Your Battle Belongs to the Lord

30 Jul

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged July 30, 2022

July 29, 2022

“I’m going to be brutally honest,” a woman said in our recent Zoom meeting.

She cleared her throat. “Are Christians lying? Or are some of them faking or covering up the real truth? Even though we’re believers, how can we not feel fear, have moments of doubt and feel like screaming, God, this is enough!”

No one in the group answered. Could it be because we agreed with her?

In silence, we hid those same emotions deep inside. We managed to cover them under the I-have-enough-faith notion.

But who could blame us?

We’re human and although we’re believers in Christ, we’re afraid to open up and admit that yes, sometimes we wake up and wonder what will be next? Other times we can’t even receive God’s Word well enough to face all the ugliness that paints this dark world.

But what spreads more subtly than the pandemic of anxiety is the number of Christians who face that battle between sinking in fear or standing in faith. Peter experienced the same dilemma when the storm came. He should have believed Jesus would protect him and kick fear to the curb. But instead, he blurted words of fear and worry, contagious enough to spread to the other disciples. Peter thought He was on his own, defenseless and unequipped to fight the battle of fear.

We’re all in that same boat, buffeted by that same storm of uncertainty. And while holding on tight hoping we won’t be crushed, we must choose the group to which we belong. The one that will sink in the deep waters of anxiety, swallowed by fear. Or the group who looks to God for His wisdom and has the audacity to look beyond the circumstances and dare to invite faith to come in. to ponder on His victory. To declare He already took care of the danger. And to step under His banner of ultimate glory.

That’s why we choose to stand on His side as He fights our battles. And wearing the garment of gratitude, we do our part by joining Him with the weapons of faith, commitment, truth and confidence.

Let’s Pray

Father, no matter how bad things get, I vow to remain on the side that trusts in You. When inflation rises, my faith will increase. When bad news come, I shall run to You for protection. I will rejoice because when I’m under the side of Your grace, no evil can harm me, my life or my family. In Jesus name.

Which side are you on these days?

Janet

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Janet Perez Eckles’ story of triumph is marked by her work as an international speaker, #1 best-selling author, radio host, personal success coach and master interpreter. Although blind since 31, her passion is to help you see the best of life.

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Crumpled Paper

28 Jul

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Image by Steve Johnson from Pixabay

Does this look familiar? You have so much you want to write, but you can’t seem to get your thoughts on paper, well paper that isn’t crumpled up anyway? Take heart, at least you have crumpled paper which is more than I have. I don’t think I could carry a plot line longer that a page and a half. You have the desire to tell your stories and that is a good start.

But sometimes one does need help to get started and that is why I am sharing about a writing conference in my hometown. Plus, my daughter Rebekah will be speaking on writing fiction. And you know how moms are.

Conference details

Pastor Charles Morris of Raising the Standard International Publishing LLC is leading a writing conference in my hometown of Titusville, Florida September 16-18, 2022. I’ve included information about Pastor Charles from the conference website.

In 2021 Charles established Raising the Standard International Publishing LLC to self-publish his works and assist others to do so. He has the heart’s desire to assist other believers to write and publish their books; thus he established Kingdom Impact Christian Writer’s Conferences in 2022.  

This is a hands-on event. It is recommended that each person plan to bring a laptop and be ready to put into practice what’s being taught! The maximum number of attendees for the conference is 70. By limiting the number of attendees, you won’t just be a face in a crowd. The classes and panels will cover:

  • Fiction-Rebekah Lyn
  • Non Fiction- Pastor Charles Morris
  • Chris McClure-Marketing

The conference is being held in the retreat center on the campus of Park Avenue Baptist Church, 2600 S. Park Ave. Titusville, Fl. If you click the link above, at this time, I can’t verify that the kitchen will be available for general use and I don’t believe the two bedroom apartment is available. It is a comfortable and inviting space. The conference fee is $200.00 without accommodations. Here is a copy/paste from the conference website.

KICW Conference Fee: $200.00 per person ($250.00 per married couple). ​

Accommodations Fees: Maximum on-campus housing is 48. Availability on a first-come status. Off-campus hotel availability is dependent upon tourism. The maximum number of attendees for the conference is 70. ​

Park Avenue Baptist Church Retreat Accommodations:

$30.00 per night for double occupancy. 2 per room for 3 nights (Friday, Saturday, & Sunday) is $90.00 per person.

$60.00 per night for single room occupancy. 1 per room for 3 nights (Friday, Saturday, & Sunday) is $180.00.

Registration for the room will be through this Writers Conference Retreat Site.

Total cost: Registration & double occupancy room for 3 nights: (200 + 90=$290.00)

Registration & single occupancy room for 3 nights: (200 + 180=$380.00)

Registration for married plus double occupancy room for 3 nights: (250 + 180=$430.00)

The hotel accommodations after the 48 max on-campus housing will be the responsibility of the attendee. The Campus Retreat rates are on a first come first serve basis. Each person is responsible for their meals

Titusville is a small town, but we do have a variety of restaurants within 15 minutes of the conference and of course, Door Dash. We are located on the east coast of Florida, and one can view launches from Kennedy Space Center on the banks of the Indian River and if you are a fan of space flight, Space X has nine launches scheduled for September!

Now that I have done my mom thing, let’s talk about me! LOL. The most excitement at our house of late was a trip up into the Great Smoky Mountain National Park on Tuesday. We set out around 9:30 am and didn’t rush. As always the mountains and forests were beautiful and since it was a weekday traffic wasn’t bad. We almost always stop at Newfound Gap to enjoy the view and on this trip we easily found a parking place. Sometimes in the summer or fall, the parking is full.

The clouds were hanging low over the mountains and we even drove through one. Growing up in the flat Florida, I still feel amazement driving in clouds. Seeing families together enjoying nature warms my heart.

This parking lot is the dividing line between North Carolina and Tennessee. What I find to be really weird is that many times the weather is different on each side. In this case, as soon as we began the descent into Tennessee, the mist and clouds cleared.

As you emerge from the National Park in Tennessee there are two choices, follow highway 441 into Gatlinburg, TN or turn off to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Fifty years ago, Pigeon Forge was called the “quiet side” of the Smokies compared to the hustle of tourist trade in Gatlinburg. I miss that. Now it is packed with every kind of tourist entertainment imaginable including Dollywood. Fortunately the next town over has normal non-tourist shopping and we were able to pick up some items we needed.

On our return trip traffic was at a standstill on the North Carolina side of the park. A small herd of elk were crossing the road so park personnel were holding back the cars while they crossed. A mama and her baby decided to not join the herd and I was able to snap a picture from the car window.

Please feel free to share the writing conference with friends! Who knows, you may end up being a character in one of their writings!

The conference is an easy drive from the southeast and conveniently located near three airports: Orlando, Sanford Orlando and Melbourne.

I'm a winner

After 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  

My 2022 goal is continue to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media.

Our Trip to Spain-Part 17

27 Jul

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 14

Thank goodness DiVoran was feeling much better this morning and was ready to join the group today.  After breakfast our group boarded a bus for the 30-minute trip to Malaga for a tour of the Perez Texeira Winery.  This was a very interesting tour that gave us an idea of how some of the larger wine company’s processing operations work.  It was a little early for taking wine samples, but there always seems to be that small group that can handle spirits any time of the day.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

After that interesting experience, we were bussed to the Plaza de toros de La Malagueta (bullring) for a tour of that famous structure.  Built in 1876, this arena is located in the eastern district of Malaga, right alongside the famous Paseo de Reding.  This bullring is famous for hosting the annual bullfights in Malaga during the Feria de Agosto (August Fair) which commemorates the conquest of Malaga by the Catholic Monarchs  in August 1487.  The small Museo Taurino Antonio Ordóñez (museum) is attached to the building and displays famous bulls’ heads and a limited selection of bullfighting costumes and memorabilia.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

After out tour of the bullring and museum, we were bussed to one of the larger hotels, there in Malaga, where we were served lunch on their outdoor patio.  It was a lovely day, and we all enjoyed the fresh air.  The food was excellent, and we discussed the many adventures we had encountered during our stay in Spain.

Photo Credit:DiVoran Lites

After lunch we were bussed back to Torremolinos and the Bajondillo where DiVoran and I took a nice rest.  That afternoon we had planned to take advantage of the ‘A Taste of Village Life’ program again and visit one of the local homes for dinner.  This meal had been arranged by the tour company and was scheduled for late afternoon.  This time we visited a local couple, about our age, who lived just on the outskirts of town in a small cottage.  They were a delightful couple (who spoke English) and we had a wonderful time discussing our lives and families.  They had prepared a delicious traditional Spanish meal for us, and we visited long after we could eat no more.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

After thanking the couple for a wonderful evening and saying our goodbyes, we walked back to the Bajondillo, where the evenings flamenco performance was still going on.  We stayed until it was over and then retired to our room where we were glad to see our beds.  It didn’t take us long to fall fast asleep after this exciting day’s fun activities.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

—–To Be Continued—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

What Matters to You?

26 Jul

Reblogged from September 15, 2017

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

Compassion and love are what matters
Reach out to a needy soul.
There is such a hunger for recognition
Make communication your goal.

People need people.
Listen with your heart to this plea.
“I don’t want to walk alone.”
There is such comfort in company.

Every day is a blessing
that comes from our Lord above.
Walk with a grateful spirit.
Do all things in the spirit of love.

I recognize that bad things happen,
Most of which we cannot comprehend.
But then, we are not made to understand it.
Try to be an optimist to the end.

When you accept the things you cannot change
You will dwell on things worthwhile.
Put on a happy face –
You are never fully dressed until you smile.

Food for Thought:
“When God pushes you to the edge, trust Him fully,
because only two things can happen.
Either He will catch you when you fall
or He will teach you how to fly.” Unknown

Min’s Cafe-Part 1

25 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Photo credit: Come to Life Colorado

Min’s Café, Westcliffe, Colorado

1945-1952

The seven years between 1945 and 1952 in Westcliffe, Colorado, were some of the best years of my life. This picture shows the mountains we saw from our bedroom windows.  

Dad (Ivan) and Mother (Dora) bought Min’s Café with the G. I. Bill. They kept the name because the restaurant had a fine reputation in the town, and Minnie was a favorite cook and bottle washer. The Wet Mountain Valley, where Westcliffe was located, had two major enterprises, ranching, and fishing. Saturdays, the ranchers, and their families came to town for staples such as coffee, flour, and sugar. Their ranches yielded meat. And vegetables grew in the spring and summer and were preserved in cellars in the winter. The Ranchers’ main product was cows. They had milk from cows and sold the milk and many herds of cows. They cared for chickens for eggs and meat, and they grew vegetables for their use. In autumn, the girls and women filled every Mason Jar with vegetables and fruit to last the cold winter.  

In 1945 and on, Westcliffe had two bars and grills, and the two cafes were directly across Main Street. The owners, my parents, and the family across the street were best friends. When I was about eight years old, I started babysitting the two little girls who belonged in the living quarters of their café. 

The pharmacy was two doors down the street from Min’s. Sometimes when the pharmacist and his wife, the mother of his children, Mr. and Mrs. Cope went out for an evening at our Café three doors up the street or the café and bard one across the street, I looked after Cope’s children. My good friend Patience tells me she got to look after them too. I wonder if Cope (as we called him) had left anyone to sell to. He was kind and appreciated all the children. I went in to say hello to him almost every day as I went back and forth from Min’s to the Railroad duplex. 

We both were pleased when Mr. Cope gave us comic books with the covers removed so he could send the comics back to the factory. My friend had five brothers, so I’m sure those comic books had a thorough reading. Come to think about it; Patience was cousin to the Sheriff’s family, who had nine children. All the kids from both these families were at the top in school. 

We played in their yards and staged plays. 

To be continued.

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.”

I Love Carpet-Part 3

24 Jul

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

continued

From Tyndall AFB, Florida, 

Photo credit WJHG.com  Credit Google search

we moved to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.

Credit Google Search and Fort Leavenworth website

We were to be there for only one year, for Fred to have training at the Army’s Command and General Staff College.  Again, we made use of the large rug for our bedroom.  The celery-green shag carpet went in the downstairs living room. 

We had some left over celery-green carpet, so cut it in pieces large enough to be tacked down on the stairs to muffle our going up and down those wooden stairs.  The gold shag carpet went on the upstairs landing and Janet’s room.  Again, we had a white rug for Karen’s room.  However, when people moved from that base, they had large garage sales.  In one of those sales, we found a gorgeous white rug that we purchased to put in Karen’s room in Heidelberg, Germany (our next assignment).

One more note about Kansas before we moved to Germany:  the mover came out and inspected all our belongings, so he would know how many boxes, etc. to bring to pack up our stuff.  He also took note of our carpets.  When the day came for packing up, when it came to the carpets, he told the inspector that he hadn’t brought enough boxes for the carpet.  Two things could happen: 1) he could drive back to the warehouse (about 50 miles away, as I recall) and bring the boxes, or 2) they could just take the carpets with them and pack them at the warehouse.  The inspector agreed to #2.  As they were driving off, one of the packers was sprawled out on the rolled-up carpets on the truck.  I told Fred then that we would never see those carpets and rugs again.  And we never did.  I am sure they are still sitting on someone’s flooring in Kansas!  They were all gone, with the exceptions of those pieces we had cut to tack down on the stairs.  So when we arrived in Heidelberg, that’s all we had to work with.  I wanted to go to the authorities and complain, but Fred said they would probably tell me the boxes with the carpets were at the bottom of the ocean.  Oh well…

Okay, on to Heidelberg.  The government apartment we were assigned there did have a rug in the dining room – another of those really heavy rugs.  But it worked.  The kitchen and bathroom floors were terrazzo again, but not squares – solid floor.  I left the kitchen that way, but purchased a bathroom rug for the bathroom, in a rust color.  Then I purchased sheer curtains for the bathroom in rust, 

The bathroom curtains

and cream-with-rust trim for the kitchen.

The kitchen curtains

I liked the way both of those curtains looked.  We purchased a somewhat-white rug for Karen’s room.

Karen in her room with the somewhat-white rug

I can’t remember what we had for Janet’s room, but I have vague memories of having enough scraps of the gold shag to cover her room.  For our bedroom, we found enough pieces of the celery shag to go around our bed so we could step out of bed onto rug rather than just floor, and mostly fill in the rest of the room.  Nothing under the bed.  We found two sort-of-green rugs that fit together for the living room.  

Fred’s parents with Karen and Janet – the green rugs we bought

Later, we found a large amount of rust-colored carpet to replace those celery green rugs, and found it went quite well with our blue couch and chair.

Judy and a friend – the “new” rust carpet

I wanted badly to bring that carpet back with us Stateside, but a friend said he really, really needed it for his office.  So we sold it to him.  Eventually, we found, that was a good thing.

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

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 and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

Our Trip to Spain-Part 16

20 Jul

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 12

Today our group was bussed a short distance to where we visited a small country hamlet, to learn firsthand how the Spanish villagers live, work, and enjoy life.  We strolled thru the small shops lining the narrow streets and were amazed at the variety of hand-made crafts.  Then we were introduced to a local family that produced their own wine and were shown the age-old process of wine making.  After that interesting adventure we were taken to a local farm where we were given lunch by the family, as part of the ‘A Taste of Village Life’ tour company plan.  Very few of the locals in this village spoke English, so most of our lunch communicating was done with sign language.  

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

A long table was setup out of doors for a banquet of delicious local foods for our group.  DiVoran didn’t eat much of anything, because of her continuing stomach distress, and the hostess was distraught, thinking it was because of her food.   She tried one thing after another to make DiVoran feel better, but she was just afraid to try anything.  She finally did take a little wine, for her stomach, but that was about all.  She tried to explain how grateful she was for their effort to please her and especially for their hospitality.  All DiVoran could do was to just sit there and enjoy the love the people shared with one another, and the beautiful scenery.  

Photo Credit: https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/29484572533294841/

On our return trip we passed another hilltop Osborne Bull (Toro de Osborne).  I am always amazed at how realistic these bulls are.  They look as though they are ready to charge down the hill and chase you out of their territory.  Someone did a really good job of creating a life-like silhouette of an animal that gives the impression of realism.  

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

Most of the rest of the return trip was along the coast of the Mediterranean where we passed thru the small coastal towns of Los Bolighes, Torrequebrada, Playa de Santa Ana, Benalmadena, and La Carihuela.  When we arrived in Torremolinos, DiVoran and I took a short nap to sleep off that wonderful lunch. That afternoon we took another leisurely stroll down the seaside promenade and then back along the beach to admire more of the day’s creative sandcastles.  By then, we were ready to make our way back to the Bajondillo for our dinner.  Tonight’s meal would be at the Cetus Restaurante’ there in the Bajondillo and would include another flamenco presentation.  We were always impressed at the beauty and stamina the flamenco dancers expressed with their dancing.

Photo Credit: Bill Lite

—–To Be Continued—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

Measure Your Words

19 Jul

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

Reblogged from January 27, 2017 and even more relevant today.

Years ago an anonymous writer penned a short
poem about the merit of measuring our words:

“A wise old owl sat in an oak.
The more he saw the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard.
“Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?”

There is a connection between wisdom
and limiting what we say.
It is wise to be a good listener
while holding our tongue at bay.

Be sensitive to the needs of the one
you are speaking to.
Listen to what their heart is saying
before expressing your point of view.

Wisdom from above:

“Although there is a time to be quiet
and a time to speak (Eccl.3:7)
choosing to speak less allows us
to hear more.”

Psalm 19:14
Let the words of my mouth,
and the meditations of my heart,
be acceptable in Thy sight.
Oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.

Psalm 96
Shout to the Lord
(If you are depressed you need to read the Psalms.)

Psalm 119
“Forever, oh Lord, your word is settled in Heaven.

    snowy-owl#Wunderphoto

Empty Nest

18 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

I heard a bird call with the most resonant

Song I ever heard and saw it on the tree.

The bird didn’t see me. Then another one

Winged in with a piece of plastic in her beak.

 I knew she was soon to be a mother

 But I didn’t move or speak.

She zoomed into a Carolina wren nest

She had built in an aloe plant.

We discovered one egg one day, and

 The next another—every day, one more

Until there were four, and she couldn’t 

Lay any more. The nest was full.

We checked the birds every day.

Suddenly, one morning a head no bigger

Than the tip of my pointer finger wobbled.

Soon the nest was full of beaks and

Beady eyes, feathers, and wings. It seemed to expand

Like a womb with a growing child. Parent’s cries rang,

“In-coming, in-coming,” as they delivered bugs

And the nest began to peep. I went to look,

Soon even the expanding nest was too small.

I saw a tiny perfect wing. I heard the father calling

“Flying is the thing.” I thought soon we would

See nestlings fledging. But oh, it was not to be. 

The next morning, everyone was gone, 

No beady eyes peeking out at us.

No cleaning the nest of tiny balls

No more serenades

All gone.

Empty Nest. 

Pictures by Pixabay

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.”

I Love Carpet-Part 2

17 Jul

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

continued

From Wiesbaden, West Germany, we went to northern Maine – Loring AFB in Limestone, Maine.

Credit Google Search

It is only about three miles from the Canadian border.  The government quarters we lived in there (thank goodness for only one year!), had hardwood floors throughout the two-story apartment. 

Photo by Fred Wills – the row house we lived in

The apartment (possibly called a townhouse) was partially furnished.  So we decided it was time to purchase our own furniture.  We purchased a 110″ long sofa in electric blue with a matching high-back swivel rocker.

The couch – a friend of Janet’s
The chair – and the charcoal rug – our Karen

Since there were no already-installed rugs or carpet, we also purchased a 12′ x 15′ rug to go under that sofa in the living room.  It was a mixture of colors, which essentially looked charcoal gray.  We had a really good pad under the rug, since we knew it would help the rug to last a long time.  The government had built an add-on to the back of that apartment that included a laundry room and half-bath.  The flooring in that room was vinyl tile over concrete.  Our Janet was born in the military hospital on base.

After our one year there in Maine, we moved to San Antonio, Texas, for Fred to teach at the U.S. Air Force Officer Training School (OTS).  We purchased our first house there, and it was a new house – we were first owners.

1971 – Our first house – San Antonio, Texas

2017 – Our first house – renovated.  That tree really grew big!

The builder had installed carpet in the living room/dining room but only there.

The gold carpet in the living room – our Karen

The rest of the house had vinyl tile on the floors.  Actually it was rolled vinyl, not squares.  We still had our 12′ x 15′ rug, so we put it in our bedroom.  The bedroom was smaller than the rug, so we had to have the overflow of the rug up the wall behind our bed.  That worked.  I have no pictures of any rugs/carpet in either of the other two bedrooms there, and I honestly can’t remember whether or not I placed rugs in those bedrooms.  They would have been just large, loose-laid rugs, if I did.

After three years in San Antonio, we moved to Tyndall AFB, in Panama City, Florida.

Photo credit WJHG.com  Credit Google search

Tyndall AFB – our half of the duplex – carport only, no garage

The government quarters we moved into there had awful, deep blood-red vinyl squares for flooring throughout the apartment.  We knew we had to do SOMETHING to make it more comfortable!  So we purchased a large amount of two-toned celery green shag carpet to  cover most of that flooring. 

A repeat picture, but it shows the celery-green shag carpet

For the entry way, kitchen and dining room, we had a roll of vinyl flooring as cover.  It was a pretty white with speckles of color.  We also purchased some gold shag to cover the hallway and the back bedroom.  We had purchased some white furniture for Karen’s room, and found a white rug to go in her room.

The “semi” white rug and Karen’s white dresser

 I purchased a “bathroom” rug for the bathroom and made curtains from white towels.  All the carpet had good padding underneath, except the bathroom rug – it already had a rubber backing.  Those were wonderful carpets to walk barefoot through!

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

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 and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

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