When I was younger, and the family members with most of the answers were still living, I was too busy to care. I was a young wife with three children to raise, a home to take care of and a nursing career. It never occurred to me to search for “ancestors” or even to ask about them. What a shame…
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The Mamie Road Mystery…
It had been fifty-five years since we had lived in that little house on Mamie Road. It was bound to have changed – together with the neighborhood which had been in the countryside when we lived there. During my recent visit home to the South, Sharon and I both wanted to visit that house again and see the neighborhood. We…
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Happy Birthday, Sis…
Today is my sister’s eightieth birthday. She is celebrating with the friends and family who are blessed to be there…I wish I could. Thankfully, I was able to spend time with her during my recent visit home to the South. We had a wonderful time as always. She gave Sharon and me another lesson on how to make her famous…
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Sweet tea and mysteries…
My sisters, brothers-in-law, two of my nieces and I were sitting around the table after we finished lunch at my sister’s house in their small town in Mississippi. I was enjoying my second glass of sweet tea and the conversation that I would remember and miss when I returned home to Oregon. As I’ve shared with you before, I’m the…
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Sweet moment in time…
I remember the day this picture was taken…just like it was yesterday. Actually it was late June, twelve years ago. Our family had rented a large oceanfront house in the village of Duck, North Carolina, on the Outer Banks. The house was perfect with an almost floor to ceiling bank of windows and a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean….
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Mama and the violets…
African violets will always remind me of Mama. She loved them. She loved growing them…along with her peonies, daylilies, daisies, roses, their large vegetable garden and several varieties of fruit trees. She loved taking a “cutting” (a leaf at the steam) and creating a whole new plant – or propagating them. Mama never took a botany class or a…
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Reflections…
One afternoon during my granddaughters’ recent visit, I was sitting at the dining room table with them. The table was covered with fabric, thread, patterns and my portable Singer sewing machine. I was teaching my eight and almost ten year old granddaughters the basics of sewing – how to find the grain of the fabric, the selvages, laying out and…
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Easter is coming…
I couldn’t help but think about Mary, the mother of Jesus, this past week as I looked into the face of a beautiful, sleeping baby and held him in my arms. Could you even imagine holding the Saviour in your arms? Mary knew who He was. The angel had appeared to her before conception and she knew this was, indeed, a virgin birth. Did…
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All those questions…
I was born when my parents were forty-one years old…the last of four daughters. Daddy was the youngest of seven children, born when his parents were older. I never knew my Daddy’s parents. They both died before I was born. My mother’s parents died when I was very young, so I really never knew them. I was almost twenty-one when…
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Happy Birthday, Daddy…
As I remember Daddy’s birthday today, I thought it might be a good time to share a few pages or memories from the family history book which my sister Dot and I were working on before we lost her to leukemia. I want to finish this book. I really do…because that’s exactly what she would have wanted. If you’ve been…
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Sweet child of mine…
Our youngest child arrived ten years after his sister…a precious baby boy with strawberry blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. From day one, it seemed he was carried around in someone’s arms or had someone to entertain him…or someone he entertained. He never met a stranger. When he started talking, it was in paragraphs. He could carry on a conversation…
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The Christmas Skates…
Christmas was always a wonderful time on Victor Drive. Not because there were elaborate gifts or fancy decorations, because there were neither of those, but because we were all together. There wasn’t a lot of money, and so I knew better than to ask for anything expensive. It was simply out of the question. Roller shoe skates were definitely more…
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