Do you remember the first time you saw your newborn baby’s face after nine long months of waiting? I do. I remember all three of their precious faces. I remember checking tiny little eyelashes and soft fine eyebrows. I counted baby fingers and toes. I marveled at their exquisite noses and tiny little ears. The amazing faces I’d waited so many months to see stared back at me in wonder. I can only imagine what Mary thought when she gazed into the face of her newborn son. I wonder if, in her heart of hearts, she truly knew that she had just given birth …
One amazing life…
In memory of my sister, Sarah Geraldine “Gerry” McGregor Harden. August 1, 1930 – October 13, 2011 I was in Chicago when the sad news came. My sister had lost her courageous battle with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease). She was, at that moment, in Heaven…surrounded by a host of loved ones who’d gone before. The Bible says “absent from the body, present with the Lord”. Praise God! I changed my reservations and flew South. My plans had been to travel South on Sunday and spend the week with my sister…but Heaven needed her sooner. On Sunday, we celebrated the …
Father’s Day…
Today is Father’s Day and my mind is full of memories. I was 45 years old when I lost my Dad at the age of 86. I look back now and realize that forty-five was young to lose my father, but my children would be younger still when they lost their Dad. Life is precious…and altogether fragile. Five years ago, my children and I came face to face with that fact when their father had a sudden massive coronary; and, at the all too young age of 62, he was gone. He had been the love of my life for forty …
Time traveling…again
I’ve spent the past few days attempting to restore all the photos to my blog that were “lost” in the process of changing servers recently. I’m about half way finished with this tedious task! During this long process, I’ve reread many of my old posts. Thought I would share this one again. It was originally published on May 7, 2009. I’m amazed at how our senses can take us back to another time and another place… The taste of a delicious, hot Southern biscuit reminds me of my Mama’s wonderful cooking. One bite of homemade banana pudding with the golden brown meringue, I close my eyes…forty …
Down memory lane…
Growing up on Victor Drive, Halloween was a fun time. We dressed like hobos or some other easy costume and went “trick or treating”. Walking around those tree-lined blocks, we’d gather homemade popcorn balls wrapped in cellophane, hand-dipped cinnamon redhot apples or caramel apples…and lots of candy bars. We never ventured too far from home. It was safe because these were our friends and neighbors…in a different time and place. As our children were growing up, we’d often get together with my husband’s sister and her family for Halloween. We’d have a Mexican fiesta and then go “trick or treating”. Fun …