Hi, to anyone who has been faithful to check and see if I've made it back from my chasm of grief. I thought I would change the look of my blog just to remind myself and others that I'm here...again.
I've not been alone because God has been with me, even when I wasn't sure. He IS faithful.
Since my sister died last March, we attended an uncle's funeral just three or four days after my sis's. He lead a long, rich life on his farm. He died after barely a year in the nursing home.
Since then we said farewell to three cousins. My uncle and three cousins were all from my mother's family. I was beginning to wonder what the Lord is trying to tell me. But then I remembered that at last count, many years ago, I listed at least 50 first cousins from both my mother's and father's families. Quite a few of us are still living, and we're all getting older.
So why should I wonder at these multiple deaths? It will be sometime before the final earthly pages have been written for all of us. One last uncle from my maternal side, and an aunt from the paternal side are still living. I grew up rich in family relationships and annual reunions, and a plethora of memories.
Recently I've been meeting with one of my double cousins. We had grown apart by miles, by raising kids, and by jobs. But now that we're both mostly retired from working outside the home we have more time...well, a little more time, to get together and share our memories, some of which are mutual, and many of which we individually experienced differently. Our relatedness runs deep because her mother and father were sister and brother to my parents (in case you wondered what a double cousin is).
Perhaps I will share some of these memories here for my grandchildren to find someday. But for now, I have to run because a couple of those grandkids are coming to spend the afternoon and I have to prepare a light dinner for this evening.
Hoping to be back soon.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Easter
Monday, March 28, 2011
Between Death and Life
Since my sister's death a couple of weeks ago, and the impending birth of our daughter's fourth child (our fourth grandchild), I feel like I'm in the middle of a teeter-totter, trying to keep my balance.
Of course, my sis's death is what keeps one end down with heaviness of heart where I don't mind lingering awhile as I process and learn to accept the circumstances of her death. Yet, I must climb up from the sadness to the anticipation and bittersweet joy that will come with the birth of a healthy granddaughter.
There is that place which, if I can manage it, I will learn to balance between those two apposing aspects of my existence. Only through God's grace and His mercy have I been able to begin celebrating my sister's life and death. Her death came suddenly yet mercifully before she became progressively debilitated by MS. Yes, for the past year she was in remission and happier, less burdened, and more at peace than she had been in a long while. I have precious memories of the last couple of times we were together. Having seen her contentment makes the burden of sorrow lighter.
I'm almost certain that my sis has already met our granddaughter, which gives me peace. I pause to think about how close to each other are life and death. Out with my older sister, in with our infant baby girl, both passing through the Light. It's exciting to think they've met along the way. Heaven is as close to me now as any other time in my life.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain for the former things have passed away." Rev. 21:4
Of course, my sis's death is what keeps one end down with heaviness of heart where I don't mind lingering awhile as I process and learn to accept the circumstances of her death. Yet, I must climb up from the sadness to the anticipation and bittersweet joy that will come with the birth of a healthy granddaughter.
There is that place which, if I can manage it, I will learn to balance between those two apposing aspects of my existence. Only through God's grace and His mercy have I been able to begin celebrating my sister's life and death. Her death came suddenly yet mercifully before she became progressively debilitated by MS. Yes, for the past year she was in remission and happier, less burdened, and more at peace than she had been in a long while. I have precious memories of the last couple of times we were together. Having seen her contentment makes the burden of sorrow lighter.
I'm almost certain that my sis has already met our granddaughter, which gives me peace. I pause to think about how close to each other are life and death. Out with my older sister, in with our infant baby girl, both passing through the Light. It's exciting to think they've met along the way. Heaven is as close to me now as any other time in my life.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain for the former things have passed away." Rev. 21:4
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Life's Surprises
Whenever I have a long or short pause between posts it's because I'm having computer problems (not this time as my ISP is working for now), I'm just way too busy and too tired to think and write. Other times I'm having a foray into a large or small struggle with depression which I don't like to talk about.
When I'm too busy to write I think about all kinds of creative ways I could write about living and dealing with chronic pain, diabetes, and the depression and/or anxiety that accompanies these physical manifestations. That is until I do have the time to write. Anyone who has experienced depression or the blues knows what a block it can be to writing creatively. Anyway, who wants to hear it? Maybe on a different blog.
Another reason for a pause in writing on my blog is receiving a surprise or shock to my sensibilities that throws me off-balance and, being the obsessive thinker that I am, I have to take some time to recover my equilibrium. This is not the way I used to be before the chronic pain and diabetes came into my life, when I was plenty busy with work and other enjoyable activities. I used to utter an, "Oh, well, that's life," and go on.
The point I'm getting to is, our daughter and family were at our house a couple of weeks ago and dropped a big surprise on us. Well, it was and it wasn't. If you know what I mean? You'll know as soon as I get to the point. Without further ado here it is--our daughter handed us this picture:
I started asking my daughter why she was holding the #4. And then it dawned on me! Now some people are probably a lot quicker than I am. Also, I should have known something was up when her hubby made an out-of-the-blue comment about us not having a recent family picture of them around the house. They're good when it comes to catching us by surprise.
Why should I have been surprised after having suspicions a couple weeks earlier, when I noticed our daughters mid-section pooching and thinking, "I'd bet all my money (which isn't much) on it, that she's pregnant. I quickly put it on the back burner 'cause even then I was having a difficult time wrapping my mind around the idea they would have another child soon. I thought, "Their life as farmers and parents to three is very busy now." "What would it be like with another baby," I wondered. Chaotic, that's what! But blessed, I'm sure.
What tickles me is that the 3-yr. old son has the same expression as his daddy. The oldest one has a kind of oh-well-it's-just-another-brother-or-sister look on her face, and the baby hasn't a clue of what will be hitting her in about eight months. I usually feel somewhat sad for the baby having to adjust to a new sibling. They've hardly had the time to capture their mommy's and daddy's hearts when they must move over to share their needs with another. Is two years long enough to solidify in a child's mind that they are still the twinkle in their mom's and dad's eyes, or have they gotten enough of mom and dad to think, "oh, what a relief. Now mom and dad will concentrate on someone else while get a break from their smothering so I can grow up?" But what-if this baby turns out to be April's birthday gift on April 27, 2011??
Well, there you have it. How my mind does go on in life's situations. I probably create most of my own troubles, hardly giving God a chance to calm me down to empower me with gratitude for all that life has to offer. Yet, nothing's going to stop me from loving baby April in the next 8 months and thereafter to teach her she has a solid place in our world, being loved and loveable. That's the way I've felt with each one, but as you know when a new baby comes into our lives he or she takes command of the whole family in a way we've hardly anticipated even though we've been through it several times before. Oh dear, there I go again, borrowing trouble from the future.
I ask your prayers for Amy as she sludges through the fatigue and hormonal complexities of these first months of pregnancy. I can only help her out a couple afternoons a week. Pray for me to calm down and trust God to meet her needs through others. Her mom-in-law lives much closer than me and is a big help. Her hubby is like most at this time, wondering when this phase is going to be over. He helps as much as he can.
They're into Fall harvest which is more involved than wheat harvest in the Spring. It keeps the women busy preparing and taking lunch and supper out to the field and cleaning up afterwards. It's hard work lugging all that stuff to and from the van, including buckling and unbuckling several children into the car seats. Harvest demands long hours of the farmer when the farmer's wife is a harvest widow. Our son-in-law is good to his family. He takes at least one or both of the oldest out in the tractor or combine with him (air-conditioned cabs are a God-send), and takes time to tuck them into bed when he can. The expectant father tends to have his stresses too, especially when there are one or more of the children restless at night and sleep is an illusive dream. He needs prayer too.
When I go help our daughter I usually go mid-afternoon through bath and bedtime for the kids. Pray for a divine strength to carry me through those strenuous hours. As I always say, this too shall pass--maybe not having babies, but these early years requiring all the energy two parents, and two sets of grandparents, can handle. I don't know how families with ten or more kids do it! It proves hard work doesn't kill us and that we keep going by the Grace of God, I'm sure.
That's my wish and prayer for all of you today, the Grace of God be with you.
When I'm too busy to write I think about all kinds of creative ways I could write about living and dealing with chronic pain, diabetes, and the depression and/or anxiety that accompanies these physical manifestations. That is until I do have the time to write. Anyone who has experienced depression or the blues knows what a block it can be to writing creatively. Anyway, who wants to hear it? Maybe on a different blog.
Another reason for a pause in writing on my blog is receiving a surprise or shock to my sensibilities that throws me off-balance and, being the obsessive thinker that I am, I have to take some time to recover my equilibrium. This is not the way I used to be before the chronic pain and diabetes came into my life, when I was plenty busy with work and other enjoyable activities. I used to utter an, "Oh, well, that's life," and go on.
The point I'm getting to is, our daughter and family were at our house a couple of weeks ago and dropped a big surprise on us. Well, it was and it wasn't. If you know what I mean? You'll know as soon as I get to the point. Without further ado here it is--our daughter handed us this picture:
I started asking my daughter why she was holding the #4. And then it dawned on me! Now some people are probably a lot quicker than I am. Also, I should have known something was up when her hubby made an out-of-the-blue comment about us not having a recent family picture of them around the house. They're good when it comes to catching us by surprise.
Why should I have been surprised after having suspicions a couple weeks earlier, when I noticed our daughters mid-section pooching and thinking, "I'd bet all my money (which isn't much) on it, that she's pregnant. I quickly put it on the back burner 'cause even then I was having a difficult time wrapping my mind around the idea they would have another child soon. I thought, "Their life as farmers and parents to three is very busy now." "What would it be like with another baby," I wondered. Chaotic, that's what! But blessed, I'm sure.
What tickles me is that the 3-yr. old son has the same expression as his daddy. The oldest one has a kind of oh-well-it's-just-another-brother-or-sister look on her face, and the baby hasn't a clue of what will be hitting her in about eight months. I usually feel somewhat sad for the baby having to adjust to a new sibling. They've hardly had the time to capture their mommy's and daddy's hearts when they must move over to share their needs with another. Is two years long enough to solidify in a child's mind that they are still the twinkle in their mom's and dad's eyes, or have they gotten enough of mom and dad to think, "oh, what a relief. Now mom and dad will concentrate on someone else while get a break from their smothering so I can grow up?" But what-if this baby turns out to be April's birthday gift on April 27, 2011??
Well, there you have it. How my mind does go on in life's situations. I probably create most of my own troubles, hardly giving God a chance to calm me down to empower me with gratitude for all that life has to offer. Yet, nothing's going to stop me from loving baby April in the next 8 months and thereafter to teach her she has a solid place in our world, being loved and loveable. That's the way I've felt with each one, but as you know when a new baby comes into our lives he or she takes command of the whole family in a way we've hardly anticipated even though we've been through it several times before. Oh dear, there I go again, borrowing trouble from the future.
I ask your prayers for Amy as she sludges through the fatigue and hormonal complexities of these first months of pregnancy. I can only help her out a couple afternoons a week. Pray for me to calm down and trust God to meet her needs through others. Her mom-in-law lives much closer than me and is a big help. Her hubby is like most at this time, wondering when this phase is going to be over. He helps as much as he can.
They're into Fall harvest which is more involved than wheat harvest in the Spring. It keeps the women busy preparing and taking lunch and supper out to the field and cleaning up afterwards. It's hard work lugging all that stuff to and from the van, including buckling and unbuckling several children into the car seats. Harvest demands long hours of the farmer when the farmer's wife is a harvest widow. Our son-in-law is good to his family. He takes at least one or both of the oldest out in the tractor or combine with him (air-conditioned cabs are a God-send), and takes time to tuck them into bed when he can. The expectant father tends to have his stresses too, especially when there are one or more of the children restless at night and sleep is an illusive dream. He needs prayer too.
When I go help our daughter I usually go mid-afternoon through bath and bedtime for the kids. Pray for a divine strength to carry me through those strenuous hours. As I always say, this too shall pass--maybe not having babies, but these early years requiring all the energy two parents, and two sets of grandparents, can handle. I don't know how families with ten or more kids do it! It proves hard work doesn't kill us and that we keep going by the Grace of God, I'm sure.
That's my wish and prayer for all of you today, the Grace of God be with you.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
About Being Offline
It's so great to be back online. I've spent the last couple of days catching up on my blogger friends. If I didn't have time to comment on each one I visited I'll try to do that the next time I stop by. You all are my online community and I've missed you.
What did I do the last three months I was offline? Luckily it was Spring and Summer which are always busy since our daughter married a farmer and is Mom to three lovely, active, children. I'll share some pictures below so you can get an idea of just how beautiful they are. Of course, I could be prejudiced since I'm their Nana!
Being offline was not as ugly as I had always imagined it might be. I wish I could say I started that book I've always threatened everyone I would write someday, telling our family secrets through imaginary characters or some other disguise. However, everyone is safe as not one sentence has been uttered on paper.
With all that time on my hands I wanted to get rid of the clutter and unnecessary stuff around our home to reach my goal of living the simple life of a minimalist. But, alas, much of it is still staring me in the face when I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night. I keep wondering where I found the time to write a blog, check on friends and family in Facebook, and do research on the internet.
I could have made a dent in some of the books I've been intending to read, but I kept checking more out from the library and buying one or two from the thrift shops. Now I have to decide if I'm ever really going to read my collection and, if not, whether they're just clutter too. How dare I call my books clutter! Every book feels like a close friend whether I've read it or not. I fall in love with the cover or the subject, or the artwork and pictures inside. I find it excruciatingly hard to part with these dear friends. I guess that makes me a hopeless bibliophile. There, maybe I've finally accepted it, even though I may get teased and upbraided for all my books--I won't name any one of my loved ones who might do that; or who, when I'm in a shopping mall with them will vigorously steer me away from the bookstore. If I have to choose, I'd rather buy a book than eat.
Quite a bit of the time I was offline, I enjoyed studying the Bible. Our church pastoral team has been giving a sermon series on Romans 8, my favorite chapter in the whole Bible. When I'm having a difficult time in my life Paul's message of Christ loving me and redeeming me from sin, and then giving me His Spirit to be my comforter is what I cling to for keeping my faith intact. "Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered." (v. 26) And then that joyful 28th verse: "And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose." God doesn't make junk (I borrowed that from somewhere), which is good to remember when I'm in the dumps. No matter how dirty and difficult life gets, I am right where God wants me to be. Looking back through the years, I can now see that He has made something good out of what happened. I'm so thankful to be reminded of God's incomparable love!
Enough dialogue for now. Here are those pictures I promised.
A couple of days in July, our daughter with her three came over to visit us and a friend of hers in Newton while husband and father went to St. Louis for a farm conference. It was hot enough to enjoy lots of water play.
Our oldest granddaughter, who will be in Kindergarten this year, came to spend a night with us. She came on Wednesday night and right away she said she was going to stay till Saturday. Those two and one-half days were some of the best Papa and I have had this summer. The first morning we ate breakfast at McDonalds. We stopped and bought fresh roasting ears from the Gaeddert Farm stand. But first we had to clean up our "messy driveway." Then we shucked the corn. I let her watch a movie she likes, "The Girl and the Fox." We went to the library and checked out several books to read and a triple rocker to share with brother and sis when she went home.
The next afternoon we went to the water park where our social butterfly had lots of fun with other children who also came to cool off. I know I need to write down more of the clever things she says, but they all come so fast and by then we've moved on to other things. We had to go back to the water park "one more time" on Saturday morning before I took her home.
The baby is trying to fill Daddy's shoes because she loves her daddy. Everytime the back door opens, no matter where she is, she yells, "Dada?"
Father's day we went to see our son and his girlfriend. Our son grilled the most delicious hamburgers and hotdogs. We brought the ice cream freezer and froze vanilla ice cream. Yum! They had just moved from their apartment to a roomy house.
Little brother has to wait his turn while Papa swings big sissy and little sis. It's hard being in the middle
Here is Little Miss Fancy Fanny chattering to whatever is out there.
Our lovely, sweet (most of the time) grandchildren.
If you get all three to sit still and smile at the same time, it's something of a miracle. It only happened with two-thirds of them this time. But you can see how they're all members of the same family. I wonder where they all got those blue eyes and blonde hair?
Here is Little Miss Fancy Fanny chattering to whatever is out there.Once upon a time there was a cute, furry bunny named Oreo. And then there wasn't. It's a sad story we won't go into right now. Perhaps Old Earl, the farm dog, could offer a clue. That's life on the farm.
Our lovely, sweet (most of the time) grandchildren.
If you get all three to sit still and smile at the same time, it's something of a miracle. It only happened with two-thirds of them this time. But you can see how they're all members of the same family. I wonder where they all got those blue eyes and blonde hair?
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Thanksgiving
Okay, I'm a little late with my Thanksgiving journal, but here goes. (Pictures below) We met on November 15 for my siblings Thanksgiving celebration. Missing were my brother and his wife from Chicago, their daughter from Atlanta, a niece and her family from Las Vegas, a couple of nephews and their families from California, two nephews and their families from somewhere else in Kansas.
My sister-in-law, Edith, hosted our delicious dinner but we all brought food, as usual, to help out. None of us left hungry after feasting on turkey, locally-made German sausage, cheesy potatoes, sweet potato casserole, Edith's home-made rolls, corn, fresh fruit salad, relishes, and pumpkin pies. One traditional item we all take turns making is Graham Cracker Fluff or pudding. This is most often served as a dessert but we can't wait to have it as a dessert so it's included in the main meal. A triple recipe takes no less than one and a half hours to make the old-fashioned way (except we all cheat and use Cool Whip instead of whipped cream). I'm always afraid I'm going to under or over-cook the custard, but somehow it always comes together alright. There is never any left over! 
Every time we get together we catch up on the latest photos of far-away family. L-R: my sis-in-law, Edith, and my two sisters, Jean & Mary Jane.
My nephew and his bashful son, youngest of three boys.
The cousins set up a cafe in the spare room and served us another round of food (mostly consisting of uncooked red beans--which were recycled after each customer--and corn candy). Their service was quite unique as we picked up free change out of a jar on our way in.
Every time we get together we catch up on the latest photos of far-away family. L-R: my sis-in-law, Edith, and my two sisters, Jean & Mary Jane.My nephew and his bashful son, youngest of three boys.
I like this picture of our son, Mark. I got him laughing for a change instead of mugging for the camera.
Everyone is a little bit lazy after a large meal. L-R: Mark's wife, Tammy; our daughter Amy and husband Dean, and their two oldest, Derek & Alana.
All the girl second cousins. L-R: Hannah, Savannah, Rachel, Alana, and baby April. Hannah and Rachel are sisters. Savannah is their first cousin, and daughter of our nephew who died. They all three have entertained us with their beautiful singing. Alana & April are sisters. It was so great to see the "older" girls play with April.
I love this picture below of my niece, Nancy, and her husband, Corey. They pastor a country church and have the life of a typical pastor's family--sometimes rewarding, other times frustrating, and rather hectic, I think. She and Tim are sister and brother. Their daughters, Hannah & Rachel, with Corey on guitar, my sis Mary Jane on dobro, and myself on bass, sometimes play and sing together.
The cousins set up a cafe in the spare room and served us another round of food (mostly consisting of uncooked red beans--which were recycled after each customer--and corn candy). Their service was quite unique as we picked up free change out of a jar on our way in.
The restauranteurs. L-R: Rachel, Aidan, Alana, and Savannah.
Certainly, in our family, no holiday get-together would be complete without taking at least one picture of the resident pet(s). Here is Edith's spoiled and handsome youngster, Toby. He got along just fine with everyone, thank you. Being the boss he kept everyone in their proper place, but was nice and friendly about it.
On Thanksgiving Day, my sis, Mary Jane (who lost her husband to Alzheimer's last September) came to Newton and went with us to the community Thanksgiving dinner. They serve well over 500 every year. The typical Thanksgiving food was delicious, and the line wasn't too long."Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him, and bless His name. For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endures to all generations." Psalm 100:4, 5
Friday, August 07, 2009
Media Blitz
It always warms me when one of my relatives makes a scene...in the paper that is. Here's a picture of our granddaughter coming in second in the pedal pull contest at the Marion County Fair. Her win qualifies her to compete in the petal pull at the State Fair in September. She wasn't half as excited as her parents and the rest of us. She didn't need to be coerced into doing this nor into doing the calf chasing contest. She says she's growing up to be Daddy's cowgirl. http://www.hillsborofreepress.com/content/view/18090181/31/>
Picture courtesy of Hillsboro Free Press
Our nephew recently made a big splash on the front page with this story: >http://www.hillsborofreepress.com/content/view/18089925/31/
Picture courtesy of Hillsboro Free Press
Picture caption: "As Tim Unruh watches, master chef Lynn Crawford offers cameraman Kristoff Roehon a sampling of Unruh’s cherry mousse during a break in filming for the Canadian Food Network show tentatively titled “Fearless Chef” in the Peter Paul Loewen House." Don Ratzlaff / Free Press
The Peter Paul Loewen House is widely known as the Adobe House Museum in Hillsboro, commemorating the settling of Mennonites from Russia in the Hillsboro area. Tim was wearing a beard for Hillsboro's 125th celebration which certainly gave him the authentic look of an 187o's Mennonite. However, it's not authentic that a Mennonite father would have cooked and baked, nor been a stay-at-home father. He's lucky to live in this era with the right to pursue his talents.
Here are excerpts from the article: "And he [Tim] did it all in the stark surroundings of the Peter Paul Loewen House, the traditional Russian clay brick house built in 1876. The show’s host, Lynn Crawford, most recently the executive chef at the five-star Four Seasons resort hotel in New York, and her camera crew of five were in Hillsboro to film part of an episode for a new show the Canadian Food Network is producing under the working title of 'Fearless Chef.'"
In addition to raving about his baking techniques, Crawford simply gushed as she sampled the Mennonite-ethnic New Year’s Cookies, mulberry-rhubarb pie and cherry mousse he had prepared in advance.
"I’ve eaten pie in some of the best restaurants anywhere, and this is absolutely the best I’ve ever had,” she said between bites.
"Such high praise could be hard to swallow for a person hoping to represent traditional Mennonite humility.
“I guess I was really surprised,” Unruh said about Crawford’s response. “Here you have this five-star chef—in my mind, that’s like the ultimate. She’s experienced everything—she went to chef school and is really well-trained. She was working at a famous hotel-resort.
“For her to compliment me like that... it was a good feeling.
"Filming at the Loewen House was only the first stage of a three-day experience for Unruh. That evening he was interviewed at his home for an additional hour.
But that wasn’t the end of it either. The traditional “feast” was to follow the next day.
“That ended up being at our house,” said Unruh, who also is a veteran horticulturalist who works a few hours a week for The Garden Center in Hillsboro.
"The new show will begin airing in Canada after the first of the year. Director Cheryl Zalameda said they hope they have done enough shooting in the United States that the program will be purchased also by the Food Network or Discovery Channel in this country.
Whatever the outcome, Unruh said the crew promised to send him a copy of the finished episode. But it isn’t likely that Unruh or his family will forget the experience anytime soon.
“For a small-town boy in Hillsboro to have this opportunity to learn something from—or just be in the presence of a famous chef—it was one of those opportunities that you can’t pass up,” Unruh said.
“I love cooking so much, and I wanted to learn as much from her as she was learning from me. It was a huge honor for me to have her here.” (End of quotes from the article).
Tim works parttime at the Loewen house. I hope you'll follow the link to the full article. It's so exciting to have Tim's talents shared with others. He and his wife and three sons live in his parents home, and another story is how they've furnished and decorated it with antiques.
Tomorrow or as soon as I can, I'll post pictures of Tim's garden I took last summer. The picture at the top of my blog is his inviting back porch. I want to sit down in that chair and have a quiet time.
Monday, May 04, 2009
New Grandbaby!
April Mae born April 26, 2009 at 3:38 a.m., 7 lbs., 12 ozs., 19 inches. Lots of dark hair--Nana took her hat off here so you could see some of it. She's a real cutie and already we can tell she's a sweet heart. Her mommy calls her "Sweet Pea." She looks a lot like her mommy when she was a baby.(Ignore the dates as my camera was confused) More pictures below.
APRIL'S STORY:
Did I say in my last post we were expecting our third grandchild in May? We were pleasantly surprised when April Mae was born in April instead of May (her middle name is her other grandma's middle name and not the month). I think her middle name should have been Storm, or Stormie, as her dad, mom, sister, and brother arrived at the hospital during severe thunderstorms. Part of her labor stalled when all of the patients at Newton Medical Center had to sit out a tornado warning in the hospital hallways. Luckily, mom didn't have to deliver to an audience!
In so many ways, God was protecting them. Dean was scheduled to sing with the Mennonite Men's Chorus in Newton and was just getting ready to leave for the early rehearsal when mom felt a strange pressure in her belly, while loading the dishwasher after Sunday dinner. After calling the doctor it was decided she had better get to the hospital to check it out. Amy had her bag packed, but hadn't prepared bags for Alana and Derek who would come to stay at our house. I guess there was some frantic packing going on for the next hour or so. Plus, Alan and I were doing some hard praying that they would make it through the thunderstorms okay. Later, we found out they were just moments ahead of a downburst or straight-line winds that did quite a lot of damage in areas around the road they drove on to Newton.
Since the baby's due date was May 15, and Amy was scheduled to be induced on May 7, it was thought this would be a false start. When Alan and I were at Amy and Dean's house on Saturday, however, I knew there was no way this baby was going to wait to be delivered on May 7. Amy was so uncomfortable and the baby's position had obviously lowered.
Since the baby's due date was May 15, and Amy was scheduled to be induced on May 7, it was thought this would be a false start. When Alan and I were at Amy and Dean's house on Saturday, however, I knew there was no way this baby was going to wait to be delivered on May 7. Amy was so uncomfortable and the baby's position had obviously lowered.
Going back to the Sunday before, on April 19, Dean and Amy agonized a few days whether or not they would go to my sister's house in Paola for my family's Easter dinner, a two and a half hour drive. Dean would have to miss the first performance of the year of the Mennonite Men's Chorus at Bethany College in Lindsborg. He finally decided he had better accompany Amy to Paola in case she went into early labor, a highly unlikely prospect given the first two pregnancies, but not impossible as we were to find out.
I jokingly said to Alan on Saturday, the 25th, on the way home from spending the day with Amy, "Wouldn't it be something if Dean had to miss the Mennonite Men's Chorus performance in Newton tomorrow 'cause Amy might go into labor?" I'm not sure that, in the 15-18 years he's sung in the chorus, he has missed a performance. This year he missed both.
When we called our son, Mark, and his girlfriend, Tammy, at about 6 p.m. Sunday evening, Amy had dilated to 4 cm. When Tammy, who is an RN, heard that, she said, "She'll deliver within the next 12 hours. She was right, as April arrived at 3:38 a.m. Monday morning, almost exactly 12 hours from the time they arrived at the hospital. Amy called us around 5:00 a.m.
Praise God, it was so good to hear everyone was doing fine, though tired. These words from Psalm 71 came to mind: "You have taught me ever since I was young, and I still tell of your wonderful acts. Now that I am old and my hair is gray, do not abandon me, God! Be with me while I proclaim your power and might to all generations to come." (v. 17-18) I consider it a precious calling as Mother and Grandmother to pass on to our children and grandchildren the wonderful story of God's grace given to us through His Son, Jesus.
It was certainly God's grace, showered on me through friend's prayers, that brought me through last week. Anticipating the amount of energy I would need to care for Alana and Derek, and wanting it to be a joyful and blessed time of helping Amy and her family adjust to the addition of April to the family, I wondered how I would manage. But why did I spend one minute concerning myself with the details? The week went great one moment, one hour, one day at a time. The neuropathy pain that so often keeps me from enjoying daily life took a backseat to the joy of having April Mae join the family circle, and of caring for the family's needs as they adjust to the added responsibilities. I came home yesterday, May 3, feeling exceptionally tired, but fine otherwise.
We're so very thankful Dean and Amy are Christian parents who are teaching Alana, Derek, and April to know about, and love, God and Jesus. Each morning Alana and Derek listen as Mommy read's a children's Bible story, Daddy read's a Bible verse, and prayer is said before each meal and again at bedtime. One of Alana's favorite songs is "I have the Joy of Jesus in My Heart." It warms my heart to hear her sing it.
Now, it's time for some pictures. I may get carried away and start with some from Easter to the present.
Easter Sunday we met Mark & Tammy at the Flying J in Emporia, halfway between them and us. The Flying J is actually a busy truck stop but has an inexpensive, good-food buffet. We found out it probably wasn't busy because it was the first day for the "No Smoking" law in Emporia. 
On the way to Paola, April 19, we drove through the Kansas Flint Hills right after "burn week," when they burn off the old growth to make room for new. It's quite a sight to see the blackened hills. By now, after the rains we've had, it will be green and lovely. I hope we drive to Topeka soon, to see Mark and Tammy, so we can drive through the hills blooming with wild flowers.
Savannah, Rachel, and Hannah entertained us with their beautiful singing.
The day went much too quickly.
We missed our dear nephew, David, Savannah's dad, who passed away suddenly in January at age 39.
Corey Miller relaxes while the three youngest family members work out a toy dilemma: Madilyn McCool (my sister's great granddaughter), Derek and Alana Suderman, our two grandchildren at that time.
My sister, Jean McCool, admires her youngest greatgrandson, Hunter McCool, with our sister, Mary Jane Funk. Mary Jane's daughter, Denise White and husband, Jim, live in Las Vegas with their children, Kurt and Alexa. Unfortunately, we only see them about once a year.
My sister, Jean McCool, admires her youngest greatgrandson, Hunter McCool, with our sister, Mary Jane Funk. Mary Jane's daughter, Denise White and husband, Jim, live in Las Vegas with their children, Kurt and Alexa. Unfortunately, we only see them about once a year. 
L-R: Our sister-in-law, Edith Unruh (mother of the late David Unruh), Sisters Mary Jane Funk, Jean McCool, and Moi. We have some great times, just we four meeting at Jean's house, during the summer when we can enjoy antique shopping, eating out or cooking together, going for walks, and being silly "girls" again.
Back home on Sunday, the 26th, we're having fun in the basement waiting out the tornado warning. Alana and Derek like to ride the hobby horse. Alana named him Honey Pie, after Strawberry Shortcakes's horse. Derek is hanging on, but he gets on and rides Honey Pie by himself.
There's always time for snacks at Papa and Nana's house. We usually have Whales and raisins, grapes, cheese, or apple slices. Animal crackers are a big hit as well. There are always plenty of toys, crumbs, and other messes to clean up after Alana and Derek go home. These are the small things that store up precious memories for the years to come.
Big sister and brother are wearing their "billboard" shirts. Mommy made sure she packed them (the date should be the 27th on this pic). They were excited before sis was born about having a baby brother or sister. On our way from the hospital to our house I asked Alana what the baby's name would be if she had a sister. "Anita," she said. I asked, "What if it's a baby brother?"
Big sister and brother are wearing their "billboard" shirts. Mommy made sure she packed them (the date should be the 27th on this pic). They were excited before sis was born about having a baby brother or sister. On our way from the hospital to our house I asked Alana what the baby's name would be if she had a sister. "Anita," she said. I asked, "What if it's a baby brother?" "I don't know," she said, "but it has to start with a D."
Proud Daddy with his boy and girls. Derek, at two, is a little young to express his opinion about what he'll be when he grows up. Alana, 4, on the other hand, is going to be a cowgirl and ride a horse so she can round up cattle for her daddy. On Saturday, May 2, they put on their cowboy hats and boots and went out to watch Daddy work cattle with Grandpa and Grandma Suderman.
Daddy's girls, at home and doing fine.
Loving and admiring little sis, "Apa," as Derek says.
The best time of all is at the end of the day, when Daddy's in from the farmwork, Mommy's got the dishes done, baths taken, and all can sit down together for a story, cup of milk, then brush teeth and get tucked into bed. Derek sometimes sneaks out of bed and spends a little extra time by himself with Daddy and Mommy.
Alana loves her stuffed animals who spend the night with her.
Alana loves her stuffed animals who spend the night with her.
In Psalms 127:3, 4 we read: "Behold, children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth." So true.
We've been blessed twice, first with a son and daughter, and now our grandchildren. Since I have so much to learn yet about life, it's hard for me to think of myself as a grandmother. But everything I've experienced and learned up to this point could not have prepared me for the joy I'm experiencing in our grandchildren.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Time
"Time is a dressmaker, specializing in alterations."
That's a good explanation of why every effort I make to organize and prioritize my time doesn't work. Something comes up to alter my plans and I'm off and running in another direction.
I'm not complaining, however. Just stating a fact. Most of the time the alterations include our two grandkids and their mom who is expecting our third grandchild. Amy is trying to get a lot of things done before that third baby comes sometime in May.
The week before last, we had beautiful Spring-like weather and Amy, Derek (the two-year old), and I went on a shopping trip to Target and Hobby Lobby in Hutchinson while Alana (the four-year old) stayed with Papa. Papa doesn't like to change diapers, altho' he will when he has to, but we decided it was kind-to-Papa-week and took Derek.
Amy was looking for Strawberry Shortcake stuff to put together a birthday party for Alana. Wouldn't you know, that what you're looking for has suddenly gone out of style, or everyone else has the same idea and has bought it off the shelves before you got there. But once Amy has an idea she has an end product in mind and pursues it with vigor, even seven months pregnant. I have no idea where she got her perfectionism and subbornness.
By now I should know that with Amy, being half my age, and with a whole lot more stamina, it's not always a good idea to follow her around a mall. I remember those all-day shopping trips, but that's all they should be--a memory. So no matter how badly I want to get out of the house, I must remember not to go shopping with Amy!
Having said all that, let me add a clincher here: Amy asked me to meet her at her doctor's office when she had an appointment the day after the shopping trip to Hutch. She wanted Alana to hear the baby's heartbeat while I watched Derek in the waiting room. I saw no problem with that.
Why didn't I follow my instincts and take Alana and Derek to my house after the appointment and let Amy shop to her heart's content? Because, I fooled myself into believing that since we had a long day shopping the day before, this would be a short shopping trip. Actually, it was shorter than the day before, but then it included eating out afterwards 'cause mommy's eating for two, don't you know, and it was almost dinner time.
OK, I survived. One long shopping day is plenty, but two days in a row is not for this Nana. Plus, since Papa and I spend Mondays with our daughter at her house, or babysitting at our house so she can go shopping, that was a week of having 3 wonderful days with our daughter and grandkids, but it put me weeks behind in housekeeping, laundry, and blogging.
Today, of course we'll be reaping the harvest of shopping trips well-done. We'll be celebrating Alana's 4th birthday with Strawberry Shortcake splendor. Her smiles and delight will be reward enough for the insignificant pain and aggravation I suffered. Praise God for our children and their children. They keep us young.
"Children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed [are the parents] whose quiver is full of them;..." Psalms 127:3-5a
That's a good explanation of why every effort I make to organize and prioritize my time doesn't work. Something comes up to alter my plans and I'm off and running in another direction.
I'm not complaining, however. Just stating a fact. Most of the time the alterations include our two grandkids and their mom who is expecting our third grandchild. Amy is trying to get a lot of things done before that third baby comes sometime in May.
The week before last, we had beautiful Spring-like weather and Amy, Derek (the two-year old), and I went on a shopping trip to Target and Hobby Lobby in Hutchinson while Alana (the four-year old) stayed with Papa. Papa doesn't like to change diapers, altho' he will when he has to, but we decided it was kind-to-Papa-week and took Derek.
Amy was looking for Strawberry Shortcake stuff to put together a birthday party for Alana. Wouldn't you know, that what you're looking for has suddenly gone out of style, or everyone else has the same idea and has bought it off the shelves before you got there. But once Amy has an idea she has an end product in mind and pursues it with vigor, even seven months pregnant. I have no idea where she got her perfectionism and subbornness.
By now I should know that with Amy, being half my age, and with a whole lot more stamina, it's not always a good idea to follow her around a mall. I remember those all-day shopping trips, but that's all they should be--a memory. So no matter how badly I want to get out of the house, I must remember not to go shopping with Amy!
Having said all that, let me add a clincher here: Amy asked me to meet her at her doctor's office when she had an appointment the day after the shopping trip to Hutch. She wanted Alana to hear the baby's heartbeat while I watched Derek in the waiting room. I saw no problem with that.
Why didn't I follow my instincts and take Alana and Derek to my house after the appointment and let Amy shop to her heart's content? Because, I fooled myself into believing that since we had a long day shopping the day before, this would be a short shopping trip. Actually, it was shorter than the day before, but then it included eating out afterwards 'cause mommy's eating for two, don't you know, and it was almost dinner time.
OK, I survived. One long shopping day is plenty, but two days in a row is not for this Nana. Plus, since Papa and I spend Mondays with our daughter at her house, or babysitting at our house so she can go shopping, that was a week of having 3 wonderful days with our daughter and grandkids, but it put me weeks behind in housekeeping, laundry, and blogging.
Today, of course we'll be reaping the harvest of shopping trips well-done. We'll be celebrating Alana's 4th birthday with Strawberry Shortcake splendor. Her smiles and delight will be reward enough for the insignificant pain and aggravation I suffered. Praise God for our children and their children. They keep us young.
"Children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed [are the parents] whose quiver is full of them;..." Psalms 127:3-5a
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Beginning Again
First, I want to thank my blogging friends who have expressed their heartfelt sympathies, and for your prayers for my sister-in-law and her family the last couple of months.
I don't know where or how to begin again. I don't know if I can call the time I've been absent a season of grief. I've been mostly mentally and emotionally numb. I don't grieve like I used to. What I mean is I don't cry with tears on the outside. I don't know how I feel about this because life just takes over and there's not enough time to think about or process it. I've thought it's because as I get older and closer to my own mortality I have a sense of relief for anyone who goes home to Jesus. Death is a release from the burden of life in this troubled world. At the same time, I can't imagine the pain my sister-in-law, niece and nephew and their families are going through. David was a special person and is missed by all who knew him.
Maybe I'm numb because I'm not as close to them as I've always wanted to be. They've always seemed like a very close-knit family that I didn't want to intrude. But it could be as simple as me realizing that my brother, being the oldest of us five siblings, and me the youngest, were not especially close to one another because of our age difference. Yet, I've always felt like my sister-in-law was more my sister than an in-law. Since I moved 30 miles away about eight years ago, it seems I moved to a different country. So close and yet so far away. I've always been kind of mystified by how moving such a short distance could make such a difference. I don't want to make it more complicated than it is.
Through the years, for as long as I could remember, family was everything to me. Then I started realizing that other family members may not have the same feelings as I did. It's a disappointment I've carried around for a long time. Maybe it's time to let it go. Maybe it's not about me.
Everyone deals with disappointment and pain in different ways. I get up and dust myself off and start doing something I've wanted to do for a long time but didn't feel motivated to do.
I'm doing some deep housecleaning that I haven't felt like doing since we moved to this house eight years ago. It gives me a great deal of satisfaction to finally get started. It's going to take me awhile because decluttering and organizing have been neglected and I'm kind of mortified by the whole mess.
It's good to be blogging again. Blessings everyone.
I don't know where or how to begin again. I don't know if I can call the time I've been absent a season of grief. I've been mostly mentally and emotionally numb. I don't grieve like I used to. What I mean is I don't cry with tears on the outside. I don't know how I feel about this because life just takes over and there's not enough time to think about or process it. I've thought it's because as I get older and closer to my own mortality I have a sense of relief for anyone who goes home to Jesus. Death is a release from the burden of life in this troubled world. At the same time, I can't imagine the pain my sister-in-law, niece and nephew and their families are going through. David was a special person and is missed by all who knew him.
Maybe I'm numb because I'm not as close to them as I've always wanted to be. They've always seemed like a very close-knit family that I didn't want to intrude. But it could be as simple as me realizing that my brother, being the oldest of us five siblings, and me the youngest, were not especially close to one another because of our age difference. Yet, I've always felt like my sister-in-law was more my sister than an in-law. Since I moved 30 miles away about eight years ago, it seems I moved to a different country. So close and yet so far away. I've always been kind of mystified by how moving such a short distance could make such a difference. I don't want to make it more complicated than it is.
Through the years, for as long as I could remember, family was everything to me. Then I started realizing that other family members may not have the same feelings as I did. It's a disappointment I've carried around for a long time. Maybe it's time to let it go. Maybe it's not about me.
Everyone deals with disappointment and pain in different ways. I get up and dust myself off and start doing something I've wanted to do for a long time but didn't feel motivated to do.
I'm doing some deep housecleaning that I haven't felt like doing since we moved to this house eight years ago. It gives me a great deal of satisfaction to finally get started. It's going to take me awhile because decluttering and organizing have been neglected and I'm kind of mortified by the whole mess.
It's good to be blogging again. Blessings everyone.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
A Terrible Sadness
In reference to my appointment with the cardiologist yesterday: the cardio said there's nothing to be too concerned about. I have mitral valve insufficiency which wasn't anything new. I have a thickening of the duct between the lobes which is probably a congenital thing. They'll keep an eye on it, but at this time no treatment or surgery is necessry. Jan. 20th I'll have a stress test and then wear a heart monitor for several weeks.
My health problems have paled compared to what happened in our family this afternoon. My 38 yr. old nephew collapsed and died at work today--a possible aneuryism. A terrible shock. My brother, his father, died in January, 1991 from cancer. It's, of course, going to be really difficult for my sister-in-law, and my nephew's sister and brother and their families. Plus, he left his 11 or 12 yr. old daughter, and his ex-wife, who was still his friend. I know you will pray, and I am so thankful for all who will.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our affliction..."
2 Cor. 1:3
My health problems have paled compared to what happened in our family this afternoon. My 38 yr. old nephew collapsed and died at work today--a possible aneuryism. A terrible shock. My brother, his father, died in January, 1991 from cancer. It's, of course, going to be really difficult for my sister-in-law, and my nephew's sister and brother and their families. Plus, he left his 11 or 12 yr. old daughter, and his ex-wife, who was still his friend. I know you will pray, and I am so thankful for all who will.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our affliction..."
2 Cor. 1:3
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Speed Bumps
Wow! It all happened so quickly. Our son and his girlfriend came from Topeka, and our daughter, who only lives 30 minutes from us packed up her hubby and two preschoolers and stayed overnight on Christmas Eve. I really enjoyed the relaxing time we had. No one was rushing away to get their babies home to bed. Big sister and little brother have taken naps at our house so getting them to sleep after opening the gifts was no big chore. I don't know if we've all been together under one roof since our daughter got married and started their family. I wouldn't mind making it a tradition. But it may not be up to me. With daughter and husband expecting their third next May, arranging for that to happen again could get complicated.
Everyone arrived around 4:30 or 5:00 p.m. so we could eat the ham and green bean soup supper I made. We went to our church for a candle-light communion service at 6:00. Having communion is kind of like having Christmas and Easter all rolled into one big celebration, the Birth and the Resurrection. Of course, the music is one of the things I enjoy most about Christmas. Singing carols together in a congregation of about 300 voices is heartwarming. I thought we could have sang the Hallelujah Chorus to bring it all to an exciting finale.
But quietly eating the bread and drinking of the cup before leaving the sanctuary, lit only by Christmas lights and dozens of candles, was a more appropriate way to "come to the manger" and worship. In the quietness I could almost feel Mary pondering all what was happening as the angel had told her it would, while the shepherds crowded around the little tableau surrounded by cattle, donkeys, and sheep. If I listened closely I could hear the doves cooing overhead, having been awakened by the bright light of the star and the commotion in the little stable. With the kitten asleep at Mary's feet, a mouse safely peeked out from his little doorway, whiskers twitching, to see what was going on. The smell of sweet hay mingled with the balmy breath of a cow standing next to Joseph, contentedly chewing her cud and lending the warmth of her ample body to keep the tiny baby from shivering in the chill of the night air.
We had a lot of fun watching the grandkids open their gifts. Big sister could hardly keep from helping little brother who was too much of a slopoke opening up his gifts. She was Papa Claus's little helper as she handed the gifts out to everyone. By the time we finished we were ankle deep in paper and bows. I got the softest, warmest, heavenly blue robe from my honey. We went a little wild on Christmas gifts this year since I had saved a nice little cache of money during the year. We talked about doing something different for gifts next Christmas - gift cards, and/or donating to a favorite charity and spending less on gifts. I sure do enjoy getting and giving gifts and seeing the pleasure on everyone's faces.
New Year's Day was quiet for us. I made our usual Chex snack mix and 3 dozen New Year's Cookies, a German tradition of making a raised sticky dough with raisins and a little nutmeg, then dropping by tablespoons into hot oil and frying. It's always fun to watch the little rolls turn themselves over. The temperature of the oil has to be just right so the outside doesn't overfry before the inside gets done. After draining we dip them in a thin white frosting or in plain sugar, allowing them to cool enough to eat and enjoy. Yummy. I always eat too many. I still have some peppernut dough to finish baking. I look forward to savoring the recent memories of a great little family Christmas.
I will try to be back in a couple of days to post some pictures. I've been trying to catch up on rest and getting back in the "groove" after the holidays. Several weeks ago I had an echocardiogram and the results show I have a mitral valve insufficiency (which I've known for several years) which has apparently worsened. One of the symptoms is fatigue. In fact, it's the main one I've been experiencing. I'll be seeing a cardiologist this week Wednesday. Please pray for the outcome of the appointment and any further tests. Of course, I don't want to have surgery which is a possibility. Another speed bump in life. We'll see what God has in store for us in 2009.
Thanks for stopping by. I pray God's blessing for you in 2009. Happy New Year.
Everyone arrived around 4:30 or 5:00 p.m. so we could eat the ham and green bean soup supper I made. We went to our church for a candle-light communion service at 6:00. Having communion is kind of like having Christmas and Easter all rolled into one big celebration, the Birth and the Resurrection. Of course, the music is one of the things I enjoy most about Christmas. Singing carols together in a congregation of about 300 voices is heartwarming. I thought we could have sang the Hallelujah Chorus to bring it all to an exciting finale.
But quietly eating the bread and drinking of the cup before leaving the sanctuary, lit only by Christmas lights and dozens of candles, was a more appropriate way to "come to the manger" and worship. In the quietness I could almost feel Mary pondering all what was happening as the angel had told her it would, while the shepherds crowded around the little tableau surrounded by cattle, donkeys, and sheep. If I listened closely I could hear the doves cooing overhead, having been awakened by the bright light of the star and the commotion in the little stable. With the kitten asleep at Mary's feet, a mouse safely peeked out from his little doorway, whiskers twitching, to see what was going on. The smell of sweet hay mingled with the balmy breath of a cow standing next to Joseph, contentedly chewing her cud and lending the warmth of her ample body to keep the tiny baby from shivering in the chill of the night air.
We had a lot of fun watching the grandkids open their gifts. Big sister could hardly keep from helping little brother who was too much of a slopoke opening up his gifts. She was Papa Claus's little helper as she handed the gifts out to everyone. By the time we finished we were ankle deep in paper and bows. I got the softest, warmest, heavenly blue robe from my honey. We went a little wild on Christmas gifts this year since I had saved a nice little cache of money during the year. We talked about doing something different for gifts next Christmas - gift cards, and/or donating to a favorite charity and spending less on gifts. I sure do enjoy getting and giving gifts and seeing the pleasure on everyone's faces.
New Year's Day was quiet for us. I made our usual Chex snack mix and 3 dozen New Year's Cookies, a German tradition of making a raised sticky dough with raisins and a little nutmeg, then dropping by tablespoons into hot oil and frying. It's always fun to watch the little rolls turn themselves over. The temperature of the oil has to be just right so the outside doesn't overfry before the inside gets done. After draining we dip them in a thin white frosting or in plain sugar, allowing them to cool enough to eat and enjoy. Yummy. I always eat too many. I still have some peppernut dough to finish baking. I look forward to savoring the recent memories of a great little family Christmas.
I will try to be back in a couple of days to post some pictures. I've been trying to catch up on rest and getting back in the "groove" after the holidays. Several weeks ago I had an echocardiogram and the results show I have a mitral valve insufficiency (which I've known for several years) which has apparently worsened. One of the symptoms is fatigue. In fact, it's the main one I've been experiencing. I'll be seeing a cardiologist this week Wednesday. Please pray for the outcome of the appointment and any further tests. Of course, I don't want to have surgery which is a possibility. Another speed bump in life. We'll see what God has in store for us in 2009.
Thanks for stopping by. I pray God's blessing for you in 2009. Happy New Year.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Where Am I?
Oh, yeah, right here. It's just been one of those weeks. Yesterday (Friday) I spent most of the day with my daughter and her two babies. Well, the 3 1/2 yr. old doesn't want to be called a baby anymore. And if the two-year old could talk, he would mimic his sister, which he tries to do anyway. Here's a picture daughter sent Halloween evening: Strawberry Shortcake and the Little Farmer. I just love them bunches of baskets and buckets!
Thursday night I slow-cooked an arm roast with potatoes and carrots and took that over for Friday's noon meal. We put the food in divided plates and took them out to the field for hubby and his dad who were cutting milo or planting wheat-- can't keep up what they're up to. When I was growing up on the farm all those seasonal things were so much a part of my life I hardly gave them a second thought and didn't realize how much they had become a part of me till I left and never went back. Have I mentioned I miss the rhythm of those seasons, the routine? I loved being closer to nature.
I wish I had more time to reminisce but hubby called and said he's taking me out for supper in Wichita tonight and I'd better get ready to dine in the city. Hope to be back soon. Y'all take care.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Bits, pieces, and a soapbox
I don't have a whole lot to report about the Judgement House presentation at our church. Just that I worked in post-registration and spent time in the Prayer Room the other night and feel truly blessed. I walked from the youth pastor's outer office (where we were set up) to his inner office and there was "Jesus." At least it sure looked like some of the pictures I've seen of Him. I looked at him and said, "It's so good to meet you here." The actor looked at me a little strangely, and reached out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Steve. And you're?" Now why did he have to bring me back down to earth like that? I guess I was interrupting his focus on the role he has, and I can certainly understand that. I kind of felt I should have been more respectful of that. I also think Steve must have thought I was a little (or a lot) batty!
I don't know what people expect of a sixty-something grandmother, but most seem unprepared for my wry sense of humor. I wonder if it's because at first I can be my old shy self that protects me from risking the rejection that I sometimes sense when my "silliness" is misunderstood. But, with a few who catch on I certainly enjoy the kidding back-and-forth. Life is too harsh if we can't laugh at ourselves and the ridiculous things that life throws at us.
Sometimes it's the "little" things in life that put a crimp into our best-laid plans of living life with humor. The crud is making its rounds at my daughter's house--it seems to hit fast and leave quickly, thank goodness. Her dear husband and their kid's father has been cleaning up after everyone, so guess who's probably next. Much as I love my daughter and her family, I'm staying away, while supporting and encouraging her over the phone. Coincidentally, with the busy week I knew I was having I wasn't planning on seeing them till Sunday anyway. Hopefully, they'll all be over it by then. I know she's had a busy week and in between the two kids and her being sick she was able to keep on schedule with getting their portraits taken, her daughter going to pre-school, Wednesday night church, and whatever else she had going on.
Young mothers seem twice as busy as I was. I purposely didn't force or encourage too many extra activities on our son and daughter. For one thing, I wanted them to enjoy being "just kids" with free time to explore the world around them. I guess I was also being selfish, because I wanted to have more time with them, and I didn't want to have to be chauffering them all over the place. If I was spending too much time in the car, I wouldn't have had time to enjoy some of my own hobbies. Plus, how could we be a family if we seldom spent valuable time together? I think there are a few kids who thrive on a lot of different interests, but others just want to have a quiet life in school and at home. I don't believe it's right for parents to force an introverted kid to get so involved they lose themselves. I hope common sense tells us when a child is isolating and needs encouragement to socialize. But how many parents have the time between work, work, work, to know their children and teens well enough to spot likes and dislikes and to recognize trouble when it comes? Contemporary life is hard on parents and children and I certainly don't have all the answers. Well, I'm on my soapbox and could go on but will let it be for now.
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom..." Colossians 3:16a; and "...teach the older women to be reverent...to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home..." Titus 2:3-5
(Can you tell I'm writing an article on mentoring for our church women's newstetter?)
I don't know what people expect of a sixty-something grandmother, but most seem unprepared for my wry sense of humor. I wonder if it's because at first I can be my old shy self that protects me from risking the rejection that I sometimes sense when my "silliness" is misunderstood. But, with a few who catch on I certainly enjoy the kidding back-and-forth. Life is too harsh if we can't laugh at ourselves and the ridiculous things that life throws at us.
Sometimes it's the "little" things in life that put a crimp into our best-laid plans of living life with humor. The crud is making its rounds at my daughter's house--it seems to hit fast and leave quickly, thank goodness. Her dear husband and their kid's father has been cleaning up after everyone, so guess who's probably next. Much as I love my daughter and her family, I'm staying away, while supporting and encouraging her over the phone. Coincidentally, with the busy week I knew I was having I wasn't planning on seeing them till Sunday anyway. Hopefully, they'll all be over it by then. I know she's had a busy week and in between the two kids and her being sick she was able to keep on schedule with getting their portraits taken, her daughter going to pre-school, Wednesday night church, and whatever else she had going on.
Young mothers seem twice as busy as I was. I purposely didn't force or encourage too many extra activities on our son and daughter. For one thing, I wanted them to enjoy being "just kids" with free time to explore the world around them. I guess I was also being selfish, because I wanted to have more time with them, and I didn't want to have to be chauffering them all over the place. If I was spending too much time in the car, I wouldn't have had time to enjoy some of my own hobbies. Plus, how could we be a family if we seldom spent valuable time together? I think there are a few kids who thrive on a lot of different interests, but others just want to have a quiet life in school and at home. I don't believe it's right for parents to force an introverted kid to get so involved they lose themselves. I hope common sense tells us when a child is isolating and needs encouragement to socialize. But how many parents have the time between work, work, work, to know their children and teens well enough to spot likes and dislikes and to recognize trouble when it comes? Contemporary life is hard on parents and children and I certainly don't have all the answers. Well, I'm on my soapbox and could go on but will let it be for now.
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom..." Colossians 3:16a; and "...teach the older women to be reverent...to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home..." Titus 2:3-5
(Can you tell I'm writing an article on mentoring for our church women's newstetter?)
Friday, September 26, 2008
Your daddy had to put on a mask and gown because he had a cold. Maybe that's why you had your eyes closed those first couple days--you may have gotten a glimpse of that "masked bandit" and it probably scared you.Of course, right from the beginning you could melt your daddy's heart with a look, your smile, and your tears. Thirty-two years later you share the same brain waves or something--at least you share the same sense of humor that's fun to watch. All you have to do is look at each other with that special twinkle in your eyes and you're privy to a joke that leaves the rest of us in the dust, asking "What, what's so funny?" (Altho' some of us are beginning to catch on!) I'm glad you and your daddy have a good relationship. God blessed us when he gave us you. It's a huge task that's given to parents to provide everything a child needs to become an individual in their own right. You prevailed over the mistakes we made and taught us how to lighten up. Continue in the wisdom God has given you and enjoy the journey.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Life Goes On
John Lennon said, "Life goes on while we're making other plans." That's how this blog has been going. I can't believe it's been more than three weeks since my last post. I had the best intentions to post at least once or twice a week. Last week I had a post all ready to publish and then lost it in the publishing process. Grrrr! Computers. My computer! It gives me this "Can't find server" message all the time. From now on I've got to remember to save my post before I publish. It seems like the third time I click it finally gets through whatever is hanging it up. I'm sure there's a way to fix it if I would take the time to find out how.
Meanwhile, we've entered a heat wave here in Kansas and, from what it looks like, most of the rest of the United States as well. We need a larger bird bath so I don't have to go out more than a couple of times a day to refresh it. I have two in the backyard and one in the front yard. The grackles, bluejays, and doves get in, many as three to four at a time, and splash out half the water soon after I've refilled it. This afternoon there were about two dozen grackles, doves, jays, sparrows, and finches all feeding together in the shade of the Autumn Blaze tree we planted a couple years ago. You know it's hot when different species of birds congregate together in the shade, hold their wings away from their bodies, and have their bills open.
Reminds me of how we spent our summers on the farm without air conditioning. After lunch we'd cease all our activities and read or take a nap. Mother would put a large square fan in an open window and pump up a bucket of cold water from the cistern. She would soak a clean gunny sack in the bucket, bring it up dripping and hang it on the outside of the window behind the fan. That was the closest we came to an air conditioner or a water cooler. Prior to doing that we'd carry pails of water to pour under the trees near the chicken house where the chickens had a cool spot to rest. The cattle would submerge themselves in the pond up to their stomachs. We probably poured some water under a few bushes so the dog and cats had a cool spot for their afternoon siesta. Our farm was a rather primitive operation during the fifties. The only running water we had was if we ran from the well with a pail of water in each hand like Jack and Jill. Needless to say, working on the farm kept us out of trouble.
Our son plays drums and percussion in a pop/rock band. They are recording a CD right now, and from what I've heard I'm impressed, especially with the drummer. They are also getting more gigs as people in their area get acquainted with them. This has been his dream for a long time. There's a link, "Son's Band," in the sidebar here. Click on it and have a listen.
I'm still losing weight, a pound at a time (one or two a week). Being 50 lbs. lighter feels so much better. Being lighter doesn't make a difference on the neuropathy pain in my hands and feet. But otherwise, I keep feeling better as I follow the healthy diabetic diet. It's frustrating not to be able to walk as much as I'd like. Never having learned to swim (I tried and sank like a rock) my fear of the water keeps me out of the pool, which would be the most ideal type of exercise. I must say I really enjoy taking up less space in the world. Another plus is that I don't sweat nearly as much as I used to in summer. A good life-change diet is the US pyramid diet. Here's a link if you want to start following it, if not to lose weight, than to start feeling better and being more healthy: http://www.mypyramid.gov
Is housework exciting? It can be, especially since I finally quit procastinating and started cleaning out the spare bedroom closet. Moved everything out, threw away, gave away and opened up enough space to put the cedar chest under the hanging clothes. At least now I know what's in there. There's more to go through but it's in containers that will take me just a few minutes when I have some extra time.
Our daughter and hubby are taking a few days vacation from the farm. I'm going to stay with our 16-month old granddaughter at their house. I'm looking forward to having lots of fun as our toddler is active and inquisitive. Yesterday when we visited she was playing ball with me. She went a few feet away and squatted like a catcher and pointed right to the spot between her feet and said, "Ball, ball." --put the ball right here. I think she's watched some of her cousins play softball. Is it just me, or is she a very smart and clever 16 month old?? I'm really enamoured with how observant she is of what we're doing and picks up on how to do everyday things we take for granted, but are a big growth step for her. She's great at imitating others which means we all have to watch what we do and say because we're always under observation. Her dad and mom said they're starting to spell words. Aha! I love it when that kind of history repeats itself.
The garden is finally producing. I planted four tomatoes and three hills of cucumbers. Some of the cukes were bitter until we started watering everyday. The plants certainly have taken off and if the heat doesn't kill them we'll have many more of the tasty burpless vegetable. Nothing is more delicious than fresh home-grown vegetables. Bought some sweet corn from a local farmer which are super eatin'. All too soon the summer will be over and wel'll be back to frozen or canned food. We like to make a cool salad with cut-up cucumbers and tomatoes. Mix in a little sugar, vinegar, salt and pepper to suit your taste and enjoy. Some people like to put cream with that, but I like it without. Others add some ranch dressing.
I'm so excited! As a lover of bluegrass music, I can never seem to get enough as there are few radio stations in our area that broadcast it. Our local college radio station plays bluegrass every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, and one of the country/western stations sprinkles in a bluegrass song here and there. But now I found several bluegrass radio stations on the internet that I can listen to on the computer all day and all night long! Here's a link to one of the best: http://bluegrassradio.org/ Oh, wow, that good ole' bluegrass harmony with the banjo, fiddle, mandolin, and bass accompaniment. The best bluegrass music, to me, is gospel. Many of the people who play and sing bluegrass music got their start singing as a family or in a church choir. But that's a whole other story for another time--how I grew up with music and finally got to sing and play bass in a bluegrass band.
I'd like to share the words of a favorite bluegrass song we used to sing. It's usually sung acappella. If I can find a recording of it on the net I'll put up a link.
Version: Stanley Brothers
Meanwhile, we've entered a heat wave here in Kansas and, from what it looks like, most of the rest of the United States as well. We need a larger bird bath so I don't have to go out more than a couple of times a day to refresh it. I have two in the backyard and one in the front yard. The grackles, bluejays, and doves get in, many as three to four at a time, and splash out half the water soon after I've refilled it. This afternoon there were about two dozen grackles, doves, jays, sparrows, and finches all feeding together in the shade of the Autumn Blaze tree we planted a couple years ago. You know it's hot when different species of birds congregate together in the shade, hold their wings away from their bodies, and have their bills open.
Reminds me of how we spent our summers on the farm without air conditioning. After lunch we'd cease all our activities and read or take a nap. Mother would put a large square fan in an open window and pump up a bucket of cold water from the cistern. She would soak a clean gunny sack in the bucket, bring it up dripping and hang it on the outside of the window behind the fan. That was the closest we came to an air conditioner or a water cooler. Prior to doing that we'd carry pails of water to pour under the trees near the chicken house where the chickens had a cool spot to rest. The cattle would submerge themselves in the pond up to their stomachs. We probably poured some water under a few bushes so the dog and cats had a cool spot for their afternoon siesta. Our farm was a rather primitive operation during the fifties. The only running water we had was if we ran from the well with a pail of water in each hand like Jack and Jill. Needless to say, working on the farm kept us out of trouble.
Our son plays drums and percussion in a pop/rock band. They are recording a CD right now, and from what I've heard I'm impressed, especially with the drummer. They are also getting more gigs as people in their area get acquainted with them. This has been his dream for a long time. There's a link, "Son's Band," in the sidebar here. Click on it and have a listen.
I'm still losing weight, a pound at a time (one or two a week). Being 50 lbs. lighter feels so much better. Being lighter doesn't make a difference on the neuropathy pain in my hands and feet. But otherwise, I keep feeling better as I follow the healthy diabetic diet. It's frustrating not to be able to walk as much as I'd like. Never having learned to swim (I tried and sank like a rock) my fear of the water keeps me out of the pool, which would be the most ideal type of exercise. I must say I really enjoy taking up less space in the world. Another plus is that I don't sweat nearly as much as I used to in summer. A good life-change diet is the US pyramid diet. Here's a link if you want to start following it, if not to lose weight, than to start feeling better and being more healthy: http://www.mypyramid.gov
Is housework exciting? It can be, especially since I finally quit procastinating and started cleaning out the spare bedroom closet. Moved everything out, threw away, gave away and opened up enough space to put the cedar chest under the hanging clothes. At least now I know what's in there. There's more to go through but it's in containers that will take me just a few minutes when I have some extra time.
Our daughter and hubby are taking a few days vacation from the farm. I'm going to stay with our 16-month old granddaughter at their house. I'm looking forward to having lots of fun as our toddler is active and inquisitive. Yesterday when we visited she was playing ball with me. She went a few feet away and squatted like a catcher and pointed right to the spot between her feet and said, "Ball, ball." --put the ball right here. I think she's watched some of her cousins play softball. Is it just me, or is she a very smart and clever 16 month old?? I'm really enamoured with how observant she is of what we're doing and picks up on how to do everyday things we take for granted, but are a big growth step for her. She's great at imitating others which means we all have to watch what we do and say because we're always under observation. Her dad and mom said they're starting to spell words. Aha! I love it when that kind of history repeats itself.
The garden is finally producing. I planted four tomatoes and three hills of cucumbers. Some of the cukes were bitter until we started watering everyday. The plants certainly have taken off and if the heat doesn't kill them we'll have many more of the tasty burpless vegetable. Nothing is more delicious than fresh home-grown vegetables. Bought some sweet corn from a local farmer which are super eatin'. All too soon the summer will be over and wel'll be back to frozen or canned food. We like to make a cool salad with cut-up cucumbers and tomatoes. Mix in a little sugar, vinegar, salt and pepper to suit your taste and enjoy. Some people like to put cream with that, but I like it without. Others add some ranch dressing.
I'm so excited! As a lover of bluegrass music, I can never seem to get enough as there are few radio stations in our area that broadcast it. Our local college radio station plays bluegrass every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, and one of the country/western stations sprinkles in a bluegrass song here and there. But now I found several bluegrass radio stations on the internet that I can listen to on the computer all day and all night long! Here's a link to one of the best: http://bluegrassradio.org/ Oh, wow, that good ole' bluegrass harmony with the banjo, fiddle, mandolin, and bass accompaniment. The best bluegrass music, to me, is gospel. Many of the people who play and sing bluegrass music got their start singing as a family or in a church choir. But that's a whole other story for another time--how I grew up with music and finally got to sing and play bass in a bluegrass band.
I'd like to share the words of a favorite bluegrass song we used to sing. It's usually sung acappella. If I can find a recording of it on the net I'll put up a link.
Author: naGreen Pastures
Troubles and trials often betray us
Causing the weary body to stray
But we shall walk beside the still waters
With the good shepherd leading the way
Chorus: Going up home to live in green pastures
Where we shall live and die never more
Even the Lord will be in that number
When we have reached that heavenly shore
Those who have strayed were sought by the master
He who once gave his life for the sheep
Out on the mountain still He is searching
Bringing them in forever to keep
We will not heed the voice of a stranger
For he would lead us on to despair
Following on with Jesus our savior
We shall all reach that country so fair
Version: Stanley Brothers
"For we were like sheep going astray, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of our souls." I Peter 2:25
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