I don’t even remember her name. Her mother, Mrs. Jeaudon (called by her first name), was the cook and household helper for Dr. and Mrs. Turner. Mr. Jeaudon (called by his first name) took care of the yard work around their house. Read the rest of this entry »
In 1950 we moved from Southern California to the Deep South. I was 7 ½. This haiku and poem capture my night-time introduction to our new rural community. We’re about 15 miles outside Savannah, Georgia.
moss-laden oaks loom
magenta azaleas blaze
deep south path through woods
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Late summer, 1950
It’s past midnight
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Dear Dad,
It’s African American History Month, and I’ve been thinking about our family history in the Deep South during the 1950s. We moved there from Southern California in the early 1950s. Total culture shock for me. I wonder what it was like for you.
I never knew you as anything but my father the ordained clergyman. Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Mom,
An old photo and a poem–just for you. I think Dad took the photo. It’s one of my favorites. It’s August 23, 1944. I’m 9 months old, and you’re 23. You look beautiful and happy. Probably because Dad was home for a one-day visit before going back to the TB sanatorium. Read the rest of this entry »
An Amy Carmichael poem for Valentine’s Day–with brief comments from me, especially for you! Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Diane,
I’ve been thinking about you all day. Missing you and grateful you’re at rest. Following your death in 2006, David and I flew to Houston, rented a car, and came to the funeral home for your viewing, the evening before your funeral service. Read the rest of this entry »
Here’s a meditation on one of my favorite Psalms, only 3 verses long, and one of my everyday challenges as a blogger.
Psalm 131, Today’s English Version
Lord, I have given up my pride
And turned away from my arrogance.
I am not concerned with great matters
Or with subjects too difficult for me.
Instead, I am content and at peace.
As a child lies quietly in its mother’s arms,
So my heart is quiet within me.
Israel, trust in the Lord
Now and forever!
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Back to my INFJ letters, and David’s shocking discovery that there are MORE like me out there! No wonder we’ve had to work hard to get along.
People with my personality profile are sometimes called ‘The Counsellor.’ People like David, ‘The Inspector.’ Need I say more?
Actually, I do. Read the rest of this entry »
