Small Lights

Small Lights

This is a dark, damp November morning. It’s the sort of morning when lights are most noticeable. My grandchildren put up and decorated the tree, decorated the mantel, and brightened the day. The best part was laughing and giggling together, putting new batteries in the Christmas tree train so that it had renewed life and […]

Bless Thy Creaking Bones

A Blessing for Grandmas The Lord bless thy bones that they creak not neither pop loudly when thou sittest down and when thou risest up. The Lord bless thine eyesight so that it can see the intricate workings of thy grandchildren’s technology. The Lord bless thy mind so that it understandeth the intricate workings of […]

A Frog and a Toad and Life

A Frog and a Toad and Life

The adventures of a small, green frog and a little brown toad inspired a generation or two or three of children and they also inspired me. Although a fictional series by Arnold Lobel, these small amphibians taught me some real life lessons I’ve never forgot. In the first place, Frog and Toad were friends and […]

Grandma Blessings Through the Years

Grandma Blessings Through the Years

A lot of blessings¬†come along with being a grandma. The biggest blessing is grandchildren–those little guys and gals who remind us of our own children when they were that age. Grandmas have time to listen to what happened at school¬†and they don’t scold when an exuberant grandchild runs through the house. Grandmas admire works of […]

Because of Them

Before beginning this post on the fun and importance of keeping written records of your children or grandchildren, I want to say a prayer of gratitude to God for the freedom we have in the United States of America and a prayer of thanks for those brave men who died during all our wars to […]

Etta–A Dear, Familiar Place

This is the final part of my sister Helen’s thoughts about our grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, and life on the farm at Etta Bend. “When I hear anything about Nixon’s ‘Watergate’, I get a flashback to Pappy’s ‘watergap’ and I giggle. Anyway, the watergap of my childhood was a fence of vertical boards hung […]

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