What an eventful week, for sure!
Tuesday morning, Fern and Jim and Betty arrived bright and early so we could load up and go to Kentucky for a much-needed genealogy trip. It's getting just a little bit harder for us to go - we've all had some physical ailments that limit us.
Betty had been fighting a head cold for the past few days, but was past the contagious phase. She got chilled very easily, so she put on everything she could find in the van to try to keep herself warm - a scarf, three towels, a hat, a pillow, etc...
I told her she looked like Juan Valdez - that guy leading a mule picking coffee beans.
While I was on my way to Kentucky, Kerry was on his way to the foot doctor to have his ugly, blackened toenail looked at. They are probably going to be able to save it, but it requires some TLC - soaking, wrapping, etc.
We spent time with my aunt and uncle, who live in Olive Hill, KY. The whole area is recovering from some pretty horrendous flooding. We were all so worried about them when the flooding hit the national news. They were able to get their cattle up to the top of the hill on one side of the holler. Water came clear across the bottomland into their son's house. Considering the fact that their health hasn't been the best, they did a good job hanging onto what they have.
This is my mom's last living brother. She was the oldest of a family of mostly boys - she had one little sister who died at the age of three. My uncle lives in the house my grandfather built. There are now five generations that have lived on this rich property. Betty and I walked around and took some pictures and she reminisced about the times she played in the trees and splashed in the creek as a young girl with Fern and Jean. She wouldn't dream of stepping into that creek now.
We also admired my aunt's garden. These Kentucky women grow gardens like Jack and the Beanstalk.
This was my last glance at my uncle, going back towards the tobacco barn where my mom taught me to shoot. It tugged at my heart, for you never know when you say goodbye... Well, you know the rest.
We took them to lunch. Betty and I climbed into the back of the van so my aunt and uncle could get in without having to crawl. As we headed to a neighboring town, we ran over a bump that stretched all the way across the road. You truly couldn't see it until you had gone over it. Because I was sitting on the wheel well, I really felt it. I was picked up and slammed as hard as if I had fallen onto the floor. My back immediately began to hurt - my back that has just been perfect since my surgery in December.
I knew something was amiss.
I hurt while working at the temple, and had to leave early to get into the doctor's office. An x-ray showed no breakage, but it looks like I'll have to have an MRI. I'm back to wearing my brace, taking pain meds, and gimping around.
Church was good today, as usual. I was so happy to see some friends from the past again - Rachael Martin and her mother, Linda. Earlier this year, Rachael's little baby had died, and I felt like anything I said over the internet just sounded so lame. She and I talked for quite awhile, for we both knows what it feels like to lose a son. Ours and hers were just a couple of weeks apart.
I received many comments when I honored the military people in Kerry's and my family on Veteran's Day, and I feel it appropriate to do the same thing again. Many have served - a few have died in combat. But, we honor and appreciate them all. Let's begin:
Kerry's dad - Orson - served in WWII in the Navy
My dad - Chester - served in WWII in the Navy - worked with liquid oxygen at Pearl Harbor.
Kerry's brother - Bill - who died in Germany in a Jeep accident at age 19 - 1965 (Kerry was 13 at the time)
Kerry's brother - Steve - who served in Viet Nam
Kerry's brothers - Lt. Col Kelly Lauritzen (Army) and Col. Chris Lauritzen (Air Force)
Kerry's sister - Charm - I believe she was with the National Guard (Charm, correct me if I'm wrong)
Fern's husband - Jim - who served in the Navy
Betty's husband - Pete - who served in the Air Force
Our own children - Harmony and Jordan - both served in the Army
Son Erik - who served in the Army
My mom's brother - Richard (Dick) - he served in the Army. He's the one we just visited this past week.
Another one of my mom's brothers - Thearl - served in WWII.
Dad's brother - Charles - served in WWII.
Will Walker - one of my dad's cousins - served in the Navy.
Edd Walker - father of the boy above and my father's uncle - served in WWI
The WWII Memorial in Manila, Phillipines - one of my mother's cousins is buried there and his name is on the wall.
Thomas Clemens - my dad's nephew and my cousin - served in the Navy.
Vaughn Kent Lauritzen - Kerry's uncle - served in WWII.
Jack Monihan - Kerry's uncle who served in the Navy.
Robert Stephens - my mother's g-grandfather - served in the Civil War.
Dr. Thomas Walker - who led and fought into the area west of the Allegheny Mountains. We believe we may be a shirttail relative.
Mom's g-grandfather - who served in the Civil War.
One of my dad's ancestors.
Corb - my mom's father - registered with the WWI draft, but didn't have to serve.
Richard - my dad's father who registered with the WWI draft, but never had to serve.
I am so grateful for these men and women who faithfully and willing served during times of peace and during times of war. I salute them always. And I will post all of these pictures and many more, as I find them - at least twice a year.
Flag that was flying over the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii when we were there in 2006.
In June, we wish a happy birthday to:
David - son of Kerry's brother, David WHO'S GETTING MARRIED IN JUNE!!!! - June 3
Content - Kerry's sister - June 5
Miss Debbie - our Florida friend - June 10
Justin - son of my sister, Betty - June 16
Marion - wife of Kerry's brother, Kelly - June 17
Melody - dau of Kerry's sister, Content - June 20
Erik! - our SON!!! - June 27
And a happy anniversary to:
Kelly & Marion - Kerry's brother and s-i-l - who have decided on a NEW anniversary, since there is so much stuff going on around their traditional one - June 21
Jean & Earl - my sister and b-i-l - June 25
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Making Waves~~~~~~~~
Kerry and I are old.
After a week of never-ending cold and rain, it finally stopped long enough for us to go out and tackle some of the weeds in our front flower garden. They are always much easier to pull after it rains.
We pulled, tugged, wallowed around trying to get both up and down, grunted, groaned, and generally remembered the scriptures that state that weeds and thorns and thistles are generally here to afflict and torment man. And woman.
Eddie was going crazy. I tied up on a leg of the picnic table where he chewed grass. Soon, I felt something hit me in the back. It was a clod of dirt! He went nuts digging and generally being a dog. It doesn't matter how pedigreed they are, they are still just a dog.
Kerry and I were both sore the next day, but we prepared to get him ready to go on a trip with some of the men from church. For years, they have been going to different places for camping and whitewater rafting. He has never gotten to go, for he always worked on Saturdays. But this year, he's RETIRED!
We assembled food and equipment and he was ready to go. They all went in one van - Spencer Walker and his son, Alex, Glen Keck and his grandson, Hayden, Earnie Mosier and Kerry.
I had the house to myself - again!
Kerry called that evening. The name of the place in Pennsylvania was Ohiopyle. I had him repeat it to me three or four times. Finally, I told him to spell it for me. Ohiopyle? Do a google search - it's on there. I just kept thinking what an insult to Ohio with such a name as that.
Friday, while at the temple, I got a phone call from Kerry. There is a 70-mile trail that some of the others had hiked in different segments. The first seven miles are the worst. He had developed really severe leg cramps after the first several miles (which are ten times what I could have covered!), and he couldn't go on. He couldn't reach the others, they couldn't reach each other, but they all could reach me. And, I could reach them. Good grief. My official assignment at the temple is that of "Coordinator". So, I coordinate at the temple and I coordinate hikes. I got word to the one at base camp, who picked him up a few more miles down the road.
That evening, they all enjoyed steaks and baked potatoes cooked over the fire. Yum-yum!
The next day was whitewater rafting. Now that's where I draw the line. Water and I just don't agree much. I'm even nervous when I rinse my hair. It must have been quite a wild ride, but Kerry said he would do it again - even after falling out twice!
Kerry, Glen Keck and grandson Hayden, Alex Walker and dad Spencer, Earnie Mosier
Kerry is in the second boat, back left.
One of the river guides who kayaked around rescuing people.
I'm not sure what it would take for me to go on one of these trips. Kerry is already talking about next year, when he plans on trekking another part of the trail.
When he arrived home, Eddie went ballistic. There's nothing more boring than a droopy dog. Kerry proceeded to show me his injuries, including his feet. His big toe looked awful. Years ago, when he and Jordan hiked at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico, he came back with the same ugly feet. Both he and Jordan had toenails that had turned black. We got them into the foot doctor, and he told them exactly what had happened. It comes from going downhill and jamming the toenail back into the nail bed. We may be at the doctor's again this week for the same thing. (Remember that, Jordan?)
I forgot to mention that last week at Stake Conference, I had some great reunions with old friends. Two were "kids" that I grew up with - Gretchen Keck and her brother, Steve. (Kelly, these are siblings of Gary). It was SO good to see them and do some catching up.
Another one was David Rogers. When he and his family lived here, he was quite the spunky little red-haired kid. He is now a big red-haired man - and a pediatric ophthamologist. He works for Children's Hospital in Columbus, and takes care of newborns and premies at Riverside - right where baby Justin was born! He does eye exams on these little guys to check for any problems - and probably checked Justin, as well.
Two years ago at this time, I was in Riverside with a bowel obstruction. One of the nurses who took care of me at night was a huge black man that scared me to death the first time I saw him. Oh, my! I was delirious anyway, but I nearly shot into orbit when he came in with all of this ugly medical equipment. But, he had the kindest demeanor and gentle voice. I asked if this work is what he was going to continue to do. He said he was the first in his family to graduate from high school, and was now in college. He would be the first to graduate with an advanced degree. I asked him what he wanted to go into.
Pediatric ophthamology.
David said he is now their chief resident.
I'm telling you, this world gets smaller and smaller.
I'll have more adventures next week, for I'm leaving for Kentucky with my sisters for more genealogy...
Love ya!
Miss P
After a week of never-ending cold and rain, it finally stopped long enough for us to go out and tackle some of the weeds in our front flower garden. They are always much easier to pull after it rains.
We pulled, tugged, wallowed around trying to get both up and down, grunted, groaned, and generally remembered the scriptures that state that weeds and thorns and thistles are generally here to afflict and torment man. And woman.
Eddie was going crazy. I tied up on a leg of the picnic table where he chewed grass. Soon, I felt something hit me in the back. It was a clod of dirt! He went nuts digging and generally being a dog. It doesn't matter how pedigreed they are, they are still just a dog.
Kerry and I were both sore the next day, but we prepared to get him ready to go on a trip with some of the men from church. For years, they have been going to different places for camping and whitewater rafting. He has never gotten to go, for he always worked on Saturdays. But this year, he's RETIRED!
We assembled food and equipment and he was ready to go. They all went in one van - Spencer Walker and his son, Alex, Glen Keck and his grandson, Hayden, Earnie Mosier and Kerry.
I had the house to myself - again!
Kerry called that evening. The name of the place in Pennsylvania was Ohiopyle. I had him repeat it to me three or four times. Finally, I told him to spell it for me. Ohiopyle? Do a google search - it's on there. I just kept thinking what an insult to Ohio with such a name as that.
Friday, while at the temple, I got a phone call from Kerry. There is a 70-mile trail that some of the others had hiked in different segments. The first seven miles are the worst. He had developed really severe leg cramps after the first several miles (which are ten times what I could have covered!), and he couldn't go on. He couldn't reach the others, they couldn't reach each other, but they all could reach me. And, I could reach them. Good grief. My official assignment at the temple is that of "Coordinator". So, I coordinate at the temple and I coordinate hikes. I got word to the one at base camp, who picked him up a few more miles down the road.
That evening, they all enjoyed steaks and baked potatoes cooked over the fire. Yum-yum!
The next day was whitewater rafting. Now that's where I draw the line. Water and I just don't agree much. I'm even nervous when I rinse my hair. It must have been quite a wild ride, but Kerry said he would do it again - even after falling out twice!
Kerry, Glen Keck and grandson Hayden, Alex Walker and dad Spencer, Earnie Mosier
Kerry is in the second boat, back left.
One of the river guides who kayaked around rescuing people.
I'm not sure what it would take for me to go on one of these trips. Kerry is already talking about next year, when he plans on trekking another part of the trail.
When he arrived home, Eddie went ballistic. There's nothing more boring than a droopy dog. Kerry proceeded to show me his injuries, including his feet. His big toe looked awful. Years ago, when he and Jordan hiked at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico, he came back with the same ugly feet. Both he and Jordan had toenails that had turned black. We got them into the foot doctor, and he told them exactly what had happened. It comes from going downhill and jamming the toenail back into the nail bed. We may be at the doctor's again this week for the same thing. (Remember that, Jordan?)
I forgot to mention that last week at Stake Conference, I had some great reunions with old friends. Two were "kids" that I grew up with - Gretchen Keck and her brother, Steve. (Kelly, these are siblings of Gary). It was SO good to see them and do some catching up.
Another one was David Rogers. When he and his family lived here, he was quite the spunky little red-haired kid. He is now a big red-haired man - and a pediatric ophthamologist. He works for Children's Hospital in Columbus, and takes care of newborns and premies at Riverside - right where baby Justin was born! He does eye exams on these little guys to check for any problems - and probably checked Justin, as well.
Two years ago at this time, I was in Riverside with a bowel obstruction. One of the nurses who took care of me at night was a huge black man that scared me to death the first time I saw him. Oh, my! I was delirious anyway, but I nearly shot into orbit when he came in with all of this ugly medical equipment. But, he had the kindest demeanor and gentle voice. I asked if this work is what he was going to continue to do. He said he was the first in his family to graduate from high school, and was now in college. He would be the first to graduate with an advanced degree. I asked him what he wanted to go into.
Pediatric ophthamology.
David said he is now their chief resident.
I'm telling you, this world gets smaller and smaller.
I'll have more adventures next week, for I'm leaving for Kentucky with my sisters for more genealogy...
Love ya!
Miss P
Monday, May 17, 2010
Cold and wet and dreary and a day late!
Oh, I'm so cold! It's been wet and dreary all day, and my bones ache! I've got my laptop on my lap to keep warm...
Kerry and I are having the best time as retired people. Well, at least he retired. I'm just kind of doing what I've always done. We plan our trips so we don't waste gas, we are careful with what we buy - but we've always done that, too. People have asked me if I'm tired of him yet. No, not yet - but the day isn't over yet...
Last week was full of some good activities. Kerry went to Relief Society with me on Tuesday evening. Brother (Doctor) Drake is a cardiologist here in Mansfield, and he specifically spoke on heart disease that evening. When he would mention certain foods or activities we should stay away from, or incorporate into our lives, Kerry would just kind of look at me and smile. For the past few years we've been doing most of those things. We still have some improving to do, but we're trying.
On Thursday, I took Alice Graves to a number of places. She had both of her feet operated on a week earlier - they removed four neuromas (tumors) from one, and repaired severe plantar fasciitis on her other. It had broken off two bone spurs on the heel, and she had been walking on them. The doctor said things were looking quite well - and she has had no pain. Well, she did have a little bit one day, but ibuprofen took it away. I also took her to run some errands, and we celebrated her birthday at Porky's. I used to be jealous because her birthday was before mine. I'm not jealous anymore.
Thursday, we ran to Columbus for a quick trip to my doctor. It has now been two years since I had a bowel obstruction that nearly did me in, and I must be checked every few months. I am so afraid I will have the same thing happen to me again - and it could.
Friday night was a night filled with the good smell of chili. It was our annual chili cookoff at church, plus a dessert auction. It's always great fun.
For some reason, I was absolutely exhausted on Saturday. I had no umph at all. But, we did go to Columbus again (for the third day in a row) for Stake Conference. Oh, it was excellent, as was the meeting at our building on Sunday. I felt uplifted and ready to meet my challenges.
On Sunday evening, I received some sad, sad news. Years ago, we had a family that lived here in Mansfield with the cutest kids. One of the little boys fell on a stick and was blind in his left eye. He was so adorable. He later had a prosthesis in that eye.
On facebook, I received a notice from his mother that he was missing in Montana, and that the whole family needed our prayers. This is what I received Sunday evening:
Marlene Morris Kaufman Stapleton
My precious child, Michael, has returned to our Father in Heaven. A fisherman found Mike's body on a sand bar in the river near his home in Whitehall, MT. today. I am so thankful we have been blessed with Michael's sweet spirit for almost 42 years. He would be 42, June 8. I am so grateful we always, freely expressed our love for each other each ... See Moretime we spoke by phone or in person. He truly lived for his four children, Kori, Kaleb, Kaiden, and Kolbe and had a love for them like no other. Please continue to keep his children and my other children in your prayers. Bill, Jr., Malena, and Adrienne are also devastated. Thank all of you for your love, prayers, fasting, concern, and friendship.
As a mother, my heart goes out to her. I know exactly how she feels.
Love to y'all...
Miss P
Kerry and I are having the best time as retired people. Well, at least he retired. I'm just kind of doing what I've always done. We plan our trips so we don't waste gas, we are careful with what we buy - but we've always done that, too. People have asked me if I'm tired of him yet. No, not yet - but the day isn't over yet...
Last week was full of some good activities. Kerry went to Relief Society with me on Tuesday evening. Brother (Doctor) Drake is a cardiologist here in Mansfield, and he specifically spoke on heart disease that evening. When he would mention certain foods or activities we should stay away from, or incorporate into our lives, Kerry would just kind of look at me and smile. For the past few years we've been doing most of those things. We still have some improving to do, but we're trying.
On Thursday, I took Alice Graves to a number of places. She had both of her feet operated on a week earlier - they removed four neuromas (tumors) from one, and repaired severe plantar fasciitis on her other. It had broken off two bone spurs on the heel, and she had been walking on them. The doctor said things were looking quite well - and she has had no pain. Well, she did have a little bit one day, but ibuprofen took it away. I also took her to run some errands, and we celebrated her birthday at Porky's. I used to be jealous because her birthday was before mine. I'm not jealous anymore.
Thursday, we ran to Columbus for a quick trip to my doctor. It has now been two years since I had a bowel obstruction that nearly did me in, and I must be checked every few months. I am so afraid I will have the same thing happen to me again - and it could.
Friday night was a night filled with the good smell of chili. It was our annual chili cookoff at church, plus a dessert auction. It's always great fun.
For some reason, I was absolutely exhausted on Saturday. I had no umph at all. But, we did go to Columbus again (for the third day in a row) for Stake Conference. Oh, it was excellent, as was the meeting at our building on Sunday. I felt uplifted and ready to meet my challenges.
On Sunday evening, I received some sad, sad news. Years ago, we had a family that lived here in Mansfield with the cutest kids. One of the little boys fell on a stick and was blind in his left eye. He was so adorable. He later had a prosthesis in that eye.
On facebook, I received a notice from his mother that he was missing in Montana, and that the whole family needed our prayers. This is what I received Sunday evening:
Marlene Morris Kaufman Stapleton
My precious child, Michael, has returned to our Father in Heaven. A fisherman found Mike's body on a sand bar in the river near his home in Whitehall, MT. today. I am so thankful we have been blessed with Michael's sweet spirit for almost 42 years. He would be 42, June 8. I am so grateful we always, freely expressed our love for each other each ... See Moretime we spoke by phone or in person. He truly lived for his four children, Kori, Kaleb, Kaiden, and Kolbe and had a love for them like no other. Please continue to keep his children and my other children in your prayers. Bill, Jr., Malena, and Adrienne are also devastated. Thank all of you for your love, prayers, fasting, concern, and friendship.
As a mother, my heart goes out to her. I know exactly how she feels.
Love to y'all...
Miss P
Sunday, May 9, 2010
It's all about family...
When you come right down to it, it really is all about family. And, that's exactly what our week has been filled with.
Even though we've been freezing to death and fighting allergies all week, we have had some marvelous experiences with our family. Let me share...
On Tuesday, we traveled to Washington Court House (that's the name of the town) where Jordan and Melissa live. Even though little Justin's birthday had been April 24, circumstances prevented the celebration until this week. He's just the cutest little boy - a real charmer. Melissa went all out to make it a special day - there were grilled hamburgers and hot dogs (it doesn't get any better than that!), potato salad, chips, cake and drinks.
Jordan's funny. He warned me that one of his friends would be arriving to help him work on his car. He said that he was coming up from Kentucky, that he was PURE Kentucky, and that he might be a bit much for me. I told him there wasn't anyone from Kentucky yet that I couldn't handle. This guy arrived, and the moment he walked in the door, we hit it off. Oh, yes - he was pure Kentucky - a good ol' boy. Who knows? I'm probably related to him.
Because of gas prices, Kerry and I are combining as many errands as we can into just a couple of days each week. On Thursday, I had to have a LOT of blood drawn. (They are checking me for quite a few vitamin deficiencies. I have lost nearly all of my hair.) I just didn't feel really good after that blood draw, so our errands were cut a bit short. I'm so grateful Kerry is an understanding soul when it comes to my having to take things slow.
Friday evening, our ward sponsored a wonderful art and dessert show that centered around the theme "Love At Home". It was just amazing - there were such beautiful items there. As we sit and worship side by side each week, we just never know what talents we each possess. This is what I displayed:
It's a quilt that has sleeves to insert pictures. My family fills those slots.
Kerry and I had a wonderful day at the temple Friday and readied ourselves for another eventful day on Saturday - the baptism of Justin's wife, Erin. She is Betty's daughter-in-law. The whole family was invited to this baptism.
It's interesting how things happen. For a number of years, Justin had not been quite as active at church. Yesterday, his bishop told me that he was making some phone calls and was trying to get in touch with Betty. He reached Justin instead. After talking to him for awhile, he invited him to play basketball with some of the men from the church. Justin went. He kept going.
Soon, Erin became interested. She is an emergency room physician, and is not the type of person to just get caught up in something. She carefully studies things out and doesn't rush in - eventually making the final decision herself. This is what she did concerning her membership in the church.
Her baptism was one of the most beautiful ones I have ever attended - and I attend lots of them. There were well over sixty people in attendance! Her parents were able to be there from Toledo, too. Justin had asked Kerry if he would be one of the speakers and if I would do the music. Of course! We wouldn't even consider not being there. Justin humbly baptized his wife, and their joy was so full.
After lots of good cake and a gathering time following the baptism, the missionaries joined us family members at Justin's for a cookout. We left after dinner, our hearts and our minds and our bellies full.
They received a beautiful statue of the Christus, just like the one they saw in Salt Lake City when they went skiing there this winter.
When we arrived home, we saw a box waiting to be opened at our front door. We quickly tore into it, and were thrilled to see a box from a place called Shari's berries. I'd never heard of them until Rush Limbaugh promoted them. www.berries.com
I have never seen berries this big! They were the size of small lemons. They were strawberries covered in all different kinds of chocolates and confectionaries. Oh, my goodness! Thank you, Erik!!!
I am a lucky person indeed. All of my children have made contact with me during this Mother's Day weekend. The only one missing is Mr. Peter - but I'll just bet he might be thinking of me, too.
Now today, I am thinking of some mothers that have meant a lot to me. First and foremost is my own mother, Ida.
Mom was good. Mom was fun. She had eyes that could see around corners and arms that could stretch the length of our yard. I only had her 29 years, so I was cheated a bit more than my sisters. I miss her dearly.
I honor my mother-in-law, Shirley. I am constantly amazed at how she raised eleven different children with all of their different personalities. She taught me quite a bit during the years I got to know her. She raised the man I love. I miss her dearly.
Both of these women were good and faithful women that set wonderful examples for me. I don't know if I will ever be remembered like these women are.
Being born when my sisters were practically grown, they also "mothered" me. Sometimes I resisted it, sometimes I needed to recognize the fact that they had much to offer me. They are all good women.
No, we are not worshipping Jean. Maybe in her eyes...
Ida and her girls in West Virginia. Betty, Mom, Fern, Jean. Betty would be 16 years old when I was born.
Mother's Day has always been a bit hard for me. I guess I was always measuring myself against all of these other wonderful mothers that I seemed to be surrounded by. Motherhood was difficult for me, as I was the youngest and wasn't allowed to babysit much. I guess I did the best I knew how to do. And, I certainly wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't had the opportunity to be a mom.
And, what an irony that the one Sunday I dread is the one I was asked to write about in the newspaper today: http://www.mansfieldnewsjournal.com/article/20100509/OPINION02/5090334/Opinion-Shapers-Mother-taught-values-by-example?GID=7Qu46oNY9vZaAlMeEOp3oqbyL16xti1Um518259M7SU%3D
Now we go into yet another beautiful spring week. It was 26 years ago today that Kerry and a very pregnant ME came out to this house for a walk-through. We were growing out of our other house, Kerry had seen this house on the back of one of those realty booklets you see in banks, stores, etc. He saw one while delivering mail at a bank. He just felt we should come and look at it. I was pregnant. Jordan had been in and out of the hospital. My mother was dying. I was worn out.
When we walked in on Mother's Day Sunday, the realtor had all of the windows open. A big lilac tree was in full bloom and the fragrance was wafting through the house. I drooled.
The house had been foreclosed on two years earlier, and no one had looked at it since. When we expressed an interest, there were seven others lined up behind us. We bid. We got it. And, it was where we raised our family. It's home. And, I am so, so grateful for it.
Home, sweet home.
Happy Mother's Day to y'all...
Miss P
PS - Congratulations to Bryce and Chareen (son and d-i-l of Kerry's brother, Steve)for getting their first house, and for his getting his Masters in Special Education!!!
Even though we've been freezing to death and fighting allergies all week, we have had some marvelous experiences with our family. Let me share...
On Tuesday, we traveled to Washington Court House (that's the name of the town) where Jordan and Melissa live. Even though little Justin's birthday had been April 24, circumstances prevented the celebration until this week. He's just the cutest little boy - a real charmer. Melissa went all out to make it a special day - there were grilled hamburgers and hot dogs (it doesn't get any better than that!), potato salad, chips, cake and drinks.
Jordan's funny. He warned me that one of his friends would be arriving to help him work on his car. He said that he was coming up from Kentucky, that he was PURE Kentucky, and that he might be a bit much for me. I told him there wasn't anyone from Kentucky yet that I couldn't handle. This guy arrived, and the moment he walked in the door, we hit it off. Oh, yes - he was pure Kentucky - a good ol' boy. Who knows? I'm probably related to him.
Because of gas prices, Kerry and I are combining as many errands as we can into just a couple of days each week. On Thursday, I had to have a LOT of blood drawn. (They are checking me for quite a few vitamin deficiencies. I have lost nearly all of my hair.) I just didn't feel really good after that blood draw, so our errands were cut a bit short. I'm so grateful Kerry is an understanding soul when it comes to my having to take things slow.
Friday evening, our ward sponsored a wonderful art and dessert show that centered around the theme "Love At Home". It was just amazing - there were such beautiful items there. As we sit and worship side by side each week, we just never know what talents we each possess. This is what I displayed:
It's a quilt that has sleeves to insert pictures. My family fills those slots.
Kerry and I had a wonderful day at the temple Friday and readied ourselves for another eventful day on Saturday - the baptism of Justin's wife, Erin. She is Betty's daughter-in-law. The whole family was invited to this baptism.
It's interesting how things happen. For a number of years, Justin had not been quite as active at church. Yesterday, his bishop told me that he was making some phone calls and was trying to get in touch with Betty. He reached Justin instead. After talking to him for awhile, he invited him to play basketball with some of the men from the church. Justin went. He kept going.
Soon, Erin became interested. She is an emergency room physician, and is not the type of person to just get caught up in something. She carefully studies things out and doesn't rush in - eventually making the final decision herself. This is what she did concerning her membership in the church.
Her baptism was one of the most beautiful ones I have ever attended - and I attend lots of them. There were well over sixty people in attendance! Her parents were able to be there from Toledo, too. Justin had asked Kerry if he would be one of the speakers and if I would do the music. Of course! We wouldn't even consider not being there. Justin humbly baptized his wife, and their joy was so full.
After lots of good cake and a gathering time following the baptism, the missionaries joined us family members at Justin's for a cookout. We left after dinner, our hearts and our minds and our bellies full.
They received a beautiful statue of the Christus, just like the one they saw in Salt Lake City when they went skiing there this winter.
When we arrived home, we saw a box waiting to be opened at our front door. We quickly tore into it, and were thrilled to see a box from a place called Shari's berries. I'd never heard of them until Rush Limbaugh promoted them. www.berries.com
I have never seen berries this big! They were the size of small lemons. They were strawberries covered in all different kinds of chocolates and confectionaries. Oh, my goodness! Thank you, Erik!!!
I am a lucky person indeed. All of my children have made contact with me during this Mother's Day weekend. The only one missing is Mr. Peter - but I'll just bet he might be thinking of me, too.
Now today, I am thinking of some mothers that have meant a lot to me. First and foremost is my own mother, Ida.
Mom was good. Mom was fun. She had eyes that could see around corners and arms that could stretch the length of our yard. I only had her 29 years, so I was cheated a bit more than my sisters. I miss her dearly.
I honor my mother-in-law, Shirley. I am constantly amazed at how she raised eleven different children with all of their different personalities. She taught me quite a bit during the years I got to know her. She raised the man I love. I miss her dearly.
Both of these women were good and faithful women that set wonderful examples for me. I don't know if I will ever be remembered like these women are.
Being born when my sisters were practically grown, they also "mothered" me. Sometimes I resisted it, sometimes I needed to recognize the fact that they had much to offer me. They are all good women.
No, we are not worshipping Jean. Maybe in her eyes...
Ida and her girls in West Virginia. Betty, Mom, Fern, Jean. Betty would be 16 years old when I was born.
Mother's Day has always been a bit hard for me. I guess I was always measuring myself against all of these other wonderful mothers that I seemed to be surrounded by. Motherhood was difficult for me, as I was the youngest and wasn't allowed to babysit much. I guess I did the best I knew how to do. And, I certainly wouldn't be the person I am today if I hadn't had the opportunity to be a mom.
And, what an irony that the one Sunday I dread is the one I was asked to write about in the newspaper today: http://www.mansfieldnewsjournal.com/article/20100509/OPINION02/5090334/Opinion-Shapers-Mother-taught-values-by-example?GID=7Qu46oNY9vZaAlMeEOp3oqbyL16xti1Um518259M7SU%3D
Now we go into yet another beautiful spring week. It was 26 years ago today that Kerry and a very pregnant ME came out to this house for a walk-through. We were growing out of our other house, Kerry had seen this house on the back of one of those realty booklets you see in banks, stores, etc. He saw one while delivering mail at a bank. He just felt we should come and look at it. I was pregnant. Jordan had been in and out of the hospital. My mother was dying. I was worn out.
When we walked in on Mother's Day Sunday, the realtor had all of the windows open. A big lilac tree was in full bloom and the fragrance was wafting through the house. I drooled.
The house had been foreclosed on two years earlier, and no one had looked at it since. When we expressed an interest, there were seven others lined up behind us. We bid. We got it. And, it was where we raised our family. It's home. And, I am so, so grateful for it.
Home, sweet home.
Happy Mother's Day to y'all...
Miss P
PS - Congratulations to Bryce and Chareen (son and d-i-l of Kerry's brother, Steve)for getting their first house, and for his getting his Masters in Special Education!!!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Popcorn popping!
I looked out the window and what did I see? Popcorn popping...
Oh, the blossoms are so beautiful! They are just lingering on and on, and their splendor takes my breath away.
And, I do mean they take my breath away.
I have developed allergies. At first, I thought I was getting sick. My throat was sore, my eyes were watery, and I had a feeling of general malaise. I didn't feel sick, I just didn't feel good. I called the doctor a couple of times, but they assured me if I didn't have a fever, there wasn't really anything to be done.
When I worked at the temple on Friday, people were concerned about my really deep throat - but I assured them I really wasn't sick. Amazingly, a Zyrtec made me feel quite a bit better.
Kerry and I are still enjoying being with each other. Throughout his post office career, he rarely had a weekend off - only every six weeks. It made it difficult when the kids had activities and sports on Saturdays. I juggled myself around to as many places as I could. He had a rotating day off each week, and we would usually go out for lunch, as it was cheaper. We used that as our weekly "date".
Now, I'm glad that it worked out that way. Upon being empty nesters and retirement, we are not strangers. As important as it was to focus on our children and their lives, it was even more important to focus on our own relationship. We thoroughly enjoy each other.
I appreciate those of you who sent kind words to us as we buried Mr. Peter last week. I believe I may have mentioned that a few of his friends also gathered in Florida last week to celebrate the 31st anniversary of his birth. They had dinner at one of his favorite restaurants and shared some memories of Peter. That really touched me. I will never forget the kindnesses that others have done for me.
I guess I don't have much to say this week. I just wish that many of you could see just how beautiful Ohio is in the springtime. The green that comes through at this time of year is just not repeated again until next year. It truly takes my breath away.
Truly.
Love to y'all...
Miss P
Oh, the blossoms are so beautiful! They are just lingering on and on, and their splendor takes my breath away.
And, I do mean they take my breath away.
I have developed allergies. At first, I thought I was getting sick. My throat was sore, my eyes were watery, and I had a feeling of general malaise. I didn't feel sick, I just didn't feel good. I called the doctor a couple of times, but they assured me if I didn't have a fever, there wasn't really anything to be done.
When I worked at the temple on Friday, people were concerned about my really deep throat - but I assured them I really wasn't sick. Amazingly, a Zyrtec made me feel quite a bit better.
Kerry and I are still enjoying being with each other. Throughout his post office career, he rarely had a weekend off - only every six weeks. It made it difficult when the kids had activities and sports on Saturdays. I juggled myself around to as many places as I could. He had a rotating day off each week, and we would usually go out for lunch, as it was cheaper. We used that as our weekly "date".
Now, I'm glad that it worked out that way. Upon being empty nesters and retirement, we are not strangers. As important as it was to focus on our children and their lives, it was even more important to focus on our own relationship. We thoroughly enjoy each other.
I appreciate those of you who sent kind words to us as we buried Mr. Peter last week. I believe I may have mentioned that a few of his friends also gathered in Florida last week to celebrate the 31st anniversary of his birth. They had dinner at one of his favorite restaurants and shared some memories of Peter. That really touched me. I will never forget the kindnesses that others have done for me.
I guess I don't have much to say this week. I just wish that many of you could see just how beautiful Ohio is in the springtime. The green that comes through at this time of year is just not repeated again until next year. It truly takes my breath away.
Truly.
Love to y'all...
Miss P
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