Show and Tell Friday: Aunt Dot’s bedspread

show-and-tell.jpg Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking “Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here.“

Some of you know that I have lamented about not having any heirlooms passed down through the family. Well, a few months ago I was talking to my aunt on the phone, and she asked me if I would like to have a bedspread crocheted by my great Aunt Dorothy (or Dot), who was my mom’s namesake. Naturally I said yes, I’d love it. Then I forgot about it. But it arrived last Friday!

I tried to drape it fetchingly over the sofa, but it was too big and heavy to drape. 🙂

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I think it is at least a full sized bedspread, possibly a queen sized (I just took it out of the vacuum-sealed bag it was in tonight, and my husband is occupying our bed, so I don’t think I ought to toss it on to check the size just now. 🙂 ) It’s at least 30 years old, probably much older. My aunt said in the years since she has had it, she’s tossed it in the washer several times. I’m amazed at the great condition it is in.

I love to think of my great Aunt Dot crocheting this with her own hands and lovingly passing it down.

I do remember my Aunt Dot. She and her sister, my Aunt Ruth, were very close and I always seem to remember them as a pair. They always gave the nicest gifts when I was a child. I remember when I graduated from high school I felt awkward about sending an invitation because I hadn’t been in contact with them for a while and didn’t want it to seem like I was just sending a veiled request for a present — but when they didn’t get an announcement, they scolded. I don’t remember how long ago she passed away, though she passed on several years before Ruth.

I am not sure yet whether I will use this or keep it put away for a while. I’ve avoided solid light-colored things in home furnishings with three boys in the house (who am I kidding — I tend to stain things as much as anyone else…). And they’re old enough now that they don’t even come into our room much. I do need a new bedspread, and I can just picture this with something pink underneath peeking through. I do have a quilt rack someone gave us which is stored in the attic because we didn’t have anything to put on it. I’ll have to mull that over. But I am very glad to have this in itself, but especially because it is a connection to my past.

Just chatting

Jesse starts school tomorrow, and he and I have been trying to get up in the mornings closer to our school-schedule time rather than our later summertime non-schedule. I’m already ready for a nap. I’m not having many coherent, much less deep thoughts this morning.

Jason comes home from CA on Saturday!

This time of year is birthday season for our family with Jason’s in July, mine and Jeremy’s in August, and Jesse’s in September. But Jason wanted to wait to celebrate his til he got home, and Jeremy wanted to wait to celebrate his til Jason got home, and mine falls naturally next week, anyway, so we’re celebrating three birthdays in one week!

We almost always celebrate birthdays as a family on the actual birthday, even if there is a party with friends some other time. So even though Jeremy wanted to wait til Jason got here to celebrate his birthday, it seemed a little sad to not to anything on the actual day. So yesterday we went out to lunch at the restaurant of his choice. Then I ordered a decorated chocolate chip cookie cake to take to a church fellowship last night.

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I had to scrape the icing off my slice — those things are so sweet and rich!

In addition to all the birthdays, we’re having out of town company. Jason’s very special friend of the female variety is coming up before school starts. They are not calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend — they’re still just getting to know each other. I don’t want to say too much — I don’t know if either of them reads my blog and don’t want to embarrass them or violate their privacy.

But from now through next week will be busy. I have to finish birthday shopping. I almost have Jeremy’s done. Jason didn’t give me many ideas besides gift cards, and that’s fine if that’s what he wants, but it’s nice to have something besides that to unwrap. Then there’s regular cleaning, shopping, etc., plus getting Jesse ready to go back to school, plus cleaning Jason’s room, which has been collecting dust all summer (and getting the stuff set aside to give to Salvation Army off of his bed, where I’ve been putting things as I sorted them all summer), plus all those extra things you want to do when company comes…

So posting may be a little light the next few days. 🙂

I had wanted to get the family room curtains done before company came — I finally got the fabric I liked, the pattern, and the lining (I agonize over most of the decision-making steps involved!) I took the fabric to the dry cleaners because you should always clean fabric in whatever method will be used on the finished product so that it doesn’t shrink after it’s made. But the girl there didn’t know if they did that, so I am supposed to call the manager this morning. I spent an afternoon searching for trim at several outlet places within a half-hour away, but couldn’t find anything that “fit” exactly (more agonizing decisions!), plus the cheapest was $4 a yard — and I need 11 yards for the curtains plus a couple of pillows. I already put a bit more money into the fabric than what I originally thought….so, I don’t know, I make make them without trim. There are a few more places to check out, but I decided I should probably put that back on the back burner and get these other things done. It’s probably more important to dust and vacuum and clean the awful burner pans on the stove than get curtains up at this point.

I’ve been needing to go to the dentist for ages. Sunday morning a filling that has been chipping off lost a good-sized piece and left a ragged edge on one tooth, which has caused a little blister on the side of my tongue. I really would rather wait to deal with this til after next week!! But I may need to see if I can get in before that. Augh. I just hate dental appointments (no offense to our very nice dentist).

My sweet bloggy friend Alice gave me this very nice award for being, as she said, “such a godly Christian woman”:

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That is such a blessing and so encouraging, in one sense, that anyone would see me that way, but humbling also because I know I am so far from what I ought to be. Thank you, Alice! I’ll be thinking about who to pass this on to. In one sense I could give it to everyone on my blogroll. 🙂 But I know it’s not meant to be used quite that way. I did want to go ahead and acknowledge Alice’s generous gift, though.

On another note, there is a situation in our extended family that I can’t make public, but if you feel so led, I’d appreciate your prayers that this would work out to God’s glory and the best of all involved and for God’s wisdom to know what our actions should be. Thanks!

I’m off now to work on that to-do list…

Happy Birthday, Jeremy!

Jeremy turns 23 today!

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Happy Birthday to my firstborn!

 

And thou…my son, know thou the God of thy father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind…
I Chronicles 28:9a

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
Psalm 143:8

Family Preserves

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A few years ago when our church was putting together a cookbook, one lady submitted these two “recipes.” I thought they were cute but also had a good bit of truth to them. I don’t know how old they are or where they originally came from. I have seen variations on the first one.

How To Preserve a Husband

Be careful in your selection. Do not choose too young, and take only such varieties as have been reared in a good moral atmosphere. When once decided upon and selected, let that part remain forever settled and give your entire thought to preparation for domestic use.

Some insist on keeping them in a pickle, while others are constantly getting them into hot water. Even poor varieties may be made sweet, tender, and good by garnishing them with patience, well sweetened with smiles, and flavored with kisses. Then wrap well in a mantle of charity. Keep warm with a steady fire of domestic devotion and serve with fruits of constant devotion and milk of human kindness. When thus prepared, they will keep for years.

Preserved Children

Take 1 large field, half a dozen children, 2 or 3 small dogs, a pinch of brook and some pebbles. Mix together; put them in the field, stirring constantly. Pour the brook over the pebbles; sprinkle the field with flowers; spread over all, a deep blue sky and bake in the sun. When brown, set away to cool in the bathtub.

(Graphic courtesy of the Graphic Garden)

Children keep you humble

One day earlier this week, I happened to look in the mirror on the visor in the car, which, in natural light, was much more revealing than any mirror in the house. “Augh!” I remarked. “I’m getting so many wrinkles!”

Jesse, my thirteen year old, looked at me carefully and said, “Yeah, and your hair is turning gray, too.”

Thanks, hon, for helping me keep things in perspective.

A belated — or early — Happy Birthday to Jason

Jason, my middle son, had a birthday a couple of weeks ago. He is working at a Christian camp in CA for the summer and wants to wait to celebrate til he gets back. So even though we sent a birthday card and a little money and told him “Happy Birthday” on the phone, it doesn’t feel like it has really happened yet. But he gets back right in between Jeremy’s birthday and mine (mid-July to mid-September is “birthday season” in our house — four of the five of us have our birthdays then), so to avoid having three birthday acknowledgments here in one week and having his get lost in the shuffle, I want to go ahead and say my happy birthdays to him here now. Besides, I am missing him and feeling all sentimental. 🙂

He turned 20 this year! No longer a teen-ager!

Jason at age 6

Jason's 18th birthday

Jason on his 18th birthday.

Works-For-Me Wednesday: Parenting Edition

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The first WFMW of each month has been a themed one this year, and this month the focus is on parenting.

I’m no expert and my family and I are far from perfect…..but after almost 23 years of parenting, I’ve learned a few things…

  • Pray for wisdom. I used James 1:5 in conjunction with raising my children more than any other area of life.
  • Study what the Bible has to say about raising children. For one of my child care classes in college, we had to do a study on what the Bible says about raising children, just taking a concordance and looking up verses with words like child, children, teach, train, etc. It was one of the most beneficial things I have ever done.
  • Use Scripture in explaining right and wrong and principles to them, but don’t club them over the head with it and don’t be harsh about it.
  • Don’t give them options when they don’t have any. When it is time to go to bed or to eat dinner, don’t ask them if they would like to or if they are ready to — you’re just setting yourself up for trouble if they say, “No.” When it is time to go to bed, in a cheerful and positive but firm way let them know it’s time. I always liked to let them know ahead of time when a deadline is coming up (“After this TV program ends, then it’s bedtime” or “I’ll set the timer for ten minutes, and then we need to pick up toys and go to bed.”) just out of consideration. After all, I much prefer knowing what’s coming up rather than being told I need to drop what I’m doing now.
  • Teach them to be constructive rather than destructive.
  • Never assume. You can walk into a situation and think you know what has happened and be dead wrong. Unless it’s an emergency situation it’s best to ask questions first and clarify what has happened.
  • Ask questions instead of making accusations. I mentioned in an earlier post that this is something I just learned within the last year, and I wish I had known it when my kids were younger. Making accusations produces defensiveness: asking questions leads to examination and conviction.
  • Be specific and clear in your instructions.
  • Realize that your children might have a different understanding of your instructions than what you’re trying to convey. A classic example is the instruction to “Clean your room.” A young child will have a different idea of what that entails than you do. It’s better to be specific: “I want your Legos in the box and your books on the shelf and your dirty clothes in the hamper.”
  • Be careful, though, of too many instructions at once. If someone has several things they want me to do, I’d have to ask them to wait a minute while I get something to write them down. Why would I then expect my children to remember a long list of instructions?
  • Teach progressively. When teaching your child to do something, say, a specific chore, do it together with them at first, then progress to having them do it (or parts of it at first) under supervision, then doing it on their own. Along with that, remember…
  • Children do what is inspected rather than what is expected.
  • Don’t have negative expectations of any age or stage. Two different mothers told me this at two different stages of life, one before the “terrible twos,” and one in regard to the teen years. Going into those or other stages expecting it to be terrible is going to color everything. The world seems to promote the idea that the teen years are going to be awful and it’s just that way and you just have to hang on and get through it. There are struggles and issues to work through, certainly, but if the relationship has been good all along and respect and obedience have been taught all along, it doesn’t have to be a bad time for parents or teens.
  • Attitude is as important as obedience. I used to give more latitude for a negative attitude if my children were still doing what I asked them to, because, after all, I don’t always have the greatest attitude, myself, about the things I need to do. But I was convicted in recent years by I Cor. 6:20: “For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.” I wish I had emphasized this more when my kids were younger. They need to know that “Do all things without murmurings and disputings” is God’s requirement, not just what Mom would wish for in a perfect world (Phil 2:14. Verse 15 says this is part of our testimony.) You have to be careful here and take into account age level, emotional maturity, whatever else has happened in their day (whether they’re stressed, over-tired, ill, hungry, etc.), and I wouldn’t expect perfection, but you should see growth in this area over the years.
  • Convey expectations beforehand. I mentioned this in a previous WFMW, but I learned that it helped a lot to let children know ahead of an event what was expected rather than trying to keep on top of their behavior during the event. Even with something simple like going to the grocery store, if I told them before we left the house or before we got out of the car (or both) that I wanted them to sit nicely in the cart and we wouldn’t be getting a toy today but we might get a treat if they were good, it helped curb the “I wants” when we passed the toy aisle and kept them from trying to climb out of the cart.
  • “You have to stay where I can see you.” This was our watchword when we went out in public anywhere (after they got out of the stroller stage) — in the park, in the grocery store, at the mall, even at church. This was not only for their safety and so that they wouldn’t be in danger of being snatched away: it was also so I could keep an eye on what they were doing. I don’t know why it seems at church in particular parents seem to let their young children run free. Maybe they are thinking it’s a safe environment and that everyone will be watching them. But they need to be under our watchful eye there as well as everywhere else. I could tell you stories of kids found raiding the cookie jar in the nursery, piling their plates higher than anyone could possibly eat at church fellowships, and all manner of things. They need to be taught both by instruction and example how to act there as well as everywhere else.
  • Point out the hand of God in everyday life. When a car swerves into your lane but misses you, thank God for His protection. When we see sunlight filtering through the clouds in a pretty pattern, point out the beauty of His creation. Let them know of answers to prayer, great and small. Help them to see God as real and active and interested in their lives. I think this goes a long way toward making Him real to them and conveying that Christianity is a relationship with Him and not just a set of rules (though rules and doctrine are important, too).
  • Keep time with God as a priority. I expanded on this in an earlier post: it may be harder to do when the children are small, and you may have to be a little more creative in how you do it, but it can be done with His help.
  • Enjoy this time of life! You hear it all the time, but it is so true: it goes by so fast. Relax and enjoy it as much as possible.

As always, you can find a wealth of tips on Wednesdays at Rocks In My Dryer.

My Childhood Home

Mary at Owlhaven is sponsoring a meme today, July 20, called My Childhood Home. She says, “I’d like you all to consider writing about your childhood home. It doesn’t matter how big or small it was. All the memories don’t have to be picture-perfect. If you moved a lot, it’s fine to pick one favorite house. What I want to hear are details that were important to you as a child: your secret hideout under the stairs, the single-paned picture window you licked and froze your tongue to one winter morning, the backyard tree you climbed, the way your mother washed your hair in the kitchen sink every Saturday night, or any other strong indelible memory you have.” She has a Mr. Linky here so that anyone who wants to participate can write a post on their blog and put the link on that post. More details are here.

We moved around quite a bit when I was younger, so I don’t have a memory of one old family homestead. I think that would be neat, though! But the one home I most associate with my childhood is my grandfather’s. We lived with him for several years. I don’t even really remember much about the house itself except that it was a yellowish color. I do remember the address, and if I am ever back in Corpus Christi, I want to try to find it.

So, lacking those details, I am just going to share some memories associated with that house, if that’s ok.

  • My grandfather had a very distinctive laugh, and he loved to tease, so he laughed often. Even now, though he has been gone many years, whenever I think of him his laugh is the first thing that comes to mind.
  • My brother was born in that house when I was four years old, but it was not a planned home birth. My mother had been to the doctor that day, but he told her she wouldn’t deliver any time soon. She had a horrible backache and was probably experiencing back labor but was unaware that that’s what it was. There was a bathroom that connected my bedroom and my parents’, and that evening my mom was in there when she cried out for my dad. He came and picked her up and took her to their room — and shut the door. I couldn’t figure out why they wouldn’t let me in, but being raised to be an obedient child, I went back to bed as I was told. My grandfather came through to check on me. Then some time later I was told I had a baby brother, and I got to see him all asleep in his bassinet. They did have to go on to the hospital for a couple of days because of the “unsanitary” birth, as it was called, and I stayed with our neighbor, Mrs. Beeson.
  • I don’t remember at all what Mrs. Beeson’s face looked like because she wore those big old Little House on the Prairie type bonnets. She puttered around in her yard a lot. She had what I remember as an enormous (though it probably wasn’t that big) woodsy area out behind her house with a table, potting shelves and materials, and all kinds of little tins and things for making mud pies and such. A lot of the neighbor children often played back there.
  • When my brother was older, we shared a bunk bed: I had the top bunk and he had the bottom one. When he was little he was always having adventurous dreams involving wild animals. He woke up in the night and went to tell my parents that he saw a snake in the springs under the top bunk (in those days that was all open). They thought he was just dreaming and tried to get him to go back to bed, but he kept insisting. So one of them came back to the bedroom to reassure him that everything was all right, and found that there was a snake, by that time on my bed not far from my head! I don’t remember the sequence of events, but soon I was up and the snake was on the floor, and Mrs. Beeson was there cutting it in half with her ax (she was just the type of lady who would have an ax handy and know how to use it). She said it wasn’t poisonous: she called it an egg snake. It was discovered there was a nest with eggs in it in the window next to the beds, and that was probably what it was after. But what I remember most was the way the snake continued to writhe and open and close its mouth after it was chopped in half.
  • I used to be kind of fearful at night (I don’t remember if this was before or after the snake incident!) and one night I saw a rounded shadowy shape beside my bed. I convinced myself it was a headhunter (don’t ask me why…) and that if I just kept my eyes closed, he would leave me alone. When I woke up the next morning, I saw the rounded shape was the teddy bear beside me.
  • There was a man who came to the house to sell coffee often. I don’t know exactly how that all worked, but I do remember he called me Goldilocks.
  • I had forgotten this til I saw Lyndy mention it, but most nights after dinner, people would come out to their front yards with lawn chairs and watch their kids play and visit with each other. For a time my dad had a motor scooter and he would take kids for rides up and down the street.
  • I used to be quite a tree climber and I do remember climbing a tree in the front yard, especially when I was playing something imaginary. I don’t know if it was at this house or another, but one house had four chinaberry trees in the back which several neighborhood kids and I would climb and through chinaberries at each other.
  • A couple of the other childhood home posts reminded me of something else characteristic of homes in the late 50s and 60s: Venetian blinds and box fans. That triggered memories of big TVs with rabbit ears (sometimes tipped in foil) that also had big tubes in that big that had to be taken out and replaced sometimes, and humongous stereo cabinets.

There are other vague memories associated with that house — my grandfather reading the newspaper, my brother in cowboy boots and a diaper playing with kittens, my mom making a snack of graham crackers and peanut butter and honey — I think we were still there when my sister was born when I was eight and my brother was four, because I remember staying with Mrs. Beeson again, this time with my brother.

Thanks, Mary, for this trip down memory lane!

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Shiny

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This picture of Jason was taken just before he left for the Junior-Senior banquet his senior year of high school, a Really Big Deal here. He had washed his car and gotten it all clean and shiny and gotten himself all spiffed up in his tux, so he was “shining,” too. 🙂

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Honoring the Fathers in my life

Exodus 20:12: Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

Leviticus 19:32: Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God: I am the LORD.

My father passed away several years ago, but I want to honor his memory. He did not come to know the Lord until 6 years before he died, and though he had a lot of problems, I honor the position the Lord gave him as my father. He did love me in his own way and tried to do right as he knew it. One of the major things he taught me was to have respect for those in authority.

I want to honor my step-father. I honestly had problems with the idea of a step-father having any say in my activities when I was 15. 🙂  I have written here and there before that after I became a Christian, God had to teach me that honoring and obeying my parents was a matter of obedience to Him regardless of whether they were Christians or were doing the right thing. After that I wondered how a step-father fit into the picture. Then one day I realized that Jesus had a step-father — Joseph. The Bible says Jesus was subject to both Mary and Joseph, even when they didn’t understand him (Luke 2:50-51). Over the years I have come to greatly respect my step-father as a steady, dependable man who cares for his family, is an extremely hard worker, and would do anything in the world to help those he cares about.

I wrote earlier about my “spiritual mom,” Mrs. C,  and the godly influence she was in my life. Mr. C was a shining example of a Christian father to me, and I am so glad the Lord brought them into my life.

I honor my husband as a caring, thoughtful, sweet, fun, loving companion and father to our boys.

And I honor my heavenly Father who gave me life, loves me dearly, brought me to a saving belief in Christ, speaks to me through His Word, shows me His love and care in a hundreds of ways every day.