Missing our family and friends, whether they are on earth, in heaven or other are a natural part of the human heart, it seems to me. We often miss a way of life, an age, a time gone by, a career, a friend? 🚣🏽🏇🚕⛹🏿⛳️🏀🏈⚾️🎾⛱🎊
I hear young parents often today say we are making memories. That’s true, and they do render happy thoughts. We seem to have longings for those happy memories yet at times those same memories often ache the heart because they grow in mind in glamour or other but the act doesn’t fit our season of now life. They don’t fit our adult size like a knit sweater made by grandma that only fits age three not thirty-three.. But the memory tries to stretch the knit to fit just about any size. You know one size fits all.
I love memories that have been made by family and friends. Yet, I often am perplexed, puzzled and sad when myself or/and others give me their ‘now story’ that needs so much more than an ice cream escape when we just scratched our knee.
I started a list of memories that are mine that has lasted through seasons of life. And, some memories that give me a social tea time. One of my very favorites that medicates all my needs is; my Mother, her one Bible, her knees bent in prayer 🙏🏻 and those magical words spoken about me as her warm hand held mine. I still feel the warmth as it seemed to leave her hand and give strength to my whole being that melted away whatever that had brought us to our knees. Now, on to my social tea time. Growing up in a family of ten we were in giggles, mischief, sandwiched among gifts and talents to benefit our ten. Those memories 🏀⚾️🏈⛹🏿🎣 make me blush with pride to share with family and friends over tea. Well, more like coffee for me! ☕️🍩🍦🍰
We would love to hear your memories that means a lot to you. Also, ones that carry a built in parachute when a Mickey Mouse band-aide just won’t do. 💟✝✡☮
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Sara, I enjoyed reading your memory blog and appreciated the wisdom in it. Also, it was wonderful to hear you describe your memory of your mother.
Some of my best memories are of my summer weeks spent visiting my grandmother who lived alone in a big old house where she operated an antique business on the lowest level. Even though it was on a fairly busy highway, it was in the country and you wouldn’t have to walk too far from her back kitchen door to reach the Appalachian trail. It was here that she taught me the joy of a valuable work ethic. As a child she entrusted her lawn mowing to me (using an un-motorized push reel mower up some pretty steep hills); painting her outdoor furniture; and walking up the side of the highway to the little store with the money to bring back ice cream, ginger ale and pretzels for our evening treat. She allowed my creativity to thrive by handing me a few cans of colored paints and telling me to paint flowers on the antique ironware to ‘enhance’ the sale of them in the shop. She taught me and instilled a love of gardening, walking, canning and all sorts of other projects that we would do. Best of all, she had lots of colorful Bible story books to read that I didn’t have at home. Her even temperament, fearlessness, integrity and goodness will always linger as inspirational memories.
Debi, positive memories of your grandmother makes for a roadmap for your new title you are about to claim. Nice you have a Manuel that you have used for your children and your soon to be grandmother title! Your memories are seemly like a great old metal jello mold works every time!
Congrats to Debi on her new title🎉😊
OH Sara & Debi…..I love your stories of these courageous women in your lives! I personally can see their wisdom and love that they sowed into your childhood, now manifest in your lives, dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ And in the works of your hands and the words of your lips, in praise to our GOD.
My thoughts run back more and more as I age to my earthly father, who, as an orphan came to America to a life not known to him. He worked extremely hard, learned to read and write the new language & gained citizenship as soon as possible. I think about my heard working father… and how the Lord showed me that from eternity God had planned for me, my brothers to be born in America where we all would find the Lord Jesus Christ as our Savior and Lord and doing mission work for HIM in some capacity. Oh the wonder of it!! I could not have known without His revealing it to me.
Now, I thank God for a father who obeyed the inspiration of the Lord ….though at the time he did not know HIM…to come and seek a new life for his family that the destiny that HE had for us would be fulfilled. My heart overflows with gratitude for my earthly father as I think of his dedication to our family…. and Great praise and thanksgiving to my Heavenly Father Who has taught me how to be grateful, indeed.
MG, a great story of your Dad. It’s touching to hear “an orphan” just think no abortion and look at the results, YOU! 🎹🎧👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 He made a trek from one nation to another. Whoa! Surely a fearless man. So many stories within his story. They have a life line that speaks volumns for today. 📚
Enjoyed the above memories you have shared. I have very fond memories of visits with my grandmother. She loved to read the Bible and share Biblical truths. She would always have comforting words when I would ask her about things of concern. One of her quotes to me was, “honey, keep your hand in the nail scarred hand.” She trusted and believed God to take care of all things. She once shared a story with me that she wanted to go see her mother, and her mother lived a good distance from her. My grandmother never got her driver’s license and she had no way to get to her mother’s. She went on to explain that she got down on her knees that morning and asked the Lord for a way, if it was in His will and proceeded on with her chores after praying. With a smile on her face, she shared that it wasn’t long, that a friend I believe she called, “Mary” showed up and said to her, “Alice, I tried several times this morning to read the paper and every time I did it was like…….go see Alice, go see Alice. Now, I am here to take you wherever you need to go.” My grandmother knew God heard and answered her prayers and she gave Him all the glory.
Other memories of time spent with my grandmother was when she shared little clippings/writings she saved and would share. One particular short poem I still have today that she shared with me and I’d like to share now. (My grandmother believed in work, by the way.) Here is the little poem/story (hope you enjoy):
“This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.”
Tammy, your vivid stories of forever memories of your grandmother, Alice, give not just feel good moments but sustenance that multiplies like the fish and loafes story that is a living forever story. I hope you always share her stories to not only keep her memory alive but help to feed and increase faith to the searching multitudes.
She could never have imagined that her granddaughter, Tammy, would be publishing her life story for the possibility of the whole world having opportunity to read. She would be proud that you were not found in the 4 that also represents the multitudes in many ways! ❣💟🙏🏻
OH Tammy!! I just love Grandma Alice’s poem. She was right on. She may have been a ”nobody” in the eyes of the world but she sure was a Somebody in the eyes of the Lord.
I guess you could say she was a ”nobody” who got things done because she was SOME BODY!!!
I loved your Grandmother. I remember that we used to sing hymns together.
Oh Father, I miss the old saints that were in love with You and their lives of labor for the Kingdom was the manifestation of that Charitable Love… redundant but descriptive of their works.
Thanks Tammy for sharing Alice with us.
I know it brought joy to my grandmother to sing hymns with you, about her Savior.😊🙏✝💕 Thanks for sharing your gift of music 🎶 with her and others.💜
By the way, today is her birthday MG💕🌷
Happy Birthday, Alice Furlough! 🎈🍰💟✝
“other are a natural part of the human heart, it seems to me. We often miss a way of life,… a time gone by…..” Blog by Sara
A woman! One of my idols! Old lady with wisdom! Barbara Bush.
Barbara Bush, First Lady, has always been a voice of integrity. She loves her family and adopted family across the isle, Bill Clinton and his family. She loves both parties. She just purely loves people. In her love of helping children read I never heard her ask, name your parents political party….💟
BEFORE ANYONE KNEW FOR SURE WHO WOULD RUN FOR president in this last election…she got on public TV and said we do not need another Bush or Clinton.
Neither the Bushes or Clintons gave her voice respect. Maybe we should realize our old parents and grands just might have a few answers of living life from pure experience of having lived life. 🤗 I give Barbara Bush my 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Thank you for sharing this example of Barbara Bush, Sara. it surely does give a live illustration of your point above and shows a refreshing and inspirational role model.