tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11697660590089411012024-03-17T20:03:56.656-07:00Overcoming Our Genes Jeremiah 17: 9 "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?" Romans 3:23 "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.comBlogger703125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-20505527633188206302024-02-23T10:31:00.000-08:002024-02-25T16:50:41.878-08:00OLD IS GOOD<p><br /></p><div class="post-content" style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #516064; float: left; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 38.333em;"><h3 class="wp-block-heading" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></h3><figure class="wp-block-image" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWt65zUKEgCyNEOkMpaR_cIh3ROb4U4kH3s5DkDPcIEOFfySFHm9XYehTsl5D-4Ea7WMTHcc1YQ-38UegrPw_TBN5V8jxRop-tQV-zw_9HcgZlZPetyGW97ORaqRtFDEe5nl_r3pn5jlwQcmGYNjHti4Hqou2AteVYH9vf8OYYHndi-UXVNQqoIXZyA6QM/s4000/Navaho.jpeg" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #ff8a00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWt65zUKEgCyNEOkMpaR_cIh3ROb4U4kH3s5DkDPcIEOFfySFHm9XYehTsl5D-4Ea7WMTHcc1YQ-38UegrPw_TBN5V8jxRop-tQV-zw_9HcgZlZPetyGW97ORaqRtFDEe5nl_r3pn5jlwQcmGYNjHti4Hqou2AteVYH9vf8OYYHndi-UXVNQqoIXZyA6QM/w400-h250/Navaho.jpeg" style="background: 0px 0px; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a></figure><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Photo by Chris</p><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When I was younger, if I walked into an antique or vintage store, I would feel immediately overwhelmed. I see nothing but “old”stuff. It has no value for me. But then I read T. Davis Bunn’s trilogy of-- “Florians Gate,” “The Amber Room,” and “Winter Palace,” published in 1992 and 1993. The plot involved antiques smuggled out of a communist nation into the free world and sold. Then the money was smuggled back to the people to buy food. From then on I decided old was good. These old things could save lives. So we have a few old things that may buy food for somebody some day. Chris photographed them. We have the photos for sale on Shutterstock <a href="https://www.shutterstock.com/&nbsp" rel="nofollow" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #ff8a00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">https://www.shutterstock.com/&nbsp</a>; and IStock <a href="https://www.istockphoto.com/" rel="nofollow" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #ff8a00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">https://www.istockphoto.com/</a>.</span></p><figure class="wp-block-image" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR69jXi__7BEHVO8STELF9f14I2yssUC0L1Ss-9UByEtLnCJU0Y2VIOJWho-ZDGmWCzDgwuG3-t_5ATdhc7qDvciZJQ1pvCPhzzhyphenhyphen-knBqOQlvqU6ss_gYK5WFIEUcN2mGmnLzQFlM72XSZURzveowO10EjfAgx4pMT-CpjPGeEONemoKzE-IA9l8-fcg/s464/Screenshot%202024-02-22%20at%207.45.15%E2%80%AFPM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; 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font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzN0Up-Zn_NOL_6DeV0-tf3LTTdIBpaL9MmppX6WBr3AP41kb-KhsdriNlF-wsjpHjG3C3XbneKlnavP9LnX2oS98t-w5z8Gsb_JzfLi71eCVN45UDrQ4TC7HZkyOZA9kcbVdnYeycHQJn3B2PAtOUVV8nErQqE2CL3HwuDPBVtVmC9T03TdKgpLGMfjN/s359/Screenshot%202024-02-22%20at%207.45.38%E2%80%AFPM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #ff8a00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWzN0Up-Zn_NOL_6DeV0-tf3LTTdIBpaL9MmppX6WBr3AP41kb-KhsdriNlF-wsjpHjG3C3XbneKlnavP9LnX2oS98t-w5z8Gsb_JzfLi71eCVN45UDrQ4TC7HZkyOZA9kcbVdnYeycHQJn3B2PAtOUVV8nErQqE2CL3HwuDPBVtVmC9T03TdKgpLGMfjN/w640-h452/Screenshot%202024-02-22%20at%207.45.38%E2%80%AFPM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; 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border: none; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a></figure><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Photo by Chris</p><figure class="wp-block-image" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8swr4elutU-CxQ0PNldMVtUqR4RnMEbSetkNUJCyPXYFO8BFncL-p2GZQDfEPOBMirSN8SugSNBBbDSU43_pcor8UhE0AyvzquAQFgYjuq-wA70TwydVnzOiZ7yZ9gFbSoE_Fe9W04pCMW7g8LX_DktbolzPQHXaOfhEFQX7ITmK_Un7cecGIvUusayX/s260/Screenshot%202024-02-23%20at%209.31.41%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #ff8a00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8swr4elutU-CxQ0PNldMVtUqR4RnMEbSetkNUJCyPXYFO8BFncL-p2GZQDfEPOBMirSN8SugSNBBbDSU43_pcor8UhE0AyvzquAQFgYjuq-wA70TwydVnzOiZ7yZ9gFbSoE_Fe9W04pCMW7g8LX_DktbolzPQHXaOfhEFQX7ITmK_Un7cecGIvUusayX/w640-h546/Screenshot%202024-02-23%20at%209.31.41%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a></figure><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Photo by Chris</p><figure class="wp-block-image" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-HkhhEIvMwGYZPwtEFDYAVG6aa3IMf5hFyff0atVwpdn_tmWC7DGMN7C2_XKWlfAZPcvE5AKDPpfQ5ox1op_MUgyFkKpjsN70-Pbe6wz84qvUmhXVNzSMAi33ut0_oIWEBjlOGZq6_rVe01RODhTLxnVxhNnIX_iGJt7a5tqLWqlYZMWH5qPW9Y7A96S/s290/Screenshot%202024-02-23%20at%209.33.01%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; 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border: none; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a></figure><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Photo by Chris</p><figure class="wp-block-image" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px 0px 1em; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQPctzz2eU8RGZ6rYdi4bEfhXiflcA5jnndXoPAmXNxvKsKY_8CUvUFkY_d3JYYinRXOPf4CIMgZCmKTtut1NpQC2WmbDw2bknn5WutfhIASPrvWXz1b2xnGY4D0_74bQTQrya6-eyFXAYtNQTVb278f5V8uiWDySajzKis7utVXVhKlNLNicVOBCoHqC/s232/Screenshot%202024-02-23%20at%209.36.55%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #ff8a00; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQPctzz2eU8RGZ6rYdi4bEfhXiflcA5jnndXoPAmXNxvKsKY_8CUvUFkY_d3JYYinRXOPf4CIMgZCmKTtut1NpQC2WmbDw2bknn5WutfhIASPrvWXz1b2xnGY4D0_74bQTQrya6-eyFXAYtNQTVb278f5V8uiWDySajzKis7utVXVhKlNLNicVOBCoHqC/w615-h640/Screenshot%202024-02-23%20at%209.36.55%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="background: 0px 0px; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a></figure><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.167em; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Photo by Chris</p><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;">Proverbs 27:</span></p><p style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: large;">23 Be sure you know the condition of your flocks,<br /> give careful attention to your herds;<br /><sup>24 </sup>for riches do not endure forever,<br /> and a crown is not secure for all generations.</span></p></div>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-2685418084915259452024-02-19T18:37:00.000-08:002024-02-19T21:12:34.717-08:00NOW FOR SOME GOOD NEWS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VKGEaQCM7e8" width="320" youtube-src-id="VKGEaQCM7e8"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">Even if you are not a fan of women's college basketball this is a once in a generation talent. Enjoy seeing this 6 minute video.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Romans 12:6-8 <span class="text Rom-12-6" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" id="en-NIV-28252" style="background-color: white;">We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith;</span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Rom-12-7" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" id="en-NIV-28253" style="background-color: white;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">7 </span>if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach;</span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Rom-12-8" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" id="en-NIV-28254" style="background-color: white;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">8 </span>if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.</span></span></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-67083496752373456822024-02-12T10:06:00.000-08:002024-02-12T10:06:13.962-08:00CONTEXT<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hzEL4h1vq7o" width="320" youtube-src-id="hzEL4h1vq7o"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A fun video about taking Bible verses out of context. Back to Bible study for me. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">II Timothy 2:15 <span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved,</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;"> a worker </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.</span></span></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-34147411436356961402024-01-31T15:20:00.000-08:002024-01-31T15:20:11.758-08:00IT'S ALL HAPPENING!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPYh0uZdFR_OHB7oeTyxW3G4Zb7WOyR-xm3xkSkHSgoRDU7vUpo6wkvddH-ML5c_6cKy4f30Qtntkl9Z9mIw8Ny3GjQUtY0oOGEYd8yxSSVEy2vRqnwqWLhY36ErRAWQIJrV-bzBYIx_nD2GFs1Sd1Cxz2_pCakTmYRhmg5w7IS1Q4HAaRN2zulRo5SK6/s406/IMGP1346.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="406" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPYh0uZdFR_OHB7oeTyxW3G4Zb7WOyR-xm3xkSkHSgoRDU7vUpo6wkvddH-ML5c_6cKy4f30Qtntkl9Z9mIw8Ny3GjQUtY0oOGEYd8yxSSVEy2vRqnwqWLhY36ErRAWQIJrV-bzBYIx_nD2GFs1Sd1Cxz2_pCakTmYRhmg5w7IS1Q4HAaRN2zulRo5SK6/w640-h402/IMGP1346.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Artist rendition "Jews for Jesus" magazine cover 1990's</div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's all happening! You may ask what I mean by this. All the prophecies in the Bible seem to be dovetailing. God's plan is coming together before our eyes. If you have never read the Bible now is a good time to start. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My dad thought, from his study of the Bible, that Jesus would make His second appearing in 1984. It didn't happen. But now that Israel is surrounded by enemies according to scripture-- God will fight their battle for their good and His glory. This is good news to those whose names are written in the Book of Life. But bad news to those who have rejected Jesus as the only way to eternal life. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>II Corinthians 6:1-2 </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier;"> Working together with him, then, we appeal to you not to receive the grace of God in vain. 2 For he says,</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">“In a favorable time I listened to you,<br />and in a day of salvation I have helped you.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Behold, now is the favorable time; behold, now is the day of salvation.</span></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-46506162206612569482024-01-13T14:06:00.000-08:002024-01-14T09:25:19.695-08:00FIREWORKS EVERY NIGHT<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26ag0RDcXNlpe5QhqN_3qEL7UQZcYxzewFm-IVHDWMUNZfSGmLupZjAQ9_RnNS-YhmMcT65CzdnY38jzVMBnMD2RrfeoAj7ifIhcxLN1tYy13Fv7sn6zqaSdEdbIWzJr_jCM11BQN3leQrhUC34YpLldHJiQGuOO3HlmuRhDYY1lnBmiswPR1EwiP0vhC/s607/Marv%20Butler%20photo130.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="596" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26ag0RDcXNlpe5QhqN_3qEL7UQZcYxzewFm-IVHDWMUNZfSGmLupZjAQ9_RnNS-YhmMcT65CzdnY38jzVMBnMD2RrfeoAj7ifIhcxLN1tYy13Fv7sn6zqaSdEdbIWzJr_jCM11BQN3leQrhUC34YpLldHJiQGuOO3HlmuRhDYY1lnBmiswPR1EwiP0vhC/w393-h400/Marv%20Butler%20photo130.jpeg" width="393" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by Marv Butler 1974</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Night after night we were treated to a fireworks show that summer of 1974. Who ever thought that the "Ingrown Empire," as my dad called it, would produce such a wonderful Exposition. Relatives and friends came out of nowhere to visit us as we were then living in Spokane. The railroad clock tower and the merry- go-round, built years ago, were revitalized.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVIVH1Axvvv9s-fbevoDy2X14BX_F-G2wQhxVaHGR8RRYf_6tNmisT-oaCzxRr6zgtYlBnvhu0BQrz2aMI1mKp80Yv05KSaGDJFl3gJiTjZQg7sBEhns8DJp2T2X3_0ZKwUB3GX7Hu62aRs6_nLThoY5t-oRc0PrzxaUPWYrwPHLdF1H-BNMFzqj3smz4/s937/Spokane958.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="937" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVIVH1Axvvv9s-fbevoDy2X14BX_F-G2wQhxVaHGR8RRYf_6tNmisT-oaCzxRr6zgtYlBnvhu0BQrz2aMI1mKp80Yv05KSaGDJFl3gJiTjZQg7sBEhns8DJp2T2X3_0ZKwUB3GX7Hu62aRs6_nLThoY5t-oRc0PrzxaUPWYrwPHLdF1H-BNMFzqj3smz4/w400-h260/Spokane958.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry-go-round and clock tower. Photo by Chris 2005</div><span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Spokane Falls came into view as the railroad tracks and trestles were removed. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RdERIXnxQ3zLC38RzS8lKvAQPZonwV2cs6rreocZxKVqNZNASO8dZlMY8BGZ8sy2WhjKN_-q6PDNNXeaJH08SwzxG-4y7uqZJXly8CICbEuC3M4yEOrKNBQ5kic1daVeqLodYe-f6lrL6R1_rA1XhH_iAGTxWAGFQwfBX_hnIdFrRSUV0uY1RnWeuacn/s2048/Spokane%20Falls.%20LC%20reunion%20jpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="2048" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5RdERIXnxQ3zLC38RzS8lKvAQPZonwV2cs6rreocZxKVqNZNASO8dZlMY8BGZ8sy2WhjKN_-q6PDNNXeaJH08SwzxG-4y7uqZJXly8CICbEuC3M4yEOrKNBQ5kic1daVeqLodYe-f6lrL6R1_rA1XhH_iAGTxWAGFQwfBX_hnIdFrRSUV0uY1RnWeuacn/w640-h478/Spokane%20Falls.%20LC%20reunion%20jpg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by Chris 2005</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chris, as a photographer for the Spokane Daily Chronicle, back then, had a season pass. I purchased one for me. Heather, three years old, was free. <span face="minion-pro, Constantia, "Droid Serif", Georgia, "Minion Web Pro", "Minion Web", Minion, "Lucida Bright", Lucidabright, "Lucida Serif", Lucida, "DejaVu LGC Serif", "DejaVu Serif", "Bitstream Vera Serif", "Liberation Serif", "Nimbus Roman No9 L", "Century Schoolbook L", Norasi, Rekha, serif" style="background-color: white;">On May 4, 1974, President Nixon officially declared the fair open, in a ceremony attended by 85,000. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">What did we see? The U.S. pavilion was by far the biggest, covering 179,250 square feet, under a 14-story tall steel mast. It housed an IMAX theatre. The Russian Pavalion displayed a massive head of Lenin. The Japan Pavilion featured a serene formal garden, yet dwelt on the country's many environmental horrors. The Republic of China's fan-shaped pavilion contained one of the fair's biggest hits: a multimedia show on a 180-degree screen, with "three movie projectors and 28 slide projectors" along with rear-screen projector to simulate "lightning, fireworks and a moonrise." </span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Canada's exhibit was on the newly renamed Canada Island (formerly Cannon Island or Crystal Island). </span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">The weather that summer was perfect. Now, in 2024, we will be celebrating the 50th anniversary of the fair. I won't be surprised if we have fireworks! Makes me think of the 1944 movie, "Meet me in St. Louis," where the following song was performed. </span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">Meet me in St. Louis, Louis</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">Meet me at the fair</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">Don't tell me the lights are shining</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">Any place but there</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">We will dance the hoochie coochie</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">I will be your tootsie wootsie</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Programme, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">Meet me at the fair-- </span></span><span face="Programme, Arial, sans-serif">Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p></div></span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-81875705780337067642023-12-14T10:21:00.000-08:002023-12-14T16:47:07.969-08:00MOST MEMORIABLE CHRISTMAS GIFT<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiI3V9Zl1fhD_1ZOKtmh23bLqRG1oN9I22B60gkUQgf0kST6a1Syo-5K9y86LO0k23beFHCf9WpGrFGwUaO3e6S0uGEGdGBaYu40EJy-rlKcIMt-99ZnxpWSG605mbfVnTP0PCLkogBLO2sKeXq6avGz1o7GGPtX5lrw78k2-ZAa9ABe0PoiUVv9wbg9O/s1024/Roberta%20Burbank262_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="1024" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiI3V9Zl1fhD_1ZOKtmh23bLqRG1oN9I22B60gkUQgf0kST6a1Syo-5K9y86LO0k23beFHCf9WpGrFGwUaO3e6S0uGEGdGBaYu40EJy-rlKcIMt-99ZnxpWSG605mbfVnTP0PCLkogBLO2sKeXq6avGz1o7GGPtX5lrw78k2-ZAa9ABe0PoiUVv9wbg9O/w400-h284/Roberta%20Burbank262_1024.jpeg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Me with our new swing set 1947</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I remember the fun my brother Jay and I had one Christmas morning when we followed a string from our Christmas tree out to our backyard. We were delighted with a new swing set complete with a slide and climbing bars. The playset was my favorite gift of all time as I could climb and swing as much as I desired. I was able to "fly-away.” Apparently I had also received a new blanket as seen in the picture. I can imagine the softness on my face.</span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">For some, gift giving comes naturally. My Aunt Jeanne was an expert at finding just the right gift. For others like me we struggle to stay within our budget and yet choose presents that will please others. I have two whammys against me. First I deal with chronic pain every day and dread the pain shopping will bring me. Second I'm cheap and don't have a clue as to what would be received, appreciated and be within my budget. </span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">But shopping for some people is made easier if they are clear on what they like. For instance, shopping for my Grandma Isabel, in her later years, was easy. She asked for gifts that would be consumable. One year I bought her a 5 lb box of mandarin oranges. She ate so many of them she developed canker sores. But she did appreciate my gift.</span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">But the greatest gift is Jesus who gifted Himself to us this Christmas and through all time-- Ephesians 2:8 "For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God..."</span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What was your most memorable Christmas gift? What gift you gave pleased others the most? </span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As for my favorite gift of all time I'm reminded of one of my favorite poems "The Swing" written by Robert Louis Stevenson:</span></p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><div class="o-vr o-vr_12x" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0px 0px 60px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="c-feature" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.231; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="c-feature-bd" style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.3; margin: 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-poem isActive" data-view="PoemView" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">How do you like to go up in a swing,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Up in the air so blue?<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Ever a child can do!<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Up in the air and over the wall,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Till I can see so wide,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Rivers and trees and cattle and all<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Over the countryside—<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Till I look down on the garden green,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Down on the roof so brown—<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;">Up in the air I go flying again,<br /></div><div style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 1em; text-indent: -1em; vertical-align: baseline;"> Up in the air and down!<br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="o-grid" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: adobe-garamond-pro, Garamond, Baskerville, "Baskerville Old Face", "Hoefler Text", "Times New Roman", serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="o-grid-col o-grid-col_10of12" style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; float: left; font-family: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; vertical-align: baseline; width: 638.359px;"></div></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JXEtMSvriCec8W8fsDnrPTsirStDMW3ue96h3B1r6-mLsV82VbiePMXfCCfA-3F2rJtZqeJaUOZgYovwpgxKIiGwEmB0-m67jfkW9T2Zs7vdE_UNtbPIAv7QijrQRnHOuNw0wRFerOVtjl3zoegUsJCipxNHduELrVJpI4FKizC9zjOziBiHuQdbcJ_i/s1881/Natalie741.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="1881" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JXEtMSvriCec8W8fsDnrPTsirStDMW3ue96h3B1r6-mLsV82VbiePMXfCCfA-3F2rJtZqeJaUOZgYovwpgxKIiGwEmB0-m67jfkW9T2Zs7vdE_UNtbPIAv7QijrQRnHOuNw0wRFerOVtjl3zoegUsJCipxNHduELrVJpI4FKizC9zjOziBiHuQdbcJ_i/w640-h422/Natalie741.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Granddaughter Natalie. 2012 Photo by Chris. </span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-54757528586692134202023-12-04T11:31:00.000-08:002024-01-22T18:40:49.697-08:00DREAMS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCu9LE_jQuzl5uNzpMTl1KGqytzt8RHZcfvAmHEN6zsCQTr4mmfOlx53QwBtJ6iS4m64oXGL-beyqbpYDuTLpvX8V-U0yXhm7gLn7tVrYH4zDba8zJT5vREMD8zuWRQ-5OXkI_vy1vw92HVmBcfoouSHk5zR95wwx7E4j2Tblj7jodWVsOoHP6sRhrXeV9/s489/Scan%204.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="379" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCu9LE_jQuzl5uNzpMTl1KGqytzt8RHZcfvAmHEN6zsCQTr4mmfOlx53QwBtJ6iS4m64oXGL-beyqbpYDuTLpvX8V-U0yXhm7gLn7tVrYH4zDba8zJT5vREMD8zuWRQ-5OXkI_vy1vw92HVmBcfoouSHk5zR95wwx7E4j2Tblj7jodWVsOoHP6sRhrXeV9/w310-h400/Scan%204.jpeg" width="310" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Heather on the left. Photo by Chris. Dance recital 1977. Might have been "A Midsummer Night's Dream." </div><p><span style="font-size: large;">When I was fifteen I didn't have a dream. I didn't need one as I had home, school with extra curricular activities, church and youth group. I was busy -- but I lacked one thing. A dream. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The world was recovering from World War II back then. Families were settling down. Schools were being built along with new housing and new churches. At Groveton High School we were a bunch of middle class kids. I had no ambition but to do the least amount of homework while watching TV. My parents planned for me to attend college at the end of high school. I had no objection to that. Still I had no dream. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then I met my long time friend Nancy in biology class at Groveton. We discussed many things and then somehow settled on the dream of traveling to Norway. We started a business selling sticks of gum at school. We made 1 cent on each pack. I think that at the end of our senior year we had enough to buy cherry cokes at the soda fountain in the drugstore in Belleview shopping center. That was the end of that dream.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It was the summer after my junior year in college that I realized I would have to make some plan for what I would do after college. I had worked at everything from waitress, to janitor, also switchboard operator, and library assistant. Of course, with no advanced training, and being an eternal optimist, I settled on becoming a "Rockette" in New York. Another idea was to travel to Korea and work as a "Gray Lady" with the American Red Cross. So these were my new dreams. First I sent a letter to the Director of Rockettes in New York. This is the reply I received:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2wvboloalcjXzUWuKt9T-u05Ly5jFxSpRe09bXjogR94IFoadV536mwkU2hK_O0wsqLrvinQxx2dg5fZipXa6b5nXxW4v0kinHsR9kthXY-yoP5kytlhVGx6rA2Tp0GgaAmKJ36vu5UnJ_3nyeObt3MQFLgrCcaOcOfOdikmsjfkO8cKi-qln3jdp6zc/s6512/Rockette.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6512" data-original-width="5054" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2wvboloalcjXzUWuKt9T-u05Ly5jFxSpRe09bXjogR94IFoadV536mwkU2hK_O0wsqLrvinQxx2dg5fZipXa6b5nXxW4v0kinHsR9kthXY-yoP5kytlhVGx6rA2Tp0GgaAmKJ36vu5UnJ_3nyeObt3MQFLgrCcaOcOfOdikmsjfkO8cKi-qln3jdp6zc/w496-h640/Rockette.jpeg" width="496" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I was 5' 4 3/4". Could I pass as 5'5"? In the fall of my senior year I met Chris. He was the campus yearbook and newspaper photographer. We went out one time. But then in January I needed a photographer to take a picture of me that made me look tall. So I contacted my friend Chris and asked if he would photograph me. He would. </span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>But then even with the full length photograph in hand I did not want to travel to New York alone. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>(I found out recently that two of my high school classmates had moved to New York after college. One has recently passed away. Her good friend wrote this tribute to her. Here is their story<i>: </i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><i>"</i></span><i>After college she followed her interest in dance and in 1968, she became my roommate in the East Village. Freddi and I took dance classes at Merce Cunningham studio. I still do some dance exercises she showed me. She and I would often dance and do yoga in the empty apartment across the hall. One day as we tried to go in, we realized that Dean Evenson (my future husband) had moved in. Life evolved and when Freddi met Alan her life changed in a wonderful way. I appreciated that we were able to stay in touch when I came to New York and even got to stay in their lovely flat on 10</i><sup style="font-style: italic;">th</sup><i> Street.")</i></span></div><div><span>_________________________________________________________________________________<a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">So since I had no one to travel with my dream changed. Instead of traveling to New York or to Korea after college I married my friend, Chris, the photographer. But God has given me a new dream. He has blessed us with wonderful children and grandchildren. (Our daughter took dance lessons because of my influence.) I chalk it up to God answering my prayers. I prayed with many "<a href="https://momsinprayer.org/">Moms in Prayer</a>" groups over the years. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span>So in addition to my prayer that God would make me into a good wife, parent, grandparent, He has given me a new dream to lead a "Moms in Prayer" group. Also, I want to reach out to our neighbors and invite them to church. I also want to be a mentor to young women. </span><span>These are dreams that will affect lives for eternity. </span><span>So God gave me new dreams. </span></span></div><div><span><!--more--></span><span style="font-size: large;">______________________________________________________</span></div><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">What lies before me</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">What stands between</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">No one can tell me</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">What I have seen</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Some see the tarnish</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I see the gleam</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I have to wonder</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I have to dream</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">One dream can change you</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">One dream can make</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">All the difference</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">One heart can take</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I dream of flying</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I'm in mid-air</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I have to wonder</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">What's out there</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The skies the limit</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Today's the day</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">(the) Heavens are still there</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">When skies are gray</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Some days are better</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Than they seem</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Some days are better</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Because you dream</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">On rainbows to rainbows</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">On starlight to star</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">To dream isn't that what</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Tomorrow is for</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Only a dreamer knows what I know</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">What it's like to wonder</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">And then let go</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">On rainbows to rainbows</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I know what I seem</p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I have to wonder</p><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 17px;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-decoration-line: underline;">I have to dream </span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 17px;">song by </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 17px;">JD Hinton / Rick Solem / Ross Vannelli</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></div>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-88580607017567976542023-11-15T18:59:00.000-08:002023-11-24T10:56:38.410-08:00GIVING THANKS<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZWHs-jJoPl_3D1agrjPYJ6xzv2y9-fdpganjj1hlFwAEdfP4WmVbW7inR8_UvTSU7V9QIFgpeFkfxJtfLaJWmqahy9Gz8bFmt06Vfa438MVFjqDU45tWeHs5D3wNuOB3j-QM9A3B-6yndXci8SLJe97ZQwewRwPlUdGAVIL9qwB-qmX2pIOiK_w8-gBA/s1280/appetizers%20copy.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZWHs-jJoPl_3D1agrjPYJ6xzv2y9-fdpganjj1hlFwAEdfP4WmVbW7inR8_UvTSU7V9QIFgpeFkfxJtfLaJWmqahy9Gz8bFmt06Vfa438MVFjqDU45tWeHs5D3wNuOB3j-QM9A3B-6yndXci8SLJe97ZQwewRwPlUdGAVIL9qwB-qmX2pIOiK_w8-gBA/w300-h400/appetizers%20copy.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Appetizers by Jessie. Photo by Bobbi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Something that I am thankful for is that we celebrate Thanksgiving in America. When we lived on our boat in Mexico it wasn't celebrated there. We hired a local to roast a turkey for us for the day. It didn't taste the same as turkeys do in the U. S. (We hoped it wasn't a pelican as we noticed there were not as many fishing in the bay the next day.) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>E</span><span>ach year </span><span>I like to contemplate all our blessings. Having a federal holiday set aside helps to unify Americans to all be together in our thanks. I imagine my ancestors making a big meal that day. Many had settled in New England as early as the 1600's. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span>When my maternal grandfather arrived in Spokane in 1910 on the first</span></span><span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> Sunday, up on the highest hill he could find, overlooking the city, he prayed and planned....</span></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">He hoped that his story would help all freedom loving people into a fuller and richer life here on earth, and cause them to think of what is in store for them in the life hereafter.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span></span></div><p class="p2" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 17px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="1024" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJYBhIbFemB4HH9CqnSvHFMxwlgZVt1Tx2dFtHHY1rK2h24t2lKEkd2ebfhSttY-hWEBk6N-upneE0yG5X4CJckbyWSFuq-z79IwGIV98J7gKOUX-9I8jVwkSTJw1v07BVwj210ijMB-ChDZiSKaCtkZaX_jLoz6RNqo-Wh_7aoS3NV7I9UEeNHXyAhFQ/w400-h275/Smoked%20Turkey_1024.jpeg" width="400" /></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJYBhIbFemB4HH9CqnSvHFMxwlgZVt1Tx2dFtHHY1rK2h24t2lKEkd2ebfhSttY-hWEBk6N-upneE0yG5X4CJckbyWSFuq-z79IwGIV98J7gKOUX-9I8jVwkSTJw1v07BVwj210ijMB-ChDZiSKaCtkZaX_jLoz6RNqo-Wh_7aoS3NV7I9UEeNHXyAhFQ/s1024/Smoked%20Turkey_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Smoked turkey by Jessie. Photo by Chris.</div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were so happy to move back to the U.S. Our son-in-law Jessie is a master at smoking a turkey.</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbQNl6Nbmnrc_Se9-rcGnG9KiOH_CeKZRO2JMKC1nwfThrfAivQWWz1uI5BSjX7174tMYa9l0iiP25A4NMwCeWGgkzcXwuZ4_murCWRa4Cjf3pRbrKgV8_7VaH8v-hE4RY7Pkv4RjwTpxoXLxFC7X1m8y2QpGGr1eL-lap3rRdTg6ycSSnRigvBDrhPft/s1024/thumb_2013-11-29%2006.30.21_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbQNl6Nbmnrc_Se9-rcGnG9KiOH_CeKZRO2JMKC1nwfThrfAivQWWz1uI5BSjX7174tMYa9l0iiP25A4NMwCeWGgkzcXwuZ4_murCWRa4Cjf3pRbrKgV8_7VaH8v-hE4RY7Pkv4RjwTpxoXLxFC7X1m8y2QpGGr1eL-lap3rRdTg6ycSSnRigvBDrhPft/w640-h480/thumb_2013-11-29%2006.30.21_1024.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Casserole by Chris. Photo by Bobbi.</div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We added marshmellow and pecan topped baked yams to our menu for the holidays. Daughter Heather would set the table with her fraternal great grandmother's Lamberton Ivory China Made in America Dolly Madison pattern.</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzbuFZCp4WGkZmc9xYs-XBp-ympvvMPsVh4s9nLrgE-zC-oSJwwGz0xXKdNegG1uzAQDCTPcspc6GwMPPsbpI9aOBwwxwGDaG9ngrZoOqbf4vOoGgTXQqLoQ-wCgKstuiHb1nMjRgYC7O6Of041eqLkS6f5c2fk9s1v5rpFa9S0OhGaKgOrqCvauVTg73/s2551/IMG_0001.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="2551" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfzbuFZCp4WGkZmc9xYs-XBp-ympvvMPsVh4s9nLrgE-zC-oSJwwGz0xXKdNegG1uzAQDCTPcspc6GwMPPsbpI9aOBwwxwGDaG9ngrZoOqbf4vOoGgTXQqLoQ-wCgKstuiHb1nMjRgYC7O6Of041eqLkS6f5c2fk9s1v5rpFa9S0OhGaKgOrqCvauVTg73/w640-h226/IMG_0001.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here are some pictures from Thanksgivings past</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp19S8JosR7AJBysuMAIXov_S-H_QPXkTelomfrnZhF3Q4Ge_AUxFLB_KPQ8yc4XV07VSi7BH9hVCHJZ8PQ7Qqbo5W9jV4yD0lA4G-JQdG86m226zXSm2BL5rwOnJlW66s-YWaVgko5p_PuaKRqtJKm8eOtrc7N9BiVl2D5jdCfXwCEOK7ThIblDwa-4aT/s421/Heather's%20birthday%201972_1024%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="388" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp19S8JosR7AJBysuMAIXov_S-H_QPXkTelomfrnZhF3Q4Ge_AUxFLB_KPQ8yc4XV07VSi7BH9hVCHJZ8PQ7Qqbo5W9jV4yD0lA4G-JQdG86m226zXSm2BL5rwOnJlW66s-YWaVgko5p_PuaKRqtJKm8eOtrc7N9BiVl2D5jdCfXwCEOK7ThIblDwa-4aT/w590-h640/Heather's%20birthday%201972_1024%20(1).jpeg" width="590" /></a></div>Spokane 1972 Grandma Isabel, Robert, Jeanne, Hollis, Grandpa Claude, Ralph, Nan<br /><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjxb39TmbUgK5ePQKiyRokgJONeHY3jEKEVfmQMV5B5Vj2G14lh2Ji7KZk2RB9D3FkuxBvKcjFFZZC0nmSwiSXU1mQyHgBxn8BXCyHTskvU5B_V53_s3ibkFul-mncIn5LAlVdCjUHx6J0jvr9EO61vwTlNxgT6LDKLfvxQAeSYZQE94ylzfPEV27-uPU/s916/Alf%20and%20Janet%20Dinner001_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="911" data-original-width="916" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjxb39TmbUgK5ePQKiyRokgJONeHY3jEKEVfmQMV5B5Vj2G14lh2Ji7KZk2RB9D3FkuxBvKcjFFZZC0nmSwiSXU1mQyHgBxn8BXCyHTskvU5B_V53_s3ibkFul-mncIn5LAlVdCjUHx6J0jvr9EO61vwTlNxgT6LDKLfvxQAeSYZQE94ylzfPEV27-uPU/w640-h636/Alf%20and%20Janet%20Dinner001_1024.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1974 Thanksgiving in Spokane Heather, Grandma Isabel, Grandpa Claude, Alf, Janet, me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFj9O_8eqKGBC4RRElEM37u6bsYPUaQDjmbzrw4piOlTLOaEpQn_v21naIQwiD1A-nEN_frxrbcGOq_OhxSS-OrWzeG1RIGFihq4wqeuaKbmEwhODe2nxE0F-ABcuI6T6iIy6QI2dhJYDwXP_n7SnBUniw0y5pJUVpF3U8C3G-tE5jA9hclStpef0Vwed-/s1534/1985%20Stowell591.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1118" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFj9O_8eqKGBC4RRElEM37u6bsYPUaQDjmbzrw4piOlTLOaEpQn_v21naIQwiD1A-nEN_frxrbcGOq_OhxSS-OrWzeG1RIGFihq4wqeuaKbmEwhODe2nxE0F-ABcuI6T6iIy6QI2dhJYDwXP_n7SnBUniw0y5pJUVpF3U8C3G-tE5jA9hclStpef0Vwed-/w466-h640/1985%20Stowell591.jpeg" width="466" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandpa Dave</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3R9U9h33X5iO7hqAsW8jdO7v8Ed6hs5zBFTZkisvSGUGwCglf-BYvlWJL7KXyuDRIDRgF1pggJHKXq6gd6u12GlQR3laFdICgun__lwbneUwsd7QnDM2surEuZgrddjh1rJmuXnL4_nxh-fTy_SsX0U5ScVmGFqQ9EULnI6JB0NPfWfFhbj-bIwhKTz_/s1568/1985%20Stowell592.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1097" data-original-width="1568" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3R9U9h33X5iO7hqAsW8jdO7v8Ed6hs5zBFTZkisvSGUGwCglf-BYvlWJL7KXyuDRIDRgF1pggJHKXq6gd6u12GlQR3laFdICgun__lwbneUwsd7QnDM2surEuZgrddjh1rJmuXnL4_nxh-fTy_SsX0U5ScVmGFqQ9EULnI6JB0NPfWfFhbj-bIwhKTz_/w640-h448/1985%20Stowell592.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div>Redwood City Grace Grandma, Wayne, Sue, Davy, Evy, Dave Grandpa, Jack, Ruth, Martha, Jay</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeCUFeIh6Ku7aR_TAWQoba85cEJ8fF1-Cfhue9lxg-N4vOvFG9OSOS3Ixo3DXopn9bPY-AozzaKoPrMtc3yj2al1j4b-Pgy05P4T9MmQi7aFtxLGBXcfNMe2trfARiaGM32JDX_xjqvxClMu6nCWvUbbQfNcJvV_gcA_Ha3lSv_qvpvUriUEsoqDov16s/s1024/Thanksgiving%202005%20012_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeCUFeIh6Ku7aR_TAWQoba85cEJ8fF1-Cfhue9lxg-N4vOvFG9OSOS3Ixo3DXopn9bPY-AozzaKoPrMtc3yj2al1j4b-Pgy05P4T9MmQi7aFtxLGBXcfNMe2trfARiaGM32JDX_xjqvxClMu6nCWvUbbQfNcJvV_gcA_Ha3lSv_qvpvUriUEsoqDov16s/w640-h480/Thanksgiving%202005%20012_1024.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving in Redmond 2005 Jessie, Wayne, Mary, Grace Marie, me</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RpiKXwWJpqfxCN-QozN7hYfGG5cIKIMk-6VNXTjVLuGWS24klC1tvK_YMHn0zCBsShIFb6yJOlavguqCFxm-TuA_SYYzHBdH_xdSLNwHSPdemjcZT484dIuefhDIedFbucLchcuZrBgRcKAZKKSnaiWeF_5_fazkaR_mjocIiZq7QBVtjUoDNdhORAcT/s360/Willmons%20Thanksgiving388.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="360" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RpiKXwWJpqfxCN-QozN7hYfGG5cIKIMk-6VNXTjVLuGWS24klC1tvK_YMHn0zCBsShIFb6yJOlavguqCFxm-TuA_SYYzHBdH_xdSLNwHSPdemjcZT484dIuefhDIedFbucLchcuZrBgRcKAZKKSnaiWeF_5_fazkaR_mjocIiZq7QBVtjUoDNdhORAcT/w640-h398/Willmons%20Thanksgiving388.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanksgiving in Redmond Natalie, Jessie, Andrew, Heather, Samantha, Grandma Cindy</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsR1MU0JMHPaLOs6Vf_6ZA8Aau21qC70NwQNa8U1WQ1fWkb-wTewh2oGaEwX2n8vJwMQ0b3Tmhx8jWEEq3zPS1G3sluN7J2pzOY45_CPfNmbPreBj7HzFXPpPhmyHzO1C_S4bhbW_DwDjYNsHGt0kQ9esRF1ABIVkveJLMKw7gAb9p4PJsgsYikecdmMV/s1024/big%20table%20IMG_0343_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsR1MU0JMHPaLOs6Vf_6ZA8Aau21qC70NwQNa8U1WQ1fWkb-wTewh2oGaEwX2n8vJwMQ0b3Tmhx8jWEEq3zPS1G3sluN7J2pzOY45_CPfNmbPreBj7HzFXPpPhmyHzO1C_S4bhbW_DwDjYNsHGt0kQ9esRF1ABIVkveJLMKw7gAb9p4PJsgsYikecdmMV/w640-h480/big%20table%20IMG_0343_1024.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span>Thanksgiving in Carnation Wayne, Mary, Chris, friend, Natalie, Jessica, Jes, Samantha, Andrew</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1Ddd9wCTMfWa2HIZHhJF0ZMQNtFABJK-N4EOMyQmQIu6yNTNolju5GxRY3xG2TyjEKtsNSJ-M1K9lSZol736zQNZRK1Vc4zIG3HnOGmjXJU-WvKVAy7eP5-ebc0ooCY9VcPRPuz0alniGqOXMAIzGQTQ-mQ6ycOnMjWDhgvCSa9KijLF9-CwcBsIgo72/s4288/_DSC0020.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="4288" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy1Ddd9wCTMfWa2HIZHhJF0ZMQNtFABJK-N4EOMyQmQIu6yNTNolju5GxRY3xG2TyjEKtsNSJ-M1K9lSZol736zQNZRK1Vc4zIG3HnOGmjXJU-WvKVAy7eP5-ebc0ooCY9VcPRPuz0alniGqOXMAIzGQTQ-mQ6ycOnMjWDhgvCSa9KijLF9-CwcBsIgo72/w640-h426/_DSC0020.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Christmas in Carnation Jennifer, Heather, Jessie, Jessica, Jes, me, Samantha, Natalie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;">When we don't roast our own turkey we purchase a frozen turkey breast and roast that the next day. (I got the idea from our friend, Nan.) I like to bake a Marie Callender pumpkin pie as well. We add baked yams and a vegetable along with cranberry sauce. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We thank God for family and food and all the many wonderful blessings He showers on us every day. And as our first president, George Washington proclaimed in 1789:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor, and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me "to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-36919754010045278212023-11-03T11:26:00.002-07:002023-11-03T13:41:41.182-07:00DON'T FORGET TO REMEMBER<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnW32lN3_pIN-t_2uLZI-UF7GYTnJnXxZG8gTW9v15l-5F56qBNJyvYbOFqbHCwFkjKpeOmfC7dtwEZoHebs71jHunssrkPYtwXTwIb_GEg47rcYmQCBYexcTuvwSgkiNxD7vZcyqNYfAMt4KuccAzXrYPegloqIstXZwXT0SoiR6Wubb41Kd3-6m6RRVu/s620/Screenshot%202023-11-03%20at%2010.43.12%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="620" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnW32lN3_pIN-t_2uLZI-UF7GYTnJnXxZG8gTW9v15l-5F56qBNJyvYbOFqbHCwFkjKpeOmfC7dtwEZoHebs71jHunssrkPYtwXTwIb_GEg47rcYmQCBYexcTuvwSgkiNxD7vZcyqNYfAMt4KuccAzXrYPegloqIstXZwXT0SoiR6Wubb41Kd3-6m6RRVu/w400-h320/Screenshot%202023-11-03%20at%2010.43.12%E2%80%AFAM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqu7ad0uXuhvG7KT-K013Tamv3iRCudELETY0W7IQ2Wq9SD-nWKYECE9T4RG3oYI7Glr0HOVDU4lXEE8x744TB82S2DRZOkghrpkQtH_BPK8yBz-1ZeJpkz1cH3B1JAT4lSsFHKLMssFgMuZddbuQXLSLc1vlu3-PkWw7sHV6SznddNwTKXbMOwE3KC9q/s287/Screenshot%202023-11-03%20at%2010.28.08%E2%80%AFAM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="165" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqu7ad0uXuhvG7KT-K013Tamv3iRCudELETY0W7IQ2Wq9SD-nWKYECE9T4RG3oYI7Glr0HOVDU4lXEE8x744TB82S2DRZOkghrpkQtH_BPK8yBz-1ZeJpkz1cH3B1JAT4lSsFHKLMssFgMuZddbuQXLSLc1vlu3-PkWw7sHV6SznddNwTKXbMOwE3KC9q/w230-h400/Screenshot%202023-11-03%20at%2010.28.08%E2%80%AFAM.png" width="230" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The current crop of college students may have never heard of the holocaust of the Jews during World War II. Many have been taught that "white people" are the oppressors and that Jews are white. Thus the protests on college campuses. Some professors even lead these events. Parents have been advised to keep your college students home. Don't send them back to college.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span>My heart is broken for Israel right now. Once again they are surrounded by their enemies who want them "wiped off of the face of the earth." </span><span>Terrorists surround them and attack them daily. </span><span>China has actually removed Israel from their </span><a href="https://www.businessinsider.com/israel-name-conspicuously-absent-from-maps-on-chinese-internet-report-2023-10?op=1">maps</a><span>. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">We must teach others about the great lie that was believed during WW II. Watching the movie "Schindlers List"may help.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But we know the end of the story. Jesus wins!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 2.4rem; min-width: 0px;"><span class="text Rev-22-16" id="en-ESV-31081"><span class="woj"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">Revelation 22:16 </span>“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”</span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 2.4rem; min-width: 0px;"><span class="text Rev-22-17" id="en-ESV-31082"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">17 </span>The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.</span></p></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-84040682437436041142023-10-26T08:56:00.003-07:002023-10-26T09:04:22.117-07:00HONEY WINE SPICE CAKE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOhJnnGsbhVsAHDJxi3zTDUEFl-Z37iMCzmhfev-xxVlMx6qda_tw9NDlXBFxLqX1PHJxwvkeyiStycW7SOXiAh_oieDztKKWsJ81S1B47Pvpr3wGTG8SwfA8G89Y048GD4fqMPcqbXpIuQp42Wd0HGyMCvlO3_FSW54jIkGM0877lIeC28cXRyk1rpCC/s3736/White%20Cake.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="3736" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOhJnnGsbhVsAHDJxi3zTDUEFl-Z37iMCzmhfev-xxVlMx6qda_tw9NDlXBFxLqX1PHJxwvkeyiStycW7SOXiAh_oieDztKKWsJ81S1B47Pvpr3wGTG8SwfA8G89Y048GD4fqMPcqbXpIuQp42Wd0HGyMCvlO3_FSW54jIkGM0877lIeC28cXRyk1rpCC/w400-h305/White%20Cake.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cake by Rita. Photo by Chris.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Our family loves desserts but we try to cut down on eating sugar. Here is another recipe from Rita's cookbook-- "The Able Cookbook: Cooking without Cane." You may substitute artificial sweeteners for the honey.</p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1/2 cup shortening</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1 cup honey</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">3 eggs separated</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">3/4 cup dry white wine</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1 tablespoon molasses</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">2 1/2 cups sifted cake flour</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1 teaspoon salt</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1 teaspoon cinnamon</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1/2 teaspoon nutmeg</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1/4 teaspoon allspice</p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1/4 cup milk</p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Cream shortening and honey until light and fluffy. Add egg yolks and beat well. Ann wine, molasses and vanilla, mix well. Sift dry ingredients; add alternately with milk to creamed mixture, beating well after each addition. Beat egg whites until stiff but not dry and fold into mixture. Spoon into 2 greased and floured 9-inch cake pans. Bake at 350 for 25 to 30 minutes or until cake tests done. Cool on rack. </p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Fill and frost with butter cream frosting to which has been added 1/2 cup finely chopped pecans.</p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Ecclesiastes 8: 15 And I commend joy, for man has nothing better under the sun but to eat and drink and be joyful, for this will go with him in his toil through the days of his life that God has given him under the sun.</p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p3" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 13.2px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: #f7f7f7; color: #535353; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-4330674558010380452023-10-09T14:22:00.010-07:002023-10-10T11:43:35.549-07:00THIS ISN'T THE REAL STORY<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoY-K5Gzd8dVRllOBImvivjopwnf92_4jIcjjed3vAou-vZ1D0LJuy8HGUKPTXT9mFBdrzlVTVdkLDVDAqs4MTZXOekXETPx5aySgRrcfI-yNpAr27O0yDgW8TlqEVHxTPghaLnREkgmcUAJmqnIUaQ8TZHrNyX_8JCD-d1PBQsTEcOkHOl1QDK9VZL-4/s4032/IMG_0024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoY-K5Gzd8dVRllOBImvivjopwnf92_4jIcjjed3vAou-vZ1D0LJuy8HGUKPTXT9mFBdrzlVTVdkLDVDAqs4MTZXOekXETPx5aySgRrcfI-yNpAr27O0yDgW8TlqEVHxTPghaLnREkgmcUAJmqnIUaQ8TZHrNyX_8JCD-d1PBQsTEcOkHOl1QDK9VZL-4/w300-h400/IMG_0024.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">October 9, 2023 photo by Bobbi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">As I sit at my computer in our office, and gaze at the view from my window, I marvel at the peace and tranquility I observe. We are safe and serene here in our new condo; but around the world wars wage. The Russian invasion of Ukraine continues. Now we have Hamas terrorists yelling "Allahu akbar" as they invade Israel. There are fears that Hezbollah may also attack Israel. Under Iran's influence they fight a proxy war to wipe the Jews off the map. We pray for peace each day. We pray for comfort and safety for the innocent. We pray for healing for those who have lost loved ones. We pray for wisdom for the leaders who want peace. We pray for first responders. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">God tells us in His word to pray about everything. He also tells us to go and make disciples. So as wars wage we bring comfort to those we can and tell them that this isn't the real story. Jesus will return soon to rule-- we will have true peace then. Man cannot bring peace-- only Jesus can and He will. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I believe that all the prophecies in the Bible have been fulfilled-- except for the prophecy about Damascus. I trust that when Damascus is destroyed Jesus will return. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><p class="chapter-2" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; line-height: 2.4rem; min-width: 0px;"><span class="text Isa-17-1">Isaiah 17 An oracle concerning Damascus.1 </span>Behold, Damascus will cease to be a city and will become a heap of ruins.</p></span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-71054158994526469532023-09-13T18:56:00.009-07:002023-09-14T08:25:01.224-07:00THE BEAVER AND GOD<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iOHmlbMSYFM" width="320" youtube-src-id="iOHmlbMSYFM"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span>Ten years ago it was </span></span><span>acceptable </span><span>to talk about God on TV. </span><span>Here is a clip from the situation comedy "Leave it to Beaver." June Cleaver tells Beaver that God knows when he is lying. The Beaver lied about a dog bite, but he wants to know why it was OK for Dad to tell Mr. Rutherford that he couldn't come to his house because of another engagement (which was a lie.) </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Parenting is a difficult job!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Proverbs 19:5 </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">Even a child</span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;"> </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">makes himself known by his acts </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">by whether his conduct is pure and upright.</span></span></p><div class="poetry" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; margin-top: 1em; min-width: 0px; padding-left: 2.6em; position: relative;"><div><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Prov-20-11" style="position: relative;"><span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-ESV-16966a" data-link="[<a href="#fen-ESV-16966a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]" style="display: inline; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><a class="full-chap-link" href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2020&version=ESV" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; min-width: 0px;" title="View Full Chapter"></a>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-79496290306784463312023-09-09T11:16:00.005-07:002023-09-09T11:28:44.861-07:00PEACH CREAM CHEESE PIE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit451bEGv5p8TiXx5gttUbAcrLR4ERQiAh6DENm_G2LsNiAjKTE-0ez4y07fCO7-5PkEaVRaw55Lzg9cZnMEsHd28Z-THL2Iya3ZOO4F36E0UN4VT1kgzthdCOHfHzuW223HC9YtUCMKhUFFzpueYd-k1vGYLAFQcpHNYOoyoQz1_ZDvw5we4WPq21f9EV/s1024/cream%20cheese%20peach%20pie_1024.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="703" data-original-width="1024" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit451bEGv5p8TiXx5gttUbAcrLR4ERQiAh6DENm_G2LsNiAjKTE-0ez4y07fCO7-5PkEaVRaw55Lzg9cZnMEsHd28Z-THL2Iya3ZOO4F36E0UN4VT1kgzthdCOHfHzuW223HC9YtUCMKhUFFzpueYd-k1vGYLAFQcpHNYOoyoQz1_ZDvw5we4WPq21f9EV/w400-h275/cream%20cheese%20peach%20pie_1024.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pie by Rita. Photo by Chris.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">August and September is peach season in Washington State. There is still time to try this pie recipe from Rita's cookbook-- "The Able Cookbook: Cooking Without Cane."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">10 inch pie crust baked</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">6oz package cream cheese</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">1/4 cup fructose + 2 tbsp (may find at health food store)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 1/4 tsp vanilla</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 1/2 cups whipping cream</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 large peaches (peaches canned in their own juice may be used 16 oz)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 tsp lemon juice</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blend softened cream cheese with fructose and vanilla in a medium bowl. Whip cream in another medium bowl until stiff and fold into cream cheese mixture. Pour into cooled pie crust. Refrigerate. Slice peaches and toss with lemon juice. Arrange fruit on top of pie. If using canned peaches eliminate lemon juice. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Make glaze: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Combine 1 cup unsweetened apple juice with one tbsp corn starch in a saucepan. Cook over low heat stirring constantly until thickened and clear. Stir in 3 or 4 tbsp fructose or to taste. Cool. Spoon over pie. Chill.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We haven't tried it with any other sugar substitute but I'm sure it would be possible if you would like to try it. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>I Corinthians 15: 38</span><span class="versenum" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;"> </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">But God gives it a body as he has chosen, and to each kind of seed its own body.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-91500092365708714262023-08-26T09:33:00.004-07:002023-08-26T09:44:29.902-07:00BREATHING EASIER<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 22px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0.75em 0px 0px; position: relative;"><br /></h3><div class="post-header" style="font-size: 10.8px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-9150009236570871426" itemprop="description articleBody" style="font-size: 13.2px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 570px;"><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dp7hM4SQ3rI" style="display: inline;" width="320" youtube-src-id="dp7hM4SQ3rI"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Prayers went up for the victims, firefighters, and disaster workers here in eastern Washington when areas west and north of Spokane experienced wildfires. See You Tube above. We are east of Spokane so only dealt with the unhealthy air. The rain coming up from California helped clear the smoke and we are breathing easier now. As far as we can tell the maternal grandparent's farm in Four Lakes is safe. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Years ago in the 1960's Chris had a job on a pick up crew for fighting forest fires in this area. I will add his memories of this intense job later. Do you have any survival experiences with destructive fire? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="text Isa-43-1" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="position: relative;">Isaiah 43:1 But now thus says the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord </span>he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel:</span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;</span><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="background-color: white; font-family: monospace; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-1" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white; position: relative;">I have called you by name, you are mine. 2 </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; </span><span class="text Isa-43-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white; position: relative;">when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,</span><span class="indent-1" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-family: monospace; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-2" style="position: relative;">and the flame shall not consume you.</span></span></div><span class="text Isa-43-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white; position: relative;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-43-2" style="position: relative;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;" /></div></span></span></div><p> </p><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="text Isa-43-2" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white; position: relative;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-43-2" style="position: relative;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><span class="indent-1" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span></span>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-39256799395284425702023-08-16T11:02:00.009-07:002023-09-01T11:22:00.586-07:00WHAT HAPPENED TO THE JUSTICE SYSTEM?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHG7GIgmQfwo1jeOFyb8RmFj5aLwqUhzttZ2ltbsxVM8jm2hZoTF7yl5koYlX9WHuIzwl2HGVdXepPSTuzHHbsv7bWnfSjj3HNkz38FSiUACGvqmEFSOmQEzLs7lLlJfNvt8PVPJeaBoWCwz5jcKmfcLYoTTga-wKtByr-QutSvl9PW-sL9HZAIp43YSz/s1024/Storyboard.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHG7GIgmQfwo1jeOFyb8RmFj5aLwqUhzttZ2ltbsxVM8jm2hZoTF7yl5koYlX9WHuIzwl2HGVdXepPSTuzHHbsv7bWnfSjj3HNkz38FSiUACGvqmEFSOmQEzLs7lLlJfNvt8PVPJeaBoWCwz5jcKmfcLYoTTga-wKtByr-QutSvl9PW-sL9HZAIp43YSz/w300-h400/Storyboard.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grace Marie. 2011 Photo by Wayne</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">We need criminal justice reform. Why was the pet goat of a 9 year old girl slaughtered against her will? <a href="https://wng.org/podcasts/legal-docket-a-girl-and-her-goat-1691954764"><span class="s1" style="color: #0000e9;">Here </span></a>is the story. Maybe you have experienced injustice in your life. Apparently this is the human condition as "all have sinned." We need guidelines and those in authority to uphold justice. In our country we are assumed innocent until proven guilty. In many other countries Roman law is used-- you are guilty until you are proven innocent. </span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="s2" style="color: black;">In American history many ways of law enforcement have been used. </span><span class="s2"><span style="color: #0000e9;"><a href="https://www.britannica.com/topic/police/Early-police-in-the-United-States">This</a></span><span style="color: #262626;"> is from the Britannica. Then in 1974 Chuck Colson a</span></span><span style="color: #262626;">s a new Christian, voluntarily pled guilty to obstruction of justice and served seven months in Alabama’s Maxwell Prison for his part in the Watergate scandal.In 1976, he founded <a href="https://www.prisonfellowship.org/">Prison Fellowship</a></span><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/1169766059008941101/3925679939528442570#" style="color: #262626;"><span class="s1" style="color: #0000e9;">,</span></a><span style="color: #262626;"> which is now the nation’s largest Christian nonprofit serving prisoners, former prisoners, and their families, and a leading advocate for criminal justice reform. </span></span></p><p class="p4" style="background-color: white; color: #1f2021; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p5" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="s3" style="color: #1f2021;">For years many have been working and praying for prison reform. One program in Rhode Island has met with success. Eric Johnson in his report "</span><span class="s3"><span style="color: #0000e9;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpAi70WWBlw">Seattle is Dying</a></span><span style="color: #343434;">" informed us about </span><span style="color: #0000e9;"><a href="https://medicallyassisted.com/rhode-island-establishes-mat-inmates/">MAT</a></span><span style="color: #343434;">. </span></span><span style="color: #343434;">While successful in Rhode Island, there are obstacles in implementing MAT inmate programs nationwide. First, MAT for inmates programs need widespread political support. In Rhode Island, the state government has approved $2 million in funds annually for medication-assisted therapy programs in prisons.</span></span></p><p class="p5" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #343434;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 15px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Secondly, MAT inmate programs can be problematic to implement in states with complex correction systems. Rhode Island has a corrections system which is compact and has no county jails. All inmates are brought to one center , and the state prisons are located on the same campus.</span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 15px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dogs would not be left to their own on the streets. Why do we leave the mentally ill and drug addicted on the streets? Why do we leave criminals on the streets? Government should be held accountable to enforce the laws or if the laws are not working they should be changed. </span></p><p class="p6" style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 15px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Will men and women of integrity apply and serve in law enforcement or will we continue to collapse into anarchy? </span></p><p class="p7" style="background-color: white; color: #191c1f; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 15px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="s4" style="color: #343434;">"</span>The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." Edmund Burke</span></p></div>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-67713819832186926702023-08-12T10:44:00.000-07:002023-08-12T10:44:57.533-07:00TEACHER APPRECIATION<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlSLMzTxjlqGsTqVTB2lUv-480AKZU6vItk2YUBQrY2EPu3vxIuigBCiN5X9Q-lAQW0k1nKNhvwQ-aRjgFABz62cqQwaWTi_vGvqThXn_J1xqsxVGPSbdwZOkJlio1IgvwPgcg6o5m6lAuAsaGCLW2tMLHnR6rNe_Wg5VQCPoL-uRho7_M-6iGEI7Ad3r/s360/teacher%20appreciation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="360" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlSLMzTxjlqGsTqVTB2lUv-480AKZU6vItk2YUBQrY2EPu3vxIuigBCiN5X9Q-lAQW0k1nKNhvwQ-aRjgFABz62cqQwaWTi_vGvqThXn_J1xqsxVGPSbdwZOkJlio1IgvwPgcg6o5m6lAuAsaGCLW2tMLHnR6rNe_Wg5VQCPoL-uRho7_M-6iGEI7Ad3r/w400-h225/teacher%20appreciation.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by me</div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Each Thanksgiving the <a href="https://momsinprayer.org/">Moms in Prayer</a> groups in Monroe, WA would prepare baskets of goodies for each school for which we prayed. Years ago, when I was teaching, I would have appreciated the attractive basket pictured above, left for the teachers in the break room. Of course I could have used about 5 assistants to help me with all the duties teachers had-- lesson prep for all subjects, inventory, bulletin boards, lesson plans, parent conferences, lunch room duty, play ground duty, parent- teacher meetings, decorating, displays--(Dean of Women at EWU gifted me with pots of geraniums, and squares of towels for the children to erase their dry erase marking boards), etc., etc. Now of course there are not only fire drills but also active shooter drills. I left teaching after 3 years. I like children as individuals but not as a group. I preferred working at the public library. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So now I either start a Moms in Prayer group or I join one. It is just 1 hour a week and it is come as you are. This year I will be praying again for the school for which our church volunteers as mentors. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Matthew 19:14 <span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">but Jesus said, </span><span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”</span></span></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-72979842175104130452023-08-11T11:58:00.001-07:002023-08-11T11:58:24.590-07:00DESSERT BY RITA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_RZEVshCYOw31to-2Xd_sPjfH9h3TO76PLlv13MtshtUIjw-ucc8TGQNcakabsHaycJ7aol_gPU8aslCQ65396FUe8riKVf8K67inN1WVOgClY1Qr01J5IC6_fz1kFJIwb2YThJ2LwvRDDxWgivExmDurL7vYqOX2WYHFrMbsbZbZYWDaQj0qdN6SB-U/s1159/scan0004kiss%20pie%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="1159" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_RZEVshCYOw31to-2Xd_sPjfH9h3TO76PLlv13MtshtUIjw-ucc8TGQNcakabsHaycJ7aol_gPU8aslCQ65396FUe8riKVf8K67inN1WVOgClY1Qr01J5IC6_fz1kFJIwb2YThJ2LwvRDDxWgivExmDurL7vYqOX2WYHFrMbsbZbZYWDaQj0qdN6SB-U/w400-h266/scan0004kiss%20pie%20(1).jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo by Chris</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meringue desserts may have originated in France but several times on trips to Canada for the Change of Watch for the Vancouver B.C. Power Squadron we were served meringue desserts. Now I wonder if Chris's family, who settled in Canada at first, learned their Kiss Pie recipe from those they met in Canada? The only meringue recipe I remember as a kid was my mom's delicious lemon meringue pie. I assume she learned it from her mom who was British!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">So here is the prized Kiss Pie recipe we inherited from Rita, Chris's mom. Chris enjoys making these. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 cup egg whites (6 or 7)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 cups sugar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 tablespoon white vinegar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 cups strawberries (sweeten lightly)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">(frozen may be used, thaw first)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beat egg whites until frothy. Add sugar gradually, beating constantly. Add vinegar and beat 10 minutes more. Spread in two cake pans with slides. Bake at 275 degrees for 1 hour. Cool. Place one layer on plate with top side up. Spread strawberries over. Top with second layer. Frost all over with whipped cream. Refrigerate 10 hours or overnight. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Genesis 1:29 </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial;">You shall have them for food.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-82800407296120269602023-07-26T09:56:00.013-07:002023-07-28T11:35:04.500-07:00EVERYONE IS INVITED<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4J4aaUe5JIhG-6Aq-29INYXAQ9cuNHLkHUVNOGLDCng63zXcqSNXUB72YyktO4lkK81s22A88sxuBsCf2TWjsENK-XLTO78Q0ozSd1FeUHICa_jCSN1YGUFMdKcXAEvjOMqn5Qj_B31OzGu09RksBzeWxgHMDsSVkBupOrorWWCWxo_lFMfmtAe11bhhL/s1650/Tahiti936.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1077" data-original-width="1650" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4J4aaUe5JIhG-6Aq-29INYXAQ9cuNHLkHUVNOGLDCng63zXcqSNXUB72YyktO4lkK81s22A88sxuBsCf2TWjsENK-XLTO78Q0ozSd1FeUHICa_jCSN1YGUFMdKcXAEvjOMqn5Qj_B31OzGu09RksBzeWxgHMDsSVkBupOrorWWCWxo_lFMfmtAe11bhhL/s320/Tahiti936.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amanda, Jes, Bobbi, Heather, and John in South Pacific photo by Chris</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PnWs5BADxedhqhCY-5ZSN1DSPp4o2pApUf-s2D1OvEmSSikbopj1G3RNI4tCNX85uaKuOhBFpA6MNzAkb6wPAP5yrbhIKZnZdpf0KPxOGpnhimfNqKp8ORm55z95_FEHfRigvdhCFNIrADCZo2EdDf29FsbuGBkji7mSRWnJpa4qElHZ6ByfxrGf9qOa/s860/14523035_130165977444464_3407065147431385264_n(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="860" data-original-width="592" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PnWs5BADxedhqhCY-5ZSN1DSPp4o2pApUf-s2D1OvEmSSikbopj1G3RNI4tCNX85uaKuOhBFpA6MNzAkb6wPAP5yrbhIKZnZdpf0KPxOGpnhimfNqKp8ORm55z95_FEHfRigvdhCFNIrADCZo2EdDf29FsbuGBkji7mSRWnJpa4qElHZ6ByfxrGf9qOa/w275-h400/14523035_130165977444464_3407065147431385264_n(1).jpeg" width="275" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Flyaway in Mexico photo by fellow cruiser</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpzP8W0LAiVZMOEXls5ZQJnNewQAXdMPmdbjROozY140GHaLqtqIV_GpDamsLY9qniH5M2BjsQ6_KzINKLQtxZtQXsaIxKiFlIW0M--rhG7GjH83AIoayIuNhLKGb1vWrcOnII6jOCJufjg0Qq-V7PgBh3ebifc_3ZpY201tQrAEEoyXAjTHPc8hSMXDc/s360/_DSC0180.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="239" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpzP8W0LAiVZMOEXls5ZQJnNewQAXdMPmdbjROozY140GHaLqtqIV_GpDamsLY9qniH5M2BjsQ6_KzINKLQtxZtQXsaIxKiFlIW0M--rhG7GjH83AIoayIuNhLKGb1vWrcOnII6jOCJufjg0Qq-V7PgBh3ebifc_3ZpY201tQrAEEoyXAjTHPc8hSMXDc/w424-h640/_DSC0180.jpeg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Chris wearing safety harness in South Pacific photo by Rex</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span><span>It was in 1974 that Chris decided we needed a boating safety class. We were in a small boat that he thought was about to sink. It was overloaded and about to be swamped. We immediately went back to shore. We quickly joined the <a href="https://www.inlandnwboating.org/">Spokane Power Squadron</a>. We had learned about the organization when we attended several boat shows. Chris took all of the classes and received his Senior Navigator certification. I made it through Seamanship by the dangling knot! Many years later, after owning several small boats, Chris bought our heavy weather sailing <a href="https://www.hallberg-rassy.com/">Hallberg Rassy</a>. He outfitted it for any contingency we could experience on the high seas. We sailed to Mexico and then he sailed to Tahiti. The only mishap was a broken throttle cable. Chris was able to gerry-rig it until we could replace it with a new cable. For our protection as we sailed off shore </span></span><span>I credit God, all the prayers that went up for us, and Chris's diligence</span><span>.</span><span> </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span><span>My inspiration for writing the above was the following true story of 6 teenage boys, who did not listen, and were returned safely to their families only by God's grace. This is from Our Daily Bread, "</span></span></span><span face="Lora, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;">In June 1965, six Tongan teenagers sailed from their island home in search of adventure. But when a storm broke their mast and rudder the first night, they drifted for days without food or water before reaching the uninhabited island of ‘Ata. It would be fifteen months before they were found.</span></span></p><div class="ai-viewport-1" data-block="5" data-code="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" data-insertion-no-dbg="" data-insertion-position="prepend" data-selector=".ai-insert-5-78233726" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4a4a4a; display: inherit; font-family: Lora, sans-serif;"></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span face="Lora, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #4a4a4a;">The boys worked together on ‘Ata to survive, setting up a small food garden, hollowing out tree trunks to store rainwater, even building a makeshift gym. When one boy broke his leg from a cliff fall, the others set it using sticks and leaves. Arguments were managed with mandatory reconciliation, and each day began and ended with singing and prayer. When the boys emerged from their ordeal healthy, their families were amazed—their funerals had already been held."</span> They knew that life is better if we obey God's laws.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">God's people may not have the approval or love by many in society today. There are some who are cruel, and judgmental, but there are many who do good while not being noticed. Today I listened to this podcast from <a href="https://www.colsoncenter.org/upstream/world-changing-christians-youve-never-heard-of-glenn-sunshine/">Upstream</a> about 32 world changing Christians you have never heard of. God invites each one of us to His wedding feast. If we love Him we will obey His laws. I pray we are all there on That Day.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Matthew 22:9 <span class="text Matt-22-9" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" id="en-ESV-23879" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj">Go therefore to the main roads and invite to the wedding feast as many as you find.’</span></span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Matt-22-10" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" id="en-ESV-23880" style="background-color: white;"><span class="woj"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">10 </span>And those servants went out into the roads and gathered all whom they found, both bad and good. So the wedding hall was filled with guests.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-74164747897934116622023-07-20T16:48:00.000-07:002023-07-20T16:48:45.266-07:00DO THE IMPOSSIBLE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi9d7zEpQSee9_EALXQuMrUhllOInfURcJLHbDkYZy6YFQkixS6wGDlGwaBm-5xGO2_dpeWofUKVgrFoNljhOpI-wAYx_VmGiT80lx6OAYU7bqvqMy44FntmeFWJvXsAfExeRaRKqf9H1Z6wdDyZTyjuK4pxjOF92O2RwpOCi_voA36pn0Vh8eKI2uSGZ/s640/Hongu%20San%20001.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi9d7zEpQSee9_EALXQuMrUhllOInfURcJLHbDkYZy6YFQkixS6wGDlGwaBm-5xGO2_dpeWofUKVgrFoNljhOpI-wAYx_VmGiT80lx6OAYU7bqvqMy44FntmeFWJvXsAfExeRaRKqf9H1Z6wdDyZTyjuK4pxjOF92O2RwpOCi_voA36pn0Vh8eKI2uSGZ/w400-h300/Hongu%20San%20001.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Japan 2005</div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes the language barrier turns out to be a good thing. Son Jes wrote this in 2005 when he was teaching in Japan. I thought you would enjoy it. </span></p><p><br /></p><p><a class="title" href="https://web.archive.org/web/20050903223044/http://www.wakarimashita.com/?p=177" rel="bookmark" style="text-decoration-line: none;" title="Permanent Link: Do the impossible young lad!"><span style="font-size: large;"> Do the impossible young lad!</span></a></p><div class="cite"><span style="font-size: large;">Thursday September 01st 2005, 5:40 pm<br />Filed under: <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20050903223044/http://www.wakarimashita.com/index.php?cat=5" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Thoughts">Thoughts</a></span></div><div class="gbBlock"><p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20050903223044/http://wakarimashita.com/wp-gallery2.php?g2_view=core:ShowItem&g2_itemId=664&g2_GALLERYSID=cb83daa19584167b38809b689c783861"></a></span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20050903223044/http://wakarimashita.com/wp-gallery2.php?g2_view=core:ShowItem&g2_itemId=664&g2_GALLERYSID=cb83daa19584167b38809b689c783861"></a></span><p></p></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mt. Hongu or Hongusan as we call it (no -san in this case isn’t like Mr. or Ms. it actually means mountain)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In my last few days of freedom - don’t worry ladies, I meant freedom from work - I decided to take a short ride on my bike. Now, if you asked me a few months ago how long a “short” ride was, I would probably have a dramatically different answer. In this ride, I start from my house dodging semi’s and senior citizen drivers and ride to the top of Mt Hongu and then I ride back. I’ve got the ride calculated at just under 80km (50 miles).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I realized today if you take out all the lousy diesel snorting trucks (I’m now a big fan of <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20050903223044/http://www.biodiesel.org/">biodiesel</a> and/or large rickshaws to move goods <img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="https://web.archive.org/web/20050903223044im_/http://www.wakarimashita.com/wp-images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /> ) and nincompoop drivers who apparently can’t see a 6 foot tall white guy with a brightly colored jersey riding 40km/hr, Japan can be quite a nice place to ride. Imagine yourself riding in rural Japan.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Away from the from the hustle AND bustle and on into a more rural area you find that dragonflies amuse themselves by performing aerial maneuvers around your head, followed by more senior citizen dodging - but this time they smile as you nearly careen into them. You continue riding down the narrow 2-lane road and see road workers hunkered down in the shade on lunch break eating their convenience store lunches consisting of no-crust white bread egg and ham sandwiches or rice balls. Other workers make sure traffic flow is safe. With a cigarette in one hand and a white flag in the young road worker waves you through, but there really isn’t much need since there isn’t much traffic.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">You keep riding and are quite ready to find a shady place to sit and eat your own “crummy” convenience store sandwich and suck down a refreshing can of Coke. Then finally, you reach the base of Mt. Hongu. You used to be really tired at this point, but not really anymore. It’s time to sit down before you climb the mountain, it’s not a big mountain but it’s a little steep. After a few minutes of down time you start the climb up Mt. Hongu. It always seems to take quite awhile to climb up Mt. Hongu, but then at 3 miles per hour everything takes a long time. A car passes by and a women yells “Gambatte” which means “You can do it!” or “Good luck!” and you take that advice and continue up the mountain. Once you finish climbing the mountain you’re pretty happy that you can still move and you remember the first time you climbed that same mountain.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">At the top of the mountain, you ride (rather quickly) to the nearest coffee shop/hangout for cyclists or motorcyclists and again take a little break. And then you ride back. You descend the mountain and marvel at the beauty of gravity, but unfortunately with all the hairpin turns you can’t ride very fast. You ride back on the same road and salute the road workers, dodge senior citizens and watch dragonflies. You reach some train tracks and wait for a train to pass and suddenly an old women with bottom teeth only taps you on the shoulder and starts talking to you. “It’s hot isn’t it?” she says, and you agree. She asks how far you have ridden and you reply and then she says something like “Do the impossible” or maybe “You have done the impossible” but with your Japanese you don’t quite know. You think that’s kind of cool if not eerie and also wonder about Japan’s overall dental health. Then, before you know it, you’re “sharing” the road with semi’s again.</span></p><p><em><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Update:</strong> Well just when I thought I almost knew what people were talking about here I found out I was wrong. The old woman actually said something more like “don’t work too hard!” which makes more sense, but sounds a lot less cool and Yoda-ish/Sportsdrink marketing campaign-like I thought she said with “Do the impossible”. Ahh well.</span></em></p><div class="commentPos"><br /></div>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-6629263483960367092023-07-12T11:26:00.012-07:002023-08-25T16:54:24.074-07:00WON'T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6Xvsz__iZYU" width="320" youtube-src-id="6Xvsz__iZYU"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Unlike "Mr. Rogers" I'm not good at being a neighbor. When Chris and I bought our first house we moved in next door to a widow named Mrs. Canon. She befriended us and welcomed us to the neighborhood. I felt I didn't have time for her but did accept a tea invitation to her house. She would give us stews and other hearty meals as she would cook too much and wanted to share. It never occurred to me that I should return the favor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDals6Ot3tQXy44r2zumUspRyC8Fylmfe9Rva4kdSOr2Nolripl8T1pmy4P0xvE0AQt_ViRd377stcnlZzv5zjrBhPzcrW5yKKC8ur_kqmIAZD1f-drYQ0TYkCOzvZJA9gNZFVmehwmvDLGrRfpCPaHoRAhKkWTMAijmJDlsOhE9YLXhO3Dp_jKxgWfjD/s928/Janet%20and%20Jeanne%201947204.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="928" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDals6Ot3tQXy44r2zumUspRyC8Fylmfe9Rva4kdSOr2Nolripl8T1pmy4P0xvE0AQt_ViRd377stcnlZzv5zjrBhPzcrW5yKKC8ur_kqmIAZD1f-drYQ0TYkCOzvZJA9gNZFVmehwmvDLGrRfpCPaHoRAhKkWTMAijmJDlsOhE9YLXhO3Dp_jKxgWfjD/w400-h285/Janet%20and%20Jeanne%201947204.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Janet and Jeanne 1947</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My Aunt Jeanne also set the example for me as to how to be a good neighbor. Even though we lived 3000 miles away Aunt Jeanne would remember my birthday and send a gift. When we would travel cross country in the summer for a visit she would arrange a birthday picnic. Then after we moved to live in the same city where my Aunt Jeanne lived I began to have my eyes opened as to how she was a good neighbor. She invited us college kids to join her family for holidays and for back yard bbq's. I noticed that she checked on her neighbors and invited them over as well. Of course she took good care of our grandparents. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">One time she bailed me out when I had a boyfriend give me a Christmas gift. I had nothing to give him. She happened to have in her "store" a pair of cufflinks she had gotten on sale for 50 cents. A wonderful seamstress, when shopping for a dress to wear to the college Military Ball I called her and asked her if she would take in a dress for me. She would. It turned out beautifully. I knew I was always welcomed to her home whenever I needed a place to go. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">For our wedding she made the bridesmaid dresses. At Christmas she would give us wonderful gifts such as a lace tablecloth. When I was invited back to our college for the Military Ball she made me a dress. One Christmas she made matching aprons for us. At her memorial service her son-in-law read a wonderful tribute to her about all her kindnesses over the years. If I find it I will add it later. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nevertheless I still had my problem of being a good neighbor. As an introvert I had never tried to meet our neighbors. Chris would enjoy chatting when our neighbors were out working on their lawns and gardens. So I made a habit of asking him to go meet the neighbors and report the news. It was when I came down with terrible chronic pain and had dedicated my life to pray for my relatives, friends, classmates, and neighbors that I decided that I needed to reach out to our neighbors in person. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I saw the deterioration of our nation it became clear to me that the decline was spiritual. God put it on my heart that I should offer to do Bible studies with our neighbors. The first Bible study I started was a disaster. Everybody quit after the first week. Then when I was dealing with too much stress a speaker at a Christian conference told me a good thing to do is to study the attributes of God. She recommended a book called <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Behold-Your-God-Studies-Atributes/dp/0310371317/ref=sr_1_3?crid=3F1OCJVSEAVYI&keywords=behold+our+god+workbook&qid=1689174941&sprefix=behold+our+God%2Caps%2C313&sr=8-3">Behold Your God</a>. Now I was prepared.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Next step was when I learned of how Rosaria Butterfield was treated </span><span>after she wrote an editorial for the newspaper defending "Queer studies" </span><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111;">(</span><a class="a-link-normal s-underline-text s-underline-link-text s-link-style a-text-normal" href="https://www.amazon.com/Secret-Thoughts-Unlikely-Convert-ebook/dp/B0097G05F8/ref=sr_1_1?crid=38ZPL24MTHCE&keywords=secret+confessions+of+an+unlikely+convert&qid=1689174229&sprefix=confessions+of+an+unlikely%2Caps%2C342&sr=8-1" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #007185; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="a-size-medium a-color-base a-text-normal" color="rgb(15, 17, 17) !important" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 24px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;">The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert: An English Professor's Journey into Christian Faith</span></a><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111;">) </span><span>I determined that kindness is the way to win people. So each place we have moved I have listened to our neighbor's needs and asked if I could pray for them. At a large mega-church we attended in one town I signed up to mentor a young woman. We studied "Behold Your God." It went well. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Next move was to a community of active seniors. Many had complaints. I felt moved to start a Bible study. We studied "Behold Your God." The group grew to about 10 to 15 attending even after I moved away.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Now we have a way to meet our neighbors at the yearly bbq our apartment complex provides. Last year I met a young couple and invited them to church. This year I invited the young mother to a Bible study. So far she hasn't accepted. I met another woman and attended her church with her. I offered to do a Bible study with her. I will wait on the Holy Spirit to move people to seek a Bible study with me or with someone else. Life is a long distance marathon and God is a forbearing God. He waits patiently for each one to turn to Him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>II Peter 3:9 </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">as some count slowness, but </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">is patient toward you,</span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;"> </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">not wishing that any should perish, but </span><span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">that all should reach repentance.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-18950194808743493532023-07-05T08:31:00.004-07:002023-07-06T07:55:51.151-07:00THE ABLE COOKBOOK: COOKING WITHOUT CANE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bufMZdlLftbMVohxwi5mCYPHhqCSXCmwcZRT2HXmgA974Qa3fN8bqwyi9F82tiqFveg6w2GdQqL-rNC5wNhaB8waivuvWHDB0fGXAZNROSCcySG_P5yuW14S0GPO8avn1SIFmMDZTSxaRa8Rf5HXeGZJzmf8Qd1nMEnAoiPlLfDaw11xabzw_7BQv5zy/s423/Screenshot%202023-07-05%20at%208.14.21%20AM.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="391" data-original-width="423" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bufMZdlLftbMVohxwi5mCYPHhqCSXCmwcZRT2HXmgA974Qa3fN8bqwyi9F82tiqFveg6w2GdQqL-rNC5wNhaB8waivuvWHDB0fGXAZNROSCcySG_P5yuW14S0GPO8avn1SIFmMDZTSxaRa8Rf5HXeGZJzmf8Qd1nMEnAoiPlLfDaw11xabzw_7BQv5zy/w400-h370/Screenshot%202023-07-05%20at%208.14.21%20AM.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Close up of dill bread.</div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">In about 1975 when the book "Sugar Blues" was released, we came to realize the evils of too much sugar in the American diet. Maybe that is why we had headaches, body aches, and no energy. So we began cooking without sugar. Chris's mother actually did several years of reworking recipes made with sugar and discovered how to prepare them with honey, fructose, applesauce, etc. She substituted any type of sweetening that was not white sugarcane. Thus the name for our cookbook "The Able Cookbook Cooking without Cain." Referring of course to the Bible story of Cain and Able.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">The following is one of her recipes. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiInTUf1b90S2NCTMzI9tvhHCeTgYtFTy0z0-NGX4h9D5R7_g41osGTJ-VWgoAu4CCrOzo6slZ98FXxn5SKVkZCdGhKWzcRJu8PrpuBb-wVRcrj4ut29qeSR4uMb5oboEQYx8gNtL3B81RT1cwiS0hcM9VbueBMJPpd7tdWfXSrowywP0PMKJUZrIV-ojp6/s517/Mom's%20Dill%20Bread.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="433" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiInTUf1b90S2NCTMzI9tvhHCeTgYtFTy0z0-NGX4h9D5R7_g41osGTJ-VWgoAu4CCrOzo6slZ98FXxn5SKVkZCdGhKWzcRJu8PrpuBb-wVRcrj4ut29qeSR4uMb5oboEQYx8gNtL3B81RT1cwiS0hcM9VbueBMJPpd7tdWfXSrowywP0PMKJUZrIV-ojp6/w536-h640/Mom's%20Dill%20Bread.jpeg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-39681512665285692462023-07-04T07:30:00.004-07:002023-07-04T08:53:28.167-07:00HAPPY 4TH OF JULY<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVlWLIq1uVz3cLu9adoR9hCeNnLdWTZDZbueISzQnSfD9nlU0eQ1_MRNH_o0bNlQdEaCl9_YHzOKsTK2N3Ht6_2w-oB5mv1h8VDjgF8P9SCs6IdQ8VzMWtLKDXqkj1Oiwwhf6rrC0EpCL0ZooahDlQEYFtCQwZiWt6xK9nVAy2vaMbMYfTblUlJI80sxA/s188/Screenshot%202023-07-04%20at%208.50.38%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="188" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVlWLIq1uVz3cLu9adoR9hCeNnLdWTZDZbueISzQnSfD9nlU0eQ1_MRNH_o0bNlQdEaCl9_YHzOKsTK2N3Ht6_2w-oB5mv1h8VDjgF8P9SCs6IdQ8VzMWtLKDXqkj1Oiwwhf6rrC0EpCL0ZooahDlQEYFtCQwZiWt6xK9nVAy2vaMbMYfTblUlJI80sxA/w640-h572/Screenshot%202023-07-04%20at%208.50.38%20AM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">STILL the HOME of the BRAVE</div><br /><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-11160903824094466742023-06-29T10:27:00.003-07:002023-07-03T13:46:49.169-07:00WHERE HAVE ALL THE NURSES AND DOCTORS GONE?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaRVJPeYQ3DsDASZ6UVMmFORb0tMJXPdL2MvYmLjdoYtAQMLx5IlmGMB__ByUFdqt7eREif90wS3EqjKeBAQr9I4zPsPEPLmdsiZtw2gNqjsWAot8l9ihHY4-YamQNV5LtJbmbG53_SlunKSWuBojoR7glK22c61eWH7WHc7mY0IPBUhbDoyzvfDkTok3/s480/Screenshot%202023-06-28%20at%207.55.38%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="467" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaRVJPeYQ3DsDASZ6UVMmFORb0tMJXPdL2MvYmLjdoYtAQMLx5IlmGMB__ByUFdqt7eREif90wS3EqjKeBAQr9I4zPsPEPLmdsiZtw2gNqjsWAot8l9ihHY4-YamQNV5LtJbmbG53_SlunKSWuBojoR7glK22c61eWH7WHc7mY0IPBUhbDoyzvfDkTok3/w389-h400/Screenshot%202023-06-28%20at%207.55.38%20PM.png" width="389" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">George Henry Slightam 1843-1920</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">I became alarmed the other day when our daughter could not find a new doctor. Her doctor left the clinic where she received care to become a medical school teacher. The clinic informed our daughter that she would have to go elsewhere to find a doctor as they were not hiring new doctors at this time. The current doctors were not accepting new patients either. This was even worse news then what I received when we moved to this area 18 months ago. I had to wait months and months to get a doctor's appointment. Then my new doctor left the clinic to become a hospitalist. I was given a new doctor but I had to wait months to get an appointment. This shortage is widely prevalent throughout the nation. </span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">There were and are many events leading to this problem. One problem is the aging of the population. There are many more retired people to treat. Then there was the "Affordable Care Act." Some doctors and nurses were working 80 hours a week for less money. Some decided that working part time made for a better life/work balance. Others chose different careers such as high tech instead of going to medical school. One cause could be that medical providers got burned out due to Covid and decided to retire early. There are probably many more reasons.</span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #292622; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="s1" style="background-color: white; color: black;">But I was pleased to learn that our family contributed many nurses to the cause of medicine. Grandpa Slightam served as a nurse during the Civil War--</span>George Henry Slightam (aka Henry Slightam) was a Union Soldier in Company A Nebraska 2nd Cavalry and Company B Nebraska 1st Cavalry. See the grave marker above.</span></p><p class="p3" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #292622; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5MqTTiKpqIptD4fOC74lCGrkoTckXlw2jbklm1JmL_U6SPrSxm7RitYOkumxSYHffUXYg71R1yjR-Hj94LY3X2zk_W-fX2nkWtWfC82xuNpdteItarn57vakXNd5HgHjsHRPJ9yY0vdQbWh9IfZB3qr346jp2dqeRq0RO0J6jp46sZ44L1nnV7e9tqjt/s698/Ruth221%20(1).jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="698" data-original-width="520" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5MqTTiKpqIptD4fOC74lCGrkoTckXlw2jbklm1JmL_U6SPrSxm7RitYOkumxSYHffUXYg71R1yjR-Hj94LY3X2zk_W-fX2nkWtWfC82xuNpdteItarn57vakXNd5HgHjsHRPJ9yY0vdQbWh9IfZB3qr346jp2dqeRq0RO0J6jp46sZ44L1nnV7e9tqjt/w476-h640/Ruth221%20(1).jpeg" width="476" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Aunt Ruth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="s1" style="background-color: #f7f7f7; color: #1f1d1a;">My aunt Ruth served </span>as a Registered Nurse from college to retirement. She worked in several hospitals and was a school nurse for a number of years. My 1st cousin once removed, was a medic in the Army reserve and was an occupational therapist Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany and continued as one after the army. Another 1st cousin once removed, is a registered dental assistant. </span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">My two 1st cousins are both RN's. My next to the youngest brother is an LVN.</span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm praying that our young people will be called to the medical profession. But in times of struggle when we don't have medical help we have the hope that some day a place like the Garden of Eden will be a reality.</span></p><p class="p2" style="background-color: white; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 23px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: Times; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal;">Ezekiel 47:12</span><b> "</b>And on the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither, nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.”</span></p></div><p></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-4256106648823930372023-06-19T08:07:00.004-07:002023-06-19T15:15:44.416-07:00THE FATHER'S DAY COMMITTEE IN SPOKANE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTF1SD0i59Sc4XRlc5Pxea-BwPBLTFkKNEAXIhy2MAiyMp0Ac3re_HUEQnjQIPkeEntP31UsHZpfzChd8kFOGrmaZhjkbRgGWWh91Srywe_cILXzXuJN4Zy3JDvWFjPMBEwkR24YLGo-gMvV--Wdcmvi--8UcXVDBnuZwe0WUzKDsrqivoL3kIVBcRKzc/s1754/1960%3F%20Stowell573.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="647" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTF1SD0i59Sc4XRlc5Pxea-BwPBLTFkKNEAXIhy2MAiyMp0Ac3re_HUEQnjQIPkeEntP31UsHZpfzChd8kFOGrmaZhjkbRgGWWh91Srywe_cILXzXuJN4Zy3JDvWFjPMBEwkR24YLGo-gMvV--Wdcmvi--8UcXVDBnuZwe0WUzKDsrqivoL3kIVBcRKzc/s16000/1960%3F%20Stowell573.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Newspaper clipping from 1960</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">My grandmother, Isabel, supported Mrs. Dodd in her Father's Day movement. Isabel was the secretary for the International Father’s Day Association in Spokane, WA for many years. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> The first Father's Day was observed in Spokane in 1910. It wasn't until 1922 that the day was observed nationally. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">The committee kept meeting even after the goal of a national Father's Day had been achieved. I scanned some of Grandma's notes she took for the years 1959 to 1963. In reading through her minutes for many of the meetings, it appeared that usually 9 to 12 women would attend the meetings, held at a local hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first meeting I have the notes for was in 1959.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The earliest meetings were at the Desert Hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later they moved to the Coeur ‘d Alene Hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The last gathering she recorded was in May of 1963.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Mrs. Dodd is not mentioned very often in the minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was cited at the May meeting in 1960.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Mrs. Dodd’s idea in regard to the June Father’s Day luncheon was given.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">The officers were elected each February.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of the names mentioned are Margaret Brown, Jessie Gibson, Freda Carpenter, Mae Masecar, and Lydia Himes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The meetings were opened with prayer and the flag salute.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The meetings closed with a prayer or the Mizpah.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: white; color: #101010; font-family: "helvetica";">Genesis 39:</span><span class="versenum"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial";"> </span></b></span><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial";">49</span></b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "arial";"> and <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="a"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="1"></a>Mizpah, for he said, "May the LORD watch between <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="b"></a>you and me when we are <a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="c"></a>absent one from the other.</span><span style="font-family: "times";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Afterward they adjourned to the dining room for lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now I know where I get my preference for going out to eat!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Grandma’s notes are succinct.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In one page she covers everything accomplished. I also prefer writing this way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No excess words for me!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Only one time was any controversy mentioned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“A resolution from the City Federation favoring the proposed civic center was read.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Father’s Day Assn. tabled the proposition as it is a controversial subject.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>These records remind me of a Norman Rockwell town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Such peaceful precious lives they all seemed to live.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br style="font-size: 18.6667px;" /></span></div>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169766059008941101.post-36494811865330579772023-06-12T07:29:00.004-07:002023-06-13T08:23:20.145-07:00PEARLS BEFORE SWINE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCicMGsIo4B6ALO_cQkerb7X_X7vV7Ij7Fvtqkw-86NlMGdLRPR46DYMu59iG1OiXnAramZiVMJkmLPuVMKkgBzv-0jGIi96pSW8dNgApTIHSG3OIoMpFdhGdPcpm2023flez012SnSSTkg5H5J3Q-7v1HbGWQ2OSnBDmFcUwTsROKKUUDXNWtpwYpA/s328/Screenshot%202023-06-12%20at%205.47.42%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="328" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCicMGsIo4B6ALO_cQkerb7X_X7vV7Ij7Fvtqkw-86NlMGdLRPR46DYMu59iG1OiXnAramZiVMJkmLPuVMKkgBzv-0jGIi96pSW8dNgApTIHSG3OIoMpFdhGdPcpm2023flez012SnSSTkg5H5J3Q-7v1HbGWQ2OSnBDmFcUwTsROKKUUDXNWtpwYpA/w400-h213/Screenshot%202023-06-12%20at%205.47.42%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Spokane will be referred to in a cartoon strip. The cartoon is drawn by </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-variant-ligatures: none;">Stephan Pastis. T</span>o learn more about the cartoonist click <a href="https://www.spokesman.com/stories/2023/jun/12/pearls-before-swine-creator-uses-comic-to-communic/">here</a>. In the strip coming up in the future the cartoon animals are discussing how to pronounce Spokane. To learn more click <a href="https://www.spokesman.com/stories/2023/jun/11/pastis-toasts-spokane-with-his-latest-strip/">Here</a> to go to the link.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Proverbs 15:15 <span face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="background-color: white;">All the days of the afflicted are evil,</span><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-family: monospace; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Prov-15-15" face="system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial" style="position: relative;">but the cheerful of heart has a continual feast.</span></span></p>Flyawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07201055938643344664noreply@blogger.com0