Cardinal

25 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Photos by Melody 

You can imagine our astonishment when we moved to Florida from California and saw our first Cardinal. Males the color of fire engines immediately caught our attention. It took a bit longer to acknowledge the beauty of the females in their soft orange and taupe finery and their orange bills. 

After we had lived in our home in Florida for a few years, we decided to make our back yard into a refuge for birds and butterflies, and that was when we began to observe their behavior more closely. We heard the sweet and clear calls of the birds. I’ve read since they have 16 different calls and songs. Last year a female cardinal built a small nest close to our front porch. When it was finished, she patiently sat on the eggs and the male brought her food day after day. Later in the process, he sat on the nest to give her a few short breaks. 

The babies hatched in twelve days. The parents stayed close, one watching while the other gathered food. The babies grew until the nest seemed way too small for them. Then one day they were gone. Oh, no, they weren’t ready! Did something get them? It seemed a great loss and we felt terrible that we had not been able to take care of them.

The next day I went into the back yard, and there I saw two small brownish birds clinging to the stems of the jasmine vine that covered the back fence.  Having seen them in the nest, we knew these were our baby cardinals! In a few days we began to see their parents teach them how to fly, how to take a bath, and best of all how to sing and call. It seems to me all the world sings in one way or another, and it tells me that our Lord God loves all kinds of music. I know he loves to hear it from his beloved people like you and me. 

“All I need to do is to call to you, singing to you, the praiseworthy God.

When I do, I’m safe and sound in you.”

The Passion Translation Psalm 18:3 

Hear the songs of the cardinal

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Quarantine Time-Take 3

24 May

SUNDAY MEMORIES

QUARANTINE TIME – TAKE 3

I’m sincerely hoping that this will be the final “Quarantine Time” post I will make.  I hope that for the most part, it will be over by next week, and the country will be up and running as it should be.

However, along that line, there was something on facebook recently that really caught my eye.  I would like to present it to you here:

Each one of these has predicted the same thing – we’re ALL going to die!  Well, yes, we are – eventually.  As my beloved father-in-law said, “100% of us die.”  But we do NOT have to live in fear.

And that brings me to something else I saw on facebook:   

Fear does not stop death.  It stops life.  And worrying does not take away tomorrow’s troubles.  It takes away today’s peace.

And yet again:  

 I never thought I would see a time that so many people were so afraid of dying that they were willing to stop living.

I mentioned to someone recently that my step-father was the stereotypical pessimist.  For instance, as we were about to go to Germany in 1980 for our three year tour in Heidelberg, my step-father said to me, “well, I hope to see you again!”

Almost in a fury, I turned to him and said: “Sid, if the balloon goes up (world war 3) while we are overseas, one of two things will happen – I’ll either live or I’ll die.  If it is God’s timing for me to die, then NOTHING in this world can keep me here.  If I am to live, then NOTHING in this world can take me out.  I REFUSE TO LIVE IN FEAR!”

And that has pretty much been my mantra ever since.  My life is in God’s hands, and I trust Him completely.  And if it is, indeed, time for me to die, then I know I will be instantly in the presence of my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ!  Nothing is better than that.  

The peace of mind that brings to me is far beyond anything I could imagine.  And as I said before,

 I REFUSE TO LIVE IN FEAR!

Jesus promised:

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.

I do not give to you as the world gives. 

Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 14:27

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding

will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:7

Do not live in fear!  God has your back!

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

Life During Covid-19 Part 12

23 May

…And We’re Still in Florida

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Many plans are in a man’s heart, but the purpose of the LORD will prevail.

Last week I was confident I would be writing from our home in North Carolina but as Proverbs 19:21 explains, many plans are made but the purpose of the Lord will prevail.

Last Sunday we were all set to leave the following morning except for some final packing. Allergy season has been rough this year and Sunday afternoon, the wretched oak pollen destroyed me, sapping my energy.

Monday my husband awoke with breathing issues, so we pushed our leave taking until Tuesday. Tuesday morning our daughter informed us that during the night she had experienced nausea and well, you know, the other stuff. We decided a road trip with limited facilities available wasn’t a good idea until we could confirm her malady wasn’t contagious.Thankfully, she wasn’t contagious but she was quite ill and being a mother, I didn’t want to leave her on her own.

Now you know, this story has to come around to my hair.My long, unsightly hair.

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

At the end of the previous week my hair stylist texted me with an appointment date of May 21st. With great sadness I turned it down as we were not going to be in Florida. I decided to stop fussing about it and put God in charge of my hair. I felt excited about who I would meet in North Carolina to do my hair.

Wednesday, our daughter was still unwell so I decided to text my hair stylist to let her know I was in town and available, hoping she might have a cancellation. She replied with a date the following Thursday, May 28th. I really didn’t want to commit to staying another week. I asked my husband’s opinion and suggested we pray about it then see if we are in agreement.

All afternoon, I dithered. Leave on Thursday or stay another week. Groomed hair or cool mornings on our mountain house porch. Late in the day I decided that if I had put my hair situation in God’s hands, who was I to grouse over the extra days in Florida?

When I shared this with my husband, he agreed. And since we are staying longer, I was able to get him a doctor appointment that was cancelled due to the lockdown. Our daughter is recovering and returned to work. We will be able to enjoy being together in church Sunday after weeks of separation AND if the SpaceX launch goes as planned on Wednesday, we will be here for the return to manned space flight.

They say good things come to those who wait. I guess it holds true even if the waiting wasn’t the first choice.

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

I'm a winnerAfter my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2019 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

ROSEATE SPOONBILL

18 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Photo by Melody Hendrix

As we drive through Cape Canaveral, which is also a National Wildlife Refuge, we spot a single Roseate Spoonbill in a ditch, with water up to her knees.  This is the first juvenile Roseate Spoonbill we’ve ever seen. She bends to run her beak through the water in order to scoop a beak full of Roseate Spoonbill food.

We drive past that spot frequently and at first, we felt sorry for the small bird, because she was alone. Being the passenger in the car, I see her almost every time we go by. Lately she has been with a flock of half-a-dozen water-grazing White Ibis. I spot her immediately in the group by the splash of deep-rose color on her wings.  It’s good for her not to be alone anymore. Rosie now has a family. 

“God sets the lonely in families…”

Psalm 68:6 World English Bible

Quarantine Time: Take 2

17 May

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

As I mentioned last time, we are still in “lockdown” or quarantine over this COVID-19 or coronavirus.  Fred and I are doing pretty well, all things considered.  Here in Florida, things are beginning to open up again, and for that, we are thankful.  The only way to get this economy back on track – is to get PEOPLE back to work!

One of the things we’ve missed the most is not being able to go to our house of worship and fellowship with our fellow believers.  I think a lot of people are having the same issues.

And that brings me to what I want to mention today.  Our church has done everything in their power to bring God’s word to us.

As soon as the quarantine was ordered, we stopped meeting in the building – and the Senior Pastor had us do a “drive in” church.

Credit Google search and South Orlando Baptist Church website

We all parked on the grass in front of the building, sat in our cars, tuned in on our radios to the special fm frequency they had acquired, and listened to our pastor preach.

Credit Deborah Selfridge

Our church school has a bus that they parked near the main street, and someone lent us a scaffolding, set in front of the bus, that the pastor stands on to preach.  (Incidentally, we are back to having the drive-in church, now that some of the restrictions have lifted)  

Some church members were unable to drive to the church – or were afraid to do so – and so the pastor preaches the same sermon an hour later live stream over YouTube channel.  Our Minister of Music and the music team (piano, guitar, drums, trumpet, flute) have put together the music portion of the regular service, and it’s on YouTube along with the sermon.

Okay, that works.  Then “they” said we couldn’t do the drive-in church.  So it was just the YouTube version for us all.  At that time, our Sunday School teacher set up video conferencing with a Zoom meeting, and we began having our Sunday School time before the worship service.

The Deacons began having their monthly meeting via Zoom.

Any other committee meetings that needed to meet are being held via Zoom.

The Wednesday evening service began having time on Zoom for any members who care to tune in.

The Legends (our senior adult group) have a call-in conference call Bible Study every Tuesday morning with the pastor, for an hour.

The Sanctuary Choir began having meetings with our Minister of Music via Zoom on Thursday evenings.

In other words, our church has NOT stopped meeting!  Something that a lot of people don’t realize – or understand – is that the church is NOT the building!  The church is the PEOPLE.  We have God living in us – each and every one of us that are believers in Jesus Christ as our Lord and Saviour.  WE ARE THE CHURCH – and we will not allow any government or plague or virus or anything else stop us from worshiping our God.

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!   PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME!

MEMORIES

QUARANTINE TIME – TAKE 2

As I mentioned last time, we are still in “lockdown” or quarantine over this COVID-19 or coronavirus. Fred and I are doing pretty well, all things considered. Here in Florida, things are beginning to open up again, and for that, we are thankful. The only way to get this economy back on track – is to get PEOPLE back to work!

One of the things we’ve missed the most is not being able to go to our house of worship and fellowship with our fellow believers. I think a lot of people are having the same issues.

And that brings me to what I want to mention today. Our church has done everything in their power to bring God’s word to us.

As soon as the quarantine was ordered, we stopped meeting in the building – and the Senior Pastor had us do a “drive in” church.

Credit Google search and South Orlando Baptist Church website

We all parked on the grass in front of the building, sat in our cars, tuned in on our radios to the special fm frequency they had acquired, and listened to our pastor preach.

Credit Deborah Selfridge

Our church school has a bus that they parked near the main street, and someone lent us a scaffolding, set in front of the bus, that the pastor stands on to preach. (Incidentally, we are back to having the drive-in church, now that some of the restrictions have lifted)

Some church members were unable to drive to the church – or were afraid to do so – and so the pastor preaches the same sermon an hour later live stream over YouTube channel. Our Minister of Music and the music team (piano, guitar, drums, trumpet, flute) have put together the music portion of the regular service, and it’s on the YouTube along with the sermon.

Okay, that works. Then “they” said we couldn’t do the drive-in church. So it was just the YouTube version for us all. At that time, our Sunday School teacher set up video conferencing with a Zoom meeting, and we began having our Sunday School time before the worship service.

The Deacons began having their monthly meeting via Zoom.

Any other committee meetings that needed to meet are being held via Zoom.

The Wednesday evening service began having time on Zoom for any members who care to tune in.

The Legends (our senior adult group) have a call-in conference call Bible Study every Tuesday morning with the pastor, for an hour.

The Sanctuary Choir began having meetings with our Minister of Music via Zoom on Thursday evenings.
In other words, our church has NOT stopped meeting! Something that a lot of people don’t realize – or understand – is that the church is NOT the building! The church is the PEOPLE. We have God living in us – each and every one of us that are believers in Jesus Christ as our Lord and Saviour. WE ARE THE CHURCH – and we will not allow any government or plague or virus or anything else stop us from worshiping our God.

TO GOD BE THE GLORY! PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME!

Life During Covid-19

16 May

Corona Couture

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I wondered how long it would take before Corona Couture hit the stores. I made a quick trip to Beall’s Outlet this morning and found these shirts.

I confess that if the Faith over Fear shirt had been in any color except yellow, I would have taken one home. Faith over Fear is my personal mantra when I am feeling overwhelmed.

I only found one item I needed in the outlet store so my husband drove me to the Beall’s Florida store. I was searching for a bandana type protection mask. No luck, but I did see this box. I can’t tell you how exciting it is to me to see merchandisers realizing that people are not willing to live in fear.

Life During Covid 19 Part 12

14 May

Leaving Florida

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.

1 Peter 5:7

That sounds really spiritual doesn’t it? In truth, I am being part silly and part serious. You see, I have waited weeks for Florida to allow hair salons to open. WEEKS! We even delayed our return to God’s country, AKA Western North Carolina, hoping for an appointment this week.

When the anxiously awaited text arrived, my appointment was for a week from today. With great sorrow, I declined the appointment. You see, in my morning prayers this week I told God that if I didn’t get a date ( That I had been praying fervently for) this week, that I would give my hair care to Him. The Bible tells us that God’s ways and thoughts are higher than mine and I am banking on him having a better plan for my hair. I wonder who I will have the opportunity to meet.

So far, my hair salon experiences in North Carolina have not been positive.

I do believe in miracles so I am hoping for my stylist to have a cancellation. We need to pray for all of the barbers and hair stylist, you know they are going to be worked to death! Not only do they cut our hair, they have to heavily sanitize between each client.

So, it seems Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, next Thursday I will be writing to you from North Carolina. I’m not sure if they have toilet paper in the stores but I do know that one of the distilleries is making hand sanitizer. I plan to buy a gallon!

Remember how we once laughed at our Depression era parents who saved things? I absolutely understand now. I can imagine once I am gone, some stranger going through my things will ask with scorn why the old lady kept all those yucky bottles. And don’t get me started on paper products. I’m thinking we may need to add a paper products room to our house. Or failing that, I am sure my husband will be happy to give up his workshop. LOL

Another area of Coronavirus induced understanding is church attendance. In the last century people would pack lunch and load up the wagon or car and take the family to church for the WHOLE day. I couldn’t imagine that. Now I can. For the most part people in the past were rural and didn’t have much interaction outside the family. Church was a time to join together in worship and friendship. With all of the staying at home, my heart grew hungry to be with my brothers and sisters in Christ. It was thrilling to attend service last week, even socially distant. Smiles and nods only.

Our North Carolina church has been having drive-in services and I look forward to attending. The Governor might have closed the sanctuaries but he hasn’t quenched the desire to worship together.

We will be without a friend when we return to our North Carolina house. The parents of Gus, our beloved porch dog, have sold their house. We hadn’t seen him on our security cameras and worried that he might have been in an accident. We are pleased he is ok, but will miss his sweet presence on our porch. He enriched our lives.

If we had to be stuck at home, I am thankful we were with our daughter. We made memories on our Sunday drives, suppers on the patio and savoring frosty whipped coffees.

I am going to miss my friends…a lot. We have friends in North Carolina too, and I love them, but my Florida friends are the ones who have shared my life and I cherish them.

Okay, getting too mushy, time to wrap up this blog piece. It’s not like this is the first time we have made this transition. I will blame it on Corona. To the mountains we go!

Webcam at Newfound Gap North Carolina/Tennessee line.

Our Day on the Farm

11 May

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Almost everyone has a deep desire for human contact! We hadn’t seen our married daughter and our married son in a long time nor their spouses whom we love. We kept in touch with Zoom, the phone, and email. It all worked well, but we were thrilled when we got a phone call to meet the four of them at Shedd’s U-Pick farm. We would do the sunflower maze. They gave us the address and said we’d meet at the farm at 10:00 A. M. on Sunday when we would normally be at church if the church were open. The digital map said it would take 26 minutes up Highway 1 to get there. 

Bill and I got there first. It was a four-acre maze full of sunflowers. Some were tall, but most came only up to our waists. There was no chance of getting lost, especially when our daughter’s tall husband led the way.

 We walked in joy for over an hour as happy as we could be. No one wore a mask in our party or any other. The air was fresh with a cool breeze and looking up, we saw a large flock of starlings flying over the field many times, tweeting zooming up and down. At first, I thought it was two different kinds of birds because they were mixed colors some black and some gray. The latter was smaller. But on second thought I knew it was males and females.

 I don’t know why they stayed for such a long time. Maybe it was the open space over the maze, or maybe they enjoyed seeing the people as much as the people enjoyed seeing them. A drone hovered causing curiosity, then it landed in the hands of a man right there in the maze. Everyone had their idea of why it was there, but no one knew for sure. 

Our son bought each of us ladies three sunflowers of our choice. That was how they came at checkout.  Some were deep reddish-brown and some yellow. The bees were busy on them sometimes two at a time. Our son practically begged us to ask for the hardest ones to get to because as he said he likes to push his way through tall vegetation in a field. 

Beautiful children abounded. Everyone looked so fresh and pretty and you could feel the love the visitors had for each other. When it was time to leave, we bought a pint of Orange Blossom honey made by the bees that belong to the farm. 

Our next stop was the National Cemetery on Highway one. Our son had never been there, and I think he wished to honor our son-in-law by asking to see where his mother’s ashes were stored. 

Our son-in-law and our daughter cared for his mother in their home with the aid of caregivers. For five years. The couple was able to keep their jobs and bring in people from hospice because even though she was not physically terminal it is the law for people with dementia to be able to receive help from Hospice.  Our two managed to get out for an occasional football game or breakfast at the port. Once in a while, they could visit us to help with our computer questions. Because his dad was at the National Cemetery, his mother was too. 

It’s the most beautiful cemetery I have ever seen with rolling hillocks of grass, birds, and our beautiful Florida sky. Someday… when we fly off to Heaven, Bill and I will leave our ashes there. 

Our daughter got one of her sunflowers from their car to put in a provided metal vase, daughter-in-love gave one of hers and I gave one of mine. We discussed the whole subject of being there. Our Son-in-law looked up the different crosses and other small carvings on the marble fronts of the niches in the Columbarium.  There are 72 to choose from. We took the opportunity to tell them which one we liked best.

Finally, we came to our house in Titusville. We had enough room on our porch to socially space us. We talked for a good long time.  Billy said it was a Mother’s Day gift. It was thoroughly wonderful. Fortunately, they were vigilant to watch that I didn’t accidentally grab one of them for a hug. It was a Mother’s Day to remember.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

A Mom’s Confidence in the Midst of Chaos

10 May

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged May 10, 2020

I invite you, dear friends, to step away from the chaos and take a little time to relish in the oasis of God’s Word. Here’s a clear instruction, direct guidance and a beautiful promise. They’re all tucked in these verses:

“The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And tSleflhe peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7)

Did you know the best way to enjoy sweet peace and confidence is by exercising your memory?

I did that recently. I remembered what God had done for me during that dreadful episode of my life when my eyesight closed in.

Here’s what happened.

I sat at the kitchen counter, wrinkled tissue in hand. I thought I had no more tears to cry. But they still flowed. With no warning, an incurable retinal disease robbed my eyesight. I sank in a dark pit of gloom and desperation. With no treatment surgery or medication available, hope vanished along with my motivation to continue with life.

At 31, that life had turned upside down, tormenting thoughts about my inability to care for my 3-, 5-, and 7-year-old sons kept me awake at night.

I dabbed my tears with the edge of my pillow case and asked God for answers. I begged Him to heal my blindness and for a hint of hope to come back.

He answered. He granted what was important. And He did so in an unexpected and a beautiful way.

One morning, I ran my fingertips along the side of the bed to find my way out of my bedroom. I followed the wall toward my 3-year-old’s room. His whimper echoed in the hallway. “I can’t find my puppy,” he said.

Once in his room, I extended my arms toward him, and kissed his chubby cheek. “We’ll find him.”

I lifted his blanket and my fingers found the soft stuffed animal.

But finding a simple item didn’t compare to the needs my sons would have as they grew up. They needed a Mom who could see.

Lord, help us, I prayed.

God had listened to my cry.

The day after that incident, Mom came to visit. She sat beside me on the couch. “This is what we’ll do,” she said. “I’ll move in with you.”

She squeezed my hand with her thin fingers. “I’ll be your eyes.”

Mom

Her words caressed my heart with gratitude.

She left her comfortable condo and moved in a room in our house. With her loving flexibility, we established a routine. Years swept by. Her hair is now snow white, and at 90 lbs. and 4’9” tall, her love is as big as the city we live in.

Selfless Love

More than taking on some chores for the family, she taught me the value of selfless love.

She just turned 91 and hasn’t lost the spark in her voice that exudes confidence in the Lord. It’s more evident now as we face the current circumstances that shake our world.

Her mind is sharp, and her faith is strong. Her trust, peace and joy remain.

And what remains in my heart is the desire to give that same gift to my own sons. In the midst of adversity could I imitate my Mom and live out Philippians 4:6?

My prayer has changed. Asking for healing of my blindness isn’t my main priority anymore. I placed these requests before the Lord instead:

Lord, grant me enough faith so my sons can see me praising God even when all falls apart. Help me to express gratitude for big and small things. Show me, Lord, how to erase fear and worry with my words that echo Your promises even when I cannot see tomorrow, will you show me how to embrace Your peace for today. And as my sons grow up and lead their own families, will You remind them life is not about seeing our surroundings, but allowing others to see the love in us.

I pray this Mother’s Day you find happiness in the gift of being a mom.

How can you find a way to change a prayer of despair into one filled with hope?

Janet

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Quarantine Time

9 May

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

Well, we are still in “lockdown” or quarantine over this COVID-19 or coronavirus.  At this point in time, we are finally beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and states are beginning to open up things.  Thank goodness!

We’ve had people ask us how we are coping with being in the house all day every day.  I assume that for some people, it is a true hardship.  We understand the there has also been a dramatic uptick in domestic violence and child abuse during this time.  That is horrible, and we pray for those families.

As for the two of us, we’ve told people that actually, since we are both retired, the days aren’t so very different than they have been.  We still come and go as we please, it’s just different.  For instance, we still go “out” for lunch – it’s just that it is “take out” now, and we bring it home to consume.  We usually stay home for supper.  But some days the weather has been nice enough that we are able to open up the house – the windows are open, and the patio door stands open and lets that wonderful Spring air breeze through the house!  That gives the feeling of being outside and openness.

But one thing we have done that we don’t usually, is watch movies.  We have quite an extensive DVD collection, and some of them we haven’t watched in quite a long time.  So Fred began rummaging around through them recently, and came up with a couple that we wanted to watch. 

The first one he pulled out was “Around the World in 80 Days” – the original one, with David Niven.  It’s a classic!!  It has been a favorite of ours for a long time.  And actually, there is a history of that movie for Fred.

When he was living in Japan in 1955-1957  in a suburb of Tokyo, when August 1957 , arrived,  it was time for him to leave his family and fly back to the USA to attend college.  One of his high school class mates was scheduled on the same early morning flight from Tokyo’s large international airport.  The day before their departure, the boy’s parents put them in a large US government run hotel in downtown Tokyo.   While exploring the area, they learned that the movie, “Around the World in 80 Days” was playing in a nearby theater. They managed to purchase tickets to see that very movie.  He still has the ticket, and here it is!

It’s a bit worse for the wear, but you can make it out.  He said the theater was built specifically for that movie, and was one of the first large-screen, cinemascope, surround-sound theaters in the world.  He said there must have been about 100 speakers completely around the theater.  If anyone reading this has seen that movie, then you remember the magnificent music from that movie.  In surround-sound it would have been fantastic!

Fred said that it was a 6:30 p.m. showing.  He also said that the ticket cost 500 yen, which at that time was equivalent to about $1.40.  Pretty inexpensive for that major production!  It was an adventure he has never forgotten.

So that was one of our day’s adventures during this quarantine time.  We’ve actually enjoyed our time together.  

How about you?

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

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