Tuesday, September 30, 2008
In some ways it is a complicated story, and in other ways it is quite simple. During the summer of 1979, my neighbor's cousin came to visit him. The cousin and I became friends. We played Frisbee under the street lamps, hide and seek in the cornfield, and one summer night in late August he gave me my first kiss. I was fifteen. Young romances seldom pass the test of time and soon we were no longer a couple. We did, however, remain friends. During the course of time this friend of mine needed a place to live and my parents agreed to become his legal guardians. (Complicated part.) Sometime between my parents becoming legal guardians and my junior year of high school, this friend again became more than just a friend.
Much of the spring of 1981 is still a blur. I know I cried a lot and worried about what would happen to me, to us, and to our baby. I was certain I could not abort my child, I had seen pictures of what happened to tiny unborn babies, but when someone I trusted asked me if I wanted to do that, I momentarily wondered if that was really a solution... It is a frightening thought because I realized how easily a young girl could be convinced that aborting her child is the answer. I thank God that He had given me an answer to that question years before. I considered adoption. There was even a couple at our church who told my father they would take our baby. The tears flowed and my heart broke every time I even tried to consider it. In the end, my father ended up signing for both of us to get married. James' sister took us to New Mexico about a week or so later and in late September we became the parents of a beautiful baby boy. We were both seventeen. There have been hard times, yes, but being together and having our family together is something I wouldn't trade for all the world. I'm so glad we were given the chance. Sometimes it's hard to believe the two little people on the lid of the music box are really us, they look so sad. But we aren't there anymore. God has taken us beyond and given us life and hope and for this I thank and praise Him.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
I should be ashamed for complaining about having to do the same jobs over and over every day... I should be... But somehow I haven't yet learned not to huff and grump about that pile of dishes that appears in my sink and on my counter several times each day, or the dust film that so quickly materializes on the furniture. I haven't yet learned how to face daily recurrent chores with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I'm more likely to let out a rather loud groan. Maybe one day I will learn the secret of the bee and just buzz through my day without any other care than to collect pollen on my feet.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I love you. Love, Mom
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I gathered my supplies; cane, pegs, a skinny screwdriver and a big bowl of water to soak the cane in (one piece at a time). Later on I had to go searching for a spray bottle too to moisten the cane already on the chair.
The first step is figuring out where to start and then the cane is strung back and forth, side to side, and back and forth, each layer on top of the other. The final side to side layer is woven up and down so that the seat is knit together.
If there are too many pegs holding the loose ends, I turn the chair over and tie a few knots.
This is what the seat looked like when I went to bed last night. I'm still weaving the last side to side step, and doing a little straightening as I go. Often, once I get the square part of the seat finished, my husband takes over and finishes the rest of the chair, the diagonal weaving that makes the little hexagon shapes in the seat. I learned how to cane from him about 20 years ago when he would occasionally do a chair for the Webster Furniture Strippers. It was a way to make a little extra money when we were young and just starting out. He learned from an "older" friend (he was probably our age...) at church. This isn't something we do often but every once in a while we get the opportunity and it is kind of fun.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I was sitting out in my rocking chair yesterday afternoon, looking at my new book, when I noticed a Fedex truck driving down the orchard road. A curious sight... Aside from people picking apples and lots of trees, there is not much back there. I looked at James and wondered out loud why a Fedex truck would be driving back into the orchard. I'll probably never know.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Yesterday morning brought a smile to my face. I stepped out the back door on my way to the barn and was greeted by a song in the air. The Mexican workers are picking apples across the street and listening to their music. This is a part of living in apple country that is familiar only to those who live surrounded by apple trees. For the most part it is enjoyable, but there are days when the beat of the music is far off and the only thing audible is rhythmic thumping. There usually comes a day when I must escape the monotony of the beat, but for now it is still putting a smile on my face and making me wish for apples and a walk down the dirt road.
Rachel drove out yesterday and we went to the little restaurant uptown for lunch. Bethany was working and Josh was with his other grandma so I took advantage of the opportunity. Rachel had a BLT and I ordered the Dutch Lettuce which I have come to enjoy very much. It is somewhat similar to German Potato Salad but has pieces of iceberg lettuce stirred in. On our way out of the restaurant I bought a chunk of fudge. I dropped it into my purse to tie Troy into the car seat and then totally forgot about it. I was supposed to share it with my sister. (Sorry, Rachel, I owe you one.)
Back at my house we decided to take a short walk. At the rock wall we smelled a rather strong "skunky" odor, but didn't happen to see the source. Good thing! I asked Troy to show me how he plugs his nose... Eeeewww! This was not quite what I had anticipated.
Today the temperatures are slightly cooler. The apple harvest continues and every once in a while the sound of music drifts across the trees. We hear the pickers calling back and forth to each other. Sometimes they sing, sometimes they laugh. Sometimes they are share a secret joke that we cannot understand. Without them the farmers would be hard pressed to get the harvest in. Without them the orchards would be strangely silent and lonesome.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
On Saturday afternoon Ben, Hannah, and I headed down to the park once more. Our local homeschool group was having a kick-off picnic and they wanted to go. Some faces there were old familiar friends and others were perfect strangers. Fourteen years ago I was a founding member of this group where I am now a "newcomer". I chatted with some of the moms and listened to conversations between others. I fielded questions... "Are you new to the group?" "How long have you been homeschooling?" "How old are your children?" It is the academic conversations that leave me feeling empty. I don't fear so much for my children in the area of knowledge acquired or whether they can hold down a job and raise a family. My fear is in being inadequate when it comes to answering the questions of fellow parents. For us "real life" disrupts book work more often than not. I find that I must lean more on my Savior and not so much on my own ability to always provide everything my children need to have or know. Keeping my children at home will not "save" them or even guarantee that will be model citizens. I must fall on my knees daily and continually put each child back into the hand of God. I must learn to trust Him and His unending love.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. List 6 random facts about yourself
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post
5. Let each person know they've been tagged by commenting on their blog
6. Let the tagger know the entry is posted on your blog
1. I like lists, therefore I keep playing these silly games and listing random "Martha Facts".
2. I rarely post the rules, follow the rules, or tag other people. In real life games of tag I couldn't run fast enough to catch anyone and I don't see why it should be any different here. (We'll see how it goes this time.)
3. My vacuum cleaner does not have a home, so it usually hangs around in the dining room with its cord strewn about the floor. In my old house it had a closet to live in but seldom went there because I used it so often.
4. I have way too many flat surfaces in my home. I know this because where ever there is a flat surface books, papers, magazines, pens, pencils, toys and other random articles start to accumulate. I no longer have anywhere to put my random articles as every surface is covered. (Okay, I am exaggerating just slightly. The coffee tables are still bare.)
5. I am not very diligent to fold my clothes as soon as the dryer stops running. Sometimes clean clothing is left in there for several days. We have been know to wear wrinkled clothes.
6. I am very good at starting projects and leaving them unfinished for years before ever getting around to looking at them again. Somewhere I have a needlepoint craft that I started when David was a baby. He is now almost 25.
I tag Nathan, Josiah, Bethany, Jim, Tori (or Johnny), and Mandy
Monday, September 08, 2008
On our way home we walked along the rock wall by the woods. James was looking up at the trees in the woods and I was looking at the hedgerow when all of a sudden I stepped right into a hole. My foot went down until the ground came right up to my knee. "Ugh," I said as I fell on the ground. I was blessed to have my foot go straight into the hole rather than entering at an angle. Other than some bruising and a little stiffness, I am not hurt at all. James was pleased that he did not have to carry me back up the hill and all the way home. I know I could have easily broken my foot or been injured in a way that would have made walking difficult. I may walk with a slight limp when I get out of bed tomorrow morning, but I think I will be okay.
On our way back across the street, our neighbor called out to James. He has just been dismantling his very old swimming pool and wondered if we needed any sand. He looked quite surprised when James said yes. I guess the boys will be hard at work tomorrow filling Grandpa's trailer with sand so we can finish our new walkway.
We had our picture taken with Pastor and his wife...
and took a few pictures of friends and their families...
We attended the Bible Baptist Church in Sodus for twelve years, made many friends, learned much, and grieved when God moved us on to another fellowship. I treasure the memories and love meeting up with the people we came to know and love. Many of us have moved on and so these moments are becoming few. One day we will all move on and meet together again for that Great Reunion Supper on the Other Side. I'm looking forward to it and hoping to meet you all there too.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Kathy, we miss you here and hope you, Mike, and William will come visit someday soon. We love your green chile enchiladas and miss your presence at the local barber shop. We aren't quite sure where to go for a haircut anymore. But, we blessed to know that you are with people who love you, and that you are in God's hand. I hope you had an awesome birthday!
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
While our family was growing up, I took for granted all those days when everyone was in one place. There was noise and activity constantly and I often sought to find a quiet moment alone. They were few and far between. Now times of stillness are many and I look forward to the rare days when I am priviledged to watch my children interact. Last night we were missing Bethany's husband, Adam, who was attending a class for work. We took a group shot anyway because it is doubtful that they will all be in one spot again before Christmas. Maybe we can paste Adam in later.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Thank you, Tori, for the song you blessed us with so many years ago. It has returned to my heart many times throughout the years.
Plenty of Time McLean
I got up one Sunday morning, went to church at ten
I listened to the words I'd heard time and time again
The preacher spoke of sinful eyes It seemed he spoke of mine
But I was young I had plenty of time
Plenty of time to decide where I'm bound
To eternal darkness or to a heavenly crown
I'm just a young man Not yet in my prime
So I'll just wait I've got plenty of time
You know as I was traveling down life's highway
Living just the way I wanted to live
I was out to beat the other guy
And to try to get whatever life could give,
Making money isn't sinful
And having fun is not a crime
I thought I'd wait, I had plenty of time .
Before I knew what had happened, life seemed to have passed away
And millions stood before God's throne for it was Judgment Day,
Now eternal darkness blackens and the name he calls is mine,
But I had thought that I had plenty of time.
Eternity waits I've got plenty of time
to think of all the days Christ could have been in mine
My chance is over, Life's days are left behind
And here am I, I've got plenty of time
Now I've got nothing, but plenty of time
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
This is a heron that greeted us when we returned home from the fair last Friday. I haven't seen it since. They are fairly common and yet elusive at the same time.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Heather, you are not losing it. I put this post back in my draft folder last night.