Skipping and Dancing

This photo triggered a memory that included my Uncle Waldo and Aunt Leta. Uncle Waldo is the youngest and last remaining sibling in my father’s family.
He sent me this photo of his granddaughters Read the rest of this entry »

This photo triggered a memory that included my Uncle Waldo and Aunt Leta. Uncle Waldo is the youngest and last remaining sibling in my father’s family.
He sent me this photo of his granddaughters Read the rest of this entry »

It’s summer 1972. We’re still on our road trip from South Carolina to the West Coast and back, one year before we leave the Bible College.
The photo above shows Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah. Our son seems to think Read the rest of this entry »

Seminary Land, 1990s. My faculty colleagues and I have been summoned to a meeting with the chair of the seminary board.
Recently we sent him a letter about a decision that will affect all of us. He didn’t appreciate our letter. Read the rest of this entry »
Castle Fraser — Front drive leading to formal entrance under the arch.
Dear Dad,
The 102nd anniversary of your birth came and went last week. For the first time since you died in 2010, it didn’t trigger a downward spiral in me. Read the rest of this entry »
At The Sky Hook Motel in Mitchell, Oregon, there was part of a Scripture verse in a picture frame on the wall. It brought to mind a memory.
Isaiah 49:16b
“…I have engraved you on the palms of my hands….”
Back to summer 1972 and our trip across the states to the West Coast! We’re in Texas, visiting Diane (Sister #3) and her husband Clay who took the photo above. Diane just appeared from the kitchen with a surprise birthday cake! Our son’s 4th birthday.
Things I love about this photo? The looks on our children’s faces. Diane looks strong, healthy and pregnant. Our two are wearing jump suits (all the rage) made by me. And D is wearing his lovely hair and stylish red moustache. Also in style: wire-rim (not plastic!) eyeglasses.
Here’s our son showing off his first dress shirt and tie–a gift from Diane and Clay. The stethoscope is also a gift from them. Notice the neat arrangement Read the rest of this entry »
white sand gleams pure
buttressed boulders stand watch
trees aren’t telling
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Hilton Head Island, 1972, on the Atlantic Ocean side of the island. Thanks to the good graces of the owners, Read the rest of this entry »
It’s January 2010, already past my bedtime. A friend is driving D and me to visit the old Cairo bazaar. Vehicles and people fill the streets and sidewalks, including families enjoying the cool night air. Read the rest of this entry »
When I was young, I became addicted to at least two ‘parlor’ games. They may not have been the greatest games going, but neither was on my father’s list of R-rated games. Besides, Read the rest of this entry »