotZatQTCs/YD6NSe2D6MI/AAAAAAAAaLQ/7U_fP9r16HEwfYQwUG6hLalicyHIhObHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h294/156453995_10101177267250406_5084766387176134726_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Did anyone know this was National Engineers Week?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't know if that was the reason, but the Engineering students decided to have Fancy Friday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girls were busy getting Moriah dolled up for the day before her 8 AM class..</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FATs91GhcA/YD6O4H5DFII/AAAAAAAAaLo/EQe9TYyscHUDZkF9sOUmW9PQx6uNW5V9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155305335_10101176269345216_156295793509639598_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FATs91GhcA/YD6O4H5DFII/AAAAAAAAaLo/EQe9TYyscHUDZkF9sOUmW9PQx6uNW5V9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/155305335_10101176269345216_156295793509639598_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SViUmha2d9o/YD6Ow36OqrI/AAAAAAAAaLk/xpeP-fI_5mchhn5B5V08bF6HxRyzMUe5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/154805926_10101176269255396_2590702610492362912_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="504" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SViUmha2d9o/YD6Ow36OqrI/AAAAAAAAaLk/xpeP-fI_5mchhn5B5V08bF6HxRyzMUe5wCLcBGAsYHQ/w336-h640/154805926_10101176269255396_2590702610492362912_n.jpg" width="336" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyfoAVjx7nM/YD6O4EOW3CI/AAAAAAAAaLs/PYvyDcei2GYa42Whi-z7EQ_DFZlTgpmlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155379336_10101176269290326_9178429123862830398_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="557" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyfoAVjx7nM/YD6O4EOW3CI/AAAAAAAAaLs/PYvyDcei2GYa42Whi-z7EQ_DFZlTgpmlACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/155379336_10101176269290326_9178429123862830398_n.jpg" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ever so grateful for a deadline to clean up my loft writing area! I spent&nbsp; most of Thursday preparing to welcome Kendra's boyfriend visiting from Massachusetts. I sorted, rearranged, dusted, swept, and finally on Friday made up a bed for Zack who arrived later that afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A photo was in order. <strike>Sorry</strike>, no before pics!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wP5xeuSWk-U/YD6OFMf2-8I/AAAAAAAAaLY/UTK5Q-_zsgw04LWvNzRj9HtNyjL8xWYBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155529748_10101176269205496_3154581277740875869_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wP5xeuSWk-U/YD6OFMf2-8I/AAAAAAAAaLY/UTK5Q-_zsgw04LWvNzRj9HtNyjL8xWYBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/155529748_10101176269205496_3154581277740875869_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The love birds gazing . . .&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78X-_eS9MBw/YD6OFMe0viI/AAAAAAAAaLc/AV9O_N7Q_hE30qGXhwrC4J1j2wfpdXDUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155582284_10101176269160586_7360101383905699178_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="809" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78X-_eS9MBw/YD6OFMe0viI/AAAAAAAAaLc/AV9O_N7Q_hE30qGXhwrC4J1j2wfpdXDUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/155582284_10101176269160586_7360101383905699178_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca was here for awhile. Moriah loves to play with young uns!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gujlDoePlfA/YD6PSeIt-II/AAAAAAAAaL8/jL86-J7P03oTwA4wOxT6cRnUZWRcWc_SQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155536549_10101176269105696_2091245330393744425_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="864" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gujlDoePlfA/YD6PSeIt-II/AAAAAAAAaL8/jL86-J7P03oTwA4wOxT6cRnUZWRcWc_SQCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h400/155536549_10101176269105696_2091245330393744425_n.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zack got together with several old college friends while he was here. Saturday one of them drove in from Ohio! We had taught Zack our favorite game of 2020 and he loved it. So while Kendra was out doing her long run for Marathon training class, he taught Lukas how to play Splendor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWciCuQuBXg/YD6PbyYMWZI/AAAAAAAAaMA/xIUbmvUj4JEzJgbh63_N9TrwagWNivVIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/155990875_10101177267953996_1660056513529838026_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWciCuQuBXg/YD6PbyYMWZI/AAAAAAAAaMA/xIUbmvUj4JEzJgbh63_N9TrwagWNivVIQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/155990875_10101177267953996_1660056513529838026_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I posted the following&nbsp;<a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/02/announcement.html">Announcement</a>&nbsp;on a new blog. I am so excited about this project. More to come!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the process of&nbsp;sorting through piles and files, I came across photos I had not seen or didn't remember (that happens too often lately). This is my father's family when he was the next to youngest, the little boy in the front. Another brother was born later. Grandma had dark hair, and grandpa was still with the family.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRAfBSJ-zEU/YD6KHFAwp9I/AAAAAAAAaKI/f1fBIWEoKPcezKiJCI8PWqnGfXyaW8F6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s932/153688082_10101174415430476_1586523613418498151_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="932" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRAfBSJ-zEU/YD6KHFAwp9I/AAAAAAAAaKI/f1fBIWEoKPcezKiJCI8PWqnGfXyaW8F6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h412/153688082_10101174415430476_1586523613418498151_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This week brought back memories of Daddy's passing,&nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">February 21, eight years ago, shortly before his 92nd birthday. I was so privileged to be with him during that momentous transition.</span></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/Tfe3bZ2FYVI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Goals and Accomplishments https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/goals-and-accomplishments.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:47d8765d-9dab-f543-e8a5-7c71aaadf2c9 Wed, 24 Feb 2021 14:12:45 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Valentine's Day was quiet, however many greetings were expressed virtually.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omTuu0XZBS4/YDWk6ZG6k5I/AAAAAAAAaIA/qYGgvucSnRkSqi3LD2wNbJOu6ZT5KTOnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s720/150165245_10101169587385916_7563225006619723909_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="720" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omTuu0XZBS4/YDWk6ZG6k5I/AAAAAAAAaIA/qYGgvucSnRkSqi3LD2wNbJOu6ZT5KTOnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/150165245_10101169587385916_7563225006619723909_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was thrilled to see "Aunt" Margaret's on Facebook. The Grace Village Health Care residents were photographed each with their own message.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I do miss seeing this dear lady. She will be 100 in May!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvLROei0piU/YDVTgU17ifI/AAAAAAAAaHc/WlPvNyKJ-R8rgfcL1ErfzG9vJ79Z6EOswCLcBGAsYHQ/s821/151528281_10101171012325326_5399981627712529116_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="537" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FvLROei0piU/YDVTgU17ifI/AAAAAAAAaHc/WlPvNyKJ-R8rgfcL1ErfzG9vJ79Z6EOswCLcBGAsYHQ/w261-h400/151528281_10101171012325326_5399981627712529116_n.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>He spreads the snow like wool. . . </i>says the Psalmist in 147:16.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What He sent us Monday and throughout the week, looks like marshmallow cream or whipped topping.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZPhFmoRS4/YDVSdNhZjSI/AAAAAAAAaHI/MM5nFScfBkELbPqExdZh3-o5SuPkOY7iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1333/151292525_10101170891662136_910818323003066850_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFZPhFmoRS4/YDVSdNhZjSI/AAAAAAAAaHI/MM5nFScfBkELbPqExdZh3-o5SuPkOY7iQCLcBGAsYHQ/w405-h640/151292525_10101170891662136_910818323003066850_o.jpg" width="405" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The neighbor boys were playing in the snow, called out to me as I trudged up to the mail box and reminded me it was a holiday - President's Day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C35YejF9oHo/YDVSq8ia7OI/AAAAAAAAaHM/HObIWMCcJQI1JO7_aOEXtju16hxKTHhBACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/154313214_10101174410415526_934632804029660925_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="837" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C35YejF9oHo/YDVSq8ia7OI/AAAAAAAAaHM/HObIWMCcJQI1JO7_aOEXtju16hxKTHhBACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/154313214_10101174410415526_934632804029660925_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The next day, a snow day, they tried out the zip line.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkJe_ptSygs/YDVSqzoPGeI/AAAAAAAAaHQ/jvqKeA6KmaE0x0ut_OYnq-zB6PAWrWGEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/153745679_10101174410380596_7107975153373618004_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkJe_ptSygs/YDVSqzoPGeI/AAAAAAAAaHQ/jvqKeA6KmaE0x0ut_OYnq-zB6PAWrWGEwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/153745679_10101174410380596_7107975153373618004_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Needless to say, we did not make it to Stephan's for Monday Night Dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were, however, several meals together with our somewhat snowbound resident students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday, we made it over to Leah's. Michael dug out her car from the accumulated snow and ice, while I chatted and admired a tiny little clay sculpture she had made. It's message:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Peace surrounded by chaos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP7I6PEme4o/YDVUOkqsSfI/AAAAAAAAaHk/-glKJC1jY2MTzzqRQPPX9jqFWQxSCZj5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/154201352_10101174410445466_6024462114525147596_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="960" height="135" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP7I6PEme4o/YDVUOkqsSfI/AAAAAAAAaHk/-glKJC1jY2MTzzqRQPPX9jqFWQxSCZj5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h135/154201352_10101174410445466_6024462114525147596_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael also has been having fun designing and printing a variety of parts. It seems that the small 3D printer in his den is always humming, turning out another masterpiece. And he can also control the larger printer at the shop in Matthews remotely. These all are meant to replace some on the robot and improve its performance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This tiny one is one of his favorites made from a rubber-like material.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOhe-t3X-00/YDVVJjLO7bI/AAAAAAAAaH4/8bb4PZ4XfGgfzF1fSaCwPbdko7H_Gr42wCLcBGAsYHQ/s743/152226294_10101173743776476_8010289525874932054_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="743" height="161" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOhe-t3X-00/YDVVJjLO7bI/AAAAAAAAaH4/8bb4PZ4XfGgfzF1fSaCwPbdko7H_Gr42wCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h161/152226294_10101173743776476_8010289525874932054_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayla works at the local library Tuesdays and Fridays. On one or both of those days I pick up Rebecca there after school. Here she is pointing to her name bug that marks how far she has come in the reading challenge her mom illustrated so well with a giant sunflower.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gbzswowWb2g/YDVU3D6HFQI/AAAAAAAAaHw/PLkgw-pt_usvMA-JfFV3r5Mmwthf6_9mACLcBGAsYHQ/s927/151589496_10101173743746536_5693654643071354499_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="639" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gbzswowWb2g/YDVU3D6HFQI/AAAAAAAAaHw/PLkgw-pt_usvMA-JfFV3r5Mmwthf6_9mACLcBGAsYHQ/w276-h400/151589496_10101173743746536_5693654643071354499_n.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Several household members' goals were significantly advanced this week.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moriah successfully presented her team's senior engineering project on Monday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thursday, Kendra's script was chosen for her team's senior film project which she will be directing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both have much work ahead: Moriah's class must now seriously write and document, and Kendra's team have to make a film.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It has become a winter tradition to work on a Wysocki puzzle. One evening this week Michael and I were drawn to the puzzle and made great progress as we listened to music. The fun completion of the week was when Moriah put the final 20 or so pieces into place Saturday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgR03qmMC44/YDVUbqILtaI/AAAAAAAAaHo/UbKgBVzJvvcKB6xyWwVK0ZD0EExsrcTKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s945/153095278_10101173743646736_8910036801273563548_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="945" height="275" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgR03qmMC44/YDVUbqILtaI/AAAAAAAAaHo/UbKgBVzJvvcKB6xyWwVK0ZD0EExsrcTKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h275/153095278_10101173743646736_8910036801273563548_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks to modern technology we were able to watch two&nbsp;online celebrations this week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5etNNGQet4&amp;feature=share&amp;fbclid=IwAR3sQCwWajKiEO9L1E6_6IG3o51ldPrFGlPIyVwxz6i5DuTcGxSqczTrB_A">Frank Dietz</a>' Memorial service, an amazing overview of his extensive leadership role and impact. We were together on the ship Doulos with Frank and Anneli. Their daughter Amy was Leah's best friend. He passed away in January at age 80. HIs last three years were spent caring for his bedridden wife.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--<a href="https://www.facebook.com/omships/videos/766322870954180">OM Ships 50th Anniversary</a>, The M/V Logos launched February 18, 1971. In January of that year, Michael and I spent a couple weeks on board where he repaired the antiquated electronic equipment on the bridge.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was eight months pregnant at the time, so Stephan can claim that he was there as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our comment after viewing the many old friends that we knew in our younger days, was:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"They're looking old."&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we looked in the mirror.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_oDMgmJMb_E" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding Page Breaks https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/02/20/lets-get-tech-y-adding-page-breaks/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3e48e9a9-a3e4-c401-6000-c25e86718427 Sat, 20 Feb 2021 19:15:59 -0500 The next piece from our bulleted list of creating solid manuscript submissions (see the post here) to send to publishers is to put a page break between chapters (and everywhere that you need to start a new page). Fortunately, Microsoft Word makes this easy. First of all, here&#8217;s what not to do. DON&#8217;T get to [&#8230;] Gratitudes https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/gratitudes.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:9d59647f-f47e-690a-759a-3516f5912c0f Wed, 17 Feb 2021 22:50:46 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael and I are grateful for the Detamore Trail here in town which allows us to get some fresh air and exercise even on the coldest days of winter. We tried it on Sunday after he plowed it once.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Y_ZuuDBbM/YCwzmDcm9KI/AAAAAAAAaE4/_ZpfdKPX3CUQ44CP7oaPGFhEOREcl_-SwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1317/147927116_10101166961548116_4609614459793230573_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1317" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6Y_ZuuDBbM/YCwzmDcm9KI/AAAAAAAAaE4/_ZpfdKPX3CUQ44CP7oaPGFhEOREcl_-SwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/147927116_10101166961548116_4609614459793230573_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are grateful for each Monday dinner Stephan prepares for "whosoever will". The group varies from time to time. We are ever faithful. The menu also holds delightful surprises, the fresh bread comes in different shapes and textures. The chai is the most consistent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2KvCaoBEB4/YCwvUcVqsDI/AAAAAAAAaEs/EeCNfZdL2t0pSrX4NtlvVjpMPPzpwmkXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148456625_10101167860915776_1959197756651838269_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2KvCaoBEB4/YCwvUcVqsDI/AAAAAAAAaEs/EeCNfZdL2t0pSrX4NtlvVjpMPPzpwmkXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/148456625_10101167860915776_1959197756651838269_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael added biscotti to his culinary experiments.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xTVgeoiJm8/YCwzb-8NGkI/AAAAAAAAaE0/eag-D13qZYsperOb3RmPsbEkJrobLj5-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151466322_10101171011891196_2502902160817244409_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xTVgeoiJm8/YCwzb-8NGkI/AAAAAAAAaE0/eag-D13qZYsperOb3RmPsbEkJrobLj5-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151466322_10101171011891196_2502902160817244409_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our bird visitors entertain us daily. A special one came by to peck at the suet--a pileated woodpecker.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an1WopNJA98/YCwz-MKoh7I/AAAAAAAAaFE/09pFXKNbgwQ9v581tk_Tsjx5CbPvfWRvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151035647_10101171012245486_5469354212037372727_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an1WopNJA98/YCwz-MKoh7I/AAAAAAAAaFE/09pFXKNbgwQ9v581tk_Tsjx5CbPvfWRvACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151035647_10101171012245486_5469354212037372727_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tuesday, Rebecca was here for the Basics Jr. Bible lesson. We had a fun time, but no photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An opportunity to make up for that came the next day when Kayla called, "Matt broke his arm. Could you pick up Rebecca from school? I have to go to Parkview Regional Hospital in Fort Wayne."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylU5e2Ykgdc/YCw0YciaY6I/AAAAAAAAaFM/1_04PINeOEUaNTxZbHoe_0EOnrps8wxQACLcBGAsYHQ/s917/150947094_10101171011961056_4610128126774673954_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ylU5e2Ykgdc/YCw0YciaY6I/AAAAAAAAaFM/1_04PINeOEUaNTxZbHoe_0EOnrps8wxQACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/150947094_10101171011961056_4610128126774673954_n.jpg" /></a></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We decided to do some watercolor painting and try a new technique using a straw to blow and spread color around. Rebecca loves cats so this is what she painted. Do you see a smiling cat?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZuoj-3jjgw/YC1C8diMi_I/AAAAAAAAaGc/gC6scRJFeJUkEj6tdzLlP6Grdz9K_MOtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151852776_10101171407024346_3865786625206226207_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="838" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZuoj-3jjgw/YC1C8diMi_I/AAAAAAAAaGc/gC6scRJFeJUkEj6tdzLlP6Grdz9K_MOtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151852776_10101171407024346_3865786625206226207_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kayla sent a photo of Matt after surgery. We are so grateful for medical advances and resources that allowed the two broken bones in his forearm to be put back together. Considering what happened it is amazing he did not lose his part of his arm. I don't know if I can describe the accident accurately. He was repairing a forklift, one mast was in place when a second one slammed down on his left forearm.<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgvqEcpdTI/YCw034iAUHI/AAAAAAAAaFg/Zpu0DPyzTzgcz4qGLSCrIAuiP81xj7vEACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/151213241_10101171011995986_1463891238924405041_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On my watercolor rainbow parrot, I reflected Matt's wound as a broken wing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="751" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD62PHAsKxg/YC1D3wliP4I/AAAAAAAAaGs/AIFg38NepGE41zpfQhP1d7fuZBIEVO-pQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151528217_10101171407054286_1414927785162841338_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt was admitted overnight, so Rebecca spent another afternoon and evening with us. She loves to play Splendor and is quite good for a six-year-old! Here she is pondering her next move.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd9ww-JxDWE/YCw1Y_Mj22I/AAAAAAAAaFs/MmMlmkly8Yg3K2de26HP7qARGP8QjaNHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151065767_10101171012210556_3515153574945467312_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd9ww-JxDWE/YCw1Y_Mj22I/AAAAAAAAaFs/MmMlmkly8Yg3K2de26HP7qARGP8QjaNHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/151065767_10101171012210556_3515153574945467312_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was absorbed all week with memories I came across from the year 2000--a diary, letters, and photos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The three grandchildren we had at the time: Kayla (Rebecca's mom), Malachi (to be married in May!), and Skye (a Daddy himself now!).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eD7z_hnUDc/YCw1zmLd5fI/AAAAAAAAaF0/uCtbaD6Og2oBNSwQ1K4ZMMX00rclziPoACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/151065767_10101171012275426_5239222725425363507_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="960" height="323" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eD7z_hnUDc/YCw1zmLd5fI/AAAAAAAAaF0/uCtbaD6Og2oBNSwQ1K4ZMMX00rclziPoACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h323/151065767_10101171012275426_5239222725425363507_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spent a lot of time writing a reflective summary of that difficult and eventful year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A surprise on Friday as I perused the March/April issue of the Good Old Days magazine. On page 52 the photo I submitted a long time ago! Some months ago, I received a letter to let me know when it would be published, I could not remember what I had sent!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5acBLxtDgM/YC1EEQh4VsI/AAAAAAAAaGw/Ti-zGgPEH_UZNQniL3bIri8V1dHYVNLVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2015/151061751_10101171405597206_1915894205334558965_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1310" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5acBLxtDgM/YC1EEQh4VsI/AAAAAAAAaGw/Ti-zGgPEH_UZNQniL3bIri8V1dHYVNLVQCLcBGAsYHQ/w416-h640/151061751_10101171405597206_1915894205334558965_o.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am grateful for all the memories, both good and bad, because they remind us of God's faithfulness!&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/XFozV3sGii4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Removing Double Spaces between Sentences https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/01/24/lets-get-tech-y-removing-double-spaces-between-sentences/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3da2a2e9-a932-1867-0c38-b81127f88e0f Sun, 24 Jan 2021 18:37:54 -0500 It&#8217;s a difficult habit to break. If you learned to type on a typewriter (as I did), you were taught to put a double space between sentences. Now, however, that&#8217;s incorrect and will be problematic when you send in that submission. Editors expect that you won&#8217;t do this. Why did we (ahem, old folks) learn [&#8230;] Submitting in 2021: Get It Done! https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/12/31/submitting-in-2021-get-it-done/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:1a86f333-03e5-a4fb-6802-865d3b7416ce Thu, 31 Dec 2020 14:00:32 -0500 I&#8217;ve been watching Twitter feeds in the #writingcommunity hashtag and seeing lots of folks post that 2021 is the year they will finally submit &#8212; to magazines or literary magazines or a book publisher. I say, YAY. GO FOR IT! You pour yourself into those words and you have something to say into the world. [&#8230;] There’s A Baby in the Barn http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:df7b18d7-0fba-a96b-d968-0a823a955bc0 Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:08:36 -0500 <p>And a Christmas Party, December 19 Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ETSanta hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns! Click to Join the Party on Saturday There's A Baby in the BarnParticipating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that [...]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="has-text-align-center" style="font-size:24px"><strong><span class="has-inline-color has-vivid-red-color">And a Christmas Party, December 19 </span></strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td>Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ET<br>Santa hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. <br>Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns!</td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><img src="https://ci5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/c-bR5aa7qn09cN_v9SoPffoHdy_c3ky-QMS2O4vm9qA7W92IGpW3_DoLRp_gKCXRh-TN3Zr9-zsGjWSUDJDAMI_u4pIDtdRTDReixvZhwtouWQV0RT-E1UiPBOSSv-Knt-zSyLyykKHJnTlVPGM4=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/3737399647f16fd03c50c19f79ac9bd7b24e52a8.jpeg" alt="" width="383.0789825970549"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table class="has-subtle-pale-green-background-color has-background"><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-left" data-align="left"><strong>There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</strong><br><br>Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that the humble barn where Jesus was born was a quiet setting. The crowning moment of each December’s extravaganza was the Nativity scene. Dressed in bed sheets and their fathers’ oversized bathrobes, all the children solemnly sang Silent Night.<br><br>Then I moved to the country, got my own barn, and had my own birth in the stable.<br><br>It all began when drought forced a farmer to sell livestock, including a soft-eyed, pregnant mare.<br><br>“She’s just like Mary,” my children implored. “She needs a place to have her baby.”<br><br>So this innkeeper found room in our stable for the mother-to-be. A baby monitor allowed us to hear what happened in the barn during the night. Birds in the rafters supplied a cacophony of twittering, mice scampered through hay, and horses slurped their feed before rustling through straw to bed down. Once asleep, the horses groaned while they napped and passed gas so loud we thought the mare was giving birth, and dashed to the barn at 3:30 a.m.<br><br>Following weeks of false alarms, the baby was born in her own time on a night I was too sleep-deprived to tiptoe to the barn. What an exquisite wonder that morning to discover a newborn in the stable.<br><br>That&#8217;s why this year’s Christmas pageant was my favorite. &#8220;Let&#8217;s have live animals,&#8221; the music director crowed.<br><br>Opening night the staging was elaborate. The well-rehearsed choir took its place. The orchestra began on the downbeat. &#8220;Joy to the world,&#8221; the audience joined the choir as the words appeared on the overhead. &#8220;Let men their sons employ.&#8221;<br><br>Choreographed to mask the noisy rearrangement of animals on stage, the pianist&#8217;s solo was a wasted effort. The keyboard was unplugged. From behind the curtains, the audience heard the trainer smooching at the donkey who was reluctant to come on stage and was more reluctant to walk off.<br><br>The violinist&#8217;s microphone was not on, as the wise men bowed before the wailing Christ child. Mary and Joseph tried to look holy while sheep nibbled their robes, between burping and chewing their malodorous cud.<br><br>At that moment a runaway sheep left his post and dashed about the little town of Bethlehem. Engrossed by the drama, the drummer forgot to drum. The conductor looked up from conducting and paled as the speeding sheep fairly leapt into his arms.<br><br>By the second performance the “g” was added to sons, the keyboard and violin found their plugs, and fencing was added for the sheep. The rest of the performances went without hitch, but my favorite was opening night. It seemed a better reenactment of what probably happened in that starlit stable many years ago.<br><br><em>PeggySue currently has two horses because horses are like potato chips – you can’t have just one.</em></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Review of To Steal a Heart by Jen Turano https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:b13b345b-3d97-6c71-52cf-116e3b915429 Mon, 30 Nov 2020 09:23:58 -0500 After months of my website doing strange and not-so-wonderful things that made it impossible for me to blog, I am praising the Lord that it decided to work for me again. To celebrate, I am sharing my review of Jen Turano&#8217;s latest book, To Steal a Heart. If laughter is good like medicine, To Steal&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Review of To Steal a Heart by Jen&#160;Turano</span></a> <p>After months of my website doing strange and not-so-wonderful things that made it impossible for me to blog, I am praising the Lord that it decided to work for me again. To celebrate, I am sharing my review of Jen Turano&#8217;s latest book, <em>To Steal a Heart</em>. </p> <p>If laughter is good like medicine, <em>To Steal a Heart</em> is practically a vitamin infusion.</p> <p>Reading a Jen Turano books always guarantees a laugh, and I found myself laughing a lot. Although her primary characters are wonderful, often it’s the background characters that amuse me most.</p> <p><em>To Steal a Heart</em> includes a dog that prefers to be talked to in a pirate voice. A chronic fainter who writes mystery novels, a mysterious woman who dresses in widow’s weeds, and a boardinghouse filled with an assortment of unique ladies.</p> <p>The book is amusing, but it also touches on deeper issues. In an era where all of a lady’s money and property passed to her husband after marriage, I enjoyed seeing a group of women create an inquiry agency to rectify wrongs women experienced. An ongoing mystery created the overarching storyline, but the minor mysteries were also intriguing.</p> <p>God’s name wasn’t mentioned as often as in some of Jen’s other books, but I feel like it resembled the book of Esther. The name of God is not mentioned in Esther, but His Providence colors the story. <em>To Steal a Heart</em> mirrors this same message.</p> <p>I highly recommend this novel, and I can&#8217;t wait to read the next two in the series.I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. 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And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home. Chasing Sunrise is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents. Chasing Sunrise He wore the [...]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/">Celebrate Veterans Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p>This week, we honor the veterans who bravely bring and protect liberty. And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home.</p> <p><a href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb">Chasing Sunrise</a> is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb"><img width="667" height="1000" src="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-7784" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg-200x300.jpg 200w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg-500x750.jpg 500w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/ChasingSunrisejpg.jpg 667w" sizes="(max-width: 667px) 100vw, 667px" /></a><figcaption>Chasing Sunrise</figcaption></figure> <p>He wore the uniform to protect lives, but when an assignment kills a friend he leaves the military life behind. When international killers arrive on his island paradise at the same time Hurricane Hugo unleashes its fury, are his skills enough this time to protect those he cares about?</p> <p class="has-text-align-center"><strong><a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/36nTsnb" target="_blank">Chasing Sunrise</a>: Veterans&nbsp;Day week only $&nbsp;.99</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large"><a href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm"><img width="369" height="499" src="https://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-7783" srcset="http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_-222x300.jpg 222w, http://www.peggysuewells.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/41Yb6E0l8oL._SX367_BO1204203200_.jpg 369w" sizes="(max-width: 369px) 100vw, 369px" /></a><figcaption>The Girl Who Wore Freedom with WW2 photos.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>June 6, 1944, Dany was five years old, when U.S. troops&nbsp;liberated her village from Nazi control. Soldiers established a base on Utah Beach, and befriended the people of Sainte Marie du Mont. Wearing&nbsp;a red, white, and blue&nbsp;dress made from American parachutes&nbsp;at the D-Day celebration, Dany&nbsp;was&nbsp;<a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank">The Girl Who Wore Freedom.</a></p> <p><strong><a rel="noreferrer noopener" href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank">The Girl Who Wore Freedom:</a>&nbsp;Veterans&nbsp;Day week only $ 1.99</strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://amzn.to/3n8fJMm" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Get The Girl Who Wore Freedom Today!</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>Happy reading!</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/">Celebrate Veterans Day</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p>