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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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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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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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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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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