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This is a page where Mom's Thoughts for the Week are archived for the Years 2002-2004.  This was formatted in this manner because the file had become so large.

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Mom’s Thoughts for the Week of 12-25-04

THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL 

The final week before Christmas finds me deep in thoughts as I listen to Christmas stories, Christmas Carols and Songs. God gave us the Greatest Gift of All, our Lord and Savior, his birth holds more love and promise than any other gift ever. God himself created in each of us a void of the heart and it can be filled only  by God with the Holy Spirit. As my Daily Bread states, Jesus is the image of the invisible God, fully God, yet in fully human form and can fill that void. The birth of Jesus and the story we celebrate on Christmas day is to remind us of the Greatest Gift of All and given to each of us.

 

I love the words of the song written by Mark Lowry, it tells of the awesomeness of our gift:

 

Mary, did you know that your baby boy will one day walk on water?

Mary, did you know that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters? 

Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new? 

This child that you’ve delivered will one day deliver you.

Mary did you know that your baby boy would give sight to a blind man? 

Did you know that your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand? 

Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod? 

And when you kissed your little baby you’ve kissed the face of God.  

 

The blind will see, the deaf will hear, the dead will live again, 

the lame will leap, the dumb will speak the praises of the Lamb.

  Mary, did you know that your baby boy is Lord of all creation? 

Mary, did you know that your baby boy will one day rule the nations? 

 

Did you know that your baby boy is heaven’s perfect lamb? 

This sleeping child you’re holding is the Great I Am.

 

Merry Christmas all, have a blessed week. Love, Mom

 

Tip of the week

 

Accept the gift from God, fill your heart’s void and find his peace.

Mom’s  Thoughts for the Week of 12-18-04

Few of my Favorite Things 

December and so far no snow to speak of, I have been thinking about praying for some to make it feel more like Christmas. But, I thought that really would not be fair, I don’t have to get out in it daily and can stay in where it is warm. So I hadn’t been praying, but when I looked out this morning and saw snow flurries, I said, “YES, I will be happy with that.” I guess all my memories of Christmas past; have snow and lots of it in them. It always represented the feeling of Christmas, and something we required to get in the mood of Christmas and shopping for gifts. I do love snow, always have, and love to walk in it when it is new and falling slowly, specially in the nightlight. The making of snow flakes, not any two is one of those awesome makings of God. One I don’t know the reason for but do enjoy the miracle of snow. Beautiful snow, white and clean, yeah, how many of you already see it dirty and underfoot, work of shoveling and the driving on the slick roads. Just remember I have NOT prayed for it, but I don’t think we will be seeing it too soon, the weather calls for in the 40’s temps. May not get that White Christmas this year, way too warm, but it is Indiana and things can change and quick.

 

I attended the Christmas Program at our Church this past Friday and Saturday night with family and friends. The music was absolutely beautiful and the Choir, with the help of others, outstandingly did the whole event. The feeling one left with was that “Feeling of Christmas, mainly JOY.” The story of the birth of Jesus, the soul reaching music, and singing along with the Christmas Carols, gave one the joy of the heart, bringing God so close and his gift to us, so enormous and unselfish, showing his awesome love. Music, it is so much a part of Christmas, as we sing of joy and praise it can only place us in the high-spirits of Christmas. I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have and feel music in our lives. So I count it along with snow as two of my favorite things, how about you all?

 

After our program Dianna, Tom and I drove around checking out the pretty lights decorated in the Oak Meadows homes, they have mostly clear lights and they decorate the neighborhood. What a beautiful sight to behold. My favorite one was one in different colored lights, and appeared to be a Gingerbread House; there were deer, snowmen, Santas, trees and bushes decorated, and flashing. What a lot of work to give so much pleasure to others. Dianna found the reindeer with the red nose first though Tom and I were trying to find it. I had seen it on the trip with the senior bus light tour last week, but forgot where it was. “Eagle eye Dianna” saw it though Tom and I think she cheated us.   (Note: She also found the error on last weeks MTFTW, I do have 6 grandchildren, and proud of each one, excuse my senior moment).

 

Memories of the heart aren’t they wonderful; they do keep getting recalled thru our mind. I have recycled cards to give in Building # 6 for the last 3 years. Everyone seems to like my verse on them, so I will share with you all too. “May this recycled card bring back the warmth and love of Christmas pasts, filling your heart with love, joy, and happiness shared with loved ones and friends.” Enjoy the blessed season everyone.  Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

The LIGHT is not just at the END of the tunnel; it’s IN the tunnel.

Mom’s  Thoughts for the Week of 12-11-04

Christmas Toys

With Christmas comes the never-ending search for suitable toys for the kids. I can’t even imagine shopping for kids now days. I being the wise Grama started giving the kids Gift Cards or Certificates a few years ago. I realized I wasn’t going to please them at teen years, but a gift card was like money and caused excitement to them. Now a days it pretty much has to be computerized or electronically or it is considered boring. BORING being a word my Mother never allowed, she would quickly find work for us to do to help that phase pass. HAHA.  Toys that does not entertain you every second is not worthy of the time of day or time spent according to kids. Worthy of the time is the hand computer games, computerized games on cell phones, which is considered dire necessities to teen-agers and above.

 Boy am I glad I don’t have to be Santa anymore, gladly passing that job on to you children. The cost alone is frightening on all the toys nowadays. Most are not made to last long, I chuckle when I think of Dianna and Steve’s one year of shopping when there carts were almost empty at the checkout. They looked at the toys with comments like “Nope wont last 2 minutes”, “We’ll be stepping on the little pieces”, “It will create a mess to clean up”, and etc. Strange how parents look different after a few Christmas under their belts.

 

I ponder and wonder whatever happen to imagination? When I was small that was the gift of being a child. I played with imaginary playmates and entertained myself for hours; I remember the knack of playing and using skills to play “sticks” with out moving them to remove one from the pile. How about jacks? Took coordination for sure to beat your friends at that game. Of course the oldies but goodies took skills too, checkers, chess, scrabble or even domino’s. All were good time-spent with some one on one conversing with each other. Don’t call them old fashion, in my book it sure was better than one sitting alone with headphones & CD going while holding a hand computer game. Of course this is one Grama’s opinion or thoughts.

 

It makes me think of the expensive tools adults have now, most have to do it all and cost is the least important priority. If your Dad was living I’m Sure he’d want the top & most expensive drills, hammers, saws, and stuff. Guess we go from childhood to adulthood with our toys only getting more expensive. Like the “large as life TV screens”, thin computer monitors---thinner the better, and last but not least our automobiles that almost drive for us, with top of the line entertainment centers.

 

Where it all stops I don’t know as a Grama of 5. I still love the free things of life, walking in the woods, watching ants in and out colony, making up make believe stories while daydreaming, or escaping completely with a good book in hand. I have noticed kids don’t read books like they did in my youth. Visual imagination was a real plus. Do the televisions make it too easy for us to go there and lose the fascination of curiosity? The world’s too busy it seems for such boring pastimes. Where it is going, I am not sure, but I have to believe God will keep us on track. In his awesome way he will get us back to the basic needs and not so much importance placed on our wants. I do believe in his making good come from bad situations.

 

Happy shopping ole parents one and all, I was glad to hear that National City has Visa Cards this Christmas. I wont even have to go near the stores. Golden years do make us older but wiser. I love you all. Have a good week!!!!! Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

May you hear God’s voice in your heart, know his touch in your life, and feel his love each day.

Mom’s  Thoughts for the Week of 12-04-04

Hope, Joy & Love

Last Friday and Saturday I began the decorating of the Crestwood Lobby of building #6. I noticed every one’s spirits seem to perk up and become livelier as they get into the “Spirit of Christmas”, decorating , buying gifts for loved ones, planning family get- togethers and parties. We start hearing Christmas songs on the radio telling of the Christmas Story. The message I hear is loud and clear, one of Hope, Joy, & Love. The main meaning being the birth of our Lord & Savior, and the enormity of the gift God gave us, Jesus.

When I sat and watched a young family of three, husband, wife and a child on Sunday morning, accepting our Savior giving their lives to him by baptism of immersion, I noticed I was not the only one with tears in the congregation. It filled my heart with joy and love as it did when I was immersed on January 15, 1960. The gift of the Holy Spirit is an awesome filling of peace; one I didn’t realize the empty void there until it was placed in my heart and soul. As, a mother of two wee children, Pam age 2, and Rusty 2 months old, it was a gift of knowing God would be with me and direct my path in all my future days. It’s wonderful to have that promise in one's life.

The Gift of Christmas, the birth of Jesus, is a story that never changes, stays wonderful and true with the bible’s words. It is full of Hope, Joy, and Love for everyone that listens. Make the season full of special meaning; don’t get caught up in “stuff” as our pastor, Shan says. Put the “real stuff” in your life and you’ll receive priceless gifts that money can’t buy. Each person has to seek & find individually, others can help but you must take the first step and seek. It is something only you can do for yourself. You will never regret it. Hope, Joy, and Love that began in the manger will change your life for the better. 

Have a great week, Smile God loves you and so do I. Always,    Mom

Tip of the week:  Never measure God’s unlimited power by your limited expectations.

 

Mom’s  Thoughts for the Week of 11-27-04

 

My Cup Overflows:

 

I sit and ponder what to write about this week, Thanksgiving Day is on everyone’s mind as families join together to share that “Bird Day.” It surely is a time to count ones blessings, and boy, does this gal have a lot to be thankful for. I glance back on this time last year, wow, talk about walking thru events “This Too Shall Pass”. Last year Pam was on the beginning of her journey in the Indiana State Correctional Facilities, Tori was out in unknown places and distancing herself from the family and we were all dealing with a lot of uncertainty for the future. Sounds like times of the ups and downs of life, wondering how we could ever come out of these times.

 

As God so often does, and mostly with out our even noticing he is doing it  for us. He came in and made good out of a bad situation making the end results according to his plans. All  for meeting our needs. Pam today is so much stronger in her faith, appreciative of being on her own, making a new clean life with the outcome of all her hard daily work, taking it one day at a time. Has she grown, Yes, the stress this last week of her car being stolen, showed her only positives that why it happen to her. It may have saved her from an accident on 65, or other unknown causes. She was able to look at this and say “Okay, could be much worse than it is, I am blessed”. Her car was recovered and damage is repairable, tips at work are good and she can pay the bailout for the car. Her cup over flows again!!!!

 

Tori is home with her Mother, they have worked through some of the distances between them, they are family again. Tori is looking forward to going back to school and becoming an EMT and able to move into her own home. She has a steady job with overtime, and pay is great!!!  The love and growth in her is showing as she matures and all with the help of family. Tori is blessed!!!

 

Rusty is going thru his treatments for Hepatitis C, on the 3^rd week of the 52 series of shots for placing this disease in remission and stopping the damage to his body. The pain and symptoms have not been any worse than a light case of flu. God has blessed Rusty, and he has the support of his family to encourage him thru this journey.

 

Tom is doing absolutely GREAT!!! He is practicing walking straighter as he builds his muscles to support his back thru therapy. He has now become the great conversationalist on the phone with Grama. He loves school and he is the walking proof of Gods Love and Miracles. A family that shows their love daily, and positive actions of overcoming obstacles of life surrounds him. Yes, Tom is blessed!!!

 

It in all has been a rough year with loss of loved ones to deal with, as they pass onto a better life for them, we remain with the promise of one day seeing them in eternity. We can all live with HOPE, and when we have that in our heart and soul we can deal with life as it comes. God gives us hope, grace and love, so we can feel the strength from him as he blesses us in our life. Yes, my cup overflows and I feel all the blessings I have in my family as I look at the year and the distance we have come. Never alone but guided by loving hands from above.

 

Hope this week was a blessed week for you all, thank you for your continued prayers and love. 

Love Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

 

It is true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it also is true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.

 

Mom’s Thoughts for the week of 11-20-04

 

Happy Thanksgiving:

 

I once worked retail business at Meijers, it then irked me when they started Christmas playing of songs in October. Well, things have not changed nor will they most likely, mainly due to the nature of our retailing business. It really is something that upsets me that we go from Halloween to Christmas, totally by passing Thanksgiving and the season it represents. To me the Thanksgiving Day is one that only comes second to Christmas and the birth of our savior Jesus.

 

Thanksgiving reminds of our forefathers coming to this land as Pilgrims, and there first feasts here. I believe they shared their riches with the Indians as well as knowledge, one sharing with the other. The beginning had to be excited though their possessions had to be few do to the long trip across the ocean. But still the new land, their belief in a new start for their home, had to be enormous. Do we in our land of plenty now over look the riches of our lives and forget to say “Thank you” to show our appreciation? I think we sometimes forget to take the time due to the rat race we find ourselves in daily. 

 

Oprah once said to make a list of 10 things in a journal before going to bed would help not only your awareness but change your attitude toward life.

 

I have also heard of writing a daily list of 100 things to be grateful for that you can think of. Yes, it does help to list the things we take for granted, like breathing, being able to get up and out of the bed in the morning, having a warm and soft bed to get out of, the beauty of the sunrise or sunset, good health, for the birds to watch, the love of our love ones, the list goes on and on, when we stop and pay attention to all we have to thank God for them. 

God blesses us with so many gifts we never say thank you for enough, mainly because we don’t take time . God hears even quick thoughts of “Thank you Lord” that never gets verbalized but go through our minds.  He would much rather we take the time to talk to him but he counts even those small “Thank You’s”. So, my dear children, put some GRATITUDE IN YOUR ATTITUDE, it’s an old saying but it will change your whole being. Be aware, as your prayers of gratitude go up, your blessings will be coming down from above. God loves you and our appreciation. 

Happy Thanksgiving, you are all at the top of the list of my richest blessings. Have a great week. 

Always, Mom 

Tip of the week :  It’s not how much we have but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

 

Mom's Thoughts for the week of 11-13-04

THIS TOO SHALL PASS

Many times when someone needs encouraging while in a crisis situation, or when they feel a large loss, I don't have the right words of comfort they may need at the times. So I often have used what I thought was a verse from the bible, This Too Shall Pass and some how they will come through it okay. After finding out this wasn't in the bible, then I decided if more women had written books in the bible it surely would have been in there. The words are so true, with patience we do work thru times we didn't think we could handle and we do survive better than we could imagine.

My Mountainwings message last Sunday were on these same four words, over the last two years of doing Mom's Thoughts I had often thought of writing on these words, AHA!!! at last God says it is time. I love my daily messages on the computer and in my Daily Bread devotional, they usually are right on God's Time. The Mountainwings states: "When you are on top of the world, that is but a fleeting moment, things change, always remember, This Too Shall Pass. When you are in the pits, all nights are followed by day, at your lowest moments remember also, This Too Shall Pass. All external circumstances and material things change. No matter what your circumstances, remember This Too Shall Pass."

The things we worry or gloat about are temporary and of the material world fleeting by. The true important things are beyond this earth and life are eternal. I have found it to be true if you look back at the years in the past you will find situation and crisis, you didn't think humanly possible to come through. You survived and usually became stronger and wiser while doing it. This is what learning is all about, getting us through in the best way possible. So, let the four little words be your guide line to get you thru your next valley of trouble, remember, This Too Shall Pass!!!! Life is continually changing, make it for the better.

Have a great week, stay warm for BRRRRRR wind chills again-------I think winters here in Indy again. I am ready for Indian Summer and the air outside has felt like SNOW. OK, This Too Shall Pass. Love you all, and keep on smiling, Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

Temper is one thing you can't get rid of by losing it.

 

MTFTW of 11-06-04 

GRANDMA'S APRON:

Hello to all, with the ending of October, we look forward to the months of holidays, it reminds me of home and the memories of the past I have. Your grandparents were extensions of farmers back to the pioneer Virginians before settling in Indiana and Georgia. So many traits were passed down to each generation and continued to be passed on even till today. Some traits have faded due to our "modernized" world we live in now, often too fast a pace, lack of personal time to enjoy our families. Still memories remain of the "past", the "Old Days" and will often remain in our own personal treasure chests of the heart.  We recall and live them over and over, to comfort and get us thru trying times we face in our lives.

I ran across this unknown author piece on "Grandma's Apron." Such a shame not to give credit to the author, for it awakens so many memories of my Mother and Grandmother. Mother always wore aprons and Grama too, in the kitchen, something that some how never got passed on to me, I was the naive teen-ager who was going to have a maid. Right!! She never showed and I never had one in my lifetime. Never happen and though I did learn to cook, it wasn't with an apron on. So, enjoy this and let your memories flow once again, thru your instant recall of times dear to you.

"The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but

along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven; it was

wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning

out dirty ears. From the chicken-coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy

chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came those old aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids; and

when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old

aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and

kindling-wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

 

From the garden it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled

it carried out the hulls. In the fall it was used to bring in apples that had fallen from

the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how

much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

 

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out on the porch and waved her apron,

and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields for dinner. It will be a long

time before anyone invents something that will replace that old-time apron that

served so many purposes. Seems life was so much simpler back when Grandma

wore that apron."

 

Have a great week!! As we approach Thanksgiving and Christmas keep in mind your time with

family is quality time and never wasted time. Make memories to store in your hearts treasure

chest. I love you all. Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread. -Mother Teresa-

MTFTW of 10-30-04 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN:

Seems like every year at this time it rains, the leaves fall and being wet they don't blow away like they should and end up having to be raked up. So the kids dress for that one big night of trick or treating, go out dressed too warm and come home wet, cold, and a sack full of candy and goodies that will make them sick when they over eat. This is all in the name of fun. I think I have gotten too old if that is the way I look at it, that over the hill senior outlook. Now don't get me wrong I have enjoyed taking my little ones out trick or treating, but I am so glad not to have that to do any more. I always enjoyed more the standing at the door and watching the costumes come up to the door. Then to try to guess what neighbor child was under there, and nine times out of ten before I could get done guessing they had already give me the answer, or their parents from the street yell to say hello. Tom is the last of the grandchildren to stop going out to get treats, he now is answering their home door and passing out the candy. I remember your Dad couldn't hardly wait to see what you kids brought home and whether it was his favorite candy bar or not. I am sure he is not the only parent that has done that one, raid the kids goodies after you put them to bed!!!

I have been out with Pam at age 2 dressed in her black cat costume that Big Nanny made her with a wired covered tail sticking straight out, it was 1959 and I was due to have Rusty at any time, and BIG as a barrel. Pam was soooooooooo cute it made it worth the trip around the neighbor hood in the cold. Parents make those sacrifices just to see the kids have fun. Good Memories and that was 45 years ago. Many years of tricks and treating for all you kids, we have had more gypsies, ghosts, pirates, and painted faces through the years, and then passed on to your children to do the same.

Halloween holds good times, how about bobbing for apples, unless you had quick reflexes and sharp teeth, you ended up wet from face to your waist. Those apples tasted delicious and even better was the fresh apple cider from the orchard. I remember the donuts with chocolate icing at the school halloween parties too.  The fun of carving faces into pumpkins to make them into "Jack o Lanterns". Guess they all go together and what makes halloween "halloween" and us able to remember the fun for years to come.

In recalling Halloweens past, I am thinking of one that has ended in 7 years of marriage for Uncle Vernon. He was fixed up with a blind date with a young lady by friends. Vern being new to the dating scene was not too sure about going out period. Well, he went to this Halloween party, and began talking to this completely in costume "Witch". Their chit chat continued non stop all evening. He had absolutely no clue what was under that costume, he knew he enjoyed talking to her in conversation, he ventured to ask her out for a future date before the party was over. Even through his nervousness and many, and I mean many phone calls to little sister, me, and "what am I going to do if she is ugly?" I tried to convince him it would be okay, as he must be attracted to her or he wouldn't have asked her out again. Well, thank goodness for us, Roxana is a real beauty, and not only on the out side, she is beautiful on the inside. Uncle Vern got the treat of his life, no tricks in that lady's bag. We all love her and their 7th Anniversary in December will be celebrated by all in our family with joy.

So, Happy Halloween, thanks for letting me share my thoughts with you, and I would love to hear your memories of Halloweens past. When you hear that wind a whispering around your home and calling your name, hope for friendly ghosts and goblins or run and cover your head. I admit to being a certified coward specially with spiders, bats and full moons at nite. Love ya and BOO TO YOU TOO!!!!! Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

Don't let your mind wander, it's too little to go places by itself.

 

MTFTW of 10-23-04 

MY BIG BROTHER:

Every girl should have a big brother, I consider myself lucky to have a great one in Vern. When I think of him, I think of how he is now, a gentle warm caring person, who can't do enough for his sisters or others he loves. I have often told him "Vern, you can't care for everyone in this world on your shoulders". The limitations of being only one doesn't stop him. If you have a need and he knows about it, consider it a DONE DEAL!!!

Vern is 5 years older than me, so I've always been "kid". That's typical of siblings, and I do believe we are in the norm. When we were youngsters in the farm country of Georgia, he often was stuck with me trailing along, most Mom's learn that tactic early frees up their time and occupies the young one by sending them with their brother or sister. Vern was always the typical Tom Sawyer / Huck Finn country boy and we'd often spend time going thru the woods on the paths. Being the sissy I was, it made things difficult and scary at times. I recall us coming to the creeks with a long log stretched over side to side, Vern was across it as if it was level ground. (Probably why he can walk construction roofs now with no problems) I was and am afraid of heights, so I would start crying and refuse to cross the log, so I would sit down and wait for him to come back. Yeah, big brothers have authority especially when threaten with "Don't tell Mom or I'll get you".

Being a child in Georgia had hazards in many places. Vern was very protective of me, in order for us kids to play ball in our yard he would go out and kill all and any snakes first, then say "okay it's safe now". Same applied when swimming in the creek with all our cousins, rattle snakes everywhere down there. My memory of Georgia is limited & only goes back to first and second grade, at which time we moved north to Illinois for our parents to find work after leaving the farm and their short time as welders in the shipyard during the war. I remember Vern becoming the defender of our Georgia accents in the land of Yankees. He would fight at the drop of a hat with any and all at the hint of teasing about the way we talked. Even the teachers would have me repeat the word "water" to hear my accent. They thought it was cute, but for Vern it made him mad. Maybe that all made us tougher in this sometimes unfair world for kids to tolerate and deal with Big Bullies.

Even with the comfort of a big brothers protection comes the same sibling leverage of power over the younger ones, as teenagers my often requested "favors", rides to my girlfriends or town, would be followed with the conditions I would wash his car, do his homework or what ever he needed done. The price was always to his advantage, though I admit to having the teary eyed running to Mama, down pat. Guess the baby of the family, any family, is spoiled majority of the times and are use to getting their own way. Only in the last few years have you children owned up to letting me know of the things you did or pulled on each other. I am not sure where it is best to be in the line of birth, first-borns, always mastering the taking of their parents time, the second or middle child, which is some time ignored or overlooked but seems to be the more relaxed child, or in the baby or youngest, accomplishing all that the others couldn't get away with. Siblings, aren't they great, I love mine, and my brother is at the top of my list. He is there if and when I need him as a pillar of steel, shoulders and arms that give the best comforting hugs, and the wonder of amazement how he survived us 3 sisters. Thanks Vern, you have blessed our family over and over again, we know we got the best!!

This week has been birthdays to be celebrated for Tom, Alberta and Dianna. Hope you had a special day and a wonderful fun full year ahead of you. Dianna shared her birthday every year with my sister, Alberta so many times in Michigan when the fishing crowd would be there and her house was full of people. Seems the most popular given gift was bundles of toilet paper, if that sounds strange to some of you, try it with a house full of people and you will understand. We always count the size of our crowd by how many rolls of toilet paper we went through, in the house and campgrounds. Lets face it we laughed and enjoy being together. Till next week, I love you all, hope I have helped bring some good memories of years past to you mind. It is all about family and they plus our God is our top priorities.

Rain, falling colored leaves, pumpkins in sight, isn't the Autumn great!!!! Love the memories of raking up the biggest piles of leaves and jumping in them. WOW!!!! Fun, Giggles and adventures. Love, Mom

Tip of the week:

Love is not a matter of counting the years, it's making the years count.

MTFTW of 10-16-04  

CAREGIVERS:

One thing my siblings, Alberta, Geraldine, Vernon, and I have in common is we all have had the roles of caregivers, not only for our spouses, our parents, and other loved ones. As in parenthood, care-giving requires a person to place others before themselves, become unselfish and sometime unaware of your own needs. I can chuckle to myself as I think of conversations with my sisters and brother on our personal needs. Usually the one receiving the care is immaculately clean, needs met before needed, three meals a day, so much like giving the care for babies needs. The caregiver however, rushes to shower/bathe, never time to do nails, hair care, or time to enjoy a bubble bath, a hobby, or just to have that cup of tea & daydream or read a book. We girls, have all too quickly covered our legs because the hair is almost long enough to braid. The skin tone of our bodies resembles an alligator hide. In Vern's case he would let his beard grow to like Gabby Hayes, hair cuts ignored and clothes plaids and stripes never matched or pressed.

Most of the time through our care-giving we found a sense of humor is truly required. Laughter, even if at oneself is good medicine and releases stress from us. One time with Mother, Geraldine found herself in a funny situation, assisting Mother from the bed to her porta-pot, Mother some how got Geraldine unbalanced, the end result was Mother sitting on Geraldine's lap on the bed. Try as she may, Mother would not not move or get off of Geraldine's lap. Thank goodness it was summertime, the windows were open, Geraldine started yell for the neighbor "Tony" to come help her. She was lucky he heard her or she would have had to sit there till the cows come home or I returned first.

Alberta has always been "Judy on Duty" since a young girl, unable to produce speed in the tobacco fields of Georgia, she was assigned the house duties of cooking for the family and field workers. She learned early that those tobacco worms looked like monsters and the kitchen stove could be her friend. She's prepared more than her share of delicious meals for others including a large number of foster children thru the years & still continues to do so as she currently is caregiver for her daughter, Pat.

My brother Vern, has had his share of care-giving along with providing daily for his family. His wife, Marlyn's mental illness required patience, strength, endurance and enormous love as they provided and raised 3 sons. He surely has that Thornton/Anderson genetic strength which has pulled us all thru caring for others, while making us stronger as individuals. His second wife, Roxana, a beautiful addition to our family, has them both now care-giving each other. Plus she has him cleaned up beautifully in appearance. :<)

Care-giving is a wonderful privilege to be able to give those we love. It allows a special time when others can't do for themselves, it enables God's purpose of loving others first. What a wonderful gift!!! Should you find yourself required to be a caregiver for a loved one in a time of illness, or thru the final days of ones life, treasure that gift as time you will never regret giving a loved one. Try to find the humor of the situation as they produce themselves in a very stressful time. Plus be grateful for the opportunity in your lifetime.

Beautiful fall this week end, kiddos, Trees are to be at PEAK in Indiana. So check them out, and as always remember your Mama loves you bunches. Always, XOXOXOOXOO Mom

Tip of the week:

I cannot change yesterday; I can only make the best of today.

MTFTW of 10-09-04  

Autumn Memories:

This past week I sent a picture on the internet, as I often do to my Georgia sister, Geraldine. It was beautiful colored trees of the North. She replied it reminded her of our time together in Michigan while caring for our Mother, Big Nanny, or Punky Grama, as she was called. The Autumns in Michigan are beautiful with all the white birches adding a skeleton like effect with the colored trees, along the highways.

Of course, with the changing of the trees came the Coho Salmon downstream to Harrisville Harbor to spawn and lay their eggs. I can visualize the fishermen and their yell "FISH ON." It was always a highlight because it provided us fish to can in the jars. Geraldine and I were new to the fish pressure canning, so Alberta, our oldest sibling helped us with guidance, for her and Mother had done it for years. Alberta, was know as "Judy on Duty," for she'd pop in to stay with Mother while we got away for a few minutes.

So, back to the fish, I had always been afraid of a pressure cooker, for I knew one had blown up with Mother when she was younger and burnt her badly. Well, anyway Geraldine being afraid of nothing......and would make a nervous wreck out of me, taking the lid off before the pressure was all out of it, lifting the hot jars out and moving them around. My nerves stayed on edge & I even told Geraldine she was doing it to tease me, she would just give me a sheepish grin and sort of chuckle. However, when the Salmon cooled down we were proud of each & every jar, the taste is excellent and the store cans of salmon can't compare. Even all the work made it worth it in the end.

My sister Geraldine, has had one of the fullest life, so much so that only in a book could the laughter, & the stories be told. In some future Mom's Thoughts I'd like to share some and will. My Mother often said of Geraldine, "She has a big heart," many times I have tried to remember that when I could drown her in the lake, which she almost did one time in Lake Huron and once another time she almost fell in the well as a child. I know our Mother had her hands full with her. Yeah, she probably did with all of us.

I have to say my 2 sisters and 1 brother have never gotten mad or held grudges like some families. We appreciate our time together, we've had some hard stressful times with Mother's Alzheimer's Disease but thru it we came even closer and stronger.  In the weeks ahead I'd like to write my thoughts on my siblings, one at a time. may be fun to relive some memories for you kids, bring some chuckles here and there. They are all different in looks, personalities and lifestyle, hard to tell we came from the same parents. But I've always loved and respected them all. Being there for each other when needed. Siblings share so much more than just parents and bloodline. Another gift from God I am sure. Must be why only children seek out proxy sister and brother friend types. So stayed tune Alberta, Geraldine, and Vern, I am about to spill the beans on you all.

To all you kids, grandkids, stop & enjoy the unveiling of Autumn, it is well worth the time. I love you all very much. Till next week. Always, Mom

TIP OF THE WEEK

Enjoy the little things, one day you may look back, and realize they were the big ones.

Mom's Thoughts for the Week of 09-25-04

Ode To A Pill:

My dear friend Rosalene, who has been in my thoughts before with her lovely poems and such, gave me one I thought was pretty good called "Ode to a pill." It made me think of a happening along time ago, when we lived in Rocky Ripple on Oak Street. At that time, we lived next to some very dear and wonderful folks, The Bracken Family, headed up by Joe and Isabelle and their 9 children. I have many wonderful memories and fun time with them. One day I recall we were over to their home having morning coffee and Isabelle was taking her medicine. Both your Dad and I watched her take a pill, drink her coffee, and wait a few minutes, then she took another pill, a drink of coffee and wait. Your Dad said "I'd just throw them all in there, you don't have to take one at a time", and her reply was, " No, they wouldn't know where to go if I took them all at once". Well after a laugh or two your Dad proceeded to tell her there was a little man in a boat down there telling each one you go to the heart, you go to the liver, you go to the lungs, and so on. Well, Isabelle was one smart lady and his directions never changed her ways one bit, of course, Dad would tease her every chance he would get after that.

It does seem like the older we get the quicker things on this ole body quits working. Next thing we know we are taking so many pills, we should musically play shake, rattle and roll when we walk. Dad would often get fed up with taking pills and stop taking them for a day or two, end up in the hospital for them to get him back on track. As I often reminded him he put oil in the car when needed, so why not take the medicine to keep us going to.

So here is the poem by one unknown author hope you enjoy the "Ode to the Pill":

Little pill, here in my hand, I wonder how you understand.

Just what to do and where to go to stop the aches that hurt me so.

Within your covering lies relief; you work alone in unbelief.

You sink in regions here below, when down my throat you quickly go.

But, what a wonder, little pill, just how you know where I'm ill?

And, how do you really know just where you are suppose to go?

I've got a headache, this is true, my broken ribs need attention too.

So how can anything so small find my ache in no time at all?

Do you work alone or hire a crew to do the good things that you do?

I'm counting on you, mighty strong, to get in there where you belong.

Don't let me down, please don't shirk; but do your undercover work.

Do, down my throat, be on your way and end my aches another day.

Don't get lost, please, is my plea for I can't take another until after three!

 

Hope you had a smile on your face while reading that. The shortest distance between two people is a SMILE. It is wonderful to reach out to each of you every week, and share my thoughts and heart with you. I love you all bunches, and remember to take your PILLS!  

Always, MOM

Tip of the week:

A HUG delights, warms and charms, it must be why God gave us arms.

 

Mom's Thoughts for the week of 09-18-04

My House in Order:

 

I don't know about you but so often in my mind I think I am the same person I was years ago and still remain so today. This past week has made me even more aware that is not true. I tackled and completed something that years ago I would have put off for someone else to do after I was dead and gone. I have heard before the expression of "Putting one's house in order". I believe that I did that with the help of a new friend, Marcella, at Wilson St. Pierre Funeral Home in Greenwood. Yes, that's right, I planned my own funeral.

 

I thought I had tackled a big job a few years ago when I had my marker made for my cemetery plot next to your Dad. That is a rude awakening to see one's name chiseled in stone the first time. Thank goodness there was no death date on it. :<) Even so, it had me a little shaken and brought many feelings to the surface for me to deal with, like "I guess I won't live for ever", always subconsciously thought I would. When Dad died I knew the tradition is for the man to be on the left side and wife on the right, which also was the way our marriage bed always was. I decided it would be best for Dad to be buried next to Grampa Scott, who had died when your Dad was a young teen. Russell Lowell didn't know me and logically your Dad should be next to his own Dad. My second thought and motive was, I finally would get the left side of the bed and for eternity. (Pay back time Russell Lee!) Yes, your Dad would understand my logic, our marriage held many "GOTCHA"'s.

 

You children have been reluctant to discuss my funeral or the likely event of me dying. This I understand for I too was the same way with my parents, like don't even go there! Dianna (the agreed to executor of my estate) just replies, "put it in writting and put it with your papers in the freezer Mom". So I did, with Marcella's help, she made it so easy for me over the span of 3 months to select my wants and wishes for the simplicity of it all. I am currently looking for that "Mom's funeral music" that Don (Dianna's hubby) calls it, A CD with lite piano music, the last detail I need. With this completion it gave me the peace of mind and comfort that I have removed one more heavy load from my family's shoulders, and had my say so honored. This may not be for everyone---- we each have to do what's comfortable within ourselves.

 

My spiritual growth has made me to realize this earthly journey I am on will end---as it is suppose to, could be like turning a page in a book. With my earthly home in order, I can now concentrate on the promise made by our Lord, John 14: 1-3, and the eternal home for my soul. I have a lot of growing yet to do, I have a lot of living too, I look forward to great grandchildren and hopefully great great grandchildren, time with you children and more fun time to share. My hope is to live each day to the fullest I can, life is truly a blessing. My cup overflows. Now is another time for me, as I recently heard the expression, this time of my life can be understood like "cramming for my finals."

My intend is not to make any of you sad, for I am not, just grateful for a good life full of smiley faces :<). Hope you have a great week to come. I love you all. God's blessings and love always, MOM

 

Tip of the week:

O this river of peace

Makes me perfect and whole;

And its blessing increase,

Flowing deep in my soul.

Daniel S. Warner 1842-1895                                                                                                       

Mom's Thoughts for the week 09-11-04

ONE MORE TIME

When I started out writing "My Firsts" and then followed it with "Last Time", I didn't realize I was creating a series on "TIME". As I pondered on that thought, it becomes clear to me that time is what our lives are all about. It can vary from Making Time, to on time, to just in time, to Day time, Night time, Sharing time, Time trials, and the list can continue. My old Webster Dictionary dated 1987 states: Time is "a continuous period measured by clocks, watches, and calendars, of or pertaining to time".

Therefore, it spans our entire life time and those of our loved ones. During our lives we have all lost loved ones, all too early in their lives to their passing on. It often has made us think if we only had one more time together, to say goodbye, to do together the things we loved before just one more time. Really, even the one more time would not be sufficient and satisfy our hearts. Loss and grief is one of those times we all have to deal with the best we can. Making the length of our grief different for each individual. No one can put a time limit on that process. It becomes easier for us when we can start to celebrate the loved ones life and not dwell on the loved ones death. This truly makes it easier to accept and move on in our lifetime and world we remain in.

As Christians, we have the wonderful promise from our Lord, there will be one more time with him and our loves ones who have passed. WOW, What a wonderful promise, it removes the fear, the dread, the uncertainty of death. It is replaced with Faith and Peace of mind. How can we not be excited for our future days of time, and the promise of an eternity full of happiness.

As I have often told you kids before, over the last 22 years of being a widow, I often dream of your Dad. Upon waking I may wish he was here, but I can look at these times as one more times until we are finally together again. These thoughts always bring a smile to my face.

With Labor Day weekend behind us, and official moving into Autumn on the calendar of time, enjoy your surroundings and the awesome colors of fall. I love the cooling of the weather, the beauty of God's and Mother Nature's artwork on the trees. Take that time to enjoy it all. Again one more time I say I love you all and may it not be the last time. Have a great short week. Always, MOM

Tip of the week:

Everyday is a gift. Treat it kindly.  Share it with joy!!!

 

Mom's Thoughts for the Week of 07-03-04

 

MIXED SIGNALS:

 

Some times as adults, especially parents, we may say, or do things around others, without realizing the mixed signals we are giving.  With this weekend being the Fourth of July, it got me to thinking. Pondering is something we all need to do more of, it is hard to do, for our families are so busy with coming and going for activities everyone is involved in. Seems like children have so many commitments to be young children. They get involved in sports, musical activities, scouts, seems there is always car pools or driving them somewhere. Leaves little time for the family to be together as a unit, or to have direction of guidance talks to them. As parents and grandparents it is necessary to remember we are mentors for those around us. Do we send out mixed signals to them?

 

Many times as a parent I remember trying to discipline you children for swearing, if heard, usually the bar of soap came out and you all got a good bite of it. But the mixed signals were there. Cussing wasn't allowed but I didn't always remember to say, " Sugar in a bowl" when I truly meant something else. You kids use to remind me "That’s not really what you were thinking". True your Dad and I had our times for cussing, mixed signals.!   Many times you children were sent to Sunday school but your Dad and I didn’t attend with you as a family unit.  These and many more things I regret, I can't go back but I knew I could change my example and my future actions. Which I have tried to do, and still I have times of bad actions or sending out mixed signals to others. God is still working on me for which I am grateful. 

 

We all need to know what we stand for and believe in, and rectify any mixed signals we might be sending to others. I recently was sent a message written by a lad in Arizona, with the suggestion of it being in a Mom's Thoughts one week. Not too long ago a bill was passed to put the "Under God" back into the pledge of allegiance. I truly hope one day soon all schools will return to the founding fathers of our nations beliefs that the Lord's Prayer and Pledge Of Allegiance be in all schools. Then, that we as American are taught to respect and honor ones own choice of faith and beliefs and the right of the freedom we have in this country.

 

This is his NEW SCHOOL PRAYER:  

Now I sit me down in school where praying is against the rule

For this Great nation under God finds mention of him very odd.

If scripture now the class recites it violates the Bill of Rights and

anytime my head I bow becomes a Federal matter now.  

Our hair can be purple, orange, or green. That's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific. The law is precise, prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall might offend someone with no faith at all, in silence we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the State.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks and pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns but first the bible to quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen and the "Unwed Daddy" our Senior King. It's inappropriate to teach right from wrong. We're taught that such judgments don't belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls, study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles but the 10 commandments are not allowed, no word of God must reach this crowd.

It's a scary here I must confess when chaos reigns, the schools a mess, So Lord this silent plea I make---should I be shot, my soul please take!   Amen

So, this weekend when you celebrate, fire works go thru the sky, representing the Flag of our Nation in its Red, White and Blue, think of the ones still defending us in Iraq, and abroad to keep our freedom and beliefs alive, ask yourself what mixed emotions are you sending to our future generations with your actions, voice, and directions. Make your kids proud of your integrity and faith; mentoring one they are proud to say he/she's my Dad or my Mom or my Grandparent. The obligation is ours to do all we can do to fill the bill of good example.

Our prayers of the MTFTW family are going up for Tom's Surgery at Riley at 9 A.M. on July 2nd. May God be with him and bring him through like the brave trooper he is. I will keep everyone posted. Thank you for your generous and loving prayers of faith.

I love you all, God bless each and everyone of you, Always, Mom

Tip of the week:

What is before us & what is in front of us, is small matter to what is within us!! 

 

 

Mom's Thoughts for the week 6-26-04

 

The 23rd Psalm & me:

   

WOW, it is great to be alive!!!!! This time last week I had gone through 3 days of the "FLU". It hit me on Flag Day after marching with the Crestwood Patriotic Seniors around the flagpole. All decked out in Red, White, & Blue, they marched with pride and honor to our country and flag. Entertainment and Strawberry Shortcake followed this for all. I passed up, and glad I did, the strawberry shortcake. For from 2 to ll that day, this ole gal was close to death. Even thought of dialing 911 and calling the morgue to pick this ole body up. And just think I had a mild case, because I had my flu shots months ago. If you have been there before, you know exactly how I felt.

The recovery has come real slow and hard. Seems like when one is in a low dark time of life, just making it minute to minute is one of the hardest things to do, just to breathe takes all you can give. It is at times like this I pull closer to the 23rd Psalm, it has over the years given me the strength I need when I personally have none. My Lord has brought me through many dark storms of life, given me the grace to recovering, not only health wise but emotionally. He gives us the strength and walks us thru storms till we become able to carry the load alone ourselves.

I am fortunate, I can't stay down long in lows or depressions, this too, I count my blessings for that my nature is such. Guess some call it giving yourself a swift kick to straighten you up.

We had a misfortune in the family, Pam's daughter Tori's home, was broken into. In less than 3 hours of time she was away, her household possessions were removed, all things of value were taken, even the contents of the refrigerator, and her wardrobe of clothes, plus her roommates items too. A thief cannot only rob you of possessions they can take from you confidence, leaving you in a vulnerable and violated state. I remember when my car was stolen while parked at Meijers years back. We are grateful she wasn't home to be mistakenly defending her property and placing herself in harms way. Material things can be replaced, her life can't. May she remain strong in her knowledge that dark clouds pass and we do recover. Her attitude is the only thing she has control of in some circumstances of life.

This coming week, July 2nd, on Friday at 9 A.M. my dear grandson Tom will have his surgery at Riley Hospital for his back.

This may be one of the biggest storms our family has had to work through. The surgery is "Double High Risk" and a wonderful opportunity for Tom's surgeon specialists to learn to a higher level, and correct Tom's physical disability. Our God knows the outcome he plans for Tom, with his guidance and knowledge we trust his direction for this surgery. There are no better hands for our precious Tom and his future to be in. Thank you all for your continued support, love, and prayers now and through the coming days. It will be a long haul but we are pulling from a healing and loving God for our strength. I will try to keep you posted with updates, as we progress.

Have a great week everyone, I send my love and God's Blessings are being sent to you and yours. Always, Mom

TIP OF The WEEK: Keep your life so constantly in touch with God that his surprising power can break through at any point. Live in a constant state of expectancy, and leave room for God to come in as he decides.      -Oswald Chambers-

 

Mom's Thoughts for the week 06-19-04

 

DADS and GRANDPAS:

The last two weeks has brought a lot of past memories to my mind. Remember how much the men in my lives had touched my world and still remain in my heart. I received snail mail from Ashley: "Tell Rosalene to keep the funnies coming. Laughter is good for the Soul! And we need that down here. I shared Moms Thoughts with all and they really enjoyed Rosalene's " Pig Tale". From Patty, the Mom's Thoughts brought tears to her eyes and she shared in return the privilege of caring for her Dad in his final days before passing with Cancer. These are encouraging to me, for I know my thoughts are not going in vain. Hopefully they will help ease the heart of pain caused by the loss of these loved ones so early in our lives.

 

I know when Dad died at age 47 he left a large void in you children's lives and one to be felt even by the grandchildren who would never know their Grandpa Russ. Your Dad too, lost his own Dad at a young age of 13 when Grandpa Scott was killed instantly as a lineman on the job. You children were blessed with the love and guidance of PawPaw Pederson for a short time, due to his marriage to Grandma Fairy. The time you had with him is greatly treasured, as it should be. He was a great caring man and showed much love to us all.

 

I have seen other children with their Dad's or Grandpa's as they shadow or mirror with love and adoration those mentors in their lives. It is a sight to behold and one preciously sent from God. It reminds me of how much Our God loves us; our Heavenly Father created us and blesses us each and every day, wanting us to trust him for guidance while on this earth.

 

I also have thought of my own Dad, I was always a "Mama's Girl" and didn't have the close relationship with my Dad my other 3 siblings had. My Dad became a wonderful caring man in his later years not only to me but also to 3 stepchildren and their children. Soon to be the Grandpa that "pinched" and "teased" with his attempt at showing love. My two sisters shared closely the last days of my Dad's illness while he struggled with Cancer. The gift of caring and making him comfortable showed him how truly much he was loved by us all. Though my employment kept me from day to day visits to Illinois, I am grateful he waited to say "Good-bye", on that snow blizzard night at the hospital in March 1987.

 

My sister, Gerry, gave me the following poem; I would like to share

 with you all. Judd Connor in "Rhymes of Aging" writes it, as follows:

 

                                                 GRANDPA

 

           Grandpa lets me wash the porch and carry groceries from the store.

 He showed me how to rake the lawn and sweep his workshop floor.

  

             I help him do just lots of things, Like polish up his car

Sometimes I watch for Grandma, while he smokes a big cigar.

 

  And in another year or so, when I have grown a bit, you see,

  He's going to let me mow the lawn 'cause we're buddies, him and me.

 

  And after dinner's over and relaxing time is here, He lets me fetch his

   Slippers, and bring to him a beer.

 

    He tells me all the things he did, in years so long ago, and how the

     Girls would follow him, wherever he would go.

 

     Grandma calls him phony, mostly mouth and feet, She says that

      He is full of prunes, but I think Grandpa's neat.

 

  Have a wonderful Father's Day; make it special for your loved ones.

 Thinking of you all with love and prayers.  Always, Mom 

 

Tip of the week:       

God can mend all broken hearts. You just have to give Him all the pieces

 

 

Mom’s Thoughts for the week 06-12-04

 

Memories of Dad:

 

This month is Father’s Day, June 20, 2004. This week and next I will be writing in regards to memories of Dads, Fathers, and Grandfathers. We all have memories of the men in our lives and family, whether they are living or passed. Seems Mom’s usually get the attention, made over and spoiled, as Dad’s stand by with unlimited support, superman strength and wise words of guidance to help the whole family. I like to call them the foundation or backbone to most families.

 

I wrote one Mom’s Thoughts on Dad being the Firemen, going around and putting out the fires of crisis that come along each day in a family. Our family has missed our firemen, Dad; he was one that could always find a workable solution to any problem arising. I see so much of him in you Rusty, you are wearing the genes well with pride.

 

Every family has funny memories to tell and retell over again for the future generations. Rosalene Wade recently wrote about a happening with her husband from her memory bank. The minute I read it I knew I had to share it with all my Mom’s Thoughts recipients. It is in Rosalene’s all special humor and country inspiration. It is called “A Wild Pig Tale”. Enjoy!!!!!!!

 

Do you remember when your baby’s were little and you recited the poem “This little piggy went to market and this little piggy stayed home”, as you counted each toe. Well, I’ll tell you a story of one big piggy that didn’t want to go to market. We lived on a small farm and had horses, cows, pigs, and chickens.  One day my husband and sons were loading hogs to take to the Indianapolis stockyards. They had quite a bit of trouble getting them to go up the ramp into the truck. The Boys were on each side of the ramp and my husband in back trying to get them up the ramp. Finally they were all in except this one contrary big pig that really didn’t want to go to market, he wanted to stay home. My husband was in the back pushing and shoving the hog trying to get him in the truck, but half way up the ramp he turned around and flew down the ramp right between my husbands legs which thru him down on top of the hog and they took off across the barn yard going lickety split going about 90 miles and hour. My husband was riding backwards facing the rear of the pig.  I laughed so hard tears rolled down my face. Finally, my husband turned loose of the pig and fell off. He told the boys to let that “blankety blank” pig go, they would take it the next time they went. So, they headed for the stockyards minus the one big pig who stayed at home.  This is the end of the pig tale as seen by Rosalene Wade.

 

Thank you Rosalene for the chuckles and all the visual imagination with your words. You are a blessing that gives so much to this world and the ones around you. I will look forward to hearing more, as will everyone else.

 

To everyone on my Internet mailing and snail mail, think of your past memories, cherish them, for so many never know or have them and the love that goes with them. Count your self as being truly blessed, and never let them be the reason for depressions or melancholy feelings. Our memory banks are gifts from God and should hold only the good ones. Walk thru the bad memories and get rid of them, they don’t belong close to your heart and soul. Have a good week everyone, remember you are all in my thoughts and prayers, I love you all.   Always, Mom

 

TIP OF THE WEEK:

It is not how much we have but how much we enjoy that makes happiness.

 

5-15-04

 

CHILDHOOD GAMES:

 

Red Rover, Red Rover, send Jan over!!! The line of children holding hands in front of my eyes, looked like walls of steel! I watched them grip hands even tighter; as they were determined I wouldn’t get through their line. My mind goes back and visually recalls this memory. As with life there is always a weakest link. These memories remain so clear in my mind, along with many others. Remember, Red Light, Simon Says, or Drop the Handkerchief? How about Freeze? How many times did you get to be IT? Then you turn around and no one moved out of place. So you remained IT, till you could find someone to replace you. Fun always fun, games as kids that you played with your neighborhood buddies. Bet most of you don’t remember OLLY-OLLY-OXEN-FREE, well maybe a few! There are lots I have not mentioned, but you can think of some too!

 

Most of the games I mentioned were played with someone being IT, some divided into teams, most of them didn’t have a one winner or one loser. But I think the over all benefits of these games were numerous. They joined together children in neighborhoods to learn to play together, share time and fun, allowing you to make lifetime lasting “buddies”, taught you everyone at one time or another has to be “It” and the world does not have to come crashing down when It is you!! Therefore it built our self-esteem and removed some of the “poor me’s”. These activities of fun truly helped us to learn to play and work with others and the sense of belonging.

 

Seems we have lost the era of the Spanky and the Gang of the Little Rascal era, the Happy Days and more. I hope some of these games continue on at recess at school but I think they have been replaced with more modern activities. I think of so many of the children that don’t have the companionship of their age group. Too many of this generation now comes equipped with individual CD and Headphones, TV’s in auto’s to entertain children in the back seat of cars, digital palm entertainment games, and all start too too young in my opinion. Most of the children complain of being bored-----Wow, in our generation our parents all too quickly assigned chores if such was verbalized.  Something we learned quickly not to complain of being bored. I would love to see the return of children using more of their imagination to occupy their spare time, ahhhh, and the unlimited possibilities!

 

I hope parents and grandparents will still teach these games and keep them alive for the future generations. They teach good lessons to children and become part of their personalities, helping them live in a world full of different people. But most of all they were fun and you felt the need to belong and be accepted. Lets all meet in the back yard and have a good time playing games!!! I will be there!!!

 

Have a great week! May God bless you all with love, good health and self-happiness. I love you all.

Always, Mom

 

Tip of the week:

God’s love cannot be explained--- it can only be experienced.  

 

 

 

11-23-03

 

IN GOD’S CARE:

 

I glanced back over the Mom’s Thoughts of last year for the beginning of the holidays, I wrote of “Home” & “Parenthood 24/7". Both brought back memories of holiday’s past, thank God for our ability to instant recall! The good memories have helped to make us who we are today. The bad memories have even given us room for learning and growth.

 

My nighttime prayers and the continual on going ones through the day, often place you children & my loved ones in God’s care. I have prayed for each of you through good, bad, and given thanks for your continual spiritual growth.

 

Both the Garvin and Scott families have taken on the enormous task of merging 2 families together thru marriage. I can see & appreciate all you have done through, the ups, the downs, crisis that even I may not be aware of. Both families “homes” now show a loving working relationship full of respect and that’s not easy with teen-agers. Your blessings are many and I am so proud of each of you!!!!

 

God has taken a hard learning lesson in Pam’s life and is turning it into a spiritual growth journey for her. He is redirecting her life for the future. I am very proud of her and her strength to correct her mistakes and go forward.  Amy too has begun a new life, a new career, for which she is excited and feels challenged for opportunity to grow. (Amy you are still part of this family and will continue to be so.) Pam and Amy are in God’s care, I know he will direct their way.

 

As a family, we have one who has chosen to distances herself from us. Tori needs all of our prayers for her safety, her growth through the school of hard knocks, help to realize family & God is the backbone which we all need to get through this life. God never leaves us alone.

 

My spiritual growth since I moved to Crestwood 3 years ago has been absolutely “awesome”. I prayed long and hard before I moved. I felt God had different plans for me. The fellowship of my friends and neighbors has given me the needed “social life” and opportunity to share myself with others. He has guided me to my neighbor Lois, who has become a proxy Mother for me. He has led me to her son in law Shan, and her daughter Karen, who are active ministers of Greenwood Christian Church. Shan has been counseling Pam and myself through her time of crisis, this I am most grateful. I began going to church with Lois on May 4^th, the twins’ birthday. I have felt completely at home there. Last Sunday I made my decision to join the church. I had realized without the direction of my path in the last few years, I would not have been able to face the stresses of this last year without God’s so wonderful care and direction.

   

Am I sure I am in God’s care? You answer that question for me. If while standing in church during the decision call, an unknown illuminated cross-appeared in front of you on the carpet, only to linger and then slowly fade, would it be his confirmation only for your eyes?   Am I in God’ care, YES, he has showered me with blessings.       I am so thankful to him!!

 

Happy Thanksgiving to All!!!!!  I love you.

 

Always, Mom

 

Tip for the week: Get use to the idea that God does a better job of running your life than you do.          

Book of Karen Casey’s In GOD’s Care

 

 

11-16-03 

 

PASS IT ON DOWN

 

If you have known the effects of having an older brother or sister, you often find they tend to be bossy, though lovingly, pick on you because you’re younger, often blaming you for things they should have owned up too. Well, I have been blessed to have 2 sisters and a brother older than I. Being the baby of the family isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. (That may be another Mom’s Thoughts.)

 

I have found my oldest sister, Alberta, Judy, or Hon, as Uncle Bob called her, very often “passed it on down” to me quietly and angelic like. So much so that I didn’t realize she has passed the buck till I find myself doing it. She once said why don’t you write on “Belly Buttons”, so that week I did write on that profound subject. I now find myself with another subject, just as profound, at her suggestion.

 

Have you ever heard of a PERDIDDLE? My thoughts go back to my teenage years of PERDIDDLES. A PERDIDDLE is a one head lighted car you may observe at night while driving. The game was the person seeing it first got rewarded with a kiss. It was wonderful to be on your toes, for kisses as a teen is so special with a date. Later, after I married your Dad he changed the rules to if he was first he could take back any kisses he had given to you. Hey, I couldn’t lose! It just meant more kisses. Pardon me, make a note: He was a great kisser!!! Haha. Soon the game was passed on down to you children, making fun to collect PERDIDDLES. Then PERDIDDLES have passed on down to grandchildren. They sure hold good memories to re-live.

 

There are other things that I recall too, passed on down generation to generations, “The Itsy Bitsy Spider game”, the song “Little Fishes”, I can still see my teenage friends and I singing in rounds about the fishes going over the dam or the bottle of beer on the walls, at the top of our lungs. Fun and good memories do get passed on down through families, like card playing, quality time together, habits, good and bad, we pass love, dreams, the way we walk gets passed on down to our children as they mimic our every move, or how we talk. I get a kick out of watching a father and small son walking side by side, mirroring their movements. The same as a young girl’s tossing of her hair in duplicating her mom’s actions. We all mirror those we respect and love.

 

Thanks Sis, keep passing on down, I’ll tackle a subject once with this idle brain of mine, regardless of what it is. Let me hear about your PEDIDDLES games in your life. Those that have not had that fun----add the game, sure way to have fun and one way to enrich your life with kisses!!!   Have great week, I love you all, Always, Mom

 

Tip of the week: If you want to test your memory---try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago today!

 

11-9-03

 

THE SERENITY PRAYER:

 

How many times have you heard or seen the Serenity Prayer? The words are:

 

"God grant me Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference".

 

The 12 steps program for recovery of alcohol, drug, and other addictions has printed cards with these words on them, to symbolize a new way of thinking in your life. As I looked at one of these cards recently, it book marks my bible, the 3 words stood out so boldly printed on the card & in my mind.

 

SERENITY:   Dictionary describes as peaceful, acceptance, or calm.  It is true when I think of things I can not change, as the sun coming up, the sun setting, natural current of rivers, the 4 seasons of Mother Nature, the birds instincts of when to fly south or fly back north, and many more. All are things God created to flow thru our world every day, such as the earth's turning in perfect precision, as Pam recently pointed out to me, never missing or losing one second of time.  All things are designed in true awesome perfection.   Yet, we as humans go daily into battle trying to change, control our own world & lives of those around us, when we may not have our own under control at all.

 

That is where WISDOM comes in: The dictionary says to understand right, true, or enduring good judgment. Wisdom is something you learn lots of time thru trial and error, mistakes or choices of good or bad, consequences, surely can bring an education of wisdom to all of us. That is why we're always told to learn by your mistakes, do better now that you know better.

 

The word COURAGE is described as: mental, or moral strength to face danger without fear.   Wow!!! That’s a scary thought in itself; most of our self-esteems aren't high enough to make us feel courageous. I am constantly encouraging myself to do better and even attempt things I don't feel adequate to tackle. With trying these new paths or avenues, we do build up courage and strength. Then to our surprise we may face changing many enormous mountains in our lives, as faults, addictions, dependences, mistakes and our ability to handle what life brings us. Then we learn that with God's help all things are possible.

 

Through Wisdom & Courage  comes the changes needed for our Serenity of life.  Serenity is what we all want and strive for.  God has given this to each and everyone of us.  Don't waste it on foolishness of this world.   Are you busy trying to change the wrong things in your life?

 

Though no one can go back & make a brand new start, anyone can start from now, and make a brand new ending!    - author unknown-

 

Have a wonderful week, all my loved ones near and far.  You mean a bunch of love and blessings to me. Always, Mom

 

11-2-03

HALLOWEEN MEMORIES:

On a dark country road with only myself in the car, it is raining, I wonder what I'm doing out, as a chill goes up my back. I notice a light in the darkness ahead illuminating Honey Creek Cemetery on the right of the road. I want to slow down & go the other way, the coward that I am. But instead I slowly move closer, lightening strikes overhead, I jump a foot, near a white monument headstone, I see movement, a woman in a long white dress with a white veil draped over her face. She moves quickly, from one head stone to another. I freeze where I am & glance at the car with headlights beaming and wonder is that a ghost in the cemetery or my imagination, I nearer the car & see movement in it. The driver is capturing all this on a video cam! I wonder could that white figure be the ghost of Catherine Scott from the 1800's, but no , it can't be, another crack of lightening, the face in the car shows clearly, -------it's my daughter Pam, and the long white gown is being worn by my granddaughter, Tori, both in the process of doing a geneology report at school. This tale really happen, though I was home waiting for the police to call & say come get them or they will be locked up for trespassing. They got the video and lots of watchers, and a A on the report at school.

The Scott family are known for being unique! I remember to get Tori, Scott, and Tom over being frighten of the dark, I would take flashlights & set in the dark closets looking for Mr. Jack-o-lantern for hours.

I have had some scary, spooky happenings though, when living on Ripple Road, I became real sensitive to communicating with folks who had passed on, I had experiences with Grama Fairy riding with me in the car after she had passed, Grampa Pete coming by at exactly 10 A.M. for weeks for coffee, as he did prior to his death. I had one friend who died sudden in a car accident. She was one who loved life to the fullest. Her death, was so quick they say she didn't realize she was dead. She could not have her voice heard, I felt her presences in the house & it always came thru as anger from a spirit. This really frighten me, never experiencing anger or evil before. (Note this was way before John Edwards on TV or Sylvia Brown with her books of spirit world) When I felt this anger I could only recite bible verses out loud and it would leave me alone. Finally I was told to get her to go to the other world and leave earth bound, I would have t tell her what had happen to her. After weeks of this, I mustard enough courage to tell her out loud, she was dead and had to go on to the other side, others would show her the way. I was never bothered by her again. She is the only bad ghost I have had to deal with, My mother still comes around me always as finger nail polish scent. Most of the others have been the scent of their colognes when they were on earth & it is only a quick passing thing.

I remember when the movie "Psycho" I came out, Pam roomed with me at Marten Manor in 1984. Every time I would get in the shower I'd visualize the scene from the movie, the knife coming thru the air and blood splattering every where, blood whirling down the drain. It was so realistic, that I would make Pam stay home when I took showers so I would know no one was in the apartment. Then she could go out!!!!! Or I went dirty, afraid to get in the shower.

Dianna & I watch scary movies the same way---with both eyes covered and peeking out during the blood, guts and gory parts. She too flicks to a different channel in the scary part and back when it is over.

Dad talked me into going into a Horror House one time, we were in a boat, going thru would be easy, he said! After we got into the dark part, the slimy things started bumping into us, the witches laughed, the bats came out of no where's, the dangling things hung so our faces had to touch them. The music was scary enough, but even closing my eyes did not help. By the time my boat got thru the tunnel & out in the light, I felt like the 1/2 dead of fright person I was. Never again!!!! Your Dad laughed and laughed, Yeah the joke was on me!

But who was the joke on the night he woke me up, and said make my mother get off the end of my bed and she had already passed on. Haha. I am not sure if the imaginary things are worse than what is on the movie screens or not. Most of us are frighten of the unknown. I don't trick or threat anymore, I've become the candy lady & stay inside on Halloween nite. Trick or Treat everyone, don't let the ghost and goblins get you!!!

Tip for the Week: Don't drive faster than your guardian angel can fly!!

Love always, Mom

 

10-25-03

 

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10-12-03

AUTUMN LEAVES & PUMPKINS:

I love the fall season and all the beautiful colors of the changing leaves. When living in Michigan I often walked the paths of the State Park just to take in wonderful colors of God's nature at hand. I am sure science has all the explanation and why's and what for that changes the colors, such as certain temperature changes, so much sunlight and dark. But in my mind it is easier just to say "Well, God you out did yourself again". I don't want to miss any of it, and try to take the time to enjoy his artwork around me.

The Autumn sunsets add even more beauty to the colors, some of them last over a half hour with brilliant colors of red, pink, and orange. I have watched some of the prettiest sunsets since moving to Crestwood Village South, my balcony has a perfect view of that western sky. Tori and I have always shared our love for sunsets, rainbows, and have some wonderful pictures of them and even have them on my computer screen saver.

Tommy and I use to go every year to the pumpkin patch and get his pumpkin from the fields, of course the fun was the wagon ride, Grama always had trouble getting up and in and then out. But in the field, Tom would always have to find a big one for him and a little one for Grama. Dianna always took lots of pictures for our memories books. Autumn Fun!!!

Thinking along the line with the fall, autumn leaves, and pumpkins in the fields, being carved for the later in the month, Halloween, I ran across this lately and want to share with you:

A woman was asked by a co-worker, "What is it like to be a Christian?". The co-worker replied, " It is like being a pumpkin, God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. He then cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff. He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. and then he carves you a new smiling face and puts his light inside of you to shine for all the world to see."

God wants everyone to shine his light in this lifetime, giving you peace, happiness, and unlimited blessings. Don't miss out, let him rid you of the yucky stuff too. God loves you and so do I!  Have a beautiful Autumn week. 

Always, Mom

10-5-03

 

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9-6-03

THAT'S GOD!

In the past I have written on Disappointment, Whys of Life, and Coincidence, but this week I received a message that came at the right time and said just what I was needing at the time.

As you are all aware the last 6 weeks have been very stressful for us, with lot of devastating happenings in our family. Those we love have been affected, and needed encouragement in trying times. I have pulled strength from this message and feel it is noteworthy at this time. It goes as follows:

Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?  THAT'S GOD!!

He talks to you through the Holy Spirit.  Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to talk to?  THAT'S GOD!!

He wants you to talk to him.  Have you ever been thinking about someone that you haven't seen in a long time and then, the next thing you know, you see them or receive a phone call from them?  THAT'S GOD!!

There is no such thing as "coincidence"

Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had a mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted but couldn't afford?  THAT'S GOD!!

He knows the desires of your heart.  Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now you look back on it?  THAT'S GOD!!

He passes us through tribulations to see a brighter day.  In all we do, if we remember to give total thanks to God, our blessings will continue to be multiplied. I count you all among my greatest blessings!! Thinking of you and hope this brightens your week! Love Always, MOM

And I will send showers, showers, of blessings, which will come just when they are needed. Ezekiel 34:26

 

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8-9-03

 

BELLY BUTTONS:

Yep, you read that right! Aunt Judy suggested the topic so don't yell for the
straight jacket team yet. Of course, it makes you wonder about her...........

Belly buttons, some protrude and are called "outties".   Some are indented
inward being called "innies."

Have you ever noticed how quickly a baby finds his/her belly button when it
becomes in sight, only to stick their finger in it and giggle.

No two are alike, they come in different shapes and depths......we all have
one........some even decorate them with piercing and jewelry.......we all start
our lives the same way. Which brings a question up to ponder, "If God created
Adam and Eve, then did they have belly buttons, or because he wasn't there
Mother would only their children have began the belly button tradition, What do
you think?"

My pondering took me back to prior to my birth. When I was conceived by my
Mother & Dad I began my existence with joining to my mother, the umbilical cord,
therefore making her my lifeline for survival. For 8 months the blood supply
of oxygen, nourishment and all well being was from my Mother. That bond
remains forever strong between a Mother/Child even after birth. What an amazing
lifeline.

When my birth happen, the umbilical cord from my mother was cut, which gave
me my belly button.  I was born in Jesup, Ga. hospital, all my siblings were
born at home, my parents being Willie Mae and Shelton Thornton.  I was
premature, a blue baby, had not developed to full term.  The top of my head was all
soft spot and the brain could be seen thru it. My Mother heard the nurses say I
was not worth saving, which my Mother then took me home, there I was fed with
an eye dropper in order to keep me alive for weeks.  My Dad wouldn't even hold
me, guess I was a pitiful sight! What greater love can be found that sizes up
with a Mother's love for her child. "A mother's love perceives no
impossibilities."

So check that belly button out....it is truly a free miracle from God.  Would
love to hear what your answer is to that question on Adam & Eve. Thanks for
pondering with me again today. Have a great week! I love you all.   Always, Mom

8-2-03

 

My Family:

Pulling together this week as a family has once again made me proud to be the
mother of this brood of mine. The stressful situation of Pam's incarceration
and the domino chain effects of unsettling stress, has made it necessary for
us to pull together again. It is not easy to have loved ones in bad situation
whether by choice or of their own makings.  I know we need to be supportive but
sometimes each person has to do for themselves, and face the circumstances of
actions they created. Our love doesn't stop or change but none or us has a
magic wand to make bad disappear either.

Life is a process that includes problems that can't always be easily
resolved. It is refreshing to learn that not every conflict has to be resolved on the
spot. Sometimes it is best to step back, let them be, relax with peaceful
thoughts will ease the stress. Again remember who controls all and our future.  It
is in Gods hands and he will care for us.

As a family I know we all love Pam and Tori, we are hoping and praying that
this can be a turning point into a better way of life.  Amy has taken on an
enormous task of handling Pam's affairs in her absences. Inheriting legal
responsibilities of others is not easy task and I am most grateful for all your
efforts Amy!  If I or any others of the family can help let us know. I am adding
Pam's mailing address if anyone wants to send a note of encouragement to her, I
'm sure it would mean a lot!
                                                             

Johnson County Jail
Attn: Pam Scott, #033878
P.O.Box 609

Franklin In. 46131

A final thought, a quote I want to share:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take
but by the moments that take our breath away.
                                                          (author unknown)

Have a good week, I  love you   Always,Mom

 

7-26-03

 

CLOUDS:

On my return trip to Harrisville this week, I had a chance to day dream and watch the clouds go by. As I drove north on 75, where the cars WHIZ by at a speed limit of 70+MPH and the number of cars in 4 lanes are too numerous to mention, I wondered if any noticed the beautiful sky and clouds. Have you ever laid on the grass, maybe as a kid, and watched the clouds roll by above you. The view can be almost awesome!

Today the clouds are the big puffy fat ones I love, Cumulus, like huge rounded marshmallows with the big blue sky filling the wide open spaces from ceiling to ground. I think of the view from an air plane---the clouds look like angels should be floating on them, so very heavenly. I have seen some pictures taken of magical spiritual clouds that shapes looked like angels. That has to be something to really see. The ones before me look 3-D at times, in layers of deep depths, but transparent, yet a few feet over the clouds blend together in a blurred vision of nothing impressive. There is a huge dark cloud full of rain, which reminds me of the storms of life we face, yet behind it and coming to the forefront is a enormous white puffy one with rays of sunlight and hope.

I recently purchased a CD of Margi Harrell's on lite keyboard, which I now have playing in the car. She plays her own composed piece of melodies titled, MEMORIES, DREAMS, HOPE, MEDITATIONS OF SOLITUDE, and these are mixed with soft various old gospel hymns. The music and the clouds blend together. Today they are perfect for calming me as I drive. The Garvins have teased me and called this music "funeral Music", but to me it is music for my spiritual soul!

Your Dad would have especially like the PIANO CONCERTO-21. He liked piano music and we spent lots of time relaxing to his favorite music, some classical, for he was a fan of Mario Lanza's (opera tenor).

As I neared Harrisville, MI. I realize I've gone thru 1 1/2 hours of music and am almost to the end of my trip today. I see a song listed on the CD which makes me smile, "SONG OF THE MOON". I remember my Mother telling me the man in the moon is washing his feet in the full moon, can you see that?  Maybe we will have to ponder on the moon next!!!!!!

Have a great week, Remember I love you each and every one of you.  Always, Mom

7-19-03

 

Sisters on the Go:

On the return trip to Michigan, after the 4th of July reunion, my sisters and
I once again found ourselves traveling together. All of us while younger had
married, gone on to raise our families and care for our husbands. Never
thinking that one day, our children would be grown, our husbands have all passed
away leaving us grand old widows. Once a year now for 4 years, we have traveled
to Georgia and spend the month of March with Aunt Jerry in her home. We from
there have been able to visits relatives, friends and pretty much go where we
want to.  This is continually amazing to us as we each have commented "who would
have ever thought we would be doing this."

Our Mother was named Ramblin' Rose, by Uncle Bob, because she truly was a
traveler.  Taking turns to be with each of us for grandchildren to be born,
surgeries and any other required occasions. Dad too, when he moved away from his
home of Georgia to Illinois to find work in 1945, faithfully made the trip twice
a year to visit his Mother in Georgia until her death.  Could be we were
meant to be gypsies at heart, and it is in the genes.

As I think of us being together, I am so very grateful that our parents
raised us as they did. We have never stopped talking to each others during the
years, as many siblings might do.  We have always joined together to care for our
parents, not worrying that one may have a heavier load to carry at one time or
another. True I have as the baby of the family, at times threaten to throw
Aunt Judy and/or Aunt Jerry in the Lake Huron or put either out of the car for
bad directions when I drive.
Mad scratch that I am, I am always  sorry when I cooled down. I keep trying
to work on that temper and so is God, trying to teach me patience.  I would
say over all we get along well together, and that includes  our one and only
brother too.

I plan my trip back to Michigan next week, so I can spend more time with my
sisters, before Aunt Jerry returns to her home.  Our days are not the most
exciting but we fill the days and enjoy being together, jig saw puzzles, garage
sales, and of course seniors for that one balanced meal of the day. We have all
deliberately forgotten how to cook, except for microwaves. That seems to go
along with old age after all the years we did cook 3 square meals a day.

I think about how in the past with all that has happen, my bout with cancer
of the throat, Aunt Judy for all purposes died on the table with her surgery
many years ago, and Aunt Jerry with her numerous surgeries, which doctors said
she shouldn't have come through, I guess we are tough old birds. God intended
for us to support each other through these senior years of our lives.  God is
Good!!!!!

So if I haven't said it enough to them, I will take this chance to say
"Sisters, you are the best and I so appreciate having you in my life." I count you
as one of my true blessings. So lets keep a going as long as we can, maybe we
could buy a motor home for traveling! 

Thanks for listening to my thoughts and as always, have a good week. I love
you all very much. Always, Mom

 

7-12-03

 

Pondering on the shores at Harrisville Harbor:

Once again I am lucky enough to be looking out at
the big beautiful deep blue waters of Lake Huron.
The temperature is a lovely 72 today, the sky above is a beautiful blue with
large white cumulus clouds. The wind is blowing causing the big white caps on
top  of the waves. I have been mesmerized by the enormous
amount of them out as far as the eyes can see. As the
white caps come to shore rushing angrily, only to turn
into sheer gentleness when reaching the beachy sands.
Then they return to the vast amount of water that makes Lake Huron. Makes me
think of the tranquility and peaceful calm of my soul, when I
let God guide me.

Many times our lives are just like the angry rush and roar of the waves
hitting the rocks of the harbor or
the beaches. All of ours are worries of every day
stress which can create storms and rough waters in
us. We look and the hugeness can be overbearing at times.
Yet, we can release these worries to the one who is in control, by letting go
and letting God handle them and their uncertainties.  Then we can be like the
waves on the beach filled with calm and tranquility of the waters.  
It is a hard lesson in life to learn. We so often think we can solve any and
all things, so we worry and stew and wonder about solutions. Try "Lord show me
the solution and your way in my life." Then listen and pay attention. We
can't make it alone, and he knows the way, he doesn't want our lives to be full of
worry, stress, anger, and hostilities. He truly wants us to enjoy life, he is
just waiting for us to trust him and let our worries go!    

As I prepare to leave the lake this week, it comes to
mind many years ago, in my life with your Dad and a smile comes to my face. 
He finally promised me a romantic night on the beach. So we set out with
blanket in hand and NO kids, you all were left at the Boda's.  I can still hear the
sounds of the quietness of the waves coming in, in the stillness of the night
as we fell asleep. I was awaken by your Dad with the
statement, "If someone rides a motor cycle along the beaches here they will
never see us, and run over us, so we better go home." Yeah, so much for romance
on the beach! We picked up the blankets, full of sand and headed for the
house.  Now come on, what is the  odds of either one of us dying that way? I
always chuckle and smile when I think of some of the gullible things he expected me
to believe. SMILE !!  Hope your memories hold some of him you can smile at
too. Have a great week and keep yourself calm and tranquil like the lakes waves
on the beach.  I love you all. Good to be back home again in Indiana.  Always, Mom

7-5-03

 

Hello everyone from Harrisville, Michigan:

Here it is Monday and I decided to combine my Mom's thoughts for the week and my general update emails for friends and buddies, The weekly mailing will be early but that is what happens when you vacation. The time has gone all too quick since I arrived on last Tuesday.  We have been busy with sales, doing tasks in Sis's home which she can't do alone. Seems like the older you get the more you need two to accomplish anything. She is loving her new look to her bedroom, curtains, border trim, new bedset with the new bedspread. We will be tackling the bathroom today with wallpaper and shelves and curtains.  Then of course we take off to seniors for the one time a day good eating. We have had the daily walks around and over the blocks and believe me Harrisville has changed since I was here as a resident. The ole movie theater has been turned into a shopping mall, small size to go with the town uniqueness, we will check it out today too.

We leave tomorrow for Illinois and the reunion at our brother's Vern's.  It will be great to see all you kinfolks that will be there from GA, CO, IN, NC, and wherever and who else else comes. I wish you all a wonderful 4th of July. Be it with friends, and family, picnics, cookouts or just being at home and being thankful for all your blessings.  What ever it is enjoy. Be grateful for being in this wonderful free country of America and don't forget to pray for our service folks and their families. May God bless them and bring them home soon.  I love you all and will have you in my thoughts. Have a Happy safe fourth. See you on the internet in about one week. Always, Mom

6-28-03

 

THOUGHTS FROM THE SHORES OF LAKE HURON:

This week I've had the chance, once again, to hear the waves come in on the sunrise side of Michigan. The WHOOSH of the waves coming in slowly, immediately sends out "relaxation" to my memory bank of my mind.

It brings to mind my 9 years as a resident of Harrisville from 1987 to 1996, while caring for my mother with Alzheimer Disease. The separation from my children and grandchildren, in order to make a home for Mother, was a hard one but a necessary one. The care of Mother was shared by us "girls", Aunt Jerry, Aunt Judy & myself, with the help of our brother, Uncle Vern. We worked together, in order to keep Mother at home & out of a nursing home. All her life had been spent caring for her family, and it was the last gift we could give Mother, to care for her. None of us regret that decision and time, if nothing else it has become dearer to us since Mother's death.

Michigan is a beautiful place to be next to nature, the beaches full of soft but sinkable sand, the white birch trees mingled along with the tall graceful pines, and the evening rides to see the beauty of herd of wild deer grazing in fields and meadows. I recall my 5 miles daily walks was thru the state park, along the highways and took in all of the above treats and the time to get closer to God while appreciating God's FREE blessings, all of which seem harder to find in the fast pace of Indy. All 4 seasons always included more "freebies of nature", from the long winters and beautiful snows, the purple martin's return in the spring, the summers of 80 & 90 degrees in the sun, always could be found 65 or 70 in the shade with the breeze off the lake, and fall and cool weather always knew exactly when Labor Day arrived and you had better hunt a jacket!! Michigan's "up above" and "down below" reference to where you are from is heard all through stores and eating places. I am enjoying the tranquility of my visiting to Aunt Judy's & know when I return to Indy, through my memory bank I will be able to instantly "recall" the very special "feel" and "being there" in my mind, somewhat revisit of my spiritual home.

Home is the best place to be and everyone's own "HOME" is best for them. I am looking forward to my return to Indy and that small apartment I now call home. But I am taking Michigan in my heart and memory. Sort of like having the best of 2 worlds at my fingertips.  I have received nourishment for my soul.

I love you all----Missing you a bunch. I will be seeing you soon in Illinois for the 4th of July re-union at Uncle Vern's. Love always, with good thoughts and wishes for a great week. Mom

6-21-03

 

THE GIFT OF TIME:

Once again, the daily Mountainwings inspirational message
I receive on my computer, hit my pondering soul.  The question
was "What do you value most?"  The message reflects on people
in your life that influence it more than you may realize. One of
the most valuable gift is the time you give to others.  But in the
end the gift of their time may have influenced your life without
consciously knowing it.

I was a child of age 10 when I met Helen Gary, a 70 year old
widow lady, living with her son, Jim, in our neighborhood in
Wilmette, Illinois. Jim wasn't home much due to being the owner
of an antique shop. I would see her sitting alone on her porch
and I would wander over and visit when I could.  I shared many
hours with this lovely lady. It was a treat to go through her home,
looking at the beautiful things she had, mostly antiques.  I rem-ember she
always had time to listen to me, she made me feel
special, she gave of her time and knowledge.  Mrs. Gary was the
one to teach me to crochet.  I was the typical klutz in the begin-ning, all
thumbs. She patiently continued to encourage me as I learnt that skill. Of
course, as I grew older, my friends and activities changed and I saw less and 

less of her. Not because she didn't have
the time but I didn't. Though I often wrote to her for
a while, I never saw her again before she died. Now, I wonder if
she realized the large influence she had on my developing my
crocheting skills. She often referred to them as God given talents.

She was right, my hands may be busy but my thoughts quietly
converse with God, as I use this time to relax and ponder. My
crocheting has become a beneficial one for sharing, from lap
afghans (one year the count was 80+) for the Crestwood seniors
and nursing homes, to bright colored crib afghans for the cancer
kids at Riley Hospital going thru chemo, to the "new kids to the world" baby
afghans, and of course the many many for family
members. My crocheting has given me so much pleasure, with the stitches being
done with love and prayers they will be enjoyed.

As the yarn keeps coming to me, (I find bags full on my door
knob of my apartment) I will continue to stitch my way to heaven, one stitch
at a time. I hope somehow that Helen Gary, the time
she spent with that little 10 year old girl, knew what a gift she
had given to me, THE GIFT OF TIME! 

The next time someone says thanks for your time, ask yourself
was I an influencing factor in their life or so what factor?  Did I
listen or did I do all the talking?  Your own answers might surprise you.  Do
you have a Helen Gary in your life? Someone that showed you the value of time
well spent? One who influenced you to be the person you are? If so, tell them
they made a difference to you..

Thanks for listening to me pondering through my thoughts on
paper. You all have made a difference in my life and for the
better.  Have a great week everyone.  Love you lots and lots, Mom

 

6-14-03

 

DO IT YOURSELF PROJECT:

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of
his plans to leave the house-
building business and live a more leisurely life with his
wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss his
paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and
asked if he could build just one more house as a personal
favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart
was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior
materials. It was an un-
fortunate way to end his career.

When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came
to inspect the house, the contractor handed the front door
key to the carpenter. "This is your house, "he said, "my gift to you."

What a shock!! What a shame!! If he had only known he
was building his own house, he would have done it all so
differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.  So
it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted
way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than
the best.  At important points we do not give the job our
best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and
find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized that
we would have done
it differently.

Think of yourself as a carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer
a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you
will ever build.  Even if  you live it for only one day more, that day
deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity.

"Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your life today is the result
of your attitudes and choices of the past. Your life tomorrow will be the
result of your attitudes and the choices you make today. How is your
do-it-yourself project coming along? 

Have a great week, take time to smell the flowers, check out the green grass,
the singing bird in the morning or evening, see a sunset with your family,
and most of all remember I love you!  Always and forever just me, Mom

6-7-03

 

MOM'S PRIDE:

Last week I wrote about memories that we make in our lives.
I had some good memories made in May that I don't want to over look.  I have
had a few days to rest, recoup my forces, and gather my thoughts. I'd like to
share with you my pride.

First, I know the sudden appendix surgery of Dianna affected many. I am proud
of our family for pulling together to get Dianna thru surgery, back home and
up on her feet again.  God is good and does answer prayers!!!!!

Secondly, our family had a wonderful event with the Graduation of the Class
of 2003 from North Central.  I am very proud that our own Victoria Catherine,
"Tori," was part of that special happening.  She walked beautifully, head high
with pride, and full of grace as she received that diploma.

Had it not been for the wonderful "taking in " and "taking care"of Tori for
the last 90 days of her senior year, this would not have been possible.  Rusty,
Jodi, Natali, and Ryan, thank you for your generosity, compassion and sharing
your home with Tori.  The cooperation and love from Guy and Pam, as parents,
putting Tori's welfare first, made all this possible. Amy, thank you for your
help and support with the transition during this time, I know Guy and Pam
appreciates this too.

The graduation at the Coliseum, the Graduation & 18th birthday party at the
Lakewood Lodge Club House, joining of her families & friends, to express love
and good wishes will be memories Tori will have to go forward into the second
part of her life. We all wish her well in her future endeavors, college and the
becoming of a professional chef.

If I sound proud I am!  Of all my family, for their love, support, and
encouragement thru this time. This Mom is truly PROUD of her clan!  Have a wonderful
week everyone! I love you all very much.
Always, Mom

 

5-31-03

 

Memories:

I believe there was a song which a line said "memories are made of
this."  We make memories everyday, every hour, and every minute.
Some are good, some are bad, but we have the ability to "instant
recall" maybe by just being reminded by something, some one,
some smell, all can trigger our memories to come alive from the
past.

I tend to forget bad memories, maybe due to hurt feelings, pain
or suffering once felt. I also tend to remember the good memories of folks in
my past. As an example, I find as I think of your Dad
at times, it seems like he gets closer to SAINTHOOD all the time.
As with all marriages we made some good and some bad memories, but now going
on some 22 years since his death, I forget more of the bad habits, traits that
drove me up an ole tree.   Yeah, that sainthood is a false one, for he was
human and made mistakes like we all do at one time or another. I do treasure the
memories I have with Dad and still miss him.

Dr. Phil talks on the subject of people that live in the past and
place memories on pedestals, making them all important. They
can get stuck in the past & let the future waste away. It is up to
us to create our future memories. We can only take from life
what we willingly put in to it. We make our own good times and
memories. We can't go backward but we can & do have the ability
& capacity to move forward.

So, make some memories today! Make them GOOD ones so when
they cross your mind again they will give you that smile on your
face.  Making you proud & happy to have in your memory bank.

YEAH TEAM! Indianapolis had a DRY 500 race this year. I think
there is a song about that too, "It don't rain in Indianapolis in
the summertime." There I go pondering again! Have a great week!
I love you all, Mom

 

5-24-03

 

Subject: WHY

Only 3 letters to that word but it sometimes fills our thoughts to maximum
capacity. I think of Tommy, in the span of the last year and half, his WHY leads
to another WHY and continues on & on with replies or answers to once again
the question WHY?  It seems like WHY is the most used word we have in our
questioning of life's happenings.                              

This week's activities included Dianna's emergency appendix surgery,
cancellation of Tori and Grama's Louisville, KY college registration, cancellation of
Rusty, Jodi's and my trip to Harrisville, MI.  The question WHY--WHY couldn't
things go on as planned? We are human and can be selfish to the point of
wanting our way and never very patient either!!  I have finally come to believe
that God's in control and knows what is best for me. I once questioned "WHY me"?
probably when I was in my 30's, feeling very put upon and not getting my way
with life's circumstances.  A voice so clear (my holy spirit voice that is
right next to my conscience), said, "WHY not you " True, WHY did I believe I
should be exempt from suffering, pain, embarrassment, or troubles in life.  Didn't
our Lord suffer all the punishments on the cross and he truly did not deserve
any of them.

I have taken on the concept that when things change plans, it's usually for
the better. I believe delays in time may help me to avoid an accident, a
decision or choice I made could have been destructive for me, or I was meant to be
some place else for a better purpose. Life can have many disappointments in
attaining goals we have set, so, if they aren't successful, then trust in faith
that God may be trying to show you a better way.

Aunt Judy and I have learn to be very flexible at this time of our life, for
our plans change often very rapidly. So much so that we some time think we are
in a wind tunnel as things whirl around us.  So, Mom's final thought on the
word WHY, learn acceptance, trust and faith, we may be lead to another path to
travel on our journey of live. So, chill out, be still and listen!!!!!!!

Finally, remember our servicemen and women this Memorial weekend, make it
more than just a 500 race in Indy. Your prayers might be what the servicemen's
family needs.  God bless you Timmy and Your family! We pray you will come home
safe and sound soon.  To all have a great week!  My love always, Mom

5-15-03

 

CYCLE OF LIFE:     I don't know anyone who doesn't like John Wayne, he was
loved by all and the hero of all the good guys. His movies have been seen by
many repeatedly. One friend recent stated "oh, that movie I have seen it 16
times." This special man's legacy continues on with much admiration from us all.                               

This quote is from John Wayne, stated after he stopped making movies due to
age and health; He simply said "The older you get, the further out you go and
the more alone you are."  It came from his soul. The real thoughts of this
inner man. He was a man who had "everything" but as he aged, he said "Now all
my earthly 'Stuff doesn't matter."                                          

John Wayne's statement got me to thinking, it's true about aging. My own
faith in God has increased as I have grown older and hopefully wiser as to
the importance of what material things I have in life.  A quote I read said:
That which I have will one day fade into dust, that which you do for others
will live on.     

Because I found God, as I go along and get further out God increases EVEN as
everything shrinks, and yes, even I will diminish into obscurity and
nothingness.  The "DUKE" was right but we aren't alone for eternity. The
comfort is in knowing that our Lord is beside us every step of the way
through our cycle of life here on earth and there after. Ashes to Ashes and
Dust to Dust doesn't have to be sad, it is a completion of ones life.        
                                                    
Have a good week! I love you and keep you in my daily thoughts and prayers. 
Always, Mom

 

 

5-10-03

 

MY MOM'S:
Happy Mother's Day all this week, everyone has been thinking of what to get
Mom for that special day of the
year. Mother's Day need to be every day and she needs
to be told how much she means to you. Wish I could now!
I count my self extremely blessed for sharing the word "Mom" with 3
exceptional women.

MOM #1 Willie Mae: She carried me as part of her body till my birth, she
gave me life, loved and cared for me thru my childhood, carrying my problems
thru my life as her own to solve. She gave me the discipline, the direction
of what is right & wrong. She was there always when needed. Yes, I was
blessed to taught love by my mother of who I once survived off her lifeline
and heart. She knew and loved me as only a birth mother could.            

Mom # 2   Fairy Grace: This lady came into my life when 
I was a teenage bride.  I lacked maturity, knowledge, the ability to cook and
care for a husband much less a family that followed. This Mom helped me from
day one to become the homemaker I became over the years.  Not once did she
treated me as a daughter in law, but always as a daughter. She helped my
marriage to succeed. I was so blessed to have her in my life, and at her
early sudden death, I knew I had lost a best friend.

MOM #3  Esther:  My Dad married this lady only 2 days before Rusty was born
in 1959, 43 years is a long time to some but to me it's not long enough. When
Mom Esther
died in April it became even more awarding how very special she was. She came
into my life after my parents
had divorced. From day one she began in her own special way, helping my
parents to bring their family together.            Her intentions always were
to love us as her own. This she accomplished and so much more. She showed us
love, taught us respect, dignity, self pride, importance of choices
in life, and was always there for us.

Yes, I have been so BLESSED for these 3 ladies, who have left a beautiful
legacy in our family. There has been others no less important in my life,
that in many ways could have
been called Mom also. All have given me beautiful memories and life sharing
lessons that I will never forget. One may only have one birth Mom-----but the
heart holds an enormous space for the love of Mom's who are in your
life for your benefit.  Thanks for listening to me and my
thoughts today. It helps to remember, cry at few tears and most of all to
feel so grateful to God for life.  Happy Mother's Day to all and I hope you
have a great week  ahead.  Love, Mom

  

4-26-03

 

POTPOURRI: Spring is in the air......thoughts of potpourri comes into my
mind. The word potpourri comes from the old French words meaning literally
"rotten pot." Before refrigeration, foods spoiled quickly and left unpleasant
odors in the home. A pot was left on the stove and the homemaker would add
apple, orange, and other fruit peels and rinds, dried flowers and fruit,
scented leaves, spices and other handy ingredients. The pot was then heated
to a boil to release a pleasant mixture of scents and was wither left on the
stove or taken throughout the home to leave the home with a pleasing aroma.  
                                                            

Have you walked into a home where a fresh delicious apple pie has recently
been baked? Or how about the aroma of freshly baked bread? Nothing gives you
more of that homey warm & fuzzy feeling in your soul.  I love to burn
candles, vanilla being my favorite, as my cologne, I have a potpourri pot
simmering in my apartment.  Guess our moods are effected by all of our
senses, smell, seeing, hearing, tasting, and feeling.

The many blessings from God are ours FREE everyday. Try not to forget to say
Thanks for the blessings to God for creating us to enjoy warm and fuzzies
when we can, they are FREE!  Stop and smell the lilacs, lilies, and spring
blossoming trees, they are wonderful.                                  

Have a wonderful week and as always I love you all very much.  (I love
replies and your thoughts too.) Thanks for sharing.  Mom

 

4-5-03

 

Family Reunion:                                                              
              
Did we have a reunion on March 29, 2003, in Screven, GA!!!!!!!  
The annual gathering of decedents of Burley & Ella Thornton and offspring,
at last count was 90+. Heads are still being counted as to who came and who
didn't. The last surviving Aunt from that second upper limb of the family
tree, Susie Lee Anderson is currently in a nursing home and was unable to
attend. The family reunion tradition has been passed on to the siblings of
next generation in line.                                                     
         
We did what families have done since there were families, talk, make music,
and get re-acquainted. When our grandparents joined together in marriage long
ago and produced five children, who would have guessed all the families
growth to branch out in so may directions.  The number that filled that hall
was only a small hand full of the true number of decedents by blood. The
feeling of kinship was felt with those that did attend-----"cousins" galore. 
The music was truly Southern Baptist Gospel, performed by those who have sung
and played instruments since wee childhood days. The food, mostly homemade by
cooks using recipes from the past. So much love and warmth was felt. The
mingling of each other, the words "How are we related"? as they looked at the
pictures and family tree sketches on the wall was repeated often. I truly
felt proud of my heritage to have come from such a humble and strong
foundation.                                                  

FAMILY is a word we all need and want to be a part of. There's no other
feeling like it. I pray the tradition in my grandparents homeland of Wayne
County continues---as the younger generation become involved in the planning
of the next re-union, I believe it will. As they watch from above I am  sure
they do so with pride and love.  I truly feel blessed by being there with my
kinfolks and plan to be there once again next year, to see if we can top that
90+.                                     

To my children, remember you come from a wonderful line of survivors who
place their importance on family, love, and religion. All hard working folks
and that is true on both lines of heritage Scott-Lee and Thornton--Anderson.
That makes you all very special and true winners in this life time. I love
you all very much, have a great week! I hope to see you all soon.  It sure is
good to be home again.!!!! Always, Mom

 

 

3-29-03

AMERICA AT WAR:                                                                                   
Our nation last week began an undertaking of trying once again to bring peace to our world. I think of the old movies of the John Wayne era, the good guys always after the bad guys and winning in the end. Wish it was always so.                

We once had the blessings of living next door to a beautiful and educated lady born in Scotland, Isabelle Bracken. She had come across the ocean to this country as a "wee girl" with her family. They came because this country was the "land of the free" and held a dream of opportunity for her family. Isabelle and her hubby, Joe, had a  legacy  which  continues to grow thru 9 children and grandchildren. You children all knew and loved them as did your Dad and I.                                                       

Isabelle often talked of the wars our nation had been in, most for the benefit of other countries and our preservation of freedom. She had lost a brother, as well as Joe in the World War 2. She often spoke of the loss of a loved one and the hard effects of the family and grief. For as any war there is so many who lose their lives fighting for what they believe. She spoke of the wonderful blessing that America had never experienced war on or homeland. She once asked me "if heard a knock at your door, only to answer and find the enemy there asking Do you believe in God? knowing your life depends on your answer, What would you say?" . This happens overseas and other countries all the time.  That really makes one ponder on ones beliefs and commitment to those beliefs.                                                  

We have men in our armed services willing to place their lives in danger for what they believe in the words of peace, freedom and the United States. They and our President Bush need our support with positive prayers, belief full of HOPE and encouraged endurance. Americans are STRONG and our home land ground is worth fighting for and to continue to HONOR those who have lost lives for this country, that it not be in vain.                                                                                                             

Thinking of you all, pray you too are safe and sound. Have a good week. I love you all very much.  Always, Mom

 

3-22-03

 

IN HARM'S WAY:                                                                                     
A Mother 's greatest prayer is for her children to be safe and sound from harm's way. I have prayed so often for our lord to place his arms around each one of mine in time of troubles.  A Mother may feel that harm is coming their way. We can't prevent things from happening in this life and on this planet earth.  If that had been possible, then all the prayers Mothers said for their loved ones would have had a different outcome and so many wouldn't have died on 9-11 or other times of tragedy.                                                                             

I can recall all the prayers with each of you children, we said so much together, saying "I pray the Lord my soul to keep and if I should die before I wake I pray my Lord my soul to take."  As a Mother I can pray for protection from harm but maybe I should be praying as the children prayer did even more for the souls of the ones I love. I thought about that this week and how long it has been since I prayed specially for their souls. In my faith, I know it is a promise of our Lord, our soul's shall not die, but be safe with him above. I find comfort that we may lose loved ones but we will be together again., our death does not end it all.

We have many young and dedicated service men going over seas to defend our country and keep it safe from Harms Way. We pray they will be safe and sound and return to the families who love them so much. Let us also pray for there souls to keep in the safety of God's hands.  The family is in support of prays with your family Geraldine, Janice, Timmy and your loved ones. Remember we love each of you.                

Have a safe and sound  week, I am missing all of you, Always, Mom

 

3-15-03

 

INHERITANCE: to receive, to acquire, to be remember in ones will of estate.  When I use to hear the word I would think only in terms of money to receive for relatives at anthers death. Many build up wonderful estates of wealth to pass on to the next generation. I have been pondering on the word all week, and have changed my own thinking.  My sisters and I have made our first of the annual visits to our Mothers and Grandmas graves, in Screven, GA. In so doing, I began thinking of the inheritance from my Mom and Dad's estates.  Both were from poor background of farmers family. Our Inheritance was financial small, though not considered poor, they were not rich in material ways either.  They passed on to us 4 children an inheritance we all treasure and appreciate today.  Our inheritance was being taught right from wrong, how to work for what we want, never to be afraid of hard or dirty work, to care about others before ourselves, and that giving can be better than receiving.  The gift of  honesty, being true to oneself, giving the best in any and everything you do will develop self pride in ones self.  They gave us FAITH to help us through life's problems and the promise of eternal life. SPIRIT that keeps us going and enjoying what we believe in. Spirits of Forgiveness and compassion for others.  God's SPIRIT working in me is a priceless inheritance.  These and many more traits instilled in us from birth are inheritance giving by caring and loving of our parents.

Material things are just that, things we enjoy while living. As the old saying goes, "you cant take it with you." The inheritance we leave with our loved ones can be a much richer legacy than dollars can buy. I believe in the old one, "Money cant buy happiness." I hope I can pass it on thru the up and coming generations and keep my inheritance going. What will you leave in your inheritance?                      

Have a great week and remember I love you, Always, Mom

 

 

3-8-03

Sunshine:  Ever notice how after a long winter or cloudy days for a long spell effects your mood? The lack of sunshine can make you cranky, depressed, out of sorts with the world and down right unhealthy. Sunshine can brighten your spirits, lift your mood, put a bounce in your walk, and make your body healthier. (Unless you get tooo much sun---Sunburns are painful!!!) Sunshine is again is one of those free blessings from God, his gift is so often un-noticed, un-appreciated, and most of the time ignored by us taking it for granite.                                                            

Norman Vincent Peale wrote: "In moods of discouragement or despair, never forget that the sunshine will ultimately come back, that its absence never is permanent. Hang onto your faith, knowing that soon you will rise into the sunshine again."              

My days in Georgia, has had few hours of sunshine in this week. But all have been enjoyed.  The warmer temperatures have been great after the Indy cold. With every spring comes the sunshine, the beauty of new flowers and hope returns to the soul. I wish you all hope, love and warmth of the sunshine. God bless you all-----remember I love you.  Have a great up and coming week,  Always, Mom

 

 3-2-03

 

HUGS AND LOVE FROM GEORGIA:  Our trip to this destination was safe and sound.  Thanks to all the wonderful family and friends we had praying for our safety. We left Indy in the bitter temperature of zero but the day was safe and sound with Russ and Bob holding the ice storm off till we made it to Memphis, TN. When we awoke on Wednesday morning our Mabelline, the car, had been turned into an ice cube or igloo. We had a wonderful visit with Carolyn and Dick Boda, Food 3 squares a day and a bed to sleep in.  We believe in the saying "Fish like guests go bad after 3 days".  Our trip into Alabama and Georgia brought on the spring.  Daffodils, flowering trees in bloom, but plenty of rain.  Our trip held one accident but thank the good lord it did not involve us, and all involve were able to get out of their cars.   We certainly were protected by the angels around our car.

I am so grateful for the chance to be with my sisters, which we had so little time together over the years we were raising our families. It was hard to leave Indy, but I knew Janice was excited to have her caregivers in route.  I have not left all my loved ones uncared for, all are very fortunate to have ones who love them deeply.  I know out family will pull together as they have in the past in my absences. This is a true blessing for me and not one I take for granite.  I thank you all for your emails that were waiting for me. I will answer each one this coming week. Janice has a beautiful computer world here and I am learning how to use it. Only lost Compuserve 3 times so far.  Take care of each other. The phone number here is 912-xxx-2224 and I have my cell phone with me. Rusty would appreciate if you call me at Janice's number, LOL> All take care and as always I love you all and hold you close in my heart. Always, MOM

 

 2-22-03

 

DISAPPOINTMENTS: an article by Judith Newman in January 2003 Good
Housekeeping stated disappointments is:" A sign of our humanity, of our
ability to look into the future and imagine something better for ourselves.
We are disappointed only to the extend that we dream. And we all want to be
able to dream."                  When the world lets you down, you can pump
yourself backup. Letting go of disappointments and moving on is required for
seeing  something better waiting for you down life's roads.  We all have
disappointments in life. They can  hurt severely for a while, one may feel
betrayal or rejection, but it is up to us to keep going forward as we only
can do for our self.  Our deepest expectations and those of others are not
always of the same measured height.  Jessy Scott once said "expect nothing
and you will never be disappointed." The simplicity of that statement is to
be admired and not a bad way to live, if you can.  But, I believe, dreams can
always help you to over come disappointments and look to the future with
promise and rays of hope. Dreams are a GOOD THING.                           
                               
As I head south on my 7 weeks of travels, I will keep you all in my heart and
thoughts, though I may be miles away you are really right there with me.  I
love you and pray for a safe and sound week for us all.    Love,  Mom

 

 

2-15-03

 

This has been quite a week, so much to ponder on, digest, worry and fret
about, Valentine's Day, war issues, life's ups and downs in general. Once
again I find a favorite verse to help me through, maybe it will be of help to
you:                      

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the
heaven;    A time to be born, and a time to die;   
A time to plant, and a time to pull up what is planted;   A time to kill, and
a time to heal;   A time to break down, and a time to build up;   A time to
weep, and a time to laugh;        
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;   A time to cast away
stones, and a time to gather stones together;    A time to embrace, and a
time to refrain from embracing;   A time to get, and a time to lose;   A time
to keep; and a time to cast  away;   A time to rend, and a time to sew;   A
time to keep silence, and a time to speak;  A time to love, and a time  to
hate; A time of war, and a time of peace.                                    
                                                                    
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Time is, at its core, a gift of Love. One of the easiest ways to show someone
how much you love them is to give them your time. Time is a precious gift
from God, and you in turn can give to others, your gift of time.  Have a
great week!
I love you all and love sharing my thoughts with you. Thanks for taking the
time to listen.   Always, Mom 

 

2-1-03

 

"At times like these" was the daily mountain wings message I received on
Monday on my computer. Those four words really hit home for me.              
    
All of us have had "at times like these" moments. Times when we have not done
all that we could, and even times when we have done all that we could, but it
just doesn't seem to be enough.             

It is "at times like these" we are at our weakest. They are unavoidable
because we are human and life has stuff.  No one gets exempt from those
times.                                                                       
    
Try to remember that every person you meet, in every place you go, will have
times like those too.  There is no way you have of knowing whether they maybe
going through one of those moments.     We need understanding from others and
so may they need our understanding.  So, before reacting, remember they may be

 having an "At times like these" moment and need a friend in you, instead of criticism.                       
           
Have a good week and remember I love you, Mom

  

1-25-03

 

About a year ago Grama Esther sent me the program where she was voted the
Super Senior of the Year 2001 at the Glenview Senior Center. Of course we
know her as the Super senior of every year. She was so excited to be in the
Glenview parade and all and awarded in front of the whole town.  She is such
a beautiful and distinguished lady.  The program had a poem I would like to
share with you all:                                    

                    The Little Things                                        
           

It's the little things in life that count, the little thing of every day;
Just the simple things that we can do, The Kind words we can say.  The little
things like a friendly smile For those who may be sad, The clasp of a hand or
kindly deed To help make someone glad.  A knock on the door of lonely homes,
Of flowers bright and gay For someone to whom you might bring cheer with just
a small bouquet.  Just the little greetings here and there On which so much
depends, The little pleasures that all can share, The joy of making friends. 
 
                                        By Virginia Katherine Oliver         
      

Have a great week and as always remember I love you all.        Love, Mom

 

1-18-03

 

I like the following poem, author unknown:                         

"I learn as the years roll onward and leave the past behind,   That much I
had counted sorrow, but proves     that God is kind.  That many a flower I
had longed for had hidden a thorn of pain.   And many a rugged by-path led to
fields of ripened grain. The clouds that cover sunshine--they cannot banish
the sun.    And the earth shines out the brighter when the weary rain is
done.  We must stand in the deepest shadow to see the clearest light.  And often
through wrong's own darkness comes the very strength of light. "             
                                           
Keep looking for the rainbows and their colors so bright. There are always
better and brighter days in life.   Have a great week! Love you all.  Always, Mom

 

1-11-03

 

Have you ever thought about the trust and lack of fear a child has when he
learns to walk.  All he needs is his parent/loved one there holding their
arms out and assuring him it is safe and okay.  Usually there is no fear when
that baby tries its steps forward to you.  If he should fall, he may cry but
with assurance he is up and tries again.  Life continues in much the same
way.  Many times we attempt new challenges or projects and the new territory
may make us frightful and uneasy.  That is when the trust in yourself comes
in to play.  I can do this is a good phrase to practice saying. Or We can do
this, with God's help. It works, That’s how your past successes happen. Don't
let fear spoil your chances in life to advance. Take the first step and Test
the unknown.  Have a good week and remember I love you, Mom

Hazelden Message 1-10 was: Just for today, I shall stay focused on the big
picture of where I am going, knowing I can climb toward my goal, a step at a
time. 

 

1-4-03

 

Happy New Year 2003: A whole new year of 365 days. We could look at it as a
journal with blank pages.  We are all on our journey of life. So, why not
look toward this new year as our chance to choose whether our days will be
full of good or bad, happy or sad, positive or negative.  Each day is a gift
from God and he allows us to set the mood.  The outside world only influences
us 10%, with things that is fated to happen. The other 90% is up to us, we
have the choices of life and we can be the author. to our own journal.  So
don't spend those 365 days, complaining, resenting others, and down right
gripping.  Make this year YOUR year full of love, your dreams, hopes to
accomplish, and time for yourself.  You cant give to others what you cannot
give to yourself first.  Always remember I love you. HAPPY 2003.    Mom

 

12-21-02

 

Merry Christmas this week. I had 25 years of sharing family traditions with a
very unique family, the Lee's, and their offspring's.  Louise and Otis Lee
had one of the most loving and fun bunch of children around. Frances, Ruth,
Betty, Helen, Bill, Fairy and Kack. Seven children that I was blessed with
knowing, and grew up with in marriage. Not a Christmas goes by that I don't
think of Thanksgiving and Christmas spent with all of them.  We started out
going to the Buckner farm when Pam was a baby, then later they moved down
town Trafalgar, after Uncle Keith died.  At Christmas time we would rush
around to get the presents open so we could get out the door and on the ride
30 miles south. Well, after all the complaints about having to leave the
toys, we soon  got the dinners changed to later in the day.  When that family
got together you never knew what to expect but it would be fun.  Dinner
always consisted of delicious homemade cooking, all good cooks, and desserts
out of this world.  Fairy would cook for weeks before to have enough for both
places.  Once the food was out of the way, the cards went on the table, they
were all serious card players.  I always got stuck with dishes cause I didn't
play cards.  I remember the wrapped gifts of gags Fairy and Bill always
exchanged, you never knew what was going to be all wrapped up.  You have to
remember it was before Spencer gifts and all the artificial poop was made. 
Nothing stopped those two and you soon learn not to sit next to them, for
anything could fly out of the boxes.  Someday I hope to get the slides
developed onto CDs, where there are some pictures of the bunch of Lee's and
Christmas. I remember most of the drives home where spent laughing, while you
kids slept, exhausted from being with your cousins, first, second or third.  I
have a lot of beautiful memories of growing up with those special people. I
was only 17 when I married into the family, and I  miss them all now. Uncle
Harold at 91 is the only one of that generation left. They are for sure in
all your memories too.  Just remember the fun, the laughter, the enjoyment of
life, they were beautiful examples of getting the most out of life with the
least. Bet they are having one hellava party up there for Christmas this
year.  As you spend Christmas with your families, I hope you are making good
memories too.  Merry Christmas, Hope Santa's good to you.  As always remember
I Love You, Mom

 

12-14-02

 

Snow, we seem to always love to have snow in December. More so than any other
time of the year. Snow is magical, as each flake is different, no 2 are the
same. Some of us have found that snow can be the answer to a prayer. "I wish
it would snow," only to be surprised when that prayer is answered upon that
first look out the window the next morning.  Nothing is more beautiful and
peaceful than to watch the snow fall on the night time. The street lights
create a sparkle and glitter in the snow. I don 't know if it snowed on the
night our lord was born, but I like to think that is where the warm peaceful
glow in my heart and soul comes from. That is my thoughts on
the snow, I also recall in my memories another thoughts, Your Dad's:  He
prayed for snow too, but only so he could go play in it. He drove the tractor
with a snowblade on it for the Rocky Ripple Town back in the 70s. He would be
up all night, cause that usually is when it snows the most. He would bundle
up and away he would go. While others slept he would be standing, up on that
tractor,  had to see what was ahead of his blade, zooming up and down the
streets with the plowing.  He would be covered with snow, mustache would be
iced stiff, all you could see was his eyes that twinkled and showed a kids
delight. You could hear the roar of the tractor but only a white streak as he
went by.  Often he would stop only long enough to have a cup of coffee with
neighbors and get warm inside. I have that picture in my mind, of a man that
loved life and enjoyed it to the fullest. But he was so funning looking when
he came in after plowing snow all night, The true SNOWMAN in human form.  I
still laugh at the thought of it.  Enjoy the snow whether its looking out the
window, walking in it, having a snow ball fight, or cleaning the walks off. 
The beauty of it covers a lot of dirty world out there.  "I wish it would
snow."  Be careful driving this week, and remember I LOVE YOU.  Mom

 

12-7-02

 

Christmas time, always such a busy time. We get so busy we forget to take
time to enjoy the warm quiet evenings, the calming effect of the snow
falling, the Christmas music in the background.  Brings back so many memories
to me of days gone by.  I always loved to walk in the snow about 9 at night
and see the lights in the neighborhood all aglow. Your Dad would join me many
times, but his enjoyment always came from getting out in his truck and doing
wheelies in the snow.  Then gripe because my car would slide more than his
truck and I wouldn't let him take it out.  Such an over grown kid. I think of
the year I came down sick and was bedridden from November thru Christmas,
don't remember what was wrong. But your Dad had to be Santa and do the
shopping for Christmas.  He tried, but I remember all of you kids said
"Please don't get sick again, Mom, Dad makes the worse Santa Claus."  Makes
me laugh to reminiscence about those times.  Bet I can thing of more for next
week.  Till then enjoy the holidays, your families and always remember I love
you.  Have a great week!    Mom

 

11-23-02

 

PARENTHOOD 24/7                                                              
There is no perfect parent on earth, regardless of what you may have
heard. Parenthood comes with the miracle of the birth of a child. Thereafter
it is life in motion. I know of no book written, which tells the right or
wrongs of the decisions that will bestow on you. As parents we want to be
there for our children 24/7, to help, to guide, to encourage, to love, to
reprimand if needed, and all the other needs a child may have.  You will try
to do the best you can dealing with each crisis as it occurs. Remember just
because you become parents, it does not change that you are human and may
make bad decisions. That is a golden moment, to realize you were wrong and
try to correct that with your children. Let them know they are loved and you
do care about them and their future.  24/7 is a mighty full time job, but the
results of an independent, loving, caring, adult makes it all worth  while.  
                                                                             
Remember: God listens 24/7 and as our loving Father, he tries to lead us
each day, take time to tell him you are listening.  I Love you, have a good week. Mom

 

11-3-02

 

Dr. Phil says We should not spend our time in the past worrying about
mistakes which we cannot change. Nor should we live in the future worrying
about what may never happen.  So where should we spend out pondering time
within our selves.  Have you ever thought about TODAY being a Gift from God,
that is why it is called PRESENT. We receive a gift each and every day. All
63 years of my life I had never really connected the two, God's GIFT is
TODAY.  Life is precious and too often too short, the choice of being happy
is your gift to YOU.  Have a great week, we are blessed.   Mom

 

10-17-02  

 

 COUNTING YOUR BLESSINGS

We all have so many,,, but don't stop to count them
often enough. We have all the wonders that God shares with us each day, the
sunrise, the sunset, the beauty of trees, birds, and even rainbows on rainy
days, etc. But on the personal side, I get to count MY blessings. My kids are
my main blessing. They spoil me, humor me, encourage me, love me, tolerate
me, try to fill my wants, needs and wish-for’s, given me super grandchildren,
give me memories, make me laugh, even get me to cry usually with tears of
joy, etc. My list grows as I COUNT and add to my list. Your Dad would be so
proud of ALL of you and how you care for me. I am always counting my
blessings, how about you?  Have you started a list?    Mom