Thursday, April 20, 2017

OUR DEAR LEADER

You Tube by Anne Graham Lotz about the National Day of Prayer


Did you know that there are Christians in North Korea?  They are very careful to hide themselves in plain sight.  Instead of praying with their eyes closed, and head bowed, they pray with their eyes open. They do not mention the name of Jesus.  As a replacement for His name they call Him Our Dear Leader.  Kim, the cruel dictator of North Korea, considers himself a god.  Citizens are instructed to call him their dear leader and to worship only him.  

In the United States we can pray openly and anywhere we choose to pray.  We can talk about Jesus anywhere we choose to talk about Jesus.  Every year on the first Thursday in May we have the opportunity to pray as a nation.  Please listen to the You Tube above and plan to attend an event in your area for the National Day of Prayer 2017.


Monday, April 10, 2017

BELIEVING LEAVING

On Easter, Christians celebrate the resurrection of Jesus from the dead.  He set the example and promised us He would come back for us.  So we set aside the Sunday after Passover to rejoice with song and the Word.  Here are some of my favorite Easter songs on You Tube.  Maybe they are yours too.






Christians evangelize by word and deed. We tell others that Jesus loved us and died for us but in the end those who do not accept His free gift will be judged!  Judgement may scare some into heaven!  We are supposed to encourage each other by looking to that day when Jesus will come back and we will have peace on earth because the government will be on His shoulders!  The details are ours to know of His second coming so that we may encourage one another!

The Day of the Lord
1 Thessalonians

Now as to the times and the epochs, brethren, you have no need of anything to be written to you. For you yourselves know full well that the day of the Lord [a]will come just like a thief in the night. While they are saying, “Peace and safety!” then [b]destruction [c]will come upon them suddenly like labor pains upon a woman with child, and they will not escape. But you, brethren, are not in darkness, that the day would overtake you [d]like a thief; for you are all sons of light and sons of day. We are not of night nor of darkness; so then let us not sleep as [e]others do, but let us be alert and [f]sober. For those who sleep do their sleeping at night, and those who get drunk get drunk at night. But since we are of the day, let us be [g]sober, having put on the breastplate of faith and love, and as a helmet, the hope of salvation. For God has not destined us for wrath, but for obtaining salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, 10 who died for us, so that whether we are awake or asleep, we will live together with Him. 11 Therefore [h]encourage one another and build up one another, just as you also are doing.

Also in II Peter 3:3-6

“Know this first of all, that in the last days mockers will come with their mocking, following after their own lusts, and saying, “Where is the promise of His coming? For ever since the fathers fell asleep, all continues just as it was from the beginning of creation. For when they maintain this, it escapes their notice that by the Word of God the heavens existed long ago and the earth was formed out of water and by water, through which the world at that time was destroyed, being flooded with water.” 

So rejoice Christians and let others know that they too can be saved by putting their faith in Jesus!

Fast breaking world news is interpreted here by 2 Christian pastors.  this is 30 minutes long.




Saturday, April 1, 2017

IS TRUTH DEAD?


The latest cover from Time Magazine imitates the cover from the 1966 Times cover asking, "Is God Dead?"  Instead it asks, "Is Truth Dead?"  Many are concerned. It appears that truth is dead.  Truth is suppressed just as it is spoken about in Romans 1.  Philip Haney, a former Homeland Security Officer, tried to expose the lies, but was stopped by negative forces within the government. Today, on the"Understanding the Times" radio broadcast, Philip Haney describes how, as a homeland security official he discovered that our own government employees had been influenced by The Muslim Brotherhood.   "Muslim Brotherhood-linked leaders in the United States were forcing changes to national security policy and even being invited into the highest chambers of influence. A policy known as Countering Violent Extremism emerged, downplaying the threat of supremacist Islam as unrelated to the religion and just one among many violent ideological movements."  Check out his book, "See Something, Say Nothing." I can get it on audio from our library.  Here is a blog on the power of prayer!  Warriors--pray!

Saturday, March 25, 2017

THE SPIRITUAL BATTLE CONTINUES



Calling all prayer warriors to prayer.  A spiritual battle in Heaven and on Earth and under the Earth has been raging from the beginning.  We had a 200 year history of living in a God fearing country.  Now America has forgotten God.  We know who wins in the end.  Greater is He who is in the Christian than he who is in the world.  We only have to ask and God will do His perfect will in us and in our world.  Pray without ceasing you Saints! The above You Tube tells it like it is.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

SURPRISING DISCOVERIES



My brother, Jay, lettered in band at Groveton High School


My cousin, Mark, said that he liked the blogs I wrote about the family very much.  So instead of writing about “The Benedict Option” by Rod Dreher, or how God has been kicked out of America, or the terror attack in London, or The President hosting 68 countries in Washington D.C. for a summit on defeating ISIS, I will write about the unexpected findings about my brother, Jay, and a few cousins, as I’ve sorted through all the boxes that my mom has saved over the years.

Jay 1941

First of all, Jay was a very cute little boy.  He was born in Spokane, WA in November of 1940.  He was named Jay Leroy after my dad, David Jay, and my grandfather on my mother’s side, Leroy.

Jay, me, Mom. I was probably unhappy because I had to wear a dress

From there we moved to Santa Monica, CA. where I was born in 1943.  Jay was very sweet to me.  I admired him and wore all his hand me down clothes because I wanted to be a boy like he was.  After our move to Burbank, where our sister, Evy, was born in 1947, we moved to Fairbanks, Alaska.  In California we attended Edison School where Jay was on the Safety Committee.





In Fairbanks Jay was involved in Scouts and had a paper route for the Fairbanks newspaper, which was owned by a Snedden cousin.  Jay saved his money and bought himself a 22 rifle and a bicycle.  I used to borrow his bicycle or my mom’s bicycle.  Our next to the youngest brother, Davy, was born in Fairbanks in 1952.  Shortly after, we moved to Virginia. 



Below I have attached an e-mail I received years ago about CW.

In 1953 we had our picture taken with Santa.


In 1954, Jay, finished 7th grade at Mt. Eagle elementary.  We lived in Jefferson Manor and attended Calvary Presbyterian Church.  He was apparently popular in his class and a nice write up about what he would be doing in 10 year included a rocket! 


 Jay participated in the confirmation class at church and became a member.


It was the summer of 1956 when our youngest bother, Wayne, was born.  That summer Jay was given an opportunity through our Aunt Emily and Uncle Ernie to travel to Mexico and live with a family there.  (I’ll attach a letter he wrote home telling of his experiences at the end of the blog. At the same time I took off for Eau Claire, Wisconsin, to visit with cousins Kit and Rinda, and Aunt Emily and Uncle Ernie.  I rode along with them to Spokane and spent the summer on my grandparent’s farm.
In front Davy, Smokey, Bob, Wayne.  Second row Grandma, Grandpa.  Third row Roberta, Rinda, Evy, Janet.  Back row Richard, Kit, Jay.

I believe it was the following summer that we visited Disney Land.  Jay was kind enough to drive me on one of the rides, as I was too frightened to drive alone.  (I was intimidated by driving until I was 23. Chris insisted that I get my driver’s license then.)



Jay enjoyed attending youth group and Youth for Christ. He lettered in the Groveton High School  band.  My high regard for Jay remained with me until I turned 14.  Then I didn’t claim him as my brother again until I attended college at EWU and was unable to balance my checkbook.  He was very kind to help me. During college he worked at various jobs.  I'll add more about that when I find the info.



After being graduated from Groveton High School in 1959 he attended Eastern Washington University and received a Bachelors in 1963.  Taking our grandfather on our father’s side advice, he joined the Army.  After being stationed in Taipei, Taiwan, (where he learned Chinese and could speak it 30 years later) he returned home and began attending Miami Bible College.  He was hired as a radio engineer for Billy Graham and through his broadcasting job met and married Martha.  They were married for 30 years.  She passed away in 2004 and he followed in 2005.

This picture was photoshopped before it was possible.  I hope to find a better picture as I continue to sort!
Front row-Davy, Chris, Wayne. Middle row Roberta, Heather, Martha.  Back row Evy, Jay, Dad, Mom

Below is the letter Jay wrote home from Mexico.  We were very fortunate to have an intact family through the years and I thank God for all He has done.





Wednesday, March 15, 2017

POINTS OF INTEREST


Photo by Chris Brown-- bacon zombies




You may or may not be interested to know that Chris and I are selling digital pictures on line through Shutterstock.  So far they have accepted 35 pictures for sale.  Click here to see our digital pictures that we have for sale on Shutterstock.  We hope to have more soon. 

Here are some stories on subjects of interest to me this week.  


Seattle is out of control because of the homeless. It looks like many other cities are also in trouble because they are allowing drug addicts to live on the streets.  It should be a crime to be publicly on drugs or drunk!  Below are two stories about people who are speaking out about getting these people into treatment.  Many drug addicts live on the street so they can spend their money on drugs. Click here for the story.


There is a move in Seattle to speak out to get the homeless off the street and into rehab or detox.  Speak out Seattle is a new grass roots organization.  Click here to see the story.

How does the GOP bill combat addiction?  See the You Tube below:




Silent Partner Marketing gives a snowflake test to job applicants.  They do not want any snowflakes working for them.  See the You Tube below:












Tuesday, March 7, 2017

I WANTED TO LIVE IN A SHACK

My great aunt and great uncle's shacks.  Photo by Chris Brown.


When I was a kid I loved to visit Grandma and Grandpa on their 15 acre wheat farm.  They raised alfalfa and kept an acre vegetable garden too.  Up the hill from the farm house my great uncle and great aunt lived in their one room houses.  I always thought that I would like to have a place like that--it required no painting, remodeling, or any maintenance work as far as I could tell.  Unfortunately, I realized, after living on a boat, that I liked indoor plumbing and electricity.  My great aunt and uncle had neither.  

Speaking of shacks-- a movie based on the book "The Shack" is in the theaters.  I read the book and was struck by the new -agey feel.  Apparently the author does not understand that God is a Spirit.  He does not have a body.  He came to earth in a human body--that is Jesus.  So only Jesus has a human body. Also, the author puts Mack on the throne instead of God. If you are interested Here is a blog with multiple reviews by pastors and bloggers that I read. 
Here is a link to our son's pastor's review of the book. 
  



Monday, February 27, 2017

THE WAY IS NARROW THAT LEADS TO LIFE

Photo by Chris Brown

An elderly Christian man was asked if life becomes easier as you age.  He replied, "No, because the devil is out to get you before you die and he doesn't have much time left."  I read this poem by a blogger today and thought of this verse in Matthew 7:14 "For the gate is small and the way is narrow that leads to life, and there are few who find it."  Praying today that Christians will share the good new about Jesus before it is too late for many.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

YOU CANNOT REASON WITH BULLIES


The video above was brought to my attention today.  It was filmed in 2014.  My Aunt Evelyn taught my brother, Jay, that you cannot reason with bullies.  If you are kind, ignore them, or try to cause them to quite bullying in some other way, and they continue to bully, sometimes you just need to use force to cause them to stop.  Those of us who are not trained in military combat can fight through prayer.  It is a spiritual battle.  Others, who are trained to combat bullies by force, will be called up once again to fight evil.  May God have mercy on us all!

Thursday, February 23, 2017

DIFFICULT CIRCUMSTANCES MADE DIFFICULT

Difficult circumstances--it rains the day your relatives have a garage sale in your driveway


You know you are having a hard time when:

·            The washing machine breaks and then when you go to your parent’s house to wash your clothes their washing machine breaks.  

·      Your 3 year old wets his pants and your 9 month old poops just as you are going out the door to church.  
          
·      You look at your calendar and believe your granddaughter has a concert and force your husband to drive an hour through the rain and you are a week early.

·                   You fall into a ditch and break your foot and then you have to go to court because your 11 year old son got a ticket for not yielding to a car when he was crossing a busy street on his bicycle and he was hit by a car.

·                    Your daughter has to go to emergency at 1 year old when she slips on a wet shower room floor at the Y and knock herself out.


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        Over the years I've had a bad habit of feeling sorry for myself. When I was thirteen my aunt accused me of reading comic books.  Instead of telling her that I hadn’t been reading comic books until my two (E.E. Stowell) cousins had been reading them for a long time, I pouted. (I have never enjoyed comic books.) Then when I was 15  I wrote what I would call a "Letter to God" complaining about my lack of self-control regarding my tongue and my study habits.  It never dawned on me that I should ask God to help me with these things.  The following blog was helpful to me.  Click here to read.







Wednesday, February 15, 2017

FINISHING WELL----LEGACY


Here is a photo of the grave marker for my great, great grandfather Samuel Stowell who fought in the American Revolution.  He left quite a legacy.



We are learning about “Legacy” at church--what will you be remembered for after you are gone?  Our church is twenty years old and our legacy so far is that we are a church planting church.  There have been at least 17 churches planted within that time.  

My parents and grandparents left letters they had written or received for us to explore.  Slowly their legacy of faith and good works is emerging as we read through those that are left to us. 


Chris and I just saw the movie “ Hidden Figures.”  Those women had the right idea— educate yourself above and beyond anybody else,  pick your battles and you will succeed. They did not participate in the protests in 1961. They left a legacy of faith and achievement to us.

The history below was sent to me by  a college classmate, Marcene, who was co-owner with her husband of the pharmacy in Dayton, WA:

HISTORY:  
Susan Be Anthony was born Feb. 15, 1820 in an age when woman were considered inferior to men.  Many restaurants had signs that said “No females allowed.”  Woman could not hold most jobs nor public office, or even vote.  Anthony spent most of her life trying to right those injustices.       Marcene’s note:   In the history of the Elk Drug of Dayton  (the oldest continuing drug store,1889, in the state of Washington), there is a reference to an early pharmacy in Starbuck, WA., which is a small community near by.  The note says that the   pharmacy started in Starbuck at about the same time as the Elk Drug but the druggist was a woman.  The ladies of Starbuck didn’t trust her so she went out of business.   Worse than that, at the annual state meeting of pharmacists held after the turn of the century, it was proposed that more ladies be admitted to the profession.  The protest was loud and clear. . . The claim was that woman did not allow smoking behind the pharmacy counter, they constantly complained of the mess, and they insisted upon good records. 

Once again, women picked their battles and  educated themselves.  This is from a high school classmate—“ You would be most interested to hear about studies done about women physicians (med school entries are half women now). Women are found to have more successful results and fewer complications than men.”

While thinking about "Legacy" I heard about the letter below that Abraham Lincoln had written.  This clearly defines his legacy.  He was born in February so we celebrate President's Day each year with a day off.  He left a great legacy of many wonderful addresses and letters and of course the preservation of the union.  Below is one letter he wrote to Eliza Gurney.  Just as Abraham Lincoln's letter suggests, Eliza Gurney, the widow of the English Quaker Joseph J. Gurney, visited President Lincoln about two years earlier, assuring him of her prayers during a difficult period in the Civil War. About this time, President Lincoln also had written an unpublished memorandum relating the war to the will of God. His 1864 reply to Mrs. Gurney reveals a continuing thread of interest in that topic, which would reach its height in his Second Inaugural Address the next spring.



Executive Mansion,
Washington, September 4, 1864.
Eliza P. Gurney.
My esteemed friend.
I have not forgotten--probably never shall forget--the very impressive occasion when yourself and friends visited me on a Sabbath forenoon two years ago. Nor has your kind letter, written nearly a year later, ever been forgotten. In all, it has been your purpose to strengthen my reliance on God. I am much indebted to the good Christian people of the country for their constant prayers and consolations; and to no one of them, more than to yourself. The purposes of the Almighty are perfect, and must prevail, though we erring mortals may fail to accurately perceive them in advance. We hoped for a happy termination of this terrible war long before this; but God knows best, and has ruled otherwise. We shall yet acknowledge His wisdom and our own error therein. Meanwhile we must work earnestly in the best light He gives us, trusting that so working still conduces to the great ends He ordains. Surely He intends some great good to follow this mighty convulsion, which no mortal could make, and no mortal could stay.
Your people--the Friends--have had, and are having, a very great trial. On principle, and faith, opposed to both war and oppression, they can only practically oppose oppression by war. In this hard dilemma, some have chosen one horn, and some the other. For those appealing to me on conscientious grounds, I have done, and shall do, the best I could and can, in my own conscience, under my oath to the law. That you believe this I doubt not; and believing it, I shall still receive, for our country and myself, your earnest prayers to our Father in heaven.
Your sincere friend
A. Lincoln.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

THE MAN WHO PREACHED THE GOSPEL TO PRESIDENT. (VIDEO OF THE MUST-SEE ADDRESS)



The first Thursday in February is the date reserved for the National Prayer breakfast held in Washington D.C.  This year the Senate Chaplain spoke.  Click here to read Joel Rosenburg's blog about it and to hear the twenty some minute sermon.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

MY DAD PART 2

Dad, Jay, Evy 1954

To continue on with the record of the cars my dad bought, and the miles he drove, here the details get a little fuzzy for me.  I do recall my older brother, Jay, purchasing a Nash Rambler at some point.  He was still in high school I think.  Somehow, when my youngest brother, Wayne, was about one year old, that would be in about 1957, my mom, Jay, me, Evy, Davy, and Wayne decided to drive the Nash to Spokane from Alexandria.  My mom refused to drive into Washington D.C. but she would drive 3000 miles across the country.  Jay helped with the driving and I sat in the back seat between Davy and Wayne while they stood on their heads and kicked their feet.  I was charged with holding their legs and feet away from kicking anybody sitting in the front seat in the back of the head. Evy must have sat in front also.  All I remember about that trip was that I never babysat again.  (That might have been related to why I allowed Davy and Wayne to take apart the Baby Ben alarm clock.  My mom asked me if I had been watching them.  I said, “Yes, I watched them take apart the clock.”) I had posttraumatic babysitting stress after that.  Evy took over and was in charge of the boys from then on. 

Dick and Wayne in Virginia 1961

So because we took Jay’s car to Washington, my dad must have kept the VW Microbus in Virginia.  

A few years later in 1961, that bus was to take an epic trip from Virginia to Washington, with eight people aboard. Not only did we have my dad, mom, me, Evy, Davy, and Wayne but my grandfather Edson.  He had been staying with us since December.  We decided to visit his relatives and old hometowns on our trip across country for his sake and to gather some genealogy of the family.  My cousin, Dick, had flown down from Alaska for some sightseeing and band camp.  He arrived about the first part of June and we left on our journey for out west about the 26th of July.  He recalls being soaked one night as he slept outside the Microbus under a tarp, which blew off during a storm. (I notice the storm was on July 29, my birthday. We had all forgotten it. The storm topped it off as a good day to forget!) Dick also remembered that the bus had a difficult time chugging up the continental divide with 8 people aboard.  My footlocker for college was strapped on top. 

Edson relatives in about 1961


Grandma and Grandpa Stowell with the grandchildren 1961



Valentine, Dodge truck, Dad, and Heather in about 1982

My dad was to purchase about three or four more cars in his lifetime. His last vehicle was a Dodge truck. 

Below is the report written by Mom about our trip that summer of 1961. 










Tuesday, January 17, 2017

SHE GAVE ALL SHE HAD



I particularly enjoyed this story by Corrie Ten Boom from her book “Tramp for the Lord.” These verses from Mark 12 could be applied.

Mark 12: 42 And a poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, which make a penny.[f] 43 And he called his disciples to him and said to them, “Truly, I say to you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who are contributing to the offering box. 44 For they all contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.”


 One Finger For His Glory
We arrived at her apartment by night in order to escape detection.  We were in Russia(in the region of Lithuania on the Baltic Sea).  Ellen and I had climbed the steep stairs, coming through a small back door into the one room apartment.  It was jammed with furniture, evidence that the old couple had once lived in a much larger and much finer house.
The old woman was lying on a small sofa, propped up by pillows.  Her body was bent and twisted almost beyond recognition by the dread disease of multiple sclerosis.  Her aged husband spent all his time caring for her since she was unable to move off the sofa.
I walked across the room and kissed her wrinkled cheek.  She tried to look up but the muscles in her neck were atrophied so she could only roll her eyes upward and smile.  She raised her right hand, slowly, in jerks.  It was the only part of her body she could control and with her gnarled and deformed knuckles she caressed my face.  I reached over and kissed her index finger, for it was with this one finger that she so long glorified God.
Beside her couch was a vintage typewriter.  Each morning her faithful husband would rise, praising the Lord.  After caring for his wife’s needs and feeding her a simple breakfast, he would prop her into a sitting position on the couch, placing pillows all around her she would not topple over.  Then he would move that ancient black typewriter in front of her on a small table.  From an old cupboard he would remove a stack of cheap yellow paper.  Then, with that blessed one finger, she would begin to type.
All day and far into the night she would type.  She translated Christian books into Russian, Latvian and the language of her people.  Always using that one finger….peck…peck….peck, she typed out the pages.  Portions of the Bible, the books of Billy Graham, Watchman Nee and Corrie ten Boom.  All came from that typewriter…that was why I was there, to thank her.
She was hungry to hear news about these men of God she never met, yet whose books she had so faithfully translated.  We talked about Watchman Nee, who was then in prison in China, and I told her all I knew of his life and ministry.  I also told her of the wonderful ministry of Billy Graham and of the many people who were giving their lives to the Lord.
“Not only does she translater their books”, her husband said as he hovered close by during our conversations, “but she prays for these men everyday while she types.  Sometimes it takes a long time for her finger to hit the key, or for her to get the paper in the machine, but the time she is praying for those whose books she is working on”.
I looked at her wasted form on the sofa, her head pulled down and her feet curled back under her body.  ”Oh Lord, why don’t you heal her?”, I cried inwardly. Her husband sensing my anguish of soul, gave the answer.  ”God has a purpose in her sickness.  Every other Christian in the city is being watched by the secret police. But because she has been sick so long, no one ever looks in on her.  They leave us alone and she is the only person in all the city who can type quietly, undetected by the police”.
I looked around the tiny room, so jammed full of furniture from better days.  In one corner was the kitchen.  Beside the cupboard was her husbands “office”, a battered desk where he sorted out the pages that came from her typewriter, to pass then on to the Christians.  I thought of Jesus sitting over against the treasury, and my heart leaped for joy as I heard Jesus bless this old woman, who like the widow, had given all she had.


I Thessalonians 4:16 For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

MY DAD

Grace and Dave in backyard of the Burbank house 1947

My dad was an excellent driver.  As far as I know he never had one accident while driving up and down the coasts of the United States, and through all states in between.  I don’t remember our first car, which we probably owned in California before we moved to Alaska.  In Alaska we used the government van, which belonged to the Weather bureau.  I don’t remember ever riding in the van though.   I recollect walking everywhere in Fairbanks, as the school, church, and our aunt, uncle, and cousin’s house were near by.  We did ride in our riverboat down the Chena River several times during break up, which was in about July.  When one or the other of us needed to go to the rest room we would stop on one of the islands that had emerged as the river lowered, and use the outdoors.  My sister refused to use the outdoors as a rest room so we brought along a wooden potty chair for her to use on the island which we dubbed “Potty Chair” Island.


River boat on the right.  We would sing cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon.

My dad’s first car purchase when he arrived in Virginia, after our move from Alaska, while my mom, my 3 siblings, and I stopped to visit our grandparents near Spokane, WA, was a 1949 or 1950 two door, black Ford, with a front seat only.  The back had room for a seat but I believe my dad was of the opinion that you stack kids in the back just as you would the groceries.  Sometimes this plan didn’t work so well as they left me at church, one time, when they failed to count heads.  After that I stuck very close to my mother so I wasn’t forgotten.  We drove the Ford for several years until my next to the youngest brother, at 2 or 3 years of age, figured out how to climb into the car, release the emergency brake, and coast into the nearest tree.  My oldest brother, who was about fourteen, was furious as he had wanted to drive the car, but was forbidden to. 
Evy, Roberta, Jay, Davy in front.  Black 1949 or 1950 Ford in back.

It must have been sometime after my youngest brother was born in 1956 that we purchased a  VW Microbus.  We think it was either a 1955, 1956, or 1957 model.  My brother thinks he was about 4 years old at the time.

One October, Dad drove his, bald tired, Microbus up Belleview Blvd hill in Alexandria, Virginia on his way home from work.  He passed all the tract housing surrounded by freshly cut and edged smooth golf course emerald lawns sprinkled with the first snow of the season.  The street had barely an inch of snow. But many others could not ascend the steep road because of slipping and sliding back down to the bottom not being able to maneuver on the slushy street.  Dad had no trouble maneuvering around those who had failed to make the assent.  He had grown up in Spokane, Washington, and knew how to drive in adverse conditions. 


This must have been owned by my brother Jay or it could have been purchased after the last one was sold.  We tended to use Jay's cars as a second car as long as he got to drive it

The lawn at our house was the only lawn, which was brown at that time.  Although the snow did start greening it a bit. We conserved water even then in the 50’s by not watering. We didn’t have to mow our grass as a result. 

More later.