Monday, April 14, 2014

Another Easter Verse

...buried with Him in baptism in which you also were raised with Him through faith in the working of God, who raised Him from the dead.
If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is sitting at the right hand of God.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Another Easter Verse

Romans 6:4 Therefore we were buried with Him through baptism into death, that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Veiw From My Living Room Chair

                                 April 8,2014 Buck Mountain Cabin

       I am collecting Easter verses these days before Easter.
I Peter 1:3,4 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the  resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled and that does not fade away, reserved in heaven for you.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

A Visit With Mom


 When we go to visit Mom we like to make sure we take Brad with us. At 88 years old, she figures no one is going to notice if she plays favorites. So whereas she professes to be glad to see the rest of us; we are definitely just filler in her bouquet for the day. Brad is who she really wishes to see.  He likes  her too, so it is a good deal no matter how you look at it. When I am old there will be one person who will enjoy my repeated stories and need for a hand getting out of my chair. "You do it just perfectly, Brad!" She crowed proudly upon being lifted effortlessly out of her chair by this strapping grandson. He loves the praise, too, don't kid yourself.
      There was not a thing we could say to her about how disappointing it was that she would not wear her newly acquired hearing aids for us. So we smiled bravely and resumed our yelling to be heard. She takes her prerogatives on the merest whim. It is absolutely amazing to me. I cannot wait to be 88 years old. I have finally realized how fun this could be, after all.

 Mom has a wall collage of wedding portraits of all the ancestors in our family. I stand there during every visit just looking at them. Every couple has a story.  A good biographer could do a series of books and carry along a main thread of family, home, and commitment in marriage.  The stories of service in war, the days of The Depression, the elopement of a couple of teenagers, the lives of two different children raised as only children, homesteading stories, triumphs and losses really need to be recorded.
This first picture is of Elv's parents. Our June bride's face looks much like this bride, Louise's, here. Resemblances/roots.

 The teenagers in the middle here are Ben and Abbey Hershey trying for all their might to look grown up and ready for this thing called married life. We know of not one moment of regret. They were plunged into real life immediately. Ben served on a munitions train shoveling coal into the steam engine boiler and when the Spanish flu hit, his wife and wee baby girl were sick and alone in the city far away from his work. Somehow he managed to get word to her and to his Uncle Sol that she was to go to find refuge and care with the uncle.  People died right and left including the fireman partner shoveling coal one night. Ben stepped over the body and worked alone the rest of the night.

 I looked long at Great Grandma Hershey's wedding gown. Just how many yards goes into such a frock? I am guessing there would be close to fifteen yards there.  Hoops and a trim bodice closed with a couple dozen pretty buttons. The full length sleeve that fits so exactly is a wonder, as well. No doubt Abbey's gown for her wedding was adequately beautiful with the full lace collar. And her hairstyle must have been easier then her mother's judging from the picture below.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Signs of Spring

The Flambeau River still has a cover of ice, but the Chippewa and the Chief are open.
The tree buds are fattening. The snow has a different look and feel to it. It is packed and sugary and has settled quite a bit...only two feet of it now.  In a month I want to be on hand at the lake shore, maybe in a canoe, when the ice turns to candle ice and get pictures.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Rain Turned to Snow

Whatever old snow the rain melted away this morning is quickly being replaced by a new, sticky layer that has been falling in a thick curtain outside every window all the afternoon. Darkness will come early tonight despite their Daylight Savings Time. We will not mind, snug by the fire, on this wintry night.
     Brad came in at my command from whacking away at the ice/wood chip layer that has accumulated on the patio all winter. He was soaked through from the rain and happy to quit. He fired up Ranger Bill on my computer and sat listening to three or four unlikely, heroic adventures. He also ordered up fresh cookies.
    I started dumping ingredients into a large, red Tupperware bowl reminding him that he would have to stir. Turned out we were out of oatmeal, so he had to finish the project with white flour himself. He lit the oven, planted nine large lumps of dough evenly spaced on a half sheet, put them in and timed them for ten minutes. They turned out perfectly cracked, done just right.  The snow making everything white outside only makes these moments nicer. The smell of fresh baked cookies.
    Amy is upstairs sewing. I worked on Francis' quilt binding. Before that we cleaned the "jar room". Found a lot more stuff to trash. We can now see the floor and what really is on the shelves again: apple sauce mostly and a good many empty jars. All good. I have been reading a book the last couple of hours sitting in my blue, stuffed chair, looking up now and then, to refresh this cozy feeling, at the falling snow, whitening trees, and my fire in the stove. (D.E.Stevenson)
    Our Bride-To-Be is off to Nebraska with Clark's to visit the wondrous Josh. (He is a nice man, by the way.)  The wedding is safely eight or nine weeks away in the dim future, or so it seems, and we are not fretting what's to do today! Very nice feeling.
    Not to say we are not excited about this wedding. We are. But it is really hard to understand the reality of a June wedding with all this snow falling and backing up our to-do list some more. We have a list of things that simply cannot be done until it warms up and stays warmed up.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

A Bouquet of Roses

A bouquet of yellow roses goes a long way toward alleviating cabin fever when winter will not leave. I found a dozen of them pushed down into the midst of the Wal-mart carousel of fresh flowers. I claimed them knowing full well what can be done with them.  Squeezing the centers told me that they were not nearly opened even though they were already partially open and fragrant. So we enjoyed them for a few days in a vase on the coffee table. Fully open they became a solid mound of sunshine for us.

Finally we "tipped" them, which means that we hung them upside down to dry. This is just as nice for enjoying as is the fresh flowers stage.  It takes four or five days to dry completely depending on how dry is the air. With the wood stove still in use around the clock we struggle to keep enough moisture in the air so our roses dry quickly and
completely.  After drying, each stem ought to be sprayed with an acrylic spray. But now they are ready to use for decor.

 The bouquet in the pitcher dried by accident. I gathered these from Margie's rose bush and did not add water as it should have been done to keep them alive. But the result was lovely.
     So a bouquet of roses is a great investment for this house. We use them all over the house.