Friday, December 27, 2024
Friday Foodie ~ Christmas Breakfast
Tuesday, October 10, 2023
25 Years

And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile

Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun

Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day

Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay

And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best

Tuesday, October 3, 2023
65 Years
I'm so glad they loved each other...
And their kids...

And they were thrilled to become grandparents!



We never had to wonder if Dad was going to take his paycheck and spend it before he made it home. Or if Mom was going to disappear while we were all at school.


No, our home wasn't perfect, but it was a safe place. Filled with laughter and some tough times, but through it all, we loved each other.


I'm so thankful for my wonderful parents!

Monday, May 15, 2023
The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
Angels guard its strength and grace.
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Power may with beauty flow,
Mothers first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow—
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky—
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
Repost: Flip Your Change, Dad
I don't remember exactly how or when it started, but Dad had a little
game that he played with Rod and me. We were young teenagers without
jobs or cars. Dad came home one Friday night with a bunch of change in
his pocket. I asked if I could have it. Of course Rod wanted it, too.
"Flip your change, Dad."
This became a Friday evening tradition. Dad in his chair. Rod and me on the floor at his feet. Heads or tails. Mine or yours. Much groaning and gloating ensued depending on which way the coin landed. But there was also laughter, so much laughter as the three of us watched each penny, nickle, dime and quarter land on the floor.
"Flip your change, Dad."
I'm the only one remaining in our family who was part of that tradition. I don't know who got the most money each week. And it really didn't matter. That was just a small part of what was happening. We were making memories that lasted. The bond we shared over a couple dollars in change is one that I think about often.
"Flip your change, Dad."
I wonder as his work week was winding down, did he start collecting a
little extra change so he'd have more to flip? He never ended the week
without change. It was a fun time for Rod and me, but I think it was
just as much fun for Dad. We were at the age where many kids start
pulling away from their parents, but our relationship grew stronger in
those moments over a few coins being flipped in the air.
"Flip your change, Dad."
Never think that if you can't offer a grand gesture, you shouldn't do
anything at all. Small things are building blocks in any relationship.
"Flip your change, Dad."
Sunday, September 12, 2021
Grandparents Day
Grandparents Day has brought a new emotion this year. It started with a text I received about a month ago from my niece, Lauren:
Monday, May 10, 2021
Woman of the Week ~ A Mother in Israel
Monday, January 11, 2021
32 Flavors
As far back as I can remember, Mom was a talented baker. Cookies, brownies, cakes, donuts. She learned to decorate cakes, so we had beautiful birthday cakes and she even made all of us kids' wedding cakes. At Christmas time she pulled out all the stops and made several kinds of candy. Teachers, pastors, neighbors, friends, and relatives were all recipients of Mom's goodies. She used her talent to bless others.
Mom's goodies always greeted us when got home from school. Hmmm... maybe that's why I always get the munchies in the afternoon!
The first time Les came to visit, in typical Mom fashion, she withheld judgment when she first met him. Dad thought he was great (even if he did call him by another name), but Mom wasn't ready to comment. At some point, I told Mom that Les liked brownies... and the second time he came to visit, what did she bake? Brownies! I knew he had won her over!
While Les and I were drinking our Filipino coffee on Friday morning, I received a full revelation of the trees in the Garden of Eden. The Tree of Life was surely a coffee tree. The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil that was forbidden must have been a cacao tree. Think about it, would a woman really be tempted by an apple? Probably not, but I don't know many who can resist chocolate!
Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Quote Me + This is Your Life
~ Mom's Bible
~ Mom's Bible
Friday, January 1, 2021
Repost: The Narrator


I've wondered why it works that way. Is it because mothers start writing our stories before our birth? As they carry us in their wombs, the hopes and dreams they carry begin taking shape. They write the "prologue" of our life and continue narrating as the years go on.

As I greet each new year, I always think of Mom. She would be 71 years old today. She had the distinction of being the first baby born in Tulare county in the year 1940! I wish she was here today to see how good God has been to me! I would love for her to see the beautiful home He's given us, the blessings that have come our way, the joys I've experienced since she's been gone. But most of all I'd love to just sit and talk, sharing the story that started in her heart.
Saturday, November 14, 2020
30 Days of Thanks, Day 14: Strong
Saturday, October 3, 2020
62 Years
They did not always agree, but they didn't fight in front of us kids. Any time two people marry, there will be disagreements, but how those disagreements are handled makes all the difference. I never heard my parents yell at each other. Dad once said, "Marriage is a lot of work" - and they kept working at it.
They did the best they could for all four of their children. We weren't wealthy, but we always had enough. I never went to bed hungry - even if Mom fixed something I didn't like, she would fix something else to make sure I ate something. I always had a roof over my head, clean clothes on my back, and shoes on my feet.
Mom stayed home with us kids so the majority of the discipline fell on her shoulders. Dad never tried to change whatever punishment was handed out. "Go ask your mother," was a common reply when we were trying to get away with something - Dad definitely had us figured out! Whether they agreed or not, they supported each other in those decisions. None of us kids have spent time in jail, so I guess it worked!
They took time for each other. I remember Grandma Luella (Mom's mom) staying with us on more than one occasion when we were young, so Mom and Dad could go away for their anniversary.
Dad was completely in tune with Mom during her last months. I was in their home the night before she passed away. Mom was in bed in their bedroom. More times than I can remember, Dad would jump up, go down the hall, and back to their room. HE heard Mom calling him, while Kim and I didn't hear a thing. His care for her was amazing until her last breath.
If they were both still alive today, I have no doubt that they would have still been married. I'm so thankful for these two and miss them so much!






























