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/ Writing & Editing For Gaming Course: Researching for Fall 2021 https://thomasrknight.com/writing-editing-for-gaming-course-researching-for-fall-2021 Freelance Knight urn:uuid:64e46660-d101-1bc0-60de-7d6d16e39711 Fri, 07 May 2021 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="1200" height="630" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Writing-Editing-for-Gaming.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="Writing-Editing-for-Gaming" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Writing-Editing-for-Gaming.jpg 1200w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Writing-Editing-for-Gaming-300x158.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Writing-Editing-for-Gaming-1024x538.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Writing-Editing-for-Gaming-768x403.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Writing-Editing-for-Gaming-350x184.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1200px) 100vw, 1200px" /></p>I will once again be teaching Writing &#38; Editing for Gaming for the Professional Writing department at Taylor University during the Fall 2021 Semester. Thus, it is time once again to research and update my knowledge of the tabletop game 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=""/> Pizza and Me: a 180-Degree Flip http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=48733 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:f1f126f9-d461-597a-12bb-c18f6098fc75 Wed, 05 May 2021 09:29:25 -0400 Were you one of those weird kids who did not like pizza? I was. Known during that era as pizza pie, even the concept sounded odd. “Pie” translated to my mother’s deep-dish peach masterpieces, topped with ice cream. Crust topped by tomato sauce and cheese? Too weird to imagine, as well as vaguely healthy, another [&#8230;] <p>Were you one of those weird kids who did not like pizza? I was.</p> <p>Known during that era as pizza pie, even the concept sounded odd. “Pie” translated to my mother’s deep-dish peach masterpieces, topped with ice cream. Crust topped by tomato sauce and cheese? Too weird to imagine, as well as vaguely healthy, another strike against it.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-bistro-498504_1280-2.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="819" height="633" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-bistro-498504_1280-2.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48737" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-bistro-498504_1280-2.jpg 819w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-bistro-498504_1280-2-300x232.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-bistro-498504_1280-2-768x594.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-bistro-498504_1280-2-624x482.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 819px) 100vw, 819px" /></a></figure> <p>Pizza rarely frequented the truck stops and drive-ins where our family ate. Instead, it was sold at pizza parlors. I associated parlors with scratchy “company” clothes and sitting still. Who wanted anything to do with a parlor?</p> <p>My mother attempted to introduce pizza as a lunch alternative. She baked the cheap boxed kind, whose taste rivaled that of its container. Pepperoni cost too much, as did most other toppings, so she covered pizzas with nutritious, inexpensive onions. Onions! Yuck.</p> <p>I clung to my dislike until my teens. Unaware that no sleepover achieves official status without pizza, I accepted an invitation to one. Since no onions desecrated the pizza’s surface, I tasted a slice. To my amazement, I liked it. Sort of. Enough that thereafter, when my group ordered pizza, I could participate with passable enthusiasm and, thus, be accepted within the caste.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-952172_1280-small.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-cropped-pizza-952172_1280-small.png" alt="" class="wp-image-48740" width="661" height="214"/></a></figure></div> <p>When my then-boyfriend-now-husband and I discovered deep-dish pizza during college, however, my reticence disappeared forever. We later passed on our pizza passion to our children. Also blessed with our penchant for reading, they raked in hundreds of free-pizza coupons.</p> <p>If such rewards had been offered when I was a child, I would have kept them (our family never tossed anything free), piling up pizza credits that would have financed my addiction throughout adulthood.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-wood-fired-pizzas-2119644_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-wood-fired-pizzas-2119644_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48738" width="248" height="186"/></a></figure></div> <p>But enough of lifelong regrets. What toppings do you like on your pizza?</p> <p>I lean toward veggies, mostly for their rationalization value. Meat provides no such benefit. Also, if a diner samples international pizza offerings, she may encounter more protein adventures than she thought possible.</p> <p>For example, in Japan, she might find eel pizza. In international competition, Finnish chefs baked smoked reindeer pizza, defeating the Italians. Pizza topped by haggis — a blend of sheep’s heart, liver and lungs — is dear to the hearts and stomachs of Scottish diners. Russians are fond of mockba, a mixture of sardines, tuna, mackerel, salmon, and onion on their pizza. Consuming this digestive bomb, no wonder Russians cannot get along with their neighbors.</p> <p>However, a Swiss chef tops all — or did, before authorities banned his creations from public consumption. He sprinkled spiders, scorpions and snakes on his pizzas, claiming small amounts of venom cause no harm and may even cure arachnophobia.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-chef-and-pizza-1216737_1280.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210505-p-chef-and-pizza-1216737_1280.png" alt="" class="wp-image-48736" width="417" height="230"/></a></figure></div> <p>I’ll stick with veggies and keep my arachnophobia, thank you very much.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s your favorite pizza?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Busted http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=48625 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:e251b757-07a2-ae70-7bce-96428f3096d5 Mon, 03 May 2021 08:33:44 -0400 OMG, I suppose it doesn’t do any good to pretend I didn’t lick the brownie bowl? (Or, um … eat half the pan?) <p style="font-size:1px"></p> <div class="wp-block-media-text alignwide is-stacked-on-mobile" style="grid-template-columns:62% auto"><figure class="wp-block-media-text__media"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="400" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210503-RachaelBrownies-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48627 size-full" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210503-RachaelBrownies-1.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/210503-RachaelBrownies-1-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></figure><div class="wp-block-media-text__content"> <p class="has-medium-font-size">OMG, I suppose it doesn’t do any good to pretend I didn’t lick the brownie bowl? (Or, um … eat half the pan?)</p> </div></div> Music that inspires my Science Fiction Writing https://thomasrknight.com/music-that-inspires-my-science-fiction-writing Freelance Knight urn:uuid:2acdbd2a-1237-0b6c-3ba1-1f7ac1b5a0da Fri, 30 Apr 2021 06:30:00 -0400 <p><img width="1280" height="720" src="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/2021-Music-that-inspires-my-Science-Fiction-Writing.jpg" class="attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image" alt="2021 - Music that inspires my Science Fiction Writing" loading="lazy" srcset="https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/2021-Music-that-inspires-my-Science-Fiction-Writing.jpg 1280w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/2021-Music-that-inspires-my-Science-Fiction-Writing-300x169.jpg 300w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/2021-Music-that-inspires-my-Science-Fiction-Writing-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/2021-Music-that-inspires-my-Science-Fiction-Writing-768x432.jpg 768w, https://thomasrknight.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/2021-Music-that-inspires-my-Science-Fiction-Writing-350x197.jpg 350w" sizes="(max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px" /></p>What music inspires your writing? Are there lyrics or music that bring imagery to your mind, invoke emotions that fit your characters, provide insights into your genre, or just encourage your words? Plato states it so well… “Music gives a Piano Magic http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=48499 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:0b3304ac-6969-c60c-a9f1-7739df5ccd5e Wed, 28 Apr 2021 08:12:57 -0400 My five-year-old fingers stretched across the keys of our church sanctuary’s piano. My mom, who’d never taken lessons, played for services. The keys sang lovely songs she’d absorbed after one hearing. Soon, she played them in any key. The piano would do musical magic for me, too. Our family, preparing for a mission trip, lived [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-p-grand-piano-787211_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="236" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-p-grand-piano-787211_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48503"/></a></figure></div> <p>My five-year-old fingers stretched across the keys of our church sanctuary’s piano.</p> <p>My mom, who’d never taken lessons, played for services. The keys sang lovely songs she’d absorbed after one hearing. Soon, she played them in any key.</p> <p>The piano would do musical magic for me, too.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-repeated-201021-RachaelPianist1958-cropped-sm.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-repeated-201021-RachaelPianist1958-cropped-sm.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48510" width="201" height="255" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-repeated-201021-RachaelPianist1958-cropped-sm.jpg 261w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-repeated-201021-RachaelPianist1958-cropped-sm-236x300.jpg 236w" sizes="(max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Our family, preparing for a mission trip, lived in our church’s two back rooms. We children were forbidden to touch the church’s unlocked instruments.</p> <p>Right.</p> <p>My brother Ned explored the organ’s mysterious tubes and wires.</p> <p>The baby grand’s rich tones drew me. Besides, fooling with the organ warranted worse punishment.</p> <p>But keys rarely cooperated when I played. Sometimes, a strand of melody escaped the chaos. But the piano did not love me.</p> <p>Later, I realized that before confronting us, Mom listened. Her belief in our budding talent later led to Old Camo’s appearance in our sparsely furnished living room.</p> <p>I’ve never seen such a piano before or since. Gray-and-white camo vinyl covered it. Metal studs outlined its silhouette. No wonder we could afford it. Still, I fell in love.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-p-piano-1655558_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-p-piano-1655558_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48504" width="569" height="380"/></a></figure></div> <p>My fumblings drove my family to the same sentiment as George Bernard Shaw, music critic as well as playwright. He said, “Nothing soothes me more after a long and maddening course of pianoforte recitals than to sit and have my teeth drilled.”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-BethJoey-cropped-2012.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="256" height="225" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-BethJoey-cropped-2012.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48501"/></a><figcaption>Our daughter passed the music magic on to her children.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>But I recognized more and more melodies. My excitement grew … until lessons sapped the magic.</p> <p>Mom encouraged practice, then bribed, then chained me to the bench, hoping I would make friends with written notes. After four years, I continued to balk. She gave up.</p> <p>Still, I played for church youth meetings. My peers dove for cover, but melodies and harmonies eventually found my hands. I even played the sanctuary piano (though neither Ned nor I crawled inside the organ anymore.)</p> <p>Ned, also a piano practice delinquent, nevertheless worked for a piano craftsman. After Old Camo collapsed, teenaged Ned rebuilt a baby grand for Mom.</p> <p>I missed it after I married. No money for pianos. Given our fabulous $97.50-per-month studio apartment, we’d have had to sleep on the bench.</p> <p>We were skinny, but not that skinny.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-Mom80somethings-cropped.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-Mom80somethings-cropped.png" alt="" class="wp-image-48502" width="201" height="404" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-Mom80somethings-cropped.png 257w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-Mom80somethings-cropped-149x300.png 149w" sizes="(max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px" /></a></figure></div> <p>After graduation, a new spinet graced our living room. Despite toddler abuse, teeth-gritting kids’ practices, and my thumping, it remains a monument to the magic.</p> <p>As is our daughter. Like her mother and grandmother, she often ignores little black notes and discovers her own songs.</p> <p>Mom was, too. Battling dementia, she played what Dad called his “dinner music” while he cooked.</p> <p>“Beautiful,” Dad told her.</p> <p>Though Mom didn’t remember repeating the same song seven times, her fingers and her spirit found their way to lovely music.</p> <p>The magic triumphed again.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Is piano music magic for you?</p> 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> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Scratching My Head http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=48386 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:f9a5df0c-177d-0fda-5ec4-d1f4bf165d12 Mon, 26 Apr 2021 07:33:30 -0400 O Lord, thank You for a gifted 10-year-old grandson who loves to draw cartoons and also loves to bake. Only he would put the two together. OMG, You know everything. Where does the kid gets his quirkiness? Could You please fill me in? <p>O Lord, thank You for a gifted 10-year-old grandson who loves to draw cartoons and also loves to bake. Only he would put the two together.</p> <p>OMG, You know everything. Where does the kid gets his quirkiness? Could You please fill me in?</p> <figure class="wp-block-gallery aligncenter columns-2 is-cropped"><ul class="blocks-gallery-grid"><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-ChristySimon.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="300" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-ChristySimon.jpg" alt="" data-id="48390" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=48390" class="wp-image-48390" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-ChristySimon.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-ChristySimon-150x150.jpg 150w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></li><li class="blocks-gallery-item"><figure><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-SimonCartoon2021-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="225" height="300" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-SimonCartoon2021-1.jpg" alt="" data-id="48391" data-full-url="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210426-SimonCartoon2021-1.jpg" data-link="http://rachaelophillips.com/?attachment_id=48391" class="wp-image-48391"/></a></figure></li></ul></figure> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-SimonPie-small.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-SimonPie-small.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48388" width="562" height="748" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-SimonPie-small.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210428-SimonPie-small-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 562px) 100vw, 562px" /></a></figure></div> <p></p> On My Shelf: Game Production – Prototyping and Producing Your Board Game https://thomasrknight.com/on-my-shelf-game-production-prototyping-and-producing-your-board-game Freelance Knight urn:uuid:3130b874-f3b6-e2cc-4403-dc753b5e6877 Fri, 23 Apr 2021 06:30:00 -0400 I&#8217;m once again preparing to teach Writing &#38; Editing for Gaming this Fall 2021. That means lots of research and reading to be sure I am up-to-date on the tabletop gaming industry. A recent book release from Geoffrey Engelstein captured Indiana Spring: Prepare for Anything http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=48157 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:a1f8b320-d986-722e-9f23-bfd24d9fae4b Wed, 21 Apr 2021 08:22:42 -0400 “Would you write a note that says I can’t go teach today?” My husband, a retired family physician, often heard similar requests about missing work. Today, though, he’s the speaker. Glaring at hail pelting our backyard, he dreads Indiana weather’s hormonal tantrums. I don’t blame him. While I enjoy gentle raindrop melodies, I dislike hail’s [&#8230;] <p>“Would you write a note that says I can’t go teach today?”</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-tornado-and-house-5481332_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-tornado-and-house-5481332_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48171" width="359" height="239"/></a></figure></div> <p>My husband, a retired family physician, often heard similar requests about missing work. Today, though, he’s the speaker. Glaring at hail pelting our backyard, he dreads Indiana weather’s hormonal tantrums.</p> <p>I don’t blame him. While I enjoy gentle raindrop melodies, I dislike hail’s percussion. Poor spring flowers probably don’t appreciate that music, either.</p> <p>I settle deeper into my cozy robe and sofa seat, tapping on my laptop. One gloating glance from me, and Hubby might park beside me for a month. Maybe two.</p> <p>Past Aprils have dumped snow on us. Today, thunder, lightning and hail prevail. Will tomorrow bring a biblical plague of frogs?</p> <p>But spring peepers in nearby wetlands, the amphibian Mormon Tabernacle Choir, remain strangely silent. Perhaps they’re in a mucky mood too.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920-969x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48173" width="427" height="451" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920-969x1024.jpg 969w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920-284x300.jpg 284w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920-768x811.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920-624x659.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-blooming-crab-apple-crab-107097_1920.jpg 1313w" sizes="(max-width: 427px) 100vw, 427px" /></a></figure></div> <p>A born-and-raised Hoosier, I should accept this climatic insanity as normal.</p> <p>Golfers like our neighbor consider it an unfortunate par for the course. They crave the 70-degree April in which my son was born, with lilacs and crab apple blossoms dizzying us with fragrance.</p> <p>Or even the spring in which our daughter was born, when April blizzards morphed directly into 90-degree temperatures.</p> <p>Even without that extreme temperature change, panicked weather personnel have trumpeted tornado doom for our state.</p> <p>I appreciate their concern. Yet, how do we prepare for such climatic craziness?</p> <p>Plus, Floridians don’t face the wardrobe problems we brave. Hoosiers cannot retire cold-weather clothing, yet must jam closets with spring-friendly outfits. Do we choose a parka or spring raincoat? Woolies or sleeveless? Wearing layers works, but how many? And not even the most flexible Midwesterner pairs flip-flops with electric socks.</p> <p>Spring weather also scrambles food choices. If we bravely plan a barbecue, we may squint through a whiteout to see if the chicken’s done. Mother Nature, off her meds, may blow our grill to Cleveland.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="980" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920-1024x980.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48166" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920-1024x980.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920-300x287.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920-768x735.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920-624x597.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-grilling-frog-1708728_1920.jpg 1335w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure> <p>Surely, she’ll get over her snit soon. Sunshiny weather will last through a five-minute walk. My miserable diet, kept with swimsuit weather in mind, will prove worth it. Hubby, who persists in making desperate camping reservations, will set up our pop-up without joining our grill in Cleveland.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-knight-1572749_640.png"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210421-p-knight-1572749_640.png" alt="" class="wp-image-48160" width="248" height="462"/></a></figure></div> <p>For now, though, he must face Indiana weather as it is.</p> <p>“Take an umbrella,” I say.</p> <p>Hubby rolls his eyes. “It’s in my backpack.”</p> <p>“Do you have a snow shovel in the car? Boots? Food and water? This might turn into a blizzard.”</p> <p>“Check. Glad we had the air conditioning fixed last fall. Could be 90 by evening.”</p> <p>He dons his suit of armor.</p> <p>I open his helmet visor and kiss him goodbye. Now he’s prepared for anything — even an Indiana spring.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> What’s spring weather like in your state?</p> 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=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Not Mrs. Daniel Boone http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=48153 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:228d8b85-6910-6abb-c9a0-1fb42f3f1dcb Mon, 19 Apr 2021 17:14:39 -0400 O Lord, thank You for a beautiful, though somewhat frozen weekend of camping. Perhaps my Native American roots should steer me toward something more survivalist. But OMG, thank You for a pop-up with a heater! &#160;&#160; <p><strong>O Lord, thank You for a beautiful, though somewhat frozen weekend of camping. Perhaps my Native American roots should steer me toward something more survivalist. But OMG, thank You for a pop-up with a heater! </strong></p> <p><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Camper.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Camper.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-48154" width="659" height="331"/></a></figure></div> 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! Why I Am a Plant Person http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=47905 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:432482c5-7551-e696-34bc-4798ed459661 Wed, 14 Apr 2021 08:40:48 -0400 Before pet owners condemn me to deep doo-doo, please believe that I hold the utmost respect for animal lovers. They invest enormous amounts of time, money and love in their animal buds. One friend even shares hot fudge sundaes with her German shepherd. I’d share with my husband. On his birthday. But with a dog? [&#8230;] <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180620-p-ice-cream-sundae-616430_1920-cropped-vertical-575x1024-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180620-p-ice-cream-sundae-616430_1920-cropped-vertical-575x1024-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47908" width="184" height="328" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180620-p-ice-cream-sundae-616430_1920-cropped-vertical-575x1024-1.jpg 575w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180620-p-ice-cream-sundae-616430_1920-cropped-vertical-575x1024-1-168x300.jpg 168w" sizes="(max-width: 184px) 100vw, 184px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Before pet owners condemn me to deep doo-doo, please believe that I hold the utmost respect for animal lovers. They invest enormous amounts of time, money and love in their animal buds. One friend even shares hot fudge sundaes with her German shepherd.</p> <p>I’d share with my husband. On his birthday. But with a dog?</p> <p>Sorry. I don’t get it.</p> <p>Yes, God made sure Noah took animals aboard the Ark, though it soon would rain cats and dogs. However, plants would have required feeding only once every two weeks. The family wouldn’t have shoveled nearly as many, um, by-products.</p> <p>But the Lord counted on plants to take care of themselves — a big reason I’m a plant person.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180829-Carolyn-fern.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180829-Carolyn-fern.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47909" width="248" height="332" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180829-Carolyn-fern.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-repeated-from-180829-Carolyn-fern-225x300.jpg 225w" sizes="(max-width: 248px) 100vw, 248px" /></a><figcaption>My dear, departed fern was named Carolyn.</figcaption></figure></div> <p>I’ve never paper-trained a plant. They don’t nudge me at 5 a.m. to go outside. They don’t bark or jump on guests. Plants don’t lick.</p> <p>I haven’t lost a single new shoe to a plant’s fangs. Nor does my fern, unlike my daughter’s dog, shred the family’s underwear. If a plant outgrows its space, I can trim it. A plant will even hold still. (Just try this with a Lab.) I don’t scour neighborhoods for runaway plants or pay hefty shelter fees to bail them out. No vet appointments inflate my budget.</p> <p>Unlike horses, they cannot kick me in the head.</p> <p>Plants never eye me with the “Oh, is that you, peasant?” stare favored by most felines.</p> <p>My black-eyed Susans and tiger lilies engage in leaf-to-leaf combat for dominance, but they never yowl under my window during the wee hours.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-PlantsDen-cropped.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="244" height="458" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-PlantsDen-cropped.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47939" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-PlantsDen-cropped.jpg 244w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-PlantsDen-cropped-160x300.jpg 160w" sizes="(max-width: 244px) 100vw, 244px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Plants even diminish carbon dioxide and add oxygen to the air. Animals? The reverse.</p> <p>Admittedly, plants are not perfect. While they don’t bite, some boast nasty thorns. My child preferred to teethe on poisonous ones.</p> <p>Plants shed, but their shedding is localized. I don’t find a thousand leaves stuck to my Sunday morning attire.</p> <p>Plants also can be fussy as your Aunt Prilla Lou. They readily lay on wilt-guilt when I subject them to too much sun, not enough sun, too much moisture, not enough. Despite my friend’s assertion that “you can’t kill herbs,” I am a serial basil killer.</p> <p>That’s the biggest reason I am a plant person. I grieve the herbs I kill and the poinsettias that shrivel, but I rarely shed tears for them. I never conduct plant funerals, as I did for our children’s hamsters, ceremonies so numerous the neighbors suspected a cult.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-1024x1024.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47917" width="201" height="201" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-300x300.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-150x150.jpg 150w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-768x768.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-1536x1536.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920-624x624.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210414-p-Labrador-dog-2944964_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Hats off to folks who not only risk tears, but share sundaes with animal buds.</p> <p>Still, unless my daffodils ask outright for a taste, I’ll handle hot fudge by myself.</p> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Are you a plant or animal person? Both?</p> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Always Behind http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=47942 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:8caa22a7-9411-e8b4-2f34-2d115f3c298f Mon, 12 Apr 2021 08:56:37 -0400 O Lord, thank You for giving me three generations of special guys. Not sure why You granted them legs twice as long as mine or 100 times my energy. Nevertheless, OMG, thank You that we can hike and love Your creation together! <p><strong>O Lord, thank You for giving me three generations of special guys. Not sure why You granted them legs twice as long as mine or 100 times my energy. Nevertheless, OMG, thank You that we can hike and love Your creation together!</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210412-STeveDavidBoys.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210412-STeveDavidBoys.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47943" width="478" height="355"/></a></figure></div> 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;] Rendezvous with the Rain http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=47789 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:6eebeaa4-7337-8780-c693-a915f714058c Wed, 07 Apr 2021 08:16:25 -0400 “Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day!” Some preschoolers let weather spoil play-outside plans. But one warm, rainy spring day 60 years ago, my brother Ned and I begged to play outdoors. Mom, seeing no lightning — and desperate for peace — dressed us in bathing suits she’d sewed. Mine was the most [&#8230;] <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="683" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920-1024x683.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47794" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920-624x416.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-raindrops-drip-871152_1920.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure> <p>“Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day!”</p> <p>Some preschoolers let weather spoil play-outside plans. But one warm, rainy spring day 60 years ago, my brother Ned and I begged to play outdoors. Mom, seeing no lightning — and desperate for peace — dressed us in bathing suits she’d sewed. Mine was the most beautiful suit in the world, with ruffles on the rear.</p> <p>At the neighboring playground, we danced through God’s sprinkler system. Ned and I soared on swings, welcoming rain’s laughing pitter-patter. We experienced the joy of mud, chocolate-brownie-batter stuff we smeared on the merry-go-round and watched the rain scrub clean. We worried less about our own state. Mom almost locked us out.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignright size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-puddle-girl-904817_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="300" height="450" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-puddle-girl-904817_1920.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47791" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-puddle-girl-904817_1920.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-puddle-girl-904817_1920-200x300.jpg 200w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></figure></div> <p>Later, having sworn off mud baths, I still loved awakening to rain rhythms plunking on the roof. I sometimes avoided sibling anarchy with an early morning walk in the rain. At 10, I didn’t run outside in a homemade bathing suit with a ruffled butt. Instead, I ducked raindrops until I found an umbrella under the swing set, where my brothers had conducted parachute jumps.</p> <p>I strolled along wet, black roads where iridescent oil jewels gleamed. Silence ruled the slumbering village’s lush lawns and rainbow flowers. I breathed newly washed air and listened to raindrops skittering across my umbrella. Sometimes I talked to God. Sometimes neither of us said anything. I counted it a major triumph to return before my family awoke. We had managed this secret rendezvous, the rain and I.</p> <p>During young adulthood, love often turns to hate. I attended a college under a huge rain cloud with a permanent “on” switch. I spent a bundle on umbrellas because dastardly thieves stole the hundred I forgot in cafeterias.</p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="alignleft size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-umbrella-color-1457087_1280.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-umbrella-color-1457087_1280.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47793" width="234" height="156"/></a></figure></div> <p>Noah floods with 30,000 gloomy students wielding 30,000 umbrellas didn’t charm me like my childhood walks. Elevators, where we absorbed each other’s wet-dog fragrances, became danger zones. When the film, <em>Singin’ in the Rain, </em>was shown on campus, the student body flew to California and staged a sit-in at Gene Kelly’s house.</p> <p>Now an (ahem!) mature adult, I’ve shed youthful habits. I don’t lose umbrellas in cafeterias because I <em>am </em>the cafeteria. Loading groceries into my car amid a deluge, I gnash my teeth and weep.</p> <p>Yet even on this dreary April day, rain calls to me.</p> <p>I probably won’t play in the mud. Nor will I wear a bathing suit with ruffles on the rear. But before the nearby school erupts at three, I grab my umbrella.</p> <p>I know where deep puddles hide. Where wet tulips and daffodils will listen to quiet, spring songs in silence.</p> <p>I know the perfect route for my rendezvous with the rain.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="628" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920-1024x628.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47796" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920-1024x628.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920-300x184.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920-768x471.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920-1536x941.jpg 1536w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920-624x382.jpg 624w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/210407-p-wet-daffodils-flowers-4928452_1920.jpg 1669w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure> <p><strong>Your Extraordinary Ordinary:</strong> Do you love a rainy day?</p> 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=""/> OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Can’t Stop the Resurrection http://rachaelophillips.com/?p=47678 Rachael O. Phillips urn:uuid:e86008ee-20fc-3be3-5a16-470bb647d038 Mon, 05 Apr 2021 07:44:50 -0400 O Lord, my narrow-minded calendar declares Easter is over and done. But OMG, for days afterward, the springtime world will shout out Your Resurrection! Alleluia! <p><strong>O Lord, my narrow-minded calendar declares Easter is over and done. But OMG, for days afterward, the springtime world will shout out Your Resurrection! Alleluia!</strong></p> <div class="wp-block-image"><figure class="aligncenter size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Roadside-stone-tomb.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Roadside-stone-tomb.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47679" width="654" height="343" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Roadside-stone-tomb.jpg 400w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Roadside-stone-tomb-300x158.jpg 300w" sizes="(max-width: 654px) 100vw, 654px" /></a></figure></div> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/200316_crocus-snow-151229.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/200316_crocus-snow-151229.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47680" width="653" height="527"/></a></figure> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" width="1024" height="683" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683-1.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47681" srcset="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683-1.jpg 1024w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683-1-300x200.jpg 300w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683-1-768x512.jpg 768w, http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/190306-bare-trees-and-daffodils-3926251_1920-1024x683-1-624x416.jpg 624w" sizes="(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px" /></a></figure> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-resized"><a href="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/redbud-104910_640.jpg"><img loading="lazy" src="http://rachaelophillips.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/redbud-104910_640.jpg" alt="" class="wp-image-47682" width="651" height="434"/></a></figure> 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=""/> Winter Joys https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/winter-joys.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:c670ec14-4b4f-f6bb-95d8-7bbc74edee1d Tue, 09 Feb 2021 14:37:02 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCHRERFRLg/YCFac3POn5I/AAAAAAAAaCY/hL6woEzo7I8N82O7rbk8NgM5NGd1NZj9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148738713_10101166907755916_4331428578529975510_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCHRERFRLg/YCFac3POn5I/AAAAAAAAaCY/hL6woEzo7I8N82O7rbk8NgM5NGd1NZj9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/148738713_10101166907755916_4331428578529975510_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Snow set in this week and serious cold temperatures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUuDzwZFeNY/YCFtxbr6rMI/AAAAAAAAaDg/WZ1Xx48iOogFJeXnwp-Cg0Mdzss5xMGsQCPcBGAsYHg/s1024/2014-01-09%2B16.29.10-SNOW.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="1024" height="239" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUuDzwZFeNY/YCFtxbr6rMI/AAAAAAAAaDg/WZ1Xx48iOogFJeXnwp-Cg0Mdzss5xMGsQCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h239/2014-01-09%2B16.29.10-SNOW.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even so, Sunday afternoon we bundled up and hiked the Upland trail in 26 degree weather.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was challenging due to built up icy footprints. Later in the week Michael took the ATV and plowed a more even path.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G60U8E9R160/YCFpvFbYr7I/AAAAAAAAaCo/d9shn4sfXu8wMRNX2SxY2HREy2WLEAk1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/148134799_10101166962930346_7024141793364131681_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G60U8E9R160/YCFpvFbYr7I/AAAAAAAAaCo/d9shn4sfXu8wMRNX2SxY2HREy2WLEAk1ACLcBGAsYHQ/w310-h640/148134799_10101166962930346_7024141793364131681_o.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was our 51st wedding anniversary! It was a quiet day as we had already had a special getaway earlier in the week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple days ago, I came across a summary written years ago that can be so helpful to explain our love story.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5P_qU5pHikM/YCFyiz4cAxI/AAAAAAAAaD4/s9n68ckFbRgF0nyhdHerkVe9yHlZZK2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/147788597_10101166989881336_2240124165498781106_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1080" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5P_qU5pHikM/YCFyiz4cAxI/AAAAAAAAaD4/s9n68ckFbRgF0nyhdHerkVe9yHlZZK2qwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h450/147788597_10101166989881336_2240124165498781106_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like to have a reminder of what we look like each year. Photo credits go to our resident students. Do you have a favorite?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--17KYDzr1wY/YCFk9PX4BqI/AAAAAAAAaCg/5Ke5vuT9zS8UK22HSfHJsenVI66ySqC1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148264482_10101166945674926_2416854952287309666_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--17KYDzr1wY/YCFk9PX4BqI/AAAAAAAAaCg/5Ke5vuT9zS8UK22HSfHJsenVI66ySqC1wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/148264482_10101166945674926_2416854952287309666_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening the girls arrived back from their short break between J-term and Spring semester, and treated us to homemade pizza and tapioca pudding for our special day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh2awMRN78I/YCFr2_vYtGI/AAAAAAAAaCw/A7aeFKfspzUJfmZXytO4fa5T5cJG_A62wCLcBGAsYHQ/s826/147800925_10101166964861476_8294302289196563881_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="826" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yh2awMRN78I/YCFr2_vYtGI/AAAAAAAAaCw/A7aeFKfspzUJfmZXytO4fa5T5cJG_A62wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/147800925_10101166964861476_8294302289196563881_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sadly, I wasn't up early enough to get a "First Day of the Semester" photo of our two seniors, nor did I remember to get a photo memory of Monday Night Dinner. Moriah was able to join us this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, however, I did record a few of the fun moments with Rebecca. We had hoped to build a "snow-girl" but the conditions were not right. Instead we enjoyed a tromp through the woods and drawing in the snow.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmDfNtSvUqk/YCFsAslfw3I/AAAAAAAAaC0/LvgZaavGr_MswxxY2OHZAHf47dbt01VQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/147799030_10101166945625026_4223701009599597260_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmDfNtSvUqk/YCFsAslfw3I/AAAAAAAAaC0/LvgZaavGr_MswxxY2OHZAHf47dbt01VQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/147799030_10101166945625026_4223701009599597260_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, February 3, I came across photos of my recently-widowed friend's wedding. I forwarded the memories to her before noticing the date--it was what would have been their 31st anniversary!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkGRUzmseTA/YCFsNhzynnI/AAAAAAAAaC8/Bma0WtOTgEoFrsFlgpu-3dqygyd9XaYhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148625813_10101166907855716_5396161370822997086_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="632" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkGRUzmseTA/YCFsNhzynnI/AAAAAAAAaC8/Bma0WtOTgEoFrsFlgpu-3dqygyd9XaYhACLcBGAsYHQ/w264-h400/148625813_10101166907855716_5396161370822997086_n.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday, February 4, was Leah's 48th birthday. We went out to lunch, and I forgot to take a picture, again! Perhaps that is indicative of our good time with no thought to interrupt it with a camera.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah's dear friend Amy from Doulos days, posted a sweet memory. I love the expressions on their faces. The occasion was Trevor and Manoli's wedding (from Australia and Spain respectively). Leah is wearing the flower girl outfit I made.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LosGfzOobI/YCFs1h1YehI/AAAAAAAAaDI/LapDybIDmF8pyqN1ErOL93hNz5qgmgYfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s828/148561343_10101166909257906_7809174976597579617_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LosGfzOobI/YCFs1h1YehI/AAAAAAAAaDI/LapDybIDmF8pyqN1ErOL93hNz5qgmgYfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/148561343_10101166909257906_7809174976597579617_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our family has had many and varied adventures, indeed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Michael has played many different roles over the years. Here is one of the latest--performing surgery on Kendra's foot, ha! Actually just puncturing a blister to ease the discomfort as she runs and prepares for a marathon. He also draws from his own marathon experiences to coach her. (BTW, the drama was faked. She is a film major after all!)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UPqQMdQNy0/YCFtSWzGnrI/AAAAAAAAaDQ/q-qHBBcwFxkcdKbLes-kCJ5rtGGTfQ0kACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148235669_10101166907890646_6390764473193618626_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UPqQMdQNy0/YCFtSWzGnrI/AAAAAAAAaDQ/q-qHBBcwFxkcdKbLes-kCJ5rtGGTfQ0kACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/148235669_10101166907890646_6390764473193618626_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday's highlight was the annual birthday shopping trip with grandson Elijah (16). I enjoyed it all the more because he drove.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2VKr5qoYxg/YCFth7tIMrI/AAAAAAAAaDc/lqous71SCWQKvk9dVpRncw2aqEixE2gngCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/148161286_10101166909138146_8015641073764257179_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="960" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2VKr5qoYxg/YCFth7tIMrI/AAAAAAAAaDc/lqous71SCWQKvk9dVpRncw2aqEixE2gngCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h344/148161286_10101166909138146_8015641073764257179_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was great fun to visit with the rest of the family and have a tour of the house to see the many changes and improvements.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jude was eager to show off his latest Tinker Crate Water Fountain. Amazing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I met the pets, Charlie and Todd!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wGy8fEBJi4/YCFuFeGItdI/AAAAAAAAaDw/KPi96Sxa0Cgn-URDXW9f0y3pj68UTEuFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/148045161_10101166951902446_6203169507845087147_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wGy8fEBJi4/YCFuFeGItdI/AAAAAAAAaDw/KPi96Sxa0Cgn-URDXW9f0y3pj68UTEuFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/148045161_10101166951902446_6203169507845087147_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's what Stephan was up to this week--an ice carving demo for an Amish Market in Ohio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWCSCCq4zOc/YCLhpZ57XlI/AAAAAAAAaEA/1zv0l02Km6wEqWsKJlwNfteNiQ_lXNmRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/147824762_10101166945714846_3614167407507013937_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWCSCCq4zOc/YCLhpZ57XlI/AAAAAAAAaEA/1zv0l02Km6wEqWsKJlwNfteNiQ_lXNmRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w360-h640/147824762_10101166945714846_3614167407507013937_n.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What do you enjoy about Winter Wonderland?</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/neI-C8C-1HQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> End of Month One 2021 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/02/end-of-month-one-2021.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6ad48a0a-4af5-1911-2b7b-e7070d1ebabf Tue, 02 Feb 2021 13:25:04 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The bouquet Michael brought home midweek is lasting longer than I expected. Not so this first month of 2021!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHs0sEGWdAY/YBhGdrqz-lI/AAAAAAAAZ_0/Rs6EXtkTR-oBeu0dWEmrD66681GBnR-AgCLcBGAsYHQ/s810/145099051_10101163336926886_4103111834515772149_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="702" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHs0sEGWdAY/YBhGdrqz-lI/AAAAAAAAZ_0/Rs6EXtkTR-oBeu0dWEmrD66681GBnR-AgCLcBGAsYHQ/w277-h320/145099051_10101163336926886_4103111834515772149_n.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The last week in January started with Sunday services - always uplifting; a challenging afternoon hike through the woods; and an evening of cooking and baking. The girls took turns working with Michael to make their specialties or join in his inventions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLfKSLKL1Yc/YBhG0rA5WXI/AAAAAAAAaAA/coq3iwz_8_Ep0-MshFzQ1GsbDu1-LgvZACLcBGAsYHQ/s909/142571211_10101157825287256_6088110357734611518_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="909" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLfKSLKL1Yc/YBhG0rA5WXI/AAAAAAAAaAA/coq3iwz_8_Ep0-MshFzQ1GsbDu1-LgvZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142571211_10101157825287256_6088110357734611518_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kendra's "Cambodian Ramen Noodles" and her family specialty "Forgotten Cookies"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ2x1GIc27M/YBhG73UKP1I/AAAAAAAAaAE/gT6grdJ8_8IjClQulRT84zNhOeIbt626QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145047771_10101163297895106_2122577093790870503_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ2x1GIc27M/YBhG73UKP1I/AAAAAAAAaAE/gT6grdJ8_8IjClQulRT84zNhOeIbt626QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/145047771_10101163297895106_2122577093790870503_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael and Moriah's "Berries and Pudding" pies</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T02pX_yMWgc/YBhG75Q042I/AAAAAAAAaAI/oI_0H4cwyYUU6MH1WpUywfk-6-d1aghGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145395344_10101163297954986_8451211376315941518_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T02pX_yMWgc/YBhG75Q042I/AAAAAAAAaAI/oI_0H4cwyYUU6MH1WpUywfk-6-d1aghGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/145395344_10101163297954986_8451211376315941518_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics program is in full swing, though very different from other years--fewer students, reduced meeting times, same robot undergoing improvements, and no official FIRST events. The few faithful students seem to be learning and enjoying the experience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUsznAEbLxI/YBhHYstEsyI/AAAAAAAAaAU/6jy8NGeYpFsb5OjKqoJguBr-Efrwkba3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145457167_10101163337485766_6613749595371235350_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="716" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUsznAEbLxI/YBhHYstEsyI/AAAAAAAAaAU/6jy8NGeYpFsb5OjKqoJguBr-Efrwkba3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w299-h400/145457167_10101163337485766_6613749595371235350_n.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael has spent many hours at the shop preparing, making parts, repairing equipment, and assisting Moriah. The J-term senior project class required her to put in 40 hours a week. Her experience and skills were best utilized welding sections of the huge structure they are building. She spent many hours and days in the cold building adjacent to the PhyXTGears shop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5v2slMeihs/YBhKT3tQTlI/AAAAAAAAaBY/D3N8CS0QLDMRp14y7kL6SI8obMhvEyfpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/144464094_10101163350619446_664266304797697719_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5v2slMeihs/YBhKT3tQTlI/AAAAAAAAaBY/D3N8CS0QLDMRp14y7kL6SI8obMhvEyfpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w310-h640/144464094_10101163350619446_664266304797697719_o.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca was here one afternoon and I experimented on her to learn how to use the very clever turtle hair piece Michael made me for Christmas. (Some of you may know that I have a turtle collection.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUZGhi9jE80/YBhHmlaLKXI/AAAAAAAAaAY/1yAbe99z6ds5GnYoZ_S-y5DyuKecdxeCwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/145213918_10101163337695346_1287422919477755062_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUZGhi9jE80/YBhHmlaLKXI/AAAAAAAAaAY/1yAbe99z6ds5GnYoZ_S-y5DyuKecdxeCwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/145213918_10101163337695346_1287422919477755062_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, how do you like this hair piece? New Week, New Beginnings https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/new-week-new-beginnings.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:269ab283-6a9b-c8a9-06f5-e6b68c21d84b Tue, 26 Jan 2021 12:34:50 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A favorite photo surfaced this week, especially because of the caption: "It's a wonderful day to break ground." Stephan and Karen's loooong-awaited building project has begun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMqArmAu2Y4/YBA3eMYqfKI/AAAAAAAAZ9Y/3Giek2JPoFIvh2cMfd6Fx1KLsxne40ragCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/143092039_10101157825965896_6185630472428842704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMqArmAu2Y4/YBA3eMYqfKI/AAAAAAAAZ9Y/3Giek2JPoFIvh2cMfd6Fx1KLsxne40ragCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/143092039_10101157825965896_6185630472428842704_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another long process also began this week. Leah was pronounced cancer free last week and began taking a very strong medication this Monday. It is a long term treatment meant to prevent recurrence by 25%. She and Jimmy had a teaching session with the oncologist to learn how to handle it. Leah's notes explain how the drug works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE1Q-hdAJXA/YBA3zYmElWI/AAAAAAAAZ9g/wM24delFdOMdejVvbyWUcQvffFoRUuq6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142576044_10101157826539746_4164277237648701627_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE1Q-hdAJXA/YBA3zYmElWI/AAAAAAAAZ9g/wM24delFdOMdejVvbyWUcQvffFoRUuq6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142576044_10101157826539746_4164277237648701627_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday also marked another beginning. My dearest Argentine friend's husband passed away. I love the photo I received of Aldo holding a friend's granddaughter and his beautiful smile. I wrote about my friend Mirtha <a href="https://www.facebook.com/meemawrita/posts/536791196984750">here</a>. Her grief became almost unbearable by the fact that she was not allowed to see him the last ten days when he was hospitalized. Unable to communicate directly with my friend was heavy for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IjlAR-hry0/YBA4EWFZTTI/AAAAAAAAZ9s/5gTeR2w9sa49tI5hnNPvuCpWCDFbOzVEACLcBGAsYHQ/s933/142669319_10101157826065696_4480199893118509805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="644" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2IjlAR-hry0/YBA4EWFZTTI/AAAAAAAAZ9s/5gTeR2w9sa49tI5hnNPvuCpWCDFbOzVEACLcBGAsYHQ/w276-h400/142669319_10101157826065696_4480199893118509805_n.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A bright spot for me was to share Tuesday afternoon with my own greatgranddaughter. Rebecca and I watched the Basics Jr. video telling the story of Jesus' interaction with a woman who was unloved and hated, and His offer of living water to quench her soul thirst and continually satisfy her longings. Amazing love! We tried to make a well, a jug, and people out of Play-Doh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BibKTfgD4wI/YBA4QVTtujI/AAAAAAAAZ90/o6gf_eu8f_cDdibwetUUAifPfih-PMHGACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/143032441_10101157826479866_29035963500559167_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BibKTfgD4wI/YBA4QVTtujI/AAAAAAAAZ90/o6gf_eu8f_cDdibwetUUAifPfih-PMHGACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/143032441_10101157826479866_29035963500559167_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael found yet another place for us to hike--the Wilderness Park in Hartford City. We explored it Wednesday afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpISvge-vCY/YBA4kuc5AmI/AAAAAAAAZ98/uWHV4zAHmtYapK41uUiKbKaUzYlIrjLBACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142676221_10101157826370086_5538189374090905278_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpISvge-vCY/YBA4kuc5AmI/AAAAAAAAZ98/uWHV4zAHmtYapK41uUiKbKaUzYlIrjLBACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/142676221_10101157826370086_5538189374090905278_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were ready and hungry for Kendra's promised treat--a Cambodian meal, coconut curry over rice. Yum!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8WQSWf9sN0/YBA4qHiRrfI/AAAAAAAAZ-A/RwzvI-boSAcDJ9Mo8crkJoDIYMquVzQDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142571335_10101157826320186_3561807764108037522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8WQSWf9sN0/YBA4qHiRrfI/AAAAAAAAZ-A/RwzvI-boSAcDJ9Mo8crkJoDIYMquVzQDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142571335_10101157826320186_3561807764108037522_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael still likes to ride his bike if time and weather allow. Thursday afternoon was one of those opportunities. I was interested to notice from the jersey he wore, that we had done the Hilly Hundred event in Southern Indiana back in 2001, probably the first of several.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ED9M0-k-coU/YBA6WRnzkWI/AAAAAAAAZ-U/CFcRSfFk6zAGAYUrkf-Bg-t9xGmdYzDbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142797933_10101158882279036_1788350724868641507_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ED9M0-k-coU/YBA6WRnzkWI/AAAAAAAAZ-U/CFcRSfFk6zAGAYUrkf-Bg-t9xGmdYzDbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142797933_10101158882279036_1788350724868641507_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I really wanted to know, I could consult our many Meemaw Moments books to find out the total number. Years ago I replaced the annual albums with hard copies of my blog. This week the 2019 and 2020 volumes arrived. I had missed ordering one last year, so jumped at the opportunity of an almost two for one deal early in January.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-747AXQ6JXK0/YBBKMqKonZI/AAAAAAAAZ-s/MJMHZ4E3mZceg3JD67GubLKYuOIv2yHNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142813019_10101157826414996_1381755100428797250_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="960" height="250" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-747AXQ6JXK0/YBBKMqKonZI/AAAAAAAAZ-s/MJMHZ4E3mZceg3JD67GubLKYuOIv2yHNgCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h250/142813019_10101157826414996_1381755100428797250_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning, I volunteered at Helping Hand. I always come away with a few special finds. Among other things I found two pairs of shoes for this little guy, a great excuse to stop by for a visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had fun banging on the overturned hamper like a drum. And he walked to me and smiled a whole lot. An added bonus was as I was kneeling on the floor and Ruff the big dog sat next to me and gently put his paw on my shoulder!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZrtnnLxqRU/YBA6iRbQ4lI/AAAAAAAAZ-Y/l-IBOCO-lIw19S622v-M5xc3MJ8p1vUwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142602133_10101157825491846_5286949448284954453_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZrtnnLxqRU/YBA6iRbQ4lI/AAAAAAAAZ-Y/l-IBOCO-lIw19S622v-M5xc3MJ8p1vUwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142602133_10101157825491846_5286949448284954453_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The day ended with a painting event for the "We Live In The Same House" group, as our chat line is called. It was a Taylor Coffee and Canvas deal that the girls picked up for our evening entertainment as a "family."&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TloLBV_qSKQ/YBA6qiQGKxI/AAAAAAAAZ-g/8Z51vb2Uw_Mqty7A_2oYpSD9O89qF0UoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/142942338_10101157825357116_8293886792065884610_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="960" height="388" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TloLBV_qSKQ/YBA6qiQGKxI/AAAAAAAAZ-g/8Z51vb2Uw_Mqty7A_2oYpSD9O89qF0UoQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h388/142942338_10101157825357116_8293886792065884610_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We followed a tutorial, supposedly for beginners, with varied results. A very enjoyable experience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the fun and serious expressions.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGIpfVV8GWQ/YBBQ3VqRJUI/AAAAAAAAZ-0/Xl9GE-Jw7MY_NdDdOfsAkerHjy-NwDQ8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/142906785_10101157820891066_7360885009184438138_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGIpfVV8GWQ/YBBQ3VqRJUI/AAAAAAAAZ-0/Xl9GE-Jw7MY_NdDdOfsAkerHjy-NwDQ8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142906785_10101157820891066_7360885009184438138_o.jpg" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgH3uT4oT7Q/YBBQ3f6wtoI/AAAAAAAAZ-4/2dD7mv3uOIYAivRsIuCYb-mkGdS8Sr8EwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1321/142555323_10101157817393076_3445888930110299900_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgH3uT4oT7Q/YBBQ3f6wtoI/AAAAAAAAZ-4/2dD7mv3uOIYAivRsIuCYb-mkGdS8Sr8EwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/142555323_10101157817393076_3445888930110299900_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And that was the end of January full-week # 3.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/S18T1oTfpWg" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Let’s Get Tech-y: Removing Double Spaces between Sentences https://lindaktaylor.com/2021/01/24/lets-get-tech-y-removing-double-spaces-between-sentences/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:3da2a2e9-a932-1867-0c38-b81127f88e0f Sun, 24 Jan 2021 18:37:54 -0500 It&#8217;s a difficult habit to break. If you learned to type on a typewriter (as I did), you were taught to put a double space between sentences. Now, however, that&#8217;s incorrect and will be problematic when you send in that submission. Editors expect that you won&#8217;t do this. Why did we (ahem, old folks) learn [&#8230;] Keeping on keeping on https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/keeping-on-keeping-on.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:6eb56b31-0dd7-24d3-03e4-c936e8759852 Wed, 20 Jan 2021 11:56:06 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We've had occasional snow flurries or snowfalls, not much not long lasting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cisW1XIHTtA/YAcLFRzr8pI/AAAAAAAAZ7I/JTRRkLwdAxsB_gS_-53_I3fZujL8XjRPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/56178676_10100744536526246_9015183865232228352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="238" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cisW1XIHTtA/YAcLFRzr8pI/AAAAAAAAZ7I/JTRRkLwdAxsB_gS_-53_I3fZujL8XjRPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/56178676_10100744536526246_9015183865232228352_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hiking opportunities continue unhindered by the weather. We enjoy trying different views and challenges. One day we went back to the Bloodroot Trail and another time tried a new access point to the Cross Country trail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ie7-Dx8I3IE/YAcMc9Bi7pI/AAAAAAAAZ7Q/1XyJnuLUKLsFAroH0azcZuM8LWyafKJ1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139835906_10101150424992506_2299513223867619823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ie7-Dx8I3IE/YAcMc9Bi7pI/AAAAAAAAZ7Q/1XyJnuLUKLsFAroH0azcZuM8LWyafKJ1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139835906_10101150424992506_2299513223867619823_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I look forward to meeting times with my neighbor friend Petey. This week their granddaughter was staying with them, so at the end of our breakfast outing, Jim and Edna came to pick up Nana and I got this sweet photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKAZrAK-ZJA/YAcM5-BpUUI/AAAAAAAAZ7g/2s2f0HCQVqgbRjSF72MaMY_nCNjwRZQugCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140030462_10101150425062366_7632860081495238202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="721" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKAZrAK-ZJA/YAcM5-BpUUI/AAAAAAAAZ7g/2s2f0HCQVqgbRjSF72MaMY_nCNjwRZQugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140030462_10101150425062366_7632860081495238202_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another time I look forward to every week is with our great granddaughter Rebecca. She and I watch the Basics Bible story video, work with Play-Doh, color together, and then call Emily, her leader.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week, instead of Kayla picking Rebecca up here after her day at the library, we met at Elijah's birthday party here in Upland at Wandering Wheels (under new ownership, don't know if it has a different name).&nbsp; All enjoyed the swimming pool, but Rebecca didn't wander far in nor get involved in the games.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ9Kq-e9jy4/YAcN6Qv4P1I/AAAAAAAAZ8U/pduXK8ixh6slkkZHu5a_AEfkFSQcTDtFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139833848_10101150423964566_340503907250653155_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ9Kq-e9jy4/YAcN6Qv4P1I/AAAAAAAAZ8U/pduXK8ixh6slkkZHu5a_AEfkFSQcTDtFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139833848_10101150423964566_340503907250653155_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvMGXOWcrs/YAcN6ReWClI/AAAAAAAAZ8Q/04M6vm3WztsjFmdQ2XR12kXLeNAz-FMcACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140047612_10101150423889716_5134605974015224501_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXvMGXOWcrs/YAcN6ReWClI/AAAAAAAAZ8Q/04M6vm3WztsjFmdQ2XR12kXLeNAz-FMcACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140047612_10101150423889716_5134605974015224501_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There were interesting displays about the room representing Elijah throughout his 16 years. Notice the favorite funniest photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2aGagsoiGg/YAcNEoxnrNI/AAAAAAAAZ7k/D7Nt8OohOW4tf-3PA0xjYATACysc-8vmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140309779_10101150423779936_7036143945242558566_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2aGagsoiGg/YAcNEoxnrNI/AAAAAAAAZ7k/D7Nt8OohOW4tf-3PA0xjYATACysc-8vmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140309779_10101150423779936_7036143945242558566_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Over the weekend, our kitchen was turned into a biology lab as Kendra completed the last five labs of the online biology course she started over Christmas break. She stuck with it in marathon-fashion, another module and the exam the next day. Now she can focus on the courses for her major.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdwdTaNOBog/YAcNc_MuU4I/AAAAAAAAZ70/w1J9OK0U6AYQirUTJytDx66GFym1TfAZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139797733_10101150421938626_7765443563086397397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdwdTaNOBog/YAcNc_MuU4I/AAAAAAAAZ70/w1J9OK0U6AYQirUTJytDx66GFym1TfAZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139797733_10101150421938626_7765443563086397397_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She did take a break Sunday to go to church, and eat, of course. We had invited a friend for dinner. Both went down to the pottery room and chose one of&nbsp; Michael's recently thrown and glazed Upland mugs.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP-qUeP2I80/YAcNqaN04KI/AAAAAAAAZ78/AHqZFUj6H7QyyuuB2o6VF0ebW80ZTQDIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139800718_10101150421863776_2052508712601701861_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP-qUeP2I80/YAcNqaN04KI/AAAAAAAAZ78/AHqZFUj6H7QyyuuB2o6VF0ebW80ZTQDIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139800718_10101150421863776_2052508712601701861_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1-f-VjOnKY/YAcNqcDBIJI/AAAAAAAAZ8A/7ixbi9PQ0IsR-1fcMs2i6ZPoX8p6K0L2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139934699_10101150421903696_200863233127636424_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1-f-VjOnKY/YAcNqcDBIJI/AAAAAAAAZ8A/7ixbi9PQ0IsR-1fcMs2i6ZPoX8p6K0L2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/139934699_10101150421903696_200863233127636424_n.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of Kendra's major. . . we were able to view some of her films, including the Redeye produced last week which ended with scenes on our porch. Here are a couple of the frames.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUKwfTFNv-Q/YAhahZHuP9I/AAAAAAAAZ8o/7UnD-3rHWYwwGREXGgDATwXL9T5762gFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140705298_10101151702951466_787571981808461008_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="827" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUKwfTFNv-Q/YAhahZHuP9I/AAAAAAAAZ8o/7UnD-3rHWYwwGREXGgDATwXL9T5762gFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140705298_10101151702951466_787571981808461008_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIbZoQaBeTM/YAhahWW1V7I/AAAAAAAAZ8s/G_ZX5RuyoDIhxXz5iwdAu_QT8UAACXWowCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/140715498_10101151702996376_4415191173413171019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIbZoQaBeTM/YAhahWW1V7I/AAAAAAAAZ8s/G_ZX5RuyoDIhxXz5iwdAu_QT8UAACXWowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/140715498_10101151702996376_4415191173413171019_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sadly, Moriah was exposed to the virus so is quarantining away from Taylor and us for a few days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among the pics and memories that surface on Facebook was this special photo of the professors I worked for as secretary years ago. Three of them are no longer with us, others have retired or moved elsewhere. Only one remains in the BSCP (Biblical Studies, Christian Ministries and Philosophy) department.&nbsp;</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_JqRb2i8pk/YAcO8pS33VI/AAAAAAAAZ8g/pHtURfoVOhUYCCMqxTKFSDsiUXCHm-ONwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/139903042_10101150425147196_7232876504333868315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_JqRb2i8pk/YAcO8pS33VI/AAAAAAAAZ8g/pHtURfoVOhUYCCMqxTKFSDsiUXCHm-ONwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/139903042_10101150425147196_7232876504333868315_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xMWkgXRVEqo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Epiphany https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/epiphany.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:fc2ff62a-fbbe-7e75-0f9a-16ef3aeeae85 Tue, 12 Jan 2021 15:04:30 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">We usually keep the Christmas decorations up until January 6 (Epiphany,&nbsp;</span><i style="text-align: left;">Día&nbsp;de Reyes, </i><span style="text-align: left;">Three Kings Day). The tree still stands, but ornaments are gone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cqs7m78xOA/X_x83ke3-HI/AAAAAAAAZ4s/_cUQxgMa18Eu9U-HwkpL4L95tfC0m0BjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138167226_10101147375857996_5030094549848230396_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cqs7m78xOA/X_x83ke3-HI/AAAAAAAAZ4s/_cUQxgMa18Eu9U-HwkpL4L95tfC0m0BjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138167226_10101147375857996_5030094549848230396_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The root meaning of Epiphany is "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;">an experience of a sudden and striking realization." It proved true as we watched the events of the day unfold in our nation's capital.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;">Not sudden or surprising, was the start of another J-term for the two students now living with us. Here is Kendra's first-day-of-school photo as she eats a quick breakfast. Moriah was out the door already, so no picture.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQdT5VqA-Yg/X_38oWtfLlI/AAAAAAAAZ6c/AaHM-qv-wY4MRKIdN5Z1Go3f0OiZG5-fgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138460054_10101147375992726_5821787594755357260_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="748" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQdT5VqA-Yg/X_38oWtfLlI/AAAAAAAAZ6c/AaHM-qv-wY4MRKIdN5Z1Go3f0OiZG5-fgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138460054_10101147375992726_5821787594755357260_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Other than the lively excitement that the two young women add to our household, our routines are fairly normal. Michael is very intentional about exercise. Can you see him on his bike?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLn8Y-L2M2k/X_x9S5afoNI/AAAAAAAAZ5A/hRmBvU9xmM0Wk7rBiDP0FJ2GHSLg7lQYACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138190536_10101147375957796_1180362442091012457_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="960" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLn8Y-L2M2k/X_x9S5afoNI/AAAAAAAAZ5A/hRmBvU9xmM0Wk7rBiDP0FJ2GHSLg7lQYACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h296/138190536_10101147375957796_1180362442091012457_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've enjoyed hiking together a few times this week.&nbsp; I am grateful for the "push" I needed to get out and walk. Michael is thankful that he is pain free. There was a time he could not walk very far without feeling it in hip and leg.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QujUZQx7h5g/X_x9htcBpBI/AAAAAAAAZ5M/gCxGY0ShJHQnTHv6pPjYhDXVH_FRdF31wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138554866_10101147375483746_8588728059255331658_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QujUZQx7h5g/X_x9htcBpBI/AAAAAAAAZ5M/gCxGY0ShJHQnTHv6pPjYhDXVH_FRdF31wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138554866_10101147375483746_8588728059255331658_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efCdsb8TJEc/X_yoyYBBe7I/AAAAAAAAZ58/E4DfE-uFIWk_lzzWphxH4ebZCBHXnCyaACLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/137074764_875946546495556_2734070742333663413_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="976" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-efCdsb8TJEc/X_yoyYBBe7I/AAAAAAAAZ58/E4DfE-uFIWk_lzzWphxH4ebZCBHXnCyaACLcBGAsYHQ/w155-h320/137074764_875946546495556_2734070742333663413_n.jpg" width="155" /></a></div>A&nbsp; snowman on the TU Cross Country trail? Someone's been here before us!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We continue to exercise our brain with a game or two every night. However, Moriah gave us the Cities Expansion to Splendor for added variations.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zasZiJe9Ku8/X_x9a_hIzFI/AAAAAAAAZ5I/b3JQcEsbmvU7vpPmRnjmfnFQXBiU1T19wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/136133277_1102845173469955_7976760083324955354_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zasZiJe9Ku8/X_x9a_hIzFI/AAAAAAAAZ5I/b3JQcEsbmvU7vpPmRnjmfnFQXBiU1T19wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136133277_1102845173469955_7976760083324955354_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday night was an exciting event for Kendra. As a film major, she was directing one of the seven groups that had to produce a five-minute film in 24 hours. The event is called the "Red Eye." Apparently her crew used our porch for their set at 4:00 AM. We were sleeping, of course, and didn't hear a thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She came back to get dressed up for the showing Saturday evening. Community members are not allowed on campus yet, so we are eagerly waiting to view the YouTube version.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4UqGHjl7yY/X_x9pPIEVOI/AAAAAAAAZ5Q/dGBjVu9tYtc0sm5I08Y79EAGaYweHXS6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/137024603_417506382903021_6089537637016308649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="976" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4UqGHjl7yY/X_x9pPIEVOI/AAAAAAAAZ5Q/dGBjVu9tYtc0sm5I08Y79EAGaYweHXS6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w194-h400/137024603_417506382903021_6089537637016308649_n.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rest of Michael's Christmas gift arrived this week. I felt he needed to look official as he cooks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJR0KJvIKpY/X_x92QwOXiI/AAAAAAAAZ5Y/BW_bW_qGhzsjcMwjVf9X5RwBuis7DZmnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138477903_10101147375214286_2488909872181381913_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJR0KJvIKpY/X_x92QwOXiI/AAAAAAAAZ5Y/BW_bW_qGhzsjcMwjVf9X5RwBuis7DZmnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138477903_10101147375214286_2488909872181381913_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon we hiked a trail at the Ouabache State Park. We went around the bison pen hoping to catch a glimpse of some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCQ5ORiRDn8/X_yrFKe_uQI/AAAAAAAAZ6U/Pdq8arsh7n0HcaBxdJn_lXnUaoZzR7tLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138530835_10101147375154406_1552416866604188793_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCQ5ORiRDn8/X_yrFKe_uQI/AAAAAAAAZ6U/Pdq8arsh7n0HcaBxdJn_lXnUaoZzR7tLQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/138530835_10101147375154406_1552416866604188793_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While we're on the topic of animals, here are three strange creatures that showed up that night while we were playing a game with three Taylor students. Can you name them?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YA_bauksVY/X_x-nhQucWI/AAAAAAAAZ5s/PATuFXTnr_0DbqLXSe7AtaIYnsIXV1bVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/138218148_5200252093325946_456635750500588894_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YA_bauksVY/X_x-nhQucWI/AAAAAAAAZ5s/PATuFXTnr_0DbqLXSe7AtaIYnsIXV1bVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/138218148_5200252093325946_456635750500588894_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kendra introduced us to a new game, the Titanic. Setting up the board takes almost as long as playing one round! It was fun but may go faster a second time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC38nuo2KOw/X_x-HDgUvSI/AAAAAAAAZ5k/3WfTRp7lOLIxOMc-c2iQ17RJI-b7gMTkwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/137056442_400846501213974_3129595823364071218_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC38nuo2KOw/X_x-HDgUvSI/AAAAAAAAZ5k/3WfTRp7lOLIxOMc-c2iQ17RJI-b7gMTkwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/137056442_400846501213974_3129595823364071218_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">And here's favorite&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">borrowed</span><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">pic of the week--Rebecca and Oreo the cat. I miss that girl!&nbsp;</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj6Klfp6fSQ/X_ypEj5Iu-I/AAAAAAAAZ6E/ymIY4yxhv1ET6VcwE2JCDTABksXfqzbPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/138317135_10101147375683346_1245646726314807995_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj6Klfp6fSQ/X_ypEj5Iu-I/AAAAAAAAZ6E/ymIY4yxhv1ET6VcwE2JCDTABksXfqzbPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/138317135_10101147375683346_1245646726314807995_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My favorite hymn to hum this week: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-hN740J6qA">O God Our Help in Ages Past</a>.</div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/O-glOhjeKOA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Entering 2021 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/entering-2021.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:26f45bae-6a0c-5a8e-f947-6c650c19c63f Wed, 06 Jan 2021 20:53:25 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael bought me a bouquet to cheer a wintry day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz6tZtPSUd8/X_Tbpfs7fQI/AAAAAAAAZ2o/FSMyRrE6-9Akr2fHxzcoC7QUYMwoQI6MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136646158_10101144463160066_132352401620405313_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz6tZtPSUd8/X_Tbpfs7fQI/AAAAAAAAZ2o/FSMyRrE6-9Akr2fHxzcoC7QUYMwoQI6MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136646158_10101144463160066_132352401620405313_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">He's gotten me out hiking/trekking a few times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Rangeline Nature&nbsp; Preserve in Anderson on Monday the 28th of December.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-xRhCYdxnQ/X_XqHt8w63I/AAAAAAAAZ4A/VXjzZuY2zE40_vPW2v9bhUojiphvny3oACLcBGAsYHQ/s1132/133784002_10101141232194946_3992619669063923800_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-xRhCYdxnQ/X_XqHt8w63I/AAAAAAAAZ4A/VXjzZuY2zE40_vPW2v9bhUojiphvny3oACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/133784002_10101141232194946_3992619669063923800_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nJSWobSM6Y/X_XqKvh46iI/AAAAAAAAZ4E/DVlLXc0uk3o1A-sX2QJ4BIU5aihv4NTsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/134703603_2803998446544289_1166289211897300363_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nJSWobSM6Y/X_XqKvh46iI/AAAAAAAAZ4E/DVlLXc0uk3o1A-sX2QJ4BIU5aihv4NTsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/134703603_2803998446544289_1166289211897300363_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Mounds State Park with a group of UCC Hikers on the 31st.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj0ALvIQJtw/X_TcGkLdZyI/AAAAAAAAZ20/GFMsA687usY3RvkpkgFQEu5RXJ-fueEcACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136635521_10101144463329726_4917363406706861850_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="960" height="281" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj0ALvIQJtw/X_TcGkLdZyI/AAAAAAAAZ20/GFMsA687usY3RvkpkgFQEu5RXJ-fueEcACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h281/136635521_10101144463329726_4917363406706861850_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7rZ1shDEY/X_X60B_gkhI/AAAAAAAAZ4Q/W9AtNC-XE2kA_PGqj8uXcY0imfEtw90kACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/135066954_3903768706300381_1250080812609932559_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WE7rZ1shDEY/X_X60B_gkhI/AAAAAAAAZ4Q/W9AtNC-XE2kA_PGqj8uXcY0imfEtw90kACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/135066954_3903768706300381_1250080812609932559_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Detamore Trail/ <a href="https://uplandareagreenways.org/">Main Street Trail</a> in Upland, Sunday afternoon, January 3.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLoX--Xf794/X_Tb3R0QzzI/AAAAAAAAZ2s/2r5cgVxBPUAibN-0vc5GJuTS74NfkIwfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136675100_10101144463269846_5523433775314226471_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="960" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NLoX--Xf794/X_Tb3R0QzzI/AAAAAAAAZ2s/2r5cgVxBPUAibN-0vc5GJuTS74NfkIwfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h344/136675100_10101144463269846_5523433775314226471_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My main occupation throughout the week was to clear out the extra bedroom, originally called the Argentina Room, which has become the sewing/craft/junk room. As I worked, took everything out, sorted, and purged, I listened to three books to help the tedium.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Louise Penny's latest <i>All the Devils Are here</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>--Wolf Hollow </i>by Lauren Wolk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--<i>The Apothecary's Daughter </i>by Julie Klassen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah was also clearing areas, sorting, purging. Shefound some of Grandma Hoyt's jewelry we are still dealing with. Any piece you are interested in, family, friends?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keULQHVATBw/X_TcSBhhV4I/AAAAAAAAZ28/AtP_ClDK2lEB1sQDUA-iIXVUcxz9GwkSACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136137919_10101144463299786_6694670193895264196_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keULQHVATBw/X_TcSBhhV4I/AAAAAAAAZ28/AtP_ClDK2lEB1sQDUA-iIXVUcxz9GwkSACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/136137919_10101144463299786_6694670193895264196_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both Leah and I are very happy with the results of our efforts. "Clearing our physical surroundings, helps clear head space too." to quote one son who stopped by this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael spent many, many hours sorting screws and many small items at the shop that were thrown together in the big move of a year ago. He also listens to books to while away the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And he faithfully makes time for exercise. The long rides with his Muncie biking buddies have continued even this late in the season. However, this last Saturday he ended up alone and rode 54 miles in 30 degree weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's no wonder his grandson gave him a trophy for Christmas<span style="text-align: center;">!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujyA1wqtz_0/X_Tc2VoMejI/AAAAAAAAZ3c/xv2vo4_fOocyYRuBNFVmKJy-2c-iWE2rACLcBGAsYHQ/s779/136337675_10101144463439506_5971752304180572649_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="501" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujyA1wqtz_0/X_Tc2VoMejI/AAAAAAAAZ3c/xv2vo4_fOocyYRuBNFVmKJy-2c-iWE2rACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136337675_10101144463439506_5971752304180572649_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFyeFIX8Oj8/X_TcmObZo9I/AAAAAAAAZ3M/eCR8QYiJYo07gARiY8Gll2ZC-77SpxAowCLcBGAsYHQ/s791/135894917_10101144463399586_4332659283209711586_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="690" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFyeFIX8Oj8/X_TcmObZo9I/AAAAAAAAZ3M/eCR8QYiJYo07gARiY8Gll2ZC-77SpxAowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/135894917_10101144463399586_4332659283209711586_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our new year 2021 brings another student to share our home and opens another season of robotics, although uncertain as to what it will look like.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Kick-Off is January 9. We will watch the simulcast and learn more this coming Saturday at the Matthews' shop from 11:00 AM to 4:00 PM.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I will close with a favorite pic of the week. Kalani, the baby of our family is over 9 months and will walk on his own any day now.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJEIWROBO9A/X_Tc8iFOlxI/AAAAAAAAZ3g/_ZB-kuwe2HY5qFjoun_H6xqerBv8ZA4VQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/136448586_10101144463229926_8354563123669139742_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJEIWROBO9A/X_Tc8iFOlxI/AAAAAAAAZ3g/_ZB-kuwe2HY5qFjoun_H6xqerBv8ZA4VQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/136448586_10101144463229926_8354563123669139742_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />Many changes are coming in his first year of life, yet he has no fear and total trust in his Dad and Mom who dote on him and are showing very natural skills as parents.<div><br /></div><div>We too have a loving Father and a Savior who promised us His peace.&nbsp;</div><div><i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">Peace</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">leave</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;with&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">;&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">my</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">peace</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;give to&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">. Not as the world gives do&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">I</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">&nbsp;give to&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">.</span></i></div><blockquote><div><i><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">Let not&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">you</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;">r hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.</span></span></i></div><div></div></blockquote><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, &quot;Segoe UI&quot;, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, &quot;Noto Sans&quot;, sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div>&nbsp;<p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/_CElrZaMoXM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Auld Lang Syne https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2021/01/auld-lang-syne.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4b8d6ca3-5259-82cf-fd7b-42516a8cdbc8 Sun, 03 Jan 2021 19:05:11 -0500 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMvxS_Y80dE/X_JaBxCUEhI/AAAAAAAAZ2Y/suImcGXBUU8re1iYFisrD29qKQZgjnBjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s245/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="205" data-original-width="245" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMvxS_Y80dE/X_JaBxCUEhI/AAAAAAAAZ2Y/suImcGXBUU8re1iYFisrD29qKQZgjnBjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The title means "old long since" or "days gone by" from a poem penned by Robert Burns, a Scottish poet, in 1788.&nbsp;</span></p><p>To transition from Christmas to New Year, I decided to share a long ago holiday memory my father wrote years ago remembering college days and his first Christmas break.&nbsp;</p><blockquote><p>In 1939, my brother Lowell and I decided to attend Bryan College, he as a sophomore and I as a freshman. Bob Culver, a brother-in-law, took us from Winona Lake to the center of Warsaw to board the bus for that 500 mile trip to Dayton, TN. When Mother kissed us goodbye she placed an envelope into our hands. When we opened it, we found 12 dollars she had managed to save for us. That was all we had for starting our college experience. The months flew by and soon came the time for Christmas vacation. With no money to purchase tickets to return to Winona Lake, we resigned ourselves to staying on campus and firing furnaces to earn our board and room.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>A day or two before Christmas, to our great amazement, a car from California with an older brother, Rex, and his wife, Laura, appeared on Bryan Hill. They had moved to California just a few months before. Now they decided to return East for Christmas and pick us up also, but with no previous word. We were soon on our way and arrived in Winona Lake very early Christmas morning then decided to announce our arrival by playing a Christmas carol on our horns outside Herman's large rented house on Chestnut St.&nbsp;</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>To be sure, we were all happy to see each other, but this sure complicated things for Herman. He was already taking care of Mother, two brothers and a sister who had not yet found a place to rent. I can still see Herman doing his best to help with household chores including the wash with the old wringer-type washing machine of those days. Since there was not sufficient room in his house, my brother-in-law prevailed upon his landlord to let us sleep in one room in the same house where he was renting an apartment. What an ice box!! Rex and Laura who had continued their journey to Ohio to visit her parents picked us up on their return trip and took us back to Bryan College.</p></blockquote><blockquote><p>Lowell and I heard later that when Bob Culver took us to the bus in Warsaw for Bryan, he was thinking: <i>These boys are either big fools or they are boys with extraordinary faith. </i>Well, we didn't have extraordinary faith, but neither were we fools--just look at the wife the Lord had prepared for me there!</p></blockquote><p>Interestingly, both siblings Lowell and Solon (my father), met their future wives at Bryan. In fact, the brothers and the two lovelies from same church in Evans City, PA, were in a sought-after vocal and instrumental quartet.</p><p>This memory seemed appropriate as we prepare to welcome students back from Christmas break. This time, not one, but two young women returning for their last semester.&nbsp;</p><p>Kendra, who grew up in a missionary family in Cambodia, joins Moriah who has been with us since her freshman year.</p><p>My greatest accomplishment of the week was to clear out the craft/junk room in preparation for its new occupant. I accomplished this great feat while listening to three good books.</p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/vYjxm-BKG-g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Submitting in 2021: Get It Done! https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/12/31/submitting-in-2021-get-it-done/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:1a86f333-03e5-a4fb-6802-865d3b7416ce Thu, 31 Dec 2020 14:00:32 -0500 I&#8217;ve been watching Twitter feeds in the #writingcommunity hashtag and seeing lots of folks post that 2021 is the year they will finally submit &#8212; to magazines or literary magazines or a book publisher. I say, YAY. GO FOR IT! You pour yourself into those words and you have something to say into the world. [&#8230;] Christmas https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/christmas.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:01084d9b-d9af-fb0f-1eaf-292403462594 Tue, 29 Dec 2020 11:37:02 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of three tables ready and waiting--tablecloth from the Basque Country.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBdaBzzpb2A/X-j--KlVp5I/AAAAAAAAZ0Q/1DPQXqHXC9MMSssR8x9Y9Q21WqmLnt9HwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/134192658_10101139431089376_2721727846853975977_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iBdaBzzpb2A/X-j--KlVp5I/AAAAAAAAZ0Q/1DPQXqHXC9MMSssR8x9Y9Q21WqmLnt9HwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/134192658_10101139431089376_2721727846853975977_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A change from Monday Night dinner--Sam's family rented a whole theatre room for a limited number to watch "A Christmas Story". Later, the boys opened an early present, slingshots. The photo caption: "Hope they don't shoot their eyes out!" was a perfect follow-up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P421oitoZaI/X-j_9kh3nfI/AAAAAAAAZ0o/g7qb6MLmipkTlQ4dUoH0wCYZ8NFVgtatQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132796260_10101137169426766_3653427470327242486_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P421oitoZaI/X-j_9kh3nfI/AAAAAAAAZ0o/g7qb6MLmipkTlQ4dUoH0wCYZ8NFVgtatQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/132796260_10101137169426766_3653427470327242486_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca "helped" me Tuesday while her mom was at the library. We did a variety of activities, including painting rocks.&nbsp; Any favorites? Which ones are Rebecca's? You may have to enlarge the photo to get the full effect of the bottom row.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6wSvlR_J1g/X-kAG3DpqJI/AAAAAAAAZ0s/UBwscpsmLPMpN0dkxBsRvsYxoH3EV19vQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1440/132871762_10101136967715996_4721952555231846420_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="1440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6wSvlR_J1g/X-kAG3DpqJI/AAAAAAAAZ0s/UBwscpsmLPMpN0dkxBsRvsYxoH3EV19vQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132871762_10101136967715996_4721952555231846420_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, her greatest accomplishment was to learn to play Splendor--the game that always sits at one end of our table ready for the nightly spousal contest. Surely she is not old enough, nevertheless smart enough!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwmpwKJorWw/X-kAG0b03SI/AAAAAAAAZ0w/9DSStvG3fg8qlzzwfwkGQ7b1PUSQ6PwBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132659435_10101137169202216_4461121951071111700_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwmpwKJorWw/X-kAG0b03SI/AAAAAAAAZ0w/9DSStvG3fg8qlzzwfwkGQ7b1PUSQ6PwBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132659435_10101137169202216_4461121951071111700_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Still had last minute shopping to do Wednesday, after another brief visit with <i>consuegra</i>&nbsp;Debby. One stop was nearby to this delightful folk singer, <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/">Mrs. Kate</a>. Her grandkids dragged out all the totes and cases full of her merchandise and helped me choose CDs and finger puppets for each of the grandkids. Then they performed a couple of songs.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xHYfbH_wJ4/X-kAYKQ8-TI/AAAAAAAAZ08/f26flDWULCY9_n71j36_X9BFqSkoKWpvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133750672_10101139430355846_8690663188614009768_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xHYfbH_wJ4/X-kAYKQ8-TI/AAAAAAAAZ08/f26flDWULCY9_n71j36_X9BFqSkoKWpvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/133750672_10101139430355846_8690663188614009768_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday Diane joined us for Stephan and Karen's annual Christmas Eve brunch. The group was smaller, but as always we enjoyed food, fun and fellowship.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgJO5r-QY0A/X-j_KRBaHKI/AAAAAAAAZ0U/V2Hvf_0AsgYcPKC7ZNI0cSbctXrVOkcswCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/134057178_10101139430560436_590461432043945976_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgJO5r-QY0A/X-j_KRBaHKI/AAAAAAAAZ0U/V2Hvf_0AsgYcPKC7ZNI0cSbctXrVOkcswCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/134057178_10101139430560436_590461432043945976_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you, Stephan and Karen!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2YFGAONXdc/X-j_eenNLPI/AAAAAAAAZ0g/JCp_tYUxmIoNXRiU_-9pf9BIllBTHppHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133590659_10101139449607266_8705693140960586524_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i2YFGAONXdc/X-j_eenNLPI/AAAAAAAAZ0g/JCp_tYUxmIoNXRiU_-9pf9BIllBTHppHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/133590659_10101139449607266_8705693140960586524_o.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Christmas Day was spent with Diane who stayed here through Sunday.</span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c79MODW2So/X-kCS20HO6I/AAAAAAAAZ1w/GtGMuSTOtrAYpBwwEjAEdDUE23DPrcz4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133590659_10101139431054446_1432810018045147041_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="685" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7c79MODW2So/X-kCS20HO6I/AAAAAAAAZ1w/GtGMuSTOtrAYpBwwEjAEdDUE23DPrcz4wCLcBGAsYHQ/w285-h400/133590659_10101139431054446_1432810018045147041_n.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the afternoon, Michael went with his hiking buddy to the Rangeline Nature Preserve in Anderson and covered 3 1/2 miles of trail at the expert and intermediate levels.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PaJtFG51Dx0/X-tM1DPMMoI/AAAAAAAAZ14/c2Vf9DGHr_gNxdH1KW9D_DgUm0EH4grZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="959" height="180" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PaJtFG51Dx0/X-tM1DPMMoI/AAAAAAAAZ14/c2Vf9DGHr_gNxdH1KW9D_DgUm0EH4grZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, back at the homestead, Diane and I were pleasantly surprised by a group of carolers and a plate of cookies--our neighbors, the Vosses, had walked over through the woods to surprise us!</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyNrmy9EvuU/X-kAweJnDVI/AAAAAAAAZ1E/ghtwsPQ_lfAPT7IOJG3IR4NXZCh1RXevwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133645155_10101139430909736_534801508012375761_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="960" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyNrmy9EvuU/X-kAweJnDVI/AAAAAAAAZ1E/ghtwsPQ_lfAPT7IOJG3IR4NXZCh1RXevwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h276/133645155_10101139430909736_534801508012375761_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was our ALL family gathering. For this year, that was our Christmas miracle. We hadn't been ALL together since Thanksgiving of 2018. The Krazy Kochs photo was my favorite! Notice our newest family member's pose.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q56jBcQu5OU/X-kBhDaZh8I/AAAAAAAAZ1c/Ko_v0tfC4s4ZNZvtpQl0RKrORZ-MrrqZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/The%2BKrazies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1280" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q56jBcQu5OU/X-kBhDaZh8I/AAAAAAAAZ1c/Ko_v0tfC4s4ZNZvtpQl0RKrORZ-MrrqZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/The%2BKrazies.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We so enjoyed remembering the story of Jesus' birth as read by Kayla and Rebecca, and then visualized for us by the new little family, Skye, Destiny and Kalani.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Kh4sfddFdo/X-kBg8I22RI/AAAAAAAAZ1U/qhdTx79HdKYLQjOM2Z5yCU7zqowPNVWpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133550290_10101139433469606_2776234513299260759_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Kh4sfddFdo/X-kBg8I22RI/AAAAAAAAZ1U/qhdTx79HdKYLQjOM2Z5yCU7zqowPNVWpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/133550290_10101139433469606_2776234513299260759_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHxQJLKnoLo/X-kBg1r7KbI/AAAAAAAAZ1Y/AGU0Ycts3Y8QV5R1seFyyz2_OzESj5HCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/133588747_10101139432905736_9012530455523922999_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="666" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHxQJLKnoLo/X-kBg1r7KbI/AAAAAAAAZ1Y/AGU0Ycts3Y8QV5R1seFyyz2_OzESj5HCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w278-h400/133588747_10101139432905736_9012530455523922999_n.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Diane asked the meaning of inn keeper, Michael was reminded of an early play on words. In response to a reading in first or second grade, he drew a house-of-sorts with a tree next to it and the name was "Come Inn."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am reminded of the song:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Into my heart, i</i><i>nto my heart,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Come in today, c</i><i>ome in to stay,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sadly, when God came in the flesh to dwell with us, he was not welcomed, "<span style="font-family: times;"><span class="text John-1-11" id="en-ESV-26045" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;">He came to&nbsp;his own,&nbsp;and&nbsp;his own people&nbsp;did not receive him."</span><span style="background-color: white;"><i>&nbsp;</i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(John 1:11)</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;">May our world today welcome Emanuel (=God with us), the promised one who was and&nbsp; is <i>"Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." </i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Isaiah 9:6)</span></span></span></div></div><p></p></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/xQGYvMspYSU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Third Week of Advent https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/third-week-of-advent.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:60ed0731-4e26-af79-f951-5a9894c005f8 Wed, 23 Dec 2020 10:38:46 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More greetings came in this week, each one special because of relationships with the senders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_4zr0n9lfs/X-K1EzDoZ8I/AAAAAAAAZyY/asUVZHqV0kwm-p28uWftFIRIkCh8nSmmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132339849_10101137169511596_3928017100821441528_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y_4zr0n9lfs/X-K1EzDoZ8I/AAAAAAAAZyY/asUVZHqV0kwm-p28uWftFIRIkCh8nSmmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132339849_10101137169511596_3928017100821441528_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last week of school before Christmas break was filled with special activities for Rebecca and probably for the other grands as well, but she's the only one we heard from. Monday was Christmas outfit day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Zy1qCWg3Lc/X-K18rWqk6I/AAAAAAAAZzE/k3VwfcdE1z4O1_5XmuyV_UYdHLqPNw1TwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131619954_10101133077252516_576143622481937393_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Zy1qCWg3Lc/X-K18rWqk6I/AAAAAAAAZzE/k3VwfcdE1z4O1_5XmuyV_UYdHLqPNw1TwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h320/131619954_10101133077252516_576143622481937393_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was Mix and Match day. It was also one of the days that Kayla works at the library. I had offered to pick up Rebecca after school on those days, to spend time here and do things together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB6pbApOZF0/X-K2DtosLII/AAAAAAAAZzI/AqeOKK3AhEgtmFRJH7BGTB7B1N8F7V-AQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1612/131692349_10207511974355204_3900638173985654364_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="843" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mB6pbApOZF0/X-K2DtosLII/AAAAAAAAZzI/AqeOKK3AhEgtmFRJH7BGTB7B1N8F7V-AQCLcBGAsYHQ/w334-h640/131692349_10207511974355204_3900638173985654364_o.jpg" width="334" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among other things, we went for a walk up the lane with the trash bin for Wednesday pick-up and back through the woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OdzTIEntS8/X-K1Nlo0YeI/AAAAAAAAZyc/Q0L8gAF0Zi0A6fdorCj4MeR6FCvyGPvFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132066426_10101135506629026_3463926425529198341_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9OdzTIEntS8/X-K1Nlo0YeI/AAAAAAAAZyc/Q0L8gAF0Zi0A6fdorCj4MeR6FCvyGPvFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/132066426_10101135506629026_3463926425529198341_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We do a variety of activities because the six-year-old attention span is not long. In fact, completing this puzzle took two or three sessions.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDnKBctzYlE/X-NULCXA0jI/AAAAAAAAZz0/k8-YKp0iC3cIVAhhAnl4ab9vAKoz_nKZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132231657_10101135506534216_3887815516504845800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDnKBctzYlE/X-NULCXA0jI/AAAAAAAAZz0/k8-YKp0iC3cIVAhhAnl4ab9vAKoz_nKZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132231657_10101135506534216_3887815516504845800_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday morning we awoke to 4" of snow, not 1" to 3" forecasted. So beautiful!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiR3NIj4_aU/X-K1YERHbBI/AAAAAAAAZyo/unJnfGZt300DEMlwvBYwhs35b86i20-swCLcBGAsYHQ/s1312/131896947_10224672742069527_2144457790404346184_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1312" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiR3NIj4_aU/X-K1YERHbBI/AAAAAAAAZyo/unJnfGZt300DEMlwvBYwhs35b86i20-swCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/131896947_10224672742069527_2144457790404346184_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The birds seem to enjoy the newness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBacTQReJRM/X-K1dXhNSvI/AAAAAAAAZyw/F-_YpOcuLoIQVkrJmg4CIdK1rdDXGdtHACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132007457_10101135506494296_4430523492165346206_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBacTQReJRM/X-K1dXhNSvI/AAAAAAAAZyw/F-_YpOcuLoIQVkrJmg4CIdK1rdDXGdtHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132007457_10101135506494296_4430523492165346206_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kalani experienced snow for the first time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bP5OzTy2-V0/X-K1jAhdjWI/AAAAAAAAZy4/1HGxpxT3QNE-KduWCAwLmp1UHDiat44cACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132201168_10101135506040206_1036831792661363264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bP5OzTy2-V0/X-K1jAhdjWI/AAAAAAAAZy4/1HGxpxT3QNE-KduWCAwLmp1UHDiat44cACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/132201168_10101135506040206_1036831792661363264_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Debby, my consuegra, and I had another fun visit. This time we enjoyed watching some of Stephan's cooking shows <a href="https://www.facebook.com/karen.koch.735/videos/10158393069381255">The Casual Chef Presents</a>&nbsp;and then shared a lunch of Michael's lentil soup and homemade bread!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvdLhFWet7U/X-K11iugaZI/AAAAAAAAZzA/qejQYRNGLhM5P5wM6_jj9iYce8YuzZylgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132037958_10101135505975336_1320592553280105535_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bvdLhFWet7U/X-K11iugaZI/AAAAAAAAZzA/qejQYRNGLhM5P5wM6_jj9iYce8YuzZylgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132037958_10101135505975336_1320592553280105535_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Rebecca and I made Thin-Mint Chocolate No-Bake Cookies which Michael raves about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, we attended the wedding of a former robotics student. In these different times the couple had to change their plans four times! We were invited, uninvited, and then re-invited when others on their list opted out. We felt very honored to enjoy the entire celebration in person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Vrc3sKE8pM/X-K2eqiIDHI/AAAAAAAAZzY/7GWyTtdgHuc645Oyz6Z-kSEKkW5ZDrDSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/132035616_10101135505890506_932356964018769536_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="1080" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Vrc3sKE8pM/X-K2eqiIDHI/AAAAAAAAZzY/7GWyTtdgHuc645Oyz6Z-kSEKkW5ZDrDSQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/132035616_10101135505890506_932356964018769536_o.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Moriah was also there, and in our "family" bubble. I took this picture.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSpL99_gEko/X-K2ejJ72BI/AAAAAAAAZzU/HJvkAuRpO_ktjFE88y0fTVEFC7cnFTg_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132032015_10101135505920446_2075426490026354404_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSpL99_gEko/X-K2ejJ72BI/AAAAAAAAZzU/HJvkAuRpO_ktjFE88y0fTVEFC7cnFTg_QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132032015_10101135505920446_2075426490026354404_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then she took this one:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hTf2Hrjh9k/X-K2eiTcDeI/AAAAAAAAZzc/fDpr3NyS0Awc9ng8zHDFgaL0aFmVRxf6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132028666_10101135505850586_8466393424611154262_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="914" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hTf2Hrjh9k/X-K2eiTcDeI/AAAAAAAAZzc/fDpr3NyS0Awc9ng8zHDFgaL0aFmVRxf6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w381-h400/132028666_10101135505850586_8466393424611154262_n.jpg" width="381" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In keeping with the times, our Christmas stockings are also social distancing in family groupings.&nbsp; ;-)&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nquYTnwIiNE/X-K2o0PDnQI/AAAAAAAAZzg/qBAilunqCxwXwbzJFn6Vukx3uHMyo3YYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/132611646_10101137168842936_2227007981963558465_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nquYTnwIiNE/X-K2o0PDnQI/AAAAAAAAZzg/qBAilunqCxwXwbzJFn6Vukx3uHMyo3YYgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/132611646_10101137168842936_2227007981963558465_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What adjustments are you making this Christmas?</div></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/A3S1EY8OPFI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> There’s A Baby in the Barn https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:b766f8a7-9f26-cb67-26e1-29de2a9299f6 Fri, 18 Dec 2020 17:08:36 -0500 <p>And a Christmas Party, December 19 Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ETSanta hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns! Click to Join the Party on Saturday There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p class="has-text-align-center" style="font-size:24px"><strong><span class="has-inline-color has-vivid-red-color">And a Christmas Party, December 19 </span></strong></p> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td>Christmas Party on Saturday!Facebook Live, 3:00 p.m. ET<br>Santa hats and ugly sweaters completely optional. <br>Join me for Christmas trivia, giveaways, and groan-worthy holiday puns!</td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><img src="https://ci5.googleusercontent.com/proxy/c-bR5aa7qn09cN_v9SoPffoHdy_c3ky-QMS2O4vm9qA7W92IGpW3_DoLRp_gKCXRh-TN3Zr9-zsGjWSUDJDAMI_u4pIDtdRTDReixvZhwtouWQV0RT-E1UiPBOSSv-Knt-zSyLyykKHJnTlVPGM4=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/3737399647f16fd03c50c19f79ac9bd7b24e52a8.jpeg" alt="" width="383.0789825970549"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table class="has-subtle-pale-green-background-color has-background"><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-left" data-align="left"><strong>There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</strong><br><br>Participating in the annual church Christmas pageant gave me the erroneous impression that the humble barn where Jesus was born was a quiet setting. The crowning moment of each December’s extravaganza was the Nativity scene. Dressed in bed sheets and their fathers’ oversized bathrobes, all the children solemnly sang Silent Night.<br><br>Then I moved to the country, got my own barn, and had my own birth in the stable.<br><br>It all began when drought forced a farmer to sell livestock, including a soft-eyed, pregnant mare.<br><br>“She’s just like Mary,” my children implored. “She needs a place to have her baby.”<br><br>So this innkeeper found room in our stable for the mother-to-be. A baby monitor allowed us to hear what happened in the barn during the night. Birds in the rafters supplied a cacophony of twittering, mice scampered through hay, and horses slurped their feed before rustling through straw to bed down. Once asleep, the horses groaned while they napped and passed gas so loud we thought the mare was giving birth, and dashed to the barn at 3:30 a.m.<br><br>Following weeks of false alarms, the baby was born in her own time on a night I was too sleep-deprived to tiptoe to the barn. What an exquisite wonder that morning to discover a newborn in the stable.<br><br>That&#8217;s why this year’s Christmas pageant was my favorite. &#8220;Let&#8217;s have live animals,&#8221; the music director crowed.<br><br>Opening night the staging was elaborate. The well-rehearsed choir took its place. The orchestra began on the downbeat. &#8220;Joy to the world,&#8221; the audience joined the choir as the words appeared on the overhead. &#8220;Let men their sons employ.&#8221;<br><br>Choreographed to mask the noisy rearrangement of animals on stage, the pianist&#8217;s solo was a wasted effort. The keyboard was unplugged. From behind the curtains, the audience heard the trainer smooching at the donkey who was reluctant to come on stage and was more reluctant to walk off.<br><br>The violinist&#8217;s microphone was not on, as the wise men bowed before the wailing Christ child. Mary and Joseph tried to look holy while sheep nibbled their robes, between burping and chewing their malodorous cud.<br><br>At that moment a runaway sheep left his post and dashed about the little town of Bethlehem. Engrossed by the drama, the drummer forgot to drum. The conductor looked up from conducting and paled as the speeding sheep fairly leapt into his arms.<br><br>By the second performance the “g” was added to sons, the keyboard and violin found their plugs, and fencing was added for the sheep. The rest of the performances went without hitch, but my favorite was opening night. It seemed a better reenactment of what probably happened in that starlit stable many years ago.<br><br><em>PeggySue currently has two horses because horses are like potato chips – you can’t have just one.</em></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td><img src="https://ci6.googleusercontent.com/proxy/n5RORoMGxxmP51-b-VS9HismJJ3i5I35DySXuCx-P8m_c6Tr_1jDD2wRuIitlVO0AUM_tUdUN0GKkm23pSEJBhBffYpA5Ht66rHjXLD28B4kUJC9541o9rh8-uUdJB6qivoNSntMrdCrY66GgyxW=s0-d-e1-ft#https://bucket.mlcdn.com/a/2064/2064596/images/4a8f4adf12ab6444da7af38211e111525d5233d4.jpeg" alt="" width="560"></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <figure class="wp-block-table"><table><tbody><tr><td class="has-text-align-center" data-align="center"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Peggy.Sue.Wells.Encouragement" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Click to Join the Party on Saturday</a></td></tr></tbody></table></figure> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/12/18/theres-a-baby-in-the-barn-2/">There&#8217;s A Baby in the Barn</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> The Gift of People https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/the-gift-of-people.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:d2f1db89-e00c-4b2f-c049-3e736bec4fc4 Tue, 15 Dec 2020 12:24:56 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Real physical greeting cards have meant more to me this season than ever before. Perhaps because they are fewer now with the ease and popularity of virtual means of communication. I do appreciate newsletters and season greetings in all formats, but the cards I look at are sweet daily reminders of the senders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ZZDkL_YPE/X9jPxX0iBTI/AAAAAAAAZwo/pZsyG53KjMgdoOPG1380gtkdOMlugQi2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131578270_10101133077327366_5228254869621615457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="881" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A2ZZDkL_YPE/X9jPxX0iBTI/AAAAAAAAZwo/pZsyG53KjMgdoOPG1380gtkdOMlugQi2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/131578270_10101133077327366_5228254869621615457_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">People and relationships are very important in my life. The photos this week reflect that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday I visited Leah to deliver a gift that arrived. Michael had sent for this outfit because "it screamed Leah!" She loves her animals, many cats, one loyal dog, Zeus. <i>I wonder what he thinks of all those cats?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqkjjKTpFSY/X9jRaw56LvI/AAAAAAAAZw0/rfSEjqLsk8EanDow_8MglPjFvJSBHdfcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s741/130704611_10157937601047934_6905247802146904211_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="581" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqkjjKTpFSY/X9jRaw56LvI/AAAAAAAAZw0/rfSEjqLsk8EanDow_8MglPjFvJSBHdfcQCLcBGAsYHQ/w314-h400/130704611_10157937601047934_6905247802146904211_n.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday after school, I picked up Rebecca from the library where her mother works. She helped me continue to decorate.. She discovered an ornament she painted when she was only two and a half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Her expression, surprise or . . . ?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_vy30WsUoY/X9jaBBlrhAI/AAAAAAAAZx0/RrILxoFdztMxA-FcjJ6SoqkVxZfYNsWzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1403/131888911_10101133077681656_4412204161000011698_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1403" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_vy30WsUoY/X9jaBBlrhAI/AAAAAAAAZx0/RrILxoFdztMxA-FcjJ6SoqkVxZfYNsWzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w292-h640/131888911_10101133077681656_4412204161000011698_o.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I saved one of Aunt Gladys' ornaments because it was so perfect for my friend Petey. She collects teapots and loves pearls. We had breakfast together at our favorite cafe. I am so grateful for her friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHllKM0cKaA/X9jRrpczLcI/AAAAAAAAZxA/93v2LVBn1yoDvs5aWMrB5IJ5l1hED9CowCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131629794_10101133077601816_8453198886833267621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHllKM0cKaA/X9jRrpczLcI/AAAAAAAAZxA/93v2LVBn1yoDvs5aWMrB5IJ5l1hED9CowCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/131629794_10101133077601816_8453198886833267621_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael steadily continues to work at the pottery project he began--to smooth, polish, glaze, and refire the UPland mugs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agSFLm6ZpiA/X9jSLPzOlfI/AAAAAAAAZxU/9Ny7yH3tr2EicKBgrPerjKouZkZ6OhQAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131619961_10101133077531956_8987746247052482698_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="788" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agSFLm6ZpiA/X9jSLPzOlfI/AAAAAAAAZxU/9Ny7yH3tr2EicKBgrPerjKouZkZ6OhQAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/131619961_10101133077531956_8987746247052482698_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday I enjoyed reconnecting with my <i>consuegra </i>(co-mother-in-law), Kristie's mom. She is recovering from knee replacement and needs helpers. She calls them <i>encouragers. </i>She does have a little friend, Miss Snickery Doodle, but not the same as human companionship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZZqjIW9dPI/X9jR2qJI3qI/AAAAAAAAZxE/cs7n6D6vqeMMtjogiOoUIHtK6eb_esVrACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131818736_10101133077397226_1048275761770855152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="960" height="329" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZZqjIW9dPI/X9jR2qJI3qI/AAAAAAAAZxE/cs7n6D6vqeMMtjogiOoUIHtK6eb_esVrACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h329/131818736_10101133077397226_1048275761770855152_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and I have walked the Upland trail twice this week, ending close to sunset.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ-U5vEx5rA/X9jP4zo5g3I/AAAAAAAAZws/WyME53xUTtY99hSdWMSzMOW88ihqJDHlACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131620366_10101133077716586_7786084634426588723_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="960" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJ-U5vEx5rA/X9jP4zo5g3I/AAAAAAAAZws/WyME53xUTtY99hSdWMSzMOW88ihqJDHlACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h386/131620366_10101133077716586_7786084634426588723_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are enjoying the Christmas lights and the third and biggest tree. Moriah stopped by Tuesday after her baby-sitting job in town and helped bring it down from the attic. Then Rebecca and I decorated it.&nbsp; Who would've thought I'd go all out like this. Again it was because of personal connections.</div>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9jO8Cpt45o/X9jS2dabrYI/AAAAAAAAZxk/8YWv17QEtwcxsLQmtKL5oAAHcs7K2kT4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/131887922_10101133077362296_7308177721808612844_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="634" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9jO8Cpt45o/X9jS2dabrYI/AAAAAAAAZxk/8YWv17QEtwcxsLQmtKL5oAAHcs7K2kT4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w264-h400/131887922_10101133077362296_7308177721808612844_n.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br />Cousin Rosie is a very dear family connection. This week I received a long letter from her and was reminded that I haven't listened to Moody Radio in a long time. I intentionally searched for Rosalie de Rosset on their website and have been listening to the archived programs where she was interviewed. The most recent one is&nbsp;<a href="https://www.moodyradio.org/programs/chris-fabry-live/2020/12/2020.12.09-advent/">Advent&nbsp;</a>&nbsp;perfect for the season. However, the older ones&nbsp; are wonderful too. I just finished listening to <a href="https://www.moodyradio.org/radioplayer.aspx?episode=307010">A Pandemic Reading Plan</a>&nbsp;which aired in March. Excellent! Two others in June and July I also highly recommend.<div><br /></div><div>The times we are living have caused us to value human touch and connection all the more because much of that has been taken away. I am thankful for the people in my life.<div><p></p></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/JfR0nsGUQ50" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Preparing for Christmas https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/preparing-for-christmas.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:4c9ee035-dc71-ff56-a792-026650b4520f Wed, 09 Dec 2020 14:52:58 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXkKRlIPp_w/X9AgOxsEJjI/AAAAAAAAZtc/0gtpMletPfsK3ZwZ6uB-mNLHTvUdsiw0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130684645_10101129036634946_7646003995483252966_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXkKRlIPp_w/X9AgOxsEJjI/AAAAAAAAZtc/0gtpMletPfsK3ZwZ6uB-mNLHTvUdsiw0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130684645_10101129036634946_7646003995483252966_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's beginning to look like Christmas. We had our first snowfall at the beginning of the week.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I dragged totes and boxes out of the attic and began decorating slowly.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Windowsills were the first to welcome a few Nativities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXtM3BI2sZo/X9AgFGUQj-I/AAAAAAAAZtY/7oHL3OP-A_EWlPkdStFtVnnK7Pk9hrLwACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130604036_10101129036799616_8007668563704890805_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXtM3BI2sZo/X9AgFGUQj-I/AAAAAAAAZtY/7oHL3OP-A_EWlPkdStFtVnnK7Pk9hrLwACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/130604036_10101129036799616_8007668563704890805_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of the three on the kitchen sill, Leah's clay miniatures is my favorite.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urkeAuT12Cs/X9AghFRSVhI/AAAAAAAAZto/MsrjBh_gSwgSECaaSaKL131LqnULdZ02wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130478428_10101129037089036_8329990197177552434_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urkeAuT12Cs/X9AghFRSVhI/AAAAAAAAZto/MsrjBh_gSwgSECaaSaKL131LqnULdZ02wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130478428_10101129037089036_8329990197177552434_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christmas greeting mailings have begun in earnest. Delightful responses and annual letters are trickling in. I treasure each one. Cards are extra special this year as they give way to online communication.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our card is dedicated to remembering Mother and the art legacy of her last few years of life (1921-2020).</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgIv7p8oSvU/X9AhWcUjw6I/AAAAAAAAZt0/DJwBOkCrPTUn919g0k_tF_r7tCy4C47NACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130579115_10101129036759696_1760793900746191848_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="519" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgIv7p8oSvU/X9AhWcUjw6I/AAAAAAAAZt0/DJwBOkCrPTUn919g0k_tF_r7tCy4C47NACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130579115_10101129036759696_1760793900746191848_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One attic box, that I'd not opened yet, was labeled Mother's tree lights and trimmings. I found some fifty ornaments, most of them crafted by Aunt Gladys from colorful beads. This is only a sampling. It was fun to pack them up and send them to her daughter for the grandchildren. (Dad and Mother looked after Gladys in her final years, so ended up with many of her things.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO-6OxiXziE/X9AhgIiYHZI/AAAAAAAAZt4/w7FN6PPKuJ4e8rMhsh2CshJH15LbK7c0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130741698_10101129037118976_5646455035073539522_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO-6OxiXziE/X9AhgIiYHZI/AAAAAAAAZt4/w7FN6PPKuJ4e8rMhsh2CshJH15LbK7c0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130741698_10101129037118976_5646455035073539522_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and I made time to walk nearby trails a couple times this week. I am thankful for his encouragement to get out, and especially grateful that he is mostly pain free and we are able to do this together.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvANYhk48uE/X9AkzrTezLI/AAAAAAAAZuI/Mg0pYSYOJNEe1I4zYqye0eINZDMEdanZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/128912798_3419422094823591_3605567607600379457_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="980" data-original-width="2016" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvANYhk48uE/X9AkzrTezLI/AAAAAAAAZuI/Mg0pYSYOJNEe1I4zYqye0eINZDMEdanZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/128912798_3419422094823591_3605567607600379457_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTAlzAx98QA/X9AkzXPr-1I/AAAAAAAAZuM/DIOB_sOTE9Y-TnI_Um1lCP9VWUsV109DwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130567635_10101129037278656_6765065229917373514_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTAlzAx98QA/X9AkzXPr-1I/AAAAAAAAZuM/DIOB_sOTE9Y-TnI_Um1lCP9VWUsV109DwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/130567635_10101129037278656_6765065229917373514_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He even went on a longer and more difficult hike with a friend. Saturday bicycle rides are still on, though fewer riders and shorter distances.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WN20Puz2pto/X9AlCXQxFZI/AAAAAAAAZuU/4p096Bmpel8lj8IFEFCCbFSE7zIwL2uKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2016/130291392_425925908414031_5154908349484685686_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="976" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WN20Puz2pto/X9AlCXQxFZI/AAAAAAAAZuU/4p096Bmpel8lj8IFEFCCbFSE7zIwL2uKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w194-h400/130291392_425925908414031_5154908349484685686_n.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was going to keep Christmas simple this year, but once I got everything out, inspiration took hold. Then with Rebecca's help, in no time we had two trees decorated and more in progress!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llMfwzHv4Sc/X9ApSjHGEwI/AAAAAAAAZvU/8gfcIiKu4QQmJU4N-MVanZxZ_FOl9c-7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s817/130496385_10101129036420376_6069815245533837399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="817" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llMfwzHv4Sc/X9ApSjHGEwI/AAAAAAAAZvU/8gfcIiKu4QQmJU4N-MVanZxZ_FOl9c-7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130496385_10101129036420376_6069815245533837399_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What a blessing to have children around with their enthusiasm, energy and childlike perspective!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca found this set of blocks. I was about to throw them away until she found a place to display them, and sounded out the letters to read the word. After that she read NOEL in several other places.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGO5ZQ6WNkQ/X9AlR8yXgjI/AAAAAAAAZug/RmEAqkmxAXIsXfZiLLNMkAqSqsSwwNbZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130594497_10101129036530156_2469747566695005758_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGO5ZQ6WNkQ/X9AlR8yXgjI/AAAAAAAAZug/RmEAqkmxAXIsXfZiLLNMkAqSqsSwwNbZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130594497_10101129036530156_2469747566695005758_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics team meets only Tuesday evenings now until January. Two former students (PhyXTGears' president's daughters) were the stars in the play "Christmas in Comfort" at The Commons Theatre in Alexandria. More than twenty youth were involved. We went Thursday. It was fun to reconnect with these girls and their family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goHMJVOQTwM/X9ApYogwe3I/AAAAAAAAZvY/e7b2FWgL3AcC31sacWjnMxSULbZuGyVOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1085/128854713_1085041375290896_1833631241772951976_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goHMJVOQTwM/X9ApYogwe3I/AAAAAAAAZvY/e7b2FWgL3AcC31sacWjnMxSULbZuGyVOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/128854713_1085041375290896_1833631241772951976_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ld-jI2kJCZ4/X9Al-a1ZW3I/AAAAAAAAZu8/VcAdVswOUs0e-C3y8N94GMZmYunkmX4vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130194067_10101129036934346_7147073855345977982_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="960" height="226" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ld-jI2kJCZ4/X9Al-a1ZW3I/AAAAAAAAZu8/VcAdVswOUs0e-C3y8N94GMZmYunkmX4vwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h226/130194067_10101129036934346_7147073855345977982_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my to-do list I had written, "Visit Darlene." Saturday she called and I stopped by. What a good thing it is to keep old friendships alive!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbJujE8tfrM/X9ApiAPJVxI/AAAAAAAAZvg/K11gxe2JbUcYA7aw6wBeLApt3_dINPYpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130546838_10101129036684846_3961263307796463525_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="960" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbJujE8tfrM/X9ApiAPJVxI/AAAAAAAAZvg/K11gxe2JbUcYA7aw6wBeLApt3_dINPYpgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h371/130546838_10101129036684846_3961263307796463525_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We value our young friends too. After church Sunday, we picked up some Holiday carry-out meals at the Lion's Club and invited ourselves to eat with Sarah in her little rental house. Sweet visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sptRltFE7PY/X9AmqDsrWfI/AAAAAAAAZvM/Ql0p5x__42oBKFJAwGAa87UTbCoBS6B_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/130682465_10101129036605006_8156024221660625637_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sptRltFE7PY/X9AmqDsrWfI/AAAAAAAAZvM/Ql0p5x__42oBKFJAwGAa87UTbCoBS6B_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/130682465_10101129036605006_8156024221660625637_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later in the day, Moriah stopped by for a visit. Always welcome!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, what about the rest of the family?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan and Karen have enjoyed hiking, trying out their new trekking poles. The most recent venture was at Kokiwanee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R3YmLSX0dno/X9EeVZ-KxUI/AAAAAAAAZvs/VlYSNFmku0AKgFMGulvSO9dx8MIH4_KFQCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1538" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R3YmLSX0dno/X9EeVZ-KxUI/AAAAAAAAZvs/VlYSNFmku0AKgFMGulvSO9dx8MIH4_KFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/image.png" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ha! I just read the caption under Stephan's Facebook header: "<span style="color: var(--secondary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.0625rem; text-align: center;">A goofy ice sculpting homesteader blessed with a lovely wife and gracious Lord." (I wonder how long that has been there?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: var(--secondary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.0625rem; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Leah is hanging in there, her skin still healing from radiation. She found out this week that she needs cataract surgery sometime in the near future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sam's <a href="https://www.lifeskateboard.com/?fbclid=IwAR2OfiSiSfvdoOOjKf0Y0i3PsA2N4NSg4g4ZzyZhg243Ujei4s7Xe_V9f4s">Life Skateboards</a>&nbsp;business is flourishing. Checkout the new <a href="https://www.lifeskateboard.com/?fbclid=IwAR2OfiSiSfvdoOOjKf0Y0i3PsA2N4NSg4g4ZzyZhg243Ujei4s7Xe_V9f4s">website</a>. You might find a gift there for someone on your Christmas list. Most recently Life Skateboards partnered with Josh Garrels--musician friend!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yIB7wRPJrGo/X9EhX6PGUxI/AAAAAAAAZv0/LYsBEH83R54KNUKrgiDUeuzprVwGWeKowCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yIB7wRPJrGo/X9EhX6PGUxI/AAAAAAAAZv0/LYsBEH83R54KNUKrgiDUeuzprVwGWeKowCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/image.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I may soon announce a translation partnership for my book in progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday's message entitled <a href="https://livestream.com/accounts/14007714/events/9427803/videos/214471169">Preparing for Christmas</a> and the choir and orchestra performance of "Dawn of Everlasting Light" was inspiring and beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How are you preparing?</div></div><p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/fKncaz54DQo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Week 48: Thanksgiving https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/12/week-48-thanksgiving.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:b92a73aa-3bf2-7e48-c695-6e83d0a5d3b7 Tue, 01 Dec 2020 18:34:01 -0500 <p>&nbsp;The weather has definitely changed. Tis the season to cozy up with a cup of hot coffee/chocolate or. . .&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZTxX4jEd_s/X8ZtPuYiVTI/AAAAAAAAZqk/cuR-wvqR-Ww3QAb2WjmPBJFLXblogixIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128567261_10101125684347956_1703254393108821684_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZTxX4jEd_s/X8ZtPuYiVTI/AAAAAAAAZqk/cuR-wvqR-Ww3QAb2WjmPBJFLXblogixIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/128567261_10101125684347956_1703254393108821684_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>. . . a London Fog or Green Matcha at Common Grounds Cafe with a friend. We tried this nook in the loft.<div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeQxOaKAj18/X8Zw7Cfue9I/AAAAAAAAZq0/cXBm9e8aek8bQQDXZ1xD5cNss7R-omNYACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128851637_10101125439049536_1674189009981403752_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeQxOaKAj18/X8Zw7Cfue9I/AAAAAAAAZq0/cXBm9e8aek8bQQDXZ1xD5cNss7R-omNYACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/128851637_10101125439049536_1674189009981403752_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Petey and I try to meet weekly but lately with the arrival of her new grandbaby, our meetings are less frequent, but always such a blessing.&nbsp;<div></div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP7Ogeim8rc/X8ZwcZfZyXI/AAAAAAAAZqs/Be5Noyz8ieIQOaRMijkcizuDEFUrcvitACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128517706_10101125438914806_5471702534791216582_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP7Ogeim8rc/X8ZwcZfZyXI/AAAAAAAAZqs/Be5Noyz8ieIQOaRMijkcizuDEFUrcvitACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/128517706_10101125438914806_5471702534791216582_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah left us this week. Students will finish the semester finals from home. This is an old photo where she's ready for work at Chick-Fil-A.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANMa3l91Y_w/X8a96lQTCpI/AAAAAAAAZsM/kb0thy2V7x4d2VSdNbZyja0V23o0VZltACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="501" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANMa3l91Y_w/X8a96lQTCpI/AAAAAAAAZsM/kb0thy2V7x4d2VSdNbZyja0V23o0VZltACLcBGAsYHQ/w209-h400/120235008_10101081380054116_1195163978710219297_n.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Preparations for Thanksgiving began. Our family gathering was smaller, but the turkey was huge. Michael was in charge of cooking the bird. He also baked a beautiful cherry berry pie.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFmYDE23o7A/X8ZxWGyJzFI/AAAAAAAAZq8/8t2ROriOVw8myE5RZyj-9X0lLyX_S8eHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1076/129135439_10101125439169296_6923401114848580930_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1076" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFmYDE23o7A/X8ZxWGyJzFI/AAAAAAAAZq8/8t2ROriOVw8myE5RZyj-9X0lLyX_S8eHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/129135439_10101125439169296_6923401114848580930_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I spent considerable time in the kitchen, prepared a couple special menu items and got any cooking /baking urges out of the way for a while.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What we can never get enough of is family fellowship. We miss the gatherings we used to have, but grateful for what we were able to enjoy on Thanksgiving.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-syiEuM0jM/X8ZxxUoPfHI/AAAAAAAAZrM/4Xtwo4kS8IsRAcQcbyJasLxvnAhx8b57QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128868001_10101125439373886_1206442408509875033_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-syiEuM0jM/X8ZxxUoPfHI/AAAAAAAAZrM/4Xtwo4kS8IsRAcQcbyJasLxvnAhx8b57QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/128868001_10101125439373886_1206442408509875033_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpdqxQiYaEo/X8ZxkMGtwcI/AAAAAAAAZrE/OIpA1hri2E4BRmD5msOFUT1rY6VZwzDdgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128438408_10101125439299036_6724773578760134910_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="869" data-original-width="960" height="361" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpdqxQiYaEo/X8ZxkMGtwcI/AAAAAAAAZrE/OIpA1hri2E4BRmD5msOFUT1rY6VZwzDdgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h361/128438408_10101125439299036_6724773578760134910_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Of course, the center of attention was the baby in the family--Kalani 8 months 10 days old. He hangs on to a little scooter thing and moves dangerously fast! He'll probably be walking by Christmas. Watch out everybody!</div><div><br /></div><div>Diane spent Wednesday through Saturday with us. She loves spending time with family. Here you see the siblings at table.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fagjFtMNzTk/X8ZyBfqPT2I/AAAAAAAAZrY/M5rTk_eZlfI4b5SbTxz8nPpoL6GT4e5lACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128901829_10101125452767046_4217172020490236672_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fagjFtMNzTk/X8ZyBfqPT2I/AAAAAAAAZrY/M5rTk_eZlfI4b5SbTxz8nPpoL6GT4e5lACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/128901829_10101125452767046_4217172020490236672_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of siblings, it was good to communicate with Michael's older brother who is always so faithful to call us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday we enjoyed walking the Upland trail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCBRc-zoh30/X8ZyMLSBTlI/AAAAAAAAZrc/_opzom_ERxclVj0ZW8NMhOF7WwbndOP1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129045429_10101125452801976_7822634508512314191_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCBRc-zoh30/X8ZyMLSBTlI/AAAAAAAAZrc/_opzom_ERxclVj0ZW8NMhOF7WwbndOP1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/129045429_10101125452801976_7822634508512314191_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday after I'd worked at Helping Hand, I was so glad to be home in time to see these two before they took off on a date--Elijah and Ruby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2tTQdt3tQY/X8ZybSWb7YI/AAAAAAAAZrk/oXZCcJKzO0AZOV4wiDJiWO_X84wwFMOMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128849070_10101125452727126_1348916094735448469_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2tTQdt3tQY/X8ZybSWb7YI/AAAAAAAAZrk/oXZCcJKzO0AZOV4wiDJiWO_X84wwFMOMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/128849070_10101125452727126_1348916094735448469_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was gone on his usual Saturday bike ride with the Muncie group--56 miles this time.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was such a beautiful sunny day. Diane and I walked the path through our woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ6goKo3SEg/X8ZykAci-nI/AAAAAAAAZrs/YzOS6jXrhGE_g-6j8zD6AOFuVXJ0GIksQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/128950115_10101125452283016_3612198512601459941_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJ6goKo3SEg/X8ZykAci-nI/AAAAAAAAZrs/YzOS6jXrhGE_g-6j8zD6AOFuVXJ0GIksQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/128950115_10101125452283016_3612198512601459941_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnCG7FdBLwU/X8ZykNHgv3I/AAAAAAAAZrw/rs1x6TPiwY4WvSHjO-f0AxM5brnBgR6EQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129017523_10101125452567446_1857160865055050002_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gnCG7FdBLwU/X8ZykNHgv3I/AAAAAAAAZrw/rs1x6TPiwY4WvSHjO-f0AxM5brnBgR6EQCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/129017523_10101125452567446_1857160865055050002_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>That evening when we took her back home, we drove through the <a href="https://walkwayoflights.org/">Walkway of Lights</a> in Marion.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yTZR5j89aY/X8ZzxpqRhbI/AAAAAAAAZr8/RjigWJWwqmofiLuszlqF5uamfXyhv7BeACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129053205_10101125451309966_8572312779323774613_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yTZR5j89aY/X8ZzxpqRhbI/AAAAAAAAZr8/RjigWJWwqmofiLuszlqF5uamfXyhv7BeACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/129053205_10101125451309966_8572312779323774613_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After many many months, probably several years, Michael is back at it! Can you guess what he is making?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AShh3SV2nc/X8Z0AAKvu9I/AAAAAAAAZsA/fdpFvT_OVZM5lJUqOfC6IYDMSmEc3phBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/129407688_10101125684372906_8368704567014265348_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="960" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AShh3SV2nc/X8Z0AAKvu9I/AAAAAAAAZsA/fdpFvT_OVZM5lJUqOfC6IYDMSmEc3phBwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h348/129407688_10101125684372906_8368704567014265348_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How did you celebrate the holiday?&nbsp;</div></div></div></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/gjxoGlTg1R8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Review of To Steal a Heart by Jen Turano https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/ Jody's Musings urn:uuid:b13b345b-3d97-6c71-52cf-116e3b915429 Mon, 30 Nov 2020 09:23:58 -0500 After months of my website doing strange and not-so-wonderful things that made it impossible for me to blog, I am praising the Lord that it decided to work for me again. To celebrate, I am sharing my review of Jen Turano&#8217;s latest book, To Steal a Heart. If laughter is good like medicine, To Steal&#8230; <a href="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Review of To Steal a Heart by Jen&#160;Turano</span></a> <p>After months of my website doing strange and not-so-wonderful things that made it impossible for me to blog, I am praising the Lord that it decided to work for me again. To celebrate, I am sharing my review of Jen Turano&#8217;s latest book, <em>To Steal a Heart</em>. </p> <p>If laughter is good like medicine, <em>To Steal a Heart</em> is practically a vitamin infusion.</p> <p>Reading a Jen Turano books always guarantees a laugh, and I found myself laughing a lot. Although her primary characters are wonderful, often it’s the background characters that amuse me most.</p> <p><em>To Steal a Heart</em> includes a dog that prefers to be talked to in a pirate voice. A chronic fainter who writes mystery novels, a mysterious woman who dresses in widow’s weeds, and a boardinghouse filled with an assortment of unique ladies.</p> <p>The book is amusing, but it also touches on deeper issues. In an era where all of a lady’s money and property passed to her husband after marriage, I enjoyed seeing a group of women create an inquiry agency to rectify wrongs women experienced. An ongoing mystery created the overarching storyline, but the minor mysteries were also intriguing.</p> <p>God’s name wasn’t mentioned as often as in some of Jen’s other books, but I feel like it resembled the book of Esther. The name of God is not mentioned in Esther, but His Providence colors the story. <em>To Steal a Heart</em> mirrors this same message.</p> <p>I highly recommend this novel, and I can&#8217;t wait to read the next two in the series.I am grateful to have received a complimentary copy for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.</p> <figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img data-attachment-id="1507" data-permalink="https://jodystinson.wordpress.com/2020/11/30/review-of-to-steal-a-heart-by-jen-turano/img_20201128_130516-1/" data-orig-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg" data-orig-size="3024,3047" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}" data-image-title="IMG_20201128_130516 (1)" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=298" data-large-file="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=1016" src="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=1016" alt="" class="wp-image-1507" srcset="https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=1016 1016w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=2032 2032w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=150 150w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=298 298w, https://jodystinson.files.wordpress.com/2020/11/img_20201128_130516-1-e1606604707904.jpg?w=768 768w" sizes="(max-width: 1016px) 100vw, 1016px" /><figcaption> </figcaption></figure> <p></p> Week 47 https://meemaw-rita.blogspot.com/2020/11/week-47.html MEEMAW MEMORIES urn:uuid:ad27b64e-77aa-3478-a967-84e9c3314782 Tue, 24 Nov 2020 19:48:42 -0500 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin thought her weekly bouquets were over. However, one hydrangea bush continues to produce blooms in different colors! The azalea plant blossomed again as well. Spring flowers are appearing and it is not even winter yet! What's up with the weather in Tennessee? Or, is God sending cheer at a time when they are caring for cousin Ed, her brother, who is so ill?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUnYgFOST9g/X7whH7IFNtI/AAAAAAAAZos/Y9IvFS_9NEgYI5XYcOIMOImh8zSrPXPzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/thumbnail_Bouquet%2BNovember%2B17%252C%2B2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUnYgFOST9g/X7whH7IFNtI/AAAAAAAAZos/Y9IvFS_9NEgYI5XYcOIMOImh8zSrPXPzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/thumbnail_Bouquet%2BNovember%2B17%252C%2B2020.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A pleasant surprise, to taste and texture, came this week when I learned about <i>jícama</i>, which arrived in a Misfits box a couple weeks ago, great by itself or in the lovely&nbsp;<a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/7xgmvgxXXg/">salad</a>&nbsp;by Pioneer Woman. Can you pick out the&nbsp;<i>jícama</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJkSTXrBSo/X7wjiEFpiEI/AAAAAAAAZo0/nL2JtLaJzywhRqr1N15d5sh6p7c34lLhACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127270222_10101121334265556_7991578723200262969_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yJkSTXrBSo/X7wjiEFpiEI/AAAAAAAAZo0/nL2JtLaJzywhRqr1N15d5sh6p7c34lLhACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/127270222_10101121334265556_7991578723200262969_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another lovely surprise came when my neighbor-friend and I resumed what had been our weekly coffee date. Katie Rich moved her <a href="https://www.theechonews.com/article/2019/11/pursuing-dreams-with-common-grounds">business </a>to a much larger space, and delightfully decorated with so many nooks for us to explore in upcoming visits.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39i76c_7ThQ/X70jcQxt-UI/AAAAAAAAZo8/WfFb6--cR3cCFSWWV_hCLYn62O6T9hYvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/126267492_10101121334145796_6366807776990726572_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39i76c_7ThQ/X70jcQxt-UI/AAAAAAAAZo8/WfFb6--cR3cCFSWWV_hCLYn62O6T9hYvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/126267492_10101121334145796_6366807776990726572_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHHGWMoDQFI/X70jj1C3NkI/AAAAAAAAZpA/Pg3suIEcvnwWpSOW8Z5CKvYVKfEHSLtRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127508432_10101121334195696_1004515441122688843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHHGWMoDQFI/X70jj1C3NkI/AAAAAAAAZpA/Pg3suIEcvnwWpSOW8Z5CKvYVKfEHSLtRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/127508432_10101121334195696_1004515441122688843_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many photos surfaced this week remembering my brother Lynn, three years after his passing. Not long ago I joined a Facebook group sharing memories of our elementary school--EX ALUMNOS DE LA ESCUELA 42 DE DON BOSCO. I posted a couple of pics of Lynn's classes and got quite a few responses. In this one (1957) he is behind and closest to the teacher.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What do you think of our school uniforms? White and starched, a nightmare for mothers! I just noticed that the boys are even wearing ties.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adjplX2UVv8/X70jw9yFkrI/AAAAAAAAZpI/FM8XJggrZCopqUrCIzn_jBYendDU6_hnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1195/23668972_10100509006375556_7042577340268480753_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1195" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adjplX2UVv8/X70jw9yFkrI/AAAAAAAAZpI/FM8XJggrZCopqUrCIzn_jBYendDU6_hnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/23668972_10100509006375556_7042577340268480753_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of his classmates wrote that he was our neighbor and Lynn's good friend. He was sorry to hear of his passing. I had an unidentified photo and asked if he was the one with Lynn. Yes, he said.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-659anraKZRM/X70j3SMNxwI/AAAAAAAAZpQ/UM98pP9cIbobWjN9AxYUeiF33rKh8kt8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s482/Lynn%2Band%2BEnzo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="482" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-659anraKZRM/X70j3SMNxwI/AAAAAAAAZpQ/UM98pP9cIbobWjN9AxYUeiF33rKh8kt8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Lynn%2Band%2BEnzo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I need to ask Enzo whether this was the house he remembers. It was the first one we lived in in that town, Don Bosco, on the outskirts of Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQpcx9wTrfY/X70j9xM8yrI/AAAAAAAAZpU/wjbdLe5e2KwxSI14JoWSbhvIIiMrIR9rgCLcBGAsYHQ/s782/127243133_10101121333706676_8389014564912167088_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="552" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQpcx9wTrfY/X70j9xM8yrI/AAAAAAAAZpU/wjbdLe5e2KwxSI14JoWSbhvIIiMrIR9rgCLcBGAsYHQ/w453-h640/127243133_10101121333706676_8389014564912167088_n.jpg" width="453" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan came early a couple of days to try his luck at hunting back in our woods. The deer sadly avoided him. But I enjoyed our breakfast chats after.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvHI1N2TQvk/X71sVHk6u-I/AAAAAAAAZqM/di050t-6GiQbCfdX5ddoK5dym64NomfaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127243133_10101121334095896_306518507406822904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvHI1N2TQvk/X71sVHk6u-I/AAAAAAAAZqM/di050t-6GiQbCfdX5ddoK5dym64NomfaQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/127243133_10101121334095896_306518507406822904_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I spent a delightful afternoon with Rebecca. Her attention span is short which allows for a variety of activities. The Bible story this time was of Jesus washing the disciples' feet, an example of <i>gentleness</i>. Only one more fruit of the Spirit to talk about when Basics resumes after the holidays--<i>self-control</i>, which Rebecca referred to as <i>strongness</i>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPTVLDzgF0/X70kHLngEII/AAAAAAAAZpg/KkdFhYiCOms3QY7Tvp9nmccHylP0-cvcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/126584299_10101121334055976_3734372552118346303_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgPTVLDzgF0/X70kHLngEII/AAAAAAAAZpg/KkdFhYiCOms3QY7Tvp9nmccHylP0-cvcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/126584299_10101121334055976_3734372552118346303_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael was gone at the time, on yet another overnight camping trip, probably the last one of the year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WID2bLDHg/X70r0aztnUI/AAAAAAAAZp8/KXbYd6Mi62M6e_YwHymc2XbjubqlyIiQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2040/127168576_10224503271832877_4245628291246327668_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1148" data-original-width="2040" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WID2bLDHg/X70r0aztnUI/AAAAAAAAZp8/KXbYd6Mi62M6e_YwHymc2XbjubqlyIiQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/127168576_10224503271832877_4245628291246327668_o.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday we were remembering Malachi on his 22nd birthday. Of the numerous photos I chose two: the professional cute toddler pic and a selfie of us on my first visit to him when he was a college freshman. He is now in his fourth year at Grace College.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3dAQoR226A/X70pVO_WNAI/AAAAAAAAZp0/EKKIf-idSu8ZF2uu-Wo1-AGUF_uCL0zdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/50272816_10215832493698328_7315828862854627328_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3dAQoR226A/X70pVO_WNAI/AAAAAAAAZp0/EKKIf-idSu8ZF2uu-Wo1-AGUF_uCL0zdACLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h320/50272816_10215832493698328_7315828862854627328_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oYMMS4htTE/X70sCo9G-mI/AAAAAAAAZqA/ryGTVh80QDYUaRkpyDAScHVR1Rq81jXOACLcBGAsYHQ/s800/21272473_10100469839601086_4972843517276641164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oYMMS4htTE/X70sCo9G-mI/AAAAAAAAZqA/ryGTVh80QDYUaRkpyDAScHVR1Rq81jXOACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/21272473_10100469839601086_4972843517276641164_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday we had the delightful visit of friends from nearly fifty years ago. We were together in Germany when I was pregnant with Stephan and Donna with her third. We shared many stories and tried to catch up on our growing families. We also taught them our favorite game, Splendor.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ol75LsO8A/X70kTDJlxhI/AAAAAAAAZpo/CEwKXKeLLoQ8s_FyczY84FEzVF_B6rlcgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127436129_10101121333626836_2802460457080648874_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ol75LsO8A/X70kTDJlxhI/AAAAAAAAZpo/CEwKXKeLLoQ8s_FyczY84FEzVF_B6rlcgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/127436129_10101121333626836_2802460457080648874_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look who else came along! Kipper was so sweet and well-behaved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnXO-InQGQ0/X70kdRGb4OI/AAAAAAAAZps/g0X_XzHjU_w3uCJLX7WtSajyLoEpphl9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/127251007_10101121333671746_6891297433633180178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnXO-InQGQ0/X70kdRGb4OI/AAAAAAAAZps/g0X_XzHjU_w3uCJLX7WtSajyLoEpphl9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/127251007_10101121333671746_6891297433633180178_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That was most of our fun for the week. What about you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MeemawMemories/~4/3UhgxGzUYC4" height="1" width="1" alt=""/> Celebrate Veterans Day https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/11/celebrate-veterans-day/ PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author urn:uuid:3f075fcc-161f-c724-bcfb-fd1a0d9650b9 Wed, 11 Nov 2020 17:27:48 -0500 <p>This week, we honor the veterans who bravely bring and protect liberty. And we salute those who love them, making their service possible by holding down the fort back home. Chasing Sunrise is an adventure novel featuring the military. This week, the ebook is holiday priced at just 99 cents. 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Danielle Patrix was five-years-old&#160;on June 6, 1944,&#160;when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established Utah Beach near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story: On the day [&#8230;]</p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">Veterans Delivered Liberty</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> <p dir="ltr">On November 11, we remember and honor the American veterans who bravely fought for liberty at home and around the world. <strong>Danielle Patrix was five-years-old&nbsp;on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">June 6, 1944,</a>&nbsp;when American troops liberated her village of Sainte Marie du Mont and established <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">Utah Beach</a> near her home in Normandy France. Here is her story:</strong></p> <p dir="ltr">On the day I was born, France was free.<br /> My mother named me Danielle<br /> and clothed me in a soft, new dress she made.</p> <p>My father held me up in the open window,<br /> so I first heard the sounds of the neighbors<br /> in our village of Sainte Marie du Mont.<br /> I smelled the salt air of the nearby sea.</p> <p>Soon, German soldiers arrived in my country.<br /> Our cobble streets were filled<br /> with the sharp clack-clack of their jack nail boots.<br /> They guarded the beach<br /> and used the church steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>We didn’t have enough food.<br /> My mother, Cecile, didn’t have fabric<br /> to sew clothes for our family.<br /> My family and neighbors<br /> were no longer free to move about.</p> <p>My father, Paul, went far away to England<br /> to fight for France’s freedom.<br /> While he was away, my mother traveled to the<br /> nearby towns where she sold items to buy food for us.<br /> A kind German soldier named Grandpa Paul,<br /> cared for my older brother and me<br /> while Mother was away.<br /> Grandpa Paul knew the French people<br /> had little food and no sugar.<br /> For a treat, he gave me a small glass<br /> with water and sugar.</p> <p>My Papa returned home.<br /> For four years, as I grew up,<br /> my family waited to be free again.<br /> The people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> longed for liberty.</p> <p>In the pre-dawn hours of June 6, 1944,<br /> I woke to the noise of bee-like buzzing.<br /> The boom of planes rolled in from the English Channel,<br /> shaking the church steeple<br /> and rattling Monsieur Blaziot’s Butcher Shop window.<br /> The fumes of airplane engines stung my nose.<br /> I saw the sky&nbsp; filled with green and red<br /> and white parachutes.</p> <p>Mother’s eyes were bright with excitement<br /> as she hurried me into my worn clothes.<br /> Gathered at the window,<br /> my family watched gliders<br /> sweep across the night<br /> and gunfire spit from the church steeple.</p> <p>“Is it possible?” Mother looked hopefully at Papa.<br /> I held Mama’s hand. “What is happening?”<br /> <em>“Les américains, les Anglais.</em>” My father<br /> squeezed my shoulder. “<em>C’est le grand jour.”</em><br /> “The Americans, the English,” Mama repeated.<br /> “They have come,” said my brother, Francis,<br /> “to deliver the big blow.”</p> <p>Papa stepped outside.<br /> One by one, our neighbors came outdoors<br /> until I thought all of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> had spilled from their homes into the night.<br /> I clutched Mama’s hand. “Is it dangerous to go out?”<br /> Mama shook her head. “This is our right.<br /> We remind them not to damage our town.”</p> <p>Too soon I felt sleepy. Tucked back into bed,<br /> my mother’s quilt drawn up to my chin,<br /> I heard Mother go out to stand next to Papa.<br /> I fell asleep to the tat-tat-tatting of guns<br /> and the buzz of airplanes.</p> <p>In the morning, I woke to the sound of … Quiet.<br /> No guns.<br /> No airplanes.<br /> No sharp clack-clack of boots.</p> <p>As the sun rose, my parents, my brother, and I<br /> peered out the window.<br /> A man came from the beach<br /> and calmly crossed the village square.</p> <p>“They landed!” Papa lifted me so I could better see.<br /> I squeezed his neck. “Who?”<br /> “The Americans.” My father went to greet<br /> the newcomer who nodded his thanks.</p> <p>The big American soldier went to the church.<br /> He returned with the four German soldiers<br /> who used the steeple as a watch tower.</p> <p>“Last night,” Mama said, “we went to sleep<br /> subjects of Germany and woke Americans.”<br /> “We are free.” Papa and Mama danced a circle<br /> with my brother and me.</p> <p>American soldiers came from the beach.<br /> Looking weary, the men went to the fountain<br /> in our village square<br /> and eagerly drank the cool, clear water.</p> <p>More soldiers arrived on foot from Utah Beach.<br /> They passed right by my house<br /> that stood where the village and the beach met.<br /> With my parents and brother,<br /> I stood along the street to greet<br /> the American soldiers who fought bravely.</p> <p>I had never seen Americans.<br /> Perhaps the Americans<br /> had never seen French people.</p> <p>The American soldiers smiled.<br /> I waved back.<br /> Passing by, the men reached into the packs<br /> they carried and gave me<br /> gum, chocolate, and candies.</p> <p>The day my village was liberated<br /> was the first time I tasted chocolate and candy.<br /> Small and round with a hole in the center,<br /> my favorite came in orange, lemon, and cherry.<br /> They were Lifesavers and they were all delicious.</p> <p>With my apron filled, I ran indoors,<br /> dumped the treats onto the quilt on my bed,<br /> and dashed back outside<br /> to see the first tank rumble past our home<br /> and through Sainte Marie du Mont.</p> <p>In the following days,<br /> some American soldiers continued past our village.<br /> Others built a temporary port on Utah Beach<br /> to provide supplies for the soldiers<br /> fighting to liberate other towns.</p> <p>The grateful French people<br /> of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> invited the American soldiers<br /> into our homes for meals.<br /> We made them part of our families.</p> <p>Three soldiers who often visited our family<br /> were “Tall Larry,” “Big Smitty,” and<br /> Harry Kropnicki. Harry’s wife, Eleanor,<br /> was an American journalist who wrote<br /> about the new girl in her husband’s life.<br /> Harry’s new girl was five-year-old me.</p> <p>The Americans shared canned pineapples.<br /> They gave their torn parachutes to my mother.<br /> Red parachutes had delivered weapons,<br /> and white parachutes delivered the men.</p> <p>Mother used the yards and yards of silk<br /> to sew shirts and aprons.<br /> From red and white parachutes,<br /> she fashioned a dress for me<br /> that looked like an American Flag.</p> <p>In November of 1944, the port closed.<br /> Our American friends left gifts<br /> – an Army jacket and the flag of freedom<br /> that flew over Utah Beach.</p> <p>Eventually the Americans returned to their own<br /> homes and families in the United States.<br /> But my family and I always remembered them<br /> and the liberty they won for us.</p> <p>In the spring of 1945,<br /> the people of Sainte Marie du Mont<br /> celebrated our freedom<br /> with a D-Day ceremony on Utah Beach.<br /> I wore my American flag dress made from parachutes.<br /> In my new dress I was, “The Girl Who Wore Freedom.”</p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558235147&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">The Girl Who Wore Freedom, </a>including original photos, is available. </strong></p> <p><strong>Get your copy <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2">HERE</a>.</strong></p> <p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" data-cke-saved-href="https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Wore-Freedom/dp/0578485265/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+Girl+Who+Wore+Freedom&amp;qid=1558401132&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-2"><img loading="lazy" src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg" width="322" height="436" data-file-id="6073577" data-cke-saved-src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/11e919ced593bf16575f15050/images/cc7ad0dc-228b-429f-ac82-a27eeaf06dac.jpg"></a></p> <p><strong><em>The Girl Who Wore Freedom</em> is also available <a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">in French</a>.&nbsp;</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="https://www.amazon.com/fille-robe-libert%C3%A9-French/dp/173310609X/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Christian+Taylor+and+P.S.+Wells&amp;qid=1558804590&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3">Get your copy of La Fille En Robe Liberté HERE</a></strong></p> <p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com/2020/11/09/the-girl-who-wore-freedom/">Veterans Delivered Liberty</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://www.peggysuewells.com">PeggySue Wells | Inspirational Speaker and Best-Selling Author</a>.</p> Let’s Get Tech-y: Adding Page Numbers to Your Manuscript https://lindaktaylor.com/2020/11/07/lets-get-tech-y-adding-page-numbers-to-your-manuscript/ Linda Taylor: Writer, Editor, Speaker urn:uuid:ad958921-32cc-77f5-6945-98d18743419a Sat, 07 Nov 2020 21:35:03 -0500 Do them once, and they will appear on every page. 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