Sunday, June 10, 2018

Thirty five years ago today, we spent the night at Aunt Jackie's house...A Sleepover, I will never forget!

Strawberries and cream for breakfast, My sister Julia, My friends Paulette and Brenda and a hope that my dearest friend Pam would make it, though nine months into her first pregnancy would prove to keep her from it. Darling girl Karla Gail stepped in at the last moment and played a beautiful junior bridesmaid for my great day. We took pictures and laughed like no other day that I could remember. There was a bubble around us, that seemed unlikely for the grief cloud that was hanging.

Grandma told us to go on, without her. Grandma wanted this for me, more than I did. If he is a faithful man, that is what I want for you. She was the boss of the hour. She had bought the dress, since she couldn't have made it, etc. We sat and planned the photo shoot moments, she and Aunt Lorraine and me. I had forgotten until I saw Aunt Lorraine fulfilling everything that Grandma told her to do. Then the tears started. She missed it! Or did she? She was certainly there for every moment of it! Her spirit was keeping the levity in a moment that I would never forget. Auntie and Gram and me had known why it had to go on! She made me know that she was in on the heavenly occasion in a way that couldn't be repeated or erased.

Pastor Tom May stood between the bickering factions of Protestants and Catholics in grief, excellently. He represented truth and Doctrine, which was our common marital desire. Children who might grow up to know what they believe and live in the light of their faith. We thought that was what we wanted and we talked about it all the time. They will not be deceived, we hoped. They will know what God's Word says and not be ignorant Christians, we committed.

Grandma's hope was love and fidelity, something that had eluded her for her life. God comforted her through the preparation of this wedding of another eldest child, as she had been. Ma was eldest and she was eldest and she taught me that I should speak up for myself. Not my strong suit. Not a habit of mine. Whatever, Gram, I usually took her words for granted as the complainings of not having gotten her way. I hope that she was able to attain unto the heavenly home through the miracle of repentance, which is available, even when the church casts you out because of your lifestyle. Heaven is the ultimate reparation of damages that men can do to the soul of a woman. Jesus welcomes us, when men have their way and cast us aside. He was the God of Hagar. He was the God of Sarah.

Repentance is available to all for the cleansing of our sins. I was able to forget, because Aunt Jackie had given us a respite. A happy journey had begun! I did! He did, and here we are 35 years and many children later!

Monday, May 7, 2018

Don't Forget to Cover Your Children!

The moment of graduation from college has reminded me of the importance of the teamwork of family. When you are brooding over the condition of your children, don't just wander in concern, cast your cares onto the only one who can do anything about them. Cover them with prayer and loving intentional direction. No matter how far they go or how close they may be, keep them in your truest concerns before the throne of God. This will give you the peace to go on and the comfort that God has it.

As we celebrate the graduation of Evie, I am washing the blanket that I made for her and remembering all of the prayers that went into that crocheted cloth. I know she felt it. I know that she knew that I was still missing her and loving her, though out of sight. It wasn't colorful and it wasn't the most intricate stitches that I could follow. It was just a simple square of crocheting that gave me strength and not even big enough to cover her whole body, but the warmth was strong and deliberate. I was loving her from afar and my fears were turned into burdens which were lifted at Calvary. I had many questions and God gave me a peace. The Lord covers them, ultimately, far better than any prayer of ours or blanket. But, the blanket is a symbol of that covering that God has given. Halleluia, What a Savior! God bless all of our graduates!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

It would spoil your supper, Not quite heavy enough to be called desert, but in a chocolate crunch...It'll do!

My blended mixture of nondairy pudding lasted in the freezer for the week and it still tastes good. I love it and I am a chocoholic. Maybe it is a breakfast alternative for me to "Cocopuffs". I don't know, right now I just know it is my new favorite creation.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

April showers of blessings the arrival of another baby prince!

Don't you just love how Lady Katherine recouperates so quickly from childbirth. She is adorable and I simply loved the collar of the pretty red dress with little "Peter" in her arms.{I say he is the prince who guards the pearly gates} that is why I call him Peter. He is born a month before my Enoch. The 23rd of April is Pi of the month of showers. It rained like cats and dogs and all of my babies were horribly behaved, seeming that all of their angels had to go see the young prince. I would have gone also. I love him and I haven't even seen him yet. God bless the Royal Family, all! What a blessed woman is Queen Elizabeth to see so many Great Grands and so nice of the boy, not to outshine the wedding to come.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Cauliflower and Oatmeal lend their textures to create my nonfat "chocolate pudding".

1/2 cup cauliflower cooked soft and 1 cup of the water from it's boiling

1/2 cup oats

1/2 cup sugar

2 chocolate baking squares melted

1 tsp vanilla

1 tsp blackstrap molassas

1 package knox added {whisked heavily in} to half of the mixture after blending in the blender cooled

Mix the rest of the ingredients to the knox mixture and refrigerate in plastic containers.
I really like it!

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Aunt Helen gone to Glory!

I did notice the absence of some of the protective and comforting influences. They always leave me, when there is a more pressing family need. I thought, I must be out of the woods, for them to have left so suddenly, without so much as a given reason.The children were out of sorts and calling for accidents by playing precariously close to the strollers and when the stroller fell, as it never really has, I knew. Something is definitely up.

I have seen Mu on cloud duty, many times, but not recently and so Aunt Helen wasn't even in my concern directly. She is always in my heart, in my wonderment that she grew up so well with such sisters? The real Cinderella sister was her beautiful story in my heart. She had a wonderful sweet spirit and I think of her each time I think of my own heartwrenching relationship with Ruth. I decided many times that she must have been protected from them by Mu. She was delightful and an example of submission and consistent beauty. She did come to me with small complaints about her back breaking down and such, but always as a prayer request. She seemed to know that she was in my heart in years past. She got me my first or second job. She gave me wifely advice from time to time and I missed her intently. We can't get to everyone, but I thought she was okay. In her 90's? and she must have been well cared for? I loved her and I planted my hoarded lavender today in honor of her and I hope that they come up well!

That is a story in itself.

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Why do I love you?

Don't brand my babies!
Branding is okay for you old fogies, but don't brand my babies, by reading only the branding books to them!

Friday, March 30, 2018

You Hobbitologists, just get me irked! I am up to Chapter 5 and I am in agreement with Al Stewart---"Time Passages"

Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight!
In other words the working out of these riddles with Gollum has got me down, since I first met him! He makes me quiver and want to give up, when I saw his eery huge eyes depicted in the movie or when I am introduced to him in chapter 5. He makes me say, like Al just let me not have to think about the riddles and be the last one on the train to die. I just want to live long and prosper. Why are there bills of thought to pay? Why are there so many riddles to try to snatch your soul from your body? Everybody meets Gollum. Everybody has a burning question that lives in the darkest night of their soul; The answer to which is life or death to your faith and life. Once you have met him, you can't get away from him. Whether he is responsibility or thinking, I simply don't know.
He is everywhere, maybe because the dark nights of my soul have been long and frequent. Maybe he stands beside the grave and that is the darkness that in view in the chapter.

I know that he is the reason why I put that book down so many times, as a child. I know that he was almost the reason that I didn't finish watching the movie, except that I had my dear Ethan the Hobbit interpreter with me in the darkness of the viewing. I know that I am stopped in the mid-chapter 5 and counting the very moments until I can get away from him and his "Time Passages". I stopped at 30 minutes of the reading and TIME was the very word that I stopped at and I had no idea that that was the riddle's answer, when I stopped there. I am intrigued by his relevance to my experience, but I hate him, just the same. I always have to ask my Hobbitologist friends, does he win in the end? Is there a time after Gollum? Don't worry mother, they always comfort me. I shan't worry and I will perservere in the reading of this essential exercise in perserverance in these...

Time Passages!

Monday, March 26, 2018

The ecstatic joy of soup making!

Veggies and broth and there is something akin to a medicine that is created. It is a dominance over sickness that God has granted to mothers as we pray for healing to the horrors of mucus and sick children.
I had a bag of hot peppers in the freezer, since my eye dilemma. There was a day that I was processing the peppers for storage, when I touched my eye in the middle of a sermon about Joseph and his brothers to my Ezzy, to occupy him in the chore of saving the seeds. I had a view to storing all of the pepper seeds for a crop this year. I only succeeding in nearly blinding myself, not realizing that most of the peppers were of the hot sort. I froze them and dreamed of taking them out to put in a soup one by one. Each time I did, it was sad at the excuses that I gave to myself about how hard it would be to take one frozen pepper off of the bunch. A year or so past and I was determined in this pre-Easter purging to make something of them. I blended them into a soup and made an onion soup out of a little of it.

O drank about 2 bowls swiftly and the heat of the mixture of peppers and onions with just a pinch of ginger,was certainly refreshing to my pallet. I liked it. I drank and then I felt the heat from the inside of my body and it scared me. I stopped. I drank 2 cups of water to try to dilute, what I had put in my body. Every pore in my skin seemed to open up and I wasn't sweating, but I felt like I had sweat out something. It was good tasting, but probably too concentrated.

I think it kept me from catching the sickness that was going around the house. Your dad was sick and Em was sick and I felt this congestion come together in one huge cough and clearing of the throat and that was it.All better, once I had gone to the bathroom and emptied my entire colon.
I gave one teaspoonful to Ezzy and he didn't get any sicker because he complained of aches. I put it in the freezer for medicinal uses.

The Cantada at Grace seemed like the musical form of my soup. It was concentrated and heated and a mixture of genre and spiritually completed a task in my soul that was so similar to what happened in my body from the soup. I was lifted and encouraged on the darkest day of my year. Halleluia, What a Savior!

Thursday, March 22, 2018

May the road rise to meet you and may the heat of your relationship always be greater than a microwave and an oven!

A Prayer of thankful anticipation of great things in life, for the good help my dear eldest son afforded me by cleaning under the microwave!
I was initially annoyed. I was expected to come in and cook with my kitchen discombobulated and my microwave and toasteroven on the same side of the stove! The morning after it wrought a delightful conversation between myself and my son, with observations of his generation the general topic. I chimed in with my observations of wrangling in prayer like Jacob for his children. All of them had a blessing from him and I have committed that all of mine should have the same. I have often meditated and sat at the feet in thought about this great patriarch about how he could have negotiated such humongous favor for his progenitors from God. Tell me the secret, I begged him. He is still telling me about it, every day! I speak in jest, but I use the things that they do and the things that we talk about as the fuel for those prayers, deep within my heart. I hardly have time for anything else. I know that God has the right timing for the future generation to come out and I trust that timing. My heat instruments and my cooking surfaces serve as begging blocks for God to hear me and complete the wonderful recipe that He has started in our family. I trust His mighty and intricate process! Amen.

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.