Small Town Ways

27 Apr

I came across this post in my email. It is like a mini vacation for the mind. Enjoy!

Storyshucker

With a warm spring finally here and hotter weather to follow, a store near me has filled its seasonal section with all things summer. Though still April, I saw stacks of Fourth of July themed party supplies, plastic cups for poolside use, and a display of various sunscreens. It was the sunscreen display that reminded me of a day trip I took years ago with my kids.

The three of us set off to spend a day on the beach of a small town I’ve visited all my life and I knew the kids would enjoy sun, sand, and saltwater. As for me, I immediately felt calmer simply leaving work, traffic, and fast-paced living. While the kids argued in the back over who would be first to get in the water once we arrived, I drove and looked forward to experiencing again the small town ways I love but see disappearing. It’s hard to describe those ways, but…

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Doggy Walk

25 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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I’m quite the home-body. I love having a free day when I can do all the things around here I want to do and need to do, no pressure. But sometimes I feel I should get out more, be more friendly.

When I saw the, “Doggy Walk,” sign in front of the SPCA I thought maybe I would check it out. One of the reasons I don’t go out more is because I don’t do the things I really like when I do go out. But animals, yep. Love them. I get to know all the dogs on the trail because fortunately people who walk dogs usually like to have their dogs admired.

One person, Julia, whom I have met is just as lovely as she can be, but a bit of a maverick. She walks her dogs off leash because they’re very small, somewhat aged, and non-aggressive. I used to walk my dogs off leash too. They weren’t aggressive, but they were big and the trail wasn’t the trail it was a dirt path and we never met anybody on it. Julia’s dogs love being out of doors and never cause any trouble except for the giant puppy, Leo, who is her granddaughters’ dog. At first he barked so much that he made trail-conversation impossible. Now with Julia’s gentleness he has become calm, so that I now love it when I see him running to greet me.

I decided to ask Julia if she would go to the dog walk with me and take a dog.

It was a new thought and I watched her process it. “I can’t take Leo,” she said. “I don’t’ usually have him on Saturdays anyway. Tucson might not like it…” Then she brightened. “Oh, I know, I’ll take Miracle.” She then beamed with excitement. I’ll put a dress on her and everyone will pay attention to her. She loves attention, and she does have clothes, you know.”

The walk was a couple of weeks away, but I started looking forward to seeing Miracle in her little dress. The next time we met, Julia was walking with Rene and her beautiful border collie, Joe. I must have been reading, “All Creatures Great and Small,” when I met Joe, because I was very taken with him and even wrote a poem about him. We invited them to go too, but when the day came they couldn’t. Rene usually visits her 94 year old uncle in a nursing home on Saturdays.

The big day dawned cool with a storm threatening, but we went anyway. Tucson got to go too. As we got out of the car, Julia mentioned that Rene told her I had written a poem about Joe. She said Miracle and Tucson were jealous, so I guess I’ll be putting on my poets smock and see what I can come up with.

I handled Miracle’s leash because Julia thought I’d like the reflected glory and I did. The black and white Chihuahua mix wore a combination flowered print and halter. Very stylish. She and Tucson wove in and out and Julia and I raised the leashes so the other could walk under or laid them on the ground so we could step over them. We walked with a whole string of other people and their dogs. The SPCA volunteers were kind and happy. The donations went into the side pockets on special vests worn by a couple of big, gentle dogs. It reminded me of the time we went to a Greek restaurant where the tips for the belly dancers went into a certain place around their waists… but never mind about that.

Anyhow, I loved the whole outing, but it was pretty short, so we decided we’d go to the next town and see the wonderful new, Chain of Lakes, trail. I’d been there once. The photo you see on my blogs was taken there by my friend, Melody Hendrix.

Julia wanted to start walking that trail right away, but I was slowing down. “We’ll do Chain of Lakes soon, “she said.

 

The Cruise of a Lifetime~Part 10

24 Apr

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

JUDY

 

 

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This is the day we would be transferring from the Gefjon to the Skadi.

Therefore, we were up at 5:30 a.m., dressed and finished packing. We had breakfast at 6:45 a.m. with Richard, Judy and Lucy, and Danny who is retired military. Richard liked to tease Danny, so we had a lively breakfast conversation.

We had to have our bags outside our door by 8:30 a.m. We were also to have our room keys turned in by 8:30 a.m. We boarded bus number 3 and left at 9:00 a.m. along with three other buses bound for Passau. We rode the bus for one-and-a-half hours to Passau.

We checked into the Skadi. It was essentially the same ship, just a bit older. We even had the same room number, 325. We unpacked our tote bags (they would bring our suitcases later), then at 11:30 a.m. we went on a one-and-a-half-hour walking tour of Passau.

Passau (pass-ow) is known as the “City of Three Rivers.” It lies at the confluence of the Inn, the Danube and the Ilz rivers. It was originally a settlement of the Boil Celtic tribe, and later the site of the Roman fort, Castra Batava. Passau was an important medieval center for the salt trade, the “white gold.” It was transported from the Alpine salt mines to Passau, where it was processed by entrepreneurs called Salzfertiger. The salt imports to Passau were forbidden in 1707, and that trade was lost.

During the Renaissance, Passau became famous for making high-quality knife and sword blades. Local smiths stamped their blades with the Passau wolf, and superstitious warriors believed that the wolf granted them invulnerability.

When fires ravaged the city in the 17th century, it was rebuilt to reflect the baroque character that survives today. Today, Passau is home to 50,000 people.

We were back on board the Skadi by 1:30 p.m. and had lunch in the lounge with Richard, Judy and Lucy. By the time we had finished lunch, our suitcases were in our room, so we unpacked them. We hoped this would be the only transfer we would have on this cruise. One nice thing about a cruise – you usually get to stay in the same room for the duration, which makes it quite nice. This was just a small disruption.

After we had unpacked, we went back into town. We saw St. Michael’s cathedral first,

and then Saint Stephen’s.

It is one of the town’s foremost baroque landmarks and boasts the largest pipe organ outside the United States. Beautiful. It has 17,974 organ pipes, 233 stops and four carillons. All five parts of the organ can be played from the main keyboard, one at a time, or all together.

The Skadi sailed at 5:00 p.m. At 7:00 p.m. we had dinner with John and Denise from California, and a couple from Los Angeles who were originally from Denmark (never got their names). He was a German teacher in a high school in Los Angeles.More interesting sights in Passau:

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

How to live a clean, happy life: three promises

23 Apr

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Janet Eckles Perez

 

ouch“Ouch! Ouch!”…that’s what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t.

My fault entirely. I let my routine teeth cleaning go beyond the six month. And although I’m the queen of flossing and teeth brushing, I paid a painful price at the dentist chair.

There I was, mouth wide open, bib placed under my chin, and sucking hose hanging from the side. The scraping began.

Oh, friends, I’m not talking normal gentle scraping. Oh no. Actually, I think the dental hygienist had pent up frustrations for a year and this was her moment to let them out.

The furious metal scrapes against my teeth could be heard in the parking lot. And unable to let my pain be known each time the metal hook jabbed my gum, my heart begged, “mercy, mercy!”

May I ask you—aren’t you glad we don’t have to go through that awful, grueling scraping during the cleaning process of our sins? I’m mighty grateful for that. If I look back at the overdue routine episodes of repentance, those sins would need industrial scraping.

But God is so very merciful. His cleaning is gentle but His calling firm. He declares three truths:

  1. No sin is too dark for Him
  2. No flaw too deep to correct.
  3. No mistake too serious to erase

David knew this. He sat in the chair of repentance, heart wide open. He looked up: “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin” (Psalm 51:1-2).

God’s promise to you and to me: “…Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool” (Isaiah 1:18).

Source: How to live a clean, happy life: three promises. | Janet Perez Eckles

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Metamorphosis

22 Apr

From the Heart

Louise Gibson

Louise Gibson

 

 The struggles in life are many-
In those times we begin to grow.
As the caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
Our metamorphosis is tedious and slow.
When God strips us of all vanity,
and we truly search our soul-
We ultimately find it is He that we need-
The One who can make us whole.
Others may fail us, oft no fault of their own-
But if we trust in our Savior,
We’ll not walk alone.
Red butterfly

Source: Reflections of the Heart: Metamorphosis

The Answer to Division and Anger

21 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I'm a winner

There is so much division and anger in society today. It makes my mind swirl with frustration and my soul to  mourn. My fellow blogger Bill Lites sent me a You Tube link for a song by the Gaither Vocal Band.  The song, Sow Mercy surely does have the answer.

Change begins in our hearts, not in the hearts of those with whom we disagree. I was schooled on this lesson today and I failed the test. I have no doubt I will fail it in the future. Praise God that he sees my hearts and holds out a hand to lift me up. I can Sow Mercy because he has shown mercy to me.

I hope you are blessed and soothed by this song as much as I was.

If you would like to read the lyrics click HERE

 

 

Helping Hands in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

20 Apr

We are pleased to welcome a guest blogger today, Paul Cwalina of Hazleton, Pennsylvania. His church, Grace Fellowship, has an amazing community outreach program . 

Helping Hands in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

by Paul Cwalina

Shake the World

Two years ago, a member of Grace Fellowship Church in Hazleton, Pennsylvania, who works as a supervisor at a Wal-Mart distribution center, noticed that the center was donating food almost every week to one charity or another on a consistent basis. He saw an opportunity for the church to serve the needy in the community.

With the help of the church deacons and elders, as well as fellow members of the congregation, the first distribution was planned for the first Saturday of the following month. A handmade sign taped to a tomato stake and held up by two cinderblocks was placed at the side of the road in front of the church letting the community know about the event. We had no idea if it was going to be a one-time thing or a sustainable ministry.

Grace Fellowship Church in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

Grace Fellowship Church in Hazleton, Pennsylvania

On that first Saturday, food was set aside at the Wal-Mart distribution center and five volunteers with vans and SUV’s met at the church at 6:00am and made the forty minute trek to pick up the food. The vehicles were jammed with as much of the food that each could hold.

Upon returning to the church, about a dozen volunteers unloaded the vehicles and organized the food, in the church’s basement fellowship hall while members of the community began showing up and sitting in the sanctuary upstairs. Food was placed into cardboard boxes and grocery bags and carried upstairs.

There was little in the way of organization those first couple months. People simply lined up in the lobby of the church and volunteers handed them boxes of food. Seventy hurting families were served that day.

Two years later, there is no longer a need for vans, SUV’s or volunteers to pick up the food. A member of Grace Fellowship Church who owns a trucking company, personally picks up the food with his tractor-trailer and brings it to the church. The handmade sign has been replace with a professionally made banner that is placed on the front of the church. The dozen volunteers waiting at the church has grown to number close to fifty volunteers each month, with half of those volunteers coming from Iglesia Kairos, a Spanish-language church that uses Grace Fellowship’s church or their services.

Semi truck

The number of families served has grown, as well. In August of 2015, the Fish & Loaves ministry served just over 300 families. Since then, the number has averaged near 250 each month. They begin arriving as early as 5:30am, even though the doors don’t open until 7:00am and the food isn’t distributed until 9:15.

While they wait, a deacon leads a Bible Study for nearly two dozen attendees in the church’s conference room, while the rest wait patiently in the sanctuary. While they wait, a member of Grace Fellowship Church delivers the Gospel message from the pulpit followed by a Gospel presentation by a member of Iglesia Kairos.

The ministry has recently begun to expand beyond the walls of the church as two members take the extra food each month and prepare meals for a group of homeless individuals who were found living in the woods just outside of the city.

When the last box of food is assembled and distributed, the volunteers tear down tables and boxes, sweep, mop and clean the fellowship hall, leaving just as it was found at 5:30 that morning. Volunteers leave physically exhausted, but spiritually satisfied.

Thank you for sharing this story, Paul. I love reading stories of communities reaching out to those in need-Onisha

Paul Cwalina was born and raised in northeastern Pennsylvania and is the grandson of immigrant coalminers. By day, he is a marketing executive, an economics geek, and a politics junkie.

Citing Ernest Hemingway’s “Farewell to Arms” as the spark that ignited his desire to write, the author is now turning his long-dormant passion and hobby into a way to tell a story to the world.

“I don’t write ‘comfortable’ stories. I want my readers to be affected and to think; to get out of their comfort zones just a bit. The biggest compliment I receive on ‘Dropping Stones’ is that the story stays with a person long after they’ve read it. To me, that says ‘mission accomplished’.”

Paul lives with his wife and children in Drums, Pennsylvania.

You can check out his novels on Amazon

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…and on Twitter: @PKC1963

 

 

Getting Dressed

18 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites

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My brother and Brownie, the neighborhood kids, and me.

 

When WW2 ended and our family moved to Westcliffe, Mother would take Dab and I to Denver to visit our other grandmother, Mabel. She and Mother’s auntie worked as chamber maids in big hotel. We’d get a stop at the pet store and a trip to Elitche’s Garden where we rode the Ferris wheel and the merry-go-round. We all slept in Grandma Mabel’s high up in the building and whenever Dab and I could slip away we’d slide down the bannisters to the next floor.  There’s just something about bannisters and kids, and we felt like we’d invented the game on our own. We eventually got caught and had to stop. 

The other real reason for the trip was to outfit us for school the next year. We’d go to the May company where they had a perfume fountain in the lobby and I’d try to stick my finger in it so I could adorn my pulse points. I knew you had to be bathed and in fresh clothes to wear perfume, so I felt I was perfectly qualified, but a scorching look by a shop-girl soon put me straight on that score. 

When I was twelve Grandmother came to visit and brought me some suntops she had made for me to wear with my jeans. The tops were very pretty, but I had a problem with themI’d been begging mother for a brassiere, and she had finally broken down and bought me one. When I tried a sun top on, the straps of the undergarment showed and I refused to wear them. Grandmother just gave them to one of my friends and it was never mentioned again.  

It wasn’t long after that when I became interested in boys. I wanted jewelry, and make-up, and clothes became more interestingI had some money from washing dishes in the restaurant and ironing the family’s clothes, so I bought a pair of dangly earring with blue-green jewels. I also bought a Tangee Tabu lipstick.  As I was looking for the color name online I discovered that The Vermont Country Store still sells Tangee Tabu lipstick plus many more wonderful things. I asked for a catalog. If you want one, you can request it on https://www.countrystorecatalog.com/Default.aspx  

The Cruise of a Lifetime~Part 9

17 Apr

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

JUDY

 

 

Saturday was a sailing morning, so we slept in a bit, and went to breakfast at 8:15a.m. We had our breakfast with Richard, Judy and Lucy.

We are now on the Danube River. We went through the last two locks on our journey during breakfast. These are the first locks that lower the water level rather than raising us up a level. Most interesting process to watch.

We spent time with the Richard, Judy and Lucy until lunch, which we shared with them. They are such fun people to be with. Still reminiscing about Albuquerque.

Carl West had informed the passengers that we would be able to purchase a flash drive with all the pictures he had taken on this trip. Fred purchased one for us. I had taken quite a few pictures, but thought that the ones Carl had taken would just add to our experience and memories. NOTE: Carl West followed each day’s excursions, and was snapping pictures all the time – usually of the groups and what we were seeing.

We docked at Regensburg at 1:30 p.m.

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At 2:00 we began a walking tour of Regensburg. Regensburg is the oldest city on the Danube, and one of Bavaria’s most beautiful, best-preserved medieval towns in Europe. The Roman Gates of 179 AD are still standing. It was a very cold and very windy day, so we were back on the ship by 3:45. As Fred’s Mother, Kitty Wills once said when we were with her and Charlie in Edinburgh, Scotland, “I’m just about as cold and wet as I care to be!” So we returned to the ship.

There is an area in Regensburg that has brass plaques in the bricks with people’s names and dates on it. They were murdered by the Nazis during World War 2. Their relatives never wanted them to be forgotten, so this was their way of memorializing them.

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Occasionally the Danube overflows its banks, and the river water floods the city. Here are a few markers with dates – about 15′ to 20′ above the river’s normal level: February 1893 and June 2013.

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Oskar Schindler (of Schindler’s List fame) lived in Regensburg from 1945-1950 in the Goliath House.

Notice Goliath's left arm around the window frame

Notice Goliath’s left arm around the window frame

He immigrated to Argentina in 1950. He died in 1974, and at his request, is buried in Jerusalem.

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A point of interest: Pope Benedict XVI (2005-2013) grew up in Regensburg. He was the first pope to resign since Gregory XII in 1415.

We stayed on the ship the remainder of the afternoon, since the weather was not too good. We had a short nap, and just rested.

At 6:45p.m. we were in the lounge where Carl West gave us all the information on the ship transfer the next day.We had dinner with Jane and Steve (Colorado) and another couple.

By 9:00 we were back in the room to pack is much as we could of our clothes for the transfer the next day. Because we would have to get up early the next morning, we took our showers before we went to bed.

Some interesting pictures in Regensburg:

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

 

What to do in the storms of life

16 Apr

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Janet Eckles Perez

 

 

04-08-16 storms

 

Decades ago, while still in my hometown of La Paz, Bolivia, birthday celebrations were a big thing. With a handful of invitations, I ran from house to house on the dirt streets where my friends lived. Anticipation danced in my heart as I delivered them with pride because my Mom had designed them with colorful writing.

My parents gathered enough money to buy ingredients for a birthday cake. And the other treat at my 10th birthday party was made by mixing red Jell-O with evaporated milk. Since we didn’t have the luxury to own a refrigerator, Mom placed them outside, hoping the chilly night would make them gel.

And when my special day came, the friends who accepted the invitation, filed in through the worn, rusty gate of our house. They carried gifts. And in turn, I carry that memory in my heart.

Decade’s later invitations took a different meaning. During the storms of life, I ran down the dirt street of worry and self-pity. The only way to conquer all that was to extend an invitation to Jesus. He accepted and together we celebrated a restoring of my soul.

We can all do the same. But the invitation has to be specific:

• We invite Him into our storm.
• We invite Him into the heartache of the moment.
• We invite Him to share the disappointment in our marriage.
• We invite Him to share the longing for a solution.
• We invite Him into the diagnosis from the doctor.
• And we invite Him to be with us when we face the end of something we treasure.

When Jesus accepts the invitation, He shows up carrying the gift of His promises, colorfully wrapped in His love. They repeat: “The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)

Visit Janet’s website to read the rest of this story and to learn more about Janet and her ministry.  What to do in the storms of life. | Janet Perez Eckles